Jasper pointed me out to an excellent post that he did today about the release of a remastered edition of The Henchmen‘s album Hentch-Forth along with the four tracks off their “Some Other Guy” 7″ and an alternate take of “Psycho Daisies”…all on (get this!) some newfangled technology they call “compact disc” on Italy Records!
Below are some snapshots Jasper took of his promo copy of the re-release. Notice the once-upon-a-time ironic billing of “featuring Jack White” on the cover of “Some Other Guy”, and also check out the vintage shot of Jackie boy with his mop o’ blond curls.
Says Parlophone managing director, Miles Leonard, “Babyshambles, justifiably, have a great reputation for crafting some of the most exciting music around today, and in Peter Doherty they have one of the best songwriters of his generation.”
According to the Associated Press, “independent record labels behind artists like The White Stripes (on British label The Beggars Group), Deep Purple and Arctic Monkeys announced a global deal Saturday to pool access to their catalogs, seeking to grab a bigger share of online music sales from the major record companies.”
The companies have signed up to Merlin, a nonprofit licensing agency that will now be responsible for making deals with distribution sites like Napster and Apple Music Store. The deal, linking indie and trade groups from over a dozen countries will allow digital distributors to strike ONE deal with Merlin that will open access to selling the digital music of all its members instead of making individual deals with hundreds, if not thousands, of independent labels.
This will potentially flip favor over to the indies in terms of taking their share of total music revenues in the industry. Even though around 80 percent of new releases each year are indie, it only results in 30 percent of industry revenues. Most independents have maintained a tight control over their digital distribution until now–perhaps due to the fact that when they go to deal with online stores like Napster and iTunes, they are asked to comply with receiving smaller royalties than artists represented by one of the four major labels: Universal/Vivendi, Warners, Sony BMG and EMI.
And according to an interview with Beggars Group chairman Martin Mills and AIM rep Alison Wenham with the Register:
Mills told us that the move to a one-stop licensing agency for indies began 18 months ago, but had been accelerated when Universal Music cut deals with YouTube and MySpace as 2006 drew to a close.
Alison Wenham of the UK-based Association for Independent Music (AIM) confirmed that indies would demand the removal of content from sites such as YouTube if they didn’t cut Merlin a similar deal to the one negotiated by Universal Music, the world’s biggest label.
This potentially revolutionizing agreement, making indies the digital “Fifth major”, was announced on Saturday at Midem, a music industry gathering in Cannes, France.
The label will now focus on distributing their catalogue material (which includes The White Stripes first 5 albums), digital distribution, and the only “frontline” material they will issue will be GOSPEL. So unless Jack White plans on making a Jesus record, you will not be seeing another one of his albums with a V2 label on it.
In the case of the Stripes and the Raconteurs, though, things are slightly different. According to their publicist, the band’s contract with V2 has already expired; Meg and Jack are presently in negotiations with other labels, seeking a distributor for their own imprint, Third Man Records, for future releases.
So as you might have noticed, for the last few months I’ve been Captain Super Boring, rarely going out to see *gasp* concerts and even less frequently going to dance/club nights of my friends. On one hand that makes me feel like a bad person, on the other hand I am an old lady and I reserve the right to be a curmudgeon.
But this weekend I took time out of my busy schedule of blogging about Fall Out Boy/ looking up NY state B&Bs/ adding movies to my Netflix queue/ ordering holiday gifts online to head out to 1. Baby Girl’s holiday party in Westchester 2. birthday party on the Lower East Side 3. Oohla’s acoustic set at Sarah‘s apartment and on Monday, 4. SPIN’s Year in Music party at Hiro Ballroom.
When I got back into the city, I headed to Revolver on Rivington Street for my friend Jesse‘s birthday party. It was our one last night of illegality. Things will never be the same. When her roommate (and emo uberwriter), Emily, cut up the chocolate cake, they kinda looked like birthday cake turds, but they tasted deeeelish, so whatevs.
I popped over to Casa de Ultragrrrl to try to check out the Oohlas, but as soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by a WALL OF PEOPLE. Sweaty sweaty hipsters, but thankfully no smoking inside. Already pooped from lack of sleep and lack of oxygen, I headed out before the Oohlas got to play. (I’m old, remember?) But Audrey stayed, so check out what she had to say about their performance.
