Showing posts with label Aidan Moffat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aidan Moffat. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 December 2014

Album Review - Aidan Moffat - VAGRANTS_09_14


Aidan Moffat’s post-Arab Strap career is vastly varied, ranging from spoken word (I Can Hear Your Heart, Ten Short Songs For Modern Lovers) to ambient (under Lucky Pierre and with Stuart Braithwaite as Aloha Hawaii) and from the roots and folk infused How To Get To Heaven From Scotland to 2011’s SAY award winning, jazz influenced collaboration with Bill Wells.  Given this variety, Moffat’s new release of outtakes and rarities, VAGRANTS_09_14, is remarkably cohesive.

VAGRANTS_09_14 is closest in feel to How To Get To Heaven From Scotland, in part, due to the inclusion of two covers that accompanied the box set edition of the album.  The music is based around traditional song structures, rather than Lucky Pierre’s ambient compositions, focusing on acoustic instruments, although still drawing from Lucky Pierre’s synthesised sounds during You’ll Be Fine and Love Song.

I Got You Babe shows Moffat brilliantly and comically reinterpreting Sonny & Cher’s well-known classic in his trademark morose tone.  As an extra from 2009’s How To Get To Heaven From Scotland, this, along with cover of Glen Campbell’s Love Is Not A Game, foreshadow a string of superb and light-hearted covers from 2011’s Stolen Songs album and 2012’s inspired medley of The Glory Of Love (Peter Cetera), The Power Of Love (Frankie Goes To Hollywood), The Power Of Love (Jennifer Rush) and… The Power Of Love (Huey Lewis And The News).  VAGRANTS_09_14 contains two other covers, Love Is Not A Game (Glen Campbell) and Monkey Talk (Hubert Porter), which may be less known, but bring a similarly upbeat feel to the album, with Monkey Talk drawing from the original’s Calypso style, albeit in a twisted and distorted way.

Intimate moments come in the form of Fan Dance Of The Fledglings and The Lustful Mime.  The former is a lo-fi, spoken word ballad of children playing by the sea that evokes And So We Must Rest from Everything’s Getting Older and the latter a slow and honest portrayal of Moffat’s battle with his sexually primitive side. Dark humour, however, is the lyrical focus of the album, with the cynicism of Moffat’s tweets.

The Morning Song opens the album in a light hearted, optimistic fashion, before confessing the desire to shoot noisy, sleep disrupting birds, whilst Interlude (Waiting In The Car) is a cheek slapping percussive ditty that brings to mind Matthew McConaughay’s chest beating in The Wolf Of Wall Street.  You’ll Be Fine is spoken word set to luscious strings describing the life affirming relief brought by a healthy solitary addiction to Eastenders.  This is Aidan at his most amusing and cynical.

As with much of Moffat’s solo material released under his own name, the album is positive in feel, despite darker lyrical undertones.  The playful nature of the collection of songs lends itself to the almost-flippant Bandcamp digital-only release, but holds its own as an album.  Unlike most collections of unreleased and rare tracks, the appeal of VAGRANTS_09_14 goes beyond that of one just for the fans and shows there’s more strings to Aidan’s bow than those displayed by Arab Strap, Lucky Pierre and Everything’s Getting Older.

- Ashley Leiper

Aidan Moffat - VAGRANTS_09_14 is out now on download via Bandcamp.

Saturday, 14 December 2013

Shambles Miller Presents: The Scottish Fiction Selfie Competition Winner(s) and Runners Up

Hello everyone. Shambles Miller here again. It's day six and I think you all know why I've brought you here today. My momentous takeover of Scottish Fiction is almost over, but before I burn this place to the ground and walk away from the explosion while Metallica plays in the background (that's tomorrow) we still have to crown a winner of the Scottish Fiction Selfie Competition. Of course, we can't have a winner without a judge. When I first came up with the idea of a selfie competition, I knew that there was only one man for the job. Only one man who could do it right. Only one man who could do it justice. The God of Games. The King in the North. The Sultan of Selfie. It can only be...Robert Florence.

He's here to judge a contest, and to stare into your soul.
You might know him from the hit show Burnistoun. Perhaps you know him from the time he wrestled Greg Hemphill. Some of you might even know that he invented the Public Power Selfie, and it's that pioneering work and dedication to the craft that gives him the authority to judge this competition. So without further ado, I'll let the man himself present you with his winner and runners up. Runner ups? Runners up.

