Welcome all to ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ผ๐น๐น๐โ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly - an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ผ๐ง๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ฉ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ playlists.
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Traditionally, Charles is safe...
Christmas comes but once a year,
Spreading love and festive cheer.
This once a year, this merry beer,
This day is really very near.
A time to dwell upon the good,
Mistakes are fixed with reparation.
A tree this year? I think you should.
A nibble betwixt the preparation;
A pie, a humble pie is all,
Its mincemeat rolled into a ball,
Then squished inside a baking tray,
You add the spices all the way,
From China. What I mean to say
In times so perfect and so gay,
As if it is your final day;
A camped-up flourish, like Salt Bae.
But if you'd rather buy your pies,
That's fine, your yearโs been full of sighs,
A sign seen clearly in your eyes
This wine will bring you merry highs.
And should you care to come with me,
To smell, to touch, to taste, hear and see,
For all the senses come to be,
At Christmas time, I welcome thee.
And so, Here we are. The lights are twinkling like theyโve never twinkled before (or perhaps much like they twinkled last year, and the year before that). That familiar yet unmistakable scent of the Tannenbaum, as another bauble drops to the floor but doesnโt shatter, because youโve learnt your lesson about buying glass baubles. What is it about Christmas that is just so special. We are not children anymore. Well, some of you possibly are, but I think weโre all at least teenage. Iโm at least teenage. At leastโฆ! So now that it isnโt about presents (read last yearโs festive piece HERE, about Sabrina Barretoโs Presents), what is there to get excited about? So thereโs a tree. So we get a couple of days off work. So we spend a small (or large) fortune on unnecessary things. So we play festive music. So we eat festive food. So WHAT?? Why should this be any more special than a very pleasant afternoon? Well, it IS special. And I think maybe even more so than in the past. You see, things in general throughout the world are changing at an alarming rate. We simply cannot keep up. But we must, in order to stay relevant. In order to survive. Quite absurd, but thatโs the way it is. Nothing works the way it used to. Not necessarily all bad, but different. There is constant change. And usually both good and bad. But I am not here to dwell on either. Jesus Christ, itโs Christmas, for Godโs sake. As it were. So. What is it that makes things special at Christmas, and why is it more meaningful now? It all comes down to tradition.
Tradition used to be part of life. But we didnโt know it back then. One never used to have to โlook upโ how to do the most habitual of things. Besides, โlooking upโ meant dusting off the ancient encyclopaedia. Habitual comes from habit. Unthinking habit. The way we do it, and the way we have always done it. Why, in the past the way you would do things would have probably been the same way your grandfather would have done them. But that is no longer the way. Except at Christmas time. Save for having safe LED lights on the tree rather than the โtraditionalโ, temperamental fire hazards of the past, nothing has changed. We cling to this cosy time for we know it so well. We probably know and understand Christmas more than anything else in the world, for we have had a lifetime of experience. The world is a cold place, these days. I mean, itโs actually warmer than itโs ever been. But its manner is cold, hard and determined. Where is the love there? Christmas and its traditions manage to cling on tightly to that warmth and love that we feel with every passing year. Never has there been such deafening awareness of mental health as in these past few years, as people struggle to stay sane. And yet, Christmas manages so effortlessly to calm our nerves and make us feel safe. Which is why I could never for a moment imagine a Christmas on a palm-lined beach. Christmas is home. Christmas is family. Christmas is everything.
I have mentioned โsafeโ, โcosyโ, โwarmโ and โloveโ. This is the Tiny Tim(e) of year that we shelter from the world, safely and cosily, with warmth and love. Itโs Christmas. Donโt be frightened, anymore. And so, on that theme, what better time to reveal to you my favourite new Christmas song from the New Artist Spotlight Christmas (and Holiday) playlist! Oh, you didnโt know I curated a Christmas playlist on the NAS? Well, it has been a tradition since, oh, er, a year ago! You see? Sometimes new tradition is not a bad thing. And once again, we are met with a thing of beauty. No, no. Not my face. A song. A song by fรกbjรกni, who calls himself Scruffy Saints, if and when he feels like it. Scruffy Saints is his other project for - you guessed it - other things. Otherwise he goes under the name fรกbjรกni - a suitably Icelandic word, roughly translating as โidiotโ. But of course. What else would one expect from a curious Icelandic chap. Oh wait, heโs not Icelandic? Nope, heโs from Devon in England. And on to that thing of beauty. Itโs Christmas, Donโt Be Frightened.
