The past few weeks have seen releases from a CYHSY side project, as well as a solo effort from frontman Alec Ounsworth, but neither compare to this album, which was self-released back in 2005. In fact, even CYHSY have yet to produce anything half as good as their debut. I'm listening to this album properly for the first time in a long while, and it still hasn't lost it's immediate impact to astound and amaze. Ounsworth's vocals - he slurs like a drunk stroke victim throughout the album - add to CYSHY's unique sound, and the cherry on top of this tasty little cake is 'The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth' which is, dare I suggest it, perfect.Clap Your Hands Say Yeah – Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (2005)
Oh my fucking Jesus - this is the epitome of BOSS! I cannot put into words how good this album is - other than saying that it is the soundtrack of fat guys in their 30s getting drunk and trying to party with hot girls in their 20s - and so instead I will regale you with an anecdote which I hope will convey my feelings. Last December, me & Douchey Dave went to go see the Hold Steady play live in Manchester. After an epic train journey, we were met by my housemate's boyfriend (good lad; he's called Robert E. Lee, and has a cool little beard, and is an Americana DJ who runs his own night) who was putting up for the night. He escorted us to his house and, after spending about an hour offering to cook us soup, me & Dave headed into town to start drinking. We went to a pub that used to be a gent's toilet, and then some little bar where we drunk Apple Mojitos, before heading to the venue. After a few pairs of pints, we wormed our way into the overwhemingly male, early middle-aged crowd to get a good position, not remembering the effect that alcohol has on bladders. Desperately needing a slash, but not wanting to lose our place, we did what any one in our position would do - subtly piss into out empty pint glasses. Job done, we placed the full pint glasses on the floor, and continued rocking. A few minutes later we wondered why our feet were wet, only to realise the horrible truth. But we actually didn't care - if anything, it added to the moment - as we were already covered in sweat and beer. People often say "that was the best gig ever!" after every bloody gig, but when we said it after this one, we both genuinely meant it - it has yet to be beaten for pure, simple enjoyment. Oh, and the lead singer Craig Finn-Lad said to the entire crowd something along the lines of "we aren't just the Hold Steady, YOU are all the Hold Steady as well" - but he was just talking to me & Dave, honest, and so we're both offically members of the band, but me more than Dave. After the gig we got a pack of beers, went back to Rob's house, and drunk until the early morning, while listening to Venetian-future-disco. That's the kind of crazy shit this album does to you. Enjoy.
Classic BOSS! This band could have been so much better, but Rivers Cuomo has crumpled under his own genius over the past 15 years, If you haven't heard this album (seriously?!) don't let that put you off; this record is just so bloody good! Every song is amazing. Here's a fact about this album for you - I dislocated my knee dancing to 'Buddy Holly' drunk once, which painful and annoying for me but which my friends (including Douchey Dave) found hilarious, especially my drunken phone call to a nurse. Anyways, such is the power of this album that it hasn't put me off it one little bit. Enjoy.
BOSS! This album is just immense, it really is, and reminds me of better times back in my student days, sitting in Dave's kitchen in a haze of smoke, drinking beer. It's a Sub Pop release, and is a concept album about Christianity taking over America, so for both those reasons you need to download this bad boy. We saw the Thermals live once - such a gig! - and we tried to start a proper old-school circle pit but no-one else in the crowd would play. We were all battered and I kept on shouting "I love you Kathy" at the bassist after every song; she gave me a nervous little smile in return. I think she was into me. Enjoy.
Me & new writer Dave (the Hudson Mohawke douche) have decided on a new idea for the blog - think of a theme, and then have a week's worth of albums on that theme - a mixtape we make on a Monday, and then four albums Tuesday-Friday. We'll post any old shit at the weekend. This week's theme is:






