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Operator Please – Gloves, Review

Operator Please Gloves (3.5/5) Australian band Operator Please exploded onto the music scene in 2007 with their primary coloured punk in the form of the nonsensical It’s Just A Song About Ping Pong, sounding like a deranged mash-up of The Ting Tings and the Plasticines. Their debut album, Yes Yes Vindictive won them a legion of fans internationally and now they are back to prove they aren’t one hit wonders with their sophomore album Gloves. Since 2007 the band have grown up considerably, and their sound has grown up with them. Gone are the punky pop moments of Yes Yes Vindictive and in their place are sturdier songs still with their signature jangling guitars but now embracing an electro-crossover that seems to be the dominating sound of the past two years. In the case of Gloves, it’s just a shame that Dragonette got there first, especially as it sounds like lead singer Amandah Wilkinson has been listening to Fixin to Thrill so much so that she has started to adopt Martina Sorbara’s distinctive sinuous purr.


This is not the only influence shaping the sound of their album. It also sounds like they have been listening to a lot of Gossip too, as album opener Catapult attests. The thunderous bass guitar riff and bass drum give way to the white collar funk Gossip have made their template all down to the hugely catchy refrain. This is also true of standout track Just Kiss, with its disco drums, walls of synths, and huge shouty choruses. First single Logic, all cowbells and funk riffs, continues the punk/disco hybrid even if does lack the melodic immediacy of the first two cuts. Oh My slows down the pace and is all the better for it. The bitter ring in Wilkinson’s voice played over pretty guitar arpeggios and shimmering synths is just delightful and the ‘aaahs’ of the chorus take this into lovely, melancholy territory.  Second single Back and Forth is another slice of delicious guitar-led pop, with Wilkinson sounding more than a little Gwen Stefani in her No Doubt heyday which should assure the album commercial success.

Volcanic is perhaps the closest thing to their first album, a ferocious, hand-clapping anthem with a huge chorus as Wilkinson drawls “I’m just a little bit tired, I’m just a little bored” over shimmering guitars. It is brilliant and deserves to be a future single. Loops is a big rock number with stadium-sized drums and whirring bass synths taking them right back into Dragonette territory but the eighties-influenced chorus just about saves this song from sounding derivative. Jealous uses Cyndi Lauper’s Girls Just Want to Have Fun as its template, all ska-guitars and synths before descending into the catchy-as-hell disco chorus. The album at this point loses steam, with Losing Patience covering very much the same territory as the early part of the album and album closer Like Magic just falling short of memorable. As a whole however, Gloves is a decent stab at a solid pop album which should help them to distance themselves from their cartoonish beginnings and force audiences to take them a little bit more seriously.

Buy Operator Please – Gloves

Robyn – Body Talk Part One, Review

Robyn Bodytalk Part One

(4.5/5) The music industry is currently swamped with female electro-pop artists making quirky electronic music coupled with genuine songwriting craft but one of the pioneers who started it all off (alongside Roisin Murphy) is back to reclaim her crown with not one but three albums which she intends to release this year. Robyn has been rather quiet since her seminal eponymous album released in 2007 whose quirky electro-pop went on to launch the careers of Lady GaGa, Annie, Dragonette, Little Boots, La Roux, Ellie Goulding, and Marina and the Diamonds. However, while their stars rose but she has been little short of prolific. Her Body Talk trilogy is a way of being able to release new music without having to wait for an entire album’s worth of material to be ready and follows its lead from Lady GaGa’s The Fame Monster which, also at eight tracks, keeps things lean and without unnecessary filler, a format Robyn is very happy to be working in.

What is evident from Body Talk Part One is the energy and enthusiasm in its approach to music making, clearly illustrating Robyn has been chomping at the bit to get back into the studio. There is no thematic or sonic cohesion to the album, being made up of tracks which were simply first to be finished, but there are some similar threads throughout – technology as superior to humanity, being an outsider, isolation, and aggressive feminism. Opening track Don’t Fucking Tell Me What To Do is a minimalist club banger in which Robyn lists various things that are ‘killing her’ state of mind and her creativity. It’s a brilliant dissection of the ills of modern life while at the same time being perfect for the dance floor.  Fembot, written and produced with collaborator Klas Åhlund, is a typical Robyn pop tune, calling to mind the pop sensibility of her song Robotboy but with the attitude of Cobrastyle as Robyn raps her way through the verses. The nursery rhyme like refrain segues nicely into the middle-eight which instantly calls to mind Paula Abdula’s Straight Up (in a good way).



