tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76489589538561129722024-02-07T11:25:50.961+00:00The Breadcrumb Trail.Music for people who like being lost.The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-40708305155273206072012-05-15T20:27:00.003+00:002012-05-15T20:28:25.279+00:00Actress - R.I.P. ?Never listened to it.The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-79115825749947685262011-06-29T14:49:00.001+00:002011-06-29T15:25:20.656+00:00Album for After Midnight #002: Lali Puna - Our Inventions [2010; Morr Music]<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/993B6AEB3939790C?hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/993B6AEB3939790C?hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br />
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Our second installment in the Albums for After Midnight series is the fourth release from German electronic dream-poppers, <a href="http://www.discogs.com/artist/Lali+Puna">Lali Puna</a>. "Our Inventions" was released in 2010 on the Morr Music imprint.<br />
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The embedded playlist contains the <b>entire album</b> to enjoy at your will. Or else.xThe Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-54331591375168729602011-06-29T14:24:00.001+00:002011-10-14T15:41:36.620+00:00A to A #001 — Dolly Parton to Dolly Parton in 21 links.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the first (and inevitably last) of its kind, observe how Dolly Parton has had an indelible effect and influence upon the careers of some of the finest tune-conjurers of the last fifty years. Indeed, if I was a betting man — and I am — I'd probably be in the betting office right now, spending all of my hard-stole cash on horses and dogs bearing curiously "meaningful" allusions to time-travelling breast implant symbiosis. </span></div><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">109 year-old Dolly Parton famously recorded 'Islands In The Stream' with country bumpkin Kenny Rogers, whose brother, producer Lelan Rogers, worked for Houston, Texas independent label International Artists during the late '60's, a label that housed psychedelic spartans </span><a href="http://www.mypartyplanner.com/common/d_images/products/00/01/7D/image_97725.jpg"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Red Crayola</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> for years, a group fronted by the inimitable Mayo Thompson, who, in the hazy doldrums of the 1990s, met avant-garde musician David Grubbs (of Squirrel Bait, Gastr Del Sol and Bastro) before wisely following the latter's recommendation to reform the Red Crayola (as Red Krayola) and release new material on legendary Chicago label Drag City, whose first release was a 1990 single (DC1) by Royal Trux, a two-piece co-fronted by experimental </span><a href="http://www.topsocialite.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/bozo-the-clown.jpg"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">bozo</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Neil Hagerty, who featured on Washington D.C. "funk-punk" band </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cod_Wars"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Weird War's</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 2002 self-titled record, an outfit ("<i>outfit</i>?!") that currently includes </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.omgif.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Crazy-fat-drummer.gif">drummer</a> Argentine </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sebastian from (actual) post-rock three-piece Trans Am, who've been fortunate to release each of their nine studio albums through New York City's finest Thrill Jockey, a label tentatively established in the early nineties by Bettina Richards, a former A&R lackey for Atlantic Records, a major label that's worked closely with a number of independent labels such as </span><a href="http://blogs.telegraph.co.uk/news/files/2010/09/osborne460.jpg"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Must Destroy</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, a UK-based imprint that had the nerve to discover (never) comedic (c)rap ensemble Goldie Lookin' Chain, who, of their eight "members" (including the visionary </span><a href="http://www.malextra.com/image-library/land/333/g/goldie-lookin-chain-eggsy.jpg"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eggsy</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and the notoriously unpredictable </span><a href="https://www.ibm.com/developerworks/collaboration/uploads/dwlivebriefings/Miller-2hats.JPG"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2Hats</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">) also features "34th Least Charismastic of the last 100 years" Maggot, who appeared on the fourth series of </span><a href="http://sassywire.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/mp_galloway2.jpg"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Celebrity Big Brother</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in 2006, finishing third place behind Michael "Get in the pool, awright?" Barrymore and — eventual winner/loser — Chantelle Houghton, who, if her fake breasts are anything to go by, has </span><a href="http://www.mtv.com/onair/jersey_shore/images/series-main/marquee//456x330.jpg"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">fake tits</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <i>just</i> like "biggest knockers in Nashville" Dolly Parton.<br />
