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Matthew Young

Toadcast #88 – The Manchester Podcast

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Right, given we’ve come down to Manchester for the Meursault gig, I thought I might make a podcast based around the two years I spent living here.  As I mentioned on this week’s Friday Five, however, those were really not very happy times so basically this podcast is just a great big hour-long whinge about how shit my life was a couple of times a few years ago.

Nah, not really.  I mean, I do describe why life was tough then but it really isn’t just a great big moan, I promise.  For some reason the music in my life at those times seems to have really stuck in my head and become incredibly strongly associated with the period in question.  Partly, I suppose, because the emotional succour you get from music when things are a bit rough is something you’re grateful enough for for it to really form an important connection.

The other aspect is that on both those occasions I had so little music with me that the stuff I did have got played over and over again, so a really small amount of stuff really dominated my listening habits at that point, and became incredibly strongly intertwined with all of my memories of the time.  So, er, yes.  Here you go: The Manchester Podcast.

Toadcast #88 – The Manchester Podcast

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01. Pearl Jam – Dissident (03.16)
02. The Newcranes – Box of Shadows (08.53)
03. James – Say Something (17.17)
04. The Lemonheads – Into Your Arms (20.30)
05. Blur – Clover Over Dover (27.00)
06. Yo La Tengo – On Our Way to Fall (39.47)
07. Moby – Southside (41.31)
08. Calexico – Removed (48.10)
09. Jolene – Constantinople (51.46)
10. The Magnetic Fields – Yeah! Oh, Yeah! (57.57)

Matthew Young

Toad Festive Fifty: 37-50

The Count

Part 1: 1-10
Part 2: 11-23

Part 3: 24-36
Part 4: 37-50

Here is the official beginning of Christmas List season, here at Song, by Toad. If you want to get involved and write your own list, then please do. Go here for more details. The more of you that contribute to that the better the results we will get, so don’t be shy.

This is the first quarter of my Festive Fifty for 2008. I will also be preparing a list of my twenty favourite albums, but I might just neglect singles and EPs this time around. If you disagree with anything then do get stuck in, but bear in mind that this is far from a definitive ranking. Ask me on another day and Pictish’s brilliant I Don’t Know Where to Begin could easily be in the top five. Ask me in four months’ time and it would probably be all-change again. Read the rest of this entry »

Matthew Young

The End of the Road Festival

End of the Road

I really have made you wait for this haven’t I. Ah well, no matter. So, another year, another End of the Road Festival. We drove down again, specifically renting a hippy VW camper for the journey, and Christ almighty what a fucking death-trap that thing was. As I wrote in the intro to the podcast about this festival, the thing steered like a bathtub full of water. Honestly, if you ever needed to react to anything unexpected turning the steering wheel was like trying haul a bucket of water out of a well. Throw in the rubbish high beams and the teeny-tiny windscreen wipers and we can count ourselves lucky we got there at all.

But get there we did, to be welcomed by pissing rain. Splendid. I’ve led a charmed life so far, as far as festivals are concerned, having encountered no more that the slightest of sprinkles in the five or six I’ve attended so far. Spoiled, you might say. Well no such luck here. I had the interview lined up with Micah P. Hinson and it was pissing down and they wouldn’t even let us into the photography pit at the front, as had been promised beforehand. I was struggling just a little to stay cheerful. Anyhow, Micah’s set was outstanding – his recorded music may be quite beautiful at times, but when he plays live he puts some real snarl into it.

The lineup is pretty basic – Micah on guitar supported by Nick on drums who plays occasional banjo, and Ashley, his wife, on keyboards – but they manage to dredge some racket out of it when they want to. During the set the sun finally broke through, and the rain stopped falling, and suddenly everything was good. Hinson’s slower songs get a bare and lovely outing with just a guitar, and his sightly abrasive on-stage manner never seems to strike a dubious chord with the audience. The interview went well, and will be posted here shortly, but safe to say that this gig seemed to be the turning point of the End of the Road Festival as far as I am concerned. Read the rest of this entry »

Matthew Young

Toadcast #38 – The Deathcast

Toadcast

Yes, another podcast dedicated entirely to the End of the Road Festival. I did the very same last year because I do rather love this festival, and the sheer quality of the lineup easily merits a podcast to itself.

