Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Monday, 28 July 2014

My interview with Alex Hungtai AKA Dirty Beaches

Original interview published in The Cherwell: http://www.cherwell.org/culture/interviews/2014/06/30/interview-dirty-beaches

Foreword: Being certainly not a hardened interviewer, and having conducted them in multiple formats, this was very much a breath of fresh air. Although done over an exchange of emails, in some ways this format allowed the questions to be dealt with in a more direct manner, and the answers I obtained were some of the most insightful and profound out of anybody I've had the pleasure of talking to about their work. I hope I do justice to it here.

Alex Zhang Hungtai handles every aspect of his music project Dirty Beaches: performance, production and even PR. Born in Taiwan and raised in Canada, he has spent the past decade releasing a mixture of EPs and full length albums. “The best cities are where you can hone your craft and work minimum hours per week, Iike Montreal, Berlin, and Lisbon” he says, commenting on his own wanderlust. “They are all different and bring forth different qualities in me as a person”. Having joined his first band at 19, he started Dirty Beaches “probably around age 25, after I quit working in real estate”, although it only became a full-time job in 2011 when he was able to support himself. “It requires a lot of backing, and dedication and passion, to sustain itself as an operation,” he says, regarding his decision to run an entirely independent operation. “But I’m not in a hurry, I’m slowly learning the ins and outs of the business, but there are many things waiting to be learned.” 

Dirty Beaches’ signature sound is quite unlike anything else. The characteristic combination of loops, samples, distortion and guitar riffs is an experience in itself. And it is an experience which is meticulously crafted – “A lot of research goes into the albums,” he laughs, “anything from fi lm to dance, personal experience, literature, life and love”, but his live performances are “like a revolving evolution that change with time, and have to be sharpened and maintained”, while the records “a frozen documentation much like the idea of a time capsule that is set in stone”. His influences are similarly drawn from a diverse pool – “Films and auteurs have the capability of creating a world in which viewers can dive into. I find that aspect very inspiring.” 

Profound indeed for a musician who has a reputation for not caring about perceptions or pretence. “It’s as important as you let it be,” he says when I ask him about the importance of image. “It’s man made, so it can be sculpted. It’s important to remember that when constructing one’s image to remain human. Aesthetics are just like fashion, they are the surface. They all expire over time. Not everyone looks good in a leather jacket, it’s the man that makes the jacket. A snake might shed its skin, but it will always be a snake.” As well as his sophistic insights into essence over superficiality, he doesn’t mind other artists imitating him. “They say imitation is the best form of flattery: what other people do is not my business, and I have no right to judge them, as I’ve imitated other artists before me.” However, regarding DRM, he says that while he wants things to be as open as possible, there is a fine line, citing a fan who had crossed the line by “improving” one of his tracks. 

It is his nonchalance, genuine character, and honesty about his past and future which mark him out. “For people like us sent away as kids overseas, the idea of a country can seem severely distorted, outdated even. I’m learning more and more of my own culture and history as I grow. I hope to make films one day, or just write film scores as a living, to be a loving husband and father, son, brother, friend to the people I love, and to support them. I’m not too greedy, that’s all I want in life.”

Monday, 28 April 2014

Album Review: Damon Alban - Everyday Robots

Damon Albarn marks with Everyday Robots his departure from the legendary ventures of Blur and Gorrilaz, and the album hails a long-anticipated solo effort from a figure regarded as one of music’s modern day geniuses.
The album’s eponymous opening ballad is a reflective lament at modern life, and its melancholic strings set the tone of album until the upbeat, soulful croon of Mr Tembo. Some tracks such as Parakeet touch upon the downright experimental, while the influences of jazz and world music can be heard in others. Albarn himself has mentioned the positive effects of narcotics on his music in the past, and tracks such as Photographs (featuring recordings of late recreational drugs advocate Timothy Leary) might well be an honest homage to that period.
All in all, the debut is lyrically crafted near to perfection and peppered with personal nostalgia, while the passing of time is conveyed through the synthesised, minimalist drum beats that wearily characterises many of the songs. It’s a shame that the former britpop frontman doesn’t revisit his eclectic influences more, and express them overtly throughout the album, essentially leaving them as a collection of unfulfilled loose ends. But if this debut is anything to go by, they will soon be tied up in an unexpected but brilliant manner.

