Thursday, May 30, 2013
Good Grief, that's a Long Time between Posts
New stuff coming soon, going to try a few new things and break up the longer pieces with some quicker material. In the meantime, just a few points of interest.
A) My top 10 albums of 2012 (late as usual)
1). Cloud Nothings - Attack on Memory
2). METZ - METZ
3). Sharon Van Etten - Tramp
4). Chromatics - Kill for Love
5). The Men - Open Your Heart
6). Swans - The Seer
7). Bat for Lashes - The Haunted Man
8). DIIV - Oshin
9). Melody's Echo Chamber - Melody's Echo Chamber
10). Spiritualized - Sweet Heart Sweet Light
B) Current running list of best albums of 2013
My Bloody Valentine - mbv (holy crap, it's not just out, it's really, really good)
Savages - Silence Yourself (extremely derivative, but really effective in its derivations)
The Joy Formidable - Wolf's Law
The Knife - Chasing the Habitual (still parsing this one, but it's an incredibly effective and impressive achievement)
Youth Lagoon - Wonderous Bughouse
The National - Trouble Will Find Me
The Flaming Lips - The Terror (for as "wacky" as they have gotten with their gimmicks and stunts, the actual music and videos these guys have put out following "At War With the Mystics" is DARK - way darker than anything they did before, even the stunt collaboration record is pretty grimy (and great))
Iceage - You're Nothing
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Top 10 Albums of 2010
I am shocked and ashamed that my last post on this blog was my top ten for 2009. How did I go over a year between posts? Hopefully this will be the start of a somewhat more regular posting schedule. I have some good ideas for the future, so... here's hoping.
I will admit that when I started putting this list together, I was worried I would struggle to find even 5 albums good enough to justify a "best of" rating. I just could not find myself getting excited about much of anything I had heard this year. Ultimately, 2010 was an incredibly down year for the kinds of records which are generally in my wheelhouse, and that colored my view of the entire scene. Once I opened up to some of the genres which I have a tendency to give short shrift to, I realized this was a REALLY good year for music. I had 20 albums on my final short-list, and these final 10 are only slightly better than any of the also-rans. By the way, those last ten out are, in no particular order, the 2010 releases by The National, The Depreciation Guild, Alcest, Agollach, Beach House, Black Mountain, Warpaint, Superchunk, The Drums, and Malory.
Interestingly, where 2010 required me to expand my horizons to find quality that I had missed during the year, I have already fallen in love with a number of 2011 releases from Asobi Seksu, The Joy Formidable, The Dirtbombs, Yuck, Papercuts, Minks, and Frank Ocean, basically ensuring that the this year's list will be at least equally frustrating to put together, but for completely different reasons. Anyway, here we go:
10) Ghost - Opus Eponymos: I have always had a problem answering whether I was "into metal". I love Black Sabbath and Mastodon, LOVE Iron Maiden, Slayer, and Motorhead, enjoy some of the Discharge and D-Beat stuff, etc. However, I kind of loath much of what is considered metal these days. The music itself is often fine, but the vocals which alternate between cookie monster, banshee, and Scott Stapp just completely kill my interest most of the time. While this is still true, my appreciation for metal (and my quantity listened to) increased exponentially this year. I chalk this up to the near-complete dearth of any interesting punk or garage records this year and my overwhelming need to listen to loud guitars. It is interesting (to me at least), that the first version of this list had FOUR metal albums on it. While I do not necessarily believe this Ghost album is "better" than either the Alcest or Agollach albums, it is the one I like listening to the most of the three. Ultimately, I am a melody (or at least hook) fiend - if I cannot hum a song after I hear it, I likely will not return to it much. Ghost makes INCREDIBLY catchy metal pop, which may come off as a damning statement to some, but it is not meant as such. The best metal has always been melody driven - Motorhead, Maiden, Mercyful Fate, Sabbath, Priest, Dio (RIP), etc. The abandonment of hooks has killed my interest in the genre. Ghost (and the other metal album appearing here) helped bring it back. The lyrics are morbid, grotesque, and absurd. The presentation is OUTSTANDING (youtube some clips). Ultimately, though, the melodies are just so sturdy and the riffs so hooky that I could not not love this record. I used the phrase "power-pop metal" in describing this to a friend, and I stand by that description.
9) Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark BLAH BLAH BLAH: I loathe putting this record on my list. I really do. I cannot stand Kanye. I cannot stand the fawning reception this record received. I cannot stand feeding this man's massive love affair with his own brilliance. And yet. Here it is. Kanye West, for as flawed as he is as a person and a rapper, and for as spotty as most of his albums are, is a genius producer. The compositions he creates are immaculate - filled to the brim with hidden elements, surprises, twists, and sharp turns. This is not a perfect record, there is some filler and some tracks which continue to fall into genre cliche. However, on a whole, this is an adventurous and complex epic with too many brilliant moments not to qualify as a highlight of the year in music.
8) Cee-Lo Green - The Lady Killer: I have yet to dislike anything Cee-Lo Green has put out. He is the closest thing we have to a contemporary soul genius - an extremely talented soul singer-songwriter who is completely unafraid to take risks. This is certainly his least risky album yet (and no, putting out a single with the F-word in the title does not qualify as a risk in this day and age). It is still an incredibly well-developed, well-written, and solid set of songs, and that is more than enough. The genius of "F*** You" is not in the internet buzz-generating title and chorus, but in the perfectly delivered line, "I guess he's an X-Box, and I'm more Atari" - Cee-Lo successfully straddles that divide, putting out old-school-quality soul in a contemporary package.
7) Monster Movie - Everyone is a Ghost: Not much to say about this one. Incredibly solid set of subdued shoegaze from the non-Mojave 3 members of Slowdive. "Fall" is one of the best songs of the year and the entire album is just superb. Criminally overlooked.
6) Broken Social Scene - Forgiveness Rock Record: I was not anticipating this record. Loved their first two albums, could not have possibly cared less for the line of "Broken Social Scene presents..." quasi-solo albums released since. It took me a long time to even give this one a chance. The element of surprise that dominated those first two records is almost completely gone - nothing here seems out of their established wheelhouse. Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter. "World Sick" is one of the great album openers, setting out that, while this record may not be unexpected, that doesn't make it unexciting. The album is a little overlong, and some of the songs (Highway Slipper Jam, Me and My Hand) are a little undercooked, but the vast majority of the record is more of the top-notch combination of post-rock, stadium anthems, and subdued dream pop that made those first two BSS albums so indelible and which was sorely lacking in the interim records. Surprise of the year.
5) Coin Under Tongue - Reception: (Free download here) If Yuck is presently mining the early-90's alternative rock radio nostalgia trip, Coin Under Tongue is mining the same era's more underground elements, taking bits of the Jesus & Mary Chain, the Jesus Lizard, Mudhoney, and any number of like-minded hard rock and noise acts. If that appeals to you, you'll love this record - nuff said.
4) Ceremony - Rocket Fire: Was there ever any doubt that a band named after one of my three favorite New Order songs and featuring members of Skywave would not be one of my favorite acts of the year? Do they do anything that wouldn't be expected of that background? No. Do they live up to that lofty ideal? They come REALLY close. The best shoegaze, noise pop record of the year in a year when that style became really trendy to attempt.
3) Gorillaz - Plastic Beach: Raise your hands if you expected that Damon Albarn would become perhaps the most startlingly inventive and unique artist in pop, and that his current music would have almost nothing directly to do with his being British. My hand is up, at least. I could write 10,000 words about this album and still feel I hadn't scratched the surface of what Albarn accomplished. "Stylo" is clearly a highlight, bringing Bobby Womack's brilliance to a new generation alongside Mos Def, but it doesn't come close to summing up the album. Wacky while still incisive, playful and melancholy, poppy but aggressively artistic and difficult. This may not be Albarn's greatest album, but it is perhaps the greatest argument for why he can NEVER be overestimated.
2) Janelle Monae - The ArchAndroid: The only artist who is seriously competing with Albarn for that inventiveness and uniqueness crown (sorry Gaga, write a song that even remotely resembles your theatrics and maybe we can talk). Simply cateloging the number of hats Monae tries on here is staggering - everything from incredibly tight funk jams to British folk to cabaret to genuinely exciting hard rock (not the generally toned-down version of rock that most soul artists traffic in when they try to incorporate the genre). The story behind the concept album may be inscrutable (what else is new), but the emotion and gravitas behind it is evident in every lyric Monae sings. The theatricality that led here to go to New York to be on Broadway serves her well to adapt her tone and style with each new wrinkle. This is a SUPERB debut album (after a very strong EP), and is without a doubt the most exciting new development in music this year.
1) Kylesa - Spiral Shadow: I cannot make the argument that this is a "better" album than at least a few other albums on this list. It's not. It is, however, the record I enjoyed listening to the most this year. Instrumentally, this is the sound of an incredibly tight metal band covering the collected works of Built to Spill and Archers of Loaf. The vocals use the "growling" male metal vocals of Philip Cope to great effect both by pairing them with the beautiful but gritty female vocals of Laura Pleasance (who takes lead on the clear highlight "To Forget") and by breaking out into more traditional hard rock vocals (as on the spectacular "Don't Look Back"). Simply put, I love every minute of this record and look forward to it staying in my ready rotation for years to come.
I will admit that when I started putting this list together, I was worried I would struggle to find even 5 albums good enough to justify a "best of" rating. I just could not find myself getting excited about much of anything I had heard this year. Ultimately, 2010 was an incredibly down year for the kinds of records which are generally in my wheelhouse, and that colored my view of the entire scene. Once I opened up to some of the genres which I have a tendency to give short shrift to, I realized this was a REALLY good year for music. I had 20 albums on my final short-list, and these final 10 are only slightly better than any of the also-rans. By the way, those last ten out are, in no particular order, the 2010 releases by The National, The Depreciation Guild, Alcest, Agollach, Beach House, Black Mountain, Warpaint, Superchunk, The Drums, and Malory.
