More Seasonal Songs
According to apparently everyone everywhere I should like The Cure, Joy Division, The Smiths and Air. I just did a LiveJournal interests thing that I found on TheirCenturyTied's journal and, much like every other little program that recommends thing to me, those were the familiar faces. I don't know. Just a little aside there. Dunno why I don't really have anything by any of those (except Joy Division, for whom I have Substance).
Actually, in another vague reference to ThisCentureDied, why oh why did I buy that Four Tet single. I hate it when artists release a single which has no tracks on it other than those that will be on the album, in the same format, in a couple of weeks. Orange vinyl or otherwise. It's just a waste of mine and your time. Mostly mine, admittedly, but still.
Anyway, what is it at the moment with summer music. No, no, don't answer that. I know it's sunny. Well, it is today. And people are out in the park drinking Lipton Ice Tea and eating Chocolate Chip Cornettos or whatever people do but I don't care. Summer music should come in August, for one week, and then make its way in single file slowly to the exit without drawing undue attention to itself.
I mean, we all know British Sea Power's latest is more of a summer fields than Fear Of Drowning, with It Ended On An Oily Stage being perhaps as close as they get to the searing melancholy of their firstborn. Then there's Four Tet's new offering, Smile Around The Face. The title sounds pretty much as upbeat and optimistic as it is. Expect no surprises, as they say. I can't think of a more specifically summery song he's done. Listening to it now, it's a far cry from the ominous crackle that underpins the likes of My Angel Rocks Back & Forth or even the digital alert interjection of As Serious As Your Life. I mean, it has its moments but that chirrupy vocal sample and that lilting sample always comes in to save it. It's still a glorious piece of lo fi electronic jazz folk. The flipside, Sun Drums And Soil, brings it back to brass tacks, though. Still, it's not as spooky as I could go for right now, other than in a hip hop kinda way.
Finally there's Field Music's debut single Shorter Shorter which, apart from doing exactly what it says on the tin (considering they're not a garage rock band, three songs in five minutes is Not Much), it's nice enough indie fare. It has a nice dynamic to it. But my word it's wistful. Hazy recollections of expanses of daisy-filled dew-dropped meadows drift gently to mind.
So. Tomorrow, then, Editors release Munich. There's a nice hard-rain-on-a-long-black-coat-on-the-way-home-from-an-unsuccessful-romantic-encounter title for a song if ever I heard one. Can't wait.
Actually, in another vague reference to ThisCentureDied, why oh why did I buy that Four Tet single. I hate it when artists release a single which has no tracks on it other than those that will be on the album, in the same format, in a couple of weeks. Orange vinyl or otherwise. It's just a waste of mine and your time. Mostly mine, admittedly, but still.
Anyway, what is it at the moment with summer music. No, no, don't answer that. I know it's sunny. Well, it is today. And people are out in the park drinking Lipton Ice Tea and eating Chocolate Chip Cornettos or whatever people do but I don't care. Summer music should come in August, for one week, and then make its way in single file slowly to the exit without drawing undue attention to itself.
I mean, we all know British Sea Power's latest is more of a summer fields than Fear Of Drowning, with It Ended On An Oily Stage being perhaps as close as they get to the searing melancholy of their firstborn. Then there's Four Tet's new offering, Smile Around The Face. The title sounds pretty much as upbeat and optimistic as it is. Expect no surprises, as they say. I can't think of a more specifically summery song he's done. Listening to it now, it's a far cry from the ominous crackle that underpins the likes of My Angel Rocks Back & Forth or even the digital alert interjection of As Serious As Your Life. I mean, it has its moments but that chirrupy vocal sample and that lilting sample always comes in to save it. It's still a glorious piece of lo fi electronic jazz folk. The flipside, Sun Drums And Soil, brings it back to brass tacks, though. Still, it's not as spooky as I could go for right now, other than in a hip hop kinda way.
Finally there's Field Music's debut single Shorter Shorter which, apart from doing exactly what it says on the tin (considering they're not a garage rock band, three songs in five minutes is Not Much), it's nice enough indie fare. It has a nice dynamic to it. But my word it's wistful. Hazy recollections of expanses of daisy-filled dew-dropped meadows drift gently to mind.
So. Tomorrow, then, Editors release Munich. There's a nice hard-rain-on-a-long-black-coat-on-the-way-home-from-an-unsuccessful-romantic-encounter title for a song if ever I heard one. Can't wait.