“A collection of profound and epic album reviews and musical articles by former astronaut and brain surgeon, Alasdair Kennedy. Reaching levels of poetry that rival Keats and Blake, the following reviews affirm Alasdair to be a prodigy, a genius and a god whose opinion is always objectively right. He is also without a doubt the most modest man in the universe.” - Alasdair Kennedy
The fact Knower aren’t more well-known is an absolute crime.
The duo’s latest jazz-funk banger bonanza is one of the most fun albums I’ve
heard in a while.
You’ve heard of mumble rap. But what about ramble rock?
Yes, that’s the term I’m now using to describe these types of bands (it’s
better than ‘windmill scene’).
Crazy-hat-wearing high-flying
Jay Kay and his crew of funky instrumentalists have returned to the studio
after seven years. Was the return of the space cowboy necessary in 2017? Or are
there already enough disco/funk revival acts out there?
Thundercat ought to
be a pretentious douche. Most people with his level of instrumental prowess have
the right to be. Instead, the bassist-extraordinaire refuses to take himself
seriously. At all. Which is what makes him so lovable.
Jaggery are Boston’s latest off-the-wall offering, a
self-proclaimed ‘avant rock’ group with a frontwoman named Singer Mali Sastri
(that’s right – their singer is named Singer).
I thought he was The Man Who Fell To Earth? I thought he was the Goblin King? Alas, no-one it seems - even the mystical and legendary David Bowie - is immune to dying.
When you’ve listened to as much soul and funk as I have you
begin to get desensitised to the slinky chords and groovy basslines. Everyone
becomes another wannabe-Stevie-Wonder, another wannabe-Steely-Dan. It takes an
artist like LA producer, singer and bassist Thundercat to prove that funk and
soul still has room to evolve.
On the odd occasion when I’m feeling classy, I’ll kick back
with some brie, crackers and red wine and listen to some soul music. Hiatus Kiayote are my
latest and greatest find – a Melbourne neo-soul group with a frontwoman
villainously named Nai Palm (pronounced ‘napalm’). From a glance you’d think they
were some crazy white brutal hardcore band, but their sound couldn’t be more opposite.
I first stumbled upon them a couple weeks ago after hearing an old hit of theirs titled ‘Nakamarra’. The husky vocals and
pillowy chord progressions transported me to a happy, summery place of peace and love and daisy chains.
I expected the same husky vocals and pillowy chord
progressions from this album and without a shadow of a doubt I got this. Hiatus
Kaiyote know all the sweet notes to hit to make you feel warm inside. However,
it became immediately clear that the vibe wasn’t the same. The reason behind
this became clear after repeat listens – Hiatus Kaiyote have lost their
smoothness.
They’ve developed ants in their pants, losing their ability
to sit still, crafting songs that refuse to settle into a groove. There are no
straightforward, easy-flowing numbers like ‘Nakamarra’ on Choose Your Weapon. The record opens with ten minutes of jazzy
noodling, disguised as three songs. After this, the music becomes a little more
structured and digestable, but there’s still a lot of melodic fidgeting and no
real hooks or solid riffs or rhythms to serve as a payoff.
Too much noodles
That said, buried beneath the progginess are some beautiful moments that are worthy of praise.
‘Swamp Thing’ has a muddy, driving bassline that aptly suits it’s title. ‘Prince
Minikid’ has a dreamy instrumental that Flying Lotus would be jealous of. Then
there’s my favourite track, ‘Atari’, one of the most energetic tracks here –
sporting an upbeat chorus of sorts and some fun 8-bit synths.
All these moments feel like creative strokes of genius that
could have paid off if Hiatus Kaiyote didn’t have such a short attention span.
Meandering off every time a good idea pops up, the album feels like a constant
tease. Those with more tolerance for a good noodle will enjoy it.
Sour Soulhas all the instrumental grandeur of a Bond movie. Why then
is Ghostface Killah not rapping about fast cars and hot women and gunfights
like he always does? Why instead is he giving us nutritional tips?
Massachusetts six-piece, Bent Knee, are the type of bananas
band that likes to dabble in every genre going. These type of bands don’t come
along very often, and for a weirdness-worshipper like myself who adores the
Frank Zappas and Mr. Bungles of the world its always exciting when they do.