One of the songs of my London soundtrack I remember most fondly is Black Wire's Hard to Love, Easy to Lay. Shouting along while dancing like a loon in the heap of people that was the Artrocker dancefloor was at it's best with that song (and Formed a Band, of course). I trust most of you have that one though, so I'll give you Broken Back instead. ( Read more... )

The lack of posting yesterday was due to my mother staying with me for the weekend. However, she's left now.
( Musical Advent Calendar, eigth part. The Hammer of the Gods. )

Todays theme: Swedish in Swedish.

Mattias Alkberg, the leader of MABD is from Luleå, the town where my dad grew up. It's a northern industrial town, which used to be one of the fastest growing towns in the country, but when heavy industry stopped being the major export it sort of stalled. It's the sort of town that breeds depression, but also ( Read more... )

 Sorry about the lack of posting yesterday. There'll be a f-locked explanation.

Today's theme will be: High drama.

Ed Harcourt is sometimes bashed as a poor man's Ryan Adams or a straight Rufus Wainwright. Bullshit, I say. Ed is, in my opinion, a hell of a songwriter in his own right and he has a voice sent from the same place of heaven as Neil Young ( Read more... )

Seeing as I'm actually feeling reasonably calm today, I thought I should post songs-to-cry-to. Because today, gentle readers, I can actually listen to them and still breathe.

Starting off with Elliott Smith might be a bit obvious, but Between the Bars is so full of beauty and longing it's more or less guaranteed to reduce me to a shuddering heap. I' ( Read more... )

 
When I was fourteen I was very, very awkward, weird looking, weird thinking, full of teenage angst. All the other girls in my class were quiet and well behaved and conventionally pretty. All the women in popular culture were conventionally pretty and catering towards boys. I spent loads of time wanting to scream my lungs out, reading anarcho- ( Read more... )

Blaurgh. Men. Me. No, haven't got the energy to write about it. It's all in my head anyway.

Jeff Buckley had a beautiful voice. Liz Fraser has one of the most fascinating female voices ever. If you put them together you get All flowers in time, one of the most gorgeous songs I've ever heard. The vocals twirl and twine into each other and sometimes ( Read more... )

I am so jumping on the bandwagon with musical advent calendars. I can't guarantee that every post will be this big, but I'm not relaxed anough to sleep yet.

When I was ten, my mother got a REM-mixtape from her brother. She kept it in the car, and for the next few years, it was one of two music-tapes being played in our car (the other one was Nick ( Read more... )

Aaaah, Mando. When other bands fail to deliver, when they grow boring, or take overly long breaks, Mando Diao releases another album, Never Seen the Light of Day, thirteen months after Ode to Ochrasy. Those thirteen months have been spent more or less constantly on the road. They wrote most of the album in a few days around Christmas and recorded ( Read more... )

Kat. Just because you survived having a vodka shot last weekend it doesn't mean that you can actually, you know, drink vodka. Especially not after having downed a bottle of wine. And some whiskey. While not having eaten properly for a week. You deserve your hangover.

(Going out tonight as well? Yep.)