Archive for January, 2007

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Ocean of noise

January 30, 2007

I’m not sure where I stand on pre-release internet leaks. To begin with, you’re listening to rough cuts and not what the artist intends you to hear on the final copy. Part of me is also cynical when you consider the convenient manner in which bands like Radiohead have previously found their latest album leaked to the net, sitting nicely with their promotional push. Right now though, I just feel privileged to get the chance to give something as good as Arcade Fire’s latest album a listen before it is unveiled properly.

‘Neon Bible’ is not set to be released until March but has appeared in it’s entirety over the past couple of days online, sending myspace kids searching Soulseek furiously for copies. It’s been three long years since their last one and judging by how quickly they sold out their small UK tour they haven’t been quickly forgotten by the fans who were knocked out by ‘Funeral’. They appeared from nowhere (well, Canada) and arrived already fully formed on our laps, with lyrics about death and love, with powerful songs backed by strings and choirs. Their liner notes were charmingly printed to resemble a funeral’s programme of events and they unleashed the insanely brilliant ‘Wake Up’. How dare they disappear for three years and not tell anyone?

Everything that was so refreshing and original about ‘Funeral’ is present here again but that’s with clear evolution as opposed to repeating the same trick twice. The ‘alternative’ instrumentation previously had a tendency to overwhelm the song and appear ‘indier than thou’ but here, even in the organ-drenched Intervention, it is used to positive effect. They have become much more solid songwriters, in that songs seem to go somewhere rather than just meander off like they did in the first one. When Black Waves/Bad Vibrations appears to be heading in that direction, with a shrill vocal line and heavy synths, it is ‘rescued’ back to brilliance by Win Butler’s dominant vocal and a heavy bass line. Aah, they were just keeping us going all along then! Butler’s vocals contrasted with the beautiful backing vocals are one of the key dynamics of Arcade Fire’s sound, and in tracks like Antichrist Television Blues he almost appears to have transformed into Bruce Springsteen. In a good way. In Windowsill he even manages to fit in the obligotary ’state of the nation’ address with lines like ‘World War Three when are you coming for me?’ and ‘I don’t wanna live in America no more’ in deadpan ‘Born to Run’ style. Again, in a good way.

Butler described the sound of this album like ‘looking into the ocean at night’, so it’s just as well that the stand-out track is Ocean of Noise (‘who here still believes in choice, not I). They’ve perfected the trick in this one of making a song start off as a solemn ballad before transforming into an uplifting anthem and the cacophony of noise when the vocals crash against the strings, drums and the choral backing vocals makes this one Neon Bible’s ‘Wake Up’, the track that will be appearing on every new film and TV programme you see for the next few months.

There are some occasions when ‘Neon Bible’ doesn’t quite hit the mark. Having the plodding title track and the lead-off Black Mirror as two of the first three songs regretfully means that Neon Bible takes a little time to get started. While Butler’s vocals on this album are at times perfect for the music, RĂ©gine Chassange singing lead on Black Waves/Bad Vibrations is woefully out of place and it takes Butler to cut in half-way to make the song a good one. Minor criticisms though from what is another brilliant outing from Arcade Fire. Just don’t take so long next time.

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15 million reasons loving in the seasons

January 28, 2007

This week I read on a messageboard for the band Shack that their latest album, On the Corner of Miles and Gil has sold around 20,000 copies to date. Taking into account the three copies I bought for friends and family this Christmas, this is not a lot of record sales for a band that continues to be one of the most underrated in recent music history.

The Head brothers have been making classic pop albums for the best part of twenty years now, as their previous incarnation as the Pale Fountains and not forgetting their side-project as The Strands, where they produced just one album: the achingly beautiful The Magical World Of The Strands. However, it is their work as Shack that has borne the most fruit, with four albums under their belts and no shortage of ups and downs on the way there. It seems obligatory to preface any mention of Shack in the media with tales of hard drugs and burnt down studios but with the release of the sublime ‘…Miles and Gil’ it’s perhaps now time to drop the back story and focus on the great music that the band have been producing.

While Waterpistol carries the heavy burden of being the ‘great lost classic’ and HMS Fable was the opus that lead to the NME putting Mick Head (pictured up there) on its front cover with the strapline ‘our greatest songwriter’ it’s the latest one that really confirmed my love for Shack. Taking it’s title from Miles Davis and Gils Evans, it’s got plenty of nice jazz touches amongst the guitar-inspired tunes and while the other influences are there – mostly Beatles and Love – it’s the songwriting on this record that really stands out. Shack will not be awarded any awards for innovation or appear on the front cover of magazines selling the latest great white hype (again), but they continue to produce albums full of of magical, orchestral pop songs about life and love and tragedy and hope that will melt your heart and leave you aching for more.

I’m hardly a Shack veteran – I only got into the band listening to the song Streets of Kenny when living in the area that the song portrays as a drug-ravaged shithole (it is) – but the two live shows I’ve got to have been fantastic experiences that leave even the band open-mouthed. At times shambolic (the December 2006 gig at the Carling Academy involved a stand-in guitarist due to Mick’s broken hand, broken strings and songs abandoned half-way through) but for the couple of hundred people there, this band stirs up great emotions in their fans. From Stone Island-clad hoolies to middle aged men out with the wife to a group of girls who initially appeared to have got lost on the way out to Concert Square, everyone was buzzing afterwards. And that’s what it’s all about really, isn’t it?

To listen to some clips, give the Good Heads blog a go. They’ve got a great version of Comedy from the HMS Fable demos and a YouTube clip of I Know You Well (billed as ‘the greatest thing you’ll ever fuckin’ hear’ by Shack’s bassist at the last show I went to).