The Monthly Playlist selection of choice music, plus our Choice Albums list from the last month.
We decided at the start of the year to change things a little with a reminder of not only our favourite tracks from the last month, but also a list of choice albums too. This list includes both those releases we managed to feature and review on the site and those we just didn’t get the time or room for.
All entries are displayed alphabetically.
Meanwhile, our Monthly Playlist continues as normal, with all the choice tracks from May selected by Dominic Valvona, Matt Oliver and Brian ‘Bordello’ Shea.
CHOICE RELEASES FROM THE LAST MONTH OR SO:
A Single Ocean ‘S-T’
Review
The Balloonist ‘Dreamland’
(Wayside & Woodland) Review/Piece
Black Liq & Dub Sonata ‘Much Given, Much Tested’
The Bordellos ‘Liam Gallagher’
(Metal Postcard)
Cumsleg Borenail ‘It’s Your Collagen Not Your Conversation I Desire, My Pretty’
Famo Mountain ‘For Those Left Behind’ – This month’s cover art
Fir Cone Children ‘Gearshifting’
(Blackjack Illuminist Records) Review
LIUN + The Science Fiction Band ‘Does It Make You Love Your Life?’
(Heartcore Records) Review
Neon Crabs ‘Make Things Better’
(Half Edge Records) Review
SAD MAN ‘Art’
(Cruel Nature Records) Review
Staraya Derevyna ‘Garden Window Escape’
(Ramble Records/Avris Media) Review
Tomo-Nakaguchi ‘Out Of The Blue’
(Audiobulb Records) Review
Zavoloka ‘ISTYNA’
AND NOW, THE MONTHLY PLAYLIST::
LIUN + The Science Fiction Band ‘SPEAK TO ME’
SISTER WIVES ‘YnCanu’
Neon Crabs ‘J Spaceman’s Blues’
Fir Cone Children ‘Madness!’
A Single Ocean ‘White Bright Light’
Your 33 Black Angels ‘Your Sickness Solution’
Dabbla, Ghosttown, Dubbledge ‘Karate Good’
Black Liq & Dub Sonata ’10 Black Commandments’
Homeboy Sandman & Brand The Builder ‘Infinite Pockets’
Milena Casado ‘Yet I Can See’
Wildchild ‘Change For 2 Cents’
The Strange Neighbour & L One ‘625’
Pan Amsterdam & Leron Thomas ‘Evening Drive’
Famo Mountain ‘My Struggle To Survive’
Orain ‘Tangerine’
Smashing Red ‘Dark Eyed Girl’
Meggie Lennon ‘Running Away’
Dyr Faser ‘Sinister Dialogue’
Battle Elf ‘Stops Pretty Places’
Violet Nox ‘Strange Remix by Jonathan Santarelli’
Tomo-Nakaguchi ‘Indigo Line’
Tom O C Wilson ‘Better Off’
The Mining Co. ‘Treasure in Spain’
Oliver Earnest ‘Directionless’
The Bordellos ‘Cabbage Patch Doll Kiss’
Mama Oh No ‘Samba De Janeiro’
Zavoloka ‘Vesnianka’
Cumsleg Borenail ‘Signus Vectors’
OvO ‘Scavo’
Fatboi Sharif & Driveby ‘Swim Team Audible Function’
Cosmic Ear ‘Father and Son’
Staraya Derevnya ‘Tight-Lipped Thief’
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Our Daily Bread 607: John Howard, James P M Phillips, Corduroy Institute, Charlie Butler…
January 18, 2024
A ROUNDUP OF REVIEWS FROM BRIAN ‘BORDELLO’ SHEA
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Heskey ‘Crack In The Mirror’
Do you like Teenage Fanclub and bands of tuneful guitar strum? If so you are going to enjoy this blissful pop song of tunesmithery; it has all the ingredients one would want for such a release; if it was fish and chips it would just have the right amount of salt and vinegar.
John Howard ‘Safety In Numbers/In The Light Of Fires Burning’
(Kool Kat Music)
The brand new single from John Howard is upon us and it is a double A-sided thing of nostalgic beauty, two brief glimpses of how songs where written and performed, with a pop eloquence that sadly seems mostly a thing of the past. To kick things off we have “Safety In Numbers”, a sublime pop ballad that brings to mind The Beach Boys in their Pet Sounds days; wonderful harmonies drift upon a sea of piano tranquility. The second little pop gem is “In The Light Of Fires Burning”, which again is another nostalgic gem a song that captures the magic and sadness of growing old whilst celebrating your youth and memories through the joys of pop song: A song worthy of Sedaka at his finest.
Liam Gallagher & John Squire ‘Just Another Rainbow’
I was expecting nonsense I will be honest, but was taken aback by just what an explosion of nonsense it was. We have John “I have all the Led Zep albums on vinyl, cd and cassette” Squire showing he knows all the chords, and he has six strings, and he is going to play everyone of them with as little subtlety as possible. He has seen rock school. He knows how it goes. Is it original? No, we have heard it all before. Is it good? No. Did I want the monstrosity to stop? Yes! Not to be outdone by John “I have all the Led Zep albums on vinyl cassette, cd and 8 track” Squire, we have Liam ‘I have done poo poo’s in my pants” Gallagher once again demonstrating his vocal prowess; the singing like he has just been told off by his mum vocal emoting. And to show that he is not going to be outdone by John “I have every Led Zep album on vinyl, cassette, cd, 8 track and download” Squire he decides to demonstrate how he knows the names of all the colours in the laugh out loud badness of the lyrics. I once wrote that the Oasis song “Little James” could be the worst song ever written by a grown up. Well, maybe not any longer. It is a close run thing. So for that, Squire and Gallagher should be proud.
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James P M Philips ‘Spite, Bile & Beauty’
(Turquoise Coal)
Punk, folk, rock and a medieval becoming strangeness all collide to bring us another album of psychedelic whimsy from the head and heart of James P M Phillips: an album of joy, sadness, humour and pain. Whether it be the quite wonderfully disturbingly jagged “My Head Is Full Of Rats” or the quite beautiful folk strum of “My New Friend”, James has his own unique way of making music and writing songs; dipping his own original thought patterns into a hybrid of musical genre hopping eccentricity. And it is pleasure to listen to an album of short snippets of musical madness and joy.
The Incurables ‘Inside Out & Backwards’
(Big Stir Records)
It does make me smile when middle-aged men sing about growing up, as The Incurables do on the first track ‘When I Grow Up’. As I well know, middle-aged men who play in bands never grow up; that is the power and magic of music and long may it continue.
The Incurables are a punk pop band that performs punk pop well, and at times they remind me of Green Day but without the annoying singer and with a more bubblegum sometimes New York Dolls feel, and some quite wonderful Batman bass riffs: in fact, some just wonderful bass riffs. This music is no longer going to change the world but sadly I cannot see any music anymore doing that, but The Incurables have their place and that place is in any pop punkers record collection.
Corduroy Institute ‘Take A Train To Manchester’
I have taken a train journey to Manchester many times in my life and none have been as enjoyable or as interesting as this, or indeed, as experimental – is it possible to take an experimental train journey I wonder? Anyway, the title track is a wonder: imagine Funkadelic being sucked into a video game whilst Delia Derbyshire juggled fruit. And from there we are taken on a long and dreamlike journey, calling at stops that are both rewarding and disturbing in a good way.
“[A] Girl Named Philosophy” is a bass heavy vacuum of Scott Walker like lust and mystery – just how much I miss that man and his artistry. And I could be wrong, but Scott could be a big influence on the excellently named Corduroy Institute: at least they are reading from the same book or singing from the same hymn sheet.
I love how the Corduroy Institute take jazz, pop, classical and funk and mold it into a warm expression of artistic splendicity; from at times sounding like Japan tuning up – not the band I might add, but the whole country -, and you opening your eyes and seeing life for the first time for what it is: full of love, hate, sadness and joy. An album of supreme aural wonder, and next time you take a train to Manchester soundtrack it with this.
Orchard Til You Fall Down
(Cruel Nature Records)
Punk rock is alive and well and living in Cruel Nature Records. Another ltd edition cassette delight of lo-fishness from the label that offers you all kinds of alternative delights; this time supplying us with ram jam bag of indie punk experimental joy. With mostly just guitar and drums, and occasional bass, and some fine vocals it reminds me at times of early Siouxsie and The Banshees. And, with all its beautiful post punk starkness, takes you back to an old dive of a small venue that was full of cheap booze, cig smoke and battered leather jackets and dreams of your youth when the world offered the chance to make a difference and the future was coloured in the shade of weekly music papers and John Peel on the radio and local bands blowing your minds on a weekly basis. Til You Fall Down is an album of old hopes remembered: a beauty of a release.
Charlie Butler ‘Wild Fictions’
(Cruel Nature Records) 1st February 2024
Are you all fuzzed up and ready to take that trip to the local magic carpet store and fly your purchase home, but not first deciding to stop by the local fields to pick a few magic mushrooms to pop into your grannies soup and watch her explode into a explosion of rainbow colours, which Liam Gallagher will then tell you the names of as he is good like that – he knows all the names, he is a clever boy, it won’t be long before he’s been toilet trained. You then decide to soundtrack this event by popping the brand new cassette into your hi-fi that the postman has delivered riding on his old 70s vintage chopper bike; the cassette has been posted by some kind wizard who works at Cruel Nature Records, and you are more than delighted by the magic the tape emits; the sound of all your yesterday’s rolled into four slices of psychedelic keyboard frenzy that slow dances with some augmented guitar. Oh how the soup is warm and refreshing; like how your granny is warm and refreshing, her skin surfing with delight at every organ chime; a lovely of ladybirds sit outside your window marvelling at the aural majesty not heard since the golden days of the Spacemen 3 and those long summer days daisy hopping. The music is all that you hoped it would be, for music without hope is hopeless and this is anything but that; it is the cream cake among lesser mortals.
Fran Ashcroft ‘Songs That Never Were’
(Think Like A Key)
There is magic afoot, a warm kind of musical magic; a treasure trove of forgotten emotions that are plucked and streamed from the past 50 years and gathered together in the form of the greatest of artforms; songs that explode with a cheeky nod and a wink to our musical past, our musical heritage. Yes indeed, Fran Ashcroft has given us a strange and warm sounding album.
All the music that I’ve heard Fran has had a hand in producing is always steeped in a loving glow: From the excellent “Waiting For A Britpop Revival” – a song Luke Haines would sell his left arm to have written – to the McCartney like “I Believe In You” – a song worthy of the Pete Ham album “7 Park Avenue”.
There is a uniqueness about this album; a trueness and soul you do not come across often much in these days of music to be played on phones. These are songs that could have been written anytime over the last 50 or so years, with some quite beautiful melodies and great lyrics; songs made for and by a music lover…already one on my end of the year best list.
Cumsleg Borenail ‘…Plays The Beatles’
I am a huge Beatles fan and this album captures all the magic and experimental forward thinking music the Beatles recorded. These are some of the finest and well thought out and performed covers of well known classics; songs you can hear everyday by turning on the radio can eventually sound stale, but these have been reworked and reimagined to such a degree that they would have the avant-garde young 60s Macca waving his thumbs in delight. This is an album to be heard and cherished by all Beatles fanatics.
THE KING OF NO-FI BRIAN ‘BORDELLO’ SHEA REVIEWS ANOTHER HAUL OF NEW AND UPCOMING RELEASES FOR THE MONOLITH COCKTAIl. (Unless stated otherwise, all releases are available at time of publication)
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Tearless Life ‘Conversations With Angels’
(Other Voices Records)
The debut single from The Tearless Life and a strange thing it is indeed; part post-punk gothitude, part Harry Styles: maybe they should have called themselves Boy Division. It is a quite interesting and enjoyable pop single and is blanketed in a summer warmth that captures the long lost summer radio evenings of Radio one, when Kid Jenson and Janice Long used to entertain us whilst waiting for the stranger sounds from John Peel. And the B-side does not half remind me of Julian Cope in one of his stranger pop explosions of leather flying pants glory. A quite wonderful pairing.
Candid Faces ‘Coming Home’
(Warren Faces)
Every week I seem to have an email box full up of great guitar music by young bands. Sadly I cannot write about them all, so Candid Faces are one of the chosen ones in this month’s round up. And as I have just written, they are young, full of life and humour, vim and vigour, and are blessed with a pop nonchalance that I very much approve of. I’m very sure they will be riding the waves of success when the damn breaks and guitar music will once again become a musical mainstream necessity.
Hydroplane ‘Stars (Twilight Mix)’
(World Of Echo)
A sweet twee last dance of a song, all heavenly bobby socks melodies chiming Buddy Holly guitars and the taste of the end or the beginning of first love; the sound of the ending of innocent wishes and kisses and a rather beautiful thing it all is too.
Slow Pulp ‘Doubt’
(ANTI-)
Slow Pulp’s ‘Doubt’ is an enjoyable little indie rock/emo pop song that my daughter seemed to enjoy. As I was listening to the track she asked what and who it was, and is now considering going to watch them at Jimmys in Liverpool in November. So they must be doing something right, and is nice to know that music still reaches out and touches the souls and inspires youngsters to go out and have a good night with friends. The power and emotional pull of music will never subside.
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Liam Gallagher ‘Live At Knebworth 22’
11th August 2023
Ok, people who know anything about me know that I’m really not an Oasis fan. I find them extremely over-rated and I think they put guitar music back 30 years with their unimaginative paint by numbers guitar sludge. They made it fashionable to be average and beige, and to make mock ‘n’ roll music. For real rock ‘n’ roll has a spirit; a sexiness; a taste of adventure that Oasis songs really do not have: they have as much danger as watching an episode of Hollyoaks.
So I admit I wasn’t expecting to really like this album much. And for once I was right: I really do not like this album at all. It has all the lack of qualities that Oasis had. It is of course Liam Gallagher‘s triumphant return to Knebworth in all its paint by numbers glory. Liam standing bow legged like he has a full nappy singing in his voice like he has just been told off by his mum, backed by a band who knows all the right chords and are played in all the right order with no deviation from the recorded and released versions. Half the songs are Oasis classics (if classics is the right word for songs of such stodgy lack of glamour), but at least they have a melody unlike the other half of the album made up of highlights from his solo albums – again, highlight might not be the right word as the highlight of a Liam album is the last bar of the last song on it. I know people will say Liam must be good because he sold out Knebworth so many times and all these people went to watch him. Yes indeed, but remember people also pay to watch Golf.
Is there anything good I can say about this album? Well actually I can find two things. The first is it does not have a version of ‘Little James’ on it, which is the worst song ever written by a grown up, and the second thing, is at least it is not a Noel Gallagher solo album, which would take tedium to new highs: or would that be lows. So an album to be avoided by all: even if you are an Oasis fan. You might as well listen to your already cherished copies of the studio albums as there is nothing different here, just the same old sameness.
Mick Harvey and Amanda Acevedo ‘Phantasmagoria In Blue’
(Mute) 1st September 2023
Phantasmagoria In Blue is an album of sweeping lush duets between a man and a woman; mostly covers with a couple of originals thrown in. An old and wonderful concept that has done many times before, but a concept that I for one never tire of, as I never grow tired of renditions of ‘Songs For The Siren’. For yes there is another version on Phantasmagoria In Blue, and a fine version it is, swathed in beauty and strings and conjuring up images of windswept lovers meeting on winter beaches with the ocean whispering sweet truths and wishful wants.
The whole album in fact is one long journey; one long story that sets a mood and for the length of the album never loses that mood; an album of romantic redemption; an album to lose yourself in with the partner of your choice or one to soundtrack the unforgiving beauty of loneliness.
Craig Fortnam ‘Ruins In Time EP’
(Believer’s Roast)
Late 60s early 70s psych folk vibes abound with this rather spiffing three-piece slice of Bandcamp magic. From the excellent opener, the Syd Barrett like ‘Shepard’s On The Lawn’, through to the second and my fave of the three, the rather beautiful folky ‘Ruins In Time’ – which had me wondering where I have left my ‘A Game For All To Play Boxset’ – these tracks really do take you back to a much gentler and magical time. The only bad point about this EP is that it not an album.
Funeral Cake ‘One Funny Place EP’
(Dandy Boy Records)
Does anyone out there want a slice of Funeral Cake? A 4 track EP of fuzzy guitar pop and tuneful melodies, that sounds a lot like those pesky Primitives; yes, that band from the 80s that held our pop hearts in their hands and juggled and performed various holiday fairylike tricks with it sprinkling sparkle dust over the pesky blighter. Yes indeed, the Funeral Cake carry the same magic, the same pop suss, the same melodious let-me-tickle-your-funny-bones-and-make-your-day-a-sunny-treat. Yes, Funeral Cake are popadelica: a real treat for you.
