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Single Review: Haunted Stereo – “Can’t You See My Side”

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Can’t You See My Side is the second single that Southampton sextet, Haunted Stereo, have released this year. The band are signed to indie label Sotones but this release is a cut above the musical quagmire that can often be associated with the “indie” genre.

“Can’t You See My Side” starts with a delicate yet poignant punch. Gorgeous male vs female vocals intertwine and mingle delightfully. This is definitely “haunting” but in the most loveliest of ways. The chorus builds on a backdrop of strings and jangling guitars and evokes images of friends around a fire whilst the snow blusters outside.

B-side “You Never Knew To Write” takes a slight change of pace. Starting with a hectic beat and an uptempo piano with a kick to its’ step, there’s a well executed tension here with vocals crescendoing along with Haunted Stereo’s signature piano / strings ensemble. There’s a slight “old western saloon” feel to the overall vibe of this one but it’s a great contrast to the picture painted by a-side “Can’t You See My Side”.

Haunted Stereo are a band who can definitely write a tune and have an ear for a hooky melody. With two singles in the bag this year, we’re wondering what they’ll produce next.

EP Review: The Unkindness of Ravens – “I Used To Be So Pretty”

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The Unkindness of Ravens have been releasing music, creating wonderful videos and playing live for a while now but 2010 has seen the sexy duo step-up their game. Consisting of vocalist Nina Wagner and bassist Ben Raine, the pair create a futuristic electro sound, which is completely unique to them. However, if you need a reference point they’re a little like what The Kills would sound like if they were trapped in the Tron universe, if that makes any sense!

I Used To Be So Pretty is band’s debut EP and what a cracker it is too. From the opening track – “Til I Get Home” – it’s evident these guys have an ear for a catchy vocal. Nina sings seductively under a layer of filthy basslines and dirty beats: “Take me like you wanna’, I leave today…”

This same vibe is carried through to the title track of the EP and onto “Circle”. These two songs make you want to crank-up the volume all the way to 11 and do a sexy little dance in your bedroom.

Ending on “Prototype“, the pair summarise the EP perfectly. The Unkindness of Ravens are in their own little world, it’s edgy, it’s futuristic and it perfectly blends their love of grunge, electro and rock into four brilliantly executed songs. This EP will leave you aching for more.

Kanye West – My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

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A self obsessed, self destructive, arrogantly self effacing egoist, solipsist and hedonist;the Westian model of tormented genius is as old and dated and it is consistently refreshing and renewing. The dichotomic lyrical explorations of Twisted Fantasy are gauged with what have already been correctly described as maximalist musical explosions and wide searching, far reaching sound scopes. With this dichotomy though, is a twisted and subverted attempt at monism – that is, West attempts to fuse reflective poetry, reflective religion, gluttonous materialism and a gluttonous lifestyle into a single, coherent philosophy. The incoherence and impossibility of this, does not matter, what matters is the struggle in trying to find it.

The mark of an alcoholic, or at least an obsessive, is marked by the apparent reasoning behind the continued use, or abuse, of a substance or thing. Is drinking done to prolong or intensify the moment, or to avert from it? A person’s answer to the question can be as revealing as it is confusing, “The plan was, to drink until the pain over/ But what’s worse, the pain or the hangover?” - as can be seen through Kanye’s answer. And continuing this self-supporting dualist idea, in that Kanye is reflective enough to mark what it is he is actually doing, but much too self-destructive to in fact not do it, is what he does throughout Twisted Fantasy. On one side we have Kanye the epicurean, pursuing pleasures and luxuries; in lieu of the American model of the pursuit of happiness, ie wealthiness. The best example of this being portrayed is in the maniacal chorus to All Of The Lights – “Cop lights, flash lights, spot lights/ Strobe lights, street lights/ (All of the lights, all of the lights)/ Fast life, drug life/ Thug life, rock life/ Every night/ (All of the lights). ”  - A song which contains contributions and samples from Elton John, Alicia Keys, Fergie, The-Dream, Tony Williams, Rihanna, Kid Cudi, John Legend, Charlie Wilson, Ryan Leslie and Elly Jackson. So often it is the case that artists can litter rather than sprinkle their albums with guest features, Gucci Mane’s and Ludacris’ two most recent albums providing two concrete recent examples.

