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Sunday 21 September 2008

Marvin mash-ups and drink diatribes



This blog has been slacker than than a Caribbean Dancehall track. No excuses.

Was indulging in a spot of ultra-drinking with Mrs Kristal last night. We were in an establishment called The Waverley Tea Rooms and it is as grandiose as it sounds. Or is it?

This public house has ideas above its station. The fecund stench of pretentiousness permeates throughout, but has slovenly service and unclean, wobbly tables.

The wobbly table really is the enemy of the pub drinker and is inexcusable for any watering hole.

Any drinker who is not ordering the Louis Roederer Cristal 2002, which was your humble correspondent on this evening, is treated with a disdain reserved only for a gin-soaked Hitler impersonator at a bar mitzvah.

'Grace Kelly' by Mika was playing. The song's incessant refrain "why don't you like me?" really does beg the answer “Because you are a ____." (insert incredibly rude word here.)

We left soon after.

The megabevvy re-started properly in a place that didn’t treat their patrons like Tal Ben Haim on a Manchester City tour of United Arab Emirates. Although that is a poor comparison, for we wouldn’t even have been let inside the Tea Rooms in that example.

Now, on to music as there has been far too much football on this blog of late.

The concept of mash-ups, the splicing of two contrasting songs into one seamless track, can be rather hit and miss. Should a mash-up be poor it gives the impression that it is a novelty genre. When it works, it can be a dynamite combination.

‘I Heard It In ‘79’ by team9 is a thrilling fusion of ‘I Heard It Through The Grapevine’ by Marvin Gaye and Smashing Pumpkins ‘1979’. It occasionally threatens to collapse, but for the most part, is resilient and vibrant. The particular revelatory element of the track is hearing how heartbreakingly vulnerable Gaye’s vocal was on the Motown classic, which was disguised by the slightly overpowering instrumentation of the original.

Making the listener realise just how good the source material is can be the true brilliance of top quality mash-up. This is most apparent on ‘Eleanor’s In My Head’ (again by team9, who on the basis of these two experiments is bordering on genius status.) a blending of The Beatles’ ‘Eleanor Rigby’ and ‘In My Head’ by Queens Of The Stone Age.

Kristalseventeen was never a big fan of the second track from ‘Revolver’, but set up against Josh Homme’s raging guitar riff and an absolutely banging drum track, it reveals the ingenuity of the Fab Four’s composition.

Regardless of the likelihood that it is referring to make-up, did those four boys who shook the world ever write a lyric as dark and macabre as "Wearing the face that she keeps in the jar by the door"? Answers on a postcard please.

Should these two masterpieces get you in the mood for more, DJ Lobsterdust has undoubtedly got the magic touch. ‘Jenny’s Superstitious’ (‘Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine’ by The Killers and Stevie Wonder’s ‘Superstition’) is completely and utterly spine tingling and gives you the illusion that the former 12 year old genius was actually in the studio with Brandon Flowers and his fellow Las Vegans. It’s that good.

Fingers crossed, the output here will be more regular for indolence is the last refuge of the scoundrel.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I concur Mr Kristal. I to have suffered at the Waverley; on one such day, I entered said establishment and asked for a pot of Earl Grey, to which the barfellow replied 'F**k off ya C**t'. I was aghast and infuriated! Had he referred to me by my proper title and included the word 'doss' then all would have been fine. I blame the lack of investment in education during the Thatcher years.

kristal17 said...

What dishonour you endured in the battle for elevenses that grim day. You should asked for Twinings English Breakfast. Then they would have only spat in the drink as opposed to discharging their collective nasal debris in your ill-fated beverage of choice.

Anonymous said...

The man who writes this blog is comparable to his shoes: POOR.

He is clearly a fan of Hunter S Thompson but, that is were the similarities stop.

This really is drivel of the highest order, pure pap.

It is no coincidence either that he hides his shame with the mask of a simian. Because a simian could do better!

Good day to you sir.

kristal17 said...

How your bitterness must warm you on those cold, lonely nights in your local bus shelter when you have ran out of purple tins.

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