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Interview: Debut Novelist Lauren Johnson

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Forget men-in-tights and damsels-in-distress, Ridley Scott and Russell Crowe. 

The Arrow of Sherwood, debut novel of historian and Oxford graduate Lauren Johnson puts a new spin on the Robin Hood legend. Combining carefully imagined fiction with factual detail, she places Robin of Sherwood firmly within the dark, brutal context of Richard I’s reign, reimagining the well-known myth as historical fiction. Her work vividly evokes a medieval landscape crippled by political turmoil and economic unrest, to which crusader Robin has just returned…

Johnson graduated from Wadham in 2007 with a Masters in History, and currently works as a research manager for costumed interpretations at Hampton Court and the Tower of London. Here, she talks to Cherwell about the challenges of a first novel, the resurrgence of historical fiction and the twelfth century world in which her story’s set.  

How much did a degree in History help you when it came to writing a novel? Does having to hone such a sharp set of critical skills make it difficult to be creative?

Since this novel was historical fiction, a degree in History was very useful! So a large part of the research that went into my preparation for the book required similar skills to those used during my degree. I already had a basis of knowledge about the twelfth century, when The Arrow of Sherwood is set, but during my further research I would approach my reading with specific queries in mind: What happened at the Siege of Nottingham, for instance? What weapons did they have available? What was the lay of the land? And then you lay that research to one side and try to create something exciting in terms of narrative — which is definitely very different from writing a history essay.

Of the many challenges that face the first-time writer, what did you find the toughest? 

The usual challenges I anticipated, like rejection, and I have faced in the past when approaching agents and publishers. That’s tough but you have to just really try and not let it get under your skin. What has been surprising as a first-time writer – and challenging even as someone who has done a fair bit of performing for the public over the years — is how much promotional work is needed just to try to get people reading the book in the first place. I think there are something like 150,000 books published a year, so just snaring people’s interest is a major hurdle. You have to suppress any stereotypical English mortification at ‘selling yourself’ and try to talk about your work as much as possible. Until a year ago I wouldn’t even have admitted to writing privately, so it’s a big change to now be doing it all the time!

And what has been the most rewarding part of your experiences?

Hearing people’s feedback on the book has so far been great. It’s very strange to share something you’ve spent years thinking about secretly, squirrelled away writing, and suddenly it’s out in the public domain. And obviously the really exciting thing is having a physical copy of a book — not just pages of manuscript or typed up proof copies, but a real bound book. That’s pretty awesome.

Why do you think there has been such a strong resurgence in the historical semi-fiction genre in the last few years?

I think people have enjoyed stories set in the past for a very long time. Even before this current wave of historical fiction, our screens were full of adaptations of Dickens and Austen. Perhaps there’s such an interest now because of the political climate — there is a lot of uncertainty, and the past offers refuge. We know how things turned out then, so we know there will be a resolution in those stories, which is reassuring. Also, there is the simple fact that other eras of history look exciting from the outside — a somewhat alien culture, dressing differently, with different priorities, but still sharing the same human concerns. And there are some fantastic writers who have turned their attention to historical fiction — Hilary Mantel and C.J. Sansom, to name just two.

What sort of things did you try to bring to your historical novel? The press release describes your setting as both “lucidly imagined and carefully researched” – are these always compatible?

Good question! Personally, I like historical fiction — in fact, fiction generally — that immerses me in a world. That could easily be a modern world but in another country, or an experience in Britain that I’ve never had, but it equally applies to historical settings. History-writing is a process of intense research, analysis and interpretation, and what ends up on the page is always the result of some degree of selection, even if it’s as simple as, ‘I chose to write a book about this one year period rather than the same events over a two year period’. But with historical fiction I do tend to prefer works that are not misleading – by which I mean, that don’t actively select interpretations of the past that are unlikely. Obviously, I am dealing with fictional characters who happen to exist in a real historical world, which gives me some latitude, but I tried not to do anything too absurd with them. Nonetheless, I felt able to deal with the fictional locations in a way I would not have treated the real ones – we know that Nottingham was not burnt to the ground in 1194, but that doesn’t mean the whole of the county, and its fictional environs, got off so lightly. By having fictional characters in a real world, you can simultaneously recreate the rich historical environment, but have the jeopardy of not knowing how things end for those characters.

