Well, here we are again, folks. Enough of the platitudes, it really has all been said before, hasn't it? You know why we're here. Time to get on with it. Apologies in advance for the verbosity. I'd advise to stick the kettle on and grab a tin of biscuits. Once you've done that, I hope you enjoy.
The simplistic approach is often the best. Anton Newcombe knows this as well as anyone, lending his sonic aptitude to Tess Parks for what is dubbed her sophomore effort in I Declare Nothing. It’s an album with simple chord progressions underneath the Parks' bourgeoning vocals. A voice hidden beneath a foggy obscurity and cigarettes, which operates deep in the heart of rock ‘n’ roll. It’s a voyage of academia in some respects. Newcombe has almost taken Parks under his wing in order to nurture and harness these songs. I Declare Nothing is the result of that. The sound of Sunday morning.
It’s hard to pinpoint
key tracks, as one track bleeds into another, blurring the lines of peaks and
troughs, consequently making I Declare
Nothing a well balanced affair. ‘Wehmut’ sees Newcombe stamp his authority
within the first three chords, with vibes reminiscent of the exceptional...And This is Our Music. ‘German
Tangerine’ showcases Parks' raspy vocal pipes alongside droning keyboard and
gentle snare drums. It almost sounds like a track Mazzy Star couldn’t quite
capture. The final two tracks, ‘Meliorist’ and the fantastic closing encounter
that is ‘Friendlies’ end the album in impressive fashion, with the latter
arguably the album’s finest moment.
The cynics may say
these songs are merely worthy of gathering around the campfire to. Others may
say they are the product of a world class coffee house strumming duo, or at
worst a Mazzy Star tribute. All rather lazy depictions, as there’s so much more
to I Declare Nothing. This is an ode
to the sixties and seventies. Joplin, Mitchell, Lennon, Drake. All the
influences are buried within. And like everything Newcombe leaves his
fingerprints on, it’s done very well.
Favourite Tracks: German
Tangerine, Meliorist, Friendlies.
29.
It’s a record that has a
desolate feel. You can almost sense the dark buzzing of trees outside a
barnyard, in the hills of Von Till’s native Idaho. The title track illustrates
this – a brooding traipse, as Von Till’s trademark gravelly vocals take centre
stage along steel pedal guitar. 'In Your Wings' is a happy marriage between the
ominous tones Von Till has carved out with Neurosis and a rich acoustic
aesthetic enhanced by the craftsmanship from the soundboards by producer,
Randall Dunn. Dunn's ability to squeeze the essence out of each song is an
aptitude currently unmatched.
Along with Chelsea Wolfe's Abyss, this hybrid of dark folk reaches its peak through ‘Birch Bark Box'. Its reverberating drone and Von Till’s asphalt-rough groans outweigh most folk tracks put to record this year. Following is the haunting undercurrents of ‘Chasing Ghosts’. It seems like a fitting backdrop for a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
Along with Chelsea Wolfe's Abyss, this hybrid of dark folk reaches its peak through ‘Birch Bark Box'. Its reverberating drone and Von Till’s asphalt-rough groans outweigh most folk tracks put to record this year. Following is the haunting undercurrents of ‘Chasing Ghosts’. It seems like a fitting backdrop for a post-apocalyptic wasteland.
Aside from his work with
Neurosis, A Life Unto Itself is
arguably Von Till's landmark moment. It casts a very similar aesthetic to
Marissa Nadler’s July. It’s no coincide
that Randall Dunn was also at the helm on that particularly record. Dunn’s efforts
on A Life Unto Itself shouldn’t go
unnoticed and is yet another string to the bow of one of the finest producers
in music today.
Favourite Tracks: A Life Unto Itself, Night on the Moon, Birch Bark Box, Chasing Ghosts.
28.
Artist: Wilco
Album: Star Wars
Label: ANTI-
In the age of all things
digital there's usually the odd band throwing out a record or two for free. This
year it was Wilco's turn to be dragged kicking and screaming into the world of
all things disposable, releasing a free album of their own; the follow-up to The Whole Love in the thirty-four minute
treasure aptly titled Star Wars.
27.
Artist: Wire
Album: Wire
Label: Pink Flag
Things soon become family,
though. 'More' is Jeff Tweedy at his best, the track easily good enough to
rival anything on Yankee Hotel Foxtel,
for mine. 'Random Name Generator' is a no-nonsense downright rocker thanks to
the Nels Cline guitar wig out. 'You Satellite' will have most A Ghost is Born devotees screaming from
the rooftops, while 'Where do I Begin' will have a similar effect on those who hold
Summerteeth close to their heart. 'Magnetized is a captivating end to Star Wars.
Once again, Tweedy is the focal point as he sings perhaps the finest sequence
of lyrics from the album. "I sleep underneath/A picture that I keep of you next to me/I realise
we're magnetized". It's vintage Tweedy.
As far as scope is
concerned, Star Wars really does have
it all. Wilco's ability to encapsulate their body of work in such a short space
of time is some accomplishment. Wilco fans will lap this up, while it's a good
entrance point for new ears, too. Most bands at their age would be content in
knocking out a bunch of songs that don't stray too far from familiarity. Not
Wilco, though. Star Wars clearly
demonstrates their enthusiasm to keep on breaking their own boundaries.
Favourite Tracks: More, Random Name Generator, You Satellite, Magnetized.
Favourite Tracks: More, Random Name Generator, You Satellite, Magnetized.
Since then, Wire's sonic
eclecticism has fascinated many an ear. It’s hard to imagine the same band that
released Pink Flag were also the
architects of A Bell Is a Cup. That’s
Wire, though. Their approach to consistently shift the goal posts is a facet many
have come to expect.
Wire is the band’s fourteenth
long player. Since 2008’s Object 47,
many have claimed Wire to be in a renaissance of sorts and I can’t argue. The
aforesaid album - along with 2010’s Red
Barked Tree - are among the band’s finest outings, in my opinion. Enter Wire. Another instalment of audible
prominence. The self-titled affair was conceived during the band’s numerous
tours throughout various parts of the world. Having been lucky enough to see
them live last year, tracks such the melodic ‘Blogging’, the ethereal ‘In Manchester’
and the downright show-stopping rocker in ‘Harpooned’ were played and at the
time - despite the unfamiliarity - sounded great and on record sound just as
good, if not better.
New guitarist, Matthew Simms, has introduced new elements to the band, and provides a nice foil for Colin Newman to impose his dry wit on his audience. ‘High’ is injected with those hard hitting chords that work well in tandem with Newman’s lovely melody. ‘Split Your Ends’ is the best track on Wire. It’s an infusion of vintage Wire and the new incarnation of the band.
Wire reveals itself slowly. It’s a common trait when you associate with this band. They are not an instant proposition and never have been. The proof of their grandeur lies with Newman and his mysterious ability to flesh out the perfect melody. In this case Wire is no different. There are mutterings of a new album in 2016, entitled Read & Burn 04, which are cuts taken from the Wire sessions. If it's anything as good as Wire, then I can't wait.
