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Deep Cover: an alternative night worth going to

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Oxford nightlife comes in two forms. The first is the ‘shit club’, Camera or Bridge, where no one will notice whether you’re wearing a trendy crop top or farm animal fancy dress and where you can throw some shapes to the UK Top 40 till closing time at about 2am. The second is the ‘alternative night’, holding dominion in Baby Love or Carbon, where you look out of place if you’re not wearing a wavey shirt and bucket hat and people go as much for the edgy club photo as for the ‘sick tunes’.

The former knows what it is (i.e. a bit crap, but fun). The latter decidedly does not. ‘Alternative nights’ are forever trying to find some ploy to draw in the punters , normally taking the form of irony or nostalgia. A recent clubnight – which will remain unnamed – advertised free entry if you brought a NOKIA 3330 and a crisp giveaway while the flyers were plastered with the grinning face of Craig David. These gimmicky selling points imply that you can’t go and enjoy yourself unless you are dripping with introspective irony and that you can’t listen to music unless it’s harking back to the bygone age of our childhood when there was ‘good music’.

I don’t know about anyone else but when 90s music was in its heyday I was under five years old and had very little in the way of a musical radar. But more importantly, where did the idea that there isn’t any good contemporary music come from? Oxford is the birthplace of Foals and Radiohead, it is clearly not devoid of nascent musical talent. I am not hipster-bashing, alternative nights are just as legit as mainstream ones. I’m merely saying that if you are going clubbing for the music, surely you should go and see new music written and produced by current up-and-coming artists, rather than pretending to go to indie clubs ‘for the music’ when they play the very same tunes as on the RnB floor of Parkerz.

One night that does promote budding local talent and celebrate the music of current artists is Deep Cover, which is holiding its seventeenth night this Friday. The clubnight, and eponymous record label, were set up by Simon Devenport, a recent graduate of Keble, and a group of his friends, all of whom write and produce their own music. DJ ROMO of Worcester College, for example, released his first EP by burning it onto 300 USB sticks and distributing them around Oxford. There is no reason why Oxford should not be at the forefront of cultural exploits, including DJing and electronic music and these students might well be the next big thing.

What started as a small night with a few student DJs has since turned into a cultural happening featuring big cheeses in the music industry. On Friday the student musicians – VLVT, Trench, Rizzly Bear, ROMO etc – will be joined by geniunely big names in grime. Flowdan, a member of English grime crew Roll Deep, who was flown in from Berlin to play at the last Deep Cover night, will return to headline, supported by Kiss and Rinse FM DJs, Spyro and Logan Sama and Lord of the Mics. It is a line-up that far transcends the modest and intimate setting of The Cellar. And this is proven by the fact that there will be a supplementary sound system installed for the night, as well as a film crew immortalising the event.

Deep Cover not only promises to be an enjoyable night, it marks an exciting new departure for students with an interest in the music industry. It also proves that there is more to the ‘alternative’ Oxford nightlife than gimicks and knock-offs; there’s real music.  

The week ahead — 1st Week preview

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Matriculation

  • Matriculation and Matriculash, 18th October– compulsory for all new students, Matriculation consists of a short ceremony by the Vice Chancellor in the Sheldonian, full subfusc required. Matriculash will take place in the evening, and your college will likely have organized a pub crawl for it

 

Drama

  • The Oxford Imps, 13th October- returning to Oxford after their annual show at the Edinburgh fringe, the Imps will be enlivening their usual venue The Wheatsheaf with entirely improvised comedy based on audience suggestions: light-hearted, fast-paced, and only £3.50 to watch
  • The Furies, 15th to 18th October- performed just once every three years, Oxford’s Greek Play is a rare opportunity of experiencing classical drama in its original language – although the English subtitles will be helpful for most. This year Aeschylus’ The Furies, will be showing at the Playhouse, concluding the Oresteia trilogy with the tale of Orestes’ pursuit by the terrifying Furies in revenge for his murdering his own mother

 

Sport

  • OURFC Blues v Nottingham, 14th October- our Oxford University Rugby Football Club will take on Nottingham on home ground, playing at the Iffley Road sports centre
  • Varsity Horse Race, 17th October– the inaugural Varsity Horse Race, between Oxford and Cambridge, will take place at the end of the week. It will take place at the Newmarket Racecourse, near Cambridge, and tickets cost £10. Although far away the organizers will arrange transport for Oxford students wanting to support our Blues

