<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397</id><updated>2010-01-02T21:00:26.385Z</updated><title type='text'>The Auditorium</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a journey into sound.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>bedshaped</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02274452988546107908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-2017339741278013683</id><published>2009-12-31T09:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:01:00.192Z</updated><title type='text'>you don't even notice there's a war in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Count-Ten-Tina-Dico/dp/B000ZLJBX6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1262215061&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Tina Dico - Count To Ten&lt;/a&gt; (2008) (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzvhTlxWiWI/AAAAAAAABX8/EmwbvED9n3g/s1600-h/Count+To+Ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzvhTlxWiWI/AAAAAAAABX8/EmwbvED9n3g/s200/Count+To+Ten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421174303143397730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was idly compiling this top Ten in my head (well, it was more scientific than that and involved about thirty albums on a large Post-It note) it never really occurred to me that I'd choose anything other than Keane's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopes and Fears&lt;/span&gt; as my number One album of the decade.  It just seemed like the automatic and obvious choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought some more, and I found an album that I must have heard nearly a hundred times.  An album that I have never grown bored of, never wanted to switch off and one without a bad note, never mind a bad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, really.  Out of nowhere, along came Tina Dico with her eighty-odd songs - four 'proper' albums and a series of EPs - and supplanted Keane as the most important artist I have heard in the last ten years.  In much the same way as bedshaped has talked about Damien Rice, Dico is in some ways the female equivalent.   A singer who uses a non-same-sex vocalist to great effect, making laid-bare acoustic records which wear their heart firmly on their sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuel&lt;/span&gt; was a decent enough debut but the album's co-credit of band Sheriff made it obvious that Dico hadn't got free rein on that release.  Solo EPs showed promise and the superb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In The Red&lt;/span&gt; set the tone for what was to come.  Some live performances followed and then came the release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Count To Ten&lt;/span&gt; in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my album of the year by some distance, and having thought about this at length I can't honestly name an album I have liked more in the last ten years.  From the superb title track it launches straight into the great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On The Run&lt;/span&gt; - a typical Dico number written about her uncertainty about her place in the world.  The beautiful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open Wide&lt;/span&gt;, the stunning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sacre Coeur &lt;/span&gt;and the clever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Craftsmanship and Poetry&lt;/span&gt; follow but it was on hearing the heartwrenching and emotional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cruel To The Sensitive Kind&lt;/span&gt; that I really, really fell for Dico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Open Ending&lt;/span&gt; EP and 2009's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Road to Gavle&lt;/span&gt; have carried on where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Count To Ten&lt;/span&gt; left off and as we enter the next decade there is no doubt in my mind that Dico will continue to produce this extra special brand of brilliance that will cement her position as my Favourite Artist Of All Time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lv2WryivB-4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cruel To The Sensitive Kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Rush-Blood-Head-Coldplay/dp/B000069AUI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1262214624&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head&lt;/a&gt; (2002) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzvhUPupXMI/AAAAAAAABYM/8Xpn5LwQc-s/s1600-h/A+Rush+Of+Blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzvhUPupXMI/AAAAAAAABYM/8Xpn5LwQc-s/s200/A+Rush+Of+Blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421174314406337730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parachutes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kid A&lt;/span&gt; on the same day.  That Radiohead album is now being hailed by many critics as the album of the decade.  It’s all very good and all that, but the simple fact of the matter is that I hardly played it.  Still don’t really.  The Coldplay record, on the other hand, was hardly off my stereo for months and is still a firm favourite of mine.  I loved the simple, plaintive quality of the songs and the abundant wide-eyed wonder of their young gangly singer, especially when he was loping after the camera along a beach in the pouring rain in the video to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now that they’re massive, these are very much the qualities that people use to criticise Coldplay generally and Chris Martin specifically: that their songs are full of vague sentiments and a lot of abstract worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re so big and famous now that it’s hard to think back to a time when people worried if they were big enough when they were announced as the Friday night headliners of the Pyramid Stage at the Glastonbury Festival in 2002.  They’re just a little indie band with one album and one famous song behind them.  Is that really enough?  How are they going to be able to pull it off?  The band took to the stage and launched into a volcanic version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Politik&lt;/span&gt;.  This was Coldplay as we’d never heard them before: famously described as “music for bedwetters”, this was something completely different.  It was thunderously loud and the band had clearly taken a quantum leap forward.  The release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Rush of Blood to the Head&lt;/span&gt; was still months away, but the bar had suddenly been raised and I could hardly wait.  Superstardom beckoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an album packed with outstanding songs: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In My Place&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God Put a Smile on Your Face&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scientist&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clocks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Rush of Blood to the Head&lt;/span&gt;…. But the greatness of the album for me resides not just in the fact that there isn’t a weak song on the album as the fact that we can actually hear the ambition of the band, the way that they are striving for something far bigger than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parachutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the band’s signature foibles are there for all to see, perhaps written larger now we know them so much better since the subsequent releases of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X&amp;amp;Y&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/span&gt;: the piano-led songs, the yearning, worrying and questioning of the lyrics; puzzles missing pieces… all the things that people pillory Coldplay (often unfairly) are all already in place. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scientist&lt;/span&gt; is perhaps Coldplay in excelsis: that nagging piano motif, those yearning Chris Martin vocals with a sense of loss and worry…. It’s a song that fans will hold up as being perhaps the best example of the band’s genius, but their critics will hold up the very same things as the reasons why they hate them.  There’s something about them that seems to make people want to criticise: New York Times critic Jon Pareles once said the band’s lyrics can make him wish he “didn’t understand English.”  I love the band, but I sort of know what he means….  Or perhaps he’s simply looking to highlight the much-overlooked contribution of Jonny Buckland, Guy Berryman and Will Champion to the band’s sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a tendency for people to dislike a band simply because they become big, and with this album Coldplay set out on the journey that would soon see them become the biggest band in the world.  This album was a marker for things to come, but it stands in its own right as the band’s finest moment.  That sheer quantum leap in ambition and in sound that meant that the step to superstardom suddenly seemed like the most natural thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My album of the decade by the band my LastFM stats tell me are my most listened to band by miles.  It’s not cool to say you like Coldplay, but I tell you what, I bloody well do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dztdRzWxMo4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In My Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/9-Damien-Rice/dp/B000IY03ZA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1262206709&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Damien Rice - 9&lt;/a&gt; (2006) (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzvhUJrCPoI/AAAAAAAABYE/xRh1KrhL32g/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzvhUJrCPoI/AAAAAAAABYE/xRh1KrhL32g/s200/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421174312780578434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, how the devil did that happen? The top two positions held by the same artist? Well, when I was thinking about compiling this list, I wanted to have albums that not only sat quite happily in the 'brilliant album' category, but also I wanted albums to represent me, and I guess my life over the last ten years. And then of course I also had to consider albums that were never far from the 'heavy rotation' playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the albums that have caught my attention over the last ten years, Damien Rice's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; album has been the most heavily played by far. It's also the album that I've found can be played no matter what mood I'm in. It's got me through some bad times, it's helped me ride happy waves. It's an album that has never disappointed, and somehow....even now when I play it, it just....sounds....better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this album is driven by an acoustic and intimate feel to it. Orchestrations fold in and out, when they need to emphasize something, but in the main, this is a much more stripped down and bare album than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; is. Lisa Hannigan provides more vocal delights throughout this album, and once again, I have to say that she is an essential ingredient to this album's wonderments. Without Lisa's voice, this and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't have been so....effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien's stories unfold in his brilliant lyrical style, and I find this album to have a lot more....I dunno....depth and honesty to it, as far as the lyrics are concerned. It's like....he's happy that people accepted him as he was on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;, and now he wants to see how far he can push those barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tickets to see Damien play live, promoting this album. Just two days before the gig, an announcement was posted on his website, saying that He and Lisa had 'parted company'. I can't even begin to describe how utterly pissed off I was. The gig was good, don't get me wrong. But Lisa's absence was heavily felt in that auditorium that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will it be before we get another album? Who knows? Will there even be another album? Maybe not. I hope he continues to release stuff and I'll be interested to see how he tackles having such a void to fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien. I take my hat off to you, sir! You are indeed a super talented fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite track : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accidental Babies&lt;/span&gt;.  An honest and raw account of a guy's undying love for a past girlfriend who has moved on. The way he recollects things from their relationship, and then wonders if she acts the same, even though she's now with somebody else.  It's just piano and Damien's voice. The 'sound' of the piano is lovely. Like an old, out of tune piano found in the basement of somebody's house. And Damien sings with such wonderful emotion, you can almost hear the frog in his throat. Just a lovely, lovely song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYS2NAZUDgU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accidental Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-2017339741278013683?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/2017339741278013683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=2017339741278013683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/2017339741278013683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/2017339741278013683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-even-notice-theres-war-in-my.html' title='you don&apos;t even notice there&apos;s a war in my mind'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzvhTlxWiWI/AAAAAAAABX8/EmwbvED9n3g/s72-c/Count+To+Ten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-3678105002688811671</id><published>2009-12-30T20:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:58:52.933Z</updated><title type='text'>taxied out of a storm to watch you perform</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/O-Damien-Rice/dp/B0000AXKRB/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1262204129&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Damien Rice - O&lt;/a&gt; (2003) (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szu5JzBAMNI/AAAAAAAABX0/9EfiqKBEmgk/s1600-h/O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szu5JzBAMNI/AAAAAAAABX0/9EfiqKBEmgk/s200/O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421130154434900178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing that gets to me every time, is a singer songwriter that can pour out their feelings and emotions in a song. Not just in the way they sing it, it needs to be in the words too. The words have to give enough of the story, but leave a little to the imagination. And sandwiched in between all that has to be a voice that can deliver with conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanis can do it. So can Tori. Tina Dico shows much promise. Ray LaMontagne is on board. Jewel used to be there. Paolo Nutini is almost there. Hell, even James Blunt has his moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But along came a guy from Ireland who stood out above all the others for me. His musical talents were certainly there, but his stories.... His stories are so brutal, so honest, so true, so....open. This is a guy who isn't afraid to lay his bones out for everybody to gaze upon. It's totally admirable, completely fulfilling and so totally heart-breaking, at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; contains song after song of pure beauty, capturing almost every possible emotion when it comes to relationships.  And that's pretty much what this album is all about. Broken hearts, affairs, cheating, breaking up, love, lust, sex, falling in love, lies, truth, touching, stroking, kissing, holding, hugging, fighting, spitting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody could listen to this album and find at least one song that they can truly relate to. And that's where a lot of it's beauty lies, in the fact that anybody and everybody can find a lot in themselves contained within the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien's voice is lovely. Raw, stripped, honest.... with just a hint of the Irish accent slipping out, and there's a wide array of instruments that kiss the ear as they play beautifully alongside each other, and then there's the jewel in the crown....Her name is Lisa Hannigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa provides not only backing vocals, but also dual vocal duties on many of the songs here, and there's such an amazing beauty, such an amazing connection and flow between her and Damien's voice. I can't think of two more complimentary voices. Her sultry tones add a fair bit of depth to the songs, and I honestly believe that without her contributions to this album, it wouldn't have been half as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album can make your feel sad, when you're happy, and happy when you're sad. It can remind you of old, lost loves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien's wonderful lyrics can be fairly cryptic, leaving the listener to find their own story. But when he feels the need to spell it out, he doesn't hold back. It's very refreshing to find somebody willing to open up so much. It's raw. Half the fun in listening to this album, is trying to figure out what he meant when he wrote those lines.  Was he talking about a girl or being an alcoholic? Is this an affair or rekindled romance? Has she killed herself or just left him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acoustic guitar dominates this album, with occasional appearances from strings, piano and wind sections, amongst other things. It's quiet, mellow and makes for perfect late night evening listening. This album is an all round winner, in my opinion. Could he ever possibly top this album?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite track: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Remember&lt;/span&gt;.  Lisa sings the first half of this song, accompanied by an acoustic guitar, picking away. Her breathy voice telling her side of the story of their relationship. Then halfway through, the guitar switches up a gear and strums as Damien begins to tell his side of the story. And this is where the song gets more passionate, Damien's voice impressing into the forefront, strings and allsorts backing him up like an army. It climaxes with an almighty mish-mash of all manner of instruments, all fighting to be heard. Just like in argument, right? Interesting, huh? And what about that solitary bassline at the very end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GB5tNGSpagg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hopes-Fears-Keane/dp/B0001Z2RUK/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1262204334&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Keane - Hopes and Fears&lt;/a&gt; (2004) (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szu5JWFs5xI/AAAAAAAABXk/g0VO7xwYvcQ/s1600-h/Hopes+and+Fears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szu5JWFs5xI/AAAAAAAABXk/g0VO7xwYvcQ/s200/Hopes+and+Fears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421130146669979410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best selling British album of 2004, the Brit award for 'best album' and rated #13 in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt; Magazine's 'Best British Album Of All Time' poll.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopes and Fears is&lt;/span&gt;, as far as I am concerned, pretty much the perfect record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got everything that I love.  I adore Tim Rice-Oxley's downbeat lyrics, his piano led melodies and the various tempos he employs on this album.  From the driving anthemic piano of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere Only We Know&lt;/span&gt; right through to the final note of live favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bedshaped&lt;/span&gt; it's a stunning record of beautifully crafted pop records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the songs make this a brilliant record, this album would be nothing without Tom Chaplin's vocals.  Whether you like him or not (and clearly he can be a bit of an idiot) he adds something magical to Rice-Oxley's compositions, particularly on ballads such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Has No Time&lt;/span&gt; and the superb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Might As Well Be Strangers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, there's not a weak point on this record.  I love the lyrics and meaning behind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is The Last Time&lt;/span&gt;, the perfect popness of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere Only We Know&lt;/span&gt; and the energy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bend and Break&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't Stop Now&lt;/span&gt;.  And, of course, it benefits from containing my #1 favourite song of all time - the untouchable &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody's Changing&lt;/span&gt; which is the absolute perfect mixture of upbeat melody and melancholy lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs on subsequent releases have occasionally reached the heights of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hopes and Fears&lt;/span&gt;, but nothing is as consistent and more perfectly suited to my own musical taste than this great, great record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RSNmgE6L8AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody's Changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Illinoise-Sufjan-Stevens/dp/B0009MWAPW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1262204295&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Illinoise-Sufjan-Stevens/dp/B0009MWAPW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1262204295&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Illinois&lt;/a&gt; (2005) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szu5Jpaz8sI/AAAAAAAABXs/iSeXrkdyNLI/s1600-h/Illinois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szu5Jpaz8sI/AAAAAAAABXs/iSeXrkdyNLI/s200/Illinois.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421130151858795202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let’s be honest, Sufjan Stevens sounds like a bit of a dick.  Clearly precociously talented, pretty early in his career, Stevens came out with the ridiculous assertion that he was going to record an album for each of the fifty states in the USA.  Well, perhaps he was serious, perhaps he was not, but even if he never makes it any further (and he’s already done Michigan and an album dedicated to the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway), then his tribute to "The Prairie State" makes the whole damn stupid idea worth the pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Illinois&lt;/span&gt; is stupidly ambitious: it is an absurd mish-mash of ideas and songs, 22 tracks long and with a running time stretching to well over an hour.  It is richly orchestrated, but also features the humble banjo.  It is all loosely themed around the State of Illinois, but with such a big topic, Stevens is at his best when he goes for the intimate: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casimir Pulaski Day&lt;/span&gt; is named after an Illinois public holiday, but tells the gut-wrenching story of a friend dying of bone cancer.  It is delicate, and it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far more bombastic is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt;, a song name-checked by Snow Patrol on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arms Open&lt;/span&gt; and featuring a huge, joyful refrain about escape…. An upbeat song that somehow also manages to be sad at the same time.  Perhaps most powerful of all is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Wayne Gacy Jr&lt;/span&gt;, the story of Illinois’ most infamous murderer.  It is a song packed with detail, from the clown costumes that Gacy wore, the way he chloroformed his victims, even some details from his childhood.  Most staggering of all is when Stevens sings the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And in my best behavior&lt;br /&gt;I am really just like him&lt;br /&gt;Look beneath the floorboards&lt;br /&gt;For the secrets I have hid”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks us to compare him with a man who murdered over 30 young men, and the emotional impact of those lines is enormous.  