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In other words, <a href="http://images.quickblogcast.com/72745-63839/2827845209106ccaa5bc.jpg?a=50">it's a small world</a>! Now to the betting office ...</span></div>The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-35091767768142317502011-06-23T16:32:00.002+00:002011-06-30T00:44:50.265+00:00The Breadcrumb Trail on Feile FM — artistes "played".<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mikedoe.net/storage/main/Groundhog_Day_Bill_Murray_Phil_Connors_Ned_Ryerson.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1233587734637" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252px" src="http://mikedoe.net/storage/main/Groundhog_Day_Bill_Murray_Phil_Connors_Ned_Ryerson.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1233587734637" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In case you can't sleep at night (besides the depression and the "worries" brought on from your new "career" in prostitution), here's a relatively symmetrical list of the the artists/bands/phoneys ("Hey mom, I've just finished reading <em>Catcher In The Rye</em> so, like, refuse to eat dinner today.") we played on the Breadcrumb Trail. Rest in Peace, Feile 103.2 FM (and by "peace", I mean "West Belfast").</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Watch out for that first step.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a <em>doozie!"</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Labradford, Can, Quasi, Ametsub, Hidden Orchestra, Ulrich Schnauss, Taylor Deupree, Forest Swords, Pink & Brown, Don Caballero, Low, Of Montreal, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tindersticks, Yo La Tengo, The For Carnation, Fly Pan Am, Ojos De </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brujo, Efterklang, Walls, Chet Atkins, Four Tet, Oriol, Earth, Bardo </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pond, Mulatu Astatke, Department of Eagles, Baths, Funkadelic, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brokeback, Autechre, Captain Beefheart, Ebola, Dub Colossus,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Youngblood Brass Band, Lusine, Shogun Kunitoki, Dakota/Dakota, Geskia, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Roel Funcken, Múm, Nadja, Grails, Malajube, Gonjasufi, The Monochrome Set, Do </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Make Say Think, Aphex Twin, All Smiles, Beach House, Tonstartssbandht, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Deerhunter, No Age, Burial, The Zombies, My Bloody Valentine, Graham </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Coxon, Stereolab, Grasscut, Eyehategod, Isotope 217, Mogwai, Lali </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Puna, Mission of Burma, Wire, Bark Psychosis, Squarepusher, Neu!, PVT, Ylid, Tuxedomoon, The </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Books, krill.minima, John Coltrane, Arvo Part, K.C Accidental, Tim Koch, Onra, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleepy Town Manufacture, Shellac, Amorphous Androgynous, Growing, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sebadoh, Wildach Sonnerkraut, Hauschka, RJD2, Ed Harcourt, Soul Coughing, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Marissa Nadler, Olof Arnalds, Kriipis Tulo, Radiohead, Efterklang, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Laura Veirs, Eric Dolphy, Valgeir Sigurdsson, Myrakaru, Tortoise, Aereogramme, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Silver Apples, Bundy K. Brown, The Slits, The Budos Band, The Spinto </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Band, Pixies, Husker Du, Yppah, Tim Hecker, Hammock, Shrinebuilder, Metro </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Manila Aide, Amon Tobin, Solar Bears, Blockhead, Mclusky, Television, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Soft Machine, Lemon Jelly, The Cows, Bullion, Pele, Tracer AMC, Herbie </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hancock, Battles, James Blake, Dustin Wong, Beirut, Someone Still </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Loves You Boris Yeltsin, Ben Frost, Pedro The Lion, Kollektiv Turmstrasse, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Exploding Star Orchestra, Wooden Shjips, CW Stoneking, King Crimson, Ariel Pink's </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Haunted Grafitti, Yoshihiro Hanno, Black Sheep, David Grubbs, VHS </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Head, Blue Daisy, Dillinger Escape Plan, The Skull Defekts, James Blackshaw, Jacaszek, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Neil Young, Bygones, Jesus Lizard, Deerhoof, Barn Owl, Rory Gallagher, Bibio, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Manual, Atlas Sound, EL-P, Acid King, John Carpenter, Ween, Boris, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Flying Lotus, Eskmo, Lightning Bolt, Janelle Monae, Walter Carlos, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AFX, Ghosts & Vodka, Toe, Red House Painters, Leadbelly, Bert Jansch, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Easy Star All-Stars, The Melvins, Noveller, Dirty Three, The Fall, Stars Of The </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lid, Jon Hopkins, Caribou, Gyratory System, Portishead, Kelpe, Vincent Gallo, Sebastien </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tellier, Polvo, The Stooges, Bonobo, Om, Wolf Eyes, The Flaming Lips, Seams, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Darkstar, Tera Melos, Hype Williams, Animal Collective, Piglet, Rustie, Boards Of </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Canada, Lorn, The Black Angels, Intelligence, Sonic Youth, Zach Hill, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Bad Plus, Grass Widow, Blue Aeroplanes, Wet Hair, Times New Viking, Fugazi, Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Paul White, Grizzly Bear, Luke Vibert, BJ Cole, The Octopus Project, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">De Kift, Hanne Hukkelberg, Dirty Projectors, Tom Waits, Sebastien </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tellier, Cex, Hella, Ron Sexsmith, Frank Zappa, Extra Golden, El Tel Eleven, Bell </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Orchestre, Six Finger Satellite, Collections Of Colonies Of Bees, Menomena, FUXA, Built To </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spill, Blonde Redhead, Frightened Rabbit, Souleance, The Doors, Pinback, Maps & Atlases, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nick Cave, Warren Ellis, Amon Duul, Candy Claws, Air, Regina, Zomby, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amiina, The Dead Texan, The Ansion, Bersarin Quartett, State River </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Widening, Tinariwen, Chickenhawk, Pontiak, K-X-P, Slint, Papa M, Murcof, June </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">of 44, Beach House, Sleep, Grandaddy, Elliott Smith, Mice Parade, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Philip Glass, John Lennon, The Walkmen, Acid Bath, TOKiMONSTA, Jaga </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jazzist, Blur, Schneider TM, Dungen, The Tuss, Pere Ubu, Mission of </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Burma, Jeff Buckley, Down, Heatmiser, Mice Parade, Triosk, The Radio </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dept, Disco Inferno, DJ Scotch Egg, Colm Mac Con Iomaire, Led </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zeppelin, Gonjasufi, Polmo Polpo, Cinematic Orchestra, Mars Volta, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spiritualized, Wisp, Mogwai, Sonora Pine, Elliott Smith, David Pajo, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yann Tiersen, Esmerine, Sleeping People, Grizzly Bear, Telefon Tel </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aviv, Gogopod, Eels, Pocket Promise, The Smiths, John Lee Hooker, Van </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Der Graaf Generator, Dinosaur Jr, Electric Wizard, μ-Ziq, Big Black, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bong-Ra, Autechre, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, The Incredible String </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Band, Ali Farka Toure, Toumani Diabate, The Black Keys, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oliver Mtukudzi, The Roots, Paul White, Mount Kimbie, The Notwist, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zola Jesus, Marnie Stern, Wavves, Sparklehorse, Neutral Milk Hotel, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Pharcyde, Anti-Pop Consortium, A Tribe Called Quest, Lorn, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dimlite, Actress, Dorian Concept, Oneohtrix Point Never, Chihei </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hatakeyama, Goblin, Kyuss, Stebmo, Trans Am, Comets On fire, The </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Velvet Underground, Kab Driver, Andreya Triana, Shlohmo, Ital Tek, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Autopilot, Teebs, Shobaleader One, Tomahawk, Damien Jurado, Arms & </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sleepers, Jackhigh, Funki Porcini, Eels, Cluster, Max Richter, Saskrotch, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mouse On Mars, Ceephax Acid Crew, Harry Nilsson, Spoonbill, Starlight </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mints, Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks, Pavement, Beta