The cult leader of the mighty Bordellos rages, swoons and…over a haul of new and recent singles and albums for the Monolith Cocktail
___SINGLES___
Angharad ‘Postpartum’
(Libertino Records)
Oh my lord I love this. I love listening to angry and pissed off Welsh women: maybe that’s why I have been married to one for 30 years. Typing that line has now made me wonder, ‘is my wife pissed off because she has been married to me for thirty years’…surely not, for I am a catch. But I digress. ‘Postpartum’ is a wonderful surge of aggression, an outpouring of pure primal scream emotion but with tinges of dark humour and real life. Art core PJ Harvey with a touch of John Cale at his finest. A beast of a track.
Nora Kelly Band ‘Roswell’
(Mint Records)
The Nora Kelly Band single ‘Roswell’ sweeps us up and gently wraps us in a candyfloss haze of country magic, with a song that aims for the stars and goes far beyond, gently rocking us to a place of seduction and dreams; a gentle place that erupts in a fountain of space cadet wonder and magic. A love song full of quirks and deep yearning. A love song that can make the heart flutter and your eyes water. A special talent indeed. From a forthcoming album Rodeo Clown; an album I will be adding to my collection no doubt.
Lauren Bousfield feat. Ada Rook ‘Hazer’
(Orange Milk Records)
The sound of smart phone pop eating itself, ever wondered what it sounds like? Well give this a listen.
M. Ward Feat. Scott McMicken ‘New Kerrang’
I saw the title and was overcome with a wave of nostalgia with memories of my then 14-year-old daughter texting me asking me every Tuesday if could I pick up the new copy of Kerrang Magazine. But “New Kerrang” is not actually about my then 14-year-old daughter texting me at work (which let’s be honest is not surprising), but it is a rather nifty little pop song that does take me back, but back to the days of late 60s Kinks when they offered flower like gems of pop perfection plastered in irony and heart pulling tugs of pure melancholy and nostalgia, and “New Kerrang” is blessed with the same magic.
Katie Von Schleicher (Ft. Lady Lamb) ‘Elixir’
(Sipsman)
I really like this single, it has a lovely slinkiness about it; a well-written guitar pop song filled with humour and intelligence and a laidback bewitching melody. And I also love the electric guitar, which has a touch of the Marc Bolan’s about it, which believe me is always a feather in the cap, or in this case a feathered boa around the neck. A lovely gem of a song.
Sedona ‘Domino’
I do love pop pop pop music (oh dear an attack of the M’s) and Sedona is indeed all “pop pop pop music”, in the good old fashioned 80s Madonna, Jane Wiedlin (of Rush Hour fame) was a great single way. Yes, Sedona has all it takes to succeed in this cutthroat business. She has all the qualities: the looks, the voice, the song, and has a carefree soulful pop sound that a lot of modern smart phone pop fails at. Sedona is one to watch trust me: have I been wrong before…well, yes many times. But this one is a banker.
Ex Norwegian ‘Real Bad Bunny’
A new single from Ex Norwegian is a wonderful thing in the way great pop music is a wonderful thing, because the new single by Ex Norwegian is great new pop music; the kind of song the radio should be playing on sunny days, and “Real Bad Bunny” really burrows into your head (see what I did there). Great melody, great lyrics, great attitude, just great wonderful pop music, and it’s not even the highlight of the three tracks on this EP. That is track three, “Talk Dirty”, which is all Pete Townsend 60s power chords and late seventies power pop/new wave arrogance and attitude. A wonderful release.
____EPS/ALBUMS___
John Dowler’s Vanity Project ‘Jukebox Amnesia’
(Half A Cow Records)
This is a fun listen, an EP of four covers by the John Dowlers Vanity Project; all four being very fine and wonderful songs, so you would have to be pretty untalented indeed not to make a EP of pure pop frenzy and fun out of them. It kicks off with a masterful version of The Masters Apprentice “War Or Hands Of Time” – I do like a bit of freakbeat it must be said – followed up with a version of the much covered but always fun to listen to “Psychotic Reaction”, which is a bit of a good idea, and then to the garage soul of Them‘s “Could You Would You”, and to finish with a bit of Jethro Tull; adding a bit of prog to the proceedings: well why not. A Vanity project that is indeed fun to listen to (for a change).
The Chives ‘S-T’
(Metal Postcard Records)
If shambolic rock ‘n’ roll is your thing, here is the album for you. A sublime car crash of The Rolling Stones, The Strokes and the great-lost American band 20TH Century Princess all wrapped in a not so neat parcel, but with melodies galore and not giving a damn attitude. It even has probably the third finest version of ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday’ you are ever likely to hear: For those who care the two better versions are the Carol King Demo version, followed by the Monkees classic, and not that far behind it this gem of a version. Rock ‘n’ roll is supposed to be fun slightly dangerous and sexy and The Chives debut ticks all the boxes; the box being filled full of post-punk speed fuelled frogs.
Our Daily Bread 231: Mark Frost ‘The Secret History Of Twin Peaks’
November 28, 2016
BOOK REVIEW
Words: Dominic Valvona
Mark Frost ‘The Secret History Of Twin Peaks’
Bridging the 25-year gap and obviously drumming up suspense and anticipation for the third series of Twin Peaks in 2017, Mark Frost’s unconventional “novel” seems to suggest the writer secretly hankered for a job on The X-Files during the fallow years in which the story lay dormant. Expanding the original show’s remit, which he co-wrote and conceptualized with David Lynch, Frost has elaborated on the history of the town, its characters and their backstories. But most notably he’s weaved an ever-larger cobweb of intrigue and conspiracy; all threads leading to the cover up of what might or might not be extraterrestrial activity.
