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Cloud Nothings

Another new one at a another new one (home for my literary ramblings, that is)…

For a review of the self-titled Cloud Nothings LP I composed for Gordon Reid’s music blog Middle Boop, kindly follow the link above. Ta, muchly, in advance, reader(s).

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Maggie’s Last Party

Partly because I’m finding it increasingly hard to get this song out of my head, and partly because I’m scared they’ll delete me as I haven’t written anything in so long, I’ve produced my début PopMatters blog post.

… a fusion of then-Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher’s uncompromising speeches with a slowly-evolving post-acid house backing, something in unknowns V.I.M.‘s first crack at club stardom is proving irresistibly addictive, even to these dad rock-hardened ears.

Follow this link, and have a listen. It’s a trip.

… And the reason for this is that I, Jonathan N. Chapple, esq., actually have a job. A real job in a real publishing house where I write stuff and get paid real money for it. Neat.

It’s here, at a company called Mulberry Publications. We only publish trade magazines, so it’s not journalism as I know it (Jim), but so far it’s a great learning experience and it’s a nice change to doing nothing. I write for Music Trade Gazette and Jewellery Focus (don’t laugh).

But of course, it’s all not all fun and games, so I’ve decided to compile a list of pros and cons of being in gainful employment for your reading pleasure.

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I have a new review up of the soon-to-be-released supa deluxe edition of Nick Garrie’s Nightmare of J.B. Stanislas at musicOMH, which I think you should all read immediately. The reason for this is that I must be progressing as a writer somewhat, because Nick himself rung me for a chat last Sunday morning to tell me how much he liked my review!

Which was nice.

 

… this isn’t the first global recession, and if your life expectancy is longer than about fifteen years from now and you’re not planning to instigate a proletarian revolution any time soon (and please don’t; if you really want to see a Socialist Republic of the United Kingdom, just open a history book and look up ‘Harold Wilson’), you’re going to be seeing a lot more of them.

In the mood for a spot of political opinion? Then have a gander at the whole ‘rant’ at IDOL Magazine, your playground for emerging talent and inspirational individuals (their blurb; I agree). It’s a good read.

Reggae Reggae Sauce

Easily the most overtly political of the great mid-‘70s roots reggae albums, Winston Rodney’s 1975 magnum opus Marcus Garvey is a strange beast, to say the least. One of those marvellously idiosyncratic albums that come along every now and then where the lyrical sentiment or vocal delivery happily and willingly contradict the mood or sound of the actual music (think Comus’ First Utterance, early Smiths, Panic at the Disco’s Pretty. Odd.), musically, for the most part, Marcus Garvey is classic bouncy Jamaican period reggae: catchy, mellow and drowning in horns, with a groove to die for.

Read the whole thing here. More from PopMatters to come…

Deer Tick and Mal-chik

He’s playing at being a cowboy… but never once does he sound like he’s enjoy himself doing so. Some kind of message about the brutality of days gone by, perhaps? Possibly; although probably not. It usually sounds more like: “Pity me! Do you have any idea how hard it is to be pretend, olden-days John McCauley?”

I really, really didn’t like this album.

And in other, more positive news, I’m going to be contributing the occasional rant, review, etc. to a blog called Malchik Beatnick (subtitled: Punk, Psychedelia and Shindigging with Eric Clapton’s Paedo Beard – where’s a smiley when you need one?) avec mon copain Cal. Cal’s done a couple of lovely pieces so far, so go and have a look. Stuff from me soon.