Fleet Foxes – Helplessness Blues

“If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning, I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land” – for those of us of a certain age this song brings back memories of Ed “Stewpot” Stewart’s Junior Choice and Peter, Paul & Mary’s happy-clappy interpretation; the younger generation are probably more familiar with Changing Rooms’ Handy Andy’s novelty version (gulp). In fact, the song was written by Pete Seeger and Lee Hays in the late 1940s in support of the emerging post-war progressive movement, which was focused heavily on labour rights – something of a rallying call in austere times. On the title track of hirsute Seattle folkies (©) Fleet Foxes’ new album Robin Pecknold sings “If I had an orchard I'd work till I'm raw; if I had an orchard I'd work till I'm sore - and you would wait tables and soon run the store”. It may not be as rousing but it’s certainly indicative of the mood that informs the band’s sophomore effort: while not overtly “political”, this set is often more focussed on the day-to-day than their previous effort was.

Helplessness Blues (the track) is an excellent centrepiece: opening quietly with acoustic guitar & voice, Pecknold informs us that, although he was taught to believe that he “…was somehow unique - like a snowflake” he would now “rather be a functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me”. The sound opens out and the voices start to layer as he continues to set out a manifesto which accepts the need to be part of a meaningful movement while maintaining individuality: “I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you; or bow down and be grateful and say ‘sure, take all that you see’ to the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me”.
The lyrics could, I suppose, be interpreted as rather more precious & egocentric and refer instead to being in a suddenly-successful band with all of the “pressures” that entails, but I’d prefer to think that it’s a commentary on the Western World’s current economic status. The “orchard” refrain at the end seems to reinforce this opinion.

There has also been a slight shift in the band’s musical template for this album; it feels like the second-hand vinyl shops in their locale have run out of the American 1960s folk & psychedelia referenced so enthusiastically on their previous releases, forcing the band to look across the Atlantic and absorb some of the English and Irish folk-rock of the 1970s instead. The Plains/Bitter Dancer resembles a somewhat sinister Morris Dance overlaid with a faintly eastern canon of voices before the second section delivers an almost medieval melody. The Shrine/An Argument is an even more convoluted medley: it opens with a Christy Moore feel and refers brightly to “apples in the summer” before shifting down-tempo to a fairground waltz-time which suddenly sees the world rather more pessimistically (“in the morning, waking up to terrible sunlight”). The mood-swing isn’t complete there, oh no sirree… the pace drops once more to become almost funereal, and then a “freeform jazzy” (?) squawking sax takes centre-stage; it’s certainly experimental, but I have to admit this last section made me think of Pigbag tuning up.

It’s not, by any means, all wild deviation from their established template though. With its swooping air and Beach Boys harmonies, opening track Montezuma is not a million miles away from the Sun Giant EP’s Mykonos (actually it’s 6,896 miles, pedants), Battery Kinzie is all bass drum & hammered piano  - a close cousin to the previous album’s White Winter Hymnal highlight - and Someone You'd Admire is fairly straightforward and wouldn’t sound out of place on the latest R.E.M. album. Sim Sala Bim  - a magician’s incantation à la “abracadabra”- is also firmly in the band’s established mystical hunting ground both lyrically & musically (the outro is a great frenetic guitar riff that brings Crosby, Stills & Nash’s Marrakesh Express to mind).

Lorelai is probably the most personal song on the album. It has a much fuller sound - layers of voices and tambourines over another waltz beat - and while it initially sounds as if we’re in for a bleak few minutes (“So, guess I got old - I was like trash on the sidewalk”) it’s actually plaintive and yearning (“I was old news to you then”). There’s a lovely drop to a minor key for the middle 8 and it closes with footsteps echoing into the distance. A real highlight.

There are moments when I found myself disengaging from the album, it has to be said: the finger-clicking Bedouin Dress has a Gaelic violin-driven feel (and features the album’s first mention of mythical Irish island Innisfree – it crops up in The Shrine/An Argument too) but it does meander a bit; The Cascades is a short guitar-led instrumental, similar to those that Nick Drake occasionally dropped into the middle of his albums… not unpleasant but neither particularly memorable.

Blue-Spotted Tail is all plucked acoustic guitar (again!) with a very simple melody – pleasant but a little slight. Grown Ocean, however, brings proceedings to a close on a rather more exciting up-tempo note.

This is not really for everyone; one of my friends, following an enthusiastic recommendation of their eponymous debut, lambasted me a couple of weeks later for making him "listen to a load of hippy sh**”. There’s probably nothing here likely to change his mind but it is a thoughtful, interesting and melodic collection.

