Down the Tracks: The Music That Influenced Led Zeppelin (Eagle Media)

Yes, it’s a little bit of a gimmick but I guess if using the name of Led Zeppelin brings a few rock fans into getting this well-crafted documentary of the original blues legends, then more power to the folks behind this!

Of course, it’s not all about the blues but a good 80% of this DVD is dedicated to the likes of Charley Patton, Son House, Robert Johnson, Bukka White, Muddy Waters and Howling Wolf. Very educational as music journalists and historians talk about the genesis of the blues and the legacy of these bluesmen. Significantly for modern rock, Waters and Wolf were highly influential in presenting the blues in what we now know as the rock band format. 

The tail end of the documentary highlights the influence of rock ‘n’ roll (Elvis Presley), skiffle (Lonnie Donegan), acoustic folk (Bert Jansch/John Renbourn/Davey Graham) and literature (Tolkien) on the work of Led Zeppelin. 

Interesting on its own terms but if you’re expecting to hear Led Zep music, look elsewhere.


FAREWELL Sound. Color. Motion (Self released)

Pennsylvania’s Farewell Flight are no strangers to hard work. The band have been touring none stop since lead singer and main songwriter Luke Foley decided to set up the band in it’s current incarnation and head out on the road almost two years ago. Drawing comparisons with Death Cab for Cutie, Nada Surf and Jimmy Eat World’s softer moments, Farewell Flight released their full length album this year, Sound.Color.Motion. A mixture of three EPs hence the name. 

One talking point that always arises when this band are mention is their religious background and Christian beliefs. Farewell Flight are at pains to point out that they are in no way connected with the Christian music scene and strongly wish not to be lumped into this pigeon hole, as strongly as they believe in their faith. Farewell Flight are not a band singing about Jesus or putting any of their ideology into their music, this is not a band aiming to preach or convert and certainly not trying to spread the word of the Lord. Luke Foley has said himself that they do not wish to use their religious beliefs as a way of selling music and if not for the fact that this issue has followed the band you wouldn’t even be aware that they are Christians. Sound.Color.Motion deals with topics on a more human level and not religious one, and their music is more beautiful for it. 

The opening track on Sound.Color.Motion, Lullaby for Insomniacs, gently draws you into Farewell Flight’s world; the song is so openly touching and peaceful yet deals with the depths of despair and alcoholism. A voice in the dark, Foley’s delivery is almost soaked in whiskey as he calls to the lonely and sings for the lost. Foley’s lyrics connect strongly with the listener, you have a feeling that he has been to these depths and is not sure what the answer is himself. 

Foley’s voice is harrowing and touching at the same time and is definitely the strongest vehicle at the front of Farewell Flight’s convoy. His melodies both lift and break you and there is a rawness to it that truly aches with his music. Accompanied by the guitar work of Timmy Moslener and complimented by the piano, Farewell Flight has a strong ear for melody and warmth which is evident on Widower where Foley sings ‘Turning thirty five, I still sleep alone at night’. Far from being uplifting and praising this beautiful world, Foley sees all of its faults and tragedy. 

Usually bands like this do not do much for me, I find that they lack energy and don’t wander too far from the beaten track in their compositions. It is true that Sound.Color.Motion does lull in the middle and sometimes feels like it is dragging its feet, but it cannot be denied that they offer something more than the Coldplays and Snow Patrols of this world. The drumming in particular injects a great deal of energy to the album, evident on Slow with the marching band beat and thunderous ending to the best song on the album Over.

The touring ethic has certainly paid off judging by Sound.Color.Motion, and Farewell Flight definitely deserves it.

(Adam Gregory)

Check out Farewell Flight’s Myspace page.


TAB THE BAND Long Weekend (North Street)

It must be my time for bad band names lately, firstly I had Paper Round Kid, not the most amazing moniker in the world….then I got Boo and Boo Too….enough said! So when TAB the Band dropped in my ‘to do’ pile I rolled my eyes to the heavens and asked out loud ‘are musicians even trying anymore????’. You see TAB the Band consist of Tony Perry, Adrian Perry and Ben Tileston….get it? TAB! Ingenious! It honestly sounds like something a bunch of 10 year olds would come up with when deciding what to call themselves! It is hardly inventive. 

