Thursday, 21 June 2018

Yuan Mekong Dead Channel Review






Dead Channel by Yuan Mekong is an album for the oddities among us. The opener “This is the Future of Murder” is a rough visceral electronic song.  It sounds like it is recorded with old rusted electronic instruments, with leaking corrosive batteries; they are old and broken, but have an altered sound. The music can be perceived as horror film music or the soundtrack to a grim dystopia. “Hexbox” for example with its subterranean subway theme, is music to make you paranoid in this overwhelming digital age. “The Last Rave Feat H.M” lifts the mood a bit, cyberpunk noir with fuzzy synth beats. One of the highlights is “We Only Take it For the Comedown” the musical equivalent of being in Cumbernauld after an Ecstasy trip in the neglected concrete labyrinth. Overall, Dead Channel is very experimental, for those who want bit of strange dissonance in their lives and music it’s three-album choices. Dead Channel, Silent Hill 2 Soundtrack, or “the Complete Works of Edgar Varese.”  Take your pick.

Stuart Ritchie

Monday, 18 June 2018

Jeff Beck Glasgow Royal Concert Hall Review






After many years I finally got the chance to see Jeff Beck live. The front row was great; it is like being up close for a guitar lesson you don’t want to miss. The support act Colin Macleod was refreshing; he is like electrified traditional music. Jeff arrived on stage with quiet reserve, launching into his organic gritty blues licks. The song “Nadia”, showed Jeff’s mimicry of a Indian vocal on guitar, it was an amazing sight to behold; it’s not about speed it’s about control, Jeff has complete control of the guitar. “Cause We Ended as Lovers” was a sublime performance; Jeff has evolved the song since its recording on Blow by Blow in 1975. “Superstition” was a pleasant surprise along with “You Shook Me” and nice cover of Hendrix’s song “Little Wing”. Certain times in the gig the background was similar to the “Red Room” from the cult TV show Twin Peaks; it suited the concert giving it a strange vibe. His current line-up was excellent with Vinnie Colaiuta on drums, Rondha Smith on bass, Jimmy Hall on vocals and Vanessa Freebairn-Smith on cello. Jeff Beck is a man of few words, not one for idle banter, his focus is on the guitar and his music. After seeing him live I have only one thought, I really need to put more work into the guitar.

Stuart Ritchie

Saturday, 2 June 2018

Another Seven Days on Spotify or How I Discovered a Musical Microverse






The charm is starting to wane from Spotify now. The joy of discovering a new album has been replaced with ho-hum. Every innovation it seems loses its wow factor after a while. While browsing a newspaper I discovered Spotify is an instrument of measurement of the UK chart system. Looking at this week charts the current number one had 3.8 million streams. Upon further investigating I found out a few more things about Spotify.

Looking into the chart system, it takes over a 150 streams to be counted as one sale. Now if you divide the 3.8 million by the 150 you get approximately 253.333 thousand sales accounted for. Compare this to Wonderwall by Oasis; I don’t even like the song or the band but I can’t argue with the sales. Wonderwall sold 1,995,940 as a single making it x3 times platinum. The funny thing is it only reached number two in the UK charts; held off by the Simon Cowell produced drivel I Believe by Robson & Jerome. Its living proof that a glorified tea boy knows nothing about music but how to sell shoddy singles that’s bought by masses only to end up in a charity shop or a landfill. This shows music has vastly shrunk in sales compared to over twenty years ago. There is so much music we cannot digest and we now have the choice to no longer have to follow the top 40 which is sadly nothing but disposable fast food music.

This can be a rigged game for record companies, the established artists storm up the charts with no real opposition, the real songs are trampled underfoot by the juggernaut of big business; except it’s not big business, not even a fraction of what it was two decades ago. However, this could turn into a Gordon Gekko level of corruption from inside the music industry. Let’s suppose you’re a CEO of a record company and you want to ensure you have a number one single for your latest workhorse. You’ve spend ridiculous amounts on promotion and music videos; but it’s not enough is it? You want it to be a blockbuster with no competition for that “fabled” top spot. There is a loop hole in Spotify streaming that could be taken advantage of if you were a bold criminal; let’s face it most record company executives are. Spotify have a 30 second rule for a stream to count. So what is to stop any record company offering money for an employee to spend all day listening to the same song for thirty seconds to boost sales numbers? Nothing, if they were even bolder, why not have room full of employee’s doing that to boost the sales of your gilded turd of a single. I now feel like Leo Bloom, Gene Wilder’s character from the timeless classic The Producers. I’ve maybe given them the idea just now.