Interestingly, where 2010 required me to expand my horizons to find quality that I had missed during the year, I have already fallen in love with a number of 2011 releases from Asobi Seksu, The Joy Formidable, The Dirtbombs, Yuck, Papercuts, Minks, and Frank Ocean, basically ensuring that the this year's list will be at least equally frustrating to put together, but for completely different reasons. Anyway, here we go:
10) Ghost - Opus Eponymos: I have always had a problem answering whether I was "into metal". I love Black Sabbath and Mastodon, LOVE Iron Maiden, Slayer, and Motorhead, enjoy some of the Discharge and D-Beat stuff, etc. However, I kind of loath much of what is considered metal these days. The music itself is often fine, but the vocals which alternate between cookie monster, banshee, and Scott Stapp just completely kill my interest most of the time. While this is still true, my appreciation for metal (and my quantity listened to) increased exponentially this year. I chalk this up to the near-complete dearth of any interesting punk or garage records this year and my overwhelming need to listen to loud guitars. It is interesting (to me at least), that the first version of this list had FOUR metal albums on it. While I do not necessarily believe this Ghost album is "better" than either the Alcest or Agollach albums, it is the one I like listening to the most of the three. Ultimately, I am a melody (or at least hook) fiend - if I cannot hum a song after I hear it, I likely will not return to it much. Ghost makes INCREDIBLY catchy metal pop, which may come off as a damning statement to some, but it is not meant as such. The best metal has always been melody driven - Motorhead, Maiden, Mercyful Fate, Sabbath, Priest, Dio (RIP), etc. The abandonment of hooks has killed my interest in the genre. Ghost (and the other metal album appearing here) helped bring it back. The lyrics are morbid, grotesque, and absurd. The presentation is OUTSTANDING (youtube some clips). Ultimately, though, the melodies are just so sturdy and the riffs so hooky that I could not not love this record. I used the phrase "power-pop metal" in describing this to a friend, and I stand by that description.
9) Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark BLAH BLAH BLAH: I loathe putting this record on my list. I really do. I cannot stand Kanye. I cannot stand the fawning reception this record received. I cannot stand feeding this man's massive love affair with his own brilliance. And yet. Here it is. Kanye West, for as flawed as he is as a person and a rapper, and for as spotty as most of his albums are, is a genius producer. The compositions he creates are immaculate - filled to the brim with hidden elements, surprises, twists, and sharp turns. This is not a perfect record, there is some filler and some tracks which continue to fall into genre cliche. However, on a whole, this is an adventurous and complex epic with too many brilliant moments not to qualify as a highlight of the year in music.
8) Cee-Lo Green - The Lady Killer: I have yet to dislike anything Cee-Lo Green has put out. He is the closest thing we have to a contemporary soul genius - an extremely talented soul singer-songwriter who is completely unafraid to take risks. This is certainly his least risky album yet (and no, putting out a single with the F-word in the title does not qualify as a risk in this day and age). It is still an incredibly well-developed, well-written, and solid set of songs, and that is more than enough. The genius of "F*** You" is not in the internet buzz-generating title and chorus, but in the perfectly delivered line, "I guess he's an X-Box, and I'm more Atari" - Cee-Lo successfully straddles that divide, putting out old-school-quality soul in a contemporary package.
7) Monster Movie - Everyone is a Ghost: Not much to say about this one. Incredibly solid set of subdued shoegaze from the non-Mojave 3 members of Slowdive. "Fall" is one of the best songs of the year and the entire album is just superb. Criminally overlooked.
6) Broken Social Scene - Forgiveness Rock Record: I was not anticipating this record. Loved their first two albums, could not have possibly cared less for the line of "Broken Social Scene presents..." quasi-solo albums released since. It took me a long time to even give this one a chance. The element of surprise that dominated those first two records is almost completely gone - nothing here seems out of their established wheelhouse. Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter. "World Sick" is one of the great album openers, setting out that, while this record may not be unexpected, that doesn't make it unexciting. The album is a little overlong, and some of the songs (Highway Slipper Jam, Me and My Hand) are a little undercooked, but the vast majority of the record is more of the top-notch combination of post-rock, stadium anthems, and subdued dream pop that made those first two BSS albums so indelible and which was sorely lacking in the interim records. Surprise of the year.
5) Coin Under Tongue - Reception: (Free download here) If Yuck is presently mining the early-90's alternative rock radio nostalgia trip, Coin Under Tongue is mining the same era's more underground elements, taking bits of the Jesus & Mary Chain, the Jesus Lizard, Mudhoney, and any number of like-minded hard rock and noise acts. If that appeals to you, you'll love this record - nuff said.
4) Ceremony - Rocket Fire: Was there ever any doubt that a band named after one of my three favorite New Order songs and featuring members of Skywave would not be one of my favorite acts of the year? Do they do anything that wouldn't be expected of that background? No. Do they live up to that lofty ideal? They come REALLY close. The best shoegaze, noise pop record of the year in a year when that style became really trendy to attempt.
3) Gorillaz - Plastic Beach: Raise your hands if you expected that Damon Albarn would become perhaps the most startlingly inventive and unique artist in pop, and that his current music would have almost nothing directly to do with his being British. My hand is up, at least. I could write 10,000 words about this album and still feel I hadn't scratched the surface of what Albarn accomplished. "Stylo" is clearly a highlight, bringing Bobby Womack's brilliance to a new generation alongside Mos Def, but it doesn't come close to summing up the album. Wacky while still incisive, playful and melancholy, poppy but aggressively artistic and difficult. This may not be Albarn's greatest album, but it is perhaps the greatest argument for why he can NEVER be overestimated.
2) Janelle Monae - The ArchAndroid: The only artist who is seriously competing with Albarn for that inventiveness and uniqueness crown (sorry Gaga, write a song that even remotely resembles your theatrics and maybe we can talk). Simply cateloging the number of hats Monae tries on here is staggering - everything from incredibly tight funk jams to British folk to cabaret to genuinely exciting hard rock (not the generally toned-down version of rock that most soul artists traffic in when they try to incorporate the genre). The story behind the concept album may be inscrutable (what else is new), but the emotion and gravitas behind it is evident in every lyric Monae sings. The theatricality that led here to go to New York to be on Broadway serves her well to adapt her tone and style with each new wrinkle. This is a SUPERB debut album (after a very strong EP), and is without a doubt the most exciting new development in music this year.
1) Kylesa - Spiral Shadow: I cannot make the argument that this is a "better" album than at least a few other albums on this list. It's not. It is, however, the record I enjoyed listening to the most this year. Instrumentally, this is the sound of an incredibly tight metal band covering the collected works of Built to Spill and Archers of Loaf. The vocals use the "growling" male metal vocals of Philip Cope to great effect both by pairing them with the beautiful but gritty female vocals of Laura Pleasance (who takes lead on the clear highlight "To Forget") and by breaking out into more traditional hard rock vocals (as on the spectacular "Don't Look Back"). Simply put, I love every minute of this record and look forward to it staying in my ready rotation for years to come.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Top 10(+) Albums of 2009
While I the last few years have been less than thrilling for new music, leaving the year-end lists a little underwhelming, 2009 has been an absolutely amazing year. My 2008 list (located here) featured a few stretches just to get to 10 (The Lodger, Deerhunter, and the Gutter Twins, while all good albums, really don't deserve to be on a best-of-the-year list), and does not feature a single album on my short list for the best of the decade. In contrast, I could easily do a top 20 for this year without straining, and I am sure one or two will make it on my decade list. Also, this is only for new stuff, otherwise Death's For the World to See would be number 1, without question. With that said, here we go:
11) (tie) Fleeting Joys - Occult Radiance / The Sleepover Disaster - Hover - As much as I love these albums, I simply can't completely get behind them. Both do an AMAZING job of pushing every shoegaze-loving button in my body (Fleeting Joys clearly channeling My Bloody Valentine and Sleepover Disaster going more to the Slowdive/Pale Saints side), but it's almost too easy. Neither of these albums take the slightest chances, and never go outside of the pre-defined shoegaze box. Neither band has any individual character at all, just a set of reference points to past glories in the genre. With that said, both albums feature tons of great songs. For the amount that I've listened to them and enjoyed them, I have to feature them on the list. I just hope both bands push themselves a little more on their next albums, and actually try to make music that isn't just a set of citations to their album collections.
10) The Soundtrack of Our Lives - Communion - On paper, I should kind of hate this. Double-disc prog rock epics are not usually in my sweet spot, but when you add absolutely ace song-craft, melodies and hooks galore, and a tight band that doesn't float away in the ether of the orchestrations, there is some different calculus going on. Over the course of 90 minutes and 24 songs, the band never loses its focus on the songs themselves. While there are some tracks that fall below the numerous highlights, the album never once sinks into embarrassing pretension. Now if only I could actually look at the cover art...
9) The Joy Formidable - A Balloon Called Moaning - At 29 minutes and seven songs, almost more of an EP, but they call it an album, so it fits here. The best pure sugar rush I heard this year, coming off like the bratty little sister to Velocity Girl - just tons of fun.
8) Handsome Furs - Face Control - I liked the first Wolf Parade album quite a bit, have not heard the second, and have been pretty unimpressed with what I have heard of Sunset Rubdown. With that out of the way, this second album from the side-project of Wolf Parade's Dan Boeckner and his wife surprised me quite a bit. Pulsing dance-punk with hooks and attitude to spare. Including a great tribute/homage/cover to my favorite New Order song is not going to hurt my rating, obviously. Great cover art as well.
7) Mos Def - The Ecstatic - Not the best year for hip-hop, with some major disappointments along the way, but this one surprised the heck out of me. With as phoned-in as his last few efforts had been, it seemed that Mos had shifted his interests to his acting and other endeavors, putting the music on the backburner. The first track, "Supermagic" on his new effort, with its gnarled guitar samples and raging energy quickly put the lie to this belief. Tight, creative, ecletic, and focused in a way that hip-hop albums rarely are, this is a welcome comeback from an artist I had completely written off.
