You can’t have Easter without a bunny, and you can’t have earworms without music, so thank you very much for your contributions. Another eggclectic mix to get you hopping around; don’t be chicken! Please keep sending your worms to email@example.com.
Reverend Gary Davis – I am the Light of This World – Steenbeck: I can’t stop listening to this. I love everything about it, particularly the lines, “I’ve got fiery fingers, I’ve got fiery hands, and when I get to heaven I’m gonna be in that fiery band.”
BINTA – One Mistake Too Many – debbym : Our neighbour’s daughter, a couple of years older than TheBoyWonder, involved in a local hip-hop project. I prefer it when she sings gospel, but I thought, why not give the kids an international audience when you can?!
The Tempos – See You In September – daddypig: The American Graffiti soundtrack album has been a family car journey favourite for a few years now. This harmonious ode to teenage uncertainty seems to have a vacancy for a “cha-cha-cha” at the end, that we feel compelled to fill.
Tshala Muana – Tshikunda – Zaire – goneforeign: After some early success in the 70′s Tshala moved to Paris where she championed the Mutuashi rhythms and Tshiluba language which limited her popularity at home where the rumba and Lingala ruled. But her choice mattered little to International audiences, unschooled in Congo’s ethnic politics they embraced her music and sustained her popularity.
Sidi Bou Said – Twilight Eyes – beltway: A lovely track from a vastly underrated, very literate 90′s all girl indie pop trio Sidi Bou Said, ace pop, needs to be better known!
Dream Bitches – Maniacal Mechanic – Shoegazer: From the funky females of post-punk series.
That’s Ulysses S. Grant’s portrait on a $50 bill.
Many of my favourite films of recent years have been classified as documentaries (The Fog Of War, Cave Of Forgotten Dreams, Inside Job, Beware Of Mr Baker, Nostalgia for the Light, Stories We Tell….) but the one that won the Bafta in that category last year takes the genre into brave, new territory.
In The Act Of Killing, filmmaker Joshua Oppenheimer puts in front of the camera a handful of the gangster* paramilitaries who helped the Indonesian army torture and kill around a million ‘communists’ in 1965/66. He then encourages them to create fictionalised versions of their acts. Being still highly-regarded by the current regime, they are keen to do so and, being fans of Hollywood films, they use the language of the Western, film noir, the musical and the gangster film.
The result is a devastating, upsetting, mesmeric, often surreal, portrait of corrupted humans who are celebrated and still valued by a corrupt government. It is now available on DVD/Blu-ray and I urge you to see it.
*The label ‘gangster’ is worn as a badge of honour, as it is understood to mean ‘free man’. Hence the use of Born Free in the film.
Noise ridden wall of sound pop melodies fuzzy skygaze shoegaze hazy days; the Coves record has gone on my shelf next to JAMC, Raveonettes, Mazzy Star and all the rest. There’s a lot more to it than first meets the ear, needs uninterrupted listens in full, and has myriad sparkling & eclectic pop delights. One more after the jump;
Why oh why is it Y?
Well, I’m away for a couple of days and really don’t need to come back to a full inbox of astronomical levels – so we get a tough one… and a little earlier in the week.
It’ll be easier next time – I promise.
The game to illustrate either:
How wildly eclectic your taste is… or,
How perfectly streamlined it is.
Seventeen seconds A measure of life