First single Dancing On My Own is pure eighties dance pop, stealing the droning synths from Madonna’s Open Your Heart. It is a perfectly crafted pop song, its melancholy refrain elegant over the shimmering synths and drum beat. The chorus with Robyn’s inimitable harmonies is one of the best of the year and should secure her a sure fire hit. Cry When You Get Older is a cautionary tale about young love from a world-weary narrator. The stuttering synths and eighties drum pads are stolen wholesale from Salt’n’Pepa’s Push It which wrap around a gorgeous bridge segueing into a chorus designed to wormhole its way into the brain. Dancehall Queen is one of the standout tracks from the album, with American DJ Diplo, known for his work with M.I.A, creating a futuristic dance hall sound full of booming two-step garage bass and hard-edged reggae beats. The feminist lyrics pit the misogynistic dance hall culture against a declaration of being its new queen and the result is pure genius.



None of Dem with regular co-conspirators Röyksopp follows Dance Hall Queen’s lead – it’s an ultra-minimalist club anthem full of blistering bass and hard dance beats in which Robyn adopts her Jamaican patois in a blistering attack on modern life and those she considers her contemporaries. The relentless chorus refrain gives way to shimmering synth loops as the song builds towards a heavy trance-like closing. Hang With Me (Acoustic) is a complete change of pace, a stunning piano, string quartet, and voice ballad in the vein of Be Mine. It shows off Robyn’s strong, tender voice heard in the heartbreaking middle eight; “Just don’t fall wrecklessly heedlessly in love with me”. Jag Vet en Dejlig Rosa is a strange close to the end of the album, sounding completely out of place here. Sung in Robyn’s naitive tongue, shimmering xylophones underpin a haunting melody. If anything it shows how disparate Robyn’s musical influences are and the risk, although not fully paying off, is certainly worthy. The album finishes with bonus track The Girl and The Robot, last year’s hit single with Röyksopp, a brilliantly infectious trance number in which Robyn berates her lover for living their life like a robot.



Body Talk Part One is the first in what is an exciting trilogy of pop music and it sees Robyn reclaiming her electro-pop crown from all the current pretenders, many of whom have stolen her sound wholesale. It is a timely reminder that Robyn is one of the leading creative influences in pop music today long before Lady GaGa became the favourite of the month and with any luck it should see her reputation as electro-pioneer restored.

Official Website of Robyn

Hole – Nobody’s Daughter, Review

Hole - Nobody's Daughter

(4/5) For many artists the process of writing and recording a new album can be cathartic, painful, exhausting and rewarding, but more often than not the end product comes quickly when reasonable force is applied (record company threatens to revoke funding). But there are also albums whose development is so protracted they almost never make the light of day; Portishead’s Third (2008) and Guns N’ Roses’ Chinese Democracy (2008) are two prime examples, both taking roughly ten years to record and be released. Fortunately, Courtney Love has put us out of our misery at just five years with next week’s release of Nobody’s Daughter. The album’s history is certainly a colourful one – it started life off as ‘The Rehab Tapes’ back in 2005 when Love was sentenced to a three month rehabilitation programme as a result of violating probation. Love started to write songs as a form of therapy with an acoustic guitar and they thus earned a talismanic importance for her as a way of healing herself from prolonged drug addiction and repressed grief over her husband, Kurt Cobain.

Linda Perry and Billy Corgan were drafted in at an early stage to produce and co-write for the project which became known as How Dirty Girls Get Clean (again evoking the idea of rehabilitation and redemption key to Love’s new found sobriety) with bluesy singer-songwriter compositions sounding like Stevie Nicks, Patti Smith, and Bob Dylan as heard on many of the demos leaked over the intervening years. In 2007 Love was gearing up to release the album as a follow-up to her much maligned solo outing America’s Sweetheart (2003) created from the fiery hell which was Love’s drug addiction and general emotional landslide. She released a documentary in late 2006 called The Return of Courtney Love in which she showcased many of her new songs and also released a book, Dirty Blonde, a sort of decoupage of journals, Polaroids, poetry, song lyrics, and other personal miscellanea. The album however never materialised and many fans at that point thought it would not see the light of day as Love further procrastinated over it.



Things took a sudden turn for the better when she met guitarist Micko Larkin (of one time band Larrikin Love – never heard of them either) who revitalised the project and started to write with Love. Suddenly new songs began to emerge and old songs were rebuilt and reupholstered as the album was finally given a concrete release date under her old band name, Hole, rather than being a follow-up to America’s Sweetheart (2004). Many might balk at the idea of Hole with only one original member, but in actual fact the line-up of the band changed considerably throughout the nineties as band members overdosed on drugs or simply left. When Melissa Auf der Maur said her goodbyes in 1999 to focus on a solo career Hole crawled along with just Love and Eric Erlandson, releasing the dreadful single Be A Man in 2000 before crashing and burning. In any case, Micko Larkin is the perfect foil for Love and is more than a decent substitute for Erlandson in one of Hole’s best albums since Celebrity Skin (1998).



