
Artist: Yoshida Kyodai
Genre(s):
Ethnic
Discography:

Ibuki
Year: 2000
Tracks: 6
 
A Los Angeles court has rejected BRITNEY SPEARS' latest appeal to overturn the conservatorship awarded to her father in February (08).
Jamie Spears was given control of his daughter's private affairs on 1 February (08) after the troubled pop star was admitted to hospital for a mental health evaluation.
The singer's father has since reportedly quit his job as a caterer to tend to his daughter's financial and personal matters - a role he shares with court-appointed observer Andrew Wallet.
Last month (May08), Jamie's conservatorship appointment was extended until 31 July (08).
Britney has challenged this, but a California appellate court has ruled that the motion was not filed with correct procedures and therefore the appeal was denied.
'Former 'The Jam' frontman Paul Weller says he has no regrets about splitting up the band -- and has repeated his distaste for the current reunion without him.
The band, whose hits include That's Entertainment and Going Underground, split in 1982 at Weller's behest, but drummer Rick Buckler and bassist Bruce Foxton recently formed a new version of the group, From The Jam, with a different singer.
But Weller, 50, says there is no going back for him.
He explains, "It was the right thing to do. It was an artistic decision, without sounding poncey. I didn�t want to be in the same set up for the rest of my life. I like to change and move on.
"Do I miss it? No, not particularly," he tells British radio station BBC 6 Music. "I quite like what today is. It was a lot of pressure, being that kind of spokesman for a generation.
"Whether it was my own fault for setting myself up or not, I don�t know, but it was a lot of pressure for a young man. I certainly didn�t miss that."
Paul, who has enjoyed solo success with songs like Wild Wood and You Do Something To Me, added he would not be attending his old bandmates shows any time soon.
"I�m not mad about the idea, It�s a bit cabaret to me," he explained. "I thought we were against all that."
Nightclub review |
Punkish, folkish and hyper-literate, Two Gallants might be the quintessential Seattle band. Thursday night the duo of Adam Stephens (guitar, vocals) and Tyson Vogel (drums) looked like they could've ducked into the Tractor Tavern while barhopping along Ballard Avenue; their greasy, fashionless fashion mirrored the venue's dimly-lit, unstylish style. Everything about their hourlong set catered to the crowd, and in return, the crowd granted raucous approval, the sort of shameless release reserved for prodigal hometown bands. The fact that Two Gallants are from San Francisco is a minor detail.
There was as much of the Northwest as the Bay Area in their wire-taut performance. You could've called out "Steady Rollin'," a song about a drunken crime of passion, as being inspired by the myth-building narratives of Grateful Dead lyricist Robert Hunter (Bay Area) or the everyday debasement of author Raymond Carver (Northwest). Flannel-clad urban country yarns like "Las Cruces Jail" sat alongside the Cave Singers (Northwest) but thrashed with the loose, sweaty abandon and intricate interplay of guitar-and-drums math rockers Hella (Bay Area). The sum of these parts is something timeless.
It's also something you can sing along to at the top of your drunken lungs. Forget Colin Meloy and the Decemberists — Stephens is the best storytelling songwriter alive. The band's opening number, "Long Summer Day," was a reworking of an early 20th-century work song that details the sorrows of servitude. It also includes the n-word. When sung by Moses Platt, a black man who recorded a version a hundred some years ago, it's deeply personal. When sung by Stephens, a 20-something white kid who refuses to substitute language for comfort, it's an indictment turned anthem, more uneasy and unsettling because of its context.
Since they first started gigging in front of the 16th Street BART station in San Francisco's Mission District in 2002, Two Gallants have inspired dramatic reactions from listeners. This sold-out show was no different: Here's a couple swaying and making out; here are three sloppy drunk dudes, arm in arm in arm, moshing through the packed room; here's a young guy desperately clutching his head with both hands, overwhelmed by the gut-punch grandeur of the music; here's the rest of the audience singing along, song after song.
The rest of this review should be given to "Waves of Grain," last night's encore. It's the most scathing and articulate protest song written since the turn of the millennium. Unfortunately, at 10-plus minutes long, the lyrics don't fit in this space. Hear the song — and pay attention, for Pete's sake — at www.twogallants.com/songs/wavesofgrain.html. And go see Two Gallants next time they're in Seattle.
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