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Palms - Wolf

Glasgow-based band Palms played at the launch of Covergirl’s Paris Burns single release at Power Lunches a couple of weeks ago. My respect for them grew from hearing their first song, and thinking, “hmm, not bad”, to being throughly obsessed with this song, Wolf, which they played at the end of their set.

There’s a 50s garage/dark country element to the vocals which puts you in mind of bands like the Dum Dum Girls, but the bassline is more menacing, the tempo more languid, than that “girl group” style normally employs. I was also actually weirdly reminded of Sleater Kinney in parts, and the Cramps-esque howl at the end sealed the deal for me. I love this song.

Palms – Wolf

Wolf by Palms

Posted 995 days ago | By Melissa |
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New video from Covergirl - Paris Burns

The new video from London-based queer/DIY post punk band Covergirl was launched earlier this month.

Comprised of members of Trash Kit , Peepholes, Wet Dog and Bloody Knees, Covergirl is like the culmination of a fiercely active and creatively important scene that exists on the strength of its bootstraps and passion in the less glitzy corners of east and south east London.

My first Covergirl experience (and generally the audience is led to believe it is always Covergirl’s first experience too, as vocalist Andrew often begins with “this is our first ever show”) was when they opened for Hunx and his Punx at Camp Basement on Old Street.

I got involved in a conversation with a well seasoned gig go-er who dismissed them outright due to the fact they were a so-called “super group”. While it is true that more often than not I find I’m watching bands made up of combinations of the people in this, and a handful of other bands regularly playing the same venues/club nights, it has never struck me as stale or gimmicky. Instead, the impression is of a tight community of musicians and artists who have a range of ideas that need to be channelled through different guises, and while the connection is often clear (Rachel Aggs from Trash Kit brings a very-Trash Kit-esque quality to Covergirl when she sings), if anything it provides a depth to the scene as you witness these artists develop their ideas and build something good.

Covergirl is one of my favourite bands playing at the moment. Andrew’s vocals have a desperate and dark edge, while their sound has a spacious-ness and coldness to it, the combination of which is like a melancholy disco, and “Paris Burns” is the best example of this.

So, here is the new Lessa Millet-directed video for Covergirl’s single, Paris Burns. A single release party will be happening at Power Lunches, 28th October.

COVERGIRL – Paris Burns from Lessa Millet on Vimeo.

Posted 1019 days ago | By Melissa |
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Ut w/ Trash Kit & Peepholes

Last Friday night @ the Lexington in London saw yet another memorable show organised by DIY promoters, Upset the Rhythm: After a 20 year hiatus, Ut, the legendary all-female band born out of the New York No Wave movement is performing live again.

Ut formed in ’78, amid the creative chaos of broke, experimental, art school New York. Their contemporaries included Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Mars, DNA, James Chance and the Contortions, and after a move to the UK in ’81 they were often seen performing with bands such as the Fall and Birthday Party.

On Friday, Ut were fortunate to have London queer/indie heroes Peepholes and Trash Kit opening for them. Unluckily for me, I arrived too late to see Peepholes, but have no doubt they were as good as always.

This was apparently Trash Kit’s second to last show, as Ros the bass player is going to France for a while. I discovered the details of their hiatus after reading the most recent issue ofShotgun Seamstress, an American zine about black punks, put out by Osa of the New Bloods. This latest (and last) issue was brought out specifically in time for this show, and features a satisfyingly long interview with Rachel Aggs & Ros Murray of Trash Kit. During their performance, Rachel mentioned the fact that the zine was the driving force behind Trash Kit forming, so it seemed particularly poignant that both creative ventures were about to go on hiatus.

Trash Kit played a tight show. Emotionally powerful as always, joyful & weird, their punk rock dissonance shifts abruptly to funk-based experimentalism and back, with vocals that, while almost impossible to make out, are heartfelt and warm, lacking the cold calculation of a lot of post-punk-style bands. Definitely children of the Raincoats but also their self described love of Afrobeat is very much in evidence. Rachel Aggs’ songs are a queer mixed race girl’s dream, writing about hair and its “politics”, coming out, riding the bus and losing things. One of the songs has its backbone a Filipino drumming pattern. It’ll be sad to not have this literally life-affirming band on the scene for a while, though according to their blog they are recording an album, which is good news.