6) The Flaming Lips - Embryonic - Like Mos Def, I had written off The Flaming Lips as having mellowed out to the point that they were virtually Adult Contemporary - good, kind of weird Adult Contemporary, but Adult Contemporary nonetheless. Then this monster falls out of the sky. I still have yet to fully wrap my head around this album, or the bizarre videos that have accompanied it, but I know I like it. Dark, challenging, paranoid, unique - The Flaming Lips at their absolute weirdest.
5) A Place to Bury Strangers - Exploding Head - This is basically part two of their first album. Not a ton of growth, but no matter. This is a top-notch set of noisy, feedback-laden, aggressive, ear-splittingly loud, energetic tunes. I will be a bit disappointed if their third album doesn't exhibit some stylistic evolution, but for now, this is absolutely perfect.
4) Franz Ferdinand - Tonight - For as much as I love Franz Ferdinand's first two albums, I loved the sharp songwriting and rock attitude more than the dance beats, so the fact that they put out a pretty dance-heavy record initially disappointed me. However, as time passed, this grew on me quite a bit. It's not to the level of their first two albums, but it's still head and shoulders above their competition. Alex Kapranos still is one of the most underrated songwriters in the market, and his band is just top notch.
3) Asobi Seksu - Hush - I loved their second album, Citrus, which was a gigantic sugar rush of an album, so the more sedate, plaintive nature of this set confused me initially. Here they go back to some of the roots of their shoegaze origins, to the dream-pop of the early 80's and come back with an album that could have been released by The Cocteau Twins - and it would have been one of their best efforts as well.
2) Dinosaur Jr. - Farm - The confirmation that Dinosaur Jr. is genuinely back as an on-going concern. The first "come back" album featuring the original trio, Beyond, suffered from an over-abundance of enthusiasm, sometimes becoming tiring in its eagerness to please (and sometimes ruining potentially great songs with over-long meandering solos). Farm is a calmer, more even-handed record. This is the sound of a band that knows it's great and has nothing to prove to anybody. They just produce the best pure rock album of the year as if it was easiest thing in the world.
1) The Big Pink - A Brief History of Love - One of the most impressive debut albums of the decade. While their initial single, "Velvet" is still the best song they have produced, the fact that every song on the album competes with its brilliance is very impressive. Equally impressive is that, while it mines a lot of the same shoegaze and Jesus & Mary Chain reference points that many other bands are appropriating, this band manages to put a number of unique spins on the formula that shows that not only are they not a one-trick pony parroting the past, but they have a good handle on their own sound that indicates they are capable of even more. I have described the album to my friends as Automatic-era JAMC trying to be the biggest pop band in the world, and the description seems to hold up. Noise rock merged with big drums and incredible pop hooks, with the vocals right out in front. Easily the album I have loved the most this year, and one that I will be listening to for years to come.
11) (tie) Fleeting Joys - Occult Radiance / The Sleepover Disaster - Hover - As much as I love these albums, I simply can't completely get behind them. Both do an AMAZING job of pushing every shoegaze-loving button in my body (Fleeting Joys clearly channeling My Bloody Valentine and Sleepover Disaster going more to the Slowdive/Pale Saints side), but it's almost too easy. Neither of these albums take the slightest chances, and never go outside of the pre-defined shoegaze box. Neither band has any individual character at all, just a set of reference points to past glories in the genre. With that said, both albums feature tons of great songs. For the amount that I've listened to them and enjoyed them, I have to feature them on the list. I just hope both bands push themselves a little more on their next albums, and actually try to make music that isn't just a set of citations to their album collections.
10) The Soundtrack of Our Lives - Communion - On paper, I should kind of hate this. Double-disc prog rock epics are not usually in my sweet spot, but when you add absolutely ace song-craft, melodies and hooks galore, and a tight band that doesn't float away in the ether of the orchestrations, there is some different calculus going on. Over the course of 90 minutes and 24 songs, the band never loses its focus on the songs themselves. While there are some tracks that fall below the numerous highlights, the album never once sinks into embarrassing pretension. Now if only I could actually look at the cover art...
9) The Joy Formidable - A Balloon Called Moaning - At 29 minutes and seven songs, almost more of an EP, but they call it an album, so it fits here. The best pure sugar rush I heard this year, coming off like the bratty little sister to Velocity Girl - just tons of fun.
8) Handsome Furs - Face Control - I liked the first Wolf Parade album quite a bit, have not heard the second, and have been pretty unimpressed with what I have heard of Sunset Rubdown. With that out of the way, this second album from the side-project of Wolf Parade's Dan Boeckner and his wife surprised me quite a bit. Pulsing dance-punk with hooks and attitude to spare. Including a great tribute/homage/cover to my favorite New Order song is not going to hurt my rating, obviously. Great cover art as well.
7) Mos Def - The Ecstatic - Not the best year for hip-hop, with some major disappointments along the way, but this one surprised the heck out of me. With as phoned-in as his last few efforts had been, it seemed that Mos had shifted his interests to his acting and other endeavors, putting the music on the backburner. The first track, "Supermagic" on his new effort, with its gnarled guitar samples and raging energy quickly put the lie to this belief. Tight, creative, ecletic, and focused in a way that hip-hop albums rarely are, this is a welcome comeback from an artist I had completely written off.
6) The Flaming Lips - Embryonic - Like Mos Def, I had written off The Flaming Lips as having mellowed out to the point that they were virtually Adult Contemporary - good, kind of weird Adult Contemporary, but Adult Contemporary nonetheless. Then this monster falls out of the sky. I still have yet to fully wrap my head around this album, or the bizarre videos that have accompanied it, but I know I like it. Dark, challenging, paranoid, unique - The Flaming Lips at their absolute weirdest.
5) A Place to Bury Strangers - Exploding Head - This is basically part two of their first album. Not a ton of growth, but no matter. This is a top-notch set of noisy, feedback-laden, aggressive, ear-splittingly loud, energetic tunes. I will be a bit disappointed if their third album doesn't exhibit some stylistic evolution, but for now, this is absolutely perfect.
4) Franz Ferdinand - Tonight - For as much as I love Franz Ferdinand's first two albums, I loved the sharp songwriting and rock attitude more than the dance beats, so the fact that they put out a pretty dance-heavy record initially disappointed me. However, as time passed, this grew on me quite a bit. It's not to the level of their first two albums, but it's still head and shoulders above their competition. Alex Kapranos still is one of the most underrated songwriters in the market, and his band is just top notch.
3) Asobi Seksu - Hush - I loved their second album, Citrus, which was a gigantic sugar rush of an album, so the more sedate, plaintive nature of this set confused me initially. Here they go back to some of the roots of their shoegaze origins, to the dream-pop of the early 80's and come back with an album that could have been released by The Cocteau Twins - and it would have been one of their best efforts as well.
2) Dinosaur Jr. - Farm - The confirmation that Dinosaur Jr. is genuinely back as an on-going concern. The first "come back" album featuring the original trio, Beyond, suffered from an over-abundance of enthusiasm, sometimes becoming tiring in its eagerness to please (and sometimes ruining potentially great songs with over-long meandering solos). Farm is a calmer, more even-handed record. This is the sound of a band that knows it's great and has nothing to prove to anybody. They just produce the best pure rock album of the year as if it was easiest thing in the world.
1) The Big Pink - A Brief History of Love - One of the most impressive debut albums of the decade. While their initial single, "Velvet" is still the best song they have produced, the fact that every song on the album competes with its brilliance is very impressive. Equally impressive is that, while it mines a lot of the same shoegaze and Jesus & Mary Chain reference points that many other bands are appropriating, this band manages to put a number of unique spins on the formula that shows that not only are they not a one-trick pony parroting the past, but they have a good handle on their own sound that indicates they are capable of even more. I have described the album to my friends as Automatic-era JAMC trying to be the biggest pop band in the world, and the description seems to hold up. Noise rock merged with big drums and incredible pop hooks, with the vocals right out in front. Easily the album I have loved the most this year, and one that I will be listening to for years to come.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
"We are the army you see through the red haze of blood" - Horror in Music
This comes a full one day after Halloween, as I completely forgot to post this yesterday. Think of this as giving you a full 364 day head start on your October listening for Halloween 2010 (which sounds like a terrible Stanley Kubrick/John Carpenter mash-up - The Monolith is Michael Myers!). ANYWAY, I am a notorious wuss when it comes to horror-themed entertainment, be it movies, books, or even music. Blood and gore doesn't bother me, and, while I hate BOO! type scares, those aren't really what I am talking about either. Instead, I am fairly easily scared by genuinely creepy things. The Shining, Romero's first three Dead films, the first Nightmare on Elm Street, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (if you haven't seen it, I recommend it, but be prepared), etc., those things scare me more than they should.
For the most part, music that is explicitly horror-themed just can't measure up. While horror-based rock music has been around for a long time (see, e.g., Screamin' Jay Hawkins). While I have an odd love for Iron Maiden and Black Sabbath, even though they use plenty of horror elements in their lyrics, I have never found myself even slightly disturbed by a bit of it. It's kind of like the old Universal horror films, I know they are great, I know they're supposed to be scary, but, while I enjoy them, they don't bother me.
Likewise, the Misfits, the Cramps, and the Damned use LOTS of horror imagery, but their appeal is in more of the campy, B-movie horror variety. Tons of fun, but not scary in slightest - it's hard to take Danzig seriously while he's singing "I want your skull!" in his over-the-top "scary" voice, and even less so to hear Lux Interior (R.I.P.) singing "I've got 96 tears... and 96 eyes". This is not to knock any of these bands, as I love 'em to death, but they really are the Evil Dead 2 or Dead Alive of the scary music genre.
