Aw man, that headline hurt a little but yolo, right? That’s what the hip kids of today are saying, innit? The hip kids of yesterday listened to this awesome band called The Music, who released three widely different but widely awesome albums and then disbanded a few years ago. And even though I am still desperately waiting for these guys to get together and do what Led Zeppelin never managed to do (I mean a reunion, just in case you thought I meant apologizing for not giving the movie “Dazed and Confused” the go to use the song “Dazed and Confused” for the soundtrack), I thought I could check up on them and see how they are doing without each other’s stage presence.
Adam Nutter (guitar)
Dude, what a guitar player. One day, the world will look back and be super embarrassed about not including Adam in all the lists of Greatest Guitar Players of any time (Best Guitar Players from BC? Sure!). Well, because of all those people who didn’t mention him, he apparently disappeared from the internet – a thing unheard of but there it is, a sole Goodbye-message on Facebook from 2011 (that’s 300 years ago in social media-years) and that’s it.
Given that this band has been through everything bad a good band never ever should go through, it doesn’t seem surprising that some members might not be willing to try this hellish adventure again but damn if it isn’t so so so so so sad to not have this guy at least going the solo Prog-guitar-player route and release a few solo-albums now and again to keep us fans happy. Alas, it’s not always about the fans and I respect that decision…
What a legend.
Phil Jordan (drums)
Theme Park and Woman’s Hour
Yes, Phil is still drumming but boy, there is not much of the psychedelic/beatific storm to be found in his new projects. Is that a bad thing? Not necessarily.
Theme Park is our typical cutesy popband who you love during long days at the beach and then bury for autumn, winter and spring. Their sound is sunny but also a little bland and even though Phil apparently is not an official member (but probably the designated studio and maybe even tour-drummer), these guys sure could have used his talents a lot more instead of letting the beat idly lurch along.
Who doesn’t wait for Phil pulling a The Animal and wrecking the studio with the sheer passion of rock?
Woman’s Hour on the other hand are a well polished electro act that could have been Scandinavian but instead are totally British and successfully create sleepy-eyed, subtle pop-beauties that might not bring out the beats as much as I wished for Phil’s sake but are a lot more endearing when on stage (a little less cutesy, though). Mr. Jordan has subsequently traded his luscious drum set for a DJ set-up, so we finally can see him dance and he can do what he probably already did a lot during The Music’s later ventures on the third album.
Stuart Coleman (bass)
If you want to see the real musicians, you should spend some time in a commercial studio because many a gifted god of rock has spent his/her time there to play diddley dos for pop artists and bands that may look good with an instrument but can’t play nearly as good as your lame music teacher from elementary school who was way too much into John Denver.
So, what does Stuart do besides strumming da bass in da studio as a so called “Session Musician”? He is an avid fan of old VWs (you know, the busses that always have some sort of super expensive problem because it’s hard as hell to get spare parts for these rusty old things. My dad owns one, so I can rant because I love that car but know that it’s a mess and needs an intervention). He (Stuart, not my father’s van) also tours occasionally and after a long and even longer twitter-search, I found out that he played with and for Delphic and worked on their music as well. He seems fine and might soon start touring in his van, turning into Stuart Colevan and his awesome bass-straps (that’s just an idea for a project-title but if you like it, Stuart, you can have it).
If you squint and really want him to be there, you can see Stuart lingering in the shadows, like every awesome and way too talented tour- and session-musician does.
Robert Harvey (vocals and dance moves)
Well, that leaves Robert Harvey, infamous singer and one of the best onstage dancers I’ve ever seen (it’s a tie with Sylvan Esso’s Amelia). Rob is nowadays (and since quite a few years actually) best buds with Mike Skinner, formerly known as The Streets. They go under the moniker D.O.T. because it seems as if Rob really loves bandnames that are cryptonite for every google search (you don’t deserve his music if you can’t find it on Google after hours of endless searches). Their music is a mix between heavy electro and pretty swoony hymns (the kind you drunkenly cry to in a smoke-filled English pub – it has to be English, maybe Irish or Welsh (not Scottish, though) but that’s it.) It’s the kind of emotional bloke-music that works well for die-hard football fans as well as the dedicated electro-fan who parties from 3am to 3pm on a Sunday. They also have an eye for low-budget but very emotive music videos. They probably soon direct a movie called “The Movie” and will drive us all mad.
So, all in all it looks good for our pals from ye olden days of psychedelic electro rock. But…
…man…I really want these guys to get together again.
This is supposedly on Letterman…without Letterman. Watch Rob’s moves, you won’t be able not to because they are mesmerizing.