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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

THE TOP 10 ALBUMS 2009

It's the end of the year, and it's time to sum up all that has been done and hasn't been done. It's time to recall how many dates we screwed up, how many times we promised ourselves never to light a cigarette before 10 in the morning ( say I, as i fumble around for my lighter), the number of times we giggled with our friends on their couch, tears shed at 3 am in front of your best friends door because you are spending another night alone in your bed, The boss who is as magnificiently mad as you, the concerts you spent guzzling down beer, the nights where you were up till 4 am reading a book, you wouldn't ever dare read in public ( twilight men are from mars women are from venus anyone???) the heartbreaks, the breakup sex, the wake up sex, the feel good sex, the mad sex, the couch sex, the rebound sex and last but not least all the people you have plainly simply hugged just because you love them and they made your 2009 worth living.
Well My 2009 is contained in these 10 albums.
Indeed it is a fairly unoriginal top ten ( as the Inrocks and Chronic'art will prove), and most men will go tssssss what a fu*king girl, how typical. But quite honestly, if an album hasn't made me cry, laugh,punch or snog someone, then it just ain't worth being here.

1. ANIMAL COLLECTIVE- Merriweather Post Pavillon


Released in January 2009, it announced the beginning of a year, of renewal, forgiveness, maturity and mutual effort. Girls is the sort of song that reminds me why I was born a girl and why we were made to be sang to, and why i'ts just marvellous to have a pair of boobs and interpret music in a way that no man ever could.


2. DIRTY PROJECTORS- Bitte Orca


Everytime I listen to this album riding the underground it takes me to the top of Norwegian mountains, and has the knack of making me feel insanely sexy in a " au natural"way attired in a grubby swedish woolly jumper. And no matter how many times I will hear " Anne-Sophie you look so unsexy in that fat moth eaten jumper", if I am listening to Dirty Projectors than you can plainly bugger off, because I'll be strutting the strut all the way down the street.. OK!


3- ATLAS SOUND- Logos


A collegue from work was listening to this in october, and as I came down the stairs I litterally threatened to burn his mogwai cd collection ( he is a hardcore fan) if he didn't tell me who was singing ( oh you know just the guy from DEERHUNTER).
I really would have liked to put this first just for Walkabout, unfortunatly I do not like all the songs equally so I forced myself to place it third. Walkabout is a real work of art. The concert was stunning as Bradford Cox was haloed by lights that just made every thing seem as if magic had decided to make a sudden come back into this dismal and bleak period of uncertainty.
Tears really did roll down my face as half of the concert gazed in amazement at a show that to me was the biggest concert of 2009. An album to listen to whilst dancing around with the one you love in underwear around the flat, or under the covers where you play tie the knot with his feet.


4- PHOENIX- Wolfgang Amadeus


Simply because Phoenix reminds me of some very good times, and because they sing under eiffel towers ( cf. Blogothèque sessions) without looking corny.


5- DEAD MANS BONES- Dead Man's Bones


Ghouls, ghosts and a kids choir. If you have a minimum of a heart or childhood spirit, if a pack of kids dressed up in their mums old sheets, belting out " My Bodies a Zombie for you" and an inclination for men with breaches is the kind of "assemblage" that makes you go awwwwwww, ,then you know why this album deserves to be in 5 place.
Amazingly composed this album is an ode to the type of love that can cripple a soul " I won't go whistling by your grave". Beautiful, difficult, and heart wrenching coateded with pink iceing. A sweet nightmare delivered by a pack of starry eyed kids, proud to be singing next to Ryan Gossling. Keep your eyes open because this will probabally go internet viral before long.

6- JONSI AND ALEX- Rice Boy Sleeps


Released in July 2009, This album, composed by Jonsi ( Sigur Ros) and his boyfriend Alex, makes every hair stand on end. It's probabally the saddest album I have listened to in a few years, and do not expect it to mend a broken heart. Filled with echoeing choirs, reminding us of the wonders of scandanvian shyness and magnificence that western europeans like us will never begin to understand, it delivers tracks that remind us of the cinammen hot chocolate our mother used to make when we scraped our knees, and messing around with grubby fingers in the compost heap in the back garden.
Many people will not understand my choice in placing this album 6th but its beauty to me is completly and utterly undeniable, and on a snowy day like this, there is nothing, nicer than walking through parks with this playing in my ears.


7- WILD BEASTS- Two Dancers


Their concert was fantastic ( although if I recall there was a pesky man blocking my view who smelt like a wet dog and was playing it arty with a lomo), they are witty, sassy, modest and have made an album stuffed with addictive hits. "All the Kings Men" is one of the catchiest songs that 2009 has had to deliver. It reminds me of a song that you could find on the now hits 1998 compilation. Your parents would buy it for you, but in the end there was only one song out of the 40 others that you would play repeatedly on your cd player.
Well this song is exactly the same.


8- GRIZZLY BEAR- Veckatimist



Because you gotta love the geek album, with their shiny skin, and songs about falling hopelessly in love in between two games of world of warcraft and Nintendo Wii. And preppy is very this season, I could have one of those hanging off my arm.


9- THE DODOS- Time To Die


Because we all like a bit of néo- folk even if indie hardcorers will scoff in their checkered lumber jack shirts (*scoff scoff scoff Fleet Foxes, it could be on a swiffer advert now scoff scoff scoff*).


10- FUCK BUTTONS- Tarot Spirit


Just because the guy plays a massive drum and looks hot doing it, because the Bristolian duo do drone and electro like no other. Because playing parrot sounds over a voice ressembling Children Of Bodom is amazing. And because mixing violence with a relaxation tape from the nature store Maison du Monde, well no one else can do it quite like them.


