There always has to be someone who spoils it before we even get there, eh?
Let's not bother. We'll stay in and embrace some clean water instead, for National Clean Your Aquarium Day. Any excuse to play something from these guys... ooh, wait - looks like they've got a new song out!
Here's another way to clean the air. Today is also the International Day for Countering Hate Speech so this seems pretty appropriate...
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...
BJ Barham's band American Aquarium are back with a new album, The Fear of Standing Still, and as has become customary, he's not pulling any punches...
I watched my father put his father in the ground
Without a single solitary tear falling down
On the car ride home I remember asking why
He said, "It's simple, son, you're born, you live a little, then you die
Crying ain't gonna bring them back, it's just a waste of time"
My grandmother made it all the way to 93
She saw countless wars, electric cars and colour TV
But then I start to think about all the family and friends
She lost, and how lonely it must have been there at the end
And that's one race to the finish, I'm betting no one wants to win
And 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
So the only time I ever saw my father cry
Daytona 01, the day that Senior died*
It's safe to say that was the day that he finally saw
That no star burns forever, eventually they must fall
Raise hell, praise Dale, death is coming for us all
And 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
(*Senior is American stock car racing driver Dale Earnhardt who died in a crash on February 18, 2001. It's not necessary to know that to be affected by this song, but I had the question and now I know the answer.)
Before we start this week's Coffee Break... I need your help.
Louise was telling me last week about a record her dad used to play when she was a kid. Apparently, towards the end of the track, you can hear the sounds of police knocking on the door and the band quickly flushing away the illicit drugs they were smoking before the rozzers knocked. Despite extensive google searching, I've been unable to work out what this song might be... so I'm throwing it out to you guys. Any ideas?
I've never been a smoker. I never saw the appeal of cigarettes, even when all the other kids at school were hanging around outside the local newsagents, trying to persuade older kids to go inside and buy them a pack of Benson and Hedges. I tried smoking once, when I was in my 20s and I was very drunk. And I only did it to impress a girl. Fortunately, it was too late for it to take hold, so that was my first and last cigarette. She didn't seem that impressed anyway.
I'm glad smoking cigarettes went out of fashion - for everyone's sake... but I kind of miss it too. I don't want to go back to people smoking in pubs and on buses, in restaurants and the cinema... even though that was the world we grew up in. The stale stench of cigarettes that was associated with so many of the places we grew up in, not to mention the fresh fug that often greeted you in such places... how is it possible to miss something you wouldn't ever want to come back?
It's surprising how many songs there are which link coffee with cigarettes. They used to go together like bacon and eggs, fish and chips, apple pie and custard... well, there are more songs about coffee and cigarettes than any of the above. Caffeine and nicotine are both stimulants, but many people smoked as a relaxant... so were the two drugs teaming up, counteracting each other or having a big scrap in a smoker's system? I found one study online that suggested a morning coffee helped beat nicotine cravings while another suggested that being both a smoker and a coffee drinker made you 8 times more likely to have a heart attack.
You rarely see anyone smoking a real cigarettes anymore. It's all bloody e-cigs nowadays, which some idiot decided were better for us... though clearly they're not. We already know they're bad, but we don't know the half of it, I reckon.
I'm reminded of adverts like these any time somebody tries to defend their vaping habit.
I don't yet know of any songs about drinking coffee and vaping at the same time, but vaping on its own is already starting to creep into the songwriter's lexicon. Ernie mentioned a tune just last week about Kids Vaping on the Double Decker Bus. And here's a couple more, firstly a great tune from Dougie Poole about the dangers of vaping in the workplace...
...and secondly, a cautionary tale from the hilarious* Wolves of Glendale, one of my favourite musical discoveries of 2024.
For as long as I've had a blog, I've filled most of December with a year end countdown of my favourite albums (and on my old blog, I used to do films, books, TV shows and comics too).
Since 2018, I've been doing a list as long as the final number in the year - 18 for 2018, 19 for 2019... last year, it was my Top 22 of 2022, but I think it's fair to say that the top four at least were all better records than anything I've heard this year.
That's not to say it's been a bad year for music. A lot of my favourite artists have put out new discs (or, in Kevin Morby's case, not bothered to put them on a disc at all, just plonked them on the interweb), but none of those records felt like they came from performers at the very top of their game. Unlike the ones I selected by Half Man Half Biscuit, Frank Turner, Craig Finn and American Aquarium this time last year.
I'm also frustrated by the fact that December is never the best time to decide your favourite albums of the past year, since you're still listening to half of them and haven't even heard a bunch more. A good example of this is that I just managed to squeeze the most recent First Aid Kit album into my Top Ten last year after only a few listens. I then continued to listen to it well into the summer, by which time my appreciation had rocketed - it's equally as good as any of the records mentioned above.
