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8 Albums Enjoyed By Planet Music Staff in 2010

I asked the crew in Planet Music what are their favourite albums of last year and, to give them a challenge, say just five words about each one.

 

  Konono No 1 - Assume Crash Position

Trance-inducing crash-bang tribalism

 

Salem - King Night

Cobweb-draped junky drone synths

 

Sun Araw - On Patrol

Tropical squelches & humid, psychedelic dub

 

Neil Young - Le Noise

Desert ballads, swirling delay & bones

 

Teebs - Ardour

Chiming daydream, hazy circular movement

 

Baths - Cerulean

Deep lagoon beats, love songs

 

Dimlite - Prismic Tops

Robotic syncopation, gleaming chromium mist
 

 

Bonobo - Black Sands

Velveteen shimmer & lush orchestration

Paul Kelly is Australia's most respected song writer and came into Planet Books to launch his memoir How to Make Gravy . The place quickly filled to the brim with polite and courteous people. And though there was a bit of a scabble to get books from the counter before Paul took to the little stage it was very apparant that a pleasant atmosphere was to remain throughout the evening.

But there was an electricity to this relaxed atmosphere. Paul stepped up and said hello and proceeded to read from his book. That was nice enough, but when he then sang To Her Door the sensation of being somewhere special was thick in the air. You could see the audience found it exhilerating.

Paul Kelly read some more and sang another song before answering questions that varied from if he liked hearing other people sing his songs (he does) and how he found acting in the film One Night The Moon (he enjoyed it).

He then proceeded to sign copies of his book, vinyls, photos, guitars and the like for over two solid hours until every person who was there was satisfied they had met a music legend and a contributor to the identity of Australian culture.

Paul was generous and amiable with a warm handshake. He also likes interesting beers and has a taste for good whiskey.

Thank you, Mr. Kelly, for one of Planet's grooviest nights.

 

 

 

 

 

    Thanks Sophia & Jen for the pics.

The coolest of posters are often those that depict the legends of jazz. Images of Billie Holiday, Dexter Gordon, Miles Davis, Ella Fitzgerald and the like. Images of sultry, smoky jazz clubs. Images that depict a groovy, in the truest sense of the word, place that was both physical and metaphorical. Like watching saint & sinner gods & angels laid back in a dark but cosey heaven in their tuxedos and gowns listening to the tonal sounds of, well, saints and sinners pouring forth souls of lament and joy.

The real world of jazz was like any other real world, but of course, with jazz. But these black and white images captured that myth that is the spirit of jazz. But what makes these images more groovy is that it showed the twist within the myth. Look at these images. The twist in the myth is that it's not a myth, what you see here is the real spirit of jazz.

Many and most of the best of these images were created by photographer Herman Leonard. I only just found out he passed away on August 14th. I'm sure I could write more about him and his achievments, which went well beyond simply jazz and the jazz age, but I think his own images of that time says it all well enough.

Thank you, Mr. Herman Leonard

At the age of 16 Lena Horne became a singer and dancer at the famous Cotton Club working with Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington. By the early forties she was appearing in American musicals though her songs would be removed from films when shown in the south. Still, she became the first African-American leading lady in Hollywood. Despite this she quit her film career because of the inherent racism. By the '50s her civil rights activism and left-leaning politics got her blacklisted. She kept performing on stage and on television and in 1981 at the age of 64 her one-woman show relaunched her to new generations of followers and her fan base only grew till she retired from fulltime performing in the late '90s. She died 9th May at the age 92 still one of the most respected performers of all time.

  Christmas on Mars is a 16mm home movie by the alternate pop-rock band The Flaming Lips. The band has been around over some twenty years and has built up a strong following not  just for their music but also as counter-culture exhibitionists. They are as much performance artists as musicians and they steadily expand their Flaming Lips iconic and iconoclastic universe in all mediums. This film is another part of the process.

Christmas on Mars is about a Martian colony struggling to function with a demoralized crew who are slowly going psychotic from the solitude and confinement of space. The central character bears witness to the slow degradation of everyone around him while getting ready for the colonies first Christmas party. He struggles with the set backs while trying to hold on to his own sanity made feeble by seriously disturbing visions and an enigmatic alien visitor.

