Sometimes I wonder if I’m here – blurblog 2, leisure time to modern life

blurblog 2, second in our series on the long and tempestuous love affair between Britain and Blur. For blurblog 1 – go here.

Seymour, sorry, Blur, 1991. Photograph by Geoffrey Swaine/Rex Features

Writing this in 2012,  it’s astonishing to think how close Blur came to being a minor footnote in pop history, just another Airhead or Soup Dragons, with a single hit to their name followed by a rapid exit into the obscurity which is the fate of 99% of bands. Just as the Soup Dragons are most “famous” now because one of their members went on to become TV scientist Brian Cox, Blur could have become most “famous” because one of them went on to be a Labour MP. Because although Britain did fall in love with Blur in 1991, it was one of those brief infatuations that soon curdled into “what were we thinking?” scorn.

There are plenty of other websites and blogs recounting the early history of Blur, so we’ll be brief. We won’t dwell on Damon Albarn’s hippy childhood, his social discomfort in an Essex comprehensive school (which obviously shaped his uneasy songwriting relationship with the working class, his hunger to be embraced by the masses, while never quite preventing a sneer creeping over his features) or the outrageous musical talent he revealed from a frighteningly young age.

Others too have recounted Albarn’s pivotal meeting with Graham Coxon at school and discovery of Alex James at London’s Goldsmiths College, as well as the band’s early uncertain steps. It is worth briefly considering the band’s first name, Seymour, however. For decades, historians have entertained themselves by asking whether Adolf Hitler could have come to power and the horrors of WW2 unfolded if he had still gone by his family’s original name of Schicklgruber. Would the German nation have really been able to embrace the cry of “Heil Schicklgruber”? Similarly, could Blur have really become such a deep and engrained part of our pop life if they’d been called Seymour, could that name have been chanted across Hyde Park on Sunday instead of Blur?

Parlour games aside, the band got signed, and their label insisted on changing their name and rushed their first album, “Leisure”, into production. It’s worth taking a moment here to think about the musical world of UK indie which Blur emerged into 1990. If you weren’t around (lucky you!), close your eyes and picture a vast, muddy field, with only a few flowers blooming, far apart and forlorn. Got it? Then you’ve got British indie pop in 1990. Continue reading

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Britain and Blur – falling in and out of love for 20 years

‘There are blue skies in my city today’

Blur at Hyde Park on Sunday, under a recreation of the Westway.
Photograph: Christie Goodwin/Redferns via Getty Images

12 August 2012. An extraordinary fortnight of success and spectacle is drawing to a close. In the Olympic Village, the nation is showing its remarkable ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory with a kitschy, messy closing ceremony. Contrary to rumours, Kate Bush has not appeared live, while David Bowie has been present only in an absurdly truncated montage. The Kaiser Chiefs blundering through “Pinball Wizard”, Ed Sheeran strumming his dreary way through “Wish You Were Here” and the truly grisly spectacle of Russell Brand miming through “I Am The Walrus” (this time he should not be forgiven) have not compensated. The Pet Shop Boys and Annie Lennox have looked and sounded spectacular, but their brightness has only highlighted the surrounding dullness.

Just a few miles away in Hyde Park, something more wondrous is occurring. The Blur-curated “Best Of British” concert has proven better than that irksome title suggested. New Order and The Specials have reminded us of the restless innovation and the political bite that has characterised British pop since it first found its feet in the sixties. Now Blur are finishing a long and glittering set which has romped through the monster  hits (from “Girls and Boys” through to “Song 2”, dedicated to Mo Farah) and lingered over the laments (“End of A Century” through to the gorgeous new single “Under The Westway”). There have been reports that the sound is patchy in places, but for the many rammed close to the stage it has been a night of concentrated energy and emotion.

But now tonight is almost over, and maybe Blur too. A strange awareness that this could be Blur’s last performance, their last encore, hovers before sweet, sad strings fill the air, a melancholy waltz rhythm begins and Damon Albarn sings, hesitantly, “This is the next century”. It’s “The Universal”, Blur’s typically ambiguous hymn to British pop culture, a song about the nation’s desperate need to plug in (“satellites in every home”) and escape (“to karaoke songs how we like to sing along”). Then Albarn sings that soaring, sarcastic chorus, and a lyric about the dangled dream of the National Lottery – “it really, really, really could happen” – is for one moment at least a simple celebration of the remarkable and inevitably temporary explosion of positivity and unity generated by the Olympics. Albarn, so often viewed as clever and cold, chokes up. The crowd is lost in the mass jubilation that only huge pop concerts and sporting moments can create.

