Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Has Turner's can of Dandelion and Burdock fizzed out?


When Arctic Monkeys burst out of Yorkshire in the summer of 2005, they were almost seen as a resurrection of the ‘angry young men’. Turner's notebook depicting his teenage years of drinking in pubs and getting thrown out of clubs could have been pulled straight out of the pages of ‘Billy Liar’. Ever since, they have seemed to be the band that strikes an armistice between the extremities of the music spectrum. If it’s the kind that won’t listen to anything without a reference to 'Dubliners' or the majority that won’t listen to anything outside of the top forty.

They all seem to treat this band as the best thing since a loaf of Warburton's. The band that’s persona apparently relied entirely on not craving fame had their hit being played at weddings, with kids sliding on their knees.

Although recently, they seem to have become moulded as easily as 'play-doh' into the type of band that they once provided the antidote for?

Don’t get me wrong, I think ‘Humbug’ with the second half of‘Favourite Worst Nightmare’ is their most credible work to date. ‘Humbug’ sustained Turner’s style of humouring British culture picking up its bag of ‘Pick n Mix’from the local Newsagents. Whilst carrying psychedelic riffs triggered by their work with Josh Homme. It could be the case that their recent work is them indulging their dreams of creating a catalogue embedded with northern wit and transatlantic riffs. Rather than just being a John Cooper Clarke support act. But it does initiate an argument of, which building yard did ‘Brick by Brick’ stem from?

 
‘Suck it and See’ inhibits some cracking lyrics. I’ll give it Turner; he does have a way with words. But the style, look and everything else just sounds like it belongs in a CD player of an adolescent girl's bedroom. Is Arielle Vandenberg to blame? Did Alex’s ‘bird’ decide to Americanise them, with some tragic leather jackets from the bloopers of 'Easy Rider'? Sorry Alex but Arielle can’t take the hit. Most of 'Suck it and See' was recorded during your blissful era with British sweetheart Alexa.


The truth is in my eyes is that their re-invention is just a brilliant marketing trick by the band or Domino. A change of image earns themselves an American following entwined with keeping their British fanbase. Although it’s nothing new and will be done again. Bowie being the most obvious example with his transformation from a lad with a clean-cut haircut to Ziggy Stardust.

But, is this an excuse for not providing the excitement that a lot of the British population once felt for them? Some could argue that it's still there; they were exposed as the highest faculties of British talent in the Olympics opening ceremony. Maybe I'm just being selfish at the fact that I can't be blown away by Alex's sheer wit any longer. If it's in the form of a B-Side in ‘Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts' or him declaring that the 'only road's a cul-de-sac' when you hold sexual frustration with an attractive acquaintance.

But Alex, you do hold an opportunity to have me completely sold again. Mould together another Humbug with Josh Homme. Or pick up your VHS of ‘Kes’ and ‘When Saturday Comes’, your Adidas hoodie and become the bard of High Green, once again.


Wednesday, 14 November 2012

'Take the Crown', a combination of Mick Jagger and Mick Hucknall.


 
In the music industry, Robbie Williams exists as an invisible line somewhere between Mick Jagger and Mick Hucknall. Throughout the nineties, he’s had the conventions of a Rolling Stone. The scandal, the periods in rehab and numerous relationships with models and films stars. Although like the physical copy of Hucknall’s ‘Stars’ bought from Woolworths years back, ‘Angels’ will always be hidden in the attic with the Christmas lights. ‘Take the Crown’ adds nothing new to this iconography. Robbie knows that it’s not going to be his seminal work and that it’s not going to change the marmite view of him that exists. His post-modernist and arrogant approach of winking at those who thought the ‘magic was leaving him’ is part of what makes it something refreshing, upon the shelves of your local file-sharing site.

Williams has never been known for being revolutionary, his music has always seemed to fit in with the soundtrack of the time. His work in 2002 with tracks like ‘Come Undone’ and ‘Sexed Up’ seemed to have a slight mellow indie feel, maybe initiated by lads like Albarn and Ashcroft. Whilst the desert landscape on his most recent and best forgotten album cover looks like it belongs in a tour programme for Brandon Flowers and his quartet. Although who can blame him with the music industry working to strict regulations? If you don’t hold the ability to conform to these, then you're stranded on a conveyor belt of performing at ‘Butlins’.

This is ever present in ‘Take the Crown’ through there being a clear attempt to establish himself as part of the electro obsession happening across Britain. Imagine Mary Whitehouse working with Skrillex and LMFAO and that’s something like his track ‘Hey Wow Yeah Yeah’.

The sense of insecurity of returning to the spotlight shown in his 2009 flop is quickly replaced with the arrogance which he’s renowned for as he orders the listeners to ‘liberate their’ children. Although there does seem to be a sense of exaggeration to sell the album. If it’s the ironic halo surfacing above his head in the ‘Candy’ video. Or just ‘Candy’ sounding so exaggerated with cheesiness that it wouldn’t sound out of place on a jukebox in Magaluf.

Although isn’t these the expectations of a Robbie album? Whenever has anyone expected lyrics influenced by the unabridged ‘Ulysses’ with a background of guitar riffs similar to John Squire? Yet, a supergroup fronted by Robbie with Squire on guitar and James Joyce scribing lyrics does seem like an appealing idea to say the least. The next NME indie band is probably already working on it.

