Tag Archives: Oasis

1. Morrissey-Alma Matters

Probably the best track off of Moz’s somewhat average 1997 Maladjusted album. That being said, there are still a lot of excellent tunes on it—it’s just that the filler tracks are reallly filler-y.

2. Britney Spears-Gimme More

It’s Britney, bitch!  I don’t think Brit has put out a stone-cold solid album yet, but that’s not the sort of “artist” she is. She’s a cipher really, merely a conduit for the songs and production work of genuinely creative people. Kind of like how a steak is a really lame piece of meat without a sauce of some kind.

3. Yeah Yeah Yeahs-Softshock

This latest YYY’s album was a nice surprise. Each successive album they release is more and more cohesive, and I was struck by the similarities between this one and concurrent Metric release Fantasies. It’s difficult to articulate why, but the two albums really have a Beatles vs. Stones, Blur vs. Oasis kind of vibe, not in a rivalry sense, but in how these two relatively evenly-matched groups sysnthesize their influences and interpret their chosen sub-genre’s musical conventions. The YYY’s are fuzzier, grittier, and rougher around the edges while retaining enough of a pop sensibility to get on radio and be popular with the kids (a la the Stones), and Metric is all about the gloss, even when they stretch out into more avant-garde territory in terms of song construction (a la the Beatles).

4. The Verve-The Drugs Don’t Work

The further away 1997 appears in the rear view mirror of my life, the more saccharine the production of  Urban Hymns becomes. Still a nice tune, just a bit cloying if you’re not in the right frame of mind to hear it.

5. INXS-I Need You Tonight

Hahaha, OK, so, this song, for whatever reason, has become completely intertwined with the word “striptease” in my mind. There’s something very sexy about it, but in that very superficial, plastic sense that 80s sexuality possessed within the mainstream. Once grunge (and subsequently “modern rock”) entered into the equation in the early 1990’s, you had an altogether dirtier well of musical “inspiration” to draw from as a sex worker. Less Patrick Nagel, more Michael Turner. Compared contextually, ‘I Need You Tonight’ is positively oozing with innocence!

6. Speed McQueen-I’m In Love With

One drawback of the alternative boom of the early to mid 90s (there were many, but that’s a long discussion for another post) was the glut of indie labels that sprung up, were bought out my majors, and then shat out in the form of a tax write-off. A lot of promising bands couldn’t survive the constant upheaval, which is a shame, and everyone’s loss. One such group was New York’s Speed McQueen, who put out one very solid full-length before getting got by the powers-that-be. Protect ya neck, little bands that could!

7. Blur-On The Way To The Club

A stand-out cut from Blur’s underrated Think Tank, this is a weird song, because the band basically sabotage what could have been a really odd-but-beautiful single by only going through the “chorus” only twice, and then fading out into a strange dub coda. It reminds me a lot of their song “Death of a Party”, but without the sinister overtones.

8. The Jam-Every Little Bit Hurts

A nice, if lightweight, rarity from the band who built a career on mining 60s R&B and soul music and running it through a punk blender. Paul Weller’s voice isn’t quite up to the task of matching the nuance of the Brenda Holloway original, but he gets some points for feeling (he was totally closing his eyes when he recorded this.)

9. Portastatic-I Wanna Know Girls

Perfect. Pop. Song.

10. Tom Petty-You Wreck Me

Such a great driving song, off Tom’s second solo joint. So many people I’ve met over the years usually have two Tom Petty CD’s: The 1993 Greatest Hits compilation, and Wildflowers. Which stands to reason, as those are unequivocally his two strongest discs, top to bottom.

dischorddesoto: Dude, one of the music sites I go to had a Black Crowes discussion, and someone was asking a poster going to a show to “report back about how the new album sounds.”

dischorddesoto: It took all my willpower not to reply screaming at him to just listen to any other one of their albums at random.

popgirlsetc: Hahaha

dischorddesoto: I mean, seriously, people. That’s like me breathlessly asking what the new Oasis album will sound like.

