Meme part II

[petronia]

Ensuant on Part I.

Linda Thompson - Nice Cars

At first you think, this is a metaphor, then you realize it's not, she's just singing a song about a car. It is really real. XD; I don't know. It makes me believe this is what Linda Thompson felt about her car more than Neil Young's last album made me believe that's what he felt about his car, and I thought the last Neil Young album was kinda lulzworthy and awesome. Or it says something about the Universal Feminine Condition, and not many things are said in song about the relationship between the Universal Feminine Condition and technology. I know women, not necessarily geeks, who would grok this song if it were about a laptop.

Probably I also just like spare, melancholic folk songs with random lyrical content. (One of Graham Coxon's solo albums contained this 2-minute, achingly sad Nick Drake-ish number about getting wired on caffeine due to a hot barista.)


Little Boots - New In Town (Fred Falke Remix)

One of my top singles of the year, all thanks to this remix - Fred Falke is on some sort of creative tear, or maybe hard up for cash. XD; I don't hate the original, but the arrangement seems clumsy in comparison, and I don't feel impelled to play it like I do with this. In either case, I like the lyrics a lot. It's a character speaking, I think not meant to be Victoria wossface herself: someone self-contained, confident, mysterious because history-less. Flirty with a malevolent edge.


The Good, The Bad & The Queen - Northern Whale

If I had to describe this album in one word it would be steampunk. (readerofasaph would probably say something about not being able to back up the Extroverted Intuitive function, here.) I was listening to it quite a lot over winter vacation, when it was snowing and cozy inside, and I liked it that way, but suspected it would sound better in summer: a specific, objectively unpleasant kind of summer day, when there is no sun, the sky is hazed over, and the humidity is like 150% bearing down on one's chest. I made a note to go down to the docks and play it there, like UA's Turbo and Villalobos' Achso EP. (One review of the album called it estuarine, which works nearly as well - I kind of love that word, estuarine. XD) Of course, we have had the MOST MISERABLE SUMMER WEATHER EVER, it has rained nearly every day and feels more like September than July, so I haven't had a chance.

Watching YTube videos I find there's a part of me that believes Paul Simonon is concealing a sawed-off tommy gun inside his bass, or possibly a nodachi.


Fantasia starts tomorrow! Reviews and stuff to come.

Comments

[skyecaptain.livejournal.com]

What's weird is that the remix confirms my suspicion that the story happening in the song gets short shrift from the overbearing original arrangement (which I still kinda like in a punched-in-the-face-w/-hook Dragonette sorta way), and yet the vocals don't quite gel for me on top of the gorgeous production -- the slightly sped-up chorus in contrast sounds as "ACK! TOO MUCH!" as Avril's "Girlfriend."

[petronia.livejournal.com]

She's not quite up to the task of selling it - of selling anything for that matter, as far as I've concluded from listening (La Roux is winning dis fite despite grammatical atrocity, which I know for a fact as "In For The Kill" was used to soundtrack a Chanel podcast). I don't hear it as sped-up, though, since I got hold of this version first. :P