Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Writing
I wrote a music review for Waxxx, a bi-monthly paper/ magazine in the north west. FYI the image isn't mine, I'm just "borrowing":
As a fan of Pink’s song-writing I might have had too great an expectation. His back catalogue is incredibly colourful, and adorned with so much glitter and tinsel that this offering sounds as plain as a brown piece of paper in comparison. No sound clips from porn movies or mental keyboard effects here folks. A shame really as it’s these quirky inserts that added depth to Pink’s songs, offsetting the Glam-rock sound with a darkness which exuded intense psychedelics and extreme sexuality reminiscent of the 60’s and 70’s musical era.
Maybe I’m being too critical. I can’t deny R Stevie Moore his moment of glory as his vocals are incredible. Suddenly the stripped down sound makes so much sense as you can hear Moore’s yearning through his voice, which would no doubt be drowned out had Pink sprinkled his trademark sparkle. I’m not saying that Moore has influenced the track beyond recognition. His drum-machine beat and snare is off-putting but it’s definitely an Ariel Pink track, it still has the Ariel Pink charm; it just sounds a bit like an elaborate joke. It wouldn’t be out of place on a Mighty Boosh episode and it’s not hard to imagine Noel Fielding dancing along to it in a skin-tight outfit, yawning “Dutch me, Dutch me”, acting like a tit. This isn’t the end though. It’s just one track. Frankly, Pink might be crucified for this measly offering, but with news of a new album titled Ku Klux Glam in the offing, no doubt his resurrection will be swift and glorious."
R Stevie Moore (left) and Ariel Pink (right)
"I’ll be honest; I nearly wetted myself when I heard Ariel Pink was releasing a new single. A collaborative track with lo-fi home recording veteran R Stevie Moore, Dutch Me had all the promise of Pink’s previous freak-folk funk fests with the added maturity of one of the DIY music scene’s heroes. It’s been a long time coming; the pair has been touring the US West Coast for the best part of a year, plenty of time (and talent) to create a fine-wine of a track. Unfortunately instead of a fabulous bouquet, there is a distinct scent of piss in the air. And no, I didn’t lose control of myself.
As a fan of Pink’s song-writing I might have had too great an expectation. His back catalogue is incredibly colourful, and adorned with so much glitter and tinsel that this offering sounds as plain as a brown piece of paper in comparison. No sound clips from porn movies or mental keyboard effects here folks. A shame really as it’s these quirky inserts that added depth to Pink’s songs, offsetting the Glam-rock sound with a darkness which exuded intense psychedelics and extreme sexuality reminiscent of the 60’s and 70’s musical era.
Maybe I’m being too critical. I can’t deny R Stevie Moore his moment of glory as his vocals are incredible. Suddenly the stripped down sound makes so much sense as you can hear Moore’s yearning through his voice, which would no doubt be drowned out had Pink sprinkled his trademark sparkle. I’m not saying that Moore has influenced the track beyond recognition. His drum-machine beat and snare is off-putting but it’s definitely an Ariel Pink track, it still has the Ariel Pink charm; it just sounds a bit like an elaborate joke. It wouldn’t be out of place on a Mighty Boosh episode and it’s not hard to imagine Noel Fielding dancing along to it in a skin-tight outfit, yawning “Dutch me, Dutch me”, acting like a tit. This isn’t the end though. It’s just one track. Frankly, Pink might be crucified for this measly offering, but with news of a new album titled Ku Klux Glam in the offing, no doubt his resurrection will be swift and glorious."
Sunday, 2 October 2011
beginnings of things
After looking at old work I decided to start again on multiple mark-making and patterns. These are quick drawings, ideas for a sculpture maybe.
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