Mercury nominations 2011

My word, is it that time of year again already? Today the nominations for the Mercury Music Prize album shortlist have been announced (live on facebook! how refreshingly ‘now’!).  I’m writing this first paragraph in advance of the actual nominations themselves, partly to save time, but also to see if I can guess in advance which bands will be picked.  So, my predictions are that amongst the nominees there will be at least one of each of the following categories:

A Token ‘Jazzy’ Act: The Mercury’s sense of righteous self-esteem rests on the fact that the nominations are a critics’ choice, rather than an outright popularity contest like so many other prizes tend to be at the moment: “get a million of your fans to register their emails on our ad-funded website and we’ll give you a meaningless title and an afternoon in a recording studio (but of course you’ll have to pay for mixing and mastering yourself)”.  As a result the nominations usually try far too hard to seem ‘diverse’ and ‘open’; with all genres making an appearance.  Inevitably this manifests in the shortlist with the inclusion of an ‘innovative’ jazz band, often announcing their traditional jazz credibility by including ‘trio’ or ‘quartet’ in their name, but at the same time being different enough from real jazz to be ‘cool’: 2010 – Kit Downes Trio, 2009 – Led Bib, 2008 – Portico Quartet, 2007 – Basquiat Strings, 2006 – Zoe Rahman, 2005 – Polar Bear, 2004 – does Robert Wyatt count? I’m not sure. (I have also heard people describe ’04 nominee Jos Stone as ‘Jazzy’, but only by people with no ears…), 2003 – Soweto Kinch, 2002 – Guy Barker and Joanna MacGregor… and so on and so forth. (I’ll stop there because there wasn’t really a jazzy one in 2001, and being the sprightly youngster that I am, I was never really aware of the Mercurys in the nineties.)

A Token ‘Folky’ Act: I have a friend who runs a folk night in London who was recently ‘fraped’ by a mischievous soul who simply wrote ‘Mumford and Sons’ as his status.  Needless to say, the folkie was apoplectic with rage and genre-based fury.  So to say that the Mumfords were last year’s token ‘folk’ act is perhaps slightly controversial, but then such is the nature of the Mercury’s taste for what many call ‘folk’.  Myself, I like the Mumfords, but if they have anything to do with a folk tradition it’s one rooted firmly on the other side of the Atlantic.  The 2010 nominees had this pseudo-folk in spades, with Laura Marling and Villagers appearing alongside the aforementioned Mumfords, but most past shortlists have had a singer-songwriter/acoustic-style act of one degree or another: 2009 – Sweet Billy Pilgrim and Lisa Hannigan, 2008 – Rachel Unthank and the Winterset (now know as The Unthanks) and Laura Marling, 2007 – Fionn Regan, 2006 – Isobel Cambell and Mark Lanegan, 2005 – Antony and the Johnsons and Seth Lakeman and KT Tunstal, 2004 -  again, does Robert Wyatt count? 2003 – Eliza Carthy, 2002 – Gemma Hayes, and so on and so forth.  Of these, only Lakeman, Unthank and Carthy could really be called ‘proper folk’.

Will either of these categories make an appearance this year? You betcha! The shortlist has now been announced and is as follows:

Adele – 21

Anna Calvi - Anna Calvi

Elbow – Build A Rocket Boys!

Everything Everything – Man Alive

Ghostpoet – Peanut Butter Blues and Melancholy Jam

Gwilym Simcock – Good Days At Schloss Elmau

James Blake – James Blake

Katy B – On A Mission

King Creosote & Jon Hopkins – Diamond Mine

Metronomy – The English Riviera

PJ Harvey – Let England Shake

Tinie Tempah – Disc-Overy

And what of our predicted categories? Quelle surprise, Gwilym Simcock is a rather normal jazz pianist, but wait! What’s this!? He’s using extended techniques being all ‘experimental’.  And for the folky slot? King Creosote sits almost exactly between the faux-folk of Lisa Hannigan et al and real-folk of Carthy and Lakeman.

The tone of this post could be taken as being a little mocking, perhaps, but it is particularly interesting to see how ‘jazz’ as a genre is given far more attention than its popularity would warrant (although with the resurgence in popularity of both faux and real folk over the past decade means that they’re pretty much assured a representative in any list of this kind that aspires to be a least a little bit relevant).  All in all, however, I’m a big fan of the Mercurys, precisely because (as I mentioned above) its shortlist is selected by a panel of critics rather than a simple popularity contest, and also for the fact that it puts albums front and centre, where they belong.

The big question now is who do I think will be the overall winner? I’d absolutely love to see King Creosote come through, JP Harvey probably ‘deserves’ to win it, Everything Everything ‘ought’ to win it, but Tinie Tempah probably will win it.  Check back on the 6th of September to see just how wrong I was, and keep your eyes peeled for reviews of all these albums on these pages in the coming weeks.

