Aaaah, and I’ve recovered – spent the weekend awake in the early hours of the morning, and went to three different parties …. unfortunately, the parties were all for kids under 6, and the sleeplessness was due to the youngest being awake half the night.
FML.
Still, we’ve always got the music, right?
Oops – one day late.
Still it’s to your benefit, as I was out watching two of Bristol’s finests funk DJs at The Lanes last night – The Allergies and Boca 45 (guys, it was lovely to see you lot again)
Still, belated tunes eh?
It’s felt like spring this week hasn’t it? Sun on my back, not getting utterly soaked and frozen cycling to work – I could get used to this (sadly, knowing the British weather, this is as good as it’ll get all year …)
Right, tunes.
Ok, I missed a week or so, but for once I have a far better excuse than my usual idiocy/slackness.
Beatrice Constance arrived on the 7th October, weighing in at 9lb 4oz and has thrown our world into a spin – I now have a 10 day old to look after as well as a 2 1/2 year old, so digging through heaps of tunes, carefully curating the finest from heaps of dross has been less of a priority (doesn’t mean I’ve stopped entirely, mind)
Right, that’s it with the excuses – I’ve had a couple of weeks to select some corking tunes for you …
This week I’ve mostly been in pain.
Not, as you might expect, from riding 60 odd miles from London to Brighton for the British Heart Foundation on Sunday, (what was that? You want to sponsor me? Oh, go on then … ) but more from having my first proper falling off incident about 9hrs before I was due to start. I’ve not had road rash like this since I was about 15 years old.
Lesson learned, don’t spend many hours in the Kernel Brewery and then try and cycle across town afterwards.
Right what was that, music? Oh yeah …
Yeah a day late, but it means I’ve got some tidy tunes for you – I’m sure you’ll forgive me.
Odd little realisation – I’ve seen every band/producer listen below live …
Sometime music is surprisingly dumb and formulaic.
C’mon, admit it, DUR-DUR-WUBWUBWUBWUBWUB can get *seriously* trying after the the first few microseconds unless you’re full of more horse tranquillisers than Shergar on a comedown and ‘bootleg culture’ isn’t much better. Face it, the majority of songs which work well together, or can be ‘reinterpreted’ by banging a chunky beat and bassline underneath them is rapidly diminishing.
I like The Allergies, they seem to be one of the few using their brains whilst making music. It’s not just the same formulaic ‘take a popular song from the 60s/70s/80s and stick a wobble under it’ which seems to be all too prevalent in some scenes, but a proper cut and pasting of samples, scratches, nicely structured and usually they’re dancefloor catnip.
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