Sunday 31 March 2013

Justin Timberlake - The 20/20 Experience



Two weeks into 2013, Twitter exploded. Nearly every day, timelines were just full of excited tweets, all of which entirely in capital letters with at least 4 exclamation points following it. This would become ‘The Week That Shook Pop’. Destiny’s Child announced a new album, David Bowie released a new single and Justin Timberlake announced he’d be releasing “something”. But once the dust had settled, it was all a bit of a fool’s paradise. The Destiny’s Child album was merely a compilation of love songs, with one new song, David Bowie’s ‘Where Are We Now?’ wasn’t particularly spectacular and Timberlake’s announcement was that a song would be coming out the week after. ‘The Week That Shook Pop’ suddenly became ‘The Week That Made Everyone on Twitter Sad’. As with Bowie’s return, Timberlake’s was anticipated with bated breath, to say the least.

Yet, unlike Bowie, Timberlake hasn’t exactly been quiet in the 7 years since the absolute disco stomper Futuresex/Lovesounds. He’s been in award winning, critically acclaimed films (Aaron Sorkin’s The Social Network) and not so critically acclaimed films (doing the voice of Boo-Boo in Yogi Bear), done a song with Madonna, hosted Saturday Night Live 3 times (adding to his total, making him one of the few people to host 5+ times) and even got married. Still, his return to music was unexpected.

The 20/20 Experience brings back long-time collaborator Timbaland, the mastermind behind Futuresex/Lovesounds’s production, to create an album with an altogether much different feel. The 20/20 Experience feels like the relaxing VIP lounge to Futuresex/Lovesounds’s heaving club with alcohol flowing. Opening with swirling cinematic strings, ‘Pusher Love Girl’ feels like a classic soul track brought into the 21st century.  Equally, ‘That Girl’, with its smooth brass section and Timberlake’s crooning voice alongside doo-wop backing vocals, wouldn’t feel out of place on a Motown compilation. Slightly cringey ‘Strawberry Bubblegum’ also follows this pattern but is made a bit unnerving by the fact Timberlake is singing about his wife’s vagina for the full 8 minute running time.

On the subject of song running times, none of them are short which, in some cases, is slightly detrimental to the songs. Timberlake is no stranger to long songs – LoveStoned and What Goes Around Comes Around hit around the 7:30 mark – but The 20/20 Experience only has one song below 5 minutes. Some of the longer songs feel like they overstay their welcome, with what seems like a jam session shoved on the end; ‘Let The Groove Get In’, an otherwise fantastic slice of tropical pop goodness, is let down slightly by the unnecessary outro which takes up half of the song. ‘Mirrors’ is the only song that feels like it deserves its 8 minute running time, a perfectly crafted pop song that works as an antithesis to ‘Cry Me A River’ in its pure joy at finally finding love, alluding to his relationship with wife Jessica Biel.

With some tighter editing to get some songs down to the pure pop goodness that are hidden away in the background of almost every song instead of Led Zepplin-esque “epics”, The 20/20 Experience could be a worthy competitor to Futuresex/Lovesounds but, as it stands, it’s a welcome albeit marginally disappointing return for ‘N Sync’s greatest export. 

3 ½ / 5
Recommended download: Mirrors

Thursday 28 March 2013

Woodkid - The Golden Age [March 28th 2013 in The Courier]

There’s nothing more daunting than being thrust into the adult world. One second, you’re sat on the floor of your living room, drinking a Fruit Shoot and eating as many biscuits as you’ve managed to nab from the kitchen cupboard while being transfixed by the insane colours of Pokemon or the high school antics of Saved by The Bell.

The next, you’re drowning in bills, worrying about the economy with the only the stability of Pointless being on at exactly 5:15pm every weekday. It’s this jarring and often extremely sudden transition that is tackled in Yoann Lemoine AKA Woodkid’s debut album, ‘The Golden Age’.

Prior to making music, Lemoine has directed videos for Drake’s Take Care and Lana Del Rey’s Born to Die, which makes the extraordinarily cinematic feel of ‘The Golden Age’ come as no surprise. Both the aforementioned music videos had the feel of a short art film, with a sombre colour palette alongside its stylistic direction; ‘The Golden Age’ is very much a musical companion to Lemoine’s directing style. Lemoine’s gritty, Gallic vocals are accompanied by booming military drums and a cacophony of brass instruments that effectively capture the confusion of growing up. There’s so much going on that, sometimes, it all gets a bit too much and, in some regards, this could quite easily put some people off but, thematically, it works. The album is bookended by tracks that follow a very simple piano line with ‘The Golden Age’ being a lament of childhood, while ‘The Other Side’ feels more sinister with the quiet military drums in the background as the protagonist of the album (the “boy” of ‘Run Boy Run’) sheds the last his innocence, as though there has been an ominous tolling bell of inevitability, after trying to grasp onto whatever part of childhood he can, most obviously seen in ‘Run Boy Run’ where the sweeping string section imbues a sense of hope.

Stylistically, the album is very cinematic. The opening strings on ‘The Great Escape’ feel like they could’ve been ripped straight from a 1960s romance and the ending of ‘The Shore’ could quite easily feature in any Bond film. The orchestration could be enough to make this an endearing album (and, to some, probably a better one) but it’s Lemoine’s unique, rich vocals that anchor the album down, keeping it from floating off in its flights of orchestral fancy. To some, however, it could be Lemoine’s vocals that could put many off. His Gallic tones are very marmite, much in the way that Tom Waits’s gravelly tones might be to others. But despite this, everything that surrounds it is fantastically cinematic, giving the album an air of a dark fairy tale.

4/5
Recommended download: ‘Run Boy Run’

Daughter - If You Leave [March 28th 2013 in The Courier]

There are umpteen lists on the internet setting out the perfect date playlist; tunes that will not only impress your companion, showing off the length and breadth of your music tastes, but also set a nice romantic mood. There’s the usual stuff like most popular James Brown stuff but then also some more left field choices like Frank Ocean’s cover of Coldplay’s ‘Strawberry Swing’ or Jessie Ware’s ‘Sweet Talk’. Whatever you choose is going to have a resonant effect on the state of your date. Just for the love of everything that is sacred in your potential relationship do not pick anything from Daughter’s debut album, If You Leave.

If You Leave is the album you get out when things have thoroughly hit the fan, dripping with melancholy and, at times, emotional collapse. If You Leave is a ten song story that needs to be listened to as a collective. It’s one of the first albums in a while that feels like the songs benefit from working as a whole, rather than just a collection of really, really good songs. From the outset, If You Leave feels suffocating; it feels as though all these emotions are thrown on your all at once. Album opener ‘Winter’ sets the scene for the rest of the album, with Elena Tonra’s bitterly sweet vocals gliding through fragile but simultaneously heavy guitar lines, laying out the post-break up swirl of emotion: “Wait for me to degrade before you go”. But somehow, despite this feeling of suffocation, the lyrics sometimes akin to a high school girl’s diary (“we’re setting fire to our insides for fun” on single ‘Youth’) and often one-note theme running throughout the album, there’s a real sincerity here. Bubbling under the surface of Tonra’s beautifully destroyed vocals and Igor Haefeli’s understated and atmospheric guitar work is hope. It takes until the end of the album to finally reach the surface but, by the time it does, it feels like you’ve been on a journey, that this final section of emotional triumph is only made as great as it is by the suffering that preceded it. ‘Shallows’ is an 11 minute finale that feels like a warm bath after being dragged through the dirt and bushes for a good hour or so.

