Almost Daily – 1/03/07

March 1, 2007

Too much news in one go:

* Tired
* Going to Cork on Stag Weekend in which I expect to be drunk into an early grave
* Really fucking tired
* Have made a significant start on my dissertation
* A few of my reviews have made it up onto http://www.soundgenrator.com in the last few days
* I wrote a feature article that includes exclusive quotes from Adam, del, Kate, esther, Fyfe ‘Guillemots’ Dangerfield and Frank ‘mother-fucking’ Turner. I may re-write it using the other 5000 words of quotes I have and see who’s interested.
* Malcom Middleton’s new record is great
* The Rapture make me dance.
* I’m tired to fuck
* I got locked out of my house the other night
* DAD AND I AREN’T HAVING OUR TENANCY RENEWED, SADLY. Which means that this little union of a year old in a house we’ve come to know as home is ending about the same time as my dissertation hand-in. Ruibbish. It WILL continue in a new home though.
* I like people at the moment. Shine on.

See you next week, when I will use a whole day to update those brave few who care. Much love.x


Almost Daily – 21/02/07

February 21, 2007

The Long Blondes, Astoria – 20th February 2007

I’ve heard Pixies’ Doolittle, and have listened to men telling jokes, so there was little surprising about Brakes live set this evening. Abandoning the sonic precision of their records they tonight suffer from the performance equivalent of A.D.D., leaving me craving a band open to the concept of rehearsal. Enter The Long Blondes.

I wish I’d lost my Pop-music cherry to The Long Blondes. Imagine that first gig, the thrill of a partner with a fiery sexuality, guitar hooks growling with experience and intensity, barely held back by the staccato rhythm section. The songs, like ‘Lust in the Movies’ and ‘Fulwood Babylon’, barely scratch that rampant teenage itch, and when it slows down (‘Heaven Help the New Girl’) you know what comes afterwards will only be more exciting. Recognition sparks in both young and jaded, delivered by the most beautiful five-piece to grace the stage.

The climax comes during the one-two punch of ‘You Could Have Both’ and ‘Giddy Stratospheres’. It makes the raucous set seem like foreplay. Sultry singer Kate Jackson and crowd alike feed off of renewed energy, bodies moving in time before being bathed in applause and afterglow (B-side ‘Five Ways to End It’ the appropriate closer). Exhausting.

Doves were my first live gig, setting a course of dour clothes and scruffy hair: The Secondary School-ers in tonight’s show will grow up to be the best dressed matinee idols in the land, mark my words.

© Matthew Sheret – 2007


Also go here: Of Montreal acoustic session


Almost Daily – 18/2/07

February 18, 2007


Check this out: Michael Hoppen Gallery

But might I state, for the record, the overwhelming power of that ‘Don’t Fuck It Up’ sensation.
Also known as The First Rule. Commander of action of heart and head, borne of those terrible little nightmares when, suddenly, yes: I do have a future. I do have something that I do.

Doorbell – must go.


Almost Daily – 12/2/07

February 12, 2007


* I realised while sending Adam a text that I haven’t seen anyone socially since I left my girlfriend’s house on Friday morning. This is seriously weak. I intend to live again come next Monday, with a possible gap tomorrow as I re-enter emodom for one night only at Brand New.

* Buy me the lyric book here (and also have a gander at one of the ugliest websites for a major label band I’ve yet to find…

* In ‘On the impression of reality in the cinema’ Metz suggests a “psychological credibility” of the moving image that structures our impression of events. Movement, Metz argues, is critical to our impression of reality for two key reasons: Firstly, movement connotes a spatial presence. The people and objects within the image clearly inhabit their own environment and can interact within the frame to prove the ‘reality’ of the environment they have been filmed in. “Movement,” Metz states “brings us volume, and volume suggests life”. The second reason relates to the corporeality generated by the act of movement in itself, something the photograph cannot replicate. He posits that movement is never something that is tangible, it is something that is only ever experienced in the visual – one can only see movement, not touch it – so to replicate the sight of movement is to infer reality. He examines the clear distinction between the temporal reality generated by the still image of Barthes’ analysis and the moving image, by placing their treatment of the subject side by side. The photograph captures a moment that has passed, and the viewer is left with the psychological impression of it ‘having been’. PHOTOGRAPHY ESSAY BOY WHOSE NAME I FORGET looks at a photo of a prisoner on death row and points out the temporal inconistency of seeing a man alive who is now dead. The mind can only settle on the impression ‘He was alive’. By re-animating this moment, the filmic image creates a greater impression of reality, masking the subject’s ‘real movements’ as a moment in the past and allowing the audience to engage with it in the ‘real’ present.