However you see with TAB the Band I think I may have stumbled upon the reason why they have such a bad band name. Firstly you will notice both Tony and Adrian share the same surname, a surname that adores the halls of Rock Stardom and beats success beyond that of imagination…yes it would be the surname of Joe Perry, lead guitar player and one half of the toxic twins of Aerosmith. ‘Surely they are not his sons???’ I hear you say….well yes they surely are. This to me explains why the name is so bad, both Tony and Adrian knew from the moment this band formed they would be forever known as ‘Joe’s boys plus some drummer dude’ so why bother putting in much effort on a name when that will follow you around for life?

Long Weekend, TAB’s second full length album, is a slab of retro rock, bluesy twang and adrenaline filled swagger that hits you at two hundred miles an hour and doesn’t let you catch your breath. The album is literally over swiftly after it has started. Opening track Backseat Lover bears the inescapable hallmark of Daddy’s early work in Aerosmith but with TAB’s own take on it. It is almost as if everything in music from the late seventies onwards didn’t happen for TAB and they are completely unapologetic about this. 

Looking Pretty, Pretty does give a slight nod in the direction of Queens of the Stone Age but then Where She Was On Monday plants TAB’s feet firmly back in the past of the Rolling Stones. TAB are straight forward and to the point, they are a power trio with gritty guitars, thunderous bass lines and hammering drum beats layered in blues and part country with the sliding guitar on ‘Apple of an Eye’. They are no strangers to sing along choruses either with ‘My Baby is Fine’ which hooks you straight away and almost makes you stomp your feet and rowdily sing along.  

TAB the Band like their music straight forward, no nonsense and most of all they like it dirty and full of rock. They have a huge shadow to step out of but you get the feeling that they have no concerns about doing this because they are having too much fun to care. There is no doubt that although what they are doing is not revolutionary, it is exactly what they want to be doing and that is all that matters to them, with or without Dad’s name. 

(Adam Gregory)

Check out TAB the Band’s Myspace page.


THE GREAT SPY EXPERIMENT Flower Show Riots (Riot!, 2007)

You could say that I know most of these songs inside out, having heard GSE (viz. Fandy Razak, Khairyl Hashim, Magdalene Han, Saiful Idris and Song) perform on a number of occasions but hearing these polished recordings is something else altogether.

The crisp production and mastering (by Howie Weinberg no less) enhance the bright sheen of the songs, in terms of the ability to move your feet, touch your heart and feed your soul. I mean, Flower Show Riots sounds really good and stands up easily to any modern rock LP you may care to point out on the Billboard Album Charts. Not a claim one can honestly make in normal circumstances with reference to a Singapore band but I believe that there’s no exaggeration to declare Flower Show Riots a minor tour de force.

With a keen sense of what modern rock is groovin’ to in 2007 (with the obvious lookback to British post-punk) and a nod to the still-vibrant classic rock influences, the sharp, kinetic and ambitious guitar rock on display here is commercially accessible and artistically engaging to any rock fan anywhere in the whole wide world.

Check out the Great Spy Experiment’s Myspace page.



Recent singer-songwriter-centric music tends to be decidedly folkie but some of us do remember a time when pop-rock artists like Randy Newman, Billy Joel and Elvis Costello would combine literate messages with well-worked music.

O’Neil belongs somewhat to the old school and on this EP taster (before the release of her third full length – Underground – in 2009), O’Neil fully confirms her talent at fashioning smart pop songs from the foundation of thoughtful lyrics.

The opening Green Street combines major seventh chords patterns with a treatise on navigating NYC. Add a imminently singable chorus and the effect is complete. This search for direction continues somewhat with jazzy acoustic guitar and a plaintive cry from O’Neil – “I’ve lost the map that takes me home”.

The angry Nothing I Say Or Do finds O’Neil confronting a loved one about a bad attitude, set to the soundtrack of minor-key folk, “everything I try is always wrong” she laments. The mood actually gets dimmer with the melancholy Trouble. Framed around an inventive vocal arrangement, O’Neil circles her guilt and regret (“even I knew – trouble”) on herself.

Well, O’Neil has described the concepts behind these songs as “a bit about the darker side of NYC downtown life” so I guess the downer tone should not be a surprise.

The EP closes with two covers – the wistful Without You (Randy Newman) and the disorienting, resigned, ironic Happy (written by Jill Sobule and Adam Schlesinger).

Not the home run, fans may have been expecting but think of it as an intriguing preview before the main event of Underground next February.

Check out Marykate O’Neil’s Myspace page.


