Apologies for the lateness of this week’s podcast, but inevitably the chaos of SXSW nudges schedules into the background a little.
Last year, several margaritas the worse for wear, we sat down with Ben from Instinctive Racoon, Stuart from Creative Scotland, Vic Galloway from BBC Radio Scotland and Peej from Dear Scotland, and recorded a ramshackle, lurching podcast about the fun of the week.
This year, perhaps goaded into something bordering on professionalism by the presence of the BBC camera crew who have been following Vic around all week, things were a little smoother. Although this may also have been related to the fact that the margarita-hoovering didn’t actually start until afterwards this time. Ben wasn’t here this time, but we did have myself, Peej, Vic and Stuart sharing a beverage on Peej’s back porch and talking something approaching the usual gubbins.
Oh, and the Detour Scotland Big Walk video we mention in the podcast can be found here.
01. Admiral Fallow – Squealing Pigs (00.37)
02. Withered Hand – Religious Songs (10.40)
03. Menomena – Taos (23.02)
04. Clock Opera – A Piece of String (28.13)
05. Ringo Deathstarr – Imagine Hearts (35.32)
06. The Twilight Sad – Cold Days From the Birdhouse (48.50)
07. Josh T. Pearson – Sweetheart I Ain’t Your Christ (62.27)
08. Erland & the Carnival – My Name is Carnival (74.19)
09. King Creosote – Grace (Jeff Buckley cover) (82.49)
Before we get onto the tedious ritual of me listing good gigs every week and you ungrateful fuckers not going to any of them, I felt the need to share something quite special with you. I spent my entire weekend going through lists of blogs who might be interested in the music we release and building mailing lists of people who have bought things from the label in the past and so on and so forth, so it’s not been the most exciting weekend of our lives, I have to confess.
Consequently, by bedtime last night, having spent most of the previous forty-eight hours staring at a computer screen all I was really intellectually capable of was a bit of empty-headed cinema and an early night. Mrs. Toad tends to specialise in intellectually dormant movies, but I think it’s fair to say that this time she has pretty much excelled herself. I really don’t know how she can ever top this one: The Saint, starring (so to speak) Val Kilmer and Elizabeth Shue.
Anyone who has read the Simon Templar books, or even seen Roger Moore’s series as that character back before his Bond days, will know that this is light, genuinely entertaining fluff. There’s not much to it, but it has a certain style and is eminently enjoyable. By contrast, the movie was so bad it veered from train wreck to masterpiece and back every thirty seconds or so.
Elizabeth Shue takes, rather predictably, the Christmas Jones role of Nucular Physicist who has, it seems, invented Cold Fusion. She even hosts a presentation at Oxford where an undergrad (in a white coat, so you know she’s sciencey) asks what fusion actually is, presumably not having had to complete GCSE Physics in order to gain a place at university, unless of course she was a vet student or something who happened to be in the wrong lecture. Shue then holds aloft some sort of pickle jar with a glass coil inside it and explains that she just feels Cold Fusion to be possible, and that’s all the justification for this lecture we are given.
Apparently she has ‘a formula’. Because that’s what it takes to create a stable fusion reaction, a pickle jar and a formula, not a gigantic installation of state of the art engineering, apparently. She’s just got two hours of ‘figgerin’ left to do to figure out which order to put the bits of her equations in. Now, I may not know much about Nucular Physics but…
But in all honesty Shue is the least of your worries when watching this – she’ll look back on the script and cringe, but not particularly on her own performance. I suppose that’s the benefit of these one-dimensional, utterly implausible, hot-babe twenty-something lady scientist characters – they’re such ironclad stereotypes that you can’t really do much with them good or bad (assuming, Miss Richards, that you can at least pronounce the name of your allotted discipline correctly).
Anyhow, the real highlight of this two hour festival of toe-curling agony, was Val fucking Kilmer. The man is a legend. His character’s superpower was having no actual identity and being good at disguises, something which was accomplished so cartoonishly badly that every new persona made us cackle with horrified glee. The character in that clip above (don’t watch it all, I really don’t think you could take it) was pretty much the piece de resistance however.
