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ALT-J LIVE: NO SHOCKS & NOT MUCH AWE

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Alt-J with their Mercury Prize

ALT-J LIVE  AT THE BRONSON CLUB, RAVENNA 28th November 2012

After accepting this year’s Mercury Prize, the members of Alt-J  voiced confidence that the well-deserved award would be a blessing rather than a curse.

Previous winners like M People and Gomez may have largely failed to live up to high expectations but the four young graduates from Leeds insisted that they had plenty of material to ensure they can maintain the momentum of their debut album.

However, there was no evidence of this at the band’s sell out show in Ravenna.

One must assume that none of these new songs are ready to be aired in public. Continue reading

FUCKING LIKE BUNNY

Avril Lavigne’s vagina and Kylie Minogue’s ass are just two of the abiding obsessions of the monstrous protagonist in Nick Cave’s new novel – The Death of Bunny Munro.

In 2006, as part of Grinderman, Cave performed the memorable ‘No Pussy Blues’, but his Bunny can make no such complaints. He’s a character who regards himself as a “world-class cocksman” , a God’s gift to woman and his maniacal one track mind means that every female, young or old, fat or thin, pretty or ugly is regarded in purely sexual terms.

This view of male sexuality is depressingly recognisable although Cave over eggs the pudding – in exaggerating for effect we’re  left with someone with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. The sex is relentlessly seedy and joyless – he even masturbates at his wife’s funeral.

Cave has commented that Bunny’s desires are simplistic and infantile. he certainly lacks any imagination or softness; aside from getting his rocks off , no other thoughts seem to enter his head. As he tries to chat up one woman on the phone, she asks him ” Where are you?” to which he replies “Where am I? – I’m all over the fucking place”. He eyes up a spotty cashier in McDonald’s and “thinks she is similar to Kate Moss, only shorter, fatter and more ugly”.

Written in a six-week period during an American tour with the Bad Seeds, Cave  tells the tale of a middle-aged man-child set adrift by his wife’s sudden death. With his 9-year-old son (Bunny Junior) in tow Bunny works through a client list selling beauty products as a door to door salesman. In a battered Fiat Punto, this bizarre road trip in the Brighton area of the UK is conceived as a means to seek out desperate housewives who are as needy for sex as he is. We learn that Bunny is graced with a “considerable member” which may explain his impressive score rate but the novel charts his demise as he gets increasingly slobby and desperate.

If he feels anything for his son there are few signs of it – mostly the boy is left sitting in the car while he conducts his sordid business. Despite this, Bunny Junior worships the ground his father walks on; implying that blood ties bind us together whatever the circumstances.

The depiction of this bright young boy is the best thing about the novel – the antics of Bunny senior are so appalling and grotesque that you can’t even think of him as a comical anti-hero. There’s a sub plot of a horned (horny?) killer who travels from the north to south of Britain seeking victims en route, a demonic fiend who , like Bunny, seems to be literally possessed by the devil.

A quote from Auden – “We’ve got to love each other or die” – is a stark contrast to Bunny’s  debauchery. Cave presumably wants to show the depths men sink to in order to satisfy their insatiable lust for sexual gratification.

“I am damned” , is the first line; a self-awareness that only come when Bunny  knows he is going to die – his last words are “I found this world a hard place to be good in” . On the evidence we’re presented with, he didn’t try too hard.

It’s left to Nick Cave himself, in his acknowledgements to offer “love, respect and apologies” to Kylie and Avril.

words and music : paul morley

Paul Morley

I wrote this just after reading P-A-U-L M-O-R-L-E-Y ‘s book in P.B. (pre-blog) 2003:
P
P is for pop. It’s also for poseur, pretentious and prat – all titles Paul Morley would hold his hand up to and be proud of.
A
A is for alternative music and ambient. It’s also for alphabet. ABC is good for writer’s block. A is for Autobahn which is German for motorway as well as a long playing record by a German robotic electronic rock band called Kraftwerk who in Morley’s (but not my) opinion changed the face of pop/rock forever.
U
U is for underground music and the universe. This is a book that refers in part to both of these U’s.
L
L is for lists. Lots of lists. This book is a list. “Music is a list of sounds and rhythms”. List makes up the first four letters of the word listen. L is also for Lucier. Alvin to his friends. Composer, if that is the right word, of the experimental voice recording ‘I am sitting in a room’ . L is for la la la la la la la la which is the key refrain to ‘Can’t get you out of my head’ by Kylie Minogue.
M
M is for memory. Because Morley cannot exactly remember if he has actually heard ‘I am sitting in a room’ by Alvin Lucier. As Brian Eno said of John Cage’s 4’33 of silence: “you don’t really need to hear it, you just need to know that somebody thought of it”. M is for music obviously and this is a book about music by a critic who loves alternative, underground music as much as he loves pop. M is for Minogue, Kylie to her friends and fans and for Morley the essence of pop. With ‘Can’t get you out of my head’ she produced a comeback and fame “even bigger and shapelier than the original fame”. Metal machine music is another favourite – Kraftwerk before Reed. M is for minimalism.
O
O is for obsessive because to say Paul Morley loves music is too weak. He obsesses. He obsesses at length – 359 pages to be precise.
R
R is for robots. R is for repetition. R is for repetition. Robots might dance to Kraftwerk. Kraftwerk might be robots. They may be rock stars. They may be driving in a supercool car in front of Kylie heading towards pop in the shape of a city
L
L is for more lists.
E
E is for electronic music. E is for Eno who is not a musician but who makes electronic music. He probably also makes lots of lists.
Y
Y for yes which a positive way to finish this particular list which is vaguely about a positive and occasionally witty occasionally frustrating occasionally tedious book which sets out to be and largely succeeds in being a new way to perceive what it is about music that makes the male of the species in particular become all obsessive and precious enough to want to list all the things he loves about it. Y is also for the second letter of Kylie who was once a female soap star and now a brand who prompted Paul Morley to come out of retirement as perhaps the greatest rock writer ever (in his opinion but not mine). Y is for young – which only comes once in a lifetime