Thursday, 28 February 2013

m b v Review


m b v
My Bloody Valentine
MBV Records


It suddenly struck me last night that my inability to finish this review, to settle on a definitive version of my opinion, was not unlike Kevin Shields’ own unwillingness to just say “yep, record’s done, get it out there.” All the press should get together and refuse to release their reviews for twenty one years and see how he likes it. He wouldn’t give a shit of course, because if nothing else, m b v  is the record he wanted it to be, and damn the rest of us.

In honour of his stubbornness, I am going to cut and paste my old versions alongside these new words. Originally, the review started like this:

Chinese Democracy. Prometheus. Kid A. Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned. The Phantom Menace. The Next Day.

Whether revisiting the realm of your former glories, or desperately trying to forge a new direction off the back of a seminal work, the expectations that grow outside of the creator’s control can often form a larger than reality version than could ever actually exist.

I don't need to bore you with the 21 year history of the gestation of Kevin Shield's follow up to Loveless, but the weight of expectation does hang over its nine tracks. Even that seems slim. I remember when Kid A came out (and that was only a four year wait) I was disappointed to only be getting 10 tracks (and no singles, so no B-sides) and one of those was a washy instrumental. Over time, of course, I came to love it.

Which partly explains my inability to make a definite decision on this album. Is it a great album of all time, a great My Bloody Valentine album or just a great album for 2013? Or is it a mess?

The album opens in familiar, yet brave style. She Found Now washes into view exactly like it’s 1993, yet it is a lesser discussed version of MBV that make it's appearance first; their balladeering side, and this fits snugly between From Here Knows When and Sometimes in their catalogue.

The majority of the first two third’s tracks sound like good My Bloody Valentine songs. They have the odd eight chord cycles, atypical vocal hooks albeit with a more relaxed, laid back approach, especially with regards to the dynamics. Nothing is going to blow your ears off. They start, they sound good and then they end.

Only Tomorrow has a wonderful, underplayed melody that worms its way into your consciousness. Is This And Yes shows a different approach with a largely organ led arrangement and New You is disconcertingly regular in its production; the most accessible moment by far (and the only that could be a single), yet somehow weaker for it.

This is where I need to step back in, from the current day, and say I was about to comment that despite 21 years of work, it felt sparse; it lacked evidence of the care and attention you would attribute to a perfectionist like Shields.

But, it continues to reveal itself. It didn’t help I first experiences it through a laptop – my own stupid fault for rushing to hear it. My vinyl arrived yesterday ( and it is beautiful, much more so than it appears to be on a computer screen, which is appropriate) and I’ve blasted the CD out in the car too. Quite simply, it grows with every listen. Even New You, which sounded tame and easy, slowly reveals itself, which is contradictory because I said it was immediate.

At first I thought this:

So it’s weird it feels devoid of atmosphere. The swirling reverb and delay are undeniably atmospheric, but certain sounds, especially the chunking guitar and almost clichéd keyboard counter melodies on In Another Way just sound tinny and weak. It just won’t click for me.

But now it has clicked. I still don’t like that crappy guitar sound on In Another Way’s bridge (or whatever) but the way the wailing guitars bring it out of that section now makes sense. The sounds aren’t showy, but they are perfect.

The last third, starting with that track, certainly takes My Bloody Valentine to new territories, the thumping, rattling loops used to great effect. Although, these are also the tracks that recount the untouchable rush of first having the chorus of Soon immerse your soul. They are indefinable, delightful moments. Who wouldn’t have loved this to have been released the same week as Wonderwall or Country House?

Nothing Is is the duff Treefingers type palette cleanser, oddly positioned as track 8 of 9. But the album, once I stopped thinking of it in thirds, does flow incredibly well. It took a few listens to adjust to a post Loveless MBV and certainly, more releases will  help put it in greater context. It doesn’t have the pure force of nature of their last album, and lacks the ‘band’ feel of earlier records; despite no alleged digital interference, the drums in particular circle around like click tracks on occasion.

But this is Kevin’s baby, his vision and he has released it on his own terms. No easy route, no big comeback single; just the record he wanted to release and though I am still working my way through it, that is ultimately what I wanted from the record.

Dean Freeman

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

Outrun The Meteor Shower Review


Speed Dinosaurs
Outrun The Meteor Shower
TNS Records


Speed Dinosaurs are a three piece ukulele, double bass and cajon playing band, that frequently play around the Leeds area. This is their debut release and from the cover you can tell this isn’t any normal EP

The five track release starts with a short song called Not That Punk, it sounds like it is being played with lots of energy, finishing under two minutes. It’s repetitive but in a good way, making them an instantly likeable band and setting out for a strong EP. The second song Freemason shows more varied lyrics and musical ability but keeping it fun with the fast ukulele playing. There’s a variety of themes to the songs and this shows they don’t all have to be funny to be great additions to the EP.

The third track shows how different this band are, most of the lyrics are in German and the chorus goes “I got an E in my GCSE German.” However it’s equally catchy as is strange, I cannot get the chorus out of my head!

A Working Hypothesis has some more thoughtful moments and is probably the most serious track, but keeps up the Speed Dinosaurs’ unique sound.

The last song Too Drunk is the standout track with a ska-esqe tempo, backing up the funniest lyrics yet. They finish on a high, while slowing down the tempo and showing off something you wouldn’t expect after the first four tracks, putting their great musical abilities to the forefront.

Being able to have such a range of varied tracks on their first release gives them a great unpredictability. Don’t take it too seriously but that’s clearly not their aim either, they make sure you can laugh at the lyrics while getting them stuck in your head. Basically, there’s not much you could put in the category of ukulele punk, but that’s not a bad thing. Unique. Strange. Fun. What more do you need?

Kieran Lacy

Monday, 25 February 2013

Berlyn Trilogy Review


Words Of A Stranger / Can The Heart Be Saved
Berlyn Trilogy
Self Released

I could never say I was a fan of ‘Darkwave/Synthpop’ but I have had a positive experience of the genre recently in the shape of a two track release from Berlyn Trilogy. Now, I don’t know about you, but for me when it’s any type of electronica and there’s even a slight mention of Germany it always conjures up images of Kraftwerk, and yes the Bowie link in the name intrigued me, SO…

The first track, the newest, was pretty absorbing, it comes on like the theme to a Sci-Fi film that is yet to be made; slightly unnerving, brooding even yet with a fairly slick gloss surface that only synths can create. This three-piece seem to have been playing around Wakefield for a while, but I’ve never seen them live, although I can honestly say that I’ve not seen many bands of this ilk live because it’s just not my bag watching three people standing behind keyboard stands.

However, sitting on the plane flying away from the snow for a few sunny days of February escapism, these two tracks did the trick. Something in those receding grey skies and the fluffy clouds beneath me helped me to find the optimism that I assume has always lived inside of electronic music, hitherto unappreciated by me!

Keyboards used to only make me think of grey skies, post-Soviet apartment blocks and Trabants, but it’s about the future really isn’t it? About our future and the future of music and the future of humans and machines and actually, where before I heard grating, lean machine sounds maybe, just maybe, these are the sounds of a better future where man and machine have found harmony together, just like I can always hear in the feedback of an electric guitar. I don’t know, it could have been the gin and tonics at 33,000 feet, but I really enjoyed both tracks, I was lulled into a little happy modernist (post-modern?) bubble!

So, there you have it, I don’t think you need to be doing 500 miles an hour on a couple of gins to enjoy this, but it certainly helped me to finally ‘get’ this style of music, and whenever, wherever I can find a place in my heart for something new, then it’s a good day!

Matt Rhodie

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Philophobia Music is Five Years Old



This week Philophobia Music turned five years old.

