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ALEX NEILSON

Alex-NeilsonAlex Neilson is my new hero.

He must be in his 20s but he looks about 13. He was born in Leeds but now lives in Glasgow. He is a drummer of immense natural talent. He also has aspirations as a singer of folk ballads.

The list of those he has played with is like a check list of cutting edge underground artists and includes Jandek, Richard Youngs, Ashtray Navigations, Vibracathedral Orchestra, Will Oldham, and Alasdair Roberts. A connection between these acts is that all broadly use Folk as a point of entry but then take the music into new realms – in other words into the sphere of the ‘New Weird’.

His style of playing was well described by David Keenan in May 2007: “In Neilson’s playing there is truly no past or future, simply Now over and over. Just one movement of his hands and then the next”. Alex was part of David’s Tight Meat Duo/Trio and until recently he worked in the Volcanic Tongue record shop run by Keenan with Heather Leigh Murray so this endorsement may be thought of a little biased, however, as an independent party I can vouch for this judgement.

I first saw Alex performing with Will Oldham (Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy) in Faenza (see my review here). He made a good impression then but the show I saw him play last night in Ravenna was even more memorable. He played with Six Organs Of Admittance which for this gig also consisted of Mr. Six Organs Ben Chasny and Chasny’s latest flame/collaborator Elisa Ambrogio of Magik Markers. Alex’s technique and energy was something to behold. Behind the drum kit he seems a man possessed – his playing looked controlled yet free at the same time. It is musicianship which, for one of his projects Directing Hand (with Vinnie Blackwall on wordless vocals and harp), is neatly summed up as “ecstatic improvisation”.

I spoke briefly with Alex after the gig last night – mainly to give gushing praise for his amazing performance. He told me that he is currently setting up a band which will include Ben Reynolds and be focused on what he called sentimental ballads. Ben and Alex are currently playing as part of Baby Dee’s backing band.

The new band will be called ‘Trembling …..???’ (i didn’t catch it all) and sounds an interesting avenue for a young artist with amazing talent and huge potential.

There’s a good interview with Alex in Stylus online magazine

Portishead Go On

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I’ve spent the week with a leaked copy of Portishead’s new album (Third) practically on repeat play (It is officially released on April 28th) .Arriving after an hiatus of 10 years and only their third studio album since 1994, I’m sure I was not alone in expecting the worst. Lengthy gestation periods more often than not signify a lack of direction and a dearth of ideas.Yet from the kick-ass opening track (Silence) you know that this is not going to be the case here. Continue reading

I SEE A LOUDNESS : CLARE WIGFALL

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A woman who celebrates the completion of her first short story collection by going out to see Jackie-O-Motherfucker in concert is my kind of writer!

I first heard of Clare Wigfall’s stories through Last.fm. She posted a message in the shout box of my New Weird America group saying how this was the brand of music which helped her during the process of writing (similar messages were sent to groups linked to artists such as Anne Briggs, Will Oldham and Current 93).

Surely, I thought, someone with such impeccable musical taste has to be worth checking out! Happily, the stories live up to expectations.

For a debut, the range of subjects and handling of different voices in these 17 stories is highly assured. Her chief skill lies in being able to capture moments of tension and mystery through deliberately omitting key details – that old chestnut about authors needing to show not tell is never better epitomised than in these tales. For example, in Hero I Have Lost a woman is referred to a psychiatrist by her father following an incident the details of which are never revealed, in Free a man tells a stranger the worst thing his mother did to him but we are left to guess what that might have been, In Night After Night a husband is arrested over an unknown crime.

I was reminded of the one and only interview with cult singer Jandek who, when asked to say who the other musicians playing on his album were, replied “I don’t think it would be right to give that information”. Human nature being what it is, the desire to speculate over such gaps of knowledge add to the intrigue and fascination.

Clare Wignall’s insights into the complexities of personal relationships is also a strength. This is evident in a story such as My Brain where a mother manages to communicate disapproval towards her son’s girlfriend without being openly critical. Similarly, in The Party’s Just Getting Started, she skilfully exposes cracks in a man’s seemingly perfect marriage to a beautiful fashion photographer by hinting at a dissatisfaction that even the husband is only half aware of.

Elsewhere, we have a Carveresque tale of a university professor finding unusual lodgings (The Parrot Jungle), a fascinating take on the Bonnie And Clyde mythology (Folks Like Us) and a deliciously macabre story built around a mysterious spate of disappearing babies (Safe).

My two personal favourites are the title story and one of the shortest pieces called When The Wasps Drowned. The latter made me think of Ian McEwan in the way it recounts grim goings on in an ordinary suburban setting. There’s something of McEwan’s precision in haunting lines like : “Suddenly the day around us seemed unbearably quiet, as if everything was holding its breath”. Here, I love the way she says ‘everything’ and not ‘everyone’ to give a chilling sense of detachment from merely human sounds.

The story from which the collection gets its title is also incredibly rich. I immediately re-read this one twice but still find aspects of it wonderfully elusive. It charts complex emotions surrounding loss and grief and includes the following remarkable passage detailing an exchange between a newly widowed mother and her blind son:

I see the loudest sound, he whispered, low into her collar bone, and nothing. It took the colour from her face, drained all colour into the heather below them, and she knew that all he saw was all she’d ever wanted and all she’d ever known, and she handled him roughly as she pulled him to his feet, and set walking fast, too fast for his short legs, like a child with a toy on a string dragging and bumping behind it”.

Writing of this quality is what makes these stories every bit as impressive as the music that helped inspire them. Highly recommended.


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If , like me, you spend any amount of time exploring the byways of New Weird America it won’t be long before you encounter the name of Jandek. More often than not the tone is reverent and protective – an open secret that has to spoken of in a respectful manner.

The world of Corwood Industries from where all these curious releases derive is shrouded in mystery. No interviews. No publicity. The enigma of the unknown is certainly part of the lure for music obsessives – is Jandek the name of a man or a group?, what kind of life does he/do they lead to inspire such ominous sounding recordings?

What makes this music so singular is the way it expresses a non cathartic rage and deeply dark sense of alienation. It is not easy listening and if it was just a couple of albums Jandek would be dismissed as a joke. But there are to date around 50 albums and the joke isn’t funny anymore.

I am by no means a Jandek expert at just 8 albums (and counting) but I’ve already heard enough to be hooked. To help on the steep learning curve, Seth Tisue’s Guide to Jandek is invaluable but at some point it’s also a journey that also has to taken alone.

The music is loose and amateurish in a way which reminds me of early Fall and late Julian Cope but at the same time it sounds like nothing on earth. The singer may just be the loneliest man on the planet. I know I ought to listen to more affirmative music but somehow I keep going back to this desolate and utterly compelling music – it’s like a scab you know it would be best to leave alone but can’t help picking.

The 8 albums I have Continue reading