Martin has written quite a bit about the horrors of AI recently, and I'm with him a hundred per cent. It's frightening that pop music of the next couple of decades looks like it'll be dominated by robot singers performing robot songs... until the Human Uprising of 2051, at least.
JC has also experimented with AI - and been unfairly lambasted for it, although I will admit to being one of the lambasters.
I was made aware of an amusing AI-related piece of nonsense recently though. Apparently, if you're still listing CDs for sale on eBay (and why you'd do that, since eBay started adding 85p onto the sale price of every CD for "Buyer Insurance", is anybody's guess), and you can't be bothered writing a description (or stealing one from discogs), you can let the eBay AI do it for you. With hilarious results. Here's a few I tried...
The Jam - All Mod Cons
The product is a CD featuring a compilation of Mod music with all the modern conveniences. This collection of songs embodies the style and energy of the Mod movement, providing listeners with a nostalgic trip back to the heyday of this influential music genre. perfect for fans of Mod music looking to enjoy the classic sounds in a convenient and high-quality format.
The "George Best Wedding Present" is a unique and thoughtful gift for a wedding occasion, presented in the form of a CD. This gift is likely to contain music that holds sentimental value to the couple, making it a special addition to their wedding day. The CD format makes it a convenient and versatile present that can be enjoyed by the couple at any time, serving as a lasting reminder of the special day.
The product is a CD by Belle & Sebastian titled "Boy with the Arab Strap." The album features a mix of indie pop and alternative rock music, with lyrics written in English and Arabic. The unique blending of languages and musical styles reflects the band's distinctive sound and cultural influences. Fans of indie music and those interested in exploring music that incorporates different languages will enjoy this album.
Yes, I was disappointed that the AI didn't know what an Arab Strap is.
The product is a CD titled "Half Man Half Biscuit – Achtung Bono." This music CD features a mix of songs from the Irish rock band U2, reimagined as if performed by a half-man, half-biscuit hybrid character. The unique and playful concept of this CD is likely to appeal to fans of U2 and those who enjoy experimental or humorous music. With a CD format, listeners can enjoy the unconventional and entertaining sound that this album has to offer.
But I saved this for last because I'd never seen the video before. DAVID THEWLIS! Top work, lads.
Yard Act - Where's My Utopia
The "Yard Act: Where's My Utopia" CD by the artist Utopia, released under the record label Act, offers a musical journey exploring themes of idealism and reality. With a unique blend of melodies and lyrics, this album challenges listeners to question their perceptions of a perfect world. Dive into the imaginative realm crafted by Utopia and discover a sound that is both captivating and thought-provoking.
Todd Rundgren fans might be a little confused if they buy this CD...
I thought about turning this into a series and getting the eBay AI to describe all my favourite records... then I thought again. I don't want to give the AI any more work.
Richard Herring's question of the week, from his excellent book Emergency Questions...
What's the best museum you've ever been to?
Rich's answer to this is the Keswick Pencil Museum, which I have to say takes some beating. He's probably being sarcastic, although maybe not, because I'm sure he appreciates a good pencil like the rest of us. Having been there myself, I can highly recommend it.
The photo at the top of the page was taken in the Weston Park Museum in Sheffield, which was probably the first museum we ever took Sam to... but we still enjoy visiting it today. The woolly rhino is worth the price of admission on its own... or it would be, if admission wasn't free.
A more local museum that we still pop into from time to time, even though it'll only kill half an hour or so is the Tolson Musuem in Ravensknowle Hall, Huddersfield. There are a few old cars, an old trolleybus and... best of all, a horse that has been cut in half to reveal its skeleton. From one side, it's a horse, from the other... brrr!
The South Yorkshire Aircraft Museum has also become a regular summer stop for Sam and I. An excellent collection of old planes and helicopters, some that you can sit in and pretend you're a pilot.
I like a museum that allows you to step back in time and see the world as it was in days gone by. One of the best of these is Ryedale Folk Museum in North Yorkshire; it's like wandering around an old village and you can go into the old shops, farm buildings and cottages and really feel like you've gone back in time.
