Song Of The Day – The Best Songs Of 2023

Well, you made it through Christmas without getting food poisoning, or having a fist fight with a family member, right? If not, you can console yourself with the knowledge that you’ll laugh about it some day and I’ve got ten quality tunes from 2023 as a salve for your anguish.

As per usual these selections are in alphabetical order and Bandcamp links provided where possible. No Spotify either, they can get fucked. While uBlock Origin does work in Microsoft Edge to prevent adverts before YouTube videos, I hate linking to that site to increase the ad traffic, even if it’s a relatively minuscule amount. YouTube is now unusable without an ad blocker, and while that’s bad enough if you’re just watching a few random videos here and there, ads before, after and sometimes during videos becomes especially onerous if you’ve enabled autoplay, in the aim of allowing the algorithm to randomly create a playlist based on your listening preferences. With so many adverts, I’m honestly not sure whether Radio Clyde is better or worse. For shame you greedy bastards.

The video for “Now and Then” by The Beatles is also quite strange, to the point where I hesitated picking it for my top ten. A technical achievement, but I found watching younger versions of George and John performing next to the geriatric Paul and Ringo (and even younger versions of themselves) to be somewhat off-putting. Still, it’s a lovely wee song, and as with all their great works, absolutely timeless.

Have a good New Year shindig and I’ll catch you on the flip side comrades.

Aphex Twin – Blackbox Life Recorder 21f

From the album “Blackbox Life Recorder 21f/In a room7 f760”

Andy Kidd – Act Of Faith (Nancy’s Theme)

From the single “Act Of Faith (Nancy’s Theme)”

Dudley Moon and Isabel A-i – Save Game

From the album “Pop”

Frank & Tony – Agitate

From the EP “Exiles”

Lukid – End Melody

From the album “Tilt”

Refreshers – High in Me

From the EP “Bugged”

Roisin Murphy – Can’t Replicate

From the album “Hit Parade”

Space Ghost – Sim City (Classic Mix)

From the EP “Aquarium Nightclub Reworks”

Now and Then – The Beatles

From the single “Now and Then”

Waclaw Zimpel – Broken Souls Whistle

From the album “Train Spotter”

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Song Of The Day – Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl

From the album ‘If I Should Fall From Grace With God’ (1988)

RIP Shane MacGowan. Merry Christmas everyone.

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Essential Listening: The Best Releases Of 2023

Another year in the books already, can’t be many left to go now. Even so music still has the capacity to surprise even those with jaded palates. Did anyone expect new releases from Bob Dylan, The Stones, plus a new song from The Beatles in the same year, and in 2023? I’ll have the EuroMillions numbers for the next draw if you did. Even better all three feature in my end of year best releases and songs lists.

As per usual this list is in alphabetical order, and includes reissues and compilations. I’ll freely admit I don’t listen to enough new albums anymore to do a list significantly longer than ten. Exhaustive, longer lists can be found elsewhere by people who get paid to do that for a living. If these little cockmonkeys ever start whining about not getting paid enough, then let me know, I’ll happily go Billy Ray Valentine and trade places with them.

I’ll publish my favourite ten songs of 2023 in-between Christmas and New Year. RIP Shane MacGowan. Have a Merry Christmas and try not to resent having to eat stodgy food and spending time with your folks, even if their farts and inane conversation become unbearable.

Aphex Twin – Blackbox Life Recorder 21f / in a room7 F760

Another stellar release in Richard D. James’ epic discography. The title for the lead track hints at James being in a retrospective mood, as well offering it as a dedication to his mum and dad who died recently. The video’s peculiar collages serving as a mind’s eye of memory fragmenting, and the past, present and future technologies colliding, a feature which James’ music has always carried. Most impressive is that it adds to James’ sui generis output, nobody else makes music that sounds remotely like this.

Bob Dylan – Shadow Kingdom

Not new songs from his Bobness (he’s one of the few who can get away with this), but new versions of a selection of (mostly) his sixties to early seventies classics. As Keith Richards’ said to Dylan in a Live Aid bootleg for Voices of Freedom “after a while you start to rewrite your own songs”. It would be a stretch to say these are re-written, more reimagined with a sager, defter touch. There’s no percussion here, just Bob’s weathered voice with accordion and sublime string arrangements. Most of these songs had wisdom and insight beyond the age Bob was when he penned them, now in his eighty-second year, these versions have a grounding to them that fit the legend better than ever.

