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  • It’s not dead (yet), but MySpace badly needs a makeover

    January 20, 2012 @ 9:38 am | by Jim Carroll

    The cool kids may have abandoned MySpace, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone the way of Bebo (yet). The once mighty music social networking site has been on deathwatch since the advent of newer, brighter and snazzier sites Twitter and Facebook, which have come along and usurped all its buzz.

    Not even a changing of the guard and figureheads from Rupert Murdoch and News Corp (who recently used his new-found love of tweets to remark that they “screwed up in every way possible” with MySpace) to Justin Timberlake and Specific Media has arrested MySpace’s slide.

    Yet figures last week indicated that MySpace is still getting clicks. In fact, the site founded by Tom Anderson and Chris DeWoulfe back in the internet middle-ages (or 2003) is pulling more traffic than Google+ or Tumblr, according to the latest ComScore social media stats.

    Even though MySpace still scores highly on Google search results – it’s usually the first or second result for any band, for instance – it’s still a turn-up for the books.

    But even if MySpace is getting traffic, what the hell is there to see and do on the site when you get there to make you stick around? MySpace’s biggest problem is that it simply hasn’t evolved. Every single function the site once had to attract users has been bettered elsewhere. Soundcloud and Bandcamp have better media players, Twitter is prefered for chirpy interaction and Facebook is now the go-to guy for messing with your privacy options.

    At last week’s CES convention in Las Vegas, Timberlake debuted MySpace TV, which looks as bland and predictable as it sounds. Time for some better, smarter makeovers or the $35 million spent by Specific on acquiring the site will follow News Corp’s $580 million purchase price in 2005 down the plughole.

  • Takes more than a tweet to get new music fans motivated

    November 18, 2011 @ 10:00 am | by Jim Carroll

    So where do you go discover new music in 2011? At a time of infinite choice for new releases and acts, and where discovery of new sounds is the meme of the moment, it’s a question which pops up again and again, as all involved seek to hone in on the filters which matter.

    You might think, for instance, that a social media shining star like Twitter would be top of the pile when it came to music recommendations. Hence, why so many bands use their Twitter feeds to bombard people about their every move.

    Yet the recent survey by NPD/NARM on consumers and music discovery showed that Twitter is way down the list of reliable sources behind word-of-mouth recommendations, radio, TV, iTunes, YouTube and others.

    It’s not news which will please the kool-aid drinkers in the social media cabal, but it won’t surprise astute observers who realise it takes more than a tweet to get people motivated. It’s also not surprising that a majority of respondents aren’t terribly interested in new music to begin with, unless it’s new music from acts they already know about.

    But it’s obvious from the survey’s findings that it’s not just acts who find wading through the new rules of music discovery to be an onerous task. Music fans too are overwhelmed by all the channels to choose from. Add blogs, websites and traditional media to the pot and you’ve a stew of sources to filter before you even begin to find new bands you like.

    It really comes down to trust. Most new music fans and writers have a reliable list of online and offline sources and those recommendations are their first port of call. The trick for acts and labels is working out how to influence these. Time, perhaps, for another survey?

  • The Stone Roses’ reunion, nostalgia and cultural bedblocking

    October 19, 2011 @ 8:38 am | by Jim Carroll

    Here we go again. Yesterday’s news that The Stone Roses are reforming for a couple of shows in Manchester next year (with a world tour to follow as promoters beat each other up with a big stick to have the band on their summer 2012 festival bill) will predictably dominate the music news agenda this week. Leaving aside the fact that the band were fairly ropey live as their first run came to an end – their appearances at Feile in Cork in 1995 or Reading in 1996 come to mind and leave just as rapidly – the Stone Roses were an iconic band thanks to that incandescent self-titled album. But nostalgia will always trump hindsight when musicians like Ian Brown, John Squire, Mani and Reni decide to get back together to deal with unfinished business and enjoy a large pay-day. By the by, The Rub never really happened for Reni, did it?

    There are many reasons why this reunion will receive so much coverage, but few have to do with the actual music. As we’ve seen with the recent palaver over the 20th anniversary of the release of Nirvana’s “Nevermind” album and the Pink Floyd reissues, the generation who grew up with those bands now call the media shots and hence the nostalgia factor is in full effect. It’s much easier to cover bands who already have a history rather than try to make sense of the thousands of new acts out there making exciting, vital, visceral music. It’s also much easier to cover acts which you have a clearer recollection of from their first go on the swings and roundabouts rather than do the spadework required to find a new act to enthuse about and cover them properly.

    When it comes to reunions of once heralded bands like the Stone Roses (and as we’ve seen with recent reunions from Pulp, Blur and Pixies), it’s just a case of reaching back into the archives and dusting off old copy and opinions. No need to have to work out how and where a brand new act fits into the bigger picture. No need for the commentator to have to listen to acts which he or she can’t make head or tail of. No need to pretend that you are enthusiastic about acts who really make you feel out of the loop. You can still pretend to be at the cutting edge by writing about a band who were in their pomp two decades ago.

    Nostaglia of this ilk really is a form of cultural bedblocking. Instead of giving the time and coverage to musicians and artists who are producing new, innovative, fascinating work right now, the space and attention goes to acts who’ve already been through that hoopla and who haven’t produced an iota of note in years or decades. It’s easy to do because the heavy lifting has already been done – we can see those engimatic photos of the Stone Roses the very moment we hear the first chords of “I Wanna Be Adored” – but there was a time and place for that kind of thing and that time was 20 years ago.

    I remember seeing The Stone Roses at Belfast’s Maysfield Leisure Centre in summer 1990 and it was a fantastic show. But I’ve no real inclination or desire to see those same four musicians who are simply going through the motions and doing it for the money (no doubt brilliantly, provided Ian Brown has learned to sing) in 2012. There are many more acts I’d prefer to see because those acts exist in the here and now rather than in some nostalgic time-warp where you’re trying to experience or re-experience something from the past.

    Regular OTR readers will know that we’ve little truck here with reunions because they’re such an obvious sleight of hand. It’s a far different matter when you’ve an act or a band who’ve stuck it out through the highs and, just as importantly, lows. I may have nothing good to say about U2’s recent output, but I take my hat off to them for sticking together for over 35 years. The reunion bandwagon, on the other hand, is a cynical practice, yet so many people (especially people who are paid good money to be cynical) fall for them every time. Whatever about the fans – many of whom are eager to see a seminal, favourite act for the first time and can’t be faulted for that – or the band – who, at least, are getting paid for their troubles – it’s another thing entirely when fanboys with laptops lose their reason over an event like this.