Band, Lone, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Broadcast, Menomena, Dianogah, Broken Social Scene, Jim O'Rourke, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Monster Zoku Onsomb!, Muddy Waters, DMX Crew, The Rentals, Kaki King, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Memphis Slim, Bogdan Raczynski, Clark, Wesley Willis, Scott Joplin, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Damon Albarn, Jamie Hewlett, The Sea & Cake, Grandaddy, Karen O, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Faraquet, Andy Hamilton, Free The Robots, The Dylan Group, Tied & </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tickled Trio, Jaco Pastorius, The New Tony Williams Lifetime, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fingathing, Spaceheater, Manitoba, Massive Attack, Comma, Brian Eno, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">sBach, Kettel, Shulman, A Hawk and A Hacksaw and the Hun Hangar </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ensemble, Ryuichi Sakamoto, Cannibal Ox, Giraffes? 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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Whatever the reason, and depending on who you talk to, after some reshuffling, evolution or regression, ‘The’ Glade is back, after a fallow year, at its new site: Houghton Hall in Norfolk. The contract is said to be for at least three years, but who knows? Maybe the juxtaposition between the neon-coloured cacophony of the UK’s premier experimental dance music festival and its idyllic new <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6ouafJ0xLY#t=2m00s">Brideshead Revisited backdrop</a> (which neighbours on Prince Charles’ Sandringham estate) will prove to be too great. Glade seems to be passed around by venues like a bit of a smelly leper, presumably because they always make the mistake of giving the owners of the site a free ticket—I was told by one of the organisers that the current owner, David George Philip Cholmondeley, 7th Marquis of Cholmondeley, was staying in one of the boutique yurts. Heaven forbid that he should leave the relative safety of the yurt … though there was almost certainly a friendly reception for him.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Each year of the festival posthumously develops its own moniker, its specific characteristics and fingerprints. ‘<a href="http://youtu.be/Q4VX0pPrXqU">The one where it rained</a>’, for example, went down in meteorological history. What would this one be? Well, security was unprecedentedly tight on entry and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">every</i> single person was sniffed by sniffy daags and searched for booze. Spirits and anything over 12 cans per person was confiscated, and although many people used technical and complicated pint to volume ratio maths to confuse the security, many more still had to leave many supplies in their transports, sitting in the carpark to get smashed all weekend, before stumbling back in to hear some music off louder systems than their car stereos.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another characteristic conversation of the weekend was that of the topography of Norfolk: ‘My god it’s flat and windy’ says a giant penguin to a purple girl in a wheelbarrow. ‘Yes,’ she megaphones ‘It’s also very sandy, which is good for drainage.’ It wasn’t all physical and human geography though, Glade, as we have come to expect, means a great deal to its loyal followers and boasts more musical insanity than you could ever consume in one, now significantly reduced, lifespan. This was aided this year by the introduction of ‘Nanosystems’, smaller rigs showcasing yet more DJs and fun gimmicky concepts like ball pools, organised dance offs and interactive laser shows.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Although the psytrance-worshipping consciousness-expanders down in the ID Spiral may want to fly in the face of postmodernism and reassert a universal objectivity which all enlightened spirits can tap into once on the correct spiritual or chemical plane, I will try and review from a slightly more gonzo perspective, seeing as I only saw what I saw and heard what I heard (…I think). That, and I’m sure that Mr Thompson could’ve certainly found some of his own specific type of craic down at the Glade.</span></div>