Now, that is a long time. What have you done that lasted five years? Perhaps a relationship or a job – and I bet they were hard enough. But a record label, in this economic climate, during this half decade of technological advance and altering buying habits, in Wakefield of all places - that is something to be proud of.

If you've ever created a piece of art, recorded a song, or just rehearsed for a gig, you will know how hard it is to keep at it, to stay focussed. Think about that. Creating that one 'thing'. Yet the hardest part can be just after the event. It felt amazing, but did the buzz, the attention of a handful of strangers warrant the time you spent? The hardest part is then starting the next thing…and the next thing…

I have seen so many bands come and go, with barely a 'thing' released. Fan and web zines too tend to appear in a blaze of bravado, then slip away within 12 months. The reason is that it is easy to talk big. Anyone can have an idea. Commitment long term to an idea is much harder, and there must surely be some irony that a record label whose name expresses a fear of love, has not only committed to an idea for so long, but received an increasing affection from true music lovers over it's five years.

For me, the most astounding thing about Philophobia's milestone is the amount they have created. It works out at pretty much a record release every month and a half. For five years. That is an unbelievable work rate.

What does this tell us? That they are a slick, professional business? No. It tells us that their commitment to local music has not waivered, that Wakefield has a wealth of talent no-one else was willing to back and that they have got better at what they do. No-one would spend five years releasing CDRs in handmade sleeves to zero sales. They've learnt, they've got better, and the reason it has worked so well is that bands they have released have done exactly the same.

It's worth noting that Philophobia is the work of one man, one crazy bearded character who has spent all his spare cash from an uninspiring job on bands and musicians who have become friends. No one funded it. Let's face it; it was an unsellable idea. The big fish in the culture and leisure departments of the council don't know what he does. He's a guy in a flat, but one that has changed the lives of many people.

You'll notice I'm avoiding speaking of the actual music. Well, for one, we do enough of that. And we'll do it some more in the next issue of Rhubarb Bomb. And hopefully we'll hear from some of the 40 or so bands and 100 or so people that have had their creations released by the label.

The music is, ultimately, a matter of taste. And the full Philophobia story arc is only really clear to those who have been around to witness it from the beginning. The only thing that really matters is that Philophobia Music is still here and is as strong as ever. It is, as ever, criminally unappreciated but is a beacon in the city, and in the world of Indie.

There will be a compilation record later this year and a Easter Sunday birthday party. Until then, I recommend you take a look at their vast shop and treat yourself to some music in its purest form; undiluted by the fakeries of promotional campaigns, demographics and any attempt to make a profit. Creative, adventurous, playful, dedicated, passionate. And every penny goes back in to the pot to create more.

And if you enter ‘birthday’ at the checkout before midnight on Sunday, you’ll get 50% off everything. So you’ve no excuse. 

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

The Clive Continuum


“Awards”   
(see also: "Festivals" "Demos" "Respect" "Side Projects"  "Lyrics"  "Touring")


Clive Smith Is The Savoir Of Rock & Roll.

So, I was on holiday recently. I went for a trip around one of my favourite parts of the country - the North East. Beautiful place. From the Blast Furnaces of Redcar to the long dead port-town of Sunderland, it is a trail of glorious decline, and a strong lesson in how quickly this crazy world can change.

I'll happily tell you the whole road trip story down the boozer some time, but something else happened on that trip which changed my life. No, actually, it reaffirmed what I already knew, but showed me a new way to know it, if you catch what old Clive is saying.

Like God coming down to visit a priest and saying "Hey Priest, all this stuff you are saying is dead good. You know it's true. But maybe you shouldn’t just be talking about it. You should be doing something too, pal."

Which could lead to missions to Africa or mass murder, but at least it gets him out of the Church.

