Showing posts with label kraftwerk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kraftwerk. Show all posts

Friday, May 24, 2013

Fuzzed California Desperation Boom (May 27th - 31st)

Hello and welcome to Work Tunes.

It's another glorious Perth Spring day in Autumn today after more of the same all week. It's almost torture to be inside writing this, but the Eagles are on anyway. I'm watching while I type on my trusty laptop. 


There are a few bands here that I've only just discovered, or are new. Orgone has a record full of raw rock instrumentals that sound like a 70s cop film soundtrack. Trophy Wife's debut (and probably last, as they've split up) album is a cloud full of dream pop. Oblivions bring a punk rock slant on some indie rock. Balancing out the new bands, there's a few old ones; particularly The Sonics from the 60s and Al Green. There's two compilations again, one full of funk and the other full of that Californian 70s sound. After Daft Punk's big blow up, I decided to listen to Kraftwerk who do it so much better. There's a kooky collaboration between Edie Brickell and Steve Martin with a banjo. Lastly, for a dose of rhyme, there's the Eminem Show.  


Check it out:


Top Five Artists Last Week
  1. Otis Redding
  2. Talib Kweli
  3. Daft Punk
  4. The Walkmen
  5. Lisa Loeb & Nine Tails

Song of the Week : My Morning Jacket - Leaving On A Jet Plane



I know we all appreciate a good cover done well. This one is done so well that I mistook it for a cover from the 70s, the era the song was written.


From the recent tribute to John Denver, My Morning Jacket perform Leaving On A Jet Plane. Before I heard the album, I slipped a few of the songs I know the originals of onto a playlist for a road trip. When this one came on, I thought it was strange that I had an old cover of it on my iPod, until I found out it was MMJ.

I think what gives it such an authentic sound is the mix. The heavy reverb on the vocals and the jangling ring of the guitars just sounds so much like that easy listening 70s sound. The song itself is a little maudlin, but I am impressed with the way the essence of it and the time period it lived in has been captured so well. Perhaps it’s awed hush is a note of respect to Denver who we all know died in a plane crash. It actually opens the tribute album and it sets the tone nicely.

Adios

If you get a chance, have a listen to Orgone - Fuzzed Up, especially if you're a fan of 70s cinema. It really does sound like an excellent cop movie while being a great listen with some hard grooves. I've had it playing wile cooking and that works, but it should really be great to work to. 

Hasala malakim.

Friday, April 20, 2012

NY Teenanger Ambulance Jets (Apr 23 - 27)

Hello and welcome to Work Tunes.


It's been another busy week at work and I was glad to have some good music to get me through. Next week is going to be just as busy and the ANZAC Day public holiday is smack bang in the middle. I have an Australian LP in the mix to honour the Diggers, but as a general rule, the records I chose are mostly older, either electronic, punk or rock with a slice of gangsta thrown in. 


I've got disc 1 of Tupac's Greatest Hits because the Coachella "hologram" (not a hologram) was so bizarre; which of course led me to pick a Snoop release; I've got a Mojo compilation of NY punk thanks largely to a doco I just watched on the New York Dolls; Van Halen's 1984 \m/, a compilation of civil rights inspired soul; some Brian Eno who I've only recently started paying attention to as an artist rather than a producer; Kraftwerk because they seem to be following me around at the moment; a new LP from Teenanger, punk band; Ambulance LTD thanks to @BreeMateljan and finally the aforementioned AUS LP from Tim Rogers' "side project" The Temperance Union.    


Check it out:
  1. Prince
  2. Sonic Youth
  3. Black Flag
  4. Mos Def
  5. The Far West

Song of the Week : New York Dolls - Jet Boy



Recently I watched a documentary called New York Doll on Arthur "Killer" Kane, bass player for the New York Dolls. Coincidentally, I watched a collection of Old Grey Whistle Test videos on DVD, one of which was the New York Dolls doing Jet Boy. You can watch the video on YouTube here.


Only the lead vocals are live apparently, which was the style at the time ;) What's at the end of the video is the presenter of The Old Grey Whistle Test snorting derisively at the end of the performance and scoffing " Ha. Mock rock". He is completely taking the piss and obviously thought they were too.


Clearly, what he didn't realise is he was witnessing a very early middle finger stuck up at the Rock establishment from the kids who'd come to be known Punks. I wouldn't call this my favourite song of theirs, but the incident live at the BBC was quite fascinating to watch. 


Listen to the song if you like, but for a bit more fun, try and check out the video and imagine you don't know about Glam Rock or the Sex Pistols or the Ramones or even the Stooges (who were around but wouldn't have been exposed to a British audience yet). And then watch the presenter’s reaction, because it’s priceless. And it’s not like The Old Grey Whistle Test was a stuffy old show – they were quite contemporary for the time. It’s just they were of the present and the Dolls were from years in the future.



Bye For Now

Thanks for stopping by. It's my 10th wedding anniversary on Saturday 21st, so I'll be pampering my lovely wife with diamond jewellery and a night out. If you're a couple, I hope your weekend is as romantic as I hope to make mine. Pity the WCE v HAW game is on the same night. DOH! (Go Eagles!).


If you're Australian, have a great and reverent day off on Wednesday. Being a left wing hippy socialist, I don't believe that war is the answer, but I am grateful to the men and women who go out and put their lives on the line for our country. I just curse the politicians who make it necessary. 



You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.


Lest we forget. Hasala malakim.