COOL HAND LUKE The Sleeping House(Lujo)

Christian rock music is a curious thing. On the one hand, you have Christians who shudder at the slightest hint of an electric guitar, who still brandish about fiercely old burnt Beatles records and who insist that rock and roll is the work of the devil. On the other hand, you have Christians of postmodern design and thinking who insist that rock music is the church’s way of remaining relevant and contemporary to modern day pop culture. Regardless of where you stand on this issue, the undeniable fact is that for some time now, Christian rock bands have been slowly edging their way into the mainstream, and no other record illustrates this point better than rock band Cool Hand Luke with their fifth album, The Sleeping House.

Following in the footsteps of radio-friendly Christian bands such as Switchfoot, Relient K and The Fray, Cool Hand Luke present an album that is by turns, liquid and expansive in sound with broad strokes of cinematic color, with an edgy darkness though that sets this album apart from previous efforts. Lyrically, Mark Nicks explores themes of faith, hope and sacrifice, all Christian standards, but with a raw edge born out of a palpable desperation that could be interpreted either as the fervor of faith or the confession of doubt.

The Sleeping House starts off with the liquid minute-and-a-half introduction entitled Fast Asleep, with lovely lush melting soundscapes that is reminiscent of U2 during their experimental 90s, though without the electronica infatuation. It’s a indicator to the strength of the sonic identity of the album that when the second track, Cast Your Bread started, I was blithely oblivious, still thinking that it was a very long first track I was listening to. 

Cast Your Bread itself is a riddle of piano hooks and compelling vocals. Different elements work together to frame the central question of the lyrics and album, a paradoxical refrain drawn from biblical language used to demonstrate the principle of sacrifice and divine reward. The excellent track is followed by a driving mid-tempo rocker in the form of Failing In Love, as well as the thought-provoking Buy The Truth, which, though it covers no new ground with its message of spirituality over materialism, is worth the price of admission just for the piano melodies and cleverly crafted lyrics. 

This being Cool Hand Luke’s first release to the general secular public, it’s a bold move by the band, then, not to downplay the complexity of their lyrics. Instead, Mark Nicks openly discusses themes that might be alien to modern radio. Eye Of The Storm, for example, stands as a quietly defiant track to the conventional wisdom of blaming God for sorrow and suffering.  Built upon flowing piano hooks, it weaves its way through the various stages of loss before defiantly choosing to believe even in the face of tremendous sorrow. Incomprehensible Sleep is a compelling, reverberating track set in the mind of Jesus Christ, giving a nakedly personal and relatable perspective to the central figure of the album. “Don’t listen to the silence,” sings Nicks, before going on to plead, “Don’t you know that I will never lead you astray?” It makes for an interesting companion piece to U2’s 1991 Achtung Baby track, Until The End Of The World, which was set as a conversation between Judas Iscariot and Jesus Christ.

If there’s a downside to the artful manner in which Cool Hand Luke have gone about constructing their fifth studio LP, it’s that the whole is so much more than the sum of its parts. The Sleeping House stands as a liquid, organic collection; themes and lyrics echo and flow into each other in a way that demands for one to take the album as a whole to be able to fully appreciate the lyrical ideas sketched out in this album. Though the album is reminiscent strongly of radio favorites U2, Radiohead and Coldplay, The Sleeping House lacks the pop discipline to truly craft a single that stands as a compelling song of its own, and that is probably Cool Hand Luke’s single failure here. Still, they have managed to create a piece of music that brims with thought-provoking lyricism and edgy instrumentation, and for that they should be applauded.

(Samuel C Wee)


LOVERS IN A DANGEROUS TIME (from Bruce Cockburn’s 1984 Stealing Fire album)

Criminally unknown outside his native Canada, Bruce Cockburn possesses one of the finest discographies out there in rock history. 1984’s Stealing Fire may just be his crowning achievement and this song stands out as the best of a sublime bunch. Our good friends U2 even lifted an entire line for God Part II – “got to kick at the darkness till it bleeds daylight”. These lyrics still resonate today… Sheer genius!


HAPPY AS CAN BE (off Cut Off Your Hand’s EP of the same name)

Visa reviewed this a couple of days ago and I’m really digging its retro new wavy style. Robert Smith and the Cure’s inspiration features heavily of course but I like the whole package. COYH is based in New Zealand, which basically means that they’re pretty close enough for an astute promotor to bring down to our neck of the woods for a couple of days…


Latest news from Greenhorn Productions – 

Please note that tickets will be available for PRIORITY BOOKING on 11 November 2008 from SISTIC. Fans of Greenhorn Productions Facebook Page will receive a password to be eligible for priority booking by the end of next week. The same password will also entitle you to a 10% discount on all ticket price categories.

