Guitar instrumental work is difficult to get the public to be pleased by it. Only true Rock and Metal guitar fans I feel can appreciate it (if any cares to dispute then please do).
Billy here, will be appreciated.
His songs on his player are definately Vai/Satriani influenced, I mean, who isn’t though really? But their mantle is an awkward one to climb to being as they have been there for so long and never been removed from it. Will they ever?
Possibly so if Mr. Connally here didn’t have to quite do everything all by himself. After putting the tracks together, putting them down and to the morons, copy and pasting, copy and pasting then the work currently available to listen to is pretty impressive. Initially aprehensive about the tunes that I’d here i find myself flowing along and enjoying them because too many times they are eye-cringing, boring or just way OTT.
The balance of sound is there, the highs match the lows but I feel the journey which the tracks take us do not really take you very far. You want to chillout, be flown to magical places on this magic carpet called Guitar Solo but your’re just taken to the kitchen for another cup of Chai.
It’s difficult for me to appreciate this kind of work nowadays as the variety I feel can not really progress any further than what it has done due to the already mentioned maestros previously said.
Same old, same old it may be, but on the positive note, it is right up there though. The depth of the growling, supporting rythym humming along with the delighful, wailing over the top that good old Zakk loves to bits and has done for blinking years. Cognitive Dissonance is cool as. Fast and furious at parts and grows wonderfully, harmonious, soothing and great production for what you could say is a bedroom guitarist.
Bronson. Charles Bronson the Criminal according to Charles Bronson the Creative, and vice versa.
It is about a Man whom is someone you’ve literally read about in the papers, you’ve heard about him in the Office or on the Factory Floor. He is a bad man for the things he has done, he has been punished for it.
7 months inside for robbing a Post Office. (I know someone who has done that!) Charles Bronson as he became to be inside ended up going into his fourth decade inside with over a third of that time in solitary.
Danish Director Nicolas Winding Refn co-wrote the screenplay alongside Brock Norman Brock a previous Production Executive for Gosford Park in 2001.
The story is the carefully balanced “Ying and Yang” Artistic Journal of Michael Petersen over a various periods of time him spending inside at the cost of the taxpayer more money than every other inmate in the Land.
Without disrupting your future viewing of this film let me tell you this; Danny Dyer with all due respect, has nothing on the disconnected passion and anger that Tom Hardy can ever cheekily provide. A London lad from the streets of any suburbian capital performing on any big screen near you in the future showing complex acting abilities is truly a wonder to watch. Tom Hardy of Martina Cole’s The Take recently shown on SKY is phenomenal as our hero. Nowhere in the film are heroics though other than the simplist of wantings. Which is to “Just let me do what I want to do”.
And that is just what it seems Charles Bronson was trying to do all along.
Tom Hardy has not been seen a great deal on the box or in the cinema, would surely be the most trecherous of mad man villians. Even though his possibly most famous role to date as in the (apologies for the Americanism) “in the closet” Handsome Bob in the most recent Guy Ritchie twistathon RocknRolla in 2008, Tom Hardy has provided a performance that I do not think could have been bettered by Jason Statham who turned down the intitial offer of the title role. Assuming Hardy fully captalising in this situation to take a Hollywood opening for the future has sustained himself incredibly as a man who will have a huge budget behind him soon.
The theatrical scenes in the film portray not only the character of Bronson, the man wanting to release his creativity on the World has also simultaniously done this as himself Tom Hardy. The scene where his face is split in two aliking to Two-Face of Batman, his control of the strongest of angers and comical values is a mere emotional strain, fantastically entertaining to see.
The film is flippant, sarcastic and quite literally, strongly facetious as the opening set scene will provide disgustingly for you.
The overall theatrics of the Actor, the Director and the possiblity of Charles Bronson himself makes Bronson by Nicolas Winding Refn starring Tom Hardy is a screenplay highly recommended to see.
Being as this day takes time to master after being in the right place at the right time, this day is the spellbreaking day, I would like to add that first.
Being awoken after a good nights kip with the smell of bacon in the air to open my 4 man tent (guess where i am eh?) to bright, summer sunshine and my friends collected around each other all enjoying the anxiety of the next band that awaits with mugs of tea.
It’s 10.20am and the showers are empty so without queing I venture in and come out rejunventated walking three minutes back to the tent where one of my mates greets me with another mug of tea.
We all walk into the market area where there’s a special deal for those which get to the stall by 11am and it’s 10:55 and I immediately spot the hat i want to buy and get it for cheap.
The Stereophonics are on and after collected a free round of 7% pear cider we miraculously manage to get to a great spot with some space and enjoy the set provided.
