The 10 Best Blur Deep Cuts [Deep Cuts Week]

Our Deep Cuts journey continues with ten superb and often-overlooked songs from the 90s British rock band Blur.

The first time I really heard about Blur being awesome, I was seated around a dining-room table with a bunch of British public school prefects at Uppingham School in England. I’m seriously not making this up. It was 1995, and I was there on sort of an exchange-y type of thing, dining and conversing with a bunch of fellows a bit older than I was, and they were pretty keen to know what bands I thought were good. I offered some of the standardbearers of American rock of the era — Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Weezer. But in return, they mentioned only one band — Blur. Basically, they were adamant that Blur was the greatest band going and Parklife the greatest record.

In retrospect, I find it hard to argue with those prefects, certainly with regard to the British musical scene that they knew best.

Singer Damon Albarn and guitarist Graham Coxon grew up as childhood friends in London and founded Blur, originally called Seymour before they got a record deal, while attending college. Bassist Alex James and drummer Dave Rowntree formed the other half of the ensemble. Although the band caught on fairly quickly, scoring a record deal and changing their name at the label’s request, their first record Leisure (released in 1991) was a rather uninspired retread of the then-huge Manchester “baggy” scene. Trippy songs like “There’s No Other Way” were notable, but hardly mindblowing.

But Blur’s course changed dramatically after they returned from a horrific tour of the USA — where their psychedelic sound fell on deaf ears — and learned that in their absence, musical styles had shifted back home. A rival band, Suede, was all the rage, which incensed the incredibly competitive Albarn. (To be fair, Suede’s debut record was really good.) He began his counterattack by stealing the Suede frontman’s girlfriend, fellow musician Justine Frischmann. Then, channeling Ray Davies and harboring a dislike of American culture after experiencing it abroad and noting its influences in England, Albarn decided to push the group towards a distinctly British point of view, beginning on the record Modern Life is Rubbish. Continued pursuits on this theme led the group to produce its masterpiece, a slice of contemporary London called Parklife, which dropped in ’94.

NME described these great albums as “London odyssey crammed full of strange commuters, peeping Thomases and lost dreams; of opening the windows and breathing in petrol … It’s the Village Green Preservation Society come home to find a car park in its place.”

Albarn’s experiment went awry with The Great Escape, which attempted to satirize upper crust lifestyles but ended up being mostly annoying. After ginning up a massive press-fueled rivalry with Oasis, Albarn stood by and watched as the Gallagher brothers became massive worldwide successes with their hacky, Beatles-esque tunes; meanwhile, his band’s observational pop remained a solely British phenomenon.

It was the dissatisfaction of the guitarist, Coxon — who had grown utterly sick of the “Britpop” movement his band had spearheaded, and much preferred listening to Pavement and other lo-fi American groups — that jarred Albarn and his bandmates to shift gears and find a more interesting sound. The result was the 1997 Blur self-titled, which became a significant success on the heels of a first-ballot HoF jock jam, “Song 2″ — apparently Blur’s tribute to Pavement hype man Bob Nastanovich.

Blur’s sound continued to evolve with 13, a collection of mournful tracks that dwelt at length on the dissolution of Albarn’s relationship with Frischmann. And as the band’s run wound down — Coxon frequently feeling out of place with the rest of the band and eager to try something new, as Albarn’s latest musical ideas annoyed him more and more — Blur still managed to release one more solid album in 2003, the largely Albarn-crafted Think Tank. Extra points in that record’s favor for a great Banksy cover.

While Blur has been effectively broken up since the early aughts — reuniting for the occasional concert or friendly jam, but largely pursuing their own projects — their seven-album catalogue is a feast of 90s rock delights. Their tracks are frequently more interesting, more rewarding, and more enduring than most American rock released at the time. Damon Albarn has continued to be awesome, arguably even stepping up his game with Gorillaz and other projects — but Parklife remains a true gem, and every other album Blur put out contains at least a few superb songs. Let’s dive into the crates, shall we? Read more of this post

The 10 Best Crosby, Stills & Nash Deep Cuts [Deep Cuts Week]

Deep Cuts Week Returns!

Try to contain your enthusiasm.

All week, ROTI will be rocking your soul with infrequently-played tracks from some of the most acclaimed and influential musical artists in recent memory. This is the second edition of a successful series we ran a year ago; the index of all Deep Cuts entries can be found at the end of this post.

Allow me, Alpine, to get personal for a minute. When I think about my love of great music and how it developed over the years, one scene that jumps into my mind is driving with my pops in the family station wagon, at a young and impressionable age, when “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes” from the debut album by Crosby, Stills and Nash came on the stereo. My dad cranked up the volume and we cruised down the placid roads of our suburban town listening to some of the greatest harmonies ever put on wax. I nearly lost my mind when Stephen Stills led the band into the final part of the song, the random rumination about Cuba, and later spent many hours with headphones clapped around my ears and the record playing on the family stereo, trying to puzzle out what the words were. (Still haven’t figured ‘em out.)

That’s why I’m beginning the second round of Deep Cuts articles with a feature on CSN. I received invaluable help in this effort from one of my wisest homies in harmony, and one of the most knowledgeable music fans on Earf, DJ Walls of Sound.

Probably the greatest and most essential supergroup ever created, CSN formed at a party at Mama Cass’ house in July 1968, at a time when all three of its members were adrift from the groups that had made them famous.