This is bleak for any music fan who wants to hear real, authentic artists and songs. Record companies will always have the advantage, the publicity, and size to make music and artists the way they see fit to make; sadly, it’s the musical equivalent of a Morris Minor. They are exceptions to the rule though. Gerry Cinnamon is embarking a on a UK tour with no major record company support, selling out venues on the strength of nothing but pure talent, drive and determination.

The music industry has now become a niche business now; profitable to a lucky few. It went from 20.7 billion in 2005 to 15 billion in 2015. If you want further proof of the shrinkage, let us look at 1994 back to back with 2014. The biggest selling album of 1994 was Ace of Base the Sign. Sales in the North American market were $3,808,000. The biggest album of 2014 was the Frozen soundtrack with an impressive $3,050,000 still 758 short of Ace of Base’s album, which is largely forgotten now. The second biggest selling album of 1994 was Counting Crows August and Everything After with a sales of $2,917,000. Beyoncé self-titled record had the second biggest selling album of 2014 with a surprising $716,000. It’s still a lot but not even close to Counting Crows numbers.



The problem with digital music is there is just so much of it readily available to you; trying to listening to three or more albums in one day is a challenge. I learned through this experiment with Spotify, music is meant to be consumed one album at a time; or you risk frying your brain. Digital music is just so constant and changing it can overwhelm you. There is just so much out there and growing every day, even now albums, singles, EP’s are being uploaded. It’s a never-ending stream; it might be bigger but its potency is diminishing.

Friday, 25 May 2018

Seven Days on Spotify or How I Almost Drowned in a Sea of Music






This was all part of an experiment I did that bloomed into something a whole lot more. I was apprehensive about starting Spotify as I thought it would cost money, after finding out it didn’t I promptly set up an account. When I was finally logged in a whole world of music awaited me.


The first thing I will say is the pros about Spotify. They had nearly every album I have been looking for in record shops for about a decade at a click of a button. The first test was the Caddy shack soundtrack, which to my delight they had. Out of my vast list of albums to find and own they didn’t have the following Neverland’s self-titled debut album from 1992, Psycho 2 and 3 soundtracks and the Red Hot Chilli Pepper’s song Set It Straight.

The entire stream of constant music was like a sensory overload; the only way I could cope with it all was to go with the flow. Through this I discovered many things; a remix of Bjork’s Human Behaviour that sounded better than the album version in my opinion, finally getting to hear the recorded version of Father’s Song by Prince from Purple Rain, William Shatner taking a ride on the Silver Machine and the 77 Halloween concerts of Frank Zappa. I was consumed by it, everything I wanted to hear was there awaiting me to click on it.

The main advantage of Spotify is the space it saves for a compulsive music lover. It was one of the reasons I finally considered getting Spotify, was the lack of space. To paint a picture, imagine a room that has the shadowy visage of the New York skyline made out of piles and piles of CD’s and you get the idea. I used to buy at least a few albums a day on my daily hunts in charity and record shops. I needed the space Spotify is the temporary answer.

Another redeeming feature is the fact you can take it anywhere on your phone, making I pods and possibly I Tunes seem like BBC Micro Computers by comparison. In addition, you can go premium for a fee and have no ads but I didn’t mind the ads.

Within the first few days, I figured this opens the playing field to new bands and artists then I looked at the streaming hits of the acts that have backing advertising etc to acts that barely have a thousand plays. In the constant stream of music, some bands I did enjoy listening to are barely a blip on the screen compared to the so-called hip and popular “Taylor Swift” & “Ed Sheeran” who have a ridiculous amount of streaming hits. However, having a closer microscopic look at the streaming side I discovered it doesn’t pay as well as you would think. BBC Radio One has £37.76 as the average payment per play. On Spotify’s payroll, it’s far worse; an extremist low-level pay. From January 2016, it is $0.00022288 per stream and that is just for the regular service. The premium numbers are $0.00066481per stream not much better.

