26 September 2010

With a haversack and some trepidation

Oh the delusional self-aggrandisement! I never considered I'd write a post about myself when starting this blog. But, what with my other posts being about my petty little hatreds, it was pretty much inevitable really.

I've come to the conclusion of late that I am a boring person. What I mean when I say that is not that I make other people bored just by being around; at least, I hope I don't. Indeed if this was the case then it is safe to say that no-one is in fact is reading this, and, if that is true, then simply; bugger, shit, fucky wank bollocks.

Still with me? Good, that means I'm not 'that' sort of boring person then. You know, the kind of boring twat who makes you actually dread the day that your one mutual friend has to leave the room to have a piss or something, because then you're left listening to them drone on and bloody on about how their new Subaru Seatsniffer has seventeen more cylinders (it's always about fucking cylinders) than their Vauxhall Shitehawk ever did. Or the terrible situation of having to listen to one of their pissing holiday stories; now there's nothing wrong with a holiday story that actually contains something interesting; a funny situation, an amazing coincidence or just something that would hold the intended audience's attention. No, in fact these are the holiday stories that I do want to hear. What I don't want to hear are those holiday stories that tend to go "...and of course with my psoriasis we had to find a place that did that special sun cream, the one that smells of prunes but all they had was the one that smelled of olives and I don't like olives I like..." Because even though I still smile politely, inside I'm wishing several different bad things would happen to the person I'm looking at: 'maybe next time they'll get sucked into the engine...' 

What makes me boring is that I do...nothing. I don't go out, I don't mean I'm agoraphobic I mean I don't go on 'nights out', or at least my understanding of the accepted definition of the term. That is tied, in part, to the fact that I don't go out and get pissed. I mean that in the British way of course, I get 'pissed' in the American way (meaning angry or annoyed) on such a frequent basis that someone confusing the two definitions would have to assume that I was an alcoholic. There's no righteousness behind it I just haven't liked any of the different alcoholic drinks I've had thus far and as such don't want to try any more. 

People tend to have a hard time accepting that. They'd much prefer it if I didn't drink for a moral or religious reason. And I would be fine with that too if it weren't for the fact that I don't have a religion (and I'm not very 'moral' either...) So they take it upon themselves to 'help' me find an alcoholic drink that works for me, as if they've decided I'm missing out, so I must need assistance of some kind. Well let me tell you something you possibly weren't aware of: I'm perfectly happy (shut it) with being a non-drinker. 

I'm a terribly self-conscious individual with little in the way of confidence, and while there are many people who feel the same way, they tend to be ones who utilise alcohol as a 'social lubricant', a term that makes it sound like a KY jelly dispenser that compliments you when you use it. Well without said alcohol I limit my attendance to social occasions to the minimum acceptable level. Bloody friends with their concern for my mental well-being and a general desire for my company, what awful, awful people... 

Now that sounds like a case for being a drinker, except I value my ability to recall why I wake up with black eyes more than my inability to remember vomiting on a bouncer.

I think, at the root of it all, it is my abundance of contentment that is to blame. Not in a Zen, 'inner peace' way but more in an 'it'll do' sense. I'm happy just drinking orange squash or something to that effect, so I don't look for something else to drink. The idea of travelling terrifies me, so I stay put. And it goes on and on, I'm not spontaneous; if I haven't known about an impending social event for at least two days then I just can't go. I'm happy with routine; it's safe. It's predictable.

Or in other words; it's boring.

17 September 2010

Pop Muzik

I am a low-culture junkie, I've never seen a play, cannot identify a piece of classical music and I have never read the classics, but I take offence at the terms 'high' and 'low' culture. While there is an obvious distinction between the compositions of Beethoven and the Pokémon theme tune and their relative importance and influence, to attach such weighted words to the distinction implies some sort of intrinsic value to one over the other. As such I won't be comparing the styles of Chopin and Schubert today. No, today's rant is going to be about pop music, and by that I don't mean 'popular music', I mean 'pop music' and there is a distinction.

When I became a teenager, I hated pop music. 'That's not so odd' you might think, but that's because you, like me, know what 'pop music' means now. It does not mean 'popular' music, it means music that's created and marketed towards the impressionable and the young. It is lowest common denominator music, typical and unchanging. It's boybands and girl groups and individuals who are pushed out onto television with no other goal than the selling of records, in short; it's all about money.

Back in the day (whenever 'the day' was; it seems to be an ever-shifting date that exists nowhere and everywhere at the same time and you can fuck off with your philosophical cats), pop music meant little more than Rock & Roll, the music of the Beatles, the Rolling Stones and the Who etc. then later, in America, it was Motown; Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye and the whole gang.