With this litter, the artists in fact can show artistic illiteracy in letting the album have no core or, no real dictator who takes creative centrality. The same argument though, cannot be said for Kanye’s approach here. Rather, Kanye shows at once his plurality of musical influence and scope, and his ability to transcend the genre-walls which oft separate them. The most obvious example of this is the final two tracks on the album (Lost in the World and Who Will Survive in America?), where a feature/sample from Justin Vernon/Bon Iver is fused with contemporary hip-hop in Kanye, and meshed with a long sample from Gil Scott-Heron’s Comment #1. (It is also important to note, that Kanye neither gives himself the first nor the last word on the album. The opening lyrics being a short lyrical feature from Nicki Minaj.) So, whilst this plurality that I mentioned can in some artists show the blending towards hip-hop memes (what is an album now without a Drake feature?) and a lack of creative industry, in Twisted Fantasy paradoxically, Kanye’s input is so central and so key; that his input is valued above the omnipresent features. What he does in effect, is transcend every and all features, and by refusing to take the obvious centre-stage in all his tracks; he creates an atmosphere of reverence when he does grace us with with it, “No one man should have all that power.” (Not is this to demean the features whatsoever though, the features are so masterfully spread and intricately chosen (it is possibly Nicki Minaj’s best feature, and Jay-Z’s verse on So Appalled is his best in years) that the album’s thrust in this regard is that appears to be an overarching expression of the hip-hop zeitgeist, of which there is no doubt Twisted Fantasy will be a re-defining seed.)

And that is one side. On the other side we have reflection, “Me found bravery in my bravado,” self awareness and (seriously) humility. The starting point for this Westian paradigm in fact stems from the previous point, in that Kanye knows that for him to create the sort of album he is attempting (note that this is the same man who called 808′s & Heartbreaks as the ‘creation’ of the musical genre of ‘Pop Art’) he really cannot do it on his own. 808s was noticeably bereft and avoided real opportunities for more varied features or explorative production. Twisted Fantasy though, is the natural and necessary extension of 808s.

Emerging as it did, in the midst of what has been to date Kanye’s most difficult period of life; 808s provided the foundational framework for the artist, who can thoroughly express emotive substance with passion and real content, “Never was much of a romantic, I could take the intimacy/ And I know I did damage, because the look in your eyes is killing me…Baby I got a plan, runaway fast as you can.” Bravado, in the sense which Kanye epitomises it, is most classically interpreted as a means of screening others, and indeed yourself, from weakness and inadequacies that you yourself are all too aware of. Twisted Fantasy though, is so fuelled with an awareness of this destructive side of Kanye, that it becomes the heartbreaking focus of the album,

Now I embody every characteristic, of the egotistic;

He know, he so fuckin’ gifted;

I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts;

Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault;

My childlike creativity, purity and honesty is honestly being prodded by these grown thoughts;

Reality is catchin’ up on me;

Takin’ my inner child, I’m fighting for it: custody.

Furthering this, drawn out tracks such as the final few minutes of Runaway appear to be prolonged expressions of exasperation and frustration at how Kanye himself deals with the world, and its paradoxical in-sustainability and unavoidability.

A longing for, and refusal of, further emotional attachments are the marks of this self-acclaimed 21st Century schizoid man. It seems to me far too easy and arrogant to dismiss Kanye on account of his own twisted arrogance. He has with Twisted Fantasy created the single most ambitious, sprawling, genre-exploding and redefining album in a long time. All of this without even mentioning the hugely impressive mini-movie named Runaway recently released by Kanye: which in itself is an expression of a strand of the album’s message. Kanye has, with My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy created an album which can bear an adjective which can rarely be ascribed to albums of the now: important. It’s importance can only be reviewed as time passes, but as it stands, there is no better word.

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Kid CuDi – Man on the Moon II: The Legend of Mr. Rager

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At least thematically, Kid Cudi owes his emergence in part to the advent of the Westian-acclaimed genre of ‘Pop Art’. Rising as he did through the lens of a post 808s & Heartbreaks world, he owes a lot to it and to the exposure he received through Kanye. That being said, the first of the Man on the Moon series was as interesting as it was innovative, creative as it was conventional, as individualist as it was pining for companionship. The truth is though, the follow up appears more as an attempt to extend the momentum and stylistic panache of the debut: but it suffers directly as a result of this. To attempt to replicate a daring album, is in itself a contradiction in terms.

