A New Band A Day 2008-2018

Welcome to ANBAD, which celebrated ten years online in April 2018, and is now “resting.” (I’m still jabbering on about music on my radio show and discussing new bands like, oh, I dunno, The Chats, on Twitter.)

However, ANBAD also has over 1200 posts featuring about 1500 artists. Most are buried deeeeep in the blog, rarely seen by human eyes. This seemed a bit unfair, so I randomised the posts and the ones you see below are yanked arbitrarily from the archive for you to explore.

As with anything this old on the internet, some music plugins, hyperlinks, images, formatting – and, frankly, the writing itself – is broken. But even I will begrudgingly admit that randomly looking at ten years of once-new bands is a fascinating glimpse into a very specific time capsule.

I’m as surprised as anyone that this ridiculous and utterly niche music blog has stumbled around online for a decade, surviving all of my attempts to break it, render it defunct, or let it wither on the vine.  So scroll down and read on – and maybe you’ll find some long-forgotten band from 2009 that you’ll love.


 

[Klo-do]84 – Kibbled Sounds

No, that’s not a typo up there on the headline. It’s not an auto-generated spam post title either.

It’s actually kind of a tacit admission that I’m slowly grinding any remaining ANBAD audience away with a slightly obsessive fascination with Japanese underground music.

I keep trying to love the Brooklyn bands with the smooth, smooth, ‘dreampop’ sounds, the neon bobble hats and cans of hand-temperature PBR… and I keep getting drawn back to Japanese neo-Juke-hip-hop.

Hey, at least you’re getting a new band today, right?

So while you’re considering that it’s now patently clear that ANBAD is increasingly poorly-named, also consider that [Klo-do]84  represents, at the very least, something exciting you may not have heard before.

 

Take Resson 1, for instance. It’s a short burst of marvellously creative, stripped-back and crunchy hip-hop, and is symptomatic of [Klo-do]84’s songs. Samples are quickly grabbed, chopped, kibbled and shuffled together. There’s a sense of freedom, lightness and quickly-made decisions – all of which seem to be a success.

 

 [Klo-do]84‘s name is also indicative of a peculiarly Japanese band-naming system: that is, the more obscure and unintelligable, the better. This is a scene simply made for ANBAD. Forgive me, and enjoy this wonky, joyfully basic noise-pop.

MORE: soundcloud.com/klo-do

>Today’s New Band – Feral Children PLUS! Smooth, Smooth Jazz

>Remember Grunge? The rat-tailed-wooly-jumpers-and-miserablism rock behemoth crawled from nowhere in the early 90s and then disappeared almost as quickly in a miasma of introspection, shotgun smoke and underwhelming MOR rock tarted up as a quasi-Nirvana dirge. Perhaps the oddest thing of all was that this scene grew up, almost by mistake, around a city as seemingly unassuming as Seattle.

The truth is that Seattle has an odd knack for throwing up great new music – look at the bands that have appeared on Sub-Pop over the years for proof. However, for every Sleater-Kinney and Modest Mouse, there’s a Kenny G (shudder) or P.U.S.A. So sighs of relief all round, bbecause Today’s New Band, Feral Children, have both feet firmly planted in the former camp of inventive, quirky rock, and there’s not a lick of smooth, smooth jazz to be heard anywhere.

Their song Zyghost is remarkably bouncy, nestling cozily between mania, insanity and Johnny Marr‘s songbook. Simple and obscure at the same time, it’s touching, bold and as good a song as you’ll hear for ages. A bit like how Razorlight would sound if they were all the things they’re not: inventive, daring and exciting.

Spy Glass House is the sound of Feral Children grabbing you with a sweaty hand, and tugging you crazily through a graveyard on Hallowe’en to a gig performed by the recently arisen evil dead. It gradually, imperceptibly creeps further into a fog of skin-crawling uneasiness, until the sound of screaming stops you in your tracks.
Feral Children are about as far removed from the slick unpleasantness of, say, U2, and yet there’s an accessibility that you rarely find in any band, anywhere. Their songs shoot around wildly, inventively and boisterously whilst keeping their laser-guided focus on tightly-honed rock.

More yelpy, more frantic and more aware of the life-giving power of a great rock song than 99% of all other bands – it’d be a minor crime if you missed out on them. Listen here!