Except Britain didn't have a soul and funk influence from within. No they were still trying to cling onto the Rock & Roll of the Sixties. The only problem being that the musicians that made that music (if they had managed not to die through their own excesses) moved on without them, far away from the wide appeal of their early music and into the realm of experimentation or, if we're talking about Pink Floyd, outright pretension. Now there's nothing intrinsically bad about that, but the repercussions, with regards to pop music, were great. Without the Rock & Roll the British public (in general of course; there's always going to be groups of people that like the esoteric) were poised to receive the corporate products of pop music; the Osmonds, the David Cassidys and the Bobby Shermans of the world. The wildly popular, but tame and hollow music that, much as all pop music seemed to until my mid-teens, wanted nothing more than to make money for the company that produced it.

Punk did its part, trying to rebel against the mediocrity of Seventies pop music as well as the bloated self-importance of prog rock. They even denounced their supposedly sacrosanct predecessors, "No Elvis, Beatles or the Rolling Stones in 1977!" the Clash shouted in the same year the 'King of Rock & Roll' died. But even Punk didn't last; it was popular for, at best, a few years before sinking into mainstream obscurity.

It did achieve something lasting though; in being a simple music that you didn't need a lot of ability to play (that means you did still need some ability, I mean, put it this way; I'd never have made it as a punk) it opened up the possibilities of music to a new generation, a generation that the synthesiser had just been waiting for. Listen to Donna Summer's 1977 hit 'I Feel Love' and if you're like me; you'll agree that it is one of the greatest songs of all time. Well others agreed, and by the end of the Seventies electronic music was ready, willing and able to deliver a new form of pop music that wasn't going to make you want to drive a hot compass into your ear and then seal up the wound with raw sewage.

Taking cues from German social-outcasts Kraftwerk and the shiny glamour of disco and David Bowie-style glam rock; electronic music was sublime. Gary Numan, the Human League, Ultravox, it was all great and it all did it with a DIY punk ethic. More often than not, these musicians were not trained, they had to program the synthesisers, which wasn't simple, but it was still a lot easier than learning to play the guitar only to find that that twat from across the street can already cover Purple Haze perfectly and he started three months after you.

But the grimy world of the music industry just couldn't leave it alone. It was popular, and as such a high-potential money-earner, which in turn meant they could churn out a diluted form of the original music with all the soul taken out of it because the lead singer would get teenage girls in a bit of a lather. This kind of thinking is responsible for the Eighties shite of Kajagoogoo and Howard Jones. That should be a capital offence.

But the Eighties weren't done in providing us with musical hate figures. The Triumvirate of Crap were just around the corner; Mike Stock, Matt Aitken and Pete Waterman. 

Stock, Aitken and Waterman were a trio of songwriters and producers that were responsible for hits by Rick Astley, Banarama and Mel & Kim amongst others. You know I could just leave it there and you'd know that they are bad, bad people. Their only redeeming feature, as I see it, is they also gave Kylie Minogue her first hits. Not that I'm a fan of Kylie's music, more I'm a fan of her...um…well let's move on shall we?

Stock Aitken Waterman or 'SAW' were roundly criticised in their heyday, and again by me now, for their repetitiveness, not their ability to create hit songs again and again, that at least has to require some skill, even if it is a bad skill to have. No it was the repetitiveness of their songs, they all follow the same song structure, which is fine if you can get away with it (which they did) but the same song structure was used for any artist they worked with. I'm amazed that people fell for it, it's almost inconceivable to me. Anyway, SAW serve (in my mind at least) as the real starting point for truly shit pop music. They worked with the record company Fanfare Records, creating hits that kept the company afloat. One of the partners in Fanfare Records was none other than the absolute shining emperor of pop tripe, Simon fucking Cowell.

But we'll come back to the nipple-high-trouser-lined twat later. When SAW finally (and mercifully) started to become obsolete in the early Nineties, a number of music managers created fully artificial groups with whom they wanted to have a series of hits as SAW did, but with just the one group (by 'artificial' I mean each member was chosen individually from the rest, usually for purely aesthetic reasons. Occasionally they would also have some talent, but it wasn't required). Nigel Martin-Smith created Take That, Louis Walsh created Boyzone in response, and Bob and Chris Herbert created the Spice Girls as a female alternative to both.

