Thursday, April 01, 2010

...And an admittance for Parachutes.

LCD Soundsystem is on his way with his (yes, it's a 'he', not a 'they') proclaimed last album. It's gonna be called This Is Happening, and the first single went into rotation last week. It's called 'Drunk Girls', and I must admit it isn't really what I like to hear from mr. Murphy. I hope he moves a bit deeper on the record. He's still not officially confirmed by Roskilde Festival, which is weird, since he confirmed himself something like a month ago. Normally they don't drag it that far if the artist has leaked the fact himself.

Trentemøller is coming forth with the follow-up to The Last Resort. Its name is Into The Great Wide Yonder, and he too has just released his first single, 'Sycamore Feeling'. It's, perhaps surprisingly, very much along the lines of The Last Resort, albeit with actual vocals. Very acoustically sounding.

I went down and saw Does It Offend You, Yeah? in Ã…rhus this Sunday, and although I was very impressed by their live energy and their ability to reproduce their distinctive sound live, the fact that they left stage after only 40 minutes was a major downturn. I just don't understand the aesthetics of playing surprisingly short concerts. I had the same experience with Hot Chip, who left a party-warty Arena at Roskilde after less than an hour in 2008, and with Lauryn Hill, who played only about 30 minutes in Rotorua, despite the fact that she was the main headliner. Why is it? I mean, I know Does It Offend You, Yeah? have been touring Europe extensively for the past few weeks, but come on, every musician ultimately is in the business to get to play live. It's always a kick, and why leave after half an hour or 45 minutes, when you've got the material to play an hour, maybe an hour 15? Especially when you're the main act, such as DIOYY were this sunday. The warmup band, Kakkmaddafakka (yep, Norwegian...) were a great surprise though, they were really fun.

The major thing this week though, has been my (re)discovery of Coldplay's debut album Parachutes. It's always been sort of a distant cousin to the other three albums, but I've finally gotten around to hear it more thoroughly, and it's just wonderful. Perhaps because my tastes have only recently developed in the direction of more folky rock. Parachutes is, much more so than the other albums, a quiet masterpiece, that doesn't have Chris Martin scream a whole lot of epicism at the top of his lungs. It's much more Thursday night at the jazz house than Saturday at Wembley. Very sweet.