Saturday 11 September 2010

Moderate depression

Today, I delve into the land of literature.
A short while ago I wrote a review of the newest 'Bombay Bicycle Club' album called 'Flaws'. The reason for this I shall not explain (it is complicated and not very interesting), but i present it here and now for all to read and make judgement upon.

Bombay Bicycle Club

Flaws

Bombay Bicycle Club, a band that some may confuse with The British Broadcasting Corporation, through a similarity of initials. Although, in reality, this is the only similarity between an astounding, young band on their way to certain greatness and the largest broadcasting company in the world.

‘Flaws’, the new album by Bloody Brilliant Club, soothes your heart from the very first, beautiful note. Jack Steadman’s faltering tones pick you up and cradle you in their arms whilst gently stroking your hair. The listener may very well find themselves in a state of bliss as they are transported to BBC’s acoustic land of love.

BBC became more widely acknowledged through the release of their debut onslaught of brilliance ‘I Had The Blues But I Shook Them Loose’. However, the decision to make an exclusively acoustic second album has paid off enormously and this dissonant style accentuates the band’s true, charming character.

The afore released Ivy & Gold provides the foundations for the other songs to improvise on and is one of the album’s highlights. The additional pinnacle comes in last four minutes and fourteen seconds where the cover of Joanna Newsom’s ‘Swansea’ lulls the eleven-part odyssey to a close. The listener’s anticipation is slightly dulled around track seven as ‘Word By Word’ feels like an album filler and is a touch disappointing. However, this does not by any means ruin the mood set by the band named after an Indian restaurant in their native North London.

Along side the refreshingly different music is the obvious enjoyment that Bombay Bicycle Club get from playing their instruments. All one has to do is see the band play live and it is automatically apparent from their Cheshire Cat smiles that being in BBC is the greatest thing in the world. This is so inspirational in a music industry overpopulated by corporate record label boss puppeteers controlling plastic, soulless artists.

‘Flaws’ may be the name of the album but this is not at all the right expression to describe this tour de force or the band that created it.


Also, here is a lovely picture i took whilst at one of their gigs.

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Wednesday 8 September 2010

Un pix

Cigarette, cigarette. Marlboro, Lucky.



Thursday 2 September 2010

No fucking in the park.

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This sign now reads 'No Fucking In The Park'. I think the original is better though, it poses more intellectual stimulation. One wonders why a park is called such if it is forbidden to carry out the aforementioned act there. Now, it is fairly obvious why one should not fuck in a park, without having to mention the legal issues. However if parking in a park is such a faux pas, why call a park, a park?