THE INIMITABLE BRIAN ‘BORDELLO’ SHEA DELIVERS HIS VERDICT ON A NEW HAUL OF RELEASES FROM THE LAST MONTH (all of which are available now, unless stated otherwise)
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Humm ‘Danced Alone (Who I Am When I’m In love)’
This month’s cover stars
‘Danced Alone [who I Am When I Am In Love]’ is a lovely jaunt of melancholy wonder, a respite of fulfilment; the kind of charming acoustic pop that Eddi Reader used to occasionally bother the bottom end of the Top 40 with when people cared about such things. I think Humm could be ones to watch, and expect them to pop up on the radio 2 playlists soon: that is, if there is any justice in this musical world.
Bloom de Wilde ‘Clown’s Ride On A Kangaroo’
(Cherry Red)
There is something quite joyous and magical about ‘Clown’s Ride On A Kangaroo’. It’s perfect radio pop with a bewitching quality that seeps into your soul, takes hold of your heart and spins it around leaving you a giddy mess of stirred up emotions. It’s a hopeful future memory of found love, that old 60s or 70s pop song appearing on your transistor radio as you dance by yourself, imagining in your arms was the partner of your dreams. Pure pop perfection.
Tom Satch Kerans ‘Those Lies’
If catchy Stones-like rock ‘n’ roll is your thing, and if it is not your thing, what on earth are you doing reading the Monolith Cocktail! For what we have here is a catchy slice of early 80s like Rolling Stones or a Tom Petty with a Bee in his Bonnet – in fact have you ever heard of anyone who has ever had a Bee in his Bonnet? I have squashed a wasp in my ear, but that is a whole completely different story. But I cannot imagine having a bee in your bonnet being a very pleasant experience, unlike this song, which is a very pleasant experience and one more people should share in.
Dragged Up ‘Hex Domestic’
(Cruel Nature Records)
With a shiver and a shudder, the rumbles and vibrations of a bass, and the warmness of an escape from everyday life, you enter the indie world of the cassette label. You enter into the world of Cruel Nature Records, a world that exists not just in films directed by Jason Reitman but also in real life; in real life UK, a place that is in need of a shot of indie alternative art more and more everyday. And it’s labels like Cruel Nature Records that is somehow making my life tolerable and giving me hope. For they release ltd edition cassettes as splendid and life affirming as this little 4 track beauty by Dragged Up; 4 tracks of pure Velvets, Teenage Fanclub and Vaselines like gems of warmth and cold walks on rain soaked pavements attempting to window shop in boarded up shop windows in the decaying memories of what the High Street used to be: 4 tracks of pure beauty, melancholy and hope.
Dog Door ‘Cover Up Contest’
‘Cover Up Contest’ by Dog Door submerges into your yesterdays with a trip down to the days when Sparklehorse was an essential part of ones record collection; when Mercury Rev used to soundtrack your evening with your not quite married friends, and sipping to much alcohol was a daily occurrence. This is a track that almost catches the magic of those carefree days, and is a quite lovely thing indeed.
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Nick Frater ‘Bivouac’
17th November 2023
The art of the concept album is alive and well and living in the confines of Nick Frater’s new album Bivouac; an album about escaping post industrial Britain and seeking solitude in a woodland sanctuary.
All the tracks run into each other giving you the blanket of warmth and melody, which really is not a bad thing and with the coming Winter months can indeed be an essential requirement as it may be the only warmth we get this year. It’s sunshine pop after all. It brings to mind the magic of Jellyfish and Squeeze at their best. The 70s am pop of Andrew Gold, Billy Joel, Todd Rundgren all collide and cause an explosion of one of the most heart warming and joyful albums of the year.
The Quantum Surf Garage Dolls ‘The Ship, The Compass And The New World’
At last, the debut album from The Quantum Surf Garage Dolls. And it’s just what the world needs; honestly it does. In this time of war and death we need the sound of an instrumental like Joe Meek magic/madness brought to us by three tiny plastic dolls. We need adventure guitar twang; the whirring and whirling of sci-fi sounds; the feeling you are witnessing the second coming of the black and white TV age: the age when cobble streets and Minnie Caldwell were everybody’s sweetheart.
The Quantum Surf Garage Dolls sound like they could have stepped straight out of the wonderful explosion of 60s teenage high musical melodrama that was “Live It Up” – the Smart Alecs would have killed to have tracks like these, or at least swapped their motorbikes for. A wonderful album, the perfect soundtrack for sitting in a coffee house: the coffee house being the 2 i’s not Costa.
The Conspiracy ‘The New Zeitgeist’
(Metal Postcard Records)
Eccentricity is not a common thing in music these days. It is on the whole frowned upon, with record labels and radio stations tending to play safe and stick with the same old or the same new soulless pop or indie by-numbers strum alongs. Music with intelligence and verve and wit are pushed to the backwaters; the likes of the great Julian Cope and Luke Haines becoming nothing more than an influential cult. And that dear readers can be the only explanation why The Conspiracy are not better known, and currently reside in the ‘never heard of them, they cannot be any good brigade’, where in fact I have heard of them and they are very good indeed. As I’ve written in previous reviews of their music, they are very bloody British; they wear their love of The Kinks and the aforementioned Julian Cope on their sleeves.
Intelligent witty lyrics and riffs that at times sound like an upmarket Billy Childish – the days of him not slumming it at Aldi but buying his riffs from Selfridges. See The Conspiracy are intelligent contrary buggers who do not dumb down their art, and in these days of Neanderthals wanting Oasis to reform that can only be applauded, and they should be given medals for trying to keep intelligent artful pop alive and well.
Neon Kittens ‘Nine Doesn’t Work For An Outside Line’
(Metal Postcard Records)
Post-punk beatnik shenanigans are afoot with this the new release from Neon Kittens. Their second album [I think] carries on where their last left off, with spoken female vocals purring erotically like an attractive nun filing her nails, smiling, knowing her crotchless knickers are only slightly hidden by her too short mini habit wondering just where to place her oversized cross next, over the scratch and sniff guitar yearnings that are part Fire Engines, part Scary Monster & Super Creeps, part rock ‘n’ roll, and part sexual abandonment. Yes, this is the true sound of total derailment. This is the sound of a 15 year old girl French kissing her jazz induced slightly older best friend with benefits; an album of pure off-center genius.
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