Running 2010 down.

... In which I attempt to narrow down my favourite albums of the year to just ten, and realise the embarrassing scarcity of blog posts I have put up in 2010. Are you ready? Do you care? Then let's write a freaking end of year album list!

10. Eels - 'End Times'

The second in a trio of Eels albums released in the last 18 months, 'End Times' found E at his grizzled, caustic best. Equating the end of a relationship with the apocalypse is hardly a groundbreaking concept, but the album convinces due to the sheer gravity of the songwriting. However, 'End Times' is not all bleak - somehow a song about a female suicide bomber, 'Paradise Blues', was one of the year's most triumphant. The third in the trilogy, 'Tomorrow Morning' was a consciously breezy affair, but felt forced; 'End Times' is wholly, winningly downhearted. Standout track: 'Mansions of Los Feliz'

9. Four Tet - 'There Is Love In You'

On 2008's 'Ringer' EP, Kieran Hebden took a definite step in the direction of the dancefloor, shaking off the pretty glitch-folk of his earlier albums. 'There Is Love In You' is the closest thing to a 'proper dance album' that Four Tet have released, and in places it kicks hard (the pulversing, euphoric 'Love Cry'), but also retains a sliver of the strangeness that has become their calling card. The disembodied female voice(s) on 'Angel Echoes' and the tidal synths on 'This Unfolds' confirm Hebden as one of music's most innovative producers. Standout track: 'Angel Echoes'

8. The Bees - 'Every Step's A Yes'

Released in the summer to a largely indifferent reception, 'Every Step's A Yes' is easily The Bees' finest effort, a warm, honest slice of psychedelia which is effortlessly charming. Try not to beam widely when 'I Really Need Love', 'Silver Line' or 'Tired of Loving' is playing. Hard, isn't it? The reason this album is such a success is consistency; previous Bees albums have been eclectic to a fault, 'Every Step's A Yes' is simply a joy throughout. Maybe their next record will generate more buzz. Sorry. Standout track: 'Silver Line'

7. Male Bonding - 'Nothing Hurts'

Generally seen as the best English response to the American 'Shitgaze' scene, Male Bonding have much more pop nous than they are perhaps given credit for. And whilst 'Nothing Hurts' unfolds at a breakneck pace, not least on the frantic 'Year's Not Long', at the heart of the album is a savvy way with a hook. 'Weird Feelings' and 'Franklin' sound like Vampire Weekend in a blender, and the pretty acoustic closer 'Worse To Come' surely suggests the opposite. A hugely promising debut. Standout track: 'Year's Not Long'

6. Twin Sister - 'Vampires With Dreaming Kids' / 'Colour Your Life'

OK, so this isn't strictly supposed to be here, given that it's a compilation / round up of the Twin Sister output so far, and one of the EPs was released last year. However, this band are too good to ignore. Over the course of the ten tracks on here, the band displays the range, maturity, invention and skill that takes most bands a lifetime to perfect. Their first album will be one of the highlights of the new decade. Standout track: 'The Other Side Of Your Face'

5. The Tallest Man on Earth - 'The Wild Hunt'

Kristian Matsson has ascended rapidly to the top of the sensitive singer-songwriter pile - and no wonder. On 'The Wild Hunt' he lays out his stall in a no-nonsense, devastating fashion; and every song sounds like a standard. 'King of Spain' is witty and anthemic, 'Love Is All' is simply gutwrenching. He is also responsible for my personal live highlight of the year - a spellbinding cover of Gillian Welch's 'Everything Is Free', accompanied by Megafaun at Green Man. Not a dry eye in the tent. Standout track: 'Love Is All'

4. Beach House - 'Teen Dream'

Whilst the hype around this record upon its release hasn't really translated into critical acclaim at the business end of the year, this remains a remarkable piece of work. Strident, unashamedly dramatic and, most importantly, filled with frighteningly good choruses, 'Teen Dream' provided a hazy soundtrack to a long summer. 'Zebra', 'Norway' and '10 Mile Stereo' led the way in terms of accessibility; 'Silver Soul' was the album's aching, desperate core. Standout track: 'Zebra'

3. Boston Spaceships - 'Our Cubehouse Still Rocks'

...In which we all learned never to write off Robert Pollard. The man has been gaining momentum again recently, and 'Our Cubehouse Still Rocks' is the staggering culmination of this revival. Backed by members of the Decemberists and other former GBV comrades, the Spaceships simply bash out sixteen classic cuts, oozing confidence, swagger and humour - qualities that, a few years ago, it seemed that his Bobness was beginning to lack. The year's most unexpected and gratifying return to form. Standout track: 'Come On Baby Grace'

2. Arcade Fire - 'The Suburbs'

Okay, confession time. I didn't give this album a hope in hell, based on the monolithically poor 'Neon Bible'. And so I ignored it. That was a mistake and, Mr. Butler, I'm sorry. Arcade Fire have done a very clever thing here and isolated the qualities that made 'Funeral' so incredible, marrying them to a new lyrical maturity, and ditching the bombastic approach to arrangement that made their previous album so woeful. They have caught something which, whilst it comes in a classic-song disguise, is very much now. Their fears are ours, and they communicate them beautifully. Standout track: 'We Used To Wait'