Ut’s performance began with Jacqui Ham rapping out some fairly grumpy requests to have the smoke machine turned off (the smoke machines are always a ridiculous feature of any gig), and she continued to portray this cantakerous figure throughout, but jesus christ she was an amazing musician! Ut’s music is less alienating than most that came out of the No Wave movement, and heads more towards Sonic Youth-accessibility. Dark and tuneful, but with much guitar distortion, and anxious vocals that set you on edge, so accessible is perhaps a misleading discription, depending on your taste in ear shredding noise.

Jacqui and her band mates Nina Canal and Sally Young traded instruments and vocal duties throughout, which made for a dynamic show, reflecting the experimental roots of No Wave: the rejection of convention and static boredom.

My favourite Ut song, the Nina Canal-sung Dr No from the Steve Albini produced album Griller, I think was a rare time in which they mucked up somewhat, but apart from that hiccup their performance was noticeably tight and energetic for band that hasn’t performed together for basically 21 years (I say basically, because apparently there was a secret gig that they played in London last year).

Not to drive a point home too hard, but I could have done without Jacqui Ham’s meanness, at one point when they were switching instruments a fan yelled out the name of a song he wanted and he got the sharp rebuff, “you gotta wait, mate”. We’re here to see you, not annoy you, Jacqui.

The visual experience of seeing 3 “older” women ripping it up is not to be downplayed either, as we drown in a sea of mediocre male bands making comebacks, or doing the rounds to make some money. Ut looked as though they’d never stopped (and indeed all 3 do still make music in other bands), but also like they didn’t really give a shit about impressing anyone with their old school kool cred. Wrapping the crowd in a wall of sound, they exuded a skill and confidence in their band that left me feeling mesmerised.

Ut – Swallow

Posted 1035 days ago | By Melissa |
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Some thoughts about Simon Reynolds' "Retromania"

Last week I attempted to jumpstart my brain after yet another mind numbing day pushing paper around an office, and attended a talk at the ICA, “Over and Over and Over and Over”, which was essentially a launch for the new book by Simon Reynolds, “Retromania: Pop Culture’s Addiction To Its Own Past”.

The panel consisted of Reynolds; artists Iain Forsyth & Jane Pollard; former member of Throbbing Gristle/current member of Chris and Cosey, Cosey Fanni Tutti; Professor of fashion history and theory, Caroline Evans, and was hosted by Rob Young, music writer.

I haven’t read Reynolds’ book yet, but from what I have gathered via the talk, and blurbs on his website, it seems his premise is that current music is obsessed with the past and wanting to replicate it, and is failing to offer anything new or original, and though the history of popular music harking back to bygone eras actually extends back a fair way, these days, the “past” seems so much more recent, folding back in on itself in closer and closer intervals.

He has written on his Retromania blog: “Is it a dearth of innovation that inspires the chronic nostalgia for the lost golden ages of rock’s youth? Or have we become victims of our ever-expanding capacity to store, share and instantly access cultural data, a historically unprecedented phenomenon symbolized by the rise of the iPod and YouTube?”.

I left the talk feeling irritated by the way Reynolds came across – he seemed to have a very whitebread way of thinking. He practically dismissed a member of the audience who mentioned grime as a challenge to his premise that there’s nothing new, and when someone else suggested that maybe he’s just not going to the right places to find new music, he seemed incredulous that there could be types of music not found on the internet that he wouldn’t have access to.

Since the talk, I’ve read a few interviews with him, notably this one at the Quietus, and it seems that maybe he was just not making himself quite clear at the ICA – either that, or he’s had a few epiphanies since last Thursday, because in this interview he does acknowledge other forms of music outside of the indie bubble as being innovative, and his focus seems to be less narrow.

