Continuing this unexpected spree of newsbites, here’s notice of a return for London festival  Yes Way.  For those who don’t know, this is a weekender (13-15 August) held entirely in a former Peckham car show-room.  That’s now owned by project space Auto-Italia, and it’s they, together with promoter/label Upset The Rhythm who are throwing this celebration of ”the best and brightest of the UK’s art and music underground”.

Some 41 acts will perform across two stages, alongside the work of visual artists.  Musicians lined up this year include Male Bonding, Lovvers, Fair-Ohs, Veronica Falls and Gentle Friendly.  There’ll also be a temporary DIY supermarket, a live TV lab opening the festival up to viewers on the internet, a selection of vegetarian and vegan food and a not-for-profit bar.  It’s £18 for the weekend, or £5/£8 for a day ticket – book them here.

Here’s a clip from Fool’s Gold’s previous Madame JoJo’s show that I found on YouTube; it shows the final song, with half the band dancing in the crowd.  Magical, heady and joyful stuff.

Finally, a reminder that Fool’s Gold don’t just do great songs – they also do great remixes.  Check out this imaginative, if concise, reworking of Local Natives’ Wide Eyes…

MP3: Local Natives – Eyes Wide (Fool’s Gold Remix)

The pioneering Young & Lost Club night has announced a suitably high-quality party to celebrate its 5th Anniversary.  Playing live with be Noah & The Whale and Ex-Lovers, while Good Shoes, Sunderbans and Young & Lost Club themselves will be amongst the disk-spinners.  It’s all taking place at Village Underground on 1 September – advance tix are £11 here.

Anyway, here’s the first Monday Music for a month or so – five songs that I’m currently seduced by, without the otherwise obligatory London focus:

Violens – Acid Reign
Sounding more UK 80s pop with each deadpan verse, Jorge Elbrecht and his Violens gang (long hailed as MGMT’s heirs) are cranking their electro stylings up a notch, a la Yeasayer.  This one mixes the aforementioned retro tone with some serious dance hooks in the chorus, making for what wanky City boys would call “a proper banger”.  And they’d be right.

Florence & The Machine – Cosmic Love (Short Club Mix)
For once the joy isn’t so much Flo and her fly voice, but the saintly sweetness of her latest’s remix.  Full of frothy keyboard quirks soft as jacuzzi pumps and blessed with a generally spaced-out, unhurried vibe, it’s a song that smacks of long summer dog days and those last delightful dregs of lost, lush weekends.  Blissful it be.

Tobacco – Six Royal Vipers
On Saturday I went to a wedding and it was great: a happy couple, top-notch speeches, illicit joints, all the good stuff.  Trouble was, it was in Edinburgh, and that meant a five-hour, spaced-out train journey back south.  Fields, seas, trees and towns whistled by; my vision blurred and mind floated, lost in zonky memories.  Tobacco’s pop, fierce and soft like a kind of musical acupuncture, was the perfect tranquiliser.

Bambara – Stay Gray
This one’s wild and guttural, as if it’s the uncensored sound of a broken heart, or pure emotional alcohol let wild in a studio.  Gradually and woozily it climbs, as if Bambara’s singer is stuck in a square room and getting increasingly frustrated, increasingly panic-stricken and pugnacious. Eventually he resorts to full-pitched, throaty bellows, seemingly at the edge of reason.

School Of Seven Bells – Windstorm
Everyone from the Sunday Times to SOIWT is jerking themselves empty over NYC’s School of Seven Bells, excitingly containing two identical – and identically hot – female twins. Windstorm sees them singing over each other, with a backing track adding glossy euphoria and minimalist guitar hooks lending a arty feel.

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New London band Backseat Heartbeats‘ brooding rock-punk sound is like heroin for the analytical diary-writer in me.  Greedily going through the MySpace menu,  I find Death Pleasures fast and murmurous, like a subway ride in an oxygen chamber, Love Stains inexplicably reminiscent of The Kills even though it sounds nothing like them, and 23 so mistily melancholic and journey-like that it makes me think of racing up a motorway, the sun setting and the destination irrelevant. 

