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Sunday, 13 January 2013

2012: The Year In Albums (Part One)

About a year ago, I had this really cool idea. What if I wrote about all the albums I'd bought over the previous 12 months with the intent of informing people about music they might have missed - perhaps I could even place them into some kind of order, like a run down of increasing quality. Then I'd say a few words about each one and make some sarcastic jokes, you know, my usual kind of thing. I'd make it mostly albums that I really, genuinely loved, and then I'd chuck in a couple near the beginning of the list which I didn't necessarily get, but which made me sound much cooler than I really was (am? Tying myself up in tenses here.)

It turned out to be so popular, I was actually thinking of doing the same thing every January. So imagine my surprise and extreme disappointment to find that this year, not only has every other bastard with a laptop decided to rip off my idea, but they've even tried to steal a march on me by doing it before 2012 was even finished. Not cool, people. Not cool at all.



Ahhhhh, I'll be honest with you. Last year I was really scratching around to find 10 new albums that I wanted to nail my colours to. How else can I explain the appearance of Yes on the list? This year, by contrast, has been one of the best for new music in living memory. So much so that my initial shortlist for albums of the year was 34 albums - that's the same number of new releases as I bought in the entire of 2011.

This year I bought an impressive 66 new release albums, and rating them is a fairly impossible task, ranging as they do from shoegazey, reverb-drenched electronica to Celtic prog, and everything in between. I can't even fall back on last year's "stats" approach thanks to a catastrophic hard-drive crash early in the year losing 3 months of playcounts in my iTunes library. Yep, these are the things which keep me awake at night.

So, in the interests of fairness, I've divided the shortlist up into 'Prog' and 'Non-Prog'. And because I know that most of the people reading this will be prog fans, I'm going to deliberately make you wait until Part 2 for the prog albums otherwise you won't bother reading the rest of it, will you? I know what you hobbit-botherers are like.

Here we go, then. It's Gigging Forever's countdown of "every album I bought this year, shoehorned into some lame category to prevent me having to make too many decisions"...

11. (Who says I can't have 11? Do you want to take it outside?) Porcelain Raft - Strange Weekend


I've just realised that this looks a bit like... 
well, I'll let you use your imagination.

If you read my review of M83 live in Brighton back in January (which, let's face it, hardly anyone did), you'll have heard all about the spacey, echoey, dreamy sounds of Porcelain Raft, and how they caused me to nearly cack my pants. The CD is a slightly less disturbing event, and got heavy rotation during stressful periods of work this year, being the kind of aural equivalent of a hot bath with lots of bubbles.

Key Track - Oooh, let's say 'Drifting In And Out' (of the suds) -  choosing track 1 of every album again...


10. Marina & The Diamonds - Electra Heart



Right at the beginning of the year, I picked up 'The Family Jewels', Marina Diamandis' first album as Marina and the Diamonds, for the princely sum of £1.99, and it turned out to be a cracking investment, featuring very cleverly written, quirky pop songs which put me in mind of a young Kate Bush.

Now, you may come to learn this about me over time but I'm not very good at paying attention to, remembering or understanding lyrics, which therefore renders me not quite clever enough to get just how ironic this second album supposedly is - but apparently it's a satire on young pop starlets, their superficial lives and their vacuous pop outpourings. Well, I don't know about that, but it sounds like a great, fun, slightly vicious album of intelligent, dance-y pop music, which is all fine and dandy in my book.

Key Track - 'Radioactive' (No, ok, it's not on the standard edition of the album but it's a fantastic song.)


9. Keane - Strangeland



I'm not quite sure why I've decided to put this on the list. I actually really liked 'Perfect Symmetry' (their previous album, which saw them doing away with all their cliches in favour of a gaudy, brash, 80's influenced layer on top of some excellent songs, aided by super-producer Stuart Price) - and this album feels a lot like "Sorry, we went a bit too far, please come back and play us on Radio 2 again".


But there's a warm familiarity which creeps over as soon as you hear that CP-70 electric piano sound on opener 'You Are Young', there are soaring, singalong choruses, and the front cover looks like the seaside and therefore reminds me of my childhood. And it's my blog and I can do what I like.

Key track - 'Neon River' is pretty anthemic, whilst steering just on the right side of mawkish.