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The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-15620902799652197942011-06-15T14:02:00.003+00:002011-10-14T15:30:30.035+00:00Klassik Album #002: Dinosaur Jr. - You're Living All Over Me [1987; SST]<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://midnightpunk.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/dinosaur-jr-youre-living-all-over-me-19871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://midnightpunk.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/dinosaur-jr-youre-living-all-over-me-19871.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When a grey and somewhat ageing Dinosaur Jr. announced a fully-fledged reunion in 2005, including new material from the original line-up for the first time since 1988's <i>Bug</i>, the reception was far from overwhelmingly positive. In many ways, as has become something of a tradition with most "legendary" reunions (i.e.Pixies, Pavement, Slint) the initial reaction was a strange — though by no means unexpected — combination of suspicion and raw anticipation. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In other words, the fans appeared equally split — divided into those fearing a tainted legacy and those who could barely contain almost bedwettable excitement. And still, the good intentions of both stemmed from an identical source: the tail-ends of the 1980s, when J Mascis's alt-rock trio irrevocably changed the face of guitar music forever. It was in one of these years, 1987, that their most brilliant statement was forged. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Flanked by years candidly epitomised by their landmark recordings — <i>The Queen Is Dead </i>and <i>Daydream Nation —</i> <i>You're Living All Over Me</i> was not only the missing link between hardcore punk, grunge and beyond, it also stood as a much-needed distraction in a universe slowly coming to terms with Madonna, Thatcher securing a third term and BBC weatherman Michael Fish's retrospectively amusing manslaughter. While Moz and Co. were just about single-handedly penetrating the <em>zeitgeist</em> of Thatcherite Britain, Stateside, Dinosaur Jr. were in the process of giving birth to the next. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so it goes: whilst their 1985 debut album merely hinted at future brilliance, <i>YLAOM</i> remains Dinosaur Jr.'s track-by-track masterclass in noise punk indie pop, a wholly interchangeable non-term that only the Pixies (who else?) could lay claim to. By merging a carefully considered balance of levelling riffs, starry-eyed, nonchalant subject matter ("I'll be grazing by your window, please come pat me on the head / Just want to find out why you're nice to me for") <i>ripping </i>solos and pure — unashamedly <em>pop</em> — chord progressions, it simply sounded like nothing else out there. It defied comparison in almost every way: never before had a record distilled so many opposing genres without even remotely hinting at pastiche or clumsy imitation. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In reality, the alchemical formula went much further: Mascis's slightly flat, incomparably lazy vocal delivery, Lou Barlow's artlessly hostile bass-playing and Murph's frankly powerhouse drumming coalesced to create a virtually unbeatable set-up from the fore. So much so, for an album that bolts forth courtesy of the spine-tinglingly effervescent 'Little Fury Things' and climaxes with a thoroughly mesmerising cover of The Cure's 'Just Like Heaven', you would be well placed to find a single dud amongst the likes of 'Raisans' and the pleasantly bizarre 'In A Jar'. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More than anything else, <i>You're Living All Over Me </i>captures a three-piece at the peak of their powers, commanding their very own style (after all, what other band could you headbang, sway and twiddle your thumbs to all in the same gig?) And it's for that precise reason Dinosaur Jr. were, along with the inimitable R.E.M., one of the most representative baton carriers for several simmering scenes in the U.S. towards a brand new era of quintessential college rock. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While the likes of Public Enemy were properly sticking it to the man, Mascis, Barlow and Murph just wanted to let off steam: with lyrics that made Buddy Holly sound like Maynard James Keenan, four-chord anthems guided by a <i>bona fide </i>guitar hero and some of the finest melodies ever committed to tape, it was a record that reeked — and reeks still — of endless summer, ripped jeans and beat-up Stratocasters. Better still, along with say, the Ramones' 1976 self-titled and innumerable Buddy Holly and The Crickets compilations, it remains one the most affecting collections of songs about triviality ever assembled. </span><br />
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When The Streets wrote ‘A Grand Don’t Come For Free’, I doubt they could ever have foreseen how accurate the song title would become as a description for the state of the modern music industry. Long gone for the majority are the days of a whirlwind major label romance with a signing party, huge advance and a fat sack of cocaine to slump your weathered rock star face in for the rest of the evening. These days if you’re making music for the money, you’re barking up the wrong tree. In fact, you couldn’t be further away from the tree if you were stood in the middle of a McDonald’s Amazonian deforestation sector. Being a professional touring and recording artist is probably as hard as it’s ever been, and isn’t a commitment to be undertaken lightly.<br />
