Poncy Poncerings of a Woebegone Wandering Squire
Joe Aybak goes round in circles...
Wanna hear bout the latest releases?
Each number is cutely titled like American Teen Flicks:
Tight-sounding mid-tempo pop-songs with a cute-quality withering away into expressionless tunes with nothing in particular of any stand-out quality .
Maybe the high-waisted trousers
Detachments- Circles/ H.A.L
Detachments are the Doc Martin-to the face of those frail squires that
pounce around making electronic samba bollocks
As good as both Circles and Heard A Lie are, theres no denying that the Topshop management teams around the UK will paw their grubby mitts all over it (playing it on the shop-floors): so that your relation to this band will be identifying (quite strikingly original music) with middle-of-the-road fashion.
Plucking the truffles out the fungi and nabbing the knives off young
teens, Detachments are however fucking excellent, and make sure you
fucking listen to them.
Eliza Doolittle- Self-Titled E.P
These last couple o years have certainly been the years of female-dominated pop, in all its colourful forms, Human-League-synth-twiddling, electro-folk, twee indie, microcosm-drumsample-built-pop and it goes on
Eliza Doolittle has that Advert-friendly cuteness; that walks on by with Enid Blyton radiance and a mini-French swagger as sexual as popcorn. It all however becomes just a wee bit dull.
As the bob-along friendly plonkety plonk to dear Elizas handbag
tunes are but a hungry termite in peach juice, sloppy and porous, but
nevertheless do provide some catchy hooks- a fishing rod for cheery
The Plasticinses- Barcelona
Iggy-Pop preferences aside, one struggles to see how this is in anyway
different to Girls Aloud. (not that Girls Aloud are bad, love those
It's slightly sexist in the patronising way that this band are branded around as their niche being that fact they're an all-girl rock group; as if that girl rock groups are only capable of making a sort of candy-rock, the genre brushed aside for skimpy-dressed girls to sweep up with childish loveliness (therefore needing the term all-girl group to be an oh so significant factor, leave all the butch atmospheric music with balls to the LADS!) And as if an all-girl rock group is oh so original, (probably due to the lack of mainstream successes) so therefore NEEDS to be mentioned so we can be straight about the group's identity . its a wee bit infuriating.
Ahoy Rodger, got any meaningful music?
May ave gone a wee bit overboard with the sarcasm there.
Outdated is a bad word.
But when the loveable honeys that swam with the grunge-scene in the
era I didnt live in (Im a cheeky fuck) re-brand a badly
packaged song-of-old with some modern-day tweaking but the same chord-progressions
and a solo which is TOO much like every other one used in their heyday,
the yawns start to form a sort of choir. Maybe others will not latch
on to the SIMILARITY as easily, as I used to listen to Alice In
Chains an unhealthy amount- but the song remains the same.Dullness
aside, Alice In Chains certainly havent become embarrassing- Your
Decision is still a humble pie with a hook thats warm and
sing-along, not too stadium-rock but delay-pedals a plenty, still however-
a re-release of creativity
. but for now lets down-play the hype.
Cymbals Eat Guitars- Why There Are Mountains
Whether the name is a glorious representative prance of the mundane surreal obscurities that their music is drenched in, or an expressive howl of creative freedom to puzzle the average-joe or create pre-conceived ideas about the music, or just well shit. Who knows?
But Why There Are Mountains boasts psychedelic fun and sunshine-drenched tunes like a ramshackle of Clor, Passion Pit and Flaming Lips in a sizzling soap pot.
Each song is wild and unstructured with moderate-insanity in the flavoursome hooks of freak-folk (the sorta music thats making its way to the mainstream .kinda). Its hard to put a finger on what they do, but it is however an entrancing listen that signifies a return to more underground bands doing interesting things.
Light Of Words- Those Left Behind
Those Left Behind leaves the first-impressions from skeletal-dark artwork by the pavement like road kill, as the moody soul and exotic acoustic-grooves are so delicious that its surprising that Light Of Words havent made my ear-drums turn to caramel. Fuck Editors, Light Of Words are as warm and luscious as the ports in Hull. Like a luke-warm funked up Mumford And Sons emulating a husky-whisper like the XX, but reverberating like echoes in a farm shed built on the moon. This is yet more lethargic music with the same euphoric British seaside manner as some of the best most depressing English bands.
Light Of Words are the hairy foetus of an epic mountain bear waiting to claw and rip the lunar breeze of dull-midtone-folk sweeping its way into the mainstream.
Yall wanna single- say fuck that
We Fell To Earth
Elliot Minor - Solaris