Monday, 20 March 2017

Tindersticks ‎– Curtains (1997)


Tracklist:
01.   Another Night In
02.   Rented Rooms
03.   Don't Look Down
04.   Dicks Slow Song
05.   Fast One
06.   Ballad Of Tindersticks
07.   Dancing
08.   Let's Pretend
09.   Desperate Man
10.   Buried Bones (Duet with Ann Magnuson)
11.   Bearsuit
12.   (Tonight) Are You Trying To Fall In Love Again
13.   I Was Your Man
14.   Bathtime
15.   Walking
16.   A Marriage Made In Heaven (Duet with Isabella Rossellini)

Tindersticks ‎– Tindersticks (1995)


Tracklist:
01.   El Diablo En El Ojo
02.   A Night In
03.   My Sister
04.   Tiny Tears
05.   Snowy In F# Minor
06.   Seaweed
07.   Vertrauen II
08.   Talk To Me
09.   No More Affairs
10.   Singing
11.   Travelling Light
12.   Cherry Blossoms
13.   She's Gone
14.   Mistakes
15.   Vertrauen III
16.   Sleepy Song

Tindersticks ‎– Tindersticks (1993)

Style: Art Rock, Indie Rock
Format: CD, Vinyl
Label: Bar/None Records, This Way Up, Polygram

Tracklist:
01.   Nectar
02.   Tyed
03.   Sweet Sweet Man Pt. One
04.   Whiskey & Water
05.   Blood
06.   City Sickness
07.   Patchwork
08.   Marbles
09.   The Walt Blues
10.   Milky Teeth
11.   Sweet Sweet Man Pt. Two
12.   Jism
13.   Piano Song
14.   Tie-Dye
15.   Raindrops
16.   Sweet Sweet Man Pt. Three
17.   Her
18.   Tea Stain
19.   Drunk Tank
20.   Paco De Renaldos Dream
21.   The Not Knowing

Credits:
Trumpet – Terry Edwards
Written-By, Arranged By, Performer, Sleeve – Tindersticks
Engineer – Ian Caple
Producer – Ian Caple, Tindersticks

When Tindersticks released their 1993 debut album, they seemed worlds apart from landscape of the moment. In the U.S., grunge had dominated radio for well over a year, the success of Nirvana and Pearl Jam giving rise to readymade post-grunge talents such as Candlebox and Collective Soul, and eventually even some transatlantic exports. But the UK, in 1993, was wrapped up in the early mania of Britpop, Blur and Suede having kicked off a music-tabloid sensation through their singles “Popscene” and “The Drowners,” respectively, each released the previous spring. By the time the well-coifed Brett Anderson adorned the cover of Select magazine with the caption “Yanks Go Home!”, Britpop had assuredly arrived. 
It must have thrown more than a few readers for a loop when British magazine Melody Maker made neither Blur’s Modern Life Is Rubbish nor Suede’s self-titled debut album its Album of the Year. In fact, Blur didn’t even make the list. Rather, the honor went to Tindersticks’ self-titled debut, later known as The First Tindersticks Album, a 21-track album of coolly crooned chamber pop, a set of songs at once out of time and ahead of their time, anachronistic but seemingly not belonging to any era at all. The opening lines of leadoff track “Nectar” feel similarly detached from its time; though the Internet was still a novelty, something about Stuart Staples’ croons of “My letters sit on your windowsill, yellowed by the sun” feels like a transmission from a bygone era. It’s charming and romantic, the words of a man who’s known the sting of a broken heart, and who might be responsible for a few himself. 
The success of the album caught the band off guard, the sextet having spent more than half a decade making music under a different name to very little attention. Vocalist Stuart Staples, keyboardist David Boulter, guitarist Neil Fraser, violinist Dickon Hinchcliffe and drummer Alistair Macaulay had spent four years cultivating their sound as Asphalt Ribbons, recruiting bassist Mark Colwill in 1991. They made a fresh start with a name change, Staples choosing Tindersticks after seeing the word on a box of matches on a Greek beach—so the story goes—and the result was like hitting reset. With a blank slate and no new expectations for their rebranded project, Tindersticks unwittingly landed with an impact much greater than the hushed tones of their ballads would suggest. 
“The first album was a really fresh, wonderful time,” said the band’s David Boulter in an interview with The Quietus. “We’d spent the years growing up, being in bands, trying to be successful. When we gave up trying, everything seemed to happen.” 
The First Tindersticks Album, now reaching its 25th anniversary, is beautiful. It’s also dark, romantic, lushly arranged and unexpectedly climactic. This isn’t music that introduces itself with bombast, but harbors something powerful just waiting to be unleashed. Given the omnipresent strings that appear through the album, along with Staples’ buttery croon, it’s easy to imagine the band dressed to the nines, performing on stages draped in red curtains. When the album was released, there wasn’t much in contemporary music that felt like it belonged to the same music as the music of Tindersticks. Their reference points were poetic troubadours such as Scott Walker and Leonard Cohen, or gothic crooners like Nick Cave. And Staples’ warmly affecting vocals gave a certain charm to even their most sinister offerings—of which there were many. The Nottingham, UK band occupied their own unique stylistic space. The single “City Sickness,” perhaps the album’s most celebrated track, spoke to a disconnection that, in many ways, defined Tindersticks: “The centre of things where everything stems is not where I belong.”