Everything Everything – Photoshop Handsome


King Creosote & Jon Hopkins – John Taylor’s Month Away


Festival Fever? I’m sick of it

It’s all over, you say? Finally I can rejoin the world again. By this, of course, what I really mean is that it’s once more safe to read a magazine, safe to venture onto Twitter and Facebook (in fact, the internet as a whole, really), and finally safe to turn the radio and television back on. Why this unilateral disengagement with all forms of broadcast media, I hear you inquire? Well you clearly went to Glastonbury festival this year, because anyone who didn’t simply wouldn’t have to ask.

Every year it’s the same; for Glastonbury weekend we’re inundated – nay, bombarded – with festival features and special reports and ‘front line’ coverage, the sum total of which can be summed up as “Look at me! I’m having such a good time! And I’m with all these famous people!”. But this kind of behaviour is limited to pundits and ‘personalities’ no more: the advancing blitzkrieg of social media means that the “see how much fun I’m having” impulse is virtually inescapable. Even a few short years ago it wasn’t too hard to ignore: all you had to do was steer clear of Radio One and turn off the telly, but now, thanks to the ubiquity of smartphones and mobile apps, we can all get a running minute-by-minute commentary of the ‘exciting events’ as they unfold. I’m sure a good many of my friends can’t have actually seen any of the acts last weekend for staring at their tiny screens, such was the frequency of their posting.

And I’m not being this grouchy and cantankerous purely out of jealousy. Aside from the irritation of being constantly reminded that I’m ‘missing out’, I’m not actually missing out at all. Festivals are, in a word, rubbish, but sadly my opinion is not shared by everybody. Most people, my limited anecdotal evidence suggests, absolutely love festivals, and it appears that the festival circuit is one of the few areas of the music industry that’s still in rude health. There’s hundreds of the darned things, covering every genre imaginable, and they’re springing up all over the place – I’d be very surprised if there hasn’t been one this summer within a few miles of where you live. And yet for all the fuss, all the hype, all the enthusiasm, who are we really kidding? Music festivals have as much to do with music as McDonald’s does to food. Don’t get me wrong, live music is great, but in a field? Through a completely inadequate PA? With ridiculously overpriced food and drink? In the rain? Considerably less great, I’m sure you’ll agree.

Of course, these are things you already know. Every man jack of you could tell me that festivals are all about ‘the experience’, and there’s the rub; it’s not an experience I have any interest in. I’m not a complete misanthrope – I can boogie on down with the best of them at a proper gig – but my capacity for hanging around in big crowds listening to tinny, indistinct dance music died with my teens. And there’s something about festivals that completely fails to bring out the best in bands, too. The restrictions on the band’s set list being the main culprit for sub-par performances: it’s got to be short (usually 15-20 minutes), so there’s no time to warm up or find a groove. And of course it has to be appropriate to the atmosphere. More so than in any other situation, a band’s set has to fit the mood of the whole event, which invariably means that the songs have to be the ‘up beat’ ones; this is no time for subtle introspection. And naturally you’ve got to play the hits; the eclecticism of festival line-ups means that only a small proportion of the audience are there to see a specific band, so winning over new fans is the prime priority for any performer, alongside appeasing the indifferent. I hear Mumford & Sons gallantly slotted a few new numbers into their Friday night appearance on the Other stage; they probably had trouble hearing themselves over the cries of “play Little Lion Man again!”

So is there any good news on the horizon? Every year there are more and more reports of festivals having to cancel due to “funding gaps” but alas there are, at least for now, the exception that proves the rule. With the public’s seemingly vast current appetite for festivals, and with everyone cashing in left right and centre there’s bound to be a few that miss the mark. But from tiny acorns mighty oaks do grow, so I’ll keep praying for the end of festival fever, but for now complete disengagement is the only sane option, at least until winter. If anything can be relied upon to put a stop to outdoor revelry it’s the British weather.

Mumford & Sons – Below My Feet (live at Glastonbury ’11)


Mumford & Sons – Hopeless Wanderer (live at Glastonbury ’11)


You can buy the Mumford’s first album here.

Lick My Love Pump

When in the company rock musicians it is often hard to avoid thinking of Rob Reiner’s fantastic mockumentary, or ‘Rockumentary’, This is Spinal Tap.  The film so accurately parodied the attitude of all those who think they’re rock stars that even now, 26 years later, it’s next to impossible to find a band who haven’t been guilty of at least a few Tapisms.  What I should have realised, of course, is that the satire and parody of Spinal Tap is equally applicable to all walks of musical life.

While listening to an interview with William Bennett I was struck by the similarity to the scene in Tap where the lead guitarist Nigel Tufnel, played exquisitely by Christopher Guest, is being interviewed while playing a piano piece he had written.  The interviewer, played by Reiner himself in the guise of director Marty DiBergi, compliments Tufnel on the beauty of the piece, and the guitarist then extols on how it was written as part of a trilogy of works far loftier in scope and ambition than Tap’s usual fare, and says how he sees himself compositionally as sitting between Bach and Mozart.  ”What do you call this piece?” asks DiBergi, and without missing a beat, and perfectly deadpan, Tufnel replies, “This piece is called Lick My Love Pump.”