Now, you may expect me to, at this point, rail on them for the low quality of their music. But that's hard to do, as most of their songs were covers of earlier artists that, while they aren't to my taste, can't be called bad songs. Or alternatively they're written by professional songwriters, not the same kind as SAW but ones that actually differentiate each song they write. No, my problem is the commercialism of it, I mean, obviously, a record company wants and needs to make money, but with the boy bands and the girl groups it was all about making money, there was no creativity at all, pop music was stagnant. The whole marketing element is almost depressing; the 'boy band' as a marketing product is so transparent it's almost insulting; get a bunch of good looking guys to sing old love songs and get them onto kids' TV, gee, I wonder who the market was.

The corruption of 'pop music' was complete, and until around the early-to-mid 2000s it remained that way with Simon Cowell as the orchestrator behind its continued relevance. Cowell in fact furthered the reach of pop stagnation, bringing television shows to chart success (Robson & Gerome, the Teletubbies and Mr Blobby, and they're just the ones off the top of my head) and then reversing the trend and using television to create his next successes.

I can scarcely believe how he's managed to get away with it, through Pop Idol and X Factor Cowell has actually shown us the formulaic pop process at its core, yet he still makes millions and people eat it right up.

The only thing that keeps me from giving up hope is the influence of American pop music, that's right; America is a force for good when it comes to modern pop music.

In recent years there has been a small, but growing, number of British acts that achieve pop success without Cowell and his ilk. Their musical influences come from across the Atlantic, not from the desk of Stock, Aitken and Waterman. You see; American pop music evolved differently to British pop music. America had Motown which launched a multitude of careers and brought soul and funk into the mainstream consciousness. And it's that Motown influence that became the driving force behind pop music in America.

Of all the artists that began on Motown, Stevie Wonder is perhaps the one that has had the longest-lasting success. His particular style of soul and funk influenced music had such an impression on Joe Jackson (the overbearing, possibly abusive father of the Jacksons) that he made his children in the Jackson 5 cover Stevie's songs. The young Michael Jackson soon found success due to his charm, good looks and amazing talent. So that when he became the 'King of Pop' he had an ingrained style that echoed parts of Stevie Wonder's music.

Michael Jackson was truly great back at his Eighties zenith, and his enormous success was bound to engender followers. Now I'm not saying Michael Jackson is responsible for all of modern American pop music, but you'd have to be a special kind of moron to suggest he wasn't a massive part of it. Artists that followed in Jackson's pop footsteps include Usher, Justin Timberlake and Beyoncé Knowles. To the closed-minded theirs might sound like the most awful and generic sounding music ever. But they actually incorporate a long and varied history of differing musical styles; there's a heavy contemporary R&B influence on their work of course, but they also utilise elements of hip-hop, Michael Jackson's brand of disco-influenced pop, Stevie Wonder's funk and the soul of Motown. Pop music in America doesn't mean what it means in the UK, it doesn't mean generic shite marketed towards teen girls because America already got through that phase. The Backstreet Boys and *NSYNC anyone?

The success of these artists in America has ensured a large following in Britain, and it's a fantastically broad definition of pop music that exists today. Much more broad than it ever was with Rock & Roll.

However, Lady Gaga is still shit.

09 September 2010

"Wow, it's like the disappointment is happening right in front of my face!"

Charlie Brooker said that once about an internet gig that Keane put out in 3D. So you may have an idea what today's rant is going to be about.

3D films; I don't get the draw of them. I must be one of a small percentage of people who'll freely admit that they enjoyed James Cameron's Avatar, but then I'm a fan of Jimmy's work; (Terminator and Aliens, not Titanic). But I didn't see it in 3D, oh the incredulity on people's faces when I said that. "Yeah, it's only really good if you see it in 3D." I have to disagree. I thought it was a well-acted affair with an easy to follow soft science fiction plot, clearly characterised figures and some top-notch action scenes, oh, and a particularly sweet love story in there. Now people criticise it for its plot being unoriginal, in that 'outsider becomes an insider and changes his ways'...way. Yes, this plot has been used before, it was done spectacularly in 'Dances with Wolves' for example, which is surprising, considering Kevin Costner's not only in it, but he directed it as well. But I think this is a hollow criticism, films have been doing that for decades, I'll use the first (admittedly poor) example that comes to mind; the 2008 film 'Taken' starring Liam Neeson, uses a near-identical plot to the vastly-superior 2004 remake of 'Man on Fire' starring Denzel Washington. Both are very enjoyable films, but if you mention Taken to people you don't get vehement diatribes against it for reusing the ol' kidnapping storyline.

