A Review

Another well known blogging site blocked me for this review, so let's see how it this goes.


The Feeling have released two albums at this point, and are working on a third, though this appears to be taking longer than The Cure for Insomnia (obscure experimental film reference there. Never mind). Regardless, I’ve felt an urge to review something professionally for a while now, and ignoring my late night blabbering about Angel previously, this is my first proper attempt, at least to the general public.
Before I start, I have a confession to make. On occasion, I have put this album on and imagined a teen movie style storyline based around lyrics in the various songs. This was a bizarre romantic thing that I still wonder about to this day. I will however, NOT be sharing these thoughts with the public, as they weren’t really allowed in my head in the first place. Anyway, professionalism.
Track by Track:
I Want You Now: This is a typical album opener; anthemic, uplifting and as with many of the Feeling’s songs, very catchy. It’s a fairly standard pop rock type arrangement, but the delivery of Dan Gillespie Sells takes what could be a far poorer song and takes it somewhere else. He takes a vague storyteller approach for the verses, describing a relationship stagnated by everyday life from the viewpoint of one of the desperate lovers, with the chorus an outpouring of frustrated longing.
Never be Lonely: A single, and rightly so. What starts as an interestingly rhythmic, gentle number segues into some very 80s sounding piano and staccato vocals, which highlights Sells’ ability to make a few notes memorable. The high point, however, is the wonderful end section. Starting from a quiet acapella and building to a glorious sweeping ending with multilayered vocals, it’s an early high point.
Fill My Little World: This seems to have been written for a summer movie. The feeling of summer is throughout this song, from the cheery electric piano led introduction, to the lyrics, describing desires to “get away” to Spain, and the impassioned plea to “fill my little world right up”. It all feels like a teenage boy entreating a girl to like him, again not unlike a teen summer movie.
Kettle’s On: The first “downbeat” song on the album, “Kettle’s On” Is the first to make the most of the piano to provide a mournful tone, which suits the lyrics just fine. Sells appears to be opening himself up to someone, saying how “pouring out my heart isn’t usually my style”, but still speaking of how he is nothing without the person he is speaking to. Some of the piano work is chill-inducing, especially the fills in between verses, before the song becomes louder towards the end, to allow another glorious chorus room to shine.
Sewn: In this reviewers opinion, the finest song on the album. The acoustic guitar introduction builds into another soaring number, with some quality “Na na na”s from Sells and the band. Every part of this song is touching, but in an innocent way, simply stating the faults and qualities of the singer and the subject. While it is true that the lyrics mainly focus on love, and lost love, they are always perfectly suited to the music. There are more multilayered vocals at the end of this track, but they simply fade out to nothing in a beautiful and memorable way.
Could Have Been Anyone: Sadly, a rather bland track follows Sewn. A straight ahead pop rocker, with little to distinguish itself, save for some more original delivery from Sells.
Strange: This is certainly an underrated track. While the lyrics aren’t particularly meaningful, the quality of the vocals and instrumentation takes the song to a higher level, with the harmony vocals being at a particular high.
I Love it When You Call: The lead single, and indebted to late 70s/80s glam rock, from its electronic intro, to its opening guitar riff. The vocals again tell of a relationship ruined by everyday life, but in the sense of two friends too busy to see each other, rather than lovers. The guitar work on this track is excellent, with the retro twin harmony solo reminiscent of some Def Leppard tracks, or a poppier Bon Jovi.
Rose: Another more sombre track, driven by a lovely piano hook, and boosted by light guitars, though the piano is pushed more into the background as the song progresses. Unusually, this song is an ode to the wine of the songs name, explaining how it is a perfect blend of “the white to your left, and the red to your right”, which is incidentally one of the finest couplets on the album. Sadly, this song has now become a staple of god-awful shop radio covers, and one to be howled out by drunken vagabonds at open mike nights. Which is sad, because it’s a lovely song.
Same Old Stuff: Another forgettable (and overlong, coming in at almost 7 minutes) track, with a nice chorus, and some more fadeout harmonies, this time a gentle repeat of “sixty percent water”, which while incorrect, suits the theme of the song, that regardless of human differences, we are still ultimately “made of the same old stuff”.
Helicopter: While “Sewn” was the best song musically, “Helicopter” is the most fun. Starting out as a jaunty number, with whimsical lyrics similar in a way to Pink Floyds “Bike”, around the two minute mark, the song suddenly introduces massive hard-rocking guitars into the mix, and provides the kind of head banging action that would normally be sought from the likes of Queens of the Stone Age or any 90s hard rock band.
Blue Piccadilly: The closer and the source of the album’s title lyric. Another more mournful number, telling of how an acquaintance or previous lover of the singer gave up much of what she was in order to live a happier, more comfortable life. The singer is annoyed by this, but realises she is happy, and wishes her the best, before leaving her life. This is a truly epic song, with a pub-like sing-along towards the end and some excellent guitar and piano work. If you listen past the crowd noise at the end of the song, you can hear the hidden track “Miss You”, which is a wonderful little song, consisting only of piano and some more uplifting harmony vocals; and a perfect end to the album.
Well there you go, a “Serious” album review. Whatever you thought of it, I hope you at least found it useful for your album purchasing future. Thanks!