William Bennett is about as far from the image of Nigel Tufnel as it’s possible to get.  His band, for those of you unfamiliar with his work, is called Whitehouse (I’ll provide a link to his label, Susan Lawley, but be warned; their website doesn’t go in for anything so vulgar as ‘design’) and he pedals what can be best described as, for want of a better word, Noise Music.  I’m using the word Noise here in the way The Wire¹ and Paul Hegarty would use it: as an academic concept worthy of scholarly study and much beard scratching.  The interview in question was one he did about five years ago with Edinburgh’s student radio station Fresh Air (promoting his album of the time, Asceticists) and in it he talks as great length and with great alacrity about the music he makes.  He is clearly an intelligent man, and he makes short work of a poor, under-prepared student interviewer; it seems every question she asks misses the point of his work entirely (in his view), and he calmly and politely corrects her with great aplomb.

The part that had me doubled over with laughter (not something you want to be doing too often when your walls are as thin as mine) was about five-and-a-half minutes in, when after a lengthy explanation of his artistic method and expectations from listeners, he calmly, and without any apparent sense of mockery, introduces one of his tracks as, and I quote, Dumping the Fucking Rubbish.

I’ve included the interview below (with the tracks removed, sadly), so I recommend that you listen to it, and absorb Bennett’s calm, rational, charismatic discourse on his art, then listen to the track in question (also included below).  Bennett is, to all outside observers, totally serious, yet I can’t help but wonder if this softly-spoken man has to fight the urge to burst into howls of laughter every time someone else takes it seriously…

Whitehouse – Fresh Air interview 


Whitehouse – Dumping the Fucking Rubbish 


¹ The magazine, not the TV show.

How can you assess an album (and why should you bother)? [Part II]

In part one of this post, I outlined the beginnings of a formalist method for assessing the value of a record. By examining the form of a piece of music music, so my argument went, it is possible to divine an aesthetic judgement of the work. And provided you could strip away all extraneous factors that might otherwise bias your judgement (personal biography, class origins, previous listening experience, the variables of conditions of reception, and so on and so forth) you could perfectly expect this judgement to be both aesthetic and universal. That post ended with the admission that this approach only takes us part of the way on our quest to judge a record, and the reason for this shortcoming is that our newfound aesthetic judgement can only tell us about the quality of the work rather than it’s value as a whole. That is to say, it can only tell us whether or not the piece in question is well crafted, or, alternatively, well formed.

It’s easy to see how this gets us into trouble: Candle in the Wind, Jesus Christ Superstar, the latest James Blunt album, and the collected works of The Dave Matthews Band could all be said to be ‘well formed’ when in fact they are, as I’m sure you’ll agree, (and here I employ some specialist academic language) ‘bloody awful’. By the same token the voice of Bob Dylan, the ‘lo-fi’, the ‘art brut’, and the entire punk catalogue would be dismissed by a strict formalist as nothing more that amateur tomfoolery, and I’m equally sure we can all agree that they are (to again resort to technical terminology) ‘awesome’. The real question here is one of ‘value’. It’s all well and good assessing whether something is ‘well crafted’ or if it displays ‘technical finesse’, but when we say that we actually like something there’s a whole different process going on; we’re not making an aesthetic judgement, we’re making a value judgement.

Now at this point it seems we’re returning to the ‘personal’ factors I tried so hard to dismiss in the first post, as the assigning of value to a work of music is often cited as the result of individual personal taste. Aesthetic theorist Carl Dahlhaus dismisses this idea of individual taste as “not at all individual but rather a reflex of group norms” and insists that instead of rationality appearing as a secondary factor in a judgement it ought to be the foundation of it. Whilst being keen not to cause offence or seem elitist, he turns to the old topic of ‘listener education’ that I’m sure has hounded any music fan trying to win an argument in a pub:

The factual judgements underlying the “group norms” are not equally founded.  A listener capable of doing justice to a Beethoven symphony is generally equipped to cope with the musical issues of a pop tune, but the reverse is not true. Arrogance of the initiated must not be defended, but that nobody has the right to blame musical illiterates for being illiterate does not change the fact that illiteracy provides a weak foundation for aesthetic judgements.

For me personally, this has a ring of truth to it, but the bigger picture is considerably more nuanced. The kind of informed judgement Dahlhaus is championing above is part of but one of the several different approaches to ‘value’: those that can be identified as ‘Functional’, ‘Aesthetic’ and ‘Historical’.

