Sunday 22 November 2009

History of a Boring Town

If the last one was somewhat obvious, then this shouldn't be too much of a surprise either. The second in the tedious series of my ten favourite albums of the decade is...

Arcade Fire - Funeral

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"There's something wrong; in the heart of man."

Arcade Fire came out of nowhere. Funeral was released in the U.S. as 2004 was petering out and hit the UK in early 2005. They might not be the same band in 2009 (take Lenin from this year's Dark was the Night compilation for Red Hot) but their place in the musical landscape of this decade is assured.

The story behind Funeral is well-versed now. Named so because of the deaths of family members in the recording process, the record takes a long look at life, death and the altogether. How else do you end up with songs like Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)? A blissful look at relationships in towns: "And if my parents are crying, then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours." As Funeral moves up and down between emotional turbulence and excessive introspection, it climbs from wall to another, with sweet, pensive missives in Une Année Sans Lumière and Neighborhood #4 (7 Kettles) to the madness of Neighborhood #3 (Power Out). As the emotion starts to drag you down the pit, a burst of life breaks out from somewhere in this discord of instruments and sets you straight again.

The spiralling angst of Crown of Love and Wake Up remain the peak of the album and the band itself. A right kicking to death on several adverts hasn't diluted the potency of the latter, which remains the best song in an Arcade Fire live set. The chugging guitar motors through the song like a tug boat, people scream and wail for some unknown loss, summer disappears... A shout of discord; "I guess we'll just have to adjust!" Whereas Crown of Love wallows in guilt and self-pity before a controlled explosion of violin takes it off the meds, Wake Up bursts forth straight after, a release of pent up hurt and woe.

The Regine-led tracks seems to get a buffeting in some circles but they are a perfect back-end road block to separate Wake Up from Rebellion (Lies)'s rallying call, "sleepin' in is givin' in, so lift those heavy eyelids." Rebellion (Lies), as with Funeral on the whole, is so intense that it seems to pass in a flash, a spark. This is dispelled byIn The Backseat which moves from a tense build of strings and piano and becomes an absolute shitstorm of noise, akin to something from Björk's Post.

What should be a mess is a swirling love letter to the people and places that inspired it. Funeral sounds like nothing else and expels years of universal anguish in less than 45 minutes. There have been imitators since, but they'll never achieve that.

Wednesday 18 November 2009

I'm Affected

Thierry Henry is a cheat. I hope the Irish have the gall to say it. They may not for fear of being charged with bringing the game into disrepute. Cheating prospers. Cheating gets you what you want. How does this crap not bring football into disrepute, instead, then?

Bring on the technology. It would have taken about 30 seconds to a minute to see that not only did Henry handle the ball, but then tapped the ball with his palm to keep it in play. Pathetic. He then tells Richard Dunne at the final whistle that Ireland 'didn't deserve it.'

Shameless bastards.

Shay was super. Super Shay Given.

Thursday 12 November 2009

Brink of the Clouds

With the end of the decade approaching, its about time to evaluate what has made it exciting. Ten records for ten years, not that this means every year will be represented, necessarily. The term best has been precluded by favourite as that makes it a bit more subjective. Which is nice. So, onwards and upwards, in no particular order. To start us off, an under-appreciated gem...

Pearl Jam - Binaural

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Not a surprise. The second best rock album of the decade saw Eddie Vedder and the crew at the peak of their powers with an album that distils all of the band's influences to create something that wouldn't be out of place in the back catalogues of Pink Floyd or The Who. Sleight of Hand is a brooding, sonic masterpiece that ebbs and flows like cross-town traffic, culminating in a crescendo of Vedder's cracked vocal and wailing guitars; it sounds like it could knock down buildings. Breakerfall is over before its even begun, a smash'n'grab track, swirling by in a cluster of charged aggression and pinpoint noise.

"When we looked up the word 'binaural,' it meant to listen with both ears. So it seemed like a fitting title for the album" / Stone Gossard

Binaural sees Gossard produce some of his best work on a Pearl Jam album, in terms of feelings as well as riffs. Gossard creates polar opposites in Thin Air and Rival; as Thin Air explores the emotional release of being in love, Rival is Gossard reflecting, an attempt to understand the mindset of a killer and those they touch, on the barren aftermath of the Columbine massacre.

