Sweeney Straddles The Sun: Psyched Out By Language

There are a few questions that people often ask me. Doesn’t writing about a new band every day make you go a bit crazy? Doesn’t sifting through the bad bands cause Skittles-coloured-vomit migranes? Just where do you find the time/patience/sanity to do it?

The answer to all those questions is the same: Pass me the own-brand gin, hombre, because my head feels like replicating the surprisingly explosive bit in Scanners. (Or you can help out in a less cheap booze-related way, here)

Anyway, a question I would like the answer to is: why does the Welsh language lend itself so well to psychedelic music? The records of two recent Welsh bands – Gorky’s Zygotic Munki, Super Furry Animals – lends a lot of credence to this idea. And remember Welsh Psyche-Hip-Hoppers Genod Droog? It just seems to… work.

Perhaps having a glut of words with an inherently beautiful and intrinsically kooky sound helps. It certainly does, in its own small way, for Sweeney Straddles The Sun, a Glaswegian artist who nabs some lovely Welsh prose in Bwyda Fi Agwedd, then manacles it the chorus of a swift song whose natty melody will bug you to death.

Sweeney Straddles The Sun – Bwyda Fi Agwedd

In some ways Bwyda Fi Agwedd is soft psychedlic poppy-rock, which sounds like the tag you’d see attached to a Creedence Clearwater Revival CD in a small record shop, but it fits. Note to concerned: Sweeney Straddles The Sun doesn’t sound like Creedence. Or, at least, his songs don’t come on 8-Track.

>Today’s New Band – LA PRIEST

>You know, animals must feel a bit sore when it comes to their representation in music. I mean, they haven’t all been badThe Cure‘s Love Cats paints them in a positive light, surely. Tim Westwood goes by the modest pseudonym of The Big Dog, and what else would dogs – the dumb, eager, energetic fools – like more than to be ‘bigged up’ by the Westweezy himself?

But mostly, they haven’t been able to really express themselves at all. Until now. Today’s new band LA PRIEST has a song devoted purely to a cat’s warbling. 200 Meaiouws – available to download FOR FREE! on his MySpace page www.myspace.com/samueldust – is not only an fantastically mentalist feline-based electro-funk bounce-along, but the title also contains every vowel, possibly making LA PRIEST the most feared Countdown player in dance music today.

You may well have heard his other tracks, Engine or Swing Youth. I thought that I had. Either way, the songs sound immediately recognisable – a great thing – and have the canny knack of blurring the line between computerised structure and organic floppiness.

According to Wikipedia, LA PRIEST is pronounced ‘La Priest’ as opposed to ‘LA Priest’, so the opposite is probably true. Let me know what you think of him!

*apologies for no picture of LA PRIEST – awful technical problems today – EDIT: now solved. Damn you, Blogger*