Thursday

Bloc Party: Four To The Floor

09 August 2012
by Poppy Reid

Backstage at last month’s Splendour In The Grass festival, Bloc Party have only just arrived and they’re already being haphazardly shuffled to separate corners. It’s clear drummer Matt Tong and bassist Gordon Moakes are relieved they’re put together as they sit down with TMN and enjoy their first beer before the headline set.

Since landing in Australia three weeks ago, the British band have incited their fair share of controlled controversy to publicise upcoming fourth album, Four - both quashing rumours that frontman Kele Okereke was kicked out of the band in 2010 and sparking uncertainty about a fifth release (from quotes taken out of context, of course). Backstage at last month’s Splendour In The Grass festival, drummer Matt Tong and bassist Gordon Moakes open up about the truth behind the band’s hiatus, admitting the two-year break was almost a unanimous decision.

“We were jaded,” he says. “I can remember that time when we were at the end of touring the last record. We were just doing it without thinking. Turning up at the show wherever we were supposed to be and going through the motions.”

“Every record cycle has an ending,” Tong chimes in, “and I think we just weren’t interested in carrying on after that.”

“Matt was the most vocal about it,” Moakes continues, outing his comrade. “Russ [Lissack] and Kele would have been happy to keep going. To be fair to Matt, it was about time somebody was vocal about it, for too long we all just were going on with whatever was deemed the right thing to do; it took someone to stand up and say, ‘Whatever you guys want to do is fine but I’m not doing this.’”
Okereke spent the time waiting for Bloc Party’s reconnect by recording and touring a solo EP in 2010 and an album last year; guitarist Russell Lissack toured with Irish band Ash, and Moakes founded post-hardcore band Young Legionnaire. But while heading back into the studio together was inevitable, the band made a conscious decision to do things differently when they reconvened last October, taking a stripped back and less convoluted approach to touring and recording. The new album’s title may seem remissive, but we’re told it’s a reflection of the simplicity of the record as a whole.

“The aim of the record is to just be the sound of the four of us,” explains Moakes. “It sounds a bit like an old fashioned record in a way, which is the sound of a band playing,” he laughs. “No frills really, but No Frills would be a crap title.”

Recorded with Grammy-nominated producer Alex Newport (At The Drive In, City and Colour) in New York, Four was intended to be recorded live at Stratosphere Studios, but time constraints forced the quartet to switch tacts.


“It wasn’t like we started and it was suddenly like a sea change,” Tong assures. “The approach we had, was pretty much the same from start to finish.”

“In a way, not doing it,” Moakes interjects, “potentially made it sound more live than if we had played it live and handed it over to the producers.”

With two of Bloc Party’s past three albums charting within the ARIA top 5, Australian zealots needn’t worry about a departure from their Intimacy-era sound; as Moakes explains, Four will run countertype with past projects. “I think there was a precedent set when we came out with our first record [2005’s Silent Alarm]...We’re now in a position where we can kind of do what we do in a bubble away from everyone else. For me at my age, when you’re in your thirties you hardly listen to music radio.”

“Apart from Radio 4,” Tong jokes.

“I just think that you’re not running around trying to chase what’s hip anymore. Give me a guitar and I’ll express myself now, how I am. I think we’re all like that to varying degrees. We’ve matured as players and our taste has matured, and our music is a result of that.”

Moakes is aware of the public’s conception of Bloc Party; their evolution from taut smacks of sound walls and syncopated fervour to more reflective lyrical musings and layered staccato has been celebrated in Australia since before Triple J listed Banquet at #54 in the Hottest 100 Of All Time poll. Tong is more diplomatic about the possibility of alienating fans, suggesting he’d be okay with just five people at the front barrier of The Supertop tonight.

“In the early days we’d be excited with a couple of people at the front dancing and we’re still that way. You’re lucky to be doing it if at least somebody likes your band.” This sentiment is easy to adopt after the band’s multi-Platinum sales, but is aptly illustrated by the band’s humble, tight, pre- show huddle before an even tighter live set.

