From time to time on our website we like to put up a list of songs that we are listening to at the moment, songs we want other people to listen to maybe, or maybe just list off some songs that make us look well indie.
Now it’s my turn to use this mechanism to show the world how alternative I am. Unfortunately for anyone remotely interested I’m going through a phase that most of my mates, most of the world, went through fifteen years ago; Nirvana. Now I don’t think I could say anything about that band that hasn’t already been said, and I don’t think it would be of much interest to anyone if I was to put up the tracklisting of Nevermind. But listening to them is reminding me of the few times a band has come along and made a big impact on this small mind of mine. So I’d like to write a little something about an album that made my boxers start twitching a few years ago and it would make me happy if more people would give it a listen.
The album is Four Thieves Gone by a band we’ve since had the pleasure of playing with, The Avett Brothers. What a f**king album. I think when I first heard it we’d started touring hard around the UK, meeting exotic women from towns like Wakefield and Middlesbrough, then heading home to write about what we’d seen (in the key of G). This album came along and the songs were about writing about what we were thinking about writing about writing about thinking…. confusing, it was, but this album cleared it up for me.
People talk about ‘honest’ music a lot these days. Well this album is honest. It’s honest without being soppy, it’s witty without being whiney, it’s about girls without being (too) girly. (Bit girly is alright, sometimes). If Herman Hesse ever wrote a song it would have been Talk On Indolence, a perfect combination of dense heady narcissism and light clumsy joviality (with the refrain I’m a little nervous about what you’ll think, when you see me in my swimming trunks). I could replace each name in Pretty Girl From Feltre and have a perfect description of something that happened to me. Distraction 74 could probably describe every event of my life between the ages of 16 and 21… I’m already getting quite sentimental about this album so i might steer away from telling you why each song is so important to me lest this blog turns into a teenage girl’s diary (no offense to any teenage girls who keep diaries out there, I think you are very brave).
Ladies and gentlemen I present you a folk album of grunge songs, jigs, punk masterpieces, Appalachian classics, even, dare I say it, jazz. If you like it try listening to their album Emotionalism. If you don’t like it, don’t worry, listen to The Vaccines (do I get some indie cred now? but you should actually listen to The Vaccines cos they are pretty sick).
I think this is one of my first blogs, so in case I’ve committed “cyberworld suicide”, goodbye forever. If not then goodbye for now.