It's been awhile since I've posted a cover versions mix (and I've felt a little harried this week with both the volunteering and freelance work), so here's my rather lazy attempt. I would like to mention the War Child Heroes album since it's being touted as "The Ultimate Covers Album." As per usual, War Child is releasing an album with proceeds going to benefit children affected by war, but this year the idea was to get musical "heroes" to pick artists from the younger generation to cover a song from their back catalogue. I may not like all the tracks on the album, but there are some rather excellent ones, including TV on the Radio covering David Bowie's "Heroes," Scissor Sisters covering Roxy Music's Do the Strand, Rufus Wainwright covering Brian Wilson's Wonderful and Song For Children, Hot Chip covering Joy Division's Transmission, and Peaches covering Iggy Pop's Search and Destroy. You can find out how to order the UK version and how to pre-order the North American versions on the War Child MySpace.
This mix has got a fair bit of 80s covering going on, but it also includes Camera Obscura's excellent version of the most famous ode to a spotlight and Devendra Banhart's stripped-down re-working of Oasis (he actually makes it relatively palatable with his Marc Bolanesque bleat). This one's called Re-Make/Re-Model.
Here's the last weekly mix of the year - not including the next three Sundays' weekly mix round-ups of course. It's also the fifth and last collection of cover versions for 2008. It's hard to believe this is number 46 already.
Without really thinking, this compilation turned out to lean about 50% into the post-punk/new wave direction (I guess that the odds are that it would with my type of music collection). Several of the artists covered and doing the covering in this mix are post-punk/new wave with exceptions like Dragonette's version of ZZ Top's Sharp Dressed Man, Bjork's version of the Bond tune You Only Live Twice, Chromatics' version of Bruce Springsteen's I'm On Fire, and Kate Bush's version of Elton John's Rocket Man. This one's called Something Borrowed. Check back here next Sunday for the first part of the Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and...Well, Friday I'm in Love Year-End Round-Up (it's lucky I don't have to create a banner for that).
It's that time again - cover versions. This will be the fourth weekly mix featuring covers, so I estimate there will only be one more covers mix for the year. Since creating these collections of covers I realized something that I probably should have figured out by now: that I gravitate towards covers of artists I already like, meaning I have multiple covers of David Bowie, The Smiths and New Order songs above and beyond covers of other artists. It only makes sense, mind - why would you enjoy and/or notice covers of artists you don't particularly like or recognize? And the likelihood is that the artists you already love are inspired by other artists you love. Of course there are also just some artists that were so prolific and memorable that they get covered more than others on a regular basis. At any rate, with this mix, there are four covers of David Bowie, two covers of New Order and one of The Smiths. I'm a creature of unshakable habits and predilections.
Particular highlights of this compilation include Nico's surprisingly upbeat cover of Heroes, Charlotte Martin's delicate version of Bizarre Love Triangle, the haunting JJ72 interpretation of It's a Sin, and one of the best songs that OK Go could have covered with Damian Kulash's voice...The Lovecats. This mix is called Old Habits (And Artists) Die Hard. Stay tuned for next week's Halloween megamix.
I apologize for the absolute shoddiness of this week's mix, which happens to be yet another collection of cover versions. Unfortunately, the fact my 100-page MA thesis was due early this week has eaten up any brain space and time for this entire past week. Last night, as I stared at a waffle and contemplated throwing it across the room, shouting "Look! A luftwaffle!," I realized that I might have been working too hard this past week. Don't be fooled by the time stamp on this post - in reality, I'm posting this thing on Tuesday. The benefit of making a mix of cover versions is it takes slightly less time in terms of selection (as opposed to trying to represent a particular feeling, theme or genre) - it is the lazy person's mixtape.
For now, I leave you with the above video of Indochine's cover of Dead or Alive's You Spin Me Round (I find this song even more amusing in the distinctly French accent - and on a slightly more random tangent, I really wish Pete Burns hadn't messed with his face, making a pretty man a distinctly frightening woman - and on an even more random tangent, I wonder if Pete Burns and Morrissey are still friends). Incidentally, I found out about this cover at Coast to Coast. I promise that next week will be a more thoughtful mix, and hopefully, I can catch up and write an extra post this week to make up for last week's slim pickings.
This mix is still pretty good considering the fact it includes the absolutely chilling cover of REM's Everybody Hurts by Bodies of Water, the eeriness of Einsturzende Neubauten's cover of Lee Hazlewood's Sand, and the delicate beauty of Bat for Lashes recent cover of The Cure's A Forest. And because there's always that chance I will squeeze in some sort of music from the best film in the world, Labyrinth, there's a rather bizarre cover of one of Bowie's Muppet masterpieces in there as well. I'll call this mix Luftwaffle.
