Welcome to my Festive 50 for this year, consisting of my fifty favourite songs of 2013. Rather than the usual text based format I've decided to do something different that I hope you'll enjoy. So for numbers 50 down to 41 click on this handy little YouTube clip:
If there was
any justice or logic in the world, Jenny Lewis would be an international
superstar dwarfing the combined achievements of Lady Gaga, Christina Aguilera
and Adele like the Statue of Liberty staring down at three ceramic garden
gnomes. Sadly, this is clearly not the case. But why is it that someone with so
much talent, a beautiful voice and stunning good looks should be idolised only
in the rarely read pages of obscure music blogs?
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Adventures is my fourth foray into the musical universe of Ms. Lewis and the
content of the album more or less answers the question. She makes un-commercial,
quirky music that sits in neither one genre or another. At times it’s indie,
then it’s folkie and now and again it’s country.The media and the masses hate not being able
to categorise an artist, however original and gifted they are. It’s a depressing
state of affairs really.
This album is
the most upbeat and rocky of its predecessors, but retains the genre blurring,
idiosyncratic flavour that is so enticing and alluring. If rock is the
predominant style, there’s a fair selection of variety on offer as well.
There’s the country-soul crooning of ‘I Never’, the indie ballad of ‘It Just
Is’, the pure country of ‘More Adventurous’ and the camp-accoustic ‘The Absence
of God.’ Most striking is the profound soft rock of ‘Love and War’ with
clashing guitars and Jenny at her most shouty.
It’s an
unusual and engrossing album, but let’s face facts, it’s never going to appeal
to the masses. If you’ve never sampled their work this is probably as good a
place to start as any.
After our
success in launching the careers of Gabrielle Aplin and Foxes recently, surely
Electric Guest will be the next big hitters on our roster of greatness.
Hopefully they’ll be slightly more appreciative than Gabrielle too. Don’t let
that squeaky falsetto voice put you off, this is a beast of a song from the LA
based indie semi-rockers, and it will soon be entering your subconscious via the
speaker system as you walk around Morrisons filling your trolley with wholesome
produce. You heard it here first.
Never have I
been so sure I would enjoy an album as I was when I purchased this offering
from Sufjan Stevens. I’d already heard and enjoyed one of his songs in
Evlkeith’s festive fifty a couple of years ago and the whole concept of Sufjan
is so camp acoustic, quirky folk and unusual instrumentation that I couldn’t
possibly dislike it. Or could I…
It’s far from
a terrible album, but I just can’t engage with it. It’s like all the worst self
indulgent bits of Bright Eyes mixed with none of passion of Neutral Milk Hotel
and without the melodies of Elliot Smith. It’s almost a parody of the
camp-acoustic gene and with twenty-two tracks it’s a war of attrition to wade
through.
The horns,
flutes and banjos are all agreeable enough, the reedy, soft vocals are not
offensive and the lyrics are quirky and witty. However there’s an inverse
synergy to this collection that leaves you feeling empty and cold. It’s a huge
disappointment all round, but I doubt Sufjan will lose any sleep. It’s a
struggle to pick a favourite track, but 'Casimir Pulaski Day' is at least low key
and mellow and the ‘Seer’s Tower’ is fairly stark and moderately haunting.
Maybe I’m
missing something, but Sufjan is not joining the Into the Valley gang. Perhaps
that’s a positive thing for him as he may become successful.
The
Skatalites invented Ska as a musical genre. Before them the Caribbean music
scene was dominated by mento, calypso, swing and jazz and then, as the
informative little CD book goes on to enlighten us, the Skatalites stepped
forward and changed the musical landscape forever. They formed in 1964, so on
this their current album ‘Walk with Me’, the guys were getting on a bit, and
sadly, several of the original members have passed away, but this does not
detract from an interesting and largely enjoyable album.
Having said
this, on the first few listens, the whole thing sounds too antiseptic and
sterile, like it’s been made in the antibacterial chamber of the studio.
There’s not a hint of the earthy, authentic atmosphere of the humid, smoky West
Indian dancehalls, nor the merest vinyl scratch or hiss to flavour the
recording with an element of realism. In short it sounded like the kind of
music you listen to in upmarket Jamaican hotel lifts and I removed it from the
car’s CD playlist with some disappointment.
Listening to
it in everyday life however makes all the difference. It’s almost as if you
have to add your own context to the music. Listening on the computer, while I mow
the lawn or when walking the dog makes the experience all the more enjoyable.
There’s some great musicianship and some great songs on offer. ‘Desert Ska’ is
soothingly hypnotic, ‘Love is the Way’ is smooth and comforting, and ‘Song for
my Father’ an ideal theme tune for all dads. The best track is the titular
‘Walk with Me’ with its old school rhythms and mesmerizing melodies.
All in all,
it’s a surprisingly mixed bag of pure blooded ska. Add your own sonic
impurities and the album is as enthralling as it is timeless.
What the hell
is this? Lovely matching blue polo shirts, stand up drumming and a Matt Bianco
style number that sits somewhere between skiffle and psychobilly. Throw the husky
tones of Rhythm Sophie in the equation and you’ve got yourself something
special.
With her sunny disposition she should provide guest vocals for so many
other bands; imagine Bright Eyes featuring Rhythm Sophie? A Morrissey duet with
Rhythm Sophie? PJ Harvey even?