Month: December, 2015

Hold On

after the acclaimed reissue on last february of Half Japanese‘s Music to Strip By (1987), Charmed Life (1988) and The Band That Would Be King (1989), the band announced the release of Perfect, a new album expected on january 22 on Joyful Noise Recordings.

this mythic lo-fi, punk, alternative rock band founded in 1974 by brothers Jad and David Fair has already released around 30 albums but it seems nothing can’t stop the band from writing amazing songs. after the over-enjoyable Overjoyed (2014), we are just yearning for this new possible wonder.

but for now, let’s enjoy Hold On shared today by the band.


Spit You Out!

bored of your neighbour’s amateur music?
sick of people’ dumbness and stupidity?
hate for bigotry?
disgust for political environmental hypocrisy?
apodictic necessity to expel some rage against revolting election results?

follow Metz‘s example, and Spit You Out (loud).


as the frog was concocting the pond’s new top of the top, it was kind of blessed again by KCRW, a radio founded in santa monica in 1945, which broadcasts today also on the net. every weekday, the Morning becomes eclectic show hosted by Jason Bentley presents live, filmed performances, and it happened quite a few times that the show invited bands that the pond really enjoys.

mid-november, the invitation went to Low.


Low released this year on Sub Pop Ones and Sixes, their eleventh album since their formation in 1993. the frog always observed Low’s music half-heartedly, for some unknown stupid reason and probably because of a genuine ignorance.
and yet, it happened last september that i was in some shop with my dear sire and heading to the record department, when my heart was pierced by a wave of emotions that almost made me cry. a level rated 9.5 on the frog’s melancholy scale set off an alarm that made the frog’s voice silent for a certain period of time, causing the incomprehension of the toad who was watching me with amused eyes.

the very cause of this mild heart attach was Gentle, the opening track of Ones and Sixes. despite my weeping eyes, i managed to recognise on the screen Low’s new album, a simple but beautiful cover representing a very handsome naked tree. after a little while, i also managed to tell the toad that the angel voice that scattered in the air was Mimi Parker’s. as the first guitar notes of No Comprende started, a violent emotional shockwave knocked me down. twenty minutes later or so, the sire had taken the frog out of the den of iniquity, with the naked tree under the arm.

Low is an indie rock from minnesota composed of the fantastic Alan Sparhawk (guitar/vocals), Mimi Parker (drums/vocals) and Steve Garrington (bass guitar). their music is made of slow tempos, gentle moving guitars (among other instruments) and chilling vocals provided by Mimi (over-chilling emotions originating Mimi and Alan’s shared vocals).

a dear frog of mine and i had the great chance to see Low in concert in the pond, two weeks only after discovering the album. one of the most beautiful concerts i saw in my whole life, by the way. a magical and aerial mix of grace, beauty and astounding electricity provided by two magnificent guitar players and noteworthy voices. two hours of pure emotions and love.

no voice, no murmuring, no noise, nothing shattered the magic of their performance, the only sign from the audience being thunderous moving applauses. i had read in various articles that Low’s concerts were an impressive and unique experience. and they are indeed. the present session at KCRW shows the same (almost religious) atmosphere as during Low’s concert in Lido. even the interview conducted by Jason Bentley seems to travel into a bubble of harmony and peaceful happiness. you have no idea how lucky you are if you don’t know Low yet. i truly wish you experience the very same intense emotions as i did, so to access this paradise, all you have to do is to click on the following picture.


The Innocents
What Part Of Me
Into You
No Comprende
Spanish Translation>
Point Of Disgust

Bach Off

Nicolas Godin is mostly well-known as the half of the French band Air but probably less famous for his interest in Johann Sebastian Bach and his classical background.
this fall, Nicolas Godin released on his own Contrepoint, a very elegant first solo album wavering between jazz, pop, rock and electro. the originality of the album lies in the fact that every track has been inspired by a piece of music by Bach. among the eight songs of the album, Bach Off seduced us immediately and notably because of its cinematic resonance, reminiscent of Lalo Schifrin’s music.

la blogothèque had the amazing idea to provide this film-like music with images. a video directed by Colin Solal Cardo therefore invites you to visit french orly’s airport at night and enjoy this incredible, stunning tune.

Europe is (almost) lost

Kate Tempest is one of the most fascinating, if not the most talented, poetesses of our times (“UK’s greatest working lyricist”, as Matt Willkinson put it simply for NME).
with her first solo album Everybody Down released in 2014 on Big Dada, the young lady who started to write when she was 16 sent a strong signal, a discrete but unequivocal sign that a new generation of british poets was born. her incisive and very convincing poetical rap tells stories about people, about society, about our times, well themes that any thinking, compassionate human beings should consider as essential.

i remember the first time i listened to Marshall Law, the opener of Everybody Down, i felt stuck on the refrain that has been accompanying me since then.

It’s true if you believe it.
The world is the world
But it’s all how you see it.
One man’s flash of lightning ripping through the air Is another’s passing glare, hardly there.