It's cover version time again. I've had several of these accumulating since the first weekly mix of covers, and I felt it's been long enough of a break. I still marvel at the way other artists can make me enjoy a song I would never have listened to by the original artist. Case in point: the video clip above featuring Kate Bush singing Elton John's Rocket Man. Also, in this week's mix, I ended up picking two Beatles tracks covered by Nina Simone and Siouxsie and the Banshees, and I'm not really a Beatles fan to begin with. Somehow Siouxsie and the Banshees managed to make me re-imagine Dear Prudence in a way I never would have with the original - now I see a mysterious, dark little girl who won't leave her room.
Looking at this particular mix, it seems I've subconsciously went a bit 80's with covers of Billy Idol, Madonna, Oliva Newton-John, New Order and The Smiths. I've also included the utterly Canadian cover version - Corey Hart's completely ridiculous Sunglasses at Night by fey Montreal DJ, Tiga, who actually manages to make the song cool...well, maybe just a bit less embarrassing. And to avoid confusion for some, It's Not Over Yet is not an original Klaxons tune, so Goldfrapp is actually covering a cover and/or covering the original by Grace - I like her fragile, stripped-down version nonetheless, far more haunting than the Klaxons. One of my favourites in this mix is the cover of I Wanna Be Your Dog by French artist Emilie Simon - it's startling and lovely at the same time as her child-like voice croons over bizarre feedback and dreamy melody. Another favourite is John Cale's version of LCD Soundsystem's All My Friends (arguably one of the best tracks off Sound of Silver). I'll call this mix It's Never Over Yet.
When I read Nicky Wire's reviews of 2007 songs in an NME a couple of months back, I felt a bit like crying. Now, I don't think The Wire was ever really the epitome of music taste; however, there was a time when he and the others in the Manics praised artists with more meaning and credibility (The Clash, C86 bands, Public Enemy, etc.). Lately, the Manics are promoting artists like Cherry Ghost, Babyshambles, and The Horrors. I was heartbroken enough when Nicky first gushed over Rihanna's utterly annoying and ubiquitous Umbrella in the NME, and now...last week I find out that the Manics are covering Umbrella. And the track will be available on the free CD with a future issue of NME. It's taken me several days to digest both this news and the track itself.
The decision to cover this song and be included on this NME compilation smacks of the publicity machine. All of the recent attention given to the Manics by the NME is completely forced - because the Manics are the winners of this year's Godlike Genius Award, NME has decided to give a sudden push to their coverage of them even though they've been dismissive of them for years. The NME may also have felt the negative energy of Manics fans and their emails about the NME's hypocrisy (I may have sent one myself, ahem.). The Manics have had more features in NME in the past couple of months than they have in the past eight years, including a bizarre, tenuous tie-in to the news that Castro is retiring. Now, to coincide with the big NME Awards celebration and the resulting Manics' performance, the Manics choose to release a cover of probably the most popular track of 2007. Admittedly, the Manics have always been notorious for playing the publicity game by doing or saying shocking things, but I'm just bewildered by this gesture. If the Manics are once again "sleeping with the NME," I have a feeling they're going to end up on the couch in a few months.
Judging by the amount of discussion it's generated on the forum on http://www.foreverdelayed.org.uk/ (relevant and otherwise - whether Nicky Wire should be in a video for the song wearing Kylie Minogue's gold hotpants and dancing about with an umbrella, isn't particularly relevant), this cover version has created a fervor of opinions. I wonder if it's merely because of the novelty and the shock factor of deciding to cover this specific song. It seems there are several opinions ranging from how Umbrella was such a great song to begin with and the Manics merely replicate that success to complete praise for their brilliance to outright dejection. However, most of the criticism I've read seems to be leaning towards the positive. I, myself, believe that at best, the Manics have made a song that I originally hated a little more palatable. The strange If You Tolerate This, Your Children Will Be Next background that pulses through the first half doesn't seem quite right and James Dean Bradfield's guitar solo seems uncharacteristically lacklustre, but James's voice during the bridge gives me chills (of course that could just be because James's voice always gives me chills). You can listen to the song in the YouTube clip below and judge for yourself.
I still love the Manics with all of my heart and will always stand by them, but I love them like that best friend who can be mouthy and reckless, capable of saying and doing absolutely genius things and equally capable of looking foolish after taking something too far.
Since I don't have the Manics' Umbrella as an MP3, I will include a couple of the standout B-Sides from their latest album Send Away the Tigers. You'll be better off with these anyhow.