But even when we are going through the dirt and bushes, it’s an experience to treasure. The emotional breakdown present in Tonra’s vocals (I know I keep coming back to this but they really are beautiful in an affecting way) working in sync alongside the rise and fall of Remi Aguilella’s percussion feels enormously cathartic. It’s a mix that just hasn’t been done properly since Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie and Postal Service found “love”, whatever that is. At points, If You Leave occasionally even manages to surpass some of Death Cab’s most bleak yet beautiful moments.

This is an album that needs to be taken as a whole. Sit in a dark room with headphones on (OK, probably don’t do that) and just listen. This isn’t an album you can just listen to snippets of on Soundcloud, it’s one that needs experiencing, taking in every inch of the emotional journey until the triumphant conclusion. It has an arc, gliding from break up, through self-doubt (“All my children can become me, what a mess I leave to follow” Tonra sings on ‘Smother’), to the light at the end of the tunnel in ‘Amsterdam’ and ‘Shallows’ (“Dry your smoke stung eyes so you can see the light”).

5/5
Recommended download: “Youth”

Monday 25 March 2013

David Bowie - The Next Day [March 11th 2013 in The Courier]

No-one expected it. On the day of his 66th birthday, David Bowie released a single; a present from him to us on his birthday, clearly unaware of how birthdays actually work. He’d been gone for about a decade, recording an album in secret for the past two years. So closely guarded was this secret that we only first heard about it when the aforementioned single ‘Where Are We Now?’ was released on his birthday, about two months before The Next Day was to be released.

 Of course, the announcement of his return was met with joy and uncertainty in equal measure. As critically acclaimed as Bowie is, he’s had a patchy career. We try to forget the whole Tin Machine era and a few of his later albums failed to hit the mark that his ‘one fantastic album every year throughout the ‘70s streak did. And ‘Where Are We Now?’ wasn’t exactly a ‘Sound and Vision’, which sent people into a bit more of a fluster. It was intriguing, featuring Bowie pining for his Berlin days, hinting at a raw, autobiographical feel to The Next Day but had it been released during his career, as opposed to alongside the flurry of excitement at his return, it would’ve been passed off as just OK.

Luckily, ‘Where Are We Now?’ is unrepresentative of the album we actually have. In fact, plonked right in the middle, it feels a bit out of place. Other than cementing the theme – that of mortality and, as in the wonderful ‘The Stars (Are Out Tonight)’, excess – it’s a lot slower and more reserved, with Bowie’s wispy voice leading the way. The rest of the album does everything it can to escape the notion, implied by that first single, that Bowie’s getting on a bit. In fact, The Next Day acts as a sort of exhibition: The Life and Times of David Bowie.

Echoes of nearly every single Bowie era are here, unexpected from man who would rather explore than hark back to the past. It’s exciting to hear the sonic references; ‘Valentine’s Day’ could quite easily have been ripped straight from Aladdin Sane, and ‘You Feel So Lonely You Could Die’ reflects Ziggy Stardust’s ‘Five Years’.  We have strangely industrial tunes in ‘I Can See You’, and the occasional rock stomper such as ‘How Does Your Grass Grow?’.

While it’s no Young Americans or Low, it still has all the excitement that you found in those albums for the first time. Each track references the past but stamps its own identity on the Bowie chronology, unrelenting in their ability to continue carving a new path whilst also looking back at the path they’ve already created in a way that only someone like Bowie could do.

This is how you make a comeback: not with a whimper but with a massive, massive bang.

4 1/2 / 5
Recommended download: 'How Does Your Grass Grow?' 

Parks & Recreation review [March 4th 2013 in The Courier]

It’s very rare that I properly fall in love with a show. Fall so hard that I want to scream its praises from the rooftops. I’ve fallen in love with shows such as The Wire but never while they were on the air, so I never got the excitement of waiting week by week to watch the new episode. But I have done just that with Parks & Recreation. Each week, I wait in anticipation of what the folks at Pawnee Parks & Recreation department have in store. I love this show.

It started out a little bit wishy washy, admittedly. Finally being brought to the UK, Parks & Recreation was initially seen as simply a clone of The Office US; a bunch of misfits in an office earnestly trying to go about their jobs while being filmed mockumentary style. Yet just like how The Office US’s first season was essentially a carbon copy of the UK Office, and suffered slightly as a result, Parks & Rec does too. Leslie Knope, the affable Deputy Director of the department, was just a female Michael Scott and the kind of stale, one-note storyline of trying to turn a pit into a park didn’t allow for any of the secondary characters to shine. But then, like The Office US, it found its own voice and blossomed from there.

What Parks & Recreation does so well is character progression. When it gives these characters the time to shine, which it fails to do in Season One, they really come into their own. “Practise Date” is the episode when it becomes less “The Leslie Knope Show” and more an ensemble comedy. As the gang dig up dirt on each other, the laughs just come thick and fast, particularly when Jerry (a constant source of fun poking) doesn’t want to play but has numerous dark secrets revealed. Watching these characters grow and grow to the point where they’re almost unrecognisable in earlier episodes is fascinating and exemplifies the strong writing this show has become known for. Ron Swanson in particular (who will become your new favourite TV character, I guarantee that) progresses from a brick wall of a man to a cuddly teddy bear yet still packs in so many one liners, you’ll have to pause the show to catch your breath.

Jokes aren’t entirely focused on the bureaucratic side of things either. From Aziz Ansari’s Tom Haverford setting up an entertainment business with the amazing (only ocassional) recurring character Jean Ralphio, to Andy’s adorable stupidity, none of the jokes are made with malice but are all absolutely hilarious.

Parks & Recreation is how comedy should be. It’s entirely uncynical and unpretentious. I liken it to The Muppet Show a lot because it’s a show about friendship and having fun, but with a bellyful of laughs along the way. Seriously, give this show a shot. If you don’t like Season One, please carry on anyway. Especially when Rob Lowe and Adam Scott are introduced, the show becomes something entirely unlike what it used to be, and it only gets better from there.

Rhye - Woman [March 4th 2013 in The Courier]

When Rhye posted a couple of songs online early last year, the blogosphere went into overload, as nothing was actually revealed about them. Making things even more difficult was the wonderfully feminine vocals on both tracks. They finally revealed themselves as Canadian electronic musician Michael Milosh and Robin Hannibal, Milosh providing the Sade-like vocals which really set Rhye apart.

It’s Milosh’s voice that really carries this album. Hauntingly intimate but simultaneously coy, he tackles sex and relationships with a beautiful honesty, similar to the early Weeknd mixtapes but a lot less sinister. In a world of over-sexualisation in electronic music, it’s refreshing to hear love and sex tackled in such a way.

The album really goes through the motions, from the swooning strings of ‘Open’ to the ‘morning after the night before’ house music stylings of ‘The Fall’ to the surprisingly poppy ‘Last Dance’, the opening trio manage to effectively set the mood that dominates the rest of the album because, despite the sensual feel of the tracks, Milosh’s vocals continue to be hypnotic, cooing and ahhing through his disarmingly honest views of sex and relationships.

Most bands that feel the need to begin with anonymity usually disappoint in the long run, unless they’re someone huge doing a crazy collaboration or someone huge just wanting to piss about for a bit. Here the mystery only made Rhye more endearing and, even better, when the curtain was pulled down to see who The Wizard actually was, it took absolutely nothing away. A stunning debut that warrants the excitement surrounding Rhye.

5/5
Recommended download: 'The Fall' 

Darwin Deez - Songs for Imaginative People [February 26th 2013 in The Courier]

Darwin Deez’s first trip into the musical world was a sunny and quirky, yet acerbically bitter foray into indie pop. A negative Cajun Dance Party seemed the most obvious comparison for its lo-fi, almost twee sensibilities. ‘Radar Detector’ and ‘Constellations’ had the ability to be true earworms; the melody stuck in your head for days and days. Unfortunately, with Songs For Imaginative People, no such thing properly exists, making what was a promising start seem like a waste.

