Thursday, 14 January 2010
Jan 14th 2010 - DiS mailout: Jay Reatard (RIP), Vampire Weekend, These New Puritans, Joanna Newsom...
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
The crocs in the major label music biz now in full-360 death roll.
I can't wait until someone invents a 740 deal, which labels can make double the money the artist is making from all the artist revenues. Obviously own stakes in MySpace Music, Spotify, etc helps matters.
The full article is a little more revealing than that video but the video reminded me why I find major labels a bit like puffins, sticking their chests out and hoping something sticks. All these 'partnerships' are what indie labels have been doing for years but this idea that an act has to turn up fully-formed is nonsense, pretty much the only acts majors're currently signing are those who've had £30-80k invested in them by management companies. Has it always been such a high-risk business for high-rollers only?
http://money.cnn.com/2010/01/11/news/companies/am_octone_music.fortune/
Sunday, 10 January 2010
My/DiS' Song of the Day - Numbers 1-5 + Spotify playlist
Anyway, here's what I chose for the first week of this feature... #1 - THESE NEW PURITANS 'We Want War'
"...a sewer of brass and into a rabbit warren of beats"
http://bit.ly/DiSday1 #2 - YEASAYER 'Ambling Alp'
"...like, self-help in some back room with Purple Rain gone neon"
http://bit.ly/DiSaday2#3 - BEACH HOUSE 'Norway'
"huh-hur-huh ay-'ey ..soaring strings bend in twilight"
http://bit.ly/DiSaday3#4 - FRIGHTENED RABBIT 'Swim Until You Can't See Land'
"...the vitamin D factor... sun'n'whisky-sour-kissed bliss."
http://bit.ly/DiSday4#5 - M83 'Don't Save Us From The Flames'
"...is a song I could happily crawl inside and die."
http://bit.ly/DiSday5DiS' Song of the Day Spotify playlist: http://open.spotify.com/user/seaninsound/playlist/2X2pqoL4G7glBX4js6MU8K
Monday, 4 January 2010
A review of Arctic Monkeys @ Wembley that I just found in my Blackberry drafts
The durhhum-noo-noo-nuh-num-num-nurnur of the guitar strings twiddle and bend beneath the bullet-hail of drums, the combined to make the first three tracks sound surprisingly menace-zing. Twenny, maybe thirty feet away, beneath the spotlights and behind the smoke, Britian's best loved band take the stage...
Asses wiggle and rap hand gestures abound. Cameraphones snap-flash, hoping to create a perfect stop animation of Alex's hands alternating between strumming, mic holding and hair behind-ear-ing. The smartphone fireflies dissipate as the crowd does that changing tide push, crush and sway. Then, as a few breathes are caught, it continues anthem-ning it down! 'Brainstorm' gets the entire arena "wuh-wuh"-ing its topline melody. Crash-crash and the bash. The thrash. The smash. Then the bang and the ass-walloping chorus of "I bet you look good on t' dah-antz-floor" which is gutturally uh-uhing from the chapped lips of every beer slingin' brawler with his eyes slammed shut, screaming "FER-ROM NINETEEN EIIIGHT-TEA FOUR-WAHHH!" Meanwhile, these geez's better-halfs point their chewed manicures stageward, poking at every offbeat of the drum riddim.
'Excuberent' (read: probably 'charlie' snaffling) pockets of the crowd are going nuts, bubbling apart like lava melting and bursting through ice as circle-pits open out and stray limbs swing, near-skanking showing themselves as deniers of their inner-Ska kid. Charged atoms thrust - skulls, hips and chests clash to the dur-dum-doom-doom of the Homme-enhanced, violence-threatening backdrop come hail of aural-projectiles.
Lightning tears of genius zap the room, yet the hollow headed chromedomes behind me yarble their "Play the fahhhkin first album-bum" yakkedy-yakking. They heckle and moan, yet excitedly spill or sling their empty plastic cups every time there's a false-ending (of which, tonight, there are perhaps a few too many). These shiny-headed Fred Perry-shirted REAL MEN are alone in their new album berating, as the skull-bashing 'n' bouncing merry ruckus on the floor below me attests. The sweaty throng bellow every sylabol. Damp fart/dark cloud of Be Here Now, this is not. No, this rebirthed, rocked-up, Badseeds indepted tomb-pop tomes, have the entire crowd - your humble scribe included - lost in awe.
The drone, the snake shadows on the walls, the steam train wooh-ooh-oohs become incantions for a collective snake hip wriggle as 'Potion Approaching' crescendos. And those drums, oh those drums, they even have the baldies behind me under their spell. 'Cornerstone' provides a moment of relative Christmas-single calm. Meanwhile, circle pit scores are settled and girlfriends cuddled.
On stage, few words are forthcoming as beers are 'swug' and guitars tuned. And on it rattles.... 'View from the Afternoon' shouldn't fit but, like a salmon-shirted man shimmying to the bar, the indie-pop jangle wrangles its way in. In fact, somehow, every track, be it via vernacular, dialectual dexterity or simple clack-clatter, fits together and coheres, perhaps not seamlessly so but it is not as scarecrow jackets as it could or should be. It's hit after hit, each one a night-we-met and warmest-party/festival memory rekindler.
Its been said a billion times before but they are Britishness destilled down to its soap scum, steamy mirrored, hungover in Whetherspoons simplest elixir. Tonight, it rolls on and rocks more than just a little until Alex sings "fool's on pah-raid, ca-vort and fook abaht" in a distant written song about the throng sweating before him - with an honourable mention to those nose-bleedin' in the gents.
Ending with an encore of 'Florescent Adolescent' which sends arms aloft, stirs the bouncey-bounce-bounce and has the room shouting "...in your fishnets... Night dress... Tabasco... Rascle..." before leaving the stage to my song of the decade: '505'...
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Sunday, 3 January 2010
A date for your new diary...
I'm hosting the above show of Nordic acts in association with the Icelandic and Norwegian music export embassies. Really excited to see Sudden Weather Change again as they were amazing at Iceland Airwaves (my review) - they're a bit like Hot Hot Heat meets Q and Not U, Burning Airlines, Les Savy Fav and all those frantic-but-fun angular party bands! Have a listen to all the bands on Spotify here.
For more details and a chance to win a trip to Iceland click here.
RSVP on Last.fm, Songkick, DiS, Facebook (coming soon)
Thursday, January 21st
Ja Ja Ja presents...
7pm £6, adv £5Leaves (Iceland)
Simon Says No! (Norway)
Sudden Weather Change (Iceland)
We are happy to announce that Ja Ja Ja will be blasting into 2K10 with another stellar line up of Nordic talent! On January 21st, 2010, at our regular establishment The Lexington, three more excellent bands will be strutting their stuff in a bid to impress the venue's upbeat mix of hipsters, industry insiders and regulars.
Curated by Drowned in Sound editor and indie rock's man-about-town Sean Adams, the January Ja Ja Ja will showcase indie pop outfit The Leaves, Norway's fuzz-rockers Simon Says No! and dynamic Icelandic troupe Sudden Weather Change.
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