Sunday 19 July 2009

Film Review - Barton Fink (1991)


'I pulled off early today. Took your advice, went to a doctor about this ear. He says 'You have an ear infection, ten dollars please'. So I says 'I told you I had an ear infection, you give me ten dollars!' Well that started an argument.'

This is my first ever attempt at a proper film review, bar a GCSE write-up on Zefferelli's 'Romeo And Juliet' which I described as being 'a highlight of tedium, proving that the novelty of men in codpieces and tights wears off within four minutes.' However, as a means of testing my own creativity and hopefully expanding the audience of Sirens Of London, I thought I'd try and introduce some to what I think is the finest film ever made: 'Barton Fink.'
'Barton Fink' is a relatively simple story of eponymous playwright Fink (John Turturro), who moves from New York to Los Angeles after his succesful first play, 'Bare Ruined Choirs', attracts attention from Capitol Pictures. Asked to write a 'wrestling' picture, Fink develops crippling writers' block and relies on a friendship with insurance salesman Charlie Meadows (John Goodman) and writer's secretary Audrey (Judy Davis) to help him cope with the stresses of the Hollywood lifestyle. I can't really write any more of a synopsis because the film contains to my mind two of the best plot twists in any film and they come as such a surprise that anyone who has not seen this film will really appreciate the shock factor when they do see it.
So why do I love this film? First of all, it's by Joel and Ethan Coen, who to my mind are two of the finest storytellers in current film. Every single film of theirs has a certain charm or weight to it that doesn't rely on recurring trends or images, other than a reflection of their mastery of cinematography and narration. As directors, writers and producers, they seem to be able to flit from genre to genre with ease, tackling stoner comedy ('The Big Lebowski'), film noir ('Blood Simple), hard-boiled crime ('No Country For Old Men') and rags-to-riches family drama ('The Hudsucker Proxy') with utter ease. They also have a remarkable skill for casting, using actors such as Steve Buscemi, Jeff Bridges and John Goodman absolutely perfectly for the roles. They know exactly what they want from the characters and actors in Barton Fink; the title character has to be somewhat weasely and pathetic, Capitol owner Lipnick has to be a parody within a parody and Charlie has to be the lovable guy next door, who also happens to have his wife under the patio slabs.
The use of imagery and color is key to any Coen film, and this is very true for 'Barton Fink.' Despite the supposed glamour of pre-WW2 Hollywood, the conditions of the Hotel Earle of the mouldy greens, the leaking pipes and mucus-releasing wallpaper all create a sinister backdrop to a sinister story. The sense of confinement that we as viewers feel is both intelligent and awkward, and the dialogue frequently relies on overlapping and awkward silences to add to the drama and tension of both the narrative and the audience. Some of the dialogue is almost uncomfortable, and yet in it their is a poetic beauty that reflects the strength of the Coen's ability as writers.

John Goodman clearly steals the show as Charlie, a character who takes the jolly, fat man stereotype and makes it both pitiful and uplifting, a task which I struggle to remember ever having been achieved before. The blue-collar nature of the insurance salesman makes it an honorable trade, and with the film's seminal plot twist Meadows quickly becomes one of my favourite anti-hero's ever. Tuturro as Fink is a powerful and yet understated performance, with the neurotic, nihilistic nature of this ratty little man becoming contemtable and mournful. It really is a superb matching of actor and role: it's one of those performances where it's hard to imagine anyone else playing the character after having seen the film.

I cannot praise this film highly enough; it perfectly encapsulates the stresses and strains of writing at any level, whilst also taking a deep and analytical look into relationships of all levels and what they mean. For anyone that likes their storytelling simple and yet powerful, 'Barton Fink' surely stands at the top of the list of films to watch over and over again.