(4/5)

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Selfie-expression and hype demolition

In a recent interview, I was asked what amateurs could bring to areas such as writing and journalism where there were already multiple professional publications churning out similar material on demand. I replied that amateurs, specifically students, whilst playing by the same rules and regulations, could express themselves using their own style and feel less of a need to conform to an archetype specifically designed to increase sales. It's all about the freedom - and expression of freedom (as opposed to freedom of expression), whilst knowing what ought to be kept private is one of the great dilemmas of our time.

The sad truth is that these days, it's rather difficult to air one's hypercritical and often hyperbolic rants without committing libel or slander online, or being the target for online trolls. Even so, many sensible people with interesting views to share find themselves restrained due to bad experiences or shock stories of online users overstepping the mark with comments and being dragged into court. Here however, is what I believe is a piece that both manages (I hope) to avoid such obstacles whilst hitting  a good but overrated band directly in the crown jewels (this metaphor is particularly relevant, as it connects the blog post to a certain fad at the moment which hopes to raise awareness for testicular cancer - whilst generally encouraging young lads to flaunt a characteristic that has been used to measure manliness since humankind got up on its two hind legs and looked down).

Of course it could be that this article created on what appears to be a text-and-basic-image-only version of blogspot that looks old enough to predate both Geocities and Bruce Forsythe is just lost in that oblivious corner of the internet nobody really cares about. If so, there's no better time to uncover the treasure trove of boundless and free expression that existed the internet before 2005 (bloody hell I feel old already) and its YouTwitFace nonsense and everyone started taking selfies (I still don't buy it unless it's ironic, which many recent  #nomakeupselfies, raising awareness for breast-cancer, undoubtedly are) and sharing their intimate details with the man on the Clapham omnibus and his dog.

Read the post, which is less than kind to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers here.

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Lanterns On The Lake @The Bullingdon Arms Oxford - Live Review

Having never ventured far down the Cowley road, I was naturally a little apprehensive when unable to find The Bullingdon Arms (no connection to the delightful Oxford dining society). It turns out that the Bullingdon Arms is now called “The Art Bar”, with the room at the back for intimate performances now generally referred to as “The Bully”. Quite a contrast, and that was seen in the variety of the crowd, providing healthy competition for whatever-the-Obey-clad-youths-were-queueing-up-for-at-the-O2-opposite. But, demographic studies aside an intimate setting was ideal, and brought out the best of the 2 bands that played in its cosy midst. Oxford based 3-piece Deer Chicago opened, with their set of moderately heavy reverberating rock, and light-hearted quips about the main act’s northern extraction, both of which warmed the crowd up and even got a few dancing.


Lanterns On The Lake took to the stage fresh from an appearance at the Truck Store promoting their new album Until The Colours Run, and brought with them a number of loyal fans. The dimmed blue mood lighting was an interesting touch, but it suited the mellowed piano chords and melancholic voice of lead singer Hazel Wilde perfectly. The opening song Picture Show featured a variety of instruments including an accordion, violin, and an electric guitar bowed like a double bass. If anything, it was impressive how quickly the 5 bandmembers were able to juggle those instruments. The band are described simply as indie rock, and with the tone set to a mellow folk rock one would compare to the likes of Daughter or Beirut, I along with the overly intimate 50-year-old couple embracing in front of me was taken aback by the sudden transition of this tune into a frenzy of drumming, as 4/5 of the band recreated what seemed to be a crazed rain-dance. Just as I was beginning to worry that they intended to flood the venue to better suit their name, they played Another Tale from Another English Town, a nostalgic number which one could easily see turning into a ballad for a generation, while The Ghost that Sleeps within Me picked up symphonic clashes between guitar distortions and the amplified violin. It could have been a sudden blast of the aircon, but the ballad Sapsorrow sent shivers down my spine, whilst the fade to red lights coincided with the last number I love you Sleepyhead, ending the set on a pleasantly gentle note.

It’s great to see the popularity and appreciation for this Newcastle quintet gathering momentum, and one hopes to hear more from a sound that can only be described as precious.