He discovered that Shue’s character loved Byron (or something like that, I can’t remember) so decided that in order to seduce her he would need a character with an artistic soul. I can only imagine the howls of woe from all the charming, well-mannered Oxford scientists who had been trying to slip her the salami for the previous few years, when it turned out that all it took was one of the worst haircuts in cinematic history, a pair of hilarious leather pantaloons and a completely baffling choice of accents to get into the old dear’s knickers.
“Er, sir, the Chateau Latour is four hundred pounds per bottle.” “Very well, we’ll take two of them.” Zing!
Anyhow, after foiling the plans of the Russian energy magnate who created an energy shortage by stashing Moscow’s entire supply of fuel oil under his fucking house and then decided that the best way to take advantage of this shortage was by providing Cold Fusion power to the people of Russia, thus presumably negating his entire basis of power in an instant, rather than, say, just jacking up the prices of fuel oil and controlling supply to make his fortune and keep a political stranglehold on the country’s government, but I digress… Yes, so after this, Shue decides to give Cold Fusion to the world so she and Val can live happily ever after – once she’s spent the two hours necessary to figure out which way round her formulae go (something presumably not covered in the preceding years of research) in a back room at the American embassy in Moscow, that is.
Anyhow, those are some of the edited highlights, but really this film has to be seen to be believed. You have to be tough though, because I really don’t think many people could take it. Particularly the bit where Val’s hiding in the river in Moscow and the baddies looking for him conveniently fuck off for ten minutes so he can stumble to the shelter of the nearest block of flats, only to return (again, for no fathomable reason beyond evil ESP) five minutes later to resume the excitement of their narrow escape.
Anyhow, I’ll stop now. Please, please watch this for yourself, it really is the worst film I think I have ever seen, and considering the woman I married that really is saying something. Absolutely all of it is bad. All of it. Every line, every plot device, every character, every single premise, absolutely everything. Cold Fusion! In a pickle jar with a glass coil! It looked more like she’d brought her cuppa soup in the fucking thing, honestly.
Oh hang on, I was supposed to be talking about something else, wasn’t I…
A couple of splendid Glasgow bands are coming through to play at the newly re-opened Liquid Rooms. The re-decorating may be complete, but the sticky floor and smell of stale beer have apparently been lovingly preserved. Still, it was always a good venue to see bands, because the stage is high enough that you can always see, and the PA is really fucking loud. Look for the Twilight Sad to give it a good workout!
This’ll be a gorgeously Americana-flecked night of acoustic pop. Dan Mangan’s new album Nice, Nice, Very Nice is really, erm, very nice indeed (sorry, had to be done).
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Honeytrap are wild fun, and this will be my first chance to see Sebastian Dangerfield, but I’ve talked enough about this gig already, so you know what to expect by now – or at least you should. Tickets here.
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This is the first glimpse of The Savings and Loan in about five years, and probably the first proper one just about ever. Their debut album is out on Song, by Toad Records in early December, and they will be supported by The Last Battle, fielding a rather minimal lineup (it is our living room after all). We’ve sold about half the tickets already, and whilst you are likely to be able to get in on the night, it might be safer to buy tickets in advance from here. It would help us out if you did, anyway.
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Having spent the week driving Loch Lomond around the country I figured that some sort of driving-themed nonsense would be in order for this week’s podcast.
Driving music (NOT in the Top Gear sense) tends to stick in your head, probably because when listening to it there is nothing else to do but sit and absorb the whole album. I know most musicians would probably blanche somewhat at the idea of having their work enjoyed over the thrum of wind noise, tyre noise and a grumbling engine, but a long drive is still probably one of the best places to listen to music.
Oh, and the ‘character’is supplied by all the fuckers outside having fun while I DO FUCKING WORK FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF YOU UNGRATEFUL INTERNET BASTARDS. Erm, sorry. I’m tired.