While the naysayers would point to tracks such as Gods' Dice or Evacuation as a sign of the album's inconsistency, it is worth understanding the fragility of the band in the face of uncertainty and change, something which is approached in both Light Years and Nothing as It Seems. While Gods' Dice is by no means Jeff Ament's key contribution to Pearl Jam's history (that would be Nothing As It Seems), the swirling mess it became is emblematic of a band cutting loose and playing their full hand.

"There is a lot of music out there that is very easy to digest but we never wanted to be part of it" / Eddie Vedder

This is not to say that the album didn't suffer a troubled genesis. Jack Irons' departure saw Pearl Jam recruit their fourth drummer in six albums, former Soundgarden drummer Matt Cameron, whilst lead guitarist Mike McCready went into rehab for an addiction to prescription drugs. To top it all off, Vedder had the music for the songs that would become Insignificance and Grievance, but no lyrics. Nothing was forthcoming. Vedder swore himself off the guitar, then he set eyes on a ukelele...

Soon Forget would be forgotten, sandwiched as it is between Sleight of Hand and the focussed, destructive distortion of Parting Ways, but for its innocent uke jangle, Soon Forget is betrayed by a darker set of lyrics as Vedder waves goodbye to a man of destitute greed. He holds wealth, but he is a man without purpose, truly insignificant.

At the prompting of producer Tchad Blake (Binaural was the first Pearl Jam album not produced by Brendan O'Brien), the album focusses wholeheartedly on moods and feelings, whether those are the highest highs (Thin Air) or the crushing lows (Light Years, Parting Ways). Indeed, the mood of fan favourite Sad (originally called Letter to the Dead) was deemed too "pop" by the band, according to Ament, and was cut, as was the Blake-endorsed Fatal. Although both of these tracks would get the eventual release they deserved on Lost Dogs, its difficult to see how the album could have been considered poorer for the inclusion of these songs. A straight swap with Gods' Dice and Evacuation would see little argument about which is Pearl Jam's best studio album - Binaural by a knockout.

Binaural's original tracklisting:

01 Breakerfall
02 Insignificance
03 Evacuation
04 Letter to the Dead (Later renamed Sad)
05 Rival *
06 Grievance
07 Light Years
08 Of the Girl *
09 Thin Air
10 Nothing as It Seems *
11 Fatal
12 Sleight of Hand *
13 Soon Forget *
14 In the Moonlight
15 Parting Ways
16 Education

* indicates use of binaural recording

The pressed album certainly flows better, but whether this is due to familiarity is not so clear. At sixteen tracks, however, a cull was inevitable, as 2002's Riot Act feels bloated at fifteen; as above, whether the right tracks remained in place is an issue of personal preference, but the album's quality remains undiminished. The Guardian's dismissal of the album's "duds" in its 2000 review could well include tracks like Grievance and Rival, but the anger and emotion that is prevalent in the tracks lifts them high above Gods' Dice or Evacuation; as Vedder wails on Grievance, "you don't give blood, then take it back again. We're all deserving something more".

"Because Mike wasn't all there, and there was a 'get-to-know-you' thing with Matt, everyone wasn't on the same page" / Stone Gossard

The evolution of Pearl Jam has continued because of their embrace of the past and a burning hope for a better future and this is apparent in the use of binaural recording techniques on some of the songs, one of the most successful of which is the Gossard-penned Of the Girl. A love story brimming with sweeping guitars that sound like trains edging away from a station platform, a juddering, bluesy mid-section sees the occasional jams of a Pearl Jam live show brought into the studio. Small tremblings of guitar not dissimilar to Jimi Hendrix echo all over the backdrop; like finding buried treasure. Of The Girl is full of mystery, even after the seven or so years that I've been listening to Binaural, I've never truly gotten to the bottom of the track, never completely discerned just what it is that creates such an air of abstract detachment that draws you in completely, not unlike the album itself.

