The bloating of a music blog. Looks from this vantage that tangents have grown a little too bulky of late, that we’re at the stage where every record listened to (and every occasion when me and a bottle of something have gone to hide in the cinema) trigger hundreds and hundreds of weird words. Stuff that plasters itself all over the interwebs as if violently-thrown paint. Time to strip things back. To welcome the concise approach. To pretend that it’s 1976 and we’re in desperate need of two-minutes of punk abruptness to counteract the pompous howl of the twenty-minute-long prog-rock excursions that we’re being drowned out by.
Below the words: a record that “the kids” have been listening to for the past year. You know, “the kids”– those intrepid popinjay pioneers aboard the good ship Zeitgeist, fending off the unfashionable attentions of the musical Kraken with their meticulously crafted hairstyles fully intact. “The kids”, braving the inclement weather of fleeting, fickle vogue to ensure supply lines of everything hip and chic are constantly maintained.
Below the words: something that “the kids” will be listening to throughout the next year, maybe – I have absolutely no idea of our progress along the musical trend parabola, probably still consider the epitome of cool to be mascara-clad silhouettes sculpting sparse, dark goth soundscapes in the mal-illuminated cellar of some dodgy club. But fear not; if “the kids” haven’t spoken, they surely will do… after which we can sleep easy in our hammocks, secure in the knowledge that these arbiters of hip-ness and trendy-dom continue to patrol the seven seas on our behalf.
But enough dodgy nautical references. Below the words: a track from Civil Civic’s début album. An interesting record, if only because of the strange conflagration of sound there-in. A little from here, a little from there, the mutant offspring of disparate (even contradictory) elements. Kicking off as if a Metronomy pastiche, at precisely the 0:57 marker we’re into completely different territory. I’m very much the wrong person to tell you if this is (or will be, or has been) what “the kids” stream directly into their souls these days – or even if I’ll remember it next week – but it is a fun record (amidst the sea-faring allusions, and managing to come in under 400 words, for a change).
Civil Civic / Run Overdrive