Born Ruffians: JUICE

This is the last review I wrote last year.

I think by the time I wrote this I was feeling burned out, but more due to house issues than anything else. That said, I also think that that seeped into the writing and as such, this isn’t a well-written review. I think I get what I wanted to say across, but it’s poor writing.

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Born Ruffians have been around for a while and so on and so forth. Anyway, last year they put out JUICE, the first in a trilogy of albums that are about… something. Probably a few things. Anyway, this word wasting is on the first album of this trilogy; the aforementioned JUICE.

So the album starts dominated by horns which provide a textured feel. The vocals come in over a spaced beat; soon Born Ruffians launch into the song proper with speed. It’s fun and all, even when the song switches gears, but it’s in that switch that lets the band down.

JUICE is an album that co-opts sounds from the seventies and sometimes that co-opting works. However, when it doesn’t Born Ruffians sound more like a tribute act than a group taking and reworking said sounds. “I Fall in Love Every Night” probably needed a transition somewhere; at least, at it’s existing length which leaves the song feeling like it drags. It’s difficult to say what kind of transition would work in either transitioning or supplanting the energy the song builds. It’s also difficult to say that digging up the past was the best choice.

This said, JUICE is a fun album in many places. “Breathe” is an easy, joyous-sounding bop, as is “Dedication”, though with a bit more happy shouting. “The Poet [Can’t Jam]” goes for something relatively slower and airier whilst keeping an upbeat sound at the forefront. “I’m Fine” continues with that sense of relative slowness with a bit more of a stomp in the beat and a relaxed quirkiness, so to speak.

Often there seems to be an underlying seriousness in quite a few of the songs and the delivery often very loosely masks said seriousness. It’s easy enough to get caught up in the album’s sound and not pay attention; it’s equally easy to hear what’s happening with the lyrics. Perhaps the delivery isn’t meant to mask so much as it’s meant to take an edge off. If so, sometimes it works, but it also has a habit of coming off as hokey and detracting.

This said, things come together on “Hey You”. It’s relaxed, gentle with the vocal delivery, and overall flows quite nicely. It’s a sweet song aided well by Maddy Wilde’s vocals; It rises in all the right places and feels intimate and connecting in a way the other songs don’t.

The closing two tracks, “Hazy Wave” and “Wavy Haze” are pleasant enough. “Hazy Wave” is a short ambient piece that kind of calmly washes over. It also does well to ease things into “Wavy Haze” which also has a sense of calm to it, though with a bit more thrust behind it than “Hazy Wave”. At first the song feels like Born Ruffians are taking it easy; like they’re looking to just keep everything relaxed. There’s a point where it seems like the song will explode into something climactic, but instead of doing so Born Ruffians hold back and diffuse any possibility of the song becoming some big thing. Whilst feeling highly calculated, it still is an appreciable moment of restraint.

JUICE is in a bit of an odd position. It’s an album that sounds fun, though it does have a seriousness to it that works in places. The instruments sound lively when necessary, the songs are tight and the vocal performance is acceptable. Some of the material here is strong and some of it isn’t. As a band Born Ruffians sound like they’ve got their stuff together; they know their way around a song and how to get the most out of one, but the past-leaning moments kind of bog things down a bit.

JUICE is available here.

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Emeralds: Before Your Eyes

Two listens for this one.

I wanted to write about “Before Your Eyes” but I feel I should’ve saved it for another time. Probably a bit too tired to have written about the song, but I did it and so here’s what I feel a rather short writing about a song that I could write more about over two listens.

Emeralds’ “Before Your Eyes” is from Just to Feel Anything.

I hope you enjoy.

Slow is the fading in; at first it is faint as it appears on the horizon, but gradually it comes more into view. Bits and pieces become more apparent and detail slowly fills in.

Sounds briefly appearing in some sort of pattern gradually well up. Soon a flickering beat comes in as more sound comes in and creates a foundation through a sense of drive. Guitar layers over it as it moves and rises and falls and the sounds surround and seem to envelope. They fill the space as though objects with no gaps between and it all announces something.