General Public sales will commence on 12 November 2008.

Stars will be playing at the Esplanade Concert Hall on January 7th, 2009.

The band may be best known for its high energy songs but there is also a softer side to Stars. One of the tracks they still play live from their debut album – Nightsongs – is this sweet little number called Tonight. Check out the cute fan video below.



VAL EMMICH Little Daggers (bluhammock)

A friend of mine once remarked to me that real reviewers never give only good reviews. If that’s the case, I’m afraid that actor/musician Val Emmich, currently appearing on Ugly Betty, is not helping my credibility any, as I’m absolutely besotted with his latest album, Little Daggers. 

The album title refers to the way Emmich has crafted his songs: first as alluring nuggets of melodic and colorful pop that inexorably draw one in close, then as deep and introspective daggers of lyrical sophistication. Departing from his previous moodier, emotive sound, Emmich produces an album of upbeat, jaunty pop that incorporates elements of folk, country, reggae and rock. Subtle sonic details and nifty hooks such as handclaps, whistles, doo-wop harmonies make the album a delight to run through, even as the bittersweet melancholy of Emmich’s lyrics take root in your mind.

One gets the feeling that this is an album made by a man at the peak of his musical creativity. Despite his vast musical vocabulary, however, Emmich opts to infuse the album with subtle sophistication instead of grandiloquent overindulgence, highlighting rather than over-whelming the gorgeous melodies on display. It’s a decision that pays off with a wonderfully full-bodied album that works on whichever level you want to take it to.

First track on the album, The Lucky Ones, is headboppingly catchy with an infectious vocal hook and peppy cynicism topped off by a chorus as sticky as any radio single you’ll hear this year. Get On With It is just as stickily catchy and is probably the best track on the album, with an exploding chorus, thumping drums and lyrics that make me jealous in my capacity as a lyricist (the album title takes its name from the last verse in this song, by the way). Got A Habit Now is a lyrical confessional about alcoholism and is probably the rawest track on the album, with it’s no-holds-barred approach that, in Emmich’s own words, “lays it out on the table”. Other choice picks on the album include Wake Up Brand New and We Still Bleed, the former an edgy rollicking piece that is sure to be an awesome live performer and the latter a enthusiastic, upbeat Americana track with some sweet touches towards the end, like the lovely bit of whistling that makes one sit up and go, “Where did that come from?” 

It’s an album bittersweet in its marriage of beautiful melodies and somber lyrics, and its all the much better for it. Like a deep, satisfying hit of dark chocolate, Little Daggers will stay with you long after its finished playing, and is likely to be one of those albums that will soundtrack your life at some time. Buy this gem, because it’s a guaranteed keeper. 

(Samuel C Wee)

Check out Val Emmich’s Myspace page.


BOO AND BOO TOO No Tempo (Iron Paw)

Hailing from Lawrence, Kansas in the States, Boo and Boo Too (I know, terrible name) have a chaotic, piercing, shredding and wire strained mess of a sound that takes heavy influence from such bands as Sonic Youth and The Breeders with a good slab of melody to boot! Their debut album, No Tempo, brings to mind a night out where you crash into bed as the sun rises the next morning, not quite sure of whom you are and where you have been.

The album opens with a drunken slur of a song called I Know Nothing’s Alright and this pretty much sets the tone of what you are in for. The guitars crash together in an almost Blues thunderstorm and this has to be Boo’s biggest asset as a band. The sheer manic crescendo of sound that is being pushed and pulled between the different instruments in the line up is both beautiful and frightening at the same time. The singer slurs his words and utters almost incoherent lyrics as the pace of the song increases and descends into a storm of melody. Boo and Boo Too do this well, out of the mess often come pure gems that would not be out of place in many of today’s over hyped and processed poster boy pop/rock band’s songs, but this band are the furthest from that that you can possibly get. I’ll Be Your Whore and White Light, Dark Sheets are fine examples of this.