The first five songs on the album are some of the best of Love’s career. Title track Nobody’s Daughter, having changed considerably with Micko Larkin’s input, is a plaintive guitar number with no discernible chorus but is not the poorer for it. This brooding, introspective song finds Love trying to work out some demon, a demon which goes largely unnamed but could be her husband’s death (the lead singer of Nirvana committed suicide in 1993), her long battle with drugs, her destructive relationship with her mother and father, or the recent loss of her daughter after a custody battle with Kurt’s mother. Though in some incubus-like way she seems to be eating from this misery for her music; “It’s glorious, its terrible, god I need it/It’s beautiful it’s ravenous; I’ll just feed it”. First single Skinny Little Bitch is a punky rock number Hole are renowned for, a caustic guitar-led song in which Love lyrically assassinates an unknown woman; “Born of foul creation/Born of sour milk/Cocaine filth”. In some ways it’s a follow-up to Teenage Whore (1991) and worthy of the early Hole canon.



Honey is another of the new songs written with Micko Larkin, a rock ballad much in the mode of Hole’s acclaimed song Northern Star. Acoustic and electric guitars underpin the painful howl of Love’s voice as she asks her husband 
“Why I’m not good enough to save you from destruction?” before declaring in the refrain “He goes down, down to his bitter end/He knows now, now you can’t touch him” as though she has made some kind of peace with herself over his death. Pacific Coast Highway again concerns her husband, a West Coast-infused rock song much in the vein of another Celebrity Skin song, Malibu. Bolstered by Billy Corgan’s ear for a good melody, this song is one of the highlights of the album. The opening line, “I knew a boy, he came from the sea/He was the only boy who ever knew the truth about me”, reveals the tenderness Love still feels for Cobain, though the sinister line “I’m on the Pacific Coast Highway/With your gun in my hands” will do nothing for the rumours that Love was responsible for her husband’s death, as documented in Nick Broomfield’s controversial documentary Kurt and Courtney (1998).



Samantha, like Skinny Little Bitch, is a visceral guitar-strewn number in which Love viciously deconstructs another female subject, a prostitute, who remains unnamed. With Corgan and Linda Perry, this melodic song contains much of the sonic venom of songs like Violet and Gutless, with a bold, vampiric refrain “People like you fuck people like me/in order to avoid suffering” being one of the best she has ever written. Someone Else’s Bed is the beginning of a slightly weaker set of songs that could have come from the America’s Sweetheart sessions. A string quartet attempts to add emotional gravitas to a song ostensibly about her doomed relationship with Steve Coogan, which is just about saved by its poetic refrain, “Sunday morning when the rain begins to fall”. For Once In Your Life is one of the songs which was actually better in its demo form than on this over-meddled, over-produced, speeded-up album version. The original had a bluesy, plaintive, Marianne Faithful vibe which has now been lost with Micko Larkin’s middle-eight bafflingly replacing the gorgeous harmony-led middle-eight “It’s all I am” in the original, which is a sad loss indeed.



The Linda Perry-penned song Letter To God has been cynically dismissed by some music critics as being ‘the money song’, the one guaranteed to help the album sell by the bucket load. In fact it is a decent rock ballad which encapsulates the struggles of Love’s past five years, though some will feel uncomfortable by its blatant commercial edge and its being the only song which doesn’t feature Love’s unmistakable lyric writing (apart from the brilliant ‘I never wanted to be some kind of comic relief’ line). Loser Dust is perhaps the weakest song on this set, recalling the mindless rock of But Julian, I’m a Little Bit Older Than You, I’ll Do Anything and Zeplin Song of America’s Sweetheart as Love berates an ex for being covered in ‘loser dust’, whatever that is. How Dirty Girls Get Clean is a relentless manifesto to Love’s post-drug clean up, given weight on this version with heavy guitars and drums, and quickly revives the sagging fortunes of the album.



It closes with Never Go Hungry, perhaps the one song that has stayed closest to its original acoustic demo. It is also one of the first songs Love wrote on release from her stint in rehab. It is an indication of the direction the album was initially going in and in some ways the loss of that lost album is palpable. It is one of the most personal songs on the album as Love describes the moment she hit rock bottom with a long, long crawl out of the hole; “It’s a long way back from where I’ve fallen down/It’s a very hard fall, it’s a very cruel town/And my dress is torn and I got no jewels” before closing with the proclamation; “And my phoenix she rises/She is sure to descend/She will never go hungry, go hungry again”. It is a fitting way to end an album as it tells the story of the entire process of putting it together. And what of the losses of the album of which there are a rumoured 18 other songs written during its gestation? Car Crash, My Bedroom Walls, Sunset Marquis, and Happy Ending Story are probably the best songs not to make it, although the latter is an iTunes bonus track.