And I’ve made it through a full Fleet Foxes review without once mentioning Grizzly Adams… damn, just blew it!

Helplessness Blues is released in all formats on May 2nd (UK), May 3rd (US).

Radiohead – Supercollider / The Butcher

Nice! An unsolicited email from Radiohead’s W.A.S.T.E. arrived this morning announcing “two tracks for your listening pleasure” which (it seemed at pains to point out) were “not part of a new loyalty points scheme, a Radiohead clubcard or even an air miles redeemable reward type thing... just a big old-fashioned thank you!”.

Supercollider and The Butcher were released on limited edition 12” vinyl (very limited - 2,000 copies only!) to mark Independent Record Store Day on Saturday April 16^th. In keeping with their rather singular approach to disseminating their music the band has opted out of reselling them in any form just yet (even the “pay what you like” approach used for In Rainbows) and instead mailed a completely gratis link to their subscribers – or, at least, those of us who’ve shelled out for the yet-to-be-received “Newspaper Album” version of The King of Limbs (previously reviewed here).

So what do we get? Actually, a couple of really good tracks.

Supercollider opens with a sharp, crisp electronic pulse-beat followed by a canon of swirling synths fading in to lay down the backdrop for a rather lovely melody. The lyrics are typically oblique (and hard to catch, if I’m honest!) but the theme seems to be about dust, particles, pixilations “in a blue light, in a green light, in a half light, in a work light”, building up to what sounds like Thom trying to convince us that he’s upbeat at the end (“I have jettisoned my illusions, I have dislodged my depressions, I put the shadows back into the boxes”) – I, for one, don’t buy it! This is a long (over 7 minutes) workout for a song that doesn’t adhere to a verse/chorus/middle-8 structure but it rides its time well; layer upon layer of instruments are added including (yes!) Jonny’s guitar. It all puts me in mind of the better moments from LDC Soundsytem’s This is Happening.

The Butcher is driven by a heavier marching drum loop and deep deep bass, along with creepy organ, wailing backing vocals and a far gloomier vocal – but it all works really well! Lyrically this is much darker territory – quite visceral horror, really: “Cut out, chop, liver on the block, my heart still pumping” ending with the frankly unnerving refrain “he's a warrior, warrior, he's a little bitch coming out of him”.

The email informed us that “The Butcher was recorded and mixed during The King of Limbs sessions but we couldn't make it work on the album; Supercollider was started during those sessions and finished off in March of this year”. It’s hard to see the logic in the former statement (it is neither wildly different from, nor overly similar to, anything else on the album) but second-guessing Radiohead’s motives is a pointless exercise. Supercollider would definitely have fitted nicely into the album’s overall soundscape and opened up some space in the flow. In this “digital age” though it’s easy to tack them onto the end of the album on one’s mp3 player – and that’s exactly what I’ve done.

Thanks very much guys… now, when do I get my “Newspaper Album” edition of The King of Limbs? 

Supercollider & The Butcher are available for download from W.A.S.T.E. by email invitation, or you could try buying a vinyl copy on eBay if you've got £100+ to spare. Alternatively I'm sure they will be available in other purchasable forms soon.

Source Code (director: Duncan Jones)

Zowie Bowie, Rolan Bolan… oh how we laughed at the short-lived penchant of early 70s Glam Rock Stars to come up with silly rhyming names for their offspring. The erstwhile Zowie is all grown-up now and going under the rather more conventional moniker of “Duncan Jones” (co-opting his father’s birth surname). Jones is a rising star of a director, having given us the excellent intelligent SF movie Moon in 2009 and now following it up with this intriguing further entry in the same genre – admittedly more of thriller in nature this time though.

Source Code certainly hits the ground running: US military pilot Captain Colter Stevens (Jake Gyllenhaal) wakes to find himself on board a rush-hour commuter train. Sitting opposite him is a girl called Christina (Michelle Monaghan) who is chatting in a matter-of-fact manner about her life (“I took your advice…”) suggesting that they are good friends. Colter has no idea who she is and proceeds to inform her so; she is confused by this and insists that he’s a school-teacher named Sean Fentman. A trip to the lavatory, discovery of ID confirming this in his wallet and a glimpse in the mirror showing Fentman’s face only adds to his confusion. Then a huge explosion rips through the train, completely obliterating it, and Colter suddenly finds himself alone, strapped into a small dark capsule.