8. Beach House - Bloom



You know that Porcelain Raft album I chose above? Yeah, this is nearly the same album -  dreamy, spacey, wistful sounds which make you nostalgic for people and places you may or may not have ever known. Someone should probably sue someone. This album rates slightly higher on my list because:


a) Beach House have male and female vocals (Porcelain Raft are basically a one man band)
b) Their tunes are 14% more catchy
c) Cool people like this album and have put it on their end of year lists too
d) Their album cover doesn't look like lady parts - but it does make your eyes go funny if you stare at it too long
e) They haven't made me crap my pants (yet.)

Key Track - 'Wild' (ignore the video which seems to be a fly-on-the-wall documentary about heroin addiction.)


7. Field Music - Plumb / Play





Hold on a minute, that's two albums! Well, yes, it is, but 'Play' is a short album of cover versions - the kind of thing which unscrupulous record labels try to sell you as a bonus disc when you buy the same album for the second time - so it counts as part of 'Plumb'. Honest. Also the covers are nearly the same (and look suspiciously like the station I can see from my living room window.)

Anyway, 'Plumb' made it to Prog magazine's best of 2012 list, which could make it a candidate for my 'other' list, but to be honest I think sometimes people are so desperate to only like music in one genre that they try to drag anything else they like into it so they don't lose cred.

I can almost see their point, with it being an incredibly inventive guitar-based rock album, where completely unrelated and stylistically quite different songs flow into each other in a way which seems totally natural. (It might even prove to be a concept album if I pay attention to the lyrics.) And I guess opening track 'Start the Day Right' has grinding 'I am the Walrus' strings, bringing to mind very early ELO, and there are complex rhythms and shifting moods, all in 2 minutes and 18 seconds. Ah, yes, here's why it's not prog. None of the songs are longer than 3 and a half minutes, in fact they get through 5 songs in the first 12 minutes. Most prog bands can't keep a keyboard solo as short as that.

'Play' is a more traditional affair, with 8 inventive cover versions ranging from Syd Barrett to the Pet Shop Boys - and deserves to be on this list solely for the remarkable feat of making Ringo's 'Don't Pass Me By' from the White Album sound like an actual song instead of something a toddler made up on the spot.

Key Tracks: 'A New Town' (Plumb) / 'Rent' (Play)


6. Pet Shop Boys - Elysium



Oh, look at that. My pick from the last album above was a Pet Shop Boys cover, and now here's the real thing.


Have the Pet Shop Boys ever made a bad album? Assuming you think they ever made a good one, I think you'd have to agree that they've had a pretty good run of things, especially of late, with 2009's 'Yes' being a revival of the more outgoing side of PSB. Here they're back in the introspective and subdued mode that served them well on 'Behaviour' and 'Bilingual', with 'Invisible' and 'Breathing Space' being some of the most personal and touching songs they've ever recorded.

There's still plenty of room for fun, though, as the Diva-bashing 'Ego Music' and the typically self-referential 'Your Early Stuff' prove - the lyrics of the latter being composed entirely of cretinous things said to Neil Tennant by taxi drivers. "You've been around, but you don't look too rough / And I still quite like some of your early stuff..." And I think we can forgive the rather OTT Olympic Anthem 'Winner' in the context of this summer's excitement.

Key Track: Leaving (look, I can't help it if bands keep putting their best tracks first on their albums, can I?)


5. iamamiwhoami - Kin



Sometimes I'm glad I'm not right on the pulse of what's hip and cool, otherwise I think I'd get frightfully annoyed with some of the absolute bullshit that happens in the name of 'art' (or is it 'promotion'?) - this album being a case in point, with all kinds of teasers and trailers and odd videos and massive, massive hype being posted online for a year or so in the lead-up to this album.

No, I'm very happy just to get a text from my friend Mark saying 'I've been listening to this song on repeat for hours', click onto Youtube and hear 'Goods', and thence directly to Amazon to hear what else Jonna Lee and Claes Björklund have to offer.

And what do they have to offer? Well, if Beach House and Porcelain Raft are a comfy soak in a hot tub, iamamiwhoami is more like lying shivering and naked in the foetal position on the floor of a room in a Scandinavian ice hotel while Lykke Li sings in the corridor outside.

Glacial, minor chords, chiming synths and off-kilter beats assault the senses whilst Jonna moans and shrieks by turns. Oh, and some catchy tunes too, the gits. The videos are downright bonkers, though -you have been warned.