Nobody’s Daughter is Courtney Love’s most personal and most tortuous album re-establishing her as one of the most compelling women in rock. So many are preoccupied with her tabloid antics and brash behaviour that they forget the erudite, intelligent woman underneath it all. Rock music is all the richer for having this self-proclaimed ‘alpha women’ giving men a run for their money and the truth is there is no current male equivalent in rock today making the kind of personal, visceral, and powerful rock she has staked a claim on.


Official Website of Hole

Rufus Wainwright – All Days Are Nights: Songs For Lulu, Review

Rufus Wainwright - All Days Are Nights

(4/5) It is a rather startling fact that Rufus Wainwright released his eponymous debut album twelve years ago, when many think of him as an artist who only came into being with his double opus Want One (2003) and Want Two (2004). What is also remarkable is how Wainwright has managed to buck the trend and carved out a successful career for himself as a male solo artist in a time when their numbers have been fast dwindling. As constant readers of this blog will attest, I have been bemoaning the fact there are no real male pop stars anymore in the wake of Michael Jackson’s death (and indeed long before it too). I am not saying women’s domination of pop music at the moment is a bad thing – in many senses it has been a long overdue readdressing of the balance necessary in music – but the past decade has been much about indie boy bands producing largely dull-as-dishwater landfill indie (apart from a few exceptions – The Libertines, Arctic Monkeys, Kings of Leon, The Killers) which has since been usurped by electro goddesses sitting behind synths rather than guitars. The male solo artist as an entity has all but disappeared.

Things are slowly changing this year and that is why I think Rufus Wainwright releasing his sixth studio album now is an important moment in this redress. As a gay man and as a musician, he has always done things on his own terms; marrying pop sensibilities with serious musicianship which has allowed him to avoid ‘going out of fashion’. He has an innate understanding of what a pop song is and how to craft an immediate pop melody but this is done within the application of classical craft. His love of opera, orchestral music, French chanson, torch songs and jazz have all influenced his very unique take on music and I think it is this which has allowed him such longevity in the face of collective defeat. His latest offering is in many ways his most challenging work yet and is a more stripped back affair than the operatic Release the Stars (2007). Inspired by chanson and reacquainting himself with his first instrument, he has created songs for piano and voice taking in the piano music of Satie, Debussy, and Ravel, remaining as accessible as always but still maintaining something of the esoteric in his lyric writing and musical references.



The album opens with Who Are You New York? Chopin-like descending arpeggios tumble after each other as Wainwright describes an intense object of desire he sees in mundane places in New York which torment him. Melodically it is reminiscent of his single Going To a Town while also displaying Wainwright’s virtuosity on the piano. Sad With What I Have is by far the most accomplished song in this collection and is a definite highlight. A beautifully rendered melody buffets lyrics about depression and self-pity lifted by the love of his partner; “Sad with what I have/except for you”. Martha is a conversational piece in which the casual, bright melody attempts to hide the sad subject matter of the illness and subsequent death of his mother. Indeed the opening line starts with major chords which soon become minor and throughout this song the tension between cheerfulness and utter despair plays out. Incidentally, Wainwright’s voice has never sounded better and I much prefer it when he sings out rather than adopting his husky, whispery drawl which can become grating over the length of an album.



Give Me What I Want and Give It To Me Now! is a riposte to critics who lambasted his opera Prima Donna (it has had a ‘troubled’ history) and is an amusing show tune in which Wainwright acts like a petulant child. True Loves is a slow love ballad suffering from the ‘drawling voice’ complained about earlier in which the intimacy Wainwright is wishing to create can seem a little off-putting. Nevertheless, this Cole Porter-channeling ballad is a delight and proof (if any was needed) that Wainwright is a brilliant songwriter. What follows are three Shakespeare sonnets Wainwright has set to music, and they vary in their success. Sonnet 43 (When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see) from which the album takes its name suffers from a tension between the melody and piano accompaniment whereby the melody is dissonant and constantly at odds with the chordal arrangement. It makes the song difficult to listen to and whilst not wholly unsuccessful it is the hardest to appreciate. Sonnet 20 (A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted) is the exact opposite – lyrical, mournful, and melodic, it is yet another highlight of the album. Sonnet 10 (For shame deny that thou bear’st love to any) is buffeted by a lullaby-ish like piano arrangement but again works less well as Shakespeare’s words seem awkward within Wainwright’s melody.



