It has begun. The Hibee Hampden residency. Today, my great mate Will’s son, Mark, got me a ticket for the Cup Final next Sunday.
We are, it has to be said, quite excited.
The countdown starts here.
As Jeana knocked a hole in to a bottle of Ernest and Julio Gallo Chardonnay over dinner tonight she let on that Ernest had passed away during the week.
“He was 97.” She remarked.
Both sanguinely and languidely our 12 year old daughter Ria observed…
Wiseness comes young.
Cliches even younger.
Frankly I thought it was a crap age. Three years off the telegramm.
I blame the wine.
Now, I have a reputation for going a bit OTT sometimes about stuff and I have to say that my recent Mika review was too soon and too OTT. It will NOT be on my best albums of the year list (although Grace Kelly might yet make the songs list).
So I will restrain myself in reviewing the new Ardcade Fire Album. Suffice it say, on the first four listings it is better than Funeral. It is truly epic in its sound and scope. The track with the church organ is awesome. The introduction of Win Butler’s Mrs ( I assume) on vocals adds another welcome layer of texture and it is every bit as dramatic as its much lauded predecessor.
This band walks a truly unique path and, creates a new genre for popular music. When can you honestly remember, after all, the last time you heard a truly unique (in a good way) sound. Hunky Dory? Milk Eyed Mender?, Totalles Turn?, Funeral?
This album is very very good indeed and deserving of your £10 purchase fee. Get your arse down to yourr local music emporium and shell out.
That is an order.