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Live in Edinburgh This Week – 23rd May 2011

And as May turns into June… Spring inevitably turns into November.  Fucking great, Scotland, well done.  Thanks.

Anyhow, you’d think putting on a gig on Tuesday, for all its drawbacks, would at least leave you relatively free of competition but this week, for some inexplicable reason, there are two absolutely cracking gigs on Tuesday night.  Other than that I have to confess I don’t see much on at all this week – neither in my quick skim through the websites of Edinburgh’s venues, nor in my own Facebook events calender.

In fact, am I the only person who still pays attention to event invites on Facebook?  I mean, it’s kind of my job, but when I send out invites for Toad events most people tend not to reply at all, although I suppose that doesn’t mean they don’t read them.  In any case, I have every sympathy.

Monday 23rd May 2011: Villagers at the Liquid Room.

I was never all that taken with Villagers, I have to confess.  I liked what I heard of their stuff, but it didn’t exactly thrill me, if I’m being honest. Nevertheless, I’ve heard some very complimentary words about them around and about so I thought you might be interested in this one.

Tuesday 24th May 2011: Sparrow & the Workshop, Haight Ashbury & The Stormy Seas at Sneaky Pete’s.

Sparrow are touring their new album around the UK as of this week, and I am really looking forward to seeing them live again.  Jill’s singing is more forceful than ever, and the guitar and drums are getting just plain ferocious, and they have always been an immense live band.  But they clash with The Lovely Eggs!  The bastards!  What to do?

Tuesday 24th May 2011: The Lovely Eggs, Kid Canaveral, Cancel the Astronauts & Zed Penguin at the Voodoo Rooms.

The Lovely Eggs embody a sort of twee Northern eccentricity which reminds me very, very strongly of the couple of years of my life I have spent living in Manchester.  There are times when I think they might possibly be awful, and then times when I think they might be unparallelled geniuses, but I never quite know what side of that fence I would come down on if forced to choose.  They’re really quite fantastically unhinged live, too, so I strongly recommend getting along to see them.  Assuming you don’t go to Sparrow and the Workshop of course, which would also be an excellent decision.  Aaaaagh, decisions!

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Meursault on Tour with Sparrow & the Workshop

So, Sparrow and the Workshop.  Turns out they’re not just awesome at tunes, they’re also incredibly nice people.  But you knew that already, of course.

Apart from coming round the house to record an excellent podcast a few weeks back, they also recorded one of the first ever Toad Sessions back in August 2008.  And now they’ve been so kind as to invite Meursault to tour with them at the end of May.

Meursault won’t be on the Scottish dates, and will be taking a day off from the tour on the 28th May to pop down to London and play at the Brainlove Festival, along with Rob St. John, and a DJ set from my good self, as well as the awesome Bastardgeist, David Thomas Broughton and Napoleon III.

All ticket links can be found on the Sparrow and the Workshop site, and I’ve embedded a couple of videos below the tour dates so you can see what the all-new, all-singing, all-dancing Meursault sound like, as well as the new Sparrow single.

26 May, the Cluny 2 in Newcastle
27 May, the Rainbow in Birmingham
28 May. Sparrow & the Workshop play Puzzle Hall in Sowerby Bridge, and Meursault play the Brainlove Festival at the Brixton Windmill in London.
29 May, the Roadhouse in Manchester
30 May, the O2 Academy in Liverpool
1 June, free show at the Forum in Sheffield
2 June, the South Street Arts Centre in Reading
3 June, Clwb Ifor Bach in Cardiff
4 June, Louisiana in BRISTOL

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Toadcast #175 – The Floydcast

The Floydcast is named after that furry fuckwit in the picture: the Song, by Toad house cat and Mrs. Toad’s imbecilic companion of the last seven years.  Last night we had him killed.  I know you’re supposed to say ‘put to sleep’ or whatever, but when the poor wee fucker is looking plaintively at you because you’re the only person at the vet’s that he actually trusts it really does feel like execution.