Key Track: Drops (no, I don't know what the hairy creatures are all about, either)


4. Lindstrøm - Six Cups of Rebel / Smalhans





Oh, I'm cheating again... Yeah, ok, again this is two albums. Although the second one clocks in at less than 30 minutes - but to tell the truth I couldn't separate these. Following last year's obsession with Hans-Peter and his epic 'Space Disco' masterpiece 'Where You Go, I Go Too', both these albums were always going to be an instant buy.

'Six Cups of Rebel' is Lindstrøm's more indulgent side, where he seems to have gone all out with whatever he felt like doing, whether it was a good idea or not. Hence 'No Release' is basically 5 minutes of cycling church organ, and 'Call Me Anytime' breaks down in the middle into what sounds like a small child bashing on a Casio keyboard. But then there's the funky-as-anything 'De Javu' with stabbing brass and disco beats, the drum-solo freakout of the title track, and the fantastic closing 'Hina', which is easily the closest we come to the cosmic dancefloor of 'Where You Go', albeit with a quirky edge befitting its place on this quite unusual album.

On 'Smalhans' (upon which every track is named after some kind of Norwegian traditional dish for some reason), he's back to what he does best: 6 more straightforward tracks for the dancefloor (also ace for running). But his twisted, minor-chord, Scandinavian take on things takes you on a crazy journey far deeper than any of his more popular contemporaries. Probably a journey in the snow. With elks.

I'll leave the last word to electro-pop princess Little Boots, on twitter, as I can't think of any higher praise than this, about closing track Vā-Flę-R (Waffles):

"The last track on the new @Lindstrom album is like the greatest Mario level ever. Definitely involving Yoshi."

Key Tracks: De Javu (Six Cups of Rebel) / Vā-Flę-R (Smalhans)


3. Ben Folds Five - The Sound of the Life of the Mind




I think I made my feelings on Ben Folds Five fairly clear a few weeks ago after their London gig, during which they played 8 of this album's 12 songs- all of which were greeted like old favourites, and with good reason. I'm therefore not going to waste my time (or yours, for that matter) writing tons about this.

With their trademark rollicking piano, thundering rock 'n roll drum fills, rock solid bass, and clever-clever lyrics ("I was puzzled, when it was feet on gravel / To have come apart, I must once have been ravelled..."), this album delivered exactly what was expected, and somehow without sounding like a tired retread.

Key Track: Hold That Thought is one of the less obvious tracks from the album, but really does it for me, for some reason. Not in that way. Or, Erase Me is a more standard BFF song - nice and angry. Let the hate flow through you, young Ben...


2. Muse - The Second Law




You know, if you want to be Queen, there comes a point where you have to make 'Hot Space'. And I don't mean what you think I mean by that. No, I do know what you think I mean. You think I mean you have to make a rubbish disco album, don't you? Told you.

No, what I mean is that you have to:

- Wonder how far you can go down the same old well-trodden path before people get bored
- Record some songs which are exactly what you want to record, perhaps including influences from some modern acts you enjoy yourselves
- Put them on your album along with some other songs which are still in your classic sound
- Sit back and let people get all het up about how rubbish your new album is, and how you're trying too hard to be cool, based solely on a few 3 tracks with some more modern sounds in them.
- Watch the entire of the internet slate your album (Currently rated at 2.4 out of 5 on Rate Your Music)

So what did they actually do here? Opener 'Supremacy' is exactly what it would sound like if Muse wrote a James Bond theme, and is perfectly in their grand album opener tradition. 'Survival' is gloriously OTT Queen-inspired pomposity, perfect for its status as official Olympic anthem, 'Animals' is your typical "angry, sneering Muse" song, and 'Explorers' is as wonderful a ballad as they've ever recorded, in the tradition that goes all the way back to 'Unintended' from their debut.

What does that leave us with? Well, it leaves us with two sets of songs which seem to have divided people - Firstly the 'Muse-step' songs, a "hilarious" misnomer for what are essentially Muse songs with a few modern production sounds added to them: 'Madness' with its 'wub wub wub' bassline, and 'Follow Me' which builds up from gentle pulsating synths to a wonderful climax with some of Matt's best vocals underpinned by what I assume are dub-step style whooshing / pounding noises (yeah, I'm so down with teh dubstep...) And then there's 'Panic Stations', which seems to be the one that's got most people annoyed but is essentially 'Another One Bites the Dust' for the 2010's, with some wonderfully funky brass-synth stabs and rhythm guitar. Ok, so the two-part closer 'The Second Law' is pretty out there in its symphonic-electro stylings and apocalyptic hysteria but since when we were holding it against Muse for being mental?