The closing songs of the album return to original compositions, starting with The Dream, about a beautiful vision and the sense of loss experienced when it is over. Whether the idea of a person’s life lost in death, the passing of love, or a moment of musical purity, it is never fully explained. Wainwright provides a bright musical touch to the arrangement full of ethereal scales and lilting rhythms. What Would I Ever Do With A Rose? is another classic Wainwright love ballad in which the piano arpeggios offer a lack of resolution as he meditates on love and nature. Les feux d’artifice t’appellent is the closing aria from his opera Prima Madonna and is the most challenging work here. The Debussy-like impressionistic piano washes are counterpointed by Wainwright slamming the piano soundboard and running his fingers along the piano strings to mirror the effect of the fireworks mentioned in its title. Whether it works better with a soprano singing will only be clear when the opera has a full run but it is beautiful nonetheless. Zebulon is a plaintive hymn to long lost love marked by the same chord being played over and over relentlessly like cathedral bells (reminding me of Górecki’s third symphony). It is a stunning effect and leaves the listener wanting to return to the album’s beginning.



All Days Are Nights may not win Wainwright new fans because of the challenging nature of the music and lyrics, but long time listeners who have stuck with him over the years will find much to enjoy here and indeed it stands up against Wainwright’s best work.


Official Website of Rufus Wainwright

Jes – Highglow, Review

Jes Highglow New Yorker Jes Brieden, known simply as Jes, has been well established on the dance music circuit for a number of years, best known for the 2004 club hit ‘As The Rush Comes’ with Gabriel and Dresden. She has since worked with some of the biggest names of the dance world including Paul van Dyke, Tiësto, Deepsky, D:Fuse, BT and Airscape and out two albums of her own – 2007’s Disconnect and remix album Into The Dawn the following year – which met with limited success outside of the dance music market. High Glow marks her first foray into a more commercial electro-pop territory in an attempt to repeat the international success of her earlier collaborations, and the immediacy of many of the songs belie a commercial nous from a songwriter adept at instant pop hooks and radio-friendly sensibilities.

High Glow takes aim at the full spectrum of dancefloor-oriented pop, from the trance-infused pop of first single ‘Awaken’ – the perfect sonic counterpoint to Brieden’s brittle, icy vocals – to the Kylie-esque electro stomper ‘Closer’ with its squelchy synths, clunking beats, shimmering chorus refrain and effective bridge assembled out of cut and paste vocals. Brieden proves capable of holding down a decent ballad with the title track, stripping away the electronic trickery with acoustic guitar and piano, and the delirious electro washes and heartfelt vocals of ‘Halfway Gone’. ’Such A Long Time’ is a darker affair, the lashings of bass almost in danger of swallowing up her quiet voice, while the guitar-heavy ‘Do You Love Me?’ is an obvious second single.

A cover of The Cure’s mournful ‘Lovesong’ is given a believable electro makeover but has the rather undesired effect of highlighting the weaker songwriting moments elsewhere on the album. Perhaps the most throwaway of them all is ‘Fame’, which finds Brieden aping Lady Gaga at her most soulless with a nursery rhyme-like refrain and somewhat inane lyrics about how “fame / it’s a game”. ‘It’s Too Late’ revs up the pace in a stomping club tune relying on a repetitive melody and breakdown chorus, and ‘Where Are You?’ matches two-step beats and acoustic guitars before hitting it out of the park with an infectious chorus. Sadly, that’s where the inventiveness ends as the album’s remaining six songs serve only to dilute the impact of Brieden’s appeal.

That’s not to say there aren’t some interesting things going on towards the album’s conclusion – ‘Same Mistake’ is a blistering club track, ‘Medicine’ is broody trip hop, and ‘Unleash The Beat’ is a potential hit single – but at sixteen tracks, High Glow is simply overstuffed and attention starts to wander after slippage in the quality control stakes. There are some solid pop moments to savour, however, and though much is instantly forgettable lyrically, Brieden’s way with a chorus hook proves she has a future career writing songs for other artists should renewed commercial success elude her.

Official Website of Jes

Buy Jes – Highglow

Review written for and originally posted on Wears the Trousers

Simon Curtis – 8Bit Heart, Review

SimonCurtis_8bit_Heart

(4/5) As my previous reviews will attest, a genuine male pop star has been a long time coming since female-dominated electro-pop took over the charts in recent years but we may just have found it in twenty-four year old ex-actor Simon Curtis. Many of you may not have heard of him but I believe this will change over the course of the year. What is interesting about Curtis is his debut album is free to download (right click, save link as) from his website in a bid to be signed by one of the major record labels. This is a unique and innovative move on the part of Curtis and one which is paying dividends – his album has been downloaded already by over 150,000 people proving without doubt that he has a large fan base and also how there is a niche for a new male pop artist in the wake of Michael Jackson’s death almost a year ago. There have been Twitter campaigns to help raise Curtis’s profile and get him signed to a record label (#signsimoncurtis) and hopefully record execs will start to take notice because the reality is 8Bit Heart is a brilliant conceptual pop album full of hook-laden, bouncy pop songs that would Britney Spears shave her head for.