James Holden – Imagine This Is A High Dimensional Space Of All Possibilities

A sonic odyssey of lush IDM melodies. There’s a lot of influences here, new and old – Tangerine Dream and The Soft Pink Truth are prominent touchstones. Holden has an impeccable track record of churning out quality bits and pieces since the early 2000’s, but this is his most comprehensive long player.

John Coltrane – Evenings at the Village Gate

Someone’s making a killing, as there seems to be a new Coltrane reissue/remaster every year. Still, let’s not complain that new gems keep being unearthed. Eric Dolphy and Elvin Jones feature here and help produce the best live versions of “My Favourite Things” and “Impressions” (at pace) that I have yet to hear. There may be complaints about the sound quality and that Coltrane’s playing isn’t well isolated. One for AI to figure out. My take is it sounds authentic, as though you were there, and isn’t that the whole point of recording a live gig?

Les Rallizes Denudes – Club Citta February 17 1993

Badly cut ketamine. Sinewy limbs. Dreadful helmet bowl emo haircuts. Wearing sunglasses inside. All black outfits. Air thick with green ciggie smoke. This is conclusive proof that these are necessary to create the ambiance where an epic psyche rock gig occurs. Made me all angsty and moody enough to want to brick the window of the local chippy. I’m in my early forties.

Nourished By Time – Erotic Probiotic 2

Sonically magpie R’n’B but earworms aplenty. Think a mix of Dean Blunt, Frank Ocean, Duval Timothy and Robbie M. Sounds as if it was recorded in a dingy home studio with knackered equipment, and, reading the Bandcamp bio, there’s every chance it was.

Richard Sen presents Dream the Dream: UK Techno, House and Breakbeat 1990​-​1994

Brilliant comp of spaced-out tech house from the best Blairite around. Think early Underworld but with a smidge of acid. A lot of good niche stuff I’d never heard, always up for that. Call it a mode of borrowed nostalgia for those who were a bit too young to remember the early nineties. It even assists the narrative of the bores who were there and then. You know them, who insist Human Traffic was a lie, that this music represents clubbing when it was purest, before aspiration and corporatisation (read yuppies and yobs) moved in and homogenised the scene.

The Rolling Stones – Hackney Diamonds

Jonathan Meades was exaggerating when he said that the Stones haven’t produced a good album since Mick Taylor quit. Some Girls and Tattoo You came after he was replaced by Ron Wood. But this is certainly the best Stones offering since the early eighties. We all joke about what world will we leave to Mick and Keith, but they’re both eighty now, and we may not get another Stones album. There’s a lot of anthemic stuff here, “Live By The Sword” wouldn’t be out of place on Exile On Main St. and the last two tracks on the album, in particular, are worthy entries in the Stones’ canon.

Slowdive – Everything is Alive

Had a binge on other guitar bands who were in the pomp in the early nineties earlier this year: Pavement, Silkworm, Red House Painters, Fishmans, My Bloody Valentine, Dinosaur Jr. etc, but not Slowdive, only for Slowdive to release another record that fits perfectly within the genre and the time I find it synonymous with. This one’s also very Cocteau Twins and The Cure in places.

Synthesized Sudan – Astro​-​Nubian Electronic Jaglara Dance Sounds from the Fashaga Underground

Over the last fifteen years or so we’ve had a number of compilations released documenting (unearthing? At least to us in the Global North, doesn’t anyone else find the term the Global South demeaning?) electronic music from Africa in the seventies and eighties. Synthesized Sudan sits alongside other excellent compilations showcasing Francis Bebey (African Electronic Music 1975 – 1982), William Onyeabor (Crashes In Love, Body & Soul and Who Is William Onyeabor?) and Mammane Sani (La Musique Electronique du Niger). It also has some serious swag.

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Thankfully Blue Eye Samurai overcomes all the limitations of cultural projection and appropriation

Need an escape from the grim coverage of Israel victimising Gaza, or, on the benign end of the grim spectrum, that sad melter on your street covering their house with Christmas tat and lights in early November? Well Blue Eye Samurai on Netflix comes thoroughly recommended as an antidote to both. It may have violent imagery, but delivers it with guile and panache, and while mostly set during winter, Christmasy it isn’t.

It does, however, have hurdles to clear. And very few of them are of its own doing. First, I flashed back to watching HBO’s Chernobyl and being irritated with the preposterousness of a Soviet era dramatization acted in English. Pernickety, yes, but said adaptations inherently carry a cultural insincerity that has always bothered me. With Chernobyl you begrudgingly accept this, and then forget it, thanks to the excellent writing and production. But for those first fifteen minutes, before it’s gripped you fully, you swither over whether you can buy in. Blue Eye Samurai thankfully succeeds as Chernobyl does. But I found it harder to be sympathetic with it being animated, and therefore not limited by actors being unable to speak the native language.

