Monday, 26 March 2012

Santigold – Disparate Youth


Santigold – Disparate Youth (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIMMZQJ1H6E)

Santigold returns with her one-woman mission to defy convention, expectation, categorization… Her debut was made with the self-expressed intention to "help break down boundaries and genre classifications" and show that she wasn't just "a black woman singing R&B’. The label I’ve most commonly seen applied is ‘Electonica’ but the most obvious sounds to me are the new-wave and punk-tinged rock elements which are as welcome as they are surprising. ‘You’ll Find A Way’ could almost be a Clash track, especially with the mini foray in to dub towards the end (indeed, she did go on to cover ‘Guns Of Brixton’). It was no surprise to discover she had recorded two albums of new-wave / punk with the band ‘Stiffed’ before going solo. ‘Santogold’ was one of my most enjoyed albums of 2008.

The follow-up ‘Master Of My Make-Believe’ is released next month and several tracks have been cropping up, possibly to remind those who have forgotten just who Santi White is. The first track, ‘Big Mouth’ (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxdQ_uD5IWk) is not something I think I’d ever have found myself listening to if it wasn’t a Santigold track but definitely grew on me with a couple of listens. Frantic Rio-carnival samaba drums showing yet another aspect of influence. But the next track ‘Disparate Youth’ is more of the Santigold I was hoping to hear. Like Klaxons crossed with The XX, with keyboards sounding like something by St Etienne. Easily fulfilling her brief to cross genres, masterfully creating an electro-indie-dance track equally likely to find its place on a dancefloor as a mainstream radio playlist. Different from anything on the first album but with the instantly recognisable vocal, it’s an exercise in expecting the unexpected but having it make perfect sense the moment you hear it.

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Devin – You’re Mine



This blog was started under encouragement from several friends, but I was never keen on the idea of reviews. I think you need a certain detachment for that and I just don’t have the objectivity or frankly, inclination for criticism. What I’d prefer to do instead is recommend- or in all liklihood just plain rave about whatever it is that has become my most favourite thing ever at that particular moment.

In my quest to attain as complete a musical knowledge as humanly possible, I’ve learned the richest and most trustworthy sources to consult- I’ve recently added Twitter to my arsenal and it’s paying dividends already. I came by ‘Devin’ thanks to @thebrassic, a great Mod-styled band (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Y4RDZl7_M8). Appealing for new sounds to listen to, I offered the breezy rocksteady reggae of Hollie Cook and was rewarded with a recommendation of ‘Devin’, for my troubles. Despite what I would consider a fairly well-developed skill for scouring the internet for music, I can still find very little on Devin, this track aside. A paragraph apiece from Rolling Stone and the NME, an EP so far only available in the US, and the video for ‘You’re Mine’ which somehow has yet to hit 10,000 views. Despite that, this track alone has made his album amongst my most anticipated of the year.

Opening with a drum intro and a guitar that sounds like The Drums’ ‘Let’s Go Surfing’ slowed down, it’s the vocals that first mark ‘You’re Mine’ out as something worth taking notice of. Like The Hives covering The Strokes. On the beach. The vaguely Teddy-boy attired Devin howling in to his vintage microphone. With Willy Moon on the horizon, maybe pseudo-50’s is the next big thing…  With repeated listens the guitar is not too far removed from The Undertones’ Teenage Kicks. If I was a proper reviewer I might say it romps joyfully for the length of its 3 minute running time, never relenting as the Buzzcocks drums drive it on, but I’m not, so you’ll have to decide that for yourself. I CAN say that I played it 5 times over the first night and another 10 times in the following  two days and still can’t keep my feet still when I play it now. It’s also provoked its fair-share of air-drumming, which is always a good sign.

Eclectic Boogaloo


Right, I’ve slacked off pretty severely on my intentions for this blog. Was all for it at first but the reality never matches expectation. This comes as no surprise to me, it’s like that time I used to work as a postman for the Royal Mail. That was a funny day. What I intend this entry to address is a question I get asked a lot, and that is just how I like listening to so much different stuff, and where does it all come from? When talking to people about music it sometimes surprises them how wide my knowledge is and that comes from a desire basically, to ‘fill in the gaps’. For all I know the best song I never heard is out there somewhere.

A friend of mine said something that made me laugh once, regarding my love of music. On listing the various albums I was awaiting release of, he replied ‘oh. Haven’t you GOT all the music already’? That is actually not the worst description of my apparent aim in life, to own ALL the music. It’s fair to say I am ‘in to it’ in a big way. And I’ve become as tenacious as I am insatiable, there is always something new to hear and it’s never been easier to find. And I use the term ‘new’ as in new to me- it could just as easily be a track from the 50’s as the ‘next big thing’ picking up a buzz on the internet.

In this day and age, restrictions of genre needn’t mean very much at all. Sampling, collaborations, mash-ups etc have slowly corroded the rigid boundaries and the wide availability of every type of music have made an eclectic taste very easy to aquire. While there’s nothing wrong with sticking very closely to one scene or other, or having a preference for one type of music over another it just makes no sense at all to me to disregard anything outside a certain style or period. One of these days I would like to attempt my own version of the chart helpfully displayed below by Mr Jack Black. If you can visualise a version of that twice as tall and three times as wide, that is what I am ultimately hoping to achieve. 
 
 
Until it exists I have to imagine it, and at the moment there are gaps. There are links and threads I haven’t followed or discovered yet and that’s the best way to put what drives me to explore every aspect of a bands genetic make-up. I’m writing this to the sounds of the Diplo / Santigold mix-tape which is useful to make a point- Santigold has 603,000 listeners on Last.fm (http://www.last.fm/user/david1879). ‘Stiffed’, the new-wave/punk band she sang with before going solo have 15,000.  I love their two albums, discovered with a bit of digging while looking for more Santigold material in the wait for a new album. Likewise The Drums, 543,000 and Jonny Pierce’s previous ‘Elkland’, 11,000. The internet has made it possible to leave no stone unturned- no b-side or studio out-take unheard, no side-project or pre-fame band unfound, and to me, it’s as if i’d be failing in my duty if I didn’t do so. I reverse-engineer bands. Who do they sound like, who else have they recorded with, who sounds like them, it’s a stringent process that’s become second nature that most stuff I listen to has been or will be subjected to and nothing pleases me more than coming up with the goods.

As for where my enjoyment of music comes from in the first place, there’s no doubt I get it from my Dad. My earliest musical memory is hearing ‘Lola’ by The Kinks on Capital Gold, the station that I heard most mornings throughout the early years of my life (and have continued to listen to now), and I also remember the weekends he’d spread his record collection on the floor and just play 45’s for hours. Little did I know then that they’d stay with me, committed to memory, the earliest foundations upon which I’d build my own vast library. I couldn’t have had a much more solid start either, those boxes of vinyl containing plenty of punk, 2-tone, new-wave, the odd bit of reggae and ska, and more than a couple of 50’s artists ‘borrowed’ from the collections of HIS Dad. It’s a passion that’s never waned.