Archive for May, 2008

Go to The Punt. It’s tonight.

Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

Make sure you head along to the Oxford Punt this evening. Running in venues across town from 6.00 pm until midnight(ish), it’s the best chance you’ll get all year to see as much local talent in one night as your poor brain can handle, and it’s an Oxford institution.  We’ll be reporting back on events later in the week, but for now, here’s the lineup:

Borders:
6.15 Faceometer
http://www.myspace.com/faceometer
7pm Desmond Chancer and the Long Memories
http://www.myspace.com/desmondchancerandthelongmemories

Purple Turtle
7.45International Jetsetters
http://www.myspace.com/internationaljetsetters
8.30 Tristan & The Troubadours
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=33119498
9.15 Elapse-O
http://www.myspace.com/elapseo
10pm Raggasaurus
http://profile.myspace.com/theraggasaurus

The Wheatsheaf
8.15 Cat Matador
http://www.myspace.com/catmatador
9pm Non-Stop Tango
http://www.myspace.com/nonstoptango
9.45 Alphabet Backwards
http://profile.myspace.com/alphabetbackwards
10.30 Rubberduck
http://www.myspace.com/rubberduckband

Thirst Lodge
8.30 Black Skies Burn
http://www.myspace.com/blackskiesburn
9.30 Little Fish
http://www.myspace.com/littlefishmusic
10.30 Sikorski
http://www.myspace.com/sikorskielectro
11.30 King Furnace
http://profile.myspace.com/kingfurnace

The Cellar
9pm Eduard Sounding Block
http://profile.myspace.com/eduardsoundingblock
10pm David K Frampton
http://www.myspace.com/davidkframpton
11pm 50ft Panda
http://www.myspace.com/50ftpanda
12 midnight Clanky Robo Gobjobs
http://www.myspace.com/clankyrobo 

Peanut Albinos- Falling from the saddle of a high horse

Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

Authenticity, there’s a vexed musical issue. How much does it matter when appropriating sounds and techniques, and at what point can doing something inauthetically become a tradition in its own right? If you want a handy analogy, try the British curry house: despite claims to the contrary stencilled in the bottom of restaurant windows, we all know that the madras you buy on a Friday night is not quite like what has been prepared in Madras for generations, but would it be wrong to say that the British curry menu is now a culinary heritage in its own right; and anyhow, if it tastes good, does it matter?

These thoughts float in the back of the mind as the Peanut Albinos’ EP opens with “The Most Insignificant Things”, a gorgeous concoction of bass, percussion, mandolin and bowed saw with a distinct North African flavour. However, although it’s probably nothing like what might get played in Tunis on an average evening, it does fit seamlessly into the 60s spy theme exotica sub-genre – think The Man From UNCLE visits Marrakech – and could easily be drawn from the dusty depths of some Ninja Tune artist’s crate marked “Obscure Samples”. Like a good prawn balti, the really significant fact is that it’s deeply satisfying, the bass creating a rubbery backdrop for some plucked strings so clipped and sharp they sound like needles dropping into lakes of crystal. The whole piece exhibits the most wonderful poise and delicacy, when it could so easily have become a knowing pastiche. Follow up “To Be A Number” introduces some vocals and ups the drama quota, but could have come from the same imaginary soundtrack.

“Just Another Day”’s unexpected banjo lope drags us unexpectedly across the globe to some sort of hillbilly campfire, where the rest of the CD seems content to kick back and relax…except the unexpected encroachment of some drunken lumberjacks on the chorus does break the spell somewhat (although the Albinos somehow get away with it). From hereon in we’re in the world of the backyard country ballad, all brushed drums, finger pickin’ banjos, guitar strums and world weary laments. Once again, the sense of restraint and control is quite astonishing, and almost unheard of at this level, but perhaps the compositions are somewhat pedestrian: only “How Do You Sleep, My Dear?” makes any sort of bid for the listener’s memory on the EP’s second half, resembling something Springsteen might knock off in one of his quieter moods.

Still, despite the feeling that it slopes off rather unobtrusively after it had started with such colour and tension, this record is still a real treasure with an understated style that’s as unexpected in Oxford as the melange of influences. If they could get a bit of Tom Waits grit into the vocals we could have one of the most intriguing live acts around. Note to self: go to Peanut Albinos gig.

Peanut Albinos Myspace

By David Murphy

Smilex- ‘7′

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

Smilex, purveyors of the lyric satiric,  have rarely been known to cause a pleasant sound. Indeed, their music could be ascribed the abrasiveness of a thorough sandpaper genital massage. But, for all that, it is bloody brilliant. Produced by ex-Skunk Anansie guitarist, Ace, the music is sinister, overbearing, raw and edgy to the point of extremity. There is no compromise: if at any point in the recording process a timid engineer has asked “d’you think we should tone down the distortion a bit?”  Smilex have undoubtedly replied with an evil grin; “no, keep it that way, we want to see bleeding ear drums.”  Make no mistake, they will never come anywhere near perfect, or even aesthetically pleasing, but they sound fucking good if you turn them up loud and dance like a leprechaun on magic mushrooms.
This seven track mini-album has been based on the “seven deadly sins” dreamt up by some boring old sod in bygone ages (Gregory the Great if Wikepedia can be trusted- Ed). In my blindness I can only see them as admirable qualities, but maybe if someone made me the pope I’d change my mind… The Sins – and the track titles – include; Sloth, Lust, Pride, Gluttony, Avarice, Envy and Wrath. Smilex major on WRATH. Never before has there been an ensemble of little energetic demons more capable of utterly destroying the subject of their evil attentions. And hell, why not? Because if anything’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. And the only proper way of dealing with the seven sins most worthy of eternal damnation, is with one bottle of absinthe, two of the biggest, greasiest pizzas you can find, complete nudity and Smilex, bloody loud and bloody offensive.

