Well, I do recommend this LP, it's a must-have for the artwork alone; but only play it if you're feeling sinister.
There are guitar heroes and then there are guitar heroes. You get my drift?
The aftermath of Sell, Sell, Sell was being dropped by EMI after non-existent sales and a calamitous American tour (one gig was actually seen by no people, after everyone decamped to a nearby bar after the local support band), and four years in the wilderness with no income and, if rumours are true, cocaine and marriage problems.
If ever there was such a thing as a classic album, then this is it.
So – I Am Not Afraid Of You And I Will Kick Your Ass is clearly too long and a couple of tracks could have been ditched to drag it in under the hour mark. Having said that, the tracks to be chucked would still be bloody great.
So what if it all sounds the same? It's a cheap ticket to the world of indie discos, dodgy haircuts and evenings getting drunk in the park (sod off that's my youth! – ed).
The story of this record is hackneyed. Suede caught the zeitgeist but rode it for too long.
It's the familiar You Sexy Thing cover that starts it all off, obviously hoping to reel other people in the way that I was all those years ago.
In the “old days” this was the point when you flipped the (then vinyl) disc over. Make no mistake it wasn't often you had the energy to do so. If you did, you were confronted by the Malcolm Mooney-esque screeching of Life Stinks.
I'd lay my critical life on the line and say that nothing catches rock and roll's soul in all its Gnostic guises more completely over a whole LP than Tarot. Simply put, it's got bloody everything.
"I don't think that there's any doubt that Martin Hannett was a dub fan, he must have been as some familiar “shattering” and spacey noises reappear on Unknown Pleasures. "
"Something of an anomaly in the ‘alt' scene in their day, Galaxie 500 now seem to be one of those hip bands that every up and coming combo will quote as an influence. Following their musical ancestry back a generation it is easy to draw comparisons with pioneers of the so-called ‘slowcore' sound, The Velvet Underground. "
White trainer man will tremble, his t-shirt logo will melt and hair gel will be banned from all kingdoms.
The only thing missing is a video showing Wotjek – he was their dancer. Pre-Bez he ‘interpreted' the songs by flailing his arms and jumping up and down. Or that's how I remember it.
Neutral Milk Hotel were never a band in the traditional sense of the word, more a loose collection of musicians centred around lyricist/singer Jeff Mangum.
Lycanthropy is a work of massive scope; it is the result of five years of song writing and is intended to showcase what an incredibly talented child can do.
Don't let me forget to mention their incredible cover art, a bambi-esque cartoon of a rabbit sniffing a young deer's butt. It is absolute genius.
The song straddles over six minutes, a fabulous Rubenesque hand-maiden trying to stay in a pair of tight-fit jeans.
Get the bootleg if you have any genuine interest in music. (If you don't, I hear the Kaiser Chiefs have released some new Product.)
This music makes our dogs run out of the room