UPDATE: if you’re looking for the Sheila lyrics, skedaddle on over here
I’m not one that generally listens to a full LP these days – like I can’t concentrate on films or books.
I’m on an ADD wave
Luckily Jamie T has EPs out. That sound like inebriated swee peas. Notoriously hard to come by, almost as soon as they were released they vanished into thin 7-inch air. It’s precisely this detail that made me gallop the internets like mad until a nice last.fm jamie fan clued me in. This made my day
Jamie T was a fortuitous discovery that makes me want to do things. I cannot keep still when I listen to this dude. Too much flow baby! A one-man Arctic Monkeys is what he’s been described as – I’m going to disagree, you know me. There’s just so much more to Jamie T. Playing with samples has been a tweak exploited mainly by leftfield electronica, from the coherent to the unintelligible, but I’ve never heard them dipped into indie rock- which by the way is not quite what he calls himself. He’s a player of bass guitar, and an adept of reggae, punk and rap.
Jamie T collages his visual art into sounds, in ways I’ve never heard before. Granted, alcohol-induced inspired moments will happen. But these songs aren’t flukes. Some artists take a long time to find their sound, Jamie just slides into his aural state with utter ease. This might be an acute, long process for the bloke – point being, it never feels like it.
courtesy of daisylusion
My Jamie highlights, showcased in Salvador:
His voice – raspy at times, it sounds like an eight-year-old spitting out vernacular too (which is why you should see the Salvador video). Well he’s only 20 (yes) so that isn’t too far-fetched.
From here to Salvador, the ladies dance
To fill us reckless sons with passions of the heart
Jamie’s a bard of hormone-dripping clubs, a court jester and a Shakespearian-style MC rolled into one. His singing is proper MC stylings with built-in vernacular and a wordly, knowing gaze on the people surrounding him without being a snobbish arsehat about it. Yes, I must admit, Salvador deconstructs a frisky night out in the same way I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor does. A poet of our times, Jamie strips down a night out that the common man might forget after passing out from alcohol poisoning – and gratifies the significant detail in the same way a classic realist writer might. But there’s the girl’s part too – (…)when I’m on the floor all the boys they feel me, and old dear diary’s never been a friend of mine – so this is already a case study of “anglo-saxons at the disco” as far as I am concerned.
courtesy of daisylusion
I’m only posting some stuff that might make you develop a taste for Jamie, I mean I dig everything this guy does, but part of it is so experimental I’m not sure about the response.
Anyway go see him live and report back to eardrums.
I’m not going to apologise for the long post – I’m really excited about this one, and I still haven’t covered enough ground.
Very important PS (rarely do I underline so yes)
Binky has the Guillemots slinky Streets cover covered. i can’t agree that it’s superduper layered (compared to something like Daftside) i can agree that it’s wonderful and better than the original. So cheers to Binks.
Ha! check me out I got to write about my top two favourite artists of 2006 in one post.