Finally: why Robin? Is there anything that we can add to his legend?

Inevitably, part of this answer will seem like a cop-out. I wrote about Robin because it was the story I wanted to tell, because it kept whirring away in my head and I knew I needed to get it on the page. The legend of Robin Hood is incredibly versatile — we’ve had the Errol Flynn adventurer version with lurid tights and moustachioed grin, the sombre Russell Crowe film, pantomime villains and, more recently, the story being told from the perspective of his ‘merry men’. For me, I wanted to root the mythic characters in the reality of the twelfth century — with all its complexity, and sometimes its brutality. The late twelfth century saw the formation of the Common Law, and was just in advance of Magna Carta, so an outlaw figure with his own morality — sometimes in opposition to society — fits into that world brilliantly. My hope is that I take the legend and fuse it with history, to tell a new story. 

The Arrow of Sherwood is published by Pen and Sword Fiction and is available here

The Great Job Hunt

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As children begin returning to school and Michaelmas 2013 draws ever closer, a new cycle begins:  the job/internship-application-psychometric-testing cycle.

I’ll admit it.  I’ve not had a ‘life-long’ career ambition.  However, I am determined that on entering the graduate job hunt I will have a sense of direction great enough to strike fear into the feathers of a scrupulously-trained champion homing pigeon.

On a visit to the Oxford Careers Service website, I look in awe at the variety of possible career paths I could take – is it bad that a multitude appeal to me and I find myself thinking that I would simultaneously love to be both a Rainforest Conservationist and an Actuarial Advisor?  (I could be an Actuarial Advisor in a Rainforest)  …I’m doing a History degree… which, by-the-by, to my relatives and non-historian friends means that my career is sorted:  a lifetime on ‘digs’ (‘Time Team’-style).  As I conclude that my hair cannot begin to compete for airtime with the likes of Phil Harding, I am propelled back to reality.

The fact is that if I want to differentiate between jobs, I’ll need greater insight into them.  Internships provide a useful way to gain further insight into careers which initially appeal on paper.  Hopefully they provide an opportunity to see whether the real thing appeals as much as the career in the advert, and if this is the case, to give a ‘foot-in-the-door’ when the final migration away from Oxford comes.  Recently, the death of the young intern Moritz Erhardt, who was working for Bank of America Merrill Lynch, has driven the subject of the ‘fairness’ of internships into the centre of a media storm.  While it has been claimed that his 72-hour stint as an intern trying to impress a prospective employer played a large part in his death, conclusions should not be so hastily made.  Nevertheless, internships remain controversial.  Aside from the much-debated obvious bone of contention (payment), it should be noted that the attainment of many internships is on the basis of merit – a fair policy. 

In the naïve days of an eighteen-year-old who had just finished A Levels, I thought that a carefully prepared CV and Cover Letter would constitute the majority of an internship application process.  Au contraire!  For many firms it would appear that competition is so fierce that it is necessary for candidates to undergo rigorous ‘Psychometric Testing’. Many a tale has been told of the panic when confronted by a timed numerical, verbal or ‘E-Tray’ test – the latter being my personal favourite.  Despite any initial feelings of uncertainty, such tests should be seen in a positive light.  They test competencies which are difficult to teach, for instance how quickly and accurately a person thinks when under pressure, and as such each candidate is on a rather even playing field.  This style of selection process, based on competency and not connections or privilege, is fair.  Indeed, it would appear that this system of testing candidates to ensure the best are the ones who are successful is not limited to a couple of firms.  Many large firms appear to apply such meritocratic testing to their internship, as well as employee, selection process. 