New guitarist, Matthew Simms, has introduced new elements to the band, and provides a nice foil for Colin Newman to impose his dry wit on his audience. ‘High’ is injected with those hard hitting chords that work well in tandem with Newman’s lovely melody. ‘Split Your Ends’ is the best track on Wire. It’s an infusion of vintage Wire and the new incarnation of the band.
Wire reveals itself slowly. It’s a common trait when you associate with this band. They are not an instant proposition and never have been. The proof of their grandeur lies with Newman and his mysterious ability to flesh out the perfect melody. In this case Wire is no different. There are mutterings of a new album in 2016, entitled Read & Burn 04, which are cuts taken from the Wire sessions. If it's anything as good as Wire, then I can't wait.
Favourite Tracks: Shifting, In Manchester, High, Split Your Ends, Harpooned.
Z
was their magnum opus. Of that there is
little doubt. Many panned Z’s
follow-up and the very much left of centre Evil
Urges. I dug it. Many also panned the dark meanderings which formed Circuital. I dug it. The Waterfall? Well, you get the
picture.
All told, The Waterfall is their best effort since
the genre defining Z. The thematic scope, like the musical one, is
far and wide, despite the band still playing to its strengths. The opening
notes of ‘Believe’ grip you instantly. This is very much My Morning Jacket at their
best with the track's groovy incursions knocking on the door of southern
boogie. The breezy soul-rock of ‘Compound Fracture’ follows up in fine fashion,
while ‘Like a River’ showcases Jim James’ trusty falsetto. In fact, it’s never sounded
better!
Many will regard ‘In
its Infancy (The Waterfall)’ as the album’s standout track, but that title goes
to the album closer, ‘Only Memories Remain’. It’s a number that would have made
George Harrison proud. My Morning Jacket have always been capable of penning a
slower jam, thus portraying the ability to incapacitate their listener. This
song may just be the finest slower turn they’ve ever written.
“It’s a thin line
between loving and wasting my time,” sings Jim James on ‘The Thin Line’. I
can’t help but think these words form as an ironic taunt towards the naysayers.
The Waterfall might not broaden My
Morning Jacket's audience but it will certainly give those ingrained within the
My Morning Jacket brethren some hope that maybe the best is yet to come from
the Louisville natives.
Favourite Tracks: Believe, In its Infancy (The Waterfall),
Tropics, Only Memories Remain.
25.Destruction Unit’s Negative Feedback Resistor feels like the sound of a pulpy horror movie. Its aesthetic, a pulverising form of tombstone garage rock. It’s something you could ascribe to being punk, but the musicianship is too tight to wrap itself completely around the genre. Frontman, Ryan Rousseau’s howls are reminiscent of the Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster frontman, Guy McKnight . Either that or Elvis Presley in your worst nightmare. His venomous delivery is simply what makes this so good, while the musicianship is not to be sneezed at, either. It’s not the loose baroque essence of punk. It’s all brawn, freight-train fast and perceptively dangerous. Take the speed of The Men, the danger of The Icarus Line and precision of Pissed Jeans and you have Negative Feedback Resistor here and at your service.
Favourite Tracks: Proper
Decay, Chemical Reaction/Chemical Delight, Judgment Day, The Upper Hand.
Firstly, Henry
Blacker are an offshoot from the irrepressible sonic purveyors otherwise known
as Hey Colossus (who themselves have made two stellar long players this year). Secondly, 'Blacker's
sophomore album, Summer Tombs, is
2015’s hidden treasure for all stoner fiends and is a mightily strong follow-up
to last year’s excellent debut, with the equally excellent title, Hungry Dogs Will Eat Dirty Puddings.
Any album which opens
with a track called ‘Cold Laking’ (is it not one of the best song titles you’ve
heard this year?) is worthy of instant attention. Ironically, Henry Blacker are
after anything but fame, drugs and
blowjobs. This is nuts and bolts DIY at its finest. A bunch of blokes in a
garage in England’s West Country just swigging cider (stereotype?), smoking grass
and belting out ditties. And mighty fine ones, too. The rumbling distortion is
enough to make one’s bowels twitch. Frontman, Tim Farthing’s vocals shift gears
nicely between heavy wails and what can be described as spoken word, creating
a stimulating juxtaposition in front of reverberating fuzz and distortion.
Summer
Tombs is a thirty-two minute clamour of balls to
wall no-frills rock. There’s not a weak moment on ‘Tombs. From ‘Cold Laking’ to the foot-stomping ‘Landlubber’ to the
sludgy closing title track, this is pure butcher-raw stoner rock. Unforgiving
and unpretentious, Henry Blacker deliver heart-on-sleeve swagger and their fans
love them all the more for it.
Favourite Tracks: Cold Laking, Landblubber, Summer Tombs.
Like many of Hood’s
releases, The Declining Winter's third LP, Home
for Lost Souls, was subject to a first pressing of a measly 250 copies. For
the first time in the band's history, a repress was done for a further 400 copies
to appease their affectionate factions. With good reason, too, as Home' adds further weight to the band's
already impressive catalogue of work. In fact, I'd go as far to say that it's
their best effort yet. It was certainly the first album released this year that
floored me.
The title track evolves with a slow forlorn guitar riff that threatens to break into some form of pop lament. ‘It Is Intensely Sad’ really is just that. It feels like the sonic backdrop of an imagery consisting of sweeping winds across the Pennines. ‘Hurled to the Curb’ is a psychedelic post-rock journey that almost sounds like Graham Sutton of Bark Psychosis joining forces with Flying Saucer Attack’s David Pearce. ‘The Right True End’ is the longest track on the album and its finest; a meandering ode to rural psychedelia and a pastoral aesthetic that goes unrivalled.
Adams’ ghostly murmurs, along with beautifully crafted instrumentation, help Home for Lost Souls convey an imagery of a wet northern Sunday morning, revelling in the satire of rural psychedelia. The Declining Winter offer rich textures, evoking a real sense of place, which is vastly lost in today's musical landscape. Proper Northern soul? I believe so. In many ways, as strange as it sounds, Home for Lost Souls it's as close to a rock record as Richard Adams and The Declining Winter will ever make.
Favourite Tracks: This Sadness Lacks, Home for Lost Souls, Hurled to the Curb, The Right True End.
Have
You In My Wilderness, Holter’s fourth LP, is a
pop album nestled in the framework of avant-garde. Like Jim O’Rourke’s Simple Songs, the surface appears
straightforward but as each listen passes, this album reveals itself with
thought-provoking juxtapositions and spectacular virtuoso. In summary, this is that album!
From front to back,
there are highlights. Holter presents one of her finest tracks with opener,
‘Feel You’. Its melody, complex but rendered with a fine pop sensibility.
‘Lucette Stranded on the Island’ is an opaque journey backed by elegant strings
and haunting synth. ‘Sea Calls Me Home’ is the centre piece of the album, as
Holter orchestrates ghostly melodies, horn sections and rich-laden strings; over
the course of her four albums, you would be hard pressed to find a more
dramatic moment. ‘Every Time Boots’ is Holter at her most simplistic. This track
would be a pop marvel if someone like Adele chose to cover it.
The piano dirge
of ‘Betsy on the Roof’ is arguably the album’s highlight, with Holter's imposing
vocal range coupled with the track's solemn undertones really capturing the spirit
of Have
You In My Wilderness. An album that
is easily Holta’s most sonically approachable to date. Along with it
being her most personal record, it’s also her finest and one that will most likely
broaden her audience.
Favourite Tracks: Feel You, Sea Calls Me Home, Betsy on the Roof, Have You in My Wilderness.
Citizen
Zombie broadens the groundwork of Mark Stewart’s The Politics of Envy (a brilliant
accomplishment in its own right and an album previously championed on this blog). Citizen’s aesthetic is far friendlier
to the ear and sonically, perhaps less nascent. That may deter some,
particularly the pessimists, but to me it makes the experience all the more
enjoyable. Citizen Zombie could almost
be classed as a new brand of dance-punk. The spatial balladry of 'Nowhere Girl’ sees
Stewart and his comrades venture to new pastures. The architect himself providing
what could be described as the perfect melody.
The Pop Group quickly
revert back to their bread and butter, though. ‘Shadow Child’ operates deep in
the dub-funk milieu, as Stewart’s
trademark shrieks are ever-present. ‘S.O.P.H.I.A’ could certainly attests to the
new form of democratic dance-punk, as Stewart shouts "Assume nothing/Deny
everything/ Assume nothing/Everything/Everything".
Aside from sound,
Stewart’s ideology remains at the ready. The opening title track is a spiteful
indictment on modern society and those claiming to be our leaders. It's vintage Stewart with his polemic retorts and constant asking of
questions. Citizen Zombie won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. In fact, most will either
love it or hate it. That’s where The Pop Group has stood during the beginning,
though. In fact, in many respects that‘s what makes The Pop Group, indeed, The
Pop Group.
Favourite Tracks: Citizen
Zombie, Shadow Child, Nowhere Girl, S.O.P.H.I.A, St. Outrageous.
Some had claimed that Rodney Smith, A.K.A. Roots Manuva had lost his zest, teetering on the edge of non-pertinence. That’s when art is at its best, though. When creativity rises above the status quote and the collective voice of cynicism. Smith has used this cynicism as a manifesto to create one of his finest triumphs in Bleeds.
Bleeds
is real. Bleeds
is dark. In fact, it’s one of the darkest sounding hip hop records I’ve
heard in a long time. It doesn’t hide behind misogyny or any other suspect allegories
currently infested in the genre. It’s direct and it hits in all the right
places. Bleeds is a pure stream of
social consciousness.
I'm not qualified to elaborate
on the importance of these songs (I’m just a normal bloke after all). From the
raw emotional travails of ‘Hard Bastards’ and ‘Crying’, this one-two punch is filled
with a menacing undercurrent for the masses to wake up. It’s a base for the
final eight tracks to flourish. ‘Don’t’ Breathe Out’ is almost a head nod to
soul. ‘Cargo’ is an acidic number with haunting piano and Manuva’s baritone
flow which transforms into a banging chorus. Then there's ‘I Know Your Face’. If
'Crying' wasn't enough to get you dewy-eyed than this foray certainly will.
Unlike most acclaimed
hip hop albums, Bleeds doesn’t
outstay its welcome by incessant braggario and misguided anger. Its message is
clear and very direct. Some maymight not like Bleeds
because of this but it’s exactly why
people should be lauding this effort. It's a call to arms for the masses to
wake up and take notice. With Bleeds, Roots
Manuva has presented an ominous snapshot of the stark realism which exists, making
this one of the purest representations in hip hop for quite some time.
Favourite Tracks: Hard Bastards, Crying, Don't Breath Out, Cargo, I Know Your Face.
Simple Songs can attest to those conformist sounds which made Insignificance feel like O’Rourke’s road to Damascus moment. O'Rourke reaches these accessible points in a rather complex fashion. He orchestrates these moments symphonically. Just like the album’s moniker, O'Rourke has always rendered somewhat ironic song titles. This time around it's ‘Half Life Crisis’ which is arguably the best of the bunch.
‘Friends with Benefits’ has
an air of similarity with some of the tracks off Lee Ranaldo’s Between the Times and the Tides. It’s a
nice way to ease the listener in. ‘Hotel Blue’ is an art-rock traipse. It’s
laden with strings and a melody David Bowie would be proud of. Simple Songs really builds up a head of
steam from here. ‘Last Year’ has an aesthetic not too dissimilar to moments
from Insignificance. ‘End of the
Road’ is one of the slowest tracks O’Rourke has done, rife with slow piano,
which builds and ends with more art-rock pastiche. ‘All Your Love’ ends Simple Songs in fine fashion with
rumbling free-form drums and more melodic piano which O’Rourke has employed
with aplomb throughout the album’s thirty-eight minute duration.
While Simple Songs could very well rival the aforementioned magnum opus, O'Rourke yet again demonstrates his idiosyncratic interpretation of a genre that normally associates its sound with more user-friendly purveyors. That's why O'Rourke's music fascinates.
Favourite Tracks: Friends with Benefits, Last Year, End of the Road, All Your Love.
18.
Artist: Editors
Album: In Dream
Label: PIAS
Some may think the Birmingham outfit have overreached with their fifth LP, In Dream. Perhaps plausible, however on the flipside you can hear a band that has totally reinvented itself. Isn’t that what creating something is all about? Are Editors back? I believe so, but not as we once knew them and that is the greatest aspect of In Dream.
From this point Editors of 2015 takes hold. Okay, so the chorus of ‘Forgiveness’ could pose as background noise during the rolling credits of a BBC drama. I’ll give you that. However these moments are very few. ‘Salvation’ is a stirring number led by sparse piano and clever electronic incursions. ‘Life is a Fear’ and ‘Our Love’ descend from a 1980s dancefloor; the latter a captivating clash between the new wave and rock music. It's one of the few times such fusions don't pass off an unpleasant whiff of manufactured shit.
Where almost every other post-punk collective is gnawing at the carcass Joy Division, Editors have broadened their appetite, instead turning to the likes of Jon Hopkins’ Immunity; a distinct influence throughout In Dream. Look no further than the final closing track, ‘Marching Orders’. It’s the track that illustrates Editors’ sea change as complete and I have to say, it's a mighty fine one at that.
17.
Artist: Mercury Rev
Album: The Light In You
Label: Bella Union
After eight years in the wilderness (see what I did there? Okay, I’ll grab my coat), Mercury Rev are back with another offering of auditory pleasure in The Light In You. As time goes on, it would be fair to say Mercury Rev are at the stage where their followers are pretty much set in stone. Euphemistically it may suggest they are getting a bit long in the tooth, however their creative outfit remains unwaveringly pertinent.
Favourite Tracks: The Queen of Swans, Amelie, Central Park East, Are You Ready, Rainy Day Record.
While Simple Songs could very well rival the aforementioned magnum opus, O'Rourke yet again demonstrates his idiosyncratic interpretation of a genre that normally associates its sound with more user-friendly purveyors. That's why O'Rourke's music fascinates.
Favourite Tracks: Friends with Benefits, Last Year, End of the Road, All Your Love.
