Category: music

Hit

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Music post, so sorry to those of you that don’t like music posts, but we’re heading back to the early 90s and handing the next 3’56” over to Björk Guðmundsdóttir, Einar Örn Benediktsson, Sigtryggur Baldursson, þór Eldon, Bragi Ólafsson, Einar Melax and Margrét (Magga) Örnólfsdóttir.

Use it wisely, strangely-named people.

Hit made it to number 17 in the UK in 1991 and when it popped up in some fashion in my internet musings today, I realised that I needed pop it on here and hopefully reawaken some of your memories like I had my memories awakened earlier.

In fact, I’ve been listening to Sugarcubes music all morning now. This wasn’t, supposed to happen.

On Days Like These

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Here’s Matt Munro from 1969, and by even the second line, it seems that he’s forgotten the words and resorted to “La la la la”- but don’t let that put you off.

The era is a bit out of character for this blog perhaps, but it’s a classy tune with a great video. And so it stays.

And On Days Like These – specifically this one, in fact – we’re going to have a braai.

Blunt does it again

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Bit behind the loop on this one, but it still deserves some attention.

After seeing him live and being pleasantly surprised at the experience, and then enjoying his response to being declared dead, James Blunt has replied – brilliantly – to a tweet from… meh… someone:

Can we all take a moment and remember just how terrible James Blunt was [sic]

To which he responded, and here I embed:

Self-deprecation and a neat little advertisment, all in one.

But it’s also worth noting that while his reply alerted all sorts of silly people to her tweet, who – this being the internet and them being silly people – set hard to work on insulting Katy, James then checked in on her:

Whether you like his music or not, you have to admit: the guy has class.

Because dungarees

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Lying in bed, idly flicking channels, then suddenly: those violins, those dungarees.

So many memories, so why not?

Incidentally, VH1 followed this up with Dire Straits, Stevie V and I only had to switch over when they hit me with Maria McKee. There I went, flashing fever from my eyes, to 184 and a rerun of Top Gear.

Namibian Farmer In Brilliant Hampshire Teenage Music Recommendation Shocker

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It does exactly what it says on the tin.

Seriously, in return for my recommendation of the Sound of Guns album Angels and Enemies, Emil Jung “Retired from corporate (and city) life, farming in Namibia (no better place to survive the zombie apocalypse), living a dream” hit me right back up with a suggestion that I check out Blaenavon (the band, not the World Heritage Site), which I did. And wow.

They have two tracks currently available on Soundcloud and though I think Into The Night is the more commercially viable, I have much love for Denim Patches. And you can click play right now to see exactly why:

[soundcloud]https://soundcloud.com/blaenavon/denim-patches[/soundcloud]

Cape Town’s Ashtray Electric must be wondering where their trademark mournful sounds had gone. Well, they’ve been hijacked by three teenage lads from southern England.
At least they are putting them to good use.

Described as:

making tightly wound, instantly accessible alt-pop that soars in all the right places. Massively intuitive for such a young age, you’d be forgiven for thinking you’re listening to a band three albums into their career. Oh, and there’s not a single navel gaze or reverb pedal in sight.

You can read a depressingly contrived and juvenile interview with them here.

But the music – well, that’s anything but. Again: Wow.