Finally, there's the National Science and Media Museum in Bradford - formerly known (back when I worked in the city) as the National Museum of Photography, Film and Television. They have lots of ever-changing interactive exhibits, but the best thing is the Hall of Mirrors. They were closed last year for extensive renovation, so I'm looking forward to seeing what's new in the summer holidays.
Having listed some of the best museums Sam and I have visited over the years, I still haven't answer Richard Herring's question. My favourite museum? Well, it'd have to be this one...
Do you know the history of the trench coat? What it represents and who it's for? What I want to know is who would want a coat So close to the floor? I went to the Trench Coat Museum to see 'em A thousand different cuts Like pelts from another dream Stuffed and bursting at the seams Cause I'm fishing for a theme If it's somewhere in between A day's honest graft and constantly fleeing the crime scene...
Here's what the web of lies tells me the best of songs 2024 are. I can't say I've heard most of them, although I do quite like the one at #3 in the UK list (thanks to Sam)...
Other than that, it's good to see Cliff is still popular... (We Don't Talk Anymore is #4 on the Billboard list?!)
We shall now conclude my own list, featuring two artists who haven't troubled the charts at all this year... or ever... and one act that is doing slightly better.
3. American Aquarium - The Fear Of Standing Still
My favourite Americana / rock band of the last few years return with another exemplary set of mature, emotive and occasionally devastating tunes. As frontman BJ Barham explains...
Ultimately, "The Fear of Standing Still" is a record about growing up and growing older. I am not the wild partying 21 year old rock n roll front man that I used to be. I'm a husband. I'm a father. I've been sober for a decade now. It's a record that proves you don't have to always be going 100mph to find success in this business. It's a record that says "it's ok to take a minute to reflect on how far you've come, not worry about how much further you have to go". For the longest time I thought that if I took my foot off the gas for even a second, I would lose all the ground that I had gained. Fatherhood changed that. I've found a really beautiful balance between rock n roll and family and I wanted a record that showcased that freedom.
And I've featured it here before, but this one may well be my song of the year...
The curse of growing old is watching everything you love and know Bloom, die and fade away The only thing more terrifying than coming face to face with dying Is learning there's a price we all must pay for another day That price is change, unavoidable change
2. The Indelicates - Avenue QAnon
Fortunately, I've been writing blogs a long time now, so I'm able to take you back in time for a little journey through the Indelicates discography, starting with their debut record, American Demo, back in 2008...
And finally, a band who - if there were any justice in the world - would have enjoyed similarly Elbow-like heights of glory in 2008. You're probably all sick of me going on about The Indelicates - but somebody has to! And if all my wittering has made them just one extra fan, it'll be worth it. I've said it before; I stand behind my opinion... Band of the Year - Album of the Year - Debut of the Decade. Nuff said.
Scoring my favourite album of 2008 with their debut, American Demo, the Indelicates returned to prove there's no such thing as Difficult Second Album Syndrome (and they're already working on their third). Broadening their musical horizons in all kinds of different directions (if I were a true muso, I'd namedrop Kurt Weill and the like - but what do I know about these things?), this is further proof of their genius. Witty, angry, iconoclastic, tender, surprising, joyful, intense, uncompromising... etc. etc. etc.
Apologies to The Indelicates then, it would have been nice to let them win three albums in a row, but brutal honesty must give the award to Frank Turner this year. Truth is, any one of the albums in the Top Five would have been a worthy victor in less exciting years.
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
My Top Twenty Albums of 2013
16. The Indelicates - Diseases of England
Considering every previous Indelicates album has made my Top 3 come the end of its release year (and their debut is still my favourite album of the 21st Century), Simon and Julia will probably be disappointed at a Number 16 placing (yeah, like they give a shit). Diseases of England was a fine record by anybody else's standards, but a little too all-over-the-shop to form a cohesive whole (it didn't help that they released it in three chunks due to financial hardship). Still great: just damned by comparisons to its predecessors.