dischorddesoto: LIKE FUCKING OASIS.

popgirlsetc: Dude, I totally agree that it was lame of Maxim to run that review, but it’s still hilarious. I’d have to say that that critic’s “educated guess” was more accurate than not.

dischorddesoto: Maxim is shit, but I wish they had just run with it and been like, “fuck them.” Sadly, I’d assume that much of their readership LOVES the Black Crowes.

popgirlsetc: Did I ever tell you about my friend Steven’s run-in with Liam?

dischorddesoto: Nah, when?

popgirlsetc: A few months before Stop The Clocks came out.

dischorddesoto: Was alcohol involved?

popgirlsetc: I dunno. It was at like 10am. But it was Liam…

popgirlsetc: Anyway, Steven was in London on business, and checking out of the same hotel Liam was checking into with his lady and their kids. Steven’s like Oasis super-fan #99, and goes up to Liam and just says, “Hey Liam, I just want to say what a huge fan I am, and how excited I am for Stop The Clocks to come out.”

popgirlsetc: Liam just smirks and replies, “Well, I’m sure it won’t be anything we haven’t heard before.”

dischorddesoto: Oh, that sassy devil. And I’m sure it was much less coherent.

popgirlsetc: And more combative.

dischorddesoto: HAHAHAHA!

popgirlsetc: And homophobic in a veiled way.

dischorddesoto: Of course. And with the term “god-like” thrown in.



A lot of bloggers/critics/people with a pulse have already written and are going to write a lot of stuff about Guns ‘n’ Roses’ seventeen years-in-the-making third (yes, third) album Chinese Democracy. I’m not going to get into a detailed track-by-track analysis or a philosophical reverie regarding what happens when THE MOST POTENT SIGNIFIER OF THE END-TIMES APPEARS AND NOTHING HAPPENS.

No.

What I will say is this: Chinese Democracy, by all accounts, is a good album. Had it come out in 1995, it would have been great, even groundbreaking (for hard rock). But the fact of the matter is, all of the sounds and styles contained therein that are “new” to G’n'R have (disappointingly) been co-opted from other genres that have cropped up in the last seventeen years. It’s as if Axl was completely befuddled as to how to move forward post-Use Your Illusion, and had to wait seventeen years for other artists to create new styles he could rip off and synthesize. So basically, Guns ‘n’ Roses is the new Oasis.

Ya gotta roll with it.

Ya gotta take your time.

Let’s just hope it’s not another seventeen years.

The Last Shadow Puppets, The Age of the Understatement

I never bought into the hype surrounding The Arctic Monkeys when they hit a couple years ago. Something about them just really rubbed me the wrong way, and I could never put my finger on it. Until I realized that that was the problem precisely. The Monkeys sounded like they were putting ten totally disparate influences into a blender, and the sounds that they created from that just never seemed to jell properly or complement each other. Some Libertines here, some Specials there, a dash of Oasis, and a healthy sprinkling of Pulp, all filtered through an oddly dance-punk lens. In theory, I should love Arctic Monkeys. But it’s just a case of too many cooks in the kitchen.

But when I heard about Arctic Monkeys front man Alex Turner’s new project The Last Shadow Puppets, it sounded right up my alley. Grandiose chamber pop in the vein of Scott Walker’s first four solo joints? Sign me up!

By and large, the album doesn’t disappoint. There’s a clearly identifiable aesthetic tying the songs together, but they’re not what I’d call same-y. They’re hyper-melodic, and each songs features a propulsive, anecdotal narrative. I’m always impressed by songwriters that can pull off story-songs with aplomb, and Turner certainly does so here.

The Age of the Understatement’s ‘My Mistakes Were Made For You’ is easily my favorite track on the record. From the rich orchestration to the biting surf guitar leads, the suave delivery of the scrumptious minor-key melody…there’s nothing here not to love. And perhaps most impressive of all is the fact that the album as a whole is so good that it has me reconsidering my stance on the Arctic Monkeys. Not too shabby for a side-project.