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With no glitter upon my face or hair, I felt somewhat underdressed for seeing Patrick Wolf. Never have I been to a gig where the crowd has been so female-dominated: this wouldn?t bother me if it wasn?t for the fact that most of them were clearly in the sub-18 bracket, so I was feeling decidedly old. The support-act Micachu and The Shapes didn?t help matters: the threesome looked like they had only just reached puberty. In fact, I remarked to my friend that the singer looked like a 15 year-old Bob Dylan: at which point my friend told me that the singer was a she. I spent the next half hour debating this, whilst listening to some pretty bizarre noise rock, which consisted of a battered acoustic guitar with a piece of string for a strap, percussion comprising paint pots, wine bottles and lots (LOTS) of cowbells, some bass-heavy synths and an overdriven electric guitar. Every song seemed to have its own nuance which kept the set interesting, but Mica?s flat, expressionless voice did mar things somewhat. Hey Dylan was never a tip-top singer, but you could never call his vocals dull: learn a lesson Mica!
And then came the main man himself. Initially sporting a wide-shouldered black cloak, this was quickly shed to reveal Wolf dressed up as some kind of human porcupine. He even shed his hair: a ponytail which had on first glance appeared o be quite real was torn off and thrown into the crowd, taken by a guy who seemed a little too grateful.
As he pomped his way through the opening four songs (which included Tristan and three new songs) I found myself thinking of Wolf as the new Adam Ant. But of course, he can?t be pigeonholed nearly so easily. The mid-set wisely lowered the tempo (just as well as I?d been pushed back about six rows by overexcited teenagers) whilst turning up the intensity. Of the numerous new songs put out on trial, Blackdown was the most impressive: an emotional piano ballad which transformed halfway through into a rousing instrumental stomp.
The latter end of the set threw in some old faves: Accident & Emergency was stopped halfway through so that the song could be made ?more CBGBs?: out went the drum machines and synths, and in came the electric guitars. It worked much better than you might imagine, however staged it may have been. The main set closed with another newbie and forthcoming single Hard Times: with an almost Iron Maiden-like gallop, it?s possibly the ballsiest-sounding thing Wolf has come up with yet, and another feather to his cap (or whatever else he wants to add to his hair).
The inevitable encore ensued and, after a lengthy costume change, Wolf returned as what could only be described as a metrosexual vulture. Another new song (aptly entitled Vulture) followed, before the night was finished on a crowd-assisted Bloodbeat. It had been a pretty dazzling performance which, along the way, had also incorporated a lectern and a goat skull mask. One of my friends was less enamoured by the performance, feeling that it had catered too much to the teen-boppers in front of him. It was true enough that Wolf had been more showy than when I had seen him two years ago, even by his highly eccentric standards, and perhaps one or two of the new songs (Battle being the main culprit) were a little heavy on fist-pumping and a little low on substance. Nonetheless, much of the new material had impressed, and to use an old footballing cliché, you can only play what?s in front of you. There?s little denying that with his neo-classical electro-pop in combination with his sheer stage presence, Patrick Wolf is in a field of one.
Posted by Jason at 19:55:00. Last updated 15 March 2009 20:14:05.
Friday night saw Churchill College, Cambridge invite back one of its more famous graduates in Geoff Travis, founder of the still-going-strong Rough Trade record label. An amiable and approachable fellow, Travis needed little encouragement to divulge over a riveting hour in what made him set up the label and shops in the first place, the fine balance between staying afloat without selling out, and the importance of always looking forward, never back.
Having freshly graduated from Churchill, Travis went into teaching, a career he became quickly disillusioned with. One day he made a "roll of the dice" decision whilst he was waiting for the bus: if it didn't arrive on time, he would fly out to Canada to try and track down an old flame. Sure enough, next day he was on the other side of the Atlantic, and over his travels across North America he collected a pile of hard-to-find records. This, along with the records his brother had brought back to the UK from his overseas travels, meant that when Travis returned to London around the break of punk, he was in the right place at the right time and with the right resources to set up a record shop. The rest, as they say, is history.
Travis went on to speak about the importance of which artists he brought onto Rough Trade. "Trophy" artists - those with big hits in the past but had become bereft of creativity- were and remain a no-no. Only artists that Travis and his business partner Jeanette Lee believe have their best days ahead of them get a consideration. Travis stated that nostalgia is generally a bad thing: bands which reform to sell-out gigs are often a shadow of their former selves (he cited a Velvet Underground performance as an example) and ultimately take attention and ticket sales away from up and coming talent.
