Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Noel Gallagher Has Much to Answer for Britain Being Crap Right Now

Noel Gallagher and his former band Oasis were one of Britain’s most successful music properties; however, one has every right to think of them as the turning point in UK alternative culture becoming less sacrosanct.
You see, Oasis were an indie guitar band that became massive principally because they were in the right place at the right time, striking gold because alternative music had already become mainstream by that point. It had reached a moment where even those that didn’t like such music were buying into it because it was the soundtrack to a ‘90s backdrop of football, larger and glamour girls. When a particular music scene reaches such a watermark then it can only give way to cheap imitations and less credible acts.
 
Oasis’ music never really stood for anything. The songs were catchy and radio-friendly enough to entertain, but they didn’t exhaust brain matter on the part of the listener to deconstruct subversive meanings. That wasn’t the case with earlier alternative working-class British acts from the north like The Smiths or Stone Roses, whose lyrics were drenched in double entendres and psychotropic ennui. Oasis made music for the masses and generated a lot of money doing it.
Oasis disbanded in 2009 after much infighting. Yet Noel Gallagher’s current stint as the front man of High Flying Birds has seen the singer remain one of the last successful British guitar acts. As much as one celebrates Noel’s working-class credentials, and his rightful bemoaning that “there’s too many posh people in the arts,” it’s harder to take him seriously as a relatable individual knowing he has a cool £30 million in the bank and insists on sending his kids to private schools because he doesn’t want them, “speaking like Ali G.”
But let’s get back to how Gallagher ruined British alternative music culture by turning it into a pleasing fondue set. The benignity of early noughties pop music, coupled with the advent of reality television singing contests, has now given way to a chart where the vanilla sounds of Ed Sheeran, Sam Smith and Paloma Faith accounted for more than a third (34.5%) of UK music sales last year.
 
The British Phonographic Industry proudly declared this week that: "The UK has a rich and diverse cultural heritage and we can be proud of the cross-genre music royalty that we have produced down through the decades to this very day.”
That seems great but the current state of British mainstream music is horrendously homogenised and elitist, ruled by a cohort of privileged singers whose parents have bankrolled their careers, accompanied by lacklustre state educated X-Factor pop stars who’ll defer to industry overlords if it guarantees their record contract gets renewed.
Noel Gallagher, master contrarian that he is, is a bloke that wants―to use that famous English idiom―have his cake and eat it. He criticises the lack of meritocracy in modern music but has himself become part of the establishment.
Oasis can be argued to be the beginning of the end of what was a popular British alternative spirit, but that doesn’t mean Gallagher’s sentiments are entirely out of place. He told the NME last year that: “My bass player summed it up [best], we’re constantly saying, 'Where is the next band coming from?' and he rightly says, 'Never mind the band, where are the people?’”
This seems to be at the core of what is wrong with British culture right now. Our education system insists on propagating conformity through an uninspiring curriculum, while our government extols the need to invest in exportable art that makes money globally through giving people what they expect. Such policies all but guarantee crippling UK cultural progression, not enhancing it.
As much as our love-hate interpersonal relationship with Noel Gallagher sustains, the man shares much of the current woe many grumpy Britons have towards this country’s methods of prioritising music culture. In only the amusingly crass way a former working-class Brit like Gallagher can, he says it best by arguing: “I don't understand it […] when radio stations start focus groups. They literally go outside their building and ask people walking by, 'If I played you this song, what would you think?' and all that. Don't ask the man on the street! He's a cunt! That's why he's the man on the street, not the man in the expensive restaurant eating fucking mini sausages at four in the afternoon!"
Choice words. Noel Gallagher has become the unmistakable voice of UK class warfare as he looks down on those that got him there.

Tuesday, 17 March 2015

-Music Videos on my Mind- Vaski’s “Weightless”

Vaski is a twenty-something kid from Minneapolis whose production skills, judging from this track, that is, are technically brilliant and creatively mind-bending. It’s all very much steeped in an airy sense of nonchalance, so relaxed that one loses themselves in its rhythmical trickery and soothing vocal chicanery. It feels like the music equivalent of a gorgeous night’s sleep.
There’s a superfluous prologue to the music video involving some father-son domestic drama, coupled with unnecessary mash potato themed food fighting that is best bypassed. (Skip to the 1:11 mark for best results.) One assumes that it’s meant to ground the video in a sense of suffocating conflict which leads to eventual escapism, but rather more wastes time in getting into what is a marvellous piece of bass-heavy dance music.
This kid is gonna produce a Madonna album someday … there, I said it first.

