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July 28, 2005

Grime In a Pincer Movement

OK I fully understand that this may be a deeply unpopular opinion, possibly even a purist's one (if defending impurity counts as purism!), but I'm a bit concerned about Grime being "encroached upon" by the twin forces of Grimm and UK Hip Hop.

****OK whoah! Everyone calm down!******

Its probably cos I'm not a fan of either of the two that i find it a problem. It just strikes me that the likes of Sway on the one hand and FWD on the other are sidling into Grime, just as Grime artists seem to be becoming less differantiatable from their colleagues in these adjoining fields. It seems that a load of Grime artists (from Duurty Goodz downwards) are quite comfortable with the contraction.

It seems what is a heart of this to me is an abandonment of the Ardkore "Guttah" element of the music. Both UK Hip Hop and the FWD sound are "classy", "professional" and "polished", and to be frank what I've liked about Grime is its ugliness, noisiness and rankly amateur qualities. Terrible to admit!

Despite a few recent tunes , the Statik LP, the PJam "Compass" EP (didnt know he was behind "Anger Management") and the latest Ruff Sqwad tune (though for a first time i preferred the instrumental on this) which i've liked. I wonder if this is the end of Grime as I knew it?

Also it seems like post-Grime, artists like Sov, are what are being tipped as the way forward? Me, I dunno.

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July 22, 2005

Jeff Wayne's "War of the Worlds"

Get your hankys out BTW

This was playing int the office the other day and it was the first time I'd heard it since it I was nine years old. I've mentioned before how "No Nathanial No" breaks me up something serious, as this was the music i was listening to as I was being sent back to prep school (i was packed off from home at the age of seven). The feelings of emotional devastation, pretty much compounded by the fact that I was also miserable and alienated at home (I know I know its a real blubberer this one) just made the impact of this record overpowering.

Anyway yesterday was the first time i'd heard it since then, and I was struck firstly how bloody good it is. The music, I know its only Jeff Wayne, well its pretty excellent. All that quite controlled bombast, spooky kate-bush-esque martian leitmotifs, clangorous sliding guitars, the bleeps; the whole thing coming across like an anglophile Goblin- thats to say super-slick nasty sleaze rock. Burton (as k-punk I think mentioned somewhere, scarily world-worn)

It dawned on me too that the reason I must have identified it with it was that commonfolk, the victems of the martians, Richard Burton included, are so entiely helpless. They're quite completely at the whim of forces outwith their control. Reduced to the state of orphans, children. There are resonances too between the state of the martian attack and London's predicament at the moment. And again, perhaps more appositely, between the state of Iraq's subject to the invasion of the faceless American war machine.

What added extra depth to my own personal recollection of it was that I was introduced to it, almost forcibly, by my housemaster of the time. A very fucked-up man. Essentially a child-abuser who really relished the powerlessness of children (wont go into it in too much detail, suffice to say that he would, amongst other things, beat me every week for things which I hadnt done, for reasons I never understood) I suppose he was the monster who lurked awaiting my return to school. Ended up commiting an auto-erotic suicide. Vile.

I was so totally knocked out by hearing the record again that I actually had to slip out of the office and hide. It hit me like a juggernaut. Whats the film like incidentally? Anything with Tom Cruise in it is, as a yardstick, utter crap.

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July 19, 2005

Nik Cohn's "Awopbapaloobop Awopbamboom"

Picked this up in the basement of HMV for £1.99. I love it when books are cheaper than magazines. What would a copy of MOJO cost you? Don't fackin' ask me, how would I know?

I'd been meaning to read it for years. Just recently gave up trying to read proper stuff after a year of picking up k-punk reccomendations (just about wore the hell out of me, guffaw! not cut out for the intellectual breadth of badiou and all that ting and ting)

And boy was I glad to find it. Admittedly I just read what must be the weakest chapter on The Beatles (Cohn sounds bored shitless by them) but this might be the music book I feel closer too than any others. This must be because like me (OK just becasue I'm talking about myself doesnt mean I think I'm a hard guy, actually I've been strugging like hell these past two months, struggling to not sink into a swamp of misery.. plenty of work, good prospects and all that shit, just aw fuck it you're not interested...)

Yeah anyway, Cohn is basically a no-nonsense hipster. No-nonsense requires some qualification. I mean, what a fucking effete and absurd passtime, writing about music. Just fucking tell it like it is and get the fuck out of there. And thats how Cohn rattles through it. I swear he must have written this book off the top of his head, dashed it off in about half an hour. He pretty much sees right to the centre of a person or a phenomenon and can wrap it all up with a few chosen words. He talks like most of the real people I've known, real in the sense of people who are actually "doing the shit", you wouldnt be embarassed to see him having a conversation with i dunno, some movie director (like Ridley Scott fr'instance) he wouldnt be all gauche and mistake having an intelligent opinion for talking a load of waffle.

