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Toadcast #117 – Mumford & Sons Toad Session

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This was without a shadow of a doubt the most scary level of military efficiency that anything even slightly Toad-related has ever achieved.  Mumford & Sons were playing to a sold-out Queen’s Hall in the evening, so we had to have them in and out of the door within an hour and a half, and we actually bloody managed it!  As the likes of the Pictish Trail, who left Toad Hall completely plastered after his session, can testify: this isn’t really what we’re good at around here.

So, not only did they go to extreme lengths to actually make time to record this, they did a fucking lovely job of it as well.  If you watch the video for Untitled, embedded below, you’ll see that they rattled our floors so hard that something actually falls off the shelves behind Marcus at the end of the video.  Gavin has done a lovely job of the recording and mixing, and many thanks to Dylan for the photography and Matthew for help with the filming.

As usual with the Toad Sessions, there is a full set of pictures on our Flickr page, Dylan’s own choices on his Blueback Hotrod page, freely downloadable and shareable mp3s of the session tracks below, a full podcast of the interview (with playlist at the bottom of the page), and videos of the individual songs themselves embedded below.  I’ve also made a video of the whole day, with bits of interviews and excerpts from the songs, and that is embedded at the top of the page.  Enjoy!

Toadcast #117 – Mumford & Sons Toad Session

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Mumford & Sons – Untitled (Toad Session)

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Mumford & Sons – Dance Dance Dance (Neil Young Cover) (Toad Session)

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Mumford & Sons – White Blank Page (Toad Session)

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Mumford & Sons – Awake My Soul (Toad Session)

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Podcast Playlist:
01. Mumford & Sons – Untitled (Toad Session) (04.26)
02. Vampire Weekend – UR a Contra (13.29)
03. Love.Stop.Repeat – In the Aeroplane Over the Sea (17.52)
04. Mumford & Sons – Dance Dance Dance (Neil Young Cover) (Toad Session) (21.54)
05. Billie Holiday – God Bless the Child (26.42)
06. Eels – In the Beginning (29.49)
07. Mumford & Sons – White Blank Page (Toad Session) (36.27)
08. My Kappa Roots – It was Rough When the Rain Came (41.19)
09. Mumford & Sons – Awake My Soul (Toad Session) (50.23)

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Vampire Weekend – Contra

Okay, I think we all know what I think of the new Vampire Weekend stuff.  So whilst none of  this album is as bad as the risible Horchata, it’s still pretty shite, all told, so there’s no real need to discuss that much further I don’t think.

What does interest me about this record, however, is the sort of backlash it is generating.  Not the size of the backlash, per se, but more the kind of backlash.  I find myself shrinking away from it, having really and sincerely praised their first record, and I am not alone amongst the indie scribblers in the blogosphere.

It feels like rank hypocrisy, and perhaps that’s what it is, but the feeling this album and the band themselves seem to be generating at the moment is almost akin to revulsion.  I remember when the Broken Records album came out and so many people wrote reviews, perhaps with three stars out of five awarded, but delivered with such distaste that they read like character assassinations.  There was serious danger of fractured pelvises, people were back-pedalling so fast.

Partly, it also reminds me of the likes of the Streets.  I’ve written in the past about how I was a big fan of Original Pirate Material when it was released, but by the time the second record came along I honestly couldn’t have dropped the band any faster if I had been holding Lindsay Lohan’s latest abortion.  Listening back to the first record nowadays, it actually makes me wince to listen to. There’s something about the idiosyncrasy of the sound which means that either when the immediate enthusiasm around the release wore off, or the next record pushed it just a little too far, that the band seemed to flip from one state to another in my mind.

There may not be clear divisions between genres, sub-genres and styles in the world of music, but there are definitely clusters.  It’s almost like interstellar objects.  Many of them clearly orbit specific stars – the indie star, the folk star, whatever you like – but there are plenty of interstellar bodies which are not clearly in orbit of any single star.  It’s almost as if some bands act like these objects, tantalisingly weaving through space, as we conjecture from what little we know of their path as to which stars might most be influencing their trajectory.

Particularly in this state, it is easy to be a bit geocentric and claim it to be orbiting our sun, or at least it is when you extend this rather tortured analogy to musical tribalism at least, especially if the band in question happen to write good (i.e. infectious) tunes.