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Something to remember for the uninitiated; nobody likes a diva. It will not endear venue staff, crew, fans or band members to you. It will make you look like a cunt. When you’re getting paid £50 to be the opening band for Queens Of The Stone Age, please try to remember that you are not in fact a member, friend or colleague of said band. Also please try to remember that those 2000 people are not, contrary to what you may think, there to see your band. They don’t give a fuck about you. Be polite, do your job, and fuck off home.<br />
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The most successful bands rising through the ranks at the moment are, as has always been the case, the most hard working ones; the bands who have holed themselves up in a practice room for a year making sure they are playing the best they can and have written the best material they possibly can; the bands who spend hours online chatting to their fans; the bands who film endless behind the scenes footage, create interesting cover versions, devise exciting competitions; the bands who tour relentlessly for little to nothing; the bands who sell their own merchandise and conduct their own soundchecks. These are the bands that, eventually, break through and earn the recognition they deserve for being outstanding musicians and songwriters.<br />
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“What is this fresh hell?” You may well ask.<br />
This, my friend, is the music industry...come on in.<br />
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The first in our series of <i>Albums for After Midnight</i> is <i>Insides</i> by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Hopkins">Jon Hopkins</a>. It was his third LP, released in 2009 on Domino Records and you can listen to the whole thing in the embedded playlist above! Yessir!The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-29961461623657624852011-05-10T13:10:00.000+00:002011-06-23T19:14:18.000+00:00DEMO #001: Kate Farquharson - Chronological<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The stripped bare piano/vocals arrangements are immediately more interesting and less saccharine than many of Kate's already successful <a href="http://youtu.be/ofLMud8i3Xo">peers</a>. The bucketloads of talent required to produce music like this at such a young age is just spilling out of these no-more-than-2-mins songs. Have a listen yourself...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Demos or any music you want to send us can be sent to <a href="mailto:thebreadcrumbtrail@live.com">thebreadcrumbtrail@live.com</a>, or alternatively find us on Facebook. Don't be shy!</span>The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-32221868629277997942011-05-09T23:42:00.000+00:002011-06-29T14:42:37.152+00:00Flaming Lips and The Boredom of the Gummy Skull.<style type="text/css">
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<div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You see, if, like the BNP's tentative Putney representative (Stern) John Lennon, you "read the Sun today, oh boy" or, to be more accurate, "three weeks ago on Pitchfork after a particularly half-hearted wank" you'll probably have read a story about Wayne Coyne and Co. spontaneously <span class="s1">combusting</span> deciding to unleash a minus-yer-thumb handful of Gummi Skulls - jellified "sweetie" heads effectively (oh-er) - containing individual USB sticks featuring "new and original Flaming Lips material" ("not actual quote" - you can quote "me" on <i>that</i>).</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That is, dearest Breeder fans: <i>non-edible</i> memory sticks containing four new songs nestling deep with <i>wholly-edible</i> confectionary craniums, not to mention personally sold at a local record store by "Wee One" Coyne himself. How heartfelt and unManny-like of him! (Manny once done the <i>exact</i> opposite during a 1996 coke binge in Leeds city centre - but more on that later). </span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Not only that, Coyne personally tracked - <i>tracked! </i>- his movements from "concept" to recording to production to car to store to dollar for die-hard fans (inc. Bruce "What you baking about?" Willis) to a) hype up, b) froth over and c) bug-eyedly revere <i>in theory</i> deep within the barkiest, fruit-loopiest recesses of Twitter and beyond (cubby-holes the world over). </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And even <i>THAT</i> is beside the point! So what<i> is </i>the point you may ask? Well, I'll tell you! Courtesy of the interweb-super-<em>why</em>-way we've been flung four predominantly instrumental "vignettes" (best appreciated with fucked on wine) beginning with the "sonic niece to Bitches Brew-era Miles Davis" </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">'Drug Chart' - a real slow-burning Ceres-climber featuring sparse sub-dub, muffled vox and one of the most tolerable chorusless choruses in muzak (i.e. the piss-stained Parisian elevators of the unconscious, yegedme?).</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<div class="p1" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, as we stand, one non-song (hic!) down and the initial reaction of your reviewer? "Dis shit be something of a Ulrika moment gone wrong, k? A would-be genius brainstorm gone crappy. A self-satisified piece of shit that I don't know if I could be arsed "reviewing" because it's that shit and tedious and making me hate the Flaming Lips for being so incompetent and hasty with this incompetence). </span></div><div class="p1"><br />