We think he had lung cancer of some form or other.  His lungs had clouded up, the vet had tried more or less every trick they could, and he was still battling for every breath.  In the end we had him put down because his poor wee lungs were so fucked that even in the off chance we could have found what was wrong and put it right, he would still have been limping his way through what remained of his life on half a gulp of breath.

Anyhow, as much as a nuisance as I found the wee bastard I really will miss his idiotic presence, capering about the house like an arse and getting in the way whenever you try and do anything.  He would come and sit in my lap when I was trying to write this and try and lick my fingers as I typed, and that’s the least of it.  Fucking pain in the arse, he was.  And I really, really will miss the wee fucker.

Direct download: Toadcast #175 – The Floydcast

01. Bombadil – So Many Ways to Die (00.09)
02. Yajé – True Love Will Find You in the End (Daniel Johnston cover) (09.24)
03. The Douglas Firs – A Military Farewell (13.31)
04. Sebastian Dangerfield – Morris (22.05)
05. Glass Animals – Drips (28.14)
06. The History of Apple Pie – Tug (33.40)
07. The Twilight Sad – Suck (Wedding Present cover) (39.50)
08. U.S. Girls – If The Walls Could Talk (45.42)
09. BITCHES – Wallet (47.53)
10. Tied to the Branches – Backwards (50.56)
11. Cold Seeds – Leave Me to Lie Alone in the Ground (57.59)

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Friday is Playing at Our House, Our House

Sorry this one’s a bit late, but that gorgeous graphic above didn’t just draw itself y’know. That is, as the more perceptive of you will have already surmised, the official announcement of our next Song, by Toad house gig.  Avital Raz is touring the UK and Alex Cornish is friend of mine since back in the earliest days of the blog, and has a new album on the way.

It will be the usual score, a fiver each, all of which goes directly to the artists, and you can either bring your own booze or chip in toward the keg of Stewart’s somethingorother which Mrs. Toad and I will provide. Tickets can be bought here, and please do buy them in advance, because it really helps us to have some idea of numbers, and the last two house gigs did sell out:



Now, time to waste what little remains of Friday afternoon before sauntering off down the pub to get battered, get in a fight, and wake up on a container ship bound for the Philippines with no idea how you got there.

1. If you were to wake up in the bowels of a container ship with no idea how you got there, at which port would you prefer to be moored?
2. What exotic animal would become your faithful chum on the long journey home.
3. And what name would this faithful chum be given?
4. What would be your chief mode of transport?
5. Which foreign language do you most wish you could speak?

And five songs, in this case from my childhood in Vienna.  These are mostly songs my mum would approve of (that’s not me trying to deflect the guilt in a guilty pleasure – I like them too).

Culture Club – Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?

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Huey Lewis & the News – The Power of Love

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Kim Carnes – Mistaken Identity

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Alison Moyet – Steal Me Blind

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Billy Joel – Piano Man

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Psychedelic Horseshit – Laced

I first heard about Psychedelic Horseshit when they signed to Fatcat Records, but they have a lot more history than that, so I can’t claim to be anything like an expert on their music.

All I knew of them prior to this release was the free (and brilliant) Acid Tape they released to celebrate their signing, and this meltdown of an interview with the Washington Post from a good couple of years ago.  In that interview, which is worth reading, not least because it’s pretty bloody hilarious, the band effectively have a gigantic tantrum about the concept of lo-fi.

Amongst other things they claim to despise lo-fi and claim that they actually wanted to make a big glossy pop record, and that any perceived lo-fi elements are simply because that was the limit of their equipment and their ability to use that equipment.

I assume that anyone who has actually heard their earlier records (and I only know Shitgaze Anthems and Acid Tape) will join me in saying that that kind of claim smells very deeply of fish.  If that is really, truly the best you can do with recording equipment, then unless I am overlooking something, you are a bit of an idiot.

Even I could do better than that the very first time I recorded anything, so I think they were being just a little disingenuous. Just listen to the arrangements and delivery on Acid Tape – no amount of glossy recording in the world was going to make that a pop record anyway.  Turning the gain down a bit so you don’t overload everything is what you learn right after someone shows you the On switch.

