Feb 28 2007
In Soviet Russia, blog read you.
Yesterday marked the start of Another Form of Relief’s second year. This crept up on me so quickly that I didn’t give the whole thing a great deal of thought until the day had already passed. Sometimes it feels like only a few weeks ago that I started all this, other times like I have been doing it for years. If you’ll allow me to ramble, I’m going to write for a little bit about this blog and how it has affected me over the past twelve months.
The idea to start this blog first came toward the end of January of last year. I’d gone through a not particularly fun break-up earlier in the month, and the structure of my job changed significantly, both of which left me with a fair bit of extra free time on my hands. It was also in the weeks leading up to this time that I’d first discovered music blogs, and I started tossing around the idea in my head. The first time I actually voiced my intent was in an email to a friend on January 23, when I wrote
I’m thinking about starting up at mp3 blog. I don’t know if you’ve noticed the appearence of these, but they seem to be popping up all over the place over the past few months. Not sure what I can add by doing one myself, but it’s something I’d like to try. Not really sure what’s involved logistically just yet (mostly the storage and legal issues), but there seem to be a large number and they aren’t going to jail, so I’m going to look into the idea.
It turns out that most if it was surprisingly simple to setup, and on February 26, Another Form of Relief launched with a rather low-key post on The Young Republic. Over the next few weeks, I tweaked the design a little, and made various changes in how I formatted the posts. “Buy it now” links quickly disappeared, the original design didn’t make it past the first six months and I found myself writing in increasing detail about the bands I featured. I’ve also been through the “to have ads or not have ads” debate more times than I care to remember, each time seeing them disappear and then reappear on the site.
I think I hit my stride a few months in, and by the summer I was updating pretty much daily. By this time I seemed to have attracted the attention of various promo companies and bands. I’d start getting songs regularly sent to me by email, both from promo companies and bands. The songs sent by bands themselves were invariably better than the promo company ones. Suddenly I was being offered free CDs, which led to me opening a PO Box out of paranoia of giving out my address to all these potentially scary bands. They arrived rarely at the start, but one year on, I have a mountain of CDs on my desk that I haven’t even listened to yet. Offers of guest list places for gigs began to arrive, although these were usually turned down on the grounds that London is kind of a bitch to drive to unless I’m already in love with your band.
I don’t know when I realised that blogging was hindering my ability to listen to music, but it’s become increasingly noticable in the last few months. The constant chase of the “next big thing” or even just a good new band to write about means I end up neglecting those that I already like. I can’t even tell you the last time that I listened to an album in it’s entirity, nor can I remember when I last spent more than 30 seconds judging a new song. Both of those things are certainly not a good thing for either music or me as a listener, but that’s the reality. I don’t have time to give everything new several listens when there is always a pile of stuff I haven’t heard even once yet. The result of this is that my music taste has ended up skewing toward the upbeat and catchy, or anything that has a hook to quickly grab me. The idea of the a song that grows on me is increasingly becoming a thing of the past.
That doesn’t mean I’m unhappy about what I do here though. I’ve never taken to a “project” as much as I have this one, even if some bad comes with it. On the most part, I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. I’ve found and written about music that I never would have considered listening to in the past. I’ve met a bunch of great people, from other bloggers to musicians to just readers, and for that I am grateful. Then there are the “perks”. I won’t deny that I’ve made a little money through the ads I’ve run on this site, but that probably hasn’t been enough to cover even the hosting bills completely. The “swag” is also fun - there’s nothing quite like getting a handcrafted demo CD in my box. The thing that leaves me most smug is probably when I see my blog pop up in other places though. I was overjoyed when another blog first linked to me. It was a lot of fun when bands started including things I’d written on their websites. Every now and then the blog or something I’d posted would turn up in more mainstream places, like the Best Week Ever blog, The Toronto Star, or my personal favourite, The Guardian.
As I move into the second year of this blog, I’d like to think that I’ve hit my stride somewhat. There are some things I would like to improve though. I’m trying to write more regularly again, but a number of other factors keep getting in my way. This is why I’ve started writing posts in a format that let me include a bunch of things at once. It’s the only way I can even come close to keeping up with everything I want to tell you about. I want to try and do some more “interviews”, as the ones I did back in the summer were a lot of fun to do. It’s just a matter of choosing some bands and making that initial contact. There will also be more Another Form of Relief promoted shows (next one this thursday! - come down and say hi!) and a number of other fun things.
If you’ve made it through all of this, I commend you. I probably wouldn’t even have even bothered reading all this myself. I really just wanted a small history of this blog and some of my thought processes that go into it. There’s a lot of stuff I haven’t touched upon that I probably should have, but I guess I’ll save that for the two year celebration.








The delightful 
George Pringle is a vaguely posh sounding girl who talks over repetitive electronic beats. This is the kind of thing that falls right into the “love it or hate it” category. Rationally, I should hate this myself. A few recent digressions aside, I’m not big on the electronic, and the idea of someone just talking on every song doesn’t appeal very much. Somehow though, it works. The songs tend to come across more as poems than musical works, but it doesn’t matter. These are small slices of modern life, whether it be about hangovers, complaining about having a cold (complete with coughing fit in one song) or hating Belle & Sebastian. Now I’d rather be telling you all about ‘I’m Very Scared, Buster’ (listen on
Desmond Reed is a young man from Massachusetts who likes to record songs on a 4-track in his bedroom. There’s probably a million people out there doing this, and most won’t be very good. These aren’t the most technically sound songs you’ll ever hear, but they are enjoyable, if only for the wonderful innocence in Desmond’s words. There aren’t many people that could pull off an entire song dedicated to the history of his pet guinea pigs, but this guy manages it. Throw in some summary harmonies, and these turn into nice little songs from someone with a lot of potential. You can hear more of his songs on his
Always one to keep on flogging a horse, I have another song from The Indelicates. I don’t think the song is particularly new, but it’s just gone up on their 
Another Form of Relief favourites
I’m not usually one to reprint press releases, but how can I resist things like this:
They turned out to be The Space Peacocks, a local band who I had never heard of before, further proving that either the local scene is useless at promoting itself, or I’m entirely ignorant. They started playing with a fantastic energy that remained throughout their set of shambolic, tacky yet wonderful pop songs. The delivery all had an Art Brut kind of vibe about it, with their shouty, talky vocals. This obviously wasn’t lost on the band as they even managed to name check the Art Brut folks in one of their songs.
This didn’t seem to be of concern to the crowd though. The Command House doesn’t hold many people, but those there were among the most excitable audience I’ve ever been in. The Indelicates are no strangers to the place, having played there at least twice before, and this led to a great atmosphere with audience participation and singing along being the name of the game. Nowhere was this more evident than on a shambolic rendition of ‘New Art For The People’, where Simon Indelicate stepped back from his parts, handing the microphone over to pretty much the entire crowd as the song progressed. Thankfully it didn’t quite get to me, but it was a lot of fun hearing everyone else have their moment to shine, with the song ending with The Space Peacocks back on stage singing along. Of course, the one picture that exists of the crowd (to the right) makes them, including me, look entirely miserable, but we’ll overlook that.
It doesn’t seem like two years ago that I first heard The Rakes and got their quite good but nothing spectacular album ‘Capture/Release’. It is though, and they have a new album coming up in a couple of months entitled ‘Ten New Messages’. This took me by surprise, and it turns out you can already listen to the first single from it on their 