Archive for February, 2015
A new jam from Tim Shiel and Ben Abraham‘s Telling, that’s what we were treated to on Wednesday this week. It was posted with neither fanfare nor press release, injected into the internet’s netherveins through the musical fluidbag that is soundcloud. Sometimes that fluidbag feels more like a colostomy bag but not this day friends, we have a real gem from this pair, a track called New Love that highlights Ben’s vocal chops and Tim’s sharp capacity to process vocals. The beat is lovely in itself, peppered with choral synths, harp progressions and a guitar line that serves rythm around the thumping bass which actually strikes quite hard during that middle eight(*ish) section. A very clever song from a very clever duo.
This song loses me immediately when it opens with some fairly vanilla coffee discussion but hold your judgement, we move forward from there. Copeland tried that song about cofee schtick and it didn’t work all too well. I think they got too caught up in the coffee dialogue which is, funnily enough, the same mistake that my friend Jared makes which is why he’s entirely intolerable to be around. Not Brisbane’s Greg Chiapello though, coffee is just a launchpad for Greg, as it should be for all of us. The song doesn’t full take flight until the piano line arrives with the chorus and the result is sickly sweet but unimaginably catchy. It’s something like Tobias Jesso Jr crossed with Roy Orbison. I’m into it.
So Dom spun this one on his show tonight and even though I have about a hundred and seven songs backed up, all in dire need of corresponding words, I was smitten enough to open wordpress and put these ones down. First things first
I’m the realest, Sia is a preposterous vocalist. The element that makes both Sia and Rihanna stand so tall (among many other components) is the ability to sing a way so as to tonally convey feeling. I’m in two minds about whether or not she actually sings from experience since hearing her explain that she knocks over some of her songs in less that five minutes but it might be that such efficiency could only be the product of honesty. Or vice versa. Weirdly I thought this track was from 2007 thanks to the dated production and my own failing sense of temporal placement.
I’ve not included a picture of Sia in this post because I think that’s what she would have wanted and also it seemed like a bit more work to do so.
That opening chime sounds like a tug boat’s bell, cutting through mist and heralds the impending watery tones of the proceeding nine minutes. “Nine minutes you say sir? I’ll have me some of that Planète, yes please.” The song becomes progressively less pretty as he adds layer after to layer but what it loses in crystalline clarity, it gains in rounded, warm energy. I even went and commissioned this short film to be made so that you can watch it on mute while listening to the below song. It cost me an arm and a small fortune but worth it if it helps you become the best ou that you can be. Dion Tartaglione has been producing ambient soundscapes under that mantle for a year or so now, garnering is share of critical praise in the doing. This week he announced new management, the nurturing hands of the Good Manners boys, and I suspect that with the right industry push, he’ll be playing boiler room sets in not the not too distant future.
An Ed Sheeran remix isn’t exactly the Sound Doctrine standard fare but this Sable edit of Don’t is a jim-jam of the highest order. Only time will tell if jim-jam is a wildly cool turn of phrase or something that I’ll be ill remembered by. This song answers that eternal question posed by the great philosopher Odd Mobb. Yes. It’s a banger.