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Post by rmichael on Mar 3, 2012 8:48:22 GMT -5
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Post by obi on Mar 3, 2012 10:23:07 GMT -5
Thats such a great video - lets hope more was taped and get audio recordings too.
Anyone know of any plans to pro-shoot and record any of the shows from this tour?
Imagine a professional dvd of one of these shows.
God, the mind bends and the pulse quickens....
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Post by rmichael on Mar 3, 2012 10:35:28 GMT -5
Thats such a great video - lets hope more was taped and get audio recordings too. Anyone know of any plans to pro-shoot and record any of the shows from this tour? Imagine a professional dvd of one of these shows. God, the mind bends and the pulse quickens.... What a gorgeous idea... |
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Post by kyselina on Mar 3, 2012 10:40:30 GMT -5
Thats such a great video - lets hope more was taped and get audio recordings too. Anyone know of any plans to pro-shoot and record any of the shows from this tour? Imagine a professional dvd of one of these shows. God, the mind bends and the pulse quickens.... What a gorgeous idea... I've been thinking of asking Mark if he would ever do that; given the success of the live CDs, a live DVD would probably be a huge hit. |
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Post by obi on Mar 3, 2012 10:43:13 GMT -5
Yeah and he can include his full unedited video response to our questions as a bonus!
Seriously, if anyone here is close to Mark's people, can we get some answer on that?
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Post by rmichael on Mar 3, 2012 10:48:08 GMT -5
Yeah and a special bonus featurette with multiple responses to your questions, "out of respect" LOL  |
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Post by obi on Mar 3, 2012 10:49:17 GMT -5
Yeah and a special bonus featurette with multiple responses to your questions, "out of respect" LOL Oh, that goes without saying, of course! ;D |
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Post by cuic2412 on Mar 3, 2012 12:13:13 GMT -5
Hi, I taped this video. Actually I recorded 10 songs. They're being uploaded right now to Youtube. Here's my channel : www.youtube.com/cuic2412Have fun with them ! |
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Post by deborah77 on Mar 3, 2012 13:05:57 GMT -5
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Post by obi on Mar 4, 2012 3:36:13 GMT -5
Thanks, but thats 2 years out of date mate..... |
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Post by rmichael on Mar 4, 2012 3:56:12 GMT -5
oooops
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Post by obi on Mar 4, 2012 12:12:31 GMT -5
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Post by doomed on Mar 4, 2012 20:10:22 GMT -5
Creeping Coastline is perfect so far, deborah77! Thank you. |
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Post by doomed on Mar 4, 2012 20:13:34 GMT -5
So is Sleep With Me - perfect. Sublime. Thank you.
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Post by deborah77 on Mar 5, 2012 0:37:42 GMT -5
thanks a lot !
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Post by rmichael on Mar 5, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -5
do we have this one yet? sorry if I doublepost...  |
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Post by rmichael on Mar 5, 2012 9:17:21 GMT -5
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Post by rmichael on Mar 6, 2012 4:55:04 GMT -5
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Post by rmichael on Mar 6, 2012 5:21:35 GMT -5
and another live review:...keep reading...even if you feel like punching the author nellybeeatch.livejournal.com/39931.html Musik: Blues Funeral - Mark Lanegan Live/album review (yes I still do those occasionally. Fuck off & die): Mark Lanegan Band, 4th March Well. You know what I'm going to say here, right? Mark Lanegan, grizzled grunge-era survivor & lead growler with the terminally-underrated Screaming Trees... Gah. It's so predictable, talking about Mark Lanegan. The same clichés that I used to describe him in 2001 & 2003 ring truer than ever, helped by his almost comic reticence to communicate any other way than via the one medium he can control completely: his music, whether on record or live. So, for the uninitiated, he's the big scary bloke who sounds like Johnny Cash & Leonard Cohen's love-child, the one in Queens of the Stone Age who used to pop out of the dry ice & growl mournfully over songs like Song for the Dead & In the Fade before disappearing back into the murk once his front-duties were over. Yes, he spent twenty years with the kind of drug habit that most don't walk away from. Yes, he recorded those weird (but brilliant) evil/twee country/pop records with Isobel Campbell out of Belle & Sebastian. & yes, he once beat the shit out of both the Gallagher brothers. For the latter reason alone, I contend, he deserves to have a place as more than a footnote in rock history. But one thing to note is that the big bruiser, if he hasn't learned any new tricks per se, then he seems genuinely willing to fine-tune the only thing he wants to give to the world, his music, despite its deep roots in pre-rock musical forms; I mean, he's unlikely to do a concept album using vocoders & with Alex Da Kid on production duties, but on stuff from the new album, Blues Funeral, you can tell he seems determined not to get stuck in a rut, at least musically. (An aside: snobby rock hacks normally take this opportunity to berate Lanegan's rather limited lyrical range -- basically: drugs, love, sex, religion, sorrow, street low-life & trippy shit. This is because rock hacks are to a person utter