Friday 20 December 2019

Music of 2019

Here are my favourite albums and songs of 2019. Funnily enough, it's been much easier to find albums I love than songs. It shouldn't work that way round, but it does this year for me. Up to about 30 in the list, there are albums I've massively enjoyed and listened to over and over again. There have been so many very good albums this year.

There are albums which aren't on the list which are by artists I really love (eg Lambchop and Mountain Goats), but the albums didn't quite catch hold on the first couple of listens so I moved on to something else. Doesn't mean they weren't great.

As well as 50 individual albums, there are 2 compilations I've listened to a lot too.

The Top 2 are significantly above the others - they are both pretty perfect records, if you ask me.

50 Albums
  1. Jenny Lewis - On the Line
  2. Purple Mountains - Purple Mountains. It's really Joint 1st. Both albums get better and better with every listen.
  3. Dave - Psychodrama. Maybe a tiny bit long, the amazing things is you can see him getting better and better.
  4. Sleater-Kinney - The Center Won't Hold. I was initially a little underwhelmed, but it's really grown on me as the year has gone on. I feel like every song has hooked itself on to me
  5. Richard Dawson - 2020. Astonishing piece of work. Hilarious. Unlike anything else.
  6. Bruce Springsteen - Western Stars
  7. Little Simz - GREY Area
  8. Wilco - Ode to Joy
  9. Jamila Woods - Legacy! Legacy!. 
  10. Faye Webster - Atlanta Millionaire's Club.
  11. The Hold Steady - Thrashin' Through the Passion
  12. fka twigs - Magdalene. This one is a a bit the opposite of the Sleater-Kinney. On first listen, I thought "album of the year" but on 3rd listen and subsequently, became a little unconvinced. 
  13. Big Thief - UFOF
  14. Vampire Weekend - Father of the Bride - while it's packed with great songs, just somehow I don't quite love it like some do
  15. James Yorkston - Route to the Harmonium. The ever masterful Yorkston
  16. Julia Jacklin - Crushing
  17. Lizzo - Cuz I Love You
  18. Lana del Rey - Norman Fucking Rockwell. This is the consensus critical album of the year. I do understand why. There is real brilliance. But I've never not wished it was 15 minutes shorter. If an album's over 50 minutes, it really needs to justify it. I feel this one just doesn't offer up enough different moods. 
  19. Nick Cave - Ghosteen - just didn't grab me like Skeleton Tree.
  20. Fontaines DC - Dogrel
  21. Michael Kiwanuka - KIWANUKA
  22. Angel Olsen - All Mirrors
  23. Kano - Hoodies All Summer. This is great. Growing on me all the time
  24. Karen O and Dangermouse - Lux Prima. Highly underrated. Surprised, considering the acclaim these two used to be held in, it hasn't been more noticed. Very elegant record.
  25. Ex Hex - It's Real
  26. Weyes Blood - Titanic Rising. I listened to this loads. In some ways I don't know why it's so low ... but I just think I like the records above better.
  27. Sharon Van Etten - Remind Me Tomorrow. Dwarfed, I think, by 'Seventeen', the song
  28. Big Thief  - Two Hands
  29. Pernice Brothers - Spread the Feeling
  30. The National - I Am Easy to Find - I really like what they did here, did something which was really different from other National records ... 
  31. Belle and Sebastian - Days of the Bagnold Summer
  32. Sam Fender - Hypersonic Missiles
  33. Bon Iver - i,i
  34. Bill Callahan - Shepherd in a Sheepskin Vest
  35. Taylor Swift - Lover - some great songs, quite a few which I still find pretty irritating
  36. The Raconteurs - Help Us Stranger
  37. Elbow - Giants of All Sizes
  38. Solange Knowles - When I Get Home
  39. New Pornographers - In the Morse Code of Brakelights
  40. Tindersticks - No Treasure But Hope
  41. Joan Shelley - Like the River Loves the Sea
  42. Gruff Rhys - Pang
  43. Better Oblivion Community Center - Better Oblivion Community Center
  44. Stella Donnelly - Beware of the Dogs
  45. Sturgill Simpson - Sound and Fury
  46. Tegan and Sara - Hey I'm Just Like You
  47. Leonard Cohen - Thanks for the Dance
  48. Billie Eilish - When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? - well, it's not really for me, is it?
  49. Aldous Harding - Designer
  50. Mavis Staples - We Get By
Two compilations:
Tiny Changes: A Celebration of Frightened Rabbit's 'The Midnight Organ Fight'
Come On Up To The House: Women Sing Waits

20 Songs

In terms of songs, the Julien Baker cover of 'The Modern Leper' was a highlight, but i'm going with Dave's 'Black' as Number 1, which is just a stunning accomplishment, I think.
  1. Black - Dave
  2. The Modern Leper - Julien Baker
  3. Taffy - Jenny Lewis
  4. My Mouth Ain't No Bible - James Yorkston
  5. Seventeen - Sharon Van Etten
  6. Hold Me Anyway - Wilco
  7. All My Happiness is Gone - Purple Mountains
  8. Soon You'll be Better - Taylor Swift
  9. Juice - Lizzo
  10. There Goes My Miracle - Bruce Springsteen
  11. Bad Dance - Sleater-Kinney
  12. All Mirrors - Angel Olsen
  13. Don't Know How to Keep Loving You - Julia Jacklin
  14. Not - Big Thief
  15. Venom - Little Simz
  16. Ol'55 - Shelby Lynne and Allison Moorer
  17. Dylan Thomas - Better Oblivion Community Center
  18. Will We Talk - Sam Fender
  19. Roy - Fontaines DC
  20. Cellophane - fka twigs





















Wednesday 18 December 2019

The centre didn't hold

I was going to post this on facebook the day after election, but, you know, I've got few enough friends as is ...


In 2019, Corbyn’s got 1.6 million voters more than Gordon Brown in 2010 and 1 million more than Ed Miliband in 2015.

No, I won’t be talking about how great Corbyn is and how Labour should stick with him. That’s not my point.

Less than 19% of the people who could have voted for him chose Gordon Brown as PM in 2010. Less than 19%. How many of them were straightforward, hardline, Tories? Half, maybe?

So, look, the centrist (yes, I will use that word) fury at the failed Corbyn project really sticks pretty hard in the throat today.

Any vote which wasn’t for Labour in 2010 and 2015 was, explicitly, for this, this present we have right here. The Tories have done nothing unexpected or out-of-character since then. This is who they are. This was the inevitable consequence of all those self-indulgent “they’re all the same anyway” votes.

So you liked the way Nick Faceclegg looked down the camera with his sincere eyes and said someone’s name when they asked him a question? Cool, well done. You thought Ed Miliband spoke a bit funny? Cool, stay at home then.

I’m not a Corbynista. I didn’t register to vote for him in the 2015 leadership election, nor would I have done, if I had registered. To me Gordon Brown is the one great British politician of my lifetime, a highly intelligent, forceful, moral presence who (yes, I know he made some significant errors too) has a list of tangible positive achievements to his name that outstrips anyone else by a country mile. But did you vote for him, you 81%?

Labour moved to the left in 2015 because it felt it had to, not because it was a credulous cult.

The Labour centre had failed, in some places ethically, on a profound level, and then, over a significant period of time, electorally.