The moment came to me in Washington Motorway Services, the most northerly in England. I'd been snowed in for four days. I'd setup camp in an easily defendable corner of WHSmiths (should my co-trappees turn cannibalistic) and had become fat on salty, pre-packaged sandwiches and family sized packs of 'Fiery' Doritos.

The biggest tragedy was that the KFC wasn't open; no staff had made it in that morning. The second day was mainly spent trying to master the intricacies of their cooking machines, which was harder than you'd think. And I just couldn't find the balance of spice combinations to make it worthwhile. My time at the Subway counter was equally fruitless. I made a sandwich but it just looked shit; I didn't want to touch it. I have a new appreciation for the calling of the 'Sandwich Artist'.

Anyway, four days in I was starting to go a bit loopy. I needed some mental stimulation. And have you been in a WHSmiths? It was like that proverb "Water, water all around but not a drop to drink". There was Zoo magazine and What Car? magazine and "Bake a Cake" magazine. There was nothing about Darts. So, I did something I didn't think I would ever do; I picked up a copy of NME.

Bono Is A Massive Idiot Face

It was everything I feared it would be, and worse. Like a Jennifer Anniston film. I'm with it enough to have learnt the word hipster and this 'rag' was full of what I had thought they would look like. All the hair, and makeup, and moodiness, and the empty headed daydreaming. I don't think there was a person in there over 50, except maybe Liam Gallagher whose craggy face and mind are given an unnatural gleam of youth due to the immaturity spouted by his mouth hole.

It dawned on me that the truth is obsolete. Things like the NME supposedly report on what is happening, the facts of the story, but instead are just chugging out their own polluted version of the world. I always thought they were plain stupid in the early '80s when they panned my albums. Now I see I didn't fit in with their world view, just as I don't fit in now with the world view of other publications, like Wakefield’s Rhubarb Bomb.

The fact they have a 'world view' is the first clue to the overarching arrogance of the tiny, insignificant magazine. But to someone like me, who has always strived to tell the whole truth, whether it be a declaration that "It's time to party like we're on drugs" (New Rave Sound from House Party, 1996) or "this government has some serious questions to answer" (City Centre Art Project from Public Money, Stupid!, 1986), it is a cruel ethos to swallow.

The NME revelation brought into focus something that had been a source of mire for me since New Year; Rhubarb Bomb's 'Best Of The Year' awards. As an artist who had released two impressive, sell-out records and a seminal best of collection, I was sure I'd be up for something. Short listings were announced and I was noticeable to all by my absence.

But then I noticed an extra award, the 'Tru DIY' trophy given out to a special, one-off performer. I did a quite smile on my face and thought "I bet that's me int it?"

It's not often I'm both shocked and wrong, but on this occasion I was. Runaround Kids won it, for releasing just seven tracks in an overly complicated way. Seems they were instead spending their time making their hair and makeup and moody faces fit the NME demographic. And for this they get an award and a big pat on the back.

Runaround Kids: Like The Beatles being buggered by the Bay City Rollers in the back of a big blue bus.

I read that copy of NME over and over again. I took in its hyperbole, its sibilance and its bathetic declension, halting only to occasionally consult a dictionary. I realised journalism isn't about truth. It's about making your own bed and then leeching off the genuine talent of others in order to make a quick bit of pounds.

I'm not that man. And I felt dirty that I had been involved with Rhubarb Bomb and its evil intentions. But I knew my intentions were pure. To educate. To inform. To share. Those dark January days, after the award snub, I questioned whether I should perhaps tone down the 'truth' aspect of my work. Maybe I should be more like they want me to be. If I started sucking up to people, doing favours for 'friends' and what not, perhaps I could work my way up to Assistant Editor at Rhubarb Bomb and get some real power.

But after Washington, I know I am right. At least, I know I was always right, like that Priest man thinks he is, but I was perhaps doing it the wrong way. I am still about the music. I couldn't stop it spurting out of me if I tried. But I now believe the word is mightier than the chord. My truth has reached an event horizon - can I pull through to the other side?

