Posted by The Ape
at 11:59 on 26 Jan 2015
Squarepusher tried this. His release Music For Robots
, featuring machines that played real instruments, took the opportunity to showcase the intricate complexity afforded to him by programming his players. Unfortunately he pushed it to such extremes that the machines just sounded like machines, guitars reduced to staccato bursts of noise that could equally have blurted forth from primitive synths.
One of the things that I miss about REM
was their ability to conjure magic from familiar materials, as if you're hearing basic chord changes, or a brilliant middle eight for the first time.
I’ve been guilty of saying some pretty terrible things about Mark Ronson elsewhere on the internet and indeed in my own home while making anonymous calls to the police. Unfortunately now in front of a larger online audience apparently I have to be responsible and admit that the things I've previously said were spurious at best and outright falsely malicious at worst.
That he’s a super-privileged puppet of Tommy Hilfiger who has essentially bought his way into fame through connections rather than any discernible talent resides in the spurious category. Whereas the claim that Ronson gives out poisoned candy to trick or treaters and that, as an ‘anonymous eyewitness’ once saw, he strangled two tramps to death in Clapton with his bare hands certainly falls under the latter camp.
Posted by The Ape
at 08:48 on 19 Jan 2015
Ironically shit music can be difficult to assess. Often created to puncture some nonsense fad of the moment it has to be shit, that's the point. But if it cleanly skewers the target leaving it suspended over the withering fires of criticism then that's good right? And if you're really lucky the tune will be catchy enough to swing right around the critical spectrum back into being great.
You think you’ve written all you can
about you’re favourite band in the world. You think that by 2015 you’ve devoured every last track and B-Side from every album and single that will ever exist from that very same band. You think that after they went on indefinite hiatus in 2006 you’ll never get to see them perform live together ever again because THREE TIMES JUST WASN’T ENOUGH GODDAMNIT. You think that even if there was a small chance they ever got back into a studio to record new material, there is zero chance those songs could ever be as good as the ones you’ve adored for two whole decades…
It's only the beginning of the year, let's not get too excited. We wouldn't want to set the bar exceptionally high too soon. Let's start January with an album that is happy to just be what it is: mildly unexceptional.
In trying to be a useful, considerate blog I have decided to make our first post of 2015 a useful, considerate one. Rather than the usual smarmy derision here’s a list of brilliant albums you can look forward to hearing in the next few months. I’ve even removed any snark from the entry on Noel Gallagher’s second solo album and replaced it with a sense of shaky optimism. Things are looking up kids! A whole new year, a whole new start and a whole 12 months worth of new albums (less the dead six weeks in summer and all of December) which will eventually grind me back into the wizened, hunched-over shrew I really am.
At Popdin it’s our duty to recommend you brilliant new music in the most concise, hopefully entertaining way possible, however nothing quite gets Popdin’s verbal engine running than a truly shitty album. Here are the ‘highlights’ from a year of spite.
As absurd as the idea is, here are 20 albums from 2014 ranked in order of which is the bestest. I toyed with not ranking them at all and just presenting an alphabetical list of brilliant albums of the year, but the idea seemed weirdly patrician, as if I lacked any kind of joy or sense of humour and believed myself to be superior to those who see the process of end-of-year list-making as a harmless bit of fun. Well I don’t want to be that wanker, so here you go...
Here it is gang, you can all stop trying to figure out for yourselves what music to listen to now, I’ve done all the hard work for you. These are the top 20 songs of 2014 according to Popdin, whose ego has inflated to weird, unjustified expanses in little over a year.