The rise (and forthcoming fall) of vinyl

I bought my first record in 2003; ‘Yah, man, I was, like, so ahead of the trend’. Or, alternatively, I was just such a stereotypical, long-haired, Nirvana-obsessed moron that I would pay £3.50 for an issue of Q magazine so I could cut out a 2-inch bit of paper with a quote from Dave Grohl to put in to a scrapbook. With everything else (including a rug of Kurt Cobain’s face) already purchased, when I saw a 12” single of ‘Come As You Are’ on the wall of a shop, it was the latest thing to be the most amazing thing ever. I didn’t even know what it was but at the very least it was a big version of the CD artwork and that would do me.

This opened a whole new avenue of Nirvana memorabilia to collect. After that, I moved on to Pearl Jam, then basically any music eBay allowed me to get my hands on. Something about vinyl hooked me. I won’t bore you with the details – we all know what the supposed perks are – but with CDs the preferred format of the era; vinyl was so cheap.

However, for the last decade or so, vinyl has experienced a huge boom. At first, this meant I could get new releases on vinyl pretty consistently which enabled me to modernise my collection and purchase music on my preferred format. Yet with artists and labels both noticing and contributing to the trend, vinyl began to cost more and more. Fashion dictates, but it seems strange that a new album today can cost £4.99 on iTunes (or potentially for free when streamed), or £30 on vinyl. Yes, the production costs are higher, but not that much higher. At this point, it’s not the music we’re paying for, it’s the method of consumption, with one format ripping off the artist, and the other ripping off the customer.

Vinyl buyers weren’t ripped off in the 2000s at least. The Cribs’ second album, which I bought on Amazon for £6.99, now sells for over £100. The Hives’ debut tells a similar story. So does The Killers’… I could go on.

More ridiculously, I bought a signed Kelly Jones solo record for £4 from a second-hand record shop in Camden. Selling it online for £100 a few years ago felt like a great piece of business, but unfortunately for me, it now goes for over £300 unsigned. Specialist online marketplaces such as Discogs track and display every single sale price of an item. This results in market value inflation as sellers naturally want to push the boundaries of what they believe they can get whilst paying little attention to the circumstances or condition of previous records sold.

However, while increased record value grew from low demand in the 2000s, ample supply today means new releases have little value at all. Records, much like new cars, lose value as soon as you give them a spin. With online platforms making physical sales less profitable than ever before, artists are now releasing more and more bizarre packages of goods to bolster them:

Option 3: Limited (to about 50,000…) version of vinyl (hey, the artwork colours are inverted!), with hand-signed lyric sheet, and T-shirt.

Option 5: Standard vinyl, CD album, unsigned lyric sheet, and lithograph.

Option 8: Standard vinyl, Limited CD, signed lithograph, tote bag, and empty sweet wrapper from last tour.

It’s all gone a bit crazy. I’m actually all for it – if it’s what fans want at a price they will pay – then I’m glad artists can still make good money from their art. Touring is where it’s at financially, but touring doesn’t give us anything to listen to at home. The problem is though, not many are giving value for money…

I’ve already picked on them lately, but a good example is the new Foals record. For £50, the black circle you’ll spin will actually be violet-coloured. Okay… but, get this, it’s SIGNED! …well, one of two art prints will be signed by one member of the band.

As much as I respect Foals, having the guitarist (or the drummer? I can’t tell, it’s only a squiggle) run some pen over a photo doesn’t quite live up to its tag of ‘Signed Vinyl Collector’s Edition’ for me.

Equally, while Record Store Day has been great for the high street; over-expensive items are consistently cheaper and available in large quantities in the aftermath, which is when the 4am queues realise they’ve been lied to about the numbers of copies available. The few releases which are worth something in the future are sold for preposterous amounts; the profit being made by scalpers, not the independent record stores the day was designed for.

This current over-saturated market has undoubtedly alienated many serious collectors, happy to sell, and wait for the fad to die down before buying again. It’s hard to tell if the market has already peaked, but if you were thinking of selling parts of your collection, I probably wouldn’t wait too long. Reissue culture is thriving and is devaluing original vinyl copies with every new re-release.