Now, before I carry on I'll have to point out that I have, in fact, never seen a 3D film and I have no desire to. I'm arguing from a weakened position in this rant, there you go.

Looking back, I can see that Avatar (as a film, not a marketing product) didn't play up to the 3D element, there's no bit that stands out as a 'LOOK! IT'S COMING OUT OF THE SCREEN!' bit, unlike say, 'Clash of the Titans' which managed to ruin a perfectly good 29 year old film and slap some 3D gimmick on it. There's a part where this magical 'Djinn' creature throws a coin for Charon's ferry, all well and good as a plot point in a telling of an ancient Greek myth, but the way they set up the scene was for the Djinn to toss the coin towards the camera. In 2D it looked like an odd choice of camera angle, but I immediately realised that, like so many others, this film was being marketed on the weight of its 3D content. To audiences watching it in 3D the coin would be flying right towards their face. Wow! What a spectacle!

Except it wouldn't be really, it would be distracting. I'll use another example before I go on about immersion like a wankerous disciple of Mark Kermode. The fourth (and hopefully, final) Resident Evil film; 'Resident Evil: Afterlife' stars, as ever, Milla Jovovich as Alice. The plot is pretty much the same as it's been since the second film; Alice wants revenge against the corporation who blah, phmeh, snuh. You get the picture; but it's not the plot that bothers me. The film is in 3D; in fact chances are it's in "eye-popping" 3D, which differs from other 3D techniques used in films because it, at some point during the film, makes the audience's corneas explode.

In the advert for the film, you see some shots that make that one gratuitous scene in Clash of the Titans look as subtle as a fart in a hurricane. I saw:
A split-headed dog leaping at the screen,
a Second World War-style aeroplane flying towards the screen,
some arbitrarily trenchcoat-wearing darkly-dressed people throwing a pair of sunglasses at the screen,
Alice kicking a tray of surgical equipment at the screen
and an enormous hammer/axe spinning towards the screen.
This was in a 34 second advert. I mean, how poor must the film be if they're pushing the 3D gimmick so heavily? It's not like you can even see the 3D effect on the advert, so it just looks like the director has this odd 'let's fuck up the fourth wall' fetish.

My other gripe with the 3D craze is how it affects how films are being made. Let's create a fictional scene in a film now:
There's a young mother, she's mentally disturbed and she's not been taking her medication, she sneaks out of bed, takes her child and escapes from the hospital, she steals a car from the car park and drives down the road at night, crying, her baby cries on the seat next to her. Back at the hospital the police realise she's gone and they spring into action, police cars peel out of the hospital car park with their sirens blaring. The girl parks the car and gets out, carrying her baby, who's still crying. The police eventually catch up to the girl who is by a river and attempt to talk to her, "It's alright, just put the baby down." The young girl is still crying as she tosses her baby into the river.
OK? An upsetting and unequivocally serious scene I hope. Except if the film was in 3D, eye-popping or no, then the only thing that the scene would be pushing would be, "CHECK OUT THAT FLYING BABY! IT'S LIKE THE INFANTICIDE IS COMING RIGHT OUT OF THE SCREEN!"

It's distracting, the last thing I want when I'm watching a good film is to be reminded of how it's a film. I want to get lost in it, to care about the characters and the plot and how the situation will be resolved. And to me that would seem much easier if random on-screen shit wasn't appearing as if it was going to twat me in the face.

But it's not just films that are in danger here. Television is soon to 'go 3D' as well. Except it won't, television as well as film has been three dimensional since its invention, all that's happening now is it's going 'a bit sticky-outy'. Now, I can understand why a film-maker or a television producer would want their production to be in 3D, it's a lucrative craze, and cinemagoers expect it nowadays, so to expect it at home is, at the very least, likely. But I saw an advert (adverts tend to get right under my skin) from Sky about their plans for sports broadcasts to be in 3D and the news as well! How the shitting hell do they expect seeing football in 3D will enhance the viewing experience? And the news, well, let's see, if Eamonn Holmes was on Sky News and was telling us about the number of people who died in a gas explosion in, oh I don't know, Peckham, I wonder how I'd feel if he was telling me in 3D and I have to think it would be the same if he had told me in 2D; fucking awful.

07 September 2010

"...teach me the way my soul should walk."

