Wednesday, 19 February 2014

REVIEW: Foals, Alexandra Palace

FOALS, ALEXANDRA PALACE
It's an undeniably energetic and impressive set, but there's a lingering feeling Foals still don't quite suit venues of this scope

2013 undoubtedly belonged to Foals - a number two album 'Holy Fire' and its subsequent Mercury Prize nomination, a mainstream radio hit in 'My Number', and a summer when they were seemingly inescapable on the festival circuit. These gigs at London's Alexandra Palace had the feel of a well-deserved victory lap after a breakout year, and they put together an undeniably impressive set; but despite what the elaborate light show and lasers may suggest, much of their sound seems slightly out of place in venues such as this - as does their relative lack of mainstream hits. It's an odd and arguably unfair slight on a band coming out of such a defining year, and don't let it detract from what was an excellent live performance; it just showed their recent crowning as 'Best Live Band In The World(™)' as a little premature. 
   If that sounds like odd or harsh criticism, then it’s only fair to pay them similarly odd compliments. Through 'Inhaler', 'My Number' 'Providence' and 'Prelude', much of 'Holy Fire' sounds like a 'live album'; or perhaps 'ready-made live album' is a more suitable description. It’s indie rock with build-ups and drops calculated to send their crowds batshit, and tonight on that basis Foals succeed with flying colours. Drummer Jack Bevan's exhilarating drop in 'Providence' splits the crowds for mosh pits like a hedonistic, clean-shaven Moses, and 2013's Radio 1-resident 'My Number' has the crowds bouncing and singing along like a true indie anthem. Older fan favourites 'Spanish Sahara' and 'Olympic Airways' were met with similar feverish adoration - with the former lowering the 7000-strong crowd down to floor before leaping back up at the song's soaring climax.
   However, as much as has been made about Foal's transition from indie-middleweights to arena rock heavyweights, there is something about the bands traditionally intricate sound that doesn't quite match up to arenas such as this. While you could argue the crowd's feverish reaction to every note, chorus and rhythm says otherwise, their muted performance at last summer's Reading Festival, a third from headliner slot in which they never quite won their crowd over with a similar set, backs up this hypothesis. It may seem a strange or harsh criticism, but in the exact same slot the year previously was The Vaccines; who while are a significantly inferior band played a set with both the sound and radio hits to inspire and engage their crowd in a way Foals failed to do so a year later. It is this failure to capture a broader festival crowd which highlights this criticism - that as yet Foals still fall somewhat short of true heavyweights in alternative rock.  
   The band, and thus the set, seemed at their formidable strongest when they abandoned their traditional spindly, high-fretting precision for more spaced out, grungier riffs - with the bombastic, grunge-groove of 'Inhaler' proving the highlight of the set, and the aforementioned 'Providence' a similarly intense shot of adrenaline. Set closer 'Two Steps, Twice' was also a stand-out moment, one that highlighted both the band's control of their audience (even more impressive given the limited communication between them) and drummer Jack Bevan's immense talent, as numerous circle pits formed across the closing chanted refrain. 
   Special mention should also go to Cage the Elephant here, who were seriously undersold as a major coup for a support act and left a lasting impression with a criminally short set. They played with relentless energy and infectious enthusiasm, and on both the strength of this set and their own standing in the current rock scene, deserved substantially longer than the seven songs they were granted. Curiously, it was also something of a 'greatest hits' performance as only two songs from their recently released third album made it into a set dominated by 'Sabertooth Tiger', 'Shake Me Down' and 'Ain't No Rest For The Wicked'. But based on this short support slot, they'll definitely be a band to look out for on the festival circuit this summer, and an intense live act in their own right. 
   This probably all sounds overly critical of Foals, who in-spite of their limitations, pulled out a riotous performance that justified the hype and ever-growing reputation they have generated over the last year. They are no doubt ambitious - and based on the strengths of this set and the promise of Holy Fire, there is no reason they can't fulfil that potential with future releases and performances. For now though, it was a suitably impressive gig to conclude a defining year for Foals, even if the prestigious 'Best Live Band In The World' crown doesn't quite fit them just yet.

