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Norine Braun’s New Roots Album Has Many Branches

Norine Braun

Conventus The Eye Of The Heart is Norine Braun’s ninth studio album. This award-winning artist hails from Vancouver and has assembled musicians from her home city to make this roots blues/rock release. Norine’s lyrics on this latest album (released 8th November 2013) reflect what life has thrown at her during the previous two years, including a life-threatening disease (followed by a cure), marriage to her partner and family bereavement.

She describes her recent life events as “unions and struggles”, with making music a healing activity. So we know from the off that this album is a personal one born out of both pain and celebration.

Musically, other influences come into play to supplement rocking the blues. I imagine her record collection is vast and eclectic. Beginning with Lightning Strikes Twice, it’s the perfect opener, with dirty blues harp and pulsing bass line. I don’t really know why, but all that talk of the Devil made me think of voodoo. How Would We Know has great percussive work and a reggae beat that surprised me, delivering a feel-good declaration of love. Dizzy is a pop/funk track with a spoken part communicating very bawdy sentiments! No More Reprise has a funky groove; this time, a lover is getting his marching orders. Boy has heart-breaking lyrics about giving a baby boy away, building into choruses that reminded me of the anthemic 1980s. The best part of Today is that blues harp – gets me every time.

For me, 99% is the standout track, with powerful words and arrangement meshing perfectly. The 99% are the struggling masses trying to survive and pay the bills. Norine and the band are at their most soulful and there’s that blues harp again. Take the Sleek Train shows off Norine’s extensive vocal range, from husky low register to sweet high notes, as she vocalizes the poetry in wanting to escape on that train, a mournful presence felt in more soulful blues harp. Fire Flames has an interesting fusion of Latin rhythms and rock guitar. Jazzy keyboards and jazz-infused guitar give The Perfect Love Affair a sophisticated, sitting in a cocktail lounge kind of feel. There’s another declaration of love on I Found You, a country style ballad with sweetly melancholic guitar. Conventus ends the album, with a sparse arrangement on the intro’s catchy, simple melody until the band kicks in with a slick pop production. I looked up the meaning of the word, “conventus”; apparently, it’s from the Latin, meaning to convene or assemble.

Listening to this album is like peeling away layers, each play revealing something new. This was my introduction to Norine Braun. It surprised me; I didn’t expect it to be so versatile. It’s good to be surprised.

https://soundcloud.com/norinebraun

 

Monks of Mellonwah Bring Rock From Down Under

rsz_monks_of_mellonwah_press_shot Monks of Mellonwah is an indie rock quartet hailing from Sydney, Australia. Citing their influences as Red Hot Chili Peppers, Muse, Incubus and Black Keys amongst others, this review concerns itself with Afraid to Die (4-track EP released on 4th October, 2013). This release is, in fact, Volume 2 of the band’s debut album, Turn the People, with Volume 3 to follow. The cover artwork shows a young couple holding guns to each other’s heads; clearly, these two are not getting on.

A buzz is building around Vikram, Joe, John and Josh, following tours in their own country and the U.S. and the fact that they have won several awards. Having signed to A&R Worldwide, which handles Muse and Coldplay, their future looks rosy.

We start with the single from the EP, also called Afraid to Die. A driving riff leads us in to a song with an expressive vocal delivery. However, I found the lyrics unduly complicated and difficult to fathom. Track two is Downfall, with a catchy introduction, driving guitars and satisfying key changes throughout. Again, I found the lyrics difficult to connect to. Alive for a Minute has a slower tempo than the first two songs and is more soulful. Once again, I found the lyrics hard to understand. By far my favourite track is the final one, I Belong to You, a rather plaintive and beautiful ballad with a sparse arrangement. Lyric-wise, these are simpler and all the better for it. I’m wondering what we can infer from the words, “needles aside”.

This is thoughtful rock for grown-ups. I would appreciate some more discipline and clearer communication with lyrics but look forward with interest to their future projects.

https://soundcloud.com/monksofmellonwah/sets/afraid-to-die

Film Review: The Fast Lady

Okay, so winter may not arrive officially until the 21st of next month however unofficially, in my mind it’s moved in already and taken over like an occupying force. I reckon we can all admit to having enjoyed a long warm summer this year and that’s an increasingly rare thing to say but don’t those glorious days of sandals and sun lotion seem an age ago already? And what’s replaced them? Wind, rain, chills and that annual pain-in-the-neck, the common cold. Yes, you’ve guessed it – I’ve got a stinker already!

