Pitchfork Media previews "Platinum Rows." Check it out.
A lot of the noise surrounding this record is of the "golly, he's made a classical-crossover album! How perfectly novel!" variety. Such terms as "New Music" (in the obnoxiously specific sense used by classical boffins, which implies that all popular music is "historically regressive") and even "nu-classical" (thanks again, Pitchfork!) have reared their heads.
I'm still out on this; if there's one thing to be said for Market Garden, it's that it's pretty much ploughing its own furrow. Bits of it sound like New Music (of the fleet-footed, Jennifer Higdon school), bits of it sound like Warner Brothers' soundtracks, and bits of it sound like GirlTalk sampling John Williams and Van Dyke Parks. So, it's either a visionary mash-up or a quasi-pornographic mess. With kazoos. Or fucking both...what do I know?
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Late to the party
FAO: long-haired headphone-bedecked bus-riding dial-uping uber-bummed sixteen year old Mogwai-adorned Tom: as yr elder and better, let me tell you that right now you are sleeping on a guy and this guy is the future.
Yknow, the guy that wrote that tune you've only heard through Jam's furious air-riffing with his leg up on a bench and his head circling with an intensity normally saved for Enter Sandman, the guy that JAMES STAFFORD has some pretend-hate crush on (his reports after seeing Wilkes-Krier in the flesh a dazed&deeply felt "he's a BEAST..."), this guy,
Well shit you might be missing out now but in 2009 you'll be reading his short-stories, watching news anchors fawn over him as he demolishes their shows, reading his mutant replies to fan letters that blast out epic calls to action and and and AAANNNNDD ! - REALLY fucking anticipating his instrumental new age piano record about his car, as in, once you've heard about, nothing will be as vital for you to hear, as in, there will be no gesture that could possibly compete with this; having enough heart that you can throw things SO wide open even George Winston is allowed in! I mean shit. I'd already heard how well he got on with donk, the man can't stop bringing us into the fold like the good shepherd he is.
I apologise unequivocally to everyone else for not being able to better prepare you for this event. I did not foresee this. On the other hand:
Yknow, the guy that wrote that tune you've only heard through Jam's furious air-riffing with his leg up on a bench and his head circling with an intensity normally saved for Enter Sandman, the guy that JAMES STAFFORD has some pretend-hate crush on (his reports after seeing Wilkes-Krier in the flesh a dazed&deeply felt "he's a BEAST..."), this guy,
Well shit you might be missing out now but in 2009 you'll be reading his short-stories, watching news anchors fawn over him as he demolishes their shows, reading his mutant replies to fan letters that blast out epic calls to action and and and AAANNNNDD ! - REALLY fucking anticipating his instrumental new age piano record about his car, as in, once you've heard about, nothing will be as vital for you to hear, as in, there will be no gesture that could possibly compete with this; having enough heart that you can throw things SO wide open even George Winston is allowed in! I mean shit. I'd already heard how well he got on with donk, the man can't stop bringing us into the fold like the good shepherd he is.
I apologise unequivocally to everyone else for not being able to better prepare you for this event. I did not foresee this. On the other hand:
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