CD 2
There once was a saying all good things start with a dick joke
(or should I say "penga"?). Certainly my second day at
ATP 2002 did and so does the ATP 2002 Disc 2. Fred Armisen was a
wasted element at ATP, his pre-Shellac were comedic genius, even
better than Chevy Chase. His turn as Niles Covington (erm, Prince)
was only bettered by his self-defence seminar on sunday, which appears
on track 10 of this CD.
I won't lie to you, of the 16 bands/acts featured on this CD I
only turned up for six and only paid real attention to two of them.
See if you can guess which bands those were, I think you will be
pleasantly surprised.
Anyways, kicking off musical proceedings is the floating headfuck
of High Dependency Unit. Nope, I didn't go see them but from
listening to their offering here I reckon had I turned up for the
party I might have gone completely insane, with the spinning and
the revolving. Is this really Can? Am I Boner Boy? Silly question.
I was told the Lonesome Organist was a genuine treat, an
ultimate wedding and party (VFM) act. I was told the movie The Wedding
Singer was originally supposed to have featured the man (lie!).
Or at least it should have. The Lonesome Organist may suggest something
of a novelty act but tell me this is not the kind of backdrop Tom
Waits and Screamin' Jay Hawkins would lynch for.
The gravelly drawl of PW Long was yet something else I missed
and the offering here suggests I missed an even dirtier version
of early Will Oldham (who I hate) type character. I was told the
Shellac song Prayer To God was written about him. Now, that may
be true.
Low, as per usual, offer up he/she acoustics that sound
nothing but lame to me. Elvis was a hero to most..... And upon each
additional turn of the digital disc is begins to sound like something
of the Blur experimental album. That's a low man.
In contrast, the complete opposite noise noise noise of Melt
Banana is something that is absolutely special and I would dearly
have liked to have seen (but didn't, them being weekend two only
and all). Cleverly the raw sheet white noise of Melt Banana does
sound like the great stuff of distortion, standing head and shoulders
above frenetic by the book hardcore, which the uninitiated might
mistake it for. Their track here is titled Introduction For Charlie
and/but it is a third of the way through the song before I realise
it is a cover of Neat Neat Neat by the Damned. Cheeky sauce.
A big highlight for me was accidentally happening upon/across Mission
Of Burma and discovering that they are/were still really fucking
great. I was told they were "hardcore legends", which
was something I took on very sceptically, but their ferocity and
charge was genuine and fuelled sounding anything but dated. And
so I feel they are poorly represented here with a soft (in comparison)
version of That's When I Reach For My Revolver, the song made famous
by Moby (and also covered by Graham Coxon). As much as I dug Mission
Of Burma on the Sunday, I'll openly faux pas here by declaring I
prefer the Moby version to the original (call me Traitor Graham).
Nina Nastasia returns things to a slow pace with her acoustic
twiddlings, displaying her real strength/asset in her strong but
vulnerable (and very beautiful) voice. In the same manner as Hope
Sandoval and Chan Marshall, I have to admit although very popular
with the masses, it doesn't do much for me as I go out in a blaze
of glory but it's the sort of sad joy people love Cat Power for.
I was well prepared for The New Year having already heard
(dismissed) their album and made myself familiar with their lineup
and pedigree (Bedhead, Codeine). Somehow however their inclusion
track here sounds fresh to me, a good version of that there Karate
rock in one of their country tanged times.
Also sounding very different on disc (perhaps ill representing
their general sound), the Oxes sound part of that whole scene
that manages a guitar sound akin to a beeping computer, a strange
observation in comparison to the metallic and visceral sound they
have/had live. However as with the Oxes live, the track here is
something fairly jerky (math, even Don Cab style) which ends up
going on a bit (lot).
Plush turn out to resemble what their name suggests, velvet
on vinyl (or rather digital disc). P
lush are plush, loungey and
cheesy, smoke-stained and out of place. There is an air of Bobby
Conn appeal but ultimately it does sound like the Divine Comedy
(nah good).
I thought the Rachel's live were pretty good but their track
here is shit sandwich. A Denis Leary-esqe review might go "insects
crickets, random piano, strings come in, I go out, lame". No
excuse for it, full stop
Mark Robinson, who used to be in Unrest, reminds me of some
guy on Matador a few years ago called Chris Knox. That's good. Mr
Robinson's inclusion here is a jittery affair, a real treasure of
echoing guitar, inholding a stop start stutter (akin to Gareth Gates
perhaps) that manages to contain a fresh air to it. And for someone
performing on their own that is really good, powerful and memorable
in leaving its mark.
Prior to Shellac performing Disgrace on saturday, Steve
Albini commented "this song describes English cuisine".
Of all the tracks on this CD, this is the song you have most likely
already heard and thus needs little introduction nor description.
For me, Terraform is still the Shellac album that contains my favourite
Shellac tracks and this is the one notorious for the eternity break
in it (memorable for the Peel airplay back in the day and prior
warning of impending dead air). Everything has been said about Shellac
already but I have to say I fucking loved superstar Todd Trainer's
etiquette over the course of the weekend.
The Shipping News offering is less startling. For me they're
still very hit and miss and the track here is a disappointing mish
mash of silly cymbals and silly effects, a slow mish mash of disappointing
atmospherics over a dull offering that makes an occasional great
band sound like a crap solo project. Ouch.
A surprise here is the Silkworm track. Their set (partly
clashing with Arcwelder on the Sunday) proved pretty lame and ordinary
but their offering here equates to fun, verging on adventurous and
proving a genuine swinger. Touching upon areas like (again) Karate
and Braid, it sounds indie rock with genuine integrity like a soft
Fugazi almost. Aces.
The final track and hey, it's Smog. I think Smog caused
most offence over the weekend, the man basically just did not cut
it on his own, relying on reputation and, as my new best friend
who bought me a pint during his set stated, "this is just shit
served up as ice cream". Why'd the prick go solo live when
he is capable of such joys as his track here when motoring a whole
band. Then again, I would question as to whether it is very healthy
for a person in their twenties to be listening to such aged music.
Dr Evil, s'wrong.
Did you hear about the couple who made love in the plumbers position?
They stayed in all morning, but nobody came.
article by Jason Graham
ATP CD 1 by Ady Foley
ATP CD 3 by Rob Strong (and Stuart Fowkes)
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