Monday, 5 December 2011

O.o

O o. Gonna Set the cat among the pigeons:

Best Albums of 2011:

1. Girls - Father, Son, Holy Ghost
2. Bon Iver - Bon Iver
3. Atlas Sound - Parallax
4. James Blake - James Blake
5. P J Harvery - Let England Shake
6. The Beach Boys - The Smile Sessions
7. Washed Out - Within Without
8. Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues
9. The Antlers - Burst Apart
10.The Weeknd - House of Balloons

Best Songs of 2011:

1. St. Vincent - Surgeon
2. James Blake - The Wilhelm Scream
3. Radiohead - Bloom
4. Girls - Vomit
5. Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues

Best Video

1. Radiohead - Bloom

Best Live Act

1. St. Vincent

Most Underated Album

1. Radiohead - The King of Limbs

Most Over-Rated Album

1. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - Belong

Most Annoying Hit Single

Pitbull - Give Me Everything

http://readerspoll.pitchfork.com/

Friday, 19 August 2011

The Weeknd

New Weeknd mixtape??? And one more to come later this year???

We are indeed blessed.

The Weeknd

Monday, 15 August 2011

I used to hate on Pitchfork

I used to hate on Pitchfork.

It's true. In my younger and more vulnerable years I hated Pitchfork.

I hated the ostentatious prose, harsh review scores, and the hipster badge that was attached to being a Pitchfork reader. I hated the fact that a significant amount of the music I was into when I was younger received hilariously brutal reviews and scores from Pitchfork writers.

I guess a significant part of it was jealousy; my friends were all into fresh indie that was readily approved by Pitchfork (or at least decent major label stuff, Radiohead et al), while my head was stuck in the Rock orientated past. To put it bluntly, Pitchfork represented cool, new (often American) contemporary indie, where as my taste leaned far more towards uncool (often British) major label dinosaurs.

Fast forward several years, and Pitchfork is a webzine I read, pretty much every day without fail. Its reviews, featured articles, and lists are an essential pleasure - for the writing itself just as much as the music that the writing recommends.

Why the turnaround? I suppose it reflects more of a change in me than in the Pitchfork writing. In fact, my later affection for Pitchfork doesn't really indicate a adjustment in my perception of the webzine; because many of the criticisms I have suggested above are still valid. Pitchfork is still indie-centric, overly harsh, theatrical and almost entirely focused on American music. The sad fact of the matter is that all of those things damage Pitchfork's central premise - to bring new music to people looking for it.

But as an institution, Pitchfork has earnt my respect and my readership because it has succeeded - wildly - in spite of these flaws.

Fleet Foxes, Deerhunter, Interpol, Cut Copy, Arcade Fire, St. Vincent, Passion Pit, Grizzly Bear, The XX, Hot Chip, Animal Collective, Santigold, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The New Pornographers. These are just a few of the new bands that the website has introduced me to. It's no exaggeration to say that when you listen several hours of pop music a day - like I do - genuinely insightful writing can seriously enrich the way you think about music new and old.

So as soon I started taking music, and particularly the idea of new music seriously, then Pitchfork very quickly became essential. Soon after that it wasn't long before I wanted to write my own blog.

Pitchfork quite literally blew my mind, opened me up to new music, new ideas about music, and new ways of writing about music.

In fact, the sad truth of the matter is that this blog has often failed to do much more than regurgitate things Pitchfork has already said. But then, it wouldn't be untrue to say that a great deal of the music journalism in circulation today often has to fall in line behind Pitchfork, it's just fucking light years ahead, plain and simple.

Pitchfork is 15, which is a lifetime in internet years. Veteran writers from the site have come together to write a little retrospective feature. Each writer has one song from one year to discuss; the intimacy is startling, and the writing is, as always, remarkable.

Saturday, 16 July 2011

NEW TURNTABLE (not pink)

Because I have a job now and what-not, I decided it was high time for me to upgrade my naff old broken plastic turntable with something a bit proper.

My view is that, with turntables (and to a large extent with hi-fi in general), if you invest in the best entry-level thing you can, then without spending thousands of pounds you'll struggle to best the sound quality.

So, after a bit of market research I decided that the Project Debut was the turntable for me - I spent 120 pounds on a great looking second hand model and a solid pre-amp.

Sound is amazing. Although it has definitely highlighted the desperate need to clean and restore all of my records. In fact, now that I've actually got a decent turntable, I can't actually play a lot of my stuff, because some of it is so scratched/dirty I fear I might damage the stylus.

50 quid on a half-decent record cleaning machine anyone?...


Sunday, 29 May 2011

Review: Please Please Me

One, two, three, four!

And that's it, they're here. The most beloved pop-group the world has ever known; four men whose legacy, 40 years on, is still as rich as it is suffocating.

And what do they sound like, these gods of pop-culture? Like a rock and roll beat-group actually.

The remarkable thing about Please Please Me is how complete it sounds. Quite simply, this is the debut record of a fully formed rock and roll band from 1963, and that's it. The energy is raw and immediate ("Twist and Shout", "I Saw Her Standing There"), the harmonies glisten like syrup ("Ask Me Why"), the arrangements are minimal and production flourishes are few and far between (listen for the piano drooled onto "Misery"). As a result these songs, more than any other selection from the Beatle's catalogue, sizzle and crack with energy. Phrases like "Audio Vérité" spring to mind. Take the rendition of "Twist and Shout", it's unique because Lennon's session exhausted vocals are captured perfectly on tape and not dicked around with (which is partly why I find this so offensive).

Please Please Me is an ecstatic moment captured in time; the minimalist production, the no flourishes 24 hour recording and the shitty two track mix are positive factors rather than inhibitive ones. The album, like many from this catalogue, is a historical document as well as a great record in its own right. It's fascinating as well as melodically pleasing to listen to Please Please Me because it often genders the response: "wait… you mean this is how we used to record and listen to music?" The liner notes; the squeaky clean guitar; the harmonies; the hard stereo mix; the covers – I could go on. This album is right at the beginning of a revolution that changed pop-music into the medium we know it as today. Remember, we are talking about a time before we expected our musicians to write and perform their own music, a time before the album was established as a viable artistic or even financial music format. What we understand now as "pop-music" was closer to that thing people used to call "Show-Biz"; musicians had a two or three year shelf-life, and their records were treated as expensive novelties. The value of the LP existed not in music or art, but in commerciality; albums were useful advertisements for live performances, movies, and variety shows

Which is why Please Please Me is a remarkable statement of purpose; it hints at the changes to come as well as summarizing the post-war cultural and pop landscape which The Beatles emerged from.

This is a lightning-in-a-bottle kind of album, informative, beautiful and ragged. Uncork it, but don't be surprised when it bounces around your room.

(Check out the Pitchfork review if you need further convincing why Please Please Me is so great)

Saturday, 30 April 2011

Reviews…

So, I bought myself The Beatles stereo box for my birthday last year, and as I'm getting back into writing again I figured I might try and give my take on their reissued catalogue.

What I thought was, If I'm gonna take writing more seriously again, my writing style needs refining; my stuff is often long, overblown and dull. So I figured, what better way to refine it than by writing about the only band people (including me) can't seem to talk about without drooling superlatives all over the floor?

I'm a Beatles-holic, so it'll be an opportunity for a purge. Or at least an opportunity to stop myself going on about them to my girlfriend.

The challenge is: one album, an hour and a half, two hundred words. I post whatever I come up with on the blog. Results incoming.