 

Music

  • Nick Mulvey, 12th October – pursuing a well-received solo career after his debut works with the Portico Quartet, folk and rock artist Nick Mulvey will be playing Oxford’s 02 Academy this Sunday, featuring songs from his Mercury Prize-nominated album. Tickets £12.50
  • Anne-Sophie Mutter, 13th October– world-famous virtuoso violinist Anne-Sophie Mutter will be joining the Oxford Philomusica orchestra in a rendition of Bruch’s 1st violin concerto that promises to be as technically masterful as it is emotionally stirring, followed by Tchaikovksy’s brooding 6th symphony.  Tickets start at £15. Earlier in the day, Anne-Sophie will be running a masterclass for real violin aficionados. Both events will take place in the Sheldonian Theatre

 

Political

  • Jan Brewer, 14th October- governor of Arizona, Brewer is a strong supporter of Second Amendment rights and takes a hard-line on illegal immigration. She will give a short talk at the Oxford Union and take questions after
  • Nicky Morgan MP, 16th October- Secretary of State for Education and Minister for Women and Equalities, Nicky Morgan will host an informal women-only event, after which she will give an address open to all OUCA members. The event will take place in Christ Church
  • No Confidence debate, 16th October- the Oxford Union’s traditional No Confidence debate will take place this week, still open to non-members. Notable speakers will include Hilary Benn MP, Baroness Shirley William and  Alan Duncan MP
  • Andrew Smith MP, 17th October- the Oxford East MP, previously Chief Secretary to the Treasury and Secretary of State for Work and Pensions, will be visiting OULC at Corpus Christi and answering questions from students. OULC’s fresher drinks will take place earlier in the week also at Corpus Christi, on the 14th of October

 

 Nicky Morgan MP will visit OUCA on the 16th, before attending the No Confidence debate at the Union. Image: Flickr

 

Talks and academic

  • Black History Month lecture, 14th October- Esther Stanford-Xosei, an internationally acclaimed reparationist and radio broadcaster , will be speaking at Pembroke College on the topic of ‘Women’s contribution to the fight for equalities.’ Entry is free
  • Eric Schmidt and Jonathan Rosenberg, 15th October- executive chairman of google and the ex- Senior Vice-President for Google Products respectively, the two will come to the Oxford Union to discuss their new book, “How Google works”
  • The Invention of Modern Science, 17th October- a panel of speakers composed of Melvyn Bragg, the host of the In Our Time discussion series, Nobel prize winner Sir Paul Nurse, astrophysicist Joanna Dunkley and mathematician Marcus du Sautoy will gather in the Sheldonian to give some lectures. Entry is free but booking is required  

 

Art

  • Ai Wei Wei exibition, all week in an ongoing exhibition, Blenheim palace has on display an inspirational collection of Ai Wei Wei’s latest works in a variety of media, including photography, textiles, pottery, woodwork (in the form of a table made from wood reclaimed from temples dating to the Quing dynasty) and metalwork. This is a chance to experience the work of one of the most influential cultural figures of this century in beautiful surroundings

 

Town

  • Oxford Beer Festival, 16th to 18th October – Oxford Town Hall will host the 17th annual Beer Festival featuring, among a huge selection of others, 140 varieties of real ale. £2 admission, with beer paid for at the bar using tokens bought at the festival

 

 Societies

  • Fresher drinks, all week – Many societies will host freshers’ drinks or welcome events this week, so check your emails if you signed up at freshers’ fair. Alternatively most events will have been publicized on society websites and facebook. In particular be sure to make it to Cherwell freshers’ drinks, Monday at Worcester

 

The preview for 2nd week will appear on Saturday the 18th. If you would like to bring an event to our attention for possible inclusion, please get in touch with [email protected]. If you would like more details about any mentioned event, please also get in touch

Shakespeare in Japan

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“Oh, had I but followed the arts!” cries Sir Andrew Aguecheek, lamenting his wasted hours spent in the pursuits of fencing, dancing and bear-baiting. If only Sir Andrew were at Oxford, his fortunes would’ve been much improved. For all of you planning to head into the world of theatre, there are some fantastic opportunities available. One of the best is the Oxford University Dramatic Society (OUDS) International Tour, which takes a Shakespeare play to Japan in the summer vacation. I was fortunate enough to be cast this year, and I wanted to give you an inside look at one of the most exciting events of the university’s dramatic calendar.