  • Edward Sharpe’s ad-friendly tune

    October 18, 2011 @ 10:23 am | by Jim Carroll

    It’s the wisdom of the crowds who work in advertising agencies at play. Chances are you’ve heard Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeroes’ “Home” at this stage. Even if you don’t listen to the radio all that often, you’ll have come across it a lot over the last couple of months. Even if you believe fervently that the stations on the dial are not really going to be up in your grill about a lovely slice of winsome folkie-rock from a bunch of Californian hippies, they are – and they are getting paid to play it too.

    “Home” has featured on ads over here to flog mobile phones and insurance policies, while it’s been used across the Atlantic to sell jeans, phones, insurance and football coverage (the band’s other tune “Janglin’” found its way into a car ad). The track has also been used in a plethora of TV shows and films, but the number of ad placements it is receiving is most striking. If advertising agencies are looking for a tune to go with some heartfelt piece of footage designed to make you feel warm and cosy about the product in question, “Home” is currently the tune they’ll want on the ad.

    It’s easy to see why the band say yes to the ads. According to band manager Bryan Ling in a piece earlier this year in Advertising Age, the act gets “mid-six figures for a larger commercial deal and closer to $15,000 to $30,000 for placement in a TV show or movie trailer”. Of course, you have to split this 10 ways – the problem with a big band – but it’s still probably more than they’ll make from record sales for the first year or two.

    Add in the knock-on effects of having a song on ads in terms of royalties (radio stations are more likely to play your tune because someone else has invested money in it) and live revenue (the next time the band play an Irish venue, it will be in a bigger space than Crawdaddy) and you can see why the band says yes to “anything that has a positive message”. Those ads have meant that the band’s debut album “Up From Below” still has some life to it over two years on from its release in 2009.

    What’s really interesting to observe, though, is the safety in numbers aspect at play here from the agencies and brands. Because “Home” has featured in one successful ad campaign, it’s now far more likely to feature in many more. The creatives know it works so rather than spending time going through submissions or commissioning new tunes, they’ll simply give Bryan Ling or his publisher a call because they know that the band are likely to say yes (one music supervisor told me that there is always a handful of fallback acts that you call when everything else fails because they will always say yes – one of these acts, oddly enough, is apparently The Who) and folks already know “Home” because someone else took a chance on the song ages ago.

    No doubt, there will come a time when “Home” soundalikes are also be thrown into the mix because the band have to turn down an ad because the terms and conditions they’ve signed for a previous campaign prohibit them taking the brand’s money at that particular time. In time, of course, some other creative will stick a song by some another band to an ad and we’ll be off in a different direction again. But for now, “Home” is the tune the Mad Men want to hawk their goods and services so expect to hear it again and again in the coming months.

  • The news at 9: Sligo Music Industry Day, OTR Presents & Arthur Russell Tribute

    October 17, 2011 @ 9:00 am | by Jim Carroll

    One for those in the north-west: Sligo Music Industry Day is an initiative from the Sligo Music folks and will see an assortment of music business talking heads trying their utmost not to utter phrases like “going forward”, “piracy” and “IMRO” at The Model, Sligo on Thursday October 27. I am one of said talking heads and will be taking part in a Meet the Media panel with Niall “NIaller9″ Byrne and Una “Una” Mullally on the day. Full rundown on all the panels and other relevant information here.

    The next OTR Presents gig will feature live sets from The Field and Walls at the Twisted Pepper, Dublin on November 19. Tickets are €15 (or €12, if you’re a Bodytonic member) in advance and can be purchased here (no booking fees or TM charges). But that’s not all: you can also hang around for the Twisted Pepper third birthday bash afterwards which features Joy Orbison, Floating Points, Barry Redsetta, The Vertical Rhythm Joint and much, much more. OTR Presents: spoiling youse….

    There’s a special celebration of Arthur Russell’s life and music happening at the Bernard Shaw, Dublin on Sunday October 30 as part of The Beatyard weekender. Sound Now, Seek & You Will FInd will feature performances from Angkorwat, Patrick Kelleher, School Tour, TR One, Quarter Inch Tape Collective, Conor L, David Kitt and Louis Scully plus The Eatyard food festival and an exhibition of Arthur Russell memorabilia. I’ll also be having a Banter conversation with Tim Lawrence, the author of the fantastic “Hold Onto Your Dreams” biography of Russell (and the excellent “Love Saves the Day” history of 1970s’ American dance culture). Admission to this one is free and proceedings get underway at 2pm.

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  • It’s nearly time for Hard Working Class Heroes

    October 3, 2011 @ 9:26 am | by Jim Carroll

    Next weekend, the Hard Working Class Heroes carnival takes over the capital. There’s a ton of stuff on over the coming weekend, with the live gigs, featuring 100 bands playing various city-centre venues between Thursday and Saturday nights, the pick of the crop. If we were to recommend one gig from the very large schedule of shows, it would (natch) have to be the OTR vs Nialler9 shizzle with Moths, Cloud Castle Lake, Tieranniesaur, The Depravations, The Danger Is and Last Days of 1984 at the Workman’s Club on Saturday.

    But we would also like to point you towards the HWCH Convention, a series of panels and workshops which (DOI) OTR has had a hand in putting together. The convention events take place in either Filmbase or the Button Factory in Temple Bar and admission is free. Yes, free. You pay zilch euro for this helping of knowledge. Bargain.

    Between Bandtips, a series of informal peer to peer conversations where a bunch of media, festival bookers and venue bookers will chew the fat, and the panels (more below), there’s a ton of stuff to feed your brain whether you’re someone who is involved in music onstage or offstage. The list of panelists and industry delegates who’re in town for the weekend is very impressive, featuring festival bookers from those international events bands should be playing (SXSW, Great Escape, Eurosonic, CMJ, Camden Crawl, Reeperbahn etc), geeks from companies like Soundcloud, We7 and PIAS Entertainment and a plethora of international media and bloggers. It’s a who’s who of people who are doing interesting and cool stuff right now as opposed to a bunch of aul’ lads who did stuff 20 years ago which you often find at similar events in Ireland.

    There will be four discussion panels on the Friday and Saturday afternoons, including Meet the Geeks (what might come next from the music technology sector), The A Team (the people your band need in their corner) and Biogdiversity (how to juggle different tasks in the age of the portfolio career).

