Best Albums of 2009

December 23rd, 2009

Phew it’s that time of year again when we makes lists, because we all love lists. Oh yes. For me 2009 was all about The Beatles, and if I could I would name all 14 reissues albums of the year, the remasters were superb quality and I enjoyed listening to them from start to finish. However I am not going to do that. You can see London Venue Guide’s top ten below. Firstly however, here’s a list of lists of 2009’s best albums:

NME:

10. Jamie T - Kings and Queens
9. Fever Ray - Fever Ray
8. Fuck Buttons - Tarot Sport
7. The Big Pink - A Brief History of Love
6. Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest
5. Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion
4. Wild Beasts - Two Dancers
3. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - It’s Blitz
2. The XX - The XX
1. The Horrors - Primary Colours

 Mojo Magazine:

10. Yeah Yeah Yeahs – It’s Blitz
9. Madness – The Liberty of Nolton Folgate
8. Fuck Buttons – Tarot Sport
7. Florence & the Machine – Lungs
6. Bob Dylan – Together Through Time
5. Tinariwen – Imidiwan: Companions
4. The Horrors – Primary Colours
3. Richard Hawley – Truelove’s Gutter
2. Bill Calahan – Sometimes I Wish I Were An Eagle
1. Animal Collective – Merriweather Post Pavilion

Q Magazine

10 Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
09 U2 - No Line On The Horizon
08 Lily Allen - It’s Not Me, It’s You
07 Muse - The Resistance
06 Arctic Monkeys - Humbug
05 Manic Street Preachers - Journal For Plague Lovers
04 Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavillion
03 Yeah Yeah Yeahs - It’s Blitz!
02 Florence And The Machine - Lungs
01 Kasabian - West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum

And from the wrong side of the Atlantic, Rolling Stone:

10 Sonic Youth - The Eternal
09 The xx - xx
08 The-Dream - Love Vs. Money
07 Neko Case - Middle Cyclone
06 Dirty Projectors - Bitte Orca
05 Green Day - 21st Century Breakdown
04 Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3
03 Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix
02 Bruce Springsteen - Working On A Dream
01 U2 - No Line ON The Horizon

I am finding this year’s list quite difficult - I don’t feel I have listened to enough new music, or maybe I have listened to too much. The easy accessibility of music means it’s often a case of download ten albums in an evening, listen to them once and move onto something else. But the “stayers” this year have been:

10. The Cribs - Ignore the Ignorant

The Cribs still know how to write three chord tunes and now we have Johnny Marr’s fingerprints all over it, which is a good thing. The ballads don’t work as well, but a very good album.

9. Bombay Bicycle Club - I Had the Blues but I Shook Them Loose

Great debut.

8. Passion Pit - Manners

Passion Pit’s debut is full of fun and has some great tunes. The falsetto vocals can annoy after a while, but this is still a good electronica record, although that particular scene is surely due a death now.

7. Arctic Monkeys - Humbug

When this album first came out I loved it. Then I didn’t, now I do again. Stand out tracks are Dance Little Liar and Potion Approaching.  It’s a little short of tunes, and whilst the Monkeys’ sound has grown with their hair, they seem to have lost something of whatever it was that made them special. Still, they are determined not to play the game and I respect them for that. Not as good as Favourite Worst Nightmare, but the next album should be very interesting.

6. The Maccabees - Wall of Arms

Great second album from The Maccabees. The singer has a great Bryan Ferry-like voice, and in fact they sound more than a little like Roxy Music.

5. Air - Love 2

Air really pissed me off in the noughties, after the superb Premiers Symptomes and Moon Safari they just went all, well, crap. 10 000 Hz Legend had its moments (and some odd collaborations with Beck) but I had written them off as a band after a series of disappointments, until people started describing Love 2 as a “return to form”. It’s a great album involving their trademark laidback grooves and odd noises.  

4. Mos Def: The Ecstatic

I loved this album and would rate it almost as highly as Mos Def’s stunning debut Black on Both Sides. The Arab-themed music felt new and fit with the zeitgeist as Iraq and Afghanistan headed inevitably towards Vietnam, films like Hurt Locker told it like it was, and “Auditorium featuring Slick Rick” was possibly the song of the year for me.

