Just your usual noise machine beat combo blow-out; invention and unorthodoxy blasted apart by the perambulations taken by career trajectory. “Shoegazing poo with trumpets”, laughed the band (which by any measure was never entirely the case); fascinating records cloaked in fug, and reverb, and Sice’s immaculate, vernal-doused vocals. The early EPs, Icabod and I (now … Continue reading Coltrane (Regretfully) Not Invited – LGM vs Giant Steps. By The Boo Radleys.
As mentioned in part one of this, there’s a number of albums timestamped ’93 where the cultural weight involved demands closer attention than the occasional flippant sentences often exhibited here. Something along the lines of if you only own one record by Drimble Wedge And The Vegetations (or whoever), make it this one. It means … Continue reading The Urgency Of Audio – And Then The Thrill: The Most Significant Albums Of 1993, Part Two
Nostalgia. It’s a weird beast, phoney and shallow and too liberal with its affections. This series of posts concerns itself with records that are intrinsically relevant today as well as back in the day – any nostalgic traits present are purely a by-product. Yet there are occasions when this force can be harnessed for good … Continue reading Turntable Tenement Highs: The Most Significant Albums Of 1992, Part Two
Because there’s all kind of texture, of nuance going on. The way records were composed, crafted, compiled and ultimately assimilated by an audience ravenous for sound, again and again. And yet there’s an entire decade’s worth of contrasting context between – say – 1980 and a 1990. The changes (if that’s what they are) – … Continue reading A House Full Of Leaves: The Most Significant Albums Of 1990
#30: The Boo Radleys – Spaniard (1992) From a clutch of bands for whom the arrival of the mid-nineties prompted a re-evaluation, an alignment towards indie musak vogue then prevalent. The formulaic Britpop swagger; cheeky verse then the upbeat chorus, songs that flaunted a scope both homogenized and stapled to shallow commercialisation. This wasn’t the … Continue reading FuckedUpFestiveFifty #30: The Boo Radleys
It was the summer when we all listened to The Cure’s “Like Cockatoos”, heavy rotation and a gentle breeze laden with a delicate seaside fragrance. Over a pint we extolled the virtues of Giant Steps, or maybe I extolled the virtues of Giant Steps; you smiled patiently, incredulous that The Boo Radleys were a decent … Continue reading Shoegazing Poo With Trumpets
Britpop. At the time it felt pretty naff – and in retrospect looks even sillier – but the zeitgeist had spoken nonetheless. Indie was where it was at; girls and boys with guitars were dusting off their parents’ Kinks records, watching The Italian Job, channelling the spirit of Dick Van Dyke, then arriving on the … Continue reading Britpop Elvis