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Fitting sentiments at this time of year, by anyone's standards. Death Grips is Zach Hill's noise-hop collaboration with fellow Sacramentoites that, for the life of me, I cannot seem to identify (answers on a postcard...).<br />
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Death Grips is a musical <a href="http://sprott.physics.wisc.edu/pickover/mobius-book.html">Moebius strip</a> that makes you feel like you're playing some kind of real life hip-hop <a href="http://portal.wecreatestuff.com/">Portal</a> ... in a dream ... or in any case that's the precise image conjured up by the song Culture Shock:<br />
"You need to vibrate higher (... so you can capture the opening of the portal that connects this earth of 3d to the one earth of 4d or 5d, going to the 5d)" :<br />
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The whole exercise is fairly mind blowing, and the production is as dark and choppy as anything Zach Hill's <a href="http://youtu.be/r1AkWz19Cdw">done</a>, even if it's not entirely different-prime-number-every-bar time signatures, like some of his previous.<br />
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Not that this is surprising, even <a href="http://youtu.be/i3aIvO6G_30">Bygones</a> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(see 3:29 onwards for </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[potential]</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> greatest riff of all time)</span> showed a more restrained style than his work with Hella, and his collab' with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mpce4jcTU-E">Wavves</a> was practically minimalist compared to that. In Death Grips ... there's not even a drum kit on all of the songs, but you can always hear his signature chops in the samples and the general aggressivity of the drumlines alongside the weird, scratchy, rhythmic synth work and effects the likes of which we've heard in a lot of his <a href="http://youtu.be/9uSF1NgPumA">solo stuff</a> ... I genuinely love the man.<br />
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THE DEATH GRIPS EX-MILLITARY MIXTAPE IS OUT ON 27.04.2011 (Immediately after completion of the Lightworker's year of transformation) AND IS GOING TO KNOCK YOUR BLOCK OVER.<br />
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"<a href="http://youtu.be/Xhx_sNHYnOI">Gaga</a> <a href="http://youtu.be/2I8wGAsVk_I">can't</a> <a href="http://youtu.be/seHnYJhP54k">handle</a> <a href="http://youtu.be/57-ZPo66zYM">this</a> <a href="http://youtu.be/RhYwLDkxJYA">shit</a>."The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-19076175891496927322011-04-23T12:57:00.000+00:002011-06-23T19:15:03.496+00:00EARTOTHEGROUND: Prefuse 73 - The Only She ChaptersSpeaking of Prefuse 73, here's a free album taster download for his forthcoming release <i>The Only She Chapters</i>, out on Monday.<br />
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There is a distinct focus on out-of-focus layers and textures, and album opener,<a href="http://youtu.be/1Es8wTDD6lk"> <i>The Only Recollection of Where Life Stopped</i></a> is <i>bona fide</i> noise. The entire album is replete with clicking, grinding, dripping, bipping, booping, clacking ... melodic and rhythmic, and sometimes neither ... both sampled and synthesized. Plonk this alongside samples of oriental string instruments and melodic percussion, all layering together within layer upon layer of background textures ... some tracks are pure exercises in texture, see <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szm8TqcLeNA">The Only Direction in Concrete</a></i>, featuring <a href="http://youtu.be/m2ELsTsqvyk">Zola Jesus</a> ... get some top notch collaborations (mostly female vocalists), with P73 at the helm who, chaotic as the album is, embues it with a progression which never seems lost or confused. <br />
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Release Date: 25.04.2011The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-25600384627633998332011-04-23T10:35:00.000+00:002011-06-29T14:43:07.538+00:00MIX: Baconhead - Kid's TV MixBaconhead's new mix is of a Kid's Tv Theme ...<br />
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Underlying <i>With Our Heads...</i> is Wiltzie's everpresent trademark orchestral drone, and the overall effect of its coupling with Acda's so-dreamy-they-might-not-actually-be-real-after-all vocals really does almost make the use of the word "ethereal" too obvious to use in reference to any of sleepingdog's releases. And yet, it's something rarely avoided...<br />