The second group of songs causing them problems are the two songs near the end of the album written by bassist Chris Wolstenholme. We all know what happens when you let the bass player/drummer write a couple of songs, don't we? Well no, actually, we don't (just look at our old favourite reference point Queen for a fantastic example of why it's good to diversify.) 'Save Me' is perhaps the most surprising song on the whole album, far more than any of those I mentioned above, in that it sounds nothing like Muse at all - helped partially by the fact that it's Chris singing it, but also in that it sounds much more like something belonging on an Anathema album, with its gently pounding drums, jangly guitars and understated vocal harmonies. In many ways it's the best thing here, although it's starkly at odds with the rest of the album. Perhaps it's time for Chris to make a solo album, I'd buy it.

Key Tracks - 'Madness' / 'Save Me'


1. Saint Etienne - Words and Music By Saint Etienne




"When I was ten, I wanted to explore the world.
There were these older kids at school who'd gone all the way to Somerset,
just to see Peter Gabriel's house.
Peter Gabriel from Genesis.
The way they dressed, the way their hair fell over their coat collars,
It all happened because of music - I wanted to know why.
I couldn't go to Somerset on my own,
So I used Top of the Pops as my world atlas..."

If there's one album this year whose lyrics and concept I did very much pay attention to, it's this one. It's almost as if they knew exactly how to get my interest within 10 seconds- the breathily intoned spoken word intro from Sarah Cracknell using words like "Peter Gabriel" which are always guaranteed to awake me from dozing, or pretending to work, or whatever I'm doing.

The entire album is a love letter to pop music itself- from the extremely clever cover with its faux A-Z map of London using street names and locations from the band's favourite pop songs, to the themes of the lyrics.

Opener 'Over the Border' recalls the teenage thrill of discovering and being obsessed by new bands, artists, record labels, and growing up wondering whether all this would still seem so important when school was done with (spoiler: yes). 'I've Got Your Music' is all about the delights of having your favourite song on headphones as the world passes by all around you, and 'DJ' is, well, you know. And then there's 'Tonight', which recalls the thrill of getting ready to go and see a favourite band, wondering what they're going to play, cramming on the new album before you leave- an experience eerily recreated by me when seeing Saint Etienne themselves at the Palladium earlier this year.

In fact, the album could only have been more self-referential if they'd included a song called 'You know when you buy an album and you really like it and then you realise there's a special edition with bonus tracks so you buy that too, and then you realise there was a very limited deluxe boxset which is going for £100 on eBay which has 3 extra songs on it and a poster of the artwork and then you find a Spanish website selling that for £30, so you order it and sell the other editions but it takes ages to arrive and in fact you don't even think it will, so you buy the special edition again and order an even bigger version of the poster from somewhere else, and then the ruddy box turns up in the post - and THEN they release a new version only in the US, with ten entirely new songs on the second disc'.

One for the remastered edition, perhaps.

Oh, what does the music sound like? Well, it's like most Saint Etienne: shimmery, summery, slightly melancholy dance-indie-pop, that somehow manages to sound rooted in the 60s despite a thoroughly modern sound. I've definitely got their music.

Key Tracks: 'Over The Border' / 'I've Got Your Music' (wonderful video with fans showing off their favourite albums) / Haunted Jukebox


Oh yeah, she's still cute, too.
Picture: MusicOMH.com


You still there? Ah, good. I'm nearly done, but firstly here are 10 of my favourite 'new-old' albums of the year with a six-word review of each (this should be interesting.)


Bombay Bicycle Club - A Different Kind of Fix (2011)


Indie pop band support Blur. Impress.


The Postal Service - Give Up (2003)


Should sue Owl City. Top tunes.



Dragonette - Galore (2007)

Electro pop wonder. Hot vocalist. Yeah!


Depeche Mode - 101 (1989)


Everything you need know about Depeche.


Moloko - Statues (2003)


Quirky prog dance. Awesome in surround.


Pugwash - The Olympus Sound (2011)


Beatles and ELO go Irish. Sublime.


Phoenix - Live! Thirty Days Ago (2004)


French indie band better on stage.


Orbital - Middle of Nowhere (1999)


Wish I'd heard this in field.


Robyn - Body Talk (2010)


Kickarse Swedish popstress goes gangsta. Fierce.


M83 - Before the Dawn Heals Us (2005)


New favourite band. Best old album.


