Bodysong has been hailed as a kind of British Koyaanisqatsi, a poetic implosion of images swimming forth from birth to death. You need music for that, who're you gonna call? The Radiohead guitarist, plainly. Jonny Greenwood says this spacey set of instrumental ambience and interference isn't to be compared or contrasted with Radiohead, which means I can't just say it's creepy and often impenetrable. You probably have to watch the film in tandem: Philip Glass' use of repetition worked better with Koyaanisqatsi than as a wedding floor-filler.
Set fire to anything. Set fire to the air," urged John Cale at the beginning of Music For A New Society. That 1982 masterpiece was the evisceration of a man whose fractured psyche was mirrored perfectly by songs arranged in jagged, improvisatory style; a knife held at the throat of sweetness. Now he reappears with his first album of songs for seven years, and his finest album in any genre for over two decades.
Arguably (though there's no debate among the voices in this listener's head) the best album of 2001, Asleep In The Back must have been a tough (and tender) act to follow. Partly because the Lancashire-based band had around 10 years to write, record and re-record that debut, navigating a route through various music biz mazes. Required to deliver a follow-up with unaccustomed haste after gold discs, rave reviews and sold-out US tours, Elbow initially froze. "It was like rolling a boulder up a hill", Guy Garvey's said. They took a break, reflected, reconvened.
If you can remember the '90s, you have mediocre taste in music. Subtitled "The Best Of Britpop", this double CD ties in with the John Dower documentary about that media-stoked mirage, Cool Britannia. As Blair morphs into Thatcher and everyone wonders what they saw in the Gallaghers, it's not a fruitful time to hear this listless stodge. The track listing prompts an inner sigh—Cast, Shed Seven, the supremely flaccid Embrace. No wonder it was piss-easy for The Strokes to clean up with three Blondie riffs.