3. Girls - Girls

San Fransisco’s Girls appeared out of nowhere in 2009 to hit us with a, let’s be honest, patchy album, but when it hit the heights it offered us the sublime “HellHole Ratrace” and the lovely “Ghost Train”. Their intriguing lead singer Christopher Owens is a former member of the Children of God cult. This album shows a lot of promise, sounding like the Beach Boys, Motown, the Cramps, and something of Glasvegas, only better.

2. The XX - The XX

Where did they come from? This album will get played to death and is in danger of becoming another Moon Safari, appearing on ads and tv shows, but let’s not forget that right now, it is a great album full of feeling. The boy/girl vocals are beautiful and the album has so much empty space you could fit the entire country of Denmark in it. 

1. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - It’s Blitz

The move away from guitars was a masterstroke, this album has so much depth to it and so many great tunes. Live they became one of the best acts around.

Julian Casablancas: HMV Forum (16/12/09)

December 17th, 2009

Last night Julian Casablancas played the second of two sold-out nights at the HMV Forum. And what a disappointing night it was.

Casablancas appeared onstage at 9:20 wearing a sleeveless leather jacket and looking every inch the rock star, before launching into Ludlow Street, which sounded a bit like the Pogues and was an underwhelming opener. Casablancas was joined onstage by two drummers, a keyboard player and a guitarist.

It wasn’t until three songs in, when the keyboards signalled the intro to 11th Dimension, that the crowd looked remotely interested. That didn’t stop Casablancas from talking mindless nonsense in-between songs about how “fuckin’ awesome” the crowd was. It soon became clear why Julian Casablancas rarely does interviews, his personality does not seem to match his rock star look at all - a bit like David Beckham, he would be well-advised to keep his mouth shut. Still, he meant well, and it was nice of him to talk to the crowd, but his banter was pretty abysmal.

The excellent Out of the Blue came early in the set, which provoked some excitement and a singalong, but it didn’t seem to lift the oppressive air of disappointment, which Casablancas either didn’t pick up on, or completely ignored as he continued to spout crap like “Shit man, um yeh, let’s fuckin’ do this”. A low point was reached with the awful “I Wish it Was Christmas Today”. Things picked up slightly with the excellent “Left & Right in the Dark”, but “Tourist” was one of the worst dirges I have ever paid to sit through.

After a brief break, Casablancas returned to play a fairly sweet cabaret-style version of You Only Live Once, just him and a piano, although he did stop himself halfway through to spout more bollocks, before struggling to remember where he was, with the momentum by then completely lost. He finished with Glass, and the crowd stumbled home like they’d just found out Father Christmas didn’t exist.

You can’t deny Julian Casablancas has a great voice, but outside The Strokes he seems lightweight, the songs aren’t good enough (unlike Albert Hammond Junior’s two excellent solo albums) and he doesn’t have the charisma to pull it off.  There was nothing of the “amazing light show” Casablancas had talked about in interviews leading up to the tour, just plain old rock and roll with a little bit of Duran Duran thrown in. The Strokes reunion cannot come soon enough.

Derek B dies of a heart attack

November 16th, 2009

Reports that Derek B has died of a heart attack at the age of 44 have appeared online.

If this is true we will miss the “Bad Young Brother” - one of the first UK rappers to achieve mainstream success, paving the way for the likes of Roots Manuva and Plan B. He will proabbly be best remembered for the novelty football song “The Anfield Rap”, which, complete with John Barnes first ever rap, is probably the best football song ever recorded.

RIP Derek B.

The Flaming Lips, London Troxy (11/11/09)

November 12th, 2009

A Flaming Lips show is always a thing of joy. Last night was no different, despite their new album having less tunes than any for a while. It is no worse for that, but I was wondering how the songs would work live at their gig at the Troxy last night.

The Lips pulled out all the stops from the beginning. The enormous video screen behind the stage portrayed a woman with legs apart, evidently giving birth as the band members appeared from the womb (a door high up in the video backdrop). Wayne Coyne emerged from the womb in his famous bubble, walking/stumbling across the raised arms of the crowd who eventually helpfully pushed him back towards the stage where he launched into “Race For The Prize”. Hundreds of giant balloons were released into the crowd as Coyne fired streamer guns up into the air. All at once the venue looked like a cross between a wedding, a cheap disco and a circus. Fun doesn’t even begin to describe it.