James Gale

7.5/10

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Review: NIRVANA - 'IN UTERO'

NIRVANA - IN UTERO 
Released: 1993 on DGC

  It's an easy observation to make, but Nirvana's third and final album is one that given its place in the bands mythical history, is today is hard to listen to as anything other than Kurt Cobain's suicide note; with many of its lyrics sounding more akin to eerie epitaphs and a haunting diary of Cobain's inner turmoil. In this sense, it's difficult to judge to the album on it's own merits; but make no mistake, this is a record more-than equal to its iconic predecessor 'Nevermind', and one that marks the fulfillment of Cobain's artistic vision. It's an unarguably immersive but draining listen, and not the sort of album written for casual, background enjoyment - but you'd imagine, that's exactly as Cobain intended it. If Nevermind catapulted Nirvana into the mainstream, In Utero is Cobain turning the slingshot back on his audience; testing and rewarding their most ardent fans, and alienating the parasites of their success simultaneously. 
  With all that said, In Utero is not the 48 minutes of unlistenable, left-field grunge its reputation may suggest - and if anything, Cobain occasionally overplays his hand, such as the effective middle-finger-to-the-mainstream but bordering on parody 'Radio Friendly Unied Shifter'. But through 'Heart-Shaped Box', 'Dumb', 'Serve The Servants' and 'Rape Me', sprinkled across the album are the familiar distortion-heavy pop-hooks Cobain was unashamedly fond of, of which the band perfected on Nevermind. Instead, I like to think this is the sound of Nirvana both going back to basics and the culmination of Cobain's influences and vision for the band's sound (if such a statement makes sense), and this rebirth philosophy stems right down from the album's title ('In Utero') through to its more stripped back, organic production. Indeed, immediately noticeable as a stark contrast to Nevermind's glossier, polished sound, cult anti-hero Steve Albini's production is substantially rawer, uncompromising and minimalistic for a substantially rawer, uncompromising and savage record, and really encapsulates the intense spirit of the album. 
  And intense it is; whether it's the melancholic longing of 'Frances Farmer', twisted stream-of-consciousness lyrics and colossal riff in 'Milk It', 'Heart-Shaped Box's hypnotic lure and sucker-punch chorus or the ferocious punk-rocker 'Tourettes', In Utero is frequently turbulent, often eerie, occasionally mesmerising - but consistently, utterly uncompromising. Special mention should go to Dave Grohl here - while Cobain was rumoured to be dissatisfied with Grohl's work on the album, his mercilessly fierce, pounding style forms the savage heartbeat of In Utero, demonstrated no better than on the heartbreaking closer 'No Apologies', and whose paying is complimented as ever by Krist Novaselic's understated but effective bass. 
  And as mentioned previously, it is the brilliant but ultimately soul-destroying finale 'All Apologies' on which Nirvana and In Utero truly, tragically and finally peak. Whether it was Cobain's intended 'artistic suicide note', it is hard to listen to it as anything but given its broken, haunting melody and disturbing, emotionally brutal lyrics.While its place as the album's finale no doubt has a part to play, it just sounds like the final effort of a crushed man with its melancholic string section, defeated melody and eerie lyrics and refrains; 'All in all is all we are', 'Married, buried' 'Everything's my fault' 'What else should I be? All apologies' that as both a fan and a listener, leaves you with an aching pit in your stomach. 
  And it is on that melancholic note that you inevitably come to remember the record; and to leave with such a devastating impact, is surely the mark of a truly brilliant album. It's debatable which of Nevermind and In Utero reigns superior, but I like to think of it like this: it was Nevermind that made the band and subsequently defined the era - but for better or worse, it was In Utero that defined the band and ultimately, defied the era. 

James Gale

IN UTERO: 9/10


TRACK LISTING
(BOLD AND * INDICATES ALBUM HIGHLIGHTS)
  1. "Serve the Servants" – 3:36
  2. "Scentless Apprentice" (Cobain, Dave Grohl, Krist Novoselic) – 3:48
  3. "Heart-Shaped Box" – 4:41 *
  4. "Rape Me" – 2:50
  5. "Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle" – 4:09
  6. "Dumb" – 2:32 *
  7. "Very Ape" – 1:56
  8. "Milk It" – 3:55 *
  9. "Pennyroyal Tea" – 3:37
  10. "Radio Friendly Unit Shifter" – 4:51
  11. "tourette's" – 1:35
  12. "All Apologies" – 3:51 *


