PORT LA GALÉRE

Port La Galère, I’m led to believe, is a swanky area of the Côte d’Azur. Ive not been there myself. But JG Ballard told me so in his ace book Super-Cannes. This song is loosely based on ideas from said novel which, if you’ve read it, deals with a privileged, elite Utopian society of ex-pats living it up in the sun. On the face of it, everything looks swanky-dory but below the surface ugliness awaits. I should write the tag lines for books eh? The lyrics to this song kind of reflect that same feeling. Being somewhere where you feel a prisoner even though you are free and happy. Sinister. That imagery I find ever so appealing. Ballard’s book Cocaine Nights is on a similar bent and this ditty was indeed originally titled Heroine Chic. I then decided that was a bit of a toss title and rather than a light nod I went for a full on pinch. Again.

It’s an old song anyhow and has gone through a few different permutations in a couple of previous bands. For this take the accordion seemed to lead it so that’s the way we went. The percussion throughout is one of this clicky frog things you bring back from holiday (I think it was Kyle DC’s in this case…) and some little blocks of wood that we set up. I also remember doing a load of takes of that faux-flamenco guitar at the end as I constantly kept muffing it up. No Guitarist of the Year Awards heading my way anytime soon.

For no reason other than the holiday/coast/sun link, here’s me in a dodgy vest (I’d just woken up…) with a terrible barnet (no excuse…) covering Metronomy on banjo. Standard.

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Shabbey Road Sessions – vol 1

Oh hello…didn’t see you there…you alright?

Well with the world plunging evermore into madness financially and morally, thought i’d post up a few vids. They might brighten your dwindling spirit, or they may effect you in such a way that you choose to pop out and rob the nearest Lidl. The choice, as our Graham used to say on Blind Date, is yours…

Basically, within the last month or so, I have been forced….nay, hurled….into the 21st century by obtaining a new phone and mac within the space of about a week. Hence the quality/dodgy effects/inexplicable vest on these little puppies.

First up is AN EXCLUSIVE BRAND NEW SONG (in my head that voice over was Rutger Hauer…like them butter ads…) – it’s called ‘Aim High’ (which Elliott tells me sounds like a song title that should be in Glee or summat…I have no idea what he’s on about…)

So that’s the phone video mastered…onto the ol’ lappy toppy. And the aforementioned ill-advised attire…a cover of one of my fave songs of the year thus far. In fact, the whole Metronomy album is really rather spiffing…

And finally, back to the hi-tech, no-expense spared, FX laden adventure-fest of the phone camera and a tour of my spare room. For no reason, other than i’d had a few drinks. Enjoy.