After Race For The Prize, the Flaming Lips kept the good vibe going with a couple of songs from Yoshimi… including Fight Test and Morning of the Magicians, as the crowd threw the giant balloons around and gazed up with wide grins at the never-ending rain of streamers. To the side of the stage were a troupe of rabbit girls and a couple of hairy yetis dancing, as Coyne climbed up on the shoulders of a man in a gorilla suit to sing.    

What was particularly nice was that Wayne Coyne paused to ask the crowd in the pit to throw some of the giant balloons up to those seated above. A Flaming Lips gig is a wonderfully inclusive event, these pros know better than to ignore those in the seats like most indie bands do.

After 20 minutes of non-stop fun, Coyne signalled that things were about to take a dark turn by instructing the crowd to burst all the balloons. “When I sing the next song with all these balloons around, it doesn’t work, it sounds like a bad day at the circus”, said Coyne before launching into “Return of the Hex”. Embryonic’s opener is one of my favourite songs from the new album, driving bass and minimal instrumentation, it sounded great live. Not so successful was “Evil”, which the Lips played to a backdrop of a monkey suffering vivisection. You could suddenly understand why the balloons had all been burst. Coyne explained he believed people can choose whether they are good or evil, and that he wrote the song to remind him of the bad things he had done when he was younger, although it was probably too late for him now. On hearing this you just wanted to give him a hug. How can someone so generous in their entertainment of a crowd and with such a strong sense of fun have committed such evil? Surely not - you wanted to tell him to stop being so hard on himself but who knows what he has been through.

Coyne spoke to the crowd throughout, which I always enjoy, telling us that the Troxy used to be a bingo hall, and talking about how London helped them break big in 1999 when everyone here was talking about the Soft Bulletin (it was voted album of the year by the NME in 1999). He explained that he had known his bassist for 28 years, and they had all known the guy playing acoustic guitar since he was 12. He also played the last post on the trumpet for those killed in “George Bush’s war”, explaining that they did so for selfish reasons, because without the war some of the people who have been killed would be at their gigs. Rambling maybe but you can’t fault the sentiments.   

The Flaming Lips called for a singalong to “Yoshimi”, which they promptly got, before ending their set with the superb “She Don’t Use Jelly”, written all the way back in 1993. An enormous gong surrounded by colourful lights, Wayne Coyne spraying dry ice everywhere and more exploding confetti signalled this could be the grand finale, but after a few minutes they came out for an encore of “Do You Realize?”. Coyne introduced the song by talking about the Flaming Lips’ mentality of taking people away from pain for an evening, and of being one entity of fun, and it was clear he meant it. This really did feel like the end as Coyne pumped up an enormous balloon full of confetti until it burst over the audience, more explosions rang out, and huge blowers made the streamers look like colourful rain as the crowd sang along to the bittersweet words of Do You Realize?

As always with the Lips, a superb gig and great fun. I am a big fan of the new album, and I would have preferred to have heard a few more songs from it, particularly the excellent Ego’s Last Stand. It would have been quite a different gig though, so it is something of a quandary, To do their excellent new material justice the Lips probably have to tone down their live shows - but where would be the fun in that?

Spiritualized perform Ladies and Gentlemen…South Bank Centre (13/10/09)

October 14th, 2009

Spiritualized played their seminal album Ladies and Gentlemen we are Floating in Space at the South Bank Centre’s Royal Festival Hall last night as part of the ATP/Don’t Look Back series. The Royal Festival Hall was a throughly appropriate setting for the performance of this work of art, not least because the stage was large enough to fit everyone on, but also the lights were superb and there was something enjoyable about watching this majestic music from a seat - even Jason Pierce himself chose to sit down throughout.

Accompanied by an orchestra and a gospel choir, Spiritualized began with a rousing rendition of Ladies and Gentlemen…complete with the original sample from Elvis Presley’s Can’t Help Falling in Love, which was left off the album release due to copyright issues. It was clear from this moment that this was going to be an epic gig, the choir adding a new dimension to the sound not heard since Spiritualized toured with the London Community Gospel Choir around the time of the album’s original release.

The guitars kicked in on a lively version of Come Together, which was followed by Think I’m in Love. The call/response that ends this song, with Jason Pierce’s lines being repeated by the choir was particularly effective.

All of my Thoughts saw the full effect of the violent strobing which had been merely been hinted at in the first three songs. Spiritualized have always used noise and release to great effect. Here, the white noise sections with the intense and impressive strobing was almost too much to bear, but the glorious release as the song returned to its verse was almost, well, spiritual.