There are also the more "gothic" (and I use the quotes for a reason) bands, which call to mind more of the Interview With the Vampire, The Hunger, The Lost Boys, Near Dark (kind of), and even (ugh) Twilight. Basically, music that presents a more "romantic" view of horror themes. Some of these groups are great (I'll vouch for early Bauhaus any day, and The Cure (sorry Mike, you are right, though - Pornography is scary stuff) and Joy Division arguably somewhat fall into this category), but there is a TON of terrible stuff under this banner, which has recently sky-rocket due to the over-lap between the sub-emo "scene" that has embraced teen girls' obsession over Twilight.
The music that genuinely gives me chills comes from stuff that is a little more off the beaten path. Some of it is not necessarily meant to be "scary" music, such as some Robert Johnson, Leadbelly ("In the Pines" is a terrifying song), or even most Joy Division. It's scary music about the fact that everyday life is often really terrifying much of the time.
However, this is not to say that explicitly horror-themed music cannot achieve its goals - Liars They Were Wrong, So We Drowned, a concept album about witches, is one of the creepiest things I have ever heard. While the lyrics (including the title of this post) can be sort of absurd, the constant feeling of unease, odd sounds, creepy instrumentation (the drums most notably) all add up to an album that is really disturbing to listen to while walking or driving on a dark autumn night. Sonically, the closest parallel I can make is that it sounds like "Mole"-era Residents covering The Shining soundtrack (as if the Residents aren't creepy enough). Basically, it sounds like a David Lynch silent film about witches in audio play format. Likewise, while The Residents and Liars effectively evoke the the sense of creeping unease and absurdity that permeates Lynch's better work, His Name is Alive, perhaps the most under-rated genuinely scary band, pulls more from David Cronenberg's "body horror" sub-genre. HNIA's second album, "Home is in Your Head" is just really, really unnerving (I wish I had a better word, but the only thing I can think of when I think of that album is "GAH!", and that's not exactly poetic). Seriously, though what other word is there for this? It's a loose concept album (I think), which seems to be either about an abused woman killing her husband or him killing her and her coming back to haunt him. Either way, it's incredibly effective, and pulls its horror from a deep sense of uncertainty, jarring shifts in tone and sonics, and Karin Oliver's uncanny vocal resemblance to a ghost. While the follow-up Mouth By Mouth doesn't achieve the same sustained effect (mostly because it is decidedly more song-based and straightforward), it has sections that are among the most unsettling in recorded music. "The Dirt Eaters", "Lip", "Cornfield", and "Ear", for example, perfectly evoke that sense of disgust and horror of the human body and biological process that Cronenberg expressed in "Videodrome" and "The Fly". Both albums are highly recommended (they are genuinely great works), but just be advised of the mood you need to be in to listen to them.
Anyway, while I love the Halloween season and the music that goes along with it. I will be somewhat glad to turn my iPod away from music that doesn't cause me to eye with unease the dark trees I run past with my dog in the evenings. It's almost time for Christmas music to make it's way onto my listening schedule, and you can't be too scared while this masterpiece is playing.
For the most part, music that is explicitly horror-themed just can't measure up. While horror-based rock music has been around for a long time (see, e.g., Screamin' Jay Hawkins). While I have an odd love for Iron Maiden and Black Sabbath, even though they use plenty of horror elements in their lyrics, I have never found myself even slightly disturbed by a bit of it. It's kind of like the old Universal horror films, I know they are great, I know they're supposed to be scary, but, while I enjoy them, they don't bother me.
Likewise, the Misfits, the Cramps, and the Damned use LOTS of horror imagery, but their appeal is in more of the campy, B-movie horror variety. Tons of fun, but not scary in slightest - it's hard to take Danzig seriously while he's singing "I want your skull!" in his over-the-top "scary" voice, and even less so to hear Lux Interior (R.I.P.) singing "I've got 96 tears... and 96 eyes". This is not to knock any of these bands, as I love 'em to death, but they really are the Evil Dead 2 or Dead Alive of the scary music genre.
There are also the more "gothic" (and I use the quotes for a reason) bands, which call to mind more of the Interview With the Vampire, The Hunger, The Lost Boys, Near Dark (kind of), and even (ugh) Twilight. Basically, music that presents a more "romantic" view of horror themes. Some of these groups are great (I'll vouch for early Bauhaus any day, and The Cure (sorry Mike, you are right, though - Pornography is scary stuff) and Joy Division arguably somewhat fall into this category), but there is a TON of terrible stuff under this banner, which has recently sky-rocket due to the over-lap between the sub-emo "scene" that has embraced teen girls' obsession over Twilight.
The music that genuinely gives me chills comes from stuff that is a little more off the beaten path. Some of it is not necessarily meant to be "scary" music, such as some Robert Johnson, Leadbelly ("In the Pines" is a terrifying song), or even most Joy Division. It's scary music about the fact that everyday life is often really terrifying much of the time.
However, this is not to say that explicitly horror-themed music cannot achieve its goals - Liars They Were Wrong, So We Drowned, a concept album about witches, is one of the creepiest things I have ever heard. While the lyrics (including the title of this post) can be sort of absurd, the constant feeling of unease, odd sounds, creepy instrumentation (the drums most notably) all add up to an album that is really disturbing to listen to while walking or driving on a dark autumn night. Sonically, the closest parallel I can make is that it sounds like "Mole"-era Residents covering The Shining soundtrack (as if the Residents aren't creepy enough). Basically, it sounds like a David Lynch silent film about witches in audio play format. Likewise, while The Residents and Liars effectively evoke the the sense of creeping unease and absurdity that permeates Lynch's better work, His Name is Alive, perhaps the most under-rated genuinely scary band, pulls more from David Cronenberg's "body horror" sub-genre. HNIA's second album, "Home is in Your Head" is just really, really unnerving (I wish I had a better word, but the only thing I can think of when I think of that album is "GAH!", and that's not exactly poetic). Seriously, though what other word is there for this? It's a loose concept album (I think), which seems to be either about an abused woman killing her husband or him killing her and her coming back to haunt him. Either way, it's incredibly effective, and pulls its horror from a deep sense of uncertainty, jarring shifts in tone and sonics, and Karin Oliver's uncanny vocal resemblance to a ghost. While the follow-up Mouth By Mouth doesn't achieve the same sustained effect (mostly because it is decidedly more song-based and straightforward), it has sections that are among the most unsettling in recorded music. "The Dirt Eaters", "Lip", "Cornfield", and "Ear", for example, perfectly evoke that sense of disgust and horror of the human body and biological process that Cronenberg expressed in "Videodrome" and "The Fly". Both albums are highly recommended (they are genuinely great works), but just be advised of the mood you need to be in to listen to them.
Anyway, while I love the Halloween season and the music that goes along with it. I will be somewhat glad to turn my iPod away from music that doesn't cause me to eye with unease the dark trees I run past with my dog in the evenings. It's almost time for Christmas music to make it's way onto my listening schedule, and you can't be too scared while this masterpiece is playing.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Dancing About Dancing About Architecture
I will admit that, despite my literary aspirations and my need to keep updated on my legal knowledge, I am far more likely to pick up a book about music than about anything else. My favorite book is Lipstick Traces by Greil Marcus (a pretty literary music book, to be sure, but still). Anyway, I just finished a couple of the many books on my growing "to be read" shelf, so here's what I thought of them.
Joe Carducci, Rock and the Pop Narcotic - This book is infuriating on at least two fronts, some intentional and some unintentional.
The intentional one is Carducci's constant, and almost pathological, interest in tearing down sacred cows and accepted theories regarding rock music. More to the point, he enjoys tearing down these idols with a pointedly foul mouth. While much of this is funny, and he usually makes a valid point, it gets a bit old over the course of book.
Further, Carducci's staunch political conservatism starts to grate as he constantly rages against "hippies", "liberals", and "feminists". While I am more than happy to read disparate viewpoint, Carducci's screeds have an unsufferable grating, pedantic tone. This carries over into his dismissal of much of the music industry and music criticism in particular. Carducci is obsessed with his long treatises on how out-of-touch music writers are to the music they cover, a fair point, but one Carducci beats into irrelevance by his constant repetition.
Carducci's intentionally limited view of what rock music is can also be irritating. Rock is defined as heavy music using drums, bass, and electric guitar, period. He summarily dismisses synth-based and other music that falls outside of this box as not "rock music", and seems insulted that it could ever be confused as such. There is a major flaw with this categorization which I never was able to overcome. I will agree that the umbrella of what the public deems rock music to be is absurdly large, as it basically covers all popular music that is not hip-hop, R&B, or vocal pop (and even then there is some cross-pollination). Truthfully, I can endorse Carducci's thesis here, that the definition of rock should be limited, and I can even accept his definition. However, in throwing out a number of styles, Carducci makes so attempt whatsoever to classify them as anything other than "not rock"- leaving the whole endeavor pretty pointless. Ultimately, its a straw man argument that Carducci puts up to say that his favorite bands are somehow more authentic and of greater value than bands he dislikes. Ultimately, Carducci's entire theme throughout the book is that the music industry and critical press is outdated, out of touch, and terminally flawed as it was unreceptive to Carducci's idea of the perfect rock band, Black Flag.
As down as I am about much of this book, what makes this discussion difficult is that I can't legitimately pan it and say it is of no interest. Carducci is brilliant, and parts of this book are exceptional. He has some insights into the music industry that are truly unique and fascinating, particularly the titular discussion of the "pop narcotic" which dooms bands to irrelevancy. A good and tough editor could have made this one of the great music books. Instead, it remains an irritating, over-long, infuriating, sloppy, one-sided, hopeless gem of a book.
Greg Prato, Grunge is Dead: The Oral History of Seattle Rock Music - In the tradition of Please Kill Me and We've Got the Neutron Bomb, this book attempts to draw together the recollections of those involved in the boom times of Seattle music at the beginning of the 90's to present a definitive history of the era. For the most part, Prato is successful at achieving his goals.