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01. The Twilight Sad – The Wrong Car (01.53)
02. Bear Driver – A Thousand Samurais (09.12)
03. The National – Terrible Love (14.37)
04. Band of Horses – Infinite Arms (19.11)
05. The Wedding Present – Drive (25.07)
06. The French Wives – Me vs Me (28.54)
07. Manfred Mann’s Earth Band – Davy’s on the Road Again (Live) (35.01)
08. Foon Yap – Gabriel Moody (41.49)
09. The Goodnight Loving Supper Club – The Pan (50.14)
10. The Men They Couldn’t Hang – A Map of Morocco (54.27)
Baaaaaaart, help! It appears that there is actually not one single musical event happening this week in Edinburgh which I personally would feel motivated to attened. The only thing I’ve managed to find which I would actually like to go to is the Twilight Sad in-store performance at Avalanche Records tomorrow at one o’clock but erm, with it being one o’clock in the afternoon that might prove to be logistically challenging given I have a day job.
Generally when I write these listings, no matter how thorough I think I’ve been, ginger eagleweasel Bart pops up in the comments to set me straight about something wonderful which I have missed. Maybe it’s my paranoia, but I always seem to read a slight smirk into his tone of voice too, the smug bastard. In any case, come on Bart, if ever your truffle-snuffling spidey senses were needed it’s today.
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So, I thought I might tell you what I am doing this weekend. I wouldn’t bother reading this if you don’t like football, but you might enjoy the heartwarming story anyway. On Saturday is the Sporting ICAPB Burton-Barry Cup Final, and I will hopefully be dragging my blubbery carcass around a footbally pitch for at least half of that match. After that there will be (shit) curry and drinking. Read the rest of this entry »
The one thing I notice in this record more than anything is that it really doesn’t generate anything like the excitement in me that its predecessor achieved. I am not sure if that is because the sheer hummability quota is slightly diminished, or just because this doesn’t really move on in any real sense from territory the band had already claimed with such aplomb.
There are certainly a few excellent air-punching, turn-it-up-really loud moments on this album, but there’s not much in terms of sheer thrill, for some reason. Maybe that’s because a large part of that excitement tends to come from the sheer unexpectedness of a band’s emergence from pretty much nowhere, and there’s only so often you can manage that level of exuberant excitement when faced for what is basically the same thing.
And I may be wrong, but this does pretty much feel like the same thing. There are certainly some excellent moments though: the slow, thundercloud piano of Floorboards Under the Bed is great, and the first three songs, Reflection of the Television, single I Became a Prostitute, and Seven Years of Letters are all decent approximations of what made this band so popular. Once that’s over, however, things seem to peter out somewhat. Made to Disappear is sort of like before, only less so. So is That Birthday Present and so are the last three songs, and although That Room is a little different, for some reason it sounds almost like a warm up for The Stadium Rock Album. So I have to confess that, nah, sorry, this just isn’t doing it for me.
Oddly enough, because I’m writing a review I keep looking for reasons I don’t like large parts of this album, and there really aren’t many that I can think of. It’s all pretty much as it should be, but the end result is not really the sum of its parts, somehow. So despite nothing all that tangible being wrong with it, Forget the Night Ahead just ends up feeling inexplicably lacklustre.
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There’s not been a Big Famous Album reviewed on this site in bloody ages. Partly I’ve become so focussed on what’s going on locally that I have somewhat taken my eye off the ball with regards to bigger releases, even just those which are big relative to the small world of indie music. And partly there have been very few which have tickled my fancy in the slightest for quite a while.
There are some bits and pieces coming along though which suggest that this might change in the immediate future. And about time too, all this navel-gazing is no good for anyone. Look outwards, I say, cast off the Tunnel Vision of the Toad and embrace the wider world. Alright, sorry, but sometimes I get so deeply into my own stuff I do kind of forget that from time to time. So what do we have?
The Twilight Sad: I have a naughty copy of this, to which I am not going to confess, and have only listened to it a few times through. It’s out on the 5th October though and is currently sounding rather promising. I wouldn’t say I was all that into it just yet, but then I only really embraced their last album a song or two at a time, so I am prepared to take it slowly with this one.
