Blondie are still the unstoppable dolly-mixture of punk, reggae, pop and soul, and are just as popular today as they were twenty years ago, performing to a sell-out O2 Academy in Newcastle. They showcased material from their new album Panic Of Girls, and whilst the music is just as beguiling and innovative as it was in the band’s hey-day, the notorious Blondie ‘classics’ were the real crowd pleasers, with Hanging On The Telephone, Atomic, Maria and One Way Or Another whipping the Geordie crowd into a frenzy.
Debbie Harry’s distinct and powerful vocals, long blonde locks and envious silhouette made it easy to forget that this beautiful pop star is verging on 65. The audience ranged from teeny boppers to mum-rockers yet the generational gap did not leave out the younger crowd, who were treated to a whirlwind rendition of Taio Cruz’s Break Your Heart.
An hour into the gig the band were banished off stage while sound technicians fixed the faulty equipment. The audience were left wondering, “so, has the gig actually finished?” but the tremendous roaring crowd coaxed them back on stage, injecting the northern throng with another ‘hit’ of Blondie. The sheer enthusiasm on stage almost 3 decades later means the band has truly reached iconic status.
Victoria Hesketh joined the hordes of hippies across the tiny patch of water and on to the Wight Isle. She played a stripped acoustic set; no gadgets or a fancy tenori on. She was exposed to the bare bones of her songwriting; just her and a piano. The sun was shining and the crowd stood underneath a giant oak tree whilst songs such as Earthquake, Remedy and New In Town deliciously swam through their ears.
Hesketh, a mere freckle in the distance, told the crowd of how anxious she was to play what would be her only festival appearance of the year, and whilst it wasn’t particularly what her fans were used to, the lack of fancy electronic instruments on stage didn’t dampen any spirits, and had the relaxed audience on their feet chanting to music from Lumidee with Never Leave You (Uh Oooh, Uh Oooh) and Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill (Here is another version of it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lf8SUA7SDdU)
Victoria looked festival-chic with her new fringe and Princess Leia-like hair, but she wouldn’t be Little Boots if she didn’t fashion a peculiar garment on stage, this time a silver, almost mirror-like, other-worldly top. Hesketh’s set was impressive and showcased her compelling vocal range. Her reflective and utterly absorbing lyrics resulted in her making an H1N1 strain of music. The set apprehended just what an accomplished piano player she is as those little hammers barely got a rest. The Acoustic Stage was in awe, and this lady's next record is eagerly anticipated.
Sunday, 30 May 2010
CAMDEN
I have found the perfect creative escapism in London. You would normally assume 'escape' and 'London' to be an oxymoron, but Camden is the place to get away from the dullness of real life. Even the tops of the buildings are amazing! The Punks were what interested me most; the amazing hair styles, the clothes, the piercings, and of course the MARKET! The Food was totally addictive: £2 for a mound of food from every corner of the world. The canal was beautiful; a ripple of normality in the buzzing pocket of London. ...and check out the seats overlooking the water!
I particularly loved this ethnic stall: The shops were completely original and I'd recommend anyone to go. On a completely different note, I went to Koko and saw Yeasayer, who were shamelessly camp, power-pop and had the young crowd in a frenzy.
Tilly And The Wall Review
Falling Without Knowing
The 5-piece American cup cake twee-pop group Tilly And The Wall are designed as much for the Camden hippies as for the uptight Canary Warf-ers. The lyrics are innocent and sincere; Stuart Murdoch would be well within his rights to sue, yet the heavy synths and uplifting vocals ode more to the pastel shades of a Japanese anime cartoon than the grey skies of Glasgow.
With unusual instrumentation, including Jamie Pressnall tap dancing her way through the percussion section, this feel-good song about falling in love will stick in your head after just one listen; the alternative anthem for autumn.
KYLIE MINOGUE
All The Lovers
They say if you were around the first time a trend was happening, then you’ll be too old to fashion it second time round, but in the case of Kylie, her sound is just as fresh as it was back in the 80s when the synth-family-friendly tunes of Stock/Aitken/Waterman were first produced, with Kylie pioneering the sound of an entire generation.