Life is better now.

My life has become much better as of today. I've had something on my mind for a while, and it's been slowly eating away until it was all I could think about. But I spoke to somebody who could help me, and now the problem has gone away. In some ways, perhaps the issue could have been resolved differently, and better for some parties, but this is absolutely fine and great and everything else that's good. Suddenly realising that a large part of my free time and social life has been opened up is one of the finest sensations I've felt in my short life.

Angel.

Thanks to the incredibly vague title offered, you may be confused as to what the contents of this post are. I'll save you the bother: It's the Buffy spin off Angel, in which the titular vampire "goes to L.A" in typical spin off style, though in this case it's not to take large amounts of cocaine and wake up every night with a different blonde girl next to him, stare at the camera, and kookily say "uh oh!" No, he's taking his tight fitting black tops and finely chiselled cheekbones to brood elsewhere. He also takes Cordelia from Buffy along for the ride, which allows her (whisper it) Proper Character Development. The first 9 episodes also feature Doyle, an Irish half-demon played by the excellent Glenn Quinn. But sadly, due to drug related problems, he's written about, only to be replaced by Wesley, another Buffy castoff, who again takes advantage of the new format to become a real person, not a shallow cliche. As for the actual format, Angel and pals now run "Angel Investigations", a supernatural detective agency, and solve all manner of ghostly mysteries and cooky adventures (Yes, that second one was a lie). The interesting thing about Angel is that it feels like a show in it's fifth season in the second episode, due to the fact that most of the characters come from another show. But this is why it's better than Buffy. Buffy had to put up with clunky early plotlines and some truly dreadful writing early on. Angel comes straight out of the box as a Proper Show, and barely lets up from there. Despite suffering from Joss Whedon's patented badpenultimateseasonitis, thanks to Connor, who is somehow more annoying that Dawn from Buffy, it's still an excellent show. I'm aware this meant very little, but I'm tired, and what do you expect from me, genuine effort? Professional Writing? This is the best you're getting, sunshine. And Moonshine, but that's another story.

What the 3DS should do.

The 3DS has a cool idea. People will probably buy it so they can tell people they have a 3DS, and take funny 3D pictures of their friends. But it's in danger of losing the serious gamer market. Except for Street Fighter, all the launch titles are somewhat casual and "fun", and we have to wait for a while longer before we get Resi Evil Mecenaries and Ocarina of Time 3D. But hear me out. What would really get people to buy this console as a gaming console would be to have a little chat with Nintendo's old friends Square Enix.