Deez has chosen to focus on the darker, more chaotic sounds he tried out first time around but they were, by and large, the weakest tracks on the record. So an entire album of overly negative, often nihilistic wittering is too difficult to bother with.

There are some really bum metaphors here too; ‘Redshift’ basically becomes an extended game of madlibs in which he replaces words with a space themed equivalent, thus ‘quirks’ becomes ‘quarks’. There are occasional bursts of dark humour but the rest almost becomes cringey.

At least with the first album we had the pleasure of some sweet and quirky melodies, to offset the clunky metaphors, but here Deez has whacked up the fuzz pedal to 11 making something overly chaotic to the point of incoherence. Coming across as rather unstructured – and not in a way people would see math rock but really, really unpredictable and random at times – it removes any element of melody that might exist and made the first album so appealing if slightly flawed.

Gone is the Darwin Deez that danced like he was auditioning for the newest Wes Anderson film with his baggy shirts and headband. I’d quite like that one back, please.

2/5
Recommended download: ‘Free (The Editorial Me)

Live review: Mausi @ The Sage [February 25th 2013 in The Courier]

Today is a bit of an unusual one for Newcastle. It’s sunny. In February. And there’s no wind. It’s not quite April 2012 standards, where sitting down by the Quayside drinking cocktails was completely OK at lunch time, despite what everyone else says, but we’ll take what we can get. So it seems perfectly apt that on this surprisingly sunny Sunday, Mausi come back to the North East to deliver a refreshing burst of sun inspired tunes. As part of a medley of upcoming acts put on by Tipping Point and Generator, Mausi seem like the perfect way to end the day.

But let’s focus on the rest of the acts on show first. Amy Holford is a North East solo artist (for the most part. She did get the assistance of a piano for her final song) who seems to pop up at nearly every North East new artist event, her name cropping up on the Evolution Emerging bill every so often. There is good reasoning behind this, though, as her voice really is mesmerising. The Sage is famous for its wonderful acoustics so throw in someone with a powerful voice and listening to it rise and soar through the room is truly beautiful. “I Won’t Wait” is a perfect example of this, a simple, honest song about being fed up with an unresponsive partner but with such gusto and emotion behind her voice, it’s hard not to be blown away. “Rabbit Hole” is the only proper up-tempo song throughout the set, sounding fantastically reminiscent of KT Tunstall’s amazing performance of Black Horse and the Cherry Tree on Later with Jools Holland.

Death at Sea take the stage next, kicking the mood up several gears. They started off a little bit weak, unfortunately sounding like most new bands with guitars these days, so I wasn’t holding out much hope. Until they slammed down the fuzz pedal and suddenly transformed into an amalgamation of early Weezer’s adolescent garage punk and Pavement’s stoner rock and blew me away. I started to eat my words there and then with a side of “egg on my face”. What followed was track after track of 90s reminiscing, from being too young to go to gigs to that period of life where you just want to make out with everything.

Eliza and the Bear, a band which contains neither someone named Eliza nor an actual bear (the latter of which disappointed me a bit but probably relieved the staff of The Sage), paved the way for the sunny disposition of Mausi with their upbeat danceable indie pop songs. An energetic presence, particularly on the part of the keyboardist, went hand in hand with the sheer joy they put forward in their music. Most indie bands these days try to be too clever; tackling philosophical questions, looking for the meaning of life. Whatever happened to just having a bloody good time? That’s where these guys step in. Completely unpretentious and full of life, it’s a set full of just having fun.
Mausi also fit very neatly into this all but recently ignored area of music. Listen to “Move” or “sol.” and try, just try, to not want to go to your travel agent and book a holiday to the sunniest place you know of and just dive into a cool, blue ocean. It’s hard. I’ve had to keep the travel brochures under lock and key whenever I listen to them. And it comes through even more in their live sets, technical difficulties aside (which lead singer Daisy passes off in the most adorable way). It’s exuberant, boisterous and, most importantly, a set filled with good old fashioned pop bangers; songs that, when you hear them, you just want to go a bit mental. Even the slower songs such as “Disney Films” feel like they’re from another place, somewhere where the sun is just setting and you’re sat on the beach listening to the waves before you finish it off with a trip to the club that plays exclusively “My Friend Has A Swimming Pool”, which needs to be released as a single ASAP so I can play it on loop for the rest of this year.

It’s hard not to have a good time at a Mausi gig. Full of energy and fun, it’s the perfect end to a rare sunny day in our fair city.

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Push The Sky Away [February 18th 2013 in The Courier]

After 2004’s Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus, Nick Cave and a couple of Bad Seeds decided to drop the melancholic melodies and just go all out aggressive with their side project, Grinderman. 
This, in turn, led to the more garage rock-focused Bad Seeds album Dig, Lazarus Dig!!! which, despite the big shift from the sound of The Lyre of Orpheus – you can hear the beginnings of this move to a rockier sound in Abattoir Blues – was critically acclaimed. Push The Sky Away can be best described as a shift back to their old ways. It is also the first album without Mick Harvey, who was fed up of the band playing ‘stupid rock songs’; it is arguably this which was the influence behind this shift to the more melodic intricacies The Bad Seeds are most known for.

As always, the stars of the show here are the lyrics. Drenched with pathos, Cave tackles the usual topics of love, death, religion and life itself. Nowhere else can you hear an album that will reference both legendary blues guitarist Robert Johnson and Miley Cyrus. Cave leads you through these stories with some extremely intricate imagery particularly with lyrics such as “I was the match that would fire up her snatch”, something that he has always done so well. It seems like Cave sees no point in just singing about such topics without making you picture those topics in action.

The melodies themselves are always bubbling away in the background. From the rumbling bass of ‘We Real Cool’ to the repetitive finger picking in ‘Finishing Jubilee Street’, it lets Nick Cave’s vocals ride to the forefront. Still, the strings and brass do fight to find the light, bursting through intermittently, only really coming to the forefront in an explosive way such as at the end of ‘Jubilee Street’. This continuous struggle adds even more depth to the tension in the lyrics themselves; brooding in the background menacingly or exploding with an exciting beauty to hint at some hope or joy.

Push The Sky Away is odd and much subtler than anything that has come before it, but this subtlety does not remove its ferocity. Cave wears his influences on his sleeve, with ‘Higgs Boson Blues’ feeling like a lost Allen Ginsberg poem. It’s by no means the easiest Bad Seeds album to get into but when the subtle melodies click alongside the interesting lyrics, it works much better, becoming almost cinematic – unsurprising considering Nick Cave’s recent foray into the film world. It’s worth the effort but it does take some time to really hook onto it. As with most of their albums, however, you’ll probably need to listen to some Deee-Lite afterwards to cheer yourself up.

4/5
Recommended download: ‘We No Who ‘U ‘R’

Baltimore Beat Bay In Brothers' Beyonce Blackout Bowl [February 11th 2013 in The Courier]

 Fraternal rivalry, Beyonce and a blackout: Chris Taylor reports on one of the most dramatic, exciting and surprising Super Bowls in recent history

Super Bowl XLVII was an odd one simply because no-one saw it coming. Super statistician, Nate Silver, who managed to predict the winner of all US states in the 2012 Presidential Election, had his money on a Falcons-Seahawks final. During the playoffs, confidence surrounding Baltimore Ravens was particularly low. There is, after the game, a general consensus that a Ravens-49ers match up was going to lead to an exciting game, even without a 34-minute power failure in the 3rd quarter.

This Super Bowl seemed more like the season finale of a TV show than the final game of the season. For both teams, it was one of storylines and each one was wrapped up rather neatly and with a hell of a lot of gusto. The backstory behind the game made the actual events on the field so much more exciting than they already were, the score at the end only showing half of the story.