This album is a lasting monument to one man’s towering musical vision.  The fact that he’s pulled it all off is nothing less than incredible.  A brilliant album.  I’ve never heard anything like it before and I can’t get it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EzeW5KoPUI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casimir Pulaski Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-3678105002688811671?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/3678105002688811671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=3678105002688811671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/3678105002688811671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/3678105002688811671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/taxied-out-of-storm-to-watch-you.html' title='taxied out of a storm to watch you perform'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szu5JzBAMNI/AAAAAAAABX0/9EfiqKBEmgk/s72-c/O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-6773455679375232735</id><published>2009-12-29T08:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:27:00.284Z</updated><title type='text'>scarves of red tied round their throats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fleet-Foxes/dp/B00180OTAI/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261952989&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes&lt;/a&gt; (2008) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szfi8woNmqI/AAAAAAAABXc/xCNFTEKrv3o/s1600-h/Fleet+Foxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szfi8woNmqI/AAAAAAAABXc/xCNFTEKrv3o/s200/Fleet+Foxes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420050210037275298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fleet Foxes are from modern Seattle but sound as though they have just stepped out of the Bruegel painting that graces the front of their brilliant debut album, released in June 2008. They are city boys, but their songs reference squirrels, mountains, woodland and meadowlarks. Their musical references are rooted in Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young and the other singer-songwriters of the 1960s Laurel Canyon set, and yet somehow their sound is so timeless that they could have been performing at any point in the last five hundred years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Winter Hymnal&lt;/span&gt; for example, still their most famous song: it sounds as much like a medieval rondel as it does a contemporary rock song, an image that intensifies when you look at the band in all their weirdy-beardy, hairy glory: medieval minstrels to a man. It's a simple song, with pure, clear vocal harmonies looping around a haunting and yet oddly sinister refrain of children playing in the snow and of blood spilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of any other band that has sung this well together since the Beach Boys: the singing on the album is exquisite throughout, with the highlights for me being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ragged Wood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Protector&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Ridge Mountains&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oliver James&lt;/span&gt;.  That last track in particular, a tale of a tragic drowning, features Robin Pecknold singing unaccompanied, and the effect is electric as his clear, pure voice rises unfettered towards the skies.  I’m not sure where they can go after this, but it’s beautiful whilst it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrQRS40OKNE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White Winter Hymnal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/This-Strokes/dp/B00005N53P/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261953589&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Strokes - Is This It&lt;/a&gt; (2001) (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szfi8e2GouI/AAAAAAAABXM/vbaGeVC369I/s1600-h/Is+This+It.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szfi8e2GouI/AAAAAAAABXM/vbaGeVC369I/s200/Is+This+It.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420050205263700706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an amazing album. And not only that, but a fantastic debut album, taboot!  Have they ever come close to bettering it? No. Nowhere near. Have they still got some miles left in them? Yes, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what indie is all about. Short running times, warped vocals, grinding guitar, groovy basslines and pounding drums. Catchy songs and perfect air guitar music. The sort of songs that young kids can pick up on a guitar in like....three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I think The Strokes suffered from being in the wrong place at the wrong time, when they became the band to like, if you were in the 'in' crowd. And that unfortunate move put a little distance between the band and the majority of the music appreciating public. People wanted to like The Strokes, even love them, but the Music Snobs already loved them, so it was now quite uncool to like such a cool band. Yes, it complicated. And I think, to The Strokes detriment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed with brilliant singles; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Night&lt;/span&gt; being amongst the best known, I guess. But in my opinion, any track could have been released from this album and it would have gained perfect momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I particularly like this album because it sounds like it was recorded in a garage by five friends. The production is raw, and that's a really winner with this band. Too studio loved up and you get the poor brother &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Room On Fire&lt;/span&gt; or the very sad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Impressions Of Earth&lt;/span&gt;, both lacking in what made The Strokes so great to listen to in the first place. That simplistic sound of raw rock and roll, delivered by a band that you and your mates could replicate in less than four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite track: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soma&lt;/span&gt;.  A genius song. Short, bittersweet and to the point. The guitars are great, the breaks are perfect. His vocal....just fit. Disjointed in places, with a brilliant pair of guitar hooks fighting over each other. Everything about this song sounds just right. And I bet they put this together in about twenty minutes, the talented fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FsbBH93Grp0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tourist-Athlete/dp/B0006OL5CC/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261953028&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Athlete - Tourist&lt;/a&gt; (2005) (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szfi8tN4rLI/AAAAAAAABXU/xtOqjMlgn0U/s1600-h/Tourist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szfi8tN4rLI/AAAAAAAABXU/xtOqjMlgn0U/s200/Tourist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420050209121545394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be honest, when they first burst onto the scene in 2003 I couldn't abide Athlete.  I thought their brand of daft, jaunty guitar pop was completely forced and I got the distinct impression that they were trying way to hard.  Singles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Salvador&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Got The Style&lt;/span&gt; did nothing for me, despite their significant airplay and Mercury Music Prize nomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in 2005 they released &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tourist&lt;/span&gt;.  I knew I'd like it after their debut single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wires&lt;/span&gt; made the UK top Ten.  The tale of Joel Pott's premature baby being rushed to intensive care is a superb record and won the Ivor Novello for 'best contemporary song'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to Tourist again the other day and it was just as good as I always remember it.  It was the first record I bought after I moved out of my marital home in early 2005 and so I vividly remember sitting on the floor of my mum's hallway (it was the only way to get online) listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tourist&lt;/span&gt; and Thirteen Senses' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Invitation&lt;/span&gt; over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twenty Four Hours&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half Light&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tourist&lt;/span&gt; are superb, but I really also like the opening track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chances&lt;/span&gt; which builds to a beautiful anthemic chorus.  They had managed to eschew the daft London-ness of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vehicles and Animals&lt;/span&gt; and instead release a beautifully crafted record in the style of Coldplay and many of their peers.  Many people bemoaned this move into what you'd probably call the 'mainstream' but for me it turned a silly guitar-pop band into one of my most cherished records of the decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EmDZI_IgRtE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-6773455679375232735?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/6773455679375232735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=6773455679375232735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/6773455679375232735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/6773455679375232735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/scarves-of-red-tied-round-their-throats.html' title='scarves of red tied round their throats'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Szfi8woNmqI/AAAAAAAABXc/xCNFTEKrv3o/s72-c/Fleet+Foxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-5802392263334657116</id><published>2009-12-28T08:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:03:00.142Z</updated><title type='text'>let me show you what i'm made of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/What-If-All-Means-Something/dp/B00007H044/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261952007&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Chantal Kreviazuk - What If It All Means Something&lt;/a&gt; (2003) (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzfeQtUEb7I/AAAAAAAABW0/DcdTP9cUV5g/s1600-h/What+If+It+All+Means+Something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzfeQtUEb7I/AAAAAAAABW0/DcdTP9cUV5g/s200/What+If+It+All+Means+Something.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420045055186726834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Female singer-songwriters have always been a favourite of mine.  From Julia Fordham to Alanis Morissette, Amanda Marshall to Jann Arden and Sarah MacLachlan to Tina Dico, I do love the sound of a female vocalist with an acoustic guitar or piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the superb vocalists to have released records in the 2000s, this album remains one of my favourites.  After her promising debut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under These Rocks And Stones&lt;/span&gt; and the brilliant 1999 album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colour Moving and Still&lt;/span&gt;, Kreviazuk returned in 2003 with this brilliant record.  From the superb opening single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In This Life&lt;/span&gt;, it's one of those rare albums where there isn't a bad song included.  It's a strange mixture of styles from the yearning ballads of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flying Home&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morning Light&lt;/span&gt; to the upbeat charm of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss April&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ready For Your Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kreviazuk isn't particularly well known outside her native Canada other than for contributing the track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving On A Jet Plane&lt;/span&gt; for the soundtrack of the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Armageddon&lt;/span&gt;.  She's also made her name as a talented songwriter having penned the great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk Away&lt;/span&gt; for Kelly Clarkson and Gwen Stefani's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rich Girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What If It All Means Something&lt;/span&gt; is as brilliant and consistent an album as I have heard in the last ten years and whilst her subsequent albums have included brilliant individual highlights (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I Can Do&lt;/span&gt; from 2006's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghost Stories&lt;/span&gt; is one of my top five records of the decade) nothing matches the overall quality of this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jX7i0MG0uk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In This Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Seldom-Seen-Kid-Elbow/dp/B0013F2M52/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261951690&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Elbow - The Seldom Seen Kid&lt;/a&gt; (2008) (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzfeQ2nEVmI/AAAAAAAABW8/0LZ09haTC1Y/s1600-h/The+Seldom+Seen+Kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzfeQ2nEVmI/AAAAAAAABW8/0LZ09haTC1Y/s200/The+Seldom+Seen+Kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420045057682331234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you're coming up with a favourite list of albums that spans ten years, I guess it's easy to forget some of the albums that were released at the further end of the scale, and there's a little danger that recent releases may cloud your judgment. And when it happened for me, I found myself listening to the album once more, to justify my thoughts. All of them fell into a "Well, yeah, it's a great album, but all things considered, it doesn't really rank amongst the top ten of the decade" pile....all of them, except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is that album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Released only a couple of years ago, but it feels like yesterday. Why? Because I can still listen to it, now....as I am doing while I write this....and it sounds so....fresh, new, beautiful, original....amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first taste of Elbow with an ex girlfriend of mine. She kept raving about a song called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newborn&lt;/span&gt;. I could never decide at the time if I liked it or not. There was nothing to dislike, as it were, but again, nothing really grabbed me. Elbow and I parted company for a while until they released the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cast Of Thousands&lt;/span&gt; album, which completely won me over. Since then, I've stuck with them through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved the fact that they've remained a 'great, but not stadium filling size' band. They've had a string of successful singles, and their albums have always sold consistently well, but there's always been a lack of something. I don't even know what it is? Media support? TV spots? Eye catching videos? Something, somewhere just didn't give them enough oomph to become a household name. This album, I guess, has done all it can in respect to growing their popularity as a band. The began to sell out huge stadiums, appear on many a tv spot and even had much of their music used on tv adverts and programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their deserved Mercury Music Prize seemed to give them the recognition they had deserved for such a long time. Yes, their previous albums are brilliant. All of them! But this album....this is the album that is made with pure love and devotion to the art of making music.  I have serious doubts they will ever be able to top this album, but I would love to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a huge array of musical instruments on display here. The arrangements are lovely, so perfect. Guy's 'twenty a day' voice sounds as familiar as your best friend just bursting into song one night. And the stories that unfold are just genius. Each listen can twist the lyrics on their head and show a whole different meaning to the song. And it works so, so well.  The music is beautiful. His voice is divine. The stories are so brilliantly told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing sound production on this album. Big enough to fill stadiums, but intimate enough to just about fill your living room. Perfect late night listening. Enough wonderfully told stories on here to make you laugh, cry and feel utter loss. It's a truly emotional journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking a favourite song is really difficult. I love all the tracks for different reasons. And it really does depend on what mood I'm in at the time, as to which single track I would choose. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grounds For Divorce&lt;/span&gt;....it's massive!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirrorball&lt;/span&gt;....is just so, so beautiful!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weather To Fly&lt;/span&gt;....is genius!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starlings&lt;/span&gt; is....OMFG!  I could say something about them all! Except &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fix&lt;/span&gt;. I've never really gelled with that song. I don't know why?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I had this as my album of the year, I was torn between &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Loneliness Of A Tower Crane Driver&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some Riot&lt;/span&gt; as my standout track. I haven't checked back to see which one I chose, but I feel like I'm torn again.  I love how he sings that line, "Send up a prayer in my name".  But I also love that piano sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Some Riot&lt;/span&gt;. I guess a tragic story about giving up, turning your head, over indulgence and ultimately....death. It's not quite as depressing as it sounds. The piano sound is incredible. And when the backing vocals come in, it's uplifting and euphoric. This is an incredible song to see them play live. The whole thing is delivered with such passion. You can't fail to pick it up.  Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgxX7H7Jv-w"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some Riot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Leaders-Free-World-Elbow/dp/B0007Y88M6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261951960&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Elbow - Leaders Of The Free World&lt;/a&gt; (2006) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzfeRJmop3I/AAAAAAAABXE/Brw_qs6zcKM/s1600-h/Leaders+Of+The+Free+World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzfeRJmop3I/AAAAAAAABXE/Brw_qs6zcKM/s200/Leaders+Of+The+Free+World.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420045062780790642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Seldom Seen Kid&lt;/span&gt; in 2008, Bury’s Elbow finally began to achieve the success that they had long deserved for their quiet understated excellence.  It’s an album that seems to get better with every play, with songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirrorball&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grounds for Divorce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Day Like This&lt;/span&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hang on.  I’ve not picked that one.  I’ve picked the album before, 2006’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaders of the Free World&lt;/span&gt;.  It didn’t win the Mercury Prize, and although it was well received by the critics – all Elbow albums are – it didn’t shift anywhere near as many units as the follow-up and never threatened to break the band into the arenas that are now their natural stomping ground.  Elbow do platinum albums now, you know, not just gold ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaders of the Free World&lt;/span&gt; is the album that made me love them.  I had both their previous albums, and liked them well enough, and it looked for a while as thought this one might be going the same way: to be played every so often but generally left to gather dust on the CD shelf.  And then something happened: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puncture Repair&lt;/span&gt; happened.  It’s only 1m48s long, but it’s magical and it proved to be the key that opened up the rest of the album for me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Station Approach&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picky Bugger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forget Myself&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mexican Standoff&lt;/span&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great tracks keep on coming.  Apart from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puncture Repair&lt;/span&gt;, there are two other songs that really lift this album up to greatness: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaders of the Free World&lt;/span&gt; is a stinging attack on the Bush administrations (“passing the gun from father to feckless son”) and paints world leaders as little boys throwing stones. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stops&lt;/span&gt; is the sound of a heartbroken lover letting go and wishing his erstwhile love all the best (“I’ll miss you the way you miss the sea”).  It’s so beautiful and sad that it never fails to bring tears to my eyes.  Damn that Guy Garvey has a way with words. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Seldom Seen Kid&lt;/span&gt; is a good album and has been rightly lauded, but this is the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duM-YAr7-3Q"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-5802392263334657116?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/5802392263334657116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=5802392263334657116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/5802392263334657116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/5802392263334657116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-show-you-what-im-made-of.html' title='let me show you what i&apos;m made of'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzfeQtUEb7I/AAAAAAAABW0/DcdTP9cUV5g/s72-c/What+If+It+All+Means+Something.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-6028632390528678730</id><published>2009-12-27T08:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T08:49:00.265Z</updated><title type='text'>in my mind this is my free time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Turn-Bright-Lights-Interpol/dp/B00009Y2JD/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261861453&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;Interpol - Turn On The Bright Lights&lt;/a&gt; (2005) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ69AdENOI/AAAAAAAABWs/cgWLToxNyL0/s1600-h/Turn+On+The+Bright+Lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ69AdENOI/AAAAAAAABWs/cgWLToxNyL0/s200/Turn+On+The+Bright+Lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419654390099490018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joy Division have never been so influential as they are now, with scores of bands transparently inspired by those gloomy Mancunians.  Interpol, it must be said, are foremost amongst those admirers: if you couldn’t hear it in their music, then you only have to watch bassist Carlos Dengler play with his legs wide apart and his guitar almost touching the ground, to see a very obvious Peter Hook tribute at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike, say, Editors, Interpol move comfortably beyond their most obvious influences to offer something interesting of their own.  Singer Paul Banks may have a voice that makes him sound like an undertaker reading from a legal textbook, but somehow that apparent lack of expression simply serves to layer on the emotional impact of the songs.  It is a dark and poetic work, with Banks throwing in (and getting away with) some apparently leftfield lyrical ideas: “You go stabbing yourself in the neck”, “The subway is a porno”, “you’re so cute when you’re sedated”… Normally that would turn me right off, but the whole tone of the album encourages the listener to see this as art rather than as literalism.  