This is a stunning opening and the movie continues apace as the basic set-up of the plot is revealed right up-front (so the following is not really a spoiler): Stevens is part of a military programme which seems to be called "Beleaguered Castle". This project involves use of an experimental process known as “Source Code”, based upon the concept that the brain of the recently deceased can be accessed soon after death and that the human mind has a near-perfect recall facility of 8 minutes; this means that those last 8 minutes can be “relived” in perpetuity by a proxy test subject. Colter is a “perfect match” for the aforementioned Sean Fentman, who was, indeed, a teacher on a train into Chicago which was destroyed by a terrorist bomb that morning. The unknown bomber is also in possession of a dirty bomb which he/she intends to detonate in Chicago later that day – so Stevens is required to relive Fentman’s final 8 minutes on the train repeatedly in an attempt to identify the terrorist.

Having started with a Quantum Leap moment re the lavatory mirror we now move into, most obviously, Groundhog Day territory; however, the fact that this film references (intentionally, I’m sure) so many others should not detract from the fact that it is quite original in its plotting and execution. Colter’s link, via video screen, to the outside world is through Captain Carol Goodwin (Vera Farmiga – excellent in Up in the air and just as convincing in a completely different type of role here). The development of this remote relationship, without ever wandering into any kind of romantic territory, is certainly reminiscent of A Matter of Life & Death.

As Stevens repeats and repeats his journey, considering, eliminating, reconsidering suspects at each stage, his relationship with Christina (remember – based upon basically the same repeated 8 minute sequence) grows without us ever learning anything more about her than we really knew at the outset. Gyllenhaal and Monaghan manage to make this work convincingly – indeed, the acting is consistently good throughout… and I haven’t even mentioned yet the slightly creepy turn by Jeffrey Wright as Rutledge – the programme director (inventor?) of Source Code: Dr Strangelove and Dr House combined!

It’s hard to write anything more about the plot without giving away the subtle twists during its relatively short (just over 90 minutes) running time; indeed, there’s an excellent homage to yet another famous 80s SF movie that I won’t reveal as it would divulge a particularly clever and moving moment… but I’m sure any fans of this field of film will recognise it when it happens. There's also a lovely bit of supporting casting which references one of the sources that I have already mentioned above.

To me, the basic philosophy as the movie unfolds goes something like:
Is this really only a replay of an historical event? If so, how can Colter/Fentman alter the sequence of events? If the events are altered, especially to the point of altering the outcome of many or all of the parties involved, what does this mean? Could this affect the “real world”? What is the “real world”?

If you start to think about the hokey science and/or the effects of any of the above questions then the intrinsic logic of the overall concept may start to unravel (and I admit the ending didn’t work for me completely at first); however, if you go with the flow, accept the anomalies and empathise with the believable Stevens then this is a great ride and (I suspect) one of those films that will stand up to repeated viewing.

I love the work of the late Philip K. Dick and, to me, it’s high praise that this movie feels like one of his musings on “the human condition” and ranks alongside the better efforts at translating his prose to screen: Blade Runner, Minority Report… even Total Recall (regardless of Arnie!). If you want a good blockbuster with a bit of thinking involved then this is well worth a look.

Source Code is on general release in cinemas now.

Alex Turner – Submarine.

Arctic Monkeys are probably the only ‘Web 2.0’ music success not funded on the QT by the established industry - I’m looking at you Sandi Thom - and became a phenomenon by sticking to their guns and writing eloquently in language with mass-market appeal; having the best drummer in many a year didn’t hurt either! Alex Turner and Miles Kane’s nascent super-group The Last Shadow Puppets 2008 effort The Age of the Understatement was an intriguing hybrid of his inimitable vocal styling and John Barry arrangements. After the slightly disappointing & over-produced Humbug, and squeezing in just ahead of the forthcoming Suck It and See, comes another side project, this one solo.

Submarine is the directorial movie debut of IT Crowd’s Richard Ayoade. It’s an 80s-set comedy-drama, based on the novel by Joe Dunthorne, concerning a 15 year-old’s attempts to lose his virginity while simultaneously saving his parents’ marriage. Turner has written the soundtrack… so far, so ‘Badly Drawn Boy’s About a Boy’.

What we have here is a short collection: 6 titles (although the opener is a 50 second preview of Stuck on the Puzzle, so 5½ songs may be more accurate), making it a - what? EP? Mini-album? Albumette? Whatever it is, it signifies a departure from his previous work; not exactly ground-breaking, but surprisingly wistful.

After the intro (piano & acoustic guitar refrain with a short, almost whispered verse) the set opens properly with Hiding Tonight. It’s hard not to think of fellow Sheffield cove Richard Hawley here; the lyrics remain firmly in familiar Turner territory (“I’ll know the way back if you know the way”), but the vocal delivery is restrained, understated and really rather lovely. Glass in the Park continues in the same vein: a great gentle melody delivering a paean to young love with minimal accompaniment.

