Saturday 27 April 2024
Friday 19 April 2024
Friday 5 April 2024
BEATS OF LOVE
116. Sworn by Dream Boys
MUST SAY, it's great to have Horsebeach's Pure Shores spinning on the turntable. Ryan has made the song his own with his inimitable charm and colourful way around a song.
This song is short but packs a real punch with its subtly crafted breaks and soaring fallen angel voices. A band should sound like one person, albeit a superhuman one, so Horsebeach has a distinct advantage, as do bands comprising siblings, and in this song, the trans-Atlantic Dream Boys truly do sound as one. No mean feat.
There's nothing greater than hearing a short blast of perfect guitar pop. It's arguably the only enduring gift left to give that commerce and media styling hasn't tainted.
https://open.spotify.com/track/2Ehm3s5f2OQF9bYGeqBJnD
Friday 22 March 2024
Friday 15 March 2024
BEATS OF LOVE
114. One Goodbye in Ten (Album mix) by Shara Nelson
BOB STANLEY wrote a moving piece in the Guardian about his friend Shara Nelson.
Thank God Shara heard Only Love Can Break Your Heart and began to hear this absolute dynamite. For this alone, she deserves countless blessings.
Friday 1 March 2024
Friday 23 February 2024
BEATS OF LOVE
112. This by Me
This
is like the lottery of childhood friendship
tossing words about boisterously for sheer fun,
then crying out loudly for Mum
once the fighting starts
Who reflects herself
across my mental plane
in a translucent ocean wave
Suddenly, after a big cheery splash,
everything is unruffled, calm even
and I think, 'something's amiss, I must've plagiarized this'
Friday 9 February 2024
I awoke having my hair playfully stroked with Bob Marley playing on her cassette player and thought I'd gone to heaven. Fast forward to the following Friday evening and I'm half cut but paralyzed by nerves, unable to call the number she'd given me. Then my good mate Stu, in exasperation, took the phone and, impersonating me, arranged my date.
Saturday 3 February 2024
Friday 12 January 2024
BEATS OF LOVE
110. Cascade by Niecy Blues
NOT THAT I made a resolution, but after watching her fawning interview with Mone and Barrowman which almost forgot to drop them in the shit, I resolved not to watch Laura Kuenssberg again.
Whilst my mother's partner celebrated his daughter-in-law's 50th at the Ivy, all attention was on their table until Kuenssberg and Dominic Raab turned up and sat nearby. Suddenly, all attention diverted away from my mother's partner's table and towards theirs, giving him the chance to see just how much booze they consumed. Then, unsurprisingly, Raab, when interviewed the following day, became utterly confused by the meaning of misogyny and sounded truly horrible.
The political landscape is now characterized by a revolving door of public school ninnies like him being cosseted by the media when they behave appallingly. Many see that appalling behaviour as authenticity, which epitomizes society's shortsightedness. The media never cossets ordinary folk.
With this track evoking the headphone heaven of the finest trip-hop but with a fresh and twisted soul sensibility, putting me in my happy place, I resolve never to mention the flaccid state of British politics ever again.
Tuesday 2 January 2024
BEATS OF LOVE
109. Abigail's Party DVD
PUNK-ROCK started our generation gap, but before that explosion, the teenager was born and grew up. Teenagers who defined themselves by buying and not making stuff. Who mimicked what they watched on the telly to style themselves, serviced their own ego and distanced themselves from their parents. Teenagers, a lot like me then.
In this fresh, new state of alienated consumerism, these teenagers would continue as adults, defining themselves as middle-class despite being born into houses with tin-baths, buying stuff, including 'brand new' homes and often parented punk-rockers who rightfully rebelled against them.
No art captures this unconscious state of blind aspiration that is still prevalent in society better than Mike Leigh's brilliant play. I've only seen it on DVD about fifty times. It survives because all the social antagonisms that the tragi-comedy teases out persist today. Their complete lack of any emotional transparency makes his class-obsessed characters, who instead only express themselves by what they consume, appear truly preposterous. Until we recognize little bits of ourselves in them.
His only proper middle-class character, Sue, looks as uncomfortable as we do watching it. However, whilst she's recognizing something shockingly novel, we're instead recognizing our own family's social shortcomings and the binge-drinking culture that was spawned in society at large.
Tragically, the punk-rockers in their more pronounced state of alienation failed to grasp that making stuff was essential in resisting Thatcherism. Sadly, they're now conjoined with their parents in that same middle-class bunker mentality.