Seeking out the Japanese dubbing and giving it a go did occur, and when it did it seemed a bad idea, as it was animated to accompany English dialogue – and one of Blue Eye Samurai’s best features is the dialogue. Watching anything that’s been badly dubbed is excruciating. I did this with Fellini’s 8 ½ for ten minutes on Amazon Prime (it was set this way by default – cunts), until I found the experience too unbearable that I simply had to seek out if there was the original Italian dialogue option with English subtitles. Beautiful animation or cinematography is no substitute for the distraction caused by bad dubbing or dialogue. People will tell you that Tenet by Christopher Nolan is a smart, excellent movie, and it is kind on the eye. In truth the constant exposition makes it a slog. The experience was so exasperating that it felt as though I was failing a theoretical science exam I hadn’t studied for, instead of watching a movie. Thankfully, Blue Eye Samurai strikes the right balance between showing and telling and doesn’t treat you like a muppet in the process.

Blue Eye Samurai is set from 1633 in Edo Japan after Westerners were banned from the country, a fact I did not know of. This is central to the main protagonist’s mission, she’s hell bent on killing the few remaining whites still lingering as an attempt to reconcile the impossible – a feeling of duty to maintain Japan’s culture from nefarious Western influence (and how right they were) with her impure status as a half white half Japanese half breed. This makes the use of English dialogue contradictory. More confounding still, some accents aren’t fully seated in their Americanization, there’s a twang, or indigenous accent deliberately added to some. It’s a peculiar inconsistency at first but eventually made sense within its own context, as it successfully aided characterization. Forgive me my inverted jingoism here, but there’s surely no way that a version of Blue Eye Samurai written in Japanese would feature Masi’s verbal diarrhoea. He’s there to supply levity, and as a loveable stock loser plotting his own path to heroism against all odds. His journey would feel more admirable if he didn’t talk too quickly in a stream-of-consciousness manner, an annoying quirk synonymous with the insufferably faux American dialogue found on a haughty TV drama series aimed at the middle classes.

Little doubt there’ll be those such as me who just aren’t good enough not to take aspects of Blue Eye Samurai uncritically at face value, or who will see it through the dishonest lens of contemporary identity politics. The chest binding and the gender ambiguity of the lead character (even though it has been common throughout history for women to masquerade as men for safety, and Blue Eye Samurai doesn’t shy away in showing how women were traded without say, often by relatives, for profit) will satisfy the woke crowd and trigger conservatives. No doubt some Vegan, tofu eating, tree hugging, pansexual, trans-identifying Guardian columnist will argue the lead character is a trans-man without knowing it. There’s no arguing with this kind of stupidity, when it’s Mizo’s mixed race which others her in this hyper-specific era of Japanese history, defined by an ethnic exceptionalism, that we in the West don’t associate with Japanese culture.

Ultimately, these are superficial, and in my case, idiotic, gripes and flaws for bozos to fixate over. All preoccupations are dissolved by beguiling animation combined with a ripping yarn. This is so good it cannot be denied. I thoroughly enjoyed that all influences are referenced unashamedly; Miyasaki’s design and attention to detail, borrowing Kill Bill’s female swordsman protagonist, spiffy training montages and music, Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai’s honour code and imperative, even the grimy, earthy aesthetic of Sekiro. The people who made this have the best of taste.

Crucially, and this does matter, Blue Eye Samurai appears to have been hand drawn, instead of rendered by some smug fat failed graphic designer incel twat who knows how to leverage video editors and AI to generate images with minimal effort. Digital production making things easier for Disney Studios to churn out identikit disingenuous fluff brings one advantage – it’s far easier to gravitate toward and appreciate the sincerity of animated pieces, such as Blue Eye Samurai, that have been produced in analogue with tactile means.

I binge watched all eight episodes of Blue Eye Samurai over a weekend. This feels particularly egregious given it was created by a group of very talented people who take pride in their craft and endured and poured everything they had into this. But it’s that acknowledgement which makes me wish they’d gone the extra mile and made it in the tongue native to its setting and era to reduce any incursion of unwelcome and nonsense forms of Western projection, including my own. It deserved an additional layer of authenticity to make it bulletproof from cultural ignorance and stupidity.

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Song Of The Day – Strong Out Deeper Than The Night by Les Rallizes Denudes

From the album “Club Citta February 17 1993” (2023)

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