In 2010 and 2015, it put up talented, intelligent PM candidates from the centre-left who tried to appeal across the board and convinced nowhere near enough people

Corbyn became leader because he was the right/wrong person at the right/wrong time, not because everyone on the left lost their mind and fell in love with him. Yes, there are zealots and fools and antisemites amongst the 10+ million that voted for him in 2017 and 2019 but the vast majority are simply leftists, leftists who can see how screwed and grotesque the alternative is, and, while they attempted to register their protests along the way at some of the less palatable elements, in the end recognised that the electoral alternative was devastating.

What should Labour have done in 2015 after two crushing election defeats?

Begged Tony Blair to come back? Or David Miliband, the king over the sea? Do one.

So spare the outrage at “the Corbyn project”. If you cannot see that the main reason this has happened is that right-wing campaigners are able, with social media, to control the message more than ever before, then that’s your call. So VoteLeave and the Conservatives spend millions on sanctioned, provenly false, targeted ads to vulnerable voters, but, no, that’s not an important factor, is it? 88% false. Think about that. 88%. They wouldn’t be telling lies if it wasn’t the lies that work.

Yes, Corbyn was toxic on the doorstep … he can take his own share of the blame for that, but you think it’s patronising and out-of-touch to take Dominic Cummings at his word when he explained exactly how his targeted methodology of falsehood worked its magic?

With a historically hostile right-wing Murdoch-led media in uneasy alliance with a newly hostile centre-left media, of course Labour and its inexperienced outriders have got it badly wrong at times.

I will breathe a big sigh of relief when Corbyn is no longer leader. I pray someone will come in who can just say “Look, we messed up really badly on antisemitism, really badly. I realise that trust is gone and may never come back, but we’ll try”.

But stop bleating about the centre. The centre didn’t hold. It stopped holding a long time ago. The centre remains completely oblivious to the largest dangers facing us and will spend the next few years patting itself on the back despairingly about how right it’s been, while the world burns.

Oh yes, and Corbyn didn’t cause Brexit, that’s classic double-think bollocks. Half the people are now saying Labour’ve lost because they didn’t back remain soon enough, half because they ended up backing a second referendum.

Who cares what his personal feelings on the matter were? He campaigned for remain, Labour voters largely backed remain (did people somehow think if he suddenly starting saying how much he loved Juncker, the Labour remain vote would swing from 65 to 90%), his policy was to respect the result but block a hard Brexit, which he did, often in a pretty frustrating way, I do admit, but the virtue of that caution is being shown in abundance today. He eventually put a second referendum on the ballot. Seems about fair enough, but I’m sure I’m missing something …

Anyway, I can’t think of anything I could have written which would go down less well, I’m basically slagging off most of my friends and family! Woohoo, have a good day …

Wednesday 11 December 2019

The climate election (or Why I'm voting Labour because, for me, there is no choice)

First, a disclaimer of sorts.

 A lot of issues barely touched on here are, I hope, to be taken as read, about the damage the Tories have done to the country, about what they're hiding, about the catastrophe Brexit will be, about billionaires vs poor people and, fundamentally, all the basic stuff which makes a left-winger left wing. I've pretty much always voted Labour, apart from the one time I voted Socialist Labour on a whim because I was in such a safe Labour seat, plus I voted Green in council and local elections this summer, in a certain amount of despair. But I've always been a Labour person, so all of that is sewn up and implicit before I start.

Yet, this election, I acknowledge that, in a way I've not experienced before, anyone voting Labour, or in a way that may somehow help Labour into power, has to be able to defend their choice on a profound level.

So, here I go, then.

Climate Change is a euphemism, just as Global Warming was a euphemism. Even Climate Emergency is, to an extent, a euphemism. I don’t know what’ll happen, no one does, but the average predicted outcome is worse than anything else that could possibly happen to the world in the next few decades (barring full scale, immediate nuclear meltdown).

It should be the all-consuming topic, every political promise and article should hinge on it, and yet, to most who make their living practicing or talking about politics, it is not. Even this year, when it’s finally forced itself, kicking and screaming, close to the forefront of the popular consciousness, there is a staggering amount of material that simply doesn't mention it ... most of that material is, of course, from the Tories.

Those talking about the future of Britain on a macro-scale, who do not tie the Climate Emergency in with every detail, every policy, are simply not to be taken seriously. I don’t want to read what they have to say anymore.

They are, let’s be honest, mainly men over 40 who are broadly oblivious to the horrors ahead because they (wrongly) think it won’t affect them, or because they (even more wrongly) think it is the alarmist wittering of kids and loonies, or simply, and more universally, because they have lost their sense of what to accurately prioritize.

Perhaps those in the latter category can be forgiven. That’s all of us, really, when it comes to almost all things. It always has been. That's the tragedy of it.

“Global warming” was something I was first made aware of in the early 90s, at school. The Ozone layer, melting ice, sea level rising. Sure, it was alarming, but it wasn’t much in the news for the decade after that, so I think I was able to keep it in the back of my mind. The world seemed mainly an OK place, relatively speaking, through most of the 1990s, after all. “The end of history”, wasn’t it? Indeed …

It was around 2002/03 that I read a number of things which brought it to the front of my mind that cataclysmic climate change was not just a possibility, but a certainty, that it might well happen far sooner and far worse than most people realised, and, most strikingly, that a powerful reason it would happen was that the human race overrated its resistance to the power of nature, its ability to collaborate, to face full-on and  master any catastrophe facing it.

That was 2003 – Labour were still very much in power, the banks were still full of beans, there were still miserable, sunless summers, frightful winters, and not all that many freakish weather events. The world didn’t seem to be on the brink of collapse, or even the brink of the brink of collapse. Bad shit had certainly started to happen – we were in the grip of Bush and the wars in the Middle East, but most people would not yet have sniffed “the end of progress”.

Me? I’ve probably thought about climate change every day since, to some extent or other … Really? That sounds unlikely, doesn't it, as I’ve hardly talked about it, and in any case, that sounds like the path to insanity … and what's more, surely I'd have got out and done something if I felt so strongly? You'd have thought, eh ...

I did feel emboldened to talk about it for a while (and even did make some low key ethical decisions which i either did, or more often, didn't, stick to), but you know, at the time “the world’s gonna end, progress is a lie, hope is a waste of time” wasn’t great chat, and was actually very hard to express in a serious and coherent way. As humans, we find it easy, all too easy, to put things in the background and not truly, truly believe the worst is going to happen until it does.

That is still the case, even as the evidence becomes irrefutable (why, even Jeremy Clarkson accepts it now, though not without an egregiously nasty dig at Greta Thunberg), even as the genuine cost adds up and nation states like the Marshall Islands are already explicitly fearing for their future.

The very presentness of my fear has grown year on year. It's always been there, but for a long time, it was possible to keep it well hidden, even from myself quite a lot of the time. Just the odd thought before bed or so ... what will it be like? A quiet existential dread ... not a persistent horror.

It’s a cold sunny early winter’s day in Kent, it’s been a wet autumn, and the world that I can see seems normal and beautiful. But every day is a battle in my head for a reduced version of hope which is, in itself, inhumane and horrifying. I know millions will die, cities will be swallowed, but will what I love survive in some form? That's all. All I hope for. It is still possible the scale of the catastrophe is up for grabs, though it may not be.

