I’m spending a lot of time lately listening to Fuckbuttons (myspace, media heavy, duh), a duo from dahn sahf bringing a kind of harmonic tribal white noise to my ears; it’s hard to describe beyond “ambient electronica” which frankly fails to capture it; if you’ve got a better description then feel free to tell it to your own backside. The best suggestion I can give is to head over to their Myspace page and listen to Sweet Love for Planet Earth. Go on; fuck off, you’ve got my permission. Then come back.
It’s nice to see Late of the Pier (myspace, website) getting some mainstream recognition lately. I’m not actually much of a music wanker (my reasons for being a bit of a wanker are completely distinct) but it’s gratifying to see a band that I’ve already discovered, listened to and grown bored of gracing the cover of the NME under the title “next big thing”. To be honest, I’ve had trouble getting into anything of theirs as much as Bears Are Coming, which sounds like an epileptic in a pan shop with a keyboard. I also think it’s going to be my new favourite thing to scream while running naked through the local park.
Furthermore, Deadmau5 (website, media heavy). The guy’s clearly a fantastic house musician with an awesome helmet and solid geek credentials. Why haven’t I heard of him before this week? I was against Dave Pierce’s insurgence on BBC 6 Music, but maybe it’s what I need if I’m going to hear Sometimes Things Get… Yeah for the first time when I’m shopping in a music store. Last week I asked the cashier who was on the stereo and it was Soulwax. And I didn’t know it. I live in Manchester, she gave me a look as if she was expecting me to commit seppuku.
For the unaware, Manchester’s vibrant, youthful, progressive image can basically be interpreted as follows; at any point in Britain, you are, allegedly, at most five feet from a rat. Rats in Manchester complain that they’re being swamped by fourteen year old Amy Winehouse dressalikes, swarming around the shopping centres and showing off the latest fashions. The kids, not the rats. As far as I can tell the latest fashions – for the image conscious reader – all involve a charity shop and a random number generator.
Get me out of here.