Ten minutes of drama, trauma, hope – with just a dash of trumpet-fuelled triumph – here in Woodkid’s stunning theatrical edit of The Golden Age. It’s just latest in this man’s contribution to the audio-visual landscape over the last few years and, not to mention his heart-stopping live performances, I’m not sure there’s anyone else with such a unique and piercing focus on their vision. I can’t wait to see what comes next.
Right! Last one…but this minimalist Harlem Shake is quite a good one to go out with.
Oh, I just can’t wait to for Alex Zane or some other interchangeable Channel 4 douche to look down on nine-month-ago us for falling for such a faddish fad in a crappy Best of 2013 show just after crimbo. Well, you know what Zane(/other)? Jog on. You’re the next Richard Bacon. You’re the next Harlem Shake.
Love him or hate him (yep, some hate him), the boy-Blake is back and on form in brooding black biker garb. There’s a something odd yet brilliantly spooky in this track, Retrograde. I can’t place if it’s those howling synths, Blake backing his own vocals, or the sign language (something always a little intriguing about seeing it bigger than the bottom-right corner of a tele). It must be the lot.
There are several things you could do with your life if you wanted to lose 13 minutes. You could microwave something meaty and mysterious from a leading supermarché. You could polish a shoe. You could iron half a shirt (yes, it takes me 30 minutes to iron a shirt). Or, you could watch these utterly mesmeric shots here courtesy of Michael Langan in his short film, Choros. I’ve watched it about four times now, so it’s probably best I iron that bloody shirt.
That’s the 80 year-old voice of Downtown songstress, Petula Clark. Yes. 8-0. Sounding like a famous old national broadcaster’s “next big thing”, Cut Copy Me is a singeing little track, while the Alex Brown directed video effortlessly drips with nostalgic, melancholy class. Recommended to me “best enjoyed alone with wine”, I couldn’t agree more. Tell the dog to do one and grab something wet, red and corked. Beautiful stuff.
Effortlessly dripping in a monochrome style that’s becoming an early hallmark of Monsieur Yoann Lemoine’s visuals, I Love You is the latest in the series of releases pre-empting his first album, due to hit our ears next month. I simply cannot wait. Woodkid was a big find for me in 2012 and his album and upcoming London show are two events firmly fixed in my audio itinerary.
Absolutely stunning and completely un-manipulated shots of the full moon rising over Mount Victoria in Wellington, New Zealand. Amazingly, the video was taken recorded from the other side of the city, 2.1km away. Fabulous stuff from Mark Gee.
I stumbled across this curious little film a while back now and, although I couldn’t give you a better explanation than “maybe everything isn’t quite as it seems out there”, it just demands a re-watch every now and again. I like it…like it a lot. Another plus, show it to your chosen dog-walking-organic-veg-in-a-hessian-bag type and watch them screw their face up.
Wispy, lispy loveliness here from the Canadian cutie-pie, Grimes. That bouncy synth, dreamy vocal and sharp little lyrics are enough to keep it firmly lodged in your head all day, but the Emily Kai Bock directed video is something else altogether. Tidy work from both. And is that an ‘orchestra hit’ in there? Flash backs to music class keyboard button bashing.