Twenty years on and Miss Minogue is releasing sleeker beats, intelligent pop music the likes of Little Boots and Lady Hawke try to emulate. This is carefree pop music for the dreamers as well as the dancefloors.
Vanessa Carlton’s ‘Harmonium’ is my lucky gem. I asked for it for Christmas one year, knowing I probably wouldn’t get it; the record was quite obscure. So opening it up on Christmas morning is just one of those moments I’ll never forget.The track ‘Half a week before the winter’ showcases Carlton’s earthy voice; the use of twinkling harps, arpeggiated piano patterns and the delicate oboe along the top all altogether remind me of winter; I’d play that song and look out my bedroom window at the snow settling on the ground; even the grimmest of back lanes can be made beautiful when coated with snow.
I first heard of Belle and Sebastian in school; I was reading a series of books, and the main character used to listen to Belle and Sebastian records, and I thought, ‘that band sounds really kooky’.I bought ‘The Life Pursuit’ having not heard any other stuff. Now I adore the band. It’s not their best album, but it was the first one I bought, and that rush of anticipation still gets me every time I listen to it.
The Kooks’ ‘Inside Out’ is a record bursting with nostalgia. I was in college at the time, my friend Holly and I would listen to this album and joke that we knew it ‘inside-out’, yes, it wasn’t a funny joke, but itmade us laugh. Luke Pritchard’s simple yet edgy voice, along with his intricate guitar picking all help make for a listen which is as raw as a knee scuffed on the first day of school.
How I became The Bomb aren’t well known, I saw them quite randomly in a bar in Huddersfield. When I drove back home for the summer, I played this in the car; there’s something quite exhilarating screaming the words "Fat girls talk about cardio, oh oh oh" at 70mph on the motorway, no seriously, it’s the ideal bitchty-girls therapy session. A good rant record; ‘you think you’re so much better than me’ is another one.
Ever since I was about 14 I was addicted to watching Neighbours. My addiction got so bad I made several 'Best Of' videos where I'd tape an episode and clip the best bits...you get the jist. It was on hereI first was introduced to Delta Goodrem, who played my favourite character, Nina Tucker.
After leaving Neighbours, Goodrem suffered from Hodgkins Lymphoma, and, for one reason or another, I sympathised with her, probably because my health wasn't too well during that period also. Mistaken Identity reflects on the pain and suffering. It is dark, mysterious, and at times so heart-achingly tragic. The lyrics, "I was always walking one step ahead, or so I thought until the monster crawled into my bed" really struck a chord with me. I liked the way Delta personified cancer, she really tried to explain to her fans exactly what that period of her life was like. I could go on for hours about Delta Goodrem, but I'll save it for a rainy day...
I saw Joan As Policewoman at a Guillemot’s gig, and I just couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She played a glittery acoustic violin, and it was there and then I began my on/off lesbian affair with this girl.‘Real Life’ takes several listens to get to grips with, but like the best cream cakes and cherryade, they may give you a long-standing ulcer, but right now it’s exactly what Dr Fiction ordered by the bucket load.
It’s hard to choose a favourite among the High School Musical albums, but I’ve settled on the third one. Oh the decisions in life we have to make!
People can laugh and turn their noses up,but I don’t care, I’m proud of my music tastes; I don’t hide my HSM bedcovers when my boyfriend comes round nor am I ashamed of using my HSM cups, notepads, underwear set, oops... did I just share too much? Anyway, aside from my eternal love for Zac Efron, this is an inspirational and happy-go-lucky album; the one record that you should always be able to rely on to make life taste a little more like sprinkled sugar on top.
Two sisters from Sweden are lost in a forest that is Planet Earth; little pixies who can’t find their way home so sing songs about housewives, animals, baking and love. They sway about on stage with their cherub-like instruments, 70’s middle-partings and perfect harmonies. After only one gig I am already under the spell of First Aid Kit. I thought everyone would fall in love with them but, evidently not: After including them on a party playlist on iTunes, a friend of mine asked to turn the song over - like her music is much better than mine??! It proves that this band of harmonies as lush as warm butter on toasted bread are not everyone's cup of tea. And for once this makes me happy; I'd prefer a handful of people completely appreciating the Scandinavian pair than an army of clueless twits 'lavvvving' them, any day :)
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Dramatic thunder storms,
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