Troublemaker David Crosby was legendary for his harmonies as part of the original lineup of The Byrds, but was basically an a-hole who feuded with equally dickish frontman Roger McGuinn and eventually found himself band-less. Englishman Graham Nash had played a key role in the breakthrough success of The Hollies, yet he found his songwriting leading him in a different direction, a path that his fellow Hollies didn’t understand; they kept rejecting his compositions, and he eventually bailed and headed to California. Stephen Stills had achieved success through his collaborations with Neil Young; their band, Buffalo Springfield, had a smash hit with Stills’ “For What It’s Worth,” but after the elusive Young split from the band and insanely talented bassist Bruce Palmer was deported to Canada on drug charges, Stills was casting about for some new tune partners.

Stills and Crosby joined forces and had worked up a couple of numbers, including “You Don’t Have to Cry.” They were jamming on that song at Mama Cass’ pad, when Graham Nash walked up and laid down an insanely good high harmony over the top. Everyone knew right away that an incredibly awesome new sound had been born. Mere months later, they performed a set at Woodstock that launched their name into the top tier of harmonic rock groups. The sound that magically came together in July 1968 became one of the most influential musical styles of the 20th century.

The three geniuses feuded often throughout the years, both with and without their fourth wheel Neil Young. Throughout the intervening decades they’ve often re-formed in different configurations based on who was pissed at whom, or who was in jail (Crosby) or who randomly flounced off to Canada (Young). But their monument will always be the amazing songs and flawless, brilliant harmonies that they crafted together. Read more of this post

The 25 Most-Played Songs on My iPod Before It Died

I got an iPod in 2005 and named it Carl Weathers. It served me faithfully until it died last fall, in a tragic drowning that I chronicled in this article about Ween deep cuts.

In its five-year lifespan, twenty-five songs received the most “plays” — that is, times listened to in their entirety — of all the thousands of songs that I loaded onto the device.

These are those songs.

25. “Skew It On The Bar-B” — Outkast feat. Raekwon (91 plays)


“Old school players to new school fools.” Three styles blending perfectly. Rae’s verse is fire.

24. “King of Carrot Flowers pt 1″ — Neutral Milk Hotel (92 plays)


The passionate vocals, melodic heft, cool instrumentation and powerful lyrics are an insanely potent combo. This video also includes parts 2 & 3, a little bonus for your enjoyment.

23. “Nature Springs” — The Good, The Bad and The Queen (93 plays)

Paul Simonon from the Clash on bass,  ridiculous Afropop drummer Tony Allen on drums, and The Verve’s Simon Tong on axe, with Danger Mouse behind the boards. It’s an exemplary case of Damon Albarn’s awesomeness. The whistle section at the end is so choice.

22. “Have You Seen Her Face” — The Byrds (94 plays)


It’s one of the tastiest tunes ever recorded by the Byrds, and that’s saying something.

21. “Summer Babe (Winter Version) — Pavement (95 plays)


If you don’t like Pavement, you might want to stop reading this now…

20. “Father to a Sister of Thought” — Pavement (96 plays)


The pedal steel playing on this track by erstwhile engineer Doug Easley is top-notch.

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The One With The Tastiest Jams [Facebook Roundup Weekend]

I haven’t done Facebook Roundups in a few months, so I’m compiling the best items from the ROTI Facebook Page into a series of posts for this weekend.

This is the second entry, packed full of amazing tunes. Turn your volume up and brace yourself for the tastiness.

Let’s open things up with a little Bowie. You can never go wrong with Bowie.

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Our operative known as Serious Nihilism recommended this video from Fang Island, straight out of Providence. The joy is infectious.

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Belle and Sebastian’s early stuff never gets old for me.

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The Best Music of 2010 [Albums #5-#1]

We conclude our countdown of the best albums of the year with the five finest records of 2010, taking into account the collective opinion of our highly knowledgeable panel. Each of these albums received significant support from multiple judges, and each was considered the album of the year by at least one of our experts. In the end, I had to sort them out, and this seemed the most righteous order.

You really can’t go wrong with any of these albums, so scratch off the back of your iTunes gift cards and get downloading (or better yet, support your local independent record store).

Okay, let’s go.

#5. LCD Soundsystem – This Is Happening


LCD Soundsystem is described on Wikipedia as “dance-punk.” That sounds like a made-up genre, and maybe it is, but that’s just because LCD’s particular brand of genius often defies easy categorization.

This Is Happening is supposedly the final album this band will ever make, and if so, they have sandblasted a Mount Rushmore-level monument to their talents. This album is so good, so versatile, so original, it makes you rethink what a band can be. As Sasha Frere-Jones of the New Yorker wrote, “A drummer who worked for years as a sound engineer, [bandleader James] Murphy has an uncanny ability to hear sonic detail and then edit, enhance, and assemble those pieces into an easily felt, comprehensible new arrangement.” The result is an album packed with mindblowing tracks that transcend genre.

Here’s a good example. “Dance Yrself Clean” reminds me of the boxing style of Micky Ward, as portrayed by Marky Mark in The Fighter — lull your opponent into thinking he has you figured out, then unleash a kidney punch when he least expects it. Listen to this track and brace yourself around the three minute mark. Go on, I’ll wait.

It’s OK. I won’t tell anyone about how you just pooped your pants in happiness.

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