cunts, who, if Chekhov were alive & writing depressing Russian electro-pop rather than depressing short stories, would complain long & loud about his rejection of heroic values & demand that he start writing songs about how great sunshine is & how you should just be happy with your lot in life or something. As I said, cunts.) I think it's not too much to say that after all this time, it's obvious that the bloke only wants to talk about those things. Which, I think, is fine. You should be judged on the quality of your work, not the genre or tropes which you use to express it, or rather, it's what you do with those tropes that matters, & with Lanegan, he rarely slips into cliché. Tracks such as Harbourview Hospital & Quiver Syndrome glisten with an electro sheen that recalls nothing so much as, well, your dad getting a copy of Pro Tools for Christmas. The effect is quite startling, as he has basically looked at the problem of how to remain "Mark Lanegan" (which is obviously more important to the fella than selling records, being liked or anything else for that matter) & yet experiment, & the answer seems to be to modify his traditional backing, drawn from stoner metal, 60s psychedelia, the aforementioned pre-rock musical forms (folk, country, blues, Gospel) & the odd bit of shouty punk, with threads of synthesizer, washes of drum machine, DFA label-esque electro flourishes &, occasionally, great big gobs of backwards echo/phasing effects. He's managed to find a modern way to express his love of psychedelic music, a love that has been a component of his sound (one that people have ignored) since at least the Screaming Trees' Uncle Anaesthesia back in... Fuck knows. 1990-something. I can't be bothered to look it up. Look, this is the Internet, go fucking look it up yourself. I'm on a roll, here. It's CTRL-T, then type it in. Yes. Right. Good. Okay. But the crowning achievement of his new tendency to re-tool his trippy & brooding (or broody & tripping) lyrical tendencies has to be Ode To Sad Disco, a six-&-a-half minute thumper based around a skirling electro pulse & a drum machine beat that you could even call danceable. Over & through the narcotised washes of synth, his croon sounds like it was meant to be nestled here, in sinister yet still somehow upbeat electronica, all these years. Live, it all seems so obvious. Backed by a fantastic band made up of bit-players from the Queens, grizzled veterans from the Desert Sessions -era & new guns for hire, the disparate musical components are welded together into something cohesive; new songs slot easily into a set drawn from the 90s blues & soul cover record, I'll Take Care of You, from crowd-favourite Bubblegum's more harsh stoner-rock, with occasional excursions into the more trippy moments from the criminally underrated Field Songs. Through it all, clad all in black, he says little more than a guttural "Thank you" twice, pauses just long enough to let the rapturous applause subside before launching into another number, & generally lives up to his reputation as grizzled rock'n'roll outsider outlaw. See, the thing is, when he opens his maw & lets rip in that surprisingly subtle, careworn & battered baritone, you could forgive him for anything. It's one of the most instantly recognisable voices in modern rock, an adaptable yet always sincere weapon that can turn from velveteen growl to blistering animal-left-in-a-cave roar. When you sound like this, ninety per cent of performers would be happy to churn out the same schtick over & over. Lanegan has decided not to, instead courting disbelief & opprobrium, modifying his essential sound without losing what makes him unique. The band play for a solid two hours, the crowd goes fucking nuts at every song, & some people even start a bit of a pit between the electro pulsing of the new songs & the thick riffage of the old. In-between, we stare, awe-struck, devotees to not just one of rock's few remaining genuine dark lords, but one of rock's few genuine fucking anythings. He is an awesome talent, he is mature enough artistically to experiment gently in search of better expressing that which is important to him, & he's so authentic he makes Bruce Springsteen look like Justin fuckin' Bieber. More importantly, he's fucking good. No, scratch that, he's fucking great. He is a treasure, & we will not see his like again. |
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Post by rmichael on Mar 6, 2012 8:14:31 GMT -5
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Post by Grumpella on Mar 6, 2012 22:49:54 GMT -5
That review is hilarious, why would I punch the author? I think i might get into a fight with the author, us against a crowd of hipsters, and I think we'd win easily.  |
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Post by rmichael on Mar 7, 2012 0:30:30 GMT -5
I didn't like the beginning...hey but that sounds cool, we'd totally win, hahaha
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Post by rmichael on Mar 7, 2012 12:37:09 GMT -5
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Post by rmichael on Mar 7, 2012 13:10:29 GMT -5
Reviews: Mark Lanegan at Bristol Academy
in READING AND LEEDS FESTIVAL by admin — March 6, 2012 11:21 am | no comments
In February, Mark Lanegan released ‘Blues Funeral’ to a resounding critical acclaim. His first solo effort in 8 long years, and already a contender for ‘Album of the Year’, and this tour will be the first airings of his superb new effort. Needless to say the anticipation in the Academy is high. However for the past 8 years Lanegan has made a name for himself by lending his vocal talents to other artists (Isobel Campbell, Queens Of The Stone Age, Bomb The Bass, UNKLE etc the list goes on and on) so it seems only logical that the support tonight are another of his family of contributors.