* Go to this…

* Watch The Duloks…

* Hear the Duloks…

* The Arcade Fire cover The Clash…

* One for my American friends…

* 65daysofstatic are touring around my Birthday. Please come with…


Almost Daily – SPECIAL EDITION (11/2/07)

February 11, 2007

No Almost Weekly post this week: I have been lax, and though listening to music, just haven’t been in the mood to write about it.

No, this post is to ask you all to watch the BAFTAs tonight, especially the red carpet bit, because it’s at the Royal Opera House, and seeing people you know on TV is always amusing.


Almost Daily – 7/2/07

February 7, 2007

Music and Lyrics

The Rakes, last night, were really quite dissappointing. The music was good, the band were good, but the venue is fucking horrible. Tutu’s has the acoustic qualities of a broom cupborad. A broom cupboard filled with awkward shaped walls that makes the sound bounce like an absolute bastard and sound guys who understand the correct level to be “let’s drown the vocalist under a wave of bass and distortion”. As for the audience, after the Jamie T debacle (though, to be fair, I should have seen that coming, and it’s not like I like him anyway), I’m convinced that guitar music is poised to dissappear up its own arsehole for at least another decade. Thugs and bastards to a man, it was like they’d stumbled into Dad’s ‘special cabinet’ and had their first sniff of whisky before running off to fuck a speaker stack. Who starts a mosh pit at anything less than a metal gig? Who does that? Kids at Green day or another nameless emo band, I get that, but who is dull enough (dare I say it, who is White/Middle Class enough) to mosh at a band who sing about going to work? They aren’t exactly asking for a revolution. Po-go-ing I get. ‘Going mad for it’ I get. ACTUALLY moshing?

Anyway, my rage is tempered by things:
1. Yesterday friends and loves secured me various MP3, leaks and torrents that delight me with their range. Neon Bible anyone?
2. The First of Fence Collective’s Picket Fence E Set cam through. Picket Fence is/will be ten CDs released over the next 10 months with a little news-sheet accompanying it. This month E01 is by Rich Amino, DIY recordings under the title (or, at least, I was). It’s pretty, bare and sweet, knocking strips of most of the acoustic shit that’s been radio bound recently.
3. In my presentation yesterday I, successfully, argued that La Jetee is not a film but, in fact, a comic book. I used Scott McCloud’s definition of Sequential Art alongside pages of Phonogram to prove it (arguing that the reader creates a soundtrack for Phonogram via the text). I’m a genius.


Almost Daily – 4/2/07

February 4, 2007

V2 – onemillionjones

History’s coming down.
On the burned-out detritus of a north London town.
There’s no flies on you or me,
And a cold snap has cleared out these once busy streets.
There’s the bells.

Snow fall is coming down.
If it melts than at this rate we’ll damn nearly drown.
It’s gone midnight here,
And I’m frozen and crazy and moved close to tears.
I’m coming down.

Stereos trickle sound,
Of a plane downed near Jersey as ghosts whirl around.
The air-raid wails loud and clear,
While the bumblebee thrum of the enemy nears.

Let ’em come.

© Matthew Sheret – 2007


So, still on a post-Arcade Fire high to be honest. So inspirational. The acoustics of the venue were not ideal, but just seeing what the ten of them were capable of was awesome. Very much enjoyed Ellie’s surpise 21st dinner last night, sad to leave early though. This afternoon I review MIKA’s album (it’s saccharine pop, that’s as much as I’ve got so far), Wolf and Cub and a few words on Arcade Fire. Oh, and I’ll be sorting my presentation for La Jetee, which you really should watch if you haven’t before.