Against the frivolity the last weeks sandwich I present you with its opposite; still a skinny, lean, indie sandwich mind, but of one born of tradition, be it tradition gathered from the bounties of my fridge, foraged from jaunts to farmers markets. I have picked a selection of four tracks from different artists, picking up on certain ingredients but also the general sense of melancholia that I developed when considering this foodstuff. I think it was the rye bread.
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As a student of Art History, I always feel like I don’t go to enough exhibitions. Actually, I know I don’t. But I did go to see two shows this Easter break, which were both rather enjoyable, not only for the work but in the way they engaged with their local environment (or perhaps failed to, in certain aspects). I want to write this article as a sliver of the fine art exhibition culture in both my home county, Devon, and its more creatively cultured foil, Cornwall.
The column that seems to be wavering on the edge of Hashmark obscurity, musical meanderings themed around an even more scrumptious topic; great sandwiches.
This holiday I actually got round to acquiring Deerhoof’s Friend Opportunity, and mostly out of hipster greed, also picked up their previous album, The Runners Four.
This week the Roaming Football Column is slumming it with a guesting from a self confessed football-wary-writer. Of course, I do really enjoy quality football; but this week the column will focus on England’s 2008 qualifying matches against Israel and Andorra, which, for all of you who have been living in a cave for the past week, was not typically in this vein of entertainment. For someone not so savvy to the simperings of the sports press, what I have found to have been overriding the play is the general bitching over newly ruined manager Steve McLaren . This drew to a climax of sorts at the end of the 0-0 draw against Israel, with chants of ‘What a load of rubbish’ from the national fans who had journeyed to Tel Aviv for the poor show. Then there is whole thing with Rooney, who is ‘off the chain’; although this might be part of the whole red top tabloid war on McLaren – both parties deny the rift which the rumour mills tell of… but then again, Rooney did have to be taken off in the second half of the Andorra game because of uncontrollable aggression, obviously to avoid a red card.
A collective mumbling with jr2015 –
“Save the Cheerleader, Save the world”
I was moaning the other day that British television has become really awful recently but really, it was a foolhardy comment. The Beeb is still the worlds greatest television network even though the BBC Three experiment may be faltering and its budget has been reigned in. Its subtle integrations into the internet are proving successful and it provides me with regular selection intelligent entertainment such as Top Gear, Never Mind the Buzzcocks and Panorama. Just ignore the new Fame Academy style Musical show hosted by Graham Norton arriving soon.
This blogular commentary really is a bit late for some kind of post gig review; but this is because of the wait for the marvelous person only known to myself as Youtube user Steve452 to post this accompanying video of the final encore song Wake Up, from the Funeral LP. Witness many hundreds of people howling, shouting. wailing along to the multiple 00000hs that designate some kind of fantastical chorus to the song. You will find my ridiculous self and Allister (former Hashmark associate and friend) bopping and singing along around 18-20 seconds into the video; if not some kind of proof to our presence then at least some comic relief to this post.
The loud and intrusive singing is testament to the group feeling of elation that follows an Arcade Fire gig; all the evangelical metaphors, hand waving and clapping do lend themselves to this kind of feeling; that is, the performance was spectacular. I might be slightly biased in this case, but isn’t that what being a music fan is all about – the band were tight, small but extraordinary with their projections and red neon flashes. It was mostly new material, but what can this was part of a album promotion and the band has been touring with the same stuff for three years. The performances of Keep the Car Running and Black Wave/Bad Vibrations were particularly brilliant, but the Well and the Lighthouse and Windowsill came close. Other than that, well, the Arcade Fire have certainly got the spirit to take it to this summer’s music festivals; Glastonbury and beyond.
My accompanying column that I posted today, which involved my babbling, was generally inspired by war or by anxieties over the violence of power. But while my words form part of an Internet subtext in the blogosphere here we have the very same ideas song by song in Win’s earnest tones over sublime string arrangements and tight rock instrumentation. It seems forever since the indie music world discovered the critically acclaimed Funeral, so the release today of Arcade Fire’s sophomore album is in great anticipation, especially since the slow leak of sonic material and related media that has been given to fans the past two months.