Monday, 2 March 2015

Inner-city School Movie Blues

There’s a subgenre of cinema that has been pretty much dormant for twenty-years: The inner-city urban school drama. This brand of movie was launched around the time youth culture was becoming commoditised, but was also popular because it depicted life in big cities in which the poorest kids are sidelined into a constant state of vitriolic apathy and anger. This was fertile ground for fantastic drama and gave audiences a chance to see the toughness of ennui youth
A common trope was the drama of an inspirational male educator entering a hopeless situation and turning it around while discovering a lot about himself in the process. A key component of this brand of cinema was the danger invoked by this situation, the threat where doing the right thing gets you battered or even killed. It also enabled young ethnic minority actors to acquire gainful employment playing thugs and hoodlums.
Blackboard Jungle (1955)
This is one of the most important and pivotal movies in cinema history. Blackboard Jungle pioneered a youth film language that is now the established paradigm for how to meaningfully connect with young audiences.
This was the first movie to use a rock’n’roll song over its opening credits, instantly showcasing the glory of pop music when used in motion pictures aimed at teenagers. Ironically, Bill Haley & His Comets' Rock Around the Clock was merely a forgotten B-side released the year before, but when youngsters heard it blaring through movie theatre sound systems, it took on another life.
Suddenly kids were dancing in the cinema aisles. They got so carried away by the perfect marriage of cinema and rock music that fights broke out at screenings. The UK being the home of rock’n’roll  culture caused the greatest headaches for exhibitors whereby Teddy Boy gangs were so overcome by what they saw and heard that they started tearing out seats and slashing everything to bits.
Blackboard Jungle was pulled from many cinemas over its corruptive influences, but it somehow played and played, scoring four Oscar nominations when all was said and done. It also broke out Sidney Poitier as a star to watch, who in this movie plays a leading juvenile delinquent.

To Sir, with Love (1967)
Hollywood had to make amends for the corruptive influences of Blackboard Jungle on British kids
and Sidney Poitier needed to redeem his delinquent boyhood portrayal in that movie. The compromise was To Sir, with Love, Columbia Pictures’ loose adaptation of British Guyanese E. R. Braithwaite’s memoir of the same title.

Poitier plays an unemployed engineer who applies to teach in a school located in the slums of east London that’s full of degenerate cockneys with bad teeth. Poitier takes names and kicks arse, reforming the cockney scum into citizens that might stand a chance in gentrified London life.
The confluence of semi-hardened inner-city youth matched with a Swinging London setting proved to be a licence to print money for all involved. This life-affirming school drama was one of the top grossing movies released that year. Poitier negotiated one of the most stunning payoffs in film history, agreeing to star for a modest fee in return for 10% of all revenue in perpetuity, which works out to about $25,000 every year to this day.
But it was Britain’s sweetheart Lulu who made the largest impact. Her title song for the movie stormed the US pop charts for five weeks and was the biggest song of the year. Lulu even plays one of the loser London kids, though her dodgy affected London accent is terrible.

The Principal (1987)
The Regan era got an inner-city school drama it deserved, though, like most things back then, it became a hyper-violent action thriller in which a motor-mouthed Jim Belushi motorcycles his way through the hellish corridors of a defunct school in south central LA, armed with a baseball bat.
The 1980s seem a mad time in which edgy comedians were cast in leading roles over credible actors. Also, school kids were suddenly played by actors that looked ten years too old to be in school. It was also a period in which everything became overblown, with dialogue being literally yelled rather than spoken, and everything eventually culminating in absolute carnage.
The Principal was a modest success on its release, and, unlike the films before, failed to harness the power of pop music to sell itself. Belushi’s film career ended with the ‘80s and the crass tone of that period eventually gave way to more earnest attitudes to storytelling.

Lean on Me (1989)
They don’t get more earnest than Morgan Freeman’s part-pedagogue but mostly god-like turn in this
inner-city urban school drama that takes great liberties with real life story of Joe Louis "Crazy Joe" Clark, a baseball-wielding high school principal that reformed what can only be described as hell on earth.

This was an attempt to reground and update the subgenre, utilising established tricks of old but infusing it with modern sensibilities. After a throwaway flashback depicting Crazy Joe’s thwarted idealism of yesteryears, the opening credits features a montage in which a female student is sexually assaulted and a teacher’s head is cracked open by some thuggish teens in a violent attack. All this plays over Guns‘n’Roses Welcome to the Jungle, proving the undeniable symbiosis of urban youth dramatics and relevant pop music.
In fact, the film takes its title from the Bill Withers’ song, but licensing issues led to a cover version being used instead. The film also skirts over claims that Crazy Joe was eventually suspended by his school board after scheduling an assembly in which dancers stripped down to their G-strings. Crazy Joe later said he hadn't known about the dancers in advance, but something tells us that with great power came even greater irresponsibility.

