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Everything flows – Teenage Fanclub

How much does this sound like the band Big Star? And if Teenage Fanclub do sound as closely as everyone says they do, why would i even need Big Star in my life? Except to fall for the perpetuation of rock myths and legitimacies, and to be like all the other dull people when faced with a Teenage Fanclub song and race to be the first to say “Big Star want their sound back.” It is as though something depends on it, like knowing and glibly exclaiming it is a blow for a true, proper rock history, and fixing anything that fits into that history to an image, personage, period and purpose. Nuts to that. Teenage Fanclub are enough, and i’m against anything that takes from that and denies them.

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Voulez-Vous

Voulez-vous – ABBA

ABBA were such a powerful band. Mastery of songwriting met Agnetha and Anni-Frid’s voices met the production means and know-how to achieve anything they wanted. To be the world’s most perfect pop band. And boy were they. Not perfect in any sense of being better or the best, or even my most favourite, but in their impeccable divination and execution of pop’s rules, traditions and effect. I think this might be my favourite ABBA song. No, wait, it’s Dancing Queen.

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Ochiba no Cresendo

Ochiba no cresendo – Kawai Sonoko

The crescendo of fallen leaves. I refer to her a lot, but i’ve never outrightly said that Sonoko is my absolute favourite of the 80’s Japanese idols. Kawai Sonoko is my absolute favourite of the 80’s Japanese idols. Not just of the Onyanko Club, maybe even beyong 1980’s Japan as well. Maybe my favourite person to ever hold a microphone and convey and bear something through it. I will have to think about it some more. Or not and just let it live as unexamined fact.

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Roly Poly

Roly poly -T-ara

I’m a few months late on this, but poor T-ara. They were my favourite group, and to combat the reactionary nonsense that followed Hwayeong (who was my second favourite member behind Hyomin) being kicked out, they still are. I do still love them, but i don’t like being drawn into contest and taking sides, which is what anything about T-ara seems to be about now. I don’t like my fandom becoming polemic, and i don’t like dumb, vindictive, baseless shit colouring my approach to music, but i can’t shake either. T-ara are performing in Indonesia at the moment, and don’t think they’ll escape more scorn as fans there perpetuate an internet-learned appropriateness of how K-pop fans are meant to be, think, and hold prejudices.

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I can’t break it to my heart – Delta Goodrem

I can’t believe how many Delta Goodrem songs have come up here. I mean it’s only a few, but the spread of things here still makes it a good many. I am Australian, have ears, and those ears are (or were) often in places her music was aired (i.e. Australia), but every time a song comes up here it is due to my work. Delta Goodrem falls on the less hellish things i’m exposed to there. I will quit after Christmas. I mean it. It turns out i have a high threshold to misery, but i’ve reached it.

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Rat Fink

Rat fink – Dirt Bike Annie

Dirt Bike Annie’s enthusiasm and energy always seemed counter to something – appearing cool, the city of New York, better judgement. As if their music alone were not enough to draw it out, everything seemed to be pushed out and over with such determination not to fall into image-serving indolence. Nothing forced or pretentious, just a drive to not be, because who does want to be that?

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Natsu wo Mattenai

Natsu wo mattenai – Kokusho Sayuri

I went out with my best friend the other night for the first time in months and naturally the talk turned to what we each are fond of in the world of music now. He, trapped in his office working on some academic paper on whatever, is pointedly listening to those classic albums we are all supposed to know, to pick out with the most discriminating mindset what actually is as good as everyone pedestals them as. Me, i’m listening to the usual.

I always say that. For the last five years (or more) it has been the usual. Never defined, just the usual, to escape explaining it, or to share something he can’t possibly share back. I didn’t tell him i love 80’s J-pop. I didn’t tell him i love anything. Just the usual – the things of use to no one else that affirm and complete my life so. He knows about my stupid hang ups. He knows what use i am. I’m safe with him, to share with him anything, and he knows why i often don’t. I don’t need to.

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