The Brazilian Obsessions 3: The Lord

The other day I was waiting for the bus when one drove by with the message "Nos vamos com O Senhor" (We go with God) on the front. Now this isn't entirely surprising in this country (home of the world's largest Catholic community), but it was on the electronic display where you would expect to see the destination. And I understand that Catholicism requires a leap of faith, but surely even the most ardent god-botherer would flinch at this. Do you trust the Lord to take you home, or do you wait for the next one? Guess what I did.

Man alive, do Brazilians love to get their Jesus on. And when you come from a largely secular country as I do, it can be a little disorienting to see such obvious shows of faith. 90% of the people I see reading in public are reading the Bible. It is very common to see people wearing t-shirts proclaiming their faith and devotion to the almighty. I also find it a little embarrassing, in my own English way, to see such a public display of emotion. Surely this is a private thing, to be respected, but kept to yourself? They parade it in the same way that I used to show off my taste in US indie bands when I sixteen: put it on your chest.

I guess this says more about me then it does about them, after all, why should they be ashamed and hide it away all anglo-saxon style? It's not exactly the Brazilian way. But just so you get an idea of how I feel, see below:


Now do you know what I mean?


The Gutter Twins - God's Children (from the album Saturnalia)

The Flaming Lips - God Walks Among Us (from the album 1984 - 1990 (A Collection Of Songs Representing An Enthusiasm For Recording . . . By Amateurs))

The Future - Future Religion (from the album The Golden Hour of the Future)


April 13th is the day of the office boys and the young.

Speaking In Tongues

I kinda forgot about my Talking Heads round up, so let's bring it back and finish it off, starting here...

My favourite period of Talking Heads is the Stop Making Sense era. Not only is that my favourite of their albums, it's also one of the best films of all time. I must have seen it 12 times at least. So I guess it makes sense that the album recorded at that time is my favourite of all their studio albums. It's often overlooked, although for good reasons. It isn't produced by Brian Eno, it doesn't have Psycho Killer or Once In Lifetime on it and it was recorded in the eighties when everyone thinks of them as the quintessential New York seventies group. However it possesses possibly the finest opening quartet of songs in all of rock (Burning Down The House, Making Flippy Floppy, Girlfriend Is Better, Slippery People) and the finest song David Byrne ever wrote (This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)). It a perfectly realised balance between pop, punk, funk and afrobeat, one which neither they or anyone else has bettered.

Two Note Swivel (unfinished outtake)

Burning Down the House (alternate version)



The 23rd of March is the day of the meteorologists.

Best Of The Blogs: 02/08

Here are my favourite tracks from February's blog pillage:

Sebastien Tellier's new album, Sexuality, is a splendid collection of breathy French housey pop, with production by Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo of Daft Punk. It's not as full on as you would expect from that association, referencing more Daft Punk's love of 70's AM rock, as previously heard on Digital Love. It sounds like the kind of music that fellow Frenches Air and Phoenix attempted (and failed, in my humble opinion) to capture. Here's my favourite track, Divine, which reminds of a The The hit from the eighties which I can't remember the name of.

Sebastien Tellier - Divine

Amazingly, I have just read that this song will be representing France in the Eurovision song contest! Who's representing Britain, Four Tet?


I kept reading about this White Williams chap, and from this track, I will definitely need to know more:

White Williams - New Violence

Free Blood features John Pugh, a former !!!-ster, and that's all I needed to know to investigate any further. They do not disappoint, as the video below shows:



Free Blood - Royal Family (ACTH Remix)

Here's a track I shuffled across. I grabbed it a few of months ago, and should have put it up here before. I don't know anything about Findlay Brown, but the remix is by Beyond The Wizards Sleeve, who are Erol Alkan and Richard Norris, formerly of the Grid. This is the remix for people who don't like remixes, as BTWS gives the two DJ's the opportunity to showcase their love of psychedelia, Nuggets style garage rock, soundtracks and other oddities. It's one of the best remixes of the last year, and unlike anything else around. It also really reminds of something, but I can't figure out what. Any suggestions would be welcome.

Findlay Brown - Losing The Will To Survive (Beyond The Wizards Sleeve Remix)

Finally, a real classic:

Gloria Jones - Tainted Love

And in other news, DFA records is the best. But they also don't like mp3 blogs very much, so you can go elsewhere to acquire the ace new LCD Soundsystem track, the tremendous new Juan Maclean single Happy House, and the fine new Hercules and Love Affair album.

