Herman Dune - Strange Moosic (Fortuna POP!)
It’s like a lovely, innocent return to the indie pop of the late 90s.
going around 10 years, starting off lo-fi with home recordings and championed by The Mighty Peel, and it’s only recently that they have had the wherewithal to record in a proper studio despite their many album releases thus far. This is a pretty lovely album. The sound is sweet, smooth and simple, allowing David-Ivar Herman Dune’s (see, that’s where they got the name from) lyrics to come through clear and loud. There are songs about being in a traffic jam. ”What was going on I wondered? A car crash, a fire, a beast on the loose, or maybe some construction workers?” and songs about romance which stand up with the best of them; “Her hair is like a sunbeam”. It’s like a lovely, innocent return to the indie pop of the late 90s; if you liked The Auteurs, Pavement or the Divine Comedy, then you’ll love this band, and this is a good starting point. I really love their simplicity and really wouldn’t want them to develop a bigger sound. They play London’s Union Chapel on 12th October. Enjoy with a cup of tea. Lizz Page
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and dad, producer and partner Tucker Martine has been given a gift of an album, a collection of 13 children’s songs re-imagined by his parents. Quite surprisingly, I don’t have one ounce of cynicism on the matter – I truly think it’s a comforter we would all enjoy. Perhaps because Veirs’ folky humility seems so at home taking these songs by the hand and leading them down the road, there is nothing forced, and you cannot describe genuine heartfelt lullabies as anything twee – apart from the fact mum and dad decided to release it and put a price tag on it. This though is their trade, and to share the warmth of title track ‘Tumble Bee’ with us, to let us play as they have with ‘Jack Can I Ride’ is a delightful opportunity. ‘Soldier’s Joy’ is a little too much like a manic game of pass the parcel to actually be played in adult company, but the resolution ‘Prairie Dream’ gives the album at the end makes it an album to tuck away with the small socks and lost first teeth of childhood treasures.Emma Garwood
T Laura Veirs – Tumble Bee (Bella Union)
ennessee will sleep easy now. I’m not talking about a change in State Law on gun rights, or anything nearly that widespread, just one little pair of ears belonging to Tennessee Veirs Martine. The son of the sweet, sweet pairing of mom Laura Veirs (she does a little singing, don’t you know)
f you don’t already know about Herman Dune, you should be advised that firstly, it’s not a man, it’s a group. Well, a duo really, with added musicians. From France, but with Swedish roots. They’ve been
An album to tuck away
with the small socks and lost first teeth of childhood treasures.
David Lynch – Crazy Clown Time (Sunday Best Recordings)
Lynch’s latest experiment is to find out how much crap can you produce before people feel ripped off.
Lynch fans will be ramming their heads into mirrors with anticipation the man whose majority of films gain ‘cult’ status has achieved one of the (predictably) weirdest and (unfortunately) mind-numbingly dull albums since big Willie Shatner’s ‘The Transformed Man’…woof! More pointless than thumbing in a floppy the album is bereft of invention, variation and is appropriately summed up in its Ronseal-sponsored centrepiece ‘Strange and Unproductive Thinking’, in fact you could probably do with sniffing some creosote to get through the ordeal. While sound is one of the keystones to his inimitable cinematic approach, none of the suspense and mystery that characterises his ‘Lynchian’ style makes an appearance. Whether it’s the image of Dennis Hopper’s gas-guzzling sociopath in ‘Blue Velvet’ or the smirking ‘Mystery Man’ in ‘Lost Highway’, Lynch’s output has always, if nothing else, provoked reaction and discussion but the only thing this monotonous garbage evokes is the disappointment that it exists. While always rightfully lauded for being experimental it seems Lynch’s latest experiment is to find out how much crap you can produce before people feel ripped off. Mike Jarvis
D 34 /November 2011/
outlineonline.co.uk
David Lynch??! Int he dat geezer dat did the Twin Peaks shizzle?” Yeeees my vernacularly challenged friend the man responsible for some of the most memorably surreal and disturbing images on film and TV has decided to lay down his demented clapboard and recorded his debut solo album. While
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