    The keynote panel is The Free Agenda, something which has come out of discussions on this blog and elsewhere over the last couple of months. Here’s the blurb and some interesting links which might provide some food for thought on the day.

    The notion of “free” has become something many involved in our industry take for granted. From giving away tracks or albums to playing gigs, providing your music for free has become a choice a huge number of acts have chosen (freely) to make.

    But just as there’s no such thing as a free lunch, there is also no such thing as free music. There are costs at every stage of the process, yet acts seem willing to pick up the bill in the hope of making fans from the exposure or furthering their career for the future. It works for some, but it doesn’t work for everyone. So-called free services like Spotify and their streaming brothers and sisters also muddy the water as punters get their music for free and the tech lads augment their bottom-line, but the people who make the music make do with cents rather than euros.

    Time for some questions and opinions. What’s the real value of free? At what stage, does free become a cost? Does providing your music for free make you a schmuck or smart? What happens when a band moves from free to paid-for? Can you really make a career from providing your music for free? Is free just a fad or is free here to stay?

    Some footnotes:

    Frank Ocean “The Lonny Breaux Collection” – a free 64 track (yes, you read that right, 64 tracks) mixtape from the Odd Future romeo and r’n'b crooner. That’s as much material as some acts will release in their entire career. There was no mention of giving away so much music for free in the old-school music business plan.

    Fascinating exchange of views between Joe Cardamone of The Icarus Line and Wyndham Wallace of The Quietius about the difficulties of making a living from music.

    The complete guide to Freemium business models

    Why indie labels continue to put up with miniscule royalities from Spotify and if this is going to be the way of the walk from now on.

    Quit whinging! Jay Frank on why it’s not Spotify’s fault that you make so little money from free streams.

    A musician responds: cellist Zoe Keating on Spotify and the niche economy.

    Fighting the web culture free-for-all: Davin O’Dwyer’s review of “Free Ride”, Robert Levine’s book on how the internet is destroying the culture business, and how the culture business can fight back.

  • Weak Tea and bad satire

    September 27, 2011 @ 9:51 am | by Jim Carroll

    When RTE first aired Green Tea earlier this year, it was obvious to all that there were many problems with the radio satire show fronted by Nob Nation dude Oliver Callan. Of course, it takes time for a show to find its feet, especially a political satire show given the heavyweight precedents for that particular beast on the national airwaves.

    This time around on the show’s second run, though, it’s obvious that the people behind the scenes have not actually done anything at all about the main problem with the show: it’s just not funny, sharp or satirical in any way, shape or form. Like all satirical shows, it gains its juice by caricaturing and magnifying the more ludicrous elements of its victims. But Green Tea prefers to be light rather than dark, a succession of sketches with funny voices which seek to lampoon the character’s traits and mannerisms rather than actually tear the more pompous elements of the political gallery apart. It’s not likable enough or nasty enough to stick in your memory. It’s as if Callan is happy enough to slag his victims off, but stops short of angering or annoying them for fear they might not invite him around for a cup of tea in the future.

    However, it’s not just Callan who lacks an edge. With the exception of occasional Gift Grub sketches (and we’d be interested to hear if Apres Match could do the do on radio as well as on TV), Irish radio satire has all the attack potential of a three day old kitten. From (Un)Funny Friday on RTE Radio One’s Liveline to the terrible sketches which pop up now and again on Today FM’s Last Word (indeed, every radio show’s attempts at cutting-edge satire), Irish radio prefers to paint cosy, rhyming pen-pictures of the cast of rogues and scoundrels at its disposal rather than villify them in any way. It lacks that dangerous edge or element of surprise, that moment when you stare at the radio and go “did they really say that?” Of course, we still stare at our radios and go “did they really say that?” but it’s with a groan rather than a note of surprise. We know what we get with Callan and co turn their attentions to Enda Kenny or David Norris. We know the lines and the weak spots. We also know that they’ll inevitably throw Ryan Tubridy, Paul Galvin and Miriam O’Callaghan into the mix. We know they won’t go for the real loopers on the national stage because they’re afraid we won’t recognise them. Irish radio satire as predictable as an Irish summer.

    Perhaps it’s really down to the long shadow cast by Scrap Saturday and a fear that you’re competing with a show which can’t be bettered because it really went to the edge and back, though it’s hard to believe that a show which ran for just two years over 20 years ago still has such an effect. But when you remind yourself of the show’s highlights (many captured in this article) and remember how the Irish political culture of the time reacted to the sketches, you quickly realise that Scrap Saturday was a much different, darker, funnier beast. Maybe we were living in much more innocent times or maybe the targets the late Dermot Morgan, Gerry Stembridge, Pauline McLynn and Owen Roe had to aim at were far better bad guys to be aiming at, but the sketches show that they were going hell for leather for the jugular every time and didn’t give a toss who they offend. Now, that was satire.

  • Lana Del Rey, authenticity, machinations, hissy fits and all that jazz

    September 26, 2011 @ 9:52 am | by Jim Carroll

    It’s like 1993 called and asked for its clothes back. Over the last couple of months, nearly every music blog you could mention has been raving about Lana Del Rey and especially her “Video Games” tune and video. Now, this is what we call a tune: a spellbinding voice, a spinechilling melody and a great sense of purpose and place. Another tune “Blue Jeans” confirmed the fact that we were dealing here with an artist who is rather special.

    But in the last few weeks, the Lana Del Rey story took a few unexpected twists and turns (or, if you like, twists and turns which, if you had any experience with new acts, you kind of suspected were part of the narrative somewhere because artists rarely debut as fully-formed as this). Turns out that Lana Del Rey (real name was Lizzy Grant) had previous form. Turns out that Grant has a record deal and a PR company on her side. Turns out that Grant’s Lana Del Rey persona is the result of a five year gestation period involving lawyers and managers. And, as inevitably as night follows day, it turns out that many of the music bloggers who all fell heavily for her when it was just the video and the tune and the thrill of discovering someone new for the first time decided to get ugly. Indeed, it didn’t much uglier or childish than a post like this. Anyone who believes that music bloggers are above silly backlashes and the like may wish to reconsider their opinion with these Grade A hissy fits.

