So, apparently it’s the end of the summer – television stations are switching to their autumn afternoon schedules (I’m looking forward to all the episodes of A Touch Of Frost), leaves are falling from Tulse Hill’s tallest trees, and the wind’s getting up to the extent that the cats don’t want to go into the garden to do their business. To get me through the stinky next few months: five records I’m really rather looking forward to (four of which I’ve actually heard, natch).
Parts & Labor (pictured above), Receivers
(Jagjaguwar – released November 3)
Now a four-piece following the addition of guitarist Sarah Lipstate, Brooklyn-based Parts & Labor’s fourth album revives the more anthemic qualities of their last, Mapmaker, while balancing the record’s pace so that the jagged edges don’t cut quite so deep; typical, relatively speaking, songs are interlaced with snippets of sampled found sound, crackling static and misfiring receivers (title, d’uh), to create a seamless whole certain to appeal to hardcore and converts alike.
Windy & Carl, Songs For The Broken Hearted
(Kranky – released October 14)
Transcendental drone akin to Stars Of The Lid tackling Clear Horizon material… now that’s a Kranky love-in. Just gorgeously arranged ambient washes of textural sound, full of that unpronounceable ache that manifests itself within all of us when we mine emotional depths so familiar but rarely visited.
Eugene McGuinness, Eugene McGuinness
(Domino – released October 13)
Eugene makes the step up from Double Six to Domino proper for his debut album, the follow-up to last year’s The Early Learnings Of… EP; throughout the young singer-songwriter flexes creative muscles developed beyond his years, lyrically and melodically, and goes some way to delivering on all the promise he’s displayed on past recordings and a variety of solo and band-backed live appearances. There’s no reason why he shouldn’t taste mainstream success with this brilliantly instantaneous collection.
Fucked Up, The Chemistry Of Common Life
(Matador – released October 13)
Canada’s well-educated punk-rock marauders come out bawling lyrical complexities on their second full-length, and first for Matador, but conceptual frameworks aside this simply bites and snarls in the manner the initiated will be warmly expecting – transplanting their tumultuous live shows to the studio may have proved impossible, all six members rarely in the same room during Chemistry’s gestation, but the end result is a mesmerising achievement that’s going to see its makers explore audience avenues never before open to them.
(Warner Bros – released TBC)
Oh man, I cannot wait for this one. When that release date’s confirmed: I am going to do a cartwheel.