Alot of people, particularly on the net, talk a hell of a lot of crap. Endless spooling shite. Talk is cheap online. Oh sure I'm not slagging off discourse, and I'm not ramraiding large word-counts, its just that concision is in short supply. Theres a lot of quite shrill tub-thumping (and if that sounds like a macho thing to say, well sue me baby)

I really identified with "Awopbapaloobop Awopbamboom", and if I start talking about "cats" and start saying "baby" alot well thats why. Also I've decided I'm going to henceforth call records "tiles", i heard a reggae dj do that on the radio and i thought, hmm, you're a cool cat like me, i'm gonna co-opt that into the new Woebizzle slang. Baby. Innit. (you know, chuck in a few old favourites as well)

And its such a great book. I like the indusrty-insider stuff, all the chat with managers and stuff. I like the general suspicion of the pretentious, yes I really do, which surprised me, gonna have to work that out. Cohn's model of what he calls "Pop" however is much closer to the Nuggetts groups/Punk Hordes/Ardkore Massive, than todays "pop". He basically valorises the brutal and unpretentious, doesnt have much truck with the later Brian Wilson etc. Peppered with daft wiscracks like this:

"Really I bring him in only because I never met anyone who understood pop so well. Who agreed so much with me that is." Its also fantastic in unexpected ways.

• The first "Discotheque" DJ: Johnny Rivers who played Hollywood's "Whiskey A Go Go"

• The first dance where people actually danced ON THEIR OWN (think about it, thats key) Chubby Checker's "Twist"

• On Jimmy Saville. Fascinating. Also (I know this from elsewhere the first man to use twin decks, even built himself a cross-fader, eat your heart out Grandmaster Flash, Jim'll Fixit!)

Drool drool, anyway I love it. Be like me and buy a copy. Baby.

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July 15, 2005

Covers *REALLY* ruined by Adverts

Don't know if you caught this thread on ilm (surely?!?)

http://ilx.wh3rd.net/thread.php?msgid=5942033#unread

i'm bound to say this (supress laughter everyone) but i didnt find it that sidesplittingly amusing

especially as it struck me that truth is nearly always stranger than fiction as these sleeves prove:

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Fred vom Jupiter

If you havent heard the "Verschwende Deine Jugend" Compilation of German New Wave and Punk yet, buy or steal a copy. Its a classic compilation.

My favourite track on it is called "Fred Vom Jupiter" by Andreas Dorau & die MARINAS. My taste in NDW does lean towards the "catchy" (shall we say). Of course, prepare yourself for cultural sterotype, the Germans do austere fabulously, perfectly even, but its when the underground sound becomes poppy that all that austerity gains it's charm. Like Kraftwerk innit. Sublimely catchy but mechanik and precise (dont know if you know the Eddie Izzard sketch about "very precise instruments")

Fred Vom Jupiter has this chugging clanking steam zug propulsiveness. Much like the toy rocket on the sleeve might sound, with just the faintest edge of over-precision. Ally this with the swoony, off-the-mark, plaintive voices of (I learnt, REAL CHILDREN) and the concotion is irrestistible. This might well be the raindrop distilliation of all that was wonderful about Mouse on Mars. It was a big hit this track!

Also got me to thinking what an incredible label ATA TAK was/is:

http://www.atatak.com/assets/s2dmain.html?http://www.atatak.com//e/ehome.html

If you havent got a copy of Pyrolator's "Ausland" or Der Plan's "Geri Reig and the Normalette" get thee hence.

Have a look at the kids on the back sleeve. Aw, dont they look cute!

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July 12, 2005

Delia and Gavin

Went to see these cats, and said a brief hello to them, at the Kosmische 9th Birthday party. V.salubrious affair.

As far as I'm concerned these two are my great "white" hope (no ref to skin pigmentation obviously)

I've uploaded a little movie I shot here (you'll have to tilt your head) which is footage of them playing a version of
their single El Monte. I don't have the single, but from what Sacha told me the live rendition was miles better. Of course I do have the Black Lyotard Front single which is just divine, if you havent heard it yet (well you must be in some bunker in Poland) find a copy immediately, its BY FAR the best Post Punk disco romp, maybe ever!

I've also attached a nice piece by Xavier Chamone which FACT ran, which alludes to the Days of Mars release. On the strength of the gig, this stands every chance of being the best thing DFA has put out. Xavier alludes to Italo Disco, I don't really get this, but disco yes. The most pungent aural similarity I took off the performance was to Terry Riley's oevre, quite specifically to "Persian Surgery Dervishes", in fact I imagine this is how those mantric mini-moog extravanganzas of his actually sounded. ie ROCKING!

