Trader - Mi Amour
Trader have been propagating melodic seeds all
over their hometown of Wrexham since 2006. They're fresh-faced
youngsters who'd get asked for ID in most of the pensioners' watering
holes I frequent. No surprises, then, that this track - Mi Amour - is
resplendent in its wide-eyed, childish wonder.
It's a fine,
anthemic tune that that refracts the brighter rays of Flaming Lips and
Mercury Rev into something stirring and timeless.
It reminds me
of Roy Orbison's In Dreams, too, in that it eschews a predictable verse
/ chorus structure in favour of throwing as many shapes into the air as
It maybe a little too eager to please or impress. But
I prefer that kind of eagerness over faux insouciance disguising a
barren imagination any day of the week.
I don't know about love, but me like this a lot.myspace.com/traderbandZebedy - Existing
in a band isn't all about getting 'famous'. This is an adage that will
need to be writ large in luminous 50ft letters as the X Factor
generation matures. Believe me, the time bomb that's been primed by
Cowell and co is going to explode mediocrity and false expectations all
over our cosmic ray-proof jumpsuits in the waterworld of the future.
won't care. Neither will they, between then and now, attain any kind of
recognition beyond their mates and the guitar shops of the North Wales
coast. This is the kind of music made by people who frequent those
guitar shops, own Stevie Vai albums and think that the aforementioned
is a better guitarist than, say, Future Of The Left
's Andrew Falkous.
is a teetering pile of riffs and pub rock virtuosity that would be
half-interesting if it weren't all gaffer-taped to some of the least
cogent lyrics I've ever heard. The whole thing amounts to a roaring
storm of nothing of any consequence.
But - and here is the point
- it sounds like they're making music purely for the enjoyment of
making music. And not for 'the judges'. More power to them for that, at
least.myspace.com/zebedymusicDamir Bojanic - 96th & West
imagine that Zebedy would like to think of themselves as progressive.
But - truth be told - there is more invention and progressiveness in
this three and half minute 'demo' from Klaus Kinski's Damir Bojanic
than Zebedy could contain without their brains melting all over pointy
This is Zappa disco breakcore, with elements of the
incidental music from the 6 Million Dollar Man genetically grafted to
The Fatback Band on an out of control demonic treadmill.
I have no idea what kind of mind could dream this up. That's what makes it so intriguing.myspace.com/damirbojanicOf Eden - Water In My Hands
Wrexham's Of Eden appear to have been constructed entirely out of
headphone fill from a Chris Isaak recording session. There is more
reverb-laden space here than in the Sci Fi section of your local
Blockbuster but, importantly, there is also a human spirit in there...
deep in there... drawing us inexorably towards the heart of the song, in
the same way that that distress signal draws The Nostromo towards the
face-hugging, stomach tearing aliens in Alien.
Of Eden don't want to use us to ween their young on. Their intentions, like their music, are more mysterious and compelling.
recalls Spiritualized, early Verve with the storms of guitar stripped
out, or less obliquely and with more poetry in their hearts, The
It's very good indeed. Very very very good, in fact. Shhh! now, while I listen to it again.myspace.com/ofedenn
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