However, by suddenly passing unusually close to a massive object, these bodies can either be captured in their orbit, or when a little more information comes to light about their actual trajectory it can become evident that they were actually orbiting them all along.  I know I am stretching this a bit thin, and my grasp of cosmology is tenuous at best, but I am trying to describe that phenomenon when bands exist in quite an enigmatic space and seem, tantalisingly, for a while, to be ‘one of us’, only to later be revealed to be ‘one of them’, and that is the best I could come up with.

What I can’t explain is the hurt which people seem to feel when this kind of thing happens. Because the kind of spiteful backlash I saw against Broken Records (are they alternative or are they MOR), and which I personally felt against the Streets (is he ‘real’ or is he a cockney twat hamming it up for the cameras) and now genuinely feel against Vampire Weekend (are they innovators or tedious pastiche-mongers), can only come from some sort of feeling of betrayal, surely.  People take their musical tastes very personally – it’s more of a statement about who we are than our houses or cars or clothes, for a lot of people, so maybe it’s not even that the band betrayed you, but that they conned you into betraying yourself.

The world of geezers and nightclubs and birds and so on fucking irritated the living shit out of me when I lived in London.  Somehow, though, the newness of the sound of Original Pirate Material and the sudden accessibility of a genre I had never really clicked with cut through that and fascinated me long enough that it didn’t seem important when listening to the record.  And besides, there’s no denying that Skinner captured that world with uncanny accuracy.  Now that the novelty has worn off and it has been fixed in the chilly gaze of hindsight, all I can see is an album about a culture with which I have nothing in common and which I actually find genuinely irritating.

So Vampire Weekend?  Well, the tunes on this album simply aren’t very good.  On their debut the songs were really infectious, which brought an element of exuberance to their weird amalgalm of sounds.  On Contra there is none of that so we are left with their sound laid bare, unprotected by the general sense of bonhomie which a hummable tune can bring.  And all I hear, honestly, is a bunch of vapid, content-free songs whose only merit is a stylistic rip-off of an album released twenty years ago, but without a sliver of the substance.

And I feel slightly betrayed, I guess.  I look back at their first record and think ‘were they this shit back then and I never realised it’?  Were they this banal?  Were they this utterly facile?  And maybe it’s not that I think that they’ve betrayed me, but more that I have a vague suspicion that they’ve tricked me into making a bit of a fool of myself.

And whilst it is enough to say ‘well, you liked the first one, and you don’t like this one, that’s all there is to say, so just get over it and move on’, I find myself kind of fascinated by what it is which generates, not a sudden shift from liking to either disliking or indifference, but the actual venom of a real backlash, and I think that might possibly be it.

Vampire Weekend – White Sky I actually quite like this one.

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Vampire Weekend – Horchata But you all know what I think of this.

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Horscheisse

Right, I can hold it in no longer.  I never posted it when it came out, and I have tried most studiously to ignore it ever since, but it seems I am failing, so it has to be said:

That fucking Horchata song by Vampire Weekend is absolutely fucking dreadful.

Is that xylophone I hear?  Yes, I think it might be.  And those fucking drums during the chorus – it’s so cod-ethnic it’s borderline fucking racist.  It sounds like the fucking soundtrack to some sort of soul-crushing Lion King sequel for fuck’s sake.

I mean, we all know they’re fucking posh, but could the subject matter of a song possibly be any more banal and tediously middle class.  And as for rhyming horchata with balaclava, I want to shove that bloody balaclava so far up his fucking arse that it pokes out his fucking mouth and actually makes it impossible to drink any fucking horchata at all.

It is one of the most hatefully squishy, insubstantial, irritating and just downright punchable songs I have ever heard.  Yes, punchable.  If I discovered a manner in which songs could be punched, then Hor-fucking-chata is the very first one upon which I would practise my newfound talent.  I would, to rob a phrase from a friend, punch it until it stopped being fun, which would be never.  Even with bits of brain and teeth starting to splatter about the place, the sheer fun of giving that song an unbelievably good punching just doesn’t seem like a pleasure which would ever grow old.

Mind you, if it ever did I could always skip forward two songs and start punching Holiday instead.

Vampire Weekend – Horchata

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Gig Confusion and Chunky Apologies

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As a few of you have noticed, there has been a little gig confusion, what with me promising an Autumn Toad Night with the Pineapple Chunks and then not putting it in my own listings.

Basically, I have been unable to find anyone to put on the bill with them, so have been unable to promote the gig.  So by the time yesterday rolled around I thought it best to just cancel, rather than put on a badly-promoted gig which would be rude to the Chunks, and not a lot of fun for everyone else.  No-one wants a badly-run, half-arsed gig night, basically.