So here are my awards. People might not like them, but I'm sure Rhubarb Bomb will still print it, as they perceive themselves as some kind of alternative to the alternative. Yeah yeah yeah. Grow up.

Album Of The Year: Life Is A Motorway by Clive Smith
Telling It Like It Is Award: @jonezcrusher on Twitter
Best Session Musician: Bulky Thompson (from Pontefract)
Best New Band: The Pills
Best new Genre: JapRap
Best Gig: The Killers, in one of those big stadiums.
Most Overhyped Thing: Wakefield
Best Sax Solo - Schindler Cartwright
Best Solo Sax - Holly H Hindelburg
Best Metaphor - Gravity by Euphoria Audio
Best Motorway - M6
Best Dressed Man - Bob Dylan
Surprise Of The Year - Paul McCartney replaces Kurt Cobain and Nirvana actually become listenable.
Most Spherical Song - Nakkas by Retarded Fish
Lost Up its Own Bottom (Award) : Rhubarb Bomb
Big Hope for 2013: Long Division (a chance to redeem yourself)
Beacon Of Truth: You. (yes, you!)

So be warned; the truth in its ugliest, truest form is here and if the world can't deal with it, then the world can go away right now.

Oh, I got out of the services on day 10. It was quite fun in the end. I also recommend Sunderland Glass Museum if you are in that part of the country.

Clive Smith

Monday, 14 January 2013

Another Failed Festival Application


Playing a festival is often high up on any young band’s agenda. In fact, scratch that, it is high up on any band’s agenda, because festivals are great. Whether you are trying to break a new audience, take the step up from O2 Academies to arena tours, or just want to play in a field, in the rain alongside other bands you love, the festival slot is a great prize.

But it is so damn hard to get the bookings. Having seen this from both sides, as artist and promoter, I maybe have a little insight into both the expectations / misconceptions of the bands and the business vs. passion conflicts of the organisers.

As I am currently programming Long Division for the third year, I am receiving bucketloads of applications and a lot of people seem to make the same mistakes time and time again. Here, I am compiling what I feel are useful guidelines if you are applying to a festival. Some of it will sound harsh, unfair and cruel. But from my experience, it is all true.

Because the truth is that the application you spend an age perfecting will probably be not even read. One word or phrase in there will instantly turn off the promoter. I do it everyday: delete. Or send it to an applications folder to ‘read later’ but is never seen again because I’m out there booking bands I already know and love.

It may seem incredibly arrogant that I would delete an application without even reading the whole thing. As someone who was (and is) in a band, I find it quite disgusting.

But most festivals will, though I would like to note that I am referring to ‘cold’ applications i.e. ones that just appear in my inbox with no preamble or explanation. Specific application processes, with requirements made clear, have an obligation to read submissions carefully, if not listen.

So now we’ve made clear what a shit I am, and what a fucked up industry this is, let’s see what we can do to improve your chances.

Perspective

To put your application in perspective, Long Division receives on average 5 – 10 applications a day to play the event. These start appearing when we announce our dates (so maybe 9 months prior to the event) and continue well into the summer – they are not the result of us requesting applications. These hit their peak around the January to March window. If a band applies to us in that busy period, they are going to be one of maybe 1000 applications. And we are pretty low down on the festival circuit, let’s be fair, so imagine what bigger ones have to deal with?

This stems mainly from places like EFestival and The Unsigned Guide. A lot of bands come across The Unsigned Guide at some point, when it suddenly feels like all your problems have been solved. Instead of endlessly Googling for record labels to send demos to, venues to play at, or festival to apply to, it’s all there, in one handy guide.