These mp3's were (probably) snaffled from these fine blogs - Redthreat / Bibabidi / I Predict A Riot / Pinglewood


For those of you who are Facebook inclined, I have set up a group for you to join if you wish. I'm not exactly sure why, possibly it's just to mention the group sleeveface, which is genius and provided me with astonishing image above.

March 7th is the day of the Marines, and of global prayer.

Eno

There used to be a really good second hand vinyl shop in Ruislip, north west London, called Sellanby (do you see what they did there?) that I frequented often, as it had loads of classic records for really good prices. I distinctly remember returning home from one successful trip with three records, Devo's Are We Not Men? We Are Devo, David Bowie's Heroes and Talking Heads Fear Of Music. It was only when I was pouring over the sleeves that I realised that the all three of these records were produced by Brian Eno. In my early to mid-twenties, when I really did my homework and discovered the music that I love the most, he was always there, at every turn. Glam rock, check, punk rock, check, new wave, check, experimental music, check, krautrock, check...

The thing with writing about Brian Eno is that it's really daunting. His discography is so vast and all-encompassing, it's impossible to know where to begin. Do I talk about his rock albums, ambient works, Roxy Music albums (they were never the same after he left), production, or even his installations, motivational speeches, journalism, political roles or 'oblique strategies.'

I think it's best to leave all that aside, and let you investigate for yourself, if you haven't already. Suffice it to say, I know that my taste in music would be much poorer if it wasn't for him.

Brian Eno - Seven Deadly Finns (non album, single release, 1974)


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March 1st is the national day of ecological tourism

The Brazilian Obsessions 2: Boring Place Names

Sâo Paulo, Rio De Janeiro, Salvador...they sound so exotic and tropical to us non-Brazilians. But as soon as you have a basic grasp of the Portuguese language, then you realise that actually these names are really mundane and boring. So here's my guide to boring Brazilian place names:

Sâo Paulo - St. Paul
Rio De Janeiro - January River
Salvador - Saviour
Santos - Saints
Recife - Reef
Belo Horizonte - Nice horizon
Rio Preto - Black river
Rio Branco - White river
Ouro Preto - Black gold
Natal - Christmas
Fortaleza - Fort
Porto Alegre - Happy port
Campo Grande - Big field
Boa Vista - Good view
Sâo José Do Rio Preto - St. Jose of the black river
Brasília - Britain-chester


So what do we learn from this? Well not a lot, obviously. Just because January River is such a tedious name doesn't stop Rio from being lovely. I suppose it does show us that the Portuguese settlers were very unimaginative folks, and that, despite it's faults, Woodingdean is a very exotically named place to have grown up.



LCD Soundsystem - Yr City's A Sucker

Kid Creole and The Coconuts - Going Places

February 23rd is the national day for members of the Rotary Association.

Help The Aged: Tom Zé

Tom Zé comes onto the stage dressed as a record player. On his arm he has an oversized stylus, and various wires are sprouting from his back and shoulders. There is a 12" disc pressed up against his belly. Looking at a 72 year old man dressed as a record player filled me with a joy I have rarely experienced, This is mainly because I haven't looked at many men dressed as record players in my life, especially septuagenarian ones, but I also haven't looked at many geniuses either, and here I am, killing two birds with one stone.

"I don't make art, I make spoken and sung journalism."

Tom Zé is more famous in Brazil then he should be. He is too old, his music is too odd and he doesn't sound like this. But everyone has heard of him, and I even saw him giving a guide to tai chi on breakfast tv.

"I discovered at a young age that I was horrible composer, a horrible instrumentalist, and a horrible singer."

Tom Zé first released a record in 1968 at the age of 32. He was a key player in the tropicalia movement of the late sixties, but kept a distance from the group as he was ten years older then them. He eventually slipped into obscurity, and was rediscovered by David Byrne (it's that man again), who released a best of on Luaka Bop. Here is his seminal, victorious performance at Tropicalia's defining moment, 1968's Festival da Cançao:



Tom Zé is funny. Live, he tells jokes, some of which even I can understand. He talks frankly about himself, sex and politics, and praises the young people of Brasília, as they can live in amongst all this corruption and remain dignified and decent. One of my favourite songs when I saw him live was all about himself. In the first verse tells us that his cd's are very reasonably priced, that we should buy them as they are very good, and that he doesn't understand why he isn't more popular. In the second, he adopts the critics voice to say "who the hell does this Tom Zé think he is? He's too old, he's no good etc." Meanwhile, his band sing a chorus of his name, repeated for comedy effect.