Some may think the Birmingham outfit have overreached with their fifth LP, In Dream. Perhaps plausible, however on the flipside you can hear a band that has totally reinvented itself. Isn’t that what creating something is all about? Are Editors back? I believe so, but not as we once knew them and that is the greatest aspect of In Dream.
From this point Editors of 2015 takes hold. Okay, so the chorus of ‘Forgiveness’ could pose as background noise during the rolling credits of a BBC drama. I’ll give you that. However these moments are very few. ‘Salvation’ is a stirring number led by sparse piano and clever electronic incursions. ‘Life is a Fear’ and ‘Our Love’ descend from a 1980s dancefloor; the latter a captivating clash between the new wave and rock music. It's one of the few times such fusions don't pass off an unpleasant whiff of manufactured shit.
Where almost every other post-punk collective is gnawing at the carcass Joy Division, Editors have broadened their appetite, instead turning to the likes of Jon Hopkins’ Immunity; a distinct influence throughout In Dream. Look no further than the final closing track, ‘Marching Orders’. It’s the track that illustrates Editors’ sea change as complete and I have to say, it's a mighty fine one at that.
Favourite
Tracks: Ocean of Night, Salvation, Life is Fear, Our
Love, Marching Orders.
After eight years in the wilderness (see what I did there? Okay, I’ll grab my coat), Mercury Rev are back with another offering of auditory pleasure in The Light In You. As time goes on, it would be fair to say Mercury Rev are at the stage where their followers are pretty much set in stone. Euphemistically it may suggest they are getting a bit long in the tooth, however their creative outfit remains unwaveringly pertinent.
Naysayers may say that The Light In You won't turn heads the
way that seminal albums Deserter's Songs
and All Is Dream did, but I tend to
disagree. Like All Is Dream, patience
is required to feel the full force of The
Light In You and given the modern day listening habits, albums like this
may never receive the plaudits they deserve.
Opening track ‘The Queen of
Swans’ is majestic, its glacial sound effects creating an otherworldly fantasy
vibe, which Mercury Rev have made their own since the band's humble beginnings.
‘Amelie’ follows-up from the impressive start with a richly orchestrated coalition
of sounds. Suffice to say, there are plenty of other highlights through TLIY, too. The rocking
‘Are You Ready?’ provides a nagging bass line which is positioned in front of an array of rich sounds effects, raining from the sonic skies. Mercury Rev change it up,
too, swimming in new waters with the upbeat closing track, ‘Rainy Day Record’.
It's a fist full of anthemic brass, not
too dissimilar to Broken Social Scene's 'It's All Gonna Break'.
Although mastermind, Dave Fridmann, isn't behind the soundboards on this occasion, the Mercury Rev brains-trust in Jonathan Donahue and Sean "Grasshopper" Mackowiak are the most obvious replacements and their efforts are one of reward. The ‘Rev’s framework of fantasy-laden atmospherics remains steadfast. Their ability to amalgamate fantasy and beauty has always been their strongest hand and like The Secret Migration and Snowflake Midnight, The Light In You continues these themes both lyrically and sonically. Is this a reinvention of the wheel? Probably not. However in this realm of rock music, Mercury Rev stand on their own feet and not on the shoulders of giants. Quite simply when Mercury Rev produce new sounds the world of music is a far better place with them around.
Although mastermind, Dave Fridmann, isn't behind the soundboards on this occasion, the Mercury Rev brains-trust in Jonathan Donahue and Sean "Grasshopper" Mackowiak are the most obvious replacements and their efforts are one of reward. The ‘Rev’s framework of fantasy-laden atmospherics remains steadfast. Their ability to amalgamate fantasy and beauty has always been their strongest hand and like The Secret Migration and Snowflake Midnight, The Light In You continues these themes both lyrically and sonically. Is this a reinvention of the wheel? Probably not. However in this realm of rock music, Mercury Rev stand on their own feet and not on the shoulders of giants. Quite simply when Mercury Rev produce new sounds the world of music is a far better place with them around.
Favourite Tracks: The Queen of Swans, Amelie, Central Park East, Are You Ready, Rainy Day Record.
During 2014’s Live Rain album, you could feel
something was changing for Miller. I’m not one to indulge in live albums but
this one provided a spark for me. That something appeared to be Mansion Songs. A lovely collection of
tracks that Miller could easily call his best.
Miller still revels
in the tried and trusted realm of ‘classic’ Howlin’ Rain. ‘Big Red Moon’ opens
up and is much a barnyard stomp as anything else he’s previously written. ‘Meet
Me in the Wheat’ could also be closely defined as such. It’s when Miller
slows things down that it starts to get interesting. ‘Coliseum’ is a simple
acoustic number with a pleasant melody, which pricks the ear. ‘Restless’ is an
eloquent unhurried number that could have made it onto Almost Famous as Stillwater’s slow turn ditty. ‘Lucy Fairchild’
is probably the best number Miller has written under the Howlin’ Rain moniker,
with rich pianos and a spell-binding melody, showcasing his phenomenal vocal
range.
Just when you think
it couldn’t get better than ‘Lucy Fairchild’, album closer ‘Ceiling Fan’ hands
down transforms this album from a good one to a great one. Miller’s softly
spoken words form a poetic tour-de-force which takes us through the streets of
London and through the era of literary genius, with Larkin, Ballard, and Blake
forming the basis of this journey. Miller sings the simple but equally stunning
melody “I save one line for you/All forgiveness”. It’s a perfect track and one
of my favourites of 2015.
Mansion
Songs is an accomplishment where Miller really
spreads his wings. It's an album that has shifted the axis of the collective
mindset. Where many view him as the guy from Comets On Fire who also happens to
make Howlin' Rain records, the latter project should now be the focal point
upon which the masses view Ethan Miller. Yes, Mansion Songs is that good, folks.
Favourite Tracks: Big
Red Moon, Coliseum, Restless, Lucy Fairchild,
Ceiling Fan.
Despite the band’s members being scattered throughout various parts of the United Kingdom, Hey Colossus have been a part of a festering underground scene for years now. Having a slew of LPs (nine in fact) within their garrison, not to mention boasting just as impressive side projects (Henry Blacker being the most notable), it's as much their choice as anyone's as to why they haven't reached a wider audience. In their own words, this is just about hanging out with your mates and banging out songs. In their case, the ditties are of a monolithic variety.
Radio Static High is a bourgeoning representation of Hey Colossus. It’s an assortment of genres viscerally enmeshed to produce staggering results. These guys have impressive record collections. You can feel it through the music they create. The opening title track is a slow burning saunter, with droning riffs and reverberating tones. Quite a contrast to 'March of the Headaches', which is a speaker blowing sludge-rock stomp. 'Hesitation Time' may just been one of the best songs they've written and believe me, this band have written some numbers (look no further than ‘Hot Grave’, an exemplary cut from Cuckoo Live Life Like Cuckoo). 'Hesitation Time' is a no-nonsense guitar-crunching number with cutting synth and bludgeoning riffs. “The future is waiting/You better plan your attack,” sings frontman, Paul Sykes. 'Honey' is the perfect end to this record, intertwining all the elements which makes Radio Static High the proposition it truly is.
