Florence + the Machine - How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

Coachella, Glastonbury, an incredible new album: 2015 is Florence Welch's year. She's moving effortlessly from height to height without even pausing to take a look around at the distance she's covered. It's impressive, scary, and oh so pleasing to watch.

Anyone who attended a school disco between the years of 2009 and 2011 will remember You've Got The Love blasting out at full volume at the end of the night to calm down all the crazy 14 year olds, high on too much coca cola and large amounts of over-enthusiastic dancing. When Welch released her debut, Lungs, there wasn't a critic out there who didn't consider the double-edged sword that such a masterpiece presented; 

it was a marvel of an album, but was problematic in terms of posing the question 'so where can she go from here?' Onwards and upwards, my friends.

The beauty of HBHBHB is that it switches seamlessly between huge, confusing, anthemic organised messes like Ship To Wreck, Queen of Peace and Mother, to quieter, more considered tracks like Various Storms and Saints, St Jude and Caught. It's an album of contrasts that exaggerate and reinforce their opposites, not forcefully or clumsily, but skilfully, as though Florence is weaving a bigger picture, encouraging us to step back and look at it instead of examining the details in the individual tracks. HBHBHB takes us back to a time when music was just as much about the experience of an album as the hit songs it contained.

Not only does it present to us a wider picture, but this picture is clearly deeply personal to its painter. Lyrically, HBHBHB is moving and considerate. What Kind of Man deplores a tempestuous love affair, presenting us with Florence's insight that seems to contain the wisdom of a kung fu master as she bitterly spits 'sometimes you're half in and then you're half out/But you never close the door'. The titular track explores the excitement of a new relationship, setting in our laps such a killer opening line as 'between a crucifix and the Hollywood sign, we decided to get hurt'. In bringing her own feelings and experiences to her songwriting, Florence creates a mysticism even deeper and esoteric than tales of self-sacrifice in Rabbit Heart, or demon lovers in Howl. 

Welch also seems to have grown apart from the hippy trippy persona she had been given by the media. Although she remains an ethereal being not worthy of our earthly praises, the instrumentation of her tracks has developed far beyond the odd harp and some heavy timpani. She utilises the brass section much more frequently, and even when she has the normal line-up of guitar, bass, piano, drums, she makes it work to her advantage. Take Delilah, for example. The multi-tracked vocals provide far more texture, where the strings and piano add atmosphere to the pounding drums. As the song builds and swirls, more and more instruments put in their tuppence worth to make Delilah one of the most beautiful and dance-inducing tracks on the album.

If there were doubts that Florence was up to headlining Glastonbury, this album surely proves that not only is she up to it, she surpasses all expectations. We bow before you, our ginger-haired queen.

Rating: 9/10

Recommended tracks:

Delilah

Mother

Ship To Wreck

London Grammar - If You Wait

Usually when the music world finds a band that they deem to be the "next big thing", there's a relative amount of hype surrounding the release of their debut record. Not so with London Grammar, a British trio who recently released their first album If You Wait after just one EP released in February 2013.

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It's slightly baffling to see how London Grammar, a fledgling band, have managed to leap from relative anonymity to reaching Number 2 on UK and Australian charts. It's no mean feat. Part of the success is down to the stripped-back instrumental backing, meaning they have a slightly ambiguous style, thus allowing them to appeal to any music fan. It does also mean, however, that they don't ever really allow the songs to grow at any point, and they remain on the same level for a lot of the time.

It's due to the problem that, like quite a few emerging artists who are scared of doing anything to jeopardise commercial success, they are too unsure of themselves and their sound, so they stick to what they know and are comfortable doing. It means that they never properly allow the songs to move anywhere else, anywhere different or surprising. As an emerging artist, it's their right to show off with what they can do. London Grammar seem too focused on catching the public eye to reveal the true extent of their talents. In their single Wasting My Young Years, vocalist Hannah Read sings beautiful, moving lyrics about her ex-boyfriend in a beautifully moving way, and the chorus builds up momentum gradually, although it then dies back down again straight afterwards, reverting to what it was before. Daughter, who have a similar style to London Grammar, manage to do both introspective and demonstrative at the same time, so it's not a question of whether or not it can be done. It's a question of whether or not they can do it.