    One of the advantages of getting older is that you can see that history does indeed tend to repeat itself again and again. There’s nothing new about the clever, smart marketing and promotion of Del Rey, the marketing and promotion which snared all those hipsters and taste-makers in the first place. There’s nothing remotely new about a major label signing an act and using an independent label to introduce that act in the first place (or indeed, a major label funding some of those indies), with Stranger Records putting out Del Rey’s debut single in this instance. There’s absolutely nothing new about an act going through one or two different iterations before they find their mojo. Like I said in the opening line above, it really is like 1993 (or 1997 or 1999 or 2003 or 2006) all over again.

    But there’s also nothing new about a brilliant tune like “Video Games” getting under your skin and making you want to hear more. That’s always been how this game has been played. If Grant had written and YouTubed that tune at the start of her career, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now because we’d probably have had it five years ago. Talent attracts managers, lawyers, PRs and labels and that’s what happened in this case. If Grant didn’t have the wherewithal to write “Video Games” in the first place, we wouldn’t be dealing with this silly matter right now. But she could and she did and so we are back to authenticity, machinations and all that jazz.

    Authenticity has always been a slippery concept at the best of times. In the case of Del Rey and “Video Games”, many music bloggers are smarting because they thought they were dealing with some DIY artist who suddenly appeared on the radar with a brilliant tune. Instead of this being the case, it turns out that it has taken Del Rey some years and several attempts to get things right. That’s how it should be, it takes time and effort for raw talent to come good. But many who raved about Del Rey had an agenda and she fitted right into it. That Del Rey naturally had another agenda didn’t seem to occur to anyone.

    It’s probably high time too for this notion of majors and indies to be put out to pasture for good too. The divide between the two has always been slightly nebulous at best – I’ve never bought into this idea that indie labels are better for a band, especially as some of the most artist-unfriendly contracts I’ve seen have come from indies – and the playing pitch has never been more level because there’s less store given to what label an act is on (many acts we write about now don’t even have labels in the accepted sense). Sure, the majors might have more cash, but their talent scouting returns have always been shaky because of kinks in the artist development machine. Once in a while, they’ll hit a purple patch with a Del Rey but, more often than not, they’ll put their money on the wrong horse(s). While the majors may also be able to call in favours with their pet journos and DJs in the hack-pack, most music fans are already ignoring those tainted, bought filters.

    What it all comes down to are the tunes – and not the labels – and Del Rey, so far, has lots of ‘em. She’ll be one of the names in the frame when those Sound of 2012 lists are compiled (more on this later in the week) and the reaction to her debut album will be interesting to note. But if it’s full of songs like “Video Games”, tunes you know sound brilliant on the radio and are capable of attracting many people to her side, she’s on her way. No amount of fuming from peeved bloggers who were taken in by her looks and projected a story which probably wasn’t there onto her will stop that.

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  • What next for the NME?

    August 26, 2011 @ 8:44 am | by Jim Carroll

    How the mighty have fallen. Music fans who grew up with the NME as their weekly magazine fix (once they’d graduated from Smash Hits) may find it hard to believe that the magazine now sells less than 30,000 issues a week. That’s one-tenth of what it sold during its storied hey-day.

    Yet even die-hard readers have long abandoned the title. While the magazine valiantly points to the huge numbers who read the website, the weekly print edition is the NME’s standard-bearer and its demise now appears sadly inevitable.

    Too many changes and botched relaunches have scuppered any residual fondness towards the inkie. Even those who loathed the NME with a passion have moved onto other targets like Pitchfork (and probably On the Record).

    Of course, the NME isn’t alone in this regard. The majority of print publications are feeling the pinch as readers migrate online. Once upon a time, the NME considered other weeklies like Sounds and Melody Maker to be its rivals. Today, it’s up against a million Wordpress blogs or Tumblr pages and there will never be one winner.

    The problem for the NME is that the brand it spent decades building up doesn’t have the same cachet online as in print. In the land of plenty that is music coverage on the internet, it’s word of mouth, quality content and editorial integrity rather than the fact that you’ve been around since 1952 which matters most.

    The NME squandered a lot of goodwill during the last 15 years when it wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be and, although current editor Kriss Murison has managed to right some of those wrongs of late, the onerous task of refloating the ship may be beyond her powers. The New Morrissey Express is dead, long live the New Morrissey Express.

  • Donal Dineen’s Today FM run comes to an end

    August 17, 2011 @ 4:25 pm | by Jim Carroll

    Sad news to report as Donal Dineen’s run as a DJ on Today FM (nee Radio Ireland) will be coming to a close in December with the end of his much acclaimed Small Hours’ show.

    You’ll find a full statement from the Kerryman on the ending of the show over on his Facebook page.

    It has been a lengthy and successful run as a night-time jock for Dineen on the station. He was one of the DJs on what was then Radio Ireland’s first day on the air back in March 1997 when he debuted the Here Comes the Night show (which featured an interview with U2’s Larry Mullen, if memory serves me right).

    He moved onto a new, later time slot in recent years with Small Hours and the show’s musical remit changed to more experimental and alternative sounds. The problem with the change in shows and slots was that many of those who’d listened to Here Comes the Night just were not in a position to listen to the new show due to work commitments. While Small Hours also had a listen-again audience who tuned in the following day via the station’s audio player, Dineen just didn’t have the same audience or profile as he once had.

    On the other hand, however, Dineen gave airplay, attention and time to many Irish acts who’d never have got within an asses’ roar of a daytime playlist and he had built a small but enthusiastic audience on the back of this. He also became one of the first ports of call for any new artist looking for exposure for their music. But a commercial radio station wants more than just “small but enthusiastic” audiences and, sadly and perhaps inevitably, Dineen and Small Hours’ run on the Today FM dial comes to an end on December 1.

    Best of luck to my old mucker with his future endeavours (including the Parish project).

  • Quality vs quantity

    August 15, 2011 @ 9:34 am | by Jim Carroll

    We have reached the promised land when it comes to music. If you have the time to devote to listening, you will most certainly find enough music to occupy every scintilla of that time. Whether it’s new or old stock you’re after, it’s coming at you, endless wave after endless wave. Just keep clicking.

    For those of us who possess a passion for new sounds, this is nirvana beyond our wildest expectations. All the music you can eat and enough to go around several times. You dive in, you find something you like, you feast on it, you move onto the next table. You keep on trucking.