The first 1/3rd of the book, where Prato solicits memories of acts pre-dating the grunge era, does suffer from some major problems, the most egregious being that its pretty boring overall. Most of the anecdotes are some variation of "this band was really cool" or "punks weren't well regarded by the rest of society" or "everyone was really friendly and communal, before it got all commercial". Part of the blame for this is on the subjects, as they just don't present very interesting stories, but part of the blame has to fall on Prato, who needed to either ask better questions of his subjects or realize that, as he didn't have very interesting material, he needed to cut back on his coverage of that era.
Once the book gets into the Green River/Mother Love Bone era, though, things start to pick up. Prato assembles a very strong and diverse range of subjects, with only a few notable omissions (no Cornell, Lanegan, Novoselic, Grohl, or Love), but almost everyone else, including all of Pearl Jam, Mudhoney, the surviving members of Alice in Chains, the rest of Soundgarden, Tad Doyle, the Van Conner brothers, etc. For the most part, everyone is willing to discuss things from a "warts and all" perspective, and it is interesting to see events that are fairly well known in music circles from alternate perspectives (for example, seeing both sides of the infamous Green River show where the guest list was made up almost exclusively of music industry people who didn't bother to show up or realizing that Jerry Cantrell really does seem to be that much of a callous jerk). Prato has some issues with editing, in that he tries to have the book arranged by subject but also chronologically, leading to some confusion about exactly when certain things occurred in relation to others, but for the most part he keeps things moving. Highly recommended.
Joe Carducci, Rock and the Pop Narcotic - This book is infuriating on at least two fronts, some intentional and some unintentional.
The intentional one is Carducci's constant, and almost pathological, interest in tearing down sacred cows and accepted theories regarding rock music. More to the point, he enjoys tearing down these idols with a pointedly foul mouth. While much of this is funny, and he usually makes a valid point, it gets a bit old over the course of book.
Further, Carducci's staunch political conservatism starts to grate as he constantly rages against "hippies", "liberals", and "feminists". While I am more than happy to read disparate viewpoint, Carducci's screeds have an unsufferable grating, pedantic tone. This carries over into his dismissal of much of the music industry and music criticism in particular. Carducci is obsessed with his long treatises on how out-of-touch music writers are to the music they cover, a fair point, but one Carducci beats into irrelevance by his constant repetition.
Carducci's intentionally limited view of what rock music is can also be irritating. Rock is defined as heavy music using drums, bass, and electric guitar, period. He summarily dismisses synth-based and other music that falls outside of this box as not "rock music", and seems insulted that it could ever be confused as such. There is a major flaw with this categorization which I never was able to overcome. I will agree that the umbrella of what the public deems rock music to be is absurdly large, as it basically covers all popular music that is not hip-hop, R&B, or vocal pop (and even then there is some cross-pollination). Truthfully, I can endorse Carducci's thesis here, that the definition of rock should be limited, and I can even accept his definition. However, in throwing out a number of styles, Carducci makes so attempt whatsoever to classify them as anything other than "not rock"- leaving the whole endeavor pretty pointless. Ultimately, its a straw man argument that Carducci puts up to say that his favorite bands are somehow more authentic and of greater value than bands he dislikes. Ultimately, Carducci's entire theme throughout the book is that the music industry and critical press is outdated, out of touch, and terminally flawed as it was unreceptive to Carducci's idea of the perfect rock band, Black Flag.
As down as I am about much of this book, what makes this discussion difficult is that I can't legitimately pan it and say it is of no interest. Carducci is brilliant, and parts of this book are exceptional. He has some insights into the music industry that are truly unique and fascinating, particularly the titular discussion of the "pop narcotic" which dooms bands to irrelevancy. A good and tough editor could have made this one of the great music books. Instead, it remains an irritating, over-long, infuriating, sloppy, one-sided, hopeless gem of a book.
Greg Prato, Grunge is Dead: The Oral History of Seattle Rock Music - In the tradition of Please Kill Me and We've Got the Neutron Bomb, this book attempts to draw together the recollections of those involved in the boom times of Seattle music at the beginning of the 90's to present a definitive history of the era. For the most part, Prato is successful at achieving his goals.
The first 1/3rd of the book, where Prato solicits memories of acts pre-dating the grunge era, does suffer from some major problems, the most egregious being that its pretty boring overall. Most of the anecdotes are some variation of "this band was really cool" or "punks weren't well regarded by the rest of society" or "everyone was really friendly and communal, before it got all commercial". Part of the blame for this is on the subjects, as they just don't present very interesting stories, but part of the blame has to fall on Prato, who needed to either ask better questions of his subjects or realize that, as he didn't have very interesting material, he needed to cut back on his coverage of that era.
Once the book gets into the Green River/Mother Love Bone era, though, things start to pick up. Prato assembles a very strong and diverse range of subjects, with only a few notable omissions (no Cornell, Lanegan, Novoselic, Grohl, or Love), but almost everyone else, including all of Pearl Jam, Mudhoney, the surviving members of Alice in Chains, the rest of Soundgarden, Tad Doyle, the Van Conner brothers, etc. For the most part, everyone is willing to discuss things from a "warts and all" perspective, and it is interesting to see events that are fairly well known in music circles from alternate perspectives (for example, seeing both sides of the infamous Green River show where the guest list was made up almost exclusively of music industry people who didn't bother to show up or realizing that Jerry Cantrell really does seem to be that much of a callous jerk). Prato has some issues with editing, in that he tries to have the book arranged by subject but also chronologically, leading to some confusion about exactly when certain things occurred in relation to others, but for the most part he keeps things moving. Highly recommended.
Friday, August 14, 2009
So have we ever reached a consensus on what this decade is even called?
First of all, thank you to everyone who came out to the Cleveland Music Industry Panel. It was an amazing event. I met some great and fascinating people and learned a TON. I cannot wait for the next event from the Modern Revival Media people.
Ok, as we reach the last gasp of this decade, I've started thinking about lists - the perennial "best albums of the decade". What I find interesting and startling is that there seems to be a paucity of records that I just KNOW are going to be on all the critics' list at the end of this year. Every previous decade has had those albums that just stood out above the pack (i.e., for the 90's, Nevermind, Slanted & Enchanted, OK Computer, Odelay, Loveless, Screamadelia). There just doesn't seem to be one of those watershed albums that sort of defines this decade. Don't get me wrong, there was a lot of great music, but much of it either did not make enough of a long term impact to really reach that level of importance (let's face it, while Nevermind was a great album, its impact on the music industry, fashion, culture, etc. was what really made it one of the best albums of the 90's) or was so backwards looking in its inception that it couldn't really represent this decade (i.e., the countless bands doing the 80's revival thing).
Anyway, in lieu of trying to make an actual "best" of the decade, here is my unranked short list of my favorite albums of the last 10 years. Expect this to be updated constantly, and look for my final ranked list at the end of the year.
Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker
Might not be on my final list, but this album continues to amaze me. It's a true pinnacle of the alt-country genre, right as many of Adam's peers were either shifting away from the genre or becoming self-parody. Adams quickly proceeded to do both of those things, and has not been a consistent presence since, but that first album (and half of the second) and his Whiskeytown records remain true gems.
Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
I have a feeling their first album will be what is on most of the top lists, but it is a bit too twee to me (though parts of it are amazing, "Wake Up" most of all). This album was regarded as a bit of a step back for most fans, but I love it. It's a "big, important" rock album like those made by U2 or Springsteen, but absent the pretension that makes those records so insufferable at times.
Ash - Free All Angels
Without a doubt, the best pop(-punk) record of the decade, and probably the record I've actually listened to the most for the decade. The addition of Charlotte Hatherly (who would leave after the next album, sadly) on guitar and vocals adds a nice extra element to a band that was already extremely strong. I love this record, from the spry "Burn Baby Burn" to the swinging "Candy" to the swooning "Shining Light" to the wistful "Sometimes". Top-notch.
Asobi Seksu - Citrus
Pretty firmly established as one of the most consistent bands to come out of the decade, with three sublime albums. This one is their best, melding indelible melodies on top of some of the prettiest noise possible, but somehow always maintaining an aggression and propulsion that prevents second of this album from being boring.
The Decemberists - Castaways and Cutouts
I love The Decemberists, and their live show is a ton of fun. On record, though, their quirks and schtick can sometimes get the better of them. That's why this record works so well for me. It has a germ of the tropes they would later blow up into the basis of their work, but it's mostly just a great, quirky alt-country record with accordions.
The Dirtbombs - Magical Dangerous Noise
Oh man, I love this record. My favorite record of my favorite currently active band. Noisy, catchy, danceable, rocking, soulful, perfect.
Doves - The Last Broadcast
In the wake of Kid A, a number of British bands stepped up to the plate to take the "big emotional British guitar-rock band" throne that Radiohead abdicated to play with their electronics and soundscapes. Coldplay was the clear commercial winner of the ensuing fight, but Doves were the artistic winner, and this is their zenith.
Exploding Hearts - Guitar Romantic
Probably the greatest musical tragedy of the decade. Brilliant and exceptionally promising young band releases their first album, goes out to tour behind it, and encounter a tragic accident which claims the lives of many of the members. These guys could have been, should have been, huge. Instead, we just have this perfect scrappy garage-rock masterpiece to remember them by.
The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink
Robots
Say what you will about The Flaming Lips output this decade- it's AOR, mom-rock, whatever, and I will probably agree with at least part of what you say. I'm sad they lost the guitars as well. However, this record is GORGEOUS. When you have songs like "Fight Test" and "Do You Realize", who cares if people's parents like it? Everyone would fall in love with this record - it transcends every gap, like only that rarefied strata of pop music can.
Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand
Of all of the bands riding the odd mid-90's neo-disco-punk wave, Franz Ferdinand was always the one that seemed to have an actual chance of sticking around after the fad ended, as their lyrics, tunecraft, and musical diversity were way ahead of the pack. This has clearly turned out to be the case, as the other promising bands (i.e., Bloc Party, The Futureheads, Maximo Park) have failed to live up to their initial promise. I'm sure it helped that they were actually some of the older players in the game, and had some serious chops to back them up. All three of their albums have been top-notch, but its their first album which still impresses me the most. "Take Me Out" and "Dark of the Matinee" are just perfect songs.
Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere
The best soul album of the decade. If Al Green had kept playing the sonic innovator and not become a traditionalist (not that I'm bemoaning the great albums he made this decade), he would sound like this. Their second album, The Odd Couple may be even better, but this one has "Crazy" on it, so it's the one on this list.
Guided by Voices - Isolation Drills
With this album, GBV embraced the chance to make a big rock record, and they drilled it. "Chasing Heather Crazy", "Glad Girls", "Skills Like This", and the rest are big and bold rock anthems with a ton of heart. While I love lo-fi GBV, it always seemed like Pollard that embraced that style out of necessity or novelty rather than because it emphasized his songwriting or the talents of his band. As anyone who has been to a good GBV show knows, these guys rock, and it was great to see them make their rock statement.
Idlewild - 100 Broken Windows
Loud, anthemic quasi-punk rock with a singer who sounds like the guy from Trashcan Sinatras mixed with mid-period Michael Stipe. About as solid, durable, and lovable an album as came out this decade. Prior to this, they were a scrappy pop-punk act, following this, they moved toward bigger and bigger sounds (producing the indelible "You Held the World in Your Arms Tonight", by the way, which is easily among the top songs this decade), but also began to sink into some mid-tempo boredom. This album is their zenith so far, perfectly mixing fist-pumping ravers with beautiful ballads, and an easy recommendation to just about anyone.
Jay-Z & Danger Mouse - The Grey Album
I loved The Black Album, I love the Beatles, and after this record I knew I loved Danger Mouse. Is it a novelty record? Sure, but it's an ingenious one, and one that actually improves on The Black Album. The original version of "99 Problems"? Awesome. The Grey Album version cutting "99 Problems" with "Helter Skelter"? Crazy-Awesome.
Madvillian - Madvillainy
My favorite hip-hop album of the decade. Fabulously blunted beats with incredibly witty and impressive rhymes. As much as I love Madlib and DOOM separately, this album is just a huge step above anything else they have produced. It's a hard record to dissect briefly, because it is so dense, so, until I get the chance to devote a larger discussion to it, let's just leave my description as "brilliant".
Malory - Not Here Not Now
Is this a massive Slowdive rip? Absolutely. Is this incredibly entertaining and beautiful neo-shoegaze? Absolutely. Does this belong on a list of the best albums of the decade? Absolutely.
Modest Mouse - The Moon & Antarctica
I would never use the word "sellout" to describe Modest Mouse. While their last two albums have certainly been more polished than their earlier work, it is still highly idiosyncratic and uniquely their own sound. This album was the start of that process, and their most effective and consistent start-to-finish album.
The National - Alligator
This record really snuck up on me. I was a little less than impressed the first time I heard it, but after about the third listen, I was enthralled. Smoky, smoldering rock which builds to beautiful and cathartic climaxes. A perfect record for late-night drives.
Okkervil River - The Stage Names
Black Sheep Boy may actually be the record that makes my top 10, but for now I'll leave this one. Perhaps the best lyrics of any record this decade - with impressively developed characters, clever jokes, tangible emotion, and just enough subtext and tricks to keep you on your toes. "Plus Ones" and "John Allyn Smith Sails" are brilliant inside baseball treats for record geeks like me, as well.
Old 97's - Satellite Rides
Sorry alt-country die-hards (God bless you for keeping the faith), but the twang is gone (it did come back, kind of). In its place, Old 97's created an indelibly strong set of Kinks-ish pop-rock. "King of All the World" is a perfect song, and "Rollerskate Skinny", "Buick City Complex", "Question", etc. are not far behind.
A Place to Bury Strangers - A Place to Bury
Strangers
Beautiful, beautiful noise. While The Jesus & Mary Chain made perfect pop songs and bathed them in feedback and gnarled white noise, APBS's songs are simply built out of the stuff. This thing is punishingly loud even at low volume. I love it.
Primal Scream - XTRMNTR
I remember buying this album the day it came out in 2000 and just being thrilled at the idea that this was the way music was heading in the new decade. There is perhaps nothing more upsetting to me than the fact that this simply didn't happen. Primal Scream completely transformed themselves with this record, and created a series of exciting, complex mash-up of styles and attitudes that was genuinely inspiring, and it was pretty much ignored. The agit-punk-techno of "Swastika Eyes" and "Exterminator", the jazz-electronica of "Blood Money", and the shoegaze-industrial of "MBV Arkestra" (featuring Kevin Shields in one of his rare appearances of the early half of the decade) all could have supported an entire career for other bands. Not to mention that the lyrics and the tone of the album eerily pre-sage the Bush era of politics. This should have been the defining record of the decade, but instead, it's just a great, inspiring rush of an album.
The Red Telephone - Cellar Songs
If this list inspires you to buy one album, make it this one. The most over-looked record of the decade, without a doubt. Coming out on the ridiculously obscure Raise Giant Frogs label, this album melds Bends-era Radiohead's guitar workouts and atmospherics to a solid nineties power-pop melodic foundation (the press kit at the time compared them to Wilco, but I don't really see it). This is a GREAT album, front-to-back, and infinitely more people need to hear it.
Sloan - Never Hear the End of It
At the time this came out, Sloan was in a bit of a rut, putting out solid, if unexceptional records on a regular basis. They had their die-hards who would buy everything they released (guilty party right here), but they didn't seem like a band that would be taking any chances anytime soon. This is why this album, an 80+ monster that crammed a CD to its brim with a seamless suite of stellar songs (I seriously did not intend for that to turn into a tongue-twister). For my money, this is the best album Sloan has ever released, and it's certainly the most ambitious.
Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
It's cliche to say, but no album captured that post-9/11 dread and apprehension quite like this album. Without intending to (as the record was recorded before that date), Wilco captured the mood I was feeling at the time. It's a perfect comfort record that came out at a time when a lot of people really needed a comfort record.
The Wrens - The Meadowlands
Right now, this is my album of the decade. Stunning melodies, incredibly poignant and moving lyrics, great production, everything about this record clicks. On a personal note, this album really has managed to sort of clock my growth this decade, with the mournful tone soundtracking my mopey early twenties and the mature lyrics about love and loss speaking to me as a slightly more mature person. I've probably listened to it more than any other album this decade, and I imagine it will be the album I come back to the most in the future. As perfect as rock gets.
Ok, as we reach the last gasp of this decade, I've started thinking about lists - the perennial "best albums of the decade". What I find interesting and startling is that there seems to be a paucity of records that I just KNOW are going to be on all the critics' list at the end of this year. Every previous decade has had those albums that just stood out above the pack (i.e., for the 90's, Nevermind, Slanted & Enchanted, OK Computer, Odelay, Loveless, Screamadelia). There just doesn't seem to be one of those watershed albums that sort of defines this decade. Don't get me wrong, there was a lot of great music, but much of it either did not make enough of a long term impact to really reach that level of importance (let's face it, while Nevermind was a great album, its impact on the music industry, fashion, culture, etc. was what really made it one of the best albums of the 90's) or was so backwards looking in its inception that it couldn't really represent this decade (i.e., the countless bands doing the 80's revival thing).
Anyway, in lieu of trying to make an actual "best" of the decade, here is my unranked short list of my favorite albums of the last 10 years. Expect this to be updated constantly, and look for my final ranked list at the end of the year.
Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker
Might not be on my final list, but this album continues to amaze me. It's a true pinnacle of the alt-country genre, right as many of Adam's peers were either shifting away from the genre or becoming self-parody. Adams quickly proceeded to do both of those things, and has not been a consistent presence since, but that first album (and half of the second) and his Whiskeytown records remain true gems.
Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
I have a feeling their first album will be what is on most of the top lists, but it is a bit too twee to me (though parts of it are amazing, "Wake Up" most of all). This album was regarded as a bit of a step back for most fans, but I love it. It's a "big, important" rock album like those made by U2 or Springsteen, but absent the pretension that makes those records so insufferable at times.
Ash - Free All Angels
Without a doubt, the best pop(-punk) record of the decade, and probably the record I've actually listened to the most for the decade. The addition of Charlotte Hatherly (who would leave after the next album, sadly) on guitar and vocals adds a nice extra element to a band that was already extremely strong. I love this record, from the spry "Burn Baby Burn" to the swinging "Candy" to the swooning "Shining Light" to the wistful "Sometimes". Top-notch.
Asobi Seksu - Citrus
Pretty firmly established as one of the most consistent bands to come out of the decade, with three sublime albums. This one is their best, melding indelible melodies on top of some of the prettiest noise possible, but somehow always maintaining an aggression and propulsion that prevents second of this album from being boring.
The Decemberists - Castaways and Cutouts
I love The Decemberists, and their live show is a ton of fun. On record, though, their quirks and schtick can sometimes get the better of them. That's why this record works so well for me. It has a germ of the tropes they would later blow up into the basis of their work, but it's mostly just a great, quirky alt-country record with accordions.
The Dirtbombs - Magical Dangerous Noise
Oh man, I love this record. My favorite record of my favorite currently active band. Noisy, catchy, danceable, rocking, soulful, perfect.
Doves - The Last Broadcast
In the wake of Kid A, a number of British bands stepped up to the plate to take the "big emotional British guitar-rock band" throne that Radiohead abdicated to play with their electronics and soundscapes. Coldplay was the clear commercial winner of the ensuing fight, but Doves were the artistic winner, and this is their zenith.
Exploding Hearts - Guitar Romantic
Probably the greatest musical tragedy of the decade. Brilliant and exceptionally promising young band releases their first album, goes out to tour behind it, and encounter a tragic accident which claims the lives of many of the members. These guys could have been, should have been, huge. Instead, we just have this perfect scrappy garage-rock masterpiece to remember them by.
