Claps, Clicks & Whistles #24

Today’s selection from this not at all forgotten series (none of the series are truly forgotten, they just aren’t as lovingly kept as the stalwarts, and are sporadically resuscitated when I think of something to write about) features a bloody great tune, which has all the attributes seemingly specifically designed to catch my attention.

I’ll go no further than to say this is from their 2018 album Future Me Hates Me and if you like triffic guitar-led, female fronted indie-pop, then, if you don’t already know them, you should prepare to fall in love with The Beths:

The Beths – You Wouldn’t Like Me

Told you.

More so.

Claps, Clicks and Whistles #23

To Scotland! And a band who I own the princely sum of one record by, and of whom I know very little.

Here’s what I do know: their 2017 album, In Memory Of – the aformentioned one album I own by them – is ace, and this song, the opening track from said album, lazy comparison as it is, reminds me of Franz Ferdinand in full swing, which is in no way a bad thing.

I have posted this before, here, just a couple of YouTube links back then, since my philosophy was, still is, not to post downloadable links for new bands, but I figure enough time has passed to allow me to recommend this lot again and post a proper link now:

Catholic Action – L.U.V.

More soon.

Claps, Clicks and Whistles #22

Apologies for the lack of posts recently. There’s a couple of reasons, which you can read if you want, or skip onto the next paragraph if you don’t.

No, not this paragraph, the next one.

Ok, the one after next then, pedant.

Firstly, I always seem to get a case of the January blues, when I either can’t think of anything to write about, or just can’t be arsed to write something even when I can. It’s at this point that I’m always in awe of my blogging peers who manage to post something every day; I imagine you know who they are, but if not have a quick rummage around my sidebar (oo-er, Missus!) and you’ll spot them pretty quickly, and also, doubtless, be introduced to some tunes you never heard before but will, in all probability, adore. Secondly, (he says, being very careful not to start a new paragraph), winter TV has some incredible treats, and much of my time of a weekend (when I normally write) has been spent trying to catch up on some recorded stuff, some other stuff on Netflix, and generally wishing there was enough time in the day for me to watch everything my heart desires. I imagine you’ve watched most of them – Dracula; The Trial of Christine Keeler (both of which I’m in the middle of catching up on, so no spoilers please!) – plus I’ve inexplicably got rather engrossed in The Crown, which is something I never thought would happen. A nod though, to Deadwater Fell which started on Channel 4 last night and which I think I’m going to be moderately obsessed with for a while, so brilliant was it.

And – sod it, skip to the next paragraph – thirdly, I’ve been working on The Chain. Or more specifically, I had decided that on it’s return I would make the points I awarded actually mean something, so I have been going through all of the old posts and totting up who scored what, when and for what. It’s a slow process, hindered by the fact that I have to read every post to see where points were awarded and to whom, and I must say it has refreshed my memory and raised more than a few smiles, you funny clever bastards, you. I mention this just so you know it is coming soon, I haven’t given up on it yet, and if you want to make a suggestion for a song that links to Pulp’s Sorted For E’s & Whizz, you still can, by emailing me at dubioustaste26@gmail.com with the name of the song you want to suggest and a brief description of the link between the two songs.

Which brings me to this morning’s tunes.

As I’ve been scouring through all the old Chain posts, I couldn’t help but notice the tagline on this here blog. There it is, up in the left hand corner:

“A confessional trawl through my record buying history…where there’s no such thing as a Guilty Pleasure”

When I first started writing this blog back in – *checks notes* Jesus wept! – 2013, the plan was that I would write about every record I had ever bought, irrespective of how the Gods and Goddesses of Cool viewed those records, in the order that I bought them.

That last part has definitely fallen by the way side in the intervening years (although it does crop up every now and again, usually prompted by watching an old episode of Top of the Pops on BBC4), but it occured to me that I hadn’t posted anything for a while which most people consider to be a terrible record, but which I absolutely love.

For that is the definition of a Guilty Pleasure – a record which people look down on but which you (by which I mean me) has a lot of affection for. It’s not a philosophy I subscribe to, of course; there is no right or wrong when it comes to music because it’s subjective. I mean, even Coldplay have a couple of good songs in their back catalogue (there I’ve said it!).

Just because everyone else thinks a record stinks to high heaven is no reason for you to think the same, nor should you like a record or a group just because everyone else does.

On this last point, I am always reminded of my old mate Colin. I’ve written about him before in this context, but Colin hates The Beatles; not because he thinks they’re awful or that they didn’t make some of the most important pop records of the 20th century, but because he resents everyone else telling him that he should like them. He’s such a renegade, living as he does on the boundaries of society that is St Albans that he doesn’t like being told what he should or should not like. It’s a position I absolutely admire.