However it is not all perfect. Too often while listening to No Tempo I found my mind wandering away from the album purely because it became too predictable. Many of the songs start off slowly before speeding up into mass orchestras of distortion that work well, but once or twice is enough. Obviously and No Tempo, the title song of the album, are both guilty of this but it is a pattern repeated on many of the songs. It could be argued that Boo and Boo Too are simply making noise for the sake of making noise. I would say that listening to their work you can hear this is not true, but they do need to break out from a pattern they have set themselves in once in a while. This happens in ‘Black Buggy’, but not often enough.

If I could give one piece of advice with this album it would be to skip right to the end before listening through from the beginning. It is here that Alleys in Whitechapel can be found and this to me is everything that Boo and Boo Too can be. The song is full of just enough cohesion but still falling over the edge and the singer surpasses himself here. His voice appears clear and somber for once with a slight lace of alcohol, letting go at the end of the song to push out a gravel strain scream that is perfection. 

(Adam Gregory)

Check out Boo and Boo Too’s Myspace page.


Saiful/The Great Spy Experiment. Pix by Thomas Tan.

Saiful/The Great Spy Experiment. Pix by Thomas Tan.

WEEKEND TRIP: STAND UP FOR POVERTY Saturday, 18th October 2008, Youth Park

After an afternoon that threatened to rain completely out, the clear skies appeared just in time for October’s Weekend Trip. I arrived midway through Juxtapose’s set and whilst the quartet was commendably tight, the fact that they were playing jazz-funk (or funk-jazz), possibly the most risible music genre of all time, left me seriously underwhelmed. It didn’t help that the stage sound was so piercingly loud that it actually became painful to listen to the music. 


Bani Hidir/Page. Pix by Thomas Tan.
Bani Hidir/Page. Pix by Thomas Tan.

Which probably made an impact with the kind of approach Page had elected to adopt. Powerpop! Yes, folks, we finally have our very own true blue, bona fide POWERPOP band! Thank you, Page for making this powerpop junkie so happy. With crunching guitars firmly in hand and candy-flossed tunes coming of every pore, Page pummeled all and sundry into submission with its flighty originals and authentic Foo Fighters covers. Left a smile on this man’s face in any case.


Jack Ho. Pix by Thomas Tan.
Jack Ho. Pix by Thomas Tan.

Jack and Rai are seasoned veterans by now and they whiz through a short set with a mixture of songs off their In Stores Now album (Fa-La-La Song & Fiona the highlights, of course) and choice covers (a John Mayer piece had particularly interesting guitar work from the duo) to entertain the sparse crowd. Always guaranteed a good performance from the boys, even though they just got off five sets in Sentosa. The hardest working men in S-ROCK? No contest.


Esmond & Daren/Vertical Rush. Pix by Thomas Tan.
Esmond & Daren/Vertical Rush. Pix by Thomas Tan.

I took off to get a drink when Jack and Rai finished up and decided to watch Vertical Rush from the wings somewhat. The boys were mainly showcasing tracks from their new album – Of Real Dreams – and it was obvious that they were working their asses off to connect with the crowd with the band’s own take on current emo trends. Angels was the standout track but I’m not sure how well the meticulously-arranged sophistication of the new material went down. The hearts were definitely in the right places though.


Song/The Great Spy Experiment. Pix by Thomas Tan.
Song/The Great Spy Experiment. Pix by Thomas Tan.

All through the evening, there was a strange gap in front of the stage where you’d expect an audience. But the hole was considerably filled when the Great Spy Experiment took to the stage. Now, regular PoP visitors will know how much I love GSE but let’s just say that I’ve seen better from the quintet. The sound totally let them down and for some reason, the songs were played at hyper-speed! It didn’t matter to the crowd as they totally lapped it up – jumping, dancing and singing along – quite a contrast with the response to the earlier bands. Highlights for me were Late Night Request, Wasted (a new song dedicated to a lost friend), a frenetic Siti in the City (which benefitted from the pumping adrenaline) and everyone’s favourite, Class ‘A’ Love Affair. 

As usual, the grand S-ROCK people made it all that much more fun and exciting (and warm, too) viz. Fir, Thomas, Haykal, Dex, Visa, Sherwin, Poh Choo, Aaron, Charlotte and Rachael.

… and there’s more …


Duran Duran – Classic Albums: Rio (Eagle Vision)

Guilty confession. I must admit that I was slightly taken aback when I read the email promoting the release of this DVD. Since when was Rio considered a classic album? I mean, seriously! So that piqued my curiosity to get a hold of this review copy.

