Archive for February, 2009

Saint Etienne: London Conversations

Tuesday, February 24th, 2009

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It seems fitting that as the birds sing in the trees once more and the first signs of spring are on the way, another Saint Etienne album should be with us, as to these ears, the sunny shiny pop produced by this threesome suits that season best. No, I know this collection is not totally new, and just (another) ‘Best of’, but it’s the one that’s worth waiting for. And wait for it we have. Scheduled for a release in October, but put back until 16 February due to a fault at the pressing plant in Germany, my copy has been order for over four months.

As the group’s fourth greatest hits collection (though only two were ‘official’ releases), London Conversations is definitively not a singles package, more of a ‘Favourite of’, hand-picked by the group. All the important singles are there of course, but along with B-sides and obscure foreign releases, the 36-track issue spans two discs, or three if you order the release with the videos DVD thrown in (often described as a London-based band, the ‘London’ part of the collection’s title is more than evident in the the visual third disc).

The music more than speaks for itself. From the instantly recognisable Only Love Can Break Your Heart, to the infamous and dance-tinged He’s On The Phone (which gave the band their biggest hit, peaking at No 11), London Conversations is mostly made up of the Et’s finest work. The haunting ballad that is Hobart Paving cries on the shoulders of the trip-hop Avenue and Heart Failed (In The Back Of A Taxi), while the disco-lite Sylvie shimmies up to all out pop numbers such as You’re In A Bad Way and Who Do You Think You Are. The skiffle-esque Side Streets also gets a look in.

Of course, the electronic sound which has characterised the band’s later material is here, too. How We Used To Live and Action are perfect slices of modern electronica, while the latest Richard X-penned single, Method Of Modern Love, is surely one of the band’s career-defining and shiniest pop moments. Film theme This Is Tomorrow is a different version to the recently released cut, while Lover Plays The Bass is a French-only single A-side, found here in digital quality for the first time.

As with previous releases, the group pays as much attention to their artwork as they do their music, and London Conversations is one of their best efforts yet. The 3-disc set comes in a hardback book format, with lovingly made cardboard pages holding the audio CDs and DVD. With thoughtfully written sleeve notes, and wonderful contemporary magazine covers and images from their past, Bob, Pete, and Sarah’s history is laid out for all to see. Beautifully crafted, natch, just like the songs themselves.

Never being accepted into the mainstream and sitting on the indie fringes is perhaps Saint Etienne’s biggest virtue. The die-hard fans are almost a secret society, and this collection won’t necessarily appeal to them due to the lack of unreleased or new material, although I more than enjoyed revisiting the group’s back catalogue once more. What London Conversations most definitely is though, is a wonderfully talkative introduction to the band, and says a great deal about their 18-year musical journey.

Forsham Cottage Arks chicken run

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

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After a false start last weekend due to transportation and location problems, we made much better progress building the new chicken run yesterday. The 12ft x 8ft enclosure was much easier to erect than we had thought, although took the expected time of around 3 hours. There were 6 of us though, as a very keen Chris and Jenny came around from next door, and Andrew and Sheila gave up yet another weekend day to help us out.

There’s no way 2 of us could have done it. It would have taken much longer, we wouldn’t have had enough pairs of hands to steady panels and tighten screws, and we’d have still have been outside cutting the wire for the makeshift fox proof skirt when it got dark. As it was, we just got the boards around the bottom edge to keep the wood and bark chippings in.

‘Cluckingham Palace’ does look fantastic, though, like a proper enclosure at a zoo or an aviary. Which, to all intents and purposes it is. I made an ‘all this for 3 eggs a day’ quip while we were building, but it really was worth the effort. The wood and bark chippings on the floor let the laying ladies scratch and have a bit more stimulation, while the raised Omlet Cube on large paving slabs lets us put the food out in the new metal and plastic containers somewhere where they should stay dry.

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It was an enjoyable day with everyone working together, just like neighbours and communities did years ago, and, after a day of game playing and catching up with mum and Bart, Ean, Sandie, Doug, Kevin, and Janice in Lowestoft on Saturday, rounded off the weekend nicely – even if the last two days have left us tired and more than a little exhausted and unprepared for the week ahead.

So, does a new bigger space make for happy (or happier) hens? We think so. Clucking around the enclosure at the end of the day, they had space to be on their own if they wanted to, or to be together as a flock, and seemed genuinely more content. It’s probably all psychological on our part, but we’re certainly happier and excited about the whole situation. Let’s hope our three birds will be when we introduce more playmates for them later in the year.

Beth Rowley: Oh My Life

Friday, February 20th, 2009

At least I learned something from The Brit Awards 2009 on Wednesday evening. Although I’ve still not watched the whole event and therefore know who won what (or judged Kylie’s co-hosting), I do know that Beth Rowley was robbed of the Best British Female gong. I didn’t even know she was British, so her appearance in that category or in the shortlist at all was news to me.

