AC/DC, A J Rosales, Black Country New Road, Brijean, Burning For Buddy (Compilation), Lucy Spraggan, The Milk and Honey Band, The Undercover Dream Lovers, Vega
This Week's Music
I have it all for you this week - chilled disco beats, sensitive singer songwriting, hardcore jazz, chart friendly pop, classic hard rock and the absolute mayhem that is the Black Country New Road's debut
As ever this week's playlist can be accessed at https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7cSveL7NpVp1xgrKxPe4av?si=SkFlSnvySeuYFpgG0WJFmA or via the Spotify link on the Home Page. The link to the Youtube playlist is https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLwV-OogHy7Eh_sy55y6i18Qj7w_Z3CQft
In a week when THAT interview took place, this week's category heading are drawn from royalty.
Nothing here this week. It's time to form a line of succession!
Heir To The Throne
Choices : Lucy Spraggan
Disclosure time. I wouldn’t have listened to this without the recommendation to do so from a Pop In the Real World member, and without acknowledging that another member was responsible for helping it into the charts - straight in at No 5.
I wouldn’t have listened to it because of the preconceptions I have about one letter and one word - X Factor. Lucy was a competitor in X Factor 2012. She withdrew, ill, mid way through. I think she had a lucky escape because this album is devoid of the histrionics and over emoting that spoil the latter stages of the competition. It was also the case that before X Factor she was already making a fair stab at a pop career, and it must feel good to break through without the corporate pigeon holing that comes with success through that route
The album is a pleasant surprise. I’d call it entry level pop, by which I mean it’s high quality and radio friendly with good catchy songs. There's enough lived experience there to soften any saccharine moments. She’s more K T Tunstall than any anonymous, synthetic diva. If there’s a criticism it’s that this is occasionally clearly aimed at the American market. The sound, the motel shown on the cover and references to “You’d better get your gun” on ‘Wild’ all point to that. And why not? No one expects performers to close off markets for the sake of sackcloth authenticity, as long as it's not corporate pigeon holing placing a foot in the door.
This is an album of singles waiting to happen. It avoids sounding as if it’s been made to fit generic playlists. The first three tracks ‘Flowers’, ‘Roots’ and ‘Sober’ are all great singles and in ‘Heartbreak Suites’ she’s produced a song that could become the song of the Spring.
This may not be be authentically Derbyshire or authentically American but it is certainly authentically classic pop.
Taster Track : Heartbreak Suites
It's All In Your Head : The Undercover Dream Lovers
This record is for the days that are so bad that as they come to an end you need more than a means to relax and unwind. You crave oblivion. This album delivers. It’s the sound for the moment you can finally drift away, letting go in the day’s struggles.
Let me be clear. That’s no bad thing. This is comfort blanket music. It’s the musical equivalent of a warm bath. On first hearing ‘You Don’t Have To Be Lonely’ I was convinced that they were singing ‘Bath Tub’ in the refrain. It fitted perfectly. The actual words are ‘Wrapped up.’ That’s a pretty good fit too.
The tracks blur and dissolve into one another, so it’s not easy to differentiate between them, but it’s an appealing and even therapeutic effect.
Musically the album is a bit retro. There are definitely disco touches in there and more than a smattering of 70s smooth rock, particularly in the vocals and lyrics. What it lacks is a top gear. It chugs along in third with little sense of urgency. Sometimes that’s exactly what you need.
It’s a record to be taken as a whole so identifying highlights is kind of missing the point. For what it’s worth, ‘A Way Out’, ‘Prisoner of Love’, ‘Tightrope (Climbing To The Top) and ‘Everything’s Confused’ all qualify.
Taster Track : Everything's Confused
Songs From Truleigh Hill : The Milk and Honey Band
Sometimes a band comes across the speakers, fully formed and wondering why you haven't picked up on them before. The Milk and Honey Band have only been around for 25 years or so. It's not as if I'm late to the party or anything like that!
This is proper songwriting - thoughtful, poetic, free of glitches, beats and other studio distractions. Well, you could argue that the squeak of the guitar strings during ‘Change’ is an effect of sorts, but it’s a good one that adds to the tone and atmosphere of the record. This means you focus on the song, and they are songs worth focusing on.
It’s a quiet record for early morning wake ups, but for a big day. There’s a sense of expectation, or preparing yourself for something important, that underpins several of the songs, including ‘Breathe’.
