Showing posts with label Idles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Idles. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 December 2025

SPINAL BAP'S TOP ALBUMS OF 2025

Bonable Iverable – Sable, Fable


In terms of humanity’s history of mental breakthroughs, it was up there with Archimedes’ “EUREKA!” moment, the apple on Newton’s noggin, Paul McCartney’s ‘Yesterday’ dream and whoever saved us from hours of slicing bread for ourselves.

According to one feature on Justin “Bon Iver” Vernon, “It didn’t initially dawn on him that both Sable and Fable contain the word ‘able’”.

The tepid soul record, with its inadvertent rhyming scheme, was merely the tip of the fatberg, however. The real vision came in the way it was marketed. There were partnerships with everything from Malaysian matcha shops to Todd Snyder and his $300 pink hoodie.

The release raised a number of ponderable questions: Is Sable, Fable a saleable, scale-able, stable, retail label? Or an unbearable, fatal, stale, flail; valuable only to the diabolical merchandise table? Are you able to be persuadable to an inedible, Sable Fable Papal Anal Bagel or other peripheral apparel, available on general sale? Is it a palpable, fateful, foible, signifying unstable, inescapable, insatiable capital?

The Last Glinner Party – From The Pariah 


A certain Irish comedy writer was furious when he discovered this flouncing tribute act. Born as biological women, they prance around in dresses, identify as Graham Linehan and write verses about dense main characters with even thicker sidekicks. So offended was the sitcom scribe, he ceased writing jokes altogether and spent the rest of his short time on this planet attacking strangers on the internet for 19 hours a day. After all that effort, the long-desired marriage proposal ceased to arrive from the offices of JK.
 

Joe Talbot – Oh Great Heaper 


Music is so last century. No one cares about it anymore. We live in an age when most consumers only want to listen to other people’s conversations, no matter how banal. Idles’ pseudo-yob Joe Talbot is the latest popstar who’s clocked this profitable trend and pivoted accordingly. Therefore, this is the inaugural Spinal Bap list to feature a podcast. “This is something I wanted to do for a long time,” explained Talbottybumbumpants when he launched the ‘pod’ back in September. “I want to suck the knowledge out of the people I look up to and love.” Ambition fulfilled, it definitely sucks.

Needless to say, this untrained interviewer gets the least out of his guests with questions such as: “I dunno like it’s like I dunno yeah I guess like I dunno is it like whevver you yeah like coz wot my ferapist woz sayin the ovver day woz it’s like literally yeah, like that and fings, d’ you reckon?”

Next thing you know he’ll be presenting Front Row on Radio 4. 


Mayhem – Lady Gaga
 


In the run-up to Mayhem’s latest album, Lady Gaga, there was talk about a return to their roots. The years prior had seen no shortage of genre experimentation, from country to old standards. Another thing that had confounded fans was the misguided casting of Jørn “Necrobutcher” Stubberud as Joaquin Phoenix’s paramour in Joker 2. So it was nice to hear Mayhem lean back into their strengths: twisted black metal which makes you want to burn down churches and hail Satan. The result was the strongest pop album of the year.


Charli XCX – Charli’s Substack

Music is so last century. No one listens to it anymore. People only glance at Substacks these days, usually while listening to Joe Talbot’s podcast. Cambridge’s Charlotte Aitchinson is the latest popstar to who’s clocked this profitable trend and multitasked accordingly. Therefore, this is the inaugural SB list to feature a subscription-based publishing service.

Needless to say, the educated aesthete in question ruminates perceptively, at some length, about why the popstar Charli XCX is quite so cool, the upshots of being the popstar Charli XCX, the minor downsides of life as the popstar Charli XCX, and the abundant creative juices of the popstar Charli XCX. Fair enough. No one was expecting a post-
structuralist approach to the deconstructed semiotics of quantum entanglement. Write about what you know. Or, as Mark Twain put it, “Gaze at one’s nearest navel.”


Pulp – More Pulp

The album with the most desert rock cover of the year was actually a plea for listeners to meet their minimum of five a day by consuming fruit juice with extra fibrous bits. Bon Iver liked the idea so much he launched his own line of Sable Fable Drinkable Table Vegetables.


Suede – More Antidepressants
 

Ageing like a fine whine.


Deftones – Private Moresic

The Part Chimp of nu-metal.


Tiny Seagull – Possession


The Great Black-Backed Gull can be 31 inches long with a wingspan of 1.7 meters. That is nearly six foot! By way of contrast, the Little Gull has a body length of half that size and a wingspan of 27 inches. The comparison is striking. What a tiny seagull! Yet what our tiddly avian friend lacks in scale, he makes up for with frequency of appearances. As might be expected from a bird that has wide Palearctic distribution, stretching from northern Scandinavia to the North American Great Lakes, Possession is a wide-ranging record that operates over a broad palette. ‘Shoplifter’ is a song about a destitute kleptomaniac determined to wrest rogue crisps and chocolate from the Brighton branch of Londis. It climaxes when two saxophones soar as if pursuing insects off the water or marine invertebrates from rocks during the winter months. On ‘Alive’, Seagull sings “It’s cold outside / Cold Outside / So naturally, I humble thee who come to me to be alive, be alive”. Never has the need for a migratory journey, which might take such a small creature as far south as the Carolinas or Caspian Sea, been so mystically captured in music. Tiny seagull, yes. But what a big, big heart.


Friday, 8 January 2021

SPINAL BAP'S TOP ALBUMS OF 2020!



With venues closed for the foreseeable and several legends dead from Covid, some say now is not the time to be snide about music but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. And certainly not while Gary Barlow and Cliff Richard remain on the loose, making insincere charity appeals from their gold-plated tax havens. Looking more wrinkly than ever with his strained voice now clearly unable to pant its way through his own decades-old hits, your gran’s favourite singer really struggled when duetting with Cliff.

Here are Spinal Bap’s top albums of 2020. Look on my blurbs, ye Mighty, and despair.





Gary Barlow – Music Played By Humans

While most musicians acted responsibly in the face of a pandemic by refraining from gigs and staying at home to create quirky bedroom pop and soothing ambient soundscapes, Gary Barlow decided now was the moment to come into contact with more people than he’s ever worked with before. For his album of sub-Bublé drivel he packed a whole orchestra into the recording studio where they were able to share ideas, harmonies and lethal respiratory droplets.

Gary Barlow, who is definitely human, reasoned he had grown tired of music that relies on computer technology and progress. In an interview with BBC Radio 2, he said:

“MUSIC PLAYED BY HUMANS IS GARY BARLOW’S FIRST SOLO ALBUM IN SEVEN YEARS. STOP. GARY BARLOW WROTE MOST OF THE SONGS HIMSELF. STOP. GARY BARLOW WORKED WITH AN ORCHESTRA ON THE WHOLE ALBUM. STOP. ALL OF THE INSTRUMENTS WERE PLAYED BY PUNY HUMANS. STOP. GARY BARLOW IS A MEMBER OF TAKE THAT. STOP. GARY BARLOW WAS BIG IN THE 1990s. STOP. GARY BARLOW’S FAVOURITE SPICE GIRLS SONG IS STOP. STOP.”






Gary Barlow – Music Played By Animals

You may remember that back in 2016 the crackpot cosmic orderer Noel Edmonds decided to launch a radio station exclusively for pets. More recently Edmonds hooked up with everyone’s least favourite tax-dodging crooner for this album performed by animals. Gary Barlow was delighted to work on the project, having been a massive fan of Noel’s House Party and especially its bizarre mascot Mr. Blobby. With his clumsy balloon-like physique and amusing habit of repeating his own name in a ridiculous voice, Gary Barlow used to be a member of Take That. While most musicians were acting responsibly in the face of a pandemic by refraining from gigs and staying at home to create quirky bedroom pop and soothing ambient soundscapes, Barlow and Edmonds packed a whole animal orchestra into the recording studio, including several Chinese bats and queasy-looking pangolin.




Gary Barlow - Music Played By A Handmaid

It is well known that in her horrific dystopian novel The Handmaid’s Tale Margaret Atwood included only things that have already happened in human history, most of these having occurred within the music industry. A stickler for tradition and pining to create the kind of music he grew up with, Gary Barlow went back-to-basics on his latest record. He enslaved one of his few remaining fertile friends, dictated what she should wear and forced her at gunpoint to perform take after take until she started coughing up blood. “As a long-term supporter of the Conservative Party I have always admired Phil Spector’s working methods,” said Barlow, “and have long been fascinated by how he got such incredible performances out of his singers.”






Idles - Ultra Mono (XS/S/M/L/XL/XXL)

In September 2020 Idles continued their innovative approach to the music business by releasing a new album to promote their latest line of t-shirts. Soon enough the t-shirts were analysed in painstaking detail by Anthony Fantano, the world’s least entertaining rock critic. In a 20-minute video uploaded to his like-and-subscribe-like-and-subscribe-like-and-subscribe YouTube channel The Piddle Drops, Fantano praised the passion and intelligence that singer Joe Talbot had put into the band’s t-shirts. “With their past merch Idles would often shroud the political points they were making in a bit of absurdism or deliver a story where the point didn’t come across until you finished reading the back of the t-shirt,” the skinheaded vlogger explained. “In the case of their new t-shirts, though, the messaging and topics are way more straightforward, much more in-your-face and to-the-point.” Aptly one of the t-shirts had a cock on it.