The truth is, I was a fellow without many attachments in my 20s and my natural outlook is best expressed as something like pessimistic acceptance (let's call it ideological laziness). On a personal level, that is a decent attitude to have. I have maintained my sanity and developed a fairly sanguine approach to life and the world … mostly … The right kind of hopelessness can be good for the temperament.

But things change. As things have got worse, so blatant that even the most corrupt and most pig-headed have been forced to see some version of the truth, paradoxically a certain kind of hope has crept in. Which has sprung, I suppose, from a need.

When you’re a parent, you need to hope. You’ve got no option.

So this election is about hope. The last hope.

But here is the crux of it, the glaring flaw in supporting "hope" wholeheartedly. The problem with it. 

Voting Labour has been described as morally unconscionable not just by political opponents,but by quite a few Jewish writers whose natural position is to the left of centre. This cannot be ignored.

It has been a crushing crisis for Labour, one they are nowhere near escaping from, and one they have mishandled from the start with an “incompetence” which cannot simply be dismissed as incompetence.

If I’m to vote Labour on 12th December, or if anyone is to cast their vote in a way that may lead to Labour holding power in the coming years, we have to be able to imagine ourselves, in good conscience,  in front of Jewish people in two years’ time, five years’ time, ten years’ time, saying “I made that decision, it was for the best, for me and my family,  for you, for everyone. I believed that then, despite it all, and I believe that now”.

And that is how it is. Are Labour more of a threat to Jewish people than the Conservatives are? Are they more of a threat to anyone? Everyone has to ask themselves those questions in conscience, wherever we fall on the scale of that argument, however we weigh Labour's crisis against issues the Conservatives have, and have always had, with every every form of prejudice. The Climate is offering devastation on a scale never seen before. And though that devastation WILL discriminate to start with, hitting the global south first, it will eventually be indiscriminate.

We can see that there is antisemitism in Labour, we can see that Jewish people are scared, we can see that Jeremy Corbyn is an extremely unpopular and stubborn leader across many parts of the country (I should say that my own opinion of him is probably less negative than most. I have many, many times, thought ... "you know, he's really not that bad" .... ringing endorsement, i know) , we can see that there are unpleasant forces holding great power within the Labour movement.

So, somehow, to vote Labour, the Conservatives have to be worse. And a lot worse. A left-wing individual might, faced with the fears and anger of Jewish people across the political spectrum, address that by voting for another non-Conservative party like the Greens or, more speciously, the Lib Dems (of course, voting Lib Dem tactically, where they have by far the strongest chance of beating the Tories, is a different matter, and to be encouraged).

In the summer Local and European Elections (which had different electoral systems and different priorities), I voted Green … I guess as a protest vote, as an attempt to be part of a movement to tell Labour to get its act together, and because the antisemitism issue is one which, whatever one thinks of each individual detail, is utterly demoralising.

I had thought I would vote Green on December 12th. In some ways, that would be the easier path. Green issues are the most important facing us, and the Green party is making sense on most issues under the sun, and is not consumed by a racism scandal.

But that is not what my conscience is telling me to do, there’s the truth of it, since conscience is the matter in hand. A vote for anyone but Labour here is a vote which enables the Conservatives, and I bluntly believe that if the Conservatives win this election we have very little hope left.

Very little hope left on truth, on services and welfare, on relationships with other countries, on helping the worst off, on balance, on prejudices, on stopping the far right from growing, above all very little hope on being part of the vast and swift movement the world needs right now to have any chance of averting the worst-case climate scenarios. No hope if Johnson wins, no hope if Trump wins.

I think the Conservatives will be slow and indifferent on Climate Change (I mean, that's their explicit policy and attitude and they'll be far worse than their policy, right), and that is the main thing, but I also think there is a greater risk to all minorities, including Jewish people, in the validation of a far-right government. I think a lot of things about these Tories, most of them unprintable.

And what of Brexit? This Tory disease which political commentators still find a way to blame Jeremy Corbyn for? To so many the most important issue of our age, and understandable that it appears so. But above all it is a disaster of wasted time and wasted focus. We’ve spent four years babbling on about this bullshit, time which should have been spent on building a national and international consensus for climate solutions. That's what I've always thought. All Brexit has ever really brought from me is "oh, for fuck's sake" ...

By the way, though it has undoubtedly been frustrating at times, I think in the fullness of time Labour has got their Brexit policy about right. However much we millions want it to just go away, the consensus would have needed to shift more for it to seem invalid ... there has needed to be a bigger shift in the demographics and polls, more clarity on the illegality and foreign interference, more certainty that it is an impossible policy with no good outcome. None of those outcomes have been won enough by remainers for Labour's policy of respecting Leave voters not to make sense. And here we are, and Labour, right now, offer the greatest hope of getting out of it after all.

I’ve never heard a good case for Brexit. Never, not once, from no one. Which is odd, because in some sense, on a brutal, genocidal, inhumane level, one exists. It appears close, but is crucially different, from the case sometimes made to the basic "too many immigrants" starting point of Brexit.

I have never heard one Brexiter say “the mass migration caused by climate change will require this country to lock itself away from the rest of the world just to survive”. Because they don’t think of it in those terms, either explicitly or implicitly. I have never, not once, heard a Brexiter use the Climate catastrophe as a factor. Obliviousness, arrogance and carelessness inhabits their arguments, fearlessness when fear should be the driving factor. Climate change has been irrelevant to the substance to their anti-immigration rhetoric. That's just a demographic fact. 

Let me get this clear, I don’t think Brexit will help anything to do with anything, it has and will accelerate every danger we face, as people in Britain, as people of the world. Without Climate Change hanging over us, I would think that even more strongly. It is a nation's history of self-satisfied contempt coming home to roost. We should be so far past it.

Hope is in collaboration and in swift international action. Labour winning doesn't necessarily mean that, but it offers a glimmer of possibility. Just as Brexit was seen as a key precursor to the election of Trump, the defeat of this manifestly corrupt, small-minded and oblivious Conservative government might provide a ray of light.

A decade ago, hope might have seemed like it was in moderation, in common sense, in "centrism" in the Obamas and Blairs. But the time for sweet moderation to be heart of this nation has passed.

That's the frustrating thing so many, with their "learn from history" and "find the middle ground", don't grasp. We're such a long long way past that. Corbyn's Labour cannot fuck things up worse than the Tories have already done and will do. We're staring in the abyss. But the party which declared a climate emergency, which has a genuine bold plan for doing something about it, hopefully in collaboration with a genuine leftist leader in the USA, might just get the juggernaut turning enough, and save hundreds of millions of lives before it's too late.

See that last sentence, which sounds like ludicrous exaggeration ... it's not.

It’s a big risk for many to vote for something that make Jeremy Corbyn prime minister. Too big a risk, understandably, for some who have been alienated and isolated by some of the machinations of the Labour left. Labour has lost votes it shouldn’t have lost, lost friends it had, irrevocably.

I know there are many many people who would feel far easier supporting Labour if they had a different leader. And, sure, I'm one of them. 