Take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NYC&lt;/span&gt;, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The subway she is a porno&lt;br /&gt;The pavements they are a mess&lt;br /&gt;I know you've supported me for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm not impressed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the city post-9/11 and this is a love song from the band to their hometown.  It’s backhanded, but the affection is real.  I don’t know how a subway can be a porno, but in the context of this song, I don’t give a damn.  It sounds glacial, but there’s an almost indefinable warmth around the edges of this song.  Fragile, delicate warmth, but warmth none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the lyrics on this album are oblique and elliptical, with the meaning obscure but the beauty often openly apparent.  Take this from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say Hello to the Angels&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want your silent parts&lt;br /&gt;The parts the birds love&lt;br /&gt;I know there's such a place”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve no idea what that means, but I love it, and the power of it is somehow enhanced by Paul Banks’ monotone.  Interpol’s other albums are well worth a look, but for me this remains their pinnacle to date.  An album of depth, darkness and rich complexity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLWAOZSPJ9c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obstacle 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Free-School-Milk-Tiny-Dancers/dp/B000OYY6YI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261861199&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Tiny Dancers - Free School Milk&lt;/a&gt; (2007) (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ686YgNOI/AAAAAAAABWk/Co92Z-lZy48/s1600-h/Free+School+Milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ686YgNOI/AAAAAAAABWk/Co92Z-lZy48/s200/Free+School+Milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419654388469740770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of great bands in the 2000s made just one record.  Of all of them, I'm more disappointed that we'll never hear more from the Tiny Dancers than anyone else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formed in Sheffield in 2005, the six piece reached the lower echelons of the charts in 2007 with the brilliant singles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hannah We Know&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Will Wait For You&lt;/span&gt;.  They toured alongside Babyshambles, the Ghosts and Bob Dylan and played two stunning sets at Glastonbury in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really did have some potential.  Singer David Kay was an odd but clearly talented character and their interesting mixture of guitar, glockenspiel and keyboards was really refreshing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free School Milk&lt;/span&gt;, their debut (and only) album was produced by the Stone Roses' John Leckie and contained the two top Forty singles as well as the superb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shame&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Love&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun Goes Down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Tiny Dancers slipped beneath your radar in 2007 it is well, well worth seeking our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Free School Milk&lt;/span&gt; now.  It's a superb record and you'll be as rueful as I am that they never went on to bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rxzo2mjQhkc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Will Wait For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Funeral-Arcade-Fire/dp/B0006ZRX86/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261861526&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Arcade Fire - Funeral&lt;/a&gt; (2005) (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ68sigrMI/AAAAAAAABWc/zvcaxyFaCSo/s1600-h/Funeral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ68sigrMI/AAAAAAAABWc/zvcaxyFaCSo/s200/Funeral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419654384753618114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arcade Fire are a difficult band to explain. To look at them, especially when they are playing live, they look like a mish mash of untidy mature students, who still believe that one day their day will come. Because they are in fact very good. Varied, musically talented, flavours of indie, rock, folk, roots, even house and glam get a foot in the door. And it's a crowded house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, the album is filled with all manner of weird and wonderful sounds. Percussion is obviously played on strange things, squeezeboxes pulse in and out, violins rip and roll and stand out, there's a couple of guitars, bass and other things at work here, and it doesn't sound overcrowded. Just....full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially there are two singers, the guy and the girl, who I think are married. Which is uber cool, by the way. Anyway, yeah, the two singers....well, they haven't got the most amazing voices, but actually, for the mood of the music and album, they fit here just perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think their follow up album was anywhere near as good as this one. The sound here is....experimental and quite raw, and sounds like the producer sat there twiddling his thumbs instead of the knobs, 'cos the band had perfected the song in the first take. I'm sure that didn't really happen, but I think that's a nice way to sum up the sound production here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the album, it's almost got an operatic feeling to it. Like each track is progressing the story. I don't even know if that was intentional or not. I really should do some more research I guess. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big with the indie kids and the cool kats. It's not a snobby album. It's not pretentious. It's just good old fashioned rock n roll. With knobs on. And tracks like the gorgeous ballad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In The Backseat&lt;/span&gt;, with the beautiful string arrangements , the harp, the scratching and scraping, and the fantastic outro, don't know if they are meant to stay somber and gentle or rock the fuck out. Either way it works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who's unfamiliar with the band should listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)&lt;/span&gt;. It's a perfect opening track and a pretty accurate example of what the rest of the album is gonna feel like. Basically, if it's just not agreeable, then don't bother with the rest of the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite track: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebellion (Lies)&lt;/span&gt;. Pounding kick drum....climbing bassline....piano....a bit of guitar....senses of....Bowie, The Jam, Squeeze, The Undertones, Talking Heads. You get the picture. But they've also mixed it around, melted it in with modern feel and sound. It builds and builds into a pounding, romping songs, complete with wailing backing vocals and piano riffs that would make Ray Charles and Jools Holland proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should have go on to much better things. Sadly, they didn't. Not in my eyes, anyway. There's always next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNfWC4Sgkcs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebellion (Lies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-6028632390528678730?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/6028632390528678730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=6028632390528678730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/6028632390528678730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/6028632390528678730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-my-mind-this-is-my-free-time.html' title='in my mind this is my free time'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ69AdENOI/AAAAAAAABWs/cgWLToxNyL0/s72-c/Turn+On+The+Bright+Lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-1430917232113650116</id><published>2009-12-26T20:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:49:20.966Z</updated><title type='text'>nobody stands in between me and my man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Back-Black-Amy-Winehouse/dp/B000J3FC0Q/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261859899&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Amy Winehouse - Back To Black&lt;/a&gt; (2006) (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ2KCJWTnI/AAAAAAAABWM/xi9XT83Bt_M/s1600-h/Back+To+Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ2KCJWTnI/AAAAAAAABWM/xi9XT83Bt_M/s200/Back+To+Black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419649116333821554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She may be nuts, but when she lays down tracks like these, she's fucking brilliant.  A wonderfully distinctive voice and vocal style, singing stories of drugs, relationship break ups, love and failure, delivered in a fantastic 'old sound' and yet, it sounds so damned modern too. Genius production from Mark Ronson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everybody knows the great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rehab&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Know I'm No Good&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back To Black&lt;/span&gt; and of course her version of The Zutons criminally underrated original, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Valerie&lt;/span&gt; (later added as a bonus track on a re-issue, I think?!). And even the songs you don't know, all sound so bloody good. Catchy, uptempo and just generally groovy. With a capital G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it, but this album would have been higher on my list, had it not been for the fact that I think Amy has got some serious 'issues' which I hope and pray she gets help for, and until she does, she continues to act like such a fucking idiot....and that kinda means I love the album still, but just a little bit less.  Damn you Amy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best track? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Mr Jones&lt;/span&gt;.  A great old school soul number. Jingly piano riffs in the background, horns up the front, and Amy's absolutely gorgeous vocals. She sounds completely dreamy on this track. She's sassy, sexy, verging on just a little bit naughty. You can't fail to nod your head along with this track. All the tracks are brilliant on this album, so I chose this as my fave track above the others, purely 'cos she sings the great lines; "What kind of fuckery is this?" and "Nowadays you don't mean dick to me!"  Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and shexy!  *Honk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MVziVfYz2w"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me And Mr Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/American-III-Solitary-Johnny-Cash/dp/B00004ZBN5/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261859935&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;Johnny Cash - American III: Solitary Man&lt;/a&gt; (2000) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ2JyfdKII/AAAAAAAABWE/yF_QK1t3IMk/s1600-h/American+III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ2JyfdKII/AAAAAAAABWE/yF_QK1t3IMk/s200/American+III.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419649112131577986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even if he’d never met Rick Rubin, you’d imagine that Johnny Cash’s musical legacy would have been secure.  Yeah, so the tail end of his career might have petered off somewhat, but how could the man who recorded songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ring of Fire&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Walk the Line&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Folsom Prison Blues&lt;/span&gt; is hardly going to completely disappear into obscurity, is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did meet Rick Rubin, and between 1994 and his death in 2003, Cash recorded a succession of incredible albums, the American Recordings, that featured a mixture of covers of contemporary songs and a number of Cash originals.  Suddenly, after decades of seeming irrelevance, Cash, by now comfortably into his sixties, found himself cool again.  Perhaps cooler than he’d ever been....not bad for a man who once hung out with Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s probably most famous now for his cover of Trent Reznor’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurt&lt;/span&gt;, which features on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American IV&lt;/span&gt;.  It’s perhaps the classic example of a cover version of a song that has long since outstripped the original, and that video featuring Cash facing the camera and his demons as his soon-to-be-dead wife floats around in the background is still incredibly powerful.  It’s a great song and it’s taken from a good album, but of those albums that Cash recorded with Rick Rubin, this is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The covers on the album are again well chosen: Tom Petty’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Won’t Back Down&lt;/span&gt;, Neil Diamond’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solitary Man&lt;/span&gt;, U2’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;, Nick Cave’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mercy Seat&lt;/span&gt;….but Cash makes them all his own with staggering authority.  Even a song as well known as One, in Cash’s hands has new life breathed into it.  Nick Cave does a pretty mean version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mercy Seat&lt;/span&gt; himself, but his tale of a killer going to his death on the electric chair has never sounded more – ahem – electrifying than when sung by Cash.  It’s truly Old Testament in its ferocity, with Cash’s voice sounding like nothing less than the voice of doom.  Superb.  Not cheerful, perhaps, but compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8CzFVm1Yio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mercy Seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Twelve-Stops-Home-Feeling/dp/B000FBH2HS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261859858&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Feeling - Twelve Stops And Home&lt;/a&gt; (2006) (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ2Kex1p9I/AAAAAAAABWU/BqWs-nRTuT4/s1600-h/Twelve+Stops+And+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ2Kex1p9I/AAAAAAAABWU/BqWs-nRTuT4/s200/Twelve+Stops+And+Home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419649124019840978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's easy to dismiss The Feeling as second rate derivative pop but their debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twelve Stops And Home&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most fun, entertaining and listenable records I have ever bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Gillespie-Sells has an incredible knack of writing great, jaunty pop records.  The singles from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twelve Stops and Home&lt;/span&gt; were all hits, from the slower-paced charm of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sewn&lt;/span&gt; to the all-out 70s inspired pop of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fill My Little World&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Be Lonely&lt;/span&gt; and the majestic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love It When You Call&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the band are in more reflective mood - on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Piccadilly&lt;/span&gt; - there is still a real quality to the songwriting and whilst they might derive their influences from three decades of pop - from ELO to the Darkness - this brilliant debut album showcases their upbeat, radio friendly music perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kih5gXgrgcs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love It When You Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-1430917232113650116?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/1430917232113650116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=1430917232113650116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/1430917232113650116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/1430917232113650116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/nobody-stands-in-between-me-and-my-man.html' title='nobody stands in between me and my man'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzZ2KCJWTnI/AAAAAAAABWM/xi9XT83Bt_M/s72-c/Back+To+Black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-3272557125817956196</id><published>2009-12-25T08:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T08:48:00.894Z</updated><title type='text'>some things you can't invent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/X-Y-Coldplay/dp/B0006L16N8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261612828&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Coldplay - X&amp;amp;Y&lt;/a&gt; (2005)(LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKvm6uNgdI/AAAAAAAABV8/EwNZyrZW8zs/s1600-h/X+and+Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKvm6uNgdI/AAAAAAAABV8/EwNZyrZW8zs/s200/X+and+Y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418586384813097426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll admit, I'm not sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X&amp;amp;Y&lt;/span&gt; is actually Coldplay's finest hour musically (and certainly lyrically).  I could pick better individual songs off any of their other three 2000s albums and I wouldn't honestly get into a fight with you if you made a case for any of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parachutes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Rush Of Blood...&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/span&gt; actually being a better album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, and notwithstanding, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X&amp;amp;Y &lt;/span&gt;is my favourite overall Coldplay record.  It's overblown in places, some of the lyrics are horrifically weak but when I listened to all four albums a while back it was this one that I kept coming back to.  Whether it was the face that they were at the peak of their popularity when this came out, or the expectation I had was so high (and it was broadly met), I don't know.  I just know that I love the singles - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speed of Sound&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fix You&lt;/span&gt; (I know, I know) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk&lt;/span&gt; - and even the likes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hardest Part&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Square One&lt;/span&gt; are brilliant songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's maybe not their finest hour, but it's the album I like the best, which is what this list is all about, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TahH7B_aUZc"&gt;Speed of Sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hot-Fuss-Killers/dp/B000BTULEU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261612906&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Killers - Hot Fuss&lt;/a&gt; (2006)(bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKvmbWnKpI/AAAAAAAABVs/_cMImCxn54M/s1600-h/Hot+Fuss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKvmbWnKpI/AAAAAAAABVs/_cMImCxn54M/s200/Hot+Fuss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418586376392616594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite simply put, I don't think The Killers have even come close to bettering this album. Great, great indie/pop songs contained throughout this album. Ok, so the production isn't great, but it's all about the songs on this one. And boy, are they great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr Brightside&lt;/span&gt;....I mean, come on. How can anyone possibly not recognize this as a fantastic song?!?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody Told Me&lt;/span&gt;, another great, great indie flavoured song. Massive on the indie club circuit, and deservedly so. And then you also have the absolutely superb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All These Things That I've Done&lt;/span&gt;....a brilliant sing-a-long track, particularly superb at  their live gigs. Ok, so it has the lines; "I got soul, but I'm not a soldier.", but....but it's all about the delivery and musical styling on this album, not so much the occasional shitty lyric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire album is a joy to listen to. This has been made by musicians who love what they do. Although, I'd argue the case that any subsequent releases have been delivered with the same passion.  No, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sam's Town&lt;/span&gt; just didn't cut it for me. And I kinda hated their latest album.  My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufficient vocals, but the music is just great indie/pop music. Catchy songs, good sing-a-long chorus's and songs that sit in your head for days and days afterwards. And that's always a great sign for a classic album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best song for me is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glamorous Indie Rock &amp;amp; Roll&lt;/span&gt;.  I just love, love, love this song. Slow build up. Cool lyrics. And when it's kicks in around three quarters of the way through, when Brandon just....kicks down a gear. This is a perfect example of what we wanted in The Killers. Unfortunately, they didn't listen. Although they still seem to be doing ok. More of this please, Mr Flowers. More indie/pop in a jolly style that sticks in your head for days afterwards.  I mean, come on...."I'll take my twist with a shout"! Superb line, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmJo_0N2Xsc"&gt;Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Boxer-National/dp/B000O5AYCA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261612863&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The National - Boxer&lt;/a&gt; (2007) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKvmo38EHI/AAAAAAAABV0/Uzl4GgCLnWE/s1600-h/Boxer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKvmo38EHI/AAAAAAAABV0/Uzl4GgCLnWE/s200/Boxer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418586380022059122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember reading about this album a long time before I heard it.  It made lots of “end of year” type lists, and although it sounded (to paraphrase Bret and Jermaine)  like just the kind of thing that I might be into it, wasn’t until 2008 that I actually got around to buying myself a copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I liked the sound of the band immediately, with Matt Berninger’s sombre baritone and the steady, almost stately progression of the band, it took repeated listens before I began to appreciate quite how good this album really is.  It is, I think, the proverbial grower.  The album opens up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fake Empire&lt;/span&gt; and it’s a song that really sets the benchmark for the rest of the album: Berninger’s voice dominates around the often sparse backing track, and the band effortlessly seem to conjure up an atmosphere of darkness and loss together with a lingering sense of menace.  It’s an atmosphere that is maintained throughout the course of the subsequent 43 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The core of the album is taken up by a run of three magnificent songs: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow Show&lt;/span&gt; seems to tell the story of the very beginnings of a relationship ("You know I dreamed about you for 29 years before I saw you”); By &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apartment Song&lt;/span&gt;, the cracks are starting to show (“Oh, we’re so disarming, darling, everything we did believe is diving, diving, diving, diving off the balcony”); and by the time we get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Start a War&lt;/span&gt;, we seem to be near the end (“Walk away now and you’re going to start a war”).  