P.S For those of you who wish to read a half decent film blog, check out CASTLEGREYSKULLZ (one of my 'followed' blogs). Joe and Max know what they're talking about and are very good at analysing a film without being overly subjective. Thanks to them for giving me a template that I can plagiarise. :p

Wednesday 8 July 2009

Classic Album: The Wedding Party - Seamonsters (1991)




First of all, I bought this album completely under the wrong guise. In a sale-induced frenzy I picked up 'Seamonsters' thinking it was by The Birthday Party, Nick Cave's seminal pre-Bad Seeds group that infused the way for much modern indie and alternative music. However, 'Seamonsters' is a true gem of 90's indie that wasn't under the horrible umbrella of britpop. Instead it takes equal influence from bands like The Smiths, Joy Division and Pixies, melding droning guitars with inspired lyrics of a forelorn life and a production by Steve Albini (responsible for some of the best albums ever: 'Surfer Rosa', 'Yanqui U.X.O' and 'In Utero' to name but a few) into an album that luckily escaped being tarred by the brush of many 90's bands.


Primarily, this album has, in my mind, two of the best songs from the 1990's; 'Suck' and 'Dalliance', both of which take the concept of a 'love song' and apply such darkness and intensity that it almost makes you terrified of ever falling in love. David Gedge breaks down to a primeval scream in 'Suck', proudly claiming that 'I just love hearing you say "Oh please don't go"' as if no emotion can find its way through. Perhaps that's the best way of describing the key aspect of this album; it's an album about love performed by those who no longer believe in it.


Lead single 'Corduroy' can really be described as the original blue print for bands such as Interpol and Editors, who tried to capture the bleak despair of Joy Division and apply it to a more mainstream sound. The chilling cover of Cockney Rebel's '(Make Me Smile) Come Up And See Me' is one of the few cover songs that truly peaks it's original, with the song taking a real sense of pleading, as if they Gedge needs nothing more than someone to help him cope with the depression he feels. It fits perfectly into the album, a rare skill for most cover songs.


The droning guitars in many ways suggest a more appealing approach to playing than the extremities of Sonic Youth and My Bloody Valentine, but still are distorted enough so that as a listener you are presented with a wave of noise that continues to build, with each song reach a multi-layered crescendo; 'Lovenest' is possibly the best example of this.


'Seamonsters' is The Wedding Party's third album, and in my opinion the rest of their catalogue never really matched the quality of 'Seamonsters'. If you are interested in expanding your knowledge of the band then 'Bizarro' and 'Saturnalia' are definitely worth checking out, but 'Seamonsters' remains to me a perfect example of how British music in the 1990's was not solely derived of cocky Essex boys or monobrowed Mancunian thugs. Simply sublime.

Album Review: Swanton Bombs - Mammoth Skull E.P



Doesn't 2008 seem such a strange time, so very long ago? Remember back then when some of us still liked Muse and Michael Macintyre? Luckily, we're far more sensible. However, 2008 did produce some incredible music, and Swanton Bombs' debut EP (they have possibly the best name for a band ever. Jeff Hardy was the coolest wrestler when you were 11) is a gem on indie-pop that doesn't try too hard or punch above its weight.


There's a real twee element to the 4 tracks, all of which take the basic elements of guitar-based indie and apply a healthy dollop of tongue-in-cheek pop. There's clearly an overriding sense of fun behind the band, who should hopefully see a resergence in interest with their appearance on the new Huw Stephens compilation, the modestly titled 'The Music Sounds Better With Huw.'


The music is noticeably unpolished; the somewhat muted vocals are an interesting concept but can drag, and there is very little seperating 'Turnstile' from a Keane/Feeling track, but the E.P is definitely worth investing in, if purely for opener 'Shock.' Considering how Swanton Bomb's manage to get the balance of guitar and keyboard right without sounding like boring kids covering Luke Leighfield, its amazing when you consider their age that 'Moth And Moon Song' sounds like it came straight from Rufus Wainwright's 'Want' series. A very promising e.p indeed, from a band who if they can escape the horrors that afflict so many MOR bands, could become very interesting indeed.