After which we waltz round discussing the gig I spot the newest member of the band, shouts across “Hey Adam Zindani from SpiderSimpson”, he hears me, looks at me and recognises me from MySpace and comes over for a chat and we shake hands. We chat and he overs us over for beer and we meet and greet the rest of band for a few minutes having autographs, pictures taken and we exchange numbers for future reference (the groundhog day spell always soon breaks)
We head towards to Sushi bar for snacks and we go and hear a DJ Lottie set in the next field, dance through the afternoon with more Pear Cider followed by an acoustic gig from Iron & Wine lounging on the grass in the open air.
More snacks follow from the Pizza bar and we then venture to the stage where Faith no More play a blinding, late-afternoon set and then we go back to the tents to refresh and supply ourselves for the evening ahead.
The Whip are on a secret stage which I know the whereabouts of and then get fanastic viewing of a terrfic performance by them.
I (accidently of course, this is groundhog day) bump into this girl whom I see, haven’t seen in a short while (even though it was yesterday), spark conversation and then we head towards the Dance fields for an awesome Oakenfold set.
Currently quenched with thirst we venture to the Pear Cider, gather some drinks and head towards Arcadia for some freefall Collective and get down to some serious beats.
A light shower ends the set and we steadily walk to shelter, chat away and then it slowly becomes darker with the tunes from Krafy Kuts who plays a setlist just like on his Back To Mine album.
We’re slowly coming up to euphoria after the day and then Far Too Loud disturbs the rare silence for an exclusive 5 hour set of breaks and dub and we continue the evening in the warmth with 2 minutes of drizzle every 45 minutes or so with my friends passing the drinks over keeping each other all out of thirst.
‘Tis nearly dawn and I’m not even tired for some reason and it’s time to chillout so we head towards the snack bar, picking out the food and head towards to Stone Circle now being just the two of us..
One of the best things about being a music lover is having friends say, “Check this out! It’s great”.
Unfortunately, most the time it isn’t. La Pierrot balances out the statistic in the truly, delightful and positive way though.
This is, I believe, is what acoustic should be. Two instruments being used. Guitars and Voices.
The sound has passion and is truly heartfelt. La Pierrot manages to fill an empty room with sublime vibrations that quite literally make you lean back in your seat and genuinely listen to what it is they have to sing about. Exactly what it is intended I’m sure. The duo has a fantastic harmonious balance that even the great, multi-million pound income bands have slightly missed out on. All of their MySpace tracks are worth the look and listen. Especially Brief Encounters With Strangers, it’s absolutely top class.
These boys are involved in their sound and they make you want to be too. Lovely.
As a child, my first book, an autobiography, the scariest film ever had a werewolf in it, the first dance move I tried I could never fathom and the first music album I heard in it’s entirity I thought was Bad ass.
I only read autobiographies, I never became scared of scary movies, I love to dance on the dancefloor and everyone knows I love music.
I don’t mean to be funny but as a mark to those cynics and everyone else who has continually critiscised a man who was simply someone who was trying to do the right thing and who’s purity was tarnished by the week and greedy;
As a child, I too, was touched by Michael Jackson. Just like tens of millions of others.
Glastonbury Festival kicks off on Thursday through ’til Sunday and due to the masses of bands/groups/artists/acts/Dj’s etc., there’s a little planning that can be done..
It’s in a PDF format so make sure you can read it, the appropriate package is easily downloadable and takes a matter of seconds. This anyway is really handy.
First things are first. If you do not know what Suicide Tuesday is in terms of the obvious, then you either need to get out more or you’ve missed something quite life-changing (possibly though for the better).
Now anybody can hear the influences of the band are peppered everywhere within their overall sound and because I am a fan of a majority of these influences. So being slightly biased perhaps, Suicide Tuesday immediately get the thumbs up from me.
The lyric structure and layout of the songs would not go a miss from the pens of early Axl and Izzy work. The cheeky, rythym squeels of Zack Wylde bring a smile to my face as I reminisce of the days of bunking off school listening to the latest release from the Prince Of Darkness. It is almost stereotypical without the meloncholy. Familiar sounds without them being overplayed.
The singer can sing and he can bounce through briliantly with an dirty aura of sleaze which the chicks love. The guitars are stable as well as having the occasional flare-up to chuck some “F*** Yeah’s” into the set. The drum’s are bang on, they actually sound like they’re being hit rather than pig-hides coming into contact with wooden sticks and the rumble of the bass is a great support for the fullness of sound throughout.
