http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXi4NTFybyQ
Pro's but no poetry, Listening to this robot-like plodding is like banging your head on a wall. It just hurts like fuck and it gets you nowhere.....You can just imagine the perpetrator with images of blues scales and finger twiddling and wondering to himself when the fuck this is going to end. A colt .45 to the head should do it.....
Thursday, 21 April 2011
This is great!!! Guillemots - Walk The River
The New Guillemot's release is sooo good! Buy it or listen on Spotify....
13 Songs, and all over 5 minutes... "Sometimes I remember wrong" is 9 minutes of blisss. It's like a Eurovision song contest version of "Stairway to Heaven", without the fiddly bits....
Fuck I love this song.....
Wednesday, 20 April 2011
The Blues
I hate the blues. Said it and I don't think there's anything that will change my mind.
But I should qualify my initial statement. I don't mind the odd dabble in Spotify listening to the old blues, Mr Johnstone who sold his soul to the devil, Lightning Hopkins, or the drone-slide blues that I hear a few weeks ago at a festival here in Sandviken. Acoustic guitar, bottle neck and all the songs in the same key. It was rather mesmerising.
The Blues I hate is the "rehearsal room blues" that every one seems to like. A bit like that warm jersey and slippers and comfy pants in autumn. The same solos, the same songs the absolute lack of progression. Rank amateurs of yesteryear now have disposable incomes and are able to buy those Vox and Fender amps or more likely newer amps with built in modelling software that models the old amps. Not to forget the 3 Fenders, (pre-Japan) a crate of foot pedals, and they still play the same crap, just as badly as before, but more expensively.
The audience is no better. As soon as the plodding chugging beat starts they start tapping their feet and nodding their heads in a dreamlike swoon as though they were seeing God for the first time. It's rubbish man. For heavens sake. But there's no accounting for taste.
But I should qualify my initial statement. I don't mind the odd dabble in Spotify listening to the old blues, Mr Johnstone who sold his soul to the devil, Lightning Hopkins, or the drone-slide blues that I hear a few weeks ago at a festival here in Sandviken. Acoustic guitar, bottle neck and all the songs in the same key. It was rather mesmerising.
The Blues I hate is the "rehearsal room blues" that every one seems to like. A bit like that warm jersey and slippers and comfy pants in autumn. The same solos, the same songs the absolute lack of progression. Rank amateurs of yesteryear now have disposable incomes and are able to buy those Vox and Fender amps or more likely newer amps with built in modelling software that models the old amps. Not to forget the 3 Fenders, (pre-Japan) a crate of foot pedals, and they still play the same crap, just as badly as before, but more expensively.
The audience is no better. As soon as the plodding chugging beat starts they start tapping their feet and nodding their heads in a dreamlike swoon as though they were seeing God for the first time. It's rubbish man. For heavens sake. But there's no accounting for taste.
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