Although pessimists would stubbornly state that companies are only deploying such tests as a cost-cutting exercise, this would be too cynical.  Assuming the applicant does not have a benevolent helper next to them during the test, testing remains significantly advantageous as it allows the employer to see the ‘true’ suitability of the candidate in situations comparable to the workplace.  Furthermore, successful candidates are often required to repeat the test at an assessment centre, where the employer can be sure they receive no help.

Even when such tests are not used, it does not necessarily mean a less meritocratic selection process:  measures such as evaluation of qualifications and performance at interview, rather than immediate appointment based on personal connections or payment, are used in vast numbers of recruitment processes to appoint the most able.  Indeed, the appointment of the most efficient person for a job ensures money will not be wasted on the appointment of less efficient workers.

Amidst all this furore of internships (which is becoming a characteristic element of the British summer), a large pile of books with three sheets of paper on top in the corner of the room reminds me that, for now, I should not devote excessive time to the internship / job application cycle or else I’ll risk compromising my degree.  And since my life revolves around studying History, maybe I should succumb to the Time Team stereotype and cultivate a camera-grabbing hairstyle…

Living it Up at the Holiday Inn

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Following serious accomodation delays, a number of Oxford Brookes students will be forced to start their university careers from a room at the three-star Oxford Holiday Inn.

Although those who chose Brookes as their first choice university have been guaranteed accomodation, some students admitted through Clearing or via their Insurance choice are beginning the term in the hotel.

It’s a far cry from the purpose-built accommodation many had expected, due to be completed in October, though for as long as the university contributes to their costs, the forty students directly involved are unlikely to be complaining.

Students will be expected to pay a small fee, which includes breakfast and shuttle trips to the campus, while the university subsidises the cost of the room. An on-site warden is available for help with any housing – or hotelier – issues.

In a city with extremely high demand for places in university accommodation, Oxford Brookes has historically guaranteed a place in halls only to those who placed them as their first choice.

This year registrar Paul Large said that the university had “proved a popular choice”, leading to a larger proportion of students wishing to stay in halls than in previous years.

Accommodation construction on Chapel Street was underway, with the capacity to house almost 200 students from universities across Oxford, scheduled for completion in October.

Students in Oxford have long been aware of a shortage of houses, with letting agents this year reporting increased interest in private lets.

International Rescue?

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Now that the international break is over, for another month at least, football fans can go back to enjoying the domestic game. While the current league season is in its infancy, the World Cup qualifying campaign is nearing its conclusion with England the only British team with anything to play for, meaning that many British football fans would have breathed a collective sigh of relief that yet another painful week of international football was finally over and that they could look forward to following their clubs once again.

But before our minds revert back to the domestic side of the game, perhaps it is worth reflecting on how the home nations fared in last week’s fixtures, and trying to begin to understand why disappointment and embarrassment have become so commonplace amongst British fans.

After overcoming a vastly inferior Moldovan team at home in a routine victory, England laboured to a goalless away draw against Ukraine; Wales produced two insipid displays against Macedonia (a team 75th in the FIFA world rankings) and Serbia, deservedly losing both; in the same group, Scotland were outclassed at home against Belgium and needed a late moment of brilliance from Shaun Maloney to overcome Macedonia; while Northern Ireland shipped four at home against Portugal before slipping to an embarrassing defeat at the hands of Luxembourg, a country with a population of half a million and 126th in the world rankings, 40 places below them.

Not the greatest of weeks for the home nations, then; but the fact is that there is a sense of crushing inevitability, an almost tedious predictability about their constant shortcomings on the international stage. While England do qualify for most major tournaments, there is no denying that they have beaten Spain – historical underachievers but whose side is now in the middle of a golden age – to the title of undisputed flops of world football (47 years of hurt and counting). As for the other three British teams, Scotland haven’t qualified for a World Cup since 1998, Northern Ireland since 1986, whilst Welsh fans need no reminding that the last time their national team competed in a World Cup was way back in 1958, where Pele’s first World Cup goal was enough to knock them out at the quarter-final stage.