The next day I dragged myself out of my zombie-like state and headed up up up to Hiro Ballroom for the SPIN party where Girl Talk, Cold War Kids, and Gogol Bordello played. I missed the much hyped Girl Talk dance party, but I caught like 2 1/2 songs of CWK while I discovered that there was no more free beer, much to the sadness of…well…everyone.
I’d never seen Gogol Bordello before, but the SG told me that they were one of the best/ crazy/ ridiculous live acts he’d seen. They certainly did NOT disappoint. When they came on stage, everyone ran up to be part of the fray. Even Nick Zinner of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs (and resident DJ for the night) could be seen off to the side of the stage, looking on with absolute awe/ shock of the incredible spectacle before him (above).
It was a cornucopia of crazy on and off stage. Lead singer Eugene Hutz was dressed up like a gay circus pirate, with neon green and black skin-tight striped pants, a shmata with a System of a Down patch sewn on, black tshirt, and white button down gauzy shirt with yellow smiley faces running down the front. The crowd was basically apesh-t crazy, jumping ’round herky-jerky like a bunch of pogo sticks with Tourette’s, screaming back at Eugene every chance they got. I ended up climbing on the stage to steer clear of any elbow-to-the-face related injuries and so I could take photos, so if you thought you saw me up there, yup, it was me. Several times I thought I was going to get wacked with a bass guitar/ drum/ mic stand. Luckily I did not. Simply off the wall.
Who knew gypsy punk so so spirited and bad-ss??
By the time it was over I was indeed ready to go home, although I’m sure the night continued on without me…Maybe my New Year’s resolution should be to not be so damn old…
Thankfully no ranking of music bloggers…probably all the comments would be something like this: “pretentious…” “seems to sometimes write drunk…” “seems more interested in style than substance…” “does not show a broad knowledge of music…” “reads like a press release…” “impossible to read at times…” “shows a weird fascination with Carrie Underwood…” “Zzzzzzzzzz…”
NOTE: This is the first part in my much delayed “who knows how long this is going to take” series on my concert-going experience at the Iceland Airwaves festival this year in Reykjavik (yes, I finally learned how to spell it without looking it up), Iceland. Enjoy!
OCTOBER 19, 2006
Yesterday I go into town somewhere between 6 and 7am. I’m not even quite sure. I rode on the plane from JFK literally surrounded by We Are Scientists. The cute one was 2 rows in front of me, I think the other cute one was two rows in back, the funny one was back and to the right, and their tech guy (who’s butt crack I saw about 16 times over the course of the 5 hour flight…seriously) was diagonal from me. I ended up behind them when they made us go through customs upon ARRIVAL at the airport. (It’s really so much fun trying to see if you have any sort of balance to take your shoes off one at a time after a red-eye transcontinental flight.) Ended up losing there somewhere along the line.
I’m a bit sad I didn’t get to see them last night (Wednesday) because Rachel and I decided to book a tour to see the Northern Lights rather than hit the shows last night–the first “official” night of the festival. I say official in quotes because yes, it’s officially the start of the Iceland Airwaves festival, but really the main days are tonight, tomorrow, and Saturday. It’s when the biggest bands play and when most people are finally in town.
It looked a lot less cooler than this in person. I had to leave my shutter open a really long time.
Even though my cell phone seems to be in working order (I’m on some OgVodofone network), it has refused to change time to match my new time zone, so now I have to keep adding 4 hours to the time when I look at my phone. Then in the afternoons I have to add 12 because they use a 24-hour clock here. Believe you me, it gets totally confusing when I try to set my alarm at 5pm to go off at 19:45pm Iceland time to wake up from my nap. “Add 12 to 5pm, then add 2:45, minus 12, minus 4, er…” (This is usually when I start crying.)
Yesterday I basically got all the Reykjavik touristy stuff out of the way–yup, in ONE DAY. This city is so tiny, and there ain’t much to do here but drink, eat, and try to stay warm. I got to see the ridiculously scary-looking church, Hallgrimskirkja (which I will continue to simply call “The Church” as there’s no way in hell I will ever be able to remember its proper 14-letter name).
The imposing Hallgrimskirkja church.
We went up the bell tower and got a great view of the city.