Those who indulge in progressive metal will enjoy this as much as those who delve into psychedelic and stoner rock. The Melvins, Boris, Earth, Dead Meadow. It's all here on Radio Static High, jam packed with impressive sonic textures spanning over ten finely crafted songs that are presented in menacing fashion.
Favourite Tracks: Radio Static High, March of
the Headaches, Memories of Wonder, Hesitation Time, Honey.
The foggy backstreets
of London can be felt with Robinson’s poetic inflections. “I waited for you/You
never came,” (‘Mysteries’) and "Now we've lost our path to paradise/Up ahead
there's only stormy skies," (‘Waves’) are exactly the sort of musings we
are used to hearing from Robinson. He’s perfected these shadowy moments.
Fennesz’s contribution is subtle, with guitar glitches weaving in and out of
Martin’s crippling sonic drones. ‘Mysteries’ sets the tone. Fennesz subtle
guitar rumble provides the perfect foil for Robinson’s soulful vocal. ‘Waves’
and ‘Lighthouse’ are tracks which flow in a similar vein.
‘Above Water’ is a
sonic stand-off between Martin and Fennesz as the 14 minutes wall of avalanche-like
feedback poses as the album's quasi-intermission. ‘We Walk Together’ is
Hitomi’s time to shine as her unnerving vocal rises from the dark mist of
Martin’s pulsating drones.
Whilst Fennesz’s
involvement is subtle, it's effective on Edition
1. Those who fell in love with King Midas Sound’s Waiting for You will certainly find themselves besotted. If reports are to be believed,
this is the first of four collaborative efforts KMS intend to embark on. We
wait with bated breath.
Favourite Tracks: Mysteries, Waves, Melt, Lighthouse, We Walk Together.
The themes of Abyss are centred on Wolfe's sleep paralysis, making the album’s artwork somewhat of a literal piece. In terms of sound, it's evident that Wolfe's association with artists portraying heavier sonic leanings has influenced the structure of Abyss. 'Carrion Flowers' is a clear testament to this, with its low end drone piercing through Wolfe's ethereal vocal.
The haunting figure that is
'Iron Moon' follows a similar path, with throbbing guitars and bass which make
your internal organs shudder. 'Maw' is arguably the best thing Wolfe has ever
written. Like the peculiar groove which comprises its chorus, 'Maw' is an elusive
track inspired by What Dreams May
Come, the 1998 film which starred the late Robin Williams. Wolfe and her
band haven’t sounded better during heavy dirge that is ‘Grey Days’. ‘Crazy
Love’ is a sorrowful stripped back acoustic number that moulds nicely around
the collective of songs which form Abyss.
Is Chelsea Wolfe a poet in a musician's body or a musician in a poet's body? I
suspect the answer lies somewhere in between. The poeticism during Abyss is ubiquitous.
It’s a rich, brooding journey made all the more impressive by the sonic
incursions which augment Abyss’s
genius and fundamentally transform Chelsea Wolfe into the queen of rich
gothic-folk. If she isn’t America’s answer to PJ Harvey then I’m clearly missing
something.
Favourite
Tracks: Carrion Flowers, Iron Moon, Maw, Grey Days, Crazy
Love, Survive.
‘Talia’ – the album’s first single – explodes with bending harmonicas and simmering pianos that function below an atmospheric post-hardcore pastiche. ‘Prison Ring’ is more of a reverence to early ‘00s indie rock and perhaps the most straightforward track on the album. The title track is slowest on the record and seemingly the most personal from a lyrical standpoint. ‘Dave Sim’ is the finest number on Heaven is Earth and a fitting closure to a record that doesn’t weaken from start to finish. It's an anthemtic fist-pumping foray presenting a gut-busting chorus that just about spells democratic vitality.
It’s worth pointing out that Kurt Ballou’s assistance behind the soundboards on Heaven Is Earth enhances the album’s capacity. His production is crisp yet provides the raw and spatial textures which capture what Self Defense Family are pushing for here. In conjunction with the songcraft from Kindlon, Heaven Is Earth is a clear winner and one of the hidden gems in music released this year.
Favourite Tracks: Talia, Prison Ring, Ditko, Dave Sim.
Willis Earl Beal. A true punk. A troubadour. A man undoubtedly misunderstood. Three years, three albums. All of which are great, including his latest LP, Noctunes. As the title suggests, these songs were conceived during night time meanderings in his humble abode of a trailer/caravan. During the time of recording and release, he went through a divorce, spent a couple of weeks in prison and still managed to produce an LP that gets to see the light of day.
Noctunes is a rollercoaster of emotions. Love, hate, loss, hope; all the traits which have been at the forefront of Beal’s thematic travails. It's not easy to digest, Noctunes. It’s not an acquired taste, though. Patience is required for its essence to seep in. Four of five listens in, it starts to make sense.
You can feel Beal's pain. ‘Flying So Low’ almost feels like the man is on the brink. ‘No Solution’ is a evocative dirge about his marriage breakdown, as he sings “I wanna say something nice to you/I know I lost my wedding ring/The colours all faded blue/Now I lost track of everything”. ‘Stay’ follows and, as its title suggests, is just as gut-wrenching. ‘Able to Wait’ seems like a journey of hope. The last three tracks, ‘Survive’, ‘Start Over’ and the brilliant ‘1-2 Midnight’ are arguably the finest three tracks on the album and end this emotional rollercoaster where you sense that all is not lost and that Willis finds solace.
From start to finish, Noctunes is Beal at his most revealing. A true punk. A troubadour. No big studios, no hangers-on yearning for fame or fictitious bravado. It's just a man knocking out stripped back awe-inspiring songs. A true punk. A troubadour. People will laud the likes of Leon Bridges and Benjamin Clementine, but Willis Earl Beal isn’t some manufactured poster boy for the majors, nor is he a Mercury Music Prize nominee. No way. This man operates on the ridges. A true punk. A troubadour. Noctunes could very well be the vanguard of modern-day soul. In fact I’m quite certain of it, even if most people can’t see Willis Earl Beal for what he truly is. A true punk. A troubadour.
Favourite Tracks: Like
A Box, No Solution, Stay, Able to
Wait, Survive, Start Over, 1-2 Midnight.
While Impersonator well and truly put Canadian
duo, Majical Cloudz, on the map, you sensed that the masses would soon tire of
the duo’s sonic simplicity. After all, what better way to knock an artist down
after building them up than to shred their much anticipated follow-up release?
I’m glad to say that Devon Welsh and Matthew Otto have the defied the odds of
the clichéd second album struggles with Are
You Alone?
Welsh focuses upon all
the things which teeter on the edge of romanticism; love, death, longing. Of
that he’s no different than any other romanticist. Majical Cloudz don't provide
the thespian back-drop, though, instead operating in a chamber-pop hybrid
that’s so revealing that it’s almost uncomfortable.
Are
You Alone? irrefutably has an alluring draw. While Impersonator felt very inward, Are You Alone? is very much an emotionally
outward record and because of this you sense it has the ability to reach a very
diverse audience, including listeners you wouldn’t associate as avid music fans,
per se.