However, once all is announced the sounds pull away and fade out as the song ends.

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Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1080: Ticks Away

The day ticks away and I sit here and I write about it. I drink some tea and then I get on with things and I try to think of what words I can combine in a way that gives some sort of meaning to it all. Then again, who am I to dole out meaning?

Am I really one who can give meaning? Do I really allow myself such arrogance to delude myself into succeeding where I feel others have not? Who then sets the bar? It couldn’t be anyone else, because who could so as to be able to ensure that I am able to achieve in this regard?

So anyway I’m feeling a little bored and I’m knocking this out in a way that doesn’t allow a full investment into what it is that I am writing, but I continue as I am yet to reach the final stop on this track. Likely soon though.

Anyway, the weather has been heavy, but then again, it seldom isn’t heavy, but then again, maybe it seldom is heavy and recent memory makes me think it seldom is not. Funny how that can work. Right now it’s alright; just a bit grey and dreary, but at the same time it is relaxing in a manner, and that is fine. The day is slow anyway and it seems to add to the general atmosphere of what is and is not happening, and very little is happening so it seems to be an appropriate state of weather for this day of little in the way of events that could be described as out of the ordinary.

Even in terms of ordinary the day seems to trundle along in a manner that suggests as little as it implies, but of course there is quote a lot that is happening but I just so happen to be relatively unaware of it all as in this room there is little of what is out there. Even though there is a whole world at my fingertips, all I can see and do and work with right now is what is right in front of me and so therefore that is what I will do, but eventually I will not and instead find other things to do as there are other things and all that other stuff.

I think that it is now time to think about the outside again, and maybe visit it, as I’ve been in this room for far too long and now I want to write in a lofty manner, but my words slide out in a way that lacks the loftiness needed to keep on writing so I guess that instead of all of that I’ll just think of what the ending of this writing should be and then I’ll run with that for a while.

Either that or not run with it and admit that I’m running on empty and then go back to twiddling my thumbs in a dull manner.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:43:88

I think that, had I picked something I wrote in this and stuck with it, then this would have maybe sort of worked. Maybe.

Written at home.

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Four Knots Beyond

As per the sign.

I like how there’s a sense of cold to this photo. It wasn’t necessarily a cold morning, but this photo feels cold.

I also like how there’s almost a flat nothingness in the distance. You can see some of the urban landscape, but between the water and the clouds, it feels very small and insignificant.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit.

A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.

I hope you enjoy.

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Break Against The Rocks

I think the great thing about seeing land and the ocean together is that you see a relationship involving change. The land gradually erodes away due to a few processes and the ocean remains there at its edge.

This is my submission into the one hundred-and-eighty-seventh Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.

The theme for this one is “Water“.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Week 1 – Patti

Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 3 – Amy

Week 4 – Tina

This year three people are joining the Lens-Artists team:

John Steiner of Journeys with Johnbo

Sofia Alves of  Photographias

Anne Sandler of Slow Shutter Speed

As such the above hosting order is likely to change.

This one is curated by Anne. The next one is guest-curated by Karina of Murtagh’s Meadow.

I recommend participating in the challenges. They’re enjoyable and allow room for interpretation of the theme without straying too far. If you don’t participate, then I recommend that you at least check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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A Poem About Pressure

This one has to do with recent events.
Not great; I probably could’ve expanded upon what I wrote, but… well, no excuse for this one.

I hope you enjoy.

Pressure comes and goes
Like waves on a shoreline
Throughout days it shifts
Though remains present

Sometimes it leads to buckling
As it it presses and crushes
Though with support
We get up and move through it

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Emeralds: Search For Me in the Wasteland

One listen for this one.

I mostly went with imagery but I tried to interweave a narrative. I think it works in some parts.

Emeralds’ “Search For Me in the Wasteland” is from Just to Feel Anything.

I hope you enjoy.