The concept largely centres on the idea of a boy robot ‘who was made, not created’ and who wishes to experience love, thereby referencing the popular Pinocchio story, the wooden puppet who wishes to be a real boy. Throughout the album this theme is played out, from intro BoyRobot, to opening song Don’t Wanna Be Alone, a stomping club track in which Curtis begins his journey for real love. It is instant from the outset that Curtis is a fun, competent songwriter with a knack for hooky choruses as he launches into Fell in Love w/An Android featuring the delicious line “Hate to say it, but I’d rather fuck a robot” as he admonishes a cold lover. Game Boy-like bleeps and synth washes are the order of the day, continuing on the brilliant Super Psycho Love whose opening stuttered male vocals are genius and used sparingly throughout in a song Justin Timberlake would be proud of. Title track 8Bit Heart is a blistering pop tune which stomps away underneath Curtis’s gorgeous falsetto as he croons the refrain ‘Is it so so wrong to love and to be loved in return?’



Highlight of the album has to be Diablo, in which Curtis gets in touch with his inner-Britney (he even sings that famous Britney line at one point ‘oh baby baby’) as he channels her pop song Radar and If U Seek Amy and turns it into a club anthem. It is a brilliant slice of modern electro-pop and if radio got behind it we would see Curtis catapulted into the mainstream. Delusional is yet another club track as Curtis berates all his detractors, this time channelling Timberlake and Timbaland while still sounding like himself. Joystick is a rather nonsensical song about sex played through computer games – Ataris, Game Boys, Nintendos -  are all referenced while Curtis invites his lover to grab hold of his joystick (perhaps winning no awards for subtle puns). Beat Drop is yet another album highlight cheekily sampling Mozart’s Magic Flute and Lady GaGa’s Bad Romance over heavy beats with a chorus hook that will bore holes into your brain. The Mozart aria is used to brilliant effect, at one point speeded up over rave bleeps, and it this kind of energy and innovation that marks Curtis apart from anyone else.



The album continues with Brainwash – possibly the most self-conscious nod to Lady GaGa both musically and lyrically – in which Curtis deliberates over pop culture and celebrity and how it seems to be brainwashing modern America. Yet another chorus refrain slams the listener into submission (the middle eight is pure bliss). Finally, the brilliantly moody The Dark heavily samples the overture from the eighties fantasy film The Dark Crystal (1982) (scoring huge points for referencing both this film and it’s soundtrack) and seamlessly weaves the orchestration into a hip-hop beat. It is a rumination on how to be successful and what it takes to make it in the music industry (very apt). The album closes with Victory, nicely closing his concept of the boyrobot looking for love. 8Bit Heart is a solid, assured pop album and what is shocking to me is that Curtis would even need to release this album for free without the support of a record company in the first place. It is an audacious move and I applaud Curtis for his bravery, and with any luck 8Bit Heart will get picked up by a major because this album deserves to be heard. Record companies take note!

Official Website of Simon Curtis

Jónsi – Go, Review

Jonsi Go

(4.5/5) Jónsi, better known as Jón Birgisson, again better known as one half of Sigur Rós, has taken something of an extended hiatus from his band cohorts to release his first proper solo album since 2009’s collaboration Rice Boy Sleeps with boyfriend Alex Somers. Many might argue that Go is just another Sigur Rós record but I find this kind of categorising extremely lazy. In actuality, those philistines not yet acquainted with Sigur Rós will find a way into the band through this accessible pop album which, in my mind, is one of the highlights of the year thus far and is perhaps the first breakthrough pop album yet by a male artist in an industry currently obsessed with women and electro-pop. In fact, it is an all gay-male affair with boyfriend Alex Somers back on co-production duties and string arrangements by the wonderful Nico Muhly who composed the sparse soundtrack to Academy Award winning film The Reader (2008).