One of the points that was brought up at the talk at the ICA but not very well explored, was made by fashion professor Caroline Evans. She seemed rather bemused by Simon Reynolds theory, and questioned his belief in time being so linear. Reynolds lamented that music should be much further ahead than it is, given that it’s 2011. He contended that past genres had the power to shock, that new music used to be able to shake up the status quo in profound ways, but these days we seem to have slowed right down, content to repeat and regurgitate.

But as Evans pointed out, whose past is he talking about? Aren’t different things happening for different groups of people at any one time? The idea that the past and future continues along one long line which can fold back directly upon itself smacks of only seeing the world through the eyepiece of the dominant culture, and it’s a viewpoint that just doesn’t make sense if you aren’t Simon Reynolds (i.e if you’re not a white, English, straight male music journalist – big assumption on my part regarding his identity obviously, but what I’m trying to say is that he has a certain viewpoint that seems to be reflected by the majority of music journalism at the moment, but does not necessarily resonate with everyone who reads this stuff).

Reynolds seemed fixated on the idea that everyone cares about a so-called “golden age of rock”, that they all share the same feelings of nostalgia about it, but whose golden age is this? For a lot of people (I’m thinking of my own youth in the suburbs of Auckland, New Zealand, and the people I knew), the kind of music that Reynolds is referring to possibly was not an experience everyone had growing up, even in a collective cultural consciousness way, therefore hearing it, or utilizing it “again” in current music, (I’m thinking, for example, of hip hop sampling), doesn’t actually create a sense of nostalgia at all. It’s almost more like using “found sound”.

This all may sound a bit po-mo-there-are-multiple-realities-and-lived experiences…But well, it’s actually true, and it gets slightly tedious when the same kinds of people who espouse these kinds of theories based on their own lives, privileged as they are to be living the dream of being a “regular guy”, are held up as the gurus. I wouldn’t have minded so much if the others on the panel vehemently disagreed with him (Caroline Evans seemed to disagree, but she couldn’t quite articulate why), or if people (i.e music media) would stop with the veneration of Simon Reynolds.

For example the audience tittered somewhat at Caroline Evans’ frustrated outburst that she didn’t “get it”, referring to Reynolds premise that there was a crisis in music. But I agreed. One of the problems I had with the talk is that it began with this premise already decided upon, that what he said was true…there was a crisis in music. By the end of the talk I was of the opinion that even if there was a crisis in current popular music (whatever we have decided that term could mean), it’s quite obvious that this crisis isn’t occuring for everyone, but we are all expected to agree with Reynolds’ theory.

Host Rob Young brought up one of the examples of meta-music which is apparently mentioned in “Retromania” – Kanye West’s “Stronger”, which samples Daft Punk’s “Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger”, a song which in turn samples Edwin Birdsong’s “Cola Bottle Baby”. While the phenomena of this song could be viewed as some crraaazzy kind of layering, folding, retro-origami thing, I couldn’t help but think, but hasn’t hip hop sampled forever? It’s not a new nostalgia trip that this genre is on, unless you see the whole genre as being stuck in this groove forever, but I’m pretty sure even Reynolds doesn’t regard the birth of hip hop as something derivative. So whose crisis is this?

I’m not saying that Reynolds’ theories don’t make sense, they do, and is depressing to see old bands reform and millions of box sets come out in different kinds of packaging (and here I sit typing this wearing a Joy Division tshirt) but what I take umbrage to is the kind of universality that is being afforded this so called “crisis”.

One member of the audience suggested that Reynolds was just feeling sore because his generation are no longer the economic power pushing the music industry along…suggesting he was maybe a bit past it, and should move over and make way for the kids.