Cover versions are an interesting genre of music - they can go very badly, very well, or more often than not, sound too much like the original. When I was a teenager, I used to rant about how the original versions of songs were always best and how no one should be so audacious as to cover a song, especially one that was classic and well-loved already. Now that I'm older, I realize there are many covers that are just as good, sometimes even better, than the originals. In some cases, as with Police & Thieves by The Clash and Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley, the cover eclipses the original. I only just recently discovered that Ben Folds did a cover of Dr. Dre's Bitches Ain't Shit and that it's become massively popular (I'm obviously not up on my rap cover versions). While I'm not a fan of the original, nor this indie piano ballad version, it does make me think about why artists choose to cover others. Is it for tribute, for parody, for creating new meaning by recontextualizing?
Personally, the most effective cover versions make me hear a song in a whole new way and appreciate it far more than I did when I heard the original. I will admit that I would much rather hear the Scissor Sisters' version of Comfortably Numb over Pink Floyd's, and Brett Anderson's plaintive and distinctive vibrato puts a new gender-bending spin on Brass in Pocket. Sometimes the original artist would prevent me from liking particular songs, but in someone else's hands and voice, the song takes on a new, better life. While I would never listen to Nelly Furtado or Gwen Stefani of my own volition, I greatly enjoy the covers done by Bloc Party and Franz Ferdinand, respectively. Sometimes you're lucky and one of your favourite bands covers one of your favourite songs by another artist - in my case, Sneaker Pimps covered my all-time favourite Duran Duran song The Chauffeur.
Sad Kermit
It's always fascinating to see which kinds of songs a band chooses to cover - their choices can reveal influences or they can reveal admiration for another artist or they can introduce the covered artist to a whole new audience. Some are more prolific than others in producing covers - for example, Of Montreal has covered numerous songs on tour ranging from 60's British Invasion bands to current indie to glam rock. Some produce covers with the original band - Sandie Shaw and The Smiths come to mind (I didn't actually include any of Sandie Shaw's covers of The Smiths because I was dangerously close to making this mix a collection of Smiths cover versions - instead I included Shaw's fantastic version of Sympathy for the Devil). This weekly mix encompasses a range of cover versions from those who covered their contemporaries (Sandie Shaw, Franz Ferdinand, Dragonette, The Clash) to those who covered their predecessors (Placebo, The Futureheads, Sneaker Pimps, Camera Obscura) to that which is pure novelty and parody (Sad Kermit - for more information check out http://www.sadkermit.com/). Hopefully, the one commonality for these covers is that they're all decent ones. This mix is called: Cover to Cover.
I'm a music fan with a heavy bias toward music produced in the UK and the rest of Europe.
The sample tracks posted on this blog are there to encourage you to buy the featured artists' music. Please do so. The links are only here for a limited time, but if you would like any particular track that has already expired, let me know, and I will either refresh the link or email the file to you directly. And if you are one of the featured artists and want the MP3s to be taken down, please email me at: anglopunk@hotmail.com. Enjoy.
Arcade Fire w/ Belle Orchestre + Wolf Parade (2005)
Arctic Monkeys w/ Reverend and the Makers (2007)
Billy Idol w/ Bif Naked (2005)
David Bowie w/ The Polyphonic Spree (2004)
Good Shoes w/ The Moths + The Envelopes (2007)
Hot Hot Heat w/ The Futureheads + Louis XIV (2005)
IAMX w/ closethuman (2007)
IAMX w/ Coma Soft + The Hourly Radio (2007)
Interpol (2007)
Manic Street Preachers w/ Fear of Music (2007)
MSTRKRFT w/ Felix Cartal (2008)
Muse (2004)
Nine Inch Nails w/ Death From Above 1979 + Queens of the Stone Age (2005)
Patrick Wolf w/ Bishi (2007)
Snow Patrol w/ Embrace (2005)
Snow Patrol w/ OK Go + Silversun Pickups (2007)
Sons and Daughters w/ Bodies of Water (2008)
Stars w/ The Details (2008)
Stars w/ Thurston Revival (2006)
Stroszek (2007)
The Killers w/ Ambulance Ltd (2004)
The New Pornographers w/ Novillero (2008)
The Ordinary Boys w/ Young Soul Rebels (2006)
The Rakes w/ The Young Knives (2006)
The Raveonettes w/ Black Acid (2008)
The Subways w/ The Mad Young Darlings (2006)
Tokyo Police Club w/ Smoosh + Attack in Black (2008)
The only certain thing that is left about me There is no part of my body that has not been used Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse Of how the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test
A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're happy And I meet you at the cemetry gates Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're wanted And I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side But you lose 'cause weird lover Wilde is on mine
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun
Charles Windsor, who's at the door At such an hour, who's at the door In the back of an old green Cortina You're on your way to the guillotine Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead They've come to chop, to chop off your head
Then you came with your breezeblocks Smashing up my face like a bus-stop You think you're giving But you're taking my life away
Won't someone give me more fun? (and the skin flies all around us) We kiss in his room to a popular tune Oh, real drowners
Walk in silence Don't walk away In silence See the danger Always danger Endless talking Life rebuilding Don't walk away Walk in silence Don't turn away in silence Your confusion My illusion Worn like a mask of self-hate Confronts and then dies Don't walk away