The first major story was the Cain and Abel battle between Jim and John Harbaugh, opposing coaches of San Francisco and Baltimore respectively. This is the first time two brothers have ever faced off as opposing coaches in the Super Bowl. Leading to the slightly cringeworthy title of ‘The HarBowl’, it became both a battle to win the Vince Lombardi Trophy but also to decide who is the better child in the Harbaugh family…probably.

It was also a battle of the quarterbacks. Joe Flacco, in his contract year, had a very uneven season. Many commentators were declaring him too unreliable to be of any worth going into the playoffs so he clearly had a lot to make up for in the eyes of the press. Colin Kaepernick, on the other end of the spectrum, had only played in nine previous NFL games, making the Super Bowl his tenth after he replaced Alex Smith who was out with concussion midway through the season. However, Jim Harbaugh had clearly seen that Kaepernick was capable of taking over from a quarterback with one of the best competition percentages in the league this season, so eyes were very heavily on the chosen one.

This Super Bowl saw the end of a seventeen year long career for Baltimore linebacker, Ray Lewis, who announced his retirement before the play-offs began. As one of the most vocal and devoted players for the Ravens, Lewis has had a rocky career after being involved in a double homicide in 2000, yet, over the years, he has turned from a plucky youngster to something akin to an over-the-top preacher making him one of the most notorious players of recent years. Ray Lewis, however, did not make much of an impact in his last game, but he was still prepared to celebrate the Ravens 34-31 victory of 49ers with the rest of his team.

Ultimately, the game itself came down to the decisions of the Harbaughs as well as the skill of the quarterbacks. The first touchdown came four and a half minutes into the first half after the 49ers had failed to make any headway on their first offensive play after they were caught with an illegal formation. After the penalty was given due to 49ers’ Ahmad Brooks stepping offside, Joe Flacco hit Anquan Boldin as he raced and leapt for a touchdown. David Akers responded on the next drive with a 36-yard field goal, but the frustration for the 49ers was palpable, and it would not be their first disappointment. After a promising next drive, their following two drives ended up with turnovers; a fumble at the Ravens 24 (stopping any chance of a field goal and led to Ravens drive that ended in a touchdown from tight end Dennis Pitta, one yard from the end zone) and an interception by Ed Reed making Kaepernick the first 49ers quarterback to be picked off in a Super Bowl. The interception saw an advance from the San Francisco 44 to the 14 before Harbaugh opted for a fake field goal on fourth-and-ninth. It failed, but only just as place kicker Tucker was tackled one yard short of first down.

Surprisingly, this did not knock the spirit of Baltimore, as, on their next drive from their 44, Flacco connected with Jacoby Jones after two incomplete passes. Flacco had underthrown and knocked Jones to the ground as he struggled to adjust, but San Francisco cornerback Chris Culliver failed to take him down and Jones got to his feet and almost danced his way to the end zone for a touchdown. Despite the 49ers responding with another field goal before half time, the score board, at 21-6, was showing a very one sided story, which shocked many.

After a pop-fuelled half time show with the legend that is Beyonce, Ravens were clearly pumped up from hearing the likes of ‘Crazy in Love’ and ‘Halo’, and returned a kick off for a 108 yard touchdown thanks again to Jacoby Jones, a New Orleans native which made his two touchdowns all the more special from playing at home. However, minutes later, the Superdome went into blackout. Unsure why exactly (some say Beyonce’s set was so exciting the electricity could not handle it or Ravens linebacker Terrell Suggs joking that Jim Harbaugh gave out “Order 66”), it proved to be very important to the game itself. The momentum completely changed and the 49ers began to dominate.  Kaepernick hit Crabtree for a 31 yard touchdown after he broke free from a few tackles on the way. After Flacco was sacked on third down and the teams exchanged punts, a poor punt from Baltimore’s Sam Koch was returned to the Baltimore 20, the drive culminating in a Frank Gore touchdown from the 6.

Things went from bad to worse for Ravens as Ray Rice fumbled at the Baltimore 24, although the 49ers could not turn it into anything other than a field goal. The Ravens offense began to kick in again, with a 12 play drive that ended in a field goal. This did not slow down San Francisco as Kaepernick ran the ball himself for a 15-yard touchdown, but they failed to pick up the two point conversion turning it into a 31-29 game with Ravens responding immediately with a field goal.  By the two-minute warning, the 49ers were ready to burst through, but, after three consecutive incompletions, turned over the ball on fourth down.  Instead of punting on fourth down, Koch took a safety in his own end zone, a move clearly inspired by John Harbaugh’s Special Teams coach past at Philadelphia Eagles, allowing Baltimore to kick the ball away from their end zone with seconds left on the clock. Unfortunately, the 49ers did not have enough time to respond so the game ended at a close 34-31 to Baltimore.

House of Cards review [February 11th 2013 in The Courier]

It’s probably best to begin this by saying that, as much as I think making the entire 13 episode run available immediately is a good idea in a world where we want things as soon as possible, I hope it doesn’t become the norm for the sake of my free time, spending most of it marathoning the episodes to get a proper review together.The pros and cons of this method of distribution is something best tackled another time because, regardless of how it is given to us, House of Cards is still very much within the television serial regulations to the point where each episode is around 50 minutes instead of whatever the producers decided it would be and so it should really be looked at as such.

A remake of the fantastic Ian Richardson helmed House of Cards, which hit the sweet spot by being almost too accurate in its portrayal of the leadership struggle after Margaret Thatcher stepped down which occurred at the same time the first episode aired. This House of Cards features many similarities with the original but, with the help of Beau Willimon (writer of The Ides of March) and the brilliant as always Kevin Spacey in the FU role, this time Underwood not Urquhart, it becomes its own beast.

Frank Underwood, despite all his hard work helping the President get into office, is rejected the position of Secretary of State despite a promise to be given it during the campaign. Alongside his wife Claire (Robin Wright), Frank slips further and further into murky territory to work his way up the political ladder devouring the campaign, as he so eloquently puts it, “one bite at a time”. One of those bites is Peter Russo, a congressman with a history of substance abuse and a love of prostitutes. Using this knowledge to his advantages, Frank uses Peter as one of his many pawns. Russo starts off as a bit of a wishy washy character but, as the series progresses, Corey Stoll’s performance is heartbreaking. Zoe Barnes (Kate Mara) is also another pawn, a journalist at The Herald who Frank uses to leak stories to, helping her work her way to infamy in an almost Faustian agreement.
House of Cards is not a show of likeable characters. The closest you even come to anyone likeable is Russo. Everyone is ready and willing to backstab whoever they can to get to the top, regardless of their profession. It’s something that we’ve all seen before but watching Spacey’s Underwood navigate his web of lies with Machiavellian malice is extremely entertaining to watch.

Spacey himself is by far the best part of the series who, despite having some mediocre dialogue (there’s no real Sorkin quips here and the fourth wall breaking monologues aren’t quite as Shakespearean as Richardson’s), really puts on an excellent performance, making you almost root for him despite some of the dark (and I mean dark) depths he goes to to succeed. So too, as mentioned before, does Corey Stoll, giving some heart to the pawns who, in the original, were quickly discarded.
David Fincher, who directs the first two episodes, puts his mark on the series which is present throughout (he really needs to do more TV work) and, although it lags a bit in the middle to look into Frank’s past and the ending is a little unsatisfactory (although we have 13 more episodes coming soon). House of Cards is an entertaining watch, even just to see Kevin Spacey do what he does best!

Louie review [February 4th 2013 in The Courier]

Louis CK is a man who likes to do things by himself. He’s felt the heat of the writers’ room as a staff writer on shows such as Late Show with David Letterman and The Chris Rock Show, also penning Pootie Tang, the spin off movie to a Chris Rock sketch, but he’s had enough. He wants creative autonomy and with Louie, he very much gets it. Writer, director, editor, star, producer, guy who goes to get the crew their lunch, Louis is a jack-of-all-trades, master of, well, all of them.

