Pick of the
Week 40 – Icon for Hire If you’re
going to have some cheese, I always find it more enjoyable to have a really
enormous piece of the stinkiest variety in the delicatessen (or more
realistically Morrisons). Icon for Hire are undeniably cheesy but just like
emmental and Cornish Yarg (look it up cheese fans) they are gloriously
addictive, sounding like a cross between Paramore, Pink and Panic at the Disco.
This is a deceptively well written and catchy pop punk tune that you can’t help
singing along to, and will go down in history as the song that was playing when
daughter of Doccortex opened her GCSE results. I’m not sure it beats my
equivalent; Tina Turner’s ‘Beyond Thunderdome’ but what can? Remember you heard
about them here first when they turn out to be the next Nirvana (or more
realistically Gabrielle Aplin). The album's not bad either!
I heard a
song by Horrorpops on Youtube and it prompted me to purchase this album. I
liked the unusual sound of the double base, the snarling vocals and the general
sense of abandonment. It reminded me a touch of the Fastbacks and that can only
be a good thing. In reality, it’s a slightly odd Scandinavian psychobilly
pastiche with the odd catchy number and a fair old chunk of irritation thrown
in for good measure.
Patricia Day
is a stunning front woman for the band with equally striking looks, voice and
base strumming ability. She is somewhat let down however by the odd
stereotypical nod to the psychobilly genre and some average songwriting skills.
When they get it right they produce agreeable punk-pop with distinct
singalongabilty.
‘Julia’ fits
this description perfectly, with ‘Miss Take’ an equally chugging rockabilly
anthem, and ‘Where they Wander’ ratchets up the ante with high energy meets
growling vocals. Best of all is the pure double base twang of ‘Emotional Abuse’
where Day’s voice is used to its whining and sneering potential. Best avoided
are the stock psychobilly numbers like ‘Kool Flattop’ and ‘Psychobitches Oatta
Hell’ which taint the whole album with affectedness.
A change is
as good as a rest and Horrorpops are definitely something different to the
usual Scandinavian fodder that we plug at Into the Valley. A Danish rockabilly
band with a singer who doesn’t look like a witch and a couple of go-go dancers
thrown in for good measure. What’s not to like?
Beck is just
a little too clever for his own good. If he stuck to writing great American
folk tunes with a touch of country, hip hop or electronic then the world would
be a much better place. On the evidence of this album however, Beck seriously
over-does the side orders and the album as a whole ends up sounding a bit of a
mess. There’s too much clever sampling, genre blurring and general old
fashioned showing off for this to be anything other than average fair.
It all starts
in promising fashion with the jaunty, but at the same time dark, soulfest of
‘Sexx Laws’. The song reminds you why you liked Beck in the first place,
whereas the remainder of the album confirms why he also irritates you in equal
measure.
‘Mixed Biznes’
is funky but ultimately sounds like the Scissor Sisters, ‘Hollywood Freaks’ is
an embarrassing mix of funk and hip hop, and ‘Milk & Honey’ sounds like a
progressive rock version of Justin Timberlake. I could continue, but I won’t.
As all great
chefs know, too many ingredients makes for cluttered taste sensation. Beck
seems to think that less is definitely not more as he proceeds to throw
influences and smug trickery into the mix. It’s frustrating because Beck is
undoubtedly a talent who can produce odd flashes of genius. Sadly, this is
nowhere near his best and save for the opening track would have been a
disaster. Listen to the excellent ‘Sexx Laws’ and avoid the rest is the best
advice I can offer.
Straight out
of Denton, Texas comes whimsical folk songstress Sarah Jaffe. She looks lovely
and sounds lovely and I bet she is lovely too. Her fashion sense looks great
too and she could definitely come on a shopping trip to Primark with me and
Evlkeith if she wants some really cheap but snazzy gear. Her voice ranges from
husky murmuring, progressing up to full scale yodelling and this song is a well
crafted gem that eats into your subconscious and bursts out when you least
expect it, a bit like the scene in Alien but less messy. Heartily recommended!
Denton, Texas
facts for anyone interested:
Denton is the capital of Denton County, Texas.
Both were named after pioneer and handsome Texas militia captain John B. Denton – the Godfather of Denton.
Denton is known for its active music life; the North Texas State Fair and Rodeo attracts cowboys from all over the US and the Denton Arts and Jazz Festival attracts over 300,000 people with pointy little beards to the city each year.
Denton was the seventh-fastest growing city last year with a population over 100,000, as people flocked to this cultural and educational hub.
The City experiences hot, humid summers with lots of wasps, but relatively few extreme weather events.
Mark Oliver
Everett unleashes another album from his creative cellar and as usual it’s the
trademark Eels sound tweaked ever so slightly to provide a unique atmosphere to
proceedings. If anything it’s marginally less accessible than standard. The
songs still have that DIY feel, the voice is increasingly gravelly, but the
instrumentation flirts with electronica and the occasional burst of a drum
machine. It reminds me a great deal of REM’s underrated ‘Up’ album with the
production and themes applied to Eels Man rather than Stipe.
This is
Everett in introspective mood, but with none of the full scale depression. It’s
jaunty, upbeat and catchy at times, but the electronic elements are sometimes at
odds with his organic snaggle toothed tonsils. Unusually for an Eels album some
of the tracks descend into irritating territory with ‘I’m a hummingbird’ and
‘Baby Loves Me’ the guiltiest offenders. Fear not however, this is nothing like
MC Honky. It’s more like a cross between the out-takes album Useless Trinkets,
Beautiful Freak and Blinking Lights which sounds great in theory, but is
ultimately a little underwhelming.
Everyone
knows that bonus discs are always rubbish, but in this case it pulls the whole
show around. The pick of the tracks are featured on the Bonus EP with ‘Let’s
Ruin Julie's Birthday’, ‘Swimming Lesson’ and especially ‘For You’, all absolute
crackers. From the main disc, only ‘Spectacular Girl’ will pass the test of
time, and if I’m being generous ‘This is where it gets good’.
It’s a step
up from Hombre Lobo, but don’t expect a classic Eels album. It’s chirpy,
semi-electronic fun and if you’re an Eels fan it does what it says on the tin.
If you don’t already love him, (and let’s face it who does?) don’t expect a
Road to Damascus moment from ‘Tomorrow Morning’.
I’m doubtful
that the woman with the blue hair has anything to do with Aioaska, and from the
little I can discover about the band, the whole thing has a certain whiff of
balding, well muscled Germans about it. In a good way of course. This track is
a pulsing, undulating ride into the recesses of your consciousness with the
subtle use of vocal samples adding to the atmosphere and interest. It reminds
me of Chilled C’quence and although it falls a little short in the elf head
massage stakes it’s definitely a relaxing and pleasant workout for any tired
brain. Nine minutes of magic.