Unlike last year, Mrs. Toad actually came with me this time around. We drove this stupid old 1960s VW camper van down there, and Christ knows how we didn’t die in the process. The fucking thing steered like a bathtub full of water, there were no brakes at all and the only crumple zone was us. The other disconcerting thing is the fact that VW campers are something of a community, so everyone who passed us in one would flash their lights and wave with the sort of sincere enthusiasm that made us mortally ashamed to be mere renters – mere passengers in a club full of such obviously devoted members, Christ we felt like charlatans.

Anyway, ignore our guilt and enjoy the podcast. There’s some fucking great music on this one. And why is it called the Deathcast? Because that blasted camper van we drove down in was an absolute death trap. Honestly, want to die in a nasty accident? Try driving a 60s VW camper van around the English countryside in the middle of the night in the pissing rain.

Toadcast #38 – The Deathcast

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01. Micah P. Hinson – Patience (03.17)
02. Nick Cave & the Dirty Three – Time Jesum Transeuntum Et Non Riverentum (09.41)
03. The Young Republic – Shiloh (20.19)
04. Over the Wall – Thurso (23.22)
05. British Sea Power – Carrion (29.40)
06. The Pictish Trail – All I Own (36.50)
07. Shearwater – Levithan, Bound (41.31)
08. Jeffrey Lewis – Do They Owe (45.50)
09. The Wave Pictures – Leave That Scene Behind (50.39)
10. Richard Hawley – Coming Home (53.21)
11. Calexico – Minas de Cobre (For Better Metal) (59.55)

Matthew Young

Why Calexico Are Fucking Brilliant

Calexico

Don’t worry, I know that for the most part this is going to be a futile post – lost on almost all of you. Given that my taste is fairly mainstream – indie mainstream, but mainstream nonetheless – I am genuinely surprised at the lack of love for this band shown by you, my snide sarcastic smart-arsed disrespectful adoring readers.

So, given I know music taste is music taste, and that no amount of rationalisation can really change a gut reaction, I am not writing this post in the hope of changing a lot of minds. What I want to do is make sure that if you are all going about saying that you dislike Calexico it is because you have heard a good spread of their stuff and decided that it is not for you. At the moment there seems to be little awareness of the history of the band from a musical perspective, although I guess everyone knows that they met playing as the rhythm section for Giant Sand in the early 90s.

They have a lot of stuff out there, and I agree with DC that it seems to be gettingly progressively smoother and consequently less interesting in recent years. There are also accusations of over-production which I wouldn’t necessarily dispute with respect to their recent stuff, although I would ask what is expected of a band? That they stand still?

Basically, Joey Burns and John Convertino started out playing in a similar style to Howe Gelb, albeit playing a slightly different kind of music. It was spare Americana with a lot of South-Western and often very Mexican influences – pretty much the sound we know them for now. But it wasn’t just cod-Mariachi, it was dusty Southern desert music with plenty of traditional influences. There were all sorts of playful, experimental meanderings off into little intrumentals, songs moving from epic to distracted, and albums which were cobbled together from some very different constituent parts indeed. Read the rest of this entry »

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Matthew Young

Live in Edinburgh This Week – 7th September 2008

Auld Reekie

Music. Edinburgh. Apparently. What do I care, I won’t be around anyway. We’re off to the End of the Road Festival at the end of the week, and then there’s the appaling spectacle of watching England get tanned by Croatia on Wednesday, then a friend’s birthday on Tuesday. So for me there is no such thing as music this week, you’re on your own, people.

I’m looking forward to End of the Road actually. Mrs. Toad will be with me this year, and things are always more fun when my midget companion is around. It was nice being there by myself last year, but a short, bad-tempered and entirely disinterested pal would make things immeasurably better.

