i love this review!
but it's not as if with each bit of each song she was thinking 'ooh i hope this appeals to YYY fans' or 'i hope this bit will keep the label happy whilst also winning over some of the skeptics', even though other people may have done that sort of thinking for her - she was probably more concerned about the aesthetic choices she had to make. i thought your review, minus the comparisons, was a bit low on this sort of detail.
i don't think it matters how much she spent on the strings.
one would think that you could only write about an album in terms of the demographic you thought it would appeal to...
yes, you would expect someone as indebted to the crass a&r machinery as kate nash to arouse some suspicion. but has it reached the point when you can say nothing at all about the music apart from a lot of weak musings about authenticity? all i got from your descriptions was a lot of non-committal dithering about which box she belongs in. you're supposed to be reviewing the record, not the record label...
1) Ruby Suns - Sea Lion
2) No Age - Nouns
3) Why? - Alopecia
4) British Sea Power - Do You Like Rock Music?
5) Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago
6) Walkmen - You & Me
7) Times New Viking - Rip it Off
8) Crystal Castles - Crystal - Castles
clearly deserve someone who is going to come all over their tits with enthusiasm and admiration, not conduct a laboratory experiment with their album and then give us the results, telling us with a sober face that we have to be careful where we put our 10/10s - they are extremely dangerous after all and must be treated with respect and dignity. give me a break.
i would have them tortured in public for crimes against music. even my radio starts barfing when it is forced to bear the noise. long live wanton hatred for the kooks.
see travis doing 'hit me baby one more time' for this brand of wanky irony...
but i don't think you can say that wanting to collaborate with another person shows that they thought their first album was shit.
but only when used in the context of 'tuck shop' or 'tuck box' or 'mummy brought me SO MUCH TUCK!'
especially when the mouth of the speaker is in a moist half-smile...it's just the way the tongue sort of lingers around afterwards. ARGH! there is nothing more dreadful!
however, to 'tuck in' is a completely different can of sardines - i find this use of the word completely bearable.
please say that doesn't exempt me from the tickets!
denmark's pitch longed. longing birthed better pitch: efterklang's ethereal euphonies.
and it beats sean bean if you ask me.
score: not fussed, we've got northern elvis.
shat on them, no?
dusk at cubist castle by olivia tremor control
if the bass on not even jail isn't dangerous i don't know what is.
so appalled that i missed this.
want a fight?
rather they left the springsteen impersonations to the killers, but i love it nonetheless.
at the start of ocean of noise it ACTUALLY sounds like you're underwater!
notice how lauren laverne completely bombed? it was weird... they get this pseudo-witty presenter making gags to a hall full of gimps trying their hardest not to care. and when the editor came on, they were all talking over his speech as well. it's his fucking magazine! none of them cared. except for the radio presenters who were embarrassingly out of their element and came off like... just weird.
how is it that all of these bands, except for arctic monkeys, look like adam ant's filthy afterbirth, with stupid hairstyles, stupid shitty clothes that all look the same, and they all have to say fuck in every sentence. fuck...
bring back the spice girls!
i saw newsnight and was similarly outraged. one of them was let down because they wanted the album to sound like afghan whigs and the birthday party (styles which AF have never even tried to approximate); the bald guy wanted them to sound less like coldplay, and the other girl wanted them to sound more like coldplay. ridiculous.
fact is, none of them were music critics except john harris - the only one who hit the nail on the head when he said that half the tracks were 'scarily good'. the rest were just idiots.
except for kirsty wark, who is beautiful.
i love you in the mo-orning, your kisses deep and wa-a-arm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden sto-o-orm, yes many loved befo-ore us, i know we are not ne-e-ew... etc.