Monday, May 25

Why Death Cab For Cutie Are The Third Best Band In The World

Whether wallowing in the screaming sun on Santa Monica beach or ducking down amid Hamas rockets in the Mid East, Ben Gibbard's palliative larynx make me feel safer than Sir Alex Ferguson does renewing his managerial contract. I've been on a major Death Cab-bender these last few days. In fact, 'The Photo Album' has almost overtaken 'Transatlanticism' as my favourite LP of their's. Heck, as if that could actually ever happen, right?

But rather than pull off some 5000-word essay on why the Seattle geniuses are indeed my third favourite band ever ever ever, instead I've displayed a rather splendid array of ditties that simply speak for themselves. DL em all up below...

'Army Cops Of Architects' (from You Can Play These Songs With Chords)
'Sleep Spent' (from Something About Airplanes)
'405' (from We Have The Facts And We're Voting Yes)
'Styrofoam Plates' (from The Photo Album)
'A Lack Of Color' (from Transatlanticism)
'What Sarah Said' (from Plans)
'Your New Twin Sized Bed' (from Narrow Stairs)

Thursday, May 21

Bullet With Butterfly Wings

First time I heard this I thought, 'Hmm, tad questionable'. Second time I was distracted by her decked out cat-eyes following me around watching the video. Third time, yesterday, it was just one of those moments - speeding along the throughway, song comes on the radio, volume gets amp'd up to the heavens. It sounded fucking brilliant.

And now, I just can't get enough of it. La Roux, my users, has done it again. Need. Album. Now.

Monday, May 18

Øyvind Leonhardsen who? Say Hello To Accidents Never Happen

Accidents Never Happen ‘Accidents Never Happen’ (Dead Letter)

Accidents never happen. Hmm. What does that mean? That that bloke driving that big boat around in 1912 was really some monstrous assassin who determined that the best way to rub off 1,500 people would be to ram into an iceberg? That at the age of 24 and after two Oscar triumphs, James Dean figured enough was simply enough and decided to crash mind, body and soul-first into some other auto spinning along the Santa Barbara beltway? It’s doubtlessly a tough statement. The kind that could only be backed up by vigorous, tenacious post-rocking guitars, melodramatic At the Drive-In-branded ecstasy, and confessions about wanting to be James Dean (RIP) only gay. Good thing these Scouse-adopted Norwegians are blessed by such then, eh. Sometimes a little too-bizarro wordplay aside, Accidents Never Happen patently beam the ol’ much-needed pop nub lodged inside their punk’d up matter to actually turn some heads. They’ve self-titled this and all – a declaration in itself – proved further by the Arcade Fire less-God more-joined-up mellifluousness bawling out of ‘The Style You Like Is Going To Come Back As Gum’. Best track though is ‘Style Revisited’, where they’re either Trent Reznor bathing in the rain on Blackpool Leisure Beach one minute or Bloc Party gouging out the spirit of Mel Gibson the next. Dazzlingly wacko. “Thanks (Your name here)” cleverly offers the accompanying booklet. No Accidents Never Happen, thank you.

Accidents Never Happen MySpace

Sunday, May 17

So, You Get You're Chance Again

I hate over-produced band websites. You know the ones, where it takes about ten minutes of some irksome intro you can't even skip before you even see anything that remotely resembles news or tour dates or a bio, all this whilst being shouted at by their latest single without a mute or volume button in sight, before all these flashy, sparkly images hidden as links constantly start moving about. 1) If you're unsigned or on an indie there's no way you should be having an official website anyway, just stick with your MySpace. And 2) For those on a major, even if you have no choice whether your management pay some spicky web design team thousands of pounds to make you one, at least make sure it looks sensible. Heck, even Coldplay's looks sensible.

I don't know who London Blackmarket are on. I only just heard of them a couple days back. But I will however let their snazzy site be exempt from my rules. Why? Because 1) It's not that bad. And 2) They made a song called 'Checkmate' and it's really, really good.

No, you can't download it here. Go to their MySpace and listen to it. *Being metaphorically pushed into corner by scary industry who took down original post*

Wednesday, May 13

Laugh Now, Laugh Later

Now that I finished The Wire a few weeks back (spectacularly authentic series but at points devoid of that cinematic warmth and sentiment built in The Sopranos and Six Feet Under), and am restlessly awaiting the return of Entourage and True Blood, I've been lapping up the fine minded delights of my favourite TV show ever, ever, ever - Seinfeld (if I hadn't by now alluded to such since S&T's birth a couple years back).

Working my way through Season 4, there's this wonderful moment where my top two Funniest Sitcom-Types Ever (one from Sein, one from Entourage) appear in the same scene. Too good.

Tuesday, May 5

Brighter Than Sunshine

Sixteen tracks for a record is just way too much. So before I even considering starting on Bright Eyes' latest, I've ventured back into Oberst's cat just to see why the Nebraska boy matters so much in the first place.

Here's why...

Bright Eyes 'Poison Oak'

Friday, May 1

Album Of Last Month

Manchester Orchestra 'Mean Everything To Nothing' (Canvasback)
Music and football rarely fraternise. Sure, there's New Order's only ever No. 1 single - the one that has its thunder mostly stolen by the dexterity of John Barnes. There's the fact that Noel G pines for Man City only decides to escort his kid to Arsenal every other week. And Robbie Williams is, of course, the majority share-holder in Port Vale. But sometimes, just sometimes, the pilgrimage of an album can be likened to that of a football match. Last Saturday, Manchester United were two-nil down at half-time to Tottenham - 45 minutes later and the world champions were celebrating a 5-2 victory. This album, technically Manchester Orchestra's third, is pretty much asleep for the first few tracks. No decent hooks, overly drawn-out blathering, zany drips and drabs that make little sense. Then, like they've just been on the end of some stentorian time-out verbal hiding, they're outta the traps with deep-fried alt.pop anthem after sweett n' delicate beauteous ballad after hip-bopping crowd-splicing ditty. Sure, it might be more 'economical' to grab the whole thing off iTunes for £7.99, but pick out the last seven for £5.53 and you're looking at way better value.

Best Song
'I Can Feel A Hot One'