Laura Marling’s songs have rocketed to the top of my last.fm scrobbler, as I endlessly play her new album “I Speak Because I Can” – she’s just released a video for “Rambling Man” which is about the 7th best song on the record. I feel like I’ve been bangin on about Marling since forever*, so it’s nice to see her get some mainstream recognition – although I hope this doesn’t scupper her wish to release another album later this year.
*the first mention of LM I can find on The ‘Spill was February 7th 2008 here
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OK, let’s see how this goes. Not many songs that people won’t have heard before, I expect, but all nice solid music. Anyway, one of these has been an earworm for most of the day, so it is a convenient peg to hang the post from.
I have already apologised to regulars via email for last weekend’s petulance and resignation. I will be back. But for now I’ll try this site, and offer you an Act Of War rather than any peaceful friendly apology. Just kidding ! I think you’re all pretty flipping amazingly generous people…I’ll raise my game, promise. Now, here’s a shocker I found today….I’m still tripping over the technology, so bear with me….
Although seriously I am half thrilled and half appalled by this completely eighties video by Elton John in worrying headgear and Millie Jackson playing it straight. Enjoy.
This’ll either irritate the crap out of you or you’ll want it on tape-loop. Barbeau (another prolific US indie operator, who may be UK-domiciled now) sings about the simple joys of life… but it’s the sugar/acid-drop backing vocals that make it memorable. Nice record for a spring day.
I’ve been playing lots of Trojan Roots Reggae in the car and that kind of drives earworms away, but every now and then I find myself singing this along in my head. My earworms always seem to be songs I know really well and which are tuneful. I can’t say that I ever get many Can or Van Der Graaf Generator earworms.
The Scarecrow’s dance moves are absolute genius, but even just in audio it’s uplifting and heartbreaking at the same time. “I would not be just a nuthin’/ My head all full of stuffin’/ My heart all full of pain” – it’s both Yip Harburg’s lyrics and Bolger’s delivery that make it so surprisingly moving. Judy Garland’s warming intervention is fantastic, and the orchestration during the instrumental break for the dance is like Sun Ra stepped in.
A ghost story from the short-lived early ’70s Yorkshire Dales folk-rock band, it is sung from the perspective of the eponymous unfortunate “walking a valley that never saw the sun”. You never find out quite how or why he was hanged, although it may have been accidental. I like the mystery, the rolling tune (of the chorus in particular) and its atmosphere, which isn’t as gloomy as it sounds. There’s a certain amount of bucolic nostagia; this ghost seems quite content, actually.
Close your eyes if you will, and imagine yourself at a virtual benefit concert of some sort. It is the finale, and the early Kinks and Who have joined mid-stride Clash and Tom Robinson. Short, sharp pop punk; this is the sound of Maidstone’s Len Price 3. Not 100% the real thing, but there’s four or five cuts off this Pictures album that’ll make nice earworms for the summer.
This is Carla Bley’s instrumental arrangement of the Christmas classic for piano, bass and brass quintet, which has popped up on my MP3 player a few times since New Year, each time soothing away the cares of the day, and sticking around being hummed for a day or two afterwards. The musical colours come from mediaeval church music, Duke Ellington and some well-crafted discords.
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Just got a Lead Belly CD. I think this song is so unexpected and beautiful. I think the beginning sounds like Bach. I said all this already on the mothership. Anyway…
Little Miss Indie was the indiest person you’ve ever met in your whole life.
She looked indie because she was indie, in everything she did.
You could always tell where Little Miss Indie had been because she left a trail of indie records wherever she’d been.
Oh yes, Little Miss Indie was indie by name, indie by nature!
Little Miss Indie lived in a particularly indie looking house.
Posters of Damon on the walls.
7″ singles spread out on the floor.
Fan club membership cards held together with hair clips in a secret drawer.
You know what she looks like don’t you, because you’ve seen her picture at the start of this story… watching Gorillaz in a little indie club.