Everything Everything - Man Alive (2010)


Jerky indie rock. Inventive stuff. Txtspk.


Holy Ghost - Holy Ghost! (2011)


American indie dance channels Cut Copy.


Wait, you're STILL there? Okay, here's a little easter egg for you...

The Gigging Forever "Silly Artwork" award 2012 goes to:

The Sabres of Paradise - Sabresonic II (2001)



Anyone like to have a guess as to what the music on this album sounds like? Hands up if you said 'Chilled, Balearic dance, perfect for summer evenings'. Now hands down if you are Andrew Weatherall, aka The Sabres of Paradise. Thought so.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

5th December 2012: Ben Folds Five / Bitter Ruin / Alicia Witt - Brixton Academy

1999, what a cracking year. I was living in Paris for 6 months of it, during which time I broke up with a spectacularly psychotic girlfriend (hiding in the bottom of a wardrobe after a fight, anyone?), gained a 14-year old stalker, developed an unhealthy crush on my German flatmate, and made it impossible for myself to return to the 20th arrondissement by getting drunk on my last night and throwing unwanted frying pans and other household items out of the window into the street at passing cats.

Oh, and there was some kind of business with numbers around the end of December that left us with The O2. But I'm a bit sketchy on that.

December 1999 was also the last time that Ben Folds Five came to London Town, making it a full 13 years, as Ben reminds us tonight. Which is a bit rude, especially since, as he tells us near the start of tonight's set, London has always been good to the band and they love playing here. (No, of course he doesn't say that every night, why would you even ask that?)

They were riding high on the back of their career-defining statement and best-album-you've-probably-never-heard "The Unauthorised Biography of Reinhold Messner", a concept album of sorts and one which didn't quite set the charts alight despite the Gigging Forever seal of approval. In fact I distinctly remember the bloke in Richard's Records in Canterbury telling me that my copy was the first one he'd sold. Mind you, Richard's Records in Canterbury is now an Italian sandwich shop, so who's sniggering now, record shop bloke?


Even the cover just oozes "underrated classic". 
Go on, have a listen.

I'm a little bit hazy about what happened to the band after 1999 but the next thing I knew, Ben Folds was touring solo with Neil Hannon (of the Divine Comedy - what I wouldn't give to have seen that show), then there were solo albums and collaborations with Nick Hornby, and solo shows which I didn't make it to, for reasons I know not.

But now they're back, and ready to prove they're still relevant in 2012. Will it be a nostalgia trip or do they still have something important to say?


Photo: Spin.com

My companion for this evening is my good friend Rob, who's known me since we were both 11 years old (but somehow hasn't escaped.) I would tell you more about him, but I'd have to kill you. In fact I'm not even allowed to know anything about him that's newer than 1996. I assume it's still his Saturday job at Hollywood Bowl Margate which is keeping him so busy, so I try not to ask.

Anyway, Rob manages to make some good friends in the queue outside whilst waiting for me, as the BFF massive prove to be quite a friendly lot. I exit Brixton tube to several texts of increasing urgency...

- Are you there yet?
- Err, there's two queues...
- Are you there yet?
- Are you there yet
- DUDE. RUN.

The tone of the last one suggests that someone's life is in danger, so I chivalrously decide to assume that's it's his, and do break into a moderate trot in the direction of the venue, not easy to do when you're wearing a giant overcoat and scarf to protect yourself against the close-to-zero December night. When I finally do come around the corner, I'm greeted with a hero's welcome: apparently Rob's new friends have been following the saga of "does this guy really have a mate who's bringing his tickets or is he in fact some kind of mentalist?" with some interest.


The running turns out to be a good call as I arrive at what is almost the front of the queue with only a few minutes to go before doors open, and pretty soon we are stationed right down at the front staring directly at Ben's piano. Sterling work from East Kent's foremost shoe-sprayer.

We don't have long to wait before a rather striking redhead comes out and sits at the aforementioned instrument, launching completely unexpectedly into something rather Rachmaninov sounding, with note-perfect precision. It's extremely impressive and Rob and I turn to stare at each other, eyebrows raised in pleasant confusion. The concert pianist turns out to be...

Alicia Witt

... although it takes a few songs before we find this out. You've probably seen Alicia before, even if you don't know it - she was a child actor in 'Dune' and 'Mr Holland's Opus' amongst others, as well as having been in various episodes of 'Law & Order : Criminal Intent', 'The Mentalist', 'Friday Night Lights', and much more. Apparently she's also a shit hot stand-up comedian, or so Ben tells us later.