For an artist of this type, wrapped up in a shell of self-pity sustained paradoxically upon a wave of appraisal, consistency conveying a sense of dread or the absurd is essential. To refer again to Kanye West, who is the modern embodiment of such a ‘misunderstood’ character in celebrity culture, Cudi’s relevance is seen in light of how much he can deviate himself from this model. For him to do this though, he need embark on a more experimental and fuller project which can fittingly represent the certain mindset he was in in the period he is endeavouring to express (such as The End of Day appeared to represent). Meaningless mumblings such as, “Pain, hurt, sadness and loneliness,” in the track Don’t Play This Song (with a wasted feature by Mary J Blige) seem shallow when he  complains at the offerings of support and guidance from those close to him, “People think they’re really being helpful, by telling me please be careful?”

But maybe observations like this are in itself the point of The Legend of Mr. Rager; Mescudi’s polarised and chasm-ed personality owe much to the unexpected garnering of wealth, and the even less expected lack of fulfilment sole monetary improvement can bring. Claiming to have relied on drugs to get him through interviews over the recent past for example, shed light on an obsessive and shifting personality, searching as it was, for the reliability of a substance or emotion which can be fulfilled with ease. Fame and money seemed to have failed where cocaine seemed to catch hold, at least periodically. Hedonism rules as it were. Constant reference to drugs surpass the realm of sheer boastfulness or lack of imaginativeness. The track Marijuana is in itself a type of homily to cannabis, spoke of in religious terms as Cudi devotes large sections of his lyricism to expressing his feeling towards the drug, “Pretty green bud, all in my blood, oh, I need it.” The structure of the album owes to the pining to create album 1 but yet deviate away from the realm of unreality which The End of Days epitomised, to a more realistic and gritty look at the artist’s life. He has clearly attempted to add fusions of new-psychedelic with some elements of rock, to give a grounding to this essentially hip-hop album. What fails again and again though, is the lethargic and convoluted lyrical dexterity which Cudi shows, or rather fails to show. Mojo So Dope in itself serves as example of a song which could realistically better the entire album by simply not being there. Its lazy chorus, deviated wordsmithery and unengaging production are a low point in what increasingly becomes a hit and miss album for the listener.  Though what makes this an even bigger tragedy, is the clear huge amount of talent Scott has. Whilst Erase Me is by no means the best song Cudi has wrote or will write, he outshines the ever-growing Kanye West. He makes it a rock song, in a sense, and Kanye’s refreshing verse do add a breath of fresh air to the context; but essentially Kanye doesn’t steal the show as much as he would do on most albums.

Deep and minimalistic tracks such as The Mood appear all too little. They express the darkness found in the previous album, but with a maturer sensibility and a greater appreciation of not trying to push all the sounds into the listener’s ear at once. As is usually the case though, there is a stand-out track which garners opposing emotions for the listener. GHOST! as a song, could easily contain all the quotables needed for the album, “Gotta, get it, through my thick head. I was so close to being dead.” “See things do, come, around. And make sense eventually.” The productions is squeaking but is permeating, and totally engaging. Almost triumphantly, CuDi proclaims his acceptance of himself, “The people I met and the places i’ve been, all will make me the man I so proudly am.” But even at this acceptance, CuDi appears unsure if the world will take him as he is, questioning when he became a ‘ghost’, pining at the end, “I hope they understand that I really understand, that they don’t understand.”

It’s a mature conclusion in a sense, but a wasteful one at that. For CuDi to really connect with the listenership he is aiming for, then it seems to me that he needs to more fully express himself in the sense he was with the first Man on the Moon. He has mentally and maturely took at least one step forward here, but at least lyrically he has taken one step back. In the current market, it’s one of the most listenable albums; but for the artist himself, much more is to be expected as he develops.

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Moneytree + Wayter at the Old Blue Last

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When I walk into the downstairs bar at the Old Blue Last I’m met by the usual Wednesday night crowd you’d find in any local up and down the country, so I order a pint, pull up a table and wait until it’s time to go upstairs.  I’m not expecting it to be a busy night, but then I’ve not been here before so what do I know?
I can still hear the soundcheck drifting down the stairs, but I know better than to watch the first band set up – there’s nothing quite like it to ruin the illusion. I hang around downstairs, guarding my table from the huge surge of people that have just walked in through the Pub’s front door.  Then, quick as a flash, they all disappear upstairs, and I desperately run after them, realising there’s a real chance I’m going to miss the start of the first band’s show.