Anyhow, that interview was just over two years ago now, so I don’t want to go on about it, but it does put this album into context, because whether you think they were talking bollocks or not, the band has been true to their word and recorded a remarkably clean album.  Of course, none of the noises they have made are any the less odd for being clean, so Laced is still one of the oddest pop records I’ve heard this year, but it’s a fuck of a lot less abrasive than their earlier stuff.

When I say less abrasive, I don’t mean that it’s not as challenging as usual.  The sweet pop melodies in their actual songs emerge just as rarely as ever, remaining otherwise swathed in a kind of ramshackle post-punk cross between psychedelia and experimentalism.  They crash along like they have no idea what they’re up to, and tease you with pop every once in a while, but the core of the album is still as unsettling as ever, just with the new production style it feels less explicitly hostile.

This album has a pretty good balance, with songs like French Countryside positively jolly by Psychedelic Horseshit’s standards.  The absence of that all-consuming fuzz does make this album a lot jumpier and more erratic, rather than the indefinably malevolent dream which seemed to accompany previous work.  I think I prefer white noise to electronic hyperactivity, so when this element is at its most extreme I do find myself less comfortable with the record.

In general I think I still prefer this lot when they assault you with the buzz of angry guitars, and they may punch me for saying this, but I kinda liked the lo-fi stuff.  Nevertheless, if you want your pop music to sound like it’s completely plastered and making inappropriately sexual remarks to your mother, then these are the guys for you.

Psychedelic Horseshit – French Countryside

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Psychedelic Horseshit – Laced

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Independent Label Market

Alright, having just written a big long post advising people not to be jealous… I have to confess, this event makes me more than a little envious.  I know I am a hypocrite, but I didn’t think it would be this obvious this soon!  There is an Independent Label Market taking place in London this weekend, where the owners of independent record labels man stalls selling their own releases, and I want to be there to shop and I would very much like to be there to peddle our own wares.

All the major indies – Beggars Group for example – will be there, as well as Angular, Domino, Mute, Bella Union, Chess Club, Fortuna Pop!, Heavenly, House Anxiety, Merok, Moshi Moshi, Peacefrog, R&S, Transparent, Tri-Angle and Wall Of Sound.  Quite a roll call.

Every time I think about the label and our catalogue of releases I find myself thinking ‘well in six months, it’ll be an amaaaazing selection’. At some point I suppose you have to stop saying that and take some pride in your catalogue as it is, but you know, there are always new plans and new ideas, and I suppose I’ve always got my eye on the future in one way or another.  Also, we’re releasing a lot of vinyl in the next few months, and I am really looking forward to that, which is always a nice feeling.

Anyhow, according to this article in The Quietus, which is where I first heard about the event, Joe Daniel from Angular was inspired to initiate the market by a combination of Record Shop Day and doing the merch desk for one of his own bands.  I have done this before myself, and it is a real pleasure.  When you’re the one who was silly enough to invest in something, there is always so much you can tell someone about why you loved it so much, about how the album came into being, and all sorts of other things.

So if you’re in London this week, go along to this, because it looks really interesting.  A little like Record Shop Day there will be exclusives and rarities and so on, so it should also be a great day for professional eBayers.  If you see one, kick them hard in the genitals for me, please.

More about the event can be found on Facebook and their Tumblr site.

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Evil Hand – Huldra

My my, this has been a long time coming, this particular review.  I put a song from this album on a podcast months ago, and have somehow never quite managed to write a review so umm… apologies for keeping you all waiting.

Whilst this is was presented to me as an album, I get a slightly different impression (which may be entirely wrong).  Derek from Evil Hand, who I first wrote about when I reviewed his Bottle of Evil collaboration last year, has recently moved to Ireland and this feels as much like a clearing of the decks as it does an album in its own right, per se.