After watching the DVD, it appears to me that the real significance of Rio was more as a fashion statement – the return of glam rock and the rise of the new romantic movement (e.g. Visage, Spandau Ballet, Kajagoogoo) than a musical one. The other significance of course was that the rise of Duran Duran and the popularity of Rio coincided with the advent of Music Television i.e. MTV.

In the truly depressed Britain of the early 80s – Thatcherism, unemployment and not to mention the Falklands War – the sound and vision of Duran Duran (which really updated Bowie and Roxy Music) was a breath of fresh air and the British kids embraced the band completely. 

I enjoyed the outline of the band’s history as well as snippets of songs from the debut album (especially Planet Earth and Girls on Film), which I consider vastly superior to the overrated Rio.

However, to be fair, especially to Nick Rhodes and John Taylor, it is clear now that Duran Duran was influential in properly melding dance (alright, disco) beats with bright guitar pop and certainly influential on subsequent successful acts like the Killers. Although, I cannot help but snigger when I hear the band members waxing lyrical about their place in rock history. 

So, unless you’re a rabid fan or a Classic Albums completist, I would suggest you skip this one and try to locate the Who’s Next DVD. I still am.


THE SMITH BROS. Restless (Self released)

Power pop can go a few ways. From the sophisticated multi-layered works that the likes of Jellyfish excel in or the adrenalized crunching melodic rockers that the Foo FIghters seem to spit out for fun. Somewhere in between, we have the earnest & sincere folk-pop-rock that seems to have locked in the Beatles in their jangle phase circa Rubber Soul.

Of course, entire careers have been based simply on this – Teenage Fanclub comes quickly to mind – and this is the chosen mode of expression of The Smith Bros. Consisting of Mike Clark (Bass & Vocals), Pat Dollenmayer (Guitar & Vocals), Kris Philips (Drums) & Brian Pack (Guitar), the Smith Bros. dive in, fully-committed to their singular powerpop vision.

Which, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, makes this album something of an acquired taste. Personally, I have no objection to 14 tracks sounding similar in style and approach but the songs would then have to really possess strong and memorable melodic and instrumental hooks. 

Unfortunately, this is not a quality that comes immediately to the fore on Restless. Instead, what we are left with, is an album that is clear in delivering a set of ascertained expectations (i.e. TFC-derived material) and if that’s all you’re looking for, then Restless will certainly fulfill such requirements. With heart as well.


THE NEW UP Broken Machine (Self-released)

I guess the New Up fancy themselves as new wave revivalists. And in most ways, they would be absolutely right. After all, the melding of crunching guitars and bleeping synthesizers was a product of the early 80s. The press release even talks up singer ES Pitcher’s ‘uncanny’ resemblance to Siouxie Sioux and Chrissie Hynde. 

Well and good. Whilst as trippy psych-rockers go, the New Up do the job in getting the fundamentals right. What I do appreciate and admire is the band’s ability to mix the harsh with the sweet, the soft with the hard without forgetting how to squeeze in the odd memorable tune to keep things appealing for melody junkies like me. In that respect (and only that), there are faint echoes of Grandaddy on this EP.

For that reason, tracks like the driving major seventh Ginger Tea and the sophisticated raving Libations strike me as the perfect direction for the band to pursue. Till then, this 5 track EP will do.



20 years old.

I pop into a cinema (can’t remember which) with my girlfriend to watch this strange movie called Urgh! A Music War.

What’s it about? Non-stop concert footage of bands I mostly never heard of. My main intention is to catch the Police who are “headlining” the film. 

What I get is an unforgettable introduction to the likes of OMD, Echo & the Bunnymen, XTC, the Go-Gos, Gang of Four, Joan Jett, Devo, X, Magazine and Gary Numan. 

Basically, a hot selection of post-punk bands on both sides of the Atlantic. 

Really for me, the highlight was Gary Numan’s rendition of Down in the Park, sitting in a moving (sofa?) chair as he sang, appearing very Dickian and Bowiesque, I fell in love with Numan and I would leave the cinema to pick up every Numan/Tubeway Army record I could find. (More of Numan in another post!)

I still haven’t come across a DVD of this life-changing movie but this clip of Down in the Park will do for now…legendary…


The Night Starts Here has been the opening song for Stars’ recent shows and I presume will be the first track we will hear in January next year when the Canadian indie band graces our shores.