I will start by telling you it isnโt short. It comes in at 6 minutes long. Double the length of your average song. But this is not your average song. It is one those songs that is that length because it needs to be that length. Not once does it ever feel tedious or boring, or repetitive. It somehow still manages to be a โsongโ yet also an entire journey of mood. Think Pink Floyd. Think of the masterful Brian Eno. Where it isnโt about change. It is about staying in the moment for a while, subtly shifting in the way of โminimalismโ. But this is not minimalism either. This is a song. We have verses, we have choruses. But we have architecture that is confident enough to take its time in being built. Few artists are daring enough to not mind what people say or think. Few artists will not worry that their audience might switch off or change stationโฆ But fรกbjรกni is running that risk by making the music he wants to make. He hedges his bets by making great music, however. The right people will come, and they will stay. Who cares about the othersโฆ? When the song eventually comes to a close, what do I find myself doing? Pressing play again. And I have been known to listen to it five times in a row. It is moreish in its hypnosis.
The thing that sucked me in from the seventh second, was his voice. It has the purity of Jacob Collier in his softer moments, but is more heartfelt and calming. Which is I'm sure, EXACTLY what he wanted to achieve, given the lyrics. I believe him. I am safe, and all is at peace for this brief moment. The light yet warm piano surrounds and comforts like a blanket. Subtle soft synths give the air of a breathy choir in the aisles. There is pleading in his voice. It is more than comfort. He is willing and urging us to be okay, as if there is a deeper level of care. The way he subtly skips (what I call a shortened roll) his Rs as he sings โthroughโ, really gets me every time. Subtlety is key throughout this piece. Woven through his inspired melody is the most splendid of orchestrations imaginable. Always soft and understated, yet always evolving and building to the tempo of a calm heartbeat. After 5 minutes of slow growth we reach a spectacular glowing climax, before the final minuteโs return to simplicity. For everything grand at Christmas, there is simplicity at its heart. There lies its charm. And charm is at the heart of this beautiful song.
With much love, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas indeed. Even if I did eat all the pies.
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Mkay, maybe by now you all know or should know at least, i rather like baubles but also steer clear of glass ones for obvious reasons.When it comes to Christmas trees i prefer fibre optic ones , they are so much more soft and subtle than big gaudy fancy ones and i am somewhat of a minimalist so they really do it for me and dont shed sharp prickly needles on the rug which could be uncomfortable in certain situations i shall not enter into here.Love the way they politely change colour too!Fascinating.
But, having said that, i only put a tree up at all for visitors and especially their kids because when it's Christmas i myself get very fightenedโฆ
Wow this is an amazing piece โค๏ธโค๏ธ
I am re quoting much of u #CC. Gettin over this flu from hell, dislike me wished me death. NOPE!๐๐คฃStill here Betches!
RE quoting >The world is a cold place, these days. I mean, itโs actually warmer than itโs ever been. But its manner is cold, hard and determined. Where is the love there? Christmas and its traditions manage to cling on tightly to that warmth and love that we feel with every passing year. Never has there been such deafening awareness of mental health as in these past few years, as people struggle to stay sane. And yet, Christmas manages so effortlessly to calm our nerves and make us feel safe. RE quotes end here!
I always felt unsafeโฆ
Dope track, dope review!
Wow, youโve really put your finger on something here that I hadnโt quite noticed, at least not consciously.
Christmas is one of the few things from childhood that remain relatively unchanged - and therefore comforting, something to cling on to like a warm blanket of love with family. We finally slow down and appreciate what we have and who we have in our lives, because the world mostly stops for us all to take a deep breath for a day or two.
Beautiful review befitting a truly gorgeous tune. I and NAS appreciate you, Charles. I hope your Christmas is as beautiful and loving as those of your childhood, my friend!