You don't want to hurt me But see how deep the bullet lies Unaware I'm tearing you asunder Oh there is thunder in our hearts Is there so much hate for the ones we love Tell me we both matter don't we
I don't know whether To over or under estimate you Whether to over or under estimate you For when I come over You then put me under Personal taste is a matter of gender
I wake at dusk to go alone without a light To the unknown I want this night inside of me I want to feel I want this speeding I want that speeding
You'll never live like common people You'll never do what common people do You'll never fail like common people You'll never watch your life slide out of view And dance and drink and screw Because there's nothing else to do
Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her leg and then he was a she She says, hey babe, Take a walk on the wild side Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
Hide on the promenade Etch a postcard: How I dearly wish I was not here In the seaside town...that they forgot to bomb Come, come, come - nuclear bomb
Back when we were kids We would always know when to stop And now all the good kids are messing up Nobody has gained or accomplished anything
Prices have risen since the government fell Casualties increase as the enemy shell The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive And sooner or later the end will arrive This is your correspondent, running out of tape Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape
Well, maybe there's a god above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you It's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning
My body is your body I won't tell anybody If you want to use my body Go for it
Oh it's opening time Down on Fascination Street So let's cut the conversation And get out for a bit Because I feel it all fading and paling And I'm begging To drag you down with me
And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity Did you see the way I cowered to authority You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see
Take in the country air, you'll never win Gentlemen take polaroids They fall in love, they fall in love
We just want to emote til we're dead I know we suffer for fashion Or whatever We don't want these days to ever end We just want to emasculate them forever Forever, forever Pretty sirens don't go flat It's not supposed to happen like that
There's no perfume I can buy Make me smell like myself So I put on perfume To make me smell like someone else In bed
I got love for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's I've got hugs for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's
Does his makeup in his room Douse himself with cheap perfume Eyeholes in a paper bag Greatest lay I ever had Kind of guy who mates for life Gotta help him find a wife We're a couple, when our bodies double
Summer rains are here Savaged beauty life Falling here from grace Sister feeling call Cruising land to land No faith no creed no soul Half a world away Beauty sleeps in time Sound and fury play
North to south Empty Running on Bravado As if to say, as if to say He doesn't like chocolate He's born a liar, he'll die a liar Some things will never be different
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Well Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house I've waited 7 years and 15 days There's every kid for miles at my house, my house And the neighbors can't...call the police There's a fist fight brewin' at my house, my house Because the jocks can't...get in the door
I just can't help believing Though believing sees me cursed
I am trying to say What I want to say Without having to say "I love you"
It took 10 years to realise why the angels start to cry When you go home down the main Your happy smile Your funny name
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Doesn't she look a million with her hairagami set Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture Yes, she's a beautiful brunette angel from heaven with her hairagami set Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture Augment a beautiful brunette
How does it feel To treat me like you do When you've laid your hands upon me And told me who you are
You must let her go She's not crying
Baiting Feeling like I'm waiting Modern times Valentines Hating Hating to distraction Just leave them alone Whipcrack Girls in the back Girls in the back
They say come back to earth and start getting real, yeah I say come back to earth and start getting real I know I can't
So I walk right up to you And you walk all over me And I ask you what you want And you tell me what you need
The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell out, maintain the interest
Sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again Going round in a circle I can't get out Then I look around thinking day and night and day Then you look around - there must be some explanation And the tension builds
India, India You're my love song India, you're my love song In the flowers You can have me in the flowers We will dance alone And live our useless lives
They only want you when you're seventeen When you're twenty-one You're no fun They take a polaroid and let you go Say they'll let you know
No consolation prizes Spit out your lies and chewing gum Cut off your hair yeah that's it! If you look like that I swear I'm gonna love you more
All the neighbors are startin' up a fire Burning all the old folks, the witches and the liars. My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids But my heart keeps watchin' through the skin of my eyelids
Prince charming Prince charming Ridicule is nothing to be scared of Don't you ever, don't you ever Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome