Ah, the noble British indie trumpet, as showcased so marvellously on the title track of Supergrass’ “In It For The Money”, to date the only Supergrass album I’ve bothered owning. It’s all big and skyrocketing and triumphant, like how all British indie of the modern era is meant to sound (there can’t be anything wrong here, hear how BIG the guitars are! Truly, the future’s ours and everything).
Ah, the trumpets, so. Big, brassy, squeaking a bit at the edges – yes, it’s triumph, some kind of big squeaky brassy triumph, no need for song, let’s just start the intro at 45 seconds then push it and push it then kill it dead at three and a half minutes. It’s difficult not to get caught up in all the fuss till that moment when they just switch it off – no crash, no bang, just instant silence.
Hello, and welcome to William B. Swygart, a blog by William B. Swygart, erstwhile editor of Stylus’ Singles Jukebox blog. With any luck, I might write some more things here in the coming however long it takes to get myself together again. As things stand, I’m at work, listening to Sharam getting all GTA Vice City on it. No-one remembers just how marvellous “Party All The Time” is. It’s deeply marvellous. Possibly just cos I’m a sucker for records that have been deliberately engineered to sound like they’re at the other end of the time tunnel (but with added banging – see Hi_Tack’s take on “Let’s Dance”), but “Party All The Time” feels genuinely epic, a continuous whirring rise of pinball machines, pink neon strobe and dandelion-and-burdock-mit-boooooze. And that’s just the bloody radio edit. Christ.
