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Swati: Big Bang
Before my last.fm profile became a gentle prod to visitors to check out Hannah Fury’s music, it spewed a stream-of-consciousness rambling which included my musical preferences. Within this clumsiness was a nugget of blinding truth: “sorry, boys can’t rock.” I meant this as an oblique reference to my preference for female vocalists – a fetish which has grown over the past eight years. However it wasn’t until yesterday when I first listened to Swati’s debut album Small Gods, that I realised what this statement meant: when women write or play music it can reach to the core of their being, when men do this, no matter how hard they try, how pained or joyful they sound, it comes out as flimflam. Even the ‘greats’ of male singer/songwriting do nothing for me – hey, get your own umbrella. Male songwriting rarely affects me.
Big Bang proves to all those guys in the 1970s and 80s who reached for the synthesizer that they should have learnt how to play guitar instead.
More about Small Gods in further posts, I can guarantee this. (Hat tip to Muruch!)
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