Even the most sincere independent record label has to have a degree of commercial sensibility, in order to survive and Rough Trade is no exception: let's face it, they've had their ups and downs over the years with losing and subsequently regaining their independent status. Travis recalled how he quickly lost the Go-Betweens from the label when he told them, in the nicest terms possible, that whilst he liked their forthcoming single at the time, he didn't see it being a hit. But he believes that writing hits should be an organic process: the best and most sellable form of art should not be that which you make purely with commercial success in mind, but that which you like so much you find it very hard to part with. He also vented his frustrations over Radio 1, and its failure to serve the nation with the likes of Arcade Fire, Sufjan Stevens and British Sea Power, artists that he quite rightly sees as having serious hit potential.
With regards to the influence of the internet and the days of digital downloading and P2P, Travis feels that ultimately the artist should be allowed to profit from their own work. But far from an industry-killing beast, he said that the internet can only be a good thing for music, giving fresh acts the kind of exposure they would surely have never received a decade ago, even if it now means that labels such as Rough Trade have to be that much quicker off the mark in signing them.
Looking at the Rough Trade roster now, which includes the aforementioned Arcade Fire, BSP and Sufjan Stevens, as well as the Strokes, the Fiery Furnaces, Belle & Sebastian and many more, its pleasing to see an old school independent label still packing a commercial and creative clout, and having seen that Travis has lost none of his vision or his ideals, it provides some hope that the music industry isn't as ailing as it makes itself out to be.
Posted by Jason at 14:16:00. Last updated 7 February 2009 14:22:07.
Okay, so here are my first trio of recommendations for 2009:
Something Old: Minutemen ? Double Nickels On The Dime
This section of my recommendations seems to have become synonymous with albums stuffed to the seams with songs (see previous entries Alien Lanes and Pink Flag), but this 1984 milestone from the San Pedro, CA punksters eclipses them all. Wanting to answer the magnum opus of SST labelmates Hüsker Du?s Zen Arcade, the Minutemen crammed DNOTD with an incredible 43 songs so that it spanned 70+ minutes. There?s a remarkable array of styles, including the boom-chicka-boom of Corona (later used on some TV show called Jackass), strange, Pop Group-style tribal noise (You Need The Glory), leanings towards their jazzier tendencies (Don?t Look Now), surf-rock (Political Song For Michael Jackson For Sing), even intricate acoustic pickings (Cohesion). Despite the economical nature of their succinct songs, the trio were all accomplished musicians, not least the late singer/guitarist D Boon, a true guitar hero with the ability to switch between abrasive Gang Of Four-style clang to inventive speed-of-sound solos at the drop of a hat.
If you like this, try: Gang Of Four ? Entertainment (1977), Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik (1991)
Something New: Animal Collective ? Merriweather Post Pavilion
Is there anything left to say about this album that hasn?t already been said? Amidst delirious levels of hype and acclaim, Animal Collective have delivered an astounding album which culminates the best bits of their entire career: the shimmery, ethereal feeling of first album Spirit They?re Gone Spirit, They?re Vanished combined with the energy of recent releases, all dressed up in lavish electronics, extraordinary levels of bass and layers of sound effects which ooze detail. What makes it feel like the work of humans rather than machines is the enthusiastic vocal interplay between Panda Bear and Avey Tare, coupled with their best and warmest lyrics to date. Along the way, they re-invent glam rock, minus the guitars (Summertime Clothes), rave music (Brother Sport), and much more besides. For sure it?s their most accessible and cohesive album thus far, but to call it their ?pop? album does an enormous injustice to the levels of creativity, and AC?s typical neglect for conventional songwriting. Merriweather Post Pavilion sets a ludicrously high benchmark for the rest of the class of ?09 to follow and with the decade drawing to a close, this is right up there with the best the last 10 years have had to offer.
If you like this, try: Panda Bear ? Person Pitch (2007), The Ruby Suns ? Sea Lion (2008)
Something To Look Forward To: Beirut ? March Of The Zapotec/Holland
February sees Beirut ? aka 22-year old Zach Condon ? release a duo of EPs. The first, March Of The Zapotec, sees Zach move his cultural leanpost from East Europe to Mexico, as he recruits a 19-strong funereal marching band to capture the sounds of Mexican small-town folklore. On the second offering, Holland, Zach resumes his old guise Realpeople, which he used before Beirut for his bedroom projects. Holland promises to eschew the world-music aesthetics of his other work in favour of synth-pop reminiscent of his heroes The Magnetic Fields before they got too concept-heavy with their albums: Zach claims that when he runs into writers block under the Beirut moniker, this is his default setting. Both should add to what is becoming an astonishingly prolific and diverse body of work for one so young.
If you like his earlier work, try: A Hawk And A Hacksaw: The Way The Wind Blows (2006), The Magnetic Fields ? Get Lost (1995)
Posted by Jason at 01:35:00. Last updated 25 January 2009 01:54:15.