After a beautiful Stay With Me, the tempo was changed with the more traditional rock of Electricity before Home of the Brave and The Individual brought the strobes and a tremendous wall of noise which had a bit of everything in it - kettle drums, seashells, brass, strings, guitars, harmonicas.. I am sure I am not the only one who usually skips these two tracks when listening at home. Hearing them live I am reminded that seeing Spiritualized live can sometimes be an endurance test as the noise builds and builds. Watching them at Glastonbury 1998 knee-deep in mud there were a number of calls for them to “get on with it” but in the comfort and sophistication of the Festival Hall no-one expressed such impatience.

In a way that is why Spiritualized work - the long, sometimes monotonous wig-outs of noise give way eventually, and thankfully, to beautiful release. This time after the stick of the previous two songs we are rewarded with the beautiful carrot that is Broken Heart. The strings really came into their own here, especially towards the end of the song as the venue was bathed in beautiful green lights reflecting off a gigantic disco ball. After No Good Only Religion came Cool Waves, which again utilised the gospel choir to stunning effect as the Festival Hall was turned into a church. Finally Cop Shoot Cop brought a stunning show to a climax, with its unbearably loud middle section before it was brought down to a minimalist and beautiful choral hook and piano. No Dr John but this was a fitting climax to a superb show.  The only minor disappointment was the encore, which consisted of the lovely Outta Sight - I would have loved to have heard the choir tackle Soul on Fire.

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Noel Gallagher Quits Oasis

August 28th, 2009

Reports just in that Noel Gallagher has quit Oasis. The band’s founder, Noel Gallagher, announced he was quitting tonight after a series of recent rows. They pulled out of tonight’s headlining gig in Paris with reports suggesting Liam had smashed Noel’s guitar in an “altercation” before they were due on stage.

In a statement on oasisnet.com Noel said: “It’s with some sadness and great relief to tell you that I quit Oasis tonight. People will write and say what they like, but I simply could not go on working with Liam a day longer. Apologies to all the people who bought tickets for the shows in Paris, Konstanz and Milan.”

This follows a difficult few weeks for Oasis. They controversially pulled out of a headlining slot at last weekend’s V Festival at the last minute, apparently due to Liam’s “layrngitis”, although strangely, Noel twittered that it was himself who was feeling under the weather. Reports at the time suggested the perennial in-fighting between the two had reached unbearable levels. They have been on different flights and staying at different hotels throughout their recent tours. Last week they watched their beloved Manchester City from different ends of the Stadium.

Arctic Monkeys: Brixton Academy (26/08/09)

August 27th, 2009

Last night Arctic Monkeys played their first UK show in 18 months as they warmed up for their forthcoming headline slots at Reading and Leeds Festivals by playing to a packed Brixton Academy.

Supporting them were Them Crooked Vultures, the American supergroup consisting of singer and guitarist Josh Homme (Queens of the Stone Age), bassist and keyboardist John Paul Jones (Led Zeppelin) and drummer Dave Grohl (Nirvana, Foo Fighters). This was something of a treat, the band only playing their first gig at Chicago Metro two weeks previously. They played for over an hour, all original material. The songs were all very long, with plenty of guitar solos and feedback, a good rocking sounds. The versatile John Paul Jones was playing a bass guitar which had 6 standard guitar strings added to it - I’d never seen an instrument with such a wide neck. Dave Grohl was like a throwback to his Nirvana days, dressed in shorts and perched on an extraordinarily low stool, he had the demeanor of a schoolboy as he pounded his kit. The closing song, which they didn;t reveal the name of, was 8 minutes of epic rock, squalling guitars and feedback, and sounded like an instant classic.

Following Them Crooked Vultures’ excellent and loud set the Arctic Monkeys arrived onstage at 9:30, opening with My Propeller. Unlike anything else Turner has written, I find the euphemisms are a little too unsubtle in this song, but the machine gun stop start section always does it for me. They then launched straight into their cover of Nick Cave’s Red Right Hand, a great song but an unnecessary cover when they have so many classics themselves. Still, the last two minutes of this song are a joy as the Monkeys run free with pounding drums, heavy riffs and solos.      