Anyway, the way I feel right now is that there's been a lot of great songs this year, but not as many great collections of songs. (This opinion may well have changed by next March.) Many of the old faithfuls delivered, but didn't quite scale previous heights. That doesn't bother me - I'm not one of those people who expects every record to be better than the last one. But I just didn't think I could subject you all to 23 reviews of 23 albums I liked, but didn't quite love. I managed to cobble together a Top Ten, just like in the old days (sometimes I have to remind myself what this blog is called), but the rest of the time between now and the end of the year, I'm just going so share some of my favourite songs. Like this one...
Spanish Love Songs - Lifers
Spanish Love Songs are one of those cool hipster bands that Ben likes and he's gradually been persuading me to do the same. I was particularly impressed with their song The Boy Considers His Hair Cut, which I featured on a Self-Loathing Friday just over a year ago. And their new album, No Joy... well, that's clearly a no-brainer. They remind me a little bit of Ezra Furman doing their best attempt at Springsteen, or (don't tell Ben) The Killers back when they were cool. And then the write lyrics like these...
It's the notion that your body is never gonna change
The baby fat that's hiding in your cheeks won't fade
And you're not sure why, but when you leave the house you circle the block to cry
And these...
So do you think that we'll outrun it?
Get past the pain of simply being?
Every time you want out of your body
Or can't get your head around this dream
You swore you loved it more
When you couldn't guess the end
It's never adding up
But don't write yourself out of the equation
Is 51 a good time to turn Emo?
Meanwhile, as I mentioned First Aid Kit above, I might as well throw this in to close today, a song in which they help out one of their recent tour-mates on backing vocals. Lola Kirke is a singer and actress (quite successful, it appears, though I can't claim to have seen anything she's been in). Born in London, raised in New York, yet she makes sparkly Americana that verges on good old fashioned Country & Western. George Strait, I'm sure, would approve of the song title below. Judging from the video though, Lola is probably spending time in Alcatraz for indecent exposure. Hopefully she'll be back out soon...
Lola Kirke feat. First Aid Kit - All My Exes Live In LA
Last Friday night. I went to my first gig in over 4 years. Covid finished off my musical social life, and I'd pretty much resigned myself that gigging was a thing of the past, a younger man's game, many fond memories but not for me anymore.
Then late last year, I took a punt on a couple of tickets for one of my favourite bands of the moment, American Aquarium. The price of tickets puts me off these days too, but these were just over £15 each - excellent value for a 6 piece band coming all the way from North Carolina to play one of the smallest venues in Manchester.
As is often the case, the night of the gig rolled round and I wasn't sure I had it in me. It had been a tough week at work, largely due to the extended commute, and I was knackered. Too old to rock n roll? The only reason I forced myself to go was that I'd arranged to meet my old gig-buddy, Dave, and I hadn't seen him since pre-Covid either. Dave used to be a dead ringer for David Gedge... nowadays he looks a little more like E from Eels. It works for him.
How was the show? Well, let's just say I've had my faith in the power of live music well and truly restored. American Aquarium are a great band on record, but live... lead singer BJ Barham has the live presence of Joe Strummer and the lyrical intensity of Bruce. The rest of the band play like they've relocated E Street to the south and thrown in a pedal steel guitar. I came straight home and ordered their entire back catalogue (minus the ones I already owned) from their website. (It helped that they had a CD sale on, balancing out the price of shipping from the States.) Yes, it was the kind of a gig.
Here's one of the old songs I hadn't heard before which was a highlight of the setlist...
I've not mentioned the support, because he deserves a post of his own. Next week.
Truly, I have been reborn! Two more gigs lined up for later in the year...
I’ve posted a couple of tracks from the latest American
Aquarium record this year, and the response has been deafening tumbleweed. Undaunted,
here they are again…
I’ve been running in circles most of my days
And I still can’t find a path that keeps me out of my own way
From a long line of losers with bad luck in their veins
Carrying the weight of a lifetime of mistakes
They say time is the cruellest trick of all
You’re riding high, next thing you know
Your back’s against the wall
You can’t take it with you when you go
And we’ve all got to die someday
When it all turns to black, we’ll be left looking back
At all the things we lost along the way
For what it’s worth, the new American Aquarium record is
very good. I’ve had it on rotation in the car since June and by now I know the
words to every song and sing along at full pelt when they come on.
You know, like we used to do when we were kids. This might sound insane (or
maybe not: see above) when you consider that songwriter BJ Barham lists the
themes of this record thus: “Loss, Death, Darkness, Suicide, Divorce, Losing A
Child, Losing A Parent, Losing A Spouse, Addiction, Recovery.”
I swear I’m gonna lose my mind
If I have to hear about God’s plan one more goddamn time
I’m just staring at the sky, begging for an excuse
I never knew hard until I took apart
That room that never got used
Hardly sounds like a rousing singalong collection, does it?