Despite the fact that England boasts a significantly larger population than the other three home nations, the argument that the failure of Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland to qualify for major tournaments on a semi-regular basis is expected due to their population size in comparison to England quite simply does not hold water. In the UK as a whole, football is not only the national sport; it is a national obsession. The English Premier League is the richest and one of the most well-supported leagues in the world and contains two Welsh clubs in Cardiff and Swansea, while even Glasgow Celtic attract crowds of more than 45,000 in spite of the absence of fierce rivals Rangers in the significantly less lucrative Scottish Premier League. The UK’s football infrastructure is one of the most developed in world sport, as pointed out in England’s failed bid to host the 2018 World Cup, while the immense popularity of football in the UK is such that it has even pervaded aspects of music and fashion culture. All this has enabled the smaller home nations to produce an impressive amount of world-class footballers – Best, Dalglish, Giggs to name but a few – in spite of their modest populations. Indeed, the world’s most expensive footballer is a Welshman.

So why is it that the home nations are consistently underachieving? We can speculate on a number of different causes, however a strong case can be made that it is the traditional footballing philosophy deep-rooted in the British game that is having the most negative effect on its national sides. Whereas a style of play centred around physicality, no-nonsense defending and long balls dominates the British game, the Spanish (and more recently German) model of developing technically gifted footballers capable of playing a short passing game and dominating their opponents, regardless of their physical stature, has exposed the British model as outdated and, crucially, inferior.

This is not a question of which style is most pleasing to the eye; with Spain witnessing the greatest success in their national team’s history in recent years and Germany a regular fixture in the semi finals and finals of major tournaments, there is no doubt that they are doing something right. When the English FA mustered the courage to adopt a continental approach by appointing the national side’s first foreign manager, the Swede Sven-Göran Eriksson, England proceeded to reach the quarter-finals of three successive major tournaments. His successor, Englishman Steve McClaren, failed to even qualify for the finals of the European Championships in 2008. More recently, Lars Lagerbäck , another Swedish manager, overlooked for the Wales manager post in 2012, is now in charge of an Iceland side in a strong position to qualify for their first ever major tournament. Wales, on the other hand, languish at the bottom of their qualifying group under the stewardship of Welshman Chris Coleman, while on the same night that the senior side lost to Macedonia, the Wales under-21 side suffered a humiliating defeat to San Marino, a country with a smaller population than Wrexham and whose senior side is ranked 207th in the world. Incidentally, the population of Iceland is less than 400,000.

The English FA have finally recognised that the British model is perhaps an old-fashioned one and have taken the first few steps to adopting a more modern approach, most notably with the opening of St George’s Park, a state-of-the-art National Football Centre which, in time, should see England producing technically gifted footballers to rival Spain and Germany. And while the respective football associations of Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland may not have the financial means to produce such enviable national football centres of their own, by at least abandoning the outdated notion that ‘British is best’ when the best can more often than not be found abroad, we may finally see the home nations shedding their collective tag of hapless underachievers and starting fulfilling their potential on the international stage.

Grand Theft Auto: Society’s Dark Secret

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When I was in my early teens, I harboured a vague interest in video games. Whether it was because of my burgeoning but unrequited sex drive, or because of my rapidly diminishing sporting prowess, I would occasionally sit indoors and play games on my computer, or some console.

One of my childhood friends had a Playstation 2- something that God had not blessed me with- so I’d head round to his house and play games on that, which had more advanced graphics than the Miniclip platform games that I was used to. And, during those grotesque adolescent sessions, we played Grand Theft Auto III, and, ten or so years old, we would routinely beat prostitutes to death with a baseball bat.

Now, this isn’t designed to be a standard Daily Mail diatribe against violent video games. I haven’t gone on to kill prostitutes in real life, or even steal cars. Nor did I find the game particularly exciting, possibly because I got the biggest thrill from trying to observe the rules of the road (waiting at traffic lights in that game is how I developed patience). But with the release of Grand Theft Auto V, and the news that a man was stabbed for a copy, I’m slightly concerned that we might all be missing the point of what immersive game playing is.

