Wednesday, 14 April 2010

The Mixtape: Supergrass


Monday was a horrible day for music. And I'm not talking some Geldof-related nuisance or the general back-to-work, I-want-to-die vibe, I'm talking about that Monday gone specifically, as it was on Monday I received the news that Supergrass, currently in my top five favourite bands ever fo' shizz, broke up.

This was especially annoying because only the previous day I had been listening to Road to Rouen and thought that, while they'd never be as big as they were in the mid 90s again, their consistently great albums showed they never really ran out of ideas, and would probably keep making great albums for the next 40 years.

Well, fuck you too, Monday.

As I previously said, I intend to do more list-based blogs on here just for shits and giggles, and had actually planned to do a top 10 of Supergrass songs. Needless to say, their demise confirmed it as the first list. Though, this is not a Top 10, as such, from 10 to 1 or vice versa - I've ordered these as I would choose to listen to them from start to finish.

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Moving
(Supergrass)
A mainstay of the Supergrass style is the balance between lighter, trippy psychedelia and the balls-out, often Stones-y rock, and darnitall if Moving doesn't nail it. The verses lull you into a trance, before the chorus kicks in, and if it doesn't urge you into some spontaneous dancing then you've probably just been paralyzed from a stroke. Or something. Had never liked the song much at first but over time it's really grown on me, and it's the perfect slow, buildy-up opener to an album.* See also: In It For The Money, and Muse's Take a Bow.

* as opposed to one that just launches into the rocky shit straight away. For example, if Richard III had opened In It For The Money. See also: Elvis Costello's No Action.

Diamond Hoo Ha Man
(Diamond Hoo Ha)
This is one of the songs Gaz and Danny did while Mick was recovering from his broken back, but I can't see how it could be performed by a two-piece without losing a great deal of its awesome. My first impression of the song, with its octaver-ed riff and thump-drum intro, was that the two-piece version of the 'Grass had turned them into the White Stripes, but as it progresses the song grows beyond simply the riff. The jump mid-verse ("All I got...") to the different rhythm in the guitars and bass is just fucking genius, and such a killer hook. I can say without a doubt that it was this song that properly got me into Supergrass: I knew Alright (everyone knows Alright, fuck sake) but not much else, then I saw the band on Jools Holland after DHH came out, and this song (as well as the also-pretty-sweet Rebel in You) blew me away.


Can't Get Up
(Life on Other Planets)
This was the second 'Grass album I felt I could listen to the whole way through, no problem, after In It For the Money, after I'd just got into them. Since then I've grown away from it a bit but it's still got some cracking songs, this one being the best by far. You could say it follows on from Pumping On Your Stereo as "one of them songs where they're actually singing something a bit dodgy, but call it something else to hide it". First there was humping, now a sly "it". Just a great tune, great harmonies, the works.


Tales of Endurance (Parts 4, 5, & 6)
(Road to Rouen)
Now, Rouen is a strange one for me. Even when I'd gotten into the band a good deal, I put off listening to the album, because for some reason I'd had the idea that the album's reputation was that it was their only real bum note, that they'd tried to be all serious and it was shit. It's absolutely not shit, and may in fact be their best album. It's certainly the album with the most texture and depth, and just by listening you know there's an extra layer of quality on all the songs. This one is the opener (I have no idea whether there is a Part 1, 2 & 3, or if it's a Star Wars reference or something) and like Moving it's a wonderful opener of the slow, build-up variety, from the instrumental acoustic into a trippy haze and then BAM! Into... wait, that's fucking Trampled Underfoot, the plagiarising scamps. Although kudos to them, if anyone noticed this while listening to the album, they'd have forgotten about it as soon as they get to Kick In The Teeth. when they realise the 'Grass have basically just lifted Come On Now by the Kinks and slowed it down.


Eon
(Supergrass)
This is a strange one. By all means, it seems like a filler track - a long buildup, a few short lines of verse that try not to sound too late 60's Beach Boys, and then back into the buildup. The song kinda passes you by before you've realised it's over. But I love it. I don't know what it is about the verse, but it's just the perfect melody, the perfect chords, strangely optimistic while seeming unbearably sad at the same time. If this song had a music video, I'd imagine it having a man standing on a tall building, laughing at the life that's led and then ending it. Or flying off. If there's a decent video budget he can fly.


G-Song
(In It For The Money)
It was a tough job picking songs from this album, it is still probably my favourite Supergrass album, but it works as a collection of fantastically catchy numbers, and to pick one out is a bit odd. Naturally I'd go with a single (see a bit below) but G-Song is, after careful consideration, probably the best all-round song on the album. The instrumentation on the downbeat chorus bit is just trippy to the max, and the steady rhythm of the verse is the perfect complement.


