All tagged David Bowie

Savage

He Who Does Bass made the initial introduction between myself and the band officially known as Savages. Their first album, ‘Silence Yourself’ is that kind of loud and originates from a corresponding layer of the Common Era. Jehnny Beth is a formidable lyrical and vocal driving force and the band’s general assertion that the record is to be played loud in the foreground is terribly good advice.

An Elton Summer

People seem to be deeply in love with the new Toy Story and I am absolutely one of them. I did laugh, I may even have cried and I certainly felt as though my pennies were well spent and you should go and see this fucking film. Pixar are seminal wizards of the heart, they will get you in your feel place and as far as these characters go, I could not be more invested. Also, Keanu Reeves. Again!

Big Damn Billion

‘The Big Lebowski’ has everyone from Dylan to Nina Simone on it and a really beautiful, storming flamenco rendition of ‘Hotel California’ by Gipsy Kings on side two that needs to be played all. the. time and if Paul Mann’s cover artwork never grants him a sainthood then I honestly don’t know what kind of world we live in.

Dali's Spangly Pants

Paula Yates’ musical drawers are very funny, very tongue in cheek and…illuminating? Both Bob Geldof and Frank Zappa are most impressive (yes, in that way), as are Lemmy Ace Of Spades and Ted Nugent. Bowie/Ziggy and Elton John’s shots might be a little too close for comfort and I’m not certain that we needed those particular angles? As for McCartney, I think there might be such a thing as cheating here.

Posterior Credit

Berlioz’ ‘Symphonie Fantastique’ by the Hallé Orchestra - conducted by James Loughran in the summer of ’76 - is a beautiful piece of music. To boot, the cover art is eye-catching as hell. Not only that but it may have more to do with that infernal place than first meets the eye.

Space Inversion

The 1970s were a pivot point, or could have been and I get their frustration and anger at the senseless, arbitrary greed of it all. It grinds the molars now more than ever. The 1980s look like the roadtrip I want to take. Just give me a second to stuff a bag with some film and I’ll meet you in the Police box out back.