At first glance you might think the “off stage comedian” sitcom is one that has been done already, and extraordinarily well at that in the form of Seinfeld and Curb Your Enthusiasm, so why do we need another? There’s something about Louie that puts it in a whole other place to Seinfeld or Curb.

This isn’t to say it’s better, it’s probably on the same fantastic level, but it’s something different. This might come down to the fact Louis CK does have this creative autonomy and a low budget which means he is answerable to no-one. Producers don’t want to look over scripts so there are no restraints on what the show does. There are often times where things just get quite surreal yet are not even questioned. Louie’s agent, for instance, is a teenager. In one excellently odd scene, Louie has a masturbatory fantasy in a lift that is interrupted by a Chinese man with a literal bag of dicks.

But alongside this inconspicuous surrealism is some true heart. The majority of the show is focused on the life of Louis’ on screen persona who is much like himself, a single dad of two. The show is at its greatest when focused on his relationship with his two daughters. He’s well-meaning but sometimes his daughters have the propensity to be really annoying, often seeing Louie flip the bird at his daughter behind his back. Yet you can still tell he loves these girls more than life. It knows when to be serious, and boy does it get a bit dark in places, and it knows when it can make a load of fart jokes. Mixing dates gone wrong escaping via a helicopter in the middle of the street with sentimental late night chats with his daughters, it shouldn’t work but it does and it does it well. It’s this fine high wire act that gives Louie that amazing appeal that is generational, much like Seinfeld.

Winter Pullout: We Mix You A Merry Christmas [December 10th 2012 in The Courier]

Christmas Eve: Hot Toddy

As we’re bombarded with snow and ice, there’s nothing better than snuggling up under your duvet with a Christmas film of your choice (if it doesn’t feature ninja Santas, you’re just wrong though) and a nice warm drink. So why not make it a bit alcoholic at the same time? The hot toddy is a drink that has been around for years, apparently brought over to Scotland through the East India Company.  A mix of alcohol and spices with a bit of lemon juice it was, for a long time, considered a suitable cold/flu cure but is now just a pretty tasty nightcap. As you wait for Santa to finish his rounds like a much more reliable postman, a hot toddy is a perfect Christmas Eve drink. Stupidly easy to make, you can knock up a couple of glasses in just a few minutes.

Ingredients:
150ml whisky
200ml water
1 tablespoon of runny honey
1 lemon, zest and juice
1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon
8 cloves

• Place all the above ingredients into a small pan and stir until simmering and your kitchen smells a bit spicy and wintery.
• If you’re a bit more extravagant and have any cinnamon sticks, pop them in the pan as the drink starts to simmer a bit.
• Pour all resulting concoction into a few mugs and add the cinnamon sticks.
• Sit down with your flatmates and just watch Jingle All The Way at least five times in a row.


Christmas morning: Let It Snow

If you want to class up your Christmas party, why not serve your guests this cocktail? Easy to make, it can instantly turn your party from a National Lampoon failure to something from a James Bond film, minus the espionage and constant threats of terrorism while you’re trying drink. Served in a martini glass with a little candy cane garnish, it’s minty and it’s vodka-y (a proper technical term) with a little bit of lemon. It takes a bit more effort than the other cocktails, since it involves a bit of muddling. That doesn’t involve you throwing your cocktail shaker about in the mud for a little bit, you just need to use the back of a heavy spoon to smash the mint leaves up a bit to release a more minty flavour. Luckily, it is probably the cheapest to make since nearly everyone has some vodka and lemonade in their house and a pack of fresh mint leaves is really cheap in supermarkets. Looks really nice and is pretty cheap; worth the extra effort I’d say!
Ingredients:
50ml Vodka
5 fresh mint leaves
Ice cubes
Lemonade
Tiny mint candy canes for garnish

• Pour your vodka into the cocktail shaker (with a strainer so you don’t get stray mint leave bits in the drink) and add your mint leaves.
• Muddle your mint leaves with the back of a spoon to bash the minty flavours out to make it all Polo like.
• Fill the rest of the shaker with ice cubes, pop the lid of the shaker on (making sure it’s on properly so drink doesn’t just fly everywhere) and shake it like a Polaroid picture (hurray for way out-dated musical references).
• Strain it into your cocktail glass and top it up with your lemonade and pop your candy cane in the glass as garnish.


Pre-Christmas Dinner: Santa Baby

Be it your flat Christmas dinner or your family Christmas dinner, this cocktail is perfect as a little fun cocktail before you tuck into your £10 Aldi dinner or one that your mum prepared where the turkey probably cost more than your entire flat dinner did. Suitable for adults and kids (just replace the vodka with a bit more juice because you’re responsible), it looks a bit like Santa’s hat which is always nice for a bit novelty when you’re fed up of yet another glass of some plonk from the corner shop. The mix of cranberry and orange juice keeps it both fruity and a bit festive while the vodka helps to make listening to your uncle’s re-telling of his venture into the world of banking for the fourth time or the screaming cousins being little terrors go down a little bit easier.
Ingredients:
25ml Vodka
50ml cranberry juice
25ml orange juice
Ice cubes
Granulated sugar to rim the glass

• Dip the rim of your cocktail glass into water, then the plate of granulated sugar to make the edge of your glass look like the fluffy bit of Santa’s hat.
• Pour the vodka, cranberry juice and orange juice into your cocktail shaker and fill it up with ice cubes.
• Shake hard and strain it into your proper fancy decorated cocktail glass.


Boxing Day Morning: Bloody Mary Christmas

Boxing Day. You drank too much. Your Nan drank too much. Your little cousins have worn themselves out by running around the house on a chocolate coin sugar high. Your head probably feels like it’s been cracked open. That boozy Christmas pudding probably didn’t help your case either. Whilst Bloody Marys probably don’t alleviate hangovers as is commonly suggested, there’s nothing quite like the hair of the dog with a few dashes of cupboard essentials (at least if you really really love cheese on toast) and tomato juice (which barely anyone has in their cupboard but is not that expensive). With a huge celery stalk left over from the Christmas buffet because, when you have breadsticks as well, celery gets overlooked like Pippa Middleton next to Kate, you have yourself an impromptu stirring implement and, with a post-Christmas nap, you’ll be right as rain in no time.
Ingredients:
50ml vodka
½ lemon for juice
6 dashes of Worcestershire sauce
3 dashes of Tabasco sauce
150ml tomato juice
Ice cubes
Salt and black pepper

• Place the ice cubes in a tall glass and add the vodka.
• Add the lemon juice, Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco sauce and tomato juice. Stir well.
• Add salt and pepper to taste and drink that right up to ease that nasty nasty hangover.

Sunday 24 March 2013

Battle for the Crown: WinterSlam Rage In The Cage TV Drama Extravaganza (Legends Edition) [December 3rd 2012 in The Courier]

12 shows enter the ring, but only one can be crowned champion. We brought together a panel of The Courier writers to battle it out and ultimately decide who will bring the smackdown and take the title of Best TV Drama.

We gathered in a secret room from which no one could leave until the judging was completed, to debate and fight to the death to decide which of the shows should be awarded the title of Best TV Drama. Choosing which shows made it into the judging process was a difficult decision. We decided on choosing shows which had either finished its run (The Wire) or was established enough to be considered (Doctor Who), all mainly stemming from the 21st Century (with the exception of Twin Peaks) because, otherwise, we would have more shows than we know what to do with. Downton Abbey was a bit of a wildcard but, due to its almost world wide popularity, it was an obvious addition. Regrettably, this meant many shows were missed out including the likes of Homeland and 24. Now was to decide how exactly to pick who faced who. In a highly scientific process, we put the names of all 12 shows into a pot, which was named The Pot of Destiny by nobody, and picked out two shows at random. Now we have our shows, our judges and our “system”, let the battle commence!