But right now, it's a binary choice – The Tories must be thwarted, continually and by any means necessary. They are the greatest danger to everyone – (they have been throughout my lifetime, which is why the persistence of the narrative of them as the safe pair of hands is so ludicrous). It’s so much later than we think. Whoever you need to explain your decision to in ten years' time

Monday 9 December 2019

Top 20s up to 2020

Here are my lists for the century so far, then.

I'm sure there's a format I could have put it in which could have made this more reader-friendly, ah well ...

The main ones are of Songs and Albums, with a few other less considered lists at the bottom.

I’d say, with the Songs and Albums, these are 20 of my favourite 30 or 40, rather than a definitive Top 20 - these ones just lent themselves best to being written about and had something of a nice balance. As much as possible, I tried not to include the same artists in both lists, with a few notable exceptions.

Particularly with the songs, it was rather tricky to narrow it down. I made a playlist of about 80 songs to listen to over the last year or so. The ones that emerged from that playlist were not necessarily what I would have expected beforehand.

A noticeable thing is how much is from the first decade of the century – there are a few obvious reasons for that, but I think one of the main one is my switch to streaming during the latter decade. Being able to listen to so much different stuff, to pick and choose less carefully, has, I think, meant, that I haven’t let myself live with individual songs quite as long. 

On CD, then on iTunes, I’d make tapes/playlists and listen to them over and over again, in particular when travelling (which I do less of) and running (which I don’t do while listening to music anymore).
So, it’s not necessarily the case that I think the 2000s better than the 2010s, it's just been a different way of listening, where I have tried to give albums a good listen a few times, but then moved on to the next thing … But I have really enjoyed a lot of new music of the last decade. 

I think my taste and my listening used to be a little less self-conscious too, whatever that means.

Anyway, I've tried to be honest. I listen to a lot of different types of music, but I expect the majority of it is still, just about, made by deadpan white guys with guitars, and that is reflected here.

20 FAVOURITE SONGS OF THE 21ST CENTURY (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)


Pa’lante – Hurray for the Riff-Raff (2017)


I begin here, with probably my favourite song of the last decade. It’s a protest song, a battle cry for Puerto Ricans in America. It references the history of the civil rights movement and the protest culture and finds a way to become modern, timeless, specific and universal. The singer is called Alynda Segarra and she has a voice, a voice you don’t forget.

My best point of reference to describe what she does at the end of ‘Pa’lante’ is, oddly (or not so oddly), The Proclaimers. Through most of their work, the singing is, at minimum, fierce, tuneful and distinctive, but there is an extra place the Reids go to sometimes (e.g. in the chorus of Sunshine on Leith), which is spine-chilling, and brings an uncontainable emotional response from the listener, just as there is an extra place Segarra goes to here, in the final refrain as she sings “To all who lost their pride I say Pa’lante, to all who had to survive, I had to say Pa’lante”.

It’s singing as shamanism.

If anyone is wondering if there is still soulful, tuneful, beautiful, listenable music of resistance, this is the place to start.

Witness (1 Hope) – Roots Manuva (2001)


I’ve loved other Roots Manuva songs just as much at different times, but, 18 years on, I can’t think of a time I’ve listened to this one when it hasn’t brought me joy.

It’s very flexible too – there’s no playlist, from Running to Lullabies for Sleepless Child to English Eccentrics, that it doesn’t suit.

There’s plenty been said about its squelching beat, its humorous and humble lyrics, its parochial esotericism, its glorious video. It is one of those rare songs that makes you proud to be English, British, a Londoner. It’s all there.

Biology – Girls Aloud (2005)


Via Destiny’s Child and one or two others, I’d already navigated my way to being something other than a narrow-minded rock snob in 2005, and could enjoy a fair bit of pop music by this point. That’s pretty good, I would think. I quite like that pop song. It’s quite ok, in a pop way.

Whereas, Biology was phenomenal, astonishing, groundbreaking – it was like a great Super Furry Animals song, a mad collage of tunes and idea, glistening and hilarious and unexpected. There are other very good Girls Aloud songs, other very good pop songs of the time, but Biology is an endless joy still.

Scottish Pop – Spearmint (2001)


“You can call me a plagiaristic English fop, but when I’m with you, I feel like I’m listening to … Scottish pop” …

That much-maligned old beast, jangly indie pop, can be a thing of such gentle beauty sometimes. 

Spearmint’s love song/paean to their Scottish heroes is just all together where I was at in those early years of this monstrous century.

And the bit where he just lists the heroes of Scottish indie ... pure joy ...

Lose Yourself – Eminem (2002)


You know, I realise this isn’t at all cool. But I can’t help it. To me, this song is what Eminem could have been, Eminem without all the crap. Neither dully offensive, verbosely meaningless nor excessively maudlin. He would never come near Lose Yourself again, but Lose Yourself is a pretty perfect re-imagining of Eye of the Tiger, a Hollywood self-help story in song.

And, to me, the virtuosity on display remains exhilarating. I read a very good critique of modern Eminem a few years ago saying how Eminem’s original genius was in the “anything can rhyme with anything” rapping he pioneered, but he has kept on doing that to the point of meaninglessness.

But on Lose Yourself, it all fits, it all means something, it tumbles forward, phrase on phrase, completely on point. Whatever else you think about him, I think Lose Yourself is a masterpiece.

Plus, of course, it used to be a McGaughey karaoke piece de resistance.

The Trapeze Swinger – Iron and Wine (2005)


The funny thing about this song is how much less amazing the “official” recorded version, for the soundtrack to the little-remembered film ‘In Good Company’, is, with its mundane reggae-lite setting, than any live version you can find where it’s just Sam Beam and his guitar, changing tempo as he pleases, perhaps with a backing vocalist near the end.

First hearing this, at Green Man in 2008, was probably my favourite live music moment, just for the shock of its magnificence at the end of a very rainy day at the end of a set by a band I quite liked but did not yet love, for the theatre and the effect it had on the crowd. It was a thing of such great beauty I will never forget.

The song is an epic of great musical simplicity and lyrical complexity about love, life and death.

All My Friends – LCD Soundsystem (2007)


Getting to the nub of it here. The big American songs. This is certainly in the running for being my favourite of the whole era, this dance-rock behemoth, with its persistent simple riff, its ever so beautiful lyrics which anyone between 27 and 50, wherever they were, could get right on board with, and sing or sigh along to.

Far too long to be a hit single (the radio edit just doesn’t have the magic), this remains as satisfying, structured, relentless and emotionally satisfying a song as exists.

And this past-it guy with a belly and a big old head and a so-so singing voice ... an inspiration to us all.

My Girls – Animal Collective (2009)


To me,  All My Friends and My Girls are two sides of the same coin – I listened to them both so very many times between 2009 and 2014, these two electro-indie bangers about growing up and getting on with it.

I remember being at Green Man; Animal Collective were headlining and I wasn’t really a fan of the album yet, and honestly they were a bit (as they’ve admitted themselves) shit, and me and Alex were walking away and I heard the “I don’t mean to seem like a care about material things …” bit wafting muddily through the hills, and I recognised the germ of something I loved even there.

It became more than that, eerily prophetic (though it follows that pretty common pattern most youngish dudes will follow from their mid-20s to their early 40s) and though I hardly listen to it anymore, it’s still a great joy when I do.