These are the words of Girolamo Savonarola, a Dominican priest who was in control of Florence in Italy from 1494 to 1498. His great contribution to the city of Florence was to make homosexuality a capital offence (how very Christian of him) and the burning of items associated with what he called 'moral laxity', such as; mirrors, cosmetics, lewd pictures, pagan books, immoral sculptures, gaming tables, chess pieces, lutes and other musical instruments, fine dresses, women's hats and the works of immoral and ancient poets. Through him we lost several pieces of Renaissance art, some painted by Sandro Botticelli, who threw them in himself.

You may be wondering why I'm bothering to tell you this, he was not the first person to organise a book burning, nor was he the last, but he is one of the most infamous, and his organised libricide (look it up) has a decidedly religious tone that sets it apart from most of the other book burnings in history.

A Christian group in Florida, called the "Dove World Outreach Centre" plans to hold an "International Burn a Koran Day" to commemorate the ninth anniversary of the World Trade Centre attacks. Now to a godless heathen like me that doesn't seem very "love thy neighbour"-ish, nor does it seem very "turn the other cheek"-ish either. Now of course I'm not a follower of any religion, I think that followers of many different religions are capable of and have carried out some of the worst atrocities in the history of mankind in the name of their god or gods, but what benefit would there be, to absolutely anyone, in burning copies of the Qur'an?

You might be sat there agreeing with me that this group is generalising in the worst possible way and is actively courting controversy and hate; you may be sat there thinking that they have the right idea. If it's the latter, then please, fuck off from this page and never bring your hateful eyes or fingers here again. But if, however, it's the former then please, read on.

Also in their capacity as fascist theocratic crusaders, the Dove World Outreach Centre protests against homosexuality wherever it can find it, their actions have drawn the support and endorsement of everyone's favourite hate-mongers the Westboro Baptist Church, you know them, they're the ones that picket the funerals of American servicemen with signs sporting such bright and cheery slogans as "God hates fags".

Now clichéd as this may be, I'm going to have to prove Godwin's law right here. The actions that the Dove World Outreach Centre plan to carry out on September the eleventh this year are highly reminiscent of the Nazi book burnings in the 1930s; where books written by Jewish authors or by intellectuals, or indeed any book that did not conform to Nazi ideology were burned.

So let me close this entry with a quote from the nineteenth-century German Jewish poet Heinrich Heine, whose works the Nazis burned, "Where they burn books, they will also burn people."

All aboard for funtime

Oh what a world we live in. I am Martyn the Great Ignoramus, Loser of Marbles, a cynic to my very core and a member of that most excruciatingly disappointing group of individuals we call 'people'. The supposedly witty name for this blog, 'Hypocritical Cynicism', is a sign of my own pretension, a trait I find so infuriatingly pompous in other people that I can't do much more than burn the word 'twat' into my forearm with a pair of stolen hair-straighteners as a reminder that I am no better than those I want to complain about.

I'm not going to lie here and try and tell you what I think should be done to solve the world's problems. I just want to chart the inexorable rise of the idiot. A special kind of...person? I suppose they do count as members of the human race on some mucus-coated bottom rung of the cultural ladder.

It's just so easy to hate them that I take to it with relish, their favourite words are 'epic', 'fail', 'lol' and of course 'random'. Because yes Jemima it is so 'random' for that broken egg to be in the kitchen. And yes Toby it is 'random' for someone to wear Converse.

They trudge around town centres wearing uniform skinny jeans and t-shirts with ironic logos on them, because they're far too outside the mainstream to shop anywhere except New Look and Topshop.

Their favourite band is someone you've never heard of and on the off chance you do manage to track down their rare Indonesian live EP then they've moved on because that band 'sold out'. "I've moved on from neo-classical baroque electro-folk-pop, it was going way too mainstream, I only listen to Nepalese arse flautists now."

They tell ironically racist/sexist/homophobic (hey, pick your prejudice) jokes that are so funny they offend you exactly as if they weren't ironically racist/sexist/homophobic.

They don't use MySpace anymore; they've moved onto Facebook,
They don't use Facebook anymore; they've moved onto Twitter,
They don't use Twitter anymore; they've moved onto that one social networking site you heard was 6 months off a full release and was being developed by three eighteen-year-old boys working out of a college dorm in Ohio because everything else is just too mainstream for them.

They make articulate and thought-provoking critiques of the most popular films of the moment and disguise their words brilliantly as complete ignorant idiocy. But of course they do this at peak efficiency when they've never actually seen the film they're currently giving a 35 minute lecture on.

They're everywhere, they're in your towns, in your cinemas, in your supermarkets, in your pubs, your clubs and your bars.

See if you can spot them; and if you do, don't say anything, don't even give them a dirty look. Just be content that you know that they are idiots.