I'm sorry but my phone failed to take any usable photos tonight
so you're stuck with other people's. 
Which is a real shame in this case, obviously.

Oh yeah, and she can tickle the ivories a bit. And it soon becomes apparent that she's a rather fine singer, too, as she casually brings her piano piece to an end and says 'Okay, here's a song'. The CD I buy after the gig and various Youtube videos I check out later reveal a slightly country-pop-ish tint to her material but when it's just her and Ben's piano, getting intimate up on stage, it's classic singer-songwriter stuff. I'm almost ashamed to say that Rob and I both agree after that it reminds us of some of Billy Joel's really early material - I'm not sure this is something anyone necessarily aspires to, but given that the two of us originally bonded over songs like 'Piano Man' and 'Falling of the Rain', I can assure you it's intended as the highest of compliments. There's just something about her furious playing style on a couple of the songs which puts me in mind of 'Summer Highland Falls'. Plus, when you're sitting at a piano and singing songs, it's a bit hard not to be reminiscent of someone else who famously sits at a piano and sings songs.

Just when we start to think there's no end to Alicia's talents, she reveals a hitherto unknown weakness in the wrist department by completely failing to open a bottle of water, and having to call for a roadie to come and help her. But no roadie help is forthcoming, instead Rick Moranis appears from stage right and comes to her aid... or perhaps it's Ben Folds, I'm not quite sure.


I ain't afraid of no Highland Spring...

Alicia seems genuinely surprised to see Ben coming to her rescue, although I'm slightly suspicious that he's just coming to check on his piano after the pounding she's been giving it. I needn't worry, given the treatment I see him doling out to it over the next couple of hours.

Sadly there's only time for a few of Alicia's excellent (and in some cases deceptively angry) songs before she has to vacate the piano stool, but Rob and I are both extremely impressed and pick up her live CD on the way out, in lieu of being able to make it to tomorrow night's solo gig at the tiny 12-Bar Club in Denmark Street, tempting though this is. 

No sooner has Alicia left the stage than some figures emerge from the shadows and start setting up for...

Bitter Ruin

... tonight's second support act and definitely the most wonderfully intriguing thing I've seen in a long while. Things start well when I notice that a cello is being tuned, which is always a plus point in my book - never enough cellos at rock gigs (and the more tuned, the better). Aside from the guest cellist, Bitter Ruin is a duo comprised of guitarist Ben Richards and vocalist Georgia Train (middle name presumably 'Midnight') - so far, so student union open mic night.


Photo: Bitter Ruin Facebook page / 
Jenny May Finn Film & Photography

Opening song 'Gentle Man' starts nicely, with some minor strummed arpeggios bringing to mind a slow tango, and Georgia's breathy, controlled vocals begging us to stop chatting and listen up. And then, from out of nowhere comes what can only be described as a primal scream from the very depths of her soul - only it's an actual pitch-perfect note. And another. And then another. This girl has the lung capacity of a deep sea diver and the raw power of a market stall trader, only rolled into something way more melodic than it has any right to be. I look around to see that I'm not alone in being completely stunned - I'm not sure I can tell who's loving it and who's hating it, but one thing's certain, she can't be ignored.

All the words I want to use to describe Georgia's vocals would normally conjure up horrible mental images when applied to singing: screeching, wailing, yelling, bleating, even yodelling now and again - and yet somehow she manages to reclaim them as something not only listenable but downright mesmerising. She brings to mind at various points Regina Spektor, Anja Garbarek and Kate Bush in equal measures, but without ever sounding anything other than utterly original. I'm always loath to join the X-Factor bashing-bandwagon (way too easy), but I'm sorry Louis Walsh, THIS is what being 'born to sing' sounds like.


Photo: Bitter Ruin Facebook page / 
Jenny May Finn Film & Photography

And just when you think Ben is simply Georgia's back-up guitarist, we come to the second song, 'Trust' -  (a link to the video is right there for you but it's also available as a free download from their website, and I urge you to go and have a listen for yourself.) Starting with flamenco-ish style guitar (something of a feature of their sound and even their image to an extent), it's not long before Georgia's dramatic, piercing vocals are loosening the audience's earwax. But what's this? The chorus knocks things up several gears, with frantic guitar thrashing accompanying call and response vocals between the pair - and then Ben takes the second verse and reveals himself to be every bit as accomplished a vocalist as his partner, in a more earthy, bluesy way but just as powerful.