The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink
Robots
Say what you will about The Flaming Lips output this decade- it's AOR, mom-rock, whatever, and I will probably agree with at least part of what you say. I'm sad they lost the guitars as well. However, this record is GORGEOUS. When you have songs like "Fight Test" and "Do You Realize", who cares if people's parents like it? Everyone would fall in love with this record - it transcends every gap, like only that rarefied strata of pop music can.
Franz Ferdinand - Franz Ferdinand
Of all of the bands riding the odd mid-90's neo-disco-punk wave, Franz Ferdinand was always the one that seemed to have an actual chance of sticking around after the fad ended, as their lyrics, tunecraft, and musical diversity were way ahead of the pack. This has clearly turned out to be the case, as the other promising bands (i.e., Bloc Party, The Futureheads, Maximo Park) have failed to live up to their initial promise. I'm sure it helped that they were actually some of the older players in the game, and had some serious chops to back them up. All three of their albums have been top-notch, but its their first album which still impresses me the most. "Take Me Out" and "Dark of the Matinee" are just perfect songs.
Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere
The best soul album of the decade. If Al Green had kept playing the sonic innovator and not become a traditionalist (not that I'm bemoaning the great albums he made this decade), he would sound like this. Their second album, The Odd Couple may be even better, but this one has "Crazy" on it, so it's the one on this list.
Guided by Voices - Isolation Drills
With this album, GBV embraced the chance to make a big rock record, and they drilled it. "Chasing Heather Crazy", "Glad Girls", "Skills Like This", and the rest are big and bold rock anthems with a ton of heart. While I love lo-fi GBV, it always seemed like Pollard that embraced that style out of necessity or novelty rather than because it emphasized his songwriting or the talents of his band. As anyone who has been to a good GBV show knows, these guys rock, and it was great to see them make their rock statement.
Idlewild - 100 Broken Windows
Loud, anthemic quasi-punk rock with a singer who sounds like the guy from Trashcan Sinatras mixed with mid-period Michael Stipe. About as solid, durable, and lovable an album as came out this decade. Prior to this, they were a scrappy pop-punk act, following this, they moved toward bigger and bigger sounds (producing the indelible "You Held the World in Your Arms Tonight", by the way, which is easily among the top songs this decade), but also began to sink into some mid-tempo boredom. This album is their zenith so far, perfectly mixing fist-pumping ravers with beautiful ballads, and an easy recommendation to just about anyone.
Jay-Z & Danger Mouse - The Grey Album
I loved The Black Album, I love the Beatles, and after this record I knew I loved Danger Mouse. Is it a novelty record? Sure, but it's an ingenious one, and one that actually improves on The Black Album. The original version of "99 Problems"? Awesome. The Grey Album version cutting "99 Problems" with "Helter Skelter"? Crazy-Awesome.
Madvillian - Madvillainy
My favorite hip-hop album of the decade. Fabulously blunted beats with incredibly witty and impressive rhymes. As much as I love Madlib and DOOM separately, this album is just a huge step above anything else they have produced. It's a hard record to dissect briefly, because it is so dense, so, until I get the chance to devote a larger discussion to it, let's just leave my description as "brilliant".
Malory - Not Here Not Now
Is this a massive Slowdive rip? Absolutely. Is this incredibly entertaining and beautiful neo-shoegaze? Absolutely. Does this belong on a list of the best albums of the decade? Absolutely.
Modest Mouse - The Moon & Antarctica
I would never use the word "sellout" to describe Modest Mouse. While their last two albums have certainly been more polished than their earlier work, it is still highly idiosyncratic and uniquely their own sound. This album was the start of that process, and their most effective and consistent start-to-finish album.
The National - Alligator
This record really snuck up on me. I was a little less than impressed the first time I heard it, but after about the third listen, I was enthralled. Smoky, smoldering rock which builds to beautiful and cathartic climaxes. A perfect record for late-night drives.
Okkervil River - The Stage Names
Black Sheep Boy may actually be the record that makes my top 10, but for now I'll leave this one. Perhaps the best lyrics of any record this decade - with impressively developed characters, clever jokes, tangible emotion, and just enough subtext and tricks to keep you on your toes. "Plus Ones" and "John Allyn Smith Sails" are brilliant inside baseball treats for record geeks like me, as well.
Old 97's - Satellite Rides
Sorry alt-country die-hards (God bless you for keeping the faith), but the twang is gone (it did come back, kind of). In its place, Old 97's created an indelibly strong set of Kinks-ish pop-rock. "King of All the World" is a perfect song, and "Rollerskate Skinny", "Buick City Complex", "Question", etc. are not far behind.
A Place to Bury Strangers - A Place to Bury
Strangers
Beautiful, beautiful noise. While The Jesus & Mary Chain made perfect pop songs and bathed them in feedback and gnarled white noise, APBS's songs are simply built out of the stuff. This thing is punishingly loud even at low volume. I love it.
Primal Scream - XTRMNTR
I remember buying this album the day it came out in 2000 and just being thrilled at the idea that this was the way music was heading in the new decade. There is perhaps nothing more upsetting to me than the fact that this simply didn't happen. Primal Scream completely transformed themselves with this record, and created a series of exciting, complex mash-up of styles and attitudes that was genuinely inspiring, and it was pretty much ignored. The agit-punk-techno of "Swastika Eyes" and "Exterminator", the jazz-electronica of "Blood Money", and the shoegaze-industrial of "MBV Arkestra" (featuring Kevin Shields in one of his rare appearances of the early half of the decade) all could have supported an entire career for other bands. Not to mention that the lyrics and the tone of the album eerily pre-sage the Bush era of politics. This should have been the defining record of the decade, but instead, it's just a great, inspiring rush of an album.
The Red Telephone - Cellar Songs
If this list inspires you to buy one album, make it this one. The most over-looked record of the decade, without a doubt. Coming out on the ridiculously obscure Raise Giant Frogs label, this album melds Bends-era Radiohead's guitar workouts and atmospherics to a solid nineties power-pop melodic foundation (the press kit at the time compared them to Wilco, but I don't really see it). This is a GREAT album, front-to-back, and infinitely more people need to hear it.
Sloan - Never Hear the End of It
At the time this came out, Sloan was in a bit of a rut, putting out solid, if unexceptional records on a regular basis. They had their die-hards who would buy everything they released (guilty party right here), but they didn't seem like a band that would be taking any chances anytime soon. This is why this album, an 80+ monster that crammed a CD to its brim with a seamless suite of stellar songs (I seriously did not intend for that to turn into a tongue-twister). For my money, this is the best album Sloan has ever released, and it's certainly the most ambitious.
Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
It's cliche to say, but no album captured that post-9/11 dread and apprehension quite like this album. Without intending to (as the record was recorded before that date), Wilco captured the mood I was feeling at the time. It's a perfect comfort record that came out at a time when a lot of people really needed a comfort record.
The Wrens - The Meadowlands
Right now, this is my album of the decade. Stunning melodies, incredibly poignant and moving lyrics, great production, everything about this record clicks. On a personal note, this album really has managed to sort of clock my growth this decade, with the mournful tone soundtracking my mopey early twenties and the mature lyrics about love and loss speaking to me as a slightly more mature person. I've probably listened to it more than any other album this decade, and I imagine it will be the album I come back to the most in the future. As perfect as rock gets.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Got Live if You Want It!
Though I am pretty sure everyone who reads this is already well aware of this already, I will be speaking on legal issues affecting independent artists and labels at the Cleveland Music Industry Panel this Saturday, August 8 (http://clevelandmusicpanel.eventbrite.com/).
Should be an interesting and entertaining day at the zoo.
Should be an interesting and entertaining day at the zoo.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
My Building Has Every Convenience...
One of the benefits of having an hour long bike commute to and from work is that I have time to listen to at least two albums a day. Two weeks ago, I started out Monday morning listening to Talking Heads’ first album, Talking Heads: 77, the remastered version of which I had just added to my iPod, along with the rest of the band’s studio albums. This turned into a week-long listen to the band’s entire back catalog, including not only the studio albums, but also their live sets Stop Making Sense and The Name of this Band is Talking Heads.
An important, and somewhat embarrassing note before we get into a discussion of my thoughts: I have never really listened to Talking Heads’ studio albums before two weeks ago. I had heard the original CD versions of some of the early album, and the incredibly trebly mix as compared to the remastered live albums turned me off of exploring any further.
The mix on the newer versions is a revelation to someone who only heard the original CDs. The increased clarity and, especially, the significantly strengthened low end is essential for this band. Tina Weymouth’s bass is the driving instrument for the Heads’ sound, and without her busy melodic lines, the band can become static and, frankly, quite boring. “Heaven” exemplifies the power Weymouth wields, transforming a pretty, but uneventful song into an absolute masterpiece by simply never falling into a real groove; her constant runs emphasizing the unease in David Byrne’s lyrics. Put simply, if you have not heard Talking Heads outside of the original CDs of the studio albums, you have not heard Talking Heads, which is a situation you might want to think about taking care of.
That being said, I would still direct any newly interested parties to the two live albums first, as this band really excels in that setting. While The Name of this Band... is the superior album, I would recommend starting with Stop Making Sense, simply because it has more of the “hits”, and works a bit better as a primer (it also makes one of the studio albums redundant, as I mention below).
As every fan of the band will note, though, no amount of remastering can alter the fact that the band’s output follows a too common trajectory, with ’77, More Songs about Buildings and Food, Fear of Music, and much of Remain in Light and Speaking in Tongues being absolutely vital, with the rest pretty forgettable. The reason for this downward trajectory is notable in that it exemplifies one of the more notable qualities of their early triumphs. Talking Heads: ’77 came out in its titular year, the height of Punk Rock, and the band cut its teeth in the same scene that helped to birth that movement. However, I have always found it difficult to mentally define Talking Heads as a punk band. It’s not the sound of the music, as I have a fairly broad view of what punk rock can be musically; it was something else, something intrinsic. During the course of listening to everything, I finally put my finger on it.