"The reason that we went with Tchad Blake is because he provides an amazing atmosphere to songs.... So, I think we wanted the artwork to represent that" / Jeff Ament

The emptiness of giant spaces and the feeling of being a miniscule something within them prompted the use of photographs from NASA's Hubble Telescope for the album's cover, inserts and liner notes. Examining these with a soundtrack of Nothing As It Seems creates a dense, crushing feeling that Pearl Jam never captured before or since, encapsulated by Vedder's mutter, "a scratching voice all alone, its nothing like your baritone".

Ultimately, as highlighted by the selection below, Binaural is about a band examining a new direction, and although Pearl Jam didn't reinvent themselves to the extent that Radiohead did with Kid A, the progression from Yield, a balls-out rock'n'roll album, to an introspective work full of elongated tracks and spacial arrangements (the beautiful juxtaposition of April Cameron's viola and Justine Foy's cello against the guitars on Parting Ways) helped Pearl Jam to create their most atmospheric work.

A fractured, aching masterpiece.

The true meaning of Light Years

Tuesday 10 November 2009

The Twist

NUST have unveiled their plan to buy the club from the sociopath in charge.

Read an in-depth Q&A with George Caulkin of The Times here.

If you haven't seen Jonas Gutierrez's goal of truly ridiculous (by his nature) proportions, then do so now. Kudos to Danny Simpson too for a remarkable finish.

Wednesday 4 November 2009

Green Disease

So these contemptible mugs have made their big plan. sportsdirect.com@stjames'park. What?! Where does that make sense? Apparently it is the cheapest way to take cash out of NUFC (second email on the page) and the FCB's other company at a low tax rate.

I always dreamed of the day the club would be used as a tax haven. Jesus.

PROTEST PROTEST PROTEST. They might have ignored this so far but it'll be hard to ignore 10k plus outside the ground having a yell at these utter scabs.

STAND UP FOR ST JAMES'!

Tuesday 3 November 2009

Monday 2 November 2009

Run to the Facts

Dear Sheffield United,

What goes around, comes around.

Here's another cliché! If you can't take it, don't dish it out.

Dirtier than Leeds, who would have thought... Henderson hitting Coloccini, Morgan assaulting Carroll minute after minute, Nolan and Butt whistled all game, Smith talked to for attempting a slide tackle on a 'keeper who didn't have the ball under control and was fair game...

Shay Given in the Shite Sports studio. LEGEND.

Best,
Wonderful Restaurant.

Stadiums and Shrines II

Nexus (metro chaps) have stated they will not be renaming SJP metro station whatever the outcome of this fiasco:

"Dear Nick,

Our media department have made a statement regarding this matter which is:

NEXUS STATEMENT ON ST JAMES METRO STATION

Statement from Nexus about St James Metro station.

Nexus can today confirm we would not seek to change the name of St James Metro station in the centre of Newcastle, regardless of any plans by Newcastle United Football Club.

Regards,
Mark Chenylle-Proctor
Metro-Communications Assistant
Metro Control Centre, Station Road, South Gosforth, Newcastle Upon Tyne, NE3 1PZ
Tel. 0191 2033199/Fax 2033319
Mark.Chenylle-Proctor"


Adidas confirm that they're not interested in taking part in this twatfest either:

"Dear Sir

Thank you for your recent email regarding Newcastle United Football Club.

adidas can confirm that we have not been offered the naming rights to St James’ Park and, if offered, would not consider taking the naming rights.

adidas remains committed to our on-pitch partnership with the club.

Yours sincerely

Lauren Cruse
Customer Care Manager
For and on behalf of adidas (UK) Limited"


A shift in momentum. Keep on keepin' on.

Sunday 1 November 2009

No One Would Riot for Less

You may or may not know that the Fat Cockney Bastard, Mike Ashley, has put the rights to name St James Park up for grabs. A stadium that has grown to a monolith of the football world over the last century (and a bit) may well be The Adidas Arena very soon if the good people of the world do nothing. So let's do our bit. You can go to the Newcastle United's Supporters Trust website and sign the petition against the name change, member or no, fan or misguided soul. If you don't see why this isn't a big deal, then feel free to ask.

Or I can tell you, providing you're still reading this drivel. This is the link between the club and city that has endured all the bullshit of the last 13 years (minus a few under SBR) and is about to be extinguished in the name of corporate vestige.

Mike Ashley has burnt the final bridge. There is no turning back.

This is war. No more hiding.