    But if it’s all hunky-dory on the quantity side of the equation, what about the quality? How does our desire for quality dovetail with the abundance of music which we encounter every day, every week, every month? More importantly, because we still gravitate towards quality music, has how we guage quality changed?
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  • The emperor in shirt-sleeves

    July 20, 2011 @ 9:53 am | by Jim Carroll

    There are one or two things you shouldn’t do if you are a fabled media mogul whose bark and bite has kept a succession of politicians in your pocket. One of these is to to show that you’re actually out of touch with what’s going on in your own empire.

    Yesterday in an off-off-Broadway room in Westminister, News Corporation boss Rupert Murdoch turned up to take questions from Tom Watson and other members of the House of Commons’ culture, media and sport committee about that troublesome one per cent of his media empire, the News of the World and its hacking culture. It was an eye-opening performance, in all the wrong ways.

    If it were not for the interference of that attention-seeking clown who attacked Murdoch Sr with shaving foam, we would be talking about a Wizard of Oz moment this morning, when the man who has pulled media strings for decades was revealed to be someone who didn’t know what was going on. There were probably many people who watched the proceedings yesterday afternoon and wondered if this really was the guy courted by politicians and prime ministers over the years keen to win his favours and to have him and his papers on side. The guy who is unable to answer those questions about his business. The guy whose son is doing his level best to butt in and protect him. The guy who was doing a very credible line in doddery old man.

    For the media world, the last couple of weeks have been quite astonishing. From the sudden closure of one of the most successful products in the News Corp portfolio to the appearance of Murdoch father and son at Westminister yesterday, this story has moved very quickly. Every time I look at the Guardian frontpage, the publication which has run this game (and Nick Davies, in particular, is playing a blinder – if you haven’t done so, have a read of his excellent “Flat Earth News”), there seems to be another splash about a revelation, resignation or plot twist.

    We’ve seen the story spread from the News of the World to the London Metropolitan Police and onto Westminister. Media executives and police top brass have already resigned (many under clearly evident protest) and it will be quite incredible if there’s not some political casualities to add to the list. No-one believes we’re anywhere near the end of this story. The news cycle may move on, but this story will probably claim more scalps in the coming weeks, especially those who think they might be able to weasel their way through it.

    Will Murdoch Sr and Jr get the chop? Well, News Corp shareholders still seem happy to leave their cash in the company for now – after all, publishing revenue is just a small part of the balance sheet. It could be a different story if the scandal keep spreading and some investors will have viewed the yesterday’s performance by the Murdochs with concern. However, it’s a UK story for now and shareholders won’t be abandoning ship or calling for beheadings unless it spreads to the United States. After all, as CNN notes, the share price is up 8 per cent compared to a year ago.

    But it’s the reputational damage for Murdoch and his newspapers caused by this story which may cause the mogul more concern. Closing the News of the World, a decision which doesn’t seem to have cost the Murdochs any lost sleep, has not killed the story. In fact, it’s probably given it more oxygen as a bewildering cast of characters (come on down Paul McMullan and make sure you’re wearing that suit) have roamed the landscape talking about the ins and outs – and occasionally rights and wrongs – of hacking and blagging.

    We have seen celebrities who’ve been the focus of tabloid stories like Hugh Grant, George Michael and Steve Coogan take up the fight against their former tormentors. The public have applauded their actions, but the public only really began to pay attention when the story moved beyond celebrities and footballers to innocents like Milly Dowler and the 7/7 bombing victims, which is probably not great news for the celeb-class in the long run.

    The public outrage at what happened at the News of the World has not spread to News International’s other titles as sales remain steady, which is probably something they’re keeping a close eye on back at base. This may change if other scandals come to the fore and bring these titles into play, though there’s yet little evidence to back up whispers of stories like Mudoch reporters hacking the phones of 9/11 victims’ families. There are, of course, many other angles which will now be pursued (one will probably be the relationship between policemen and journalists) and it will be interesting to see if such investiagions bring other newspapers into the loop.

    Back to the emperor. Murdoch must wish that the pieman had intervened at the start of yesterday’s session, thus saving him a couple of hours of hard questioning and feeble explanations. Instead, we got to see the man behind the myths and machinations without the spin and the subterfuge and it wasn’t very edifying for the fabled veteran newspaperman. It’s all change for Murdoch and his circle and something they’re going to have to get used to. Certainly, Murdoch’s days of getting a grand welcome at the prime minister’s gaff seem over for now, even if he turns up at the back-door.

  • The Irish Times’ Culture podcast

    May 25, 2011 @ 9:17 am | by Jim Carroll

    This week’s Irish Times’ Culture Podcast was hosted and presented by arts editor Shane Hegarty and features Hugh Linehan, Sinead Gleeson and myself yakking about Queen Elizabeth, Barack Obama, Irish media coverage of these visits, Primavera and summer festivals. Have a listen to what we have to say here.

  • Jedward have the last laugh

    April 19, 2011 @ 1:59 pm | by Jim Carroll

    Around about a year ago, there was a lot of guffawing about Jedward on the back of the pair getting their P45s from Sony Music after one single. But, as OTR noted when the story broke, you had to wonder who were the real dopes in all of this, as it was becoming perfectly clear that Jedward were not really in this for any sort of musical gain. Music was, after all, just one string to their rather bizarre bow and a pretty poor one at that so how any music company expected to make cash from them was anyone’s guess. You wondered just where the Grimes’ twins would go from there. One thing was clear, though: we hadn’t heard the last of them just because the Sony A&R department told them to sling their hooks.

    Fast-forward a year and Jedward are the ones with the grins. Several breathless stories last week told of a multi-million year for the pair thanks to gigs, personal appearances, product endorsements, advertising campaigns and anything else which will turn a buck for the buckos. They are even stars on the bar mitzvah circuit (and yes, there is evidence to show that this isn’t some whopper from the Louis Walsh spin machine). They are raking it in. The group who finished sixth in The X Factor two years ago are now doing better than anyone else from that TV show. Who knew?

    There are several lessons in all of this. Firstly, never write off two lads from Lucan with vertical-hold hairstyles who are managed by someone who can always find brass from muck. Secondly, never under-estimate the difficulties involved in trying to make cash from sales of recorded music in 2011 and beyond. And thirdly, Jedward are going to be with us for a very, very long time. Now, isn’t that a cheery thought for the afternoon?

  • Vice magazine is going global – but can it keep its edge?

    April 8, 2011 @ 9:54 am | by Jim Carroll

    It’s a story to warm the cockles of every would-be media mogul’s heart. Yes, Dorothy, there is still cash to be made from magazines.

