When this album first came out a few months ago I dismissed it like a dick, I read a review that mentioned the Beatles, 70’s Komische music and psych and I just assumed it would be a weak pastiche of those things, which is probably why most bands hate influences being talked about in reviews; it distorts things.
I wish instead I read a review that talked about what a perfect flow it has, with the tracks washing and melting into each other while still somehow managing to have full distinctive melodies, it helps that their drummer is an absolute monster, flailing and flaying his way through the tracks, sometimes speeding them up to double time or simply beating them into a coma.
Actually though the musicianship of the whole band has a lot to be said for it, the whole thing is built on the back of a reckless virtuosity: flanged, warping layers of guitars are easily mistaken for keyboards, and the acid-fried keyboards often sound like guitars, while on top of this maelstrom the bass lines boom, swoop and groove giving the whole near-mess a backbone.
The final piece of the puzzle is songwriter/producer Kevin Parker, he’s got a melancholy streak a mile wide, these songs aren’t the usual stoner rock tributes to dungeons and dragons but rather about isolation, literally lonerism and it grounds the most exotic moments; Lonerisms most original quality is this ‘singer-songwriter-jamming-on-acid’ feel.
This recipe is one that I’ve taken pretty much verbatim from my uncle, he does a good line in hearty Irish food and this is a classic fisherman’s meal with a few twists that is super easy to make and prepare and very nourishing, it also has a lot of winter veg so its perfect comfort food. The only thing to watch for really is making sure the milk stays below boiling and doesn’t simmer over.
Ingredients for serving for 4:
1. Smoked fish (I use two haddock fillets usually but any smoked fish should do)
2. a single onion roughly chopped
3. 2 carrots diced
4. about a 1.5 liters of milk
5. 3-4 new potatoes diced
6. 2 sticks of celery diced
7. smoked paprika (I like the Spanish sweet smoked)
8. 6 button mushrooms diced
to drink: Guinness makes sense with this one, its malty rather than acidic so it goes well with the fish and milk, I prefer the bottled for home use as it has a slightly sweeter taste than canned.
Step1: saute your rough chopped onion in a spoonful of butter on a medium low heat until soft, be careful the butter doesn’t burn and use a decently large pot/pan
Step 2: chop your fish in medium sized chunks, add to the pot and put enough milk to cover it in
Step 3: add a teaspoon of smoked paprika and your diced vegetables making sure there is enough milk to cover, then leave the pot to simmer (not boil!) for about half an hour, the smoked flavour will soak into the milk and the vegetables should be well cooked and soft
Step 4: salt & pepper to taste and serve in a bowl, enjoy your Guinness you’ve earned it
Recently leafing through Magnums excellent ‘Magnum Ireland’ I found a surprise near the back as the book moved into the 1990s; a series of strange monochromatic portraits set in rural Connemara, it turns out that In 1993 the famed Japanese clothing designer Yohji Yamamoto commissioned photographer Ferdinando Scianna to shoot non-professional models in Connemara wearing his clothing, the results are fantastic: beyond the clothing they capture the strange, wild timelessness that still exists in Ireland today and (presumably on purpose as he’s a noted influence on Yamamoto) echo the social portraiture of German photographer August Sander.
I’m writing this a million years after everyone who wanted to see this movie has seen it because I really thought Submarine would be cloying and precious and all those things that coming of age movies seem to have become since they started making money (see: the nadir that is Nick & Norah’s Infinite playlist) but its a lovely film, with genuinely cringe worthy adolescent moments and the defensive self-absorption of both lead characters is great and very accurate, reminds me of GHOST WORLD (which I saw as an actual adolescent and loved and still love)
This is a very good, very strange book that offers both a realists portrait of Peruvian society in the mid-1950’s and a bizarre alternate soap opera world full of incestuous socialites, radical preachers and obsessive ratcatchers, about the only thing in the Anglo fiction world that’s comparable might the early John Irving books like ‘the World According to Garp’ (but that’s just coincidence)
Lots of people are talking about Greece right now, talking about it’s fall from cradle of civilisation to European pariah which is pure journalistic bullshit, one thing people aren’t talking about (at least not very loudly) is that Greek cinema is incredible right now, or that Ariene Labed is one of the weirdest, best and least vain actresses in the world.
What’s so appealing about the films like Dogtooth, Attenberg and presumably from the enigmatic trailer the new film by Yorgos Lanthimos Alps* coming out of Greece right now is the sheer non-commercial creative vein these movies have hit upon. These are no bildungsroman’s about young people with mild anxiety disorders or quirky romantic comedies but neither are they staid, painstakingly slow mood pieces either : just properly strange, searching work.
Good morning moka pot. A morning without coffee is like sleep. A good morning is fuelling up with your own, home-brewed espresso. This is our dream pot: a hybrid of the classic Italian pots, traditional Japanese handicraft, and Norwegian cravings for extra strong coffee. The pot is made in aluminium, with a walnut handle. The way the pot is divided tells the story of the transition from the crude to the refined – from beans and water to pure pleasure.