A lone guitar rings out a firm, yet gentle sound. Soon more guitar joins in, building on the ringing. It is not quite night and not quite day and they could either be signaling, searching for someone, or they could be that someone looking, lost.

Maybe they aren’t lost but rather on the long, bitter walk. Maybe instead of searching for someone they are instead looking for something.

The guitars paint a landscape as still in appearance as it is in flux. Ringing out and ringing low, wrapping around as their tonality grows in richness and detail. Notes reach to high places whilst sticking to building on the melody and it’s almost like the hills of the sand stretching out across a vastness difficult to fathom whilst there, and so, without quite knowing, they keep on walking forward, looking.

Something above seems to shine and shimmer as a growing sense of being overwhelmed grows. It starts of subtle and low and it steadily increases, seemingly coming in waves as they lap at the shoreline, revealing another grand stretch of massiveness.

Sounds rise on up and bass appears, playing gentle and steady, urging on. Something slowly moves downward, seeming to keep a frame held and the sounds grow rich and beautiful, but they continue to work together and a sense of hopeless creeps on it. However, they keep on their journey. They keep looking where they can and they see a prettiness come forward in all of what is ahead and around them, and so they continue on with their search, for even if there is hopelessness, there remains hope.

Soon they fade off into the distance and all that is left is the landscape as they become another indistinct detail the farther they move, and all that is left is memory and the suggestion that they were there, and the last guitar strums out and the song ends.

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A Rest Building at Night

Here’s a photo I took when I drove to Melbourne last year.
It is the toilet building at one of the rest stops I stopped at on the way.
May have been in Springhurst.

I’m not sure why I took this photo. I think I may have found it interesting that most of this building was obscured by night. Really not sure. However, looking upon it now I like the amount of space in this photo. It kind of feels restricting.

This is my submission into the one hundred-and-eighty-sixth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge.

The theme for this one is “Low-Light“.

The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:

Week 1 – Patti

Week 2 – Ann-Christine aka Leya

Week 3 – Amy

Week 4 – Tina

This year three people are joining the Lens-Artists team:

John Steiner of Journeys with Johnbo

Sofia Alves of  Photographias

Anne Sandler of Slow Shutter Speed

As such the above hosting order is likely to change.

This one is curated by Sofia. The next one is curated by Anne.

I recommend participating in the challenges. They’re enjoyable and allow room for interpretation of the theme without straying too far. If you don’t participate, then I recommend that you at least check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.

I hope you enjoy.

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Yasunori Mitsuda, Manami Kiyota: Orbital Ring

Two listens for this one.

With this one I had an idea to capture the imagery. However, I was not able to sustain that and so I switched more to describing the music, but I don’t think I did too well.

Yasunori Mitsuda (光田) and Manami Kiyota’s (清田 愛未) “Orbital Ring” (“オービタルリング”) is from Xenoblade Chronicles 2‘s soundtrack, Xenoblade 2: Original Soundtrack.

I hope you enjoy.

Somewhere a brightness shines on through. It initially obscures, leaving all vague yet welcoming, though soon the eyes adjust and no longer does everything look welcoming. A desolate landscape pockmarked by ruins becomes apparent. It spreads out, dry and barren.

A weak percussive sound plays out among the stillness as keys play with a fragility through the sobering sight. Various sounds fade in and out as difficulty in reconciling the landscape with what it was believed to be sets in. Questions arise though no answers are there.

The sounds continue on as though they grip onto something that once was. What they once were no longer is and so they serve only as remnants slowly disintegrating into nothingness.

Soon the last key plays out, then the final sounds come in. They soon fade away, not having the strength to sustain themselves, and the song ends.

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Loading Area

Another recent photo.

Once more it is a cold and (possibly) grim photo of industrial design to facilitate industry.

I do like how everything is positioned in relation to each other, and I also like the large amount of space, though I think the clouds kind of make this scene feel like it has less space than it does.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s “Monochrome Madness” for this week.
I suggest checking out Leanne’s photography, as well as checking out what other people submit.

A lot of what people are submitting will likely end up here.

I hope you enjoy.

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