    Of course, Vice magazine is no longer just a magazine. What began as a free publication in Montreal in 1994 is now a multi-headed beast with a TV station, record label, publishing imprint, a London boozer (The Old Blue Last in Shoreditch) and sundry other fingers in other pies.

    The magazine is still part of the mix – and it’s still free, irreverent, sarcastic and hugely entertaining – but it’s now a publication with different editions in dozens of countries worldwide.

    This week, Vice announced their intention to move to the next level when they tapped some high-profile investors for large wodges of cash. New investors in Vice Media include advertising group WPP, MTV founder Tom Freston and private equity group the Raine Group. As we say in Tipperary, Vice are playing senior hurling now.

    Vice will use the cash to set up shop in emerging markets like China, India and Brazil as well as to augment its existing sports and news operations.

    What will be interesting to see is how Vice 2.0 balances commitments to its funders (who will want to see a return on their money) and its underground appeal. Fans and followers will be the first to cry foul if Vice loses its edge or begins to follow the easy money by jumping into bed with big brands and labels.

    But those investors surely know that they’re not latching onto some vehicle which will quickly and willingly change course to make money. Vice has made it this far and attracted this much attention because it has been true to itself. And that’s really the lesson for all Vice wannabes.

  • Top Of the Pops and the nostalgia business

    April 6, 2011 @ 10:25 am | by Jim Carroll

    It was 1976 all over again last weekend as BBC4 began repeating Top of the Pops from that year. The Beeb plan to repeat the seminal music show in chronological order, starting with April 1976 (the date from which the station has an archive of every TOTP episode) and continuing until they run out of steam or people run out of interest. If the repeats are true to the form of the original TV show, this will happen when they get to some stage in the late 1990s. The show may have continued until 2006, but it had lost its mojo long before then.

    Yet for people of a certain generation – and they were the ones squealing and shrieking like teenyboppers on Twitter last weekend as the show screened – these reruns are TV gold. First and foremost, the shows remind them of their youth, a time when they were really interested in music and had yet to become sniffy about new pop tunes (a sniffiness which has a lot to do with laziness, inertia and fear, to be honest).

    The rereuns also allow them to claim incorrectly once again that pop music was way better back then, another indication that they’ve seen that dreaded stop sign and have obeyed its command. The stop sign is a point which many reach in their late twenties when they lose that passion for new music which used to be their most fervent badge of identity due to the demands of work or home. One of the symptoms of taking heed of the stop sign is a belief that there will never be bands or acts better than the bands or acts you liked when they you really into music. I have friends who will sadly insist to this very day that no-one has bettered The Wonder Stuff, The Wedding Present, Neds Atomic Dustbin and Carter USM. You can forgive your friends a lot, can’t you?

    There will, no doubt, be calls for the Beeb to revive TOTP on the back of the current good vibes for screening 35 year old episodes of the show. The record labels are always banging on about bringing TOTP back because they know that a weekly TV show can only help to increase acts’ profile. The current wave of nostalgia over the repeats will put a gloss on the fact that people lost interest in TOTP when they lost interest in the music which TOTP was covering. That’s what happens when you have a show where the content is decided by the music which people are buying and when many in the prospective audience have stopped buying (or caring about) new music.

    In truth, those who were putting the acts onto TOTP were probably not even watching the show by the the 1990s. Back then, the huge success of dance music in the charts ensured you’d lots of unshowy DJs making the Top 10 which never made for a great TV experience. Inbetween the DJs and “live” electronic acts, you had desperate boy bands and girl bands who’d been unsubtly cobbled together by pudgy, sweaty, egotistical, would-be svengalis in bad designer suits (I encountered many of these beasts in my murky past) in the hope of emulating Take That or the Spice Girls. On one level, it was fantastic entertainment but, for those now getting high on the supply of TOTP repeats, it was more proof that popular music had gone to hell in a handcart. Bring back Pan’s People, they would cry. The saddos.

    Then, there’s the fact that we don’t really go to our TVs to experience music any more. Why would we need to sit around and watch a TV show at a certain time when you have YouTube, digital music channels and the interwebs to entertain you? As we can see from how the schedulers have dealt with shows like Later With Jools Holland, Other Voices and Ceol Ar An Imeall, music shows are for the graveyard shift. A music show is no longer a prime-time concern unless you have Simon Cowell and Louis Walsh bitching and mincing respectively for the cameras.

    The success of TOTP was that it was screened bang slap in the middle of the evening. It was a show which was as much about family entertainment as the machinations of the music business. Its demise set in when it became a showcase for the marketing departments of various record labels to show their prowess in getting tunes straight into the Top 10. These days, music-based family fare is provided by the family sitting on their sofas, voting with their mobile phones for assorted gobshites on The X Factor. Perhaps they could also come to love TOTP again, but I doubt it.

  • Stories from the radio

    March 7, 2011 @ 9:33 am | by Jim Carroll

    Aslan have never enjoyed a great rep in certain quarters. You can chalk this down to many things, from the band’s music (brilliant, catchy pop songs which get played to death on the radio are not everyone’s cup of tea) to their longetivity (sticking around for nearly three decades is quite staggering, in fairness), but there’s no doubt that their lengthy innings means that there’s a lot of fantastic tales to be told. I remember interviewing back in 1998 or 1999 and they were fantastic value, just one cracking story after another.

    In many ways, then, interviewing the band’s Christy Dignam and Billy McGuinness was an easy gig for Miriam O’Callaghan on yesterday’s Miriam Meets show. She just had to make sure the microphones were on, point the duo in the direction of another anecdote and away they went without any need for the presenter to stick her oar in.

    While O’Callaghan’s Sunday morning show often suffers from fluffy whimsy and a feeling that the host has to induce the guest to tears at least once, this episode was never going to fall into that trap. Dignam and McGuinness covered the whole nine yards of Aslan’s existence, from the early days playing the Revenue Club, rehearsing in a pig-sty and throwing in decent jobs as a baker and telephone engineer to the era of signing a record deal, partying every night away and Dignam’s heroin addiction right onto the band splitting up and getting back together again.

    There were no punches pulled when it came to discussing such issues as Dignam getting fired from the band he founded – the others left this dirty deed to their then manager Danny Kenny while they dodged the singer in a studio across town – or how he dealt with his addiction. It was an open, honest and brutally raw hour of radio and made you realise that there’s one hell of a documentary in Aslan’s topsy-turvey crazy world. I just hope (and assume) someone is working on it.