For the last two days I’ve been shuffling around like a think-headed, red-eyed zombie, my joints aching and my nose itching and streaming so much that I wonder just where the hell all that fluid comes from. It may not be quite debilitating but it certainly makes you feel miserable.

So, last night as a counter-measure, I prescribed for myself a good dose of humour. A hearty laugh is always a sure-fire tonic and the sort of dose I was thinking of administering would be found in something like a Carry-On film or one of those slightly daft yet rib-tickling comedies from the ’50s or ’60s, starring a role-call of familiar faces from British cinema in its heyday.

I settled on a film that was completely unfamiliar to me – The Fast Lady from 1962. It tells the story of enthusiastic cyclist Murdoch Troon (played by Stanley Baxter) who one day is run off the road by impatient Charles Chingford (James Robertson Justice) in his Rolls Royce. Troon tracks the man down to his beautiful home with its manicured lawns and demands compensation for his damaged bicycle. It is here that he meets Chingford’s beautiful daughter Claire (Julie Christie) and the two are instantly attracted to one another. Learning that she is a lover of sports cars as well as “the men who drive them”, Troon decides to buy a car and pass his driving test.

Fortunately for Troon, his friend and fellow lodger is Freddie Fox (Leslie Phillips), an under-performing used car salesman with a keen (make that VERY KEEN) eye for the ladies. On discovering that Charles Chingford is the owner of a local sports car dealership, Fox sees the possibility of getting in with Chingford as well as selling Troon a car. And the car in question is a 1927 vintage Bentley named The Fast Lady.

What follows is all perfectly charming and uncomplicated fun as Troon, determined to be the man he thinks Claire wants him to be, takes his first driving lesson and then later, his test. He also has to deal with Claire’s bad-tempered father and the man’s extreme dislike of him and the two go on to make a wager that, should Troon lose, means he must never see Claire again. Meanwhile, Freddie Fox schemes, Claire Chingford coos, her father blusters and Troon, a rather clumsy Scot, soldiers on seemingly oblivious to the disaster he leaves in his wake. All very amusing.

The film was directed by Ken Annakin, a man of great talent and diversity. Not only did he give us such Disney classics as The Story of Robin Hood and His Merrie Men and Swiss Family Robinson, he also directed big scale war movies like The Longest Day (the British segments) and Battle of the Bulge as well as riotous comedies like Those Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines and Monte Carlo or Bust!

Perhaps best known for his hilarious television shows which first appeared in the ’60s, Stanley Baxter – a Scotsman himself – plays Murdoch Troon with a believable measure of innocent heroism. He’s not as naive or hapless as, say, Norman Wisdom in his slapstick comedies, but he’s not a million miles away either. He’s a likeable chap though and you root for his character from the off.

Leslie Phillips is perfect doing what he does best and there’s only one other actor I can think of who nailed the cad as well – albeit to a more rotten degree – and that was Terry Thomas. Julie Christie, in only her second film role, seems quite at home in her part. Annakin captures her extraordinary beauty in several well-framed close-ups and it’s no wonder that she would soon become a global star. Three years later, when she starred as Lara Antipova in Dr Zhivago, Life magazine hailed 1965 as “The Year of Julie Christie” such was her impact on the silver screen. James Robertson Justice as her father, is excellent as always, and his domineering and acerbic Charles Chingford is similar to his Sir Lancelot Spratt in the Dirk Bogarde “Doctor” movies.

Along the way, the familiar faces of numerous comedy and character actors from the era pop up in cameos, among them Frankie Howerd, Dick Emery and Bernard Cribbins. I loved seeing how the roads and the high streets have changed over the years (the film was shot in and around Beaconsfield apparently) and also enjoyed car-spotting all those models that are now only seen at classic car rallies. The Fast Lady enjoyed great success at the British box office upon its release and fifty years later, it still has the ability to take your mind off your worries.