“Hello We’re Arctic Monkeys. Have we got time for one more?” asked Turner as they played the opening riff of current single Crying Lightning, resulting in big cheers from the crowd. This song has an incredibly catchy chorus, and the breakdown before they launch into it again is classic Monkeys. This was followed by the opening thunderous roll of Brianstorm which sent the crowd wild. This was followed up with Still Take You Home, the crowd still singing back every lyric four years after Whatever People Say I am That’s What I’m Not. “Is everyone alright” Turner asked, as clearly a lot of the crowd had been pushed around a lot in the frantic scenes. As resounding yes rang out the Monkeys somehow upped the pace even more by playing Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor, which every time I hear live I think must be one of the best singles of the last ten years, if not ever!

The pace was thankfully slowed a little with Potion Approaching, a Doors-esque number which sees Turner abandon his guitar and slouch on the mic stand like the ghost of Jim Morrison. The eerie keyboard intro of Pretty Visitors was next. This is one of my favourite songs on Humbug, quick-fire verses spat out by Turner, including the classic line “Which came first the chicken or the dickhead?” and a the wonderfully-eloquent “tail wrapped up in a gasp”. It’s a difficult song to dance to, the quick-fire verses followed by a lurching and dark chorus, all you can do is move up and down slowly.

This House is a Circus followed, one of their best from Favourite Worst Nightmare and a classic live track. This sounds little different from their new songs, a clear indication of the direction they were heading and Turner’s favourite song from FWN. The chorus beats anything on Humbug though, “Like a search for murder clues, in dead man’s eyes”. During this song it strikes you just how heavy sounding the Monkeys are now, they always had the pounding drums but the guitars have got louder. If You Were There Beware followed, with its classic coda “I don’t know what it is that they want, but I haven’t got it to give” which could somehow be an answer to the fans who are disappointed with the new direction and want more Mardy Bums.

Dangerous Animals is my least favourite track on Humbug. I find the chorus D.A.N.G.E.R.O.U.S. really irritating and live it still does nothing for me. Never mind. Next came The View From The Afternoon, complete with extended break before the final chorus, so long the band-mates took a drink before it all kicked off again. The band hasn’t quite got the hang of playing Cornerstone live yet, a superbly tender song from Humbug with classic Turner lyrics (he apparently wrote it in an afternoon). The vocals were a little drowned out and the subtleties of the studio version were lost, but it is still a great song. “I’d like to take it down even further” said Turner before “Only Ones Who Know”, a real lighters in the air moment and a song they didn’t previously include in their live sets, showing how confident they now are.

The set closed with Do Me a Favour, featuring the great singalong during “She walked away and her shoes were untied and her eyes were all red, you could see that she’d cried…” followed by an extended version of Fluorescent Adolescent, which segued into Dion’s “Only You Know” and back into a rousing chorus of Fluorescent Adolescent. The band left the stage but returned five minutes later for the inevitable encore. “We’;ll do two more, just two more” said Turner as they played the lovely Secret Door, with the wonderful finishing chorus of “Fools on parade”. They then closed with a slightly underwhelming version of 505 - they have played this better before, but nevertheless it is still a fitting song to close with, despite the fact I miss old set-closer A Certain Romance.

A great, sweaty and exciting show then. Their cause wasn’t helped at all by the sound cutting out a number of times - often at crucial moments such as during the climax of 505. Of the new songs I wish they would drop Dangerous Animals and play Dance Little Liar or the Fire and the Thud. It would also be great to hear them play a live version of Jeweller’s Hands, the album closer on Humbug. But these are minor gripes. Whilst Humbug may be a difficult listen, they have taken the hard option rather than the boring safe option, which as to be admired. After a number of listens Humbug starts to reward the listener, it is to be hoped that people have the patience in this day and age when music is so freely available. Where the Arctic Monkeys go from here will be really interesting.

Arctic Monkeys: Chicago Metro (07/08/09)

August 14th, 2009

Arctic Monkeys played a warm-up for their Lollapalooza performance at Chicago’s intimate Metro on Friday 7 August. The venue, which has a capacity of just 1,100, reminded me a little of London’s now defunct Astoria, with its dingy ground floor and balcony upstairs. A perfect venue for the Monkeys then, and I was really looking forward to seeing them showcase their new songs.

The Arctic Monkeys came onstage at around midnight to an eager crowd, Josh Homme playing the eerie organ intro of Pretty Visitors. This song features the classic line “Which came first the chicken or the dickhead?” and some heavy riffing, a statement that the Monkeys are going through a metamorphosis after their recent desert sessions, not just in their music either, as all band members with the exception of drummer Matt Helders now sport straggly rock star hair. 

