This came in a bundles of Aussie vinyl from Fire Records. LoFi, with lyrics almost chanted. Guitars and organs. Very pleasant.
I try to experience experimental things when I can because when you discover something amazing it can change your life. The problem is you have to wade through a lot of shit, not because they're bad but because experiments have to be prepared to fail. If you know you're in safe hands, then it's never going to be so exciting as when it might be awesome or awful.
The only other John Adams album I know takes my breath away, but this left me dry. I didn't feel like I was in the hands of someone who knew what they were doing, and that feels odd. It kind of feels like he opened a score and put notes in every gap there was.
But still, I'd rather have that than porridge.
|11.02 am, Wednesday 12th March, 2014
So through lent I'm trying hard to read in my spare time (and avoid trash TV). So far I've got through:
Introducing Jung - Maggie Hyde and Michael McGuinness
A whistlestop tour through the life and works of Carl Gustav Jung. I mostly read this because of an event I attended in Liverpool the other day on the mounting of a theatrical adaptation of Robert Anton Wilson's Cosmic Trigger. They were linking RAW to Jung and Bill Drummond and Liverpool and Ken Campbell and Timothy Leary and Alan Moore and I realised I just don't know enough about things and this seemed a sensible place to start. I love the level these books are pitched at, giving a taste without patronising. Mostly I've realised that I need to not think too hard about a lot of this stuff and enjoy the sensation.
Shibari - A New Play by Gary Duggan
A group of six entangled people fall in and out of love and lust and friendship over a month in Dublin. It's a bit rambling, but the characters are fragile and human and their plots do resolve, if not necessarily in the most satisfying fashion. I felt like it wanted to be about 2 scenes longer.
And now I'm halfway through the biography of Ken Campbell, which is fascinating but a bit lacking in clarity.
This didn't make an impression on me at all. It wasn't unpleasant, but I just remember getting back to the cover of the Simpsons theme and thinking "Oh, so that's happened". It's guitars and drums and vocals hidden in the back of the mix, mostly. I'll listen to it again, but unfortunately not in lent.
I'm not entirely sure of the heritage of this album. It seems to be a combination of music made for Ken Campbell's The History of Comedy Part One: Ventriloquism, and music made from it. A lot of it is a bit too rambly to be enjoyable in itself, but I can imagine it being great front of house and incidental music. Lots of tight loops, sampled dog barks, mumbles and mutters. And then Ken just going off on one. A good couple of minutes of him attempting "Who dared to put wet fruit-bat poo in our dead Mummy's bed? Was that you, Verity?".
This is the swansong of Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. Stripped back and live it makes the indie electronica feel a lot more homely and real. Knowing those vocals are being sung by a real person makes a difference somehow. It made me very happy on a boring bus.
One of the tracks from this appears as Unknown in one of my mixtapes, and thanks to shazaam I finally tracked down what it is. The album pops in and out of styles, laying drums on lazy jazz and shuffly vocals, picking the beat up and then carefully putting it back down. Always making you think just a little bit faster than you would expect.
This is mostly a covers album kickstarted to send Meursault to SXSW this year. It does a great job of genre jumping, not least in the choice of songs. At its worst, it's generic Scots indie. At its best, it's a shining example of trust and faith and passion. I'd particularly like to pick out No Children and Thou Shalt Always Kill. I now know how to pronounce Meursault.
I have no idea what lead me to this. It's a series of lovingly crafted instrumentals, all starting small and soaring later. Very ambient, rhythmically speaking. Could easily be a film score. In fact, cries out for it.
Once again lent has rolled around and I've decided to mark it by taking things up.
I'm taking a photo every day. They're on blipfoto
. There's also a puzzle running through those posts. Email me the solution (it's a short phrase) to heyisolvedapuzzle at weaselspoon dot com and I'll give you a prize.
I'm listening to an album every day and I'll be writing short reviews here.
I'm not going to be reading a play every day, but only because I've got other things to read.