He even went as far as to preempt my predictable ‘too long’ critcism, which I seem to level at every single record ever recorded, by pointing out that since it was free (download here) he figured why not throw a few slow-burners in there.  Again, that impression of being a ‘here is what I have’ compilation rather than what we normally think of as an album.  This could, of course, be completely wrong, but there you go, I’ve said it now.

In musical terms Huldra drifts from acoustic to shoegazey pop tunes, from long and unyielding buildups to songs which almost qualify as ditties.  Almost. Some of the guitar textures remind me of Debutant (who also has an album for free download) whereas at other times there’s a bit more, ummm… how to phrase this… jauntiness about proceedings.

This is an album I am reviewing not because I think it is sheer unadulterated brilliance from beginning to end. On the contrary, I would say it is indeed a little long, a little inconsistent and perhaps lacks a little for cohesion at times.

When it is good, however, it is really very good indeed.  Songs like Returned in Time have barely been bettered in Scotland this year, and it is not alone.  The Kelpie sounds for all the world like a Scottish Kurt Vile, and it follows into the excellent, rhythmic, escalating Timeline.

All in all Huldra is a fine canter through the world of indie guitar music, and even its inconsistency seems to be the result of a lightness of touch which eschews dwelling too long on any one thing, and simply finishes off an idea and bounces on to the next one. If I was thinking of this as a formal release I might be tempted to set about it with pruning shears, but as it is it works really well as a taster of what Derek is capable.  Which on this evidence is quite a bit.

Evil Hand – Returned in Time

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Evil Hand – The Kelpie

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Never Resent Other People’s Success

It’s easy to say, isn’t it, but oh so very hard to do: whatever else you do in the music business, never get into the habit of resenting other people’s success.

I had an absolutely awful temper as a kid.  I don’t think anyone I currently know has ever really seen me lose it, because it doesn’t really happen these days.  But I went through a couple of years of getting into fights, shouting at referees, smashing up things in frustration, and just generally giving too much vent to my feelings.

Eventually I got myself sent off in a cup semi-final and banned from the final.  At that point – the wise old age of about fourteen – I decided something had to change, and it did.  Now I don’t really lose my temper.  The rage still boils away somewhere down there, but it is so suppressed that I barely even register it anymore.  The same is true of competitive jealousy.

It’s really, really tough when you’re involved in something like music, which is so very subjective, to not gaze on in disgust when someone you think isn’t really all that good starts to achieve anything and think ‘what the fuck is wrong with these people?’ and ‘how dare they like Bad Fun?’ and so on and so forth.

I’ve seen it surrounding the T-Break Heats, I saw it on that embarrassing post complaining about anti-folk a few months ago, and I personally feel it every single time a label or blog or band with which I am not associated gets any sort of plaudits whatsoever.  Anything.  Even when the band in question are my friends I feel a little twang of ‘well hey, what about our bands?’

Basically, I can be a very ungracious, unpleasant, competitive little shit.  But I am not alone.  For a huge number of people in music the success of others comes as a personal affront, as if other people have somehow robbed them of something that should rightfully be theirs. I feel this too, but like my childhood temper, I have learned to bury it very, very deep, to the extent that most of the time I just don’t even notice it anymore because, basically, it is pointless and it gets in your way.  And no-one likes a whinger either.

The enjoyment of music is not something people run out of, remember.  So just because someone likes some crap band or other doesn’t mean that that there is more or less chance of them liking yours. And, even more importantly, no matter how much you hate another successful band from your area, anyone being successful is actually good for you. That way Scotland (or Edinburgh, or Idaho or wherever) becomes known as a place for good music and fans, DJs, labels and writers start looking there more than usual, which is good for everyone.  I’m sure loads of people in Portland hate the Decemberists, but their emergence was good for the city as a whole, whatever you think of the band themselves.

Even before I started the label I knew full well that the success of other small labels in Scotland, be it Fence or Chemikal, Olive Grove or Armellodie, was good for Song, by Toad Records as it built the reputation of the whole country as an incubator of talent and a place to look for exciting grass-roots projects.

