Archive for July, 2010

Florence – what the hell is going on?

July 19, 2010

I really can’t abide Florence and The Machine.  I first came across her supporting MGMT at The Astoria in 2008.  I thought she was terrible, and recall my friend, James, heckling in a manner that got him into trouble with his wife.  She seemed superbly untalented to me – yowling and posturing in an unconvincing fashion.  Since then she’s become huge – I can hardly turn the tele on without seeing her hard, soulless face looming up at me.  I’ve watched in disbelief as she attempts to force her shrill, strident voice into inspired, vocal trillings whilst striding about and flailing her arms – the disbelief comes from the fact that there is often an audience WHO ARE LAPPING IT UP!   If you listen to X-fm (although why would you? much better off with NME radio or 6Music), you’d be convinced that she is the very pinnacle of indie musical talent – that is, before you’d actually heard them play any of her records.  Then you’d just be bemused.  I think one of the reasons she annoys me so much is that she’s the kind of indie musician (and I use that term loosely) that has somewhat diminished festivals like Glastonbury (much more so than the odd appearance by a hip-hop artist).    The kind of music that accompanies endless articles in magazines on ‘festival chic’.

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Hello, is anyone still out there? Alcest gig review

July 19, 2010

I’ve been away for quite a while, mainly due to having a baby.  As the cliche goes, it doesn’t leave much time for anything else.  I am now thoroughly out of the loop as far as current music is concerned.  I have managed to listen a couple of times to The Field’s second album (sounds marvellous but need to get more familiar with it), but otherwise have a small pile of CD’s that have been purchased then remained untouched.  I don’t think ‘Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes’ is worthy of its own blog entry, to be frank.   And is Incy Wincy Spider meant to be a comment on the ultimate futility of existence?  

I have been to a gig fairly recently (woah, steady there!).  I went to see Alcest at The Purple Turtle in Camden.  Small venue, full of the sorts of goths and metal heads much beloved in the 1980’s.  I like to see people who wear what they like and listen to what they like despite it being resolutely unfashionable.  And I’ve always had a soft spot for a man in a long black coat.  Anyway, Alcest were splendid.  I was a bit worried about it beforehand, because there is a lot of melody and ethereal singing that has to be heard over death metal drumming and guitars.  No need to fear, Mr Alcest and his band were up to the job.  True, the second album is not quite as good as the first (there is a bit more actual screaming for starters), but it is pretty good with some outstanding tracks.  And my boyfriend purchased a very attractive t-shirt.  I enjoyed the evening – well worth the hassle of arranging for my mum to come and babysit.