Shotover Hill
(Supergrass)
Third song from the self-titled album on this list... where IIFTM is a great album to listen to all the way through, I'd say that Supergrass has the best individual songs on it, but has a couple of songs that let it down (who wants to listen to a downbeat song after Pumping on Your Stereo, seriously?). I, personally, think the band are at their best doing the slower, psychedelia-tinged numbers like this, a song that just sounds so wonderful - never mind that it's a cracking song, great harmonies and such like. The best harmonies on the album, however, are at the end of What Went Wrong in Your Head, a song with a fantastic verse melody but it really doesn't go anywhere, and then at the end the instruments drop out and leave some sensational harmonies, the last note, where (I assume) Gaz slides up to the high note, is one of the greatest things ever.


Strange Ones
(I Should Coco)
I am not a fan of the first album. It's rather juvenile in places, and while it has a great energy on many songs, lacks the sophistication of even the next album. To be honest I could've chosen Mansize Rooster for this one, or Caught By The Fuzz, or Lenny (but NOT Alright, that's the generic choice), they're all good songs, but i really love the rhythm changes on this one, and I guess the quiet/loud dynamics are a good indicator this was a band who had a bit more to offer than "kids with beard playing loud punky rock".


Richard III
(In It For the Money)
Already said what I needed to say about the album in general. While G-Song is a great, well rounded song, this is definitely one of Supergrass's belting rockers. After the bizarre (but awesome) psychedelic fuzz of the title track, this song is just such a bullet.


Roxy
(Road to Rouen)
It was this song that absolutely made me want to do this list. Earlier, this song made my cry. It is quite simply the perfect closing song, for anything....

"Hello my honey,
My beautiful friend,
It's hard to imagine
It's come to an end"

... and is, in my opinion, their best song. Gaz's vocals on the quiet bits are just terrific, it's got such a great melody, and the string-and-organ buildup, and then bash, into the instrumental second half is just spectacular. So long Supergrass, and thanks for all the fish.

The Supergrass Mixtape on Spotify

Ciao for now.

Sunday, 28 March 2010

My name's Martin, and I'm a shameless plunderer.

First post of the year, yay. First post in a looong time.

Since I never really have anything major to say and my last few posts have basically been late night ramblings, I've decided I'm going to revamp the blog. I'm a big fan of Cracked and 11 Points, two sites that do brilliant lists and I'm always thinking "there's a lot of things I'd like to do a list about", so that's what I'm going to do with this blog. Of course, you can still expect the odd drunken diatribe, but at least with the listage I might have something to talk about more often.

Sunday, 6 December 2009

Flashback Humour

I love Fight Club. Everything about it is so God-damned awesome. Even the little things, like recognising the douchebag resident Dr Steadman from Scrubs as the priest converted to Fight Club, to Brad Pitt's "we all dream of being millionaires, movie gods, and" (glance at Jared Leto) "rock stars..." bit, jump out at you, like Fincher set out to make every single aspect of this movie just reek of brilliance, in-jokes and references. Even the massive cock flash before the credits makes sense. Best one has to be the sly breaking of the fourth wall near the end - and I'll admit this passed me by on first viewing, which made me love it all the more when I realised just what the fuck he was on about. At the start, Pitt's got his gun in Norton's mouth (thankfully not a euphamism):

Pitt: "Do you have anything to say?"
Norton: "Mmph mrph.... I can't think of anything."

Cue the narrator's retelling of events leading up to that moment, and after these two hours of largely misunderstood comic satire, we're back at the start point.

Pitt: "Do you have anything to say?"
Norton: "Mmph mrph.... I still can't think of anything."
Pitt: "Hah, flashback humour."

Awesomesauce. Now I need my bed. I'm rambling again.

Ciao for now.

Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Blur Binge

"Holy shi'ite", as the once funny Jack Black said in High Fidelity. He was referring, of course, to Belle & Sebastian, and in a derogatory sense, whereas I found myself saying this today when I noticed that over the past two weeks, Blur has shot to become the top artist in my Last.FM list.

Hardly a monumental moment for history, or indeed myself, but it still took me aback that I'd usurped all my listens of Beach Boys, the Manics, Muse et al in the space of a couple of weeks. Then I checked my iTunes, which helpfully keeps a record of listens itself, where it told me I'd listened to No Distance Left to Run, To The End, B.L.U.R.E.M.I, The Universal and Tender (fucking 7 and a half minute long Tender, for fuck sake) at least double figures each. And that's not counting how much I've listened to them on Spotify.