Saturday, 5 December 2015
My Top Albums of 2015
11. The Indelicates - Elevator Music
A new Indelicates album is always a source of great excitement in this house. This is the band who, with their debut single, created - if not my favourite song of the 21st Century, then certainly the one against which I measure all others. "I love it... but do I love it as much as We Hate The Kids?" The answer is invariably no.
Five albums in and things have changed a lot for Simon and Julia Indelicate. They're no longer the darlings of the blogosphere, as they were back in 2006/7. Those kids they hate won't ever hear their music nowadays... and neither will many other people, save the devoted few. They're not cool anymore (where they ever?) and despite running their own record label, and recently becoming parents, you get the feeling time has passed The Indelicates by. Which is one of the greatest tragedies in "popular" music, if you ask me. But you didn't, did you?
All that said, there's really nothing to stop them making their latest album another (totally unhip) concept album, based around a mind-stretching sci-fi story about "the singularity, virtual realities and the generation stuck between space ages". If nobody's listening, you can be true to yourself and do whatever you like: and thus is true art born.
Anyway, I've listened to this record quite a bit and while I don't quite agree with the band's pronouncement that it's their best yet (if I did, it'd be Number 1, not Number 11), it's certainly their most varied and experimental. While their last concept album, 2011's excellent David Koresh Superstar, shared Trey Parker and Matt Stone's unabashed loved of huge American musicals (along with a splash of the South Park boys' irreverent humour), this one goes for broke with earthy folk songs, lush piano instrumentals and (as on previous records) huge rock numbers that sit firmly in the Venn diagram intersection between Bertolt Brecht, Carter USM and Jim Steinman. Beyond the moments which echo Public Service Broadcasting's lamentation for the death of the space race, I've no idea what any of this is truly about, but it is the most honest and individual record you'll hear all year, completely unconcerned with the vagaries of fashion. A lot is written these days about the death of indie, but that's just hogwash. The true spirit of indie will live on as long as the Indelicates are making their own music their own way.
Friday, 22 December 2017
My Top 17 Albums Of 2017 #1
1. The Indelicates - Juniverbrecher
The death of Little England through Brexit, parochialism and Saville. This staggering musical banishing spell urges hope.
The Indelicates remain my favourite band of the 21st Century. They are responsible for the most exciting single of the millennium so far (We Hate The Kids) and a series of albums that are always surprising, witty, literate and fun. They embrace a wide range of musical styles, from guitar pop to glam, embracing Brelian theatrical pomp and Jerry Lee Lewis piano. They're not afraid to admit to loving Jim Steinman. They're also indie in its most pure sense, having proudly resisted any kind of record deal since 2009, setting up their own label (Corporate Records) to promote their work and that of like-minded souls. They won't suck up to the music press (30 years ago, the NME would have been all over this band: the fact that they ignore them now is testament to what the NME has become) or radio (I'm always amazed that Lamacq doesn't support them). They are a cottage industry who rely on a loyal fanbase and word of mouth from the blogosphere to get their music heard... and I'm happy to play my (miniscule) part in helping promote their new record, Juniverbrecher. Because it's a record we need now more than any other.
As you can see, I'm quite a fan of The Indelicates... and I can never understand why I'm in the minority. Perhaps it's that their musical stylings stray farther from their indie roots with each successive album. They currently describe themselves thus: "Punk Folk Cabaret, Concepts, & Musicals." But there's a healthy chunk of 80s pop on their latest record too.
As is always the case with Indelicates records though, what it sounds like is only half the story... the real question is: What's it all about?
This time, it's the evils of the internet. Qanon, 4chan, the "dark" web... those hidden breeding grounds for bitterness, loathing and insurrection that feed the incels, Trump fanatics and the end of the world as we know it. To steal the end of my previous review back in 2017, the Indelicates "are a cottage industry who rely on a loyal fanbase and word of mouth from the blogosphere to get their music heard... and I'm happy to play my (miniscule) part in helping promote their new record. Because it's a record we need now more than any other.