Tom Zé is the best example that I can think of an artist who has remained vital, challenging and interesting into his later years.

"Songs are inside of me, like pearls resting in oysters"

Tom Zé is (cliché alert) a true original, not in the way that some people are because they wear brightly coloured clothes, but because you know his brain is wired in a different way to other people. He makes these sounds because in his head he hears poetry and truth, and if it sounds disorienting and odd to you, well, that's your problem. He reminds me of Bjork (or should that be the other way round?), as he successfully marries experimental sounds with pop, in his case the Brazilian genres of forro, pagode and samba with electronics, odd lyrics and humour. He also has a eye for the visual (e.g dressing as a record player), and the importance of 'performing' on stage, as opposed to merely 'appearing'. He is uniquely Brazilian, but is completely out of place in the popular culture of the country.

Tom Zé was going to manage a petrol station when he met David Byrne.

Tom Ze - Perisseia (released in 2000, at the age of 64)
Tom Ze - Gene (released in 1998, at the age of 62)
Tom Ze - Dor é Dor (released in 1972, sampled by Amerie in 2006)

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Thanks to Stephen for the musical suggestions.

February 16th is the day of the reporters.

The Brazilian Obsessions 1: Public Holidays and Commemorative Days

The first in an occasional series of not entirely serious reflections on Brazilian life as seen through the eyes of an outsider.

There are around 20 public holidays a year in Brazil, which is about three to four weeks off a year, (if it falls on a weekend, it isn't moved). Sounds great doesn't it? The only problem is that I am in one of those jobs where if I don't work, I don't get paid, so they can be a bit of a pain to me as I am always having to reschedule everything to fit in.

But more interesting than this are the commemorative days which generally celebrate saints and professions. Today is the day of the printers and 15th of October is teachers day, for example. Fair enough you think, but some of these days are mental, for example, 9th of June is the day of the doormen, tennis players and people who make prosthetic limbs. 5th of October is the day of the trees. I am not making this up.

I'm not sure what we citizens of Brazil are supposed to do on these days. Maybe we should just lean back and reflect on all the good work that the trees do for us, and consider a life without prosthetic limbs. Makes you think doesn't it?


Below is a new-ish Devo song, which I have included here because of the titles vague connection to the subject:
Devo - Watch Us Work It

What do you think?


The image above comes from here. Have a look, it's really good, honest.

Help the Aged: Wyatt Riot

Robert Wyatt released a new album last year, and I wanted use him as an example of a musician who has continued to stay interesting and essential despite the ageing process. His new album, Comicopera, is a beautiful, dreamy jazz influenced experimental, but still pop, work, and I would highly recommend you get it. Tremendous stuff.

Robert Wyatt - A.W.O.L

Albums Of The Year 2007

So here it is, the gospel according to Jamesinbrasil. After a year of painstaking research, which has led to a list not that dissimilar to other blogs and publications, these are my favourite records of the year:

1) LCD Soundsystem - Sound Of Silver
2) MIA - Kala
3) Beirut - The Flying Club Cup
4) Patrick Wolf - The Magic Position
5) Battles - Mirrored

And in my usual, "here's everything I thought was any good and in no particular order" way are the rest:

Modeselektor - Happy Birthday
Justice - †
DJ Medhi - Lucky Boy
Bjork - Volta
PJ Harvey - White Chalk
Radiohead - In Rainbows
Devandra Banhart - Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Mountain
Feist - The Reminder
White Stripes - Icky Thump
Yoko Ono - Yes I'm A Witch
Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
Robert Wyatt - Comicopera
Boyz Noize - Oi Oi Oi
Daft Punk - Alive 2007
Simian Mobile Disco - Attack Decay Sustain Release
Tinariwen - Aman Inam: Water is Life
Grinderman - Grinderman
Dizzee Rascal - Maths and English
Burial - Untrue
Panda Bear - Person Pitch
Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam
Dirty Projectors - Rise Above
Liars - Liars
Fiery Furnaces - Widow City
Deerhoof - Friend Opportunity
Ricardo Villalobos - Fabric 36
Marnie Stern - In Advance of the Broken Arm
Dan Deacon - Spiderman of the Rings
Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?
!!! - Myth Takes
CocoRosie - The Adventures of Ghosthorse & Stillborn
Supermayer - Save The World
Horrors - Strange House
V/a - Brasil 70
Bonde Do Role - With Lasers
Klaxons - Myths of the Near Future
Bangers & Cash - EP
Digitalism - Idealism
Thurston Moore - Trees Outside The Academy
Field - From Here We Go Sublime
Dinosaur Jr - Beyond
Deerhunter - Cyptograms
Grizzly Bear - Friend EP
LCD Soundsystem - Fabric 36
Okkervil River - The Stage Names
Menomena - Friend and Foe
Hot Chip - DJ Kicks
Shellac - Excellent Italian Greyhound
Lupe Fiasco - Cool
Wu Tang Clan - 8 Diagrams
Roisin Murphy - Overpowered
Italians Do It Better
Om - Pilgrimage
Patrick Watson - Close To Paradise
Ghostface - The Big Doe Rehab
Alela Diane - The Pirate's Gospel
Miracle Fortress - Five Roses
Holy Fuck - Holy Fuck
Matthew Dear - Asa Breed
Ruarri Joseph - Tales of Grime & Grit
Von Sudenfed - Tromatic Reflexxions
Akron/Family - Love Is Simple
Chromatics - Night Drive
V/a - What's Happening In Pernambuco?

There's 63 albums there, so it must have been a fantastic year. Those top 5 are all superb albums, brimming with originality and tremendous songs, which is what it's all about really. So what do you think I missed? And what were your favourites? Comment away...

Christmas in Brazil 2007: Natal in Natal

This year we spent Christmas in the north east of Brazil, in the city of Natal. Coincidentally, natal is also the Portuguese word for Christmas. How apt. The city itself is quite pleasant, but the main attractions are the beaches, which are breathtaking (and I'm not a beach person). It's hot all the time, but there is also a constant breeze, so it feels like you are carrying an air conditioning unit around with you. Perfect, in other words.

Below are a collection of photos, taken by myself and Bruna, with explanations where required.


Bruna on the balcony, 24/12/07:


I discovered this TV show which has live games of Proevo, with commentary. And they say Brazilians are obsessed with football. Natal, 24/12/07:

Forte dos Reis Magos, 24/12/07:

The worlds biggest cashew tree (over 7000 square metres), Pirangi Do Norte, 24/12/07:



My feet in the wet sand, Barra do Cunhaú, 25/12/07:

Digging for crabs, Barra do Cunhaú, 25/12/07:

Barra do Cunhaú, 25/12/07:

Barra do Cunhaú, 25/12/07:

Barra do Cunhaú, 25/12/07:

Barra do Cunhaú, 25/12/07:

My delicious Christmas dinner (fish in tomato and coconut milk sauce, farofa, rice). Barra do Cunhaú, 25/12/07:

Feet, Baía Formosa, 26/12/07:


Me attempting, and failing, to remove some sand from my face. Baía Formosa, 26/12/07:

Baía Formosa, 26/12/07:

The amazing Coca Cola lagoon. The water is filtered through trees to give it an identical colour to Coke. Baía Formosa, 26/12/07:

The border of Rio Grande do Norte and Paraiba states, Praia Sagi, 26/12/07:

The locals, Baía Formosa, 26/12/07:

Baía Formosa, 26/12/07:

Baía Formosa, 26/12/07:

Buggies are key to Natal, they are huge part of the tourist industry. We took a 120 km trip north of Natal, which was incredible. Here, buggies have to take rafts to cross the river. Genipabu, 28/12/07:

Along this part of the coast, there are huge sand dunes, reminiscent of the Sahara. Genipabu, 28/12/07:




And in the middle of this desert, there is an oasis, where people are plunged into the water below. Then they are pulled up the dune by this bizarre piece of machinery, seemingly made from old car parts. Genipabu, 28/12/07:





Sandy cliffs, Pipa, 29/12/07:


Happy new year.

Merry Christmas from Brasil

Hello folks and a feliz natal to you from sunny old Brazil. You remember that last year I posted an almost ridiculous amount of Christmas music. Well this year, I'll just give you one song, a new and very ramshackle Sufjan Stevens number, which I pilfered from here.

