The Wednesday What’s New? – Franz Nicolay

Ah, dear Franz Nicolay. Erstwhile keyboard player/soul of the Hold Steady, he released a very wonderful solo album recently and supported Eitzel on his recent tour. It is undoubtedly the best one-man guitar/accordion/banjo show you will see.

Here he is performing ‘Jeff Penalty’, a song detailing the time he was asked to support the Dead Kennedys, only to note they were hamstrung without one important component – Jello. Instead, some bloke named Jeff was doing the vocal chores. Having previously dismissed him, he reconsidered. It’s a song of punk rock redemption. Just don’t aske about Pisspuddles the Clown.

Franz’s album Major General is available now. You’ll probably have to go online for it, mind.

News Nuggets – Now made from 100% mechanically recovered news

neeeervanaThe end of a decade is a strange, unsettling time. Caught on the cusp of what has been and what is yet to come, we huddle in front of our flatscreens desperately trying to make sense of it all. Are you confused just now? You are not alone. The questions, those unanswerable questions, just seem to mount up….like, what’s with Richard Hammond’s hair in those Morrison’s adverts? Seriously. He looks like someone has cruelly blow-dried a basset hound whilst high on acid.

But we can’t sit here and talk about important issues like that, not when we have this week’s news round-up for you. Read more »

Mark Eitzel – Cabaret Voltaire, Edinburgh

Mark EitzelFor the truly great American bands of the 80s – R.E.M., Húsker Dú, The Replacements, Black Flag, Uncle Tupelo, The Pixies – success (or a relative of it) shined upon them at some stage, be it in those incarnations or for some of their members after the fact. For Mark Eitzel, it didn’t. American Music Club were as great, as cult and as important as anybody from those days, but no matter what he’s done he’s just found it that bit out of reach.

He’s never been an easy man to love, of course. Borderline alcoholic, gay and self-loathing for it, his songs have a vituperative honesty which make them more than a little unsettling. There is no varnish at all with Eitzel, yet tonight as he sings unadorned and accompanied only by sparse piano, his astonishing voice acts as a balm as his words simultaneously score your soul. Read more »

Grizzly Bear – Glasgow ABC2

GBVespertine on the happening Yanks –

Last time GB played Glasgow it was in the extremely intimate surroundings of Nice n Sleazy and so something has clearly been happening for them in the interim. That something is the album ‘Vekatamist’ and the live shows that have accompanied it. The album is this year’s left field guitar slow burner…..and a very busy venue for what is a fairly cold and dreich night shows that people are buying into their sumptuous blend of reverb, stop/start dynamics and close vocal harmonies. Read more »

The Songs That Saved Your Life – The 00s: What Now?

ColdplayIn the final part of our look at decade-defining works, we shift gears slightly and look at what the current era will be remembered for musically. Frankly, we’re gutted John and Edward won’t release a record before the qualifying period ends.

So, the 00s, or the noughties, or whatever you chose to call them. What will they be remembered for? Iraq? Black President? Economic catastrophe? ‘Jenny from the Block’? Read more »

The Wednesday What’s New – The Mountain Goats

This is a bit of a break in tradition today, as the Mountain Goats are nowhere near new, and this selection isn’t from their new album The Life of the World to Come. So sue us.

However, if you like idiosyncratic yet strangely moving lyrics put to rather spiffing tunes, you are just going to go nuts for this. Ball deep, in fact, or whatever the lady equivalent is. This is the awesome ‘Dance Music.’ Enjoy.

 

The Songs That Saved Your Life – The 90s: Loaded

screamadelicaThe decade where things could only get better brought the world cargo pants, Sunny Delight and Chris Evans. Musically, Grunge and Britpop could lay claim to being the defining movements of the era, though that’s to do a disservice to Jive Bunny. ELM suggests it wasn’t a band who could lay claim to the most important track, but rather a remixer…

In the 90s, pop proliferated. Genres split and everybody could listen to anything. Pop bands made the NME; indie bands made Top of the Pops. Dance, both chart-friendly and brain-damaging, was everywhere, and you were as likely to find Oasis t-shirts at Cream as you were to see day-glo. In short, boundaries came down. Read more »

The Songs That Saved Your Life – The 80s; Where Is My Mind?

Surfer RosaThere was more to the 80s than Duran Duran and massive cocaine habits, you know. Scandalously disregarding the work of Sonia, Salamander takes us through the fashions and then goes for a song coming right out of left field.

The 80s, then; the decade of big hair and enough hairspray to have caused the ozone layer to disintegrate, the fashion outrage that was shoulder pads, plastic jewellery, fluorescent leg warmers, flying suits, teabag shoes, dropwaisted skirts, double breasted shirts, boating jackets, Frankie Says Relax t-shirts (not together with the boating jacket, that would have been seriously uncool) and jeans which you spent hours with your mums sewing machine trying to take in to be as tight as humanly possible whilst still being able to get your legs into. Who can forget smelly rubbers, short hair (but worn with a pony tail), Miami Vice, Ford Capri’s, and taping the charts off the radio on a Sunday night with David “Kid” Jensen? Read more »

The Songs That Saved Your Life – The 70s: Autobahn

The 'Werk, as no-one called themIt wasn’t all ‘put ‘em away love’ and dreadful haircuts in the 70s, you know. There was also a massive rise in STD’s. And some sublime music. Vespertine makes his case for Kraftwerk to get the recognition they deserve….

 

We are driving on the Autobahn
In front of us is a wide valley
The sun is shining with glittering rays
The driving strip is a grey track
White stripes, green edge
We are switching the radio on
We are driving on the Autobahn

 

The task given to me by ELM was an almost impossible one. “A song that defines the 1970s please” was the request. Where to begin? I decided to look at artists and songs which defined and time and a place, drew from the past and also pointed very much to how the future would look. The band that stood out was Kraftwerk. Read more »

The Songs That Saved Your Life – The 60s: Helter Skelter

BeatlesAh, the 60s. In the second part of our series, Scant Regard argues the case for one of the Fabs most out-there tracks defining the decade. Must have just pipped ‘Needles and Pins’.

So the 60s have become synonomous with the dawning of a new musical outlook – the movement from rock n roll to, well, everything we know as mainstream music, happened in the decade that if you remember, you weren’t there. Could anyone alive in 1960 have predicted the power of music that made 500,000 people descend on a rural NY farm 9 years later to do drugs, have sex, oh and watch some cool bands?

It’s not just the music that came out of the 60s that is so astounding, it’s the pace of change which is staggering.

The living embodiment of this change were, of course, the fab four themselves, The Beatles. Now, a lot of you popular music bashing philistines will criticise me for being obvious, but, frankly, I don’t give a shit. Cliches become cliches for a reason. For me, nothing embodies this change, and gives a clearer indication of things to come for all of our ears than ‘Helter Skelter.’

This song is a revelation whenever you listen to it – it’s noisy, and rambunctious and fucking good. But think about where it came from: released in 1968, just 8 years after the band were formed to play rock n roll covers, and marks, for me, the sheer force of the talent brought together so advantageously to make up what would become the best band in the world.
Helter Skelter is raw, it’s loud and it’s visceral.

Think back to the fact that 5 years earlier, these four mop tops were playing Buddy-Holly-light to teenage girls. And forward to the fact that it in another 9 short years we’d be spitting and calling the Queen a fascist on Top of the Pops.

It is cited by some bands as the beginning of heavy rock, and it was written by a balladeer, apparently. And for me, it’s the best example of how the 60s changed our musical landscape forever.