Yes, Blur love Britain, and Britain loves Blur. No other band have been so important, so central, to our pop life over the last two decades. Not Oasis, whose belligerent brilliance proved so brief. Not Radiohead, whose retreat from the mainstream has been simultaneously fascinating and frustrating. Not the fucking Kaiser Chiefs. Only Blur, only Blur. Continue reading

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The 2012 Olympic Closing Ceremony – how to burst a bubble

Pet Shop Boys at the Olympics closing ceremony – a rare highlight. Photo courtesy of London 2012.

Pop Lifer is on record as loving the left field opening ceremony in all its energy and eccentricity, particularly enjoying the moments when it celebrated British pop. The games themselves were just as thrilling, leaving us with indelible personal memories and images of national joy, from Jessica Ennis’ outstretched arms to Mo Farah’s radiant victory smile.

So when it was announced that the closing ceremony would focus on 50 years of British pop, and rumours circulated of appearances from unlikely and reclusive stars like Kate Bush, we allowed ourselves to indulge in some fantasising. We imagined a closing ceremony which really did explore pop’s past and present in a smart and imaginative way, starring true British icons and not just the most obvious or the most available. Kate was at the centre of our dream, but we also found room to imagine Annie Lennox singing “Sweet Dreams” with a furious Plan B guest rap, a triumphant reunion for the original line up of Massive Attack, the Pet Shop Boys given free reign to showcase their genius and a fitting finale of Bowie performing “Heroes.”

We knew it couldn’t live up to that but we really did hope Brand GB might follow on where Team GB had left off and close 16 days of glorious sport, back slapping and smiling on the Tube with a fitting goodbye. So would it be a hearty hug, warm smile and a telephone number swap or an awkward peck on both cheeks and a clumsy bash of heads?

Ouch. As Tim Jonze wrote on his live Guardian blog, halfway through proceedings: “Just think: two weeks ago the world thought we were rubbish at sport and great at music”. Not any more, was the implication. Because this was not a musical feast. It was more a ropy buffet at the end of a wedding: a few dried out bits of pitta bread, some wilted lettuce, a few bits of crumbly cake and some nice chicken if you were prepared to hunt for it. Continue reading

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We have a dream: our fantasy Olympic closing ceremony

Kate Bush, The Pet Shop Boys, Annie Lennox, Plan B, Massive Attack, Morrissey, Macca, Bowie, Blur, Dizzee, Calvin, Prodigy, Spice Girls, Depeche Mode, Goldfrapp, Ray Davies and The Stones. Our fantasy closing ceremony line up.

Kate Bush must appear tonight. This is not an idle threat. Image is cover of “Running Up That Hill”, courtesy of EMI Records.

We have a dream.

Anyone who has read this blog will be unsurprised to learn that tonight’s pop-themed closing ceremony has us gasping with excitement. If this blog hadn’t already been born less than a month ago, it would have to be now.

One of the many things Danny Boyle got right in his opening ceremony was the emphasis placed on pop culture generally and pop music specifically. Ever since the post-WW2 loss of Empire mercifully put us back in our place, pop music has been one of the few things we do really, really well, and if we must get all patriotic, there’s nothing we’d be happier waving flags about.

But as the rumours flew around over the last few days, as photographs leaked and big names were confirmed, our dream began to take shape. Our own, utterly biased, subjective and idiosyncratic idea of what out fantasy closing ceremony might look like, heavily influenced by the rumours. And it goes something like this…

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The really important Olympic contest – which countries flags are best?

During our Olympic adventures, Pop Lifer admitted we are easily stirred by a line of flags in the wind, the perfect visual symbol of all the world being in one place at one time. Like the games themselves, the fluttering flags assert each country’s own identity, while also reflecting the setting aside of petty nationalism in a great international endeavour.

But, also like the games, other more base instincts soon creep in. Yes, the collective good is all well and good. Yes, taking part is great. But, sod the collective United Nations hopey-changey thing, lets get competitive about this: what are the best flags?