It’s a devastating 1-2-3 punch, although the band, led by Berninger’s almost murmured, beguilingly soothing vocals, take you entirely by surprise with the emotional impact of these songs.  There are no big hit singles here, but the sustained understated excellence has kept me coming back and I seem to discover more with every listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zz5pskaTNJU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-3272557125817956196?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/3272557125817956196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=3272557125817956196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/3272557125817956196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/3272557125817956196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-things-you-cant-invent.html' title='some things you can&apos;t invent'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKvm6uNgdI/AAAAAAAABV8/EwNZyrZW8zs/s72-c/X+and+Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-8864059416203229805</id><published>2009-12-24T08:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:05:00.733Z</updated><title type='text'>i'll sing it one last time for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Final-Straw-Snow-Patrol/dp/B0001BH15K/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261610150&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Snow Patrol - Final Straw&lt;/a&gt; (2004)(Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKk7RTdzhI/AAAAAAAABVU/4PJPd5yfUNE/s1600-h/Final+Straw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKk7RTdzhI/AAAAAAAABVU/4PJPd5yfUNE/s200/Final+Straw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418574639844412946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2004 was – for me at least – the year of Snow Patrol  Over the course of the year, I saw the band perform live four times: first supporting Athlete at Rock City in the week that their breakthrough single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt; was released, then at Oxford Brookes as they surfed the crest of the wave; at Glastonbury as they duly provided the moment of the festival when they watched, awe-struck, as the crowd sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt; back at them; and finally at the Birmingham Academy at the end of the year, when the set was starting to wear a little thin and it was clearly time for the band to take a break and write some new material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a band, they’d been kicking around for ages before finally hitting the big time, but when they did finally make it, they made it really big, and for a while, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Straw&lt;/span&gt; was inescapable.  And no wonder, from start to finish it is packed with quality songs: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Be Dead&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spitting Games&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ways and Means&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiny Little Fractures&lt;/span&gt;.  You might not know all of the titles (and the band have something of a knack for terrible song titles), but I bet you know the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Lightbody has become famous for both his Northern Irish accented singing voice, and for his wide-eyed ballads.  Yes, he’s got a taste for the soppy, something that he’s certainly over-indulged in recent years, but here it was new and fresh and we’d not heard it all before. It’s not fashionable to like a band like Snow Patrol, and they’re often derided as being sub-Coldplay pap, but in my opinion this is one of the best albums of the decade – it’s certainly one of the ones that I’ve listened to most often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OypFpJVOM40"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/O-Damien-Rice/dp/B0000AXKRB/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261609916&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Damien Rice - O&lt;/a&gt; (2003)(LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKk79MfhoI/AAAAAAAABVk/Y4m_lYsqY3g/s1600-h/O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKk79MfhoI/AAAAAAAABVk/Y4m_lYsqY3g/s200/O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418574651626325634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2000s threw up some blooming great records and so by the time I've got to this stage it's like choosing between your children (so I am told).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; is probably the single most breathtaking, stop-whatever-else-you-were-doing album I have heard in this last ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has its standout songs - singles &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cannonball&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blower's Daughter&lt;/span&gt; to name two - but is is staggeringly beautiful from start to finish.  Sad, melancholy but with the amazing vocal combination of Rice and Lisa Hannigan, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; is a truly magnificent record from start to finish.  his acoustic performance at Glastonbury in 2005 was also one of my all time live music highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;, and listening to it again recently it hasn't lost any of its stripped-down, raw emotional power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YXVMCHG-Nk"&gt;The Blower's Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Rush-Blood-Head-Coldplay/dp/B000069AUI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261610116&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head&lt;/a&gt; (2002)(bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKk7jz5VRI/AAAAAAAABVc/vOPyk9xQNi0/s1600-h/A+Rush+Of+Blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKk7jz5VRI/AAAAAAAABVc/vOPyk9xQNi0/s200/A+Rush+Of+Blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418574644812272914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's there to say about Coldplay? Huge, huge, huge band now! Crazy huge!&lt;br /&gt;A great debut album released to critical acclaim and by the time this album was released, I think everybody was expecting brilliant things from the band. And they didn't let anybody down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parachutes&lt;/span&gt; as the benchmark, and not only growing to the next level, but taking their sound, the lyrics and even Chris Martin's vocals to many levels higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed with well known songs; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In My Place&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God Put A Smile On Your Face&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clocks&lt;/span&gt;, and who could forget &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scientist&lt;/span&gt; with it's brilliant video. Any song from this album could have been released as a single. Absolutely no filler here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen them play live quite a few times. They sound great, but they're not the most exciting band to watch perform. And I hate to say it, but their live renditions are a little bit too....polished. I won't be seeing them again though. Since this album, for me, they have gone down, down, downhill.  What happened Chris? What happened?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....absolutely brilliant album. A great listen to from beginning to end. The title track is a really good stomper, but the jewel in the crown on this album for me is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;.  And that's my favourite song from this, no question. Lovely piano intro. Chris gives his most emotional performance with his vocals on this track. And it builds. Oh yes, it builds. And "if you build it, they will come!" And I did!  It's wonderful final moments come with full orchestra and lovely Hammond amongst other things. And then it falls apart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KNuWWlFouXc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-8864059416203229805?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/8864059416203229805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=8864059416203229805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/8864059416203229805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/8864059416203229805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-sing-it-one-last-time-for-you.html' title='i&apos;ll sing it one last time for you'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzKk7RTdzhI/AAAAAAAABVU/4PJPd5yfUNE/s72-c/Final+Straw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-4954290573135280960</id><published>2009-12-23T08:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:08:00.308Z</updated><title type='text'>life, you know it can't be so easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Last-Broadcast-Doves/dp/B000065SXM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261527212&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Doves - The Last Broadcast&lt;/a&gt; (2002) (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzFibzxpvzI/AAAAAAAABVE/rX-ld3cnTS8/s1600-h/The+Last+Broadcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzFibzxpvzI/AAAAAAAABVE/rX-ld3cnTS8/s200/The+Last+Broadcast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418220056597872434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sullen sounding singer and stories of depression, loss, death, fear, buildings and life. Not much positivity in the vocals here, but the stories themselves are great and the music is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drums aren't hit, they're beaten. The basslines are delivered thick and heavy. The guitar twangs it's way through each track with great effect, leaving lots of Earworm hooks in it's path. And then you've got keys, piano, strings, brass, triangles, xylophones, bells, flutes....you name it. All the instruments melt together so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a much more confident album than their debut, showing how they'd grown their sound. It's filled with haunting melodies, anthemic sounds of gigantic proportions and track after track of excellent songs. You can tell they had some decent money behind the production of this album too. It's a very lavish and warm sound. Essentially, they are a three piece, but they do a damn fine job when they play the songs live. And I think that's where a lot of the beauty for this band comes from. You can tell, they absolutely love what they do. This is an album delivered with love, passion and honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time to get into their latest album, but previous to that, each of their albums had been an instant hit with me. They are consistently great. Their debut album was great, and the album that followed this one; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some Cities&lt;/span&gt; was equally as good, but I think they really found their 'sound' and production on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Broadcast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they haven't peaked just yet. But if they have, then it's a shame they will mostly be known as the poor man's Elbow. Not that that's a particularly bad place to be, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite track: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught By The River&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There Goes The Fear&lt;/span&gt; set the benchmark for the album, when it was released as lead off single. Gaining a huge reaction and tonnes of airplay, this pushed Doves much more into the mainstream. And deservedly so. But the best track by far is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught By The River&lt;/span&gt;. Acoustic guitar intro, then add a little vocals, then some tambourine....all the time building layers into the depth of the sound. The guitar gets very interesting at times. I guess it's a pretty standard mellow indie song, but it's just so damned infectious. Very 'instant' feeling. What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1O1MNNavhn8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught By The River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Songs-Deaf-Queens-Stone-Age/dp/B00006IJXT/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261527297&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Queens Of The Stone Age - Songs For The Deaf&lt;/a&gt; (2002) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzFicEPmrqI/AAAAAAAABVM/NBjYmyYVxPM/s1600-h/Songs+For+The+Deaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzFicEPmrqI/AAAAAAAABVM/NBjYmyYVxPM/s200/Songs+For+The+Deaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418220061018468002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw Queens of the Stone Age playing at Rock City in late 2002 as part of the BBC’s One Live in Nottingham event.  Without a shadow of a doubt, barring perhaps only Metallica, I think that was the single best concert that I saw all decade.  Why?  Quite simply because they rocked like beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Grohl, who drummed on the album, was absent, but Josh Homme, Nick Olivieri and Mark Lanegan were all present and correct, and it was one of those old-fashioned Rock City nights where sweat dripped from the ceiling (which, since they replaced the air conditioning, you simply don’t get any more).  Superb.  I bought the album itself on a whim.  I picked it up half thinking that it was going to be too thrashy for me, and although it certainly is thrashy in parts, with Nick Olivieri screaming his way through opening track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like a Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;, it’s far more tuneful than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s heavy throughout, but Homme and Lanegan have a sharp ear for a tune: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No One Knows&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go With The Flow&lt;/span&gt; are both pop songs barely concealed by thundering drums and guitars.  I think what makes this album stand out is the atmosphere it creates throughout: all the songs are loosely strung together by snippets of radio dialogue as an imaginary listener works his way through the dial.  It’s a conceit that just about works, but it’s the music that makes the album fly: it is dark and it is atmospheric, especially on the tracks sung by gravel-voiced Mark Lanegan.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanging Tree&lt;/span&gt; in particular sticks in the mind, with its image of doomed lovers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swaying in the Breeze&lt;/span&gt;.  The best rock album of the decade bar none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s88r_q7oufE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No One Knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Invitation-Thirteen-Senses/dp/B0002PD3IO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261527567&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Thirteen Senses - The Invitation&lt;/a&gt; (2005) (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzFibvo8BQI/AAAAAAAABU8/-pkPieToYDk/s1600-h/The+Invitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzFibvo8BQI/AAAAAAAABU8/-pkPieToYDk/s200/The+Invitation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418220055487579394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be honest - it is a bit soppy and lightweight this album, and you could easily get from start to finish without ever realising it had been on at all.  However, there's something really special about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Invitation&lt;/span&gt; that meant, after several listens recently that I had to include it in my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved out of my home and separated from my ex-wife, there were two albums I listened to more than any other.  Both were newish releases at the time, and whilst the other album is #3 on this list, Thirteen Senses provided the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Into The Fire&lt;/span&gt; or the superb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thru The Glass&lt;/span&gt; but I actually really love this record from start to finish.  It 's an odd one, really, as there is nothing tremendously special about it, and it translated pretty appallingly when I went to see the band lie in Nottingham in 2005.  It's slow and acoustic in places but is much, much better than a lot of people gave it credit for, and it is a real shame that they basically fluffed their 'comeback' with a dodgy second album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It barely appeared on the radar, this one, but I love it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3R7JTXxbW8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thru The Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-4954290573135280960?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/4954290573135280960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=4954290573135280960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/4954290573135280960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/4954290573135280960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-you-know-it-cant-be-so-easy.html' title='life, you know it can&apos;t be so easy'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzFibzxpvzI/AAAAAAAABVE/rX-ld3cnTS8/s72-c/The+Last+Broadcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-4548936899710333005</id><published>2009-12-22T08:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:59:00.950Z</updated><title type='text'>there was a band playing my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of The Decade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hymns-49th-Parallel-k-d-lang/dp/B000267J10/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261436861&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;k.d. Lang - Hymns Of The 49th Parallel&lt;/a&gt; (2004) (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzABnu2uvJI/AAAAAAAABU0/GGuVCIn3ph8/s1600-h/Hymns+Of+The+49th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzABnu2uvJI/AAAAAAAABU0/GGuVCIn3ph8/s200/Hymns+Of+The+49th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417832133830818962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to reach 2004 without ever having even considered buying a k.d.Lang record.  I've also managed to go from 2006 (when I bought this one) without considering buying once since....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hymns Of The 49th Parallel&lt;/span&gt; is an album of cover versions of songs originally performed by fellow Canadian artists.  Neil Young and Joni Mitchell loom large, as does Leonard Cohen with Lang's terrific cover of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt; gracing this album years before Simon Cowell got his paws on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this album on a trip to Canada in 2006.  It is, unquestionably, one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard.  It's the perfect accompaniment to a late night at home - acoustic in nature with a fantastic choice of songs including the superb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After The Gold Rush&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helpless&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Is Everything&lt;/span&gt; the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought long and hard about including this here, but after deliberation and listening to it a couple of times I simply couldn't ignore it, even if it's perhaps from an unusual source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ru8e2KRlsdQ"&gt;After The Gold Rush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Beautiful-Lie-30-Seconds-Mars/dp/B000MQ55F2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261437241&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;30 Seconds To Mars - A Beautiful Lie&lt;/a&gt; (2007) (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzABnKf9YSI/AAAAAAAABUs/hkSfmT0pS6E/s1600-h/A+Beautiful+Lie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzABnKf9YSI/AAAAAAAABUs/hkSfmT0pS6E/s200/A+Beautiful+Lie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417832124071633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every track on this album is a killer. Jared Leo's vocals are really strong on this album. And he can really holler! The guitars are medium heavy, but the drums....the drums are just outstanding on this album. If you could find true passion from playing the drums, it's here on this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good guitar and keyboard hooks throughout this album, not to mention some fantastic vocal talents being shown off.  It's a turn it up loud and sod the neighbours kind of album. It's noisy. Noisy and thoroughly enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who's tuned into one of the music tv channels can't fail to have seen one of their videos. Probably for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, although I always thought the video for the title track was their best. Mind you, come to think about it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kill&lt;/span&gt; was a brilliant video too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album may well be their pinnacle, their previous releases are fairly mediocre. Although their latest album is sounding very good indeed. Although there's an over-use of children's choir type backing, noticed even after the first listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite track....?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kill&lt;/span&gt;. Jangly guitar and pounding drums. That's what this song is all about. Add Jared's great vocals and you have a great example of damn fine rock music. This was the song which had the video a la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shining&lt;/span&gt;. A really great music video in tribute of a really great movie. I can appreciate that screaming vocals may not be everybody's cup of tea, but seriously, this is a great, great song from a terrific album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPIKNbvMuFg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Aha-Shake-Heartbreak-Kings-Leon/dp/B0002V4DNM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261437282&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Kings of Leon - Aha Shake Heartbreak&lt;/a&gt; (2004) (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzABmxN-zmI/AAAAAAAABUk/YlLJqt3wRv0/s1600-h/Aha+Shake+Heartbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzABmxN-zmI/AAAAAAAABUk/YlLJqt3wRv0/s200/Aha+Shake+Heartbreak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417832117285342818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kings of Leon have never been bigger: released in September 2008, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only By The Night&lt;/span&gt; was the biggest selling album of 2009 and the single, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex on Fire&lt;/span&gt;, has been all but inescapable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me though, the band peaked in 2004 with the release of this, their second album.  Their debut, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youth &amp;amp; Young Manhood&lt;/span&gt; was a joyous riot of southern-fried rock and roll and it launched the band, all long hair and musketeer beards, to the world.  Judging by the tone of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aha Shake Heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;, fame and fortune does not seem to have brought the band happiness.  Like many second albums, the lyrical subject matter was inspired by the band’s new life on the road: all groupies, drugs, parties and booze.  Does singer Caleb Followhill sound happy about that?  Does he hell.  Far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youth &amp;amp; Young Manhood&lt;/span&gt; was the party, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aha Shake Heartbreak&lt;/span&gt; is the hangover.  Instead of glorying in his new-found status as a rock God, we find Followhill worrying on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bucket&lt;/span&gt; about his hairline, and on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soft &lt;/span&gt;about his inability to get it up.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pistol of Fire&lt;/span&gt;, meanwhile, seems to be a cautionary tale about sex with groupies (or possibly your sister).  