The venue is packed out, and I can just about see the whole band from the little corner of space I tuck myself into beside the bar.
First off, Wayter don’t sound anything like I expected.  Well, that’s not entirely true – from where I was standing, the bassist was blocked from view and he looks VERY much like the band sound.  Singer and guitarist Eddie lulls the crowd into a false sense of security with his mellifluous vocals, then slaps everyone into submission with a primal scream ripped straight from the depths of the blackest soul.  The contrast is amazing, and Wayter’s look, sound and crowd hark back to the days when gigs weren’t just another excuse for a fashion parade: these people are here to listen to good music, loud music, their music.  The band works well together as a unit, dirty bass and drums doing an excellent job of driving the songs forward, and there’s a moment during one of the tracks when Juan and Dan, the guitarist and bassist respectively, pull off a stunning display of synchronised pedal work, both hitting their marks with pistol like precision.  They’re definitely ones to watch for 2011, and I personally can’t wait for the 6th December when they release their debut single – Cheese Sandwich.

Gin Panic pull off a capable performance, but I feel they may have been let down by some sound problems, as I’ve heard them perform a lot better under different circumstances.  Still, there’s very little not to like about these guys.

Finally, Moneytree appear on stage to perform the third part of The Great Indoors triptych.  They’re joined by a special guest Anja McCloskey, on accordion and keyboard.
There’s a definite prog feel to these guys, each song pushing their instruments to the very limit, then dramatically shifting in tone and tempo, presumably to keep everybody on their toes.  The tunes look as fun to play as they sound, and there’s a definite groove in the air, complimented by the bands confidently cheeky engagement with the crowd in between songs.  They even manage to keep us all entertained with a bit of banter while the guitarist changes a string.  Everyone absolutely laps up the set, and when they’ve finished I’m sure I see them shifting more than a few copies of The Great Indoors Part III.

REVIEW: Cancer Bats

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The first band to kick the evening off were a four piece hailing from Paris, France called Vera Cruz. Not the most well known band on the bill, Vera Cruz gave their best efforts to please the crowd, running around the small but massive sounding stage, trying their very hardest to get the crowd going, which they did do, so very easily. sounding similar to bands such as Emmure and The Plight, Vera Cruz who may have been unfamiliar to me and many others in the audience, put on a very good performance that  I enjoyed. All in all it was a great start to the night.

Next up where the American hardcore punk band Trash Talk. I had been looking forward to seeing these guys live for a while now, and as I had hoped, they did not disappoint. In my opinion they were more like a joint head liner rather than a support act but never the less they came out swinging with screaming from the word go.  Trash Talk played through such tracks as  Explode, Rabbit Holes and Vultures from their newest and third album ‘Eyes and Nines’ which the packed out crowd went crazy for, kicking things up a notch from Vera Cruz. Within the first five minutes of their set, the vocalist jumps straight into the audience, provoking a mosh pit free for all, getting everyone involved and covering every inch of the stage. But this energetic performance didn‘t end there. The highlight for me during Trash Talks set came shortly after Lee, the vocalist opened up the side doors to The Limelight and went outside, but he didn’t just go by himself, he brought the circle pit outside with him, It was one crazy experience to watch but an awesome one at that. It was clear that the Sacramento band enjoyed their time playing to a hyped up Belfast crowd, even dedicating one of their songs to the boys in And So I Watch You From Afar. Trash Talk owned the stage, and from their performance, it was hard to see If the night could get any better.