Isnt it interesting how with this and the forthcoming Jackson LP (proper insanely-spliced together INAGRM-infused Disco) have really put the Avant-Garde into disco with purpose. (scratches head) There isnt much of a history to this beyond Arthur Russell and the odd one-off record is there. Is there?

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July 06, 2005

Madonna's "Beautiful Stranger"

I know I may appear quite curmudgeonly about Pop, that Pop music thread for instance, amidst the rhetorical panning i was genuinely asking what case could be made for Pop. The truth is 9 times out of 10, okay 99 nine times out of a hundred, it doesn't do it for me. Even when I was kiddywink, ducking off school at the college sanitorium, listening to a constant stream of Radio One in the early eighties, it was Blondie's "Heart of Glass" and Peter Gabriel's "Games Without Frontiers" and The Specials "Ghost Town" that would haunt me with their off-kilter vibrations, emanate internal logics foreign to the school and home, suggest the purple modes of secret societies. You might say those tunes are all Pop, yeah and I say maybe they became Pop but they weren't conceived as Pop and we'd fucking argue all day.

Madonna's "Beautiful Stranger" is, as far as i'm concerned, the absolute best of what Pop has to offer. What an improbable success! Old Madge with her stretchmarks, in (is it?) a movie tie-in. That must put it way down the rank of what qualifies as someone's idea of a perfect pop record. It's not a glistening oiled girl-band with mirco-schaffel track or Ricky Martin. Its some fading star, ok she's amazingly lithe, but we're entering into the appreciation of the older woman with this one. Madonna hadn't done a catchy tune for ages, well at least not one I liked ('Ray of Light' 'Music' all that stuff just makes me flash on aerobics classes)

What makes it the very definition of Pop is how totally it's orphaned from these subterranean rhizomes the connection to which DEFINE the Rockist. She hasn't written the track herself, Madonna buys tunes from songwriters, unlike the things just previous to it she hadn't strapped herself to the underground with people like Mirwais and William Orbit (didn't she try Liam Howlett, Goldie AND The Aphex Twin, all of whom told her to walk). She's just gone 'Dash it all!' I suppose using Mike Myers in the video, was, like using Ali G in 'Music' an anglophile gesture, but its one loaded with irony, cos of course Austin Powers is a send-up.

That the track is inseparable from the video is another reason its a quinessential piece of Pop. Here's a handy rule of thumb: any piece of rock music (in the sense of Rock-ist) which has a video made for it is always a crap piece of music, almost without exception, perhaps 'Windowlicker' but certainly none of the other Aphex Twin tracks. Here's another rule of thumb: if the video is a good as the song whatever the track's background in the murk of cult, it's Pop. Obvious really.

I just adore the tune on this one. Cut off from the body of the rest of Madge's trendy records, as well as isolated from the underground, its also incredibly anachronistic. A pastiche of a kind of Lovin' Spoonful, Mama's and Papa's and The Archies day-glo, flower-sucking, penny-farthing-sporting harmonically over-abundant 3-minute wonder, instead of sounding like a modern version of those sort of tunes it sounds like the sort of track that would emerge form LA's 1980s Psychedelic Pop underground. It sounds like The Bangles or Dream Syndicate or summat. The way its built on, and flows between, what feels like a succession of choruses (ie 100% Sugar, sugar) is excessively dreamy. I've worked the song into a video I've just completed, something Sky have commissioned and everyone in the quite militant office where I've been freelancing is whistling it. It's not catchy, it's not addictive, it's practically the Ebola virus.

And the video. Well it's sidesplitting isn't it? It also has this kind of wonderful gravitas. That grown people like Madonna and Myers can send themselves up, and just about everything about who they are, where they live, what they do, like this, well it isn't just funny it's touchingly heroic. The way Madonna rubs her arse in Myers head, it's just nuts. The way he makes a mobile phone with his hand and mouthes 'call me' as she gyrates, seemingly isolated and ignorant on stage; just perfection. OK I hear you say, here we go, taking Madonna seriously (I should do more of this!) well no actually, this isn't really about Madonna. That's the thrust of my argument, it's not about anyone. It's about meat and hair and teeth. OK something portentous and self-conscious like 'Papa don't Preach' is wide-open to "serious interpretation" but this is just a piece of Pop flotsam. It looks like it was filmed in about half an hour for goodness sakes!

To summarise (!) what allows 'Beautiful Stranger' it to be a perfect Pop record is that it's orphaned. Not only does this allow it to stand on fall on it's own merits (THAT'S the argument for Pop) it also means that any alchemy it accrues it has done so in a purely accidental manner. And if you ask me, answering my own question, that quality of the accidental is the quintessence of why Pop might (even if only occasionally ) be valuable.

Download the video here

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