That said, they are quietly insistent in their music, which is mainly due to Read's extraordinary talent as a vocalist. Her voice soars above the rest of the songs and really makes them complete. Nightcall is a very good example of this; it seems as though the rest of the band are there to provide a backdrop to Read's centre piece. Although it is a brilliant song, the lack of growth in the piano and guitar means that the song can't ever reach its full potential.

There's no denying that the basic structure of the songs and the band is good. But they're lacking in something other than their vocals to make them stand out. They need to flesh out other areas of the band in order to make them, not just good, but very good indeed.

Rating: 5-6

Recommended Tracks:
Nightcall
Hey Now
Strong

Peace - Live

Having been ranked 14th on NME's 50 Best Albums of 2013, nominated for the BBC's Sound of 2013 poll and doing several major headline tours both in the UK and USA, it's needless to say that 2013 seems to have been a pretty good year for Peace. Their debut album In Love, released in April this year, broke in at number 16 on the charts in its first week of release. Don't seem bad for a couple of rookies.

This may be why, on their first night of a double bill at the Shepherd's Bush Empire, the crowd outside are so keyed up and rearing to get in there. In fact, when they do, the lucky few were literally elbowing past each other, sprinting to get to the barriers. They seem to have attracted an unlikely bunch; obviously you've got your indie kids (only to be expected, it is a Peace gig after all) although there is a group of girls standing behind me, wearing nothing but crop tops, leggings and hoodies for warmth, enthusing over the greatness of helmet-haired You Me At Six. Brilliant. But no matter, everyone's equal in the fight for a front row view.

Superfood

This motley crew of fans started piling in very quickly, and even before Superfood, the first support act, came on they were piled at least 10 deep. By the time Peace actually do get on stage, all tiers of seating and all of the stalls were full to the brim with eager, sweaty fans, craning their necks to get a glimpse of the performance on stage.

Superfood acted as a sort of aperitif for the evening. Owing to their limited material, they lasted only half an hour, but it was everything you expect from them: awkward, brilliant, raw. Superfood preceded Drenge, the second support act for the evening. Drenge, two brothers from Derbyshire, were great. If the fervent nodding of Peace drummer Dom Boyce (who gave a cheeky look-in from the side of the stage) was anything to go by, it was going very well. As a band, their self-titled debut CD can't hold a candle to their live performance.

Drenge

As the stage is set for Peace, excitement gradually mounts. Then, the music drops, the lights go down and they swagger on stage with all the confidence their new-found success has given them. The opening number is Waste of Paint, which sets the tone nicely for the songs to come. Peace aren't very engaging as performers, preferring to shut their eyes, stare at their shoes and instruments and generally make as little eye contact with the screaming fans as possible. The between-song chatter is kept to a minimum, although as Harrison Koisser, lead singer and guitarist, attempts to throw a towel out to the crowd, he remarks in the most nonchalant way imaginable "I was born to throw. High." as said towel stops just short of the barrier.

However, all of that doesn't matter. The strength of their material makes up for their slightly self-conscious performance. As they bound through the tunes from the album (notably Follow Baby, Higher Than The Sun, Toxic, Float Forever, Lovesick and Wraith) they manage to stick in a few surprises as well: halfway through Harrison introduces one of their new songs, entitled Money; they end the main set on 10-minute trippy anthem 1998 and even stick in their recent cover of Wham!'s Last Christmas during the encore.

As the last notes of Bloodshake echo through the room, I can't help but think that they are truly a very, very, very good band. Not just good, but really rather brilliant. Well worth the sore feet and throbbing ears.

Check out this alternate review of the gig by my friend Georgia

Obituary for Lou Reed

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On Sunday 27th October, the world was greeted with the news that Lou Reed, frontman of The Velvet Underground and a brilliant solo artist in his own right, had died at the age of 71. Reed had had a liver transplant in May, and his literary agent confirmed his cause of death was "liver-related ailment". Having been a self-confessed drinker and drug user for many years, it may come as no surprise to some that this has happened. However, to the majority of the music world, it was a very sad day indeed.

