The Tough Alliance – A New Chance (Modular)
September 22nd, 2008
This record is the sum of all these parts, and simultaneously it is like nothing you have ever heard before.
A polite young chap seats himself next to us in the Bollywood field’s pizza parlour... “I’m so excited about Laurent Garnier,” he gushes. His face falls and he silently munches on his pizza when we inform him that, regrettably, Mr Garnier is no longer appearing in this episode. He will instead be replaced by Neon Neon in ten minutes’ time... we manage to disappoint no less than four people in the same manner over the next hour and a half.
As the overcast skies finally fade away, we're already so covered in mud that we almost expect Siegfried Sassoon to put his head above the parapet and recite a moving poem on the imminent onset of trenchfoot.
Four songs in and I genuinely can’t bear to watch any more, so off we trot, both still slightly shaken by how it all went so wrong.
Stirring, I think I can just hear something over the PA. Benjamin later informs me that this was “Miss Amy” [Winehouse] and her band soundchecking.
A seventeen-minute instrumental diversion (at the least!) proves ample time to order myself a caramel milkshake, drink it in its entirety and completely lose myself. Excellent.
Good Lord, Ebony Bones has a right set of lungs on her. She’d either make a truly terrifying drill sergeant, or an amazing PA announcer (“Would the owner of A GREEN Ford Fiesta P-LLLLLEASE REMOVE IT! As it is BLOCKING IN!!!! another vehicle…”). Or both.
For every Gorillaz, there's a Fat Les. For every Monaco, there's The Other Two. Yes, side projects and supergroups are known for being the most...
So explicitly emotional are the songs of her recent debut album Youth Novels that they should come packaged with one of those infamous black and white Tipper Stickers. 'Parental Advisory: Contains Love, Loss, Elation, Tragedy, Erotica and Despair'.
A much needed coffee. Not exactly noteworthy on its own, but worth mentioning for the following notable conversation...
My friend: "Ooh, look at him. He’s quite spicy for an older man."
Me: (Turning round) "That’s Gruff Rhys, Eleanor."