But of course it could, and it did, as soon as The Cancer Bats walked out onto the already strikingly played stage. The Bats were on amazing  form last night, opening up with We are the Undead off their latest album ‘Bears, Mayors, Scraps and Bones’, which was full of ear busting guitar riffs and brash vocals. The connection that Liam made with the crowd made the Bats set even more enjoyable, with the singer and the crowd feeding off each other becoming more intense, but intense is just too faint a word to describe their performance. Liam was happy to express his love for gigging in Belfast, talking about his past experiences playing with The Gallows here back in 2008. Like Trash Talk the crowd could be seen head banging and moshing as well as a few people stage diving, Liam would do this several times through out the Bats set, hyping up the already fanatic crowd. The high-energy atmosphere was great, everyone enjoying the Cancer Bats time on stage and when possible the crowd could be heard roaring back the lyrics to each song played, if you think The Cancer Bats sound loud on a stereo, they are simply massive live.  One of the more brilliant moments of the night came when The Bats played their cover of the Beastie Boys song ‘Sabotage’ and I think the crowd where just as happy to hear it as I was. Shaking hands with the crowd after they played their final guitar chugging tune ‘Hail Destroyer’ it’s obvious that if the Bats ever return, Belfast will welcome them back with open arms.

Overall, last night will be one hard gig to forget, and if you weren’t there you missed out on an epic show.

The Tallest Man on Earth – Sometimes the Blues is Just a Passing Bird

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When bracketed, our recent history has witnessed a huge resurgence of folk music in the popular scene. Now this is neither a good nor a bad thing. Folk never died; quite to the contrary. And indeed, artists such as Duke Special, Iron & Wine, Foy Vance, Lightspeed Champion and Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy have kept the genre both dynamic, and firmly within the lens of those interested enough to follow it. Out of the above listed, across the board there is critical acclaim and cult like fan base – but no extreme popularisation(to the point that is, where we grow lethargic by the mention of the artist). Depending on the person, this has varying responses. The intimacy of folk music is such that should it become too well known, it loses its immediacy and its ability to connect. With Mumford & Sons, and Bon Iver – we have two examples of how this can be the case. Many fans of the previous two are caught in a flux, between an appreciation that bands of this sort can indeed still make it very big, but a worrying streak will tell them that such commercialisation could very well stunt future creativity. This is the hipster, indie position in many respects; that their favourite artists won’t feel the need to continue creating the kind of music they have in the past. It is a facile position, but such a worry cannot be laid towards The Tallest Man On Earth(TTOE, for brevity’s sake).

This is TTOE’s fourth release – encompassing two LPs and now, two EPs. Easily dismissed as a Bob Dylan wannabe by many (how much control can he have over his singing voice?) – this Swedish born man of average height in fact has a lot of weight on the contemporary folk scene. Bourgeoning by, well known and well noticed, but with a low profile; Kristian Matsson has a growing catalogue of evolving and relevant folk – strung with variations between simple pop love songs, to intricate fingerpicking melodies reminiscent of Nick Drake.

His first album, Shallow Grave, fully introduced TTOE to the scene, infused as it was with a grip on the banjo. The Wild Hunt, the second LP, saw him reach more exclusively for his acoustic guitar. And here, with Sometimes the Blues is Just a Passing Bird – he plugs it in and increases his own dynamism and songwriting ability. His evolution is slow, but that’s the type that both works lasts.

The actual structure of the EP is fairly common, five tracks and about seventeen minutes in length; making it not just easy to listen to, but easy to listen to several times on repeat. Discussing regular issues with a poetic tongue – tracking as he does the destructive qualities(?) of relationships, and the deterioration that can befall many of them in the EP’s opener – Little River. ‘You said, “All the time it needs to take.” And all the while, there’s a shiver from some fallen tear.’

Such destructiveness though, manifests itself in different ways in different people. For Kristian, it seems, he identifies himself as in part the root of such issues, both also relating to the demanding-ness of his suitors, ‘And I’m just a shadow of your thoughts in me, but sun is setting, shadow’s growing’.

Whether such a position is tenable is one issue, but it isn’t an issue that the lyrics dwell on. Simple escapism is offered by Kristian, as it also his objective, ‘And I said, “Oh my Lord, why am I not strong?” / Like the wheel that keeps travellers travelling on,/ Like the wheel, that will take you home.’ And when this fails, he recants youth with a simple allure, twisting it with an appreciation for the aesthetic with is hopeful and innocent, ‘You call up your owner, say your heart will be there, / You’ll build a collection of scars on your knees, / To learn how to count the impossible trees. / You grew up by climbing the birches so high, / And that’s why, / You’re so beautiful now.”

It is in this EP where TTOE has reached his own lyrical peak, maturing and developing as he has in the past three-to-four years. His musings on relationships, their inevitability, their fall, and the continuing striving for them is distinctive and captures the restless human condition he is attempting to convey.

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