I’ve never thought: ‘I wish someone would put out a compilation of Bollywood songs done on the steel guitar.’ But on finding out that said album existed, I, like (Bongwater's) Ms Magnusson, moaned ‘I want one.’ And I damn well got myself one too.
well considered and very elegantly put together
Welcome to mix-tape rock and roll.
If your train is late and you’re listening to this you’ll feel like it’s the end of the world.
dripping with more sweat than a couple of teenagers upstairs in a bedroom at a house party
pretty much like standing at a bus stop in a blizzard with no hat on and waiting half an hour until you can get on the number 73 to warm your ears up
Spark Large is very widescreen in its scope and application, and very warm in its overall feeling. It’s got a big Sufjan Stevens vibe to it, which is never a bad thing..
...loads of topless blokes playing diverse instruments, whilst other topless blokes cavort on a giant green stegosaurus. I mean; bloody hell…
It seems that both artist and label fear the ‘obvious’ comparisons with Tundra and Scritti Politti’s Green Gartside.
You know; if ever there was a band who pedalled fabulous, wide-screen, straight-down-the-line Beach Boys pop, it’s Animal Collective.
..equal measure Bow Bow Wow, the Magic Band and a children’s orchestra high on cola bottles.
Now, far be it from me to dismiss a band for such frivolous additions as headgear, but come on lads.
This is a band with an inherent confidence gained from an obviously thorough musical knowledge; they can certainly play around with lots of influences whilst not blatantly ripping them off.
...a close acquaintance pointed out that listening to this LP was akin to listening to a good Duran Duran, (in the sense of imagining for a moment Duran ever actually being any good).
...feral, button-cute Japanese lady in ragged daisydukes crouched on a tabletop pulling the same faces your dad makes while fiddling with the wires in the back of a television...
Heck, take it from a lazy cliche-spewing hack, for even a half-decent scope-out of today's indie music scene you pretty much need this.
Hanging around in old threads glumly shifting feet in the stinking and unventilated airport-style section for smokers, trying not to get eye contact with the smattering of heavily made up Goth/Industrial/Gay Rights types wasn’t what we’d hoped for.
What could be better than spending a cosy Sunday afternoon in a living room with some of the hip & wonderful on the Dutch alternative scene and see a couple of gigs?
Unintentionally the international rugby (which appears on the Bar Pacific’s big screen behind the band) adds a unique backdrop to the gig. The moments where the music and the televised steaming, jousting man-flesh synchronise are what makes life worth living.
We are at music school, and 90% of the people there listen to Led Zeppelin, or some blues shit and they don’t want to make anything new. They only do guitar solos and drum solos and waste their time.