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Sunday 30 September 2007

In Rainbows



It has happened. And it came out of nowhere.

At around 2.53 this afternoon, my friend Nick reached for his mobile phone and read the following message.
"LP7," he began, "is the new Radiohead album. It is called 'In Rainbows'. It will be released in 10 days by download only."

The journalism class continued. Inside, however, my heart was doing somersaults. Was it true? Could it be?

3 agonising hours later I arrived home to confirmation from Jonny Greenwood on the band's website www.radiohead.com.

Hello everyone.

Well, the new album is finished, and it's coming out in 10 days;

We've called it In Rainbows.

Love from us all.
Jonny


This is going to be the longest 10 days of my life.

The latest news is that you can pre-order a download of the album for a donation of your choice from www.inrainbows.com, which you will recieve on 10th October. There will be no promos or PR as the band are releasing the record themselves.

A deluxe CD box will be released through the website in December.

A regular CD is planned for early 2008.

Way to mess with the system, Radiohead.

x

Golden Oldie


WE LIVE in a frenzied age of fast food, tilting trains and entertainment on demand – but when it comes to music, the public knows what it likes.

When word got out that I was to interview self –proclaimed ‘King of romance’ Engelbert Humperdinck, it was like Thursday night at the bingo hall.

As memories of parents’ record collections flowed forth and choruses of ‘Release Me’ echoed round the office, it became clear that ‘the hump’ is a golden oldie in a sea of preening pop stars.

Humperdinck, 71, is indeed a fascinating personality, a kind of cartoon character you wouldn’t believe really exists in the flesh. Born in Madras, India and raised in the rather less glamorous surroundings of Leicester, he has acquired an American demeanour over years of exposure to the Hollywood lifestyle.

He scoffs when described as a crooner – “I am a contemporary singer, a stylised performer” – but accepts that while he has a novelty appeal to the masses, his loyal fan base lies in the older generation.

“The music business has changed since I was young, and I’ve had to adapt to that”, he says. “In the 60s, with the likes of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and Elvis, people made lasting material. The songs we wrote were evergreens, they lasted for years. In today’s world, you’re lucky if a song lasts 6 months before it is dismissed.”

Nobody can say Humperdinck hasn’t earned the right to his opinion. Breaking into the music business in the late 1950s under the name of Gerry Dorsey, he contracted Tuberculosis at the age of 25. While Elvis Presley was busy topping the charts on both sides of the Atlantic, Humperdinck was out of action for the whole of 1961.

“My voice is my lifeblood as a singer, and that was a scary time for me. Back then people thought T.B was a horrible disease and didn’t want to be anywhere near you.”

It is perhaps the memory of this traumatic time that keeps Humperdinck going. As he embarks on a gruelling world tour, including a date at the London Palladium on November 4, his enthusiasm is undiminished.

“After I turned 70, I said I wanted to return to playing 120 dates a year, and that’s exactly what I’m doing”, he says. Surely that must take its toll on a man in the autumn of his career?

“I’m still as energetic as I ever was”, he says. “I jump around on that stage like I’m a forty year-old!”

Humperdink admires fellow artists who appear to go on forever, but accepts that it is rapidly becoming a young man’s world.

“I don’t try to be young, I know my limits”, he says. He marvels at modern technology – “People can just sit down at a computer and connect with me!” – but remains nonplussed by the rapidly changing landscape. “It’s a funny old world right now. Some of it’s good, some of it’s bad.”

He comes across as a man who doesn’t dwell on the past. Does he have any regrets?
“If I could edit my past, I’d get a good manager and get my future secured at an early age”, he says. “Of all the money I’ve earned in my life, management has taken almost half.”

He praises the current team of masterminds behind his enduring popularity, and insists that he has no plans to hang up his microphone any time soon.
“On the day my new record came out, I was back in the studio recording new songs”, he says. “As long as the demand is there, I’ll keep churning them out!”

And with that, the Hump signs off, on his way to another L.A show, to entertain another few thousand adoring fans. Not bad for a golden oldie.

“It has been a wonderful journey”, he says. “I hope it never ends.”

Engelbert Humperdinck plays The London Palladium on November 4. For tickets call: 0870 890 1108.

Saturday 29 September 2007

Funny t-shirts






If you laughed at any of the above, go here. If you didn't, shame shame shame on you shame on you and what you do.

Tuesday 25 September 2007

You treat me like a woman when I feel like a man


Remember Kula Shaker? They were great, weren't they?

Well, no actually. They weren't. I thought they were back in the heady days of 1996 as a foolish 11 year old. But as the mystical hipsters make a not very much awaited comeback, I have been listening to their debut album 'K' again.

It has its moments. 'Hey Dude', 'Knight on the Town' and 'Tattva' are really good pieces of songwriting. But most of it is overproduced guff, in the same vein as 'Be Here Now', 'This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours' and others that I can't think of right now because my head is filled with media law.

Anyway, they said something about Nazis and went away for a while. Now they're back. One of them used to be Hayley Mills' son. I believe at the time of writing this is still the case.