P.S. Don’t forget the ANBAD eBook – it’s got lots of pictures, so you can cut it up and use it as wrapping paper when you’ve finished reading it. Or before, your call.

ANBAD’s Best Bands Of 2010 // The Runners-Up [Part 2]

Continuing from yesterday, ANBAD takes a look back at a thrilling year of music. Today, the second bunch of runners-up are revealed…

Looking back over a whole year of bands is a sobering experience, partly because there are so many of them, and partly because I can fairly accurately calculate just how many days I have spent over 2010 writing about new bands. I won’t publish that figure. I value my sanity too much.

This long trawl through the last 12 months also revealed a few other interesting details:

  1. The default musical setting for this writer – that is, a preponderance of jangling Indie bands that might easily have harked from 1989.
  2. There are slightly fewer Scandinavian bands than in previous years, though still a hugely disproportionate number of bands hail from this part of the world;
  3. Brooklyn, as postulated earlier this week, is vomiting good bands at an rate unparalleled in recent times;
  4. The words “lovely”, “delightful”, “whelped”, “swoon” and “jittering” – words that I never use in real life, abound in my more florid reviews.

Regardless of these foibles, here is the second group of runners-up – the bands that didn’t quite make the Top Five.

  • Friendly Foliagewrite the kind of drop-dead gorgeous, burblingly beautiful song that I would happily have soundtracking every move of my life from here onwards.”

Friendly Foliage // Masonic Meadows

  • The Horn The Hunt “crystallise the mania of the creative process into one shimmering, glittering moment of brilliance. Excellent.”

  • Young Mammals: “Imagine a traditional children’s chanting nursery song recorded over and over again until lack of sleep causes a simultaneous and sudden burst of manic adrenal energy in all bandmates, and this is what the ensuing edge-of-lunacy song would sound like.”

  • White Ring: “music so pitch-black that they are rumoured to make all of their music at Witching Hour whilst drinking snake venom mixed with virgin’s blood… thrillingly deep, sonorous and throbbing.”

  • B-Lock and The Girl: “in two and a half minutes they cram in enough invention, new ideas and moments of QUIET/loud shock to elevate them way beyond the majority.”

B-Lock and The Girl // Tired Of The Sick Hype

That’s the extremely strong runners-up list done. The Top Five Bands Of 2010 will appear next week. Keep ’em peeled…

The Birdman Rallies – Breathless Enthusiasm and Golden Retrievers

Nothing replaces the thrill of discovering a new band all by yourself and then scampering off, dander up, to breathlessly tell your friends how just unbelievably amazing they are.

I received the email equivalent of this friendly nagging, from a reader called Alex. Alex’s email was a tumble-jumble of superlatives, all of which were rooted in sheer enthusiasm for a new band discovered in a bar.

And that excites me too, in an empathic reflex action. The cynic in me was quelled, and I felt the same thrilling surge, excited to hear The Birdman Rallies for myself. I wasn’t disappointed at all.

The Birdman Rallies // Colour In A Corner Of The Night

There’s something very loveable about The Birdman Rallies, in the way a very clean, glossy-haired Golden Retriever is when it jumps up and places paws on your hips; happy to see you, ready to play.

Hearty and heartfelt, warm and loving, shimmering and bright – this is a band who, as Alex found, beg superlatives. It’s the song’s inherent warmth that is the most enjoyable, hitting like waves with every chorus.

For someone who is supposed to be recommending bands through the medium of the written word, I’m struggling to stretch beyond, ‘they’re just delightful.’

Loved ones will be hugged, the world will take on a rosy hue, and everything will be just OK. Like Alex, I’m a convert, and this is my testimony.

www.myspace.com/thebirdmanrallies

>Today’s New Band – Still Flyin’ PLUS! Wry observations on early 90’s consumerist society!

>I’m reading Generation X by Douglas Coupland. I’m at the right age and frame of mind to being doing so: late twenties and almost wholly disenfranchised. The book popularised the titular terminology for the end-of-80’s-early-90’s generation of youth, and I’m finding it hard to read without thinking of check flannel shirts, nihilism and Nirvana.