The lineup looks intriguing this year, too. Last year there were so many bands I loved on the bill that I ended up racing from one show to the next, and still missed half of what I wanted to see. This year there’s loads I don’t know, which is really cool because Simon and Ro pick excellent bands, so there should be plenty of discoveries to make. I am likely to pitch up at the Bimble Inn early on and just bloody stay there, I think.

Thursday 11th September 2008: Calexico at the Queen’s Hall.
It appears that nobody who reads this website likes Calexico. To my readers, therefore, I feel obliged to say ‘fuck you all’ because I think they’re brilliant, and the Queen’s Hall is a great place to go and see them.
Calexico – Black Heart

Friday 12th September 2008: Alex Cornish at Cabaret Voltaire.
I’m annoyed I’ll be away for this because not only is Alex a fine musician, but he is also a lovely bloke and chatters his way through a set as engagingly and amusingly as anyone I’ve ever seen. There’s a new single approaching as well, so best pop on down. This should be a full-band show too, giving the sound a bit more, erm, bigness. Is that a word? It isn’t really, is it, but you know what I mean. Check this is really on, though, because it’s still TBC on their website.
Alex Cornish – This One’s For You

Matthew Young

Calexico – Carried to Dust

Calexico

Before you go out expecting anything from this album let me warn you: I am a massive Calexico fan and when I first heard it, I hated it. Where are the tunes, I thought; where is the spirit, the playfullness? I just heard a musical morass from which very little stood out. If you are a first time Calexico listener, therefore, I would say DO NOT start with this, start with Feast of Wire or Hot Rail. If you are a fan, like myself, then you are probably much more likely to give this the time it needs to sink in, in which case proceed.

Basically, I will admit that this is still far from my favourite Calexico album, although I think that with the exception of the mind-blowing Roka, I may prefer it to Garden Ruin. Spoke is a possibility too, but they’re all such different albums it’s a bit stupid to be making these sorts of comparisons. Although it’s not my favourite album of all time, there are a hell of a lot of things on this record which I love.

As with many albums which have taken me a while to get into, I thought I didn’t like it and then started looking for the good songs. At this point I realised that the list was surprisingly long: Victor Jara’s Hands, Two Silver Trees, Truth About William, Inspiracion, House of Valparaiso, Slown… hang on, I’m only just over half way through the record here.

The inspired noodling and two-minute instrumentals which add such character to their early stuff is still absent, and we are still faced by the neat, regular, three to four minute pop sings of Garden Ruin.  The arrangements and personality of the songs themselves, however, hark back to earlier times.  It’s a more local sound once more, moving back to the deserts of Southern Arizona and away from the more powerful, rockier sound with which they recently dallied.  There’s more mariachi welcomed back into the mix as well, albeit delivered with less gravel this time around.

Maybe the fact that it’s thirteen songs long masks the fact that there is at least an album’s worth of great songs in this collection. There are, unfortunately, a few inbetween that I really haven’t come to really like all that much, so in my opinion it could easily have been ten songs long, and would have been tighter for it. Then again, they and I probably wouldn’t have picked the same ten songs, so maybe I just have to accept that this is an album I only half love, and appreciate it for that without all the second-guessing.

Be warned though, it does take some time to get into.

Calexico – The News About William
Calexico – Inspiracion

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Matthew Young

Toadcast #36 – The Domesticast

Toadcast

Well, no gin, no misbehaviour (except the mandatory foul language), Christ you’d be forgiven for thinking I’d sold out on you and actually grown up at last.  No fear of that actually, just a bit of liver protection.  We’re trying to guzzle just that little bit less midweek, and save the beer tokens for when we really need them, so it’s tea and slippers this time around.  In fact I thought I was being exceptionally tame until such time as I realised that I hadn’t reigned in the swearing one little bit.  Fuck, I thought to myself.

