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Love - Forever Changes

July 30th 2008 02:04
Forever changes is the ultimate beautiful, paranoid, dissonant, end-of-the-decade suicide note from the city of broken dreams. A gang of earthlings fronted by ethereal, handsome, tragic Arthur Lee, Love summed up the late sixties, somehow embodying the promise of that decade (the success of the civil rights movement, the stirring of subcultures, the politicisation of youth and the explosion of pop culture and music-as-art) and the flipside - the fin-de-siecle nightmare (LA gothic - Altamont, 'nam, the demise of the Kennedys, acid burnout, excess and disillusionment).




Forever Changes feels like an open-roofed drive along the wide promenades of Los Angeles, with its haciendas, its carparks, its canyons, its diners, chain stores and gas stations, its festering underbelly, its grotesque wealth, its oppressive open space, its lost souls and its casualties. The city of the Mamas and the Papas on the one hand and Charles Manson on the other.

On this album it's a city recalled by the melancholy flamenco trumpet solo of Alone Again Or, the deceptively upbeat opening track; the menacing conscript's lament A House is Not a Motel; the psychedelic psychobabble of The Red Telephone and the shimmering existentialism of You Set the Scene. And through it all, the young Arthur Lee, at the height of his beauty and power, singing:

This is the time and life that I am living
And I'll face each day with a smile
For the time that I've been given's such a little while

And the things that I must do consist of more than style

This is the only thing that I am sure of
And that's all that lives is gonna die
And there'll always be some people here to wonder why
And for every happy hello, there will be good-bye
There'll be time for you to put yourself on

Everything I've seen needs rearranging
And for anyone who thinks it's strange
Then you should be the first to want to make this change
And for everyone who thinks that life is just a game
Do you like the part you're playing


The story of Love is only more poignant 40 years later, because we all know how the dream ended.



PS: Forget The Doors. They weren't in the race.
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I have to admit I'm a late convert to this band. I have been so close to picking up one of their two albums in record stores, but put them down again because of their 70's prog looking cover art and highly dubious name.

Cease to Begin


After being drenched in their ridiculously radio friendly pop one too many times, I had to get an album and see if they're stayers or merely the sweet soundbites on so many car adverts* and film trailers.

Like their Sub Pop stablemates The Shins, their sound is straight-faced, shimmering, fearless falsetto Carl Wilson vocals - vulnerable, sweet, right-on-the-note; jangly guitars, layers of keyboard and lush production and just a blue hint of that ubiquitous alt-country sound. There's even a genuine southern twang to Ben Bridwell's vocals and the timeless Springsteenesque lyric about a screendoor slamming in Window Blues. Needless to say, I can't help myself. It's the sort of stuff that fills my eyes with tears.

No One's Gonna Love You is, musically and lyrically, so arrestingly sentimental that you feel it must be taking the piss at first. But Bridwell plays it so straight that you allow him to melt your frosty, cynical heart just a little and start imagining it soundtracking a particularly momentous occasion in your life - the likes of which don't often occur in this worker bee's life, so it just gets played on the Mac while you type out a review.

My favourite track is Ode to LRC. It's the first song of theirs that really made me take notice. There's something so summery and nostalgic about it you remember you're human. I know, I know, they do commercials. I'm still trying to get my head around that... but they've supported the utterly brilliant Iron and Wine. They can't be all bad. And musically they get to you (and probably make you buy stuff) in a way that other horrendous bunch of soul-less car advert types with an equally dire name (the New Radicals) could never hope to. That is enough for me.

Southern men


They may not have the social conscience of their musical forebears (Neil Young, David Crosby and friends), but they've got the sensibilities of everyone who ever got a shiver hearing the strains of slide guitars sounding from a cabin up in the canyon where these sounds were first pioneered.

*Horror of horrors, they have pawned their stuff to flog SUVs of all things - but it's like love, you've got to know that your beloved has committed a crime before you fall. After that it's way too late... you love 'em anyway.
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Songs to play at my funeral #1

June 27th 2008 07:10
Slip Sliding Away...

'Music to play at my funeral' has always been a lively topic of conversation among my friends, and it seems to have been done a fair bit (to death, if you will) in the media lately. Ultimately, I suppose, who the fuck cares what gets played? You're no longer around to enjoy it. It might as well be something faintly ridiculous or a bit edgy. I used to say it would be something like 'Me I Disconnect From You' by Gary Numan, or 'Fade to Grey' by Visage.