Bought as a Woolworths closing-down impulse buy at a ridiculously cheap price on the back of a free iTunes Single of the Week a few months back, her folk, blues, and jazz-tinged début long player Little Dreamer contains a handful of gems. Sweet Hours, So Sublime, and I Shall Be Released are impressive enough, but Oh My Life is undoubtedly the stand out track.

One of the best Sixties-sounding modern songs I’ve ever heard, it has more than a shade of Dusty or Cilla, and Rowley really manages to pull the big-band soulful sound off, with saxophones, strong backing vocals, and a hummable melody all adding to the performance.

One of the most surprising recent musical discoveries, Beth Rowley doesn’t fit into the Duffy mould (she’s better), and must be one of Britain’s best-kept new musical secrets. Well worth championing in 2009, Little Dreamer is out on Blue Thumb Records/Universal Music Classics now.

Volkswagen CrossPolo 2009 TV commercials

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

VW has recently revitalise interest in its little-known and rarely-seen CrossPolo model (the name  just wouldn’t work over here, so it’s the Polo Dune in the UK – which now seems to be discontinued according to VW’s UK website), with a series of tongue-in-cheek ads with the strapline ‘An offroad car not necessarily for offroad people.’ Depicting townies trying to get to grips with the great outdoors – the exact terrain that VW states the model excels in with its 20mm higher ground clearance – click below to view.

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Client: Volkswagen
Agency: DDB Berlin
Production Company: Hot Dog
Director: Nicholas Barker
Chief Creative Officer: Amir Kassaei
Executive Creative Director: Bert Peulecke, Stefan Schulte
Creative Director: Dennis May
Copywriter: Ricardo Wolff
Art Director: Gabriel Mattar
Country: Germany

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Client: Volkswagen
Agency: DDB Berlin
Production Company: Hot Dog
Director: Nicholas Barker
Chief Creative Officer: Amir Kassaei
Executive Creative Director: Bert Peulecke, Stefan Schulte
Creative Director: Dennis May
Copywriter: Ricardo Wolff
Art Director: Gabriel Mattar
Country: Germany

Letting go

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

The particulars have been signed, and the mortgage company have approved the letting. A good proportion of our recent weekends have been spent trekking up and down the A12 going to make my two-bedroom flat in Ipswich ready for renting. It’s been ongoing since September when I moved to Chelmsford, and has, at times, seemed almost never ending. I hadn’t realised how many belongings I’d accumulated over the years until it was too late.

No matter now, though, as everything that was worth keeping to either keep or sell to buyers of on-line auctions has been moved down, and at last, I think the flat is ready to give a warm welcome to a new keeper. Providing the heating keeps up its good service that is. A couple of little jobs need doing, but the place looks welcoming, tidy, and clean, and the new bed and kitchen table and chairs suit the rooms in which they sit. So, now that should be it.

Yes, the pile of magazines in the dining room in the house are going down slower than I’d like (18 years’ worth of motoring titles is an endless stream when you’re moving them), and the spare bedroom is once again full – even after we emptied it just before our Christmas visitors – but we’ll get there. Moving car loads of belongings 40 miles down the A12 so many times that we lost count has meant that we haven’t been able to spend time sorting out the stuff brought down on previous trips.

The journey back from IKEA with the new furniture won’t be forgotten in a hurry. On 31 January, Andrew and Sheila offered to pick up and transport the new spare bedroom bed and table and chairs from Thurrock to Ipswich. Almost all of it went into Andrew’s load-swallowing Laguna, but the mattress on the roof acted as some sort of monstrous flapping spoiler, and was buffeted by the wind so much that no matter how much rope tied it to the roof rack (or secured it by gloved hands through the sunroof), it kept trying to lift both it and the car off the ground.

Rather cheekily, we had the easy bit, and went on ahead, meeting mum and Bart at the place I’ve called home for almost three years. Mum set about cleaning, while we found more things for the tip and home, ready to load up a car for the return journey. Bart sat and read his paper. A flurry of activity ensued when Andrew and Sheila arrived, as Nik, mum, and Sheila built the table and chairs, while Andrew and I wielded screwdrivers and made up the new bed. Bart sat and read his paper.

The weekend after we made a final trip to clear out any remaining rubbish, recycle yet more magazines, give the place a last clean, and make good any unswept leaves in the rented garage. Now it’s all done, though, we might just be able to claim weekends as our own again. It was a little strange standing in the largely empty 1930s place that I’ve called home since 2006, but then it hasn’t felt like that for a while. I’m in a better place now, and it’s time for someone else to enjoy the flat’s large, airy, and bright rooms. Fingers crossed.