The tour was set up in 1998 by Thelma Holt, who was then the Cameron Mackintosh Chair of Contemporary Theatre, an annual post which has been held by a number of eminent actors, writers, directors, and producers including Kevin Spacey, Sir Ian McKellen, and, most recently, Stephen Fry. Holt is a titan of British theatre – a RADA-trained acting contemporary of Maggie Smith, Vanessa Redgrave, and Judi Dench, she later turned producer and has enjoyed a prolific career working with the most talented directors and actors of our time. One of her favourite collaborators and closest friends is Yukio Ninagawa, the visionary Japanese director famous for his productions of Shakespeare and Greek tragedies. This ongoing relationship between Holt and Ninagawa is the main reason why Oxford sends actors to Japan each summer.

So how does it all come together? In February, teams of directors and producers will compete (“bid”) for the tour. They choose a Shakespeare play, come up with a concept, and have to convince Holt and the University’s Drama Officer to let them take the reins of the project. The winners will then put out a call for cast and a production team, which usually happens some time in the Hilary Term. The tour is open to all years, and often takes talented freshers alongside finalist drama vets. As one of the best Oxford productions, it is highly competitive, but entirely worth auditioning for no matter your previous experience – you’ve got nothing to lose.

Intensive rehearsals get underway at the start of the summer vacation. This year we had only three weeks to rehearse the show from scratch, before flying out to Japan to start performing. Unfortunately we lost our producer shortly before rehearsals were due to start, but despite this setback, the rehearsal process felt relaxed, a testament to our director Max Gill’s ability and vision behind the project. The pace we worked at, and the opportunity to do a play without having to fit it in around tutorials, was exhilarating.

Twelfth Night – OUDS/Thelma Holt International Tour Trailer from Hypnotist Film Company on Vimeo.

Our interpretation of the text was unconventional. As Max told Oxford Culture Review, “what we’re experimenting with is the idea that Illyria is a kind of psychological landscape, a state of mind. At the beginning there’s a shipwreck which brings Viola to the island, and we’re playing around with the fact that Viola might potentially have died on this shipwreck, and that she has slipped into an otherworld.” In this bizarre purgatory, identities and personalities bleed together – our Clown and Antonio were played by a single actor – tormenting the shipwrecked twins. The notion of duality was also stretched beyond the twins – for example Orsino presided over a harem of Havisham-esque opera singers (Valentine and Curio) who act as the sirens causing the initial shipwreck, and the Duke and Olivia sit on a dual throne, emphasising their parallels of self-absorbed unrequited love.

Creating a play that would work in both Japanese and British theatres was sometimes difficult. Sexuality and the torture of desires were prevalent themes in our interpretation of the text, but had to be toned down in Japan so as not to offend the more conservative audiences. For example, back in England the Lady Olivia’s courtship of Cesario became more sexually charged, with a woozy Sebastian stumbling on stage half-naked and plastered in day-glo lipstick kisses.

Even though the whole production had to be portable, we had an amazing array of costumes from the RSC, a harp and harpsichord, a sandy beach, and a lifesize gallows among the kit list. Our Illyria was built from material that its magpie-like inhabitants had scavenged from the ships wrecked off its shores. Props and costumes came from different historical periods – Maria in a leather corset, Aguecheek in an elaborate plumed hat and ruff, and there was a gramophone found by the Clown, to name but a few. Music and dance also featured notably in the show, with the former often providing a window into characters’ inner mental lives during monologues.

I’d never been to Japan before this summer, and I wasn’t sure what to expect of the audiences out there. We performed at the KAAT Kanagawa Arts Theatre in Yokohama and the Tokyo Metropolitan Arts Theatre, both state-of-the-art facilities which put their Oxford equivalents to shame. It seemed crazy to think that a group of students would be able to fill Japanese professional theatres, performing a play in a foreign language, but we played to full houses for every show!