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1. Yard Act - Where's My Utopia?
So. After devoting so much blog-space to the record at #2 this year, how can I honestly justify placing Yard Act's second long player one space higher?
Is this album just at Number #1 in a desperate attempt to appear relevant and vaguely "cool" in the eyes of the cognoscenti?
Am I voting for Yard Act purely because they're from Leeds and they shoot their videos in Huddersfield?
Didn't Yard Act have the unfair advantage of having released their album back in March, while The Indelicates only put theirs out in late October?
All the above is probably true.
What can I tell you?
On the other hand, none of that should detract from the fact that this is a very fine record indeed, equal parts Pulp, Happy Mondays and... well, JC says The Fall, so I'll go with that.
The only complaint I have about Where's My Utopia is that they couldn't find room for the stand-alone single which preceded it, Trenchcoat Museum, because that's in a bitter fight with The Curse of Growing Old to be my song of the year (even though it was released late last year).
Even if they lose that battle, Yard Act still win Album Track of the Year for this...
I think it's fair to say that this was the year of Yard Act. In this house, at least. Even Sam is united with me on how great they are. Now that his musical tastes are beginning to stray away from what his dad's been feeding him for the past eleven years (as is only right), it does my heart good to hear him singing along to this one in his bedroom...
A few months back, Swiss Adam featured a song by Lana Del Rey and I remarked that I can only really listen to her music on compilations, a track here and there, not a whole load of them in a row.
And then, just to prove myself wrong (for the one billionth time), I started getting into her 2019 record Norman Fucking Rockwell!... or NFR! if you don't want to upset your granny. It's actually an appropriate album title, because, as usual, Lana's songs are seeped in the faded American glamour of a bygone era (although, truth be told, I thought Norman Rockwell was the guy who painted American Gothic, so I was surprised to learn that was Grant Wood, and that Norman's work was quite different... call me an art philistine, but I'm still learning) AND because Lana swears. A lot. For an album that's essentially a bunch of 70s Elton John piano ballads with the occasional nod to hip hop, it's quite surprising how many f-bombs she drops.
Am I getting old? Swearing in music used to be quite shocking. Nowadays, everyone's at it. Especially the women! Even the latest Taylor Swift album is full of effing and jeffing. I'm not complaining as such, and I'd be a hypocrite if I pretended to be shocked or said I never used such language myself (get in a car with me and you'll hear plenty), but as a parent and a teacher, I do find it concerning. Sam's getting to the age now where he's drifting away from my music to discover his own pop. I always knew that would happen, and I'm not going to fight it because it's a necessary part of growing up and developing your own identity... but still, swear words are everywhere these days. I'm not even sure they bother with radio edits any more - though what the hell Radio One does, I've no idea. There's an argument: all this means is that the profanities we grew up with have lost their power, and that's natural ("bloody" was still a shocking word when I was a kid), but where do we go from there? Fuck knows.
I spent ages the other day editing a "shit" out of the Yard Act song below so that I could include it on an in-car CD. I'm not sure why I bothered...
(That's looking like being my album of the year, by the way. Just giving you a heads up. Can't see anyone else taking the crown between now and December.)
Anyway, back to Lana and NFR. The swearing isn't what endears me to this record, though Fuck It, I Love You is a pretty good song. Beyond the echoes of Hollywood glamour I mentioned before, I think what I like most about her writing is the way she wallows in self-pity. Always good to hear. In fact, the best two songs on the album come right at the end. First there's this...
If he's a serial killer, then what's the worst
That could happen to a girl who's already hurt?
I'm already hurt
If he's as bad as they say, then I guess I'm cursed
And then comes this, perhaps her finest hour, reaching Morrissey-levels of melancholia, back when that was still a cool comparison to make (how I wish I didn't have to qualify any reference I make to the Stretford Sectarian as I do these days). If I was a teenage girl (hell, if I was still a teenage boy), I'd be playing this one on loop...