What I thought would be best would be to invite the Chunks onto the bill at the Toad Christmas Night with Jesus H. Foxx instead (Saturday 12th Dec for those taking notes) and make sure that the night was properly promoted and that they therefore were afforded due respect.

So instead of Saturday being a full-on gig night at the Bowery, Ruth has very kindly suggested (and very kindly not beaten me to death for being an idiot) that we have an acoustic night in the bar, have people round to DJ and generally just make a nice night of it.  So we need about four volunteers to play acoustic sets, and a couple of people to volunteer to play some records and everyone else to volunteer to turn up and get pissed.  It’ll be free, but for my sins I promise to stand everyone who plays (music or records) a few beers as a thank you.

So apologies to Ruth and the Pineapple Chunks, but we can still have an excellent night despite my stupid tendency to take on far, far too much and then to balls it up.

Red Red Meat – Idiot Son

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And in non-Toad-related news, gosh aren’t music blogs suffering from a colossal case of groupthink!  Go to the Hype Machine and check out the artist page for Vampire Weekend and see how many people have posted their new song.  I do have some sympathy with this – I mean, we all just post what we’re interested in (don’t we?  don’t we?) and I was personally curious to hear the song – but it does look bloody ridiculous when you see that great big long list.

I wouldn’t bother if I were you.  It’s shit.

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The Music Fan’s Lament #1: Fragmentation

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I have been reading a few things recently about the state of music in the 21st Century. Not the state of the music industry exactly, but the state of music itself and its relationship with its fans. There are a lot of things I want to write about in response to this, so rather than one massive great big monster post, I think I’ll break it down into a small series of things which I’ll write over the course of the next day or so.

Firstly, here are the various articles that prompted this little festival of self-indulgence, so you have some idea what to expect:
A Penny For Your Thoughts by The Vinyl Villain (read the comments as well, because some of them are very thought-provoking.
Does the World Need Another Indie Band? by Tim Walker, writing in The Independent.
Why Has Modern Music Lost So Much Impact? by the Kings of A&R.
This comment, from a reader called Alex in the comment thread of my recent podcast – The Tribecast.

So, how am I going to break this down into relatively digestible chunks, so this post doesn’t just ramble on forever? Like so:
1. Fragmentation
2. Over Saturation
3. Hype Overload
4. Decreasing Quality

#1 Fragmentation

I may quibble with either the existence or the seriousness of some of the other things I am going to discuss in this series, but I don’t think I can honestly argue against the fact that there is severe fragmentation in the music market. Whether it’s a bad thing or a good thing, however, I couldn’t rightly say, although I don’t think it is great for the vast majority of music fans.

If you think about it, no-one really knows where or what the mainstream is anymore. Jay-Z headlines Glastonbury, the NME left relevance behind years ago, Top of the Pops is dead, radio stations are struggling and internet ones are actually under attack from the music industry itself, so where do we all find out about the next big thing together?

Well for the fanatics like myself and probably, given you’re here reading this, you too, the fragmentation is actually a bonus most of the time. It is what allows us to be here, examining some of the more obscure
corners of the indiesphere, whilst still keeping half an eye on the wider mainstream acts at the same time. It also helps us build communities of people, even ones who have never met, nor are ever likely to.

For the more balanced music fan, however, it can be a problem. I mentioned during the Tribecast that pop music, particuarly mainstream pop music is not particularly about the music itself from an artistic standpoint. I mean, there’s a reasonably rigid formula for pop hits, and they have to be catchy as hell for some reason, so it’s not like the music can get away with being entirely inept (vapid is another question), but for the listener the social aspect is often equally important.

Culture is a crucial part of group bonding – basic tribal behaviour – and the act of sharing cultural entities is an important way of binding a community together. So it really doesn’t matter what you think of a song, what matters is its capacity to appeal to a large number of people and enough awareness that it has the chance to become something shared by as many people as possible.

In the Tribecast I mentioned Mr. Brightside by the Killers as a perfect example of a song and an album that was so ubiquitous that it is now completely attached to the Summer of 2005 and in five or six years time, any of us who hear that song again will instantly associate it with whatever was going on in our life at the time. We’ll have that ‘Aaa, remember this!‘ conversation with a random person in a pub, and this will allow us to instantly bond that little bit more, and that little bit more easily.