Much like Cave or Cohen, Tindersticks present frequently unglamorous things in a glamorous package. They’re beautiful songs, but they’re splattered with all manner of fluids, cleansing, disgusting or otherwise: “Whiskey & Water,” “Raindrops,” “Tea Stain,” “Blood,” “Nectar” and, yes, even “Jism.” On “Whiskey & Water,” the band taps into a stormy intensity that contradicts their suave exterior, while the complementary “Tied” and “Tie-Dye” offer different variations on the same gothic chamber-pop melody. The latter two songs, while certainly among the most darkly cool tracks on the album, are likewise some of the most subtly horrific, Staples gradually expanding a mysterious but sinister narrative: “The sheet that was cut caught the blood/ Was opened, dried and stretched out/ Hung on the wall.” And though the album often finds Staples lost in the haze of heartbreak and several drinks deep, he more often than not offers a glimpse at a monster that lurks just beneath the surface, as heard in “Piano Song”: “Shut up, I’m thinking… I’m at my strongest only when I’m weak/ And I give you those bruises just by talking to you.” It’s as much about building a vivid world as it is about finding an out. 
“There was this sense of non-reality about those first two records,” Staples said in an interview with The Guardian in 2008. “Most of us had jobs, so it was purely about escape—rushing home from work with that hunger to get things done.” 
Tindersticks’ debut overwhelms. There’s also a lot of material here, considerably more than most bands would be bold enough to release on their debut. Even more remarkably, it’s uniformly breathtaking. With 21 tracks, the record could have easily been spread out over several releases, and the fact that the band’s similarly excellent follow-up from 1995 is also titled Tindersticks only complicates matters. Yet the brilliance of the album—the overflowing creativity and seemingly bottomless well of impeccable songs—came about because of necessity. The band essentially recorded everything they had; after all, who knows when they’d be able to do it again? 
“I think when we made it, we’d basically recorded a demo version of it in our kitchen, which in some ways to me sounds better than the actual album,” David Boulter told Noisey. “But we found the money to book a studio for ten days. And we thought this might be our only chance to make a proper album. We recorded everything we had, basically.” 
The great irony of Tindersticks’ debut is that the well never ran dry. In fact, while many of the bands vying for that same 1993 Album of the Year honor have broken up, reunited and broken up again, Tindersticks are still going, arguably as strong as they’ve ever been. Yet while they never followed this record with anything quite so overwhelming or grand, they’ve never released a bad album, and for that matter, spread out into the world of film scoring through a series of collaborations with director Claire Denis. They even maintained the same lineup for well over a decade, an accomplishment which scant few bands can claim. 
Though Tindersticks once seemed out of time, ultimately they proved to be ahead of their time. Their influence has spread throughout underground music over the past 25 years, and the kernels of too many indie-rock and -folk songs to name can be found here. “Paco De Ranaldo’s Dream” is an obvious precursor to Belle and Sebastian’s “A Spaceboy Dream”; “Nectar” is, well, pretty much every song by The National. If imitation is flattery, then the compliments seemingly never cease. It’s easy to see why—a wild spirit of creativity is what drives The First Tindersticks Album, a huge and simply gorgeous piece of work that challenged the underground by offering something, above all, elegant. 
Jeff Terich / Treble