Of these three, Functional Value is perhaps the easiest to comprehend. Prior to the latter half of the eighteenth century and the advent of the concert hall, music had various distinct functions in addition to the common one of providing objects for aesthetic contemplation. For this ‘functional music’, the aim was to be the exemplar of a type; “an exemplar which reaches perfection when it projects the marks of the type clearly and purely” (to quote philosophical musicologist Peter Kivy). If one sees a piece of music as functional, then it is a relatively easy step to place a value on that music according to how well it fulfils its function. Take, for instance, the example of dance music: it can be enjoyed and appreciated not merely in terms of its formal properties but also for how well adapted it is for the dances it is meant to accompany. And this is not a concept that died out in the eighteenth century – some could say it is alive and well today. While I meant for the example of dance music given above to be in reference only to the dances of the eighteenth century, the statement could well be applied to the dance music found in clubs today. In fact, I’d argue that such music can only be judged in functional terms, as in my eyes it holds no aesthetic value whatsoever. In real terms, however, I would say that objective functional value has been relegated to the domain of music for films and advertisements, which really are the last bastions of purely functional music in the modern age.

So what, then, of Aesthetic Value? The nineteenth century was the “epoch of aesthetics,” where the factors that rendered music ‘art’ were exactly the opposite of those concerning functional music; individuality and originality. Dahlhaus tells us that aesthetic judgement is “a pronouncement about the participation or non-participation of a musical work in the idea of the beautiful,” but yet again, however, the situation is confused. In this case there are two conflicting approaches to judging the aesthetics – that is to say, the ‘beauty’ – of a piece of music. On one hand we have the conservative Schenker and his search for an Ursatz, and on the other we have the composer Schumann and the ‘dilettante’ school of musical reviewers.

Schenker, who I mentioned briefly in part one, saw himself as the guardian against the disintegrating tendencies of the twentieth century and his approach was to interlace formalist theory and analysis with aesthetic judgements, much as our initial formalist approach taught us. In his eyes, works admired as ‘masterworks’ must contain an Ursatz, (a kind of musical ‘through-line’) and his application of this theory was sweeping and unilateral; if, as in works by Reger and Stravinsky, no Ursatz was to be found then he was quick to issue an aesthetic verdict. The other approach was one that looked contemptuously on ideas of form and technique – the “mechanics of music” as Schumann called them – and felt they should not be displayed but rather concealed.Writers of the time strived to maintain the appearance of ‘dilettantism’; even composers such as Berlioz, Schumann and Hugo Wolf hid their knowledge of music when writing reviews, as if speaking of one’s métier were tactless.

We’ve already seen the flaws with Schenker’s approach when it’s applied to modern pop music, so what then can we take from the dilettantes? Sadly, very little; divorced from any technical or formalist analyses and rational judgement as they are, we find ourselves returning full-circle to the very ideas of ‘personal taste’ that we were railing against not five paragraphs previously.

But there is yet one more facet of value that we have yet to look at; Historical Value. Prevalent in the musical criticism of the twentieth century, historical judgement sees a composition as a document of a stage in the development of compositional methods and musical thought and in contrast to the dilettantes of the previous epoch, aesthetic judgement changed into a technological one. If formal value can be said to be found in the concept of the ‘appropriate’, and aesthetic value in the ‘beautiful’, then historical value is determined by the concept of the ‘attuned’ or the ‘authentic’. A judgement by historical criteria would be a judgement on how fully a particular work is an expression of “what the hour calls for historically and philosophically,” but to apply these sorts of judgements to modern albums sounds very much like relying on that most amorphous and elusive of concepts in popular music discourse: ‘cool’ (if, admittedly, couched in somewhat more grandiose language).

So here, at the last, we find ourselves ultimately – and, alas, perhaps inevitably – railing vainly into the gulf that separates the worlds of ‘classical’ and ‘pop’ music. In a sphere where the currents of fashion and ‘historical appropriateness’ run so shallow and fast, how can one justifiably stand still and judge a piece of pop music? If this is the kind of value judgement we are reduced to – defined by social factors far more than by formal ones – then we hardly needed to have bothered with any analysis in the first place. All we seem to have shown is that these social judgements have a rational foundation – or, at the very least least, a manifestation – in the formal characteristics of musical works. It can, I’m sure, be useful to attempt to apply some sort of formalist analysis of modern albums, but only as a single facet in an approach that includes, and indeed is ultimately reliant on, personal biases and (partly-)irrational opinions. In short, when I review albums in the future you can almost certainly expect to hear the same baseless judgements as I’ve always relied on, but we can rest easy in the knowledge that that is all anyone can hope to offer.

If only all music criticism could be like this:

They Might be Giants – Critic Intro 


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How can you assess an album (and why should you bother)? [Part I]

In the liner notes for the first release of Pet Sounds on CD in 1990, Brian Wilson is quoted as saying that “you design the experience to be a record rather than just a song; it’s the record people listen to.” This statement is guaranteed to hit home with anyone who, like myself, views the album as the ultimate artifact of modern popular music. When Wilson uses the word ‘record’, we music-aficionados (or ‘geeks’, if our friends and family are to be believed) instinctively know what he means: we’re not talking here about any mere document or recording or archive; a ‘record’ in musical spheres is a word and a world unto its own.