At the moment there seems to be no shared mass market for this stuff, in fact Top of the Pops’ very breadth was probably what killed it. Looking at the Top Ten Albums lists for 2007, we see the Billboard Charts – the barometer of major label sales – giving us obviously ludicrous hits such as Hannah Montana and Now Fifty-Whatever. Even the superficial magazines were writing out lists full of LCD Soundsytem and TV on the Radio – a bloggers’ delight perhaps, but is it that representative of mainstream tastes? Bloggers are prominent at the moment because we are very easy to find, and there is a definite style of indie rock that seems to be very popular amongst bloggers. So we’re one of the most coherent, available voices out there, but I really have my doubts that we are representative of mainstream tastes.

All this results in the fragmentation we are talking about. As Alex said, in his comment on the Tribecast thread:

“I think songs like ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’ and bands like Arctic Monkeys – that really capture the imagination of the mainstream, but that can also be looked back on a few months down the line without any hint of embarrassment – are so important. They’re the only point of cultural bonding (and drunken singalong) I can expect to have with anyone of my age in 10 years time.”

He’s right, but in other ways this fragmentation is a good thing. It allows, for example, smaller, more close-knit communities to form, often locally centred. Imagine if you find someone in ten years with a Toad Session recording in their music collection, for example. Or imagine, on a larger scale, meeting a fan of King Creosote and realising that you both talked on the Fence Beefboard at the same time. Or even just meeting someone who also reads The Vinyl Villain or, more likely, Said the Gramophone. That bond will be a hell of a lot stronger than a wishy-washy, generic ‘Oh yeah, I liked that Killers song’.

But remember that it isn’t just radio and television that forges these shared bonds. ASDA radio plays more and better indie music in an hour that pretty much any major radio station, and they probably have more listeners too, albeit not by choice. But this seeps in everywhere – in every pub and bar that plays music. If you’re in the same pubs as someone, you’re listening to the same music, and if it happens a lot you remember it, however subconsciously, so this process really hasn’t been stopped. Think about the ubiquity of cutting edge music in advertising and television as well – if we’re all watching Big Brother, we’re all listening to the same music.

Ultimately though, I think these things will consolidate. That’s what Capitalism does: builds bigger and bigger and shitter and shitter companies until there is an explosion and it all tumbles down and starts over. You can already see the growth of things like The Hype Machine and Drowned in Sound and to some extent The Guardian as well, all starting to point the way to the kinds of large entities that could easily grow out of the current sea of tiny enterprises. So for anyone worrying about the fragmentation in the actual music industry itself, I honestly doubt it will last that long.

It’s also worth bearing in mind that we often don’t know what is going to define a period of time until afterwards. What’s going to define 2008? Well we don’t know, do we – Vampire Weekend? It’s not unlikely.

The Killers – Mr. Brightside
Vampire Weekend – A-Punk
Nirvana – Smells Like Teen Spirit

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Vampire Weekend – Vampire Weekend

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This album almost – almost – fell foul of one of the great perils of the internet age: pre-release over-exposure. I’d already heard over half the songs on this record before the album itself ever got anywhere near me, which was close to ruining the surprise and excitement of listening to a new record for the first time. I mean, if you’ve already heard most of the songs already and the few new ones don’t quite cut the mustard then the letdown can overwhelm even the enjoyment of listening to the ones you already knew you liked. Of course, this phenomenon is not exclusive to the internet age: it used to happen with singles too. Gene and The Bluteones spring to mind, back in the mid-90s, but I think it’s a lot worse nowadays.

I mean, a lot of bands get signed now on the back, not of demos per se, but internet self-release EPs and free mp3 giveaways until enough people have heard of them that someone at a record label finally signs what is, in effect, a near-finished product. It appears to me to be much less common for some enterprising A&R man to scour the pubs for a bit of buzz, take a chance on a dozen crap gigs and then finally unearth a group he thinks will be a gem.  The label might take a chance on the back of some sweaty basement performance and *boom* a massive new band appears as if from nowhere. Nowadays the internet, and to a large extent the blogs, are pretty much free A&R for anyone who cares to read. Take the groups your label already has, find the blogs that post about them, set up your RSS feeds and wait for someone else’s work to do your job for you.

Consequently, if you’re a band and can record pretty decent version of your songs and release them before a record label even takes any interest then what are you going to do? You’ll assemble your four or five best tracks, burn them to CD-R and make them available from your website or your MySpace or wherever you can. If you do two of them, like Vampire Weekend did, then all your best material will be out there before anyone ever buys an album. And the label won’t pay you to write new songs will they, because they want the ones that have already been market-tested and that they know the public like.  So, as here, you end up releasing a debut album people know almost back to front before it even hits the shelves.

