Posts from 20th March 2002

Mar 02

Destiny’s Child — Nasty Girl

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Destiny’s Child — Nasty Girl

Up until now, they have managed to surprise me with every single and – sorry Popistas! – for a popact that’s a whole lot. But the forced demeanor of this particular gem just can’t seem to keep the tired theme from standing out even more (maybe it’s just my personal Catholic hang-up talking here but aren’t these ‘nasty’, ‘trashy’ girls being frowned upon just for wanting to dress up like DC?!). When you’ve been untouchable for so long, that’s when the inevitable hits the hardest. If the obit’s not available yet, then where’s the remedial remix?

Okay – so the flute thing didn’t pan out

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Okay – so the flute thing didn’t pan out (flute – pan – geddit?). Perhaps the big chart sound for the next couple of mintyhs might be the carnival sound. This is not strictly latin or soca, just anything vibrant, strident and infectiously danceable. WHich is where Shy FX & T-Power come in. Their new single “Shake Your Body” has a relentless latin piano over Shy FX’s beats which are informed by – if not actually – drum and bass. Shy FX was always one of the more poppy of the jungle producers anyway, and the clipped, fast and solid beats he lays down here certainly do the job. The bass is tucked away though under the piano line – but burbles away nicely. Its a pity about the lyrics, since T-Power has a nice enough voice. Its just that I am slowly getting a little bit bored of records which tell me to blindly let music take over my feet, body and soul. If I wanted to be possessed I’d get into devil worship.


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The problem of boredom in alt.rock music is probably just the problem of me noticing boredom in alt.rock music more easily. (That’s the generous interpretation, anyway). I don’t hear musicians expressing anything much, and I don’t feel much need to express anything much back, since all I do hear is musicians wrestling with structures. If the structures are new enough to you then you might get a jolt anyway – the rock you like best is the rock you hear first, in other words, which makes rating individual bands a bit pointless.

But isn’t wrestling with structures interesting anyway? I don’t know – when I was writing the first sentence of this I put “(b-dum b-dum)” after “boredom” as a nod to the Buzzcocks and then I took it out because it didn’t do anything other than prove I’d heard the Buzzcocks. Most of what I hear in this music is a succession of similarly petty micro-choices. I can imagine someone settling for that, but I can’t imagine anyone being satisfied with it.

Ethan on ILM flailing to describe a condition I’ve been experiencing (and therefore trying to explicate) for some time now.

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Ethan on ILM flailing to describe a condition I’ve been experiencing (and therefore trying to explicate) for some time now. Listening right now to the new(est) Unwound record – and yes, it’s every bit as good as everyone makes it out to be…I’ll be sad to see them go – and I’ll be damned if I can get worked up about it in the slightest. My ears feel as if they’re packed with oatmeal, or maybe rather that it’s dribbling slowly out of the little holes in my speakers. Everything sounds like extruded siding or the stuff they use to make the ceiling panels in public school ceilings.

Of course, being sick doesn’t help much. When I’m sick – sick sick, sick of the unable to move from bed for a few days variety – all music sounds like this. It’s a bit like being trapped in some ennui mobius strip; the more clogged my head, the higher the fever rises, the more my throat aches, the more the music feels like a swarm of locusts between my ears. I’ve had records ruined by their association with particularly bad illnesses.

Sometimes I think the whole thing makes recovery take just that much longer: being unable to do anything but suck up TV like an Electrolux, cut off from my normal lifesblood of recorded sound. I’m ever so slowly crawling out of my current pit of despair (call it apocalyptic acid reflux…and trust me, it’s nothing you want to experience if you can avoid it), but music is taking longer than ever to reinsinuate itself into my life. It hasn’t helped that I was feeling increasingly alienated from music before I took ill.

Today is apparently the first day of spring. It’s bitter cold outside, and snowed pretty much all day yesterday. Spring/summer (and the endless pop thrillz they promise) seems ever so far away.