This mess started out as a guide to bagging an adequate male for yerself once ye'r past it. However, it's evolved rapidly into a collective, collaborative space for ideas to grow, recommendations to be made, stories to be told and fun to be had.
Just heard this on the radio (yes, I listen to the radio, Radio One infact), and I fell in love. It's bloody gorgeous and cool and makes the most of both vocalists' talent. I've never been that much of a fan of Katy B, or even Jessie Ware until I saw her at Beacons festival and then witnessed her exquisite performance on Jools Holland's Later, but this has changed things for me.
I was never Everything Everything's biggest fan when they broke on to the scene a while back. I remember the fuss over getting hold of one of their sold-out tickets in the Bodega, I remember Fearne Cotton and Zane Lowe's raving on about them, I remember they were/are a big deal to a lot of the hipsters I knew about town, mainly because they can be counted as Nottingham's very own cool-kid boast. However, I was never particularly taken with them - something about them, mainly the slightly high-pitched desperate vocal, put me off.
BUT having just heard this track, and subsequently checked out the video, there's something about the energy and vibrancy of Cough Cough that has caught my attention. Their forthcoming album's due out in January 2013 and if it's got anything similar to this then I reckon it'll be worth my while. Enjoy.
Worth a listen on this fine summers afternoon. Not listened to it all yet, but am intrigued and hopeful that it's worth my while. Something about the vocal reminds me of my beloved Bear Hands of Brooklyn. Particularly, Colour Fade's nice.
I've spent the entirety of this beautiful summers day listening to this gorgeously eclectic album while battling with a film essay. It's pretty much the only reason I've been keen to keep myself indoors all day scouring the internet for appropriate sources and critical insights without giving up. Tesellate, Something Good, Ms and Bloodflood are my personal favourites, though as I've already made clear in previous posts, I'm a big alt-J fan. Enjoy.
After a good week of listening to this every day (courtesy of the Old Maid's passing it on) I've decided I am totally in love with it, as I was with Castles In The Snow, a track whose lyrics are now tattooed on my back. Slick production aside, this is a real cracker. I cannot wait to request it on the dance floor of Rescue when the Old Maid returns!
This kid might be sweaty as hell and have relatively questionable facial hair (and anyone who knows me knows that I rarely question a man's facial hair), but he's fucking cool.
To love an image means finding without knowing it, a new metaphor for an old love, the love for a moth. As soon as one loves with all ones soul that reality is a memory.
After reading an interesting interview/article about Fiest in UNCUT magazine this weekend, I've been continually brought back to one of my favourite ever Later Live with Jools Holland performances. Not only does the article follow up the critical responses to Fiest's most recent album, Metals (released in September 2011), it depicts the ever changing persona and career of one of Canada's finest musicians. The below performance is divine, and for me at least, tops the likes of James Blake, MGMT, Bloc Party, Lykke Li, Lissie and Bon Iver, all of whom I loved on Holland's show.
"So Matilda's strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone."
I was asked to watch this as part of my prep for a film seminar, it's darkly, hauntingly beautiful.
As is Root's music, for which this short film was made.
Time for a bit of good old nostalgia. My love for We Are Scientists (especially Keith Murray) will never waiver, I adore them. And I love everything about this song, and always will.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Once upon a time, three whole years ago to be precise, I went to see Dylan Moran perform his What It Is show in Birmingham's Alexandre Theatre with a long since passed Valentine/Birthday Boy. We both loved the entire show, and I still remember this part as one of my favourites.