Iggy Pop has said it was "devastating news". The Who tweeted "RIP Lou Reed. Walk on the peaceful side". John Cale, fellow member of The Velvet Underground, posted on his website that "the world has lost a fine songwriter and poet... I've lost my 'school-yard buddy'". David Bowie said of Reed, his old friend: "He was a master." For all of these musical legends to say such affectionate things about Reed shows his popular and widespread appeal to anyone and everyone who loved, and loves, music.

Indeed, Bowie, Pop and Reed became relatively close in the early 70s. The two American musicians met Bowie in 1971, when Bowie was just another British musician trying to make it in America. The friendship between the three musicians grew, and in 1972, Bowie ended up producing, along with his guitarist Mick Ronson, Lou Reed's epic first album Transformer. The collaboration of the two Brits on this album undoubtedly gave Reed's creative flow a new lease of life, and gave him a new direction in which to make pioneering tracks. From this album come Lou Reed's most famous singles: Perfect Day, Walk on the Wild Side and Satellite of Love.

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The Velvet Underground made headway into a difficult musical environment by producing guitar driven rock. It helped that they were the proteges of Andy Warhol, but even without his influence it's clear that The Velvet Underground would still have had the same lasting influence on music that they had at the time. In their heyday, the band never really had commercial success. Despite that, the impression they had on many people, musicians or otherwise, is evident and immortal. Their music is so accessible that you could come from any walk of life, pick up their self-titled third album and fall instantly in love. Brian Eno famously summed up their wide-reaching impact by saying "the first Velvet Underground album only sold 10,000 copies, but everyone who bought it formed a band." Hard to beat that, really.

Although Lou Reed then went on to have a long-lived solo career, it's his first album that sticks in one's mind as particularly brilliant/epic/influential/beautiful (please delete as applicable). With the aforementioned Big 3 Tunes on it, how could it not be? These three songs, Perfect Day, Satellite of Love and Walk on the Wild Side, sum up Lou Reed's career in a relatively succinct and lovely way. Each of them are tragically beautiful, like many of Reed's songs and like Reed's life itself. Take Perfect Day, for example. It starts off with what you might think was typical love song lyrics ("you make me forget myself", "it's such a perfect day, I'm glad I spent it with you") to then go into the hauntingly bitter repeated line of "you're going to reap just what you sow". That one line is enough to make me stop and think, any time and anywhere.

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On the face of it, Lou Reed's music was, much like his life, rock and roll, baby. Delving deeper, it's plain to see that there's a whole other level of emotional intelligence that's lost upon the average listener. Like getting to know a person, it takes time to get to know Reed's music very, very well. Every time you re-listen to an album, you discover new things about it that you'd previously been unaware of. If you don't believe me, listen to Pale Blue Eyes over and over and I guarantee you'll find something each time.

 Discussing Lou Reed with a friend, we came upon the perfect way to describe him. It's like musical philosophy; one song is enough to make you ponder your entire existence.

Born Ruffians - Birthmarks

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The Toronto group are almost notorious for making their fans wait for their next album. Forming in 2002, it was then 4 years before their self-titled EP was released, another 2 before their debut album Red Yellow & Blue was released. This time, a 3 year gap has elapsed between 2010's Say It and this year's Birthmarks.

This time, they've moved on from their traditionally indie rock sound to a more considered sort of a sound. They're clearly playing around with their sound, fooling about with drum machines, vocal effects and distortion on Rage Flows. However, they still manage to maintain that intrinsically raw sound of their previous two albums; the plain lament of Needle's "I belong to no one" reminds one of the plaintive "oohs" that start off Little Garçon. Perhaps it's the minimal backing at the beginning and the voice of Luke LaLonde that manage to remind me of Fleet Foxes whilst I'm listening to it. Maybe that's just me. Needle is that type of song that every album needs to have. It's got the catchy chorus that anyone can pick up within 2 (minimum) listens; it's got the anthemic "A WAY" repeated several times for good measure; it's got the echoey, stadium-like backing vocals to emphasise the fact that you should and will like this song. It's got all of that and more; it's a pop song with an indie twist.