“You have to be happy within yourself and then happy as a collective band,” Tong continues. “You can’t start thinking about what everyone else is thinking. You want to make sure you’ve done the best job personally; for me, if I’ve done that then I don’t need anything else.”

Take away the 991,000 Facebook likes, the 81,000 Twitter followers, the 13 award nominations, and the pair guarantee they would still be making the same music together. Although Moakes would return to his earlier aspirations of becoming graphic designer, Tong says he would be more resourceful in his effort to make rent.

“I’d probably start cooking meth actually... I think there’s a good market for it in Bournemouth.”

Live Review: Splendour In The Grass 2012

                                              Photography courtesy of Splendour In The Grass
31 July 2012
by Poppy Reid

DISCLAIMER: Pre-empting the ensuing eye-rolls upon seeing the plethora of live reviews scattering your news feed, TMN have decided to recount the events of Splendour In The Grass Mud in list form.

TMN’s Splendour Awards*
Best Pre-Party
Not only did Triple J air live from the festival, they also threw a massive warm up event at The Northern Hotel for competition winners (in adorable costumes) and industry folk. The station hosted DJ sets by Last Dinosaurs, DZ Deathrays and Yacht Club DJs, and encouraged questionable dancing.

Best Stage Antic
At The Drive-In frontman Cedric Bixler-Zavala kept a steaming kettle onstage, pouring tea between tracks

Best Staging
Jack White takes the cake for this one. His closing performance on Day One saw his band change genders halfway through. White Stripes fans were even satisfied as Jack White performed a few peppered tracks from the duo's early albums and closed with Seven Nation Army.

Most Bizarre Fashion
A guy in a Hillsong T-shirt.

Best Forum
The tent packed out for Wil Anderson’s Wil Does Parky forum (hosted in Michael Parkinson-style) to watch Billy Corgan talk about music’s current landscape, artist rights and Twitter. The Smashing Pumpkins frontman admitted: “If I light myself on fire you’ll click on my link more.”

Best Homemade Sign
At the Mix Up Tent for Azealia Banks a sign read: “I WANT TO EAT YOUR CUNT.”

Best On-Stage Spat
Although Azealia Banks’ staccato social commentary and hip swivels was the highlight of Day 3, the rapper did cut her set short at just 25 minutes, citing faulty sound equipment.

Best New Band
Triple J Unearthed band Ball Park Music drew a healthy crowd who seemed to know all the lyrics from 2011 debut album Happiness and Surrounding Suburbs. When the Brisbane six-piece performed final track All I Want Is You, even the worms in the mud swooned.

Best Between Track Banter
When Beth Ditto calls her earring a “little slut” for breaking and dubs a crowd member “the Kate Moss of Oz,” after the first song, it’s clear Gossip were miles ahead of any other act at this year’s edition. Our favourite quote though, came after a fan pulled down their shorts near the front and Ditto said, “That was the first time I saw balls and a scrotum in thirteen years.”

Most Endearing Band
Despite crippling technical difficulties, Metric were tenacious and graceful. Emily Haines and co. walked offstage, regrouped, and returned with three more songs including a sizzling guitar solo from Haines during Gold Guns Girls.

Splendour Surprise Act
The eight African-American brothers (and sons of trumpeter Phil Cohran) that make up Hypnotic Brass Ensemble not only caused jaws to drop into the mud with their epic horn heat, but their infused hip hop sent them to heights far beyond the marquee they performed under.
Best Onstage Tussle With Security
Chicago band Hypnotic Brass Ensemble also take out this award after a zealot climbed his way onstage. The brothers would have happily let him weave and dance around them - when two security guards tried to drag him off a tug-of-war proceeded with one band member.