I mean, we all get a bit sick of the emotionally manipulative stuff that gets played at a lot of funerals - you know, designed to wring every last tear out of you when you're either 1) wrung dry with the genuine exhaustion of grief or 2) on the periphery and embarrassed by your limited acquaintance with the deceased - in which case a bit of emotional lubricant (in the form of 'The Way We Were' by Barbara Streisand or something) can be useful in helping you squeeze out a tear and feel like less of a fraud... well, less of an intruder, anyway.

In death, the mass populace are as predictable as they were in life, which accounts for the life-endingly dull list of 'most popular' funeral songs, which are almost as bleak as the 'most popular' wedding songs (which usually include nauseating doses of Bryan Adams or Mariah Carey). I don't like to judge the final selections of the departed, but let's just see a selection of some of the worst (and, discouragingly, most popular):

My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion
Hero - Mariah Carey (weddings, funerals, you can't escape her)
The Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler
Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt (enough to raise the dead in indignation)
Angels - Robbie Williams (this one falls into the tear-wringing category - it's not a bad song, but it's an all-purpose, calculating, commercial weepy)

But I suppose that, while your own funeral is distinctly hard to care about, short of hoping it's a long way away, it's important for the loved ones you'll hopefully have acquired and might want to soothe. It becomes a pretty important tribute and you want it to say something about your life. A friend told me a darkly humorous story about a funeral where the schlep who put the Simply Red CD in the player (that was the first obvious mistake, but again, who am I to judge) cued up 'Money's too tight to mention' instead of 'Holding back the years'. This prompted outrage and tears from the deceased's family of entirely the wrong sort... which makes it all the more funny. Funerals are pretty surreal at the best of times, which is probably why there's so much fun poked at them in popular culture (Death at a Funeral etc.). You've gotta laugh... and all that.

Anyway, the purpose of this post is to tell you that, these days, there is a song I would like played at my funeral that isn't jokey or ridiculous or 'edgy'. It's lovely and human and sad and I can imagine it will actually achieve its primary objective of making the liggers (who don't know me but will inevitably rock up to my funeral out of curiosity) cry (and you can't say fairer than that of a funeral song):

Slip Sliding Away by Paul Simon.

It's the perfect choice, and I wonder why we don't hear more of its funereal application. More about it in my next post - along with my other funeral songs.


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Film: Joy Division (2007) (LINK)

May 24th 2008 07:12
Foreword: 2007 was the year of films about Joy Division, or, more specifically, Ian Curtis. And so, to use his own words, the Atrocity Exhibition continues. Perhaps this review would not be as caustic had I not been suffering from a bit of Joy Division retrospective fatigue following the admittedly excellent film based on Deborah Curtis’s depressing book*, but I can only call it as I see it. So here goes:

Okay all you simpering 2008-minted Joy Division fans – let’s have it out here. New Order was a far superior and more influential band than Joy Division ever were, but many of you will never be exposed to that brilliance except through films about their former incarnation. And that is a damn shame.

It is an unedifying experience indeed to watch this great band, billed as the ‘surviving members of Joy Division’, telling Ian’s sad tale for the 100th time in 20 years. And why? Because, unlike their friend and his beautiful corpse, they have lived to be scraggy old dads. Therefore, goes the rock myth, their story – 20 million sales, ten studio albums and an entire generation notwithstanding – does not have the cachet of the dead rock star. It is a story that, like the rock macabre of Altamont, Brian Jones and Sid Vicious before it, and GG Allin after, is more emo than rock, and needs to be laid to rest.

Ian Curtis


It is nothing short of painful to watch Hooky call upon every last reserve of (not substantial) acting talent to tell us he wished he’d seen Ian’s body – at the time (aged 22) he reckons he’d rather have been at the pub. It is cringeworthy to see the aimiable Stephen Morris, a mere bairn at the time of Ian’s death, who has lived his entire adult life as a member of New Order, recall something that happened so long ago it is barely part of his life story any more. Even Barny, clearly Ian’s closest friend in the band, strains from the repetition of his obvious regret over the loss of a friend. It’s exploitative. What’s more, it’s an insult to everything this band has since achieved, that they are still being wheeled out to give their account of their part in the cult of Ian Curtis and his death.