The Avett Brothers: Their sound hasn’t changed much, but then it never did, really. Out on the 29th September, the title track from I and Love and You has been slipped out in to the world for us to enjoy and it is full of the exact same understated warmth which I love about this band. I know I am morally obliged to hate them because they are on Columbia these days but if the whole record sounds like this then I may find my indie snobbery very difficult to maintain.
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The Mountain Goats: Alright, I’ll say it: I thought Sunset Tree was their best album abd I have yet to hear anything by this band that I like anything like as much, despite their considerable back catalogue. Heretic Pride was okay, and the new song Genesis 3:23 is also… okay. Not at all bad by any means, but I would not describe it as any better than pleasant. This one’s also out on the 5th October.
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Yo La Tengo: Popular Songs is out on Monday, which somewhat makes up for the fact that they seem to have been a little less generous with preview mp3s than everyone else. But then, with a cast-iron reputation like theirs, why would they need to? This sounds a lot like “…I Will Beat Your Ass” and I would say that I am enjoying it, but am yet to be blown away. There are a few more moody, quiet numbers on this record as well, perhaps a little more in line with the likes of Summer Sun and the like than the previous record was.
Flashy Python: This is a solo project by a certain hand-clapping, yeah-saying gentleman by the name of Alec Ounsworth. He, like Julian Plenti before him, is rather keen to keep his solo project free from associations with his band stuff, and has put the whole album up for preview here. It’s less driven than early CYHSY stuff, and generally a bit more weird, but it sounds pretty interesting to me.
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Micah P. Hinson: This just dropped into my inbox this morning, and I know nothing about it bar two things: firstly, that Micah P. Hinson is fucking amazing; and secondly that the artwork, pictured above, is bloody lovely.
Langhorne Slim: His new album Be Set Free isn’t being released until 26th October, but the new song sounds brilliant. It’s called I Love You, but Goodbye and is a little plusher and more elaborate than his earlier recordings, but unusually, I rather like this. The piano is especially gorgeous – a times eleborate, at times rich and sonorous and at times deft and twinkly. This augurs very well indeed – I am excited.
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It’s about time the big(ger) boys fought back a little, frankly, but it looks like there could be some very promising recordings from some relatively high-profile artists coming our way this Autumn.
Of course there is one and only one gig worth attending in Edinburgh this week: the Song, by Toad Records Launch Party! It is the official line of this publication that no other gigs are even happening, never mind worth turning up to. Some arse has managed to sneak in some rogue listings at the bottom of the page, but believe me he will be hunted down and given a severe beating before the day is up.
It would be great to see as many of you as possible at the launch party. This is as nerve-wracking as it is exciting, so get there nice and early for your free sampler (only 25 to go round) and help us celebrate in a bit of style.
Wednesday 11th June 2008: We See Lights & Woodenbox & Emily Scott at the Wee Red Bar.
It’s all a bit folky at this month’s Trampoline gig. We See Lights are not a group I can tell you that much about, but Emily Scott’s stuff is gorgeous and Woodenbox were terrific at the T-Break Heats in Glasgow a month or so ago. It won’t be as much fun as the Toad Records Launch Night of course, but it will tide you over well enough.
Woodenbox – Situations
Wednesday 11th June 2008: Jonquil & The Occasional Flickers & Wounded Knee at Henry’s Cellar Bar.
It’s an eclectic lineup from The Gentle Invasion, with rising quirk-folksters Jonquil, pastoral indie band The Occasional Flickers and experimental soundscaper Wounded Knee all bringing something quite different to the evening. The one common thread is perhaps the laid back, comfortable vibe that should pervade, so for all it won’t be as good as the Song, by Toad Records Launch Night, it should be an enjoyable gig nevertheless.
Jonquil – Apparency
The Occasional Flickers – A Medal Won in ’84
Friday 13th June 2008: Alex Cornish at Cabaret Voltaire.
Having played material from his debut album When the Traffic Stops both solo and with a four-piece band, Alex has finally decided to procure a string quartet to bring the full depth of his sound to the live stage at last. It should be really good, this, but don’t get too drunk because you don’t want to be hung over at the excellent Song, by Toad Records Launch Party the following day.