Photo: Bitter Ruin Facebook page / 
Jenny May Finn Film & Photography

Frankly I could sit here raving all night about Bitter Ruin, but I expect you clicked on this expecting to read something about Ben Folds Five, so I'll have to leave it there. Suffice it to say, however, that over the course of the 6-song set, I'm turned into something of a convert, especially by closing number 'Child in a Seacave' which is apparently the song which got them the gig with Ben, and is the closing track on their new EP.

The 4-track EP, by the way, entitled "The Rocket Sessions", is highly recommended, containing as it does 4 amazing songs showcasing both the soulful and crazy side of the two vocalists, and some fine guitar playing (and cello too, for those who enjoy such things as much as I do.) It also reveals some of the bizarre subject matter and sweariness which turns out to be a huge characteristic of their output once you get it home for a little cosy one-on-one action. But do you know what the best thing is? We actually get to hear both Georgia and Ben's voices unencumbered by the studio trickery which is usually applied to excellent live vocalists to make them sound bland and generic on record. (Or, if it's there, it's at least not audible, which I suppose is okay.) Yes, I know, I'm a grumpy old man, but seriously, I'm fed up with enjoying people live, then buying their CDs and finding their unique and powerful voices have been fed through the 'constipated robot' tool.

The last words have to go to Stephen Fry - not someone I often disagree with in any case but this time he's got it nailed.

"Initially rather disturbing, but ultimately brilliant!"


Photo: Bitter Ruin Facebook page / 
Jenny May Finn Film & Photography

Bitter Ruin Setlist:

- Gentle Man
- Trust
- The Vice
- Tom Thumb
- A Brand New Me
- Child in a Seacave


Two excellent acts already down and we've almost had enough value for our money, but there's only one name on the tickets, and it's...

Ben Folds Five

... who manage to provoke levels of adulation I'd thought impossible outside of a One Direction concert, simply by appearing on the stage and grinning at us - but to be fair, we've waited a long time for this. We nerds need our role models, too, you know.


I found loads of awesome photos of the gig by Rachel Lipsitz at this site -
  but no contact details to ask if it was ok to borrow them.
Loyal readers, I am taking the risk of legal action to bring you the best review possible
, I hope you appreciate that and go check out the site for more snaps. Rachel - loving your work.

The set starts in rather subdued fashion, with 'Missing The War', a majestic and haunting quiet piano-based number, and it's a nice chance for both band and audience to warm up their vocal chords, ahead of what might be considered the first song proper - 'Michael Praytor, 10 Years Later', from this year's comeback album 'The Sound of the Life of the Mind'.

Right back at the start of this blog (you remember that, right, it was when you still had hair and everything was made of wood?), I wondered whether we were in for a night of pure nostalgia or if BFF could be considered a rejuvenated and current band again. Well, if the crowd reaction to the drum intro to this album track is anything to go by, I'd say they're still relevant to their fans at least. In fact, far from being a travelling oldies jukebox merely paying lip service to the new album, they play the vast majority of it tonight, and every song is greeted by the faithful like a long lost classic. 

From the aforementioned celebration of friends lost and regained (during which said friend Michael Praytor actually emerges from behind the mixing desk and comes onstage to wave at us), to angry break-up song par excellence 'Erase Me' ("Do me like a pro and taze me..."), which has a rocking extended outtro during which Ben thrashes the crap out of his piano- so exciting I have to take my scarf off.

And then there's the bouncy but bitter 'Do It Anyway', with a rollicking drum beat from the rocksteady Darren Jesse, and the beautiful 'Sky High', which sees bassist Robert Sledge pick up his upright double bass for the first time tonight (yes, it's like a cello only EVEN MORE AWESOME.)


Yeah, that's Robert but that's not a Double Bass.
Rachel didn't manage to get a picture of the Double Bass. I dunno, Rachel...

Ahhh yes, the other members of the band. It's tempting to wonder, when Ben Folds has been playing live all through this band hiatus, playing BFF songs, why it's such a big deal to have the band back. Isn't Ben Folds pretty much interchangeable with Ben Folds Five?

