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PLAYLIST (MARCH 2005)

This playlist does not claim to do anything more than hope to introduce people who enjoy Piano Magic to music the band themselves enjoy. The writing may be a little basic but that's because we're a band, not music journalists. And we only review record we like because what's the point of being nasty about something just because you can be? We aim to be encouraging. If you know of a record you think we should hear, please let us know and if you work for a record label, please send us your records. Otherwise. Piano Magic generally purchases records from www.smallfish.co.uk and www.roughtrade.com

Listening To Richard Brautigan - Richard Brautigan (Collector's Choice Music/EMI)

Remarkable CD re-issue of an album originally only released on vinyl in America on Harvest Records in 1970 by one of the greatest writers imaginable. And you can only really imagine Richard Brautigan. He is there, for sure, in photographs on each book jacket, standing tall, "Lennon" glasses, long hair, beads, a pinstripe suit or suede tassled jacket and always beside a beautiful young girl who you suspect might not be his lover but a hired model. He is there in his books - fantastic, bulletin chapters that fluidly sidestep from the path of conventional writing into staggering prose or surreal jokes. He is there on this record - home "field" recordings, readings by the man himself and one (Love Poem) which utilises 18 different friends to read it's single line : "It's so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them when you don't love them anymore." But without actually talking to Richard Brautigan, without sitting with him over a black coffee, how can we really know the man? We just have this vague impression of him as a talented, soft, mischievous, "hippy" giant who succumbed to alcohol, melancholia and eventually, suicide. Behind him a trail of wonderful, wonderful books that no living person should ignore. You have a Brautigan sized hole in your life if you have not read Brautigan.
"Listening to Richard Brautigan" avoids the obvious blueprint of spoken word records by employing narrative field recordings to punctuate words and subject matter. "Trout Fishing In America" is bedded on a rushing stream, injected with the rings of old American telephones. "Here Are The Sounds Of My Life In San Francisco" is plainly the sound of Brautigan and his friend talking in his kitchen about coffee and steaks, seemingly completely unaware of the tape-machine. Brautigan's voice is clear, gentle, happy. He speaks as he writes - rambling, triggered by the slightest stimuli, never pausing for very long, as if conscious that the tape is only so long. Brautigan records himself removing his own clothes, taking a bath, shaving, brushing his teeth, turning the light off. There's a sad connotation to the trills of unanswered phones here too. When this record finishes, you want to call up Richard Brautigan and tell him who wonderful he is. But you can't.
Information : www.collectorschoicemusic.com


Herbstlaub - Marsen Jules (City Centre Offices)

Some music defies containment - either by genre or by how it can make you feel. This record really should soundtrack the most beautiful film that can possibly ever be made but here, on CD, in isolation, it makes you want to lie down in the dark and play back the most wonderful moments of your life in slow motion, Technicolor. "Herbstlaub' slowly, gracefully unfolds, like a wave, like the dewy petals of a Spring flower, like every wonderful thing that's ever stopped you in your tracks; that's made you forget the world's fucking mad, just for a moment. Somehow, Marsen Jules has bottled those moments and made six pieces of such emotionally resonant bliss that I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Ambient music" just can't contain it. This is bigger than that. I can't recommend it enough.
Contact : marsen@marsenjules.de
Information : www.marsenjules.com or www.city-centre-offices.de


Stick Music - Clogs (Talitres)

The builders across the street down drills around 4 so, I turn off the Einsturzende Neubauten album I've been using to drown them out and settle down with a cup of green tea and Clogs' "Stick Music." As the eyes are the windows to the soul, the CD cover is generally the window to the music within. "Stick Music" is all forests and hands full of earth and eggs in nests. The music, plucked and sawed and scratched, spare and finite, has an earthy, magical, folkish quality to it that's not only out of time but also perhaps one step removed from reality. Indeed, on listening, I could easily imagine myself lost just before sundown in a Brothers Grimm forest shortly before something rather terrible happened. Prepared guitar (how does one "prepare" a guitar exactly?), violin, viola, cello and percussion conspire to set you on your back foot but don't doubt this is beautiful, innovative music on a par with the most evocative moments of Rachel's.
Information : www.clogsmusic.com / www.talitres.com

Nouvelle Vague - Nouvelle Vague (Peacefrog)

Having seen Nouvelle Vague three times in the last 3 months and having played this album at least 3 times a week since I bought it many months ago, may certify me as fan. But why do I feel a slight twinge of embarrassment about that? Well, perhaps it's because Nouvelle Vague are considered by some as sacrilegious. Essentially, they have taken a bunch of "classic" 70's and 80's "indie pop" songs and arranged them for bossanova rhythms and pretty female voices. Is that so bad? It certainly doesn't sound bad. And over 100,000 sales suggest it's marketing genius too. The band themselves have no qualms about their concerts being full of pissed late-30's couples and old punks reliving their youth by terrace-chanting along to "Just Can't Get Enough" and "Too Drunk To Fuck." It's actually the most fun you'll have within the law. And do I really care that two of these "interpretations" can currently be heard soundtracking major tv ad campaigns? Good for them, I say. All that aside, true to form, my favourite moments on the album are the more pensive ones. The cover of Tuxedomoon's "In A Manner Of Speaking" greatly outshines the original, much down to a sensitive arrangement allowing a truly wonderful vocal performance by Camille - a household name in France who could do this stuff in her sleep. Indeed, she carries much of this record through her completely unselfconscious way with the songs. She's having fun and you can hear it. The Sisters Of Mercy's "Marian" manages to be brooding and feather light at the same time - a common attribute of many of the versions here. Does bossanova make everything sound like Summer?
Elsewhere you have Joy Division, The Clash, PIL, The Dead Kennedys, XTC, The Cure, Modern English, The Undertones, Killing Joke and The Specials. Not high art but you can't listen to Piano Magic all the time, can you?

Information: www.peacefrog.com

Yupi - Kazumasa Hashimoto (Plop)

If you're a completist with a penchant for sweet, innovative electro-acoustic fare, this Japanese label has a lot to offer. Kazumasa Hashimoto's music, minimal, naÔve, is perfect for lying on your back on a Summer's day and counting clouds. This is delightfully breezy, meditative stuff that consistently unveils plenty of pretty ideas. Toy piano, glocks, singing crickets, harpsichord, Mac voice synthesis and flute paint something of a fantastical botanical garden set sometime well into the future when all the wars are done and everyone just wants a peaceful life staring at the orchids.

Contact : kazumoog@tkf.att.ne.jp or nao@impartmaint.com

Information : www.impartmaint.com/plop/

 

The Soul Of The Rainbow And The Harmony Of Light - Growing (Kranky)

Growing take their time. Don't be lulled into a false sense of security by the first 15 minutes of "The Soul Of The Rainbow"' What begins firmly in "Discreet Music' territory, patiently branches out into a palette of high frequency tones, barbed white noise, tweeting birds, thunderstorm; all backboned by the group's gentle, time-stretched, guitar drones.
When you come out of the other side of this record, you feel as though you've survived a storm. The title pretty much sums it up.

Information : www.kranky.com