Catch them at Proud Camden on Tuesday 27 July alongside the also-marvellous Creatures of Love.

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I ♥ East London is a newish (ie it’s two months old, but I only just found out about it) night in CAMP’s basement promoting the best music from Hackney, Hainault, Homerton and the rest.  It takes place on the first Thursday of every month and tickets are £8 on the door but only a trivial £3 in advance.  Expect lo-fi from Leyton, Dalston dubstep, skiffly scratchings straight outta Stratford, maybe a Betty Green banjo ballad or two and, if you’re really, really lucky, some Maxsta…

How I’m enjoying East London band Tigercats, newly signed to Haircut.   They’ve got a pleasingly naive-sounding singer, guitars that crash along like the latter stages of a Circle Line pub crawl and indie-pop melodies which oddly remind me of 1995 and weird jog-on-the-spot dances performed in my bedroom.  The below is my favourite track: while unsure if it’s deliberately misnamed after the ex-Blue Peter presenter, I’m definitely smitten with the summery grunt on offer, and the mention of beloved Hackney Downs.

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MP3: Tigercats – Konny Huck

Sometimes you need to shut out all the noise, all the clutter and conversation and convention and chaos, and retreat deep, deep, deep into your own world.  You can do this anywhere – on a tube, in your bedroom, at Bucks Palace – because the kingdom’s always there available, in your head.  No-one can fuck with you here, and no-one can impregnate you, save for chosen guest Arch M, aka London’s Corey Reid.  His tremulous, slowcore murmurs are the chosen currency: a lo-fi montage of voices, beats and instruments, electronica, folk and reverb rock that’s loosely – or not at all – equivalent to Memory Tapes on tranqs.

thisisoffset has a download link for Arch M’s previous seven-track cassette, plus word of a debut 12″ out in 2010.

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MP3: Arch M – Cave Grill

The Tallest Man On Earth – Graceland
I like Paul Simon’s original Graceland, but it has a certain Virgin Radio-evenness about it.  This cover by The Tallest Man On Earth, aka Sweden’s Kristian Mattson, strips things right down to just an acoustic guitar, and the lyrics.  Oh the lyrics.  Mattson positively bays them out, and it works: I notice for the first time the poignant beauty of lines like “I see losing love is like a window in your heart / Everybody sees you’re blown apart, everybody feels the wind blow”.

(or nice live version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3Nnl4Wk0so)

Bodies Of Water – Rise Up, Careful
After a terrible, unspeakable tragedy, you’ve left your job, friends, house, dog, everything, and moved to a pretty, one-horse Spanish village called El Ledero or Bacado or Jirado, and now you sit alone in your dark casa, smelling scented candles and drinking heady rioja.  On the antique gramophone plays this elegant jazz-lounge number by Bodies Of Water, as cosy as a cardigan, but exotic and doused with pain.

Candy Claws – Silent Time Of Earth
Have you noticed how when you look back on the best periods of life – a crazy summer, a great holiday – you always have a blurry, jumbled fog of memories, a chaotic montage of out-of-focus snapshots, lit without definition in a smoky, red-yellow light?  Best, perhaps, to save time and just experience things in that matter in the first place.  Candy Claws‘ hazy zephyr of a song is your soundtrack: a meandering dancepop number that stubbornly refuses to concentrate.

Wild Nothing – Chinatown
Starting with a shimmering loop of Caribou-esque elegance, Wild Nothing’s dreamy ballad soon serves up a message of freedom and flight over tinkling bass and Jack’s murmurous vocals.  The pace is relentless but never exhausting: before you know it, that loop plays again and the credits roll, and it feels like the completion of a perfect circle. 

Elsinore – Yes Yes Yes
I like the cheesy, regal pomp of this all-energy caper from Elsinore.  Okay so it’s pretty trashy, so much so that it ends with a piano sweep, and yes yes yes it’s noisy and none-too-clever.  But the happy tone is infectious, the singer’s voice appealing chalky at times, the guitars decent and, well, what the hell, school’s pretty much out for the summer and sod it LET’S LIGHTEN UP AND HAVE SOME FUN SHALL WE?

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