Lets take it as writ that part of the deal with “world” music, whatever form it may be in, is that you don’t understand the words and you don’t even try.
This, much like ambient music (which eschews the idea that you might want to enjoy or dance to music in favour of intellectual skull-wankery), gives it a bit of a head start when it comes to the throwing of the critical spears. We’ll consider it a gentleman’s head-start.
CounterfeitCulture Mix Spring 2013: A Mix Of Remixes by Cjeggett on Mixcloud
Pob is either an excellent Alan Partridge style piss-taker or something a magnitude more tragic.
The Shins covering the flaming lips - in the best possible way. This should be all you need to skip ahead and just plug it into your ears. However, if you need further coercion:
Wild Norfolk-based electrofuck animal music collective Deep Throating return with their second album - and they’re ready to straddle the carcass of any animal, living, dying or dead to get their music out.
Bike Thief mean well. They’re part of the springly, prickly form of what can only be tentatively called “folk” these days. Folk music of course no longer means the shared stories of people, and is more easily identifiable by a turned up nose and a shit beard.
Do you remember the first time you listened to a Four Tet album? It was a strange thing. It was cerebral and intelligent, but with a beat which you could almost dance to. It wasn’t just clever, it was also able to grip those fleshy-hand-strings and give ‘em a good old rub-down.
Nora Jones was always one with a voice to sell a cup of coffee. A bit of light jazz, add a the accoustic echo of a rainy sunday afternoon and suddenly it’s all perculators blazing. Figuratively speaking.
The sub-title of this review could be “Is there a place for 90’s throw-back indie-rock?”
I won’t hold you in suspense, the answer is no, not particularly - or if there is a space for it it’s in the multi-disc changers of worn ford mondeos of family men who once quite fancied PJ Harvey.
Some albums seem split in two. While this one may come with a remixes disc, the divide doesn’t appear here.
No the fault-lines in the album run through every song, and every “remix”.
