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29
Aug 04

Bank Holiday Sounds

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Bank Holiday Sounds: I am in a good mood this weekend, and it’s time to share it with you. Download this song (2.5MB) and see how you feel. This is not some kind of evil trick.

Sasha Frere-Jones guest-posts at Fluxblog

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Sasha Frere-Jones guest-posts at Fluxblog and raises some really interesting questions about repetition, formula, and ‘badness’ in music. The comments box, delightfully, lives up to them.

THE SQUARE TABLE 13 / The Libertines – “Can’t Stand Me Now?”

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THE SQUARE TABLE 13 / The Libertines – “Can’t Stand Me Now?”

Pop Factor: 510

“How can anyone still get it up for this?” asked Blissblog a bit ago. Good question. Listening to this I can’t help thinking of what Kate The Saint used to say on ILM, about band dynamics and all bands being love stories. We live in an unsubtle age, so the Libs take what was hidden in their forebears and make it that bit more explicit (look at that naff sleeve with the angelic androgynes and the smears of blood!). And in doing so they make it less mysterious and less interesting – for me, anyway. Meanwhile the seamy, intimate way they present themselves – guerrila gigs in flats and lobbies, their ever-more-shambolic sound – feels I’d guess pretty relevant for an audience used to camgirls and livejournals and goldfish bowl TV.

So that’s my ‘take’. Can I get it up for the Libertines, though? No, at least not now the soap’s overtaken the sound as their focus. There are pretty moments here – the guitar work at the start, the harmonica at the end – but the song they bolster is a weak and scrawny thing, and if you don’t care about the boys’ problems it’s tedious to boot. 4 (Tom)

hooray for songs where every part sounds like the brilliant bridge in a somewhat inferior tune. lately i’ve heard lots of distinctly inferior tunes with good bridges (hello, franz ferdinand). they tend to sound as instantly familiar, but lack the restless energy that makes me want to throw all of my clothes on the bed and put up new posters and run around in the center of the room like an adolescent. points deducted and then returned for: 1) the improbably swollen intro and 2) the unflattering but endearing “oh-oh-oh”s in the coda. no points returned for the harmonica solo, though. 8 (vahid fozi)

Shambolic =! Sham 69. And would you want to take them anywhere? No of course not. But hiding on the other side of your speakers, well its all rather sweet. There is room for rubbishness in pop when it is stapled to a hook, and whilst it takes ages to get going, that’s oklay because you know that the big pop lollop of a chorus is coming. Nothing else on the radio dares to sound like this (for good reason) and whilst the Libertines star may fade fast, that it burns at all is a miracle. 8 (Pete)

The Libertines are suddenly big! Weren’t they the kind of band who would just about scrape the Top 20 a few years ago?

It’s quite sparkly, switchy singing, tinny drums or maybe that’s windows media player. No, it’s really squeaky! It’s got that chuggy guitar thing, I like that. Nice little song!

Anyway, yeah the Libertines are okay! 7 (jel)

Funny how it goes in Rawk ‘n’ Po(o)p: sometimes fame notoriety precedes the music. So how do I judge the soundtrack of a soap-opera you know so well? Actually should I try and judge a band based only on their product, neglecting the brouhaha they produce with their brown shenanigans? No, hell no. Certainly not when Can’t Stand Me Now is only about that – the story of a band falling apart because of drugs/theft and so on and so on. It’s part of the… myssstique. So the song’s fantastic… if you know the story. It wouldn’t be the same if you didn’t know Pete Doherty was a smack addict. The hook kicks in way too late – so the punters that need instant gratification are already experiencing withdrawal effects – and the Morissey intonation is a little too much at times but does it RAWK or what? I love the production (and producer, Mick Jones), it oozes exuberance. It’s all about tough love, staccato, precious melodies and harmonicas. It’s time to bop along to the sounds of British Rock. 7, if you’re part of the incrowd. (Stevie Nixed)

At first I thought this was a bit too explictly hook-y and Power Popish (The Libertines’ attraction so far has been that their songs burst through the door, run around in circles in your room for a few minutes and then pass out, after all), but then they had to go and give us a Bob Dylan harmonica at the end and I just feel like hugging them. I love Record Collection Rock. 7 (Daniel Reifferscheid)

