Showing posts with label charli xcx. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Mind Vomit: Reading/Leeds & The Eternal Battle of Rock vs Dance...


Hello readers, sorry it has been a while, been a bit busy settling in to a new job and having a few little adventures, one of which being my first attendance of a music festival. Yes folks, this weekend just gone I travelled down to the infamous Reading Festival to run around fields full of tents great and small (the smallest of which having my girlfriend and I lying on hard ground, missing our beds). Of course the uncomfortable nights were a minor downer on what was actually quite a brilliant weekend of music, burgers and overpriced cider! We made sure to see as many bands as we could cram in (with tickets costing £200 this year, I don't see a weekend of getting up late to watch the headliner before spending the early hours getting wasted in a bush to be getting my money's worth) and thus enjoyed a great deal of artists of all genres and varieties. 

It was when hopping from heavier rock artists to indie bands to dance acts that I realised whilst the good job organisers had done this year in fitting in a good range of different acts was commendable, audiences were far greater for the dance/hip hop/electronic groups. Of course, these artists do come from a more mainstream standing in music culture at the moment but at a festival that used to be known as  a 'heavy rock weekend', I was a little surprised. Still, I wasn't complaining, I enjoyed the difference in acts and the shift in crowd dynamics the genre hopping entailed, very much so!



The NME however see things differently. A new article featured on the publications occasionally interesting blog section entitled "Note To Half-Arsed Indie Bands: Take A Leaf Out Of Skrillex's Book" in which the writer seems to firstly blame guitar bands for not making audiences endure fits of euphoria before then stating "people are sick of standing around watching half-arsed indie boys boshing through lumpen songs with no concern for whether the audience are enjoying themselves". 

Now I know, I know, its one writer, its one opinion, but honestly I don't understand how such a fallacious bit of nonsense could be promoted quite so much by the NME, especially when the bands attacked in the article are so often promoted by the magazine. I cant vouch for Leeds Fest but I can guarantee the majority of Reading festival-goers were neither there for much more than a handful of artists or a fair representation of the music loving public. Whilst me and my girlfriend would leave our tent by 11am to catch as many bands as possible, neighbouring groups seemed happy to sit around a campfire drinking to leave late afternoon/evening time to see the more popular 'top 40' artists.

Now don't get me wrong, I am not saying that these kind of festival goers aren't 'real fans'. Nor am I saying that theres anything wrong with getting drunk, or going to a festival to see mainstream artists. I was personally quite excited to sample a bit of every genre from System Of A Down to AlunaGeorge. Still, I do feel targeting a genre or attacking bands for the poor turnout is unnecessary and rather unfounded. 



Savages and Parquet Courts, two of the groups the blog claims were met with indifference, were two of the groups I actually found most entertaining in the weekend and the lack of manic crowds were probably more to do with several understandable factors:
  • The bands were playing the Festival Republic Tent, roughly the size of a small-venue.
  • The bands both have small followings with very little exposure coming from mainstream outlets.
  • Many fans go to watch bands play, not to climb stage rigging/rip clothes off.
  • Even the most passionate of indie fans tend to just jump around, which is what they did.
  • I doubt either band intend to write a club stomper to take Ibiza by storm.
You get where I'm coming from, to compare either group to Skrillex or Chase & Status, two of the most popular electronic acts of the past few years playing on humungous capacity stages is both unfair and irrelevant. Club acts will draw club audiences, the kind that are not bothered about watching an act play but want to dance A fair portion of people who watched guitar bands were entertained and impressed, they clapped, cheered and had a good wiggle. Peace, Drenge, Tame Impala, Haim all received warm audiences as well as crossover artists like Chvrches and Phoenix. 

One of the most alarming moments of the festival for me was the rowdiness and atmosphere in the Dance tent during a DJ slot... nobody on stage. Then as Charli XCX came on, over half the crowd left. Now Charli XCX has a few stompers in her repertoire as you may know, however she has nowhere near the exposure or airplay given to acts such as the fantastic Major Lazer and Disclosure, hence nobody stuck around.

I dont want to say this writer is wrong as his point on crowds being less rowdy for indie/guitar bands is valid, but the argument that these bands are boring or need to 'up their game' is just silly. The fact is we live in a generation that currently favours a very limited number electronic pop artists and practically no big guitar bands in its charts, which is why your typical festival goer is drawn to an act like Skrillex whilst avoiding Drenge. If anyone is to blame for this its the media for its ignorance of many indie groups who never get the exposure needed to draw in a great crowd. Give the bands a break, if you want to get wasted and dance around to top 40 groups, by all means do! Who can blame you? But don't assume any band that hasn't got fleets of adoring followers aren't worthwhile. Like what you want!

RANT OVER

Have anything to say about this matter? Do you find modern guitar bands boring? Join the debate and give me a comment if you do :) See you soon readers.

Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Feature: Thank You For The Music...


FOREWORD: A slightly personal post, sorry if it drags/is badly written, just got thinking about this and thought it could be good fun to write about. Hope you enjoy, might do this kind of thing more in the future.

