If there's only one good thing to spring
from the Superwebification of rockular music - besides this
kickass website, that is - it's surely the imminent death
of the archaic and awkward album format.
While po-faced industry
twats have been predicting the death of the pop single since
the first one was released (Queen Victoria reading the Lord's
Prayer, released on 17-inch calico played at one revolution
per minute), it's surely the single's long-playing and, frankly,
crap cousin that is most at threat from all this fileburning
and downsharing malarkey. We at TinyVoices boldly prophesise
a glorious new dawn when we shall no longer have to part with
£15 for a crap album on the spurious basis of a sleeve
and one good single. Not that we pay for anything ever, being
a bunch of freeloading chancers who take the piss, but you
see our point.
The number of consistently brilliant albums have traditionally
been few and far between; recent years have produced Is
This It? and Original Pirate Material. Prepare
to add to this minute canon the debut from the delightfully-titled
The Go! Team, a frankly unlikely pan-European coalition comprising
guitars, breaks, beats, two lady drummers, an exuberant young
MC and a recorder player: as a formula it's a hoary old chestnut,
but against all odds they have breathed new life into the
tired genre.
Thunder Lightning Strike's ramshackle tunefulness
most obviously recalls a shoutier, less coffee-table-friendly
Avalanches, but what with all the cute instruments all over
the place there's more than a faint whiff of Belle and Sebastian:
"Bottle Rocket"'s combination of block-rockin' beats
and maudlin harmonica sounds like B&S attempting hip-hop...
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