On these pages I often attempt to pass judgement on records, and find myself again and again resorting to vague, and above all personal reactions to the music. I imagine that many of you will see no problem with this approach, but to me it always feels like cheating. Cheating the process of analysing the work thoroughly, but also cheating you, the reader, out of an assessment of any value. If all my opinions are based on extraneous factors (such as personal biography, class origins, previous listening experience, the variables of conditions of reception, and so on and so forth) then how can my opinion be of use to anybody but myself? It’s a pressing concern for someone who foists their opinions on others, I’m sure you’ll agree, so now it seems the time has come for me to nail my colours to the mast and explain what it is that I look for in an album (when, of course, I can muster the energy to assess an album properly).

The form of an album

When I describe one record as a masterwork and another as a failure I am basing these judgements on something resembling a formalist reading of the works. The success of an album in social fields – either critical or commercial – should really be of no concern; what the argument ought to hinge on is a ‘pure’ judgement of taste. This kind of judgement – one free from personal preconceptions and biases – is not the antithesis of an aesthetic judgement, but rather an aesthetic judgement freed of all the vagaries and uncertainty surrounding the issue of personal taste. Accepting that different individuals can interpret a record in different ways while at the same time accepting that the record itself imposes definite limits on their room to manoeuvre is a useful way of avoiding the two extremes of, on the one hand, an infinite pluralism which allows for as many possible readings as there are readers, each equally legitimate, and on the other, an essentialism which asserts a single ‘true’ meaning. To find the common ground between these two options one must strip away everything but the form of the work, and in doing so one can then make a judgement both aesthetic and, nevertheless, universal.

The main obstacle for this approach is that no-one is quite sure what should actually be examined. When musicologists talk of a work’s form, the general consensus is that all ‘traditional’ musical features – rhythm, harmony, meter, melody – are fair game for inspection. However, finding a Schenkerian ‘Ursatz‘, for example, (a popular technique designed to discover the ‘deeper structure’ of long-form motivic works) is patently ridiculous within the modern popular arena; the melodic and harmonic forms of pop songs are almost by definition far too simplistic to allow for an analysis of any depth, and more importantly, to only look at the ‘notes’ of a work is to miss the point of a modern album entirely. In a classical-romantic work, almost all the events of note can be divined from the score alone. Certainly one’s perception of a piece would be altered if one were to see it performed live, or even to hear it on record, but in essence – provided you have a sound musical knowledge and a familiarity with the repertoire – it is perfectly possible to pass judgement on the technical finesse and craftsmanship of a composition without ever having heard it played. The same can not be said, however, of ‘pop’ music. For starters, one would struggle to find a complete score for any pop record. You might be able to find a ‘lead sheet’ notating some degree of formal design (words, melody, chord changes, etc.) but that wouldn’t provide anything approaching the full picture. Historically, due to the limitations of diastematic notation, performances could never be recorded accurately enough to preserve the idiolect of a particular performer or the exact sonic qualities of an acoustic space, but with the wonders of modern recording such preservation is now an essential part of music consumption, and any aspirant analyst of a pop or rock album needs to pay just as much attention to the (seemingly) extra-musical features as to the notes themselves.

The ‘track’

A useful approach here is to make the distinction between the ‘song’, the ‘arrangement’, and the ‘track’; with the song being that which can be contained in a lead sheet, the arrangement being a particular musical setting of the song, and with the track being the recording itself.  The song and the arrangement may well retain an ontological independence through lead sheets, scores, and performances, but it is the track that is the ultimate artifact – and ultimate instance – of a pop song. The key to seeing a modern album as a genuine artistic instance lies in the distinction between what the American philosopher Nelson Goodman called the autographic and the allographic. Autographic refers to works such as paintings, where the work is unique and genuine, whereas allographic refers to works such as books and musical scores, where “all accurate copies are equally genuine instances of the work”, and it is but a small step to extend the concept of the allographic to the musical record as well. An album’s identity lies in its actual sound, and while that may change somewhat from one reproduction system to another – like a painting hung in different kinds of light or space – it is essentially a fixed set of relationships.

In these kinds of discussions it’s hard not to mention Walter Benjamin, who’s 1936 essay The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction kick-started the debate over the impact of technology on the essence of art forms. He insisted that mechanical reproductions were not genuine works of art in their own right; claiming that the authenticity of an artwork relies on its “presence in time and space, its unique existence at the place where it happens to be.” He categorised this unique presence as the work’s aura, and argued that it was only the original work itself that could claim to have one. So to take his point and argue that, owing to the work’s allographical qualities, every reproduction of a popular song is a genuine work with its own ‘aura’ sounds somewhat counterintuitive, but if one accepts that the sounds emanating from a loudspeaker constitute the work’s ‘presence in time and space’ and create an “authentic musical moment”, then the notions of presence, aura, and authenticity must be transferred to the record itself. It is not the presence of a ‘unique instance’ that provides an album’s authenticity, but rather its unique arrangement of elements; “All instances of the work are equally original as far as the audience – from the amateur to the connoisseur – is concerned.”

Trouble?