The Runners Up

Aidan Moffat
In this case, V does NOT stand for victory.
This has been a very difficult decision for me. I'm known as the Master of the Modern Selfie, so I never take any of these selfie judicial roles lightly. I will begin by saying that I was impressed by Aidan Moffat's effort. A selfie is not all about the “self”. This is a common mistake made by some. To believe that the “self” is enough to capture the magic of the selfie is sheer folly. (For what indeed is the “self”? Philosophers have wrestled with this matter for centuries.) The background of the selfie is key, and Aidan Moffat (who has a poet's heart) understands this completely. We assume he is on a boat, but he could easily be hovering above a body of Scottish water, representing man's separation from nature. It is a beautiful thing. But yet, only a runner-up.

RM Hubbert

Mona Lisa wishes she was this enigmatic.
RM Hubbert's selfie is what I would call a textbook “exclusion selfie”. His eyeline is carrying below the lens, separating his self from the self of the viewer. He excludes us by doing this, keeping his mysteries to himself. But this is how an artist invites us to probe those mysteries. I imagine that this selfie will be studied for many years to come – what do the posters represent? Why that exact number of books on those shelves? This is a classic “enigmelfie” by a wonderful musician.

Julia Doogan

She played dirty, but she didn't win.
Julia Doogan, by introducing the tongue into the selfie, invites us on a sexual journey. There is also an element of topicality, as she channels Miley Cyrus with her careful angling of the tongue. Her two fingers warn us off, but also ask us to consider how we can use two fingers in the sexual act. Of course, the selfie should be a “high-art” pursuit, and Doogan dips a little towards “low-art” with the sexual content and the introduction of mirrors and doors and the debauchery they represent.

The Winner(s)!

Campfires in Winter
Professionals. These guys are the A-Team of Selfies, and they're all The Face.
The winner of this thing must be Campfires In Winter. Masters of the selfie can recreate poses at will. A great selfie is all about knowing how you can look at your best. And having seen some of the Campfires In Winter team in real life, these photos do absolutely present them at their very best. That they can recreate those poses so easily shows that they have an innate understanding of the selfie, and thus they must take away the prize. Is there a prize?

There isn't. Because what prize could be greater than having the title "winner" thrust right upon you by the Best in the Selfie Business? Money? An Xbox One? Don't be ridiculous. Maybe a Wii U. I'm sad that I couldn't enter the competition, but also relieved. To fly so close to the sun is always a dangerous thing. I just hope Campfires in Winter don't get burned. Congratulations men! You've earned this victory, and you deserve it.

Thanks to everyone who took part, and a special thank you to Robert Florence for agreeing to be the guest judge. Braw folk. Braw faces.

Until tomorrow, my friends.


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Friday, 13 December 2013

Shambles Miller Presents: The Scottish Fiction Selfie Competition

Why hello! It's day five of what critics are now calling the greatest and most bold takeover of a website in recent history. I'm Shambles Miller, and today I present you with both a celebration and a competition. The year is nearly over and pundits are in agreement that 2013 has been the year of the selfie. It's become acceptable to post photos of yourself online as long as you use that ubiquitous word. 'Selfie' has entered the dictionary. Barack Obama just took one at a funeral (sort of). The future is as bright and full of wonder as it is dark and terrifying to behold.

It's also a bit debonair. Hello.

Here at Scottish Fiction, I've brought together a collection of selfies from a number of Scottish bands and artists for your visual delectation. You're quite right though, well remembered: this is also a competition. I did say that. The winner will be chosen in secret by a guest judge and revealed tomorrow. But for now, I present your competitors...

Aidan Moffat
He's on a boat motherfucker, take a look at him.

Channelling Miley Cyrus?
Niall McCamley (The Spook School)

He's a good egg, but will he crack under the pressure?
David Officer (Daemons)

David is also a photographer and claims that this is his best side.
Chris McKeown (Halo Tora)

Limmy could learn a thing or two from this man's face.
Neil Wilson (Scottish Fiction)

Neil might not be a musician, but he owns the place, so he can do what he wants amigo.
James Mackenzie (Love Civilian)

Glasses. Beard. Mad hat. High-vis jacket. A bold choice to be sure.


Wait, is this a selfie competition or a beard competition?
Louise Dodds

Opting for a classic selfie here.
Campfires in Winter

Recreating their Twitter avatar in selfie form. Inspired.
Jamie Sturt (Atlas: Empire, This Silent Forest)

Sporting a Will Selfie.

Well there you have it folks! Who are you rooting for? Which selfie is your favourite? Is this all just a pointless charade? Let me know in the comments below and be sure to come back tomorrow to find who the winner is, and to see what I have in store for the last day of my Scottish Fiction Takeover!

Til tomorrow,

Shambles

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