Speculation has run riot, as it inevitably does; cast members announced, plotlines and narratives drip-fed over the Internet. We do know this for certain. The story will revolve around an unearthed mysterious purpose-built container and its archival contents; handed over to female FBI agent Tamara Preston along with all of agent Dale Cooper’s notes on the murder – that sparked the whole sorry tale – of Laura Palmer. Sanctioned by “Coop” and Preston’s superior Chief Gordon Cole (played by Lynch himself in the series), our investigator must pour over the rich display of concatenate notes, scribbling her own footnotes in the margin; authenticating, alluding to more information or admitting they’re plain stumped as to what the hell is going on. All the time we the reader must wait until the final reveal; kept guessing as to both the author’s identity and the person who added their own narrative and stored these files in the first place. The reader then, is a mere observer, a voyeur; this report on a report only ever meant for a selective few.
Transcripts, cuttings, reports, letters and various clues all pieced together in a chronological timeframe feature a loose plotline by this mysterious guiding hand. Written as a quasi alternative history, Frost manages to embrace every one of the central tenants of the conspiracy theorem: the obligatory assassination of JFK, the Roswell UFO crash and, in this case, the centuries old struggle between an altruistic Freemasonry and its malcontent counterpart the Illuminati (incidentally symbolized by the owl) all make guest appearances. Tracing a psychogeography style story that stretches right back to the birth of America and pulls in the legendary explorers of the country’s undiscovered West, Lewis and Clark, real events are weaved into an intriguing tapestry; all of which originate from the unassuming Washington State pine wood hideaway of Twin Peaks.
Events of the last century however are more or less tied to the shady fortunes of Colonel Douglas Milford, one half of the incorrigible Twin Peaks Milford brothers. Fans of the series will have last seen poor Douglas sprawled out with a smile on his face after suffering a fatal heart attack on his wedding night. His betrothed, the extremely young intoxicative temptress Lana Budding (the “Milford widow”) if you remember kept the town’s menfolk in jaw-dropping awe, yet her backstory was never really explored; other than the fact this southern belle was probably on the make, her motives remained obscure, but after reading this novel may have been a lot darker. From a brush with a strange owl-like figure in the woods as a scoutmaster in the 1920s to placing him at the scene of near enough every recorded and unrecorded “close encounter” and alien abduction, Douglas Milford crosses paths with the Aleister Crowley apprentice and important rocket fuel scientist Jack Parsons and the Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard. A sort of investigator, prober and as it would turn out chronicler of these meetings, the outsider role that Douglas took on propelled him into the confidence of Richard Nixon, which opens up even more clandestine portals into the mind-blowing chasm of secrets. Without spoiling the novel’s outcome, let’s just say Douglas is tasked with a deep cover assignment that eventually brings him back to his hometown: where it all began. The baton is passed on and destiny seems to anoint a successor, who will in turn take on the duties of manning the mysterious alluded to “listening post Alpha”.
As you’d expect, Frost builds an even greater expansive conspiracy; answering a range of longstanding queries and questions but posing a whole set of new “what the fucks?” Fans however will discover just why the log lady, Margaret Lanterman, is so attached to her miniature pine chum; just what the hell did happen, back in the woods, with Major Briggs; the entire sorry saga of the Packard–Martell–Eckhart intrigues; Dr. Jacoby’s penchant for Hawaii and the purpose of those ridiculous red and blue tinted glasses he sports; and the fate of femme fatale Audrey Horne – last seen handcuffed to a bank vault door in protest as Andrew Packard, the aged eccentric bank-teller and Pete Martell unlock a safe deposit box only to find out it contains a bomb; the resulting explosion may or may not have leaving survivors. Which brings us back to the events that triggered all this, the brutal murder of Laura Palmer, killed in the end but molested throughout her life by her father Leland Palmer’s evil malevolent spirit “Bob”. Here it is a mere sideshow, the original supernatural, fight between good and evil forces, driven plot moving on to even bigger and far-fetched conspiracies. Agent Cooper, previously leaving the second series on a cliffhanger after his doppelganger escapes the “black lodge”, leaving the real Coop in perpetual limbo, is mentioned only briefly, his whereabouts remaining an enigma. To be fair, Frost is leaving this strand until the third series itself airs in 2017, as it was confirmed early on that Kyle MacLachlan who plays the beleaguered FBI agent is making a welcome return.
In amongst the “Bookhouse Boys” reading list, the Double R laminate menus and Dr. Jacoby’s credentials (which stack up most impressively), Frost taps into the conspiracy theory phenomenon. Fact and fiction entwine, the lines blurred to regale a good yarn. Misdirection is of course key: for instance, being led down the garden path with another elaborate cover story for an even more disturbing secret. Suffice to say the author has further muddied the waters.
Extremely clever and adroit, Frost’s changing prose and style fits a myriad of character’s voices. Ambitious, intriguing, it promises a whole lot of hokum, but enthralling hokum nonetheless.
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