Showing posts with label Flight Of The Conchords. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flight Of The Conchords. Show all posts

14.12.09

Rare or Unreleased 39: Flight Of The Conchords

Flight Of The Conchords & the Jet Set: «Mermaid» (live) [mp3]

The Conchords have just announced that their TV series—and possibly their act—flies no more. Good on them, quitting while they're still ahead. So to mark the occasion—and in memory of Jemaine and Bret of the series (but not Jemaine and Bret in real life)—here's a song that appeared in the first series, but not on the accompanying CD, the frankly quite hilarious ode to a fishy temptress of the sea, «Mermaid». Nauty.

The mp3 is the version of that song that features on obscure 2002 New Zealand-only live album, Folk the World.

12.4.09

Net Nuggets 3: Flight Of The Conchords

Flight Of The Conchords: «Live & Radio» EP [.zip]



One of the funniest Flight Of The Conchords tracks, the song «Jenny» never made it into the duo's sitcom or onto any of their CD/mp3 releases, so here it is, along with some other unreleased, funnybone-tickling moments found on the Internet. Some renditions are arguably funnier than the studio versions featured in their series, and the set-ups, of course, are priceless.

So, while we're waiting for the European release of the second season of their Curb Your Enthusiasm-meets-The Muppet Show sitcom musical, here's something to tide us over:
1. Bowie (live at Australia World Comedy)
2. Jenny (live on HBO One Night Stand)
3. Issues (live banter)
4. Business Time (live on HBO One Night Stand)
5. Something Special for the Ladies (aka Ladies of the World) (NPR version)
6. Think About It (NPR version)
Oh, and check out this new Flight Of The Conchords sure shot:



... But which is funnier?

8.4.09

Babe, I'm on Fire, or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Lamp

Ah, Spring!

Being a human is to experience a series of states of mind over which you have no control and that, when you stop and think about it, make no sense whatsoever. One text message with some choice words from the right long-haired specimen and suddenly you're dancing in the dark end of the street, full of doomed but deliciously ecstatic longing, as if trapped in some '90s Hal Hartley flick:



Not that I'm in love (as if I were capable of such fuzzy warmth and goodwill!), but I'm positively agog with excitement, due to a felicitous combination of longing, attraction, wishful thinking and that divine, omnipresent and treacherous LIFE FORCE—you know, that barely contained undercurrent of rapturous energy that recklessly sacrifices truth on the altar of the survival instinct, with no purpose other than endless perpetuation, purely for the sake of it, making you want to... well, procreate, even as the biology of it all is challenged by giddy ideas of your and the long-haired vixen's minds bathing in each other's untouchable, invisible and ineffable energy-somethings—and possibly even connecting.



Ah, sweet illusion! Welcome back, old friend. It took me a while, but now I understand: No one can tell you a lie quite like yourself. (If you want something done right, you'd best do it yourself!) And no one serves as a canvas on which to project your wishful thinking quite like a new acquaintance...

Now, Buddhists say you can't go on freeloading on Desire for the rest of your life, keeping afloat on lust and devotion forever. But for now, to Hell with that! I know from the download stats that the people who visit this blog prefer the positive stuff—the existential lies we like to tell ourselves—so let me take this opportunity—this moment sandwiched between the full-fledged hormonal delusion I can feel about to flare up, and the reality that'll surely come crashing down in the end—to share with you the boost of dopamine and serotonin levels in my addled brain by uploading a little playlist to celebrate the natural high of the truth-be-damned joy that we call love—or (as Sir Blackadder so exhaustively referred to it) rumpy-pumpy:
I LOVE LAMP! [.zip]