It's Hard to Get Around the Wind is voice, acoustic guitar and typical Turner wordsmithery: “It’s like you’re trying to get to Heaven in a hurry and the queue is shorter than you thought it’d be and the doorman says ‘you need to get a wristband’” – which is then wonderfully rhymed with “quicksand”. Penultimate track Stuck on the Puzzle is a reverse-reprise of the opener, broadens the sound out to a more familiar band feel and is a real highlight. Piledriver Waltz is the most musically and lyrically complex track here, with shifts in the time signature and allusions to “breakfast at the Heartbreak Hotel" where "your waitress was miserable and so was your food".

All in all this is a really strong collection well worth investigation; in particular, Turner’s vocals are tuneful, melodic and well suited to this change of pace for him. I’m looking forward to seeing how these excellent songs play in the context of the film.

Submarine is now available as a CD, 10” vinyl or download from the usual outlets.

R.E.M. - Collapse into Now.

Approached this one with a mixture of (mild) anticipation and (greater) trepidation. REM are a band that I’ve followed for nearly 30 years, from their indie-pup days (I bought Murmur because of a review that read “welcome the American Gang of Four”) through the world-conquering 90s to their current ‘are they still going?’ status. The generally-held view seems to be that they jumped the shark when drummer Bill Berry left in 1997 and that they haven’t produced anything of real worth since. OK, one could argue that no entire collection since New Adventures in Hi-Fi has been a totally compelling set but it’s easy to forget, given the band’s longevity, that there have been real highlights since their realignment to a 3-piece core; obvious examples: The Great Beyond, Daysleeper, Bad Day, Imitation of Life, Leaving New York, Supernatural Superserious. I can think of many highly-rated bands who would like ‘duds’ such as those in their back catalogue.

Still, I have to admit that my slight apprehension was based upon a nagging feeling that REM have spent the last decade or so either treading water (the far-too-sombre Around the Sun) or trying too hard (the all-out-rock-attack of Accelerate). Reveal was a good-ole pop album but (with the exception of the aforementioned Imitation of Life) the tunes just weren’t from the top drawer. I have a lot of time for Up (which is probably the most disliked album of their career but, for me, generates a chill-out mood missing from most of their work and was, at least, adventurous) - but it’s hard not to agree with the perception that they haven’t been ‘essential’ for quite some time.

So… it’s 2011, 3 years on from Accelerate – is Collapse into Now worth the wait? Opening track Dicoverer isn’t bad at all – swirling echoing guitar hook with a slight Middle-Eastern feel and chanting vocals – and then comes the rockier All the Best, which would sit nicely on Life’s Rich Pageant. ÜBerlin seems to be a fairly meaningless plea to escape the daily drudge (some wittering on about changing stations & meteors) but does deliver a classic mid-period REM change of pace and has a typical quirky video to enhance the overall effect.

 

Oh My Heart is probably the only overt ‘social commentary’ song on the album – it’s obviously a paean to post-Katrina New Orleans – and includes a lovely horn/accordion/mandolin backdrop, but this was the first track that made me think ‘REM by numbers’. It Happened Today carries on in the same vein as the preceding 2 tracks and, while not entirely unpleasant, I was hoping for a change of tempo to maintain interest.

Just as I was settling into a feeling of ‘pleasant but not compelling album’ along comes Every Day is Yours to Win. This is even slower and mellower but… it’s a complete gem! The guitar intro is very simple but wonderfully evocative, the lyrics and Stipe’s phrasing (the mid-line breath gaps particularly) click immediately, the vocal soaring on the short & simple chorus brings to mind Find the River from Automatic for the People - but this song doesn’t deserve to be pigeon-holed as a sound-alike; for me, it is up there with the very best work they’ve ever done. Michael even manages to slip in some of his trademark mild sarcasm without it sounding contrived or smug:

“With the warp and the wooze and the subterfuge, does it all look bitter & blue? Well I’m nothing but confused, with nothing left to lose – and if you buy that I’ve got a bridge for you.”

From this marvellous mid-point the album moves back up a gear. Forthcoming single Mine Smell Like Honey fairly bops along; while the chorus is yet another retread of Bad Day that’s not really such a bad thing. Walk it Back is very similar in tone to the earlier Oh My Heart but not quite as intense – I defy you to not be singing along to the chorus by the last refrain. Alligator_Aviator_Autopilot_Antimatter might just be the album’s only total misfire; this really is a virtual rewrite of Animal and wastes guest star Peaches.

That Someone is You is jangly and much better, with some neat verbal tricks (“Sharon Stone Casino, Scarface Al Pacino, ’74 Torino”). It certainly lingers longer in the memory than Me, Marlon Brando, Marlon Brando And I – another slowing of pace with a melody so forgettable that I had to check the track-listing to remember it was there!