Round 1: Breaking Bad Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
We kick off the proceedings in style. We don’t mess around in our judging. No one is safe (even though the first round was picked entirely at random). Debate kicked off with those in camp Breaking Bad feverishly defending its originality, its grittiness and most of all, it’s rock solid science (which has apparently been confirmed as definitely rock solid by someone on the panel). The Sopranos camp were equally as defensive with discussion of its groundbreaking dream sequences (they have talking fish in them!) as well as the fact that, without The Sopranos, Breaking Bad would probably never exist. In the end, the similarity of a certain bath tub sequence in Breaking Bad to something in 1997’s Lee Evans slapstick masterpiece MouseHunt, gives the edge to The Sopranos. The Sopranos takes the first round, but not without a fight.

Round 2: Twin Peaks Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
Not content with taking down the titan of our time, Breaking Bad, the veteran, The Sopranos, pops up again for the second round, this time facing David Lynch’s mindbending soap opera Twin Peaks. The Sopranos was feeling a bit tired after the first bout, so much of the second round belonged to Twin Peaks. Following similar arguments to The Sopranos in the previous round (that, without Twin Peaks, much of modern television would not exist) as well as picking up on the fact that it is often batshit insane, Twin Peaks looked to be leading the round. The phenomenon that surrounded it was of much discussion, leading us to discuss what it would have been like in the age of the internet and fans discussing theories more freely ala Lost. In the end, however, it was let down by the fact it had such an awful lull in the second series, in which it basically became Dallas but with David Duchovny in drag, and the threat of cancellation by the end forcing the writers to wrap it up as quickly as possible. The Sopranos took the punches but was too sturdy on its feet. An announcement that The Sopranos taught one panelist how to cook Italian food was the KO it needed. Twin Peaks only had cherry pie and damn good coffee.

Round 3: The West Wing Vs. Lost

Chris Taylor
Two entirely different competitors here, allowing The Sopranos to have a little break before its next bout. Round 3 was perhaps the most equal fight of the entire competition, despite the two shows being almost entire opposites. Things didn’t look too strong for Lost to begin with. Much was said about there being too much hype surrounding it, that ultimately let it down, as well as a dip in quality in the middle and an awful finale to the show. The problem of throwaway characters, particularly a certain couple named Nikki and Paulo, also allowed The West Wing to get a blow in. However, as discussion went on, we all found ourselves naming moments and characters we really loved, with general consensus being that Benjamin Linus could potentially be one of the best characters of the 21st Century. The West Wing was considered much less well known than Lost, but made up for it in witty and poignant dialogue, courtesy of a Mr Aaron Sorkin, that made it much more accessible for a show about politics. Points were made too that no character is merely filler and each one has a role to play, even if some romantic subplots were really bad. Plus, The West Wing has Martin Sheen in its corner, which is always a winner. Unfortunately for Lost, the fact it was, at times, so incohesive and packed with filler episodes was too much to ignore. The West Wing took this fight by a whisker.

Round 4: Doctor Who Vs. The Killing

Chris Taylor
The lightweight but experienced Saturday nighter Doctor Who went up against Scandanavian Dark Destroyer The Killing in this face off in a stark contrast of styles. Doctor Who showed its camp, almost playful popular appeal while throwing in a few sinister episodes here and there, particularly in the form of the introduction to the Weeping Angels, Blink. The Killing, on the other hand, was dirty and gritty, getting as much blood out as possible. It felt like quite an unfair battle, as Doctor Who is very much for its audience of those just sitting down with the family after their dinner. The Killing had been so influential in the future output of BBC4 and, in some senses, popularised subtitles on British TV. The popularity of The Killing led to the explosion of such shows as Spiral, a gritty French detective drama that feels like Law & Order with a shot or five of espresso, and Wallander. In this regard, and the fact that Moffat’s decision to throw twist upon twist at Doctor Who just to see what stuck led The Doctor into some stupid directions, meant The Killing took this round. You can’t fault their jumpers really!

Round 5: Upstairs Downstairs Vs. Downton Abbey

Chris Taylor
Downton Abbey came into this competition as a sort of wildcard. We didn’t hold much hope for the Yorkshire-bred aristocrats.  The similarities to Upstairs Downstairs let down in the originality stakes. Much like Doctor Who it relied too much on capturing that tired, post-Sunday roast crowd that just want something nice to watch. It did have a few hefty punches in the form of Maggie Smith’s performance, providing a much needed respite from the routine soap opera style stories. Mad Men, on the other hand, had a stylish flourish to it. Sure it was drunk and had probably just come from getting off with someone not their wife, the look inside the world of advertising in Cold War America is too interesting to pass up on. Witty dialogue and likeable (but also loathable) characters really makes Mad Men stand out. Plus, with Alison Brie on your side it’s hard not to take the round. Mad Men wins it, almost unanimously.

Round 6: Mad Men Vs. The West Wing

Chris Taylor
Mad Men had a relatively easy first round, against the altogether too soapy Downton Abbey, but things weren’t going to be so easy, now we’re in the latter stages of the competition. It has its merits, of course, with some excellent storylines, diverse range of great characters and stacks and stacks of style; there’s a reason why it’s the show that made AMC a channel to really watch for original programming in the US. But there was something about The West Wing that set it apart. They both have engaging and witty dialogue, nearly anything that comes from Roger Sterling’s mouth is…well…sterling, but Aaron Sorkin’s magic touch pushes The West Wing just ahead. Much was said about how Mad Men was very much style over substance, preferring to show off beautiful suits and gorgeous locations. The West Wing focuses a lot on the politics but it doesn’t shove it in your face. Mad Men is clear which side many characters fall on, with the Republicans being a little villainous. The West Wing lets you make your own mind up. Of course, you can’t really falter Mad Men for that, seeing as it is set in the 50s/60s, an entirely different time period but, ultimately, Sorkin’s touch on The West Wing just edges as the deciding vote sways in President Jed Bartlet’s direction.

Round 7: The Wire Vs. The Killing

Chris Taylor
As we went into this round, we could feel the room getting a little bit chillier. Unfortunately, our Scandanavian jumpers were not helping to fight the predicted destruction of The Killing by the first appearance of our star fighter, The Wire. Even after the spirited performance against Doctor Who, The Killing camp faltered against The Wire, mainly because everyone was unanimous that The Wire truly was a fantastic show. Both are impressive in scope, with The Killing not only focusing on those trying to investigate the murder like any CSI series but also taking into account the lives of the families, the school friends and even the politicians affected by it, and The Wire basically looking at everyone (and I mean everyone) at least marginally affected by the Baltimore slums. It was decided that the scope of The Wire, covering everyone from the drug dealers, to the police, to the media, far triumphed over that of The Killing. Cozy jumpers aren’t going to save you this time!

Round 8: Spooks Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
Spooks came in as another wildcard. Again, much hope wasn’t held for this plucky spy drama but a spirited performance made it seem as though, for a while, it might topple the titan that is The Sopranos.  Once the topic of Spooks came up, almost everyone had something to say showing that it really is a stalwart British drama that never really dipped in quality throughout its entire run. Everyone could point to a moment they really enjoyed; usually the death of a main character showing that no one in the show was really safe (a pretty ballsy move for the writers). But coming up against The Sopranos, it seemed to falter. The ultimately poor characterisations focusing more on the explosions and twists, lets it down against a show entirely devoted to family relationships. Much of the problem with Spooks is that it often reuses many plot lines, beyond the series arcs which, again, when coming up against someone like The Sopranos with emotive and original storylines. It took us 7 rounds, but we finally have our first round of judges abstaining, showing how much the people do quite like Spooks. Ultimately, however, The Sopranos sends Spooks to sleep with the fishes.