    Patricia, Mary and Mary-Lou Too was the title of a brilliant post-general election 2007 on three female candidates who ran (ultimately unsuccessfully) for the Dail in Dublin Central. Dogfight: Conor and Charlie was this election’s offering on that front, documentary maker Ciaran Cassidy following Dublin South West Fianna Fail dudes Conor Lenihan and Charlie “Mr Tallaght” O’Connor as they battled for their political lives.

    Cassidy’s time with the candidates produced radio gold. What stood out was the reaction the pair received on the doorsteps. There was plenty of the anger we kept hearing about during the election campaign, as people reacted to finding two of the gobshites responsible for the mess we’re in, smirking away at their front door. That there was only one reported incident of threatened violence against this pair of doofuses is a credit to the maturity of the voters of Dublin South West, who instead took their savage revenge at the ballot-box.

    What also stood out was the pair’s reaction to this anger. There were lots of laughs, jibes and slaggings as the Fianna Failers failed time and time again to realise just why the constituents were so outraged. There was no empathy, no understanding, no sympathy of the situations they were hearing about because Lenihan and O’Connor just didn’t get it and have been insulated from the hardships and hard choices which faced their constituents (and will continue to be, as you can see from this piece listing their pensions and redundancy payments). For them, it was a bad day at the office and, sure, they’ll be back again in a few years time. For the voters, this was a cold, calculated, completely warranted response to 14 years of Fianna Fail incompetence.

    If those compiling Fianna Fail’s post-game blame report needs something else to analyse, this documentary should be compulsory listening. Of course, given the pig-headed arrogance displayed to the bitter end by the fired pair and their failed peers like John O’Donoghue and Dick Roche, there’s every chance that the reduced rump of Fianna Fail diehards is still wandering around, scratching its collective head, trying to work out what just happened. Having a new leader who did a good line in looking pious and saying sorry at every juncture was just not good enough in the end. Having candidates like Lenihan and O’Connor rolling around the constituency like they were to the manor born was not what the voters wanted. As the documentary showed, the writing was on the wall from the very beginning of the campaign, if only the party and its candidates had bothered to look.

  • Smells like nostalgic spirit

    January 27, 2011 @ 9:50 am | by Jim Carroll

    Is it really 20 years ago since Nirvana brought some teen spirit to Sir Henry’s and the Top Hat when they supported Sonic Youth? OTR rarely indulges in nostalgia, but I probably won’t be the only person who is transported back two decades when they pick up the current issue of Mojo magazine. It has an excellent piece by Keith Cameron on Nirvana with those two Irish shows in August 1991, just before “Smells Like Teen Spirit” and “Nevermind” catapulted the band (and especially Kurt Cobain) into the mainstream, featuring heavily. Cameron’s piece features excerpts from an interview he did with the band on the tour-bus between Cork and Dublin (with Spinal Tap playing on the video machine), as well as some fine shots by Ed Sirrs from the Cork gig.

    I mentioned the piece on Twitter the other evening and, lo and behold, Ruari Lynch pointed me towards a recording from that Sir Henry’s show. Twitter is great like that, I have to say. The recording will probably add to the number of people who claim to have been at the show. Indeed, there are now probably more people who were at the Sir Henry’s and Top Hat gigs than who claim to have been at the GPO in 1916. The recording also makes me wonder just how many other seminal Irish gig recordings are out there waiting to be heard again, gigs which were recorded surreptitiously by silent lads with a Sony Professional walkman in their jacket and which were sold on O’Connell Bridge the following day.

    Yes, I know I’ve talked about this brace of gigs before on OTR. Back in 1991, I was doing some PR work for promoter Gerry Harford and he was the one who brought Sonic Youth and Nirvana to Ireland, with Des Blair taking care of the gig in Cork. The Youth had played McGonagle’s (a brilliant venue which used to stand on South Anne Street) the previous year so there was a huge buzz about them, hence why the gig was now on in the bigger capacity Top Hat. There was absolutely no fuss about Nirvana, though. I knew about them via a couple of tracks which Therapy? drummer Fyfe Ewing had included on a brilliant compilation tape he’d done for me and that was the extent of it.

    I thought Nirvana were fantastic on both occasions, though if you told me that they were about to go supernova, I’d have laughed. Back in August 1991, it still didn’t quite seem possible that a band like Nirvana would set the world alight. I listened to “Nevermind” yesterday for the first time in years and it all came echoing back from that time before the internet. All those elements which elicited wows 20 years ago are still present and correct: the dumb energy, the fantastic pop hooks, Cobain’s rebel howl, the sheer intensity of a great band high on the hog. Let’s hope we see their likes again.

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  • Has the time come to put the music back into MTV?

    January 21, 2011 @ 9:30 am | by Jim Carroll

    MTV UK announced plans this week for a new flagship channel which will, hold the front page, play music videos.

    The new channel is to be called MTV Music and, according to the network’s David Lynn, will break new artists and develop new talent. It will also feature “some of the greatest live performances ever” so Dire Straits’ fans are well catered for.

    Of course, it’s a long time since MTV was a channel which just played music videos. It’s become synomous in recent years with reality TV shows like The City (Kerry footballer Paul Galvin is a big fan), The Hills, Jersey Shore, Pimp My Ride, Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County and My Super Sweet 16.

    You want to see a video, old timer? Go to YouTube or one of a zillion specialised music channels (including other MTV-branded ones).

    But perhaps the time is right for MTV to re-establish its credentials and show that the “M” stands for music not mediocrity.

    As people move away from purchasing physical and even digital music in favour of streaming, it’s noticable that YouTube, in particular, is attracting a lot of traffic from music fans.

    It’s unlikely that long overdue record industry initiatives like On Air, On Sale, which removes the gap between a record being promoted on radio and when it goes on sale, will change this state of affairs.

    However, we’re sure some MTV execs are looking at the traffic YouTube attracts and thinking about grabbing a slice of that advertising pie. As they probably keep reminding themselves, MTV invented the music television shizzle (or at least had better PRs than everyone else) so it could time to retake the castle. Whether they could actually succeed is another matter entirely.

