Times New Viking have signed to Merge and applied a lot of Brasso to the wrecked sound that made Rip it Off one of my favourite albums of the last decade or so. The shiny results (shiny for them, we'll never be talking Fleetwood Mac here) simply reinforce the fact that they are an insanely capable pop band, who, incidentally, never had to hide a lack of ability behind noise as some of my mates used to assert. On their latest album, Dancer Equired, they appear to be morphing into the Vaselines. In fact, you could easily trick yourself into believing that this is a lost collection of Vaselines songs, right down to the inflections in Beth's voice and certain uncannily similar chord changes that crop up across the record.
Regardless of the comparison, Dancer Equired is a gorgeous album. BUT it is nowhere near as interesting as when TNV encrusted this stuff with artful grot. Crust and dirt, when artfully applied, can add layers untold to this sort of music and Times New Viking always knew exactly what they were doing with feedback and hiss. Still, even in this cleaned up state, I can't get enough of them.
Also folks, how much does this song sound in a can't-quite-put-my-finger-on-it way like a certain song by our own No Monster Club? Answers on a postcard please.
Also folks, how much does this song sound in a can't-quite-put-my-finger-on-it way like a certain song by our own No Monster Club? Answers on a postcard please.
The Weeknd-House of Balloons/ Glass Table Girls
Lots of peeps get humourless and serious about their little corner of the musical universe - don't they? I make my living working with children who have autism and when I see people getting hung up about genre, daytripper fans, hype, authenticity, and the like, I can't help but think of that spectrum of specialised needs. The need to control, to categorise, and/or the need to ultimately exclude. When american blogs went into meltdown about The Weeknd's enigmatic House Of Balloons album - like, for example, when disgruntled authento-R&B fans called it PBR&B (an insider yank joke about a brand of beer that try-hard trendies drink over there apparently) - I chortled. All that just reminded me of this one time, at bandcamp, I wrote a piece about metal music and found out firsthand how unpleasantly anal music fans can be in a way.
So here we go. With a blissful lack of any of that baggage, and an extremely limited knowledge of R&B, I'm throwing it out there that House of Balloons deserves to be heard by everybody. It's an emotionally touching and sonically exploratory album that will probably be in the nosebleeds (ahem) come those end of year rundowns. It's a concept album of sorts, about partying late (repeatedly), doing Kerry Katona levels of coke (or "okey dokey" if you please), and, in the end, being a bit wibbly and unsure of yourself in spite of the bravado. 'Glass table girls' is my favourite track because of the way it viciously switches gear from bump n grind euphoria ("this is fun fun fun fun") to a snarling 3am churn ("taste it/ watch us chase it/ with a handful of pills/ no chasers"), like some nights do. The singing is astonishing too. Album of the year shit happening all over it.
Also, Ikea should get these guys on board. They like to "test out the tables". The glass ones.
MP3: Mountains-January 17
Yo Emeralds fans, buck up and smell the Mountains drone. They've been around for a good bit longer than Emeralds and are doing wonderful voluminous things with drones. The latest album is called Air Museum. This is the opening track. Like most of the album, it sounds like a specific, exceptionally heavy, beautiful, and significant, thought.