While it's clear that Blur win in the Battle of Britpop (suck on that Jason) I ruffled a few feathers by suggesting they were the best band of the 90s, period. And I stick by it. Over Blur's 6 albums in the 90s, I believe there is more quality music than on the 2 Nirvana albums of the 90s, and the 2 good Radiohead albums.

As for songs, Tender still blows me away. Funny that there is always a song coming right at the end of each decade that can hold its own as a contender for best of that particular decade - Let It Be, London Calling, About a Girl, Tender, and for this year I'd say Cornerstone. And yes, before you ask, fuck the 50s.

Blur also have a good number of really silly songs that I just love - The voice at the beginning of Crazy Beat is nuts, BLUREMI is rockingly fun (yes, cunt, I just said rockingly), and I always sing the low OHs in Top Man.

Also, Blur gave me my signature line...

I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it. And on that note...

Ciao for now.

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

Wikiwonderful, Part II

If I thought the last one was good....

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Harkins

The last paragraph in the "Career in Scotland" section, namely. Classic. And now, singing....

Ohhhhh Gary Harkins, you were the love of my life,
Oh Gary Harkins, I let you shag my wife,
Oh Gary Harkins, now you've got syphillis too.......

:-)

Ciao for now.

Thursday, 22 October 2009

Wikiwonderful

Sometimes, during the boredom hours, you'll find yourself on Wikipedia, on a completely random page, and wonder "wait, how the fuck did I get to this page?" It was this thought that resided in my brain as I arrived at the page for John Cunliffe.

Don't know who he is? Well, his notable works include (and this is a fucking direct quote):

Postman Pat,
Rosie and Jim,
Being a bearded man.

[ the actual page ]

(EDIT: Didn't see this straight away, but he likes cress, too)

I truly love Wikipedia sometimes. Whether it's putting your mates into the "notable people" section for Paisley as the town's most notorious penguin botherer, or noticing that someone has stuck in "you do NOT talk about fight club" at random intervals on the aforementioned film's page (sadly this seems to have been removed now), it really is the best option for wasting a good minute or two.

And I can waste another minute by writing about it. Yay!

Ciao for now.

EDIT 2: had some awesomely childish fun with the page involving arrest for beastiality, let's see how long it takes them to notice.

EDIT 3: DAMN! Automated Wikibots are annoying, they reverted it. Well, let's see if his sudden distaste for cress-flavoured cress lasts.

EDIT 4: Fuck off. Why does "he likes cress" not consistute a vandalism but "he doesn't like cress" does? WHERE'S THE FUCKING CITATION FOR THAT ONE, YOU CUNTS?

EDIT 5: Wooo! My fight for justice was been successful, the cress has been removed, and so has... shit. They've removed the bearded man bit too. Fuck. Oh man, I feel guilty. I just got the only funny bit on that page removed. I am a douchebag.

Did I say I love Wikipedia? I fucking hate Wikipedia.

EDIT 42: A startling revelation! Wikipedia has restored the page to its cress-loving, notably-beardy version! Good god, they must love beards and cress at Wikipedia too.

Monday, 5 October 2009

*annoyed grunt*

Well, I do believe I have neglected this poor blog again.

So, I'm back at uni. Turns out I am having to do an extra subject because I flunked Computing last year, and so, for whatever God-forsaken reason (ha, ha), I chose Theology and Religious Studies. It sounded like a good idea at the time.

Continuing Film and Music, also doing a Creative Writing course, which is just a lovely, lovely course. One seminar a week (granted, 3 hours and on a Wednesday evening) and no exams, and guess what - it's not false advertising, the focus is very much on the writing, they've not roped you in, just to turn round with handfuls of Kafka for you to analyse. And it's 40 credits. I'm soooo glad they weren't taking the piss.

Film & TV was always good for quotables last year, but this year it's outdone itself. We watched The Magic Box, a film from the early 50s about William Friese-Greene, who apparently invented moving pictures, but that bastard Edison stole his thunder. It was all very funny where it didn't mean to be, from his recently beaten-up son saying "he was much bigger than me, I'd have beaten him if he wasn't" to the worst apology ever to his wife (basically, "I didn't just forget about the show, I forgot about you too, sorry" "oh Willy I love you"). Had us all shouting "ENCYCLOPEDIAAAA!" after it.

Anyway, once I have something more interesting to write about, I will.

But don't hold your breath.

Ciao for now.

Sunday, 23 August 2009

Inglourious Basterds

Awesome.

Awesome awesome awesome.

I should probably tell you why it's awesome. But I'm not going to. Just, it's awesome.

Like, totally awesome.

So awesome that you'll be bitterly disappointed it didn't actually happen in real life.

Buon giorno!

Awesome.