Harold Budd ‎– Budd Box (2013)


Harold Budd - The Serpent (In Quicksilver)

1.01.   Afar
1.02.   Wanderer
1.03.   Rub With Ashes
1.04.   Children On The Hill
1.05.   Widows Charm
1.06.   The Serpent (In Quicksilver)

Harold Budd - Abandoned Cities

2.01.   Dark Star
2.02.   Abandoned Cities

Harold Budd ‎– The White Arcades

3.01.   The White Arcades
3.02.   Balthus Bemused By Color
3.03.   The Child With A Lion
3.04.   The Real Dream Of Sails
3.05.   Algebra Of Darkness
3.06.   Totems Of The Red-Sleeved Warrior
3.07.   The Room
3.08.   Coyote
3.09.   The Kiss

Harold Budd‎ – By The Dawn's Early Light

4.01.   Poem: Aztec Hotel
4.02.   Boy About Ten
4.03.   Arcadia
4.04.   Dead Horse Alive With Flies
4.05.   The Photo Of Santiago McKinn
4.06.   The Corpse At The Shooting Gallery
4.07.   Albion Farewell (Homage To Delius, For Gavin Bryars)
4.08.   Poem: Distant Lights Of Olancha Recede
4.09.   Down The Slopes To The Meadow (For Ruben Garcia)
4.10.   She Dances By The Light Of The Silvery Moon
4.11.   Blind Bird
4.12.   Saint's Name Spoken
4.13.   The Place Of Dead Roads
4.14.   A Child In A Sylvan Field
4.15.   Poem: Boy About 10
4.16.   Poem: Wings
4.17.   Poem: No Name
4.18.   Poem: Advent

Harold Budd, Ruben Garcia, Daniel Lentz ‎– Music For 3 Pianos

5.01.   Pulse ♦ Pause ♦ Repeat
5.02.   La Muchacha De Los Sueños Dorados
5.03.   Iris
5.04.   Somos Tres
5.05.   The Messenger
5.06.   La Casa Bruja

Andy Partridge - Harold Budd ‎– Through The Hill

6.01.   Prelude: Hand 19
6.02.   Geography: Through The Hill
6.03.   Geography: Great Valley Of Gongs
6.04.   Geography: Western Island Of Apples
6.05.   Geography: Anima Mundi
6.06.   Interlude: Hand 20
6.07.   Structures: The Place Of Odd Glances
6.08.   Structures: Well For The Sweat Of The Moon
6.09.   Structures: Tenochtitlán's Numberless Bridges
6.10.   Structures: Ceramic Avenue
6.11.   Interlude: Hand 21
6.12.   Artifacts: Missing Pieces To The Game Of Salt And Onyx
6.13.   Artifacts: Mantle Of Peacock Bones
6.14.   Artifacts: Bronze Coins Showing Genitals
6.15.   Artifacts: Bearded Aphrodite
6.16.   Postlude: Hand 22

Harold Budd ‎– Luxa

7.01.   Butterflies With Tits: Niki D.
7.02.   Butterflies With Tits: A Sidelong Glance From My Round Nefertiti
7.03.   Butterflies With Tits: Agnes Martin
7.04.   Butterflies With Tits: Anish Kapoor
7.05.   Butterflies With Tits: Paul McCarthy
7.06.   Butterflies With Tits: Serge Poliakoff
7.07.   Inexact Shadows: Djinn
7.08.   Inexact Shadows: Porphyry
7.09.   Inexact Shadows: How Dark The Response To Our Slipping Away
7.10.   Smoke Trees: Nove Alberi
7.11.   Smoke Trees: Chet
7.12.   Smoke Trees: Mandan
7.13.   Smoke Trees: Feral
7.14.   Smoke Trees: Grace
7.15.   Laughing Innuendos: Sweet Earth Flying
7.16.   Laughing Innuendos: Pleasure

Harold Budd / Elizabeth Fraser / Robin Guthrie / Simon Raymonde ‎– The Moon And The Melodies (1986)


Tracklist:
A1.   Sea, Swallow Me
A2.   Memory Gongs
A3.   Why Do You Love Me?
A4.   Eyes Are Mosaics
B1.   She Will Destroy You
B2.   The Ghost Has No Home
B3.   Bloody And Blunt
B4.   Ooze Out And Away, Onehow