The Rat – The Walkmen (2004)


I very nearly didn’t include The Rat because, actually, these days, I like Angela Surf City and In the New Year (by the same band) better, but, come on, it’s The Rat. It was mentioned how much I loved it in a speech at my wedding. 

There’s a lot more to this band, but no other band could have done something like this so well.

Perhaps it was because of this song that everyone decided rock music had achieved all it needed to and everyone stopped caring about it.

Floating in the Forth – Frightened Rabbit (2008)


Sigh … two songs, now, which, I don’t listen to anymore, for very different reasons.

What this song used to mean and what it now means … I always loved it, my favourite track from that superb album 'The Midnight Organ Fight', it felt so honest, hopeful and defiant.

Scott Hutchison had, as this song makes clear, envisaged ending his life by jumping off the Forth Road Bridge. But this song was about the triumph of not doing so. Many people loved that “I think I’ll save suicide for another year” line. I also love “on the northern side is a Fife of mine” … “a Fife of mine” … how wonderful is that.

This song was coming up for air, making it to the finishing line, it was everything …

… and now it’s not, it’s a tragic prophesy, and I can’t listen to it, but it remains, I know, a song of the utmost beauty and power. 

To Be Young (Is To Be Sad, Is To Be High) – Ryan Adams (2000)


Nothing so tragic here, just seedy and gross. Without any kind of big statement, I found it pretty easy to let go of Ryan Adams’ music when allegations emerged him in early 2019. It was easy to post-rationalise … yeah, he seemed a bit that way, and, you know, his music’s fine but I can easily live without it.

But To Be Young gave me more than a little pang. Not just because it’s a great song, but because it’s a joyous, humane song, a wise-beyond-its-years song of deceptive power which always stood out among its heartbleeding peers.

I associate it with joy, with friends and with dancing. I listened to it for 18 years – it was a wedding playlist type of song, not a loser self-pity guy song.

So, yeah, here’s to that song. It deserves better.

Hey Darling – Sleater-Kinney (2015)


Sleater-Kinney, man. A great rock band I almost didn’t notice for a while. This is not one of their most acclaimed songs, but this is the one I love the most, for some reason.

It was a toss of the coin whether I included Hey Darling or Take Me Anywhere by Tegan and Sara (both bands are maestros of melodic powerpop, in their different ways) … both have these glorious simple choruses – the Tegan and Sara one is like climbing glass stairs and then they shatter into a million pieces when they get to the top (think I've been watching Frozen too much) while the Sleater-Kinney one is like this waterfall of disdain “It seems to me the only thing that comes with fame’s mediocrity” – anger turned on self, but still euphoric.

Hey Lover – Dawes (2013)


Here’s another “Hey!” song. Dawes are this band of clean Californians who do cheesy, overly worthy and wordy rock songs. I rather like them but there are always caveats. It took a cover (this originally by Blake Mills) to remove the caveats.

I mean, this is still a seriously cheesy song (check the title!) but it’s so guileless it’s a different type of thing.

Honestly, there’s a bit at 1.51, at the start of the 4th verse, when Dawes, who are an accomplished, harmonious group of musicians, throw all their accomplishment and harmony together for about 10 seconds and it’s one of the most unnervingly joyful things I ever heard – it’s like the Beach Boys and the Band and CSNY all at once, like First Aid Kit and the Vandellas and the Proclaimers – it’s the sound of two brothers singing and playing all at once, and that little bit, above all, is why I love this song and listen to it as much as I can.


In California – Joanna Newsom (2010)


There may be other more perfect, more dazzling, Joanna Newsom songs, but for me this is the emotional heart of her work. 

This was my favourite song of all for a long time, I would listen through its eight minutes over and over again. For me, Newsom has taken songwriting to a higher level than anybody else this century. She’s the heir to Joni Mitchell, plus something else. This and ‘Time (as a Symptom)’ are the truly, heartstoppingly beautiful Newsom songs.

When the Haar Rolls In – James Yorkston (2008)


This is an epic tale of love and memory, my favourite among many Yorkston favourites. It reminds me of Fife (but would remind me of Fife even if I’d never been to Fife) - I love the awkward relationship between London and Scotland that he often writes about.

 A song to never tire of. A deadpan masterpiece which passes through every emotion. (I am a little proud that I had a hand in it being a clue on Only Connect, thus having 2 million people, who wouldn’t otherwise, listen to it briefly).

I See a Darkness – Johnny Cash (2000)


You know, I’m going to say the Johnny Cash version (which is what I heard first) rather than the Bonnie Prince Billy version, though that’s the one I’ve listened to far more in the intervening years. 

Ironically, that’s somewhat because of Will Oldham’s own backing vocals on the Cash version, which are just taking the song to the next level.

And the way Cash sings “my best unbeaten brother …” But this song is so rousingly humane, sad, triumphant, all at the same time, it’s about the internal and the external, it’s an olive branch and a push away all at once.

American Trilogy – The Delgados (2000)


Ooh, boiling down to the last couple was hard work. American Trilogy has a similar mindset to I See a Darkness, but is the expansive yet miserable Scottish version.

“I’m really a terrible person” this songs says over several beautiful minutes. The apotheosis of the Dave Fridmann sound which felt like it couldn’t go much further beyond this – they really don’t make them like this anymore. 

The Delgados, a bit like The Walkmen, are an indie-rock who did everything right, became slightly famous, but just couldn’t quite make the breakthrough because ultimately people like what they like and you can’t do anything about that, and in the end had to give it up with a shrug.

They have several enormous, swooning tunes, but this is the one that got me first and gets me still.

Dancing on My Own - Robyn (2010)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcNo07Xp8aQ

A late substitution (for Danny Callahan by Conor Oberst, in case you're wondering, which is a stunningly sad song) ... and I also could have had With Every Heartbeat by the same artist, which is an odder, more haunting song.

But this one, it's just for everyone isn't it? It's for girls and boys of every stripe, and divorcees and beery men ... it's just one of those perfect songs which can also be a personal joy .. "stilettos and broken bottles ..." that's the best it.

Us – Regina Spektor (2006)


This being the last one … after quite a bit of thought … there are four or five Regina Spektor songs I love equally, but this one remains so gleeful, so glorious – it feels like the definitive song of a time when there was maybe a bit too many twee indie songs and films and it really had to come to a stop, but, you know, that time was ok with me.

PLUS: 

My Baby Don't Understand Me - Natalie Prass (2015)


Hmm, and so, because I feel like a bit of a dick for including Ryan Adams, but I still want to, just to make the point in a fairly obvious way that the song is always bigger than the singer, here's a bonus 21st, which is just so beautifully sung, produced and arranged, and just haunts and burrows in ... and takes its time to do so.

20 FAVOURITE ALBUMS OF THE 21ST CENTURY (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)


Yankee Hotel Foxtrot – Wilco (2002)

This is my favourite album in the world. You know that perhaps. It’s anxious and prophetic and a whole proper work of art with several dimensions. 

It’s sometimes very obscure and sometimes deceptively simple and it dips in and out of my head all the time. It’s a headache and then it’s a heavy analgesic. 

The album before it, Summerteeth, and after it, A Ghost is Born, are also in my Top 30 or 40 albums of all time, just so you know, but this one will do for now.