Unfortunately, it's not just you that has this information. It’s now just easier for you to spam people. It’s a result of our connection to this that we now get applications from all over the place, including:

-          The Only Way Is Essex ‘stars’
-          Bands who have ‘played alongside’ One Direction, Busted, Snoop Dogg etc
-          Tibetan Throat Singers
-          House DJ’s who are legends in Ibiza
-          Status Quo Cover Bands

So you see why I have got into the habit of hitting ‘delete’. Your genuinely interesting and relevant application could be lost amongst the spam. So the key is, how do you make it stand out and increase your chances of playing a festival?

It’s Who You Know

The niggling suspicion I had a bassist in an under achieving Wakefield band was true. The number one rule of playing festivals (and probably your entire musical career) is that it completely depends on who you know.

But that doesn’t mean festival promoters only give slots to their mates. It means you need to try and build a relationship with the organisers. Who is behind the festival? If, as with Long Division, they are run by a zine or website, have you sent them records to review in the past? Have they covered a live show of yours? Have you made any effort to get your name known by them, or is this application the first time they will have come across you?

If you are an active band, you should already be building contacts with other bands, zines and venues. A recommendation will go along way. Think about that wall of 1000 applications sat in Long Division’s email account. If there is someone we know and trust who can point a big finger at your name, it can only help. If you have played with a band we have had on before, if you have released a record with a label we celebrate, if you once worked at McDonalds with the drummer from the band that so-and-so from Kaiser Chiefs used to play in… any connection to what the festival is about and its circle of friends will help. It’s not about cliques – it’s about your name being more than just another on a list.

Success with this element can make the rest of this posting irrelevant. Because if they know you, they will read it all and give it the time it deserves. I know from reviewing records; it is much harder to rate a record poorly if it is someone you have had a pint with. Likewise with festival applications.

Don’t Spam

The most common email that arrives in my inbox is one that is clearly sent out to every festival in the country. If you think this is the way to get a slot at a festival, you are severely misinformed.

For one, it sticks out like a sore thumb (especially if you forget to change the name of the festival in the main text before sending). The main failing, however, is that there isn’t an application that will suit every festival, because every festival is different. By trying to please them all with this perfectly constructed email, you will likely please none of them.

You need to reduce your targets. There is no point applying for a festival that doesn’t suit who you are and what you want. Don’t waste your time, don’t waste mine. Spend more time on finding the right events and then personalise. When I open an email and it begins ‘Dear Sir / Madam’ I am already hovering over the delete button. Whereas, if the band has taken the time to figure out my name, or at least title with the festival's name, I am at least still interested.

It takes longer, but don’t spam. Maybe the best intro is to say you have actually attended the festival as a punter in previous years – assuming you have, don’t lie. We love to hear from people that took the effort to attend. Flattery goes miles. A personal opening that is clearly addressed to that one festival only will do wonders, and will at least get the reader to the second paragraph.

No Storytelling

Another big mistake is to make an application too long. The story of how your band formed is, to you, unique and endlessly interesting. No-one else gives a fuck. Simple as.

“My band formed in 2006 through a shared love of The Killers and Arctic Monkeys. We played at many local venues and developed a reputation for an exciting and energetic live show. We then recorded a demo at Blah Blah Blah Studios with a producer you don’t know and released it to wild acclaim (though we have no reviews to prove it). Sadly, in 2009 Jimmy left for university and after a long search we found Jonny who replaced him on guitar, giving the band a harder edge…”

That’ll make great copy in your autobiography one day, I’m sure, but this isn’t the time or place. I’ve done the very same thing when I was posting things out for my band. Now I know that organisers don’t have the time for it. Worse, they carry around the idea that they have seen it all before, and the above will only reinforce that idea.

You need to focus on what you are doing now. A chronological explanation of the band always means the interesting stuff is at the end. Maybe the above story ends with:

“Then, after completing the tour support with Sonic Youth, we signed to Wichita

But I probably wouldn’t even get that far. What have you achieved in the last six months (tops)? What are you doing right now, and what is coming up between now and the festival? Try and avoid what ‘might’ be happening or what you ‘plan’ to be doing. Give me facts, a snapshot of who the band is right now. The application as a whole should be no more than three paragraphs.