Directed by Jonathan Vardi, this rather racy video of the song off the band’s latest album – In Our Bedroom After War – may not be for all tastes but I wager the track is…

“Forget your name, forget your fear…”

…still there’s more…


THE BREAK AND REPAIR METHOD Milk the Bee (bluhammock)

The Break and Repair Method’s Milk The Bee opens with the upbeat, cheery This City (is bound do us in), where Paul Doucette’s vocals are very honest and heartfelt- he manages to go from hopeful and optimistic to shattered and distraught while retaining a strong intensity. Who’d have guessed he was Matchbox Twenty’s drummer?

The piano/keys are a prominent feature throughout the album, and they add a touch of child-like simplicity and innocence. The instrument serves as the starting point for those songs, which make them interesting and rather different for someone who’s used to guitar-driven work. 

I love that every song seems to tell a different story, from a different place. It feels like Paul is sharing a journey with you, filled with highs and lows. There is joy, wonderment, heartbreak, disappointment, strength and lots of passion. Also great grooves on songs like I’m At A Low, and a slightly haunting atmosphere in songs like Calling All Electrical Print make for an intriguing collection.

Milk The Bee closes with The Most Somebody Can Know, a slow but beautifully intense song that one could imagine was written about an elderly couple looking back on their life and relationship.

There’s loads of intensity on this album, and it’s always different and refreshing while retaining a fundamental pop sound. I really enjoyed it, and will be listening to it for a long time to come.


Check out the Break and Repair Method’s Myspace page.


THE ORGAN – Don’t Be Angry (off the album, Thieves)

Rustic folk is making big waves as cutting edge, artistic modern rock music. Looking at Vancouver-based quintet, The Organ, one would be taken aback by the melancholy music they create together. Don’t Be Angry is a good example, sounding like a relic from a different age. With echoes of The Decemberists, Don’t Be Angry is a good introduction to the ambitious sounds of The Organ.

Download: Don’t Be Angry.

Courtesy of RCRD LBL.


I’m a very loud, extroverted person who enjoys good company, conversation and style. I’m full of energy, love to face life head-on, and believe that rules are guidelines meant to be challenged. While I’m a big-picture person, I also tend to be sensitive to how small things make a big difference- be it in art, music, or life itself.

To me, music is about expression. It’s created by the artist to be experienced by the listener- be it on record, or live performance. A successful musician, to me, is able to effectively connect with his audience. As a musician and songwriter, it is my ultimate aim to share with you how I feel, and have you take something away from it. As a music lover, I enjoy experiencing this from other musicians as well, whether they are touring professionals or weekend warriors.

So why do we do it? Why do musicians write, play, perform and share music? Why do ordinary people pay money to listen to records or go to shows? I believe it is because that at the end of the day, no matter how mundane and meaningless life seems to get, music allows us to share something special with other people. It reminds us that deep down, we’re all the same, and that it is a privilege to be alive.

Visa also plays bass and sings in a power trio called Armchair Critic. Check out their Myspace page.



HOSPITAL SHIPS Oh, Ramona (Graveface)

To be completely honest, I’m not too familiar with the work of Jordan Geiger with his other bands, Minus Story and Shearwater. But that’s alright, because after having gone through his debut album as a one man band under the name of Hospital Ships, I’m his latest fan. 

An intimate, deeply personal and confessional record, one gets the impression that the album was born when Mr. Geiger sat down one day at his table, took a look at his diary and went, “Hey, let’s turn this into an album!” The result is an LP that is by turns deftly ingenious as well as starkly revealing.

Album opener, Bitter Radio Single, is a short but captivating two-minute piece of sonic candy that gradually builds up and bursts into life towards the end. Fourth track on the album, The Shots I Drank, is a dreamy tune that sounds like it could belong on Pet Sounds, if not for the bittersweet melancholy that underscores the dreamy drunken saccharine quality of the melody. 

Indeed, most of the songs here sound like they‘d be more comfortable existing on dusty vinyl instead of digital, with a wonderful stripped down and sparse bedroom feel that could have come right from the 50s or 60s, and a fragile sensitivity evoking memories of a time more innocent and pure. It’s rather fitting then that most tracks on the album run under three minutes, such as the excellent Girls, a simple two-minute monologue about lost adolescent love set amidst lush acoustic sensibilities.

Title track, Oh Ramona, is a heartbreakingly simple love song, with a nakedness so intensely private one feels slightly voyeuristic for intruding. Your Heart is one and a half minutes of a song heard over an old radio, weaving in and out of your consciousness like a half-forgotten favorite tune, while the longest track on the album, I Want It To Get Out, is about as clever as Geiger gets on this record with the production.

