Crawfish (Elvis Presley/Kitty White)

 

In flagrant breach of commandments set down by pop cultural arbiter Quentin Tarantino, the Bemolution manages to like The Beatles and Elvis Presley at the same time.

1994’s Pulp Fiction sees John Travolta as Vincent Vega argue that the human race can be neatly divided into people who like one and people who like the other to a profoundly fucked Uma Thurman. It makes for some nice pseudo-philosophical Tarantinoan film rhetoric. And while it’s obviously rubbish, liking the two equally is another story. Continue reading “Crawfish (Elvis Presley/Kitty White)”

Forehead-Town Sold Down The River

The Great Satan
The Great Satan

Back to Somersetian small-town David vs Goliath politics now, and plucky community campaign group Forehead’s ponderous, circling duel to the death with the Great Satan of retail-driven consumer-capitalism

Tesco, feckless retail juggernaut, has finally submitted an application to parachute a grimly enormous 60,000 square foot megamarket into our ailing town centre. Public opposition to the proposed development is near-universal, but in another spectacular triumph for local democracy, our corporate-pandering Tory-dominated District Council is doing everything in its power to drive the deal through. Continue reading “Forehead-Town Sold Down The River”

Waves (Guthrie Govan)

In a jarring follow-on from Carole King-brand late-night serenity, melodic prog-shred produced by the nimble fingers of a genial hippy from Chelmsford.

In Britain, ‘Year Zero’ and the advent of punk dealt guitar virtuosity a terminal blow, with fumbling ‘authenticity’ prized over what was seen as the overblown indulgence of the solo-heavy Genesises and Pink Floyds. While the punks may have had a point, they managed to instil a deep suspicion of actually being able to competently play your chosen instrument in British music that’s only just wearing off in the 2010s.

On the one hand, this has unleashed the likes of Matt Bellamy to noodle euphoric nonsense at baying teenagers in stadium arenas, but on the other it’s brought us the critically-lauded superbly-named Guthrie Govan. Not only staggeringly able on his chosen instrument when on guitar-hero default-setting, Govan can effortlessly switch from super-fast squealing to jazz, blues and funk, demonstrating an unbelievable versatility that can only come from 40 years of doing little else other than playing a guitar – trawl YouTube for videos of him expertly, self-effacingly playing in a breath-taking array of styles.

This here live performance of one of his more tempestuous compositions, ‘Waves’, was captured for your enjoyment at a Californian music equipment trade show in 2010.

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It’s Too Late (Carole King)

From back when it was possible for an easy-listening divorce ballad not to be abjectly terrible, a minimalistic live performance of Carole King’s ‘It’s Too Late’, taken from 1971’s Tapestry, her chart-busting album of highest quality pop. Sublime musical accompaniment to the soothing roar of your portable fan-heater of a frigid December’s evening when you’re up too late eating fruit cake in your festive grotto.

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