Then we’re at the closer – Blue – which is potentially the most interesting track here. A fuzz-drenched soundscape is the backdrop for Michael to let loose with what seems to be a stream-of-consciousness tone poem, while further guest Patti Smith (used far more effectively) supplies backing vocals which almost seem to be in harmony with Stipe’s speaking. This really is a departure from the norm and shows that there’s experimental life in the old dogs yet ;-). The track ends with a reprise of the riff from opener Dicoverer, which plays the common (but still quite neat) trick of bringing the album full circle.

Collapse into Now is not likely to make any new converts but it definitely has flashes of magic. It’s noticeable that every resemblance that any of these tracks has to anything else is from their own back-catalogue – in fact, if I had to compare the entire album to a previous one the closest in tone & feel is probably Green.

Trepidation assuaged and anticipation reasonably rewarded – by no means perfect, but this is quite a good un.

Collapse Into Now is available now from stockists (if any still exist in the digital age) or for download from all the usual places.

KNOBILEAKS: Transcript of Jamie Carragher’s apology to Nani.

In the first of a very occasional series KNOBILEAKS brings you transcripts of conversations that other leaking-sites can’t be arsed with.

It was very gracious of Big Jamie to offer his apologies to the MU dressing room at half-time yesterday following his "horror-challenge" (© Sky Sports); however some, it has to be said, are doubting the sincerity or taste in his decision to sing said apology:

“Nani are you OK? Nani are you OK? Are you OK Nani? You’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by a Scouse Carragher.”

(Actual conversation may not have taken place).

The Sad Sudden Cessation of Scorer

Dave Storry, the lynchpin centre-forward of legendary Premiership club Tolcaster United, has entertained millions in the daily cartoon strip Scorer in The Mirror since 1989. Not at all resembling a dark-haired randier Roy of the Rovers, Dave’s exploits have enthralled generations as he’s worked his way up from Fourth Division Stonely Wanderers to become one of the most prolific strikers in the world. Along with his trusty team-mates Phil Weggle (captain, aged about 96 with Peter Stringfellow hair), Wayne Sutton (not like Wayne Rooney at all), Benito Pinnavaro (swarthy, Italian, untrustworthy around WAGs) all under the guidance of manager Jack Hocherty (Scottish, says “och” a lot, always swigs whisky from a hip-flask – so not like Fergie at all) we’ve followed the trials & tribulations of Tolcaster for over 2 decades. They’ve been relegated, in administration, kidnapped on overseas tour but also won countless trophies and fought gamely on with true grit.

In parallel with the on-pitch action we’ve been privileged to share the ups & downs of Dave’s relationship with girlfriend Ulrika (Swedish model with a REAL LIFE fan club – go figure).

Dave’s popularity with the ladies, along with Ulrika’s popularity with the lads (and ladies) has provided many moments of high-drama over the years, giving a truly ingenious double-meaning to the title 'Scorer'.

Although one could pick any single episode from this monumental saga as a highlight, who could possibly forget that amazing moment in June 2007 when Dave’s exploits came to the attention of then Liverpool manager Rafa Benitez?

BBC 606 News: Liverpool to land world class striker

Sadly it came to nothing and the Reds promptly went out and bought Fernando Torres instead; how things could have turned out differently for poor Rafa!

Anyway….

The story has been meandering along in its usual fashion over the last few weeks. Tolcaster are mid-table in the Premiership but they’re through to the knock-out stages of the Europa League and have just been held 1-1 at home by “The Austrians” (no team name given) in the first leg. They’re also still in the FA Cup. Meanwhile Ulrika has been receiving presents from a mystery admirer which has had an effect on Dave’s performance (fnar fnar); we found out last week that they’re from her friend Fallon, who has now declared that she "fancies" both Dave and Ulrika.

With the tension mounting I opened last Saturday’s Mirror excitedly, knowing that the next round of the FA Cup was going to be covered, to be confronted with this:

 WHAT???? 

Has there ever been a crappier conclusion to a series? Ulrika’s final speech-bubble has obviously been amended hastily; it seems that The Mirror has decided that reruns of Garth (sigh) from the 1970s had to replace Scorer NOW. Even 'The Mystery of Edwin Drood' seemed more complete!

How can the story end with so many plot-lines dangling? What will happen to Dave/Ulrika/Fallon? What about the Europa League? Will Chairman Simon (who has been subtly portrayed as possibly being gay) get his wish to play for the first team and share the communal bath at Wembley when they win the FA Cup?

It’s a sad day for English football.