I'm not too sure about Chet Faker's lyric writing process. Anybody who has repeatedly listened to the phenomenal Flume
track 'Left Alone' featuring Chet can attest to never actually grasping what the hell he's saying. It seems to be an "I just open my mouth and let whatever comes out come out" approach.
Where once a man sounded like the very embodiment of a television commercial featuring Jamie Oliver cooking up some jerk chicken, now Paolo Nutini sounds like a man trying to be someone he's not. Part low-rent Amy Winehouse, part even lower-rent Bobby Womack, Caustic Love
has little discernible originality or personality but does at least benefit from not sounding as teeth-grindingly jaunty as Nutini's previous albums.
It's going to be a great week. Kelis's finest album yet, Food
, is streaming right now a whole week early.
Another week, another collection of albums by white men with beards. "Hey what you doing there, Chet?" "Oh not much, just wearing my hood up and having a promo picture taken of myself that I'm pretending I don't really want taken. Do I look suitably incredulous?" "You certainly do, Chet. You certainly do."
Here are this week's new album releases.
A 52 part series where I (the groom-to-be) rails against the clichéd music you usually hear played at weddings and proposes a new playlist. One full of songs that are not only romantic and great to dance to but also idiosyncratic, personal, unexpected and when played loudly in front of a room full of people, sound absolutely incredible. This is THE NEW WEDDING PLAYLIST!
It's a title that sounds like Todd Terje announced it after spending months in a Scandinavian log cabin, lost in a world of fondue, fur-skin and endless sex. Waking up from the bliss of excess, moving a fur-lined boot left stray on his sequencer and declaring "it's album time" before tossing off this effortless beauty in an afternoon while chewing on snus and staring down the tops of ladies.
It's thanks to 30 Rock and Liz Lemon's scumbag on/off boyfriend Dennis Duffy that I already know what a rat king is. It's a phenomena that occurs when loads of rats become tangled together at their tails, either through knotting or compacted together through a mixture of blood, dirt and faeces.
There's a really grotesque picture of it on Wikipedia. There must be like 30 of them. It's so gross. So very, very gross. You can understand why I was reluctant to even touch this album. However very happily I can reveal that RATKING the band is nothing like the actual phenomena of a rat king. In fact I would say that RATKING come across as very favourable in comparison. True fact.
We have a major soft spot for Field Music here at Popdin. Their last album, the perfectly realised Plumb
, was our favourite album of 2012
, with its endless intelligence, imagination and flare for pop perfection. Plus David Brewis has a very lovely face.
School of Language is Brewis's solo project and his new album Old Fears
is just as good as that last Field Music album and it has a very lovely face too.
It's a week of side-projects, solo albums and spin-offs. So basically a week where various members of existing bands have collectively gone "I just need some space" and fucked off with the lady from accounts for a dirty weekend in Bridlington.