This puts me neatly on the small fence with my legs straddled to the left and the right touching the ground on both sides. So it’s kind of like being in the Marmite or Vegemite camp. Love them or hate them?
Well when it comes to spreading the humble yeast extract around ready for your next consumption you will probably tend to not take in too much as it can be too sickly, too over-powering. But a touch of flavour is really quite pleasing to the palette. So it’s about balance then.
GodPawn have a truly well, produced sound. No-one listening to it properly could take that away from them. However though it is a confusing, genre cocktail making me question exactly “What am I listening to?”.
The rythymatic artistic poetry involved is a greatly beat-matched, the noise is clean and quite refined even though it be an industrial one but it’s quite a puzzling combination. If it were a cocktail, then a little less of this and a little more of that with that omitted and this in addition as well.. It is like I said, quite confusing.
Experimental it definately is. When it comes to experimenting further I think that the measure of each of the ingredients are needed to be altered to make it more palletable, then i know I’d love them.
KAV is Kavin Sandhu. A vocalist and guitar guy leading his assemblance of Blaggers ‘n’ Liars down the golden paved, cobblestone roads of Leicester with a rebellious feel of upbeat bluegrass, 21st Century Dylan and a scream that could become louder than Primal.
Loving the psychedelic, sugar cube, acid-trip slur which sweetly haunts the tracks on the player, http://www.myspace.com/kavsonic (Psychedelic must be my Word Of The Month thus far) on Bring Down The Enemy and Lizard King, but, and this is a serious but, but, there is a great balance here when it comes to “target demographics”. (Ooo, get me)
KAV can be appreciated by many walks of life, many different genres, different levels of maturity and experience because it is reminiscent of days gone by many moons ago, not so long ago as well as having the ability to come across as fresh and something slightly new to those lesser aware of the World gone by. I like this quite a lot and what I personally like about it most is that this is a re-introduction to the sound of many a great band rarely to play again, KAV re-opens a few closed doors.
It pains me to listen to a band like this. That does not mean I do not like them. On the contrary.
I can visualise a 60,000 strong chorus in a packed out arena after listening to A Ready Defense. But just not yet.
After listening to the tracks on their music player http://www.myspace.com/misfortune500 I was wanting to shout at them and say “Yes! That sound’s awesome” and then “No, no, no, no, no.”
Musically they are tight and very much a unit which is the foundation of a solid, big sound but I feel the band all revolves around the untrained larynx of the lead vocalist. Now worded like that, it can appear a touch on the harsh side, but let me explain my reasoning. As everyone kind of knows (apart from me perhaps because I know I can not sing to save my life) each individual has a level of sound which they can carry off and make good. Sir Tom Jones for example, cannot do high notes comparing to the late Freddie Mercury. U2’s Bono can not do the saucy yet rustic sound of the Stereophonics frontman Kelly Jones.
Where the singing is in the style of crack-influenced, depressive/aggressive punk rock as it is at 3:35 on the track A Ready Defense it doesn’t quite suit the song in my opinion but as it climbs towards to “purely belter” part after the instrumental section there is this passionate, roaring of a sound fantastically similar to the singer of Exit Calm (you’ll have to search for them, this is not their review). The eclectic, spinal-chilling moment when the singer does release that almighty tone to shiver the sternest of rocker is contained within that singer I have no shadow of doubt but the problem being is using that at the right time and far more frequently as I thoroughly believe that the key to their success lies in there. A slight reduction in the lingering, sustained vocals that carry on a slight amount to far the over shadow the music. A couple of pieces need moving about and a red-hot poker up the singers backside, Hollywood Bowl, watch them then go.
Well a night in is on the cards. Up @5am(ish) 2moz, but got up Noon today!?. Tonights kip will be a struggle. Tunes, Top Gear, Movie. A Plan 3 hours ago
The kettle's boiled, just got up. Listening to unsigned acts today. Annoyed that the "Unforseen Circ's" mean me stayin in and it's The Show! 8 hours ago
I think I need a better sleeping pattern.. 16 hours ago
has well and truly f$%^*! it now. Bugger. Bugger, bugger, bugger.. 17 hours ago
I am a muso who first listened to Jive Bunny and the Mastermixers.
Nowadays I enjoy looking out for something totally different, something unintroduced to me.
Why not? Being productive and creative to a degree rather than wasting my time in the pub like what I've done too much of before now.
Where?
How?!
In my freetime I do this but if you'd like to donate cash for being nice I've a PayPal! Or contact me thetruejoe90@hotmail.co.uk.
Or, just give me nothing and just enjoy the music that I've found through MySpace.
