Vincent Vocoder Voice – Vincent Vocoder Voice

Posted: 16/01/2014 in Album Review
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“Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.”

– John Steinbeck.

As always happens in January, you catch up with all the albums you missed last year. Sometimes rather good ones.

How Dare Anyone Anything Ever – is what glam rock should have been. Actually, The Birthday Party are what glam rock should have been. Which is what Brighton’s Vincent Vocoder Voice sound like – post-rawk. It sets the agenda perfectly. Obscure noises, spiteful arrangements, makes no concession for the listener.

Waving Up at You From Under the Ice – has that immediate nostalgic quality that shouldn’t exist in a song that’s only two months old. It has textbook dynamics and would be the biggest single ever if people that bought singles could think independently. By halfway through VVV have developed a few tropes. Namely going all Beautiful Child for about 10 seconds. The horror accentuates the prettiness.

A Cuntful of Wishesthat song title is just crass on an album this considered. It’s certainly antipodal to the sweet yet dissonant song. Much in keeping with the rest of the album it goes all sludge-pop to throw you off. I had to pause this at one point to check there wasn’t another song playing. Which is good value for money.

The Concrete Cancer – after a spell of sweetness and light ‘The Concrete Cancer’ gets all sparse noise-rock. It is exactly this detour that makes Vincent Vocoder Voice such an exciting band. It is also for that reason that they will never be massive.

The Unbearable Heaviness of Having – channelling Ian Dury through ‘Where is My Mind’ there is another incredible single residing here. Of course it is completely sabotaged by a completely incongruous downtuned noisy bit in the middle. Incongruous downtuned noisy bits are good. Not sure about “sucking in fiber but blowing out shit” as a stadium chant.

The Slow-creeping Cacophony of Compromise – slightly mathy guitar brings us gently, there is a feel of Kentuckians Slint and Bonnie Prince Billy. It’s very relaxing until a cardiac arrest wanders in and spoils it all.

A Sudden Catastrophic Deflation of Interest – remember when Blur used to mimic lo-fi America? Albeit in a rather home counties way. That was a long time ago now. You are getting old.

SuperHappyAdventureTime (Again) – for you non-musicians out there: songs are composed of chords. Most bands use the same chords all the time. If you deviate from the norm and use the 3rd and 6th, you get that nostalgic sound. The Pixies made a career out of it. That’s because it’s really good. Most bands aren’t really good. This song is really good.

MEMEMEMEMEMEMENOW – this is just about the wrongest song Beck never wrote. As wanton a deconstruction of the relaxed-second-last-song idiom, it is the only one I can think of and therefore the best. Was that Baudrillard name checked there? No further questions.

Da, Fort – There has been a faint whiff of Liars about for some time now. “Liars on acid”, fuck off.

  1. Tony says:

    Sucking in fibre, blowing out shit.

  2. Hi there, I read your blogs regularly. Your writing style is witty,
    keep up the goodd work!

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