Music Reviews

The Last Shadow Puppets: Dream Synopsis EP review

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EP of favourites and covers

The EP, recorded live in a day, includes new versions of album favourites Aviation and The Dream Synopsis, with covers of Jacques Dutronc, The Fall, Glaxo Babies and Leonard Cohen. Whilst this may sound a diverse bunch The Last Shadow Puppets cover them with a sleazy mix of garage 60s psych-rock and louche drag-hounds. It comes across as a mix between Naz Nomad, Lux Interior and Bryan Ferry. The Fall’s Totally Wired is a blast. Cohen’s classic, Is This What You Wanted, is turned into a morning after the night before song. The singer slumped over the piano, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, tie askew, wondering where it all went wrong. By the sound of it the group had great fun recording these tracks and they’re great fun to listen to.

This review first appeared in Louder Than War magazine, issue 8

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Mick Harvey: Intoxicated Women album review

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Harvey translates Serge Gainsbourg

This is Harvey’s fourth, and final, installment of his translation versions of Serge Gainsbourg. This one is mainly male/female duets from the 60s and Harvey is joined by such chanteuses as Andrea Schroeder who provides a thrilling version of ‘Je T’aime… (Moi non plus)’ rendered into German as ‘Ich Liebe Dich… (Ich Dich Auch Nicht)’. Harvey brings a cool, no nonsense approach to the songs (some of which will be new to even French ears), providing a lush soundscape that conjures up a melancholy of sorts, a nostalgia for our own dissipated dreams and romances. Prévert’s Song, for instance, is redolent of Autumn Sundays, watching leaves falling whilst recalling the past. It’s music to wallow in. Intoxicated Women is a great end to a great series. An album to discover new passions, and remember lost ones.

This review first published in Louder Than War magazine issue 8.

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Buzzcocks: Spiral Scratch/Time’s Up Review

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40th anniversary of classic release
10/10 9/10

Forty years ago Spiral Scratch was the first truly independent release and pointed the way forward for the DIY punk bands to follow. But the original beats them all; it still crackles with vitality and arrogant swagger. Devoto’s voice drips with world weariness, backed up by Shelley’s pop sensibilities and interpreted by buzz saw aggression. They could never have guessed that a hundred wannabes would be learning the riff to Boredom for years to come.

Time’s Up was a demo recording from 1976, with Devoto still on board, including early versions of classics such as Orgasm Addict. Much bootlegged, and never meant for official release, it stands testament to a moment in English musical history when disunited elements joined forces to create a revolution. Buzzcocks went on to craft perfect pop songs, whilst Devoto invented post-punk.

This review first appeared in Louder Than War magazine, issue 8.


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The Mods first release for Rough Trade

Andrew Fern walked into a pub and saw “English Tapas” scrawled on the menu board. The components of this dish were: half a scotch egg, a cup of chips, a pickle and a mini pork pie. “It says everything about this fucking place. It’s comedy, it’s make do, it’s ignorant and, above all, it’s shit.”

Sleaford Mods rise has been slow and steady, built on word of mouth rather than spin. English Tapas is their first album on Rough Trade – almost a major label in terms of clout. The album cover has a view from the gutter, staring up at the band as though they had just knocked you down with their aural assault. Beyond them is just the void.

They mix rap and mod culture to create something that is both universal and very English. Jason Williamson provides the venom, spitting out his attacks against all and sundry. His first person narratives, as on the opening track Army Nights, of the underclass are both funny and frightening. The music, often undervalued, is provided by Andrew Fern. The music sets the body swaying amongst detritus strewn high streets, abandoned by shops, and given over to dog shit and dog ends. It’s a dark underbelly rhythm to Williamson’s words.

Those words are always on the verge of tipping over into so much anger that the poetry collapses into profanity. As he chants on Snout: Rubbing up to the crown and the flag and the notion of who we are…Fuck off! And then there’s the surreal and commonplace: The future is a flag pissed on in a king size bag of Quavers. The terrible isolation and abandonment of modern Britain is described as: Human beings are just adjacent lines, like a Tube map, or whatever, a mass of lines that occasionally cross each other but never say anything ever.

It’s not all vitriol, there is introspection too on tracks like Time Sands and I Feel So Wrong.

They are the chroniclers of a life in Britain as lived by the majority. A life of mostly tedium, alleviated by the inertia of fags, booze and cheap drugs; of repression and suppression and a nostalgia for an illusory past of a Heritage England.

Sleaford Mods are the saviours of rock, and they aren’t even a rock band.

This review first appeared in Louder Than War magazine issue 8.