“Sorry, I Thought I Was Gonna Puke…”

In the intimate surroundings of the Old Queen’s Head pub in London, UK, Brendan Campbell announced to the crowd with his soft Glaswegian tones that he wasn’t feeling too great. Seconds earlier, he’d stopped singing a few seconds into his fourth song of the evening, “Venice”.

Watching a musician concentrate on stage is far from a new phenomenon. However, seeing someone focused on forcing back the contents of their stomach back down their throat can be classed as pretty damn rock ‘n’ roll.

Stomach ulcers aside, Brendan battled on through the pain barrier and still achieved the stunning vocal harmonies that he is becoming much feted for. His lyrical talent leads to inevitable yet enviable comparisons with the likes of Bob Dylan and Elliott Smith.

The lyrics of his dreamy first single, Burgers and Murders, highlight not just his ability but also his sense of humour – ‘Speak to the pigeons/maybe they speak Turkish too’. His guitar strumming also mirrors his vocal ability – it’s of exceptional quality with an impressive pace.

Fittingly, Campbell closes his set with “Mr. Robinson” – the final song on his recent debut release, the Twilight Bird EP, which is available now from digital retailers. It’s a beautiful record that uses the lack of post-production as an asset rather than a flaw.

Many singer/songwriters before him have attempted to create a marriage of convincing lyrics and catchy harmonies, yet Campbell appears to be well on his way to mastering the art – he just might need some painkillers.

MP3: Brendan Campbell – Burgers and Murders

It’s Hard To Ignore Pas/Cal

With a new album waiting in the wings, Detroit indie-pop princes and princesses Pas/Cal have unveiled yet another track from I Was Raised On Matthew, Mark, Luke, and Laura. “Glorious Ballad Of The Ignored” serves as a friendly reminder of the July 22nd release on Le Grande Magistery!

The folks at Stereogum had the chance to catch up with frontman Casimer Pascal about the newly released track. Responding to questions about being a nerd and the tune’s fantastic fake-out intro, Caz grants us a peek into his introspective style. Check out exactly what he had to say here, and while you’re at it, don’t be afraid to listen to the new track below.

MP3: Pas/Cal – Glorious Ballad Of The Ignored

The Minor Key: Kid Rock, Hip-High Hip Hop, And Underage Awesomeness

When I was 9, I took some pretty miserable piano lessons. They didn’t last long, partly because I couldn’t pay attention to anything for a full hour back then (let alone “Mary Had a Little Lamb”), and partly because I was scared shitless of my teacher. She was 70 years old, smelled like tartar sauce, and I swear the skin on her hands was almost clear. Like, spooky vein sushi. Bear in mind, though, this is a 15-year-old memory of Mrs. I Can Tell You Didn’t Practice Like I Told You To, so I can’t vouch completely for the accuracy. But I’d prefer to blame my early-exit on her spindly fingers, rather than, say, me wanting to play Duck Hunt every Tuesday and Thursday after school. Either way, I didn’t stick with it, didn’t pick much up, and, to this day, can only play “Chopsticks” and the Adams Family theme song on the keys. For shame. But when I fire up the Tube and see things like this, I realize it’s no big deal. I was already way past my prime. Washed up at 9. A never-was. A total loser.

Meanwhile, at 3 Years Old, Romanian pop sensation Cleopatra Stratan is the youngest tot to ever chart. Anywhere. In the world. Stratan’s dad is a musician, whose fingers probably don’t look like spooky vein sushi, and don’t scare her away from lessons. So her debut album, La Varsta De 3 Ani (At The Age Of Three), a surprisingly mature collection of auto-tune-adoring kiddie pop, birthed an international smash in the form of “Ghita,” a track about — I think — Stratan’s confusing ex boyfriend [reminder: she’s 3 Years Old]. The charm of the song is captured best by its video, which features an adorable Stratan lugging around a massive Suitcase For Grown Ups through city streets, and waiting on a train that never seems to come. You remember Jordy, the French baby who sang “Dur dur d’être bébé” (“It’s Tough to Be a Baby”)? Yeah, he was 4 and a half when that song broke. Geeeeeeezer!

Then there’s the middle schooler resting under the wing of B’more club maestro DJ Rod Lee. The 14-year-old DJ Lil Jay follows in an illustrius Lil queue of underage whipersnappers — Romeo, Bow Wow, et. al. But Jay is a different monster all together, eschewing the pregnant ego of mainstream hip hop for grooves dusted in Charm City dirt. About his album Operation Playtime, Seattle Weekly rightly rattles: “jackhammer beats, Eamon homages, dusty breaks, block politics, and synth-horn stabs played in the key of dance your ass off.” Saucy language to describe a kid’s record. But, uh, not one with a song called “F*** That,” right?

And what about every indie rocker’s favorite set of sororal 90’s babies? Smoosh — known to Mom and Dad as Asya and Chloe — have been writing keyboard and drum-led pop music since they were 6 and 8, respectively. Here’s the skinny: the fam was in line at a music shop, waiting to re-string a violin, when the girls wandered into the drum section and made friends with Death Cab For Cutie‘s kitman Jason McGerr. He offered to help out, and they did what any self-respecting 6/8 year olds would do. “Uh, sorry mister, death what for who?” But they stuck with McGerr and, as a result, have churned out some quality stuff — namely 2006’s Free to Stay — over the past 8 years. Nowadays, they’re practically dinosaurs — one of them can drive(!). A car(!). But, man, when they were in their prime…

So, the moral of the story? Strike while the iron is hot, people. You’ve got — max — eight years to make an impact. So get your kids in lessons. Ignore them if they complain about the tartar sauce smell. It’s for their own good.

I’ll Tell You What

There’s a band called J Roddy Walston & The Business. They’re just about the best band I’ve ever seen. Look at them, going bonkers at SXSW. (Thanks for the photo, Brendan.)

J Roddy runs the show, writes catchy songs, plays piano, jumps over piano. The Business is an all-star team, shredders. Together, they’re Baltimore, MD’s own version of The Faces. They play catchy anthemic DUDE ROCK that reminds me of Andrew WK and NRBQ. When Craig Finn says “bar bands,” I think “J Roddy Walston & The Business.”

Here’s the best part: If you’re in NYC this weekend, you can watch these hairy gents go apesh*t FOR FREE on Sunday, June 29. They’re opening for The (mighty) Hold Steady at JellyNYC’s first Pool Party of the 2008 season (2pm, McCarren Park Pool in Williamsburg, Brooklyn).

Get there early.

Dizzee With Laughter

If a new video from The Brighton Port Authority, David Byrne of the Talking Heads, and UK grime sensation Dizzee Rascal doesn’t grab attention in the first place, MAYBE the naked people will!?! “Toe Jam,” the latest slab Dizzee lends his rhyming skills to, definitely turns heads — including the talking kind! OH! Yeah, we couldn’t resist.

Musically speaking (as if that really matters, I mean c’mon — naked people?) it’s pretty catchy, and you’ll want to sing and rap along with David and Dizzee, respectively. Of course, the FCC would cringe at this one if it wasn’t for the best part of the clip, those handy dandy censor bars. Keep a look out for how the video uses them to form everything from smiley faces to the best 80s invention not called the Rubix Cube: that’s right, a game of PONG! Incredible, huh?

MP3: Dizzee Rascal – Where’s Da Gs