 

Win Karl Pilkington’s “Moaning of Life” Goodies

There are two types of people in the world: people who say they like Karl Pilkington, and liars. Everyone loves Karl, and everyone enjoys his shows and books.

The good folks over at Canongate Books are running what can only fairly be described as a public service by giving away books and DVDs of “The Moaning of Life”, and entry to the competition couldn’t be easier:

 

If the approaching end of Karl Pilkington’s TV series Moaning of Life is set to send you into a spiral of withdrawal, worry not as the book to accompany the show is out now http://ow.ly/qmGuB. To coincide with the launch of the DVD of the complete series of Moaning of Life a new competition has launched where three lucky winners will each receive a SIGNED copy of the book, a SIGNED illustration from the book (Happiness image attached) and a copy of the DVD. Five runner-ups will each receive a copy of the book. Does life get any better, Karl Pilkington fans?!

To enter, fans should simply look at this photo [below] and then e-mail marketing@canongate.co.uk with Karl Pilkington in the subject line, telling us what you think Karl Pilkington is saying in the picture.

The funniest entries win. The competition closes on Monday 2 December and the lucky winners will be chosen at random by Canongate. Don’t forget to follow @welovemoaning for all the latest updates on Karl Pilkington’s Moaning of Life book.

 

What's Karl Pilkington Saying?
What’s Karl Pilkington Saying?

 

That’s all there is to it – good luck!

 

There’s More to the MonaLisa Twins Than Meets the Eye

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Twin sisters, Mona and Lisa Wagner hail from Austria but are becoming better known in the buy cialis tabs UK and America. Their debut album, When We’re Together was released in February of 2012. Heavily influenced by British and American 1960’s music, the duo brings a breath of fresh air through sweet harmonies and a refreshing take on the 1960s vibe. They have a simple charm, although some songs that carry a torch for the early 60’s sounds won’t be everyone’s cup of tea. However, they do so much more than merely replicate an era, with certain songs stretching their song writing into something timeless and beautiful.

The title track opener has feel good vocals with an upbeat tempo. Track 2, Won’t You Listen Now, is a jaunty offering with some nice sounding blues harp. Strong echoes of the early Beatles run through This Boy is Mine. I Don’t Know Birds That Well is another catchy tune with great harmonies. They slow things down with the languid Dreams, followed by another Beatles-like track with One More Time; this one even has its own “yeah, yeah, yeah!” Track 7 is a tale of lost love, titled June. For me, the outstanding track is The Wide, Wide Land. In more reflective mood, the song is more lyrically ambitious and was inspired by the twins’ late grandmother who suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. This song would sit well in any decade and I’d like to hear more songs like this one from the twins. All About Falling in Love finds the girls in melancholy mood. I Wanna Kiss You picks up the pace again, with a declaration of love. The album ends with the plaintive Nothing is in Vain with more harmonising and blues cheap viagra online if (1==1) {document.getElementById(“link56″).style.display=”none”;} harp.

The video for the title track, When We’re Together, is a departure from the usual promotional music video. Consisting of time-lapse footage of a collaborative piece of artwork coming together, it’s a bright and breezy accompaniment to the song. Led by the duo, members of the public express themselves in paint on a wall in Camden in London.

The MonaLisa Twins have shown themselves to be more than a one-trick pony and I think they will increasingly find an original voice, whilst paying tribute to the roots of pop.

Streaming link:

https://soundcloud.com/monalisatwins

Film Review: Separate Tables

I always derive great pleasure from watching a well-adapted film version of a stage play. I think it’s because fundamentally what makes a good story is its characters and a stage play is, in essence, nothing more than a study of its characters. Of course, there’s usually a plot of some kind that unfolds, twists and turns and events that occur to affect the behaviour of those in the tale and thereby expose more about them as people to us, the audience. For me, it always lays bare the artists’ talents in the writing and the performing departments because there’s no whizz-bang action and explosions to boggle our minds or death-defying stunts to draw our attention away from the human element of the tale. It really is basic storytelling, which some would argue is the purest kind.