Extravagant inflation still prices the majority of punters and nearly all new adopters down to reissues, but these are often mastered from digital sources: crap vinyl played on crap turntables with crap built-in speakers. After the novelty of the artwork being printed all nice and big wears off, without records holding the qualities that originally attracted audiophiles to vinyl, a great percentage of new buyers may give up the ghost of formats past and revert back to the convenience of streaming services both at home and on the go. Or, you never know, maybe with vinyl becoming too mainstream, hipsters will start a trend of listening to the even more inconvenient cassette again… What? It’s already happening? Shit.

Review: Dave Grohl – Play

I once was given a gift with a poem about a character called ‘Rock Pig’. It read:

Rock Pig don’t like disco
Rock Pig don’t like dance
Rock Pig don’t like ambient
Rock Pig don’t like trance
Rock Pig don’t like R&B
Rock Pig don’t like soul
Rock Pig just likes heavy duty

To finally put music out under your own name can be a turning point for an artist, a way of making a huge statement, a chance to signal a change of direction, an opportunity to finally release something you felt you couldn’t with any other musician or in any other project up to that point in their life. But what ‘Play’ does is show us exactly what we already know Dave Grohl is about – Bad-Ass ROCK ‘N’ ROLL.

Describing himself as “a kid in a candy store”, Grohl plays an array of musical instruments (well, strings and percussion) to produce a 23-minute instrumental opus. Having seen Foo Fighters produce an acoustic record on double album In Your Honor and even tour that set-up through Skin & Bones, I doubt we’ll ever see their famous frontman do ‘that famous frontman thing’ and truly go it alone. This may be the closest he ever gets…

Despite this, when ‘Play’’s first big riff kicks in, I would have believed anybody who told me that it was a new Foo Fighters song. Full of power, the sudden and synchronised start/stop technique and gradually bending guitar strings have been utilised by them many times before. As the track develops, however, there’s one give away… Despite Foo’s drummer Taylor Hawkins being a hugely respected and talented musician, Grohl is an inimitable animal on the drums; with virtuosic fills and an almost signature sound, it’s great to hear him behind the kit again, where he first made his name.

In fact, there is definitely a little homage to his famous drum intro from ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ at 15:40. That was the first moment that most of the world heard the sound of Dave Grohl on any instrument, at a time when he probably did still feel like a kid. Grohl is clearly aware that that song is a large part of the reason he is paid to ‘Play’ today.

‘Play’ is described as, “Celebrating the rewards and challenges of dedicating one’s life to playing and mastering a musical instrument”; and when you hit play, seven Dave Grohls walk in to a studio to record the track (I bet Grohl’s ex-bandmate Josh Homme wishes he’d thought of that, considering the Queens of The Stone Age band members timeline). When considered alongside his multiple BBC documentaries and supergroup appearances, most musicians in his position would be perceived as arrogant or worse, but he’s still thought of as “the nicest guy in rock”.

Cynics may not believe his humble claim that, “I didn’t know if I could pull [‘Play’] off”, but to me it feels believable. ‘Play’ is accompanied by a video about young people learning instruments and a list of organisations where we can sign up to learn. The key thing here is that unlike the Bonos and Geldofs of this world, he’s not preaching to us about anything apart from music. The kid who still just wants to play. Oh, and he’s also not been done for tax evasion. That always helps.

Despite the undeniable quality of the piece, there are musical limitations. Without lyrics to give a different focus or context on the piece, the quiet/loud/quiet formula Grohl has been perfecting ever since his Nirvana days is particularly blatant, growing slightly weary over 23 minutes. Although a nice touch for the video, changing drum kits and guitars during takes makes those quiet ‘in-between’ sections feel slightly more forced than usual.

That repetitive process of big riff > sudden stop > quiet riff > build back up > repeat, and the fact that ‘Play’ ends on a hugely extended E minor chord (E is the lowest note a guitar in standard tuning can play) is of no surprise and is hugely typical of his, and indeed most rock music. This is quite simply, a very long rock song. But then, so is ‘Freebird’, so is ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’, and so is ‘Hey Jude’. While it’s effect won’t be as long-lasting, it’s still damn good at points.

Some of ‘Play’’s best bits come from the rare moments where the music sounds slightly less like Foo Fighters, such as at 6.15 where acoustic guitar and percussion take the lead, or at 19:10 where the power chords are given a break and we’re treated to Jeff Buckley-esque picking and delicious chord changes. These are the moments where ‘Play’ starts to sound less like a well-packaged compilation of unused Foo Fighters riffs and more like something which stands firmly on its own two feet.

Simultaneously, the biggest success and the biggest disappointment of ‘Play’, in a musical sense, is that if you’re a Dave Grohl fan, you’ll be a ‘Play’ fan; if you’re not, you won’t be. It would be fascinating to see Grohl push himself and take a step outside of the rock genre, rather than finding countless acts, instruments and formulas to re-package the same ideas. However, it doesn’t seem as if he is going to risk alienating a fan base or tarnishing a legacy which feels like it gets stronger by the day. Perhaps the main reason for that is because Dave Grohl don’t like disco, Dave Grohl don’t like dance. Dave Grohl don’t like ambient, Dave Grohl don’t like trance. Dave Grohl don’t like R&B, Dave Grohl don’t like soul. Dave Grohl just likes heavy-duty, bad ass Rock ‘n’ Roll.

Sore Throats, Broken Legs and Issues of Cancellation

On Tuesday, I went to Brixton Academy to watch Placebo. 11 years earlier, at Reading Festival, I witnessed a shortened set dogged with technical issues, so I was keen to see the alt rockers ‘properly’ on this, their 20th anniversary tour.

Due to illness, a number of their gigs in the last week had been postponed and one even cancelled, so, walking in, I felt lucky that our gig would be going ahead as planned.

Opening with Pure Morning, the band (backed by four extra touring members!) sounded huge, however, it was quite clear that enigmatic frontman Brian Molko’s vocal lines were not quite as normal, with no attempts to hit higher notes at all. As he greeted the Academy with the usual niceties, it was an issue which could not be ignored. “Well, my voice is slightly back, but it’s not entirely better … you’ll hear all of the songs you love, they just might sound a little weird … so tonight, you can all be the singer in Placebo”.

Anthems like ‘The Bitter End’ were gargantuan, but when the vocals came in, none of the impassioned intensity was there, in fact, nor was the song’s melody. The crowd would do the work, filling the room with calls of “as I followed you home”, but this was a mob of fans helping out the helpless. The famous ‘Nancy Boy’ really couldn’t stand up to its own legend either; Molko attempted to sing the song an uninspiring octave lower than the original, but not being able to then hit the lower notes in the sequence, it turned in to a monotonous dirge atop a minimally changing chordal backing. Certain lyrics were still delivered with a sense of gusto that roused the crowd, particularly as the crowd finished the line of “Just another…? NANCY BOY!”, but it was easy to see and hear that despite managing to jam-pack twenty years in to an hour and a half, this wasn’t how Molko had wanted it to be.

I left the concert with the opposite feeling I’d had when walking in – I actually sort of wish they’d postponed the gig. Having paid a fair amount of money for tickets, for travel to London, for travel in London, dinner, drinks, and everything else that comes with it in terms of time and effort; it’s fair to say I felt a little short changed.

Possibly, other Placebo fans who have seen the band countless times would have seen this as a night where they gave back to the band, a one-off occasion where they heard different versions of the songs. The trouble is, these versions weren’t designed, they were suddenly and unavoidably thrust upon the band. Various vocal lines did not work, and where key changes for certain songs may have been appropriate, there was presumably no time for the band (including the additional musicians) to work on this.

It reminded me of when I saw the band I Am Kloot at London’s 93 Feet East venue many years ago. As the band walked on, with the crowd still cheering, frontman John Bramwell told the audience that “tonight’s show is actually cancelled … this is not a joke”; cue sudden bemused silence. The band played around five songs before a croaky-voiced Bramwell apologised and told the crowd they could either have a full refund or a ticket for one of the upcoming gigs in their tour. He then went and spoke to fans, apologising and spending considerable time with every individual who had waited around for the opportunity to do so.

The other personal concert disappointment I have was after Dave Grohl famously broke his leg falling off stage during a concert in Gothenburg. Foo Fighters were forced to cancel a whole host of European dates, including their headline slot at the 2015 Glastonbury Festival. As a huge fan, who had never had the opportunity to see the band live before, I was devastated.

They more than made it up to the Eavis family at the 2017 festival, giving one of the most energetic and hit-filled sets the Pyramid Stage has seen in some years. However, this was of little comfort for those who didn’t have tickets for that year’s event.

So, the question I have in my head today is – at what point should a concert appearance be cancelled or postponed, for what reasons, and at what cost?

After the I Am Kloot mini-gig, I travelled home with a signed poster and a full refund, struggling to feel hard done by. I left the Placebo show feeling underwhelmed, but at least the show happened. At Glastonbury 2015, I felt little but disappointment on the night I should’ve been watching Foo Fighters, but didn’t even know that they would be on the bill at the time I bought the ticket.

To be fair, I reluctantly understood the Foo Fighters cancellation. Despite finishing the Gothenburg show in the most rock n’ roll way possible (with a doctor holding his leg in place while he played!), Grohl had a serious injury which had to be treated in order to heal properly. If the broken leg had belonged to drummer Taylor Hawkins then the tour could not have happened, at least without a sticks-for-hire learning their entire set, but with Grohl’s voice and arms intact, there was no reason the music itself would not sound as good as ever. So, determined to continue, the tour would resume weeks later with Grohl in a purpose-designed guitar-laden throne!

It’s arguable that physical injury to a band member would actually hinder the live performance of a pop act such as Little Mix more than a lost voice would. For an audience, vocal parts being borrowed by other members or being taken by a backing track or singer would probably appear less awkward than three quarters of the group doing a synchronized dance in-front of a wheelchair-bound other.

However, Placebo aren’t renowned for their pirouettes. When 50% of your band is only operating at 50% of their sonic abilities, surely the quality of the show (and indeed health) should be prioritised?

There are always people who will complain at a show not taking place: pre-booked travel and accommodation is not always refundable, those who can’t make re-scheduled dates (see personal Foo Fighters hell) will miss out, and I’m sure Placebo fans with tickets for the cancelled Plymouth date would rather have had tickets for the Brixton show I witnessed than the refund they will currently be in the process of receiving.

It’s fair to say that Placebo are a bigger band than I Am Kloot. That, and the size of the venue, means that giving refunds would be a lot more costly and problematic for them, and herein lies the problem: every case is different.

With an artist, an audience, a venue (and its staff), and a whole host of management, PR strategists, and other record company employees all not wanting to be disappointed – either by the quality of the show, or by the cancellation and its effects; it is hard to come up with a definite conclusion to what will always be an issue in music performance.

Dave Grohl’s ‘throne’ seems a great example of how, with time for consideration, a negative can even be turned in to a unique sort of positive. In this same way, in the case of a longer-term illness, I’m sure with time Placebo would have been able to create unique versions of their back catalogue which would have delighted any audience, but artists don’t always have that time, nor control over all decisions.

When acts and management are forced in to late decisions, there’s rarely a ‘right’ one that can be made. However, having been on the receiving end of a variety of decisions; I believe that the performance quality of a professional act should never be compromised (after all, it’s harmful for all parties), and if postponement is a viable option then it should always be taken when this is the case.

Although, as fans, we ideologically keep art and commerce entirely separate, by purchasing concert tickets we enter in to an agreement with acts and we expect the best. Thus, where money can be even partially refunded, it must clearly go some way to making up for fan disappointment, and sometimes it may be appropriate even where a gig can still take place.

Either way, with ticket prices inflating year on year, it’s more important than ever to keep the emotions and needs of fans at the heart of the music events industry, and for any fan nothing should tick those boxes more than a quality performance.