At this point, I should point out that the last time I played a video game was several years ago. I find them extremely hard and frustrating, and, frankly, I’d rather watch repeats of The Office. But, once upon a time, I did play Red Dead Redemption, which has been described as ‘Grand Theft Auto in the Wild West’.

I played that game, and even, at one point, hog-tied someone and left them on the railway tracks to be flattened by a steam train. It’s a worryingly violent game, but one whose saving grace is the fact that we can’t actually go back to 1911 and ride around on horses. It’s basically the same thing that stopped me worrying about my friend massacring cave trolls in Oblivion.

But with Grand Theft Auto V, we have a game where players are positioned in the role of the ‘everyman’. No superpowers, no real backstory, just an ordinary guy. And then they’re let off the leash to commit whatever atrocities they desire. If I wanted to go out and recreate the Washington Navy Yard shootings, I could. If I want to slaughter pedestrians for money, I can.

Which, in itself, isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Moralising creative art is an unsophisticated way of tackling the topic. Grand Theft Auto V may have many other virtues as a piece of storytelling that focuses on the decisions of the gamer, rather than the pre-ordained narrative (whereas American Psycho or Complicity wouldn’t give you the option to avoid that path).

What worries me is the fact that the game is unrivalled in its popularity. The game is expected to gross over $1bn and the release has been met by feverish, fetid fan boy fanaticism. People are so overwhelmed by the release of this game that they’re willing to stab someone to get a copy of it. This isn’t life imitating art, it’s just life being shit.

The video game that inspires the greatest level of devotion by its acolytes is the one that most closely resembles the taboo possibilities that are out of reach in real life. I’m not so much worried that the game will breed a generation of prostitute-killers, as I’m worried that we live in a community where that is the fantasy. Nor riding horses, not slaying cave trolls, but having unrestricted access to an enormous arsenal that can be used to level and destroy buildings, vehicles and puny human lives.

It’s not the fault of Rockstar Games, who developed the franchise. It’s the fault of a consumer base who crave unmoralised violence. Sure, I could get knifed for a copy of Rollercoaster Tycoon, but at least my muggers wouldn’t be further dislocating themselves from society when they go home later and play it (unless they’re actually aspiring rollercoaster tycoons, in which case they’ll become hopelessly deluded).

The problem with video games is not that they’re artless or mean-spirited; it’s that the most popular title taps into our darkest fantasies. If Crash or Irreversible were the top-grossing films, then I’d argue that we have a problem there. Likewise, if Earl Sweatshirt were topping the album charts, I’d be slightly concerned (although Robin Thicke is worrying in many of the same ways). If Grand Theft Auto V is a barometer of the moral standards of our society then we should probably be extremely worried, and go out and dig bomb shelters.

And even if it is ‘just a game’, aren’t there better ways to waste your life? Go out and carjack a hoop and a stick, kids.

Vintage style at Goodwood Revival

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Goodwood Revival, the annual vintage motor racing event, is a haven of period dress (circa 1940s – 1960s) and vintage style. Don’t be fooled: although automobiles and airplanes are the focus of the weekend itinerary, everything on site, right down to the pop-up Tesco store, is recreated to mimic its post-war existence. Dress code is no exception, and, judging from the crowd this year, it’s a fact: no one does vintage like the guests of Goodwood.

 

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Street style at London Fashion Week

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Camille Charriere, blogger at Camille over the Rainbow
Tibi shoes and sweatshirt, Malene Birger coat, Sara skirt

 

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Ioana, actress
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Yu Masui, journalist and blogger
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Marie Jensen, blogger at Nemesis, Babe and street style photographer for Nastygal
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Andreea Bogdan, creative director at Secret D’or
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All pictures courtesy of Dina from She Loves Mixtapes

Party Conference Season: A Disgrace to Democracy?