Thinking of the music and those times now – when MTV was still a bit rough around the edges – mirroring the music – and comparing them with the media-savvy, always-on, always-aware, always-ready times of now will inevitably lead to you conclude that we were living in a much more innocent time then. Then again, it could just be latent nostalgia finally revealing itself, cackling at its control over your emotions.

In Generation X, the lead character decries the generation below him as being vain, air-headed and unconcerned with events beyond the end of their own nose. These are the same accusations levelled at 18 year olds today, by people like me. Perhaps the cavemen complained about the caveboys too.

Cycles, phases, waves: pop culture constantly regurgitates itself, like a snake eating its own tail. Today’s New Band is the positive result of the endless churning of pop culture past and present. Still Flyin’ are about the most hit-the-ground-running positive-start-to-the-week band as we’ve had on ANBAD.

Good Thing It’s A Ghost Town Around Here is a good song make frantically happy by a stratosphere-soaring chorus that will wheedle its way into your brain and stay there, drumming it’s fingers on the steering wheel of your mind. It’s so much fun, I can picture custard pies being flung around the studio by specially hired clowns while it was being recorded, possibly on a fairground ride.

Dead Memory Man, shouty, punchy chorus and all, reaches up your trouser leg and insistently secures your attention. Clattering and freewheeling like a tuneful runaway train full of cheerful deathwishers, and almost as intriguing, it’s a dizzying blend of all the instruments, ideas and melodies to hand, working against the odds.

Still Flyin’ are from San Francisco. If I could track down the band, watch them play, and whack an imaginary cow bell along to their music, I just know that life, right there, would be good. Tap along yourself here!

>October’s Top Five Bands From A New Band a Day!

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Perhaps music is a bit like TV, in that, as autumn slips by and winter looms large, the programmes shown get better and newer. This month has been the most varied, exciting and downright unusual on A New Band A Day – EVER!

So here’s the traditional look back at October’s five best bands, in no particular order (except for the month’s #1 band, obviously):

5) Keyboard ChoirWe said, “plaintive electronic sounds – the noises glum, lonely astronauts would force out of their simple onboard computers in the 1970’s.”

4) The Furbelows – We said, “as simple, attractive and as much fun as a Playboy Playmate, and twice as pleasant to listen to.”

3) Internet Forever – We said, “it’s like discovering an old unlabelled TDK C90 and finding a whistling, two-tone indie pop classic amongst the static.”

2) Mirror Mirror – We said, “simple souls who use complex music and befuddled lyrics to do simple things.”

So, October’s BAND OF THE MONTH IS:

1) Awesome Wells – awesome name, awesome band. Puns galore in their name, which was almost enough to win that coveted #1 spot.

But what sealed the deal was that, “if you combined mid-90’s Tortoise with the entire BBC Sound Effects Library, you may come close to approximating Awesome Wells‘ sound. But you wouldn’t come anywhere near to his precise, caring control – the sounds ebb, flow and weave together to the point where any lingering doubts are assuaged by the gleefulness of the sonic journey you’ve just taken.”

Yum. More fantastic bands coming in November!

I ALMOST KILLED ANBAD, BUT THEN DIDN’T

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You’ve possibly noticed that I don’t blog every day any more. (The smart-arses amongst you will note that I never have done.)

It’s not the end, merely a lobotomy. Here’s why: terelinck.com/why-i-almost-killed-my-music-blog

There will still be new bands on here. Just not as many. But that’s the point :)

Here’s to the next six years of ANBAD!

Abraços, Joe x

Colestock: Feather-Light

“Endless variants on a theme” is, more than ever, the order of the day in the world of new music.

This is especially pronounced now that we can all knock up a song and publish it in an afternoon: it may not be great, but it can at least sound like now.

It’s odd that, in musical circles, the act of sounding similar to other artists is not only wholly acceptable, but overwhelmingly encouraged.

It’s the ‘if you like that, you’ll also like this’ attitude that both slows music’s progression down whilst, perversely, speeding up its evolution.

So if Colestock’s music sounds slightly familiar, it’s OK: that’s the point. The important thing is that it also twists the parameters just daintily enough to be different, to hold the attention, to scratch an itch.

 

Lowdown is a minor oddity: breezy and poppy, lo-fi and crackling, shallow and labyrinthine. It folds and coils, and doubles back, and yet is as light as a feather. Indeed, odd.