I might be tempting sensation, but “Can’t Stand Me Now” plays out like an ode to brotherly love that nears Husker Du-style homo-eroticism. Carl Barat & drug-addled Pete Doherty trade off lines to each other like “I know you lie / But I’m still in love with you” and “You can’t take me anywhere, I can take you anywhere” with such dewy-eyed sighs that it resembles a petty lover’s quarrel from two people who always end up succumbing to mutual admiration. They can’t stand each other, yet they wouldn’t have it any other way.. Musically, it sounds like a slightly morose Jam B-side with glossier production, but if this amusing spat between two boys smitten with each other is what the NME is hyping to death these days, I’m all for it. 7 (Michael F Gill)

I doubt that Pete Doherty and Carl Barat’s much-publicised rivalry is any worse than that of many other bands, but the Libertines have taken the shrewd move of turning theirs into their central selling point. It works, of course – it’s in the music press’s interest to keep them ‘relevant’ as long as they continue to return the favour with the biggest rock soap opera since Britpop. Hence “Can’t Stand Me Now” – a pleasant enough 1981 throwback, cobbled together between broadsheet interviews and no doubt elevated in standing by its self-mythologising chorus.

Still, something about the Libertines endears them to me despite my becoming bored stiff of reading about their internal squabbling many months ago. Maybe it’s the clipped, layered guitar build-up, or the use of the cowbell in the intro, or the way the opening riff seems to melt away at just the right time. Or maybe it’s the fact that they’re the only one of the latest crop of Rock Is Back! bands with a clue what do with a rhythm section. I’m deducting a point for the frankly rubbish harmonica solo, though. 6 (Matt D’Cruz)

If there’s a band around today more manipulative than The Libertines, I want to hear them. No-one else seems to tie music and mythos together quite so neatly, quite so tightly, no-one else seems to inspire such a painful and ardent fanbase love, such a serious devotion. I’m on the outside: I can’t help but be suspicious.

So. Pete’s out of the band, again, disappointing his fans by turning up everywhere but where he’s scheduled to, again, and the Libs are releasing a Pete&Carl song, not just written by but seemingly written about. You have to appreciate the timing.

“Can’t Stand Me Now” reads like a dramatisation of the already melodramatic saga of their doomed love-hate, the spitting intense knot of comradeship and disappointment that – we’re told, we assume – binds them together and drives them apart. Reading their press has always been like listening in on a friend of a friend’s relationship, the kind you know you’d never have because you don’t have it in you to live like that or love like that, the kind you start to suspect has been amped-up for the dramatic retelling.

They’re soap characters, living out this awful messy plotline of throwings-out and breakings-in, a boy fucking himself up and a boy torn betwen trying to pull him out and knowing that it may never work. But they’re real people. But they’re media constructs. But what’s happening is so horrible that it can only be discussed in platitudes, by Guardian journalists and saddened television pundits, and often.

“I can’t take you anywhere – I’d take you anywhere”, and you assume it’s Carl; “I can’t take me anywhere,” and it has to be Pete; “cornered, the boy kicked out at the world – the world kicked back a lot fucking harder” and it’s an editorial step back, their narrator looking out upon Pete and summarising his position, and it’s Pete re-romanticising Pete as a poor urchin unable to escape the thuggish world looming in upon him, locked away by his unfeeling mate who’d rather blame the drugs than look to what’s really happening. The two of them, fighting over a vocal line and a ragged scrap of guitar; sitting opposite one another three inches from recriminations, trying to work out who hurt who, and when, and with what.

The two of them, praying upon luck and pretence to keep it together.

It’s a good image.

Too good, perhaps, for the shabby fragment of song that comes with it, a shambling rackety backdrop leavened by some nice half-arsed harmonica. Underrehearsed, underproduced, unpolished, and rightly so — without the rough edges, it would be nothing. Bit like the band, really. 6 (Cis)

It’s like surfer music for the Brooklyn set, like Shiny Happy Ramones, like depressed people singing Up With People. You can’t really dance to it, but you CAN bounce to it and that’s the next best thing. Great drummer and what’s that harmonica doing tacked on at the end? I only wish this were my cuppa so I could rate it a bit higher but it’s hard to get too excited about anything so bipolar. 6 (Forksclovetofu)

As an American estranged from the press adultation heaped upon The Libertines, it’s difficult for me to participate in the rather extreme hatred heaped upon the group. Sometimes I do pretend to loathe them, but it’s largely affectation – the Libertines have always seemed indistinguishable from the other bands my Cure-discovering younger brother has grown to admire.