7/10

Tuesday 7 July 2009

Album Review: Thee Oh Sees - Help




One of the most annoying and over used terms in all walks of journalism is the postscript of '...on acid.' This is commonly used to show how something has changed as if they were on massive amounts of psychadelics. This normally is a complete load of bollocks, and is a term used by someone who cannot really grasp ideas or sounds that challenge their preconceptions. However, Thee Oh Sees really are the Mamas and the Papas on acid. I'm sure of it. Brigid Dawson is clearly Mama Cass after the Atkins and a fistful of microdots.


'Help' is their third album, although if you consider that Thee Oh Sees are merely a vehicle for John Dwyer, 2009's answer to Lux Interior, then this is just one in the string of both albums and bands that have showcased Dwyer's skill at taking sun-kissed, Californian pop and injecting a healthy amount of distortion and garage-spirit into it. Despite Dwyer's acumen in and around his native San Francisco, there's still a DIY approach to the production of the album that really captures the nostalgic, playful sense of a band doing what they love.


The album is consistently entertaining, with 'Destroyed Fortress Reappears', 'Peanut Butter Oven' and 'Enemy Destruct' perfectly showcasing the lo-fi talents of the band. In many ways its simple to see how Thee Oh Sees and Wavves have become linked together musically and socially; both of them exact a level of crackly nostalgia that is comparable to flicking through a 1970's punk zine or finding a teenage loveletter inside your Dad's LPs.


Although the album's noisy decadance can be a little grating, especially through repeated plays, 'Help' commands a massive amount of respect for fans of both new noise projects (Wavves, HEALTH etc), lo-fi recording (Milky Wimpshake, Casiotone For The Painfully Alone) and the greatest of American sun-pop.


8/10

Album Review: Bombay Bicycle Club - I Had The Blues But I Shook Them Loose




Bombay Bicycle Club have been the underground darlings of British indie music for pretty much the past two years, releasing two incredible E.P's in the form of 'The Boy I Used To Be' and 'How We Are' and proving to be incredibly succesful on the live scene. The hype for this band can only really be compared to that of the Arctic Monkeys in 2006, prior to the release of 'Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not.' Where the Arctic Monkeys pushed their debut through shortly after they reached an incredible level of recognition, Bombay Bicycle Club have spent over 2 years developing the album whilst being the focus of much attention. The big question raised with the release of the album is; will it have been worth the wait?


Well, yes. And no. This album is as divisive and complex as you would expect from a band that are both incredibly complex musically and low key personally. The diversity of tracks is staggering, showing a range of influences and capabilities that haven't really been seen since Arcade Fire released 'Funeral.' Opener 'Emergency Contraception Blues' is possibly the shortest Mogwai track ever written, whereas recent single 'Always Like This' takes the Afrobeat scene that Vampire Weekend rely so heavily on and meld it into Factory Records entire output. Two of the bands most popular songs, 'Cancel On Me' and 'The Hill' have made their way onto the album, despite being well over two years old. The inclusion of 'The Hill', though, is where the album's flaws start to become more apparent. Re-recording a hit is always a dubious and rarely successful choice, as Enter Shikari's constant tweaking of 'Sorry You're Not A Winner' proved, and there is the sensation with 'I Had The Blues But Shook Them Loose' that Bombay Bicycle Club don't know what they want to achieve with the album.


There is no real cohesiveness; all of the songs are recognisably Bombay Bicycle Club, but in many ways this is how you imagine a badly organised 'Best Of' would sound in 20 years time. The songs are consistent, although 'Autumn' and 'Magnet' don't showcase the technical guitar work that for many has been the USP of the band. But the album just seems...messy. There's no crafting in terms of the album as one sentient unit, an entity in itself. The sounds of the album are too diverse to really be seen as a singular outing; the happy-go lucky guitar of 'The Hill' just seems the polar opposite of the White Lies-esque 'Dust On The Ground.' In many ways, I just feel like the band have played their hand too soon; if one album had been used to capture the youthful exuberance of their E.Ps, and then another to showcase their darker, more foreboding writing, then there would have been an obvious sense of progression, rather than a sense of hotch-potch production.