1. Vetiver—Been so Long (Toilet dubby pick'n'mix)
2. Spiritualized—I Think I'm in Love (Guppy edit)
3. The Brian Jonestown Massacre—Love
4. Kings Of Leon—Dusty
5. The Magnetic Fields—A Chicken with Its Head Cut Off
6. Flight Of The Conchords—If You're into It
7. Animal Collective—The Purple Bottle (7" mix)
8. Beck—Think I'm in Love
9. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds—Babe, I'm on Fire (Toilet Guppies choice edit)
10. tindersticks—CF GF
11. The Afghan Whigs—If I Only Had a Heart
12. Marlene Dietrich—Illusions
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In keeping with trying to post mostly songs that are unavailable commercially, I have included rare tracks, like the original 7" version of «Purple Bottle»—which had to be discontinued due to Animal Collective scandalously paying tribute to Stevie Wonder by attempting to quote one of his copyrighted songs—and the Afghan Whigs' hotel lounge rendition of Wizard of Oz classic «If I Only Had a Heart». I've even slapped together a couple or so «exclusive» Toilet Guppy mixes and edits of love song classics! (Forget Shakespearean sonnets; Spiritualized's «I Think I'm in Love» is the only lyric about being in love that you'll ever need to hear; all the rest is perfectly superfluous... although Nick Cave's «Babe, I'm on Fire» is a hoot.)

So, put this audiolove in your ears as you go outside, the ubiquitous bloom of Springtime working wonders on your biology as the sun melts your stone cold heart!
The hairy arachnophobic says it
The scary agoraphobic says it
The mother, the brother
And the decomposing lover says
Babe, I'm on fire
Babe, I'm on fire


I love lamp!

23.3.09

The Turner Music Prize 2007, vol. 4

OK, let's stop messing about with this 2007 business and get this blog started right. I've saved some of the best for last:

TURNER MUSIC PRIZE 2007, Vol. 4 [.zip file]
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1. Mark Lanegan: «Man in the Long Black Coat»
There are no mistakes in life, some people say
It is true, sometimes you can see it that way
But people don’t live or die, people just float
She went with the man in the long, black coat
Mark Lanegan’s vocals could lend authority to just about any subject, so lived does his voice sound. Add to that the words of Bob Dylan, and you can’t possibly go wrong: «Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force / Somebody is out there, beating on a dead horse.»
From I'm Not There

2. The Angels Of Light: «Sometimes I Dream I'm Hurting You»
A quick glance at the title and you know what you’re in for. Nothing half-arsed with Michael Gira. This song showcases both why he soars miles above practically all other artists toying with words and music, and why he will never break through commercially. His unique perspective takes you from the gently picked melody to the desperate prayer for deliverance that propels both song and listener until it explodes in trance-like abandonment to music and self-obliteration: «COMEANDTAKEMECOMEANDTAKEMECOMEANDTAKEMECOME
ANDTAKEME!»
From We Are Him

3. Radiohead: «Weird Fishes/Arpeggi»
Not to denigrate their more experimental stuff, but with this song Radiohead finally seem to manage a balance between beauty and originality, their individuality something that just manifests itself now (rather than being forced) in a perfect slice of pop rock. «Hit the bottom and escape»…
From In Rainbows

4. Einstürzende Neubauten: «Die Wellen»
What should I do with you, waves, you who can never decide
whether you’re the first or the last?
You think you can define the coast with your constant wish-wash,
grind it down with your coming and going.
And yet no one knows how long the coastline really is,
where land stops, where land begins, and you’re forever changing
the line, length, lay, with the moon and unpredictable.

Consistent alone is your inconsistency.

Ultimately victorious since, as so often evoked, this wears away
the stones, grinds the sand down as fine as needed for
hourglasses and egg-timers, as required for calibrating time,
for telling the difference between hard and soft.

Victorious also because, never tiring, you win the contest who of us
will be the first to fall asleep, or you, being the ocean still,
because you never sleep.

Although colourless yourself, you seem blue
when the sky is gently mirrored on your surface, the ideal course
for being strolled upon by the carpenter’s son, the most changeable element.

And inversely, when you are wild and loud and your breakers thunder,
I listen between the peaks of your rollers, and from the highest waves,
from breaking spume, a thousand voices break away, mine,
yesterday’s ones that I didn’t know, that otherwise just whisper,
and all the others too, and in their midst the Nazarene.
Over and over again those stupendous five final words:
Why have you left me?

