Nice to see Elbow cropping up here - they were one of the highpoints of the Latitude Festival for me. "The Seldom Seen Kid" is probably my favourite CD of the year and it's so nice to listen to an album that's been mastered properly.

Other recent post-Latitude listening:

Grinderman: Grinderman
Joanna Newson: The Ys Street Band EP
Death Cab for Cutie: Narrow Stairs
The Go! Team: Thunder, Lightning Strike
The Go! Team: Proof of Youth

best,
Chris H

Black Jaque said:

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Been a Durutti Column fan for awhile. Hard to imagine they have music going back to the 80's.

Pretty sure they've been going since the 70s. I saw them supporting John Cooper Clarke at Rafters in Manchester early in 1981, and they were well established even then.

best,
Chris H

I've been listening to lots of Keny Arkana tracks.

I knew her by name, thanks to stickers I glimpsed in various places.
Obviously, her name sounded familiar to me.

Recently, I got to actually hear her voice on La Cause, from the latest (and awesome) La Phaze album : Miracle


Since I liked it a lot, I got a few of her albums.

L'Esquisse


This one starts with Le Missile est Lancé, which is angry, and full of smart lyrics.
The same can be said of all the next titles from that album.

Last week, I started listening to her new album : Désobéissance

Which starts with Désobéissance Civile.
Here, she's even more angry.
So much that it takes epic proportions.

I love it.
She's fighting the good fight.
Most of her lyrics give me goosebumps.

the people i'm housesitting for have an expansive CD collection. going through it, i found Elephant by the White Stripes.
when i was 15, i listened to the alt-rock radio station non-stop until it went off the air in December. 7 Nation Army and The Hardest Button to Button featured regularily on the station.
remembering this, and honestly expecting it to be one of those albums where every song sounds like the hit single, i borrowed the album from the house, put it in my car.
it is good.
simple and complex, Jack White's guitar and vocals perfectly complemented by Meg's pared-down drumming. Meg's voice is noteworthy too, as heard in In the Cold Cold Night, a song i've been singing nonstop for the past few days.
Jack White wrote in the liner notes "This album is dedicated to, and is for, and about the death of the sweetheart." he explained this in an interview for MTV.com later: "I wanted to get people to think about how they relate to one another — how the males and females relate, how the parents and sons and daughters relate, and bring up some ideas to see if they still mean something. What does the word "sweetheart" or "gentleman" mean nowadays? Has it changed in the last 50 years? Should we reevaluate these words?

Some people have said [about the liner notes], "I totally agree, I just wish you wouldn't have said that." It's funny to shock people with normality. I mean, it's becoming an age of punk for the sake of punk, angst for the sake of angst. What are we rebelling against?"
with Elephant, the White Stripes tried to bring back the meaning behind rebel-type music, to go against image for the sake of image. they may not have succeeded, but the album is a good one and definately worth listening to.

Me, right now?

Pure Rock Fury - Clutch

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Originally posted by green-robot:
the people i'm housesitting for have an expansive CD collection.

Buy yourself an external USB hard drive and start ripping!

Pirate!!

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Originally posted by shake:
Pure Rock Fury - Clutch

High quality stuff there.

I listened to Blood on the Wall. I don't even remember where I read about those guys, maybe Pitchfork, but they are good. Got kind of an early Sonic Youth style that I'm loving.

I met Neil, the singer for Clutch, and Tim Sult (guitar)outside a club in Portland Oregon in 92. They played all the time back then and no one but me and my buddy ever went to the shows. We'd be front and center the whole set. Sometimes we'd be the only ones on the floor...

After one show, I went up to Neil and thanked him for the awesome show and apologized for the lame scene in Portland, and all the hippies, of course. Neil invited me and my friend back to meet the rest of the band. After smoking a joint or five, we helped them load out and said our goodbyes.

Next time they were in Portland, the remembered us and let us watch the show from the wings. Way cool. And of course, they burned tough.

Anyway, cut to 95, and it's my first night living in Seattle. Who's playing but my buddies Clutch, opening for some guy I had never heard of before named "Marilyn Manson."

I walk up to Neil, who is not backstage getting stoned as usual, but pacing the floor of the venue.

I'm all "Hey, wanna go burn one?"

He's like, "Naw man, them freaks scared us out from back stage. Everyones on the bus."

I ask, "What's wrong with backstage?"

He replies, "They brought fucking farm animals, and they're putting chickens in the kick drums, man. And besides that, they're fucking crazy. I'm staying in the bus."

Clutch rocked that night, but Marilyn's set was awesome. I guess that could've been the acid...

As I write so prophetically here at my laptop now, I'm enjoying Blind Faith's only album - Blind Faith (1969).
Often overlooked masterpiece I posit.