Day 538 – Two Top Tunes

Bit busy today, so herewith a bit of music that I’ve been enjoying more than other music I’ve been listening to recently. (Not that that other music was particularly bad – these are just two top tunes).

First off, The War On Drugs title track to their upcoming album, I Don’t Want To Live Here Anymore.

More of the same same. Perfect.

And then this: The Mauritian Badminton Doubles Champion, 1973. Yes, really.

It’s so, so good. And what a title! Look out for Calls To Tiree from earlier in the year, as well.

Definitely echoes of Dry The River (RIP) in there.

New Ceremony

Back to 2012 and some of the sadly now defunct Dry The River.

“Why, oh why did they have to go their separate ways?” he wailed.
At least they left us with two albums. And a few videos too. This is New Ceremony, from Shallow Bed: their debut foray into the world of music.

Set, as you will note, as some sort of series of dioramas of American history and life, is it bemoaning the divisions in that society, begging for some sort of resolution between warring parties?

Possibly. Either way, it’s going to be on repeat on the iPod for this weekend.

Everlasting Light

More from Dry The River, who announced a mini UK tour last night, a couple of months or less too late for me to see any of their performances. To Youtube then, and this video of the boys being flung around a gym by some female judoistas.

Nice song. And it’s even better live, as this video of the band at Glastonbury last year proves.

I guess I’ll just have to wait for the announcement of their Cape Town dates.

It Was Love That Laid Us Low

Chilled out vibes from these guys for a Friday afternoon:

I’m not sure what effect the placed wallet has on the sound of the drum? And does it make a difference if it’s filled with credit cards or cold hard cash? Does the character of the music change as the band becomes more (or less) successful?

I’m over-analysing. It’s a lovely song, and it’s Friday afternoon.

Dry The River

If, when he left this comment, Jon Liddle was attempting to generate some sort of interest in his son’s band’s new album, well then, he’s succeeded. I’ve had a quick wander through their back catalogue and – while there’s a bit of gospel, a lot of beard, some violin and more than the occasional hint of banjo – it’s well worth a listen. This ain’t no Mumford and Sons/Lumineers mashup. Thankfully.

Recording in Iceland was about shutting ourselves off from our daily lives and our heavy touring schedule to rediscover what Dry the River means to us. We suspected it would be some kind of otherworldly experience, and it was: beautiful and alien, lonely and taxing but ultimately rewarding.

So yes, the tenuous link was Iceland: its wild beauty and solitude. And they did a documentary on just how that worked out for them:



The end product, Alarms in the Heart, is so heavily engrained with that process, that strange location and the experience of being there, that you have to take the two together.

I’ll be giving the album a full listen and I’ll let you know how that goes, but in the meantime, here’s Gethsemane: which features on the documentary from about 8 minutes in and just. fits. perfectly.

My son doesn’t have a band, but when he does, I’ll probably advise him to head to Marion Island (SA’s equivalent of Iceland, I guess) to record that difficult second album. “Fewer beards,” I’ll also tell him.

Safety first.

UPDATE: More information about Dry The River? Here.