 So if we use our maths skills it would take about 150,419 streams to earn $100. As Ed Sheeran is the most streamed artist on Spotify with around 3, 1 billion so far.  Working out his earnings on the regular streaming service, Ed earns $690,928, which is an insane amount of money for streaming, but it isn’t even in the ballpark for the money radio royalties has. So for the average band they will be earning a mere pittance off Spotify. They might be a vast torrent of music but there is a flaw. It seems only the popular radio artist’s benefit from the service; it’s an overgrown allowance for select artists on top of their airplay royalties.  It operates like a third world system of music; it only seems to benefit certain parties while  other less popular artists work barely makes them 50p. It should all be equal pay but then again screwing artists has never gone out of fashion.

Spotify makes its money from mainly advertising revenue and a paid subscription tier; advertisers pay money for exposure during songs of non-premium users for income. But ironically Spotify struggles to make money and many analysts have speculated the end of free streaming on not only on Spotify but YouTube as well, I don’t see this happening without a fight in the future.

The main thing Spotify can’t replace is actually owning the album, the joy of holding physical copy. With Spotify you can’t go over the liner notes soaking up the kernels of information contained in them; the instruments used, where and when it was recorded, the musicians involved, the personal thanks from the band, stories about the song, the lyrics to read while listening and the artwork. Spotify cannot give you the experience of that.

Despite the innovation of Spotify, it will take a lot of time for it to create a sustainable income that can help artists thrive and not just benefit the artists who have had millions in advertising to get them ahead of their “competition.” I noticed recently on buses Ads for Spotify, and I thought to myself. For a company that is supposedly losing money. Could they have not used the money to actually pay royalties to artists who needed it? Instead of plastering, All Saints & Phil Collins faces on the side of buses.

 For your cult, niche and new bands and solo artists the best way to support them is to buy the album physically, but most people sadly want it free. This musical sea may be vast, deep, and alluring but there is always a price to it.

Stuart Ritchie

Saturday, 19 May 2018

Gerry Cinnamon Erratic Cinematic Review






Gerry Cinnamon is living proof real music isn’t dead. Battling against the twisted machinations of the record industry; he has a voice and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. “Erratic Cinematic” his debut album isn’t just a debut; it’s a statement. With its iconoclastic cover, it screams “classic”.  The opener “Sometimes” shows this is a songwriter that pulls no punches, in his words and his music. The clean guitar fills are reminiscent of The Cure’sJust like Heaven”, a fantastic introduction. “Lullaby” begin with a scathing rant featured in the movie “Network” by Peter Finch’s character Howard Beale. Its set over a hypnotising western blues progression, it has the lonely whistle included. “What Have You Done” has great lyrics, its Gerry’s strength. “What have you done son Sold yer soul to a demon Dance like a dafty for a bag of snow.” Gerry doesn’t sugar coat anything. “Belter” is a future classic and standard for future songwriters. Youngsters want to learn this song on guitar; it reeks of charisma. “Fortune Favors the Bold” where he states he won’t sell out. “Now they tell me be solid make paper and do what you're told Guess I'd rather have holes in my shoes than be drowning in gold” Those are wonderful, wonderful lyrics and flow so easily. The title track “Erratic Cinematic” has shades of Bert Jansch and a little bit of Leo Kottke. Gerry is right “We’re not in Kansas anymore.” We are in new territory.  Keysies” is a short but sweet folk song driven by childhood nostalgia. “Diamonds in the Mud” a gem literally; I think it’s one of Gerry’s best in terms of storytelling and lyrics. About characters, he knows like a shaman, a dour faced bastard with sarcastic eyeballs with a tongue that slashes like a lock knife. I love the line “The mayhem of Glasgow is buried deep in my blood.” Lyrics like that say so much about Gerry. It’s best to discover the song for yourself, be transported to the Southside.
War TV” is where Gerry puts the boot in; steel toe capped boots I might add, into the deranged sycophants who lead us into wars we don’t want. “They're all quick to make war but they won't send their sons. Shout the odds like a gangster but they won't hold a gun.” With just those two lines, Gerry sums up the whole mess. Furthermore, he turns his venom on the silent majority who allow this to go on with their malicious silent consent or as he puts it “With your arse in the air and your head in the sand.” Overall “Erratic Cinematic” is one of the strongest records I have heard. Tracks like Sometimes, Lullaby, Belter, Diamonds in the Mud and War TV are fated to standards by aspiring songwriters in the future; I fully expect in a decade to be walking down Buchanan Street and hear some busker singing “Belter.” Gerry Cinnamon has created a record that if you want your mates to think you have taste in music you put “Erratic Cinematic” on top of your record pile.

Stuart Ritchie