I’m a heavy rocker, me, right?
Starting with classic Zep, Purple, & Lizzy; defining myself by UFO, Judas Priest, AC/DC & Motorhead LPs in the 70s; surviving the 80s thanks to Van Halen, The Cult, Faith No More & Guns’n’Roses; reviving in the 90s with Thunder, Gun, Live, Pearl Jam & Soundgarden; and indulging myself with all of the above and more in the internet-fuelled new millennium.
Tennent’s Super and Jack Daniels; denim & leather; festival bottle battles; fast cars and loud guitars; Breaking The Law & Running With The Devil. That’s yer DsD profile, yeah?
Well I’m fifty on Sunday, and you know what has absolutely knocked me for six this week? A vid featuring a colliery brass band, a walk on the moors, pints of orange juice and cola, and a crooning couple of middle-aged singers yearning for a cuddle. If you haven’t seen it over on The Graun, get a load of this song, newly available this week on the expanded rerelease of the What Have We Become album. I figure it’s just too late to force its way into my Festive Spill considerations for this year, but Lawdy I can’t stop playing it right now!
The East Neuk of Fife, down the coast from where I live, is a funny old place. Everything is tiny and the rappers are eggs or potatoes if you squint; living in a dolls’ house means less time spent cleaning. The name slaters for woodlice travelled to Australia too. Put another twig on the fire, the nights are fair drawing in.
POST-GIG EDIT – Before I went out this evening, I wrote: “Can’t remember the last time I was this excited about a gig.”
… and …
“I’m particularly looking forward to this song”:
Drones, drums created by planets smashing together, noises that were futuristic fifty years ago, vagueness, heaviosity. These are all things I look for in a potential mate. We’re living in post-Impala times now. Wand are very hard to google and if you look in the dictionary under Noise-Throb, they’re there, looking back at you.
I can’t for the life of me embed the Wand player, but if you click here, it’ll open in a new window.
Also, a nice young man named Galkin wrote in and asked us to listen to his psych/slacker-rock EP. Of course I always listen to anything described as “psych/slack” and quite frankly it fits the description perfectly. It makes me want to lay on the edge of the submerged quarry and watch the last rays of summer fade over the horizon. Galkin played all of the instruments on the tracks, and you could compare it to Unknown Mortal Orchestra perhaps.
Someone has been feeding Trwbador after midnight, and then getting them wet (okay, not so difficult for a band based in the depths of West Wales). The landscape of their forthcoming second album (out on 11th August) is familiar enough, with Angharad van Rijswijk’s delicate vocals, Owain Gwilym’s guitar patterns, subtle electronic beats and random tinkly noises all present and correct. This time, however, the landscape is dominated not by gentle, shy creatures with big soulful eyes but by giant avant-pop monsters in eye-catching plumage, cavorting exuberantly. Continue reading
See? I can’t even embed this properly! Curse you, BBC, for building me up, then bringing me down. :mad:
There are three sets from this year’s Glastonbury festival that I can’t stop watching. Elbow’s mellow sundown set on Friday was just ace. BUTBUTBUT ….