Sufjan Stevens - We Wish You A Merry Christmas

Have a splendid time, thanks for stopping by, and I'll see you next year.

Help The Aged

A few weeks I posted some new David Byrne collaborations, and David N commented that he was a good example of that strange cultural phenomenon that makes the young the most artistic and creative. Why is it that so many artists in many different arts become less vital, less exciting once they reach thirty? What happens to their brains? Do they become comfortable because of money? Do their expectations change? Are they tired of constantly challenging themselves? Does this make them lazy? So many questions.

I do feel that in the last few years the music industry has become less obsessed with youth, but only because they have realised that the grey consumer has disposable income and is a lot less likely to download illegally. It doesn't mean that 40, 50 somethings have become more creative, just that there is money to be made. I do think there are some exceptions though, and Byrne is one of them. I have loved his last two albums, and while they are obviously not as good as his early material with Talking Heads, that doesn't mean they are not tremendous. I will be writing about some of these exceptions in forthcoming posts, and would welcome your own nominations. To get the ball rolling: Tom Waits, Bjork, Caetano Veloso. What say you?

David Byrne - The Great Intoxication (live) (From the new album, Live From Austin TX)

This is the news...

As you may have noticed, I have spruced things up a bit round here. I hope you like it.

So I finally relented and joined a gym. We all give in at some point. But the time had truly come, I wasn't getting any exercise and I needed to shape up, because as some of you will know, once you pass that milestone of 30 things start to hurt more for no apparent reason. Twice a week I have punished myself in a room full of bizarre contraptions (I'm sure they have a rack). So after two weeks, what I have gained? Well, I look the same and I feel the same. The first time I went, I thought I was going to die. Now, I just think I'm going to have a heart attack. So as you can see, there is some progress. It's obviously too early to get any real benefits from it, and I'm sure in three months time I will be some kind of awesome muscular man-machine. But at the moment all I have gained is the knowledge that I don't just have a dodgy back, but I also have a dodgy knee and shoulder too.

I went to see LCD Soundsystem a couple of weeks ago. If you don't know, I love LCD more than I love pao de queijo, and that's a lot. So obviously they were awesome, and they did all of my favourite songs, including future classics Someone Great and All My Friends, epic 12 minute freak outs Us Vs Them and Yeah, and the lighters aloft finale of New York I Love You. I was particularly interested to see how they would go down in Brasília, as this type of band never comes here, and the turn out was pretty respectable, although the venue was ridiculously oversized. This town is the richest in Brazil, and social appearances are very important. You have to look good all the time (particularly if you are a woman) and you cannot ever show any semblance of poverty. People can be judgemental, and being seen in the right place is very important. The fact that an LCD gig would somehow become a place for these peacocks to strut both amused and scared me. There's nothing worse at a gig then finding yourself in dance mode in a room full of statuesque posers. What actually happened was that all the people with good taste in Brasília congregated at the front and cut loose, and the posers, in the main, stood around at the back.

Thanks to the size of the venue, there was plenty of space, so when I say cut loose, I mean really shake it, not get all squashed and shake your head. And I have to say, I really went for it, as I haven't danced for a year since Daft Punk. It really reminded me of the sheer pleasure of dancing to music you love, it's a real primal thing, difficult to verbalise. So I won't, but if you like dancing, you'll know what I mean. And if you haven't done it in a while, go on, draw the curtains and shake it.

My current gig frenzy continues with Tom Zé on Sunday (three in just over a month!), I'll let you know how that was next week.

South American Fun

I should be in an absolutely foul mood, as right now, this minute, I should be in São Paulo watching Devo in concert. Arrangements were made, and a flight was booked. Or so we thought, until the next day, when we discovered that in fact the reservation had 'gone' and the price had doubled. And much as I would love to see Devo in concert, I can't justify spending a weeks wage on going to see them.

So instead of weeping to Whip It as I should be right now, I am sitting at home writing this, and I am feeling just fine. That's because yesterday I found out that the mighty LCD Soundsystem are coming to Brasília next Saturday. This city, for all it's strengths (it's clean, safe, and easy to get around) has a live music scene comparable to a Saharan backwater. You would hope for better from the capital city of the fifth biggest country in the world. The only non-Brazilian acts to play here in the last year have been the Black Eyed Peas, Madeline Peyroux, New Order and Dionne Warwick, which explains why LCD's appearance seems so miraculous and unlikely. So I have been saved from an evening of moodiness by Mr Murphy and a very kindly promoter, who I need to befriend urgently.