This approach leaves a would-be analyst (or ‘reviewer’, if you prefer) with a fairly comprehensive method for judging whether an album is any good or not. However, it’s not that easy; the thing to bear in mind is that this judgement is only relevant to a very specific definition of ‘good’. What a formal analysis provides is a judgement on the craft and technique on display in the record; it would view the albums of Jeffrey Lewis or the Clash as being considerably worse than the schmaltz of Andrew Lloyd Webber or Elton John. A lot of music fans would say that’s a fair reading, to be sure, but even a cursory look through my past reviews will show that I clearly think differently. It’s clear there’s something missing from this approach; namely the adoption of ‘historiographic’ considerations in our judgements, as well as a proper assessment of what we mean when we talk about a work’s ‘value’, and rest assured I will attempt to unravel these problems is Part II of this post next week [which can be found here].

Broken Records – A Good Reason (demo)


Everything Everything – Final Form


[NB: being as this is merely an idle post on a blog, I've tried not to be too academic in style. I've assimilated the thinking of fair few writers and musicologists in this piece, albeit in my own words wherever possible, and a select bibliography will be attached to the final post in this series.]

The future…

You may well have noticed that things have been a little stop-start at casa-EbM, and the reasons for this are twofold.  Firstly, writing posts of any value is a time consuming occupation and I’m a busy man (“Fie!” I hear you cry, and maybe with good reason…).  The main reason, however, is more of a semantic one.  I’m only just beginning to emerge from a fug of indecision and uncertainty that has shrouded these pages of late.  This fug was brought on in part by the DMCA trouble I got caught up in following some careless mp3 action on my Mumford & Sons and Big Pink posts, causing me to reassess my mp3 posting policy.  I will now be complying a little more strictly with a few basic rules about posting, but that wasn’t the sole reason for my uncertainty.

The big question I was faced with was how best to balance the reviews and the more “editorial” content.  The reviews I post provide the meat-n-veg of this blog, and give it a purpose and a mission, and by-and-large I try to steer clear of the more “bloggy” aspects of blogging;  nobody wants to read my diary, surely?  On the flip side, when I read other blogs and magazines I do enjoy reading proper articles about the more general aspects of the music world, and therefore imagine that a few of you would enjoy seeing that style of content on these pages too.  Thus I do occasionally indulge myself with rambling not-quite-review posts from time to time.  When I started this enterprise a more than a year ago I did a regular “top five” list feature, but that was a little too disciplined for me to keep it up for long, and now I stick to the occasional “article” whenever the mood takes me.  Anyway, rambling aside, I think this site could do with a little more article-style content and I shall endeavor to provide some.

As a case in point, last week’s Remix post – the first non-review post in quite a while – has produced one of the best comment threads that this site has ever seen.  After an initial deluge of criticism (some rational and articulate, some not so much…) something resembling a reasoned debate emerged, with people coming from all angles to have their say.  In fact, such was the detail and strength of opinion expressed in some of the responses we’re considering devoting the next Bearfaced Podcast to the topic.

So what does 2010 have to offer here at EbM? Expect plenty more reviews, as per usual, but there’ll also be a little bit more in the way of editorial content; so stand by to correct me, agree with me, or just put in your two-pence in the comments section.  It’d be nice to build something of a “community” here – when the posts inspire comments it makes the experience all the richer for everyone involved, and it does me good to have my opinions challenged and debated.  That said, I can’t imagine this post inspiring too much debate; I promise to keep meta-blog posts to a minimum from now on.  Although if there’s anything you’d like to see less or more of on these pages then write a comment and I’ll see what I can do…

Remixes = eurgh!

I may be in danger of alienating some readers here, but I really don’t see the appeal of remixes.  I know a decent proportion of you will have been directed here from The Hype Machine - where remixes seem to be quite popular – so I guess a fair few of you are remix-connoisseurs, but I just don’t understand it myself.  Now don’t get me wrong, a good remix can be an enjoyable listening experience, but stumbling upon the mythic beast that is a “good remix” is a very uncommon occurrence.  It seems to me that 99% of them are just plain rubbish.  Of course, the joy of being a music blog is that I can bombard you with examples of both good and bad remixes, and I certianly intend to do just that…

The Good Remix

In my eyes a good remix builds on the foundation of a good track and creates a complimentary companion to the original.  Most of the good remixes I’m aware of can stand alone as musical works in their own right, but even with the really good ones you’re only getting half the picture.  To make a remix is to make a work that is inextricably tied to another piece of work; a musical Castor and Pollux.  A good remix from a bad song can be interesting as an academic speculation, but is ultimately as redundant an exercise as a bad remix from a good song (and this is where remixes differ from cover versions; a good cover version from a bad song can be a wondrous achievement).

There are many exponents of the “good remix”; artists from Four Tet to The Postal Service have delivered sterling work in this field, most notably with Kings of Convenience and Feist respectively, but for now I will focus on the Miyauchi Yuri remix of Jeremy Warmsley‘s track If He Breaks Your Heart (full info here).  This remix does butcher the harmonic content of the song by flattening it beyond belief, but even that is a defensible artistic choice.  The sparse, angular substance of J-Wo’s original acoustic version is morphed into a lush soundscape by the remixer, but crucially the body of the song remains intact – it’s a song with a definite arc and a “message”*, and both are sill in evidence in the remix.  You can listen to the remix and still glean the essence of the original whilst at the same time enjoying a wholly new musical experience.