Do Your Research

What is the festival looking for in a band? For Long Division, I am looking for a shared understanding of what music is, the purpose it serves and how you operate as an artist. I want examples of a DIY ethos, connections to underground / alternative culture. Some festivals are looking for a specific genre. Others aren’t overly bothered if your brand of pub-rock is slightly predictable; it’s about how good you are at entertaining a crowd of people. Some are just interested in how many YouTube hits you’ve had.

There is no right or wrong thing. But you need to understand what the festival wants. It’s not about a great riff. It’s a bigger package than that. It’s the ethos. It’s like when I get an application and the main selling point is that Nissan used one of the band’s songs on an advert. Or that they were finalists for Live & Unsigned. I just feel like saying; don’t you read the zine? Which, of course, they don’t.

By doing your research and knowing what a festival wants, you can send different types of application to different festivals; some focussing on the great reviews you’ve had from Traditional English Folk Weekly whilst others focussing on how you recorded and released your debut record, whilst self funding a UK tour. Tailoring your applications will greatly increase the odds of being noticed. It will also inadvertently force you to assess yourself and your goals; a very positive thing.

Make It Scanable

So, thus far, you have managed to send your application to the right people, have personalised it to their requirements and kept it short and to the point. That may well have got you to the exciting point where the entire email will be read.

Harsh, but probably true. Any festival that claims to read then listen to every artist that sends an application is either a liar, suffering a severe crisis of identity, has too much time on it’s hands, which leads to the idea it is likely to not be a very good festival – unless they have a specific application process, as mentioned previously.

At this point, you need to once again think about what this specific festival is looking for. I will only scan through first of all. Especially now, with emails on phones, I may receive yours whilst I am at work. Or waiting for the bus. Will I still remember it when I log on to the laptop that evening?

Think of the application as the written part of a job application. You need to talk about your achievements. It’s about hard facts, as well as ideals and intentions. Only a good written application will get you through to the face to face interview, by which I mean download your music or watch a YouTube clip.

So when I am scanning, I want to see things that set off light bulbs in my head. Bands you have played with. Festivals you have performed at. Records you have released. Are we on the same wavelength?

As many little lighbulb moments as you can fit in. Press quotes are excellent, though I always scan over where the press quote has come from rather than the quote itself. If Steve Lamacq has been talking about you, it tells me something different to if it came from The Sun newspaper.

This scanning may seem unnecessarily unfair. If I had time to look at them all I would. But this method means I can chuck out stuff that is really obviously not what my festival is all about. And if your application isn’t hitting these points, it may get thrown out with the rest of the rubbish, despite you actually being pretty decent.

Links

You’ve made it. You’ve not been deleted out of principal, they’ve not hated your band name and it sounds like you are up to some really interesting stuff.

It’s time to link to your music. This is, to be fair, pretty easy. Things to avoid are linking to videos of low quality live shows. Avoid out of date sites (I still get people linking to Myspace, for example) and choose your most immediate, accessible work.

I feel especially wrong about that last point because a lot of music that I love is quite slow burning. I don’t want knuckle dragging indie anthems at Long Division. If your music is less accessible, you really need to work on building those relationships before hand. Or getting some great quotes that will get the listener through that three minute organ drone that opens your masterpiece album.

But if you can, keep it to one music link, one video link. If you link to a Bandcamp or a YouTube channel, it gives us the opportunity to easily seek out more if we like what we see / hear.

Follow Ups

Don’t pester the promoter. But it isn’t a crime to follow up an application. It is incredibly difficult to judge because you don’t know the timescales they are working to. Before I began doing Long Division, I wouldn’t have dreamed of not replying to someone’s email, ever. The first year I tried to, and that’s when I gave up. I’m sorry, I don’t have the time to try and be polite and say why I don’t want your band to play at my festival.