Creature With The Atom Brain start with a small crowd of beer drinking and ‘devout must-be-at-the-front-barrier-for-lanegan-ers’, but the crowd soon grows as their set kicks into gear. They play for half an hour, taking the majority of their set from 2009’s ‘Transylvania’. It’s a storming set, and the band are as tight as any band i’ve ever seen. Their set is infectious enough to garner and ever expanding crowd of foot-stompers, head-bobbers and body-swayers. ‘I Rise The Moon’ is a crowning piece in their set, the Millionaire influence clearly on show. They are perfect opener for Lanegan, and their set received a warm ovation upon their leaving. The only minor disappointment was the lack of Mr. Lanegan singing on the title track of their last album (of which he does on the album), but this is only a minor drop in a sea of desert rock groove.
After a short wait the lights go down again and the crowd begins to cheer (one guy instantly begins screaming for ‘Track 9’). After a second or so delay the man himself graces the stage. Walking out with a swagger only reserved for the coolest few, and then a second of silence. The room then begins to quiver as his cigarette ravaged voice breaks in to ‘When Your Number Isn’t Up’. Lit by a dim, and sedated red light, there isn’t might in the way of show here, but this isn’t about that. This is about Lanegan and THAT voice. The voice that now rasping its way through a new track, becoming the audience to ‘Sleep With Me’. A duo of new and old hit singles in ‘The Gravediggers Song’ and ‘Hit The City’ have the crowd erupting in applause, and these songs sounds truly fantastic live. There is a great mix of old and new here, even including a Screaming Trees cover for the older fans (of which there are many).
Mark stays largely motionless throughout the gig, gripping the mic stand like a life support machine, only braking his grasp when the music stops. He is a very daunting and ominous stage presence, with a power and effortless cool. At the end of each song he would nod to the crowd to signal the end of clapping… complete control. During Bubblegum favorite ‘Wedding Dress’ some over excited fans throw some call-cards on stage, he slowly glances down at them with a look that would scare the living shit out of Chuck Norris.
A guitarist who looks spookily like Johnny Cash. Forget Dylan Goes Electric, this is Cash goes Batshit. He thrashes at the guitar with a vigor and technical proficiency that few will ever master. His work on ‘Tiny Grain Of Truth’ and ‘Riot In My House’ are most noticeable as he generates a an epic sense of of grandeur. He wins the MVP award for the Band part of the Mark Lanegan band.
During the set it becomes apparent that his newer music a more uplifting tenor than previous efforts. Especially live, songs like ‘Ode To Sad Disco’ and ‘Harbourview Hospital’ really have a sense of uplift to them. (As a side note here, Harbourview Hospital was apparently the aforementioned Track 9, guy went ballistic). It seems that for now at least his more moody sound might be on sabbatical. As uplifting as they are they mix incredibly well with the old with the older mooder songs creating a strange oxymoronic state of Happy/Sad (to reference a Lanegan favorite in Tim Buckley). After the mandatory encore, he returns to play ‘Tiny Grain Of Truth’ and ‘Methamphetamine Blues’ both receive thunderous applause.
Overall this was a fantastic gig, his music and presence is utterly mesmerizing. The music moulds effortlessly around the vocals, forming a bludgeon which knocks one into a complete state of complete flux. A great gig is topped off by the man himself waiting behind after the gig to sign merch. A very good night.
… and as an extra titbit for Reading Festival fans, at the meet and greet after the show I approached the topic of a potential Reading appearance this year. He gave a wry smile and said “we’ll almost definitely be there”. That for what you will…
For more information about Reviews: Mark Lanegan at Bristol Academy please visit Reading and Leeds Festivals » Features.
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Post by scarfaceclaw on Mar 8, 2012 2:13:45 GMT -5
and another live review:...keep reading...even if you feel like punching the author nellybeeatch.livejournal.com/39931.html "& yes, he once beat the shit out of both the Gallagher brothers. For the latter reason alone, I contend, he deserves to have a place as more than a footnote in rock history." Anyone have any more info on this - all I can find is that he once had a disagreement (as opposed to "beating the shit out of") with Liam on the 96 Trees/Oasis tour? |
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