Sortie en 12" le 9 novembre 2009

At a dizzying peak of powers, Alasdair Roberts is knocking out tune after killer tune, all scored to the beat of his own weird drum, and we love him for it. This is why we choose to exist, to help cement the footsteps of musicians and eccentrics such as he, footsteps that will endure through into future days, just in case the music-buying public of our time somehow drops the ball. Imagine that!

“The Wyrd Meme” is an EP occasioned by the aforementioned windfall of great music circa 2009 from our Alasdair — the eight massive constructions on Spoils are succeeded by another four songs, this set comprising twentytwo minutes of pure aural Roberts: stimulating, colorful, melodic, and arresting, just for starters.

At the time of Spoils (all those weeks ago), the press was inclined to toss around Alasdair’s musical vision of syncretism quite liberally — and it was well down of them to indulge. Of late, Ali has taken to stitching his lyrics together from a diversity of threads, weaving from line to line with myths and legends, verse and slang and old and new, bringing different schools together and wedding it all to his razor-sharp guitar and singing so precise and powerful as to make a groaning man cry. And the ladies like him, too.

The syncretic style of this Spring felt so right for this new global village we’re all in, “The Wyrd Meme” takes a dip in the pool as well. Really, it’s kind of like a maxi-single, as each  song stands in the spotlight afforded single tracks, each of them bidding to be the best song ever in the history of Alasdair Roberts. That’s a long time, you know — at least a couple thousand years just to start.

“The Wyrd Meme” is an autumnal masterwork that’ll sound great at any time of the year, every year for the rest of your life. Buy it for Christmas — keep it to take with you in your burial box.