Archive for the ‘Indie’ Category

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Rough Gem

July 9, 2008

This song makes me jump about like an idiot. There’s a point towards the end, a musical segment, where it goes completely mental. That’s the best bit.

If you’re into this sort of thing, dangerously addictive. If you’re not, probably the most annoying thing you’ve heard all week.

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Agatha

July 6, 2008

As David Geffen rolled in the cash after the great grunge swindle, Sub Pop’s entire catalogue was suddenly taken seriously and bands we’d never have heard of entered the indie charts. Pond were one of them and I liked them enough to order the cassette version of their album. Cassettes were ace.

No idea why the singer wears a crown. I liked this song because it reminded me of a dare I was sent on when I was a youngster – made to invade an old lady’s overgrown garden and look through her window. I think I shat my pants that day. Coincidence?

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You Go On Ahead

July 5, 2008

Sunset Rubdown are the side project of Spencer Krug of Wolf Parade. Shorn of Wolf Parade’s Springsteen stylings, Krug’s allowed to go all baroque and mental. As far as I’m concerned, his music is the best thing going and he’s a real one-off. This is them playing an unreleased song.

In a cab, for some reason. Further research suggests it’s called You Go On Ahead.

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Girl At The Bus Stop

July 4, 2008

Before Youtube existed and long before the word ‘torrent’ was redefined, us music-fans would have to rely on John Peel, Steve Lamacq and Mark Goodier (yes – Mark Goodier) to play songs on the radio that we might, on the offchance, half like.

Then there was the indie chart which was on monthly rotation on ITV’s The Chart Show – Saturday lunchtimes. I think that’s where I first heard this song. Well – five seconds of it before they played the number one. I bought the single on the strength of that, then subsequently lost it, or sold it, or something. 

It was a double edged sword, watching The Chart Show’s Indie Chart. You were forced to buy albums based on a snippet. Either crushing disappointment or a lovely surprise would greet you when you got home from the record shop and found your purchase (which you’d travelled 20 miles on a train to get) was either an instant classic or, on the other hand, not what you expected at all.

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Regina

July 2, 2008

Quite out of character, Napoleon recommended the Sugarcubes long, long ago. It was before they hit the big time with Hit and long before Bjork was a successful artist in her own right.

I remember sticking this on and being extremely confused by the strange berk who does the weird rapping, then deciding I quite liked it. Must’ve been about eleven years of age.