2 albums out today

And probably the most eagerly anticipated two of the year from my point of view.

But I’m still away on Robben Island, so here’s what other people have had to say about them:

The Car – Arctic Monkeys

The Car is Arctic Monkeys’ weirdest album, and it’s their most overtly melancholy work too — like James Bond themes for a terminally depressed spy. It’s certainly the saddest-sounding music Turner’s put his name to since the dusky tunes he contributed to the soundtrack for Richard Ayoade’s Submarine in 2010.

and (of course) True North – a-ha

“There’s no audience, it’s us, the Arctic Philharmonic Orchestra and a live band,” he expands. “But what we wanted to realise was an audio-visual experience where the music was at the centre. It seemed a nice change from what we’d done before.”

Alongside the 12-track album, therefore, came a raw and powerful film directed by long-time a-ha collaborator Stian Andersen, shot in Bodo, 90km above the Arctic Circle in the north of Norway – already screened and positively received in selected cinemas around the world last month.

I have a Stian Andersen print on my wall just behind me (I’m writing this on Tuesday), bought from the man himself, and featuring yours truly at a recent a-ha concert.

Lifestyles of the rich and the famous, hey?

38 years

This was released over 38 years ago. Yikes.

It’s still evocative and lovely.
It popped up on my timeline yesterday, and was just perfect for the moment, because I actually was a bit miserable then. Ironically, it cheered me up a bit.

Terrible lip-syncing, as was always the way with Top of the Pops. And Morrissey doing his level best to be cool, despite the vacuous, mainstream show on which he’s ended up.

Yet he still manages to look suitable chastised and dramatic as he hits that third verse:

You’ve been in the house too long, she said
And I, naturally fled.

Oh. And that quiff. Timeless.

It’s been 9 years since Skin stood on my shoulders

Indeed:

An absolutely incredible Skunk Anansie performance at Rocking The Daisies, which was topped off with their iconic lead singer doing some upright crowd surfing, and standing on my shoulders while (probably unironically*) giving Weak a bit of a blast:

What a night that was.

Photos via my wife’s Nokia N95, if I remember correctly. Wow.

* I’d like to think so, at least.

Djibouti misses out again

Here’s something that I never really thought about before I moved down here. World Tour. And what that actually means.

The world is a big place, and it’s pretty unreasonable to expect a band or artiste to play in every country. But the image below speaks volumes about what “the world” means to many people Up North.

And it also explains why we have to go to Bergen to see a band play. (Never mind that the Bergen dot is smaller than the Cape Town one, or that a-ha’s recent World Tour was an actual genuine World Tour.)

Next up for us in Cape Town is David Gray. Great for SA, sure, but Djibouti misses out again.