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After a long summer, conference season has finally arrived. Political parties from across the country will now gather and assert their ability to lead the nation. You would think that such events would be a full and vibrant demonstration of democratic values. Sadly, the common wisdom seems to be they are not. The media will be there; the lobbyists will be there and the politicians will be there –everyone, but ordinary members will be there in force.

The decline in the membership of political parties is both well documented and often quoted. In the 1950s, the Conservatives had 2.8 million members and Labour one million. Today, political attrition has led to a Conservative membership of approximately 130,000 and a Labour one of 200,000. Correspondingly, attending a party conference has become less and less normal. That is not to understate the facts – the Labour and Conservative conference can both expect an attendance in the region of 10,000. The problem is not a shortage of people wanting to attend conferences, which have become a lucrative way of earning income for cash-strapped parties, but that they have become increasingly distant from the general public.

Is this surprising? Well, considering the ability of ordinary members to shape policies, not particularly. Annual conferences now play a minor role in shaping election manifestos, in both the Conservative and Labour parties. Most of the big outcomes of these conferences are pre-scripted and party strategists have largely decided what the themes of the conference will be far in advance.

It has been a long time since the grassroots of any political party managed to defy the leadership at a party conference. The Liberal Democrats are the only one of the main parties to have a reasonable measure of direct democracy at their conference. However, rather than being praised for this, there is constant speculation about whether the conference attendees will back their conference masters. This makes the politics of presentation seem more important than the politics of substance.

Everyone, in theory, seems to agree that conferences should be for members, yet peculiarly enough that is not what is happening in practise. Fringe meetings continue to be a hub for ideas, but it seems perverse that it is only at the peripheries of a conference where real discussion is taking place.

A partial explanation for this trend is that party conferences are no longer just for the members, but are part of a national political drama. Indeed, the media is already raising the stakes this year; the Daily Mail has helpfully pointed out that Ed Miliband is now as unpopular with voters as Iain Duncan Smith was 8 months before he was dumped as Tory leader, resulting in the Labour leader’s upcoming speech being turned into a crucial moment for his leadership. The focus then becomes less upon self-reflection and critical debate and more about a triumphant display for the party leader.

The concerning part about this issue, is that senior politicians have so little to say about it, or even worse, they deny it. For example David Cameron, in a message to Conservative Future members, claimed:

“Each year our Conference goes from strength to strength, finding new ways to give everyone attending the chance to get involved, have their say, and contribute to our Party’s work.”

The problem with statements like this, from all politicians, is that they radiate positivity, but bear little relation to reality. People begrudgingly pass it off, saying party leaders have to say things like this. In truth, it is damaging, as the issue of internal party democracy can only be addressed once it is admitted.

Naturally, having a conference representative of your base is a risk; it is a lot harder to whip ordinary party members, as opposed to career-minded MPs. It is a wonder how party leaders can express surprise at political apathy, when they are unwilling to even give their own members, who generally agree with them, their own say. Displays of faction on the national stage are certainly damaging, but equally a lack of discussion can lead to both weakly supported and poorly conceived policies.

British political parties have been top-down organisations for quite some time now. The ability of party headquarters, to parachute candidates into seats, makes that plain. It seems party conferences have become so thoroughly scripted that they verge on being a sham to extort media coverage from the BBC.

The decline of the party conference can be linked to several other national trends:  the decline in strong party affiliation, the decline in electoral turnout and, most clearly of all, the decline in party membership. However, a point will come where political parties will have to give power back to their members, even if it is only to maintain an organisation capable of campaigning on a national scale. Rushing activists around the country works fine for by-elections, but in general elections, parties will begin to be stretched extremely thin. A time will come when political parties will be forced to decide whether they wish to be democratically accountable to their members. If the answer to that question proves to be no, then they risk the overthrow of the current political status quo.

The Mercury Prize – A celebration of ‘beige’?