Conclusion – 8/10
Williams' fulfils his manifesto of creating an album filled with catchy pop songs, which will surely make an appearance on 'Now' 500. Aswell as probably being used as the soundtrack to Hen parties across Britain.

Tuesday, 13 November 2012

'Skyfall', a nostalgia trip of drinking a 'Martini' cocktail that lacks in misogynism.



Throughout his fifty year reign, Bond’s been accused many times of being influenced by movie obsessions of the time. Whether in ‘Quantum of Solace’, he did attempt to mould himself into a British Jason Bourne. Or whether ‘Moonraker’ did take advantage of the 70s Sci-Fi obsession, this can only be argued. But a clear argument that can be made about ‘Skyfall’ is that it’s adopted the style of ‘The Dark Knight’ franchise. Both share the values of a hero who’s given up after the loss of a loved one. Yet, they are left battling against an eccentric psychopath who holds no intention but to destroy the social hierarchy which exists.  But if this is the case, please can every Bond director re-watch Nolan’s film before going into production? As ‘Skyfall’ along with ‘Casino Royale’ is the most favoured addition to the Bond franchise since the likes of ‘Goldfinger’.

Javier Bardem’s look of a Bond villain is half way between Enrique Inglesias and Jimmy Savile. But he portrays this eccentric character to brilliance. One of the key similarities that the film shares with ‘The Dark Knight’ is creating a villain determined to destruct with no prospect of achievement. Silva and the Joker’s shared ambition to destroy both seem to stem from feeling let down by a patriarchal figure. Whilst in Nolan’s ‘masterpiece’, the joker re-tells an anecdote of being abused by a parent. For Silva in ‘Skyfall’, it’s something much more psychological. Like Bond in many ways, Silva relied on ‘M’ as a mother figure. Yet his trust is seen to have been misplaced, as the film documents Silva attempting to capture the much loved OAP and avenge his years of grievance.

'Skyfall' may not be a feminist’s dream of what a Bond flick should be.  But, if your pleasure is driven by women with names like ‘Pussy Galore’, you will be sorely disappointed with ‘Skyfall’. Yet, arguably the sexist attitudes of recent Bond films have been toned down since the era of Roger Moore. Eva Green playing an intelligent and scheming femme fatale in ‘Casino Royale’ exposes this. With the exception of an intense shower scene during the rising action, the only Bond girl is ‘M’. In a certain way, this has repeatedly been the case in the recent history of Bond. ‘M’ is the only Bond girl that James always comes crawling back to. Yet this is handled with in an increasingly tender manner in ‘Skyfall’ with the majority of the film being seen through Dench’s perspective. The relationship between Bond and ‘M’ is beautifully played out with a tingle of eroticism but ultimately it’s about Bond’s craving for a mother.

Rightfully in its fiftieth year, 'Skyfall' is arguably a nostalgic look at a lifestyle before Steve Jobs appeared on the scene. If it’s seeing it through Don Draper or George Smiley; the fifties and sixties with its romanticised and now corrupt view on life has become increasingly popular.  Maybe society just wants to remember a time before David Cameron had his way? This is used perfectly in ‘Skyfall’ through holding no technology younger than fifty years old.  Bond drives an Aston Martin DB5, and Naomie Harris’ polished portrayal of Moneypenny makes it seem like it’s a Bond picture from the days of Sean Connery.

Some may say otherwise but James Bond has never been acclaimed for creating films that will be influential and historic. They have been remembered for their iconic action sequences. If it’s the Lotus going underwater in ‘The Spy Who Loved Me’ or the opening sequence of ‘Casino Royale’.  But in ‘Skyfall’ it’s different; through the scenes concentrating on emotion over the tired convention of accelerated action pieces. The audience meet a Bond who holds vulnerability and exposes some of the tenderest moment of the franchise, showing the hero that is Bond even undergo a psychological examination. Skyfall is also the first Bond film to bother looking at his childhood. The reason behind replacing action with emotion is down to Sam Mendes being in the driver’s seat. Throughout his career, his films have focused upon middle aged men who’ve lost ambition and seem to have given up on life. A key example is him adapting Richard Yates’ story of a broken marriage through ‘Revolutionary Road’ in 2008. But whoever thought that we’d see James Bond experiencing the same troubles as Lester Burnham in ‘American Beauty’? ‘Skyfall’ is very much a combination of a Mendes film with some ingredients of a Bond flick. A scene of Bond and M driving through the countryside could even be mistaken as a deleted scene from ‘Road to Perdition’.

Conclusion - 6/10
I recommend wholeheartedly seeing ‘Skyfall’, whilst it’s still at the cinema. In an age where ‘Taken 2’ and ‘Fast and Furious’ is the most we can expect from an action film. ‘Skyfall’ manages to add emotion and depth to a tired genre, aswell as taking the audience back to an era when an ‘action thriller’ promised intrigue and suspense.

The best way to describe ‘Skyfall’ is as a catalyst of ‘American Beauty’ and ‘The Dark Knight’.