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Dominic Valvona
Idiot Blur Fanboy ‘Oasis Are The Enemy’
(Wormhole World) LP/6th March 2020
There’s that 70s interview between goading miscreant music writer Lester Bangs and his idol Lou Reed, the one where Bangs baits his subject, hitting on a nerve in taking a pop at the former Velvet darling’s current foil and champion David Bowie, who’s star was of course in ascendance, a consequence of which was reviving Lou’s solo career. Bangs however accuses Bowie, Nosferatu style, of bloodsucking on Lou’s creative life force for his own ends; at one point he opines that Bowie wasn’t even a good songwriter, and that he hadn’t written anything even as good or lasting as Sam The Sham’s ‘Wooly Bully’. Tenuous, but in the same ballpark, cult leader of the stalwart lo fi Bordellos and a myriad of sporadic side-projects, Brian Shea recently posted a series of charity shop bin-fodder and kitsch albums (from the early 90s cast of Coronation Street to Bruce Forsyth) he, as scornfully goading as Bangs and hoping for a similar rise, stated were better than Oasis’s grand opus, Be Here Now. He had a point.
Under the guises of the Idiot Blur Fanboy, Brian’s latest dysfunctional and despondent Tascam rubber-band four-track triumph Oasis Are The Enemy pours a bucket of cold sick over not only the sorry excuse for a Ruttles tribute band but their mockney middleclass rivals Blur. But this isn’t just an obsessive ranting diatribe – even if the George Formby meets Mark E Smith twat-gait breezy ‘Liam Gallagher’ ditty is an excuse to take a pop: “Walks like he shat himself, sings like a spud” -; more a title and lyric that encapsulates the sorry state of the music industry and pockets of fandom still living in a recent past. But at least Noel Gallagher and Damon Albarn have moved on musically, as uninspiring as they might be. Liam, stuck still singing the Wonderwalls and Supernovas his brother wrote 25 years ago, has a solo career that he seems to think is somehow truer to the spirit of rock’n’roll; knocking and pestering, squabbling constantly with Noel who he denounces for apparently turning his back on that myopic vision of rock music. Truth is Liam’s music and cockiness is dull as dishwater. Apart from the already mentioned cheap but hilarious turd delivered Liam track, the titular tune is the only other sneering polemic relating to this theme; ‘Idiot Blur Fanboy’, which originally had an even less PC title, is a chugging thumbed lo fi Jilted John distortion, a brilliant raving Britpop antichrist tango.
The rest of Brian’s ruminations and idiosyncratic observed, musical inspirations littered, diy poetry concerns love-lost resignation, electric-soup connoisseurs of lethal strong lager, wistful remorse, regret and even a tinge of that nostalgia. ‘Cabbage Patch Doll Kiss’ is in the melancholic romantic vogue; a cantering malady with some of the album’s best lines (and there are many): “My hat was a garden, now it’s a rubbish tip. You were the captain of my favourite bath ship.” –Syd Barret eat your heart out. That bastard ‘Rick Astley’ was playing on the radio during another breakup (“I longed for the dark, so I could cry under the killing moon.”) yet is credited with saving Brian’s soul. ‘In My Bed’ pulls the malingering humour into sharp focus however, as one of the album’s saddest profound heartaches, Brian touching upon his own mental health and its effects on a partner. Just as seemingly sad, ‘Guitars And Dust’ finds the middle-aged St. Helens maverick as the lamentable surveyor of his bedroom music empire, yearning that “I’m not the man I thought I’d be.” With a sort of bastardised slow ‘Band On The Run’ feel, Brian touches upon his family band’s underground status, devoid after decades of success. Brian pulls himself together for the final scour, ‘Oh Morrissey’. To a discordant buzz and lone electric guitar Brian has a go at an icon over a perceived betrayal; Morrissey lurching in recent years to the ‘right’. Always a contrary fucker at the best of times, but no calls for boycotts or much in the way of criticism over his vulgarities and cuntiness when he was supporting left wing causes, Morrissey has shown support for Tommy Robinson, sported a Britain First badge on US TV, but also (how dare he) been sympathetic to those who voted for Brexit. He is, as Brian puts it, a “twat”. But lets see it for what it is, a fading star stirring the pot and looking for attention. Still a boycott seems petty and full of false indignity: Be weary of false idols.
The wisdom of a St. Helens Daniel Johnston or Dan Treacy on the dole, the stripped down Idiot Blur Fanboy LP is a triumph of lo fi integrity in an age in which all the counterculture and underground ‘mutherfuckers’ have disappeared into mediocrity or under the fleeting caviler relationship of streaming: a flakey epoch and market place unsympathetic to musicians and artists. Someone care though, and for that they deserve your support and pocket money. Let’s see what we can do to keep such mavericks afloat.
Related from the Archives:
The Bordellos ‘Debt Sounds: Track by Track’
The Bordellos ‘Will.I.Am, You’re Really Nothing’
Brian Bordello’s Reviews Roundup
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