Lemonade РBeyonc̩ (2016)

There are different ways we fall in love with an album – sometimes slowly, letting it sink in over many days and weeks without worrying too much about the details we miss first time, sometimes, as in this case, instantly, in real time, like it’s a film and this is our one shot to really let it impact on us.

Erm, I think I’ll leave it that. No, I guess I won’t. One thing about Lemonade is how Beyoncé  determinedly, consciously, went after the serious indie rock crowd, the crowd that determined what was art and what was pop. 

There has been great Beyoncé music for two decades, but with the 2013 album ‘Beyoncé’ (which I think a slight failure, though many don’t) and then ‘Lemonade’ she took every genre on, on her terms and on its terms. The names on the album – Father John Misty, James Blake, Jack White, Ezra Koenig, Karen O, Kendrick Lamar, The Weeknd. No stone is left unrolled.

It turned out not to be a perfect album. But, for me, it was the perfect listen.

Free All Angels – Ash (2001)

What links Lemonade and Free All Angels? Only that, that first listen. That memorable real-life exhilaration of it. I was in my flat on the 3rd floor on South Street, St Andrews. There was scaffolding in front of the flat, which, perhaps, if I remember one or all of us illicitly rested on. It came out in April – yes, that’s right. Winter was over, the sun was out. 

And it’s a sun-out album. Shining Light had been out months before, and you knew that, after their mediocre second album, Ash were saved. Maybe even made for life. Burn Baby Burn was also just out, and is there, honestly, a better indie-rock one-two this century? No, of course not. And it felt then that the rest of the album was just as good, though of course, it wasn’t, but it was almost as good. 

It was teenage prodigies still young enough but better, with extra guitar heft and extra surf-rock girl harmonies.

Now I look at the tracklisting, Free All Angels has almost as many duds as classics, but it didn’t feel like it then. It felt like an endless summer. So here it is.

The World Won’t End – The Pernice Brothers (2001)

While this album is a summer that ended. I continue to love this album, to want to listen to it, even though I thought I had consigned it to minor status. 

In recent years the “album” has overtaken the “song” from it that I loved the most, Bryte Side, if that makes sense. The whole is greater than its greatest part. 

There are tens, maybe hundreds of underselling great American songwriters in their 40s and 50s making ends meet these days and Joe Pernice is my favourite of them, still putting out great records to a world that never cared too much. This album is exquisite, it never stretches too far but never bores – song after song perfectly produced and orchestrated and sad.

On the Line – Jenny Lewis (2019)

You’ll get two for the price of one here, because all along I’ve been planning to write about Rilo Kiley’s More Adventurous, the first time I listened to it (while watching a rugby match on TV of all things) and was struck that this was 100% what I liked. More Adventurous is, in its way, my single listening highlight of the two decades.

And there’s been plenty of Jenny Lewis/Rilo Kiley material I’ve listened to since then, and to be honest, a fair bit of it was a tiny bit disappointing after that first heady thrill. She seemed like sometimes she tried too many things, and that her voice and lyrics were just impossible to miss, could never fade so that you could just blithely think “nice” – if a song went a bit wrong, you really felt it.

But, then, in 2019, came On the Line which was good as (in fact, better than) More Adventurous and The Execution of All Things. It was the great album by the all-American Almost Famous, an album that got better and better with each track and then with each play, a perfectly judged heartbreak album full of melodies and lyrics which were memorable but not flash, singing that was beautiful and not showy.

Melodrama – Lorde (2017)

I wasn’t sure whether to have this on the list initially. Though I had it as my favourite album of 2017, I remember thinking it rather the best of an average bunch that year, rather than an out-and-out classic. But, in the recent re-listening, it has leapt out at me, given me the greatest pleasure. It is a phenomenal album, a dream of perfectly articulated pop perfection.

This phrase “sad bangers” is being used lately – seems a bit stoopid, like that isn’t just the essence of a great pop song anyway. But, in any case, if we’re to use the phrase, this album is an endless stream of sad bangers.
There’s this narcotic, euphoric yet realistic power to this record – the lyrics, the hooks, the singing, the arrangements are all utterly brilliant. For me, though I always find there are gems among Taylor Swift’s songs, Lorde (who occupies somewhat the same territory and has the same co-writer Jack Antonoff) is elevated by the lack of self-consciousness, the normality of the concerns and their perfect expression.

Nixon – Lambchop (2000)

Coming out in February 2000, this is the first great album of the century, and still one of my favourites. For me, the opening four tracks are unsurpassed as a sequence – The Old Gold Shoe, Grumpus, You Masculine You, Up With People.

The singer, Kurt Wagner, employs two vocal modes, his laconic low mutter and his ecstatic falsetto. The effect is disarming. He’s one of the great, humane, spare and poignant lyricists.

The odd thing about this album is the sequencing – it ends with two Gothic vignettes, The Petrified Florist and The Butcher Boy, which seem to belong on a totally different record than the others. They’re great songs, but it feels like they’re there because he didn’t know what else to do with them. I think that’s always stopped me from giving the album the full acclaim that I give this next one.

The Trials of Van Occupanther - Midlake (2006)

Do you know, I’m coming round to putting this very near the top of the pile. This is an ineffably perfect, singular entity by a band who never hit such heights before or after. It is a work of the rare magic, a weird and wonderful world unto itself, in the spirit of Daphnis and Chloe and Thoreau. Hardy, of Nick Drake and Bon Iver and all that … but way more rocking.

I continue to be moved in a way I don’t understand by the line “They told me I wouldn’t but I found an answer, I’m Van Occupanther, I’m Van Occupanther” not to mention many others.

Why is this album so good? The musicianship is wondrous and impeccable, as are the folky arrangements, but it’s the lyrics and the concept that continue to stun me. For all that Midlake are a collective (Indeed the lead singer Tim Smith left for their 4th album Antiphon and the sound changed not all that much), this album feels like an auteur’s vision, an idea of loneliness and love coming deep from an individual being. I feel this will be the No 1 most loved record of the post-industrial, food-shortage wasteland.

Have One on Me – Joanna Newsom (2010)

I think Joanna Newsom is the greatest of the age, all in all, the most accomplished, the most inimitable, the great poet and melodist. Some will say Ys, with its five stunningly arranged story-songs, is her finest, and that the 18 tracks (2 hours) of Have One on Me is a bit much. And sometimes it is.

But when you really give yourself over to it, listen to every minute, it all stands up. It is also, to me, more moving, more soulful, more generous and in touch with its audience than Ys.
Along with In California, other standouts are Good Intentions Paving Company, No Provenance, On a Good Day, Go Long, Does Not Suffice and whatever else grabs you at any given moment.

The ArchAndroid – Janelle Monae (2010)

When this album came out, I thought it was a tremendous piece of work, in some ways a mirror to Have One on Me, from the same year, in terms of daring and ambition.

Since then, I’ve continued to enjoy Monae’s work, but have felt her subsequent albums a little superficial, a little too eager to please, so I think I’d started to put this in the same box. I intended to put this in my 20, but with caveats, that it was more about admiration than enjoyment.