I hold my own, shout at each single wave:
Are you staying?
Are you staying?
Are you staying, or what?
From Alles Wieder Offen

5. Spoon: «The Ghost of You Lingers»
To call this a «song» is stretching it a bit, but that’s no reason to dismiss it as just a piece of indulgent studio experimentation. Sometimes a combination of lyrics and sounds come along at en eerily apt time to, well, haunt you. This may not be a song, but it's the inside of an idea, a sentiment, a hope.
From Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga

6. LCD Soundsystem: «All My Friends»
In passing from youth into adulthood, whether you're cultivating hope for the future or indulging in a nostalgia for the past, in LCD
Soundsystem's «All My Friends» at least you've put resentment behind you. Encouraged by nostalgia to love them and permitted by hope to let go of them, the bitterness towards some of the people you used to know is replaced by a warmth towards all the people you now feel blessed and lucky to once have known, regardless of what subsequently transpired. When James Murphy repeats his mantra «Where are your friends tonight?», it’s a question out of curiosity and gratitude, not an accusation arising from disappointment and bitterness. But then, in seven-and-a-half minutes it's over…
From Sound of Silver

7. Animal Collective: «Safer»
A showcase for Avey Tare’s sense of urgency and flight of fantasy, dig the way this piece morphs from fear into love, like a story going from
the empty present back into a golden past…
From «Peacebone» single

8. The Soulsavers: «Kingdoms of Rain»
OK, so it may sound like some American motivational speaker’s mantra, but the title of the album this song’s culled from says everything: it's not how far you fall, it's the way you land. The voice that makes your knees go wobbly and your eardrums quiver with masochistic enjoyment here is that of Mark Lanegan, who the Soulsavers happen to be covering on this very same track, adding soft textures and careful details to the sparse original arrangement (the key point beginning at the 2:14 mark).
From It's Not How Far You Fall, It's the Way You Land

9. PJ Harvey: «Grow Grow Grow»
Arguably PJ Harvey’s most accomplished (or at least original) album, I could never listen to White Chalk. Not because it isn’t good, but because it’s too good. Unbearably, almost impossibly bleak, Harvey would’ve had to stare into some serious abyss making this one. But like Mark in «Peep Show» says, «I'm looking into the abyss… I don't like the look of the abyss!»
From White Chalk

10. Devendra Banhart: «I Remember»
I think the most beautiful things happen to be ugly things; most people find beauty in the mediocre. But then Devendra Banhart comes along and proves to us all that beauty is simply the beautiful. Trust Banhart to craft a melody to perfectly convey a tristesse that doesn’t wallow. This song’s atmosphere is a lesson; there is such a thing as blues without self-pity! A pure sadness, within which the sweetness that sprouted into bitterness remains intact. You realise that loss is never total, which works against the bitterness…
From Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon

11. Flight Of The Conchords: «I'm Not Crying»
«I’m Not Crying» is exactly what you need when you are, in fact, crying. Only, of course you’re not.
From «The Distant Future» EP


12. Marissa Nadler: «Bird on Your Grave»
Nadler may come across a little precious, but she doesn’t pussyfoot around. Unlike most contemporary folk females, she eschews faux-childlike naïvety; and unlike so many young performers, she actually manages to convincingly convey the sorrow contained within her songs. (As opposed to composing songs that pretend to be world-weary and -wise—like a Bob Dylan composing «Blowin' in the Wind» and «The Times They Are a-Changin'» at 22-23, straining to make his voice sound like that of a hardened 60 year-old labourer, making up politically correct words that sound good but which are only based on ideas lifted out of a couple of books.) Greg Weeks’ disharmonic guitar keeps Nadler’s perfect singing from infecting the song with too much prettiness. With lyrics such as these, the music can't be too agreeable.
From Songs III: Bird on the Water

13. Elvis Perkins: «While You Were Sleeping»
Lullaby or funeral march? The Dylan-derivative lyrics are overly poetic and, it seems to me, either meaningless or dense beyond interpretation. Yet obscured beneath the kind of lofty imagery that Leonard Cohen was the last writer in the history of literature to get away with, you'll find some tender essence well worth indulging in. Besides, who can resist the Tex-Mex charms? «Uh-oh…»
From Ash Wednesday

14. Fire On Fire: «Hangman»
«You got to have a friend!» Ain't that the truth… And some days, this
song is it.
From «Fire on Fire» EP

15. José González: «Down the Line»
Quite literally nothing wrong with this track. González comes in and says what it is he wants to say, then quits—all with beautiful melody, infectious rhythm and a coda like a lifebuoy.
From In Our Nature