Round 9: The West Wing Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
The West Wing is right back out into the ring after its close shave with Mad Men in the last round. Unfortunately, it’s up against the 4 round survivor, The Sopranos. The debate was focused very much focused on the characters here. Both have a vast array of characters, none of which are really ignored. The West Wing gives plenty of screen time to the assistants, such as Donna Moss, as well as to those movers and shakers such as Toby Ziegler. The Sopranos gives as much focus to those being used by the Mafia as to those doing the shaking down. Each character is given as much focus as the next, in both shows, and no one is really wasted. No one is introduced if they aren’t of some importance. The debate brought out that, with The West Wing, everyone had a favourite character, be it CJ Cregg aka Flamingo or Jed Bartlet, Mr President itself. However, the fact that The Sopranos had no great single character did not work to its detriment as it might do elsewhere. Without one, something might not feel right, but they’ve brought together a cast which all gel well and it’s the strength of this cast that sees The Sopranos take this round.

Round 10: The Wire Vs. Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Chris Taylor
It has taken 10 rounds for everyone’s favourite high school ghoul butt-kicker, Buffy Summers, to emerge from the Pot of Destiny. And it couldn’t have had a worse time. Had it cropped up against something like Doctor Who or Lost, there is a chance it would’ve wiped the floor with the competition. But coming up again something as big as The Wire is not an easy task. Think David and Goliath but the rocks in the sling are just eggs; he’s not going down easily and he’s going to make a mess, but Goliath will still probably crush him. Discussion focused mainly on how groundbreaking it was. Much like most of Joss Whedon’s work, it takes a tired genre (in this case horror) and adds a new, often unlikely, element to breathe life into it. Buffy somehow successfully mixed horror with John Hughes-esque teen angst. With each monster being a metaphor for some aspect of teenage life, it showed a girl with already too much on her plate in life taking on the burden of killing monsters. Alongside this, courtesy of Whedon’s scripts, Buffy’s dialogue has spawned much of popular 90s slang, something not to be scoffed at. But despite the spirited performance from Buffy The Vampire Slayer it still was, after all, up against The Wire. It was a battle of language; Whedonisms against The Wire’s street slang. In the end, the meticulous attention to detail that was present in The Wire’s street slang, in its attempt to truly capture life on the Baltimore streets, really set it apart. The Wire is through to the final!

Round 11 (The Final): The Wire Vs. The Sopranos

Chris Taylor
So we’ve finally reached the final. After 10 rounds of totally scientific match ups and some often heated (but not quite to the point of fisticuffs) debate, we’re here. I think most of the judges had money on either or both getting to the final (unless both were picked out in the same round earlier on in the competition) so it was no surprise that the final contained the two juggernauts that pretty much dominated the competition. But now, here we are; the immovable object meets the unstoppable force. A battle of equals. Opinions intensified as we really got down to the nitty gritty of what makes these shows fantastic. The needle swung one way and then the other as consensus shifted with each person that spoke in favour of either one. There was no negative debating here; everyone understood that both The Sopranos and The Wire were fantastic shows worthy of their place in the final. Now it was a case of just seeing which one just edges ahead of the other. In each area we explored, both shows seemed to be on par.  Both had excellent casts, great storylines, each portraying a section of America as realistically as possible. It really was a tough battle between the two. What swayed the vote, ultimately, was the sheer scale of The Wire. With so many characters to cover, and so many areas of society, The Wire does a lot and, in that regard, should be applauded for its guts in doing so. However, it does a lot and it does it all so well. Where many other shows may faulter with the sheer scale, no one part of The Wire feels like a weak link. Smaller characters are as good as the main characters and all the different sneak peeks into different sections of society weave together so perfectly to create tapestry of life that holds no punches. It isn’t afraid to delve right into the deepest, darkest sociopolitical themes in order to get a more realistic picture. This is not to criticise The Sopranos, that also has a fantastic set of characters and storylines, allowing us an insight into immigrant culture in America as well as American family life, but The Wire just does so much more. It’s a tough, tough battle but David Simon’s HBO smash hit, The Wire, takes the crown as The Courier’s Best TV Drama, not that it’s all that bothered.

First impressions are everything [December 3rd 2012 in The Courier]

Opening titles aren’t how they used to be. Gone are the days of  just showing the title of the show over shots of Hebden Bridge. Titles are a selling point now – TV Editor Chris Taylor takes a look at what makes a good opening title in the modern world of TV.

We’re told to make excellent first impressions. It takes only a few seconds for someone to decide if they are attracted to a member of the opposite sex. We’re told not to judge a book by its cover, but often that’s what makes us pick up the book. We need something to draw is in, something to make us want to dive into this world, whatever it may be. It’s a little bit shallow, yes, but it’s oftentimes a deal breaker.

It’s no different with TV credit sequences. They kick start the show and, if they’re exceptionally good, will give you a flavour of what the show is about. Even if it’s relatively simple, it can still tell you something about what you’re about to watch.

HBO are the main proponents of a good opening sequence. Point to any HBO show and try not to be blown away by their opening credits sequence. Even Sex and the City’s opening credits provide a great introduction, showing you Carrie Bradshaw’s New York, an altogether removed one full of glamour but also a lot of imperfections. The Wire makes an excellent job of replacing their opening titles each season to capture the essence of that season. Urban decay is prominent throughout all 5 openings but, with each season focusing on a different aspect of Baltimore life, Season 3 throws in some politics whilst Season 2 chucks you into the life of a blue collar worker. Then you have the more visually striking side of things; the likes of Carnivale, True Blood or Deadwood showing you the everyday surrounding the series, be that gold prospecting or travelling caravans. To pick a recent example, the opening to Game of Thrones is perfect. Visually stunning, it sees the camera fly over a game board in the shape of Westeros, as the cities evolve and the pieces move into place, evoking the tension and drama of the show itself.

But HBO don’t hold a monopoly; just think of Dexter, perhaps one of the best opening sequences of the 21st Century, even if the show itself is declining in quality. We’re aware that Dexter is a serial killer also trying to live a normal life, so here we see him cooking his breakfast, flossing his teeth and putting on a t-shirt, getting ready for the day but with a sense of malice to it. He tightens the floss and shoe laces like he’s preparing cheese wire to strangle someone, and the spurting of the blood orange is… well… pretty obvious really.

As much as I loathe the opening to Homeland, it does what it needs to do well. It’s messy, disorganised; just a jumble of ideas. But then you realise that what we are seeing in this credits sequence is Carrie’s mind. Doubting her own ideas, while juggling everything else going on, this is the jumble we see; a mess of everything going through her head from her beloved jazz to news broadcasts.

A good title sequence does the job of hooking you in. Think Mad Men and, beyond the sharp suits, ridiculous alcohol consumption and Alison Brie, the first thing that springs to mind is that opening sequence. Mirroring the style and class, but also the quick fall many characters face, it sucks you in and lets you know what exactly it is you’re in for. First impressions really are everything. At least in the land of TV.

Friday Night Lights review [December 1st 2012 in The Courier]

When someone says, “Hey, go and watch a show primarily about American football”, it probably doesn’t sit too well. For those with no knowledge or interest in American football, it’s a daunting prospect. But fear not, because Friday Night Lights is not at all what you might think it is.

