"Really awful is more interesting to listen to than pretty good" - Eno ................................................................................................................................................................................................................. welcome to the drivel blog of "music detractor, Simon Reynolds"
Monday, August 31, 2015
in blissed out company
I was seven or eight when these events occurred!
Actually alive....
Often wondered, if i'd been born ten or twelve years earlier, whether I'd have been a full-blown hippie....
Or too cool to fall for it
I think I would have fallen for it, fairly wholeheartedly
But maybe not stuck with it... as long as 1971
Got a low tolerance for squalor
And I can't see me in one of those Glastonbury Fayre 71 percussive calvacades of hairies banging pots and tambourines in an endless jam-a-long
But who knows - given enough acid intake - where you'd have ended up...
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Friday, August 28, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
prog glam confusionuum #56
Todd Rushgren meets Split Enos
speaking of Geddy and co...
and the lead fellow went solo and sort of technoflash meets Noo Wave
the missing stink between Cheap Trick and... Primus?
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
artpop new wave artpunk continuum #456
(the lee 'n' nancy love is a consistency at least, and the love of a nice jacket)
Monday, August 24, 2015
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
the (first) Bad Music Era - 1968-69-70
and that's just the Yanks
could do another dozen with the Brit end of things
these'll have to do for now
Monday, August 10, 2015
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Sunday, August 2, 2015
"serious moonlight" - a series (#1 of ___ )
there's a category of mid-to-late Eighties aspiring epic-ness
singers and songwriters who take on the plainspoken yet weighty language of parable, who deliberately embrace the-reason-it's-a-cliche-is-because-it's-true, to the point of risking corny
at the risk of squandering any credit earned from my Aussie pals from the Antipodean Space post
here's the first entry in this series
Nick Cave was a - perhaps the - pioneer of this drift towards "some call it corn"
The Triffids originally were quite heavily influenced by the likes of The Birthday Party (and The Gun Club too I suspect). And being in those days a BParty junkie craving more of the same, I remember being very excited by their John Peel session, bits of which were like a postpunk "Celebration of the Lizard". Even bought a live tape of one of their shows at a stall in Camden Market - quite possibly the only live bootleg I've ever bought. Sound quality was terrible!
Then they duly followed Cave's post-Party trajectory into Americana - with a bit of Waterboys-style Big Music thrown in there
Remember being taken aback by - and not at all engaged by - the country-rockish mellowness of the albums that followed, Born Sandy Devotional and Calenture (title comes from "Tropical fever or delirium suffered by sailors after long periods away from land, who imagine the seas to be green fields and desire to leap into them"!)
Coming from the same sort of place as 10, 000 Maniacs
or even Lone Justice
That said
here's a good piece by Anwen making a case for the specialness of the group in this phase
singers and songwriters who take on the plainspoken yet weighty language of parable, who deliberately embrace the-reason-it's-a-cliche-is-because-it's-true, to the point of risking corny
at the risk of squandering any credit earned from my Aussie pals from the Antipodean Space post
here's the first entry in this series
Nick Cave was a - perhaps the - pioneer of this drift towards "some call it corn"
The Triffids originally were quite heavily influenced by the likes of The Birthday Party (and The Gun Club too I suspect). And being in those days a BParty junkie craving more of the same, I remember being very excited by their John Peel session, bits of which were like a postpunk "Celebration of the Lizard". Even bought a live tape of one of their shows at a stall in Camden Market - quite possibly the only live bootleg I've ever bought. Sound quality was terrible!
Then they duly followed Cave's post-Party trajectory into Americana - with a bit of Waterboys-style Big Music thrown in there
Remember being taken aback by - and not at all engaged by - the country-rockish mellowness of the albums that followed, Born Sandy Devotional and Calenture (title comes from "Tropical fever or delirium suffered by sailors after long periods away from land, who imagine the seas to be green fields and desire to leap into them"!)
Coming from the same sort of place as 10, 000 Maniacs
or even Lone Justice
That said
here's a good piece by Anwen making a case for the specialness of the group in this phase
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