Ben: I think that makes me hate him even more because he's just thrown the rest of his band under a bus.
Once again it's all about him.
Rol: Not to mention disrespecting their entire fanbase.
(Still, more points for Robert Palmer though.)
I was having a pleasant evening.
Now I'm really wound up.
Just watched the first two episodes of Archive 81 on Netflix.
Pretty good so far.
Is that out? I read about it a while back. Not sure I'll be able to persuade Louise to watch it. How scary is it? How "real"? She can cope with fantasy horror like Midnight Mass, but not stuff that looks too real anymore...
Not scary. More like a creepy thriller mystery. Just come out. Very real.
Hmm. I'll see if I can trick her into watching it.
I went to get my haircut today. Had to find a new hairdresser now I'm no longer in Barnsley. Drove past a shop on the way home from Leeds with an old guy cutting hair, immediately thought: he's my guy.
He didn't let me down. It was like having my hair cut by one of the Last of the Summer Wine cast. He kept making sweeping sexist statements, of the "will your tea be on the table when you get home?" kind, and then he told me a lengthy story about a rag and bone man who kept a donkey in his kitchen, and another about a guy he knew who had no brakes in his car, so if he gave you a lift, he would slow down by sticking his feet out the door.
I'm definitely going back there.
Was your tea on the table?
Pak choi?
With miso and udon?
My tea was in the dog.
And we only have cats.
Did the barber make a joke about Chinese food there?
You'll be disappointed to hear that he made no racist remarks at all.
Not all bigots are into everything.
I bow to your superior knowledge of bigotry.
I think you need to read the anti racist baby book again.
Is the baby meant to be singing a song and doing an interpretive dance there?
Kate Bush's choreographer?
I'm going to buy you a copy for your birthday.
I already have enough books I can't get through.
Thoughts on Yard Act?
I can't decide whether I like them or not.
Their new album is out and I still can't decide.
Never heard of them. Wait a minute...
I see what you mean. Can't decide if they deserve more of my attention or if he's just a bad stand up character.
Yeah, that's exactly it. I sit down with it but go back and forth whether it's good or not.
And he reminds me of Mr. C. from The Shamen.
I got a new badge at work today.
Still using your Witness Protection name when you teach, I see.
They'll never find me.
Plus, it keeps the kids from googling my blog.
They managed to make your forehead both smaller and larger at the same time.
And look at you rocking an under t-shirt!
I wear under t-shirts all the time in the summer. Never been a vest man.
Is it like starting a new identity at a new school?
It's a chance to reinvent myself.
I persuaded Louise to watch the first Archive 81. She just about made it through.
How much did they pay you to play Samuel?
(The actor in the green top looks exactly like Ben. In case you were wondering what he looks like.)
£12.50 and a Lion Bar.
Need to fire my agent.
Can't even eat the Lion Bar since it's got dairy in it.
And lions.
They stopped that back in the 80s.
Bloody PC brigade!
Huh. Next you'll be telling me the same applies to Penguins.
World gone mad.
They've always used imitation penguins, like crab sticks.
Shut up.
Hopefully now we're out of the bloody EU we can get back to being great and using the real thing again.
And none of those shite metric measurements.
I want seven quibwongs to a yard again.
(Do you mean a yard act?)
I'm looking forward to breaking my teeth on a post-Brexit Double Decker.
As we move away from the EU food and drink directive, we can enjoy moving towards the US FDA style FREEDOM Res restrictions.
You will soon be able to enjoy 100% naturally synthetic nougat style chew.
All natural, obviously.
Which in the US is legally a marketing term and has no basis in natural ingredients.
I'm looking forward to everyone eating those little compressed astronaut meals.
They contain real food. You won't be getting them.
Just seen the new Scream film. It's very good.
Please tell me Courtney Cox dies this time.
Sorry. Ghostface appears before the film and tells us we can't tell anybody anything about it or he'll come for us.