After being treated like professional actors in Japan, performing back in England came as a bit of a shock. We were student actors once more. For our open-air run in the Old Bodleian Quadrangle we had to carry the entire set and seating halfway across Oxford for every show! That is one of the great things about this tour though – the chance to perform in such diverse venues. Apart from Oxford and Japan, we also performed at the Southwark Playhouse (a great chance for budding professional actors to get scouted by casting agents), and the Yvonne Arnaud Mill Studio in Guildford. Every time the play had to be different, which really kept us on our toes.

When I asked Thelma for her thoughts on this year’s tour, she said that “[Twelfth Night] in spite of initial thunderclouds, was one of the most joyous experiences I have had at Oxford. It confirmed for me why I am there.” The circus isn’t packing up anytime soon. So the take-home message is this – if you’re thinking about getting involved in student drama during your time at Oxford, set your sights on this tour. Look out for the auditions in Hilary, and keep a close eye on the details – there are some exciting rumours about next year. Break a leg, the lot of you!

 

Loading the Canon: 12 Years a Slave

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There’s no denying the fact that Steve McQueen’s Oscar winning movie 12 Years a Slave was one of the most brilliant blockbusters of 2014. But if you thought the film was powerful, you should read the book. Solomon Northup’s memoir of the same name is singularly affecting, historically informative and emotionally charged. Documenting the horrific circumstances surrounding his abduction, mistreatment and enslavement, this is not a work for those looking for light entertainment. The despair, indignation and irrepressible hope in Northrup’s book is expressed in such simple diction that it carries a weight impossible to replicate. A reader will approach the text expecting it to be traumatic, but it is difficult to menally prepare oneself for just how harrowing it will be. The death toll in Twelve Years a Slave is staggering; each person, a friend of the author’s; and each expiring in the most horrific circumstances.

Those looking for a happy ending will be disappointed. Northup is, after twelve years of appalling hardship, released. However, injustice bleeds through the text as the reader is reminded that Northup’s friends on the plantation, described with such affection, remain in bonds. The random, indiscriminate beatings and unthinking cruelty to which Northup was subjected before his rescue remain for them; he leaves behind people who will continue to suffer until their death, making it hard to feel much jubilation. Even Northup’s life after release is marred by prejudice. His attempts to bring his kidnappers to justice are unsuccessful because, as a black man, he has no right to testify in a court of law and, in a vile twist, his kidnappers sue him for attempting to defraud them. Whilst McQueen’s depiction retains much of the depth and integrity of Northup’s story, the words of the author seem to resonate more compellingly. However, whilst slavery of this kind is, mercifully, a thing of the past, Northup’s words have lost none of their power over the centuries.

Why iPads don’t belong in galleries

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I do not believe it to be an exaggeration to state that the invention of the high quality cameraphone has entirely changed the way in which the majority of us interact with art.

It is a common sight in any gallery. A phalanx of smart phones, supported by those ubiquitous selfie sticks, surround an institution’s most iconic works as people jostle to take yet another photograph of an endlessly reproduced artwork. Masterpieces by lesser known artists are ignored; Picasso’s favoured over the work of other luminaries like Arshile Gorky. This will be a familiar sight to all as it takes place in every gallery of every art form or period in every country. While it is tempting to attack those with such priorities it is worth considering the shift in approaches towards art.

This trend occurred to me most strongly when in the Louvre this summer. My friends and I stopped in front of a portrait. A Spanish guy passed by, noticing us looking at a work that had previously received no attention. He stopped and asked us ‘is this famous?’ After we replied in the affirmative he took a photograph of himself grinning in front of it and asked us to point him in the direction of the Mona Lisa. We did so.

His objective in being in the gallery was to find the most famous pictures and take photographs of himself in front of them. Within this approach was no effort to find any particular merit within the artwork, to understand it within its context or even appreciate its craftsmanship. To him its merit lay within its recognisability. This new approach is not necessarily a bad thing, but if it comes at the cost of appreciation then we must surely question it’s arrival.

