The Sugarcubes "Life's Too Good" (1988)
Members of the Icelandic post-punk scene banded together to form the
Sugarcubes. The band had apparently never intended their music to be
taken seriously (meaning it to lampoon the pop music sound), but soon
found themselves at the centre of a label 'bidding war'. They ended up
being the first Icelandic act to attain major international success...
so I guess the joke's on them.
The music is, as to be expected, kind of jagged postpunk sounds
(propulsive bass, aggressive but slightly funky guitar) but with a more
playful, melodic sensibility. It's a decent album, but the clear
standout is Björk's voice, and accordingly, the album helped launch her
solo career.
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Tuesday, May 26, 2020
Day 0632 - Life's Too Good
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Thursday, January 23, 2020
Day 0509 - Junkyard
The Birthday Party "Junkyard" (1982)
The wild, rabid Aussie band had made the move to the UK. Based on acts such as the Fall, they assumed that they would find a music scene full of kindred spirits; but instead found a country well in the grip of new-wave, new romanticism and various other 'news'.
They did find supporters in England for the turbulent last year or so of their existence (in an already turbulent life... the band used to take hard drugs, and steal cars, amongst other things). Drugs, alcohol, in-fighting all the usual band noise plagued this punky, demented murder-blues band, before Nick Cave left to start up his new gothy murder-blues band.
The songs on this, their last album, are as buck-wild and bare-backed as anything they ever worked on, with the songs being clamorous enough in places that you could imagine that each member was working on a totally different song. Working 'against' rather than 'with' each other, but somehow still working.
The wild, rabid Aussie band had made the move to the UK. Based on acts such as the Fall, they assumed that they would find a music scene full of kindred spirits; but instead found a country well in the grip of new-wave, new romanticism and various other 'news'.
They did find supporters in England for the turbulent last year or so of their existence (in an already turbulent life... the band used to take hard drugs, and steal cars, amongst other things). Drugs, alcohol, in-fighting all the usual band noise plagued this punky, demented murder-blues band, before Nick Cave left to start up his new gothy murder-blues band.
The songs on this, their last album, are as buck-wild and bare-backed as anything they ever worked on, with the songs being clamorous enough in places that you could imagine that each member was working on a totally different song. Working 'against' rather than 'with' each other, but somehow still working.
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