A Songwriter for Modern Day Ears

Colorado native Singer-Songwriter Canyon Letters releases her self-titled debut album. Based on what I read she claims that ‘…in the end words don’t matter, cause songs have to come from the heart’ but she could have fooled me as each word seems perfect in its place. I don’t suppose her English degree helped any.

Accompanied by just a guitar this amateur artist manages to move me with the least amount of musicianship combined with the greatest amount of emotional delivery. The music itself offers an interesting blend of pop & country and blues overtones with melancholy vocals that create an intimate listener experience.

Sometimes the musicianship is a bit thorny and in need of a metronome and the album’s production as a whole can stand to be tightened. However, the songs have a wondrous lyrical undercurrent of living legends, each worthy to be praised and cherished. I particularly enjoyed the melodic and haunting rhythm in Cup of Faith, the forcefulness of the guitar really drives home the poignant last line “yes, I take tequila in my cup of faith”.

Canyon Letters continues to deliver catchy vocal melodies in this album whether trying to change the world with her wordy but reflective track “One For All” or remind the world that life goes on in the inspirational track “Moveable”. The depths of her sultry and powerful vocals really shine through on “It’s Just a Memory” and “Where Are You”; full of despair, these two tracks are atmospheric and unfold more compellingly at night. It should be noted that the classical accompaniment on these two pieces are striking and have their own vulnerability.

Heartfelt and genuine, Canyon Letters songwriting talents are reminiscent of the entrancing Mazzy Star and profound Tracy Chapman. Overall I would like to hear better production and more musical elements in the tracks but for a debut album the songs are impressive and mesmerizing.

About the Author: Matthew Godwin Sophomore at CUDenver
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Stalking Ella Scott

Indie pop-punk band Stalking Ella Scott hail from the harsh North-West coast of Tasmania, Australia. With a sound reminiscent of The Kooks and a front man reminiscent of Jim Morrison, the distinctive sound and style of this little known gem from Australia make them a force to watch for in the future.

The three-piece consists of Vocalist/Guitarist Alex Grant, Bassist Luis Fantarella and Percussionist Aiden Stalker (his real name). Starting out in high-school, the band failed to find a strong footing in the industry for several years but after the departure of original front man Jeremy Scott in late 2009 they became more confident on stage and meshed better as group during performances.

Currently in production of their first album, which is slated for a late November release, the band has found acceptance and strong support in the small coastal music scene. When asked for comment over the first album front man Alex Grant remained tight lipped though percussionist Aiden was more open to comment: “We’ve had some set backs and it’s coming along slowly.” Bassist Luis also commented, “We’re coming along and it’ll be out soon, we’re just having some trouble getting it together.”

With looks and a similar off-stage presence to that of Jim Morrison, front man Alex sets a distinctive figure. Standing at a thin built 6’1, his post-hippy shoulder length hair and signature faded flairs seem almost ironic given his casually sarcastic and misogynistic attitude. Alex would not make for such a likeable character if it were not for a certain natural charisma and sex appeal.

Bassist Luis is almost acts as a mid-point between the casual Alex and the more straight set Aiden. Straddling the fine line between lovable and kinda seedy, the hairy Italian is the cornerstone of the group. The peaceful and calm natured exterior covers a determined and strong competitive streak as well as an almost genius level intellect. The well read and well informed Bassist gives off an elegant and Santana-esque vibe on stage.

Percussionist Aiden is a loveable and multi-faceted performer, with an amazing understanding of music. A strong and somewhat stoic individual, he makes for a perfect counter point to Alex and shows a true connection to bassist Luis, the two are almost inseparable during interviews.

Stalking Ella Scott is definitely a group to look out for, and a purchase of their album seems like a good investment.

Written by A. Eustace.
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Just Another Boyband

Okay, so the title of this blog is the title of a song by a band which I am shame-faced to admit I have become more than obsessed by over these past months – The Midnight Beast. If you are unfamiliar with said band I’ll give you a brief synopsis:

The comedy/lyrical genre singer/songwriters from London, consisting of Ashley Horne, Stefan Abingdon and Dru Wakely reached their present level of notoriety/celebrity after their parody on Youtube of Ke$ha’s ‘TiK ToK’. Having had (understandably – it was pure genius) more than 7 million hits on that particular song, gave them the confidence in their already existing fan base to start producing more and more parodies, mixed in with the occasional original ditty. They have now started hitting the mainstream, with their debut single ‘Booty Call’ being played on Radio 1, and having made appearances at the Reading festival.