Best Artist I’d Never Heard Of
Michael Kiwanuka. The British soul singer appeared humbled at the G.W McLennan tent as festival-goers swayed and hugged their way through his delightful compositions and sang along when he covered Jimi Hendrix’s Waterfall.

Best Dressed
Anyone who’s heard the name Gotye could have guessed this one. Kimbra (see above) looked like the kind of doll you’d treasure as kid (assuming the males reading this were especially effeminate).

Splendour MVP
Lana Del Rey was a big reason most made the trek to Splendour this year; after cancelling her promotional visit in 2011 and the controversy regarding her live ability clogging the Internet, a lot was riding on this set. The self-professed starlet did not disappoint, she smiled her way through our screams as she crooned her way through hits like Video Games, Blue Jeans, Born To Die and even a cover of Nirvana’s Heart Shaped Box.

Best Pop Up
The Gyuto Monks of Tibet graced the Global Village to bless the festival, and anyone in need of a spiritual cleansing.

* No physical awards have been prepared nor do we intend on making them.

Overheard Words
“You’re the biggest douche I’ve seen today.” – A police officer to a man wearing a Superman costume lying in ankle-deep mud.
“Can we come in early tomorrow and go shopping?”
“Do you want to feel something amazing?” - A guy rubbing his Elmo beanie on girls’ faces.
“I’m fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkeeed.” – 50% of Splendour In The Grass

Splendour In Numbers
8 – the number of six-strong police teams making the rounds each day
48 - the above numbers, mutliplied for your convenience.
160 - marquees
350 - temporary toilets
12 - km of fencing
70 - temporary site sheds
12.6 - km of power cable
44 - food stalls
100 - market stalls
800 - artist catering meals
9 - bars
6150 - bottles of water in band riders

TMN Report Card
The return to Byron Bay for Splendour’s 2012 event was undoubtedly successful. We may have been subjected to rain, hail and shine, but promoters were quick to mend the grounds and there were enough undercover areas to harbour the masses.

Despite general whispers wishing it had been at Queensland’s Woodfordia for another year, the calibre of acts, perfect running times and the festival’s set up made for a smooth event, with many of the smiling faces promising to return to the site next year.

Album Review: The Gaslight Anthem, Handwritten


25 July 2012
by Poppy Reid

It’s to be expected that The Gaslight Anthem’s latest offering is knocked up with the same nostalgic tone that embittered each track on American Slang, but this time frontman Brian Fallon is slightly more content.

After years proffering New Jersey rock (read: aping Bruce Springsteen), the four-piece have come into their own with a beautifully crafted fourth release, Handwritten. A welcome relief after the band’s last LP, the acclaimed American Slang, inspired some to question whether they could build on the sound helmed by Springsteen, B.B King and The Clash or whether they would twist and snap the umbilical chord.

The fact the album is their first through a major label is irrelevant; crafted with handpicked producer Brendan O'Brien (Incubus, Pearl Jam), the record seems to borrow more from the embryonic intellect in 2008 breakout album The ’59 Sound than from any desire to dominate radio airwaves. Anthemic tracks like lead single 45 and Howl pay homage to the formative years of Fallon’s now happily married relationship; it’s his autobiographical approach and the way he portrays all of life’s ‘what if’ moments that will draw the listener most, holding the bar high for what commercial radio should sound like.

Keepsake is reminiscent of going through your parents' record collection for the first time, its slow-feeding intro envelops before settling into a chorus that holds a familiar cushion, even on first listen. Laced with open ended dialogue about fears they don’t have solutions to, The Gaslight Anthem have beautifully placed space between the percussion and guitars – a breathing room for one’s own thoughts to gently interject.

Despite the sing-a-long guitar chords and ‘whoa oh’ repetitions over a few tracks, Handwritten has been tailored to perfection; elements that would translate as crass commercialism from lesser bands, comes across as natural and welcome development. The band will get their mainstream coverage with this record, but it will have nothing to do with the inked signatures on Mercury’s authoritative white paper.