And so it seems only right that I should return with a record that most people think is,well, naff at best and just plain shit at worst. But a record which I love nonetheless, not least because it’s catchy as hell, but also because it’s a history lesson tied up in a four and half minute pop song. It’s both entertaining and educating, as The Lord Reith would have insisted.

Also, it supports my theory that any record which contains hand claps, finger clicks or…erm…mouth whistles is a happy record, sometimes irrespective of the lyrical content, as is the case with today’s tune, which is about (spoiler alert!) a mad shag-a-holic Russian monk, his rise to a position of influence and power, and his rather unpleasant, and unusual, murder:

Boney M – Rasputin

And if that isn’t great enough to convince you, then check out Boney M super-dude Bobby’s dancing in this:

It’s hardly surprising he has to have a good sit down half way through, is it?

And just in case that’s not Guilty Pleasure enough for you, here’s a song which samples (a different song by) Boney M, which everyone I know treated like it was something unpleasant that they’d trodden in, but which I think is just brilliant:

Duck Sauce – Barbra Streisand

No, you’re right. I really don’t care what you think. That’s the point.

More soon.

Claps, Clicks & Whistles #21

I’ll be honest, I have been devoid of inspiration for a while, hence the sporadic posts.

But here’s something which popped up on my iPlayer earlier yesterday, as I rode the bus into work, which practically made me yelp with excitement.

Which drew some funny looks from fellow travellers, but I think the majority of them are getting used to my strangled emissions by now.

Anyway, here’s a tune which further endorses my theory that any song which contains either hand-claps, finger-clicks or…um…lippy whistles is almost always a magnificently cheerful one:

Super Furry Animals – Play It Cool

And if that doesn’t get your weekend off to a cracking start, then nothing will.

More soon.

Claps, Clicks & Whistles #20

Blimey, it’s been a while since I wrote one of these!

For those of you who don’t recall the thrust of this series, or those who have only started frequenting these pages in the not unsizeable gap that is since March 2018, here’s the giste: I have a theory, and that theory is that any song which features either handclaps, finger-clicks or whistles can only be fantastic (and generally upbeat) records. This series sets out to test this theory.

So far, I have been 100% correct, but then I do have the slight advantage of being the content provider/writer/editor.

So I’ll keep it brief, for this artiste needs no introduction whatsoever:

Prince – I Could Never Take The Place Of Your Man

More soon.

Claps, Clicks & Whistles #19

Toronto: not just in Canada, but from Canada.

I refer, of course, to the band Toronto, who, having formed in Toronto, must have spent a really long time at the whiteboard, blue-sky thinking, before they came up with the moniker they chose for their band.

This is by them, a prime slice of early 80s US MOR rock, which reached the giddy heights of #5 in the Canadian charts, #77 in the US charts, and absolutely nowhere in any other chart in the world ever. Don’t let that put you off though:

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Toronto – Your Daddy Don’t Know

There’s a better version of that though, from a film I’ve never seen. I suspect from what I have seen and heard about it, Fubar: The Movie is a sort of Canadian slacker Spinal Tap meets Bill & Ted type affair. And why would I want to watch that when I can watch This is Spinal Tap itself, or the actual Bill & Ted films?

But this version is faster, punchier and meatier than the original:

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The New Pornographers – Your Daddy Don’t Know

More soon.

Claps, Clicks & Whistles #18

I’m going to assume you’re all clever enough to be watching Mum.

No??

*Deep breath* Okay…

I mentioned it in passing way back here when the first series was on, and the show is currently nearing the end of it’s second series on the BBC.

Written and directed by Stefan Glaszewski, who cut his comedy teeth in sketch group Cowards and was also responsible for the almost as brilliant Him and Her, it tells the story of Cathy (played by Lesley Manville), trying to carry on after the death of her husband. Which doesn’t sound like the most cheerful of premise for a comedy show, I’ll admit, but it’s so well written and acted it’s pretty much perfect and irresistible.

The ensemble cast includes her son, Jason (Sam Swainsbury) who still lives at home with her (and is always eating), and his girlfriend Kelly (Lisa McGrills) who, shall we say, is not the brightest bead on the rosary. As with Him and Her, every episode is filmed in the same location, the family home, where Cathy, Jason and Kelly are inevitably visited by Cathy’s newly-separated brother Derek (Ross Boatman) and his hideously wannabe posh new girlfriend Pauline (Dorothy Atkinson), who spends every scene looking down her nose at whoever she is on screen with her. Also in tow are her in-laws, the fabulously cantankerous, bewildered and foul-mouthed Reg (Karl Johnson) and Maureen (Marlene Sidaway).