Artworks have become the new landmarks. To get a photo of oneself in front of the Mona Lisa is equivalent to getting one of a friend holding up the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Artworks have become images. Their fame usually derives from the depth of composition and the skill of their execution while, conversely, these have gained the work sufficient notoriety for these features to be largely ignored. Sometimes it is considered enough to simply have seen the work, rather than sought to have engaged with it. In this context it is wholly unsurprising that the Louvre estimates that the average span of time spent by a viewer looking at the Mona Lisa is fifteen seconds. Do we now attend art galleries to see rather than to look at artworks? This is of course a difficult distinction to make and it must be noted approvingly that art galleries have largely shaken the elitist sensibilities that previously surrounded them.

The National Gallery’s decision to allow camera phones to be used, for the first time, is surely indicative of the democratisation of these spaces. However, such progress must come at a price. And the price, it seems, is the decline of engagement with a work. Attempts to educate the viewer as to what they are seeing are valiant, and appreciated, but it seems that galleries are moving towards more of a Madame Tussauds model: a space full of recognisable and famous images.

Is it right to even attempt to reverse this trend? The viewing experience of a person wholly ignorant of every aspect of Raphael’s career, as opposed to one who has written a thesis about it, is by no means inferior. Their right to gain access to this work is by no means lesser.

But while it would be wrong to attempt to make such spaces more restrictive there might be some merit in restrictions upon people’s right to take photos. After all, galleries put a significant amount of time and thought into the overall viewing experience that their institutions offer. Should this consideration not be similarly extended to the annoyance of iPhones stuck in your sightline, obscuring the artworks?

If the primary desire is to see these works, then a ban would be no bad thing. It might encourage many to look critically instead. A decision must be made by curators as to whether they are running a tourist attraction or somewhere which attracts and engages tourists. The democratisation of the gallery should not come at the expense of its contents.

Besides, I’ve seen enough blurry photos of the Mona Lisa from friends who have visited the Louvre. And if I see one more kid on a school trip covering up the lower part of a nude with his jumper, while his friends laugh, then I’ll hit someone. Similarly, there are few things more annoying than some dick moaning about how his History of Art degree entitles him to view art in isolation.

It’s a hard middle ground to tread but both are a frustrating sight. Banning cameras would not be a regressive move, but would rather encourage engagement.

From the pub to the peaks

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When friends of mine have been to places as diverse as India and Bolivia this summer, my own pub-hopping trip to the closest wilderness I know of — the Lake District — seems somewhat prosaic. However, I feel that the pubs and prettiness of Cumbria trumps any far-flung land.

My dog, a chirpy little Border Terrier had loads of fun scrambling up and around Derwent Water; my father had rather less fun outside, and rather more in the pub, drink in hand. In all honesty, a decadent early summer of on-demand TV and North-East nightclubs left me empathizing more with my human companion than the one with four legs.

That being said, the view of the top of one of the hills which inspire is always worth the sweat and the cramp. I will always enjoy watching paragliders dance — somewhat dangerously it always seems to me — close to the hilltop from which they have recently launched themselves. Gliding down from Skiddaw in particular appears to be a thrilling way to descend, and most enticingly to this wheezy second-team footballer, it looks a bit less effort than walking.

As I may have alluded to earlier, Keswick has a lot of good pubs; given every other story one reads about a pub these days is mourning the aggressive decline of the good ol’ bastion of Britishness that is the Public House, the Cumbrian market town is a haven of polished wood and pool tables.

That’s not to mention the good food, the good beer, and the good atmosphere. On our first evening my family and I were accosted by one of those impossibly interesting older couples who seem to populate England’s country towns. Several hours and at least two full life-stories later, we stumbled out of The Dog and Gun and into the sort of night one only finds far from the oppressive conurbations which dominate so much of our country.

It remains eye-opening to walk along old tracks past railway bridges and to watch as the countryside reclaims the old sleepers which have long fallen into disuse.

Walking in the lakes has a habit of making you apply poignant literary narratives to the world around you, and as I sneak back to the local in order to enjoy another pint of something with a bright and witty label, this seems all the peace you need in the world. Take that La Paz.

