Bless Playlist 6/12/05

The Bristols
The Bristols… ahh, how we loved their vintage rocking

Bit of a different night tonight as it was the Komakino Xmas Party/Gig night. So, my playlist is a little more indieish than usual, a little less hip hop, much longer and I actually play two songs by the same band! Yes, it’s my pet hate but how could I refuse a request for The Bristols. I was just immensely startled I’d found another fan. Yep, yep. And, reversing my usual order, I can tell you that the best old tune tonight was The Bristols’ ‘Who Does She Think She Is?’ Have a listen to it by clicking here if you fancy a bit of class retro-indiepop-French-chanteuse stomping.

Jeans Team
Jeans Team. Funky as fuck.

The best new track was Jeans Team‘s ‘Oh Bauer.’ It’s another track that actually came out in my DJing hiatus, I think I’m all caught up now.

What can I say about Jeans Team? Well, they’re from Berlin, they also released the ultramarvellous ‘Baby 3 ‘ which I’ve played a hell of a lot when DJing and they’ve made one of my fave albums this year with their ‘Musik Von Oben.’

‘Oben’ is simply one of the best electronic albums I’ve ever heard. Unlike a lot of contemporary indielectro, Jeans Team have got inside the process of making electropop, deconstructed it and then re-assembled it anew. Yes, it clunks and blips, yes there are swoops and squeals but, crucially, it has the melodic depth, exquisite arrangement and timbral layering that few electro-dilletantes have. If you’re a true fan of electropop, if you love the pioneers like Kraftwerk, Telex and Yellow Magic Orchestra, you’ll love this brave, stupid, clever, playful album.

Tonight, youse hoird:

The Samuel Jackson Five – If You Show Off The Milk, Who’s Gonna Buy The Cow?
Soundtrak – Available Memory
Broken Social Scene – 7/4 (Shoreline)
The Decemberists – July, July!
Jeans Team – Oh Bauer
The Locust – Identity Exchange Program Rectum Return Policy
Riddle Of Steel – Baby Bird
Percee P – Day At The Races
Cats On Fire – Higher Grounds
Ochre – Drink Malk
Fugazi – Waiting Room
Suburban Kids With Biblical Names – Loop Duplicate My Heart
Atmosphere – Spaghetti Straps
The Hartmans – Indiependent
Elliott Smith – Son Of Sam
Modeselektor – Dancingbox (Featuring TTC)
The Fall – Mr. Pharmacist
The Perceptionists – Memorial Day
Throwdown – Raiseyourfist
Why? – Sanddollars
Wolf Parade – Shine A Light
2for5 – 100 Centre Street
Agent Simple – Make A Right At Jordsfallmotet
Bear Vs. Shark – 5, 6 Kids
Blackalicious – Excellent
Quintron – Place Unknown
International Noise Conspiracy – The Black Mask
Refused – Summerholidays Vs. Punkroutine
The Blow – Pile Of Gold
Say Hi To Your Mom – Laundry
RATATAT – Seventeen Years
Black Lipstick – Viva Max
Boards Of Canada – Roygbiv
Morphine – Buena
Bit Shifter – Double Density
The Scotland Yard Gospel Choir – I Know A Girl
Bristols – Who Does She Think She Is
Raising The Fawn – Gwendolyn
Jamie Lidell – Multiply
Teenage Fanclub – Cells
Vernon Lenoir – Cruug, Flar, Gorl
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry – Walking On Your Hands
McCarthy – Now Is The Time For An Iron Hand
Channel Live – Down Goes The Devil
My Bloody Valentine – You Made Me Realise
Sonic Youth – Sunday
Reef The Lost Cauze – Give It Up
The Fucking Champs – Never Enough Neck 1
Ilkae – Soda’s Theme
The Charade – Monday Morning
Cunninlynguists – Since When
Postal Service – We Will Become Silhouettes
Bristols – You’re A Moody Guy
Thee Headcoatees – Come Into My Mouth
B. Fleischmann – Broken Monitors

Save The Vic

The Vic Inn, Derby
The Vic Inn. Soon to be yet another office block?

I’ve not blogged about the threatened razing of The Vic Inn because I’d heard too many mutually contradictory rumours.

Now, I’ve received this link. So you can find out exactly what’s going on yourself, straight from the horse’s mouth.

If you head over to the gig section of my photo gallery, you’ll see how often The Vic has been the centre of my night out since I moved back to Derby in ’02. And there are many, many bands I’ve seen there that I didn’t get pics of, wonderful artists like Red Animal War, Throwdown and Half Man Half Biscuit. Where else in Derby would put bands like these on? Where else in Derby would even have a clue who they are?

Derby used to be a major point on the map for live music. If you take a look at the essential Can’t Be Still site, you’ll see that twenty years ago, you’d find seminal acts such as New Order, The Redskins and Cabaret Voltaire playing on your doorstep, at The Blue Note. Yep, The Blue Note!

What’s even more amazing is that The Assembly Rooms actually served the people of Derby back then. Instead of Jim ‘racist cunt’ Davidson and The Bootleg bastard Beatles every two weeks, they actually put big pop acts on. Go on, have a look at the list, and you’ll see then Top 10 chart acts playing, The Human League, The Cure, Soft Cell, The Smiths. We had them all, playing in our city centre.

Not any more.

Today’s pop kids have to shuttle out to Notts or Leicester or Brum because our city council can’t be arsed to actually entertain the people funding them. So, they got rid of the big draw bands… but at least The Vic was keeping the indie / punk / alternative side going and putting on internationally acclaimed artists.

But no – to add insult to chronic inury, they’re planning to bulldoze the one venue in Derby that’s supporting new music and replace it with a bloody office block!

What the fuck is going on?

Is our council determined to hobble Derby as a musical city? They killed-off The Big City Bash, they’ve sapped the life out of The Assembly Rooms and instead of offering funding to The Vic, acknowledging how important it is in putting Derby on the map, they want to kill it too?

Take a look round Derby. Take a stumbling, laboured walk around the never-ending building site it has become. Today in town, it stank of shite everywhere. I don’t think it was the drains, I think it was the council I was smelling.

They want to replace The Vic with an office block? How many fucking anonymous concrete office blocks does Derby need? The whole city is becoming one vast Legoland carbuncle of clumsy edifices and eye-puncturing architectural juxtapositions. And as soon as they build something, it’s ripped up again two months later, like the top of Iron Gate now. What happened to the planning element of “city planning,” you twats?

The Vic can be saved. You can save it, if you really want to. If enough people signed Micky’s petitions, wrote and complained to the council, it would be saved. After all, politicians only care about their own arses in the end so if they thought they might actually lose votes for killing The Vic, they’d instantly rally round it. Wave some votes in their faces and they’ll soon come running. On the other hand, if they think no-one feels strongly…

Hey Micky, how about compiling a list of councillors, noting if they’re supporting The Vic or not? Maybe also a Rogue’s Gallery of the ones a bit too keen on the JCBs? Then we’ll know exactly who not to vote for and who to pester, eh?

Derby is our city, not theirs. These people are our servants, not our lords and masters. We pay their wages, we keep them warm in their comfy offices. Perhaps they need to be reminded that they are public servants, not barons.

Do something, anything, even if it’s just emailing a couple of mates and telling them what’s going on. If you do nothing… well, don’t be surprised when there’s no gigs to go and see and the whole of Derby is one silent warren of clumpy concrete office blocks.