Wednesday, 5 February 2014

Single Review: Temples - 'Mesmerise' (2014)

Following Tame Impala's album 'Lonerism' breakthrough into the mainstream across the past year, the Australian's have been credited with reigniting interest in 1960s flavoured, Beatlesesque psychedelic rock; which for me at least, can only be a good thing (as is anything that stops Miles Kane's gimmick-ish claim to such a revivalist label). And like Tame Impala, Northampton-rockers Temples seem to sound oddly familiar yet ambitious and unique simultaneously. Taking the heavy, echoing drum rhythms, flowing, spaced-out melodies and 'chanting-atop-a-psychedelic-mountain' vocal style, 'Mesmerise' is the sound of messers Lennon, Harrison, Starr and McCartney giggling and stoned before their 'Tomorrow Never Knows' acid peak. Though to credit The Beatles with every such band would be grossly unfair, and there is enough in 'Mesmerise' to suggest Temples can stand on their own two feet as a band. And don't let support slots for The Rolling Stones at Hyde Park, or endorsements from the likes of Noel Gallagher and Paul Weller convince you otherwise; these guys are no mere 1960s fancy-dress throwback. 

7/10

LISTEN: Temples - 'Mesmerise'

Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Review: PIXIES - 'DOOLITTLE'

PIXIES - DOOLITTLE 
Released: 1989 on Elektra Records

I can't think of a better testament to Doolittle and its legacy than this: in the aftermath of Nirvana's domination of the 90s and their iconic frontman's suicide, you couldn't swing a cat without hitting a band attempting to recreate the grunge legend's tortured, distortion porn, loud/quiet/loud dynamic. The grunge kids desperately wanted to be Cobain... but then Cobain desperately wanted to be the Pixies, the forefathers of such twisted, loud/quiet/loud punk. He acknowledged as much himself; "When I heard the Pixies for the first time, I connected with that band so heavily I should have been in that band - or at least in a Pixies cover band.". As such, you can consider Cobain a leading disciple of their 1989 album Doolittlethe undisputed Bible of such gloriously maniacal rock. 
And it is in this Bible frontman and principle songwriter Black Francis tells irresistibly twisted tales of death and mutilation, Gods and Devils, lust and whores, myths of the seas and (a personal favourite of mine) a simple story about a crazed roommate named Crackity Jones. 
One of the most striking things about Doolittle is the way it takes such dark and warped subjects and crafts them into upbeat, playful melodies; the majority of which rarely last longer than two and a half minutes. A perfect example of this is 'Here Comes Your Man'; easy to mistake for a 1960s-tinged jangling pop gem, lurking beneath in Francis' lyrics is a simple, sorrowful account of a hearse arriving for a funeral. Similarly, 'Wave Of Mutilation' is on the surface an indie rock anthem for the surfers, awash with laid back distortion and a carefree, coasting tune. But the borderline sadistic nature of the song quickly dawns on the listener, as Black sings breezily of driving his car off a cliff and into a wave of mutilation, so he can kiss mermaids and walk with the crustaceans below. 
For me however, the album is at its manic best when the band abandons such calculation in favour of outright deranged and thrashing punk-rock. Album openers 'Debaser' and 'Tame' are perfect examples of this, as is the warped religious tale 'Dead'. Then there's the utterly psychotic 'Crackity Jones'; a ferocious, minute-and-a-half deranged ode to a former roommate of Black's, in which he shrieks and yelps his way through paranoid lyrics of chasing voices and claustrophobic walls, backed by Kim Deal's twisting and turning bass, Joey Santiago's viscous, Spanish-flavoured guitar and David Lovering's relentlessly manic drumming rhythm - all of whom are on reliably top form on Doolittle. Particularly Deal, whose trademark sweetly sinister backing vocals are used to great effect across the album (particularly on 'Tame', 'Hey' and 'I Bleed'), and uses Doolittle to showcase some of her most memorable basslines; with 'Debaser', 'Gouge Away', 'Crackity Jones' and 'Wave of Mutilation' among the highlights. 
The only real "lowlights" includes the slightly indulgent and somewhat unnecessary 'La La Love You'; which while is clearly one of the albums weaker moments never impairs the quality or momentum of a truly stellar record - and even then, the song's sarcastic parody of OTT love ballads is still an amusing joke that never wears too thin on repeated listens. Then for such a short song, the penultimate Westernesque 'Silver' tends drag somewhat - and is one that does tend to grate on repeated listens. Again, it's by no means a bad song - it is simply one that does not live up to the sublime quality of the rest of the album. 
However, they are two mere blips on an otherwise remarkably consistent record; and one that every bit lives up to its formidable reputation and legacy. Doolittle is surreal yet accessible, melodic yet utterly insane, with pop hooks blended with their own inimitable brand of surf-metal - and as Cobain endeavored to emulate across his career, gloriously loud/quiet/loud. 


