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News from thee frontline 03/10/05 - Brand spankin' new Futon article on page 'eclectica 1'. Hit 'dat shit! - The tracklisting for the hugely anticipated new Kate Bush record 'Aerial' has just been released. It comes in double disc format (well she's had enough blooody time) and is released on November 7th with the first single 'King of the Mountain' being released on the 24th of this very month...& now you can stop hounding the poor woman you fiends..she was busy making cake! CD The First - 'A Sea of Honey''A Sea of Honey' 'King of the Mountain' 'ð' 'Bertie' 'Mrs. Bartolozzi' 'How to be Invisible' 'Joanni' 'A Coral Room' - Them lovely longshoremen British Sea Power will be gracing the UK's finer musical establishments in November. Touring under the banner of their wacky clubnight 'Club Sea Power' they'll be calling at: Nov 17th - Barrow Canteen Media & Arts Centre - The monthly residency from Cynical Soundsystem at the request of the MTB went swimmingly thanks. Expect much more where that came from as the Artful fest in S. London is coming up so soon. Keep you posted. - A new Hollywood movie on the life of professional nutcase Keith Moon may finally see the light of day after almost a decade in the pipelines. Roger Daltrey is taking up the role of co-director in the yet unnamed film, with Mike Myers reportedly taking up the role of Moon himself.
Millionaire - Paradisiac Back to regain their sludge-riff-rock-roll crown from all the mere filthy pretenders (Nine black alps, my eyes..your direction) Millionaire return with Mssr. Josh Homme at the production desk with new long player ‘Paradisiac’. Lumping Millionaire with a QOTSA comparison merely because of their new fancypants producer would be slightly unfair and frankly wrong, & although it’s impossible to deny the influence of Mr. Homme on the depth of the riffs on the album I seem to remember their last album ‘Outside the Simian Flock’ sounded remarkable like Queens too...Oh well. Tracks such as new single ‘I’m on a High’ incorporate the kind of special FX you’d expect to hear from faulty machinery, and while rather endearing at first (well as endearing as wet squelches can be) they begin to grate after 3 tracks. My advice? Become guests on the next ‘Desert Sessions’ LP, I swear it wouldn’t be that different from what we have here. James Williams Bloodhound Gang Oh man! That Jimmy Pop and his merry band of punk-lite pranksters! How witty & rad of him to cover up the fact that he’s using a way-rude word for the name of his new single by using the Phonetic Alphabet..Well Mr. Pop I’ve come up with a review that utilises this peculiar and mysterious brand of code myself..here goes nothing.. First off, Only Kenneth Williams is entitled to use innuendo at a level as dangerously high as this. Whereas Mr. Williams’ jokes merely hinted at the taboo, the Bloodhound Gang seem content trying to fit as many filthy connotations into this pile of Whiskey, Alpha, November, Kilo as Possible. One word..Whiskey, Echo, Alpha, Kilo. James Williams |
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Selfish Cunt - The Garage 15/05/05 I will start this review as I plan to continue it, with grandiose statements that I will find impossible in the future (or at any time for that matter) to back up, factually or otherwise. Ready? Selfish Cunt are the best live band in Britain If you wade through the endless pretension, the array of Hoxton twits in attendance, the infinitely colourful moniker & the ludicrous support you find yourself witnessing a spectacle quite unlike any you’ve ever witnessed before. This isn’t your average bounce-around-throwin’-shapes rawk show! Oh dear God no sir, this is performance art..This is Hi-Fidelity Hi-Octane Fuckin’ Danger MUSIC. I have to stress now that music is the principal term here. Beyond Martin Tomlinson draping himself over the edge of insanity, the scatter-gun beats, now supplemented by a live drummer (Bambi) hold court over the Art scratch stylings of guitarist Patrick Constable never fade into the background..even more impressive with the suicidal antics of Tomlinson. Quickly finding himself devoid of clothes & sanity (although it’s debatable whether it existed from the offset) Mr. T brings a certain element to the mix that is sadly lacking in the pre-packaged pre-teen bubblewrap world of Rock ‘n’ Roll in the 21st century..Danger. Although even this seems to have been sanitised by the establishment (Crack‘n’Smackheads not included, they know not what they do) this is very, very real. And through all the ‘insider hype’ and sinister soundbytes supposedly keeping this band in ample headline space, you really can’t find a more entertaining night out than being dragged around a sweaty box by a skinny dervish in briefs & boots screaming blue murder in your face..Ravishing. James Williams Cat Power - Queen Elizabeth Hall 28/04/05 Question: How do you make one man sound like an orchestra? Answer: No flippin’ idea mate, ask Warren Ellis. I have to admit it, Warren makes the kind of music I’m not used to listening to, and it makes a change from the ear-crunching aural assaults I’m used to but..well, it’s just not very inspiring. Stealing a coupla drum loops off of Kid A and looping squiggly violin stabs above them is all very good in some bohemian hovel in Montmartre, but it just doesn’t cut the mustard in these rather more salubrious surroundings. Cat Power on the other hand fits the grandiose venue to a tee, as a Chan Marshall concert is witnessed rather than watched. Any thought of standing or talking during the performance is quickly put out of the mind as it is feared that Miss Marshall might break down and weep bitter tears. Sitting alone on the stage with only her guitar, piano and unbelievable voice for company, Marshall runs through her heart wrenching back catalogue with an effortless zeal that defies belief. It is as if she’s playing for a close-knit circle of friends, albeit quite a large group of them. The largest applause (shouts and whoops are out of the question) is reserved for her sublime cover of the Rolling Stones classic Satisfaction, which adds a bourbon-soaked weariness to the..erm, bourbon-soaked original. Plus I didn’t get Tinnitus! Huzzah! James Williams |