Even though I haven’t a taste for all of the motifs, the single isn’t entirely bad. The lyric isn’t terribly coherent, and the opening few seconds don’t impress, but the song manages to shake some of my negative preconceptions by its end. The hooks are dated but effective, and the harmonica adds some sorely-needed color to the arrangement. 5 (Atnevon)

If the Strokes were to ever record a “Ringo song”, this is what it would sound like. I’d love to go on about its’ shambolic, hooky goodness, but after 6 or so listens earlier in the afternoon, I honestly have no sonic memory of this thing. Except that it gave me a funny mental image of the Strokes performing on “Hee Haw”. So it’s not a total wash. 4 (Henry Scollard)

God, I hate British bands. They really just don’t know how to rock what-so-ever. The Libertines look like they should rock, hard, but they sound as limp-wristed as all the other pretenders. It doesn’t help that Pete Doherty is some sort of iconic loser figure now. I can’t stand you. Go away.

The whining chorus is so repetitive and dull and it isn’t really a chorus, more of a half-hearted chant. Vocally they could try to accentuate the highs and lows a little really because there’s probably some message in here somewhere, but I’m really not bothered in finding it. “The boy kicked out at the world, the world kicked back a lot fucking harder” is said with none of the conviction you would expect. It’s a punk song wrapped up in cotton wool. Nice harmonica bit, but they’ve hid it away at the end in shame.

Shame. 4 (MW_Jimmy)

I was quite surprised on actually listening to this that the chorus doesn’t appear until 1’33″. I have found myself singing this in my head where it’s just the chorus and it’s much better. Also minus 1 for the godawful harmonica “solo”. 4 (CarSmile Steve)

It seems a long time since I heard music sounding so hamfisted and poorly composed as the opening to this shambolic rocker. It rambles on for a bit, and I wait for it to cohere into something with drive and purpose, but it never does. I think there’s something like a decent tune (maybe just a chorus?) emerging after a few listens, underneath the ramshackle construction, and maybe a better production could have brought it out, but as it stands I don’t care for it at all. 3 (Martin Skidmore)

Well, it’s a nicely arranged tune with a good melodic swoop about it, and the guitars really let fly in the background (on the other hand, the vocals have the condescending wit of James or something, and it’s got the worst harmonica solo since the days when Bob Dylan couldn’t play).

But it’s all immaterial because this is a new wave karoke, wannabe Brit guitar beatnik poets, forever writing songs on the spur of the moment because if they sat down and thought about it they’ve got nothing else to say. As for the drama queen nature of the lyric- oo, these two flawed geniuses are struggling to stand each other- it’s perilously close to the self-regarding indulgences of Menswear.

It’s all rather reminiscent of the once wildly popular Levellers. Yeah, they can bolt a tune together, they’ve earnest, they strike a chord with lots of people, but it’s a hasty patchwork that comes apart at the seams if you listen to it enough. There’s not even the sweet smoothness of The Strokes, just the self-conscious jerky edginess of The Jam. They were shit and all. 3 PLUS JOKER (Derek Walmsley)

Another song from the best new band to sound like the last best new band that sounded like the best new band before that one. More than just musical recidivism, this is music to reoffend to. 3 (Alext)

So, yeah, there’s the title. And there’s the trick of making 3 minutes and 23 seconds seem like the sort of foreverever embodied by water torture or food poisoning. Oh, and how about some slap-dash Jack Daniels harmonica for those Mojo-reading corpsefucker folks seeking some musical rock-excess signifiers to go with the intraband squabbling, the drug abuse, and all the trumped-up tragedies that don’t mean a damn thing to oblivious folk (like myself) when the rough & tumble rock band in question is caught flailing like a flock of castrated Buzzcocks. 2 (David Raposa)

27
Aug 04

Glad It’s All Over

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Glad It’s All Over: Where have I been? Off for one last – well, maybe – fling with ILM, having fun on the Top 100 Albums of the 00s thread (plus the tracks one which you should find quite easily). I knew the results three weeks ago after a drunken indiscretion by Stevem but I kept a straight bat on the thread and have had a great time. Big shout out to Jess, Alba, Blount, Dan, Matt, all the people I don’t know and of course Steve. Being away from ILM for a few months, and then contributing again this week reminded me that i) despite everything, I love the place and ii) it’s horribly addictive, draining and bad for me. So hopefully – and I know how difficult it is to give these things up – I’ll be stopping for rather longer this time. I am trying to get programmer assistance in this, the equivalent of those stomach implants George Best keeps ignoring. Keep your fingers crossed for me, if for no other reason than I would quite like my last ever ILM words to be “I will never like the La’s.”