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The nominations are out (!) and it must be time for that two-month window of hype, radio play and sales boosts as the British public deliberates over which British album to be proudest of in 2013. Of course, they get no say in the matter, that is up to industry ‘experts’ who are of course far more suited to handle such a complex and unyielding task. In case you hadn’t seen it yet, here’s the shortlist-

Arctic Monkeys – AM

David Bowie – The Next Day

Disclosure – Settle

Foals – Holy Fire

Jake Bugg – Jake Bugg

James Blake – Overgrown                 

Jon Hopkins – Immunity       

Laura Marling – Once I Was An Eagle

Laura Mvula – Sing to the Moon

Rudimental – Home

Savages – Silence Yourself

Villagers – Awayland

A cracking list I’m sure you’ll agree – apart from perhaps Laura Marling who I wasn’t a massive fan of – but, like Marling, isn’t it all a bit bland? A bit ‘beige’? Come on Britain, you’re better than that!

The Arctic Monkeys had barely released their latest studio offering before it was being added to the list and, although I’m sure Gruffudd Owen would beg to differ, it’s just one drawn out melodious rock ballad playing on the current characterisation of Alex Turner as the epitome of post-Britpop cool and, much like their Glastonbury headline slot, just falls flat on its face. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be the first singing along to ‘R U Mine?’ in fresher’s, that riff is infectious and the groove runs up your spine like a pneumatic drill on a freshly laid pavement but is it innovative enough, really?

Similarly, it could be said that Bowie’s inclusion on the list is purely aesthetical, the fashion in which he released ‘The Next Day’ with no pre-warning whatsoever was monumental and will not doubt go down in rock history. The album, however, is great but not one of Bowie’s best, and besides, do you really think he cares about a Mercury prize with 140 million album sales under his belt? 

No, the Mercury should be designed to encourage young, often fledging but indisputably innovative, stars to further success. The prize has a reputation as a ‘curse’ with Damon Albarn retracting Gorillaz’ nomination in 2010 describing it as “like carrying a dead albatross round your neck for eternity”. Previous winners Primal Scream, Elbow, Dizzee Rascal, Pulp, Portishead, Alt-J, The XX and Arctic Monkeys don’t seem to be doing too badly for themselves though so this claim seems slightly unjustified! If targeted at the right act, the right talent that actually needs the recognition of the industry could the Mercury’s be force for both celebration and good?

The remainder of the nominees, although slightly less established as modern-day ‘legends’ of British music, are nonetheless all successful and appreciated in their own right, so do they really need another gong? With the BBC sound of –insert year- and the Brit’s ‘critics choice’ awards both having descended into a pre-paid joke within the music industry, surely there needs to be a recognition of talent and innovation for those that actually need a leg up into an increasingly more competitive, yet also less lucrative environment.

In 2013 every Tom, Dick and Harry seems to be able to join the ranks of X Factor/Britain’s Got Talent as ‘finalists’, as the weeks go by every top 40 chart becomes increasingly unimaginative and every mainstream televised music event has now become a celebration of complacency with only one festival headliner this year having released their debut album within the last five years and that was Mumford and Sons who are the definition of ‘beige’.

I may sound like a grumpy old man here, but the average summer festival-goer was 44 so there’s a lot more out there willing to pay three-hundred odd quid for their luxury yurt, is this really a true reflection of British music that we want to promote to the outside world? Probably not.

British music is exciting, it’s diverse and, most importantly, it’s innovative. So yeah, bop along or chill out to your Mercury nominees – I know I will – but if you want to celebrate innovation, what’s actually a true reflection of the British music scene and not merely a jetlagged mainstream catch-up, look elsewhere.

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Review: Arctic Monkeys – AM

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★★★★
Four Stars 

‘In five years’ time will it be: “Who the fuck’s Arctic Monkeys?”’ 

It’s now been seven years since Alex Turner first sang those words, and I think it’s fair to say that Turner’s fears of his band being consigned to indie music history have proven to be unfounded. 