And yet, this is an amazingly uplifting album. BJ has obviously been through a
lot this past couple of years, but not all the above stories are from personal
experience. Barham has a Springsteen-esque skill of creating very believable
characters that blur the lines between fiction and autobiography. Even the most
emotional songs are tinged with hope though. The key word in that list then is
“Recovery”. It’s a hugely cathartic album. Maybe that’s why it meant so much to
me.
As I was writing this review, I did something I haven’t done
in a long time. I was pootling about on the band’s website, gathering info for
some of the above and I noticed they were playing in Manchester in February. On
a Friday night! So, I bought a couple of tickets. I don’t do that sort of thing
any more, and I certainly can’t afford it. I might not even go. But I wanted to
give something back to American Aquarium, because they’ve certainly given me a great
deal over the past couple of years. More than most, they understand the
cathartic power of music.
It was a spiritual change
I’m no longer the same, I’ve turned a page
In one afternoon, a three minute tune
Was my coming of age
Two of my favourite albums this year feature songs about the suicide of a close friend. Maybe I'm just a misery-guts. I do understand suicidal thoughts though. Like many people, I have been haunted by them at various times throughout my life. But I couldn’t ever act upon them because I know the impact it would have on my loved ones. And not just those in my immediate circle.
A year or so back, I received news than an old girlfriend had taken her own life. I hadn’t seen her in 20 odd years, but I still wondered if there was something I could have done. I don’t know if that’s egotistical. It wasn’t as though I was part of her life anymore: we’d parted on good terms (but it was her decision) and she’d gone on to marry and have children. The crazy thing is, on the outside at least, she was the happiest person I ever knew. And I know that doesn’t mean anything. But I’ll always wonder why and what if?
Waking Up The Echoes comes from the powerful new album by American Aquarium, Chicamacomico. Lead singer BJ Barham wrote the track about the death of a close friend, although he struggled to do so for many years. “It’s about looking back on a troubled person and choosing to focus on the good times instead of the dark times.”
I wish you’d have called me
Maybe I could have talked you down
But the thing that I wish most of all
Is that you were still around
Frank Turner’s latest album, FTHC, is one of the best of his career. One of many highlights is A Wave Across A Bay, a tribute to Frank’s friend Scott Hutchinson, lead singer of the band Frightened Rabbit, who died in 2018.
Goddam, I miss you man
It was just weeks before you left that we were speaking
I just wish that you had told me you were leaving
Before you walked your final mile
I’m not pissed off at you, man
You had something in your soul that we could recognise
You were one of us, but you’d worked out how you could survive
You know when you're having a bad day, and you switch on the radio and hear a tune that turns it around? It might be an old favourite... or it might be something you've never heard before that speaks directly to you, and sends you scrabbling for a pen to write down the title and the artist for further investigation.
American Aquarium know that feeling... and lead AA-man B.J. Barham has written a song to celebrate it.
I turn the radio on
And out comes a song I didn't recognize
The way the singer was singing
My heart was connected, I was hypnotized
How can something that I've never heard in my life
Pull me back into the light
To be honest, the video rather over-sells the idea, but it's a great tune despite that. The new American Aquarium album was crowd-funded in just under 2 days. More power to the people!
As mentioned last week, I returned to my workplace last Tuesday. At what would normally be a really busy time of year in the college building, I had the place virtually to myself. There were other people about, but nowhere near the number I'd normally encounter... even in holidays. And this was enrolment week. But most enrolment is being done online this year, and most of the classes still will be. I'll have one "live, face to face" class on Tuesday and one on Wednesday, and I also have a good reason to be in the building on Monday... but I'll still teaching from home Thursday and Friday.
I can't begin to tell you how much better I felt working from work. Many of the serious anxiety symptoms I've faced at home were reduced, even at times forgotten. Except on Friday, when I felt them creeping back up again...
One day at a time. That's all I can do this job now. If I think about next week or the next few months, a black pall rises. As is often the case in this blog, I write this not for your sympathy (though it's always appreciated when offered) but as a record of how I'm feeling now... so that in the future when I read it back, I'll remember how I felt.
“Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny.”
I dunno, Bruce. It's getting harder and harder to believe that line every day.
You know when you hear a new band and you think "wow, that's pretty strong for a debut record!" And then you read up on them and you discover they've been around for 14 years and you never heard them before. I like it that this can still happen at my age.*
American Aquarium are such a band. Americana is the genre. They've obviously listened to a fair bit of Bruce. Good on them.
*Wait a second. On the verge of posting this, I discovered that I have featured the band's lead singer, BJ Barnham, here before. At the time, I said I didn't know whether his former band were still on the go. Glad to see they are.
