Showing posts with label indie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indie. Show all posts

Friday, 16 November 2007

This Week I Will Mostly Be Listening To... Foals

My favourite ever band this week has to be Foals. After seeing their video for 'Balloons' twenty odd times, I saw them perform live on the BBC's 'Later With Jools Holland' and am now hooked.

I realise there's a bit of a buzz surrounding the band at the moment with many pronouncing them the new saviours of Indie rock. That's obviously taking it a bit too far, but they're certainly a refreshing change from the current crop of whining generic Indie Pop soundalikes. The first thing I notice is that this is Dance music. Think of thumping The Rapture beats meeting the complicated Math Rock of TV On The Radio and you'll get some idea.

I'm not sure if it's just me but I hear echoes of Two Tone era ska with their off kilter beats and saxophones on their studio recordings. After seeing a few live clips it's clear that they can play, although how well they'll manage with larger venues remains to be seen.

According to their interviews they're promising a more experimental approach for their new album, which was actually produced by TVotR's Dave Sitek. Certainly one to watch even if they don't save Indie.

Tuesday, 6 November 2007

Get your Joy Division oven gloves

It's a few years old now but I will NEVER get bored with this song.

Half Man Half Biscuit - Joy Division Oven Gloves

It's a hilarious little number with a quite a few semi-obscure references (see here for decoding), a great sing-a-long chorus, A possible masturbation reference ("polishing the knave" ???), and is probably a comment on band merchandising or somethin'.
What more could you ask for?

A Cabaret Voltaire tea cosy perhaps.

Here's the lyrics, and I promise you'll be singing it too. All together now.....

(from the album Achtung Bono.)

Well the dish is too hot
You'll never guess what
I've got Joy Division oven gloves
If it's her desire
I'll put my fingers in the fire
Cause I've got Joy Division oven gloves
I've got Joy Division oven gloves

Ooh ooh tropical diseases
Ooh ooh chemical alarm
Ooh ooh I'm a little blasé
In my Joy Division oven gloves
In my Joy Division oven gloves

I've been here and I've been there
In my Joy Division oven gloves
I've been to a post-punk postcard fair
In my Joy Division oven gloves
Ooh ooh Nagasaki towpath
Ooh ooh tickling the laird
Ooh ooh checking out the Quantocks
In my Joy Division oven gloves
In my Joy Division oven gloves

On a sinking ship a sailor yearns
For his Joy Division oven gloves
Nero fiddles while Gordon Burns
In his Joy Division oven gloves
Talk to the hands, talk to the hands
In my Joy Division oven gloves
Dance dance dance dance
In your Joy Division oven gloves

Ooh ooh piccalilli shin pads
Ooh ooh polishing the knave
I keep wicket for the Quakers
In me Joy Division oven gloves

My grandfather's clock was too tall for the shelf
So I sold it and opened up a stall
Selling Joy Division oven gloves
We got Joy Division oven gloves
Get your Joy Division oven gloves
Hallelujah