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Ocean's Deep is another one of those songs; one that offers a "deep" message put to a catchy pop tune. That wasn't meant to be sarcastic or sceptical, although it's been so overdone that it's hard not to be when you first listen to the song. As you keep pressing the replay button, though, the story portrayed in the song becomes more apparent (LaLonde's voice requires straining ears to decipher his lyrics). One particular lyric that stands out is "when she goes, she hopes you'll meet a woman who will fill those holes that she shot straight through you". It exemplifies the level of maturity that Born Ruffians have reached in their songwriting and lyricism. They've become much more direct in their style, not beating around the bush; they no longer need the minute-long intros to define them, as their songs are now able to speak for themselves.

In this, their third studio album, it's clear to see how Born Ruffians have refined and perfected their style, whilst delving into new areas altogether and still managing to sound like Born Ruffians. All of the songs seem to be uplifting and upbeat, and, whether it's the lyrics or the melody that achieve this, it's bloody working. I'm grinning like a fool at the computer screen and I'm being given funny looks. Fuck it, Born Ruffians make me feel warm and fuzzy inside, what you gonna do about it?

Rating: 7/10

Recommended Tracks:
Ocean's Deep
Needle
Golden Promises

Daughter - If You Leave

In trying to find words to describe Daughter to my friends and interested parties, I start off with "imagine if Laura Marling joined The xx". The truth is, they're so much more than that. Yes, Elena Tonra's voice has the soft, intimate tone associated with Laura Marling et al, but it's the work of guitarist Igor Haefeli and drummer Remi Aguilella that set them apart from that cliche. Because frankly, just because Laura Marling is gorgeous and oh-so acoustic, it's just lazy to brand every artist that sounds vaguely like her as "THE NEXT LAURA!" More imagination, please.

There are so many subtleties and nuances to Daughter's music that it's hard to know where to begin. My favourite track on the album is definitely Youth, a heart wrenching song about the pain of losing a lover. It starts with a delicate guitar solo, and as Tonra's voice comes in with "shadows settle on the place that you left" my heart starts melting. Her voice is so ethereal and gentle that it just transports you to a whole different world, there and then. But the credit can't all go to Tonra; the talents of Haefeli and Aguilella can't go unnoticed. Neither the drums nor guitar are there to take centre stage and demand attention - it's very clear from the start that the music is very much about Elena (she wrote all of the lyrics) - but they do such a good job of building up the song around her that it feels so natural for the drums to be kicking in at "it was a flood that wrecked this home, and you caused it"; that certainly isn't a one-woman job. To forget the importance of Haefeli and Aguilella is to forget the entire essence of the album, which is a crime against Daughter.

Frontwoman Elena Tonra

The thing that struck me most about this album was the pain and heartache that ran through it, almost as a unifying theme. Still is the perfect example.The poignancy with which Tonra writes about heartbreak makes you sure that the album has been her way of dealing with it - and at that I just want to give her a massive hug and tuck her into bed with a hot water bottle, because she takes it all upon herself. Take Smother, or Tomorrow. In Smother, she berates herself for the end of the relationship, singing, almost angrily, "in the darkness I will meet my creators, and they will all agree that I'm a suffocator", as though she's still in the what-did-I-do-wrong phase. The music calms down towards the end, as she whispers balefully "oh no, I'm sorry if I smothered you". Tomorrow pleads "don't bring tomorrow, cos I already know I'll lose you". This fatalistic sixth sense Tonra has about the end of relationships is haunts every song on the CD, making it even more beautiful.

This album reaches an emotional level that I didn't even think was possible. Not only does it reach it, but it ascends it in the most elegant and gorgeous way possible.

Rating: 10/10

Recommended tracks:

Amsterdam

Shallows

Human