When it comes to the cultural spoils, São Paulo gets all the good stuff. That's why we went there two weeks ago to go to the Tim festival. This is an annual music festival in three cities in Brazil, sponsored by a mobile company (alas not a very nice man called Tim). It was an outdoor event, with a capacity of 3700, thus making it the largest event I have attended since the Reading Festival in 1996. They have really improved the sound quality of these things nowadays haven't they? I remember at Reading how the slightest gust of wind would send the sound off swirling around the site. There were no such problems here and the speakers were about an eighth of the size.

The first band on were Spank Rock. I am always slightly worried about hip hop shows, as 90% of them are absolute rubbish. Bad sound, no effort to make a performance and cliché upon cliché ("Throw your hands in the air! etc") are recurring issues for me. Fortunately, Spank Rock understood their role as the 'party stater'. They came out leaping, and despite the fact that it was still light when they began, they succeeded in getting everyone in the mood. Their music is lyrically pretty stupid (they have just released a tribute EP to 2 Live Crew), but as a fan of hip hop I have developed the ability to turn off that part of brain and just focus on the beats and the bass. And as the pre-eminent B-more troupe, the bass was big, and loud, and guttural. Lovely stuff. They also had live drummers, and two turntable operators, and stage diving, and it was all fun, and a perfect way to start.

Next were Hot Chip, who like Spank Rock before them, were playing to an audience who, in the majority, had no idea who they were. And they too coped with this admirably, kicking off with new tune Shake A Fist, and then playing all your favourites with a fair smattering of new songs. The new stuff sounded great, as did the old. They are one of the best British bands around, and one of my favourite of the last few years, because they have a precise understanding of how to write a great pop tune. They can take all of their disparate influences, like LCD, and turn them into something of their own. There is a unique pleasure that comes from watching a band that can simultaneously remind you of the Human League and Robert Wyatt.


The headliner (for us at least) was Bjork. As I stated before, I think she's a genius, and this show proved it. She has reached that stage in her career where she has a big enough back catalogue to perform random singles and album tracks, and you feel like you have just seen a greatest hits set. It's only afterwards that you realise the songs she didn't play. So we were treated to Army of Me, Hunter, the Pleasure is All Mine, Joga, Hyperballad, the Anchor Song, and my favourite, Pagan Poetry. I really enjoy watching a performer who has been doing this for a while, because they really understand how a show must work, with the rhythm of the setlist, the importance of the visuals, the balance between old songs and new etc. Despite her eccenticities (and really, aren't we tired off discussing how 'crazy' Bjork is? Don't all of our favourite artists have an idiosyncratic streak, and isn't that part of why we like them?), it's obvious to me that she sees her job as a pop singer, and therefore she has to entertain you, both with spectacle (lasers, costumes, lights, flags) and with sound (the combination of songs, a ten piece, all female, Icelandic brass group), and she does a brilliant job of it.

I also have to mention the two musical instruments she has on stage, the JazzMutant Lemur multi-touch interface, which looks like someone is playing a graph, and the now infamous ReacTable, which is controlled by blocks of plastic on a glowing blue table. I don't know how they work, but the sound awesome:



I mentioned here that the line up was perfect for Bruna and I as it kindly put the three bands that we wanted to see at the beginning, and the ones we didn't at the end, so we could leave nice and early (well, 11pm). So I can't report on Juliette and the Licks, Arctic Monkeys and the Killers as we weren't interested, and neither are you, probably. Now roll on LCD...

Jamesinbrasil's Underrated Albums Number One

I have been enjoying the new album by Simian Mobile Disco, part of this years triumvirate of great electro house records, alongside Justice and Digitalism, but it really made me want to dig out the vinyl of their previous incarnation, Simian. They were a different proposition, dreamy electronic pop, especially on their first album, Chemistry Is What We Are. I remembered this as great record, and sorely under-appreciated at the time. After much trawling around the internet, and even an attempt to purchase the physical CD on my last visit to England, I managed to locate the album, and it almost lives up to my expectations. It's less a great record, more a good record with great moments. Its definitely worth tracking down, and definitely better than its deleted status suggests.

Simian - One Dimension