On top of the world, and freezing my butt off. I was also really upset that I forgot to bring my polarizing filter with me to Iceland.
Saw the Sun-Craft sculpture on the north shore, which is a modern-day representation of Iceland’s viking past, and we scared some ducks and swans by Tjorn lake as well as spotted the most bizarre looking clouds.
Up close and personal with the ducks and swans of Tjorn lake.
I swear, this is how these clouds really looked. I’m NOT making this stuff up.
This afternoon we did some more touristy stuff, walking around Austurvollur square on our way to meet Jasper at Hresso. There we saw the Althingi houses of Icelandic parliament and the country’s man cathedrial, Domkirkja. At Hresso I bought two official Iceland Airwaves Naked Ape tshirts, one of the band Reykjavik! for me and one of Jeff Who? for someone totally awesome.
Around 4:30pm we headed to the record store 12 Tonar, because Rachel wanted to check out this band she’d heard of called Hot Club de Paris, from Liverpool, England. We got there maybe 10-15 minutes before the band was supposed to go on. It wasn’t crowded at all so we headed down this steep circular staircase to check out the pop rock cds and vinyl. It was there that we realized that CDs cost around 30 USD. Rachel wanted to buy a Franz Ferdinand painting but I commented that it probably was just for display and not actually for purchase.
As 4:30 creeped closer, the tiny record shop started filling up. By the time the English trio took their places, there was nary room for another body–in fact the crowd started spilling out past the steps leading up to the door, with people staring through the front window to which the bands’ backs were facing. Someone from the record shop started pouring out little plastic cups filled with red wine.
But before they started their set, the Moshi Moshi recording artists asked the crowd if they had any extra water to drink–they didn’t have any because everything is so expensive in Iceland. Someone handed over their bottle of Evian, which Hot Club declared they were not going to give back since guitarist Matthew Smith had a cold–yet for some illogical reason Matthew decided to drink from the bottle first, therfore spreading his germs throughout the entire group as his bandmates swigged from the same bottle.
Hot Club de Paris sing their little hearts out.
Dressed up in sweaters and collared shirts with mussed up hair and day-old stubble (and with bassist Paul Rafferty wearing the dirtiest pair of sneakers known to man), Hot Club looked like a bunch of knacked uni students–which complimented their cheeky brand of harmonized Northern pop perfectly.
Dirty trainers = dirty boy? Hmmm…
Like The Futureheads before them, Hot Club’s strength lies in pretty melodies juxtaposed with diddling guitar lines and make-you-think-twice lyrics. The crowd bopped along as the boys played out songs with giggle-worthy titles like “Your Face Looks All Wrong” and “Sometimesitsbetternottostickbitsofeachotherineachother….” and I found every minute of it to be thoroughly enjoyable. They just dropped an album on October 9th, so I suggest checking them out. They have yet to play the US, but watch out when they do!
Check out the video I made of them performing “Bonded By Blood (A Song For Two Brothers)”:
Hiya everyone. So right now I’m sitting here at a table at Roseland Ballroom waiting for the Woodie Awards to start. There are eager fans lining the floor of the venue directly in front of me, and the artists tables are to my right. Tegan and Sara‘s version of “Walking with a Ghost” is playing on the PA. Lady Sovereign, clad in an oversized yellow tshirt and sunglasses, just walked by me. I’m doing double duty tonight–so for the more emo version of events, head over to SMS.
To my left is Jeff, blogging for Gothamist.com. He’s dancing in his seat to the music. I wonder how long it will take for him to realize I’m blogging about him as I sit inches away from him.
Ok, the gig is up, Jeff just looked at my computer screen while I was showing someone else.
Merlin Bronques, of Last Night’s Party fame/infamy just walked by sans his trademark bad Warhol-esque wig. Someone alert the hipster fashion patrol. Actually, he looks less creepy and more like a normal person w/out that ridiculous synthetic hair, so it’s all good.
Wow, the show is about to start, I can’t believe this thing is running on time. Maybe I brought some Icelandic promptness back with me.
8:07PM Imogen Heap just began singing. She’s got her hair up in some crazy-ass do with a feather in it, and she’s accessorized by a pink furry vest, with pearl strings hanging around her neck. Do you think she got some award show fashion advice from Helena Bonham Carter?