And then Armellodie did better getting the Scottish Enlightenment on the radio than I did with Yusuf Azak, and then Olive Grove got The Son(s) in Drowned in Sound whereas Inspector Tapehead got bugger all, and that rage started boiling away again, and I had to slap myself around the face and remind myself that Steve Lamacq choosing to play Mitchell Museum and not The Savings and Loan is almost certainly not him choosing to play them instead of The Savings and Loan.  People tend to judge things on their own merits – they probably just have different criteria than you.

Even in situations which are directly competitive, such as the T-Break Heats, whatever your darkest thoughts, whinging about it only achieves one thing: making you look bad. In any case, it’s probably misplaced.  There was a rather amusing piece of self-justification published on Radar afterwards, and I think it rather missed the point.

It’s not, in my opinion, a very good list of finalists.  But then, it was selected by committee, so of course it’s a bit shit.  Never at any time in the history of Western thought has anything been made better by the involvement of a committee.  By definition they will make things less interesting and more predictable, because whatever their personal opinions, they still have to agree amongst themselves. Most of them were probably just pleased to get the one or two bands they really did care about on list, and were happy to let a lot of the rest of it slide.

And of course some bands have an advantage because of who they know.  And of course there are biases involved.  This is a human business. But I will eat my hat if there were any conspiracies, because it just doesn’t work like that.  The judges just have different criteria than you.  Take your pals who you agree with the most about music and see how divergent your ‘most promising bands of 2011′ lists end up being and you’ll get an idea.

You also have to bear the audience in mind. Why was Jason from The Pop Cop on that T Break panel and not me (grr, burning rage and resentment!) Well before I get into churlish bickering about quality and taste, look at the festival in question.  Who writes more about T in the Park-friendly bands, Song, by Toad or the Pop Cop?  The answer is obvious, and suddenly my jealousy looks a bit silly. [edit: whoops, it was GoNorth, not T-Break, but that doesn't matter much in terms of the point, I don't think]

It’s a bit like me sulking about none of our bands being covered in the NME.  I think the NME is awful, so why would I expect them to think anything else of the music we release?  Other people at our level do get covered though, and I invariably feel a pang of rage until I remind myself of the fact that an honest promo letter from Song, by Toad Records to the NME would read something like this: “Dear NME, I have no respect whatsoever for your publication, which is basically just Heat magazine for music, however I do acknowledge that it would be financially advantageous for you to feature our bands on your pages, and I therefore enclose…”

It’s really easy to become resentful about other people appealing to a different audience to yours, but you have to remind yourself that if they are that different an audience then they were never likely to be into your stuff anyway.  If you want to appeal to that audience you probably have to do things differently, and would you really, honestly want to make or release different music to the music you are currently making? I doubt it.  Or at least I hope not, because if that is the case, you should be doing it already, irrespective.

Allowing any of this petty jealousy or resentment to take any kind of hold on your attitude is really dangerous – and I am not lecturing, because I can be guilty of this myself if I allow it to happen.  First and foremost it basically makes you look like an idiot, but more importantly it can really distract you from what you should be doing.  And what you should be doing is this: just getting the fuck on with it.

The only way to improve or to achieve anything is to get the fuck on with it, do your work, release your records, write your blog, practise practise practise, and only worry about what you are achieving. Spending your time fretting about who doesn’t like you, who isn’t interested, who won’t listen is counter-productive.  You only have so much energy, so don’t waste it when there are more than enough people out there who are interested to keep you busier than you can probably handle anyway.

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The First Music I Ever Wanted to Buy

I’ve said before on this blog that my descent into music obsession was a relatively gentle one.  It was sort of like boiling a frog.  One year I was making slightly more mixtapes for people than most of my other friends and then, merely twenty years later I’ve quit my job, burned my clothes and disappeared off into the depths of the Forest of Musicdale with nothing but a spear and a loincloth for protection. And it was so gradual I never even noticed it happening.

