The Early Years make a post-punk and kraut influenced noise. This song was the lead track off an e.p. last year called Memory Case. It’s a lovely slice of instrumental guitar music, released on shoegaze label Sonic Cathedral. Really rather good, even if you won’t learn much from the sleeve.


I’m Going To The Darklands

Darklands is probably some distance from Brian Eno’s faraway beach but seems to be just as ideal a destination for Jim and William Reid. The reformed Jesus And Mary Chain have announced some dates in the US next month, with ex-JAMCer John Moore back on board. Here’s hoping they might do some here as well. This song is a thing of (dark) beauty.


On Some Faraway Beach

This song, off Brian Eno’s Here Come The Warm Jets album, is forty years old. In no way does it sound like it was made in 1972, or anything like what pop culture tells us the early 70s sounded. This could have come out tomorrow. There’s more than a little bit of Gorillaz’ Plastic Beach in here and probably almost every musician and producer who’s done anything interesting or groundbreaking in the last four decades.

I did briefly consider doing a series of posts based on Eno’s Oblique Strategies. Turn a card over each day and post what the card suggested. There’s an online version here. The first card said ‘Slow preparation, fast execution’. Nothing came to mind. So I ditched the idea. For the moment.

On Some Faraway Beach


We had friends round last night. We drank too much and stayed up too late.

Here is a song.

Floatation (Sonic Swing Mix)

Killing The Music Industry

This is, I think, partly what this blogging thing is supposed to be about. I didn’t buy The Kills’ Blood Pressures album that came out last year. I just missed it, it passed me by. Last month Drew posted one of the songs from it, saying it was his second most played record of 2011. The song was Baby Says. I downloaded it but only got around to hearing it this week when my mp3 player put it on as I pulled out of the carpark leaving work. I almost pulled over to listen to it properly. Since then I’ve played it whenever I can. I’m ever so slightly obsessed with it- the snakey Gimme Shelter guitar riff, Alison’s vocal delivery, the distorted drums, the whole overloadedness of the production. The video is here.

So now I need to buy the album, which I’ll do as soon as payday arrives. I notice Baby Says was a 7″ single too, there were dub mixes of lead single Satellite and a recent single with some cover versions on the B-side. So there’s a good few records I’ll pay for due to Drew posting one song. What’s the problem music industry? Isn’t this what you want?

I found this one in my d/l folder too, can’t remember when or where I clicked on it, probably ages ago and then forgotten about, more fool me- Mad Professor remixing the aforementioned Satellite inna dub stylee.

Satellite (Out Of Orbit Dub!)

The Return Of Friday Night Is Rockabilly Night 48

I couldn’t find any Australian rockabilly to follow the last three Oz posts. This not so much Friday night rockabilly as Friday night psychobilly- with The Meteors. I don’t know where this couple are off to but they look the business.

Out Of Time

Words Mean So Little And Money Less

More music from the land down under with 80s indie heroes The Triffids, covering Pet Shop Boys’ Rent. Neil Tennant hit a real high point here with the lyrics, a masterclass of economic storytelling.


Nothing Can Stop Us

The ever wondrous Ms Minogue covering St Etienne’s third single (and one of their best) Nothing Can Stop Us, on the B-side of 1994’s Confide In Me. Why? I don’t know why. Just enjoy it.

I once took my daughter to see an exhibition of Kylie’s stage and video clothing at the City Art Gallery. She was pretty nonplussed. The clothing was very small and strangely unfinished, including the dress from the video for Can’t Get You Out Of My Head (pictured above).

Nothing Can Stop Us

Always The Traffic, Always The Lights

There aren’t too many band re-unions that go on to make decent music in their second lives (although I’m happy to be corrected on that). The Go-Betweens re-united and made Oceans Apart in 2005, with this standout track which I love to bits. It’s one of those narrative songs which so few people manage to do well. Robert Forster opens up a notebook, ‘The Darlinghurst Years’, and sparks off a train of bittersweet memories of his time living there- gut rot coffee, Joe playing the cello, the non-stop traffic and non-stop lights, Marjorie, Clint, Debbie, people who came and went, and Suzie who they never saw again. The music is equally good; dramatic guitar and strings, and a lone trumpet freaking out at the end.

Darlinghurst Nights

The picture shows Darlinghurst,a suburb of Sydney, at the start of the twentieth century.

Digging Graves, Digging Disco

Mark Lanegan, grunge survivor and scary guy, has a new album out which you should think about getting. Not now, when pay day comes in a week or so. It’s got some of the sparse blues his 2004 Bubblegum lp had, and that voice that sounds like gravel but it’s also got some fuller rockers and the uptempo drum machine and keyboard song Ode To Sad Disco, almost worth the price of admission on it’s own. Seriously, grunge-disco, it’s really good. While you’re waiting for payday listen to this one.

The Gravedigger’s Song