But I’ve listened to it again recently, and I’ve loved it, as much as, if not more than, before. The tunes sound fresher than ever – this rich collage of genres, underpinned by a musical theatre background and a grounding in Stevie Wonder. A fabulously ambitious album, but also an endlessly enjoyable one.

Want One – Rufus Wainwright (2003)

I’m a bit hard on Rufus Wainwright sometimes – I’ve felt like sometimes he’s (over)blown his talents a little. I actively dislike this album’s companion Want Two. It’s the dampest squib of a record I’ve ever known.

But this album remains packed with glorious, rich, moving songs, all the way from Oh What a World to Dinner at Eight. This one is primarily a pop album, and his voice soars rather than curdles. 

Favourite songs on this are probably 14th Street, 11.11 and Dinner at Eight.

To Pimp a Butterfly – Kendrick Lamar (2015)

When something is so universally described as a masterpiece so immediately, I will always find a contrary way to loathe it. So with this, I was a little resistant at the start, I think because of the looseness, the length, the jazziness, and yes, the hype.

It was when I started to realise “everything he’s doing here is brilliant”, in terms of words, in terms of rhymes, with different voices, with rhythms, with structure that I could accept the album for what it is – there are several great pop songs on this record, several uncomfortable, challenging moments, several extremely funny bits, sometimes all at once. A highlights package is great, but I do find, after all, that it’s best savoured as a whole. ‘Alright’ is, I guess Dancing in the Street/Blowin’ in the Wind of the age.

1972 – Josh Rouse (2003)

Although Josh Rouse may go down as an archetypal workmanlike American songwriter, I think he hit on some real magic on his four-album run between 2002 and 2006. 1972 is, on the surface, a pastiche of the easy-listening writers of the early 70s, but the songs have real heart. Slaveship and, in particular, Rise, are nestled deep within my most-listened-to.

His next album, Nashville, is of a similar standard, making it all seem so easy – sometimes people just go through a phase when they’re better than they think they are.

Chutes Too Narrow – The Shins (2003)

This one’s rather crept up on me as a high flyer, and I think fills the space in the list left by Rilo Kiley’s More Adventurous where I listen to it and think it is archetypally “what I like”. The guitars, the angles, the masterfully constructed lyrics, the sense that you’re listening to a really clever person putting an awful lot of work into getting what they’re doing right.

I don’t know if it’s still as highly rated as it should be – maybe the Shins have been a bit damned by association with Zach Braff’s passing star – but this record is just razor sharp and still as good as it ever was.

Phantom Power – Super Furry Animals (2003)

This is my favourite SFA album and SFA are my favourite band, by and large, so I have to include it, really. It’s Gruff’s favourite too. Although they were, commercially, just starting on the down slope at this point, and people rave more about Radiator and Guerrilla, this, for me, is their most complete set of songs. The second half of the album, in particular, is packed with underrated joys, like Out of Control, The Undefeated and Slow Life.

I almost included Gruff’s great solo work, American Interior, an extraordinary piece of multimedia historical research, with some of his best songs. Then again, Hotel Shampoo’s pretty great too.

Golden Hour – Kacey Musgraves (2018)

I was going to include Shelby Lynne’s I am Shelby Lynne, but then noticed it was from 1999, annoyingly. Taking its place, then, another piece of exquisite country-soul. Can’t say too much about this except her voice is a bit special and the songs are just exemplary.

Purple Mountains – Purple Mountains (2019)

The full magnificence of this album may, understandably, be lost in the tragic circumstances of its release. But right now, I can’t stop listening to it. David Berman employs a stand-up comedian’s precision – this is the lyric-writing at the highest level, and it is complemented by some memorable tunes. In some ways, a hard listen, in some ways, not at all.

Skeleton Tree – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds (2016)

There was a lot of Cave to consider - certainly one of my three favourite artists of the century. As a song, There She Goes My Beautiful World has been filling my headphones of late. And I think No More Shall We Part is the album of his that has given me most pleasure.

But I'm going for Skeleton Tree, from 2016, an extraordinary, extraordinary piece of work. This year's Ghosteen has received similar, if not greater, acclaim, but it's the traditional qualities of Skeleton Tree that do it for me. The tunes, after all that. The likes of Distant Sky and Skeleton Tree have a conventional structure to their beauty that just works on me a little better.

Girl in Amber is, of all of it, the rawest grief I've ever heard on record.

The Hour of Bewilderbeast - Badly Drawn Boy (2000)

Going all the way back to this, which I just loved a great deal for a reasonably long time. Feels like he put everything he had into it. Listening to again, the quality of so many of the songs is still striking, and the noodling in between only enhances that.

There's so much of what was easy to love back then in this - B and S and Nick Drake and Beta Band and then these little touches of classic easy listening pop.

Aah, why regret this boy's career, when there was this.

Carrie and Lowell - Sufjan Stevens (2015)

It feels almost disloyal not to have Lapalco by Brendan Benson as my last one, so regularly have I described it as an underrated masterpiece. And yet I go for something perfectly well rated.

I think probably I'm including Carrie and Lowell because I wanted to include Illinois but then I can't get past the fact that the second half of Illinois is significantly less engaging than the first half, so here we are Carrie and Lowell - a self-contained masterpiece of undemonstrative grief, a collection of lovely songs.

Now then, here are some other great artists I've listened to an awful lot, who've done great live shows, and whose absence from the lists above is a bit harsh
  • The National
  • Laura Marling
  • Bob Dylan
  • Belle and Sebastian
  • St Vincent
  • Damon Albarn
  • Decemberists
  • Band of Horses
  • King Creosote
  • Ed Harcourt
  • Bright Eyes
  • Martha Wainwright
  • Manic Street Preachers
  • Camera Obscura
  • Emmy the Great
  • British Sea Power
  • Dave
  • First Aid Kit
  • Kathryn Williams
  • Elbow


Ok, that's the (barely) serious stuff ...

now

20 Favourite Beers of the Century

Not a taste test, just taking into account reliability, nostalgia, association etc 

Needless to say, there are many I have enjoyed a great deal whose name I have forgotten

  • London Pride
  • Deuchars
  • Peroni
  • Corona
  • Oakham Citra
  • Woodford's Wherry (i had one almost apocryphal pint of it once, and it was the best pint I ever had)
  • Brooklyn Lager
  • Adnam's Sea Fury
  • Williams Brothers Caesar Augustus
  • Redwell West Coast Pale Ale
  • Shepherd Neame Whitstable Bay
  • Fuller's Honeydew
  • Nanny State (for that time in your life when it needs to be Nanny State)
  • Curious Brew IPA
  • Biere d'or D'Alsace
  • McEwans 80/
  • Hazey Daze
  • Asahi (for karaoke)
  • St Austell Tribute
  • Hobgoblin Ruby
21 Favourite Films
  • Adventureland
  • United 93
  • Before Sunrise/Sunset/Midnight (I'm taking it as one film if that's ok)
  • Memento
  • Role Models          
  • Donnie Darko
  • Two Days and One Night
  • Patterson
  • Star Wars: The Force Awakens
  • The Irishman
  • Rust and Bone
  • Boyhood
  • The White Ribbon
  • Brick
  • High Fidelity
  • Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
  • Three Billboards outside Ebbing, Missouri
  • Pride
  • Philomena
  • Sing
  • Brokeback Mountain