This is an album where all Wiltzie's best talents for creating understated, deep-set soundscapes are put to work in various fairly disparate ways. At times these almost engulf Acda's manipulated vocals, such as on album opener <i>Untitled Ballad of You and Me</i>, and at other times, the relative crispness of the vocal production, with the higher level of the vocals in the mix lends particular emphasis to the lyrics, such as on first single off the album, <i>He Loved to See the World Through His Camera</i>.<br />
The natural quality of Acda's voice, and Wiltzie's long-established knack for unwittingly powerful arrangements make for a record of such intense warmth, that if you threw it on a bonfire ... emmm ... well ... depending on what format it was in, it would probably melt ... but for the sake of a metaphor, everybody would probably have to step back a bit ...<br />
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Anyway ... listen to it for yourself ...<br />
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</div><div>Release Date: 25.04.2011</div>The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648958953856112972.post-60710913098981555952011-04-22T15:33:00.000+00:002011-06-23T19:45:19.657+00:00The Breadcrumbs are Music.Hello there, people of network (Breadcrumb T)rail.<br />
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Welcome to the new <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Breadcrumb Trail Music Blog</span>.<br />
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Since the ultimately untimely demise of the late, great Féile FM, and prior to that, our personal funds, our incarnation as Northern Ireland's only vaguely experimental music radio show has been rendered dormant (though we do expect to return to the airwaves before the end of 2011, and thus before the end of the world).<br />
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If you missed The Breadcrumb Trail on Féile FM, you can still listen back to some of the shows <a href="http://www.mixcloud.com/thebreadcrumbtrail">here</a>.<br />
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Naturally, as <i>de facto</i> audio-fascists, we miss telling people what they should have in their ears, and this is why, without (much) further adooo, we at The Breadcrumb Trail (Brian and Eamonn) are pleased to declare <b>THE BREADCRUMB TRAIL MUSIC BLOG</b> ...<br />
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</div>As our first act we would like to say how pleasant it is to have all considerations of restrictions placed upon us by governmental bodies, or what exactly people do or do not want or need to hear between the hours of 9 and 11pm (conceivably while driving down Stockman's Lane in their 1998 Mazda 121) on Thursday evenings lifted from our shoulders.<br />
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Secondly, WE WANT <b>YOU</b> TO GET INVOLVED. Send us anything, demos, reviews, abuse ... if they are interesting or funny enough we will not hesitate in potentially putting it up on this blog, or intergrating it into our own personalities, if it's really really good. Our email is <a href="mailto:thebreadcrumbtrail@live.com">thebreadcrumbtrail@live.com</a>.<br />
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WE WANT <b>YOUR DEMOS</b>: Give us your music. We will listen to it all. We will put up what we consider to be fitting for what is essentially an experimental and generally weird music blog, but we always make exception for the exceptional. So if it's really <b>really</b> good, it doesn't matter what it is ... get it?<br />
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We will be bringing a new <b>LOCAL PEOPLE </b>feature too, and we are asking people from all over the shop to please write Local People articles about bands, artists or their local music scene in general, wherever it may be ... We are all (both of us) very interested to see how far afield this reaches. Also, feel free to send us anything at all, if we find it interesting or funny enough, we'll definitely put it up/integrate it into our own personalities.<br />
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SO GET WRITING.<br />
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Lastly, and least leastly ... once we obtain certain equipment, we shall be bringing you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">regular podcasts</span>. Woooo.<br />
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I think that's probably quite enough <s>excitement</s> information for everybody to be getting on with for now, so just keep an eye out for imminent Crumbs.<br />
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And thanks!<br />
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Brian and Eamonn.The Breadcrumb Trail.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991019202162376509noreply@blogger.com0