This is still a fantastic album, and the band will surely receive the awareness and publicity that they rightfully deserve on the back of its release and their numerous festival dates over the summer. It's just somewhat disappointing as a Bombay Bicycle Club release, who for many were going to be as important and groundbreaking as the Smiths. The level of potential that they showcased frequently prior to the album's release perhaps set expectations too high; they are by all means incredibly young, most of the band only just having reached their 20's. Hopefully, the 'difficult second album' will clarify their united voice and vision as a band.


6.5/10

Monday 6 July 2009

Band Spotlight: Grouper






In my opinion, a new and serenely beautiful genre of music is emerging, taking elements of folk, gospel and post-rock and combining them into sonic loveliness that captures the spirit of bands such as Sigur Rós whilst removing the repetitive overplay of their key songs. Fleet Foxes and Bon Iver are two of the pioneers of this lucid genre, where the vocals seem never ending, played through simple effects with simple instrumentation behind it. However, perhaps the most compelling act to produce this haunting music is Grouper.


Hailing from Portland, Oregon (a city which has produced some of my favourite bands, most notably the Brian Jonestown Massacre, Elliott Smith and the Decemberists) they seem to constantly develop their music whilst retaining a unique sound that is unmistakably theirs. Their debut, 'Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill', is almost foggy in its slightly crackly, reverb-laden sound that gives the illusion that you're simply hearing the music through the trees of a secret, sparse forest. Standout tracks include 'Heavy Water/I'd Rather Be Sleeping', which is the answer to the question of what the Postal Service would sound like in a power cut, and 'When We Fall'. The new album, 'Way Their Crept', continues to develop the sonic experience of Grouper, and create the fantastic paradox whereby you cannot tell if there is only one instrument or hundreds. The only true concern with Grouper is that they do not fall into the way of many post-rock acts and accumulate such attention that their work is used in television, advertising or other media. This is not bad in the sense that they are questioning their own integrity, but music of this beauty does not benefit from repeated playing; you will simply lose the magnitude and magnificence of the noise. Grouper are very much like you're first love; you will always remember how they made you feel with great fondness, but sometimes the emotion is enough to break your heart.

New Music: Black Nerd


www.myspace.com/blacknerdband

Hailing from my hometown and comprising of three friends of mine, I would in most circumstances be emotionally contracted to loving Black Nerd, irrespective of the music they played. Sycophantism is a bit of a skill of mine. However, in comparison to their former musical outing, the often-confrontational and sometime-hilarious i!AMYOU, Black Nerd's otherworldly shoegaze sound actually shows a maturity and richness of sound that comes in stark contrast to the ever-frequent emo and pop-punk that the South West seems to churn out at an almost hourly rate.


The increasingly intense community formed of rakish fanboys of Sonic Youth, My Bloody Valentine and Failure is growing daily, with synthesizers and effects pedals being used for the right reasons once again and vocals becoming as much a sonic tool as an expression of emotion, sentiment or opinion. Black Nerd's music unashamedly takes influence from whale music, with seemingly endless notes being played through mountains of reverb so that they simply become another layer to the music, such as on the sublime 'Why We Got The Sack From The Museum.' I played it to a friend not long after hearing it for the first time myself, and she said that she couldn't bring herself to turn it off, as if the noise produced was somewhat hypnotic. It may sound like everyday musical hyperbole, but the music is trance-like, lulling you in a series of peaks and waves that effortlessly blend into one another, providing a musical soundscape similar to the work of Brian Eno's solo efforts 'Music For...' series.


An upcoming gig at the Queens Hotel in Weymouth with Into The Dust, Battle For Paris and Run, Walk! should see whether the complexities of the demos can transfer effectively and succinctly live. If they do not, then Black Nerd promise to be a band who will remain steeped in cult status through a constant level of recordings and underground recognition. If they do pull it off, they could very quickly seem themselves spawning many followers and many imitators.