20 Favourite (Male) boxers of the century
  • Andy Lee
  • Miguel Cotto
  • Choi Tseveenpurev
  • Nonito Donaire
  • Vasyl Lomanchenko
  • Anthony Joshua
  • Gennady Golovkin
  • Audley Harrison
  • Joe Calzaghe
  • Keith Thurman
  • Carl Froch
  • Amir Khan
  • Darren Barker
  • Chris Eubank Jr
  • Carl Frampton
  • Paul Malignaggi
  • Anthony Crolla
  • Michael Katsidis
  • Junior Witter
  • Timothy Bradley
20 Favourite Books of the Century
  • This is Uncool:  The 500 Greatest Singles Since Punk and Disco - Garry Mulholland
  • The Corrections -Jonathan Franzen
  • Let the Great World Spin - Colum McCann
  • Autumn/Winter/Spring - Ali Smith
  • Normal People - Sally Rooney
  • Cryptic Quiz Book - Frank Paul
  • 33 Revolutions per Minute: A History of Protest Songs - Dorian Lynskey
  • The People’s Songs: The Story of Modern Britain in 50 Records - Stuart Maconie
  • Night Train: Sonny Liston - Nick Tosches
  • A Cultured Left Foot - Musa Okwonga
  • Netherland - Joseph O'Neill
  • Half of a Yellow Sun - Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie
  • Home Fire - Kamila Shamsie
  • Days Without End - Sebastian Barry
  • 45: Bill Drummond
  • Straw Dogs: John Gray
  •  In Black and White: The Untold Story of Joe Louis and Jesse Owens: Donald Mcrae
  • One Day - David Nicholls
  • A Visit from the Goon Squad - Jennifer Egan
Erm, I might add more, but that'll do for now.





Thursday 14 November 2019

De Oirishman


I went to see The Irishman on Monday, a film it is no exaggeration to say I have been looking forward to for 24 years.

I first got into the Scorsese/De Niro axis of excellence in, I think, late 1994, when there was a De Niro season on TV – there was some slightly offbeat showings, like The Last Tycoon and Jacknife, but there was also Mean Streets, and, even now, that is one of my favourite three films in the world, a work of snappy, soulful perfection which would have made the director and its (co) star icons even if that’s all they’d ever done.

Of course, they made a lot more together, and most of it is held in the same high esteem. More than half of their collaborations are seen as all-time classics, with the exception of New York, New York, Cape Fear and Casino, which are still pretty great films if you ask me.

But after Casino, in 1995, that’s been it for the partnership. Not because of a break in the friendship, but, it seems … just because. Scorsese forged a new partnership, with Leonardo DiCaprio, and has continued to operate, mainly, at a high level. I’ve still tried to see nearly every film of his at the cinema.

De Niro … a slightly different story. It can be overplayed how much his career has declined since 1995 – there are good roles in average films, good roles in good films (Silver Linings Playbook, Joy etc), there is the fact he is genuinely funny in the hugely successful Meet the Parents and Analyze This, but, yeah, there’s a lot that’s come and gone with a sigh of despair. I’m afraid bigger De Niro fans than me will have queued round the block to watch Dirty Grandpa, Last Vegas and Killer Elite (from what I’ve heard …)

But I’d also heard that De Niro and Scorsese were always talking about a new project, and there have been reports of The Irishman/I Heard You Paint Houses for many years. When it was finally confirmed, I was excited but also had misgivings … will it be a bit of retread, a one-last-job self-glorification … Another gangster movie? I kind of went off gangsters a long time ago … (about halfway through Season 4 of The Sopranos, to be precise. I just don't care about these schmucks and more, I thought ...)

But as others have already said, this is a different film from Goodfellas and Casino … it’s funny and yes, it’s violent (though, I think, not as grotesquely so), but it’s primarily stately and melancholy … and there’s not all that much in the way of glitz and glamour.

Nor is there that much of a bad guy or a rogue element. The two possible rogue elements are Tony Provenzano (played by Steven Graham) and Joey Gallo (Sebastian Maniscalco), but the latter is a small part really, and Graham’s Provenzano is shown to be not entirely sympathetic, not some kid of untameable destroyer (like Pesci in Goodfellas and Casino, or De Niro in Mean Streets).

The three leads all put in different kinds of great performances.

I think the film be remembered above all for Pesci, especially as, considering he hates making films and this is the first one he’s done in years, this might well be his last film performance.

I’ve actually never been a superfan, not to say I don’t appreciate his work but have always seen him as having just two modes, psycho and clown. To me, he’s never been the soul of a film before. But in The Irishman, he is different, and he is much, much more. He is quiet and restrained and just says everything he needs to with small movements, lowkey words, glances and sighs. It’s really the best film performance I’ve seen for a long time. His last scene with Pacino is really a thing of great beauty.

Pacino is brilliant, but you know, very much Pacino, bombastic and musical (and perhaps overly reliant on saying “cocksucker”.) He, of the three main actors, is the only one where I felt the de-aging technology didn’t quite work. His character Jimmy Hoffa died in his early 60s, so Pacino was playing him from 40s to 60s, but he always somehow seems, in the film, like an old man.

The de-agification, for me, worked really well for De Niro, I suspect because he’s a more robust 70-odd than Pacino (almost 80, after all). For the most part (one kicking aside), his face and body were completely convincing as a guy in his 40s, as he is for much of the film. His performance is great, thankfully.

His ebbing as an actor from the very height is an interesting matter. My simplest explanation is it was like the ebbing of a great sportsman – some actors have skills which allow them to stay great into old age, but De Niro relied so much on the physical, on the whole of his body, that he began to lose his greatest asset. He was never much one for accents, nor for theatricals. He inhabited characters by, one supposes, sheer hard work. Here, you feel that with the help of the technology, he’s able to relax into the long process of giving a seemingly irredeemable character life worth being interesting in.

His arc lasts the whole film. Through a lot of it, you barely notice him, he’s just there – he does the jaw thing a bit, but there aren’t that many other classic De Niro tropes here – but there’s the still and calm of Michael Vronsky in The Deer Hunter (it is no coincidence that that has always been my favourite De Niro performance).

His character is a post-Wire film criminal … a Slim Charles or a Chris Partlow (for me, always the most interesting characters in The Wire). It’s not about the glamour, the charm, the craziness, the awfulness, it’s not about implying he has some significant inner life (even in the “redemption” scenes at the end, we’re not kidded that he’s a man with great depth), he’s just a guy who can live a criminal life, do awful things without savagery or compunction, and knows which side his bread is buttered, until he realises too later that self-protection as a way of life leaves you empty.

Talking of empty, a lot’s been said of the lack of words for women in the film, particularly Anna Paquin as Frank Sheeran’s daughter Peggy … which is a true and fair enough, but at the end, that vacancy speaks loud and is a character in its own right with meaning … it’s quite hard to explain that without seeing it, but it almost feels the film is not just one where women are forgotten and neglected, but literally, in the end, about the absence of women and the damage that does.

So, anyway, I was not disappointed. The film never sags, it is very funny, brilliantly written, so detailed and precise. Scorsese’s really the best film maker there’s been … that’s my opinion … and this has gone right up there into my Top 5 of his films.