1. Field Music - 'Field Music (Measure)'

I never thought I would ever place a double prog album at the top of this list. Because that, when all is said and done, is what Field Music make. And not only that, it is prog of the most tricksy, elusive, mathematical kind. Yet something about 'Measure' is truly magical - the sheer brio with which the Brewis brothers approach their craft, the dizzying twists which pepper their songs, the occasional moments of McCartney-esque melancholy which cut through the fussiness. To make an album with twenty great tracks on it is remarkable, but such is Field Music's modus operandi that it feels more like forty. Enormous though it may be, this is a hugely fun record, bursting with exuberance and wisdom, a fine summation of what it means to be English in 2010. Personally this one record gives me great hope for songwriting in this country - that a band is still taking cues from bands like XTC, The Beatles, even - whisper it - ELO, suggests that there are still great pop records to made here. And the Brewis brothers, on the evidence of 'Measure' at least, may be two of the most ambitious songsmiths in music right now. Let's hope they haven't used up everything on this sprawling, packed masterpiece. Standout tracks: 'In The Mirror'; 'Measure'; 'Let's Write A Book'; 'Choosing Numbers'; 'Something Familiar'

Separado! - Review

Well, there’s a revelation then: Gruff Rhys has some eccentric relatives. As the lead singer of king freaks Super Furry Animals, Rhys has dabbled in just about every musical genre available, ridden around festivals in a fluorescent pink tank, broken the world record for the most profane song ever, and once got Paul McCartney to crunch celery on one of his records. That’s all been well-documented in the past, however, and is almost irrelevant when considering his new film. For Separado! focuses on a more personal concern for Rhys – his family history, a long-lost popstar Uncle, and a little-known enigma in South American history.

Of course, this isn’t a straight documentary. It opens with a reconstruction of a horse race in the 1880s, which was fixed by Rhys’ great-great-great Uncle, and which prompted an exodus to Patagonia along with a significant number of the Welsh population. Almost a hundred years later, Rhys’ uncle, René Griffiths, became a celebrity in Argentina, singing in the lovelorn storytelling style known as ‘guacho’.

Intrigued by both these aspects of his family’s heritage, Rhys travelled to Argentina to track down Griffiths, also promoting his then new album, Candylion, by playing in tiny village halls to miniscule audiences (one of these audiences is simply described as ‘a horse in a field. An indifferent horse.’) Along the way he is supported by local acts including the ‘incredible’ Tony Da Gattora (essentially a man yelling “HYPOCRITES! WAR CRIME!” to a bemused public). It is a strange quest indeed, but Rhys is a charmingly inept host: his thick Welsh accent means that ‘horse race’ emerges as ‘ostrich’ (which confused me enormously at first), and he seems reluctant to say very much about what this journey means to him personally, choosing instead to let his Welsh / Spanish-speaking relatives do the talking. Which they do, at length. Luckily they have fascinating stories to tell.

For those already au fait with Rhys’ music, this is a delight: there is a singalong to ‘Gyrru Gyrru Gyrru’ (‘Driving Driving Driving’) and a beautiful live version of ‘Lonesome Words’. Most of the soundtrack is drawn from his two solo albums to date, Candylion and, er, the one with the really long Welsh name.

Separado! is a bit like an episode of ‘Who Do You Think You Are?’ directed by Terry Gilliam. It is silly, endearing and very much a family affair. There are moments where the documentary loses its narrative thrust a little and wanders off in another direction – I found the section on global gold-mining to be a little too preachy – but surely that is a true reflection of our intrepid yet clueless protagonist. Rhys’ charm is the real winner here, and Separado! is worth its feature-length running time because of it.

No amount of charm will ever make me buy a Tony Da Gattora album though. Ever.

7/10

Escape to New York.

This is happening in two days. Needless to say, I'm very excited ... and pretty nervous. Reading my little thoughts to a bunch of Greenwich Village hipsters could go either way, really. I have no idea what to expect, other than a whole lotta big things.

March 15th, Bristol.

New poem written last week:

March 15th, 2010. Bristol

Following a herd of fluorescent school-
children across the road who are very
nearly knocked over by a Rolls Royce
I take photographs of the harbour
hoping that they will look like
somewhere else

and later after buying a record
by The Beta Band I think I see Tony outside
the record shop, but it isn’t him and I stop
mid-
wave,
and suddenly feel very tired

Frank O’Hara has served me well
these last few days and I am
writing just like him,
as the skateboard does the rounds
and clacks neatly in the park. Frank!
Did you ever actually eat your lunch?

Now it is cold
and I long for the girl
in the white coat
across from me
picking her teeth

Jaw of a Whale.

Carved from the jaw of a whale
Cold white warm violin in your arms
Hang notes in my hard linen sails
Push me back through the eye of a needle

Here's to the girl with the flowers at her neck
One for the girl with the red dress and wide eyes

Bring me a gun in the night
Place it gently at my waiting temple
Click for the deafening light
Push me back through the eye of a needle

Here's to the girl with the flowers in her hair
Here's to the girl with the incremental eyes
One for the girl with the cold and the kleenex

Back from the water's edge

Sit in our perfect blue space
Deep down under the water beneath us
Everything fades to your face
Fish swarm by in the beautiful silent
Here's to the girl with the flowers on her lips
Here's to the girl with the devil in her hips
One for the girl with the blue coat and suede shoes

Carved from the jaw of a whale

Back from the water's edge

I watched 'Somers Town'...

... Then dreamt that Shaun Turgoose robbed my guitar at screwdriver-point, after I had attempted to escape through a complicated network of garden sheds.....