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Jonquil

As winter is knocking at the door the desire to get warm by the fire wood we took a Jack Daniels in hand of course, and feet firmly engulfed in the fur of a polar bear, it goes without saying. At this small stage near the bucolic cliche winter yet lack an element, the soundtrack. These last few weeks, "Lions", Jonquil's second album has been an ideal companion for hibernation. The orchestrations and light parts will create an atmosphere totally mesmerizing, nonchalance sometimes evoking perfectly mastered the debut album of lo-fi Akron / Family ("Lily"), sometimes the softness to live in the western shades of Iron & Wine ('Magdalen Bridge'), or certain passages of nostalgic beauty of the "Tower of Love by Jim Black (" Sudden Sun "). This "Sudden Sun" is just an example of the broad palette of melodic and rhythmic group, able with a simple rhythm of a metronome and some harmonies to turn a walk in a little sensual anthem happy to return with friends. Mixing

unpretentious elements drawn from pop, folk, post rock and even gospel, Jonquil seduced without drowning the listener. They spare us even subtle transitions instrumental among the strongest moments on the disc. The delicacy and fluidity with which they lead the listener to one of the highlights of their album "Lions", is appalling. Some hints of xylophone turn into a rhythm of Parisian accordion, opening the way for a few brief moments chorus telling the story of a world where the lions have replaced men. Out of nowhere, this piece will immediately plunges, accompanied by sounds of thunder. We would like to follow him, see what happens to that spectrum, but the group quickly faded to other projects for us new horizons for us to discover.

But all is not successful. Titles like "Whistle Low" are not just falling into the grotesque where different singers take voice serious and we can not help feeling a slight sense of redundancy when the end of the album. A sense of unfinished business also some songs like "Sleepy Little Pudding" where good ideas and pretty strings are quickly discarded to make room for the vagaries of limited value. This is a biased group to which we must do to truly appreciate the album's finest moments are short-lived. "I guess I should" be afraid, Is That thing's a big decision "they said, summing up perfectly to their music, ambitious but reckless. A lot of ideas, and crafts that blends into the hands of another group could soon reach new heights of self-sufficiency but on the album fit together nicely Jonquil, complement, delight and disappear well before be seized.

Jonquil - Sudden Sun

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musical Blood Brothers RIP

After weeks of speculation the news has been officially communicated via their website, the Blood Brothers are no more. "Young Machetes", their fifth album released in late 2006, described as their worst album by longtime fans, however, was one of my discs of the year. After a first test half tint on the previous album "Crimes", they had finally found the balance between the screeches and howls other features and sense of melody that they suspected that since "Burn Piano Island, Burn" but they have always persisted in burying them under his brutal. Many thought they had softened, but they delivered an album actually much more subtle and varied. From the outset the Blood Brothers set the tone with their biggest single, "Set Fire to the Face on Fire". Hymn arsonist, screaming in his car by reproducing awkwardly percussion on the wheel. Far from being a shot in the water they outbid the same album with the huge "Laser Life". "Young Machetes" is actually the album's most singable of the group. Can not help but to accompany them on "Spit Shine Your Black Clouds" that verges on romantic stroll for them, yelling for "Vital Beach", to sing the "wooh-oh oh oh oh!" for "Huge Gold AK-47", etc.. This is undoubtedly my favorite album Blood Brothers and one to which I will return the most.

The Blood Brothers are no longer with them and it's a whole part of my musical world that is threatened with extinction. I will not be sentenced to attend only Concert folkeux weeping over their acoustic guitars and other bizaroïdes surrounding himself with drum machines, loop pedals and synthesizers tampered with. Which group will in future give me a good half-pissed concert? The landscape is far from rosy at the moment. I do not believe in the reformation of Rage Against The Machine, At The Drive-In have thrown in the towel years ago, Death From Above 1979 also Mclusky do not talk about ... Fortunately none of the musicians are dead and they are all active in other projects, but none reach the level of the group that made them famous. Jaguar Love and Neon Blonde, both from the Blood Brothers are struggling to convince. I never been cashed The Mars Volta and despite a good debut album Sparta seems to have become a bit anecdotal. Only Future of the Left, from the ashes of Mclusky, leaving their game with "Curses" one of the best rock albums of the year guts.

The Seattle quintet is leaving the summit of his art, it's probably better that way. With their five albums and two concerts I attended (Pukkelpop 2005, Trix 2007) they have at least contributed honorably to destroy my eardrums. Thank you.

