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Hell on earth, mate? What The The's founder doesn't know about it isn't worth recording: "They piss'n'moan / And push'n'shove / So below / As it is above". It's been a decade since Matt Johnson's last "proper" album and a good few since he decamped to the same USA that loomed balefully over a fearful Britain in his brilliant, dystopian Infected. He may be nearly 40, the age at which nihilist peer Nick Cave produced a work of redemptive humility in The Boatman's Call, but Johnson's ruthless new album suggests that even if they'd shut down every balefulness pit in England in the years since he was but a precocious young one-Cockney band, he'd still be producing enough to ship it back here by the, erm, baleful. Spartan in arrangement but darkly claustrophobic as ever, Naked Self draws on Johnson's insinuating vocals and the provocation of exaggeratedly menacing titles ("Voidy Numbness", "Swine Fever"), deliberately clunking lines about "Kentucky fried genocide" ("Global Eyes") and ambiguous exhortations to "hey, embrace your pain" ("Phantom Walls"). Indeed, despair casts a such a long shadow that it's startling to realise that, from the acoustic-strummed, lazily pretty "Soul Catcher" and "The Whisperers" to a deceptively tender-sounding "Weather Belle", there's frequently as much beauty as bile here. But, like those American breakfasts, the bile always seems to come in bigger portions. --Jennifer Nine
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long relationship with Sony and signed for Trent Reznor's Nothing
Records which itself was a tiny part of a multi-national.
The lyrical themes continue to hit the listener like a tonne
of lead, Boiling Point seeths with the rage of a million
commuters and Global Eyes is the ultimate disdainful cry
against a world which has sold its soul to the vanity of global
consumerism. One can't imagine the likes of Billy Bragg
with his cumbersome, crude Marxist blokeishness ever
coming up with this astringent diatribe.
Johnson continues to challenge his followers and the
casual listener, although, as this is hardly daytime
radio fodder, one could argue that his work is rarely
aired (which is a shame). Shrunken Man was issued as
a single: in fact, he encouraged other bands to have
a go with the song and so there are four versions of
it on the EP. Versions mind and not remixes as they've
each taken the song and added something of their sounds
to it. It's quite a fresh approach.
In a music world which is hell-bent on reconstructing
formulaic music for a Woolworth's market, Johnson
continues to be a beacon in a dark landscape.
Appropriate metaphor? Judge for yourself!
I await the next step eagerly. For those wishing for
a defintive appraisal of his former work, check out
the recent 45 RPM release. It's food for the mind,
body and spirit.
Bulletin), but all filters with acid guitars and hypnotic arrangements dark. In a festive day The The caring atmosphere seems joyful and locks herself in a closet dark, heated by a sacred flame. People's fear or love? Atypical rock tinged with madness suburban.
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You'd never guess this album was recorded 15 years ago - I think there's nothing outdated here. I've always loved Mind Bomb and Dusk, but this is even better. Read morePublished 16 months ago by jussim
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MATT JOHNSON IS DAMN TALENTED SINGER.ALL OF HIS ALBUMS ARE MASTERPIECE.I STILL NEED TO FIND HIS SOLITUDE EP.Published on 9 Aug. 2005 by Bunji Kugashira