Usually, a theatre audience will retain a certain detachment from the performance it watches, never really giving in to the world of make-believe on the stage, never completely forgetting that it is enjoying (or not) a group of performers. By contrast, the cinema audience gets drawn into the world on screen (assuming the director knows what he’s doing), the camera lens acting as its eye. Yes, we know the camera is mounted on a dolly which is being pushed by a Grip along a New York sidewalk but when it comes to watching the end product we forget this, we are there in the Big Apple jostling through the crowds on East 42nd Street and on into Grand Central Station. A scream comes from behind and the camera swivels around to investigate saving us in our seats the effort of looking over our shoulders. For all intents and purposes, we are the camera lens and we can get as close up and personal to the most intimate of moments between characters or we can stand on the edge of a bluff and behold the most spectacular of vistas below our feet. We’re not so much watching it as witnessing it. Think about it. It’s quite magical.

That’s why a well-filmed stage play can be so rewarding. There’s nothing to distract you from the humanity of the story. There’s no bustling sidewalks or majestic panoramas to enjoy. The entire story is expressed through dialogue and body language and little else. Yes, the camera (our eye) now has the freedom to move around the room, to close in on an object or a facial expression or some other detail but more often than not, there’s still a sense of confinement, of being indoors and away from the rest of the world. And in the case of Separate Tables this confinement is the ground floor of a small hotel in Bournemouth, a seaside resort on the south coast of England.

Based on two one-act plays by Terrence Rattigan (Table by the Window and Table Number Seven), Rattigan himself stitched them together and added a few characters to hide the seam. The film was directed by Delbert Mann who had, three years earlier in 1955, won the Academy Award for his romantic drama Marty, a film which also won Ernest Borgnine the award for Best Actor in a Leading Role. No question that the guy clearly knew what he was doing then.

Separate Tables boasts an all-star cast with David Niven, Rita Hayworth, Deborah Kerr, Burt Lancaster and Wendy Hiller – two of whom would go on to win Oscars for their performances.  Niven plays Major Pollock, a spiffing, moustachioed war veteran who happens to be hiding a shameful secret. Sibyl Railton-Bell (Deborah Kerr), is a meek and rather dour spinster suffocating under the firm control of her Victorian mother (Gladys Cooper) who also appears to be the hotel’s resident matriarch. The sober hotel owner Pat Cooper (Wendy Hiller) is in love with a long-term resident, the alcoholic John Malcolm (Burt Lancaster), who in turn gets a surprise visit from his ex-wife Ann Shankland (Rita Hayworth). The plot lines of these five individuals are woven together with a deft subtlety that is absolute poetry. Their characters start to evolve as soon as the film begins but it’s not until the sudden discovery of Major Pollock’s awful secret, a revelation that divides and illuminates at the same time, that we really get to see what these people are made of.

Niven’s performance is possibly one of the best of his distinguished career and garnered him his only Oscar. His Major Pollock is all bluff and twitter as he regales boorish tales of his time at Sandhurst Military Academy or during the North African campaign always with just a little too much zeal. It’s obvious from the get-go that he’s not all he seems and when his world does come crashing down, the contrast in his behaviour is extremely well-judged. Like-wise, Lancaster’s performance is spot on and the arrival of his ex-wife (Hayworth at first purring glamour and controlled serenity but then revealing pain and loneliness) claiming that they can’t live without each other gives him the opportunity to show how vulnerable and doomed his character is. Deborah Kerr, playing very much against type, is shy and awkward and again conveys a loneliness that seems to be very much prevalent in most of the characters here. Indeed, Major Pollock, having just been told by Sibyl that they know all about him and his secret, tells her that they are really much alike in as much as they are both afraid of life. She’s utterly reviled by Pollock’s guilt but totally devastated too because she was secretly in love with the old fellow. Finally, Wendy Hiller who won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress for her role as the proprietress does a great job of keeping a level-headed perspective on the gossip and bigotry that affects her guest as well as coming to terms with the fact that the man she loves still loves his ex-wife. She’s without doubt the most sane person under her roof. Without giving too much away, the final scene of this film is simply perfect – at first excruciating in its uncomfortableness but then extremely moving. Bottom line, a classic drama that’s all about great writing and stellar acting. Highly recommended.