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ow&lt;/span&gt; indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band of three brothers and a cousin sound better here than on anything else they’ve recorded.  The first album was raw, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of the Times&lt;/span&gt; is dirty and full of skuzzy feedback, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only By The Night&lt;/span&gt; is polished and commercial – too polished, if you ask me, but here they sound just about perfect.  Before they became the megastars they are today, the Kings of Leon used to be labelled as “The Southern Strokes”, but they’ve long since outstripped their New York contemporaries.  There’s no front or posturing on this record, but there is plenty of heartfelt, soulful rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C4w0gqo2LY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-4548936899710333005?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/4548936899710333005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=4548936899710333005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/4548936899710333005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/4548936899710333005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-was-band-playing-my-head.html' title='there was a band playing my head'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SzABnu2uvJI/AAAAAAAABU0/GGuVCIn3ph8/s72-c/Hymns+Of+The+49th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-8423454429946539173</id><published>2009-12-18T08:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:05:18.389Z</updated><title type='text'>how's your view of things today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Only-Revolutions-Biffy-Clyro/dp/B002NX0LO2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261133919&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Biffy Clyro - Only Revolutions&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sytg7LI3ohI/AAAAAAAABUM/brsDJwEprjQ/s1600-h/Only+Revolutions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sytg7LI3ohI/AAAAAAAABUM/brsDJwEprjQ/s200/Only+Revolutions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416529546561692178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me a long time to get to listen to this album all the way through. Not because I had any 'difficulty', as such, for the album, quite the opposite. As each track played, I would skip back to listen to the track again, and then again from the beginning of the album. The first six tracks I found particularly addictive and completely lovable. And it's just grown on from there, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's certainly a theme that runs through this album, and that's that it's about keeping the interest. Taking the shape of many forms. Honesty in the lyrics, twisted as they are. Wailing guitars and power chords; think Led Zep, Placebo, The Strokes at times, Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Soundgarden, et al. Orchestrations at perfect moments. And beat and tempo changes, licked to death by The Devil himself. They like a tempo change, do Biffy and Co. Often the straight 8 bar gets kicked in the bollocks by some very odd, but amazingly catchy tempos switches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sounding like a typical Foo's song, sometimes Feeder, sometimes Bruce Hornsby and The Range, sometimes Genesis, sometimes Smashing Pumpkins, sometimes....well....insert pretty much any rock type band; not too heavy, but isn't afraid to do power chords. And yet, they still manage to retain their own originality....somehow. And some of the tracks are very original sounding. It's pushing a few boundaries, is this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fantastically enjoyable to listen to in the correct running order. The running order is just perfect for the album's feel, as a whole. I guess I'm left with a bitter-sweet but appealing sensation as I listen to it. I often wonder what other people might make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite track: I was gonna choose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That Golden Rule&lt;/span&gt; purely for the last half of the song. Not only is the first half brilliant in itself, but when it changes from Foo-A-Like to some unsigned Swedish Rock band that want to represent their Country in the Eurovision Song Contest, it just switches up, like ten gears. The dramatic strings that flit in and out. The power of those dirty chords. The orchestration. And come on, who wouldn't wanna play drums on a track like that?! Surely the best outro to any song for a long, long time. Fo' Real! Snizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought seriously about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cloud Of Stink&lt;/span&gt;, not just because it has a brilliant title, but the pace of the tempo changes....just wicked. Reminds me of Nirvana. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many Of Horror&lt;/span&gt; too. An outstanding track which begins in beautiful acoustic mood, the builds and builds into a wonderfully 'cinematic' sounding track. Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally settled with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bubbles&lt;/span&gt;, because not only is it the track that hit me the most after first listen, but the more I hear it, the more things I find buried beneath the surface. It's a great song, well structured. Kinda The Strokes at times. The guitar hook through the chorus is fantastic. The pounding drums keep driving the song and that deep repetitive bassline couldn't have been delivered any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they're a brilliant band to see live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4p9XWyClIGI"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Journal-Plague-Lovers-Street-Preachers/dp/B0020HRI8I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261133961&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Manic Street Preachers - Journal For Plague Lovers&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sytg7fe2DpI/AAAAAAAABUU/dn0UvSANPiU/s1600-h/Journal+For+Plague+Lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sytg7fe2DpI/AAAAAAAABUU/dn0UvSANPiU/s200/Journal+For+Plague+Lovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416529552022572690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a band, the Manic Street Preachers have surely got nothing to prove to anyone…. Except perhaps to themselves. The success of 2007s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Send Away the Tigers&lt;/span&gt; seemed to have finally give the band the courage to open up the cache of lyrics that Richie Edwards carefully left behind for them shortly before his disappearance in 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richie’s official status was changed from “missing’ to “presumed dead” in 2008, and this whole album is an eerie time-capsule back to the band that the Manics were around the time of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Bible&lt;/span&gt;: even the artwork is reminiscent of an earlier time, featuring a painting by Jenny Saville, the same artist who produced the cover for that 1994 album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Holy Bible&lt;/span&gt;, this album also features awkward, punky, guitar-driven music (this time produced by Steve Albini), again often with clips from films inserted between tracks.  The lyrics themselves are incredibly dense and are so compact, elliptical and reference-filled that it frequently feels as though it has been written in code.  Like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Bible&lt;/span&gt; too, this is not an easy listen, although the overall tone is somewhat less bleak and confrontational….if not exactly filled with the joys of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What might have been ghoulish and exploitative has been handled with care and with no little dignity, and this is both a fitting epitaph to Richey and the band’s best work in decades.  An absolutely superlative album, and I can pay it no higher compliment than to say that it’s right up there with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Bible&lt;/span&gt;.  It really is that good.  My album of the year by a country mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56kNO4kQodU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marlon J.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Road-Gavle-Tina-Dico/dp/B002TW3806/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1261133999&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Tina Dico - The Road To Gavle&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sytg78FgrgI/AAAAAAAABUc/gjhcnLTeGmw/s1600-h/The+Road+To+Gavle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sytg78FgrgI/AAAAAAAABUc/gjhcnLTeGmw/s200/The+Road+To+Gavle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416529559700942338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here we are again.  Another year, another Tina Dico album, another #1 favourite record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Road To Gavle&lt;/span&gt; wasn't quite such a shoe-in, though.  Whereas I absolutely loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Count To Ten&lt;/span&gt; from the first moment I heard it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Road To Gavle&lt;/span&gt; has a different sort of quality.  It is ostensibly an album of songs that sprung from Dico being asked to write a soundtrack for the Danish film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oldboys&lt;/span&gt;, and so it is a curious mixture of styles and sounds, from some perfect Dico ballads to some instrumental tracks and songs which are half 'standard pop song' and half 'lush string orchestration'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result has taken some time for me to digest, but is no less brilliant than her previous work.  The lyrics are yet again those of a singer despairing about her place in the world (the album opens with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Long Way Home&lt;/span&gt; in which Dico's regrets are apparent: 'it's a long way home, when you've burnt down every bridge that you've crossed').  With contributions from Helgi Jonsson (who worked with Dico on her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Open Ending&lt;/span&gt; EP) it's an eclectic selection - different, but great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Road To Gavle&lt;/span&gt; to start with but after repeated listens I have come to absolutely love it, and I have no hesitation about installing my current Favourite Artist Of All Time TM as my #1 in this chart for a second year running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7F9bCpCYJM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goldhawk Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-8423454429946539173?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/8423454429946539173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=8423454429946539173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/8423454429946539173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/8423454429946539173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/hows-your-view-of-things-today.html' title='how&apos;s your view of things today?'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sytg7LI3ohI/AAAAAAAABUM/brsDJwEprjQ/s72-c/Only+Revolutions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-4638424068645692448</id><published>2009-12-17T05:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:10:00.515Z</updated><title type='text'>if you give me nothing i can't help feeling i'm in stalemate with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Battling-Giants-Bens-Brother/dp/B00272NHQ8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260984025&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Ben's Brother - Battling Giants&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SykXsPnW5II/AAAAAAAABT0/viOUhILwFi0/s1600-h/Battling+Giants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SykXsPnW5II/AAAAAAAABT0/viOUhILwFi0/s200/Battling+Giants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415886075763025026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the relative success of 2007 debut album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beta Male Fairytales&lt;/span&gt;, Jamie Hartman was dropped by his record label during the writing of his second record.  Rescued by Island Records, he teamed up with the likes of Joss Stone and Jason Mraz and released &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battling Giants&lt;/span&gt; on his own Flat Cap Records in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beta Male Fairytales&lt;/span&gt;.  His strength is in his songwriting and that was a stunning album of heartfelt, melodic tunes.  With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battling Giants&lt;/span&gt;, however, he goes a step further and brings us a much bigger, more expansive sound.  Whilst there are one or two piano ballads here, the whole album is fuller and more punchy with some great guitar work and some really high quality songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the pleasure of meeting Hartman in Nottingham earlier in the year and he was not only a lovely fella but also really pleased with the album.  It's not set the charts on fire, which is a huge shame considering that is wipes the floor with the vast majority of Radio 2 style output that clogs up the airwaves.  His duet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stalemate&lt;/span&gt; with Joss Stone (and later Anastasia) would have been an unbelievably big hit in the hands of, say, Leona Lewis whilst tracks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apologise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I Let The Ladder Down&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What If I?&lt;/span&gt; are some of my favourites from 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really is a great record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_Fny0zBfaA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stalemate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lose-My-Life/dp/B001JSTKNK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260984112&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;White Lies - To Lose My Life&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SykXsRsJTnI/AAAAAAAABT8/OuN3BGVA-Ow/s1600-h/To+Lose+My+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SykXsRsJTnI/AAAAAAAABT8/OuN3BGVA-Ow/s200/To+Lose+My+Life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415886076319977074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a heap load of influence from the eighties, but somehow, bringing that familiar beat up to speed. Mixing together various ingredients from the likes of Joy Division, Echo and the Bunnymen, Furniture, The Cure, Depeche Mode, And Also The Trees, Editors, Doves, The Smiths, Suede, Madrugada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire album is like a step back in time, but a breath of fresh air, all at the same time. Each track just makes the whole concept work even more. There are some wonderful anthemic moments that will make many a fan happy at their gigs. And it's....it's just so simple. There's nothing fantastically complex about the sound of White Lies. They are a simple rock band that have spent the last 5 years listening to 80's compilations and then interpreted their own songs within that sound. It works perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead singer literally throws out the passion in his voice, when he 'lets go', that is. Perfectly exampled on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing To Give&lt;/span&gt;. It's just a shame there isn't more of that. He's certainly got a great style. Powerful. Charismatic. Faithful. The guy can write brilliant lyrics too. Sometimes he paints a wonderful picture, then covers in it mist with his bizarre analogies and metaphors. It's still borderline poetical genius though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just give me a second, darlin', to clear my head. Just put down those scissors, baby, on this single bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The quilt of darkness darted with our teardrops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looked at the case, he said ' I'll show you her blood'. I screamed down the phone line: Now is this the price of love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is however, one more thing that unfairly over-shadows this album, and that's all the doom and gloom. Yes, his sombre lyrics and sullen voice can feel somewhat....well....gloomy. But the world behind his stories aren't all doom and gloom, as such. There's a lot of love in their. Good love. And passion. And self belief. And positive thinking. You just have to listen for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite song.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Lose My Life&lt;/span&gt;.  A brilliant, driving song that resembles a Muse cover. The song grows by the second verse, adding some eighties sci-fi style keyboards. And then hits the bridge before a massive chorus. And the keyboard is the one to keep your ears out for. They are pounding, scary, sci-fi, flight of the bumble bee, and a huge wall of sound. A brilliant piece of songwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gT5Wa-hu0k&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=BB7CFAACA1C042F0&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Lose My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Told-You-Was-Freaky/dp/B002M2Z3JW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260984073&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Flight of the Conchords - I Told You I Was Freaky&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SykXskwRBcI/AAAAAAAABUE/3P6-TCorhPM/s1600-h/I+Told+You+I+Was+Freaky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SykXskwRBcI/AAAAAAAABUE/3P6-TCorhPM/s200/I+Told+You+I+Was+Freaky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415886081437533634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, so it’s a comedy album.  So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine Clement and Bret McKenzie proved with their last album that their songs were both funny and good, and here they’re doing more of the same with some songs from the second (and final) season of their TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first album was years in the making, with the songs well-honed from years of live performances – so the second album was always likely to be more difficult to pull off.   Where their debut featured accomplished, well-observed parodies of the likes of Pet Shop Boys, David Bowie and Barry White, they were mainly songs that are funny in isolation from the TV programme and in fact predated the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the new songs, however, are a lot more situation specific and were clearly written with the show in mind: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We’re Both In Love With a Sexy Lady&lt;/span&gt; may be a parody of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same Girl&lt;/span&gt; by R Kelly and Usher, but how much of the enjoyment of the song is bound up in the specifics of the girl with the epileptic dog from the episode in question?  Then again, how many people unfamiliar with the tv show will really be listening to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s perhaps not as immediate as the last album, but this is another classic: once again I’ve been unable to shift songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurt Feelings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor&lt;/span&gt; and the sublime &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carol Brown&lt;/span&gt; from my internal jukebox.  It might only be a comedy album, but it’s still comfortably better than most other albums released this year.  Please tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E6ZTrB024zY&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=1342FD404C9BD8F0&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carol Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-4638424068645692448?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/4638424068645692448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=4638424068645692448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/4638424068645692448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/4638424068645692448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-give-me-nothing-i-cant-help.html' title='if you give me nothing i can&apos;t help feeling i&apos;m in stalemate with you'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SykXsPnW5II/AAAAAAAABT0/viOUhILwFi0/s72-c/Battling+Giants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-1291150494989370134</id><published>2009-12-16T09:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:13:00.286Z</updated><title type='text'>the circus never dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lose-My-Life/dp/B001JSTKNK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260825710&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;White Lies - To Lose My Life&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Syas-NOxuAI/AAAAAAAABTk/BqipcJy4HOc/s1600-h/To+Lose+My+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Syas-NOxuAI/AAAAAAAABTk/BqipcJy4HOc/s200/To+Lose+My+Life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415205786663106562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fear there’s something in my makeup that predisposes me to like doomy guitar music.  White Lies are just the latest in a long line of gloomy bands from Interpol to the National that have tickled my fancy… and to give an indication of how predictable my music tastes are, it was our very own LB who tipped me off that they were probably right up my street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem odd that three nice young men from leafy Chiswick should be singing these frequently overblown, portentous tales, but sing them they certainly do.  Besides, it’s pretty hard to argue with songs as good as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfinished Business&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Lose My Life &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farewell to the Fairground&lt;/span&gt;.  Joy Division’s influence alive and well on the middle-class youth of England, you’ll be pleased to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQ0AFriC7ZM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farewell to the Fairground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Foot-Mountain-ha/dp/B002BSI6UU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260825774&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;a-Ha - Foot Of The Mountain&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Syas93TTklI/AAAAAAAABTc/EDtKf-GA87M/s1600-h/Foot+Of+The+Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Syas93TTklI/AAAAAAAABTc/EDtKf-GA87M/s200/Foot+Of+The+Mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415205780776522322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems slightly cliched that I, the king of the 80s, should be championing an a-Ha album as my third favourite record of 2009.  Surely they haven't released anything decent since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay On These Roads&lt;/span&gt; in 1989....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what, a-Ha's album releases have been of a consistent quality that many bands can only dream of.  Since the turn of the century, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifelines&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Analogue&lt;/span&gt; and now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foot of the Mountain&lt;/span&gt; have all been terrific records.  They are full of that sparse electronic sound that is their hallmark complimented by Morten Harket's despairing vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated to find out that, after 25 years, the band are splitting in 2010, just as it seems they are reaching the peak of their powers.  A surprisingly stunning live act, their continued success is entirely due to the quality of albums like this one.  It's as far from the 1980s as you could imagine - familiar, but modern and relevant.  