Tracing this kind of mania back to the very start is kind of tricky.  I mean, I remember liking children’s programmes, but only under duress.  Even at age four I thought I was far too grown up for that sort of thing, so if my mum ever caught me singing along or doing the actions I used to hate her for a bit.

I progressed from children’s television to liking songs which were borderline children’s songs, but nevertheless in the pop charts.  The first songs I actually remember liking at all were probably Shaddap Your Face by Joe Dolce (for obvious reasons) and Shakin’ Stevens’ This Ole House (oh fuck off, I was five).  See?  Still basically children’s songs.

I can’t remember the first actual song I really liked, although my parents could probably tell you a lot more.  Tina Turner’s 1984 definitely appealed, as did Rio by Duran Duran and We Gotta Get Out of This Place by the Animals.  There are still pretty obvious, although decreasing, links to the kind of music which would appeal to children in there; lyrics about “beware the savage claw” and lines like “we gotta get out of this place” are probably an easy enough sell to kids.

But the first time I actually remember hearing something on the radio and actively wanting to buy it was probably when I was about eight years old or so.  It was a bit of a bonding moment with my mum if I recall, as she had pretty much the same reaction the first time we heard The Reflex by Duran Duran.

I don’t remember if there was any excitement about the release date, but I do remember the anticipation when we actually brought the record home for the first time and put it on the record player.  I have no idea if there was dancing, although knowing my mum there almost certainly was on her part.  I have no idea if I even liked the album.  But it’s definitely the first time I can ever remember actively wanting to buy an album for any reason at all.

So that was where it all started: with Tina Turner and Duran Duran.  And it was years before my dad’s far more hipster-friendly music collection even got a look in.

Duran Duran – The Reflex

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Live in Edinburgh This Week – 16th May 2011

For those of you who missed this week’s podcast (and if you did, then shame on you indeed) then you will know that Mrs. Toad and I went down to London for the weekend to visit some old school friends.  It was a little odd.  The couples with kids asked the married couples about marriage and the couples who were married asked the ones with kids about kids, but none of the couples who were married were the ones with the kids.  If only any of our gay pals had been there we’d probably have been able to engineer the final downfall of Old-fashioned Family Values (TM) all by ourselves.

Anyhow, we had a great time, but it can be a little tiring meeting people at lunch, then other people for dinner, and drinking all the way through both.  Mrs. Toad has already taken to her bed wailing about illness, and I doubt I will be putting in much of a shift once my daily tasks are over.

We have our next Ides of Toad gig on Saturday though, and I think that is the first exciting thing I am obliged to do this week, so there will be plenty of taking it easy I suspect. I may even start a new book.  Oooh, you can just feel the rock ‘n’ roll oozing from my pores can you not.

Friday 20th May 2011: This is Music 5th birthday celebrations at Sneaky Pete’s.

I find it amazing to think that This is Music is now five years old.  In promoter years – loosely similar to dog years – that is a hell of a long time, and I tip my hat to Jim and Tallah who are doing the work these days, as well as pals like HP, who only recently quite the team.  To celebrate their figuratively greying hairs they are hosting two nights, one on Friday at Sneaky Pete’s where Chad Valley will be making an appearance, and one the following week at Cabaret Voltaire with Penguins Kill Polar Bears.

Saturday 21st May 2011: Jonnie Common, Kill the Captains &  Enfant Bastard at the Wee Red Bar.

Jonnie Common has a new album on the way, which I can promise you is completely brilliant.  The video below is for Photosynth, the first single, and one of my all-time favourite songs of Jonnie’s.  Kill the Captains are on Armellodie Records through in Glasgow and when Johny Lamb recorded his Thirty Pounds of Bone Toad Session a couple of months ago he described them as a/ awesome and b/ face-meltingly loud, which sounds very promising indeed. And as for Enfant Bastard, well Cammy has been adding depth and beats to his chiptunes recently, and the whole thing sounds really good.  It might be the last time we see him perform for a wee while too. Tickets for this event can be had here for a fiver.

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