1.
broken song (6.06)
2. elastic band dance (3.00)
3. happyaccidents (4.26)
4. throw yr bones (1.59)
5. cop dream (5.37)
6. now playing at your local conceptually flawed
disco (0.57)
7. dust (3.27)
8. yeah something! (3.10)
9. endless footprints leading to and from the source
(7.56)
10. loosen up, man (3.41)
11. it's not why you from, it's... (1.04)
12. how you at (4.22)
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Okay,
mp3s at the bottom, and here we've got EnormoVision
versions of the Tina-designed inlay
and the back.
The 16th Enough Rope full-length is here, and this
should be the one to finally establish me as the stadium-straddling
rock behemoth I've always strived to be. Nah, you got
me, it's another stew of the various Enough Rope flavours
from my imaginary sound kitchen which might hopefully
establish me as someone, in a room, with upwards of
ten listeners. Bitter? Please, you know I'm so far
up my own cavity it shouldn't matter what other cats
think.
Some thoughts: 'Broken Song' came out of me attempting
to write a 'Change'-era Jackie-O Motherfucker-indebted
drone-blues song, it's all detuned hammer-ons and possibly
off-time rhythms as if I knew what any of that meant.
It wasn't what I had in mind, but then my mind is old
and this came out better. It winds its way along for
6 minutes with all these interlocking walking riffs,
back and forth, I like to think dusty highways and
figures in a black coat and a mysterious hat. 'Elastic
Band Dance' is on its heels and it flips the script
a little, speed and noise and urgency. I did rock with
an elastic band, hence the title, that unholy noise
that screeches in four times in the second half is
what happens if you ramp up the distortion and pull
a tightened band up and down the strings. That's right,
deal with it, IF YOU CAN. 'happyaccidents' introduces
the pop to add to the previous snap'n'crackle, that
harmonic chorus, man, sometimes I could kiss me if
it didn't make me gay or something. The verses are
quirky/bouncy and then the chorus is 'dotwrk'-esque
faux-pretty and it all comes together like some films
I've seen on the internet. Hey, don't judge me.
'Throw Yr Bones' is kind of an interlude, nothing to
do with the YYYs album of a similar name; don't let
anyone say I ever copied shit from Karen O because
I really didn't, she's been in the NME so I can't be
down with that. 'Cop Dream'...I never had a cop dream,
I think it was a typo. But sometimes I just lie. Anyway,
the song is dreamy so I guess that's it. You could
sleep to it if doing so didn't make you a cunt, fucking
listen. 'Now Playing...' is, well, the title came to
me in one of my hipster 'let's come up with a long
title' moments and I didn't want to hitch it to a song
I was gonna post online because that's frankly too
much typing for a lazy man, so it inspired this mood-spoiling
reverso-fucky wrong doodle. I was going for jittery
Prefuse 73 glitch greatness and got something other.
'Dust'...a better man than me would have re-recorded
this to be in time, but that man would make you pay
your hard-earned to listen and nobody needs that. It
pulls in a few directions at the same time but it's
under some kind of control.
'Yeah Something!' came out of...you know how all these
hip groovy bands the kids listen to with the emo hair
are rockin' all these na-na-na hey-hey-hey booty-poppin'
quasi-ironic titles and lyrics and calling themselves
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and Shout Out Louds? I figured
I need some of that possibly slightly insincere and
inarticulate positivity if I'm gonna break on through
as a full-on elite MySpace celebrity, so here we are.
Some jazz chords, some jangle and then bang, it's handclaps
and riffs. That's right, handclaps. And bottle percussion.
That shit is so hip right now it hurts, I need to lie
down, Anyway, it's actually quite good. 'Endless Footprints...'
is back on the serious, a 'New Product'-style wandering
thing which picks a groove and hangs the fuck on in
there. Layers, layers, and some more. Then 'Loosen
Up, Man' comes, a music scholar would be able to tell
me whether the bits of this that fight each other actually
work or are completely wrong. I suspect the latter,
but hey, theory is for losers. And I may be a loser
but I try to win. The last two song titles cleverly
interact, I should hook an ill-fitting 'concept' onto
the record and pretend the whole 12 tracks make a story
like Mike Skinner did with that second album, but I
don't have the time or the drugs. I probably do have
the time, to be honest. Anyway, they link because the
former is a motif-establishing prelude to 'How You
At', which closes this all off on a big sing-song hook
for your granny. It's melancholy, it's the style you
know and love, it's finished, I'm out of here. Just
listen to the goddamn songs before I make any more
of a fool of myself talking about stuff that doesn't
need it. Heck, I'm not even dancing about architecture
any more, I'm just thinking about choreographing something
irrelevant about a plan for some architecture. Can
I say 'peace out'? |
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