I salute the trio, I really do, as they have continued to make beautifully crafted, great pop records for the best part of a quarter of a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HbG69SAZUKw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foot of the Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lungs-Florence-Machine/dp/B001PB3RU8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260825741&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Florence and the Machine - Lungs&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Syas-SI_zlI/AAAAAAAABTs/MmVCVhdEaUI/s1600-h/Lungs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Syas-SI_zlI/AAAAAAAABTs/MmVCVhdEaUI/s200/Lungs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415205787981041234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The name of the band couldn't be any more fitting. The name of the album is....perfect. The power at work here is Florence, her machine try their best to keep up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, it's a wonder to listen to. A totally flamboyant example of using all sorts of strange instruments and sounds, which really works wonders at keeping every track enjoyable to listen to. And then we get stories of relationships, misunderstandings, drug abuse, ex boyfriends....stories unfolding in a cleverly twisted way, lyrically. No doubt of her song writing capabilities. And no do she can sing her heart out, either. It's breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy harps, chanting drum pounding, brass, strings, bells, boxes, whistles, foot taps, finger clicking, humming, toy noises, all kinds of stuff. Florence's powerful voice belts out emotional, note perfect stories; time, after time, after time. She sounds like a twenty a day girl, probably the occasional whiskey or three, with her deep grinding voice, oozing with sexual promise. She also sounds like you wouldn't wanna fall out with her. I mean....if she can holler like that when she sings, just imagine what she's like when she shouts at you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite track....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Got The Love&lt;/span&gt;. I love Candy Staton's version of it. All five or so remixes! But the way Florence sings this, she gives it the push over the edge it needed, taking it to a whole different level. No remix of Ms Staton could have ever delivered a version with as much vocal energy as this. The climbing piano riff, the strings, the choir-esque background, oh those strings. It builds and builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzMcNAe4nE8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Got The Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-1291150494989370134?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/1291150494989370134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=1291150494989370134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/1291150494989370134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/1291150494989370134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/circus-never-dies.html' title='the circus never dies'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Syas-NOxuAI/AAAAAAAABTk/BqipcJy4HOc/s72-c/To+Lose+My+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-3682225411151795260</id><published>2009-12-15T08:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:06:00.327Z</updated><title type='text'>yeah i'm ok, thanks for asking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Polly-Scattergood/dp/B001QITOHK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260735815&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Polly Scattergood - Polly Scattergood&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyVNwpfCSnI/AAAAAAAABTE/Xj2uKWCwhLs/s1600-h/Polly+Scattergood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyVNwpfCSnI/AAAAAAAABTE/Xj2uKWCwhLs/s200/Polly+Scattergood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414819625147976306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want to support a growing talent this year, then my money is on Polly. A true underdog, geeky, quirky, a little odd, poetic, full of potential, fucked up. She's all these things and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think a young Kate Bush on acid. Think Tori Amos on mushrooms. Think Damien Rice as his female doppleganger. Think Alanis, Sophie B Hawkins, Fiona Apple and The Cardigans, Catatonia, Blondie, Bjork and Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a frustrated poet who's doing her best to vent through her songs. And she's doing a pretty fine job at it too. So much anger and frustration hasn't been felt since Alanis's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jagged Little Pill&lt;/span&gt;. God bless Alanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly has a wonderful vocal talent. Her producers have taken this as key to the mix of the album. And it pays off, big time. At times, you can listen....close your eyes....and say out loud...."That's genius!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very bold debut album. It's to the point. There's no misunderstanding between the artist and the listener. This album feels very....personal. The piano can feel....isolated. The cello can feel....unloved....the violins can feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best track? Dammit, this is a tough call. I'm gonna go for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe In, Breathe Out&lt;/span&gt;. Why....? Because it's just so beautiful and stunningly frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tVjuMpSKnA"&gt;Breathe In, Breathe Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Duckworth-Lewis-Method/dp/B002ASVR8E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260735847&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Duckworth-Lewis Method - The Duckworth-Lewis Method&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyVNw79xCNI/AAAAAAAABTM/La_fPfhzQwA/s1600-h/Duckworth+Lewis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyVNw79xCNI/AAAAAAAABTM/La_fPfhzQwA/s200/Duckworth+Lewis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414819630108707026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An album about cricket?  That sounds like a bad enough idea even before you hear that it involves that bloke from the Divine Comedy….  Named after an impenetrable mathematical formula used to work out revised batting targets in rain affected games, Neil Hannon and Pugwash’s Thomas Walsh have, somewhat against the odds, produced the most consistently charming album of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s quirky, but in a good way, starting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Coin Toss&lt;/span&gt; and closing, of course, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The End of the Over&lt;/span&gt;.  In between we have songs referencing Pakistani batsmen (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meeting Mr. Miandad&lt;/span&gt;), Shane Warne’s ball of the century (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jiggery-Pokery&lt;/span&gt;) and lots of paens evoking the pastoral heritage and history of the game of cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd that such affectionate whimsy should come from two Irishmen, but the quality of this album was almost as welcome a surprise as England’s Ashes win…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmRGbw_fen4"&gt;Jiggery-Pokery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/First-Days-Spring-Noah-Whale/dp/B002CQV0QS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260735075&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Noah and the Whale - The First Days Of Spring&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyVNxK7xPSI/AAAAAAAABTU/oACSSQY9Yhw/s1600-h/The+First+Days+Of+Spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyVNxK7xPSI/AAAAAAAABTU/oACSSQY9Yhw/s200/The+First+Days+Of+Spring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414819634126863650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be honest, the annoying chirpiness of Noah and the Whale's debut album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peaceful The World Lays Me Down&lt;/span&gt; really ended up getting on my nerves.  Ubiquitous single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five Years Time&lt;/span&gt; included, the whole thing was a little bit to twee and ridiculous for my liking and I consigned it to the cupboard pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, lead singer Charlie Fink split up with singer/songwriter Laura Marling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resultant album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The First Days Of Spring &lt;/span&gt;is as raw and bleak a record as you could possibly imagine.  The album opens with the lines "It's the first day of spring/and my life is starting over again" and Fink has admitted that the album was both cathartic and therapeutic.  However, whilst &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The First Days Of Spring&lt;/span&gt; is painfully honest, it manages to avoid being maudlin and self-absorbed.  Lush string arrangements and downbeat guitars have replaced the tinny folkiness of their first album and the band have created an utterly captivating and engrossing album that is simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't overstate how stunning this record is.  I had absolutely zero expectations for it when I gave it a listen on one bored morning a couple of months back. It made me stop in my tracks and listen to it over and over again and it has that brilliant quality where it is difficult to listen top it on random, or pick bits out in isolation.  It is a proper album in the old-fashioned sense and the only way you can listen to it is in order, from start to finish.  And listen to it, you should.  You will not be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szbB-vLVnoQ"&gt;The First Days Of Spring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-3682225411151795260?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/3682225411151795260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=3682225411151795260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/3682225411151795260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/3682225411151795260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-im-ok-thanks-for-asking.html' title='yeah i&apos;m ok, thanks for asking'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyVNwpfCSnI/AAAAAAAABTE/Xj2uKWCwhLs/s72-c/Polly+Scattergood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-5235808631339606963</id><published>2009-12-14T09:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:30:00.455Z</updated><title type='text'>i just dont have the technology, it really is too advanced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums Of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hands-Little-Boots/dp/B0027IAXF0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260661100&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Little Boots - Hands&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQquSoT-uI/AAAAAAAABSs/fD9TLwkxWO4/s1600-h/Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQquSoT-uI/AAAAAAAABSs/fD9TLwkxWO4/s200/Hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414499626769447650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There has been no shortage of 80s influence in pop music over recent years in everyone from Keane to the Editors.  Whilst La Roux's debut album was about as 80s as they came, its clinically perfect production made it somehow less of an album than it could have been.  I like it but it's somehow soulless in a way that this album certainly isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hands&lt;/span&gt; has 80s influences but incorporates them in a charming and entertaining way.  Whether Victoria Hesketh's slight Northern accent gives this record a slight 'down to earth' appeal, or whether is it simply because it is more real and honest (and far less like a concept record than, say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Roux&lt;/span&gt;) it's a terrific and grounded record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It varies in tempo from the manic upbeat disco of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earthquake&lt;/span&gt; to the beautiful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Brakes&lt;/span&gt; and includes hit singles New In Town and the excellent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remedy&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm delighted that she has finally hit the big time after plenty of hard work and in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hands&lt;/span&gt;, Little Boots has made one of the most likeable pop albums of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=McdqerXrwXE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (or hidden track &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4pa_-YZjVYs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sunny-Side-Up-Paolo-Nutini/dp/B0026JWDQW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260661280&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Paolo Nutini - Sunny Side Up&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQqvCHAF6I/AAAAAAAABS8/Ih5GmkYnyus/s1600-h/Sunny+Side+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQqvCHAF6I/AAAAAAAABS8/Ih5GmkYnyus/s200/Sunny+Side+Up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414499639514634146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would you like to know about this album? What's the overall feeling of the album?....The feeling is....joyful....happy....can't help but smile.... What kind of music is it?....Fuck knows. Paolo is in a category all on his own. There's influences from Latin beats, sixties soul, indie guitar driven, soul, jazzy snizzle fizzle, easy listening....you name it. It's there. And not only is that why this album is a winner, but also for the fact that Paolo's voice is superb. There's just a little hint of his true accent, it's just....about....there. And the stories that unfold in his lyrics; lost love, new romances, life, touring, smoking weed, hard ons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And musically? Lyrically?....Well, it's very clever, put it that way. Paulo's twisted lyrics are borderline genius, and the variety of genres, tempos and instruments keep the interest at def con one level. It's brutal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wonderful feeling that....when you listen to it, you get a lovely warm feeling that they all had such a brilliant time recording it. The orchestrations are lovely, the brass is unexpected, but welcome all the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standout track? That's an easy one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Other Way&lt;/span&gt;. The old skool sixties/soul feeling, that guitar pattern, the brass, and his voice....so....so emotional. Everything about this song rings true. The tempo, the lyrics, the story. A love that got lost along the way. Everybody can relate to that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIBcs9AsBO8"&gt;No Other Way&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fits-White-Denim/dp/B0029358CQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260661324&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;White Denim - Fits&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQqugltvCI/AAAAAAAABS0/pH-FH4A4VyM/s1600-h/Fits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQqugltvCI/AAAAAAAABS0/pH-FH4A4VyM/s200/Fits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414499630516648994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White Denim’s debut album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Workout Holiday&lt;/span&gt;, was an absolute riot from start to finish: a glorious mish-mash of shifting tempos, improvisational drumming, shouty lyrics and screaming guitar breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fits&lt;/span&gt; is essentially more of the same, but the band have added texture to their repertoire, and as well as the shifting tempo squalling, wandering rock, there now appear to hints of Zappa and perhaps even some jazz.  Sounds terrible, but this album is one 37-minute meander that you really don’t want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening track, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radio Milk How Can You Stand It&lt;/span&gt;, is White Denim encapsulated in a fraction under four minutes: we have a slow psychedelic start, pounding drums, raw sounding bass, an avalanche of wah-wah guitar breaks, high vocal harmonies, multiple changes of pace and style and a whole lot of shouting that I can’t really make out.  They’re a brilliant band – nearly as good on record now as they are live.  Don’t believe me?  Go and see them for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Track: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Radio Milk How Can You Stand It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-5235808631339606963?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/5235808631339606963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=5235808631339606963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/5235808631339606963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/5235808631339606963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-dont-have-technology-it-really.html' title='i just dont have the technology, it really is too advanced'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQquSoT-uI/AAAAAAAABSs/fD9TLwkxWO4/s72-c/Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-8102535038341475573</id><published>2009-12-13T09:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:16:00.067Z</updated><title type='text'>the children of the future are drowning in the flood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/West-Ryder-Pauper-Lunatic-Asylum/dp/B001WCBPCW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260653211&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Kasabian - West Ryder Pauper Lunatic Asylum&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQLmGAOFII/AAAAAAAABSk/S9eH7vYP64s/s1600-h/West+Ryder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQLmGAOFII/AAAAAAAABSk/S9eH7vYP64s/s200/West+Ryder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414465401080648834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dislike Kasabian enormously: I hate their simian bearing and their staggeringly limited delusion that apeing Oasis is somehow greatest thing anyone could ever aspire to.  I do, however, grudgingly have to admit that I quite like their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted desperately to hate this album, from the moment that I first set eyes on its preposterously pretentious cover…. But again, I couldn’t do it.  Lead single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt; sucked me in to buying the album, and from my very first listen, I was forced to admit that there’s more wit and invention on display than Oasis have shown in decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t quite go as far as Q Magazine by naming this as the album of 2009, but it seems that the gibbons have come up trumps again.  But if, given infinite time, an infinite number of chimps with typewriters will eventually produce the works of Shakespeare….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fuPK6KgSjno"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where Did All The Love Go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wild-Young-Hearts-Noisettes/dp/B001P65M42/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260653164&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Noisettes - Wild Young Hearts&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQLl_bpTDI/AAAAAAAABSc/r8yLp_otXVI/s1600-h/Wild+Young+Hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQLl_bpTDI/AAAAAAAABSc/r8yLp_otXVI/s200/Wild+Young+Hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414465399316630578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don’t be fooled by the Noisettes mammoth chart hit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t Upset The Rhythm&lt;/span&gt;.  For months, I was, and I assumed they were some silly, Euro dance act with nothing but a bassline and a decent female vocal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised by how refreshing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Young Hearts&lt;/span&gt; sounds.  If anything, it owes much of its charm to the great Motown hits of old rather than any formulaic, modern dance music.  It manages to combine a really retro sound with something very 21st century and the result is a great selection of catchy, meaningful songs which actually have some depth to them.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t Upset The Rhythm&lt;/span&gt; is utterly unrepresentative of the rest of the album, and if you listen to one of their other singles like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Forget You&lt;/span&gt; or the title track you’ll understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the Noisettes can build on this album and go on to bigger and better things.  This could be the sign of great things to come, and if they have a car advertisement to thank for their big break, meh. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QwE8Gudcgv0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Young Hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Resistance-Muse/dp/B002GZQYMK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260653250&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Muse - The Resistance&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQLlnRmSUI/AAAAAAAABSU/EIfVBEcFiPc/s1600-h/The+Resistance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQLlnRmSUI/AAAAAAAABSU/EIfVBEcFiPc/s200/The+Resistance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414465392832039234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One has to wonder, just where are Muse headed nowadays? They've already reached global acclaim, filling stadiums left, right and centre. Album sales reaching stupid quantities and obviously huge amounts of money being thrown at them for their music video shoots. So what next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....it's a case of more of the same, but with a few extra tweaks and a dash of really accomplished production, with Muse doing what they do best, but stretching their legs just that little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a lot more 'filling' going on here. I don't mean that in a bad way. I'm not taking album filler tracks. Trust me, this album is all killer, no filler! To quote the fantastic Jamie T. No, I mean....there's lots of electronica, orchestrations, long instrumental breaks, and some of the most flamboyant piano strumming, the likes I've not heard for a long time. Matt's voice is as good as ever, and he does really great on the ballads. He really does seem to be finding his feet. I mean, it's only take ten years or so, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes....this album really is a must own for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album opens with the blistering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uprising&lt;/span&gt;. The bass pumping, sixties sci-fi emulating keyboard, pounding drums and a creepy similarity to Blondie's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call Me&lt;/span&gt;. Fantastic. And that grinding guitar is just brilliant. A great opening track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the album doesn't disappoint. There's power chord rock, stadium anthems, funk, operatics, gentle ballads, tempo changes, story telling and voice that's hits notes all over the scale. Power chords a plenty, some very odd keyboard hooks, lots of piano, some massive drums, dirty basslines, Matt's falsetto vocals, great guitar work and lots and lots of orchestration. Ok, at times it may sound a little....pretentious, but put that feeling aside, just listen....and love the beauty....that is Muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing out just a little above the crowd are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resistance&lt;/span&gt;, a galloping, dare I say it, Queen type anthemic sound, and it's unbelievably potent chorus, which is surely a definitive 'Earworm' moment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undisclosed Desires&lt;/span&gt;, which sounds breaktakingly familiar on first listen, with it's jaunty keyboard lead in. It's Muse on a funky day! Yay....go Muse, ya funky shizzle dizzle. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;United States Of Eurasia/Collateral Damage&lt;/span&gt; is epic with a capital E. It's thrusting, operatic, Queen-esque, big, big and, erm....big. The song brilliantly calms itself down and exits with a lovely piano piece to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best track for me is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unnatural Selection&lt;/span&gt;. Absolutely gorgeous church organ intro. The drum pounding, and then that phat guitar hook, Matt's weaving vocals and a chorus and bridge that's almost too big for it's boots. But not quite. This song drives and drives. Ooh...tempo change. Now it's a down and dirty swamp blues type groove. The guitar solo is decidedly jolly and Matts vocals are almost sexy. Almost. Aah, bollocks to it. Yes. YES! Matt's vocals make me feel naughty. Oh, tempo change again. The song finishes off like a neat sandwich. The top and the bottom are lovely, but the filling is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PL6jwxw9T3c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unnatural Selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-8102535038341475573?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/8102535038341475573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=8102535038341475573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/8102535038341475573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/8102535038341475573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/children-of-future-are-drowning-in.html' title='the children of the future are drowning in the flood'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyQLmGAOFII/AAAAAAAABSk/S9eH7vYP64s/s72-c/West+Ryder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-515226811633426066</id><published>2009-12-12T08:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:09:00.129Z</updated><title type='text'>every time i feel your touch i'm broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Echo-Leona-Lewis/dp/B002I6253O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260447500&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Leona Lewis - Echo&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyDnhWyO7eI/AAAAAAAABR8/xGkfJvx2h0A/s1600-h/Echo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyDnhWyO7eI/AAAAAAAABR8/xGkfJvx2h0A/s200/Echo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413581312337309154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think what you may about people who find fame from a 'talent show', and yes, there have been some stinkers who have just been the best of a poor bunch, or in the right place at the right time....whatever. But whatever you think, I challenge anybody to question the fact that Ms Lewis can sing. And not just sing, but sing her fucking heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite like the fact that she was 'discovered' amongst a pile of rabble in a pop contest. In my opinion, she has a fantastic voice, a great range and quite simply thank fuck for talent shows like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X Factor&lt;/span&gt; looking for people like her, because had she not had the opportunity to gain public support that way, she probably would never have got anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her debut album was, at the time, the fastest selling debut album in the UK and has since gone on being certified Platinum 9 times. That's some major feat for a nobody. Even more so considering most critics (et moi), didn't think it was that great an album. This second release pushes her vocal abilities to a much higher level. Not only that, but she sounds much more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess a lot of the album is playing it relatively safe for Leona's voice, because it's dominated by ballads. And that's where she comes into her own. Her silky tones can handle a good range, but it's when she lets her powerful voice reach out that wins, hand down, every damned time. There are a few mid tempo tracks on here which are pretty damn good too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost and Found&lt;/span&gt;, featuring One Republic, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Let Me Down&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Got You&lt;/span&gt; all excellent examples of great, great pop songs. Nods towards the likes of Rihanna, Pink, Nelly Furtado, even Kelly Clarkson. All great stuff, but trust me, it's about the ballads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; has been the lead off single release, because it's more of an uptempo track and nowhere near being a good example of the rest of the album. But considering she's been well received with tonnes or radio, video and Tv appearances on that single alone, it can only be a great sign of things to come for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between songs for my standout track.  The hidden track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stone Hearts and Hand Grenades&lt;/span&gt; is gorgeous, as is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Let Me Down&lt;/span&gt; featuring Mr Timbersnake on backing vox. The simplicity of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alive&lt;/span&gt; just gently massages the heart, while her cover version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;/span&gt; is just genius. And then she really strikes warmth and power from within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken &lt;/span&gt;and does a wonderful female version of Prince on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't Breathe&lt;/span&gt;, both of which are....just....stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to pick, then I'm going for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;. A beautiful ballad, sung so emotionally. And of course it has the wonderful lines, "All those sorry's, there's a million reasons why....you can't mend me. Don't even try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfect late night listening pleasure. Girls tend to love Leona. Guys tend to keep their secret love of 'pop' to themselves. well, stand up and be counted, I say. She's an amazing singer, with a brilliant voice, a lovely personality who struck lucky and no matter what other people may think of you for saying so....do it! Stand up for the underdog who is making it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Leona. And I'm proud to say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2he7lrUHio"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Two-Suns-Bat-Lashes/dp/B001RQ0SJO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260447468&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Bat For Lashes - Two Suns&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyDnho_1_0I/AAAAAAAABSE/BHaMBFSCUnk/s1600-h/Two+Suns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyDnho_1_0I/AAAAAAAABSE/BHaMBFSCUnk/s200/Two+Suns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413581317226233666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natasha Khan’s second album brought her a second nomination for the Mercury Music Prize. She didn’t win this time either, but who really cares about that?  Here we’ve got an artist to treasure: playful, inventive and with a seemingly ever-growing palette of sounds and influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she sounds simultaneously like Kate Bush, PJ Harvey, Tori Amos with perhaps a dash of 1980s-era Fleetwood Mac thrown in for good measure… and it’s all good.  Breathy, ethereal, poetic, mystical… the album even includes a song – &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daniel &lt;/span&gt;– about a crush on the fly-catching, fence-painting hero from the Karate Kid films, and as if that wasn’t enough excitement, a duet with Scott Walker (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Big Sleep&lt;/span&gt;).  And, ladies and gentleman, you can’t end an album on a better note than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeLNuQdfcQw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv4N3zAvl4I"&gt;Lily Allen - It's Not Me, It's You&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyDnh-ELEyI/AAAAAAAABSM/Sg22273sToo/s1600-h/It%27s+Not+Me+It%27s+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyDnh-ELEyI/AAAAAAAABSM/Sg22273sToo/s200/It%27s+Not+Me+It%27s+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413581322881536802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you’d told me three years ago that I’d end up putting a Lily Allen record into my ‘Top 10 albums of the Year’ list, I’d have thought you were potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here we are and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s Not Me, It’s You&lt;/span&gt; sits proudly at number Seven on my list.  Quite how Allen has managed to weedle her way into my affections when I originally thought her daft, affected Cockney accent was nothing more than horrifically annoying, I’m not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s Not Me, It’s You&lt;/span&gt;.  It has a real mix of styles and sounds, from some quite dance-orientated numbers to a couple of quite personal slower songs. It also features some great singles, of course, from the country and western silliness of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not Fair&lt;/span&gt; to the utterly superb number One single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fear&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a much more mature record than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright, Still&lt;/span&gt;.  Allen takes herself much less seriously, concentrating simply on writing some brilliant records.  Her voice is much more understated and the quality of the twelve tracks do all the talking here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop music at its very, very best, this.  A surprise, but a very welcome one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sv4N3zAvl4I"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Could Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-515226811633426066?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/515226811633426066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=515226811633426066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/515226811633426066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/515226811633426066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-time-i-feel-your-touch-im-broken.html' title='every time i feel your touch i&apos;m broken'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SyDnhWyO7eI/AAAAAAAABR8/xGkfJvx2h0A/s72-c/Echo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-4670974222856976107</id><published>2009-12-11T05:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T05:10:00.649Z</updated><title type='text'>i didn't want to get out of bed this morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Looking-Through-You-Yeah-Yous/dp/B002CJN414/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260379068&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Yeah Yous - Looking Through You&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx_cI-KfsII/AAAAAAAABRs/c-WIsLFlUbo/s1600-h/Looking+Through+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx_cI-KfsII/AAAAAAAABRs/c-WIsLFlUbo/s200/Looking+Through+You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413287323806707842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do like a bit of jaunty pop music.  The Yeah Yous are a duo from London and their debut single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fifteen Minutes&lt;/span&gt; crept into the top Forty in the summer of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They haven’t really been plugged by their label and their terrific follow-up single &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting Up With You&lt;/span&gt; didn’t secure much airplay which is a crying shame.  I wouldn’t say they sound like The Feeling, but they are two bands who make broadly the same type of records – classy, quality pop with huge anthemic, singalong choruses that don’t fail to put a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think this pair could end up being pretty successful if they get the break that the quality of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking Through You&lt;/span&gt; deserves.  Let’s hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abMg0cUCiiI"&gt;Getting Up With You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Ellipse-Imogen-Heap/dp/B0028Y5MY0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260379035&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Imogen Heap - Ellipse&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx_cIQ2RGVI/AAAAAAAABRk/QdDG45iOXTM/s1600-h/Ellipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx_cIQ2RGVI/AAAAAAAABRk/QdDG45iOXTM/s200/Ellipse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413287311642270034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lovely, dreamy-feeling album, nicely produced and perfect late night listening material. Packed to the brim with some bizarre sounds and a wonderfully eclectic mix of percussion and noises that gel together so well, each listen if this album gives a fresh appeal. You keep hearing new things...."Oh, that's Soooo Sergeant Pepper....", "It's clunky, it's got some kind of Russian flavour....", "Wow, where did those strings come from....?", that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the music itself is pleasing to the ear, especially when it begins to experiment with itself, it really is down to the beautiful tones in Imogen's voice that makes this collection of songs so much more enjoyable. And it's even more wonderful when the producers chop, spin, sample, overdub, flaunt and emulate her voice within the songs, perfectly exampled in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt;. Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even people who say, "Imogen Heap....Nah, don't know her stuff" will know her without realizing. Her songs are often used in those American TV shows like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The OC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True Blood&lt;/span&gt;, et al. Usually at some very dramatic point, and probably involving a flashback....in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is her most accomplished album to date, and that even includes the stuff she recorded and released as Frou Frou. Wonderful as that was! Unfortunately, it's about as commercial and radio friendly as Terence Trent D'arby's second album, proper.  This probably means that although she will receive fabulous critical acclaim for this album (she already has) and will most likely win some music awards (she will), her musical status quo will remain unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2-1&lt;/span&gt;, without a doubt. Strings, clever mixing and Imogen's gorgeous, smokey and seductive tones build and build in this song. It's a wonderful mixture of Kate Bush, Bjork, Sia, Fiona Apple and Tori Amos all in one. Layer upon layer of experimentation with instruments, sounds, and vocal techniques, building into what is quite simply an outstanding song. Note perfect vocals twisting and teasing the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0-LC2vyge4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Quicken-Heart-Maximo-Park/dp/B001UE8J1W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260379111&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Maximo Park - Quicken The Heart&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx_cJLS0ZlI/AAAAAAAABR0/W-lLuEgWvHw/s1600-h/Quicken+The+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx_cJLS0ZlI/AAAAAAAABR0/W-lLuEgWvHw/s200/Quicken+The+Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413287327331280466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not as immediate as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Certain Trigger&lt;/span&gt; and not as intimate as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Earthly Pleasures&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quicken The Heart&lt;/span&gt; initially left me cold and took a few months to work its way into my affections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of the same, I thought, diminishing returns…. Surely there’s only so much quirky, spiky, north-east accented indie a man can take?  Was Paul Smith’s schtick finally starting to wear as thin as we presume his hair is underneath those hats of his?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably have lived without the tired cartography/sex metaphor in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let’s Get Clinical&lt;/span&gt;, but  the rest of it is pretty good, from the siren that underpins opening track &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wraithlike&lt;/span&gt;, through the curiously chorus-less &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kids Are Sick Again&lt;/span&gt; and on through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Cloud of Mystery&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roller Disco Dreams&lt;/span&gt;…. All the way through to the end of the album.  Maybe it is more of the same, but Maximo Park’s quirky charms haven’t worn too thin yet and it’s been on my car stereo unchanged for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key Track: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbER7duyaKw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Cloud of Mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-4670974222856976107?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/4670974222856976107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=4670974222856976107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/4670974222856976107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/4670974222856976107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-want-to-get-out-of-bed-this.html' title='i didn&apos;t want to get out of bed this morning'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx_cI-KfsII/AAAAAAAABRs/c-WIsLFlUbo/s72-c/Looking+Through+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-1892006233502179271</id><published>2009-12-10T06:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:23:45.062Z</updated><title type='text'>is it dead at the end of the road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Them-Crooked-Vultures/dp/B002STNKY4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260297178&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Them Crooked Vultures - The Crooked Vultures&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx6c7_D0swI/AAAAAAAABRM/s05JxfHYAwY/s1600-h/Them+Crooked+Vultures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx6c7_D0swI/AAAAAAAABRM/s05JxfHYAwY/s200/Them+Crooked+Vultures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936356499600130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Super Groups” aren’t supposed to be like this: they’re supposed to be exercises in vanity and self-absorption where nobody dares to tell the star performers that their songs are overlong and under-interesting; that the album might have been fun to make, but it’s certainly no fun to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Grohl, Josh Homme and John Paul Jones appear to have broken the mould here with an album that’s a riot from start to finish.  Yeah, so it’s not art, some of the songs are a little long, and perhaps there are times when someone might have had a word with the drummer about his solos…. But if you want a proper, honest-to-goodness, pedal-to-the-metal rock album, then there hasn’t been a better one than this all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oG2Pizk4ZdU"&gt;Dead End Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Black-Swan-Athlete/dp/B002GKC6TU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260297157&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Athlete - Black Swan&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx6c7zchUgI/AAAAAAAABRU/o3Qbd7TRMCU/s1600-h/Black+Swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx6c7zchUgI/AAAAAAAABRU/o3Qbd7TRMCU/s200/Black+Swan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936353381962242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2005’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tourist&lt;/span&gt; remains one of my favourite albums of recent years and despite the commercial failure of 2007’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond the Neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt; (not their best, but by no means as bad as it was made out to be) I had high hopes that Athlete would return with another great record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m delighted to report that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Swan&lt;/span&gt; is just that record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eschewing the electronica apparent on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond The Neighbourhood&lt;/span&gt; and returning to the simple, gentle guitar pop that served them so well on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vehicles and Animals&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tourist&lt;/span&gt;, Athlete’s comeback album is simply brilliant.  From the great uptempo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superhuman Touch&lt;/span&gt; to the really beautiful title track it is another superb Athlete record from start to finish.  If you ever liked any of their previous work I can pretty much guarantee that you will like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Swan&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WCFTKI5lu4"&gt;Black Swan Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Its-Blitz-Yeah-Yeahs/dp/B001VFY7OS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260297197&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs - It's Blitz&lt;/a&gt; (bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx6c8Ub_BRI/AAAAAAAABRc/A-zcGsiKtx8/s1600-h/It%27s+Blitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx6c8Ub_BRI/AAAAAAAABRc/A-zcGsiKtx8/s200/It%27s+Blitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412936362238084370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen O and the gang returned with an album that, in their words, "changes the sound around a little." Personally, I think they've under-sold themselves with that statement. Gone are the crashing, sometimes untidy drums. The guitars have been either replaced by keyboards or mixed right down in the tracks and Karen O's vocals are sounding cooler than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tight mix of very tidy tracks, with production, mixing and delivery giving more than it's fair share of nods towards electronica, programming beats and fashionable eighties beats. For those familiar with older Yeah Yeah Yeah songs, it's winning formula is that they've retained their indie status....their almost underground sound, as it were....and yet produced a great set of songs that sound like they've been written and played after spending the previous six months listening to Japan, Talking Heads, Blondie, Depeche Mode and anything produced by Brian Eno, Giorgio Moroder or Fluke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's filled with hooks, ranging from the pulsing keys bassline in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zero&lt;/span&gt; ....to the almost anthemic bagpipes sound towards the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skeletons&lt;/span&gt;...to the haunting tinkly keys in "Runaway"....to the dirty, dirty guitar chords in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shame and Fortune&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing out for me, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Runaway&lt;/span&gt;. A simple story about love, loss, choices and reflection. The haunting piano melody is just lush, Karen's voice adding depth to the first half, until strings signal the song is really gonna fill out. And fill out, it does. Wonderful orchestrations drive the last half of the song, washing in and out, before strings take the basics of the song and wring its neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they've probably already peaked with their musical status. Which is a great shame. Like many other bands, they seem to have hit a point in their careers where they might still be around in six or seven years, but they'll never be any bigger. Whilst this latest album is certainly head and shoulders above much of the tripe that's been thrown at listeners this year, I don't think they will ever get much more recognition than they already have. Much like The Gossip, to a certain degree. And shameful as that may be, it's sadly far too common to see bands unable to climb the last part of that 'We can fill stadiums without even trying' wall. But I'd like to think, and hope that if they can continue to raise the bar with future releases, who knows....? They may even break the mould.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a brilliant album. Very easy to listen to all the way through and think "Yeah, that's a really good album."  