It’s a slow record, one that occasionally suggests that a double espresso might be helpful. Once you adjust to the tempo though, there’s much to reward you. ‘Stillwater’ builds on a platform of rapid, repeated guitar picking. It’s lovely downbeat sound with sombre piano to the fore. The vocals are smooth and comforting, reassuringly controlled. ‘Breathe’ speeds up suddenly mid way through, and clicking hand claps kick in. It’s a reminder that there’s life in these songs for all their chilled and subdued air. ‘Roses’ in fact becomes quietly epic by its conclusion.
I enjoyed this as a record to savour. It’s musical Pilates where small movements and variations can have a big impact.
Taster Track : Breathe
Manifestations : A J Rosales
A J Rosales’ album is a well made, nicely constructed and arranged collection of songs. That’s fitting, as his day job is an architect!
You can see his architect’s brain at work across the album. Take ‘Solero’. It’s a lego set of a tune with solid foundations providing a base for more creative flourishes. It’s based around a persistent and propulsive strum over which more melodic touches are laid. As architecture goes the songs are a well made tower block rather than, say the Pompidou Centre (below) but there is an appeal and beauty in both.
The songs and tunes - there are four instrumentals here - are primarily acoustic.
Again, like a good architect, he’s playing with ideas. ‘Anthym’ is 39 second version of the Star Spangled Banner. He plays with words too. ‘Disengage’ punches home the title and sets a rhythm that anchors the song, allowing more free association lyrics to to tumble around it. There’s more at work here than found in your basic singer songwriter guitarist. ‘On The Cusp’ fleshes out the basics with cello, synth and strings. Care is taken with the arrangements and it’s the finishing touches that elevate the songs and allow them to linger. It helps too that his vocals are sincere and unforced. He sounds like a natural singer and ‘Heaven’ showcases this well.
I’ve seen reviews that liken him to Pete Townshend. I can see that if the parallel is with Townshend’s solo work. There are similarities in his phrasing of both the music and the lyrics. He’s not The Who though. I can also see similarities with Radiohead’s basic songwriting. ‘Peak Nothing’ sounds like a Radiohead demo before it’s overwhelmed by effects and distortions.
All told, this is a strong, worthwhile addition to the singer songwriter canon.
Taster Track : Peak Nothing
Power Up : AC/DC
Back in 1979, in the limbo period between finishing A Levels and heading for university, I listened to three albums a lot. The first was Nick Lowe’s ‘Labour of Lust’, quickly followed by Dave Edmunds’ ‘Repeat When Necessary. The third album was AC/DC’s ‘Highway To Hell’.
To commemorate my A Level results I went to see The Who headlining Wembley Stadium with a friend. I knew I’d love The Who. At the other end of the bill was Nils Lofgren who rather passed me by, although I’m more of a fan now. He did a very neat standing back flip. I’d expected to enjoy The Stranglers more than I did as they were the chart singles band on the bill. With hindsight, the reason for that was because they had the misfortune to follow AC/DC, who simply blew them off stage.
At that time, AC/DC were just what I needed. Loud and confident where I was apprehensive and tentative, they were perfect for boosting the adrenaline levels I needed to act. It felt as if I had enough subtlety and complexity in my teenage life at that time, so their simple clear certainty in musical form was exactly what I needed. They’ve always had a comic book backstory. The schoolboy image and antics on stage, the death of Bon Scott, their implosion as a band in 2016 and their miraculous resurrection from the rubble of that last year. They’re one of the few bands that are shorthand for a musical style.
Why am I sharing this? It’s because sometimes you have a connection with bands that goes way beyond their musical qualities, and renders objective consideration of albums difficult. Don’t get me wrong. ‘Highway To Hell’ is a great album, dodgy, menacing sexism that makes it a more uncomfortable listen nowadays notwithstanding. The earlier ‘Let There Be Rock’ is one of the all time Top 10, no Top 5, rock and roll songs.
All of that brings me, finally, to ‘Power Up’. It’s pure, unadulterated AC/DC. Every song sounds as if it should be coming to you as a live onslaught, not filtered and softened through headphones and speakers. It can’t be faulted on its terms. It operates in a sphere and time of its own making. The riffs roll as large as ever. The drums are beaten to within an inch of their lives. Brian Johnson shrieks and growls like a dog caught up in a cat fight.
This is the AC/DC sound, even though it lacks the thrilling magic of their classic period. They haven’t changed, so it must be me.