Showing posts with label Guided By Voices. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guided By Voices. Show all posts

Thursday, 22 July 2010

Guided By Voices Announce US Renion Tour


I know, I know. This isn't a Brisbane related post, but I felt compelled to announce the Guided By Voices reunion tour. Considering this blog is named after a lyric in 'Tractor Rape Chain' from Bee Thousand, it is relevant enough. Skeptics often liken attending reunion tours to sleeping with your ex-girlfriend, but I cannot deny that I would be excited by the prospect of the band coming to Australia, though it would seem highly unlikely at this stage.

Bee Thousand and Alien Lanes are two records which summarise everything I love about pop songs. If you haven't listened to them, I suggest doing so or alternatively punching yourself in the face.

Here are a few youtube clips of some classics. 'I am a Scientist' from Bee Thousand, 'Game of Pricks' (probably my favourite song of all time) and 'My Valuable Hunting Knife' (this version is slower than the album version for some reason and recorded in a slicker fashion, but not as good). Keep in mind that none of these clips do justice to the album versions.







Sunday, 31 May 2009

All I dig is bottomless



Monday, 5 January 2009

Songs I Love: Game of Pricks - Guided by Voices.


Two posts in one day, who would have thought?

When I first started this blog a few weeks back, I warned everyone that I could talk endlessly of my love for Guided by Voices (indeed, if you were not aware, the title of the blog is a GbV lyric). Well, this is my first Guided by Voices post well, post-warning.

You see, I am absolutely I'm obsessed with the Guided By Voices masterpeice "Game of Pricks" off the 'Alien Lanes' LP. Prior to hearing this, I never had a strong contender for my favourite song ever, but I think this one is as close as it gets.

It epitomises everything I look for in a song. Its short, jangly, instantly accessible, with clever and poetic lyrics. Furthermore, it doesn't dabble in musical wankering (also, I love songs written in major keys, they're just so happy! Yeah, thats right, fuck the minor keys)

I'll touch on the lyrics. To me, they seem to document, like all good pop songs should, male-female romantic relationships. I get the undercurrent of infidelity particularly around the last part of the chorus.

'And, I never asked for the truth, but you owe that too me'


The Game of Pricks could mean a lot of things. I believe Pollard aludes to the open romantic market, what happens to someone when they come out of a extended romantic relationship.

The song could have a lot of differing meaning for a lot of differing people. For the individual, it might mean something on one day, then take on a differeing intepretation the next. The song is fluid and dynamic.

Hrm, thats a bit of stating the obvious there, as this is not something rare in music or poetry or any other creative genre. But I guess this is the essence of loving music, isn't it?

If you haven't heard the song, check out this live performance from a few years back.

Sunday, 28 December 2008

My 2008: Artists and Records of Note.


‘Best of’ lists are a collective certainty in the music blogging world, and I am personally not adverse to them myself. In fact, I think it’s a great method of discovery new artists, and celebrating the lesser known genius that occasionally elude the mainstream press. Everyone enjoys spinning yarns about the aural pleasures that have popped up throughout a calendar and I’m not going to buck the trend by not doing one.

As I’ve said elsewhere before, it can take me some time to ‘discover’ acts from bygone years and I’m not going to attempt to try write an article solely devoted to my favourite new bands or records that have been released throughout 2008. Some of these relationships can be fleeting anyway. I’ll give you a concise overview of records and artists who have dominated my speakers throughout the year.

For most of the year, I’ve been on the move, traveling to several new continents. Consequently, the diverse musical tastes of fellow travellers, work pals and other new friends have facilitated my exposure to many new artists. Generally, I can sum up the year with a few bands that, while most of them I’ve heard of, I grew to appreciate. Sort of like a fine wine I guess (alternatively insert some other innocuous metaphor here).

Wilco was one band that asserted itself in my consciousness with their classic “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” album accompanying me throughout South America (I do recall with fondness traversing the Bolivian salt flats with ‘Jesus Etc’ belting from the four-wheel drive speakers). I now curse myself for once giving up the opportunity to see the band live a few years back when I was slightly ignorant of their talent.

Ryan Adams is another artist that I grew to appreciate, particularly his most recent release “Easy Tiger”. I had cycnically assumed Adams as a petulant rock star of little talent and all hype, but now I’m a bit more forgiving. Yes, he is petulant and given to some childish behaviour but he does write some rather good little ditties such as ‘Oh My God Whatever Etc’ which is a personal favourite.

Fleet Foxes (pictured above) released their sublime self-titled debut which quickly became a personal favourite. I’m sure if you’ve listened to the radio or read the music press at any stage this year then you would have heard about some of this bands work. Trust me; they deserve all the praise they have rightfully garnered.


As you may have read, I delved into some older 80s punk/alternative music, with The Replacements and their records “Let It Be” and “Pleased to Meet Me”, along with some Husker Du. R.E.M’s “Murmur” has also undergone more than a few listens.

In terms of new releases and new records, the folk pop crooning of Chad Vaangalen and Bon Iver have been a pleasure to find their way on to my stereo. On the flip side, the doom metal of Japanese rockers Boris kept the metal monster inside of me alive and kicking. On that point, I’d never thought I’d ever say this again, but my teenage romance with Metallica was wistfully re-imagined after the released of the surprisingly good “Death Magnetic” (despite what pitch-arse might say!).

Recently, The Pains of Being Pure of Heart have shaped up as a great new prospect and I eagerly await the release of their debut record scheduled for 2009. Guided by Voices, Of Montreal, the Magnetic Fields and a dozen other regulars still provided me with a lot of joy, head banging, shower-crooning and even air-drumming.

Well, that’s a typically meandering essay of my musical adventures of 2008. I hope 2009 will provide even more fresh discoveries.

Wednesday, 2 January 2008

Guided By Voices - Bee Thousand


You know how freakin' hard it is to find albums that you enjoy in entirety? Pretty damn hard, at least for someone with as fastidious taste as mine (I was about to say refined taste, but then again I'm a big fan of Phil Collins). Well, I guess I'm in luck. I've finally found out about Guided By Voices through their somewhat acclaimed lo-fi recording, "Bee Thousand" (though this is not entirely true, I have heard GbV before, I had a copy of the song "Teenage FBI" from their 1999 album "Do the Collapse" lying around on my computer somewhere, and it didn't really do anything for me).

"Bee Thousand" is notable for being extremely lo-fi, the album being recorded on poor quality equipment with little editing, and presumably with very little takes and no layering of instruments. Many people presume lo-fi will result in terrible songs, but oh contraire; there are some absolute gems on this album, with my three favourites being "Tractor Rape Chain", "Echos Myron" and "I am a Scientist" (this one being the closest to a radio-friendly single as you'd get on this album).

With the longest song being slightly over three minutes and each song is suitably different; it's pretty difficult to get bored of listening to this record. I think it is the beautiful simplicity of both the music and the lyrics that make this album such a work of genius. The best songs are the songs where you can catch on to a melody as easy as catching a cold, and where the lyrics convey meaning without having to resort to meaningless melange of polysyllables that don't demonstrate a thing except that one's vocabulary has spun out of control.

I suggest you seriously consider look in to giving it a twirl on the ol’ cassette deck.