My opinions of the band up until this point have been nothing but glowing, and a close friend and I (who incidentally shares my passion for all things TMB) have managed to listen to their entire collection of songs at least once a day – without fail. This is not including scouring Youtube for little titbits of interviews, behind the scenes band footage and tweeting them incessantly. In fact, as shameful as this is to recall, it comes as a major relief to write a candid admission of such an addiction. Bit like the AA, really..

Anyway, I digress.. What I was trying to say, was that The Midnight Beast are currently enjoying their first UK tour, and the Monday just gone my friend and I were coaching up to Bristol to see them live for the first time. Now, you can imagine, having read the previous paragraphs how ecstatic, anticipatory and elated we were in the knowledge that we were going to be meeting our future husbands, it was built up beyond belief. So we arrived at Thekla in Bristol at around 7pm, all psyched up, only to be faced with a queue lining up the whole street, heaving with squealing 14 year olds drinking alcohol out of coke bottles and spinning around. We knew it was a 14+ gig when we booked the tickets, but we weren’t prepared to be faced by so many of our former selves.

However, outside was just the tip of the iceberg.. It was when we finally managed to squeeze in to the venue, that things started to go wrong. The warm-up band was Aggro Santos, who incidentally was absolutely marvellous – but after he’d finished his set, it was like a man-eating rhino had just made an appearance at the back of the venue and suddenly everyone scrambled, pushed, elbowed, poked and surged in an attempt to reach the front of the stage.

I know what you’re thinking, “That’s what all gigs are like, man up..” Well, no. I won’t. It was absolutely impossible to enjoy the occasion whilst you were closed in by sweaty bodies, writhing and grinding, to the point of complete incapacity. The worst thing was, however, and this is going to make me sound hateful – but it’s that my friend and I felt a certain superiority over these little girls, we were their true fans – we could relate to them, we felt as if we knew them.

Their set lasted around an hour, the fact they had executed all their songs to perfection, entertaining and as gorgeous as ever only made it all the more heart-breaking that I couldn’t enjoy them to the full extent. I should’ve realised they were just a band who played songs, and had worked hard to get to the point they were at now. Even if it meant they had to cater for a prepubescent, irritating fan base.. Some strange part of my brain feels as though the amount I value and adore them makes me entitled to special treatment, which I am struggling to realise is very far from reality.

On a closing note, the title of this blog has more relevance than you may have realised ’til now. The lyrics of the song in question, are scathing about the stereotypical boyband ethos. During live performances, the gimmick is that one of them fucks up throughout the whole song, which inevitably has comedic value, but ultimately – the joke’s on them, they are a living oxymoron, don’t they realise that they’ve fallen into the trap of catering for the mindless, ubiquitous mini-fan, when their appeal should be aimed at the discriminating adult.

About the Author: Just an opinionated 18 year old, residing in Oxford.
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John Gillette – “All Bad” Music Review

Artist: JOHN GILLETTE
Release: “All Bad”
Genre: Hip-Hop/R&B/Dance/Pop
Label: MegaStar Records
www.MegaStarRecords.net

Reviewer: Spike Mietzon

Been there – done that. Is this dance music déjà-vu?

I like retro sounds but “All Bad” is a collection of derivative dance tracks that are little to close to what other artists have recently put out (and I’m talking about in just the last year or two). While imitation may be the highest form of flattery it’s not a strong place to begin your career from. Not if you’re trying to leave your own mark in the music business because you only end up eating other artists’ dust at the end of the day.

The beats are tired, the production is cookie cutter like and John Gillette’s voice is over processed. While there are some catchy choruses you’ve heard them all before and they sounded better the first time you did. Nothing thought provoking here I’m afraid.

People, if you’re going to make a record then make your own record and don’t just try to sound like what was hot yesteryear. That’s my advice. Nice try Mr. Gillette et al, but no cigar!

About the Author: Spike Mietzon has been writing for various music publications throughout the years.
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M2M - The Day You Went Away

The Day You Went Away Lyrics

Well I wonder could it be
When I was dreaming 'bout you baby
You were dreaming of me
Call me crazy, call me blind
To still be suffering is stupid after all of this time

Did I lose my love to someone better
And does she love you like I do
I do, you know I really really do

Well hey
So much I need to say
Been lonely since the day
The day you went away
So sad but true
For me there's only you
Been crying since the day
The day you went away

I remember date and time
September twenty second
Sunday twenty five after nine
In the doorway with your case
No longer shouting at each other
There were tears on our faces

And we were letting go of something special
Something we'll never have again
I know, I guess I really really know

The day you went away
The day you went away

Why do we never know what we've got 'til it's gone
How could I carry on
The day you went away
Cause I've been missing you so much I have to say
Been crying since the day
The day you went away

The day you went away
The day you went away
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