Interview: Simon Amstell

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“I came to the conclusion that we’re here for no reason at all, that there’s no point to any of this and then we die. The only logical thing I could think of to therefore do was to feel as much joy and connectedness as is possible. I’m trying to just listen to whatever the hell my body wants me to do, and in this instance it was stand-up comedy about freedom, about joy, about this thing of being alive and spontaneous rather than repressed and blocked and planning too much.”

As the quote with which I’ve begun may suggest, Simon Amstell likes to ramble. I mean this in the best possible way — as he answers each of the questions I put to him, his sentences meander and turn back on themselves as he thinks aloud. It is clear that he is pondering far too much to worry about coherence or predictability, and it’s also clear that he’s a man who’s beginning to find a way to escape the arrested development which can set in among those who find fame young. In thinking about big philosophical questions like freedom and making them funny, he might have just found himself a niche.

Initially, Amstell asks if I want him to be interesting or funny. After chatting with the curly-haired presenter-cum-writer-cum-comedian, I’d say that it’d be hard for him not to succeed at being both, although it must be said that the former Never Mind The Buzzcocks mainstay often makes tales of anxiety transmit themselves viscerally — and a little painfully — down a phone. As we chat, his musings range from a story about spotting a monk on an aeroplane to a delightful little vignette about meeting a human rights lawyer at Latitude festival. This man has far more to him than just a past on T4.

“Even Johnny Depp will at some point become an old bald man who used to be famous.”

His extensive showbiz resumé is hard to process given that the Peter Pan-esque comedian still sounds and appears like an awkward teenager discovering sex for the first time, but over our time on the phone I gain the impression that Amstell has now embraced a personal philosophy that sounds like the sophisticated sister of ‘YOLO’, and is seemingly dedicated to just doing.

Popular myth has it that Amstell once made Britney Spears cry during his time as the impossibly young host of T4’s early noughties smash hit Popworld. Whilst it seems that this is untrue, when I ask present-day Simon Amstell about his attitude to fame, I sense that the young man whom he describes as having “a part of me that was ashamed by my own desire for fame” turned those insecurities outward, forming what became a trademark acerbic interviewing style.

I ask him to elaborate and he begins to delve into the neuroses that characterized the early part of his career. He tells me, “It’s an embarrassing and awful thing to admit that you crave attention from as many strangers as possible — to admit that what you want is for everyone to love you. I think there’s a deep well of insecurity and self-hate there.” This brutal self-examination spiralled from a question about his attitude to fame and as his answer continues, the comedian’s thoughts become philosophical, using Johnny Depp to exemplify the lack of fulfilment found in fame alone. “Even Johnny Depp will at some point become an old bald man who used to be famous; at some point he’ll have to either become really old and bitter because he’ll be thinking ‘Where did all the money and the women go?’, or he’ll go, ‘Oh well, I’ve still got all these hats.’” Amstell continues, “You know, there’s no peace to that part of fame — there’s no peace to gaining it because then you have to retain it!”

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The conversation turns towards the past, and in particular the way in which each of the biggest jobs Simon Amstell has ever had (on Popworld, NMTB, and with his own sitcom, Grandma’s House) has ended perhaps prematurely. “I’ve quit each time; each thing I’ve done I’ve stopped doing slightly earlier than I guess people expected me to stop and it’s partly because I felt that I’d done the job, but also because there were moments, in particular with NMTB, where I just thought ‘that’s enough’ — that’s enough attention.” He then thinks again and offers another clarifications, explaining, “I thought people didn’t understand, that what I was providing and what they thought they were enjoying weren’t quite the same thing.”

Amstell’s latest show is titled To Be Free, and feeling that his thoughts, and much of his past stand-up have exhibited a philosophical strain of thought, I ask whether he sees philosophy as something he does deliberately in his comedy. His response is typically wry and self-deprecating, “That’s obviously not what I am, I’m not a philosopher or else I’d be a philosopher, I guess what I am is basically a clown. I’m like an idiot who is really curious and really desperate to figure out what the hell I’m doing.”

I propose that this is a paradox. Amstell disagrees. He tells me, “No, I think that it’s a good place for curiosity to come from. If I was a complete idiot, then yes, I suppose I’d have no curiosity though.”