PS; VERY IMPORTANT, I swear with my little pinkie that I haven't seen the Pitch fork rating ....... yet

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Fanfarlo- Year of the woman slug


I have one of these midweek headaches, where all I can hope for is a bit of piece and quiet.
It might have been last nights drinks, or accumulated stressed from having lately been over exposed to certain persons idiotic theories and concepts of life, that just make you want to flush your head down a toilet and only emerge from your bed in 2020.
It's one of those days where the only thing you can do apart from grow roots in your feet, is call a friend ( on speaker phone, holding the phone is to exhausting innit?) who has the magic power to half listen to your problems whilst filling out her tax papers.
Oh yeah I forgot posting music, that I can also do.

Fanfarlo- 5 brits, funfair music for virgins, a good dress sense,multiple instruments, and catchy melodies, what more could you ask for?

http://www.zshare.net/audio/6123672496cd4e1c/
http://www.zshare.net/audio/612372180ee6a476/

Monday, June 1, 2009

Grizzly Bear and its Two weeks pretty boys

Yeah, when I dished out the mash up of Hood Internet on one of my previous posts, I had this image of grizzly bear being your typical beard faced indie group, the song Alligator found on their amazing album Horn of Plenty, is a testimony to the cute names that you give to the one you love.
And then there is this, a video of 4 rather fucked up young men with severe skin problems, saucer cup eyes, and well... they just look fucked don't they?
In fact they are almost like Ventriloquist dolls which actually sounds like veckatimest ,name of their album ( sorry just thought i would try and look smart)
In anycase upon meeting Vampire Weekend last year at a festival, I had taken quite a shine to the catholic upper class yuppie who liked to keep his Ralph Lauren socks on whilst fucking. Ezra Koenig had me converted to his ideals in under 20 seconds, and i would have gone straight out to buy Lacoste knickers.
Unfortunatly this year the young pedophile bow tie look, really isn't doing it for me Even if their video is to be taken far from seriously, they play the sleezebag mummy's boys of the Hamptons so well, it's just disturbing.. or depressing
sighhhhh

A call to the girls who are happy in their own back yard

I have been warned never to let my private life appear on this blog, never to let an emotion slip, to behave like a complete ice maiden who outside of the blogosphere doesn't actually have a real existence, where nothing ever comes to disrupt the rythm, where nothing can strive to make me unhappy or make me simply want to celebrate life.

When I hit 24 I thought , "I am getting a bit old for the innocent look, too wise for naïve happiness, too cynical for pretty pictures, too burnt by emotions of jealousy, possession and betrayal to even go back to something softer". But as time goes on, I realise that it is a gift, given to few, to be able to appreciate the pretty and simple things in life.
No matter how hard people try to batter your moral it is essentiel to keep a certain childhood innocence whilst learning to grow up at the same time.
It's nothing to be able to call your self a wise man, an intellectual, a man of words, a wealthy business man, if you can't feel the most primordial and primitive feelings of happiness. The people who die fulfilled are those who never try to chase happiness and perfection beyond the hills but who find it in the people who are close to them when they wake up and who lift you up no matter how weak they may be themselves, or how empty their pockets are.
I just wanted to celebrate the fact that I am a girl, that I enjoy behaving like one, that I can still find reasons to smile at the most mushiest of things, that I can be smart and lucid yet sensitive, that I will always take great pleasure in sharing the little things in life that make it a smoother wave to ride on.





Sunday, May 3, 2009

Sunday Cover Compilations





It's the Sunday covers compilation.
To listen to this there are certain do's and dont's

Don'ts:

-Don't move, the sink full of washing up can be done tomorrow
- Don't pick up your ringing phone, it's the parents making sure that you haven't kept your teenage habits of staying in bed all day
- Don't watch politics on tv on Sunday, it kills all sexual urges
- Don't wash the f**king car
- Don't spend your day on Twitter, with your eyes screwed to the screen especially if your girlfriend spent her weeks salary on not so very christian Sunday underwear
-Girls, don't make it "sunday pimple bursting day", he decided to get off twitter, seize the occasion to have an "afternoon nap"
- Don't send "lol" ,porn hub, porn tube, College humour links to your friends, because they won't answer anyway, they are busy having sex whilst your girlfriend is already out of the door in a huff
- Don't try to remember last night, (which mainly/probabally consists of vomiting in a random guy's/girls lap and flirting with the singer of the band who had his girlfriend next to him) it's just plain down right depressing and will lead to an excess consumption of Macdonalds in a lame greasy attempt to ease the pain of the humiliation.



DO's
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Do all the mushy stuff, like compare your girlfriend/ boyfriend to cute animals, no one has to know and it helps get over the hang over.
- Do stay in Bed with your malboro lights, your magazines, your coral coloured nail varnish or your i phone ( so you can secretly twit when she goes for a pee).
- Do go out and grab a sushi in your H&M hoodie, and run back home under the rain to get back under the quilts.
- Have Sunday sex, go back to sleep, wake up and scan the fridge for whatever you can fry up.

Enjoy!

Junior Boys- Dull To Pause
Dr Dog- Heart It Races (Architecture in Helsinki)
Arcade Fire- Wake up ( where the wild things are version)
Asobi Seksu- Thursday
Gang Gang Dance- House of Jam
Grand Archives- Sleep Driving
Grizzly Bear- Alligator
High Places- From Stardust to Sentience
Papercuts- Unavailable
Passion Pit- Smile Upon Me
Peter Bjorn and John- Paris 2004