The minimal lo-fi
skin and bone romanticism that is rife throughout these songs is very engaging.
The eeriness of ‘Control’. The pop aesthetic the title track has to offer. The chamber-pop
lament that is ‘So Blue’. The straightforwardness of ‘Downtown’. The glacial
soundscapes of album highlight, ‘Game Show’. These songs approach uncharted
territory for Majical Cloudz, essentially breaking their own boundaries.
There's something for
everybody on Are You Alone? The twee devotee
will enjoy this as much as the emo kid, not to mention that 'normal' guy. Just like the finest literature, passages on Are You Alone? can be construed as words
which feel as though they were written specifically for the you, the listener. Welsh
possesses an uncanny ability to evoke such emotions through his outward
missives. Given the medium in which he’s offered his sentiments, it’s a valiant
effort.
Favourite Tracks: Control,
Are You Along, So Blue, Downtown, Game Show.
Simply put, The Icarus Line haven’t received the plaudits they deserve. If truth be told, they probably never will, either. Over the last fifteen years they have delivered some of the finest representation of guitar music put to record. Mono, Penance Soiree, and Slave Vows are all beguiling experiences. In their own right, they all have one thing in common. Each of these albums have a unique ability to make you feel ten feet tall.
Alongside the
aforementioned long players, we can now include All Things Under Heaven; the band’s sixth oeuvre and easily their
most eclectic. I remember listening to Buddyhead’s Travis Keller interviewing Joe
Cardamone on the eve of the release of All
Things….. Cardamone described Los Angeles as something akin to a choose
your own adventure kids’ book. Strangely enough, this album has that exact
feel.
Opening track, 'Ready or Die', is a dirty, dangerous number brimming from all
corners of Los Angeles. Its prominent seventies garage rock pastiche would make
Iggy proud. 'Total Pandemonium' is exactly that, starting off with a whirring
keyboard drone which continues to stir underneath Cardamone's vicious howls. It
sounds as if the new incarnation of Swans and The Doors are engaging in an
outright pub brawl. 'El Cerno' slows it all down and sounds as if Cardamone has
kicked Nick Cave out of the studio and decided to front the Bad Seeds. Then
there’s the title track; an eerie impassioned spoken word expedition courtesy
of Joe Coleman, who turns the general consensus of common-sense completely on
its head.While the 12 minute 27 seconds of guttural downer rock during ‘Incinerator Blue’ will mesmerise many, the visceral inflections of ‘Solar Plexus’ transcend it, weaving in and out of the Penance’ era of The Icarus Line. This time, though, it’s far a more dangerous animal and one of the finest snapshots of this band. Funnily enough, it could be argued that the finest moment during All Things Under Heaven comes at its final juncture in the elegant ‘Sleep Now’. Festering saxophones, droning keyboards and Cardamone’s tender vocals morph this track into the most beautiful thing the band has written, yet again adding another string to the bow of this rock ‘n’ roll behemoth.
I believe every city has a sound. I’ve never been to the place, but All things Under Heaven certainly feels
like an embodiment of Los Angeles. Or at least the Los Angeles I’ve viewed from
afar. Just like King Midas Sound have captured the fog of London. Just like
Bill Ryder-Jones encapsulates the witticism of Liverpool. And of course those
haunting moments one associates with Sigur Ros and Iceland. Add The Icarus Line
and Los Angeles to the list.
In some ways it's non-pertinent to rank albums such as All Things Under Heaven. Regardless of the digital age and people's different listening habits, albums like this continue to reveal themselves as the years pass. Should I be lucky enough to be still clinging to the mortal coil in thirty years' time, I have little doubt that this is one album I will be talking about.
Favourite Tracks: Ready or Die, Total Pandemonium, Solar Plexus, Mirror, Sleep Now.
In some ways it's non-pertinent to rank albums such as All Things Under Heaven. Regardless of the digital age and people's different listening habits, albums like this continue to reveal themselves as the years pass. Should I be lucky enough to be still clinging to the mortal coil in thirty years' time, I have little doubt that this is one album I will be talking about.
Favourite Tracks: Ready or Die, Total Pandemonium, Solar Plexus, Mirror, Sleep Now.
Many will call this Deafheaven's magnum opus, as the remnants of black metal and to a lesser extent, shoegaze, have never reached audiences so far and wide. While New Bermuda is certainly exceptional, it would be prudent to acknowledge the seeds which were planted yesteryear when Sunbather floored so many in its path.
More than ever, there is an array of influences on New Bermuda. The beginning of ‘Baby Blue’ is a head nod to hip hop, as Daniel Tracy’s drumming adds further dimensions to this ensemble. His drumming is dynamic from front to back on ‘Bermuda. The solemn dirge of ‘Come Back’ sounds like something Low, the Red House Painters, or Codeine could have written. The homage to post-rock is paramount, too.
New
Bermuda very much strengthens the framework
Deafheaven previously erected during their first two albums. There will further
debate as to whether New Burmuda is that album, however Deafheven are band
that make consistently impressive music. They are songwriters. They are
artists. Over the course of their three albums, the vividness is profuse and
there's no reason why that shouldn't continue in the future. Despite what the
metal purists have to say, Deafheaven’s array of influences enhances their eminence
as a forefathers of the genre.
Favourite Tracks: Brought
to Water, Luna, Baby Blue, Come Back.
Post-punk. An era-defining genre that’s sadly forming into something disposable. Just like dubstep, I’ve no doubt it will become a dirty term in the coming years, as every man proclaiming to front a post-punk collective attempts to emulate Ian Curtis, consequently making the poor man turn in his grave.
Not Protomartyr,
though. In a scene saturated with middleclass pretence and Joy Division
copyists, Protomartyr let their music do the talking. As far as 2015 is
concerned Joe Casey’s lyrics are some of the best that have been put to paper
on the band's third album, The Agent
Intellect. His delivery is defiant, his message, bursting with soul. This
band is egalitarian, yet cynical and snidey enough to match it with the best sceptics.
Their native Detroit an obvious influence, as Casey sinks his fangs deep into
the flesh of the monotonous every day. ‘The Devil in His Youth’ is a nuts and
bolts garage-punk traipse. It almost feels like Mark E. Smith has been pulled
into line to front a conventional rock band. The tones are reminiscent of The
Constantines, as the music is sparse with ample room where you just know Protomartyr
would kill it onstage in the live arena.
Perhaps there’s no
better social commentary this year than what Casey’s sings during ‘Coward
Starve’. "Social pressures exist/And if you think about them all of the
time/You're going to find that your head's been kicked in/We’re gonna do all
for the grind". Mind you, Sleaford
Mods might have something to say about that.
‘Clandestine Times’
is my favourite track on this album. Perhaps my favourite of the year. Its
soaring tremolo and Casey’s mind-bending lyrics brim from the melting pot of
all things you could associate with genuinely good music. The final two pieces
are fascinating, too. ‘Ellen’, a song written about Casey’s mother, is an
earnest close-to-the-bone journey about her battle with dementia. It’s easily
the most personal moment on the album with a shower of dissonance and melodic
fuzz raining over Casey’s brooding ruminations. That leads into the fine closer
in ‘Feast of Stephen’ that has an air of defiance, ending the album brilliantly.
