Song of the day - 42: Camera Obscura

Spain's Elefant Records just sent me a parcel of 14 lovely shiny brand-new seven-inch singles.

Camera Obscura live @ The Zoo

Camera Obscura played a few weeks back in Brisbane.

Both myself and Charlotte were excited about this one: for years now, this Scottish band have been in-car favourites, the mix of 60s harmonies and melancholy lyrics, the sweet-sweet harmonies do for us, time and time again. In the event they didn't disappoint, despite the late hour. Tracyanne - with typical deadpan humour - announced early on that we lived in "the sweatiest city in the world", and the crowd was oddly restrained, only coming alive towards the end, but... the remark I made at the end of the following reprinted review still holds. Oh yes.

Camera Obscura vs Ray Rumours

It's rare that I listen to music these days. Isaac doesn't enjoy it all the time. When we're in the car (which is one of the rare occasions when we can listen to music, un-intimidated), we need to turn the music down so we can hear his chatter from the back. If we're smart, and remember to announce before listening to a new CD that it's "his new CD" then it becomes easier. We got away with playing the new Camera Obscura album that way, but forgot to fade in Ray Rumours appropriately.