Rip Off Your Labels : More Angular Product (Angular Recording Corporation)
Hurrah! Look what’s come in the post. And look! Some light-fingered git in my block has decided to help themselves to the contents of the Angular jiffy-bag. And then decided against it. Thieving scum with no taste – yep, that’s my neighbourhood.
So, here we have a second
heaping helping of scabby artnoise with occasional prettiness compiled by
The Angular Recording Corporation who seem to be finding themselves in demand
at the moment, what with their last compilation selling out faster than the
Huggy Jesus doll. (It’s a thing I found on the internet, the name made
me laugh, ok). ‘Record labels need you more than you need them.’
they tell us. Quite so. Ya Boo Sucks to the man and his stinky old record
label. Hurrah for doin’ it for yerself.
The Vichy Government
: I Control Disease Features a two fingered (in both senses of the
phrase) keyboard playing and the kind of frenetic drumbeat that would slot
in nicely behind the Shop Assistants, whilst yer man blethers over the top.
Like a street-corner Neil Tennant.
The Violets :
Stealer Delicious staccato lady-pop with Elastica phrasing. Punk
delicate that invites us to do that new-wavey me-so-mental arms by yr sides
pogo whilst looking from side to side. You do know what I mean.
Art Brut &
Friends : Top Of The Pops Continuing in the same vein as ‘We
Formed A Band’ by taking the line that if you shout about it enough
it’ll happen. So here we have a cheery, bleary ramshackle bundle of
Angular types screechily name-checking their bands. Altogether now, ‘Art
Brut…Top Of The Pops!, Luxemborg…Top Of The Pops!, Sweetie…Top
Of The Pops!’ Hey this is fun. Kitten Painting…Top Of The Pops!
Old Lady Next Door…Top Of The Pops!
The Fucks : Argos Lene Lovitch commenting on consumer culcha and a cack-handed keyboard tumble into a gorgeous swoony chorus, ‘I don’t care ‘cos I’m just here with you’.
The Long Blondes : Autonomy Boy Choppy guitars
roll on a sea of monotone bass whilst powering female vocals stride ahead
kicking things out the way.
Showboys : Factory Noirish (is that a cello I hear?) creep through the back streets via the Banshees ‘Metal Postcard’.
The Swear : Advert Boy More strident vocals
in a Siouxsie stylee against rumbling, tumbling we-just-picked-up-our-instruments
gtr/bass/drums. You can smell the rehearsal room damp on this snuffly punkster
riposte to FHMs ‘Top 100 Hotties’ (Oh God can’t you feel
the life draining out of you). Fab.
The Boyfriends : No Tomorrow Delicious chiming
guitars make for classic early 80s indie sounds. Janice Long is playing The
Chameleons as I kick my heels and poke at some geog. homework.
Sweetie : Fall For Your Lies Sounds like she’s singing to you through the buildings ancient plumbing system (like in ‘Delicatessen’ innit?). Woozy, curious and disarming.
Elizabeth Harper : Trouble in The Palace
Like a lady pushed in and effortlessly fronted The Smiths. Ms Harper’s
swoopily delightful vocals languorously charm yer pants off.
Gifthorse : Happy Daggers ‘An ode to being thrown out of libraries’ Libraries being close to my heart, I listen carefully. Heartbeat bass, handclap drums and smouldering guitars summon up Suede with a lighter touch, but Suede when they were intriguing…remember then?
Lovers Of Today : A Short Nasty Shock
Early Banshees rattle topped with spiky girl vocals. Then it ends. Like it
Luxembourg : Let Us Have It Scary squeaky
Miami Vice keyboard sound squiggles under and over scrabbly guitars as a suave
man declaims ‘We’ve taken your cities and we’ve got designs
on your countryside.’ You stay away from my countryside you pop fop
The Rocks : We
Got It (Galen Remix) The freakiest what-is-that-singing? vocals since
that Pebbles track that sounds like it’s being sung by Cousin It (no,
I can’t remember the name off hand). They scritch and scratch unhingedly
as an itchy funk vibetastic backing stops, starts and chugs alluringly.
RRRG: Affected storm-tossed degenerates
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