Seeing as Square seem to have removed the Playstation exclusive status from their main series FF titles (FFVIII, however poor, was on the Xbox as well as PS3), they could be willing to produce 3D remakes of Final Fantasies VII, VIII, IX and X. Imagine fighting Safer Sepiroth in glorious 3D, or Ultimecia achieving Time Compression around you. Even the brilliant handheld fighter Dissidia could make it on, followed by 0012 as well.

The mere idea of these games makes me want to buy a 3DS, but I think I'll be waiting until I don't have to sell the blood of my firstborn to do so.

Benevolent Dictator Needed

The angry American shouters are right; we do indeed live in a godless nation. However, this appears to be a good thing. From the decisions I’ve seen from our always white, always Christian leaders, the big chap with the big beard in the sky seems to be a bit of a twizzler.
Apparently he condones the banks taking massive amounts of money from the taxpayer to mess around with in the giant playground that is the financial sector, until the big nasty bullies come and take it from them, promising they’ll give it back, but they never do. But it’s OK for the silly little overgrown children; the nice government people will just wag their fingers, put a little cap on their million-pound bonuses and then leave them to carry on with playtime. Only there ISN’T ANY MONEY. The government have instead decided to take money from us, and raise our taxes rather than give out lunchtime detention to the banking sector. Additionally, we all apparently spend our lives stabbing each other and then joyously urinating over the corpses, so we all need to be caught on CCTV thousands of time a day. If crime rates haven’t risen for 15 years, then why capture hours of video of everyone in the country, unless it’s because you see the plight of the plebs as a really rather amusing reality television show in which you can control the outcome. It’s all a bit like sitting at home smacking yourself in the knee with a used heroin needle while listening to Oasis; it helps no-one.
Oh, and another thing. I was recently embarrassed in public by claiming crime rates were rising. I received this mistaken idea by watching BBC Breakfast, a delightfully fuzzy version of the world in which we are spoon-fed the governments spin on world events by two lovely smiley presenters. They would have us believe that half of British youth owns a knife and drink and take drugs while underage, which of course our parents and their parents didn’t do. No, not at all. What I’m trying to say is that the public isn’t stupid, and we aren’t going to take your lies, stupidity and general crap for too much longer. Just put Messyrs Fry or Clarkson in charge, and everything will be fine.
Good day to you all.

Teaspoon scraping time

Hello. I doubt you’re reading this, because if you’re a “Blogging person”, you’re probably off watching the Vlogs of people who you think have an opinion that matters.  Meanwhile, I’m sitting alone in my bedroom, crying tears of bitter happiness, safe in the knowledge I will never become one of those self important “people” that you all seem to love so much. I spend the time I use writing these posts to wonder at my own hypocrisy and lack of any right to say what I think. In fact, I just spelt hypocrisy wrong, and had to get my special computer friend to fix it for me.  The fact I write these words and make the videos I do makes me one of those people. However, because I am not accepted by the YouTube going public, I suppose I could be considered an underground guerrilla (yes, another spelling mistake there), fighting the forces of popular intertainment (my word) with tiny, barely seen videos and blog posts. Was I to suddenly receive an upsurge in popularity thanks to a recommendation from a popular Vlogging friend; I would immediately become the person I am writing about and sort of am now. The rank sadpocrisy of everything I am doing is enough for me to consider thrusting my keyboard into my eyes. That would of course be extremely silly; a keyboard of that size would cause little or no damage. Also it’s quite a nice keyboard, once you look past the coffee stains. There we are again. I admit I drink coffee. I may as well admit I own a coffee machine, perhaps name it, perhaps receive money to advertise the company, and then perhaps become a massive corporate sarcasm merchant who has no real reason to be so cynical, because he has three Cuban children at home waiting to massage his eyebrows. Teaspoon scraping time.

Hmm.

Hello Blogger!
 Hi Museotron!
So, can I customise my profile?
Sure thing.
Ok, I'd like to put a picture on my profile.
Oh no, I can't do that, you see, that would be helpful.
Oh, ok. Screw you then. Text only it is then.