Like every dedicated music fan, I take a great deal of pride in my musical taste. Back in those MySpace days (2006-2008... y'know, the proper MySpace), when you had the little box on your profile you could fill with favourite bands and artists, I would literally compile an extensive (& alphabetical!) list of dozens, possibly hundreds, of my favourite's. It didn't matter that nobody would read the whole thing, at the time it felt as vital a part of my identity as my name. Not to mention the tireless hours I know we all spent searching for the right song to have playing on your profile. 

The same goes for real life. Over the years I've used band t-shirts, posters, even lyrics scrawled onto my bag to express my taste to others as well as lengthy chats with all my friends (well... the ones that listen) about a new band or song I'm digging/old bands I'm going back to or just discovering. When it comes to this, something funny happens. We all do it too. I adopt bands as my own possessions, often talking as if I am the sole and greatest fan when the truth is, I'm so obviously not. While I pride myself on keeping up to date with new music and studying the history of genre's I enjoy, the foundations of my musical taste don't really originate from me, but from the people in my life. I owe a great deal of my taste to so many people who have come and gone in my life, and I would hazard a guess that so do you! We often forget the fact that favourite band of ours didn't come though music blogs/magazines/tv/gigs, but from our family, friends and loved ones.

Imagine a cubby cheeked four year old boy with a colourful chunky sweater and hilarious blonde bowl cut, y'know the kind you can see those hip n fresh Dalston twenty-somethings wearing today (shudder). Cross legged on the brown carpet of his front room, the boy waits obediently still as his mother puts a strange black circular disc out of a blue sleeve. She places the disc on a flat service and a needle on a stick on top. "These are the songs I sing for you and your sister" she says whilst the boy fidgets impatiently from the toddler's greatest foe, boredom. "Mom, I wanna go in the gard.." the boy begins before being interrupted by the unfamiliarly hypnotic sound of an organ erupting from the speakers of his parents' hi-fi. "Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields" an unknown voice chimes in before a group of instruments kick in and a little boy's life is changed forever.

OK, that story is partly (largely) fabricated, but is no doubt fairly accurate in my induction to the world of music. The Blue Album, a Beatles compilation of their later and last releases (1967-1970), was a staple in my life. It was my first real association with any kind of music and would have me begging my parents to play it on those once never-ending weekends. Before then I had assumed those songs came from the supposedly musical genius mind of my mom rather than John Lennon or Paul McCartney. Learning otherwise certainly changed that opinion, but nowadays I find myself looking back with pangs of gratefulness to my mom for letting me into this world and realising that it was the first in a series of moments where I was presented with the gift of great music from another person.

This came again from my mom and from many others. Many thanks to my Dad, a great compiler of greatest hits compilations (don't judge him, he's almost 60) and during my teenage years would have all sorts of music on in the car. "Have a listen to this Huw" he'd always say before educating me with fantastic collections of songs from bands that to this day I still love. The Cure, Daft Punk, REM, Weezer, Led Zeppelin, Blur, and the one that really changed my life, The Smiths were all introduced to me at the hands of my Dad who'd usually end a CD by grinning and saying "See? Not such a square dad after all am I?" before arguing with a McDonalds server over the price of sauce.

Cheers to my sister Beth who also provided a massive influence on my listening habits, particularly in my teens. Being the older sibling she knew more about what was cool within the more indie scene and had all the must have noughties band's records like The Strokes, Kings Of Leon (the first 3 albums were amazing and you know it) and Arctic Monkeys as well as much more obscure and challenging music that she had found from her own musical search such as Elliott Smith, Sufjan Stevens and more recently Jens Lekman. She often reminds me of this when I listen to any of these artists to which I always reply "I am thankful, gawd!"

Ta to friend's that bought interesting bands to the table with the obligatory metal, emo, hip-hop, scene and rave phases of teendom. I'm glad I went through phases of listening to bands like Tool, Metallica, My Chemical Romance, Jay Z, Klaxons, Enter Shikari, etc because I feel like it created a much broader realm of taste to my musical pallet without which I would probably dismiss too many good bands. Credit to my former Drum teacher Daryl (who sadly I haven't spoken to in 3 years) as he introduced me to some great music as he taught me to be a part of it. Rock giants like Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Smashing Pumpkins, QOTSA and Red Hot Chili Peppers were introduced to me as bands he thought I might enjoy.

Even today I owe so much. Without my friend Liam pestering me to listen to a certain Australian psychedelic band (Tame Impala), my 2012 may have been a totally different experience as one of the most important albums to me that I feel will stick with me for a lifetime thanks to him. Further recognition goes to my friend Lee who got me listening to Tom Petty, a legend I had somehow missed for 20 years of my life and a maker of truly fantastic records. Last but certainly not least, huge appreciation to my girlfriend Kayleigh for sharing fantastic bands/artists like Charli XCX, Sneaker Pimps and Jamie Woon but more so for music we've discovered together. Peace, Swim Deep, Haim are all bands we've enjoyed together and have been made better because of it. Whatever happens in the future I know I'll listen back to these records fondly as I'm no doubt reminded of fun times and awesome passionate conversations we've shared as music lovers.

The same goes for everyone on this list, its just a massive thank you really, there are so many good feelings that come with certain songs and albums because of close ones. Though I now find most new music through other resources, without the bands you introduced me to and more importantly the bond we've shared over any music, I truly would not be the person I am today and I am grateful. I shall continue to try and do the same for you ;)

Now though you must suffer...

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