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This Town Needs Guns Live

The chronicle of four songs from This Town Needs Guns on the album they share with Cats and Cats and Cats, released mid September on the independent label Big Scary Monsters (Yndi Halda, Meet Me in St Louis, Jeniferever) running through my head for some time. I listen to these songs every day for weeks, often several times a day, and I struggle to identify what attracts me so much in this quintet of Oxford. Classically trained guitar / vocals / bass / drums / piano practicing a rock at the cross roads of London and technicians indie melodic North of England can not yet not mean that the group revolutionized a genre. Maybe this is the guitar playing, beautiful and fast, technical without being overbearing, constantly emphasizing the melody feat, devoid of traditional agreements, which truly transforms the guitar into a second voice, a second vector emotion. Or the piano accompanying subtly sweetest moments of their music, knowing how to forget when not required, to return in style to highlight the best passages. Or simply the voice of Stuart Smith, still in the reservoir, perfect for strolling in the streets nostalgic night of a rainy city. Our favorite bands all have an optimal time to be heard and for me it was in this situation I most This Town Needs Guns; when I got home at night, headphones firmly screwed on the ears, hands in pockets, facing a fine drizzle, his face illuminated by the headlights of cars, body randomly bumped by passersby pressed while my mind wanders into their music.

Their music grows just reflection. Whether through the notes that we conjure up images of the past or text posted from city disillusioned, large child who realizes that being adult is not all that it promised it would be. "I'm sorry I'm a bit down tonight, to all my friends Have Lost Their Minds, Once More, I'm not happy here anymore," said he, opening of "26 Is Dancier Than 4" which opens the side of the album devoted to them. He then spread his findings on his life without complaining, with a touching defeatism in his voice, "It's Just the Same as It Was Before, same faces and I hit the floor", then offering a loophole which does not seem truly believe "And We Danced All the Same to songs, like Back When We Were Young, so let's get out of here while we can". Ramblings of an alcohol sad not find suites. Oddly the title of their second song "If I Sit Still Maybe I'll get out of here" seems more appropriate to their first, but they choose to use it to illustrate a failed romantic relationship. After all its insights the group as a s'externalise finally closing with "It's Not True Rufus, Do not listen to the hat" on which they appear for the first time out of their mind to directly contact a third person "Have some Faith, Do not You Know That This Is Not a race, and we are not contenders. This output comes from the cocoon of a lot more rough times in which the guitars heavier, as if to protect them during the incursion final in the outside world. "We Can Only Be Ignored "they conclude. they are undeceived.

Once again I can only encourage you to get légalemen t this album for a measly 7 pounds, and thus support group and a label that will be worth the trouble, for whom every penny counts. The four songs from Cats and Cats and Cats are becoming very pleasant too. Until then.

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I attended a small project "A concert - Three columns" for the blog Tox. The idea was to get three different views on the concert Strange Death of Liberal England this Saturday, November 3 at the Rotunda of Botany. You can see the results by clicking here . Again thank you for the invitation to ToX.

and here is what I had to say ...

Early entry and unobtrusive on stage a half-filled rotunda. A member of the group waving a white card bearing the name of the group by way of introduction, taking the audience back to completing the order at the bar and the sound engineer who struggles to find the lever to stop the music. An hour later Strange Death of Liberal England will leave the battlefield after a concert blitzkrieg, as they arrived, simply waving a sign "Dank U". Between the two, not one minute of respite. The group connects the titles of his first album without interruption, even extend a little solo guitar or drums unnecessary to allow time for the other group member to retune before embarking on the next song. Like a battalion of young soldiers guided by the spirit and some great ideas, but gifted messy, lovable but annoying, they lead their assault Music Brussels as they wish, even offend.

While keyboardist stands at attention, Adam Woolway, singer and guitarist in-chief, led the hostilities with his voice distorted with a knack of seducing or hair stand at different times. Unfortunately the sound setting leaves something to be desired (extremely rare in this room) and does not do it justice. The rest of the group likes to exchange instruments, thus adding to the momentum without really convincing either. Eg there is no real drummer but three musicians with a background in drum. Any disruption, it reinforces the martial rhythms on most songs but does them no credit in the flights. Their compositions are as strong as on the disc. "A Day Another Day," "An Old Fashioned War" and "Oh Solitude" are delivered accurately. Sometimes too faithfully. One could imagine an extension of "An Old Fashioned War" to truly lead the public in their fight but they opt to an abrupt end. The final push is on "I Saw Evil" where they will drop everything to take their last song to the next level. A promising group

therefore, still (very) young, but has tremendous qualities and he will continue to follow. Also remains to be seen how long they can keep their silent approach of the interaction with the public and whether they will be able to find another solution without sacrificing the theatricality that is their charm.

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