Kula Shaker: Hey Dude

Meanwhile, everyone's favourite cheeky indie popsters Radiohead have been posting coded messages on their website. They may or may not be related to their forthcoming album which may or may not be forthcoming. Nobody seems to know what they mean.

Apologies for the non-committal sparseness of todays blog. Like I said, my head is being infiltrated with Rupert Murdoch's lies and Conrad Black's pies.

If you want to see some words what I write on the news and that, go here.

Monday 17 September 2007

This is the funniest show on TV

You can keep your 'Friends', your 'Scrubs' and your 'Frasier'. You can keep your 'Black Books', 'I.T Crowd' and even 'The Mighty Boosh'.

Peep Show is a comedy masterpiece that makes me fall off my chair every time. There are too many quotes and too many clips to sum it up neatly in one go, but you can pretty much stick a pin in any episode of all 4 series and strike gold. It's all in the writing, courtesy of Jesse Armstrong and Sam Bain. When you see some of the lines written down you realise how genius they are.

Adding to that, the shooting is dazzlingly original, the characters brilliantly and subtly observed and the awkward moments are even better than Ricky Gervais at his cringeworthy best.

If you've never seen it, the following may not make much sense out of context but I urge you to watch it from the start of series 1.

These are two of my favourite moments:



Sunday 16 September 2007

When you smile your sad eyes look sadder and sadder still


It's funny how brilliant music can creep up on you sometimes. You can go months, years even hearing a name of a band but never listening to their music. So it was for me with Bat for Lashes, the pseudonym of 28 year-old Natasha Khan, a Brighton based singer/songwriter.

Khan rose to prominence recently after her debut album 'Fur and Gold' was made favourite for the increasingly meaningless Nationwide Mercury music prize, only to lose out to The Klaxons. Shallow glory-whore that I am, I then decided to have a listen. It's brilliant.

The usual comparisons are inevitable - Kate Bush, Bjork, Tori Amos etc - but this is more of just an amalgamation of eccentric sirens. There's an understated beauty about these songs, similar to Charlotte Gainsbourg but less French. I think it's a sign of a really great album when it gets better with every listen, and the songs start to reveal themselves more and more. There are only a handful of artists who can do this in my opinion - Radiohead, Death Cab for Cutie, The Frames, Sigur Ros, and of course Snoop Dogg - and I can now add Bat for Lashes to that illustrious list.

Plus, she's very pretty.

I urge you to legally purchase or otherwise obtain this fine piece of work. Meanwhile, here are three of my favourite tracks, of which there are many.

Bat for Lashes: Seal Jubliee

Bat for Lashes: The Wizard

Bat for Lashes: Sad Eyes

Wednesday 12 September 2007

We love you, Conor


I am training to be a journalist, which pretty much means forgetting everything you were ever taught in English lessons at school or college. And leaving behind any temptation to use long sentences or remotely elaborate adjectives.

Anyway, that doesn't have any relevance to anything. Except that this blog will henceforth forthwith be my haven for creative scripture.

I have rediscovered a lost album, as is my wont. I'm sure I've blogged about them before, but for the benefit of anyone who doesn't know already, Bright Eyes is a band consisting of singer-songwriter/guitarist Conor Oberst, multi-instrumentalist/producer Mike Mogis, Nate Walcott, and a rotating lineup of collaborators drawn primarily from Omaha's indie music scene.

In 2002 they released their 5th studio album, entitled 'Lifted or The Story is in the Soil, Keep Your Ear to the Ground'. It's a brilliant, multi-layered, raw piece of work, much less produced and polished than their recent material. I first heard it on vinyl and it really works in that format. Oberst often sounds like he was meant for another era. I am fascinated by the guy, mainly because of his music but also because of his childhood and his passionate anti-war protest songs, a genre he seems to share with only Neil Young and Bruce Springsteen these days. See the hoarse-throated 'Road to Joy' from 'I'm Wide Awake It's Morning' -

'If you're going to fight a war that's over nothing, make sure you join the side that's going to win / No-one's sure how all of this got started, but we're gonna make them goddamn certain how it's gonna end'

Anyway, here are a couple of tracks from 'Lifted...':

Bright Eyes: Nothing Gets Crossed Out

Bright Eyes: False Advertising

and a blistering performance of 'Road to Joy' on Craig Ferguson, followed by an incredibly cringeworthy interview:



Why do they keep cheering everything he says? Stupid Americans.

Monday 3 September 2007

I'm not sad. I'm just disappointed.


In 2001, Irish band The Frames released a record called 'For The Birds'. It is a diamond in the rough of their discography, and is one of the most beautiful and affecting albums I know. The almost-too-quiet vocals and fragile guitar parts sound like they're going to fall apart at any time. They have been making music steadily for almost 20 years, but this record stands out amongst everything they - or anyone else - has done for a while. That's not very well phrased, because I'm very tired. But it's a great album.

They also have some pretty strong opinions on the modern music industry. They give an eye-opening insight into how their 1999 album 'Dance the Devil' was commercialised by American producer Trevor Horn here.

The Frames: Disappointed

The Frames: Headlong

Ps In my new life as a hotshot journalist, I am interviewing the actor Richard Wilson on Friday.