Jónsi’s beautiful fragile falsetto, Icelandic heritage, and keen ear for melody pits him as the male counterpart of Björk and indeed Go reminded me very much her 2001 album Vespertine, albeit with the speed cranked up a little. Opening with first single Go Do, full of flutes, twinkling pianos and hammering drums reminiscent of Patrick Wolf’s Magic Position, the falsetto refrain is wrapped in stunning harmonies as the verses are sparsely arranged with cut and paste instruments. Animal Arithmetic combines sitar-like instruments and hit-you-over-the-head drums with a delightfully pretty melody refrain deflecting from the pots and pans sound of the arrangement. Tornado is without doubt my favourite song of the year thus far, a beautifully swooping ballad opening up with piano chords played percussively which sound not unlike Radiohead’s Pyramid Song (Jónsi’s voice also sounds remarkably like Thom Yorke’s). Nico Muhly’s string arrangements are beautiful here and delicately ribbon around Jónsi’s harmonies. Just delightful.



Boy Lilikoi continues the frenetic pace of military beats and bright piccolos against lovingly rendered melodies proving Jónsi is happy to try a throw-anything-at-it-approach without sounding chaotic. Sinking Friendship is all twinkling pianos and ethereal harmonies pinned down with pizzicato strings and military-style beats. Kolniður is a broodier, darker affair with dramatic strings no doubt influence by Muhly’s soundtrack work. When the chorus refrain comes it is like sunlight through heavy black clouds. Around Us is another album highlight, a shimmering pop tune that again picks up the frenetic pace as Jónsi delivers one of his best refrains (almost an unintentional hands in the air moment – a clubbier remix of this song might just hit the commercial stratosphere). Grow Till Tall is a sombre and ambient track Sigur Rós are famous for, while Hengilás is perhaps the most Björk-sounding track on here reminiscent of Dull Flames of Desire from her album Volta (2007), full of muted brass and delicate vocals. It is the perfect close to the album.



Fans of Sigur Rós may have to wait patiently for a new album considering the sheer quality of Go and Jónsi’s new found prominence as a male pop artist. Even Kylie is raving on Twitter about how much she loves the album. In a world bereft of male pop stars Jónsi is a breath of fresh air and Go is one of the albums of the year thus far.


Official Website of Jónsi

The Brunettes – Paper Dolls, Review

Brunettes - Paper Dolls

(2/5) If you’ve already formed an opinion about New Zealand duo The Brunettes, then fourth album Paper Dolls isn’t going to change your mind. Love them or loathe them, it’s likely you’ll still be sitting on the same side of the fence once its perky thirty-five minutes are up. It’s all still very much in evidence: the twee-pop sensibility, crude nursery-rhyme way with lyrics and melody, and a sonic palette that’s the equivalent of primary colours. Although these elements are handled extremely well at times, even over just ten songs their execution can fast become grating, giving a sensation in the ears akin to a mouth that has eaten too many boiled sweets – the aural equivalent of aching teeth and a furry tongue.

In picking out some of the better moments, it’s apt to start with first single ‘Red Rollerskates’, which, though lyrically nonsensical, is a rather fine slice of electro indie-pop with swirling Hammond organs and handclap beats. ‘The Crime Machine’s paean to “racketeers”, “raccoon coats” and “macho men” against a great guitar riff and electro-beeps is enjoyable, while ‘Bedroom Disco’, with its steel drums and stuttering beats, sounds like DIY-pop at its best. And things round off on a high with ‘Thank You’, which benefits hugely from an irresistibly infectious chorus.



The problem is that so much of the album is either overly saccharine or drips with Toni Basil-esque novelty. A particularly sweet tooth is mandatory, then; without it, The Brunettes might well incite violence.

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Plastiscines – About Love, Review

Plasticines - About Love

(3.5/5) French pop-punk band Plastiscines are bringing electric guitars back to contemporary pop music in a big way. Their second album, About Love, is the total antithesis to the current fixation with electro-pop and its myriad variations (electro-folk, electro-R&B etc.). It is completely guitar-based and possesses the kind of glorious riot grrrl mentality unseen since the mid-to-late ’90s. In some ways, they are right on cue as the ’90s are fast becoming the new ’80s – rave synths and plonky studio pianos have never been so fashionable – and it was only a matter of time before power-chord punk-pop reared its anarchic head. About Love is pretty much full throttle from the outset, from the sneering vocals, confrontational lyrics and earworm chorus of lead track ‘I Could Rob You’, which sets the template nicely for much of the album.

Taking in references as diverse as The White Stripes, Blondie, The Go-Go’s and even grunge forerunners like Hole and Veruca Salt, Plastiscines whip up songs as melodic as they are punchy. The singles ‘Barcelona’ and ‘Bitch’ are sterling, hook-laden stuff, judiciously employing handclaps, immediate singalong choruses and wonderful harmonies. French-language songs like ‘Camera’ and ‘Pas Avec Toi’ possess all the fierce energy of their English sung counterparts, while ‘Runaway’ and ‘You’re No Good’ are slices of pure three-chord pop with stunning riffs, the like of which Courtney Love used to churn out. Things only slow down momentarily on the acoustic ‘I Am Down’ and the swaggering ‘Coney Island’, proving they can do more than just punk posturing. With the right match of songs and brand advertising, then, Plastiscines could well be one of the breakout acts of 2010.