And then there’s Michael (Peter Mullan). I’ve only ever seen Mullan play tough nuts, bad guys or Swanney (aka Mother Superior, on the account of the length of his habit, in Trainspotting) before, so his portrayal of Michael is a real revelation to me. Michael clearly is clearly smitten with Cathy, is forever popping round to do jobs for her in the hope that she’ll notice him in “that way”, never able to tell her that he has feelings for fear of ruining their friendship. Every time he is interrupted by someone else walking into the room when he’s alone with Cathy, who can see in his eyes the inner torment that’s raging.

It’s this relationship which forms the heart of the show, a “will they/won’t they” scenario that you’re genuinely hoping will end positively, even though you know that will almost definitely spell the end of the programme.

Often with the show, it’s not about what is said, it’s the silences, the nuances, the looks between the characters that really makes Mum so wonderful. It’s like a funny Pinter play. I can’t speak highly enough of it, so if you haven’t done so yet, check it out on the BBC iPlayer whilst you still can. Suffice it to say, if you loved Detectorists – and if you didn’t then we can never really be friends – then chances are you’ll also love Mum.

Oh, and then there’s the theme tune, a revival of the 1931 Carter Family song “When I’m Gone”, which, depending on which corner of the internet you look, is either called “You’re Gonna Miss Me”, “Cups”, “When I’m Gone”, “Cups (You’re Gonna Miss Me)” or “You’re Gonna Miss Me (Cups)” and so on and so forth. What is not up for debate is that it’s by Lulu and the Lampshades, and the “Cups” refers to the method of percussion used in their interpretation, but I’m pretty sure I can hear some claps and clicks in there too:

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Lulu and the Lampshades – You’re Gonna Miss Me

More soon.

Claps, Clicks & Whistles #17

Something pretty bloody wonderful to kick off your weekend.

The Pipettes seem to have ground to a halt, but the three band members involved with their short fifteen minutes of fame have moved on to other projects, with varying degrees of success: Rose Elinor Dougall is a solo artist but also performs in Mark Ronson’s band; Rebecca Stephens seems to flit between recording under the name Electric Blue and Projectionists, whilst Gwenno Saunders has toured playing keyboards for some chap called Elton John, whoever he is, and in 2014 released the simply stunning Welsh language album Y Dydd Olaf, which if you’ve never heard I can heartily recommend, even if, like me, you don’t understand a ruddy word she’s sing.

The Pipettes had a distinct look (predominantly polka dot skirts which would make Strawberry Switchblade green with envy) and some corking tunes, not least this, from 2006, their biggest – okay, their only – UK hit. Given how simply loveable this is, it’s a real shame that their time in the spotlight was criminally brief:

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 The Pipettes – Pull Shapes

If you’re heading out tonight, I heartily recommend that you incorporate this into your  getting ready routine.

More soon.

I Think I’m In L.U.V.

It’s not often I post new(ish) music here, but having got hold of a copy of Catholic Action’s “In  Memory Of” album, I simply had to share it with you.

Mostly, because I’m really surprised that, as far as I can see, none of my blogging peers seem to have picked up on them as yet, which is even more surprising given that Catholic Action are from Glasgow, the spiritual home of the music blogger.

They caught my eye when reading a review of them which mentioned the album had been produced by Chris McCrory, who had worked with Breakfast Muff. Not a name that would ever have piqued my interest (other than for the smutty possibility of Muff gags) had a record by them not been nominated by Stevie from Charity Chic Music back on The Chain (remember that..?) #42 (where, of course, I exhausted all of the smutty possibilities of Muff gags), but it’s a single I really liked, so I figured I’d investigate this lot.

A quick search of YouTube (I’m so modern) led me to conclude they were worth investing in, and having given the album a couple of spins, I genuinely think I love them.

I’ve not quite worked out who they remind me of, all I can say is there’s a lot of indie influences in there (I think I hear Weezer on “Breakfast“) but the only ones I’ve definitely nailed so far are Franz Ferdinand and Belle and Sebastian, which, given they all hail from the same area, may just be lazy thinking on my part.

You can definitely hear the FF’s influence on this, their debut single and the album’s opening track (NB – as usual, on the rare event of me posting new music, I’m not giving you an mp3. If you like this, go and buy it.). Give your ears a treat and give this a darn good listening to:

And, from 2016, and which stretches my assertion that their a new band to its knicker-elastic-twanging limit, here’s their eulogy to one Ms Ora:

See? Told you so. Chuffing ace.

More soon.

Claps, Clicks & Whistles

And so my Christmas break begins. No work till next Thursday, and today I’m travelling up to spend the next few days with my folks.

So, although they no longer live in the same village as I grew up, this seems appropriate:

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Emmy the Great & Tim Wheeler – Home for the Holidays

More soon.