And who better to answer this question than children, who are hopefully less likely to judge the flags based on cultural prejudice? That’s why, following their unforgettable time at the Olympics, Chris asked his two children (aged 9 and 6) for their ten favourites. Yes, flags may come with loaded with symbolism, political implications, and historical connotations, but they can be pretty too. So roll up and enjoy Pop Lifer Next Generation’s Flag Top 10, a celebration of nations great and small as expressed through a neat patterned rectangle.

Belarus: ‘We like the embroidery on the left.’

Kazakhstan: ‘The sun and the bird are lovely.’

Jamaica: ‘It’s cool.'(We think they may have projected the fastest man in the world on to the flag)

South Africa: ‘No other flag has colours like it.’

Hong Kong: ‘It has this white flower’.

Zambia: ‘It has this beautiful orange humming bird.’ (Humming bird?)

Bahamas: ‘It has all my favourite colours and is beautiful.’

Cyprus: ‘It has their own island on it.’

Albania: ‘The black swirly thing in the middle’ (For swirly thing, read ‘mythical two headed bird of prey’)

And the winner is…

USA: ‘They’re top of the medal table.’

So there we have it. The USA wins. Again. We’re changing the rules next time.

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New music ahoy – Bloc Party’s exhilarating “Four”, album review

Never let it be said that Pop Lifer doesn’t get things done. No sooner had we argued that Frank Ocean’s courage and exceptional new album deserved commercial success not punishment than it made number 2 on the Billboard 100. Just a few days after we called “West End Girls” one of the “UK chart’s most welcome and unusual number 1s”, Danny Boyle included it in his celebration of UK oddity at the Olympic opening ceremony and, now we’ve concluded our PSB blogging binge on their 20 greatest songs, they’ve been confirmed as closing ceremony performers: co-incidences? And just a fortnight after a defensive “rock’n’roll is NOT dead” t shirt on the tube got us worried and made us beg the rock scene for a really good “full throttle, adrenaline racing rock record” than one is duly delivered, from a highly unexpected source.

Because the new Bloc Party album “Four” is a rock beast of a record. It’s a shock in almost every way. Firstly, that it exists at all: the band might never have officially split, but Kele’s enthusiastic embrace of a dance solo career (and his sexuality) coupled with his bandmates being forced to take menial jobs to make ends meet (second guitarist in Ash? How demeaning!) suggested they’d parted ways permanently. Secondly, after a third album which delved ever deeper into the electronic, that it is such a raw, energetic and undeniably guitar-driven affair . Thirdly – and most importantly – because it sounds really fucking good.

From the moment “And So He Begins To Lie” lets rip, its obvious that Kele Okereke has remembered that Bloc Party is a band, not a backing band. Led by Russell Lissack’s gonzoid guitar, and featuring more drum rolls than your average Smashing Pumpkins gig, it’s an exhilarating blast of eye-bulging, rampant rock. It’s swiftly followed by the furious “3 x 3”, a song so sonically harsh and emotionally dark it could have been snatched from The Cure’s doomy masterpiece, “Pornography”. On the verses, Okereke channels Marilyn Manson’s rasp, while on the chorus he mutates into wailing Matt Bellamy: he sounds like he’s taken Adam Ant’s “ridicule is nothing to be scared of” dictum to heart, and that’s always a good thing.

This being the sensitive souls of Bloc Party, there are gentler moments too. Single “Day Four” is a lilting and lovely relief from the preceding savagery, moving gently forward like a lapping tide, soft but relentless. “Truth”, on the other hand, is a big warm indie hug of a song, Okereke’s sweet, sincere soul vocal carried along on a growling grunge bassline. “Octopus” sits somewhere between the harder and softer extremes, with it’s feverish verses and tightening snare of a chorus.

It’s not a terribly coherent album – its lurches of mood sounding like a band trying to find their feet again after a long period flat on their backs – and there are a few misfires, like the sixth-form-punk of “Kettling” (no good could come of a title like that). But no matter whether it’s being thoughtful or furious, it is definitely a proper rock record. At its best, the band sound like they are having a romp, and dragging the listener in with them.

Defensive t shirt man – you were right!

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