Thematically, erm, you’re on your own I’m afraid.  I’ve no real idea if you can think of anything that holds all these songs together as a coherent whole, but damned if I can.  There’s quite a bit of new stuff and quite a few stray songs that I didn’t know how to cover because I didn’t want to review the whole album, but there was a song or two that I liked.  You know what I mean.  And thirteen songs in just under an hour – fucking hell that’s efficient.

Toadcast #36 – The Domesticast

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01. Christian Williams – 30 Minutes (00.17)
02. Calexico – The News About William (05.03)
03. Crystal Stilts – Crippled Croon (07.42)
04. Glasvegas – Flowers & Fitba Tops (14.39)
05. Fishboy – Half Time at the Proper Name Spelling Bee (20.12)
06. From – One Spring Away (23.21)
07. Eef Barzelay – Make Another Tree (28.19)
08. Michael Zapruder – Ads For Feelings (34.23)
09. Okkervil River – Singer Songwriter (37.37)
10. Marc Farre – La Plaie et le Couteau (42.42)
11. Adam Balbo – Big Kid Now (48.14)
12. Christian Williams – Judas (50.24)
13. Micah P. Hinson – Throw the Stone (57.00)

Matthew Young

This Genuinely Worries Me

Eavesdrop

Hmm, nothing like a really depressing news story to start the day, even one that has been in the pipeline for some time. From the Guardian:

Illegal downloaders to get warning letter in government clampdown

Ah, splendid, just what we needed. This is, I think it is fair to say, a bit of a disaster. I am not a fundamentalist freeloader though, so my opposition to this particular approach is not entirely based upon opposition to the principle itself – not entirely.

Anyone with any sense will surely agree that the idea of government essentially mandating the eavesdropping on personal communications is pretty dubious to begin with. The fact that they are mandating it without the recourse to warrants or whatever the UK equivalent of probable cause might be is downright disturbing. And amazingly, this is the least of my objections to this deal, because with the rise in encrypted torrent traffic, the spying can be overcome with relative ease, so fuck them and their snooping.  But the internet is not just about communication, it is also a marketplace, so the argument doesn’t apply entirely that neatly.

No, the bit that really, really worries me is what amounts to the outsourcing of law enforcement to unaccountable bodies. When I objected to the privatisation of healthcare and education it was on a fairly straightforward basis: these services are supposed to be run entirely for the benefit of the ‘customer’. They are crucial and their presence and their health benefits the nation as a whole, so they should fall under the umbrella of government, it’s that simple. If you want to push it further than that, I think there is something fucking sinister about introducing the profit motive to the healing process. Do you want your doctor to have his commission in mind when he decides whether to prescribe you a massive run of anti-depressants or just tell you to get a little exercise, try and take your work less seriously and spend more time with your family? Or how about when teaching your little rugrats about something contentious like, say, political history?

Well this one goes a step further. In the Iraq war one of the most appaling developments was the massive use of ‘private defence contractors’, which is an obvious euphemism for mercenaries, who were completely rogue. Not only were they not subject to the laws of the nation they had invaded, but they have also been entirely excused from having to obey the laws of the United States, the people holding their chain. It’s fucking unbelievable – they are completely and utterly unaccountable. If you want to read more about this particular disgrace, pick any of the following articles.

So how is this relevant to this particular situation? Well basically the British government is outsourcing law enforcement within the British Isles to companies who have no accountability to the electorate. ISPs have already shown excessive enthusiasm to clamp down on people who actually use their networks. This is the ultimate free lunch argument, one more often employed by insurance companies: we are happy for you to pay for a service, however if there is any chance of you actually needing to use it, then we will be very unhappy indeed. Basically, they want rid of large data transfers, like movie and music sharing, because it burdens their networks and they can no longer get away with short-changing their consumers.