My cynicism might stem from being an observer, and devout fan, of both bands over the years. It’s painful to watch music phenomena dismantled, reconstructed and commodified over the years, until all that’s left is the T-shirt and the bargain bin Best Of collection. New Order has thus far survived this fate, but not so the band of their lost colleague. This film claims to be part of the solution to that process – indeed, there is a strong critique of the tendency of the music industry to eat its own – but it is in fact part of the problem. This is not to say it wasn’t a fascinating insight into the band and the era (for those who haven’t heard the story told a thousand different times before – the car trip where Ian first has a seizure, the morbid fascination with dead rock stars, the affair with Annik Honore etc.). It’s just that I, personally, did not need the legend of the person dissected, at the expense of the music itself.

As one of the films more pretentious commentators rightly puts it at the end of the film – ‘Unknown Pleasures and Closer were the works – everything else is merchandising’. He’s got it in one about this film.

*Re this book, I have many thoughts to share about it, for those that are interested.
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If you really love music, you listen to it as you might watch a film - you sit down and absorb it. Or you jump around the room to it. You let it flood you for that moment - at least, that's what I have always done if the music is worth listening to. There's certainly no "multi-tasking" allowed when you sit down to watch a film, so why is it that the scourge of our age - marketers - are trying to identify what it is we like to do when we listen to music? The short answer is they want to package the music we listen to into neat little genres which have nothing to do with influences and styles, and everything to do with the consumer's needs - preferably allowing them to listen to music 'products' while they're consuming other items.

A recent survey in the UK, commissioned as part of a "re-branding" of classical music for the younger generation, found that various age groups liked, amongst other activities, to drive, to wind-down after work and to do the housework to classical music. Each question had an activity linked to it - after all, who just listens anymore? You've got to be caught up in a frenzy of other activity which the music helps you achieve... at least, that's how this clumsily designed and patronising market-research would have it. But it's not just classical music being flogged as activity music. If it can't be packaged neatly into a 'lifestyle category', it can't be sold


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As David Bowie once said...

May 21st 2008 06:15
Welcome to Rock n Flicks! Here's a (by no means exhaustive) list of the things you can expect to find now that I'm at the helm:

Gig reviews


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Diminutive Liam Finn, with his engaging, affable manner, fisherman’s beard and leprechaun-like appearance, is well suited to the low stage and informality of the Northcote Social Club on a Thursday night. There are lots of shout-outs to the audience, and good-natured banter and horsing about with fellow rock progeny Eliza Jane “EJ” Barnes.

Musically though, it’s straight down to business. Finn is a maestro who manages to be every member of the band rolled into one dynamic if slightly crazed operator, peering intensely over that beard and darting about to twiddle knobs and dodge the obstacle course of wires and microphones around him. And there is something endearing about those pristine white ‘dad’ trainers tapping furiously on the effects peddles


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Billy Bragg plays Melbourne

May 15th 2008 02:13
The last time Billy Bragg played Melbourne he brought a full band which included legendary Small Faces keyboardist Ian McLagan. Many of his best-known anthems had been completely rearranged, for better or worse, and set to rockabilly and calypso rhythms. Billy even danced.

This time it was, as the title of his 1987 collection puts it, back to basics – nothing but the man, his electric guitar and a familiar vulpine reflection cast by the single spotlight on the far stage wall. A return to vintage Bragg – and the man needs no adornment


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The Drones at the Corner Hotel

May 15th 2008 00:01
The Drones – the group dubbed ‘Australia’s most important band’ – took to the stage at the Corner on Saturday night to a capacity crowd, in one of their final performances before they head to the States to showcase their considerable talents. Velvet Underground-esque support act Snowman set the agenda with a set of haunting, richly layered noise using sax, violin, wide-eyed chanting and at times almost operatic vocals to build a wall of defiant, experimental sound.

The Drones peddle a brand of simple, yet sophisticated dark rock, pioneered by the likes of The Birthday Party and The Dirty Three and energetic front man Gareth Liddiard channels the ghosts of every disgruntled, black-clad loner who ever sat down with his guitar and a chewed pencil


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The Legend of Toto

May 14th 2008 23:57
With their swag of classics like Hold the Line, Rosanna and the ubiquitous Africa, Toto have become synonymous with slick, well-produced pop rock from a time when image and visual trickery was less important than how you sounded on FM radio.

As they approach their 30th anniversary tour, the band join the ranks of a select few – the Stones and U2 spring to mind – who have been together and touring for all that time


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