red roses
for me
Drugstore
(from Hate Songs)
Basically this is all soul music to me. MY definition having nothing to do with
the Luther's & Bobby Browns of this world which should all be dumped under the
heading of "Footballers with bad haircuts soul music" When you hear a singer or
band with songs that sound like they were plucked from them, that they had to
write & sold themselves to the devil to do so, that's soul music, & that's where
Drugstore come in.
I'm sure you've heard this story before: female Brazilian bass player moves to
London, meets American drummer, starts singing, work their way through several
guitarists & hey presto! It's the voice that grabs you first, a deep bluesy growl
which you could almost mistake for a man but belongs to one Isabel Monteiro. Kinda
Mazzy Star, kinda Tindersticks & something very special. Music with a smoky haze
attached to go with the umpteenth cup of coffee
My Life Sory
(from Hate Songs)
A huge silver hanging glitter ball, the dancehall from "Billy Liar" filled to
the rafters, this is where I want to see My Life Story. To be swept away like
Judy Garland by the tide of violins & cellos topped off with the almost perfect
majesty of Jake Shillingford's voice. This is the name for a star not Wez, Bez
or Spaz. Almost Marc Almondesque at his most flamboyant this is no bad thing as
you can't have too many dramatic gestures in your life. Imagine spinning round
in circles until you get really dizzy, throwing handfuls of glitter up in the
air & watching it fall down around you, that's My Life Story.
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