Kate Tempest delivers messages that are truly meaningful, pregnant, and contrast with her kind-hearted smiling face. you should see her on her stage, moving shyly but with a very touching grace, rapping her stories with spiritedness and generosity. and when she takes up her gifted pen to open her heart to europe, she knows every word she’s writing about. we just wish her very call for this lost europe were a standard beaver for the presently future. a positive one.


Europe is lost, America lost, London is lost,
Still we are clamouring victory.
All that is meaningless rules,
And we have learned nothing from history.

People are dead in their lifetimes,
Dazed in the shine of the streets.
But look how the traffic keeps moving.
The system’s too slick to stop working.
Business is good. And there’s bands every night in the pubs,
And there’s two for one drinks in the clubs.

We scrubbed up well
We washed off the work and the stress
Now all we want’s some excess
Better yet; A night to remember that we’ll soon forget.

All of the blood that was shed for these cities to grow,
All of the bodies that fell.
The roots that were dug from the ground
So these games could be played
I see it tonight in the stains on my hands.

The buildings are screaming
I cant ask for help though, nobody knows me,
Hostile and worried and lonely.
We move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to
Working and working so we can be all that want
Then dancing the drudgery off
But even the drugs have got boring.
Well, sex is still good when you get it.

To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach
To each a dream,
Don’t weep, don’t scream,
Just keep it in,
Keep sleeping in
What am I gonna do to wake up?

I feel the cost of it pushing my body
Like I push my hands into pockets
And softly I walk and I see it, it’s all we deserve
The wrongs of our past have resurfaced
Despite all we did to vanquish the traces
My very language is tainted
With all that we stole to replace it with this,
I am quiet,
Feeling the onset of riot.
But riots are tiny though,
Systems are huge,
The traffic keeps moving, proving there’s nothing to do.

It’s big business baby and its smile is hideous.
Top down violence, structural viciousness.
Your kids are doped up on medical sedatives.
But don’t worry bout that. Worry bout terrorists.

The water levels rising! The water levels rising!
The animals, the polar bears, the elephants are dying!
Stop crying. Start buying.
But what about the oil spill?
Shh. No one likes a party pooping spoil sport.

Massacres massacres massacres/new shoes
Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight by those employed to protect them.
Live porn streamed to your pre-teens bedrooms.
Glass ceiling, no headroom. Half a generation live beneath the breadline.

Oh but it’s happy hour on the high street,
Friday night at last lads, my treat!
All went fine till that kid got glassed in the last bar,
Place went nuts, you can ask our Lou,
It was madness, the road ran red, pure claret.
And about them immigrants? I cant stand them.
Mostly, I mind my own business.
But they’re only coming over here to get rich.
It’s a sickness.
England! England!

And you wonder why kids want to die for religion?

Work all your life for a pittance,
Maybe you’ll make it to manager,
Pray for a raise
Cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar.

Anarchists desperate for something to smash
Scandalous pictures of glamorous rappers in fashionable magazines
Who’s dating who?
Politico cash in an envelope
Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits,
And it’s back to the house of lords with slapped wrists
They abduct kids and fuck the heads of dead pigs
But him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs –
Jail him, he’s the criminal

It’s the BoredOfItAll generation
The product of product placement and manipulation,
Shoot em up, brutal, duty of care,
Come on, new shoes.
Beautiful hair.

Bullshit saccharine ballads
And selfies
And selfies

And selfies
And here’s me outside the palace of ME!

Construct a self and psychosis
And meanwhile the people are dead in their droves
But nobody noticed,
Well actually, some of them noticed,
You could tell by the emoji they posted.

Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes
The lights are so nice and bright and lets dream
But some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream
What am I gonna do wake up?

We are lost
We are lost
We are lost
And still nothing
Will stop
Nothing pauses

We have ambitions and friends and our courtships to think of
Divorces to drink off the thought of

The money
The money
The oil

The planet is shaking and spoiled
Life is a plaything
A garment to soil
The toil the toil.
I cant see an ending at all.
Only the end.

How is this something to cherish?
When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts
To make room for alien structures,

Kill what you find if it threatens you.

No trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck,

Here in the land where nobody gives a fuck.

a beautiful Shadow Land

without turning its back to guitars, the frog feels today in a piano mood and is more than thankful to pianist Federico Albanese for offering a suitable reply to its comforting spleen. Shadow Land Part II is the second excerpt of his forthcoming new album entitled The Blue Hour, expected on 15th january 2016 via Berlin Classics.

born in milano and currently based in the pond, Federico Albanese’s piano traverses classical compositions to better push them out of traditional boundaries, through the exploration of wholehearted, woollen landscapes. hesitating between sunlight and moonlight, his soundscapes travel along airy, floating paths full of melancholia and saudade, which are notably enjoyable at this season.

more than a mere new album, Albanese will pave the way for a new concert series entitled Neue Meister, a sibling (sub) label of Berlin Classics, which will promote contemporary, new classical composers.