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The Kills - The End 28/02/05 The Kills return to the live arena with a short set to plug latest offering ‘No Wow’. Still employing no-one but three samplers and the truth they keep the amphetamine-fuelled Velvet Undergroundisms of debut ‘Keep on your Mean Side’ but seem to have veered in a more abstract direction. Without a hippy ethos to rebel against (like their spiritual forefathers the VU) they instead turn their distaste to traditional band schematics, eschewing bass and drums in favour of machines and atmospherics. Whispers become screams, fractured drum lines splice in between tortured angular anti-melodies while Alison and Jamie (they’ve finally dropped the faintly ridiculous monikers) wax lyrical about dark decadence, sexual frustrations and the like. The most thrilling thing about the Kills has always been the sense of underlying lust, and this only truly manifests itself live. The bubbling tension between the two more than once threatens to spill over into an X-rated show of flailing limbs and ecstatic yelps but same as always, they keep ya hangin’ on..but with a show like that I don’t mind waiting. James Williams contact In 1973, he spent a lot of time with John Lennon. 'I remember being in a room at the Sherry Netherlands hotel with John and we were both on coke. At 3am there was a knock on the door and we looked through the peephole; it was Andy Warhol. We both stood there, paranoid, whispering: don't let him in!' - Elton John
‘If Autolux were a root canal, would they be performed in the mouth of Gertrude Stein?’ ‘The great dream of Autolux is to play a show in front of the entire world and make noise that is so excruciating & terrible and goes on for so long that eveyone on the planet loses their mind’. Quite a goal I think you’d agree, but the funny thing is that you can actually see them doing it..with gusto. Autolux makes the kind of music that leaves a lasting impression, especially rare in these days of formulaic style-over-substance pomp shit that seems to be flying from all directions at all times. Straight out of Los Angeles, Eugene Goreshter (Bass/Vocals/Other), Greg Edwards (Guitar/Vocals/Other) and Carla Azar (Drums/Vocals/Other) are on a sonic odyssey. Obvious comparisons can be drawn to noise-popsters My Bloody Valentine and Sonic Youth but Autolux seem to place more worth on melody rather than anarchy with lulling piano stabs replacing punishing feedback. But this ensemble doesn’t remove from the drone-feel to the pieces, tracks such as ‘Capital kind of strain’ bring together lush soundscapes with introspective/introverted lyrics to create pieces that are anything but background music. The trio came together in the decline of their former groups (‘Ednaswap’ for Azar and ‘Failure’ for Edwards) and found themselves bonding over a desire for change. This view was shared by early fan-cum producer T-Bone Burnett, who signed them to DMZ records, the imprint he had set up with iconic film-making twins Ethan and Joel Coen. In late 2002, their EP ‘Demonstration’ was selling like hot-cakes at shows before disaster struck while opening for Elvis Costello in LA. Drummer Carla Azar fell and shattered her elbow, specialists said it was the worst break they’d ever seen and promised she’d never drum again, all apart from one pioneering orthopaedic surgeon who patched her up with a coupla metal pins (7 to be exact). He seems to have done a sterling job (check out the EPK video on their website for proof) and after a year off they set about recording their debut ‘Future Perfect’. It seems like no shows are planned for the UK just yet, but if they are hit the wave before the hype merchants do. As the record is only available on import here (try Rough trade shops/Fopp) some gooduns to download are as follows: ‘Sugarless', ‘Capital kind of Strain’ and ‘Future Perfect’. D/load that shit. www.autolux.net - check out the Electronic Press Kit video for confirmation of the greatness of these boys and girl..and to see where I got most of the info on them. James Williams |
Quit your dayjob - S/T The press release for this described it as ‘a nuclear bomb exploding with wild electro punk surf and raw energy!’ The premise sounds good, but somewhat like the Mars Chocolate drink it sounds so great on paper, but when you actually try it you’re left with the taste of days-old Caramel in your mouth and experience repeated nagging nauseous attacks..okay so maybe not like the Mars drink then. Coming out of the squats of southern Sweden Marcass, Andreass and Jonass make a racket that is only really let down by the singer insisting upon crap lyrics. Jonass’s vocals are almost MarkE.Smithian in their delivery, but are devoid of any of the wit and panache that makes Mr. E. Smith such a star. If this was an instrumental album (or they got a singer who didn’t sing about Coconuts) this would be a quality release. Combining buzzsaw Crampsy surf guitars with squelchy synths it’s both original and catchy. They just need to get singerboy realllly pissed then throw him out onto a motorway somewhere, SAS style. James Williams Send an email |
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