Indeed, since the release of their debut LP Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not, the Arctic Monkeys have emerged as the kings of British rock music; handpicked by Danny Boyle to perform at the London Olympics Opening Ceremony last year and chosen by Michael Eavis to headline Glastonbury for the second time in their still relatively short musical career earlier this summer alongside the legendary Rolling Stones and, erm, Mumford and Sons, the Arctic Monkeys have succeeded in being mainstream enough to be a popular, Glastonbury-headlining rock band, whilst also making sure not to drift too much into the mainstream by constantly developing their musical style, therefore remaining ‘cool’. 

Given that the quartet are no strangers to musical experimentation, with their sound gradually evolving from straight-out indie rock on their first album – rich in lyrical content and social commentary but not exactly musically ground-breaking – to the heavier, more lyrically abstract stoner-rock of the criminally underrated Humbug and its follow-up Suck It And See, it comes as no surprise that the boys from Sheffield (or perhaps Los Angeles is more accurate, which is where they all now live) are on top experimenting form on their latest outing AM.

Lead single ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ opens up proceedings; aided by heavy guitars and a thumping drum beat supplied by the ‘Agile Beast’ Matt Helders, Turner reaches new-found levels of sexiness both lyrically and vocally (‘I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you/I don’t know if you feel the same as I do) which is enough to send this 21-year old man listening to the first few minutes of the album giddy with delight.

The follow-up ‘R U Mine?’ continues in a similar vein, this time with a more upbeat tempo and with the added falsetto backing vocals of Helders, although the song’s inclusion on the album seems a little cheeky given that it was released more than 18 months ago for Record Store Day 2012; a rollicking rock song nonetheless, with the inevitable lyrical gem provided by Turner (‘I’m a puppet on a string/Tracy Island/Time-travelling diamond’) who claims to have been inspired by R&B and hip-hop artists Drake and Lil’ Wayne.

This experimentation with R&B and hip-hop is a regular feature of AM – Turner recently said that the album ‘sounds like Dr. Dre’ – and it is something that the Arctic Monkeys pull off exceptionally well. Third track ‘One for the Road’ is a fabulous mix of R&B and Queens of the Stone Age-esque stoner-rock, the influence of the latter thanks in no small part to QOTSA frontman Josh Homme, a frequent collaborator with the Arctic Monkeys who provides backing vocals not only here but also on penultimate track ‘Knee Socks’, another song with a distinct R&B feel.

However it is fourth track ‘Arabella’ that is arguably the stand-out example of the R&B-hip-hop-rock equilibrium which the Arctic Monkeys achieve on the album – the song alternates between verses which sound like they wouldn’t be out of place on an Eminem album and punchy, heavy rock choruses that Ozzy Osbourne would be proud of – a supreme example of two differing musical styles blending perfectly together and evidence, if it wasn’t obvious already, that the Arctic Monkeys are a band who possess such confidence and musical ability that they are fully aware that their bold musical experimentations will pay off.

Elsewhere on the album, ‘Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High’, with it’s funky bassline and drumbeat and Turner’s high-pitched vocals is yet another glorious concoction of rock and R&B; ‘No.1 Party Anthem’, despite its title sounding like an LMFAO track, is a wonderful, downtempo piano-driven track with echoes of David Bowie’s ‘Life On Mars’ (though such is the audacity of Turner and co. that a future collaboration with LMFAO would no longer be entirely implausible); while ‘Mad Sounds’, a dreamy, psychadelic ballad again catches us off-guard with its song title. Turner brings the album to a close with the heartfelt ‘I Wanna Be Yours’, an excellent song adaption of John Cooper Clarke’s poem; if ever there was a poem written for Alex Turner to turn into song, this would be it.

The album is admittedly not without its flaws; ‘I Want It All’ is a disappointing album filler which is not something that we have come to expect from the Arctic Monkeys on the basis of their previous albums and b-sides, but this is nothing more than a minor blip on what is otherwise a highly-accomplished, breathtakingly ambitious album by the stand-out band of our generation who seem to be going from strength to strength. 

There may be people who claim that the Arctic Monkeys have never bettered their breakthrough debut album and who rue their change in musical direction; but if AM is a sign of things to come, why on earth would they ever look back?

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