But sometimes we forget things. There is so much going on that we might have forgotten to note your band down two months ago, even though we really loved what we heard.

I’d say you get one chance at a follow-up. Keep it brief. Don’t be upset if you hear nothing. Paying an interest to the festival through social media might give you that chance. We’ve had bands pull out relatively last minute, resulting in some local soul getting a shot. It can happen. But otherwise, you may have to accept defeat. And one more thing; don’t ask for feedback.

Is It Worth It?

There are a million bands out there. I could create a line-up in an afternoon if I wanted. Amazingly, some festivals run like this. They are clearly organised by people who want a big event, either for a quick buck (fools) or to make something happen in their local area, but have almost no understanding of how live music or events work. They have no connections. They just need noise to fill space.

Is that worth your time? Playing a festival, if you are an unsigned band, will cost you money. But will you get to play to a new, attentive audience? Will you get paid? Are free tickets to the event enough?

Your time as a band should be precious. Picking and choosing doesn’t just help the festivals, it helps you too. I know festivals that refuse to pay bands, even ones that have travelled from other countries. I question why those bands agreed to it. Is it to put the festival on their band CV? Because that isn’t the kind of festival you want on there.

Finally: You Are Not Special

I’m sorry, but that is likely to be true. You might be still finding your feet as a band. You aren’t the finished article, or the festival would be chasing you. The festival doesn’t need you as much as you need them. It is their livelihood on the line, so why should they take a risk on you?

Everyone has a Facebook and a Twitter and a Bandcamp and the rest. For unsigned bands, a YouTube video can help. High Quality photography, even if just live shots. Your own web domain, even if it just links back to the bandcamp. Anything to suggest that you are busy and active.

Promoters are an odd breed, in that they are incredibly enthusiastic and inquisitive, but also incredibly jaded and cynical. This festival is their baby; every element needs to be perfect and beautiful. You need to stand out, find that little thing that shows you are special and should be given a chance to prove it. The jaded side of the promoter, sick to death of ridiculous applications is waiting for that special band to pop up in their inbox that makes their heart jump, to reinvigorate their excitement.

Above all, the festival should simply be another part of your overall attitude of making friends and contacts, having confidence in what you do and enjoying it. It’s not something that needs special care or attention. If you are doing everything else right, it will all come together naturally.

Dean Freeman








Thursday, 10 January 2013

By Hook Or By Crook

By Hook Or By Crook
Various Artists
Sturdy Records


Sturdy Records are an independent record label from Leeds, and with their first ever compilation they have hit gold.

The compilation mixes big names such as Post War Glamour Girls and This Many Boyfriends with old and new from around Leeds. It is unbound by genre, making the most of a variety of wonderful bands from the area.

The Wind-up Birds post-punk track Two Ambulance Day is built around its catchy chorus and slow spoken verses, causing it to get stuck in your head for days. They’re addictive and easy to love within the first listen, creating one of the standout tracks of this compilation.

With a mysterious spoken word delivery over simplistic synth sounds, Racket Ball’s When They Walked In (Live) is one of the most unusual tracks. It seems to make no sense at first, before making use of it’s unique delivery to stand out and push boundaries that should encourage a cult following worthy of the band‘s music.

Loqui were the band that started it all off for Sturdy Records and this track, We Drown on Dry Land, shows why. Their lyrics are instantly relatable and with a genre that fits nowhere else they are perfect on this compilation of no restrictions.

Post War Glamour Girls show their delicate side off on Ghost In The Tape Recorder. It’s stripped down letting James’ vocals shine and proving themselves worthy of their slots at Reading and Leeds this summer. I along with many will be surprised if it’s a one off, especially after writing songs as good as this.

This compilation holds together genres and sounds of all kinds showing that Sturdy Records may not be big, but they definitely know what they’re doing. It’s clear that many bright things will be coming from this label, with so many bands of such a high calibre associated with them.

Kieran Lacy