The
Agent Intellect is one of those albums that many will hold close to their heart. Naturally, these albums are often
the best. As mentioned above, post-punk may lose some of its shine in the
coming years, but don’t include Protomartyr in any of the genre’s inquests. The Agent Intellect is clear evidence
that this band stands on their own and will undoubtedly stand the test of time.
Favourite Tracks: The
Devil in His Youth, Coward Starve, Pontiac 87, Dope Cloud, Clandestine Times,
Ellen, Feast of Stephen.
When the conversation is centred on shoegaze, very seldom is Swervedriver mentioned. Quite simply, they're less hipster, more brawn. The likes of Slowdive, My Bloody Valentine and Ride are akin to your downer drugs. Swervedriver are more your upper proposition. More powder than pills.
The toning throughout I Wasn’t Born to Lose You is meticulous. It’s not overdone, which is a trap that even the best guitar based bands fall into. Adam Franklin and Jimmy Hartridge have initiated a good balance here. The first eight notes of ‘Autodidact’ form this track into blissfully melodic one, as Franklin sings “You make me lose my head/And dream of what might be”. ‘English Subtitles’ - one of the band’s finest ditties - is beautiful, with its Birdsy chime coupled with Mary Chain bluster. It’s the perfect centre piece on I Wasn’t Born'. ‘A Wonder’ also a enthrals, demonstrating Swervedriver’s ear-gouging car-rock attributes. It’s one of Franklin’s finest moments, too, as his voice hasn’t sounded better.
This is best served
loud. Very loud. As their name suggests, Swervedriver have
been the perfect driving band since their inception. Tracks like ‘Sci-Flyer’,
‘Duel’, and ‘Sandblasted’ have always sounded at their best whilst at speed
careering down a highway. Most of I
Wasn’t Born to Lose You follows
in much the same fashion, to the point where Swervedriver’s most ardent
listeners will feel as though a void has now been filled. The wait was worth it.
Favourite Tracks: Autodidact, Setting Sun, English Subtitles, Deep Wound, A Wonder.
Los Angeles trio,
Marriages, are Emma Ruth Rundle, Greg Burns, and Andrew Clinco. Rising from the
ashes of the mighty Red Sparowes, Marriages graced listeners with a taster back
in 2012 with their debut EP, Kitsune. Since then they have broadened their
sonic template to welcome slightly more orthodox methods into the fold. The end
result is Salome, the band’s debut
LP.
The Impressive Sargent
House label has once again pulled out the stops in providing very good bands a
platform to portray their art. Marriages are yet another collective from a
stable boasting some of the most progressive metal acts in the modern day.
Salome is a conquest in its own right.
Salome feels like a heavy record but
its intentions are a lot more soothing on the ear and that's down to its
immaculate production. The songcraft is consistent, with very few weak points
throughout. Opening track, ‘The Liar’, is a creeping number underpinned by
flanging guitars and Emma Ruth Rundle’s outstanding vocals. Rundle’s
performance is major highlight on Salome.
'Paris-Texas' is riddled with her gentle melodic voice, which is welcomed
alongside hard-hitting riffs and swelling effects that drip to form a sea of
sonic euphoria. The equally impressive 'Contender' is endemic with tones that
made Red Sparowes so distinct and equally impressive. Rundle’s performance on
both tracks track is undoubtedly her finest moment.
It’s disappointing that many have flocked to the very popular - yet very insipid - Wolf Alice. While some will see Marriages as a nice alternative, the L.A. trio are in fact the vastly superior outfit. Salome provides a longevity that will far outgrow the manufactured sounds of their trans-Atlantic cousins, along with many other acts functioning in the arena of riff-a-rolla. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking, but should most tire of the Wolf Alices of the world, they can seek solace in the fact that Salome will be there to fill the void. Tracks such as ‘Love, Texas’ and ‘Contender’ are tracks most artists could only dream of writing. That’s how vital Marriages’ Salome is to the current music landscape.
Favourite Tracks: The Liar, Salome, Love, Texas, Contender, Less Than.
It’s disappointing that many have flocked to the very popular - yet very insipid - Wolf Alice. While some will see Marriages as a nice alternative, the L.A. trio are in fact the vastly superior outfit. Salome provides a longevity that will far outgrow the manufactured sounds of their trans-Atlantic cousins, along with many other acts functioning in the arena of riff-a-rolla. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking, but should most tire of the Wolf Alices of the world, they can seek solace in the fact that Salome will be there to fill the void. Tracks such as ‘Love, Texas’ and ‘Contender’ are tracks most artists could only dream of writing. That’s how vital Marriages’ Salome is to the current music landscape.
Favourite Tracks: The Liar, Salome, Love, Texas, Contender, Less Than.
Boss-de-Nage must feel like the bastard son. Despite releasing a split EP in 2012 with rising forefathers, Deafheaven, the world seems to have discarded the San Franciscan collective like the proverbial ginger stepchild. Make no mistake, Boss-de-Nage (pronounced Boss-de-Naj) should be held in the same regard as their aforementioned metal-gaze compatriots. There’s a little bit more meat on the bone with Boss-de-Nage. More pub, less library, perhaps? In any case, the band’s fourth album, All Fours is a testament to this notion.
As opposed to
Deafheaven, who have copped a profusion of scorn from the metal purists for
their so called ‘hipster’ leanings, Boss-de-Nage don’t receive as much backlash
and you can probably understand why. Their music reaches more extremities
and caters for those with an ear for the heavier sounds, thus making them a
broader proposition for a genre whose fans are generally more primitive and
somewhat unforgiving.
Although deeply
rooted in the realms of black metal, there are other genres at play during All Fours. Scremo and shoegaze are certainly
notables, however stripping All Fours back
to the bone, one could argue that this is a bastardsiation of post-hardcore.
Simply put, All Fours is an unrelenting journey and
certainly not an experience for the faint hearted. Opener, ‘At Night’, is a
perfect representation of Boss-de-Nage and the noise terrorism which they
convey. It portrays the band’s strengths throughout its eight minute existence
- pummelling drums, soaring guitars, drenched in shoegaze and black metal,
which rage below the gravelly shrieks from frontman, Bryan Manning. ‘A Subtle
Change’ and 'Washerwoman' boast spoken-word similarities to Slint’s Brian McMahon before the
aural wrath commences. ‘Washerwoman’ is the opening track’s closest rival for
the album’s highlight, epitomising Boss-de-Nage's depiction of the various genres noted
above. ‘To Fall Down’ and ‘The Most Modern Staircase’ end All Fours with a full head of steam. In fact, I feel slightly bad
for discarding the rest of the album in this examination. All Fours simply doesn’t
harbour weakness.
Boss-de-Nage not only
grabs you by the throat and demands your attention. From front to back on All Fours, this band bludgeons you to
the point where you fall into a hypnotic trance. Boss-de-Nage pushes, and
eventually disintegrates the boundaries of extreme music and whether or not you
it’s to one’s taste All Fours is a venerable
accomplishment.