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Tracey Thorn – Love and its Opposite, Track by Track Review

Tracey Thorn - Love and its Opposite

Tracey Thorn’s third solo album, Love & Its Opposite, is out May 17, and capitalises on the critical acclaim of her 2007 release, Out Of The Woods, a mixture of hard-edged dance music and folk fare which bridged the gap between the acoustic and the electric.



Love & Its Opposite finds Tracey and producer Ewan Pearson stripping things back to more organic essentials, embracing a retro sound that references the type of music she would have grown up listening to. Thorn is in pensive mood for much of the album, which is as much about her own experiences as a forty-something trying to make sense of her life as it is about the relationships of others, resulting in a mature and often cynically humorous set of songs that’s sure to be embraced by her stalwart fans. Track by track review:

‘Oh, The Divorces!’



The opening song very much sums-up the mood of the album – slightly jaded, unsure, contemplative, the sound of a woman trying to figure out what love means to her in middle age. Thorn sounds weary, lamenting the fact that most of her friends are getting divorced rather than married, ironically asking “Who’s next?” Nursery rhyme-like piano is lovingly upholstered with a string quartet in a waltz-time signature, adding poignancy to the lyrical cynicism.



‘Long White Dress’



The theme of marriage continues here with a statement about not needing marriage to validate a life or, indeed, an existing relationship. Guitar arpeggios and piano washes swim ethereally around Tracey’s voice, with light drum flourishes and lovely vocal harmonies which add a country tinge to proceedings.



‘Hormones’



Providing a sudden change of pace, ‘Hormones’ is a rockier number referencing the music of Tracey’s past. Guitars, piano and drums underpin this amusing ditty of a mother going through the menopause while her teenage daughter is stomping angrily around the house: “Yours are just kicking in / mine are just checking out.”



‘Kentish Town’



Similar to the moody songs that Everything But The Girl are famed for, ‘Kentish Town’ is built around acoustic guitars, electronic washes and Tracey’s plaintive voice. Lyrically similar to EBTG’s biggest hit, ‘Missing’, here we find the singer moving through the streets, following the ghosts of her parents: “I found the church where you wed / and I stood where you stood / it didn’t feel the same,” she sings, wrapping wispy harmonies around the main vocal line.



‘Why Does The Wind?’



The retro-funk of ‘Why Does the Wind?’ is perhaps the closest Love & Its Opposite comes to the dancier territory of Out Of The Woods. Hammond-like organ and strings shimmer over throbbing bass and drums as Tracey laments an old lover. The refrain is one of her most immediate, building up over an ever-increasing musical tension that finally dissolves with wonderfully spiky strings.



‘You Are A Lover’



A cover of Hungarian band (and previous collaborators) The Unbending Trees, ‘You Are A Love’ is stripped to its barest elements. Amplified guitar licks provide an expansive sonic structure beneath her voice in a melody that recurs over and over in the folk tradition, with lyrics addressing an old friend as they take a chance on love.



‘Singles Bar’



The tongue-in-cheek ‘Singles Bar’ is a slow rock number; laidback drums, lazy basslines and electric guitar licks abound as Tracey paints one of her wonderfully provincial portraits of a hopeless middle-ager who frequents singles’ bars as she casts off her wedding ring and looks once more for love.



‘Come On Home To Me’



Originally by the mighty Lee Hazlewood, ‘Come On Home To Me’ is a duet with Swedish indie favourite Jens Lekman. It’s a gloomy hymn of sorts, all glockenspiels and electronic washes with a propulsive rhythm which never heeds as Tracey pleads for her lover to come home to her. The effect is eerie and relentless as an incantation spoken over and over.



‘Late In The Afternoon’



The electronic beats, muffled-reverb pianos and acoustic guitars of ‘Late In The Afternoon’ again reference Everything But The Girl as Tracey sounds at her most resigned, making an oblique parallel between being in middle age and the latter part of the day. The gentle melodies meander gracefully over the cold sonics, the lyrics sometimes painting the picture of a sorrowful figure: “I stand here every night in fluorescent bathroom light” – the sentiments of a woman who needs to be loved despite her faults.



‘Swimming’



Closing track ‘Swimming’ opens deceptively with synths and a dance rhythm until it widens with piano chords, shimmering guitars and rock drums as Tracey delivers a deliciously dissonant chorus refrain. The song is a series of crescendos, much like the water referenced in the lyrics and title, stripping things down for the middle eight before crashing in again with symbols and drums towards its delicate close.

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