9/10
TRACKING LISTING 
(Bold and * indicates album highlights)
  1. "Debaser"  – 2:52 *
  2. "Tame"  – 1:55 *
  3. "Wave of Mutilation"  – 2:04 *
  4. "I Bleed"  – 2:34
  5. "Here Comes Your Man"  – 3:21
  6. "Dead"  – 2:21 *
  7. "Monkey Gone to Heaven"  – 2:56
  8. "Mr. Grieves"  – 2:05
  9. "Crackity Jones"  – 1:24 *
  10. "La La Love You"  – 2:43
  11. "No. 13 Baby"  – 3:51 *
  12. "There Goes My Gun"  – 1:49
  13. "Hey"  – 3:31 *
  14. "Silver" (Francis/Deal)  – 2:25
  15. "Gouge Away"  – 2:45 *

Monday, 3 February 2014

Single Review: Klaxons - 'No Other Time' (2014)

I have to admit; I have always enjoyed the unashamed nuttiness of the Klaxons. They seemed like your first college band, fed solely on a diet 90s rock and rave and MDMA, which they cleverly turned into their own unique brand of batshit neon rave-rock... from outer space. But, and its a big but, they have always been very, very of their time - January 2007 to be specific, and their music has dated as rapidly as the new rave fad came to prominence. For many, it seems the bands popularity has become like that pair of flares your Dad cherished in the 70s - great at the time, but now uncomfortably stuffed away and forgotten at the back of the wardrobe. And the first single from their upcoming third album (and first for four years) 'No Other Time' can't help but feel like opportunistic jump on the house bandwagon, a misjudged attempt to claw back both popularity and credibility. But in truth it just sounds like a bad, over-produced house record fused with a good Eurodance one (the latter not being a compliment) with its bouncing beat, hushed vocals and keyboard melody. Bands experimenting and trying to progress their sound is always something to be admired, whatever the outcome; but given this bands history with the fad of new rave, its hard not to be cynical about the Klaxon's latest, underwhelming release. Because if you listen really carefully, you can even hear the wheels of the bandwagon they've leapt on creaking under their weight.

5/10

LISTEN: Klaxons, 'No Other Time'

Beck and Foals join Outkast as Bestival 2014 headliners


BECK, FOALS + MORE ADDED TO BESTIVAL'S 2014 LINE-UP
Disclosure, Major Lazer and more also join bill 


Bestival
has confirmed Beck and Foals will join Outkast as the event's 2014 headliners, as part of an announcement that revealed 9 other new acts now set to play the festival.

The new wave of confirmed acts now due to play the event also includes Disclosure, Major Lazer, Wild Beasts, Chvrches, Laura Mvula, London Grammar, Sam Smith, Caribou and Clean Bandit. 

However, it is Beck and Foals who join reunited soul-funk due Outkast as headliners of the annual Isle of Wight festival, each headlining the Thursday, Saturday and Friday night slots respectively, and festival organiser and DJ Rob da Bank said in a statement; "Foals were voted best live act of last year and I’m delighted they’ll be headlining the Saturday night – there’s no better indie guitar band in the UK right now," the 40 year old Radio 1 DJ claimed. "Also donning a grass skirt and mirrorball is a total icon of popular music and one of my favourite songwriters, Beck, plus disco darlings Disclosure, Diplo and his Major Lazer crew and all the hottest new bands from London Grammar to Clean Bandit. So get out of your deckchair and get ready to disco, my friends!”

Taking place from 4th-7th of September at the Robin Hill Country Park, the festival also recently announced its fancy dress plans for 2014, and following last years 'HMS Bestival', 2014's event will play host to a 'Desert Island Disco' theme this September. With plenty of acts still yet to be announced, please visit the festival's official website here for more information and ticket details.