Maybe I’ve been too hard on guitars +37
Or maybe guitars and
are precisely as tedious and backwards looking as I have always feared, and the reason The Seats’ second release has such an impact is that it’s the sound of an artist refusing to bend to his genre’s limitations and take the sound into new and emotive places
OK, no more messing about now. Put that foam finger down, pull that foam finger out: no more banter, OK? We’ve had a lot of fun so far, but now it’s time to get serious. The list so far has been a little spurious in places, and a lot of things have been over or underrated, but from this point on it’s exclusively masterpieces, OK? Any of the following sonic Sistine Chapels of artistic brilliance could feasibly be called your album of the year and you wouldn’t sound too weird
We’re going up a gear, fasten your boot straps
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-YA!!
In 1974 Al Pacino gave one of the all time best cinema performances in ‘Godfather Part II’, exhibiting a subtly and nuance that would later desert him, and managing to captivate the audience to such an extent few even noticed the film lasted 200 freaking minutes. the Oscar for best actor was never in doubt
Unfortunately, The Academy- a retirement home for aged white former cinematic plantation owners who compensate for their loss of bowel control by annually celebrating their favourite shit- was having one of those years where they decide to become completely (instead of generally) impervious to actual quality in the face of unbearable tweeness and overwhelming schmaltz, and awarded the best actor Oscar to Art Carney for ‘Harry and Tonto’, a film about an old man and a fucking cat
The Academy soon realised they’d made a mistake though, it soon became apparent that they’d ignored an historic and legendary performance in favour of a disposable piece of nonsense that everybody had already forgotten about. They owed Al Pacino an Oscar
Yes, although your natural instinct is to pronounce the band’s name ‘divsner’, it’s actually meant to be read as ‘division’, much like those spent hacks MGMT insisting that their name is actually pronounced ‘management’
Oh!
Should have said that in the Iggy Pop piece…
OK, it’s been a stressful day at ‘work’, I’ve still got a lot of boring charity work to do this evening, I’ve got a merciless headache, and I think I’m still mentally scarred from my stick being nicked yesterday, so I’m going to blast through the next few entries as quickly as I can, OK?
It has been said that Ital Tek is ‘the sound of Brexit’, which I’m not sure I agree with, but it offers me a good opportunity to waffle on about it
For some reason, I thought that Ital Tek was European- perhaps it was the funny sounding name, and the desolate yet achingly beautiful soundscapes that always sound a little Scandinavian to me- so I was planning to introduce this wonderful album as the sound of the EU. The bastard’s actually from Brighton, so I had to make a late change
If your immediate response to Brexit is that it was simply racist, then you yourself are part of the reason for it
This album is just…
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Lovely
I haven’t got much to say about it, I think I exhausted my creative juices on the previous Kanye critique- or Kanyique, if you will- and now I’m just enjoying relaxing and listening to an effortless and gorgeously produced album
The wild tackle in the 1991 FA Cup Final- that Paul Gascoigne injured himself so comprehensively attempting that he was never the same player again- was a painful example of the kind of aggressive and impulsive thought process that actually played its part in making Gazza the amazing player he was. If you took such spontaneous and emotionally intuitiveness our of Gascoigne’s game, he wouldn’t be the same player. The tackle itself though, was an act of stupidity and should not really be celebrated
Charles Darwin was a hideous misogynist, who viewed women as simply womb vessels who were little more than irritating intellectual inferiors who interfered with serious scientific research by talking about ponies and periods and shit. He ended up marrying his cousin, probably because he felt marriage was sufficiently socially expected and didn’t want to leave the house to find a wife. However, if you took this sociopathic view of life only through its logical and consequential results, then he may have never invented dinosaurs and proved God wasn’t real, or whatever. However, his sexism should still not be celebrated in and of itself
White Lung remain one of absolutely the greatest things in the world
If you were paying attention to Forbes ‘100 Best Things in the World’ issue this pat June, you would have noticed White Lung coming in at number 8, just ahead of ‘Getting a Package Delivered That You Forgot You Ordered’ and just behind ‘Juan Mata’