Thoroughly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen To: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QqArc12juQ"&gt;Runaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-1892006233502179271?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/1892006233502179271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=1892006233502179271&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/1892006233502179271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/1892006233502179271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-dead-at-end-of-road.html' title='is it dead at the end of the road?'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/Sx6c7_D0swI/AAAAAAAABRM/s05JxfHYAwY/s72-c/Them+Crooked+Vultures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-1113980414716568677</id><published>2009-12-09T09:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:35:00.303Z</updated><title type='text'>winter seemed to linger but now the swallows have arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 10 Albums of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Kingdom-Rust-Doves/dp/B001QFNSCK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260135380&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Doves - Kingdom of Rust&lt;/a&gt; (Bedshaped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SxwlRGPOLwI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4ZKkl375KiQ/s1600-h/Kingdom+of+Rust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SxwlRGPOLwI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4ZKkl375KiQ/s200/Kingdom+of+Rust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412241827854954242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't like this album when I first heard it. Now that I've given it a plentiful helping of attention, I've completely changed my mind. I really like it. There's a lot of emotion in his lyrics this time around. Gone are the generic pictures of boy meets girl, or boy loses girl, Manchester life, these things replaced by more personal stories of a parental loss, illness, pain, fear, addiction and day to day life.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen them play quite a few times now, and admittedly, they get better with each gig, but I can't help but feel like the 'album' side of things for them doesn't feature too highly in the 'we are a band and we play music' scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would expect with Doves, the plunging basslines are still there, the pounding drums continue and Jimmy's somber voice meanders through tales of loss and woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a complete listening, it really is a stunningly beautiful album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Doves producing an out of the box sound for them. I guess, there's nothing too different here. Lots of pounding percussion, glorious basslines that talk extra long walks, and jangly guitar sounds that add hook after hook to the mix. Coupled with occasional tip of the hat to old, familiar ground (thanks Blondie, The Jam) and Jimmy's often sultry voice, Doves have once again delivered a fine and thoroughly listenable album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birds Flew Backwards&lt;/span&gt; is the outstanding track on the album for me. The gentle pace, his voice and those wonderful strings towards the end. It's a bittersweet story, delivered with compassion, empathy and sorrow. The first few times I listened to the album, I struggled. But above the initial thoughts of feeling let down by them, "Birds...." stood out. I love the whole atmosphere, hauntingly beautiful production and feel of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birds Fly Backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Years-Refusal-Morrissey/dp/B001NPUGX2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260135443&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Morrissey - Years Of Refusal&lt;/a&gt; (Swisslet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SxwlRonsi1I/AAAAAAAABRE/ZJdAxE9bZto/s1600-h/Years+of+Refusal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SxwlRonsi1I/AAAAAAAABRE/ZJdAxE9bZto/s200/Years+of+Refusal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412241837084412754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The critical and commercial success of 2004s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Are The Quarry&lt;/span&gt; saw Morrissey finally emerge from his self-imposed exile in Los Angeles and return centre-stage for the first time in years.  The success of that album gave his career momentum for the perhaps first time since the breakup of the The Smiths and the release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viva Hate&lt;/span&gt; in 1988.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quarry&lt;/span&gt;’s follow-up, the Tony Visconti produced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ringleader of the Tormentors&lt;/span&gt;, sounded great, with Morrissey’s voice in particular sounding better than ever before, but it left me cold.  I’ve followed Morrissey’s career for long-enough not to be surprised by this…hell, I even bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maladjusted&lt;/span&gt;…. But for every stinker he delivers, I still can’t help but hope that the next album will be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Years of Refusal&lt;/span&gt;, Morrissey delivered something of a curate’s egg. His voice again sounds fantastic throughout, but the themes are often too familiar: grudges are held, scores are settled and Morrissey continues to ponder in song how unappreciated and unloved he is.  Still, when he gets it right, Morrissey is still capable of reaching heights that few others can touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a great album, but in a year when I haven’t yet got round to buying the albums by Muse, Florence and the Machine, Jamie T and others, this almost makes the list by default…. Mumford &amp;amp; Sons and Noah and the Whale in particular can probably consider themselves unfortunate that I haven’t had longer to give their albums a chance…. Ah well, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7wIbO-eD-hs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m Throwing My Arms Around Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sigh-No-More-Mumford-Sons/dp/B002PHYNRM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1260135556&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Mumford and Sons - Sigh No More&lt;/a&gt; (LB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SxwlRYEOjVI/AAAAAAAABQ8/OGph2pl4ap8/s1600-h/Sigh+No+More.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SxwlRYEOjVI/AAAAAAAABQ8/OGph2pl4ap8/s200/Sigh+No+More.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412241832640679250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I’ve had to leave great records by the likes of La Roux, the Red Light Company, Chantal Kreviazuk, Starsailor, Bruce Springsteen, the Pet Shop Boys and Kelly Clarkson out of the list, 2009 has been another great year for albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this odd little record on the strength of hearing debut chart hit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Lion Man&lt;/span&gt;, and it was one of those occasions where a speculative punt paid off.  It's difficult to classify Mumford and Sons (a name that makes them sound like a removal company) - it has a folky feel without being folk music but isn't anything like the sort of traditional guitar indie you hear on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have heard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter Winds&lt;/span&gt; on your radio of late - it has a Christmas feel to it - and those two songs are, I suppose, a good taster for the rest of an interesting, promising debut album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLJf9qJHR3E"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Lion Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-1113980414716568677?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/1113980414716568677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=1113980414716568677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/1113980414716568677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/1113980414716568677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-seemed-to-linger-but-now.html' title='winter seemed to linger but now the swallows have arrived'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SxwlRGPOLwI/AAAAAAAABQ0/4ZKkl375KiQ/s72-c/Kingdom+of+Rust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-5654353400448058756</id><published>2009-05-22T23:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:12:46.756Z</updated><title type='text'>back in fifteen minutes</title><content type='html'>Three great new records that you should hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yeah-Yous &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wupJ7MmIr9k"&gt;Fifteen Minutes&lt;/a&gt; is nice, breezy fluff of the highest quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLtcxrdVFkg"&gt;Show Me What I'm Looking For&lt;/a&gt; by Carolina Liar is a great bit of American pop-rock in a Fray-esque style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1sDeFnljmNo"&gt;Finders Keepers&lt;/a&gt; is the new single from You Me At Six.  Again, great, catchy tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger on the pulse, kids.  Stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-5654353400448058756?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/5654353400448058756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=5654353400448058756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/5654353400448058756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/5654353400448058756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-fifteen-minutes.html' title='back in fifteen minutes'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-6738720992789981900</id><published>2009-05-18T15:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:45:21.579Z</updated><title type='text'>if you give me something then i'll believe it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/ShF-lOBjP5I/AAAAAAAABP0/SwyglE7FXdk/s1600-h/battling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337186211295608722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/ShF-lOBjP5I/AAAAAAAABP0/SwyglE7FXdk/s320/battling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of years ago I &lt;a href="http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-just-stand-there-open-your-eyes.html"&gt;reviewed&lt;/a&gt; the promising debut album from Ben's Brother, a new British band destined for great things.  Despite an Ivor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Novello&lt;/span&gt; nomination (their track &lt;em&gt;Let Me Out&lt;/em&gt; was beaten by Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;) and a top Forty hit they haven't really broken through into the pop mainstream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 nearly saw that, though, as brilliant single &lt;em&gt;Stuttering&lt;/em&gt; secured much Radio 2 airplay but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;agonisingly&lt;/span&gt; peaked one place outside the UK top Forty.  Dropped by their record label, the future of the band (I say band, it is basically Jamie Hartman and various assorted musicians) looked bleak until Hartman signed a deal with Island records for the release of second album &lt;em&gt;Battling Giants&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Battling Giants&lt;/em&gt; took the same path for me as their debut &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beta&lt;/span&gt; Male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fairytales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  On first listen, I liked it.  On second listen, I liked it more.  From then on (and it has not been off my earphones for a week now) I like it more every time I hear it.  It is an utterly brilliant album even in comparison with &lt;em&gt;...Fairytales&lt;/em&gt; and somehow Hartman has managed to take his superb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;songwriting&lt;/span&gt; into another dimension.  The songs are punchier, fuller - somehow more rounded and, in places simply noisier as his trademark voice soars over piano and guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From opening track (and single) &lt;em&gt;Apologise&lt;/em&gt;, you are aware that you're listening to something polished and classy.  It is difficult to pick out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;specific&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;highlights&lt;/span&gt;, but the duets with Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt; Stone (the latter is the stunningly beautiful &lt;em&gt;Stalemate&lt;/em&gt; which would surely be a huge worldwide hit with, say, Leona Lewis on board) are a good place to start.  Upbeat, catchy tunes &lt;em&gt;If I Let The Ladder Down&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Therapy&lt;/em&gt; are also terrific and the album highlight is the soaring &lt;em&gt;What If?&lt;/em&gt; which wouldn't sound amiss on something by the likes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; or U2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the pleasure if meeting Hartman at his gig in Nottingham last week and he is clearly delighted with this record.  If anything, the live performance improved the material (if that were possible) and so after a combination of a chat with a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; man, repeated exposure to the album and a fantastic live performance Ben's Brother are now officially my favourite band that nobody has heard of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-6738720992789981900?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/6738720992789981900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=6738720992789981900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/6738720992789981900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/6738720992789981900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-give-me-something-then-ill.html' title='if you give me something then i&apos;ll believe it'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/ShF-lOBjP5I/AAAAAAAABP0/SwyglE7FXdk/s72-c/battling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-7793923028448463980</id><published>2009-03-25T14:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:52:42.013Z</updated><title type='text'>too much of everything is never enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/ScpBqJvdtRI/AAAAAAAABNU/NQuqSpp1fqo/s1600-h/yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317134502489601298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/ScpBqJvdtRI/AAAAAAAABNU/NQuqSpp1fqo/s320/yes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd started a review of the Pet Shop Boys new album, &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, yesterday in which I had written that it seemed like the duo were making an homage to the Pet Shop Boys back catalogue.  Various songs from &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt; sound like the pair at various stages during their career - &lt;em&gt;Vulnerable&lt;/em&gt; sounds like it has been lifted from &lt;em&gt;Actually&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Pandemonium&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;Very&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;King of Rome&lt;/em&gt; sounds like the introduction to &lt;em&gt;Behaviour&lt;/em&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Being Boring&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, I said, it had just made me want to listen to their last album (2006's &lt;em&gt;Fundamental)&lt;/em&gt; which provided that the Pet Shop Boys could still make superb, progressive, celever pop of the highest order.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two listens later, and I have changed my opinion a bit.  I don't think &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt; moves the Pet Shop Boys forward in any way and it isn't as clever, nuanced or textured as &lt;em&gt;Fundamental&lt;/em&gt; but what it does continue to prove is that there are very few acts in the UK today who can produce such polished, consistent pop music of this sort of quality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt; is the Pet Shop Boys at their most simplistic - electronic pop music with clever lyrics, catchy melodies and Tennant's trademark voice. It's poppier than recent efforts - the production input of long-time Girls Aloud collaborators Xenomania sees to that - but after several listens what initially seems like average pop fodder becomes likeable, deep pop music at its finest.  From the football-crowd chorus of top twenty single &lt;em&gt;Love Etc &lt;/em&gt;to the slow-paced snapshot of 21st century living &lt;em&gt;Legacy&lt;/em&gt; the record ebbs and flows in a way only a Pet Shop Boys album can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not their best work and neither will it convert any new fans, but even in 2009 an average Pet Shop Boys record stands head and shoulders above the morass of hopeless pop on show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-7793923028448463980?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/7793923028448463980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=7793923028448463980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/7793923028448463980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/7793923028448463980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-of-everything-is-never-enough.html' title='too much of everything is never enough'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/ScpBqJvdtRI/AAAAAAAABNU/NQuqSpp1fqo/s72-c/yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-3168235480733707027</id><published>2009-03-09T16:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:15:33.188Z</updated><title type='text'>blame the broken social scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SbU992_DPuI/AAAAAAAABMU/sH6FAObfKxU/s1600-h/fine+fascination.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311219468494651106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SbU992_DPuI/AAAAAAAABMU/sH6FAObfKxU/s320/fine+fascination.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buying an album on the strength of hearing one song in the background on the radio is always a bit of a gamble, but with &lt;em&gt;Fine Fascination&lt;/em&gt;, the debut from London five-piece The Red Light Company it certainly paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the introduction to the opening track &lt;em&gt;Words of Spectacular&lt;/em&gt; this record grabs your attention and doesn't let go. It is one of those albums that manages to be both instantly likeable and that improves with several listens and I am really pleased with it. There are a couple of tracks here which I was vaguely aware of already - the sort of thing that must have been used on the BBC or that I have heard in a shop or similar without actually knowing what it was. This is particularly true of 2008 single &lt;em&gt;Scheme Eugene&lt;/em&gt; and new release &lt;em&gt;Arts and Crafts&lt;/em&gt; has also had some Radio 1 airplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst their sound is familiar it's difficult to pigeonhole the Red Light Company. Vocalist Richard Frenneaux sounds reminiscent of Turin Brakes frontman Olly Knights but with influences including Radiohead and Elbow it's where the similarity ends. Their music is punchy, catchy and interesting but also richer than the normal guitar based indie fare we hear so much of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like it, actually. I worry that they'll go the same way as other brilliant, one album wonders (Haven, Royworld, Morning Runner to name but three) and I am regretful I'll miss their Nottingham live show, but it's certainly well worth a punt at the princely sum of £6. A very promising debut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-3168235480733707027?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/3168235480733707027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=3168235480733707027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/3168235480733707027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/3168235480733707027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/03/blame-broken-social-scene.html' title='blame the broken social scene'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SbU992_DPuI/AAAAAAAABMU/sH6FAObfKxU/s72-c/fine+fascination.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36139397.post-2526954935087450665</id><published>2009-02-11T16:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:39:55.784Z</updated><title type='text'>a weapon of massive consumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SZL8BEGsQ3I/AAAAAAAABLc/Y0Q3AOnGA28/s1600-h/lily+allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301576806580372338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SZL8BEGsQ3I/AAAAAAAABLc/Y0Q3AOnGA28/s320/lily+allen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a grown man, father of one and in his mid-Thirties. I am not entirely sure therefore that I am the target demographic for Lily Allen and despite not being all that enamoured with her debut album &lt;em&gt;Alright, Still&lt;/em&gt; I was convinced to buy &lt;em&gt;It's Not Me, It's You&lt;/em&gt; by the sheer brilliance of the lead single and number One hit &lt;em&gt;The Fear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd had Allen pretty much pegged as a fashion fad and a one-album wonder.  I wasn't sure her cheeky chirpy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cockneyness&lt;/span&gt; would survive more than the one summer and I figured her perky brand of modern pop wouldn't stand the test of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How wrong I was.  Despite not being a fan I loved &lt;em&gt;The Fear&lt;/em&gt; from the first time I heard it.  The album is, I am delighted to say, much more &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; the same.  Allen seems to have toned down her affected accent a little bit and the vast majority of the material on &lt;em&gt;It's Not Me, It's You&lt;/em&gt; is catchy, brutally honest and surprisingly downbeat (even the uptempo tracks are biting and melancholy).  I'd also hate to be the person on the receiving end of some of her acerbic lyrics....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the superb opening track &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; At It&lt;/em&gt; this record grips and hooks you.  Its musical styles chop and change from traditional pop through a strange country and western number to so-called "nu-rave". and lyrically it is simultaneously socially astute and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heartbreakingly&lt;/span&gt; personal.  Allen has admitted to unconsciously borrowing the chorus of Take That's &lt;em&gt;Shine&lt;/em&gt; for the song Who'd Have Known and the bubblegum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poppiness&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;em&gt; F**k You&lt;/em&gt; hides a darker lyrical message.  I particularly like Allen in reflective mood as her voice suits the slower, more fragile tracks like &lt;em&gt;I Could Say&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Chinese&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I would never say this but Allen has come up with really brilliant album here, setting the benchmark for clever, well-crafted and mature 21st century pop that others will do well to meet.  Highly recommended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36139397-2526954935087450665?l=theauditorium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/feeds/2526954935087450665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36139397&amp;postID=2526954935087450665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/2526954935087450665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36139397/posts/default/2526954935087450665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theauditorium.blogspot.com/2009/02/weapon-of-massive-consumption.html' title='a weapon of massive consumption'/><author><name>LB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06234702470107953581</uri><email>lord@bargain.demon.co.uk</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03891988337162201707'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2YbclfBQaGk/SZL8BEGsQ3I/AAAAAAAABLc/Y0Q3AOnGA28/s72-c/lily+allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>