I wonder whether this curiosity is something that comes from the travel intrinsic to touring. Alas, nothing so prosaic. Amstell traces this to a long ago trip to Thailand, “I went to Thailand when I was like 22 or something and it totally altered who I was as a person — I started reading about Buddhism and became veggie, I actually started meditating — those things are all kinda from a feeling I felt in Thailand and seeing a monk on a plane.”

When we speak, Amstell has just finished a run at the Edinburgh festival which was designed to, for want of a better description, act as a trial run for his forthcoming tour. He explains, “With this show the idea was to go in front of people in Edinburgh and turn the show into something resembling a real show. I mean it was something before Edinburgh but became something longer and funnier which is what it was supposed to do.”

“Anything else is just some other authority telling me that this is the way something is.”

As we continue to talk about his creative process, Simon Amstell’s typically informal, ramshackle style comes to the fore. “I tend to not actually write material. I go in front of 100 people who pay about five pounds each and I tell them it isn’t a show and I end up talking about whatever is coming out of my head at the time. I mean I have some notes and that, but it’s just expressing whatever my ridiculous head wants to express at the time, and then I look at the stories that have been funny and the things which have connected those stories to come up with a show.”

Feeling that, in his ideas of self-censorship and freedom, Amstell has quietly incorporated a political undertone into his new show, I put it to him that he seems to be incredibly cynical about the way the world works in an explicitly political sense. He disagrees, “It’s all coming from a very personal place though. I’m not really interested in politics, or that engaged in the debate, it all just feels so limiting — the debates on TV are so far off from what the actual truth is.

“I just sort of use myself as, y’know, what’s the word, I suppose everything goes through the prism of my own trauma or joy or pain, the prism of how I’m feeling because I suppose that the only thing I can really trust or know, how I feel. Anything else is just some other authority telling me that this is the way something is.

“For example, I had a bit about pornography in my last show, but it wasn’t about pornography; it was about how I had ended up watching the shameful, weird, and ethically dubious pornography that I’d ended up being interested in. And I’m more interested in exposing myself and showing how weird I am or who I was in that moment and what that means rather than what is right and wrong in terms of legislation for the country.”

From legally and ethically dubious pornography, the natural progression is to talk about the episode of Skins for which Amstell received a writing credit. The fact that my interviewee had a part in writing series one favourite ‘Maxxie and Anwar’ — the one where the two titular characters struggle with the former’s homosexuality — had always seemed something of an oddity. I bring the subject up wondering whether Amstell’s own life played a role in the creation of such an episode, but instead he explains about the limitations of working within someone else’s project.

“I think the creators wanted to have a US style writing room with a lot of young people around a table and I was a young person at the time so I guess they thought I’d be a good person to have in there, and then I ended up co-writing an episode. Afterwards I remember thinking that the next thing I do I need to be in total control because interesting as doing Skins was, doing something that well, wasn’t my voice — that was somebody else’s vision and somebody else’s show — was quite difficult.

As the interview draws to a close, he charmingly wishes me, “Good luck with the edit of this, and good luck with the rest of your life.” Simon Amstell still feels like a vaguely contradictory person; he’s a man who is, by his own admission, “fairly famous”, yet he is a man who has outgrown his desire for fame. He remains a popular comedian and an engaging stage presence, but his act revolves around his neuroses (and the way he recalls them, they are traumatising right up until the moment that thousands of people know about them.)

The only real conclusion one can find is to say that come his tour — which hits Oxford in the new year ­— there will be a genuine and thought-provoking presence on stage, someone who will make an audience cringe, laugh, and feel an awful lot of — perhaps misplaced given the man’s success — sympathy for. And maybe, after that, he’ll escape to the Thai wilderness again.

Where Are They Now: Asher Roth

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It being Freshers’ Week, whose flop of a career would be more appropriate to scrutinise than that of the genius who gave us lyrics including “time isn’t wasted when you’re getting wasted”?

Released in 2009, Asher Roth’s ‘I Love College’ may be a recent addition to the One Hit Wonder hall of fame, but the poet behind it is now firmly established as the king of crappy college songs which bear little relation to university life.

Nothing smells like desperation more than a debut album called Asleep In The Bread Aisle released on April 20th. “Omygod guys I’m SO EDGY and I love weed!” Now 29, he wasn’t even at college when he released his hit single.

