PEOPLE CHANTING ENTHUSIASTICALLY
I know the TV on the Radio album leaked over the weekend so it must have been blogged to death by a thousand beautiful geeks out there, but it doesn’t matter to me, I’m covering my eyes with my feet and shouting ‘nanananananana’ as I type (hence the braindaamgd spelng) because I’ve got an ‘angle’, plus I’ve gotta ask you a question later, and this is too good not to be in 20JFG. Apologies for being redundant, but, hey, everything is, you too.
The angle is, PEOPLE CHANTING ENTHUSIASTICALLY. There you go, why did we put these songs by TV on The Radio and Klaxons together? cos they have PEOPLE CHANTING ENTHUSIASTICALLY about stuff. If you expected further elaborations, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you.
The new TV on the Radio album is amazing, much better, I’d say, than the previous one, it’s devoid of Radiohead-esque moments of moping, it is hard, fast and weird like that puma who came in the city to eat rubbish and ended up biting your ass (yes, your ass is rubbish too so don’t blame the puma).
TV on the Radio build a shed behind that dumpster with fierce beats and a cloud of fuzz and distortion that makes it hard to breathe, lush vocal melodies shine through it even more beautiful, sang, yeah, ENTHUSIASTICALLY, yeah, it’s as if they had recorded the album running or something.
That guy David Bowie sings in a song too, if you’re into that stuff.
Something in the album’s dark ambiance and its diversity of styles bring to mind Mezzanine, only this is not a messy failure, and the rage that seethes through its tracks should blow away those who thought Saul Williams was going to be the messiah. This is not a pamphlet, or verbal gymnastics, or rap-metal, or, huh, ‘eclectic’, this is simply beautiful, it defies classifications with honesty because like some sort of noble savage it doesn’t even know what they are in the first place, just listen now…
The track we are posting today has it all, a barrage of falling, bouncing, rising and crashing drums to make Jaki Liebezeit proud, an ass kicking choir that is just waiting for the right religion, and guitars that burn like warm jets, yeah, ace. It makes me highly ENTHUSIASTIC, and those who know me will tell you this is not such a common event, ey. I don’t usually write in capital letters, either, except in the Do forum.
(Brief intermission- our comrade Dan has a question about one of the songs, ‘Province’ (the one in which this Bowie man sings)- read below and see if you can help…
‘There are verses in this songs that have the same chord progression (I think that’s the right term) as a song I know really well. I think it might be a female singer but I can’t quite remember. It’s driving me nuts so any help is appreciated.
one of the lines in question starts at 0:24′
Btw, Dan does go out and has a life, ;-p)
Ok so Klaxons like Silver Apples and Liars and Can, wear white hoodies coustomised with gaffer tape thus challenging the look de jour in the london ‘scene’, they make indie rave and are gonna play at our own Do in a month (7th April), they have named a song after that gloriously fascinatingly enthrallingly beautifully confusing book I quit reading a page before THE END, ah what a gesture (I’ll be back Pynchon, don’t think this is over!)…They say they sound like when Buzz Aldrin returned from the moon and turned muslim, jeepers, they sound fucking great. Nice boys they are too, I hear.
But what about the music?
To begin with, THEY CHANT ENTHUSIASTICALLY.
In theory I shouldn’t dig this as much as I do as it is a bit too indie for me but, like with, say, You Say Party! We Say Die!, I’m seduced.
Klaxons have a bit of that wacky deranged theatrical unstability I so enjoyed in Clinic, that fuck it let’s follow that beat and see where it takes us thing that dodges contrived poses and even more importantly, the gnarly intonations of most so-called indie vocalists (this is the ‘ENTHUSIASTICALLY’ thang). They’ve made me curious, and I very much look forward to see what they do next, and what they Do at the Do on april the 7th.
(btw are Domino really sacking Clinic? Fucking hell, they really becoming the Emperor Palpantine if this is true)
…But before April there’s March, and this FRIDAY we have the Horrible 3rd March Do!!!!!!!!
10-3.30AM
Core Club Brighton
£5/£4 with flyer or NUS
I.D. may be required so bring it just in case.
Cheap drinks blah blah
The Horrors play chaotic scuzzy garage rock/Cramped blues, they are super-nice kids even though they look like werewolf vampire stylish devils. They will only eat the faces of those individuals who request the fucking Artic monkeys.
They should be onstage by 11.30ish.
Do DJs do it before and after, playing:
Erase Errata, Polysics, Melt Banana, les Georges Leningrad, Barcelona Pavillion, Make Up, Nation of Ulysses, You Say Party! We Say Die, Hawnay Troof, Gravy Train!!!!, Best Fwends, Liars, NEU!, Kraftwerk, Test Icicles, Goxxip, Liars, Help She Can’t Swim, Need New Body, Chromatics, Devo, ESG, The Seconds, 3 Delicias, Grabba Grabba Tape, Big Black, Beat Happening, MBV, Pavement, Silver Apples, McLusky, Metronomy etc.
Thom from Slashclub guests.
xxxxx
Before this, on wednesday, you should attend Touch Me I’m Sick at the Engine Rooms as our friends run it, and they fucking rule… Tis what they say about it…
‘With all the usual fun and games, playing a mix of Indie, Punk, Pop, Bling, MOR, Electro and Heavy Metal so vile you may as well down it in one, then vomit into a frying pan and make an omlette out of it. And then eat it.
And for those not in the know, Wednesday night’s one is a Smash Hits spesh, following the demise of everyone’s favourite teeny bopper periodical. We encourage fancy dressers, and will be sorely disappointed if we don’t get at least a Kylie and a Jason, or perhaps we’ll settle for someone in a skull-cap posing as Angry Anderson (‘Suddenly you’re hearing me! Just the way I am!!’).
First 20 people through the door get our free commemorative Smash Hits goodie bag, complete with Touch Me I’m Sick’s own ‘Slash Hits’ mag and free mix cd, plus sweets and other pap we buy from the pound shop to make it feel like you haven’t been cheated…
…and first one to scream when I play Danzig’s ‘Mother’ gets a bag of Werthers.
Hope to see you there!!!’
So the weekend begins on wednesday, ah, I’M ENTHUSED.
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