Oooh, it’s our thirtieth installment, and on a week when I’m reviewing (tomorrow) four albums from Filipino acts. That’s something I never thought would happen in this blog’s entire history, even if most of that is down to coincidence. When I started earthings! I imagined I’d have a hard time writing about local music, in part because I felt disconnected from it, thanks to shifting tastes and the fact that more credible local acts seem to have crawled back underground. Now, well, I still don’t go to gigs that much – the whole set-up remains prohibitive to me – but it’s interesting that I know a bit more about these things now, and I feel a little more comfortable reviewing them. But, you know, still an outsider. I have to keep that brand going as long as possible.
As I start writing this month’s Local Outsider, I’m listening, again, to the new single from the Metro Fantastic – their vocalist, Carlos Castaño, talked about his love of hip-hop for us last year, and here he and the gang channel funk that just won’t stop. If only I wasn’t stupid (and tired) enough to not figure out how to properly embed a Spotify link, I’d give them a longer write-up, so here’s a link to “We Need To Talk” instead, which really just won’t stop. We await the new EP, and maybe a Soundcloud link soon. Now, for the rest of this month’s column…
All right. Welcome back. Let me begin with a quick mention of the new single from Karencitta, “No Apology (Wala Akong Paki)”, which dropped early this week. It’s hot, simply said. But then I wonder if I would have had the same reason if I haven’t been immersed in K-pop the past couple of years. That’s really a slam at myself and how I closed myself to pop for a while – well, I closed myself from pop radio, which meant less exposure, which is a stupid thing in hindsight now. So, this song: hot. Will I hear this everywhere? I don’t know. I’m still closing myself from pop radio. And now we’ve done that, it’s time for the acts I have long (belatedly) listed for this month’s Local Outsider.
We have an accidental tradition over here on the Local Outsider: our April installments have a special theme. (Here’s last month’s.) We also have another, less accidental, tradition: we’re late to things. So, the thing we should have done last month is now being done this month – in my defense, I genuinely thought we always did it in May, but then, the election special was weeks before election day, so… well… let’s just get on with it. This month we’re focusing on new talent that are children of other known talent. They’ve been everywhere lately – and we’ve written about some of them in a couple of columns – and while we’re usually wary of these acts because they tend to be there because they’re children of famous people, well, you can argue some of them here are exceptions. Also, pedigree, anyone?
You know I’m going to start this column with more talk about how I’m cramming this because of how busy I’ve been. And yes, that is still the case. But then, on the other side of the equation, local music has been pretty intense this past month, whether it be because of intrigue, or because of celebrations. Sandwich is twenty years old! It’s not at all obvious! I have not had the chance to listen to their first two albums (and I still don’t have the chance because they’re not on the streaming channels) but I listened to “2 Trick Pony” a few weeks ago and it still sounds as potent as it was when it was released over a decade ago. Those immortal vampires. I wonder if any of the acts I’m writing about this month will last twenty years, or at least ten. Tall order? Different times. Still worth a shot, I guess.