You’d think this guy would have vanished into oblivion, but according to Wikipedia he went on to work with Pharrell Williams and Nottz Raw. He then released an EP called The Rawther. Fascinating. 2014 saw the release of his sophomore album Retrohash, which suggests that he’s now trying to shake off his try hard fake frat boy image for something a little more sophisticated; the try hard hipster stoner. Well he needs some cash flow to fund all of those mad blunts.

He also tweets things like this from time to time. “Bout to roll this joint and draft the best fantasy football team of all time…”. Cool story bro.

Review: Caribou — Our Love

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Four Stars

★★★★☆

The remarkable thing about Caribou’s new album is that it manages to make you want simultaneously to lie down and to get up and dance.

It conjures up a synthesised world of electronic texture, as soothing as it is lively; with rhythmic bass lines pulsing through the hypnotic tracks with impressive seamlessness.

Dan Snaith’s signature psychedelia has been emboldened by a dose of deep house obvious in the compelling track, ‘Mars’, with a dash of R&B thrown in for good measure. Title track ‘Our Love’, meanwhile, introduces stirrings of dub- step that cement its inescapable danceability.

Opening single, ‘Can’t Do Without You’, seeps under the skin and captures the attention, perhaps for longer than its simplistic repetition deserves. That said, the minimalism of the lyrics helps to make plain the complexity of the music behind, which is, after all, the real magic of this intriguing record in which wordless sound does most of the talking.

There’s something mesmerising about aptly named track ‘Dive’ with the its rippling melodies falling into tantalising drops and refrains. The addictive, overlapping drones of follow-up, ‘Second Chance’ are spoilt somewhat by the guest-vocals of Jessy Lanza which verge on grating by the song’s end, but given the strength of the rest, this minor blip is easy to overlook.

In reaching out to so many different genres, Our Love casts itself as a chameleon to suit every mood. But where it triumphs most is unquestionably on the dance floor. 

Review: Adult Jazz — Gist Is

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Leeds four-piece Adult Jazz’s debut LP is something very different. Gist Is is an interesting take on pop music – the 9-track album has little in common with what one would identify as typical of the genre. It is that very deviation from traditional song formations that makes the album so intriguingly beautiful.

Album-opener ‘Hum’ shows off the band’s distinctive sound. The track builds up slowly and all of a sudden we are left with frontman Harry Burgess’ vocals exposed over a dark synthesiser and atmospheric howling. Yet this change in tone is both controlled and unstartling, and, despite further changes in direction, the song remains coherent through its seven minute course. With such exciting fluidity and variety, ‘Hum’ begins the album as it continues – no one song’s duration is predictable.

Insofar as instrumentation is concerned, Gist ls is quite faultless. The addition of various brass and woodwind parts contributes positively to Adult Jazz’s sound. The searing trumpets and soothing bassoons which decorate the end of ‘Am Gone’ demonstrate the band’s ability to use orchestral instruments unpretentiously.

Burgess’ voice is simple and innocent – it suits its backing perfectly. Such a natural voice is a breath of fresh air compared to the forced style popular among many indie artists, such as Joe Newman of Alt-J.

The accessibility of Burgess’ voice is not, however, reflected in his lyrics. These are, for the most part, ambiguous and quite impenetrable: “Bold claim to taste a feel in felt!” exclaims the frontman in ‘Be A Girl’. While the obscure lyrics do make the record quite hard to connect with, it simultaneously gives the album permanence – it cannot be wholly understood after just a few listens.

The third track, ‘Springful’, encapsulates the essence of the album with its dark harmony, staccato guitar lines and effortlessly intriguing production. ‘Spook’ is strident and beautiful, and is perhaps the most enjoyable track on the album. The listener is sent halfway to Berlin’s Berghain during ‘Idiot Mantra’ – the techno-esque pulse is intense and hypnotic. ‘Bonedigger’ is a wonderful album-closer that shows off Adult Jazz at their best: sporadic drums and warm horns enrich the texture and the vocal melodies have an instant appeal.

Gist Is is an album that requires the listener’s indulgence from start to finish, which seems only polite given the four years of work that the record took to produce. Although its uncon- ventional sound will not appeal to all listeners, Adult Jazz’s impressive debut justifies such a long gestation.