Blimpy’s Top Ten Indie Totty

Due to my inbox being flooded with requests for this, I feel I must oblige. So, in no particular order, here’s my top ten indie hotties:

Annie Hardy, the one woman potty-mouth shoegazeathon that is Giant Drag.

Obscure indie folkstress Rozi Plain.

Sophie Ellis Bextor was in an indie band before conquering the pop charts. I obviously stopped liking her once she became successful. I put most of her appeal down to the fact that I fancied her mum on Blue Peter when I was about 6.
One half of the Raveonettes; Sharin Foo!

Polly Harvey, of course!

Meg White, primal drummer extraordinaire from The White Stripes

Muse of the Noughties, the exceptionally talented Laura Marling.

Um, Elastica generally speaking…

Debbie Harry from Blondie invented the whole indie chick thing in the first place.

And let us not forget Zia McCabe from the Dandy Warhols!
So, who have I missed?

(And a happy 2010 to all!!)

Let’s talk about cute boys!!

Calling on DebbyM, Treefrogdemon, AliMunday, Carole, Bethnoir, TracyK, Cauliflower, Frogprincess, Mnemonic, and any other female looking in…

* Very very sorry. Didn’t mean to be exclusive, of course fellows may have a say, too. *

Let’s talk about boys that are hot hot hot. No, wait, that look good in cocktail dresses…no no that’s not it. Let’s talk about boys that play guitar well. Yeah, that’s what I mean.

Okay, so he’s not playing a guitar, and I don’t think he’s hot, but I love this video. There is something beautiful going on. Must be the tail…

Half-naked fellows, please!

Head To Head: Chicks Who Shred – ROUND TWO!

VS:

The winner from last round, Marnie Stern, takes on the grunge betty riff-mongers that make up Veruca Salt with their 1995 classic “Seether”. Boy, I was a huge fan back when I was 17, I wonder why…..

Again, Stern shreds from the word go, whereas the Salt save the big solo for a change amongst some monster riffage. Ow!!
Your winner please? And suggestions for who they can face in the next round?

Album of the … what the heck day is it anyway? Doesn’t matter, it’s the blues Jim, but not as we know it.

After 100 years of blues recording, you wouldn’t think there was much new worth doing. I’m a lifelong blues fan, and I’ll defend the art form until my death ….. but its not a genre of innovation or current discourse. By and large there’s not been a pressing need to buy blues records beyond the chestnuts rereleased or recorded after the 60’s and 70’s blues revival.

Except R.L. Burnside, a contemporary of Mississippi John Hurt, Fred McDowell, Skip James and Son House. Like his Mississippi brethren, he was largely unknown until old age. But unlike them, he chose not to live only in the past.

In 1998 he released Come On In, an experimental mix of acoustic blues with electronica production easily filed with the other curious artistic breakthroughs (Buffalo Girls) you never listen to.

But Come On In led to Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down, which got it absofuckinglutely spot on. It’s one of the best blues albums ever and proof that blues need not be relegated to museums and documentaries. The tape loops, scratching and electronic tricks are still there, but the overall balance is more organic.

It’s a bleak album, filled with songs of death and betrayal. Yet it is strangely uplifting, perhaps because it is (or should be) a resurrection. The blues had a baby all right, and this is what it sounds like.

Hopefully someone with better wordishness than me/I will have a go now in the comments. I just think it is one of those rare fully realized artistic visions that any collection is incomplete without. I’ll link to Hard Time Killin’ Floor Blues – an autobiographical take on Skip James’ Killing Floor Blues – Got Messed Up and Miss Maybelle to give you an idea.
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