Well, this is answered pretty swiftly with tonight's first "hit", 'Jackson Cannery', which reminds us what a rock solid rhythm section the "other two" really are, and how much of the band's style they're responsible for. Power trios are trios for a reason, and that reason is... well, there are three of them, yeah... no, that reason is that they make an enormous sound without needing anyone else. I've seen many good drummers but I've yet to hear one with such a big sound from such a small kit as Darren Jesse - firmly rooted in the rock style with big old fills but with proper swing.



And Robert is the foundation of this sound, tight as anything down at the low end (ooer), with some amazing bass runs and a lovely crunchy tone which rattles the fixtures and fittings of this lovely old venue. And as well as the sublime bowed double bass on 'Brick' (another "stone" cold classic, eh? eh? Ok, never mind...), he also gets to have a go on a keyboard next to him every so often, adding some wonderfully analogue squelchy synth sounds to some of the songs.

Then there are the vocal harmonies. Almost as much of a part of the sound as the rollicking piano of Ben Folds himself, the Beach-Boys esque close vocal work is back in spades and demonstrates why this is a band and not just a piano man and his backing artists. If there's a more impressive vocal opening to a song than the wonderful doo-doo- harmonies that open 'Battle of Who Could Care Less', I've not heard it. Feel free to send it over.



Having said that, it's hard not to spend much of the gig just watching Ben. No, I mean it's literally hard, he's right in front of us and I don't really enjoy getting neckache. It's just as well, then, that he's an incredibly engaging performer, somehow managing to exude charisma despite his almost-deliberately unassuming appearance and deadpan vocal delivery. It certainly helps that he thumps, humps and jumps on his piano from all kinds of angles, alternating between intricate little syncopated melodies and flat out keyboard abuse. In fact he freaks out with his fists so violently at the end of 'Philosophy' that Rob is concerned he's actually broken one of his keys. It's not so unlikely after all, given Ben's story tonight about how they appeared on "Later with Jools Holland" back in the 90's, playing this song, after which Jools apparently had cause to complain that "that geezer fucked me piano"...



If there's anything that's surprising about tonight, it's just how RAWWWWK you can be using only a piano, bass and drums - the sound is loud and distorted (in a good way) when it's supposed to be, and somehow there's more raw power here without a single guitar than at Muse a few weeks ago.

What's not even remotely surprising, though, is how good the songs are. Slotting the new numbers in amongst the classics from the 90's albums and even one solo track ('Landed') is a masterstroke, and adds up to an extremely cohesive body of work. There's a bit of everything throughout the set, including lesser known album tracks like 'Selfless, Cold and Composed', but it naturally works up towards a big finish with genuine chart smashes like 'Underground' and 'Army', the latter including a duet between opposing factions of the crowd who want to sing different parts of the brass arrangements (yeah, there are some things a power trio can't recreate live...) And then there's the joy of standing in a room with several thousand people all shouting 'Give me my money back, give me my money back you bitch' over and over again during 'Song for the Dumped'. Unbeatable.



My personal highlight, though, is the opening track from that album I started talking about several thousand words ago. 'Narcolepsy' is probably my favourite BFF song, and the closest thing they have to a 'prog' song, perhaps- either that or one of those Billy Joel epics like 'Angry Young Man' which kick off with a piano prelude before heading off into something different. We're lucky to get this tonight (it wasn't played last night), and we're even luckier that Ben manages to get through it, given that he's distracted by a disembodied hand coming out from under the curtain behind him, attempting to fix a stuck spotlight. Eventually the light gets fixed and the hand disappears, but not before Ben tries to detatch it from its owner with a carefully thrown bottle of water. All whilst playing piano and singing.

The night ends with a crowd pleasing final encore of 'One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces', and it's all over, leaving us to head back to Waterloo to negotiate the carnage still ensuing on the rails from the 17 flakes of snow which fell in Surrey last night. 

Hopefully this won't be the only chance we get to see the band, because on tonight's showing, and listening to the new album yet again on the way home, they still have plenty to say.


Ben Folds Five Setlist:

Missing the War 
Michael Praytor, Five Years Later 
Jackson Cannery 
Hold That Thought 
Selfless, Cold and Composed 
Erase Me 
Landed 
Sky High 
Best Imitation of Myself 
Battle of Who Could Care Less 
Draw a Crowd 
Thank You for Breaking My Heart 
Brick 
Solitaire 
Do It Anyway 
Philosophy 
Army 
Narcolepsy 
Song for the Dumped 
Kate 

Encore:

Magic 
Underground 
One Angry Dwarf and 200 Solemn Faces