Sometimes, I stumble over music I’ve never heard before and kind of want to run around telling people about them. And then, I’m disappointed when I find out that the artist or group were only a thing for a year or so before disbanding. Such is the case with Basement Birds, a supergroup comprised of members from many fine Australian rock bands. Having said that, what they’ve created here is a gentle pop tune, full of a very pleasing vocal harmonies. It’s all very lovely (or soppy, depending on you ask), but I submit that it is a tune to wile away a warm summer’s afternoon with a sweetheart. Never mind that it’s winter here now!
One of the problems with my appalling laziness is that the world spins on, days become nights, and new music continues to flood my inbox. Life as a blogger is tough, isn’t it? Let’s wipe away the tears that I know you’re currently shedding over my plight and engage the help of our dear friend, Canada, to pull us out of the doldrums. Today, she brings us The Elwins, who in turn bring us a peppy, energetic piece of pop rock (and a fun video to boot!). It’s ever so slightly Strokes-ish (though perhaps not as serious) with a hint of psychedelica thrown in for added spice. It’s also gloriously, stupendously catchy!
Allow me, if you please, to continue this pretence that I am patriotic with yet another post about an Australian group. Though perhaps I have not stretched that particular sentiment very far, considering they’re performing a cover of a rather famous English DJ’s tune. No matter! Despite the compositional simplicity of Praise You, it’s always been an indelibly catchy, toe-tapping kind of song. And, because it’s yet another tune in the oeuvre of musical history that is comprised solely of pre-existing samples, it’s not one that tends to get trotted out for live performances. But The Belligerents manage to maintain the spark of the original, and give it the pep that only a live performance can bring – there’s something almost Courtney Taylor-Taylor-ish in that screaming falsetto.
Who wants new music? You do! Who doesn’t want new music? Fussy, tottering old ninnies, that’s who! Y’all have my home country of Australia to thank for this exquisitely bitchin’ piece of psychedelic rock, though “exquisitely bitchin'” doesn’t even begin to describe it. It is a thunderingly good bit of alternative rock, sounding a little bit like a mystical version of The Superjesus (who are, incidentally, another Australian rock band). Is ‘headbangingly catchy’ an adequate enough description? No matter: there’s no doubt that ol’ Lurchy and Chiefy are about to explode all over the airwaves, and deservedly so!
Let us uplift the mood in here, shall we? But let’s not go nuts: we don’t want a Ferris Bueller-esque dance party breaking out. I don’t have the space for that! And my neighbours will voice complaints in a most irritated (and irritating) manner.
Here is a song by a fellow by the name of Ryan O’Reilly who plays in a band called, coincidentally, Ryan O’Reilly. But enough of my ribbing: it’s an intensely charming guitar and piano driven pop track, with just the merest, tiniest hint of hip-hop in the form of a solid back beat. A very lovely and spirited ditty indeed, that will surely make you feel just that little bit warmer, particularly in that special region inside you that tends to beat rather incessantly when you see someone pretty (your heart, for all those smutty people out there thinking otherwise!).
Some good, clean, simple rock. It can be quite the pleasurable experience, provided it’s not some dull derivative. Thankfully, Elliot the Bull delivers something with a good dash of flair and vitality, which is most assuredly what you want in these kinds of situations! It is supremely catchy, with a sound a smidgen like Calla. Besides, who on earth could possibly say no to a skeleton with a moustache and sombrero playing a fiddle?
It is a most auspicious day today: my birthday! Sort of! Well, thanks to those crazy ancient Romans, I don’t technically have a birthday this year, but that’s just a minor detail. Anyway, it’s party time and you know what that means: wild, raucous frivolity that stretches on for days! As such, I’m here today to bring you music that doesn’t suit that atmosphere at all. Instead, it’s some more dreamy indie pop from Melbourne-based group The Paper Kites. Regular readers may know that I have a love of tunes that hit just the right spot, and boy, does this song hit that spot. Perhaps I’m getting mature in my old age… cripes, I hope not!
It seems odd that I’ve never investigated Emilíana Torrini’s music, considering her contribution to the Lord of the Rings trilogy with the beautiful Gollum’s Song. Then again, I never profess to be particularly good at this job!
I clearly have a thing for deceptively simple, folkish pop sung by women with beautiful voices. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! And how could there be anything wrong with that, particularly when it’s tender, deeply relaxing, and inherently beautiful? If this track floats your aural boat, you ought to cast your ears over the rest of this album: you shan’t be disappointed.
Sometimes, the world gets you down. Not down in the “I’m down; let’s boogie!” kind of way, but the “gosh dangit to heck, everyone!” variety. Life! She is a cruel mistress. But that’s ok because music shall forever be the warm blanket you can wrap around yourself when it’s chilly.
So, what does my meandering rabble have to do with anything? As per usual, not much, but I do think this tune by Brisbane group Sleepy Tea is one of those aforementioned blankies. It has a Daughter air about it, which, based on what I’ve said about them before, is most certainly not a bad thing!
I’ve decided recently that the thing missing in my life is a “songs for a lovely home” playlist. Yes, I literally have everything else: this is the last piece of the puzzle! Anyway, songs featured in this hypothetical playlist would need to carry some air of pleasantness. They don’t need to be bubbly and happy as such, because I think that would just drive me mental, but they just need to be something I can have on in the background while I’m peeling potatoes or arranging knick knacks or whatever it is people do in homes. But enough of my yabbering!
Brooklyn Doran has provided an utterly delightful piece of folky pop that’s swimming in all kinds of sweetness. It is compulsively hummable and toe-tappable, which is sure to greatly annoy anyone in your general vicinity!
Like the cocky, stuck-up hipster that I am, I bemoaned the inordinate attention that Daft Punk’s admittedly catchy Get Lucky received upon release. Partly because I absolutely must hate anything that’s popular, but mostly because it was a derivative of 60s/70s funk that really didn’t do anything much except mirror the kind of stock-standard definition of the genre.
As such, it’s always a pleasure to go back in time and pull out some truly excellent funk – or rather, let my brother do it for me. Allow me to present Stretch, a group that was initially formed to replace the members of Fleetwood Mac during their crazy period of infighting during the 70s. Once that hoo-ha settled, Stretch was officially formed and this single was released. Despite having less chords than Get Lucky, this song seems to do a whole lot more with them. Funkalicious, baby!