Dangerous Minds (1995)
And so it ends here. This is the last of the iconic inner-city school dramas in which a reluctant scholar reforms the ailing fortunes of school while also bettering their own wellbeing in the process.
Having exhausted the white male saviour and righteous black guy angles, the 1990s needed a woman’s touch, this time adapting former US Marine LouAnne Johnson’s autobiography My Posse Don't Do Homework and transforming it into a summer blockbuster.
Made at a time when movie stars still mattered, Michelle Pfeiffer took on the role of LouAnne and brought in a film that was so profitable it spawned a spinoff television series that got cancelled after just one season. (Pfeiffer wasn’t in it.)
Dangerous Minds is Hollywood trash of the highest order. Despite its adult film rating, the movie was like an infant’s fantasy of urban hardships, but like most films of its canon, Dangerous Minds connected because of its ghetto-fabulous soundtrack. It shifted over 3 million units in the US alone, with Coolio’s signature track from the film Gangster’s Paradise becoming the biggest single of 1995. The song was so huge that Pfeiffer even appeared in the video.
The inner-city urban school drama essentially ended with Dangerous Minds and was superseded by things like High School Musical and Glee.


Tuesday, 24 February 2015

-Music Videos on my Mind- Emilie Nicholas’ “Grown Up”

Norwegian singer Emile Nicholas released the music video for Grown Up almost one year ago and accumulated big buzz in Scandinavian territories, scoring successive deals with indie labels in major music markets. Nicholas recently despaired at the record label bureaucracy that has hindered her traction in the UK, saying: “I get emails all the time being like ‘where can I buy the album in the UK? Please send me an address!’”
Her British label is now on the case, be it belatedly. Written by Nicholas and produced by her and her drummer Eivind Helgerød, Grown Up exhibits those famously Spartan, modern Nordic production techniques of minimalist beats layered in fractured drum samples and airy vocals.  The song is obviously working through some pretty heavy father-daughter issues, but it’s the personal music video constructed entirely of footage taken from historic Nicholas’ family home movies that proves most affecting.

Monday, 16 February 2015

-Music Videos on My Mind- Diet Cig’s “Scene Sick”

Hailing from a place in New York State called New Platz, Alex Luciano and Noah Bowman are a duo whose frenetic five-track EP Over Easy is a master class in contagious indie pop music. Soaking in an innate sense of energy, playfulness and pandemonium, Diet Cig is the ultimate alternative music tonic, steeped in double entendre lyrics and creatively sharp witticisms.
The no-budget music video for Scene Sick is a wonder; a deceptively simple concept in which Luciano’s infectiously crazy dancing rubs off on to Bowman, ultimately rubbing off on all those watching. No doubt the seemingly effortless graphic continuity from one edit to the next necessitated marvellous blocking and accurate positioning, but what screams out most is just how happy both of them look. The two seem so instantly likable and involving that you hit the repeat button more times than one will admit to.

Friday, 13 February 2015

-Music Videos on my Mind- SOAK’s “Sea Creatures”

SOAK is a crafty portmanteau of the terms ‘soul’ and ‘folk’; also being the stage name eighteen-year-old Bridie Monds-Watson from Derry, Northern Ireland goes by.
Live recordings of Sea Creatures have been floating around since 2012, with the music press tipping her as one to watch since 2013, Warner Music signing and arranging for her to perform at major festivals through 2014, and now it’s time to unleash SOAK as Britain’s response to Lorde in 2015 as an introspective but relatable young woman singing in tenderly wounded vocals about adolescent existentialism.
SOAK has been carefully developed by her record company; however, my smarminess shouldn’t undermine Monds-Watson’s credibility as an interesting singer-songwriter. Her type of music doesn’t get much traction these days, and the efforts of those around her to make her breakout in a mainstream sense suggests the industry realises that traditional pop singing styles can only last so long.
SOAK will travel to the States next month for SXSW, firmly in the hope it will be the best international platform for an androgynous-type skater girl writing songs about being an outsider that smart kids will connect to.

Saturday, 7 February 2015

-Music Videos on my Mind- The Unthanks’ “Flutter”

The Unthanks is an English folk band based in Northumberland. It’s a pretty tight unit fronted by sisters Becky and Rachel Unthank, the latter being married to band member Adrian McNally who is also the group's manager, musical arranger and producer. Their new album Mount the Air was recorded in their own makeshift studio in Northumberland, located in an old granary building 200 yards from where Rachel Unthank and Adrian McNally live with their young kids. Mount the Air is released through the band’s own label Rabbel Rouser, which further reinforces group’s demand for complete control and autonomy over the material they produce.
To now, The Unthanks was a big deal on the British folk scene, garnering all manner of top awards for records released during the noughties. Flutter marks shift in their sound, a growth that draws on downtempo jazz riffs, David Holmes-style cinematic electronic compositions, and Portishead-type gloriously melancholic experimental rock sounds. This makes Flutter a pretty unique sounding record that works on both the listener’s sonic and visual senses.
These guys ought to do the next James Bond movie song.