Smilex Myspace

By Ross Fisher

Rubber Duck

Wednesday, May 7th, 2008

If I think about standing in the middle of a packed, sweaty Wheatsheaf next Wednesday watching Rubber Duck at the Punt, I can imagine being enthused by their bright funk-rock, but they don’t shine on this recording. The little sample from Max Romeo & The Upsetters’ ‘Chase the Devil’ which opens the album shows they’re taking their inspiration from interesting places, the rhythm section is universally solid, and the eco-political message of many of the songs is admirable, but nothing pulls me into the music or forces me to listen to it again.

 

Rubber Duck are at their best when everything’s laid back, as on ‘Medication’, where they begin to tap into the bluesy hip-hop of G Love & Special Sauce, or on the wonderfully shambling ballad, ‘Angel’. Crucially, in these tracks the vocalist begins to relax a little and his voice shows its great natural potential; elsewhere, his delivery feels forced and ends up being much too nasal. The up-beat tracks are more of a mixed bag: on one hand, despite its title, ‘Emotional Revolution’ is a pretty stolid reggae-tinged lump, on the other, songs like ‘Pop’ and ‘Ocean Tide’ have a gleeful dynamism about them. ‘Ocean Tide’ in particular benefits from not having its momentum undermined too much by the incongruous use of seemingly random samples which are scattered throughout the album and only serve to defuse the mood. It’s not that they aren’t there, but somehow they don’t impinge as much as elsewhere.

 

In a sense, the album has too many different genres battling for space, from reggae through funk and bossa nova to straight-up pop-rock and electronica and the extremely polished presentation of the material somehow doesn’t help this meld, but sanitizes and dilutes what they’re trying to do. So, I have confidence that the slightly sloppier, rougher presentation that inevitably accompanies live performances will see Rubber Duck come into their own; this album, however, doesn’t stand out from the crowd.

 

Rubber Duck Myspace

 

By Daniel Mitchell

Out To Graze Festival

Monday, May 5th, 2008

News on a new festival: Out To Graze is a collaboration between Simple and Slide, Bassmentality and Skylarkin’ Soundsystem run over Friday 13 and Saturday 14 June at Rookery Farm, Shabbington Bucks, and features a mixture of live bands and DJs. On the bill are established Oxford acts including punk-popsters Baby Gravy, indie big-hitters International Jetsetters and Tunisian reggae outfit Raggasaurus. Tickets are £30 and available from Ryouki, St Ebbes and Baby Simple on the Cowley Road. Alternatively, tickets can be purchased from wegottickets.com. Proceeds go to the Oxford Wheels project, which aims to bring a new skate park to Oxford.

Boy Did Good – Enemies & Friends (demo)

Monday, May 5th, 2008

Irate musicians will often attack a bad review for the lack of “constructive criticism”, which seems to be a serious misreading of the function of sites like this.  Surely critics aren’t writing for the benefit of the artists (who really ought to just jack it in if they don’t already think their work is excellent), but for our peers, other potential listeners.  So, although it may come up in the course of proceedings, how to make music better is of less importance to us than explaining what’s wrong in the first place.  Besides, the easiest way to make most God-forsaken demos better is simply to press Eject and then try to forget the whole sorry affair.

All of which preamble sounds worryingly like the buffer zone before a complete critical disembowelling for the execrably-named Boy Did Good, but the squeamish amongst you can rest assured that this won’t happen.  What we’re getting at is wondering whether, in this case, we have any real connection with our peers at all.  We suppose the pertinent question is, “Do you want to hear some average, but not unpleasant, indie rocking?” If the answer’s “Yes please”, then Boy Did Good are the ones for you; if not…well, let’s leave them to it, it’s a pretty harmless occupation, all things considered.

If you want to know what flavours of not-unpleasant indie rocking BDG trade in, we can tell you that “Characters & Pieces” has a skipping beat that reminds us a little of the baggy era, without the stoned charm, and that The Arctic Monkeys and The Kaiser Chiefs are momentarily brought to mind.  With the exception of some incredibly sludgy, almost dubstep-style bass interjections, the song has very little to claim your attention, though there may be some foot tapping in evidence.

“That Girl Is Dangerous” starts more promisingly, with a tinny one chord strum, some more suet bass and thumping toms; just when it threatens to become hypnotically heavy, it steps up into a forgettable new-wave trot, and our mind starts to wander once again.  The rhythmic playing throughout the demo is very tight, the vocals are perfectly acceptable, if lacking in character, and there are some interesting breaks, fills and tacets, but the song in its entirety is as unimposing as the clichéd femme fatale lyrics.

A comparable tom pattern underpins “You, Me & The Other Three”, which uses a similar alternating rhythm guitar trick to the last tune.  In fact, a couple of shimmering chords aside, this is just the last song remade from another perspective, as we learn that “that boy is trouble”. Something average remade less interestingly with the sex roles inverted, what does that remind us of?  Oh, yes, Grease II.

If BDG want some of that mythical constructive criticism, it all depends on what they want to achieve.  If they want to be a world class band of professional musicians, we’d encourage them to think about every single note they play and lyric they write, and immediately excise anything that sounds threadbare and secondhand.  Eventually, after much graft, they may come up with something exciting.  If they just want to have a laugh, play some gigs here and there, and sink some beers, then we’ve nothing to add: it’s all fine.  Keep at it.  Hell, it’s probably alright live.  Not sure we’ll be making the pilgrimage to Reading to find out, however.

Boy Did Good Myspace

By David Murphy

MP3 Download: The Blitz Cartel

Monday, May 5th, 2008

This week’s MP3 download is ‘Ninja Punks, 1′ by The Blitz Cartel - click just here to have a listen and go here to find out more about the band.