Following Pretty Visitors there was little let up as they launched into 3 driving classics. This House is a Circus is the song on Favourite Worst Nightmare which indicated most clearly the direction the Arctic Monkeys were heading, and tonight the crowd sang back the chorus “Like a search for murder clues…in dead man’s eyes”.  This was superb stuff, the pounding drum intro of Brianstorm coming next. After a brief breather, Alex Turner introduced the next song as an old one - and proceeded to launch into a great version of Still Take You Home - is it really only 4 years old?

After Da Frame 2R they played another new one, Dangerous Animals. In my opinion this is one of the weaker tracks on Humbug, it lacks a tune and I find the chorus of D.A.N.G.E.R.O.U.S. a bit irritating, but it does contain the classic line “Let’s make a mess lioness”. Crying Lightning followed, one of the best songs on Humbug with a superb meaty chorus which keeps reappearing. The sound in the Metro was great, very loud. Turner was now fully warmed up, engaging the crowd, “Is Chicago ready for bed yet?”, before playing the unmistakable chords of Fluorescent Adolescent, which featured a bonus verse sung tenderly over strummed chords before segueing back into a slow version of the chorus before all the instruments came back in for a grand finale.

Cornerstone is one of the more accessible tracks on the new album, apparently written by Turner in an afternoon, a sweet love song with a twist in the tale as he searches for a girl and chances upon her sister “You can call me anything you like”. The patient crowd were then rewarded with frantic versions of View From The Afternoon and Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor, which had the crowd shaking the tiny venue to its foundations.

The Doors-esque groove of Potion Approaching gave things a seedy turn, before If You Were There Beware, with its superb outro “I don’t know what it is that they want, but I haven’t got it to give”. An unnecessary cover of Nick Cave’s Red Right Hand followed, the Monkeys haven’t done covers before and I was not sure why they insisted on playing this tonight, as they would the following day at Lollapalooza, but it is firmly in their setlist for now. The euphemism-heavy My Propeller features lines such as “My Propeller, won’t spin, and I can’t get it started on my own” and “have a spin on my propeller” and is one of the better new songs live, with its machine gun riff.   

The small crowd were then treated to a rare live outing of the tender Only Ones Who Know from FWN, prompting a mass singalong to lines such as “I hope you’re holding hands by New Year’s Eve, they made it far too easy to believe, that true love can’t be achieved these days” before closing with the driving bass of Do Me A Favour.

There was no way the crowd were going to let them retire to their no doubt squalid dressing room, and true enough they returned with Secret Door, so obviously about Turner’s girlfriend Alexa Chung, (”Fools on parade cavort and carry on, for waiting eyes, that you would rather be beside than in front of, but she’s never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares”), who is evidently happier in the public eye than Turner himself, and featuring a lovely chorus of “Fools on parade”. Perennial set closer 505 was as good as it always is, this time with Homme rather than Turner manning the organ, allowing the lead singer to lay down his guitar and awkwardly hold on to the mic stand. Alex Turner revealed recently that he had wanted the band to have another frontman, and whilst he is obviously not comfortable in that role, who else could sing his songs? A great show then, the new songs will take some getting used to and aren’t as instantly catchy as previous Monkeys songs, but they have real bite. Humbug seems to be a transitional album, and where they go from here will be very interesting. You have to applaud them for not resting on their laurels. 
 

Setlist
Pretty Visitors
This House Is A Circus 
Brianstorm
Still Take You Home
Da Frame 2R
Dangerous Animals
Crying Lightning
Fluorescent Adolescent / Only You Know
Cornerstone
The View From The Afternoon
I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor
Potion Approaching
If You Were There, Beware
Red Right Hand
My Propeller
Only Ones Who Know
Do Me A Favour
Encore:
Secret Door

505

Lollapalooza, Fri 7 - Sun 9 August

August 13th, 2009

I was lucky enough to attend Chicago’s annual Lollapalooza Festival at the weekend. Situated in Grant Park, with the skyline on one side and Lake Michigan on the other, it’s easy to get to,  there’s no camping, the bands have a stunning backdrop, and it’s unlikely to pour down with rain like British Festivals. Well actually…

Friday 7 August

The festival opened on a grey overcast day, the first raindrops appearing just as the crowds started to arrive, and the rain persisted until the evening. For some bands this didn’t matter at all. White Lies performed a tight early afternoon set, which was well-received by the audience, closing with new single Death.