Christmas on Mars is a work of love heavily reminiscent of late '60s - early '70s arthouse type of sci-fi cinema. It plays largely in grainy black and white with colour moments, has built in scratches for nonexistent reel changes and plays (on the dvd) with Russian subtitles. While watching this Tarkovsky's Solaris immediately came to mind, but Dark Star turns up in spirit as well. Christmas on  Mars also harks seriously back to the more allegorical form of storytelling from that era. It makes no bones about its pretensions as a message movie. But it's not an easy message to decipher. Indeed, if it could be said easily there would be no point to the film.

Christmas on Mars is an existential panto rich with images and symbolism that often requires decoding via Kafka, David Lynch and the music and performance of The Flaming Lips themselves. It is funny, disturbing, dreary, surreal, bewildering, charming, stylistic, nihilistic, cynical, hopeful, absurdist and joyful. It plays all this contradiction on cheap but nicely designed sets, on very terrestrial looking but alien locations, with cheap but effective special effects and a remarkable soundscape that demands to be played very loud.

Christmas on Mars is not a film I can say entirely works. I cannot say it is a brilliant success. I cannot say it will be remembered in the pantheon of great, even good cinema. I can't say this is a movie I can comfortably recommend to anyone.

Christmas on Mars is a film I can say is exceedingly cool. I can say it is destined, deservedly, to be a culty. And I can say that despite all the weirdness it is a genuine Christmas movie. And I can say I loved it.

It's only recently that Gorillaz announced plans for a third album. Not long before that they had said there'd only be a soundtrack to a still unrealised movie. Regardless the guys who are Gorillaz, musician Damon Albarn and artist/illustrator Jamie Hewlett, have been busy with their east/west collaboration, the circus opera Monkey: Journey to the West.

 

This show looks spectacular and I'd love to see it, but no chance as yet as its handful of performances have been on different continents to where I live. I have to be content with the fairly detailed website and the album called Journey to the West by Monkey. I do like the music but I have to admit that I had to first veer away from my expectations of it being a Gorillaz style album. You can hear Gorillaz in the music the same way you can hear Blur in Gorillaz. You can hear it's the music of Damon Albarn, but he's worked to his brief. This is a score to a western influenced Chinese opera. It's a soundtrack. So after the third listen and after I had cleared my head of prejudice I quite warmed to it and now indulge in the playfulness and subtlety, those Chinese influences mixed with contemporary styles that at times felt like Phillip Glass did a score for a martial arts epic.

 

However, even though I really like the music, it still sounds like the score to a film or, in this case, a live show, one I'd really like to see. Stills and movies of the actual performances look wonderful and I wouldn't hesitate buying a ticket if it headed my way. Not just cause like Damon Albarn's music but because I'm a big cheesy fan of the 1978 series often referred to as Monkey Magic! Plus I have affection for the original novel by Wu Cheng'en first published way back in 1590, although I admit to only reading the very accessable, condensed version titled Monkey as translated by Arthur Waley, not the full four volume edition known as Journey to the West. 

  

  But all this is only half of what got me enthused about this whole project. The other half is Jamie Hewlett. I've been a fan of his art since Tank Girl and gladly admit that the images and animation of Gorillaz sucked me in before the music did. The Gorillaz art book Rise of the Ogre was nice indeed, but I wanted more Hewlett. With Monkey: Journey to the West he doesn't disappoint as I find his interpretation pretty nice. You can see some of it in the beautiful packaging of the CD and plenty on the website. I have a Hewlett image of Monkey and Tripitaka in a Chinese landscape of rocky pillars as my background. But still I want more than these tantalizing images and teasing animations, especially the BBC commissioned piece for their Olympics broadcast.

 

 

So I'm hoping that Hewlett will expand it to an art book or a DVD of the performance with the accompanying animations is one day released. My money is one or the other, but it could be some time away. In the meantime, we'll soon be seeing Hewlett's tweaking of the Tank Girl universe, but I'll get to that when the time comes. And I hope someone at Penguin realises that the current covers for the novel could do with a redesign and ask Hewlett to slap The Great Sage on it