Jeremy Warmsley - If He Breaks Your Heart (acoustic)


Miyauchi Yuri - If He Breaks Your Heat (remix)


The Bad Remix

As I’ve already established, these appear to be much thicker on the ground than good remixes, and the choices for a salient example are legion.  Excellently named BbopNRokstedy[sic**] have the unlucky distinction of being the most recent act to drop a remix in my inbox.  This one is a remix of Phoenix‘s excellent track 1901, from their 2009 album Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix.  I’m a bit of a latecomer to the Phoenix party (I finally got around to listening to W.A.P. after their inclusion in The Hype Machine’s 2009 Zeitgeist earlier this month) so you won’t find a full review here at EbM, but suffice it to say the record’s a triumph.Alas the same cannot be said for the remix…

Here the relationship between original and remix is very slender indeed; it appears that BbopNRokstedy, in their infinite wisdom, have simply cut a couple of brief snippets from the vocal of 1901 and then sampled them repeatedly over a godawful dance track.  Any trace of the original’s structure or arc has been thoroughly removed, and that this outfit have the gall to call this abomination a “remix” beggars belief.  Now I realize I’m beginning to sound somewhat vitriolic at this point, but then that’s the very reason I’m writing this post.  This kind of behaviour really annoys me***; I really enjoy listening to a good remix, but there’s no way of telling if a remix is going to be any good or not other than by actually listening to the thing.

But of course there is, really.  There’s at least a 99% chance that a remix is going to unlistenably terrible, and with those odds it’s far better to simply steer clear of of them altogether…

Phoenix - 1901


BbopNRokstedy - 1901 (remix)


*I know, I know; I’ll let you make your own minds up on that front…

**Well, the thought behind the name is excellent, even if the execution is appalling.

***almost as much as an American spell checker that seems to have forgotten the point of “…our” – color, flavor, and behavior are not words!

Little Boots: 6 Music’s “Sound of 2009″

little-bootsOnce more unto the breach, my friends: I’ve finally emerged from the ravages of the Christmas holiday (relatively unscathed, you’ll be pleased to hear) and I’m back at the blog.  Hurrah! 2009 should, if all goes to plan, be a really busy year for all things Eaten by Monsters related.  The band’s EP should be finished by next month (we’re mixing at the moment) and there should be load of gigs on the horizon too.  I’ll try to get back into the habit of updating the EbM Journal, too; so pop over there for up-to-the-minute band news.  Blog-wise, things should start hotting up soon as well.   There’ll be a few more Bearfaced Podcast Sessions, and I’m gonna try harder to get interviews etc to post here.  Exclusive content here we come!

But to the matter in hand: BBC 6 Music have finally, after an awful lot of fuss and bluster, announced the winner of their prestigious accolade, The Sound of 2009.  It’s Little Boots, who I’ve only come across via Later… but who seems to be causing a bit of a stir, mostly as a result of her nifty little toy the Yamaha Tenori-On.

If I’m honest, I’m not too sure there’s much to here beyond the live gimmicks, as all the recorded stuff I’ve heard seems to be pretty generic and is easily dismissible.  I’d definitely recommend checking out her live stuff.  As a result of winning the Sound of 2009 she did a BBC session at The Hub, but her best work (so far) is to be found on her youtube account, particularly here and here.  The Tenori-On makes for quite a visual show, and the stripped-down versions of her songs are far superior to the band renditions.

I doubt anyone can ever accurately predict the “next big thing”, and just because we’re at the dawning of a fresh new year doesn’t change that.  No matter what emerges, I’m certainly looking forward to it.  2008 was in my opinion one of the best years ever for new music (though this seems to be going against the opinions of almost every other music blog I’ve read lately), and I’m hoping 2009 will be even better.

Little Boots’ Stuck on Repeat is the iTunes single of the week at the moment, so check that out (and beware the sneaky remixes of it that many blogs are passing off as the real thing).  In the meantime, here’s her cover of Hot Chip’s Ready for the Floor, made using nowt but her voice and the snazzy Tenori-On:

Little Boots – Ready for the Floor


Happy new year.

A Music Obsessive’s Guide to Surviving the Recession: a Top Five

piggybankIf you’ve had even a passing interest in current affairs over the last few months you’ll have noticed that the nation’s in the grip of a “recession” (that’s merely official parlance for “two quarters of economic slowdown” and doesn’t mean that the sky is falling in, lest I be guilty of the kind of scaremongering that got us all here in the first place…) and thanks to our oh-so-clever friends across the pond in yankville we’ve all got a little less money to spend.