But this is fine – because it is close to what I’d hope a song of the moment would sound like, and yet is lounge enough to be compelling. Curious.

MOREhttp://hlf-pin-mzk.bandcamp.com/album/hfpn001-medi4-downlo4d

Real Fur – Getting Under The Skin

Can you truly get the measure of a band by listening to a remix of one of their songs?

Can you really get under their skin, feel the connection, breathe the same air the band did when they made the original?

And what about the band that does the remixing? Can you properly understand their intentions, their creative urges, the innate cut-and-thrust of their methods by listening to the results of their tinkering?

I’d argue that you almost always learn more about the remixer rather than the remixee, however much a new mix really pushes those hitherto underappreciated splash cymbals right to the fore.

So what do we learn about Real Fur through their re-interpretation of Boy Mandeville‘s Gorilla?

Choosing not to listen to the original for reasons of rank laziness as much as journalistic integrity (ahem), I can only conclude that if Real Fur apply the same lightness of touch to all their songs as they do to the infinitely airy Gorilla, then their own songs must be devastatingly ephemeral.

 

Supple and sinewy, this is a remix – a song – that possesses all the characteristics of a summer breeze: billowing, brief, warm and welcome – and only really noticeable by its passing. Upon which you’ll hit ‘play’ and enjoy it all over again.

A brilliantly gentle, blown-kiss of a song. Real Fur are blowing the kisses.

MORE: http://soundcloud.com/real-fur

>Inevitable End Of Year List #1, Part 2 – Delayed By Phlegm

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Urgh. I was supposed to post this list a few days ago. And then Man Flu overcame me, and I decided to spend my time in bed, producing much more mucus than I thought was humanly possible.

Bravely, I fought the nasal coleslaw, and here’s Part Two. Better late than never…

The ANBAD Almost-Best And Definitely-Worst Of 2009 List, Part 2


The How To Needlessly Complicate Your Life Award:

When I decided to go on an extended three-month camping trip during the summer I found out these things:

  1. Trying to update a daily music blog from a tent is difficult
  2. Trying to do it from a wooded hillside in Slovenia is really difficult
  3. Blogging about obscure bedroom-Indie bands from the roadside whilst waiting for the Tour de France peloton is one surefire way to retrospectively question your own sanity

The Damn You, Europop Award:

Arsenium – the man so intent on pissing off all of bloody Europe that he not produced a song of both high-density idiocy and unforgivable catchiness, but also gave himself a ridiculous name to make sure your hatred is tempered by utter bewilderment. Listen to this monster Euro-hit and feel your mind slowly shrivel and wilt. It was sung by 13-year-old schoolgirls everywhere, from France to Croatia. And, like at the harrowing conclusion of 1984, I just gave up and learnt to love it. So will you.

Michael Jackson: The Benefits Of Death

I was in Lekeitio, in Northern Spain, when Michael Jackson died. News hadn’t filtered through to me, and instead I thought that the town was hosting some sort of Jackson fan convention, because all the bars were playing Thriller, and conversations in the otherwise unintelligible Euskara dialect was punctuated with his name. Weird to the very end. But his bizarre, untimely death brought an end to rumour and lawsuits, and brought his music to the fore again. Perhaps that was the only way it could ever happen.

The Against All Normal Urges, Initial Impressions and All Common Sense Award:

Lady Gaga. I was desperate to hate her and her music. And I don’t even like her songs that much. But the chorus from Paparazzi is still stuck in my head, and in a world of Miley Cyruses and Taylor Swifts, her confidence and relentless visual bombardment is so refreshing it hurts.

The Weren’t Your First Two Albums Actually Good? Award:

Kings Of Leon. They’ve already contracted the Bland Death, now let’s hope they contract a disease that reders them unable to produce any more relentlessly dull music.

The Oh, Just Go Away Now Award:

Black Eyed Peas, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift, The Jonas Brothers: Oh, just go away now.

Christmas: Enjoy it, one and all. ANBAD is about to mutate into something that looks the same, but better; bigger, yet as facile. More new bands, more comment, more things to click on when you ought to be doing real work. Stay tuned to find out more. I hope you’ll be as excited as I am…