Snow Patrol, Ghostpoet, White Denim
NME’s Jazz Monroe reviews this week’s singles
Snow Patrol – ‘Called Out In The Dark’
Gazza Lightbody and co’s last two albums were so wet of spirit and middle of road they were prancing back to the pavement for fear of being run over. ‘Called Out In The Dark’ once again paints the Eeyore-rockers as merely the minions polishing the throne of the ruling uncles of mid-life anthemry, Elbow.
Okkervil River – ‘Your Past Life As A Blast’
You can practically smell the songwriting juices fuelling this. Flaunting the male disease of musical self-importance like an impressive black eye, its shamelessly literary narrative would bore our bollocks off were it not for some louche ’80s schmooze buttressing Will Sheff’s scratched-DVD lyrics. It’s pretty amazing, but no-one will buy it.
Bon Iver – ‘Holocene’
After that debut turning internetshire inside-out with glee, that Kanye duet making blubbering Auto-Tuned folkisms the height of epicurean taste, and that follow-up turning the world inside-out all over again, we’re back where we started. ‘Holocene’ will once more elevate you to that peculiar, sunblushed balcony of sublime ego-death only J-Vern can.
Dels ft Joe Goddard and Roots Manuva – ‘Capsize’
Penning a non-facepalm political pop song seems impossible to most modern musicians, making ‘Capsize’ all the more impressive. “Ain’t nothing changed since Britain turned blue/Looks like we’re all fucked, no lube” yells Dels, valiantly. The cruel irony of the words-not-weapons ethos here is that Ninja Tune was devastated by the PIAS fire, suggesting we should have perked our ears up a little sooner.
Ghostpoet – Liiines’
More fine Brit-hop – this time, insightful, indie-flirting tweenius from dapper trilby-enthusiast Obaro Ejimiwe, who already has Mike Skinner slavering. This end-of-night shower of sleepy lexical excellence is easily 2011 times better than 99 per cent of the regressive braggadocio that cruises annoyingly around the mainstream these days, masquerading as the voice of THE KIDS, MAN.
White Denim – ‘Is And Is And Is’
How the Christ did this lot ever get anyone listening long enough to give a shit? Bereft of decent clothes, sex appeal and memorable tunes, their sustained existence is baffling. But to level your flak at ’Is And Is And Is’ would be to miss its enchanting, off-kilter psych-rambunctiousness. That said, the lack of tune does lead it to roam the wilderness of ‘very alright’ for so long it couldn’t hitch a ride to ‘brain-blisteringly awesome’ if it tried.