At the time this post goes online, I will be on my way to see Goldfrapp for the very first time. Am going with Vinny So Hip It Hurts Vero. Will report back. (I always say that and rarely do, but I'll try).
Twitter has made me lazy on some level. I used to write long, thought-out reviews, but that seemed to die with the advent of my tweeting. One could say this is indicative of an existential problem with Twitter, but I love it and think the problem is more about how much time I have to tend to the web versus actual real life. It's summer and there is a world out there!
Has anyone heard the album by Lissie? I cannot make out what her identity is. Is she a pop radio chanteuse a la Sheryl Crow / The Corrs or is she a neo-country folkie of the Laura Marling school, but one who has a penchant for covering current radio hits?
Alexis Petridis interviewed Robyn in the Guardian last week. Of and Body Talk Parts 1 and 2 she says, "The working title for the first album was A Bunch of Songs. The second album was going to be called Some More Songs."
Speaking of Sweden, a friend introduced me to Elias And The Wizzkids, a Swedish indie pop act. I heartily recommend their song Oh These Nights - it's on iTunes.
The Guardian also has a good piece on The Scissor Sisters, whose new CD is out on June 28th. The killer quote is Jake about their next tour being "a little more grown up, a little less ramshackle Muppet-fest."
Pitchfork has a new Blonde Redhead song - for free. I've never quite committed to this band. Like Ladytron, they always seem on the verge, thought I'd argue that Ladytron nailed it on their last CD.
Madonna no longer makes music. She makes ad campaigns and her latest is about to hit. This time D&G are "inspired by" Anna Magnani.
By the way, that recent Madonna issue of Interview was nearly impossible to get. I get that mag in the mail, but it always arrives virtually destroyed (hint: I am not renewing).
Dear The Independent: Your music page looks like something from 2000. Please update.
Sting's taken the orchestral-covers-of-hits track, which is not a good sign. The worst bit? The record is called Symphonicity. How fucking cheap, trading off a classic Police album.
Stevie Nicks is FINALLY recording a new solo album in between her zillion live dates. One collaborator is Dave Stewart of Eurythmics. All we know is that recording has begun.
Dangerous Muse are still saying they are going to release their debut album. Just DO IT. Put it out online. Make it a cheap $6 and I will buy it. I was not impressed with their recent single I Want It All, but they had good collaborators on the CD and are capable of something better.
The Pipettes next single is Call Me - actually one of the lesser songs on their upcoming album.
Eminem now supports gay marriage. I assume he means it, but it's all a bit late. I am sure he still LOVES women, you know. [eyeroll]
Kele Okereke. Wow, what a total transformation in public image. Who knew he'd be flashing his guns and ass and going pop? I'd been under the impression his solo CD was a slapped-together affair, but I think I'm wrong. Single Tenderoni did not wow me, despite the title. But there are good tunes on the record like the pretty Yesterday's Gone or the frenetic On The Lam.
Sarah Nixey has self-produced a new album - yes Black Box Recorder is well and truly kaput - and she is shopping for a label to release it. Stay tuned.
Boy George is about to release a new 16-track album called Extraordinary Alien. It features his latest single, Amazing Grace, as well as the brilliant Yes We Can and Time Machine - remember that one with Amanda
Which reminds me, where is Daniel Merriweather these days? Singing (beautifully) for his breakfast on TV in Hotlanta. The song, Red, is absolutely The Shit. A tearjerker of the first order. That Daniel did not take off is a failure of someone other than himself. He is lovely and amazing, end of. T
Finally, from the Evening Standard (!?) about a recent Gucci store opening in LDN:
Who let the wolf out? Halfway through his performance on a ukelele, avant-garde singer-songwriter Patrick Wolf announced to a not-so-attentive audience: '"I'm getting paid a thousand quid for this and I get a free Gucci suit, so f*** you if you don't want to listen." And then carried on.Patrick is back on Twitter, by the way.
Oh. The BBC Chart Blog quoted me (on Robyn), yay me.