Alex Cornish – Counting Chimney Pots
Saturday 14th June 2008: Rags & Feathers & Ziggy Campbell & Les Enfant Bastard at Henry’s Cellar Bar.
Of course none of you will be at this, as you’ll all be at the Song, by Toad Records Launch Party. But should you be so scurrilously disloyal as to go along, then feel free to swing by Leith afterwards and brandish your stamp for free entry. You may just be able to catch Meursault (10pm – unlikely) and Celebrity Chimp (11pm – probably) if you’re quick. Ziggy Campbell is the Found frontman, and Les Enfant Bastard are possibly the living embodiment of anti-folk. Rags & Feathers I know nothing about at all, but follow the MySpace link and enlightenment is yours for the taking.
Les Enfant Bastard – U R My Fucking Sunshine U Cunt
Saturday 14th June 2008: Celebrity Chimp & Meursault & The Byrons play the Song, by Toad Records Launch Party, at The Meridian, Leith.
There is surely no way I need to tell you any more about this, but even if you don’t give a shit about the label or my own endeavours or any of that stuff – and of course, there’s no reason that you should – then you may wish to come down to see the bands anyway, as this is a really excellent lineup. More details here if you want them; hope to see you there.
Celebrity Chimp – Plastic Girl
Sunday 15th June 2008: The Twilight Sad, Broken Records & Meursault at the Bongo Club.
What finer way to nurse your prodigious hangover after the night of your life at the Song, by Toad Records Launch Night than by spinning round to see Broken Records and Meursault, probably Edinburgh’s two best bands at the moment, supporting swirling noise-merchants The Twilight Sad at the Bongo Club. It won’t be as much fun as the night before, but then, you probably just couldn’t take that much joy in one weekend anyway.
The Twilight Sad – Watching That Chair Painted Yellow
I didn’t just come for the Twilight Sad tonight, because two other highly promising Scottish bands were on the bill as well – Eagleowl and Make Model. As usual, promo company I Fly Spitfires pay attention to the whole lineup, not just the headline act.
Eagleowl I know a little about, seeing as a regular reader of mine, Bart, is in the band. I have heard some their dark, shimmering folk on their MySpace page of course, but I’ve held off writing about them since I found out that they were playing this gig. Music like this plays particularly well live. The deep, morose double bass and mournful, agitated violin play off against each other at a tortuously slow pace, counterpointed wonderfully by the interplay of Bart and Clarissa’s vocals. It’s dark music for the most part, but the vocals lift it really nicely, although something in me almost feels they should have played after the Twilight Sad, as we all wound down with a whiskey.
Eagleowl – Know by Now
Make Model were, unfortunately disappointing. They had a couple of catchy enough tunes, but for the kind of money that’s been thrown at them I was expecting to hear something more obviously special. Still, I’m sure I’ll hear them again so I may yet change my mind.
I knew exactly what to expect from The Twilight Sad, however. Menacing guitars that shimmer and grind, cranking up to one monumental wall of noise after another, all accompanied by James Graham’s anguished howl. Their album, Fourteen Autumns and Fifteen Winters was one of my favourite releases of 2007, and the only time I saw them play last year was one of my favourite gigs.
There’s something euphoric about this kind of thunderous blitzkrieg of a racket charging at you from the stage. I am not much of a mosh-pit monkey myself, I just like to stand about two-thirds of the way back and gently bounce and sway as bands like this thunder away at us. It’s not a physical experience in the exhausted, sweaty sense, more a spiritual one, in a profound stillness of experience sense.
There’s something quite fantastic about standing there doing little more than bending in the gale, like reeds in a storm, as the music swirls all around you. I came out the gig giddy and excited, buzzing and eager. Great stuff. The new songs sounded good, the old ones sounded great and all in all, this was one of the best gig nights I’ve been to in quite a while. And as for the acapella intro to Cold Days From the Birdhouse, well… sheer spine-tingling magic.