Law of Averages

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Law of Averages

Reviewing new album Showtime in the Guardian today, Dorian Lynskey comments that ‘ Too often [Dizzee Rascal] dwells on internecine squabbles of which the average listener knows, and cares, little’. Which raises some fascinating questions. Who is an average listener? Are you? And what would music made for the average listener sound like? Surely not much like Dizzee Rascal. In which case why should his lyrical concerns be pitched into some mediocre beyond? Ok, it may be too easy to equate average with bland, but isn’t this the same problem British politics has run into: everyone playing to some mythical centre, by which they understand those people who (they assume) believe what they read in the Daily Mail? And look what a good idea that has turned out to be. (Well, I suppose it has been a good idea for those who think politics should begin and end with populist bigotry). Are people listening to Dizzee Rascal because he speaks to them, or is the musical voyeurism of tuning into the most visible corner of an underground scene not matched by an equally detached curiosity regarding the subject matter of the songs? Or what if the songs are an occasion for wordplay and nothing more: does it matter if we don’t care? (Or is the implied assumption that we just ought to?) Claiming to speak on behalf of the ‘average’ is always journalism at its most slimey.

Minor Public Service Announcement

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Minor Public Service Announcement

Freaky Trigger favourites Big & Rich’s Horse Of A Different Color album gets its official UK release on the 6th of September.

26
Aug 04

A challenge for the research-oriented

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A challenge for the research-oriented — this question came up elsewhere but as an answer couldn’t be found, I bring it to you: is there a service or webpage or the like which lets you know what albums are in print? Something like the All Music Guide if you like, but with a specific focus on what’s actually available at the present time. Enquiring minds want to know, etc. Thanks in advance!

24
Aug 04

Thanks to all the people who replied to the ‘stats help wanted’ post

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Thanks to all the people who replied to the ‘stats help wanted’ post – I have enough data to work with now, and can get to work on the exciting graphs and charts. Though first indications are that they won’t be all THAT exciting.

Anyway if you’re interested here are the raw scores out of 10, a snapshot in a limited sense of the NYLPM readership’s preferences, though I doubt whether there are any conclusions to be drawn from this.

Blue Monday – 8.33
Good Vibrations – 8.20
Strange Fruit – 7.97
Autobahn – 7.95

The Message – 7.49
Respect – 7.44
You Really Got Me – 7.41

God Save The Queen – 7.16
Starman – 7.08
Stayin Alive – 7.02
Rappers Delight – 7.00
Hey Ya! – 6.86
Smells Like Teen Spirit – 6.84
Like A Rolling Stone – 6.69
Jailhouse Rock – 6.52

I Wanna Hold Your Hand – 6.11
Walk This Way – 6.07
Rock Around The Clock – 6.02

Stairway To Heaven – 4.79
Do They Know Its Christmas – 2.98

Meanwhile, I’ll be cutting back on my NYLPM posts for a little while to concentrate on Popular, which I love doing but which has fallen behind a little lately. Hopefully other people will take up some of the slack.

23
Aug 04

Harder Better Faster Stronger

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Harder Better Faster Stronger

WANTED! Songs with a thematic/lyrical/whatever connection to an Olympic sport – a specific sport please not just ‘sports’ or ‘the Olympics’.

Nothing totally obscure thanks.

If you are reading this at my work then i) don’t look at the comments box unless you want to cheat in the quiz. ii) this post is being written by a robot Tom, the real one is busy doing his job.

Who says there is nothing new in this world?

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Who says there is nothing new in this world? Who says the internet has finally failed in its mission to occasionally surprise one. I give you EIGHTIES POP TAROT CARDS. The reasoning behind the various choices to represent their cards show a favouring for eighties electro artists. That said the choice and reason for The Heirophant is is surprisingly perspicacious.

“Howard Jones is the Hierophant, an embodiment of spirituality, the Word made flesh. He pursues knowledge, understanding, world views, and faith, but he does these things in a fairly mild and conventional manner (hairstyles notwithstanding). Face it, didn’t your mom love Howard at least as much as you did? Did anybody ever get grounded for listening to “Human’s Lib”?”