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Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever – French Press (2017)

April 28, 2017 Leave a comment

One of the records of the year so far! Classic Australian jangle pop released on the legendary Sub Pop records label. Heard it on a CD sampler from Uncut magazine 45 minutes ago and it qualified immediately to be elevated to the pantheon of thebestmusicofalltime!

The, ahem, official video and then a live version from the USA!

 

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Kylie Minogue – Can’t Get You Out Of My Head (2001)

December 8, 2014 Leave a comment

A worthy follow up on the blog to the (pre/post) punk squall of Pere Ubu at their finest.

My other and half and I were out at a party on Saturday (oh, yes) and the DJ was, to be completely fair to him, absolutely clueless.

However, when he inadvertently stumbled upon this piece of pop genius, I had no option but to make haste to the dance floor. This provoked some bewilderment and ridicule from my good lady as, in her (erroneous) recollection,  I would normally refuse to dance to anything more commercial than a Crispy Ambulance b-side … ideally, a scratchy live version recorded on a Walkman.

However, close followers of this blog (good evening sir!) will know that I love Kylie Minogue at her best and have previously posted her “synth pop classic” (imagine Being Boiled era Human League) Slow, here.

“Can’t Get You Out Of My Head” is Kylie in her New Order phase; relentless electro-pop with killer hooks aplenty.

To demonstrate this point, see below for the original single and then a classic “mash-up” of “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head” with New Order’s “Blue Monday”. Seamless.

God – My Pal (1987)

August 18, 2012 1 comment

Ah, what could be better in life than a few snotty Australian teenagers with too much time on their hands?

Instead of following their peers and spending their valuable time kangaroo spotting and/or producing impromptu sketches of Ayers Rock while humming Rolf Harris classics, these lads instead decided to concoct a stone cold indie-punk-rock classic.

With lyrics conveying the universal teenage truths ….

You’re my only friend

You don’t even like me ….

As the followers of this blog will know (good evening John and Amy), I am a massive fan of Australian music and simply refer you to these previous posts as proof … Go-Betweens (here), NIck Cave (here), Cosmic Psychos (here), AC/DC (here), The Saints (here), Dirty Three (here), Kylie Minogue (here), Screaming Tribesmen (here), Radio Birdman (here) and, er, Rolf Harris (here).

The 7″ single version …

 

The Go-Betweens – Part Company (1984)

June 16, 2012 Leave a comment

Yet another rain break in the cricket as the English “summer” struggles to snap into life – 17 degrees and falling ….

Still, the continuing deluge offers a chance to post this work of Australian genius.

As my small and exclusive band of followers will know, I’ve posted a pretty diverse range of Australian tracks over the months, many of which appear to be more popular in the northern hemisphere than “down under”; though, frankly, that is not always saying something …. (For example, check here for The Saints, here for AC/DC, here for Cosmic Psychos, here for Screaming Tribesmen, here for Radio Birdman, here for Nick Cave and here for, er, Rolf Harris ….)

The Go-Betweens have always been one of my favourite bands and this is one of their very best tracks. Released as a single in 1984 and taken from the superb “Spring Hill Fair” LP of the same year.  The song also appeared on the classic NME cassette “Department of Enjoyment” … details available from my “other blog” here.

Come and have a look, beside me

A fine line of tears, part company.

That’s her handwriting, that’s the way she writes

From the first letter I got, to this her bill of rights, part company.

And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness

Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company.

Three versions, the original LP version, then a sketchy live version from 1988 and then a rough but endearing demo.

The Pogues – And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda (1985)

January 15, 2012 2 comments

A remarkable song written by Scottish-born Australian singer-songwriter Eric Bogle in 1971 and though recorded by many people (from Joan Baez to The Skids …), the version by The Pogues is the definitive reading. In Robert Christgau’s words:

“And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda” comes from Australian folkie Eric Bogle, one of the least commanding singers in any hemisphere you care to name, but its tale of Gallipoli is long as life and wicked as sin and Shane MacGowan never lets go of it for a second: he tests the flavor of each word before spitting it out”.

Wikipedia desribes the song as a vivid account of the memories of an old Australian man, who, as a youngster in 1915, had been recruited into the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps and sent to the Battle of Gallipoli. For “ten weary weeks,” he kept himself alive as “around me the corpses piled higher”. He recalls “that terrible day” … “in the hell that they called Suvla Bay we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter” … “in that mad world of blood, death and fire”.

Rolf Harris – Two Little Boys (1969)

January 14, 2012 2 comments

My favourite song when I was 5 and still sounds great today.

Clearly a key inspiration for Steven Spielberg’s take on “War Horse”.

Rolf achieves in 3 minutes 29 seconds what Spielberg could only dream of aspiring to in his bloated 146 mins and 27 secs (approximately) epic.

Rolf’s unflinching eye for detail and remorseless dissection of the futility of war leaves the listener gasping, his or her perspective forever altered. Any misanthrope humanised ….

Nick Cave took notes but never matched.

AC/DC – You Shook Me All Night Long (1980)

September 20, 2011 4 comments

Now, I like to think I’m someone fairly familiar with the tides and eddies of late 20th century philosophy.

Building on the underlying principles of Marx (and, indeed, Darwin), I’ve followed the seminal contributions of Foucault, the dead end of Derrida and the proto, then radical, feminism of Simone de Beauvoir and Sheila Rowbotham.

All of which encourages me to consider and promote Brian Johnson’s second generation of AC/DC as worthy contributors to this philosophical canon ….

Now, some may baulk at this judgement.

But, for those of you who do, I invite you to reject the enticing temptation to see everything as a “metaphor”; an artefact to be endlessly contended over. Instead, consider the possibility that, sometimes, people speak literally.

As such, when Johnson observes, in his opening lines, that “She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean”, those thinking metaphorically may well come to a dim view about where he is coming from.

However, if one considers a more literal interpretation, then it is clear that Johnson is celebrating the postwar empowerment of women; their enhanced opportunities to make a statement (both personally and behalf of their gender) and, by extension, their greater unmediated access to the most potent symbol of self expression and independence – the motor car. So, a song that, quite literally, celebrates the opportunities of women in the late 20th century.

Probably.

For me, you can’t beat the bit around 57 seconds when the bass guitar kicks in ….

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