In this case, fortunately, the songs I don’t know aren’t the dregs of Vampire Weekend’s back catalogue. They are, like the rest of their output, bouncy and immensely enjoyable indie pop with just a touch of the fey about them. There’s obvious splashes of ska and it sounds a little like they kidnapped Paul Simon’s guitarist from the Graceland album, but it works really really well.

There has been a lot of criticism of these guys from the Fun Police about them being superficial flibbertigibbets who practise over-privileged, condescending musical colonialism and I think this is total shit. Honestly, they’ve found a sound they like, they make lightweight and extremely entertaining indie pop and this music can be enjoyed without having to analyse it like some kind of opera critic with a fucking pickle up your arse. Just relax, people, it may be fluff, it may not be remembered in a hundred years but the minute the sun starts shining and your friends come round for a couple of beers this is one of the first albums you are going to want to reach for.

Vampire Weekend – Boston
Vampire Weekend – Oxford Comma

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Toadcast the Fourth – Weddings, Holidays and Summery Niceness

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I’m in America at the moment at my brother’s wedding, but I very kindly recorded this before I went away. I’ve thrown in some stuff about weddings and some summery happy tunes too.

Also, he’s getting married on Cape Cod, and I worked there as a waiter for two Summers when I was a student – with my everso English accent the tips were quite splendid – so I’ve thrown on a few songs that remind me of my Summers on Cape Cod, although not all are obviously related. All in all it’s a cheerful, happy mix with a nice atmosphere to it, so you should like this one.

By the time you hear it though I could very easily have sworn myself into exile and ruined my relationship with my new in-laws forever. Wish me luck, Toadlings, wish me luck.

Toadcast #4 – Summery Songs and Wedding Bells

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1. Billy Bragg – The Marriage (0.46)
2. Tom Waits – Better Off Without a Wife (5.10)
3. Clem Snide – Happy Birthday (9.38)
4. Gomez – Make No Sound (13.36)
5. Dave Matthews Band – Two Step (19.56)
6. Vampire Weekend – Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa (26.49)
7. Judy Garland – Get Happy (30.20)
8. Tom Waits – Never Let Go (34.59)
9. Bell X1 – Bound For Boston Hill (38.12)
10. Suburban Kids With Biblical Names – Funeral Face (43.37)
11. Luna – Sweet Child O’ Mine (48.41)
12. Len – Steal My Sunshine (54.07)
13. Billy Bragg & Wilco – Hesitating Beauty (59.28)

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Vampire Weekend Make Toad Happy

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It was so lovely out yesterday, and it’s so bloody nice today I thought I really would have to post some irrepressibly cheerful music out of sheer contentment. The problem is, as an unrepentant indie sulk-merchant, your overly serious and hyper-sensitive Toad poked through the old record collection (haha – what nonsense – scrolled through my hard drive more like it, but it just doesn’t sound as good, does it!) and wondered what my musical heroes had to offer. So I went through the likes of Tom Waits, Nick Cave, Billy Bragg, Eels, The Willard Grant Conspiracy, Wilco, Andrew Bird, Grandaddy, erm, Lloyd Cole… er, right. Well not a lot of cheerful Sunday music there really. In fact, barely any happy music at all, and when there is any it tends to be their weaker songs too.

So I turned to the soaring connections of the interglobalsupermegahivemindweb-o-rama that are the internets and found, courtesy of Good Weather For Air Strikes, a bunch of Cape Coddahs called Vampire Weekend who are perfect. For the Brits, that’s ‘Cape Codders’ spelled phonetically in the accent of the region – there are entire industries out in that part of Massachusetts devoted entirely to the manufacture of t-shirts with Pahk the Cah in HahvardYahd written on them. Oh the, erm, jollity.

Vampire Weekend don’t really scream Cape Cod to me somehow. I associate that part of the world more with the solitary introspection of Willy Mason or the ramshackle populism of bar bands playing Sweet Caroline in the Woodshed, but these guys play a sort of cheerful calypso pop that, although not aggressively upbeat, has a sort of uplifting cheeriness to it that I fell for somewhat by stealth.

Seriously, Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa sounds like it should be the only decent song on Paul Simon’s Rhythm of the Saints at times, and the looping electronic beepery on Walcott really should put someone like me off. But it doesn’t.

Go to their site as there’s one more track to download there, and you can order a couple of CD-Rs. Insert into record player, assemble those requiring cheering up around you, activate sway-o-meter and enjoy with cocktails.

Vampire Weekend – Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
Vampire Weekend – Walcott (Insane Mix #2)

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