The Twilight Sad – And She Would Darken the Memory
The Twilight Sad – I’m Taking the Train Home
A couple of big, but not massive, names are slinking around the capital city this week. The Long Blondes have sold out Cabaret Voltaire on Wednesday, and the really not very good Young Knives are at The Liquid Room. I am going along to see The Long Blondes, but as regular commenter and Edinburgh gig fiend Bart quite rightly says, what on earth is the point of plugging a sold-out gig? So that’s enough about them, then. What else is knocking around?
Monday 17th March: Cut Off Your Hands at the Cabaret Voltaire.
Cut Off Your Hands sound very, erm, current. But for all I make that sound like an insult, they definitely have some decent tunes on their MySpace page, so for those of you looking for a little something to do tonight they might be worth investigating.
Cut Off Your Hands – Fond
Thursday 20th March: Eagleowl, Make Model & Twilight Sad at The Liquid Room.
Another superb lineup put together by I Fly Spitfires, and I am really looking forward to this gig. Eagleowl are dark, gothic folk, from what I know of them so far, Make Model are radio-friendly indiepop and the Twilight Sad are epic guitar-botherers. It’s a very mixed bill in terms of styles, but I rather like that. There will be beer. O Yes, there will be beer.
The Twilight Sad – Walking For Two Hours
Friday 21st March: Rob St. John & Tisso Lake at The Collective Gallery.
You all know how highly I rate local folk charmer Rob St. John, and he’s playing with Tisso Lake as part of their nationwide tour taking place over the next few weeks. If it’s the loveliest of fragile folk music you’re after, then you can’t possibly go wrong with popping down to this one.
Tisso Lake – The House by the River
Saturday 22nd March: Damn Shames at Henry’s Cellar Bar. This is Music presents the Damn Shames. Their recent Spins ‘n’ Needles review wasn’t too complimentary, but there’s enough going on in their dancey, punky indie-pop that I think I might give them a chance. It’s definitely music for The Kidz (TM) rather than old duffers like myself, but there’s something there that I’m quite liking the sound of, so I may give this a go.
Damn Shames – Last Things
Back at long last, would you believe. After the abortive attempt at a Christmas podcast and then the IT disaster in Toad Hall – when my retarded computer ground to a halt and had to have its entire operating system reinstalled – I have finally managed to record the 19th Toadcast. Sorting out the IT department was not at all as easy as it should have been, so it’s taken ages to get to the point where I could record one again.
So, excuses over and done with, what am I going to inflict on you this time? The bloody Scots, that’s who. The Scottish music scene is an amazingly fertile one, so I thought I’d review 2007 and have a bit of a look forward to 2008. So I’ve pulled together some of the big guys like Malcolm Middleton, Emma Pollock and King Creosote and interspersed a few of the lesser known acts from around here to give you a nicely rounded look at what’s going on musically in the land of Buckfast and deep-fried Mars bars.
01. Sons & Daughters – Gilt Complex (1.01)
02. Glasvegas – Daddy’s Gone (5.55)
03. The Low Miffs – Also Sprach Shareholder (13.58)
04. Malcolm Middleton – We’re All Going to Die (17.24)
05. Aidan John Moffat – The Boy That You Love (23.37)
06. Gerry Mitchell & Little Sparta – The Empress (28.00)
07. The Pendulums – Greenhat (34.38)
08. Broken Records – Kathy (40.49)
09. Rob St. John – Wooden Rose (45.44)
10. Found – Some Fracas of a Sissy (53.28)
11. Kid Canaveral – Smash Hits (58.49)
12. Popup – Lucy, What are You Trying to Say? (61.38)
13. Emma Pollock – A Temporary Fix (68.28)
14. King Creosote – Church as Witness (76.04)
15. Mother & the Addicts – Roll Me on Over (79.37)
16. Frightened Rabbit – Be Less Rude (88.09)
17. The Twilight Sad – Walking For Two Hours (94.37)
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Apologies for the lateness of this week’s podcast, but inevitably the chaos of SXSW nudges schedules into the background a little.
The one thing I notice in this record more than anything is that it really doesn’t generate anything like the excitement in me that its predecessor achieved. I am not sure if that is because the sheer hummability quota is slightly diminished, or just because this doesn’t really move on in any real sense from territory the band had already claimed with such aplomb.
