Unlike lots of his contemporaries, Hamilton’s songs also have something to say, they have depth, emotional content and balance. And you can sing along, think of that…
It’s certainly ambitious and what’s so fascinating is that it succeeds on almost every level.
a big, hearty stew of an album
perfect for easing into Spring with
perilously close to sounding like an album of elevator music
the sound of a band full of promise
Clash, bang, clatter, clatter.
It may not have been inspired by the most enjoyable period of his life, but what Sam Jacobs and his associates have created here is fascinating.
Elsewhere in the aforementioned press release it states that ‘Sometimes all you want to do is fuck’. Well sometimes (like when reading such self-aggrandising bull-shit whilst listening to self-vandalising crapulence) all I want to do is yell ‘fuck off’.
It’s mostly the work of one chap, Jean-Emmanuelle Kreiger, who takes a grandiose High European stand on re-working aspects of the Cocteau Twins’ guitar sounds on Moon and the Melodies LP (he must be a big fan of that).
What this compilation does is show just how inventive and off-the-cuff incidental music used to be before execs started nabbing standard chart sounds (or similar) to fill out their programmes.
Despite the odd super-twee moment, it’s a very, very enjoyable pop LP. One for summer.
What really pins it all together though, are the strength of the hooks, the simple pop structures and the feeling that this record isn’t just a set of references thrown together, but the work of a band which wants to communicate with its audience.
The best gig we did was up in Cumbria in Barrow in Furness. It was really odd, all the locals and some artists, it felt like a youth group…
I struggle to think of anyone I’ve seen make songs which are almost 20 years old seem so fresh and timeless.
In conclusion it’s not breaking any new ground, sonically, but it’s a hell of a record made by a band in their prime.
The Antlers are a strange bunch, the bass player & singer looks for all the world like an overgrown teenage prop forward.
Along with songs about college kids, Parisian girls and alcoholism he even finds time to make a love song out of attending an academic conference (mentioning powerpoint slides along the way).
Aidan Moffat and the Best-Ofs -How To Get To Heaven From Scotland
You’d suspect the instrumentation is deliberately sotto enough for you to play this record after one too many in the old Legless Arms the previous night.