”The world is literally full of people who are crouched in basements, waiting to start hating bands they used to like because too many people like them now.”
So says Frank Turner in response to so called “Olympic critics”. Since I’m probably one of these people crouched in my basement, that I don’t have (it’s more of just a ditch at the side of the road dug using old Million Dead CDs as trowels); I feel like I ought to defend myself. Not in a tru-punx way like Johnny Foreigner’s Alexei but more in a, I totally understand it’s unjustified but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, kinda way.
I get so frustrated with music sometimes, I guess that’s what happens when you love something so much. I end up hating bands I actually love. To me Tim Kinsella (and comrades) is the perfect example of what music should be. Joan of Arc* is literally the only band I can think of that doesn’t annoy me, it’s shattered and it’s pure. It does what it wants and it is so obtuse and almost anti-music that it stands alone. I know at first this can be frustrating but they’re the most rewarding band I’ve ever listened to. I think sometimes people don’t understand the bands I like because with music, songs can relate to you on such a specific level that very few people get that reaction that you do. It’s the same with other bands it’s such a specific thing that it can only affect a limited amount of people dramatically. The thing with bands like Radiohead and Arcade Fire is that they’re universally beautiful, but as a result they can never reach the level of connection that very specific songs can. In short I love Tim Kinsella’s music intensely, his book is brilliant as well.
From the new record Ghost Town
Jesus, this song is gold. On repeat for the rest of the night.
New Owen record. YES.