As the rain continued to pour, Bon Iver was not really the kind of music to lift the crowd’s spirits. Most of the crowd were ill-prepared for the weather, and there were some amusing plastic bag shoes and plastic bag hats. Unfortunately,  Bon Iver’s melodic drone needed either good weather or patience and this afternoon both were in short supply.

With no shelter from the rain to be had anywhere, moving on to the Perry’s stage (the new dance area) to get fully involved with some dance action seemed the only sensible course of action. The Bloody Beetroots’ hard squealchy beats did the trick and then some. They may have overused the breakdown and drop a little but it was a good trick, as were the spider masks they wore. The crowd danced in the rain, soggy revellers crowd-surfed and a four-year old girl spent the entire set on her father’s shoulders waving her arms in the air with the best of them. Who needs sunshine?

It had finally stopped raining and it was time for Friday’s headliners, Depeche Mode. I’d seen them before at 2005’s Benicassim and found their set a bit heavy and dark. Tonight they were like a different band, they had impressive lights and video displays, and after a slow start they finished the set strongly with Personal Jesus, Enjoy the Silence and more classics. A varied and entertaining first day at Lollapalooza then.

Saturday 8 August

On Saturday the problem was with the heat rather than the rain, as Atmosphere took to the stage in the early afternoon. Frontman Slug amused the crowd by talking repeatedly between songs, and whilst the beats lacked bite, the rapping was superb, this was great sunny daytime music.  

Saturday seemed to be the busiest day, and the crowd for Arctic Monkeys’ mid-afternoon slot was huge. Two things that strike you as Josh Homme plays the eerie organ intro to Pretty Visitors is how ridiculous they look with long hair - they are about ten years too young for hair that long, and skinny Alex Turner’s decision to wear a muscle man vest is questionnable, but you have to love them for trying. The second thing that strikes you is how much harder the new songs sound. In typically awkward fashion they proceeded to play 6 songs from Humbug, which isn’t even released yet, and only two from Whatever People Say I am That’s What I’m Not. This was something of a shame, as the new album requires repeated listening to enjoy fully which even illegal downloaders hadn’t had the chance to do, but the flip side is that this band is in no danger of turning into another Oasis, sticking to what they know and picking up the pay cheques. The new album is very different, with its dark desert-tinged atmosphere. Of the new songs, Propellor and Pretty Visitors sounded the best, along with new single Crying Lightning which was superb. There was no doubting that the biggest cheer came for a frantic version of Dancefloor, but Brianstorm, This House is a Circus, If You Were There Beware and an extended version of Flurescent Adolescent also went down a storm. The Monkeys seemed to find the heat a problem, with both guitarists regularly wiping down their fingers, although drummer Matt Helders didn’t show any signs of flagging. Disappointingly, all it would have taken was When The Sun Goes Down and another old singalong to turn an ok set into a great set. Arctic Monkeys? Awkward Monkeys.

Next on the Budweiser stage were TV on the Radio, who had there moments, with Golden Age, Crying and Love Dog being superb. This is one band who probably sound better in the studio than live, their delicate mix of keyboards, horns and multi-vocals was a little lost in the wind today.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, last minute replacements for the Beastie Boys after Adam Y’s recent cancer scare, headlined Saturday. Whilst being disappointed at missing out on the Beasties, I was looking forward to seeing the Yeah Yeah Yeahs for the first time. Appearing onstage in a bizarre hat and feathered Japanese cape, Karen O had the crowd in the palm of her hand as she launched into opener Runaway. Entertaining, sexy and fun, this was a bright and colourful perfect Saturday night show. It sometimes seems a shame that they have taken a new electro-route when they have such a good guitarist in Nick Zinner, but it really makes sense with huge shows like this. Beefing up a garage rock sound inevitably morphs into a kind of U2 style stadium rock, something Kings of Leon are currently struggling to come to terms with whilst maintaining their dirty southern roots. The crowd were well up for this, dancing as Karen O hopped around the stage, spitting water into the air, moving her arms like a geisha and deepthroating the mic before a pair of giant inflatable eyebals were released into the crowd. The only disappointment was the non-appearance of an expected cover of the Beasties, although we got the guitar riff from So Watcha Want. As Karen O cried “Best! Crowd! Ever!” it was difficult to argue.