So what does that mean for us self-styled music obsessives? Those of us who have to buy at least two CDs a week or we’d explode from a lack of new music… Well fear not, for here’s the cavalry with the Top Five Ways to Get a Cheap Music Fix:

1. Don’t panic.  You don’t necessarily have to spend £10 for an album; as long as you keep your mind open and your computer on then you can amass a respectable music library for free.  And what’s more, you won’t have to break the law (well, there’re a few gray areas, but we’ll come to those later…) or resort to the bane of industry-types everywhere: the dreaded torrent!

2. Visit this site (and others like it). Any regular readers of this blog will know I’m fond of ranting about mp3 blogs, and their legitimacy, or lack of, as a route for discovering new music.  The way things stand at the moment, there are plenty of new and independent acts out there who’re desperate for promotion and press.  The current trend is for those acts to “give away” sample mp3s for bloggers to link to.  Meaning, that there’s loads of new music being given away for free: all you have to do is find it.
By far the easiest way to do this is to peruse a “mp3 blog aggregator” (a site that searches a selection of blogs for links ending with .mp3 and offers them up to you via a standard search page) such as Elbows or Hype Machine.
The other way is find a blog you like and then explore that blog’s “blogroll”.  This way you’re using the bloggers own taste to filter your results, meaning that what you find tends to be a bit more “focused”.
It should be mentioned, however, that there are a lot of unscrupulous bloggers out there who post mp3s without any permission at all.  It’s safe to assume that any song from a major label that appears in a blog had been illegally half-inched, so watch your step…

3. Be a fan.  Committed fans have been getting free sh*t from bands since the days of fan-clubs and Xeroxed fanzines…  If you sign up to a band’s mailing list you’ll be inundated with band-spam, but amongst all the “please come to our gigs” emails you’ll often find the odd link to exclusive downloads, fan-only website areas, etc.  If you go one step further and join a band or labels “street team” you’ll get even more stuff – full CDs and T-shirts – in exchange for nothing more arduous than an afternoon of handing out flyers.

4. Review stuff.  I shouldn’t really be telling you this, as it eats into my margins, but bands and labels will always hand out previews of albums in exchange for press.  If you’re a student (and therefore always poor, recession or not), get in touch with your university paper and offer to write stuff for them.  That way you’ll get free CDs and gig tickets in exchange for a (generally quite short) review.

5. Sleep with the band.  Surely the most sure-fire way of getting free stuff, and pretty self-explanatory…


He that hath no beard is less than a man: a Top 5

Goodness, it’s that time of the week again already.  This week’s top five was suggested by Andy (the drummer in my band) on account of the current rodent-like structure that has somehow attached itself to the lower part of my face. So without further ado, I proudly present the Top Five Beards in Indie Rock*.

I’ve been quite strict with my judging, so in the interests of parity, here’s the criteria I was assessing:

First and foremost: THICKNESS.  Any scrappy, bum-fluff attempts at facial furniture (Brandon Flowers, Chris Martin, et al) need not apply…

Next on the list was COVERAGE.  Obviously ‘staches and goatees were instantly eliminated (maybe there’ll be a Top 5 ‘Staches in the coming weeks…), but to make the final five I was looking for a full, even cover of most of the lower face.  This sadly knocked Dave Grohl out of the running as, despite his long term love of facial hair, he has far too much cheek on display.

GROOMING was also a crucial factor, and possibly a contentious one at that.  A neat neck-line was a plus, but over-egging the pudding (a la Prince) was a negative.

FAME.  In the event of two beards being of equal might and worthiness, the deciding factor was merely one of in-band rank: front-men out rank bassists, guitarists outrank drummers, etc.

Last but not least, COMMITMENT was arguably the most important of the judging criteria.  Any rockstar can grow a beard for a couple of months or so, but what we were looking for here was a long-term beard strategy; i.e. noone actually knows what their face looks like…

Kenny Anderson5. Kenny Anderson from King Creosote.  Number five of our list of hirsute rock demi-gods is the quiet, unassuming frontman/songwriter from Scotish darlings Kind Creosote, and co-founder of Shcotish uber-indie label Fence Records, Kenny Anderson.  Well trimmed, and possibly patchy on the upper lip, but a marvelous effort nonetheless.

devendrabanhartbeard4. Devendra Banhart.  Straggly and monstrous, and that’s just his music. Devendra, of American-Venezuelan upbringing, is the leading light in the Weird Folk movement, but as far as I’m concerned his most significant achievement to-date was showing the world that (his ex. squeeze) Natalie Portman has a thing for beards…Sam Beam

3. Sam Beam from Iron and Wine. Sometimes unkempt and huge, sometimes neat and trimmed, yet always so, so dense. Beam’s brush is a lesson to us all.Ben Bridwell

2. Ben Bridwell from Band of Horses.  All hail the almighty neck-beard.  Clearly a discerning man of taste and style.

1. E from Eels.  The king of all indie rock beards by some distance, and as far as I can tell it’s the only one on this list to be worn “ironically”.  Bask in the glory of its thickness and coverage.

E

*This is also an mp3less post, owing to my decision to keep this blog 100% legal.