Given that I do acknowledge that there is a bit of a retro approach going on in some areas of music today, I think it’s important to point out that there are other positive reasons why this might be happening, that don’t have anything to do with a lack of creativity, or even the financial imperative to shift units and therefore appeal to people’s nostalgia. If you listen to a band like Trash Kit for example, you’ll be able to hear a raft of queer/feminist post punk influences from the 70s and 80s. However, rather than making you yawn, Trash Kit (and other bands like them) inspire you to research this history which is less than obvious and yes, thanks to youtube etc it is now more accessible. This is not nostalgia, it’s a friggen public service to the rest of us. This so-called timeline that Reynolds is saying can so easily drawn through current alternative/mainstream indie music is only just starting to be done with Trash Kit and their contemporaries and predecessors, and it’s a privilege to be sick of this so called looking-back.

Reynolds does accede that there is good new music out there, (an idea that Cosey Fanny Tutti outright shat on, calling much current music a pointless assault, unlike Trobbing Gristle which she presumably considers assault with a point), and I do realise that he has stated he has no problem with music being influenced by and building on the past. But I was just struck at how many different angles this issue of so-called “retromania” can be looked at from, and feel annoyed that angles don’t generally present for “good clear music journalism” and aren’t presented as the norm. I think a comment that a woman in the audience made kind of sums up how I feel: at one point Reynolds’ mused that perhaps he is asking too much, that perhaps music is music and if it ain’t broke, why fix it, citing a comment someone he knew made about a chair being a chair, so why reinvent it…But the woman in the audience said that she knew someone who was growing a chair out of the ground, who grew their own clothes…The chair & the clothes still function the same, but it’s the angle that you look at them from that makes the difference, the way in which you approach the idea.

Will there be a time when male music critics are no longer upheld as the last word on music criticism? No doubt. While you’re holding your breath, check out my latest blog discovery Feminist Music Geek. Her most recent blog entry is a review of a new book Vinyl Deeps collecting writing by Ellen Willis, pop critic.

Trash Kit – Cadets

Posted 1149 days ago | By Melissa |
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SCUMBAG @ the Bird's Nest Pub, Deptford

This Saturday will see rare performances by London bands, Homosexual Death Drive and Skinny Girl Diet, as well as a raft of queer DJs previously heard at the likes of club nights Closet Mixtape, Razzmatazz, Shake-O-Rama and Suck My Left One.

Homosexual Death Drive, who are Charlotte Cooper and Kay Hyatt, describe themselves as “no-fi amateurish haters”, which suits the mission statement of SCUMBAG to a T. Their name came about when they were told of Lee Edelman’s book, “No Future: Queer Theory and the Death Drive”. It’s a catchy name, alright.

Lee says: “queerness can never define an identity; it can only disturb one”.

Homosexual Death Drive’s performance is eagerly anticipated, after their last outing at the Rat Star in 2010, playing at Club Milk’s final show, which you can read a review of here.

Skinny Girl Diet also played the Club Milk show (p.s I missed that show, so am going on rave reviews of both these bands from friends of mine who managed to attend). The band features Delilah Holliday on guitar, Ursula Holliday on drums & Amelia Cutler on bass. Their sound is dark and grungey with post punk vocal stlying. Everett True’s written a review.

SCUMBAG the club night was originally conceived while me & my housemate, recently evicted from our old home, and feeling fairly broke and scummy, hot on the heels of a scabies outbreak and a mouse infestation, carried our roadside-find table from Brixton to our moldy new house in Peckham through the snow last winter (because we couldn’t affort a taxi).

We felt like putting on a fun night to cheer ourselves up, but in the wake of recent evils inflicted by the government, we thought it’d also be a good opportunity for our community to share with each other stories & wisdom regarding how to survive in a hostile climate.

You will be able to pick up the inaugural issue of the SCUMBAG zine, which is a collaborative effort by us and our friends, filled with tales of outrage, DIY tips & tricks, scams & scandals, queer lessons learned and quite a bit about the library… It’s a hard world out there, and when it comes down to it, we know where the real scum lies….

We’re taking contributions for the next zine, so email them to queerscumbag@gmail.com.

In the immortal words of Juile Ruin: “It’s time we point the finger at who the real criminals are”.

See you Saturday, @ the Bird’s Nest, 32 Deptford Church St, SE8 4RZ, 8.30-1am (FREE).

Posted 1170 days ago | By Melissa |
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