Favourite Tracks: At
Night, Washerwoman, In A Yard Somewhere, To Fall Down, The Most Modern Staircase.
FoM
is homage to the seventies. The Floyd tinged
‘I Told You’ that has you floating in a thick smog of psychedelia. The down and
out beauty of opener, ‘Mercenary World’ and also the title track are vintage
Holy Sons. The head nods to Dennis Wilson are aplenty, too. ‘Aged Wine’ is certainly the most rocking
track he has done, nestled into the bosom of psychedelic rock. ‘Trampled Down’
is a misery laden dirge that adds to the brooding grandeur Amos has
successfully carved out during the existence of Holy Sons.
Why do I hold so much adoration for Amos? He has the ability to conjure up those flawless moments that make you feel numb. Whether it’s a simple chord progression, an elusive drum shift or a nuance in the chorus. Only great artists have the ability to do that and there aren’t enough great artists around. It’s no surprise that Fall of Man has these moments. Amos will continue to provide these instances because, quite frankly, the man is a genius.
Why do I hold so much adoration for Amos? He has the ability to conjure up those flawless moments that make you feel numb. Whether it’s a simple chord progression, an elusive drum shift or a nuance in the chorus. Only great artists have the ability to do that and there aren’t enough great artists around. It’s no surprise that Fall of Man has these moments. Amos will continue to provide these instances because, quite frankly, the man is a genius.
Favourite Tracks: Mercenary
World, I Told You, Disintegration is
Law, Aged Wine, Trampled Down.
Williamson’s razor sharp
tongue, coupled with his trap-like wit, is once again the main feature of Divide and Exit’s follow-up, Key Markets. No one’s safe, none more so
than the political hi-brow blazer brigade who are timely victims of his venomous
wrath. Boris Johnson (“There’s Boris on his bike/Quick, knock the cunt over/The
man of the people is the man without no temples/Blood falls out of his head
like policy/In the U-turn department – ‘Face to Faces’); Ed Miliband
(“Miliband got hit with the ugly stick/Not that it matters/The chirping cunt
obviously wants the country in tatters – ‘In Quiet Streets’), Nick Clegg (“Nick
Clegg wants another chance/Really this daylight robbery is now so fucking
hateful it’s accepted by the vast majority” –‘Face to Faces’).
In parts, Key Markets feels less like the blood
and thunder rant-punk of Divide and Exit
and more ingrained in hip hop. ‘Bronx in
a Six’ certainly feels that way. “You pretend to be proud of ya culture/While
simultaneously not giving two fucks about your own culture/What culture!/Fuck
culture/The blueprint for all control on the dole”. It’s Williamson at his
finest. ‘Silly Me’ also operates within a two-tone Specials pastiche. ‘Cunt
Make It Up’ portrays a brooding undercurrent, a homage to the aforementioned
genre in hip hop, as Williamson spits “You’re shit/You look like Rocket-From-The-Crypt”.
Andrew Fearn must take a vast amount of credit for these sonic explorations and
any calls suggesting the Sleafords are a one trick pony will be instantly
dispelled thanks to these renewed incursions.
The fact that both
sides of politics cop a verbal pasting suggests that Sleaford Mods are not
defined as some sort of rant-esque political orchestra, but in fact an
apolitical contraption. As far as wordplay is concerned, simply put, Sleaford
Mods are an unrelenting beast and Key
Markets is a further testament to their genius. Williamson reminds me of
Gordon Comstock from George Orwell’s Keep the
Aspidistra Flying. His ethos at least. Pure and simple, this is a soapbox
which he occupies and bestows the following message. Everyone can get fucked!
This message is revealed in a manner so on point with the social conscious that it thrusts
Jason Williamson to the apex as modern music’s greatest polemicist. Don’t
snigger with derision at the way Sleaford Mods divulge their message. It’s
plain bloody rude to do so! This is serious stuff. Pull out the linear notes from
the album sleeve and just read. Key Markets is
a complete work of art.
Favourite Tracks:
Live Tonight, You Cunt Make it Up, Face to Faces, In Quiet Streets, Giddy on
the Ciggies.
Peter Simonelli is a product deriving from
the seedy bars and alleyways of San Francisco. Like
Waits, Bukowski (big names, but fuck it, that’s the way I feel), Simoneli
joins the pantheon of meat-raw wordsmiths that American has given birth to over
the years. His poeticism is protracted, persuasive, pure. His delivery is
gravelly; an ode to spirits and nicotine. Similarities with Neurosis’ Scott
Kelly spring to mind (interestingly enough, Enablers’ debut was released on
Neurosis’ label, Neurot Recordings).
The musicianship
throughout The Rightful Pivot is just
as compelling as Simonelli’s narrative presentation. Former Swans guitarist,
Joe Goldring, demonstrates a foggy brand of post-rock-esque guitar that weaves
through Simonelli’s ominous jousting. Things get loud and abrasive when need be.
Some will hear shades of Shellac (tone) and smidgens of Slint (quiet/loud).
Both fair assessments, but by the same token Enablers are their own band.
They’ve constructed their own path. Sam Ospovat’s drums
on album closer, ‘Enopolis’ are the finest moments behind a drum kit you’ll hold
an ear to this year, with the swinging and tumbling improv proving machine-like.
Eight tracks. I could
dissect each piece but if you’ve come this far, then you’ve read enough of my
babble to last at least the next three lifetimes. I will say this, though. Just find a
place in your house and don’t move. Stick on The Rightful Pivot and simply listen. If you’re not dead inside,
then you will be floored.
Top 30 Recap:
30. Tess Parks & Anton Newcombe - I Declare Nothing
29. Steve Von Till - A Life
Unto Itself
28. Wilco - Star Wars
27. Wire – Wire
26. My Morning Jacket - The Waterfall
26. My Morning Jacket - The Waterfall
25. Destruction Unit -
Negative Feedback Resistor
24. Henry Blacker - Summer
Tombs
23. The Declining Winter -
Home For Lost Souls
22. Julia Holter - Have You
In My Wilderness
21. The Pop Group - Citizen
Zombie
20. Roots Manuva - Bleeds
19. Jim O'Rourke - Simple
Songs
18. Editors - In Dream
17. Mercury Rev - The Light
In You
16. Howlin' Rain - Mansion
Songs
15. Hey Colossus - Radio
Static High
14. King Midas Sound/Fennesz - Edition 1
13. Chelsea Wolfe - Abyss
12. Self Defense Family -
Try Me
11. Willis Earl Beal – Noctunes
11. Willis Earl Beal – Noctunes
10. Majcal Cloudz - Are You
Alone?
9. The Icarus Line - All
things Under Heaven
8. Deafheaven - New Bermuda
7. Protomartyr - The Agent
Intellect
6. Swervedriver - I Wasn't
Born to Lose You
5. Marriages - Salome
4. Boss-de nage - All Fours
3. Holy Sons - Fall of Man
2. Sleaford Mods - Key
Markets
1. Enablers - The Rightful Pivot
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