Add to that the fact that major media conglomerates hate it because it is an interaction that they do not own an can be abused in a manner that costs them money, and you can see where we are heading with this. The problem is that I have no faith whatsoever in anyone’s willing to tell the difference between legitimate, legal sharing and illegal sharing, which I will happily admit is bad and needs to be dealt with. Not like this though. Increasingly, small media outlets, and even some of the bigger ones, like record labels and DIY filmmakers are using filesharing as a method of distributing their work – of trying to gain a popular foothold without having to go through the onerous process of seeking approval from more traditional media.

Are Virgin fucking Media going to bother differentiating? I would put money on the answer being no. I would also put money on them basically threatening the living daylights out of anyone who seeds multiple torrents, irrespective of content and that is a big problem. I personally anticipate an attack, not on illegal activity, but on the whole bloody kit ‘n’ caboodle. ISPs hate it because it makes them work for their money, Big Media hate it because it excludes them, and the government has just given these two odious entities carte fucking blanche to do their level best to get rid of the whole shooting match.

Basically, in the worst case, which it is not entirely unrealistic to expect, the ISPs will simply be so trigger happy at shutting down filesharers of all stripes that it gradually undermines the whole enterprise. More annoyingly, and more likely, is that large companies will simply wave about legal threats, much the same way they are starting to do on YouTube, and simply have anything turned off which they don’t like, and this is the crux of the problem. All that will be needed will be an allegation, and there will be no way to challenge it, no right of appeal, not because people don’t want to or don’t have grounds, but because very few individuals would have the courage to take on a massive corporation in court.  Basically, as far as I can see, this brings an end to the concept of due process in this area, despite how many times the RIAA have been humiliated in court, when their complaints have actually been required to cut the legal mustard.

Now that requirement will vanish. Bank charges are a classic example of unaccountable corporate entities acting outside the law with almost total impunity – it tooks years of crazy fees before enough momentum was built to finally challenge the banks in court. Their only downfall was that their greed eventually got the better of them. But with the RIAA in some cases extorting $222,000 for sharing 24 files people will, as with the banks, simply obey. Why wouldn’t you when it could cost you your house? No right of independent adjudication, no right of appeal, no capacity to resist, no due fucking process.

I am reminded of America’s laughably empty government catchphrase: “by the people, for the people”. If things like law enforcement are not in any way accountable to ‘the people’ what chance is there of their ever acting ‘for the people’?

Billy Bragg – NPWA
Calexico – The Guns of Brixton

Matthew Young

Excellent Calexico News

Calexico

I don’t like to just trot things out like some sort of parrot-powered news service if I can avoid it, but this news is very fine news indeed.

Calexico, who are one of my very favourite bands, have released a teaser mp3 for their new album, which will be called Carried to Dust and will be available on September 9th of this year. I am not sure if there are different release dates for the UK, but given the idiocy of international distributors it wouldn’t surprise me. Anyhow, the song is called Two Silver Trees, is downloadable from their MySpace page, and is bloody excellent. Has the pre-release mp3 leak become the new, revenue-less single these days? It looks like it I guess, and I suppose it makes a degree of sense if you treat a single as being there to drum up excitement and anticipation for the album.  Less so if you think of it as a revenue-generator in its own right, of course.

Anyhow, yes, there’s a new album. And they’re playing here. Yes, instead of the more habitual trail to Glasgow that bands visit Scotland tend to beat, we are getting Calexico at the Queen’s Hall on Thursday 11th September.

In terms of my favourite bands, I think it is safe to say that Calexico are right up there with the best. I bought and sort of liked Spoke, before somewhat losing track of them for a while. Then with Feast of Wire I was hooked, and have since explored forwards and backwards through their back catalogue with what I suppose can be described as gleeful abandon. When Mrs. Toad and I get a little tipsy of an evening, and the stereo is on just that little bit too loud, the chances of Calexico coming on the Toad Hall PA system are very, very high indeed.

Calexico – Two Silver Trees

Does the title of that song remind anyone else slightly of Dr. Seuss? “Through three cheese trees, three free fleas flew. Through these cheese trees, freezy breeze blew.” Or something vaguely like that!

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