  • Putting a shape on 2011

    January 5, 2011 @ 8:59 am | by Jim Carroll

    There are some traditions which you shouldn’t mess with. With the fourth estate, it’s customary to spend December looking at the year that was and January looking at the year that’s ahead. Seeing as I’ve spent the Christmas break adhering to other seasonal traditions (ie horsing into chocolate kimberleys like they were going out of fashion), I’ve decided to stick with the crowd on this one. It will be one of the few times when my peers and I agree on anything.

    Let’s start with the tips, as much a part of this time of year as lofty resolutions. In last Friday’s Ticket, my fellow music writers and I put our collective necks on the line to highlight some acts we think might do some sort of business in 2011. I remarked last year that it remains to be seen what’s the new definition of “doing the business” and this remains the case going into 2011. It’s unlikely that many names on the various lists will provide surprises for regular OTR readers, as most of the acts mentioned have already been profiled here in our regular New Music slots.

    Similarly, the BBC Sound Of 2011 poll, which is currently making its way through the final stages of the wash-cycle, contains names who were covered extensively here in 2010. That should be our new motto: if you want to know what’s on the BBC Sound of 2012 poll, make sure you read OTR in 2011. I’ll get the marketing bods on it ASAP.

    There’s also a list from the NME of the 20 acts you’ll be reading a lot about in 2011. Worringly, Oasis revivalists and self-proclaimed neanderthals Brother feature here and elsewhere. Do we really want to see a return to lumpen mad-for-its? I would think the jury’s still out but Geffen would not agree having signed ‘em up. At least, there’s some glowing, artful minimalism ahead from James Blake and Nicolas Jaar (whose forthcoming “Space Is only Noise” release was my most played album over Christmas) to counteract all that misplaced bravado. If you want more on what might face these bright new things, check out this piece.

    I hope that music from home will provide as much eating and drinking in 2011 as it did last year. It will be interesting to see, for instance, if the momentum produced during the most prolific and high-profile 12 months ever for Irish music continues. Over 200 Irish albums were released in 2010 but, seeing as the vast bulk of those acts won’t be putting out new albums in 2011, will the numbers at year’s end be as high? Actually, footnote alert, wasn’t there a few predictions over the last five years about “the death of the album”? That seems to have been a prediction with as much credence as “the death of blogging” or “the death of Bebo”. If artists keep on making albums, we’ll keep getting albums. When artists stop making albums, you can write that obituary.

    Really, vast cellars of salt should be be supplied along with all predictions. Remember that no-one was predicting in January 2010 that we were on the cusp of some sort of golden age for acts with Irish passports. And while we might wonder what’s next, there are inevitably a bunch of acts already warming up on the sidelines with albums ready to go, just as there are probably also a bunch of acts who’ve been buzzed up by last year’s attention and want to go to work.

    It will be telling to see how many of the Irish Class of 2010 go on to take their variation of the noise out foreign. I know, this is a particular bugbear of mine, but walk with me a little on this one. While there’s absolutely nothing wrong with sticking to the home patch, acts with any sort of serious ambition for a long-run need to look further afield. This is a small wee island and it’s nigh impossible for a band keen to do this full-time to survive on income from here alone. Taking the noise out foreign doesn’t just mean hassling the bejaysus out of the last remaining major label A&R men in the world, but rather coming up with smart, bespoke ways to turn homegrown buzz into something with international legs. This will take time, patience, largesse and a large degree of luck, but it can be done if the will to do it is there.

    There already have been some inroads (mentions here, tours there) to go with what Villagers and Two Door Cinema Club have done and are doing, but there should be bigger splashes to come. I’m curious to see what James Vincent McMorrow, for one, will do elsewhere this year, especially as he seems to have now sorted out his live show.

    There are quite a few new-ish Irish acts I’m looking forward to hearing more from in 2011. Seven albums I’m looking forward to hearing in 2011 are those which are hopefully coming from Squarehead, Cloud Castle Lake, Daithí, The Casanova Wave, Jennifer Evans, Niamh de Barra and Krystal Klear. At least, I assume those albums are coming. Each of those acts demonstrated huge smarts in the last 12 months which auger well for what they might well do in 2011 and beyond.

    On the business side of the music business, you can expect a lot of the stories which grabbed the headlines in the last few years to continue to play out again and again (and again). This means that we’ll be writing about ticket prices, Ticketmaster, gig turnouts, record labels, Spotify, streaming, retail, IRMA, piracy, new solutions, festivals, radio and unforeseen circumstances. Sorry about this in advance, but this is the way of the walk on the music business patrol and will be for some time to come. That much needed reset will be some time in coming.

    Like Fianna Fail, these issues are not going to vanish overnight. Ticket prices won’t fall and Ticketmaster will continue to vex ticket buyers, when that ire should really be directed at the acts (and promoters) who use Ticketmaster as a handy whipping boy. Gig turnouts will range from good (especially for the big arena and stadium shows) to pathetic (especially for new visiting acts where the promoter has done sweet FA to promote the show – hands up those who saw Jamaica or Boy & Bear play in Dublin last year?). Record labels will still hang around (the bad ones) or morph into newer models (the good ones). Spotify will work it all out and become a global streaming jukebox. Retail will continue to be something old people like me sigh and tut about, while young ones wonder what all the fuss is about (and the slide will continue – look at this morning’s news from HMV with 60 shops to be closed and Christmas sales down 10 per cent). IRMA will spend even more money on lawyers. Piracy will become an issue talked about by people who don’t realise that that particular battle is long over. New solutions will be provided at least eight times a week. We will see even more micro and niche festivals in Ireland over the summer months. For radio, see retail (especially if advertising revenue continues to slide). And some clever buck in a promoter’s office must surely come up with a new way of saying “unforeseen circumstances” this year. In fact, we should offer a prize for this.

    Me, I’m looking forward to 2011. In my strange, mixed-up, slightly warped, illogical head, odd years trump even years every time. I’m as eager as ever to come across some amazing band I know nothing about who will knock my socks off. I’m gagging to hear an awesome tune from some bunch of unknowns which has way more resonance than the fourth forced album from some bunch of Irish has-beens who should have stuck with the day-job. I’m hoping to come across a return to form from some act I’d written off ages ago to show that I’m (occasionally) wrong. I’m patiently waiting for new development on the music business beat which means we can stop having to write about the current gallery of self-serving, smug, clueless, uncaring, feckless wasters who’ve done absolutely nothing other than protect their own neck for the last decade (this can also apply to the Fianna Fail/Green government). Despite the fact that I should know better, I’m optimistic. Hey, it’s going to be a great year.


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