Sunday 9 August

One of the earliest acts of the day on what turned out to be the hottest day of the year, still managed to pull an impressive crowd thanks to the hype currently surrounding her. It was too hot for my pasty English skin, but every person I asked who saw Bat For Lashes said she was great. Kaiser Chiefs also went down a storm, somehow finding their usual energy in the punishing heat to stir the crowd with rousing versions of Ruby, Angry Mob and I Predict a Riot.

Vampire Weekend played the perfect sunny afternoon slot, with their World Music-inspired hits of Oxford Comma and A-Punk, and dedicating Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa to the late Chicagoan John Hughes, whose Ferris Bueller’s Day Off was set in the city.  In their ridiculous shorts they champion geekdom, but there is something glorious in not caring how you look, and they still managed to get the whole crowd dancing with their African-Indie whatever you want to call it.

When I got to Passion Pit there were grumbles that they had been put on too small a stage, a large crowd turning up to the tiny Citi Stage to see the Massachussets band’s lively electro-pop. It is easy to see why they’ve been compared to MGMT, with their high vocals and synths. Like them, not every song hits the spot but those that do provoke an uncontrollable urge that starts with a tapping of the foot and ends up with body shaking and arms waving in the air. Meanwhile on the main stage Snoop Doggy Dogg drew a huge crowd despite playing against Lou Reed, but on a hot afternoon do you choose to Walk on the Wild Side, or to shout out “I Wanna Get Fucked Up” along with 30,000 others? it was a tough choice but Snoop Doggy Dogg gave a polished party set, playing plenty of his classics.

On one of the second stages Silversun Pickups began nervously, lead singer Brian Aubert’s voice sounded a little off and it seemed maybe the moment had got to them. As the sun set behind the Chicago skyline however, they seemed to grow in confidence, and were clearly now enjoying the moment as their melodic rock got a great reception. The excellent drummer is particularly fun to watch, with flourishes such as reaching behind his head to smash his cymbal in an extravagant movement mid-pummelling. The last two songs were ramped up, with closer Lazy Eye featuring plenty of squealing feedback and driving bass and drums. Victory snatched from the jaws of defeat then, and they showed their appreciation to the crowd with a thousand thank-yous.

Jane’s Addiction wound up the festival. Perry Farrell, dressed in a gold tuxedo, sleazing and sauntering around the stage like the ghost of Jim Morrison. They opened with Mountain Song as a helicopter with spotlight swooped low over the crowd. They were harder than I expected, producing a big sound with Dave Navarro wrestling with his guitar until it produced some classic rock riffs. At the end of a well-received set, Perry Farrell took time to thanks the organisers and even big up Chicago’s 2016 Olympics bid. And then it was all over (too soon). A great festival in a great city, you couldn’t ask for much more.

Super Furry Animals at Ben & Jerry’s

July 31st, 2009

On Saturday 25 July Super Furry Animals played an hour-long set at Ben & Jerry’s annual Summer Sundae on Clapham Common.

They began their set with favoured opener Slow Life, the band taking to the stage in simple checked shirts as opposed to the glowing light-suits of previous years. This was a strong start, with Gruff holding up a huge “applause” sign during the harmonica solo.

 

The band continued this strong opening with Rings Around the World and a stirring Juxtaposed With You. There were a few hardcore SFA OK fans in the crowd showing their support, but after a day in the sun and free ice cream, the majority of the crowd was fairly unresponsive.

The crowd did manage to singalong to Hello Sunshine though, a fitting tribute to a glorious day in comparison with the rest of the summer. Super Furry fans were also treated to relatively rare outings for the superb If You Don’t Want Me To Destroy You, and Demons, complete with members of the crowd joining Gruff to sing the trumpet parts, Da-da-dur-dur-dur-da-da-dar. 

Inaugural Trams involved Gruff holding up a cardboard cut-out of Franz Ferdinand’s Nick McCarthy for the wunderbar German rap. So the hits were brought out, the only slightly flabby section being Crazy Naked Girls, with its endless guitar solos, but who can really blame them, Gruff and Bunf were obviously having fun trading licks, and they had played a crowd-pleasing set up till then.

The set finished with The Man Don’t Give A Fuck, which considering the amount of families about I thought was particularly brave and rock and roll, before set closer Cosmic Trigger. The band left with signs held up reading “Thank You” and “Danke” and ”Woah!” - who could disagree with that? Keep it real SFA.