Friday, 9 October 2009

Owada - Nothing

Owada - Nothing
Remember when the Turner Prize was won by smiley Scottish bloke Martin Creed turning the lights in one room on and off at perfectly regular intervals? It seemed to cause the most intense press furore amongst the likes of the Daily Mail Representative Watercolours Of Flowers Or Bust (But Not That Kind Of Bust, Obviously, That Would Be Rude) brigade with regards to modern art that I'd ever seen (quite surprisingly, considering the fact that there was nothing even vaguely sensationalist a la Chapman Brothers about the work).. Well, he has a band, who in about 2002 released this very odd but strangely accessible and quite charming album of conceptual-yet-still-very-poppy tunes, which are vaguely reminiscent of the Fall. They clearly aren't hugely musically aspirational or pretentious, but have an infectiously sweet approach to writing songs which is quite similar to the feel of Creed's art; simple, mysterious and oblique, but all rather friendly and celebratory. The title is in keeping with Creed's body of work which all concerns reaching some kind of zero point or equilibrium. My personal favourites off this are probably Hello and Thirty Thirty. So there we are. Enjoy!

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