OK, yes it is about American football but it’s only about football as much as The Sopranos is about the Mafia. Like The Sopranos, it’s the stuff behind the scenes that properly matters; the family relationships and friendships. Set in the fictional town of Dillon in Texas, Friday Night Lights is an adaptation of the book (and also the film) of the same name. One of those towns that sets aside its Friday evening to come together and watch the local team, the Dillon Panthers, everyone in Dillon knows each other thus creating many of the tensions that drive the series forward.

Season 3, which Sky Atlantic have just caught up to, focuses on the aftermath of another Panthers failure as they miss yet another State Championship title. Coach Eric Taylor (Kyle Chandler) struggles with this new pressure while coping with his new-born baby. QB Matt Saracen is under more pressure too, as his position is threatened by freshman J.D. McCoy, a new arrival with a natural talent and a more than persuasive father. After confrontations with his mother last series, Smash Williams gets a tryout for Texas A&M. The rest of the players try achieving their scholarships for college while juggling relationships, many of which are strained by such a task.

But football takes a back seat here, the main focus being the relationships. It provides nothing more than a catalyst for the show and for these relationships. Many episodes don’t even feature any football whatsoever but, when they do, the atmosphere is electric as the entire town descend on the stadium to watch the team. With fantastic, engaging characters (with some of the best sub-plots of the previous series being devoted to the smaller characters), Friday Night Lights is definitely a touchdown.

The Hour review [November 12th 2012 in The Courier]

As the BBC still tries to recover from the on-air out-burst over the Suez Crisis and the existence of a communist spy high up in the BBC hierarchy, the groundbreaking BBC news show, The Hour begins to lose its edge. As lead anchor Hector is being lured in by the ITV, everything is not looking too good for the once pioneering news show. The Hour is back as we delve into the seedy underbelly of the media.

Faced with the opposition of a commercial news channel and having dismissed investigative reporter, Freddie Lyon, the BBC bring in a new Head of News in Mr. Brown (a character specifically written for Peter Capaldi, giving him something to do now The Thick of It is over). This shake up brings back Freddie while Hector delves further into the gangland world of Soho.

Evoking the style of Mad Men with the sharp witted, snappy dialogue of anything churned out by Aaron Sorkin, The Hour made a big splash last year, marking the start of some great original BBC dramas. Once again, The Hour is set out to be the leader of this autumn’s BBC drama schedule and for good reason. With Spooks like espionage and Mad Men like suits, The Hour was a bit of a slow starter but, once it got going, audiences were hooked. 1950s historical events collide with how it is dealt with in the media while those behind the media deal with their own problems. Gripping.

Live review: Efterklang @ The Sage [November 5th 2012 in The Courier]

The Sage is one of those really special venues. It’s an odd looking building; Private Eye once referring to it as a “shiny condom” but that doesn’t detract from the magic that happens inside. Everything inside is tailored to get the best sound out of whoever is there and if that someone can utilise that, it creates something magical. Efterklang, with the help of the Northern Sinfonia, did just that.

The three piece indie darlings from Copenhagen/Berlin take to the stage dressed in their finery as they play the entirety of their latest album Piramida. The story behind the album is interesting enough. Recorded in an abandoned Russian base somewhere near the North Pole, Piramida began as just a few noises and was slowly built up into the lush, exciting record that was released; another notch in the belt of fantastic Efterklang records. You would think that the promise of this alone would be worth the trip over the Tyne but no! There’s more! They felt the sweeping orchestral sounds were not good enough being played through a soundsystem, they wanted an actual orchestra there to perform it. Bring out The Sage’s house band, the Northern Sinfonia, with arrangements written specifically for the orchestra.

They are by no means a backing band either. They play a pivotal part in the piecing together of these already beautiful songs, adding a new depth to the album. It all works in perfect harmony like a painting coming together. Intricate melodies weave perfectly with the off-the-wall sounds recorded in that abandoned Russian settlement and create something truly entrancing.

And it’s not just us that are entranced. Efterklang frontman, Casper Clausen, spends much of the concert (and it is much more of a concert than a gig) with a huge grin on his face; his band’s songs taking on a new form that he perhaps could not imagine. As they fly through Piramida, from the wonderful Apples to Monument, Casper spends the time between singing, when the Northern Sinfonia are left to do their thing, either flirting with the singers or first few rows, or looking in admiration as the Northern Sinfonia go at it.

A closer of Modern Drift sees much of the audience on their feet, both lost in the joy of the song and in applause of the effort of the Northern Sinfonia and Efterklang themselves. This is the kind of concert The Sage is designed for.

Shut Up And Play The Hits [September 5th 2012 in old personal blog]

February 8 2011. A day that crushed many a fans’ dreams. A simple announcement on the LCD Soundsystem website marked the end of a band that wasn’t really meant to be a band. They were older than your typical rock band and yet shot to super stardom in less time than most other rock bands due to their unique blend of disco and punk stylings, drawing influences from a catalogue of the most well stocked record shop in all the world. And yet it was at this peak that they decided to call it quits. This left many, myself included, quite flabbergasted that a band with so much popularity would decide to drop out of the race while in pole position. Rumours flew around as to why they had called it quits but the real reason was primarily that they were getting too old. James Murphy started the band at the age of 32 and around ten years later wanted to focus on other things. The band had come together as a group of friends simply to have a good time which exploded into the LCD Soundsystem we know today.

Shut Up And Play The Hits is a document of the subsequent last ever gig. And by last ever gig, they sure as fuck meant “last ever”. No reunions, no nothing. If they were going out, they were going out with a bang. So the date was set. April 2nd at New York’s Madison Square Garden. What followed was a 4 hour party with guests such as Reggie Watts, Arcade Fire and label mates Shit Robot. It was less of a bang, more of a firework fuelled spectacular. I stayed up until 5am watching the live stream of the gig and, even alone in my bedroom, it was the best thing ever.

Shut Up And Play The Hits covers the run up to this huge blowout, the witching hour itself and then the come down, hangover fuelled day after alongside interview snippets with James Murphy as to why he decided to quit as well as dissection of his work and his career as a whole. Electric concert footage covers most of the documentary, making it more akin to Stop Making Sense than Living In The Material World (which is apt because I often think of LCD Soundsystem as my generation’s Talking Heads), but the interview snippets give you an insight into the psyche of James Murphy, a notoriously shy character who hates talking about the meaning of his songs. The most eye opening scene is a simple scene in which Murphy visits the lock up where most of the gear from the MSG gig is being held before being sold off. He walks into the lock up, sits in a chair silently, gets up, walks among the gear and just breaks down in tears. This is a man who is not sure if he made the right decision in disbanding LCD Soundsystem, as mentioned when he is asked what the defining failure of LCD might be, but is happy that he had a fucking great journey along the way.

The real highlight, however, is the concert footage itself. The cheapest concert film ever filmed at Madison Square Garden, it doesn’t feel that way at all. The energy is electric and places you right in the centre of this huge party as old friends play together for the last time and the crowd go wild. Having seen LCD Soundsystem live before, the energy of the actual live gig is still there even in a cinema. The party atmosphere is one of the prevailing memories of that gig and is the reason why it is one of my favourite gigs ever, if not THE best gig I’ve been to. I ended up going on my own because a friend couldn’t go but I met loads of people, was right at the front in what Murphy himself calls the “party block” (the block of 1000 or so people near the front who are just having a fucking great time) and just danced for the entirety of it. Watching Shut Up And Play The Hits brought back all the great memories from that night; from everybody losing their shit when the room went pitch black during Us vs Them and the light shining on the mirrorball was the only source of light to the mass singalong of New York I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down. And that’s what made me sad when watching SUAPTH. The fact LCD Soundsystem will never play a live gig together again. That’s what they were best at. They wanted to turn the conventional gig on its head and turn it into a huge disco. And they succeeded. Gig in, gig out that is what we got. And that is why they were the force that they were. They knew how to have a good time.

And they went out having THE BEST time.