Most tracks here never make it past mid-tempo, but that’s alright. These is no blazing stadium-rock epic, but instead an album to be slowly savored. A soft, quiet, and private affair, Oh! Ramona was made for those rainy days when all you want to do is curl up in an old cozy recliner with a cup of hot chocolate, close your eyes, and reminisce about an old lingering love. Listen to Geiger’s voice cooing in your living room. He just might be singing about you. 

(Samuel C Wee)


THE HUNDRED IN THE HANDS Dressed in Dresden/Undressed in Dresden single (Gigantic Music/Tangled Up)

In my humble estimation, there are two major trends going on in modern pop-rock right now viz. alt-country and synth-pop. The Hundred in the Hands consist of ex-Boggs Jason Friedman and Eleanore Everdell and the electronic duo has released its debut single as a free download.

The ‘A’ side (such as it is) is a kooky reggae-fied piece of choppy guitars and atmospheric keyboards with Everdell’s plaintive vocals playing counterpoint. The ‘B’ side is a dubbed-up version, with backward sound effects, restless horns, punchy percussion and throbbing bassline making for an intriguing mix. 

Whilst the melody quotient isn’t much to write about, its the overall cool vibe that thoroughly works for me. So pick up this excellent piece of ear candy while you can.

Download: Dressed in Dresden/Undressed in Dresden

Watch: Videos of Dressed in Dresden/Undressed in Dresden


THE DEAD TREES King of Rosa (Milan)

This took me by surprise! I mean, to experience a melange of power pop and alt-country as potent as that found on this wonderful debut from Portland’s Dead Trees is a pleasant shock. Add a smidgeon of Britpop cool into the mix and the result is almost pop majesty.

Genre-bending? Check! Eclectic? Check! Cross-hatching? Check!

I must say that King of Rosa has been on heavy rotation for a while now and the opening salvo of the psychedelic Brit-rocking OK Standby, the catchy Beatlesque Shelter and the jaunty Beach Boys via the Shins evoking My Friend Joan, She Never Asks confirms Dead Trees’ intent to throw every classic pop-rock reference into the mixer and set the controls for the heart of the sun…

And the beat goes on – the Replacements-referencing Killer in Me, the mutant twangy Instrumental, the smile-inducing rhythmic I Have, I Want, the straight ahead rave-up Loretta, the melancholy jazz-bluesy Let Me Sleep, the sloppy dirge Twin Cities and the folky New England Skies.

Yes, boys and girls, this one’s gonna be on the Power of Pop Albums of the Year list. Believe me…

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Download: Shelter


CLASSIC ALBUMS: John Lennon – Plastic Ono Band (Eagle Vision)

No better music DVD series around than the Classic Album series. And certainly, Lennon’s debut solo albunm deserves the Classic Albums treatment. 

So you get the whole song-and-dance: the history, the interviews, the original recording tapes and of course, the music. 

Plastic Ono Band is a stark, visceral work and a thing of grace and beauty at the same time. The songs expressed almost everything that Lennon was feeling at that time of his life. Thus, the best insights come from the people closest to him during the recording viz. Yoko (of course), Ringo Star and Klaus Voormann. 

I have nothing personal against Yoko but her views have been replayed over and over in numerous past interviews and her sessions reveal nothing new. Ringo is always a delight in his deadpan manner but it is Klaus Voormann who steals the show with his thoughts about John and also his way with a bass and piano (he actually plays the intro to Isolation!)

I’m glad to say that I thought I knew the Lennon story front and back, thus it was a surprise to learn that Phil Spector did not in fact produce the album but rather John and Yoko did. Surprising because I’ve always loved the spare production and use to marvel how Mr Wall of Sound was able to handle the stripped down approach. Now I know he never did! More respect to John and Yoko!

There’s not much twiddling that engineers Phil McDonald and Richard Lush can do with this as the instrumentation is so basic but that only emphasizes the genius of the album. If you’ve never listened to Plastic Ono Band, then I highly recommend that you do so and then watch this DVD for the complete picture. Enjoy…


BAND OF HORSES – No One’s Gonna Love You (off Cease to Begin – 2007)

Yeah, this came out last year but this melancholic stunner is really beginning to grow on me. I’ve always been aware of its delights but it was hearing it on an episode of Chuck that secured its repeat mode status for me.