If one gets to the bottom of everything, every musical genre/movement has at its core a specific emotional basis. Rock & Roll, at its origin, was about youthful exuberance, rap is empowerment, metal is masculinity, country is longing, etc. (yes, I know there are TONS of exceptions to all of these, but I think the core is there, but I would love to hear alternatives). Punk rock, at its emotional core, is the music of anger, and anger’s cousin emotions of frustration and indignation. Post-punk, as a genre, on the other hand, has at its emotional core anxiety, fear, and nervousness. Where Punk is an attack against the status quo, whether that be the government or the fact one’s girlfriend dumped him, post-punk sees that status quo and accepts it as inevitability – you can’t fight the status quo, but you can certainly be scared of it. For example, The Buzzcocks’ “Ever Fallen in Love” deals with a similar factual situation as Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart”. The difference is how the narrators deal with the same set of facts. Pete Shelley seethes at the difficulty of situation, but offers the glimmer of hope in “we won’t be together much longer, unless we realize that we are the same,” holding forth a possible way to save things. Ian Curtis doesn’t permit this speck of hope, deeming the failure of the relationship not just imminent, but inexorable – “Love WILL tear us apart, again.” Similarly, one can compare The Clash’s “Career Opportunities” to Talking Heads’ “Don’t Worry about the Government” – while The Clash fight the impulse to settle into a menial job, David Byrne accepts it as a inevitability, he is going to have to settle into his modern building with every modern convenience to allow him to give up his life to work, except for the few times he is able to slip away because his “friends are important”. Byrne’s “Psycho Killer” is far from the swaggering, evil sociopath of horror films, but a troubled, jittery, compulsive mess, who just genuinely cannot control himself.
Ultimately, while Talking Heads pre-dates post-punk, they have an emotional core much closer to that later movement than they do that of what has become accepted as punk. There are a few other early punk-era bands that have similarly out-of-sync emotional cores that become much easier to categorize if they are considered as precursors to post-punk, such as Television and Pere Ubu. Talking Heads are the best example, though, as they basically epitomize the nervous end of post-punk’s anxious core. Everything is on edge and over-caffeniated, from the previously-mentioned bass lines to the skittery guitar lines to Byrne’s hiccuped vocals. Even when they add more percussion, it’s largely amped up and unsettling. Byrne’s lyrics follow suit, finding worry and anxiety in every aspect of modern life – buildings, animal, art, love, and even Heaven itself are all sources of concern. Byrne offers no answers, no hope for escape from the unease, just a constant reminder that things aren’t nearly as simple or as harmless as they seem on the surface. “Once in a Lifetime” decries the feeling of realizing that one has no idea how one’s life turned out the way it has with the simple mantra, “same as it ever was” – modern life is by its very nature unsettled, and that isn’t going to change.
Tellingly, the only real call to action Byrne issues is during “Girlfriend is Better”, when he exhorts that everything, “stop making sense,” as the only way to avert the sheer crushing inanity is to stop acting following logic and do something unpredictable. It is notable that this call to action, as minor as it is, comes on Speaking in Tongues, the last really good Talking Heads album, as it shows how the trajectory of the quality of their music traces the trajectory of their driving philosophy. Simply put, once the Heads stopped being nervous, they stopped being as musically interesting. Some bands are able to shift from their initial emotional core to embrace another, and maintain their vitality. Most aren’t, and Talking Heads falls apart like so many others when they start to grow emotionally and feel less trapped by the causes of their initial nervousness.
Thus, the first two albums and most of the third represent their artistic high points. Everyone needs to own these records. Remain in Light alters their sound by bringing in their noted afro-beat percussion, which, in and of itself, doesn’t hurt, but the songwriting drops off in the second half, with the notable exception of “The Overload”, where Weymouth’s bass finally drops to the bottom, the beats become darker and murkier, and Byrne’s nervousness finally succumbs to genuine fear. It’s a huge break from anything they had done before, and they would only really revisit it (mostly successfully) on the second half of their last album. However, Remain in Light is the last Talking Heads album I can fully endorse as a purchase.
Speaking in Tongues has the songs to be a great album, but it is also the album where recording in the 80’s finally catches up with them. Even remastered, the album is so tinny and bottom-light that it feels weightless and boring. There are any number of great albums that have suffered due to poor production, from ...And Justice for All to Give ‘Em Enough Rope to Raw Power (which may actually have accomplished the rare feat of being misproduced twice, sorry Iggy, but pushing EVERYTHING to 11 does not equal creating a more dynamic mix, it just means everything is one louder). Thankfully, the songs trapped in Speaking in Tongues' poor mix have an edge over those on these other albums, as Stop Making Sense has infinitely superior versions of all of the good songs on this album. Basically, buy that, avoid the studio album, as, except maybe for the studio version of “Burning Down the House”, it never comes close to its live counterpart.
Little Creatures and True Stories are completely forgettable records, with the notable exception of the former’s “Road to Nowhere”. Little Creatures is really where you can see Byrne trying to write more optimistic songs, and the nervousness of the band waning rapidly. Unfortunately, at this point, Byrne isn’t very good with this writing style, and they ultimately come of as flat and uninteresting at best, and pedantic and insulting at worst. The one bright spot is Byrne’s vocals as he begins to push toward the more soulful vocal style he would use in his solo work.
Naked isn’t quite a return to form, though it is better than the previous two albums, especially the last half, which revists the darkness of “The Overload”, reinserting some of that existential unease that was missing since Remain in Light. The only problem that I have with this album is the sequencing, in that “(Nothing But) Flowers” should have been the last song, as it perfectly sums up the situation in which Talking Heads, as a band, is no longer needed. The song, one of the band’s best, tells of an urban setting which, for reasons unexplained, is reverting back to nature – kind of like “Big Yellow Taxi” in reverse. Talking Heads, in addition to being the epitome of nervousness, is also the epitome of an urban band. Therefore, in the world of this song, a band that sings about finding a city to live in and taking the highway that runs next to the buildings, that rants about not trusting animals, that decries rural America with the pithy “I wouldn’t live there if you paid me too” (as ironic as these things are, of course) is no longer of value. Ultimately, for as nervous as Byrne was about modern city life, it at least was something he could express. Ultimately, Talking Heads wrote the song that defines their own obsolescence, the feeling of finding themselves in world they can no longer operate in and no longer grasp the parameters. It’s a perfect send-off for the band, and it is too bad it is widely seen merely as “that song that was in Clerks II.” (though it worked fairly well there). He ends “Flowers” with the perfect send-off, not just for the song, but for the band itself as an idea whose time had come, “I just can’t get used to this lifestyle.”
An important, and somewhat embarrassing note before we get into a discussion of my thoughts: I have never really listened to Talking Heads’ studio albums before two weeks ago. I had heard the original CD versions of some of the early album, and the incredibly trebly mix as compared to the remastered live albums turned me off of exploring any further.
The mix on the newer versions is a revelation to someone who only heard the original CDs. The increased clarity and, especially, the significantly strengthened low end is essential for this band. Tina Weymouth’s bass is the driving instrument for the Heads’ sound, and without her busy melodic lines, the band can become static and, frankly, quite boring. “Heaven” exemplifies the power Weymouth wields, transforming a pretty, but uneventful song into an absolute masterpiece by simply never falling into a real groove; her constant runs emphasizing the unease in David Byrne’s lyrics. Put simply, if you have not heard Talking Heads outside of the original CDs of the studio albums, you have not heard Talking Heads, which is a situation you might want to think about taking care of.
That being said, I would still direct any newly interested parties to the two live albums first, as this band really excels in that setting. While The Name of this Band... is the superior album, I would recommend starting with Stop Making Sense, simply because it has more of the “hits”, and works a bit better as a primer (it also makes one of the studio albums redundant, as I mention below).
As every fan of the band will note, though, no amount of remastering can alter the fact that the band’s output follows a too common trajectory, with ’77, More Songs about Buildings and Food, Fear of Music, and much of Remain in Light and Speaking in Tongues being absolutely vital, with the rest pretty forgettable. The reason for this downward trajectory is notable in that it exemplifies one of the more notable qualities of their early triumphs. Talking Heads: ’77 came out in its titular year, the height of Punk Rock, and the band cut its teeth in the same scene that helped to birth that movement. However, I have always found it difficult to mentally define Talking Heads as a punk band. It’s not the sound of the music, as I have a fairly broad view of what punk rock can be musically; it was something else, something intrinsic. During the course of listening to everything, I finally put my finger on it.
If one gets to the bottom of everything, every musical genre/movement has at its core a specific emotional basis. Rock & Roll, at its origin, was about youthful exuberance, rap is empowerment, metal is masculinity, country is longing, etc. (yes, I know there are TONS of exceptions to all of these, but I think the core is there, but I would love to hear alternatives). Punk rock, at its emotional core, is the music of anger, and anger’s cousin emotions of frustration and indignation. Post-punk, as a genre, on the other hand, has at its emotional core anxiety, fear, and nervousness. Where Punk is an attack against the status quo, whether that be the government or the fact one’s girlfriend dumped him, post-punk sees that status quo and accepts it as inevitability – you can’t fight the status quo, but you can certainly be scared of it. For example, The Buzzcocks’ “Ever Fallen in Love” deals with a similar factual situation as Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart”. The difference is how the narrators deal with the same set of facts. Pete Shelley seethes at the difficulty of situation, but offers the glimmer of hope in “we won’t be together much longer, unless we realize that we are the same,” holding forth a possible way to save things. Ian Curtis doesn’t permit this speck of hope, deeming the failure of the relationship not just imminent, but inexorable – “Love WILL tear us apart, again.” Similarly, one can compare The Clash’s “Career Opportunities” to Talking Heads’ “Don’t Worry about the Government” – while The Clash fight the impulse to settle into a menial job, David Byrne accepts it as a inevitability, he is going to have to settle into his modern building with every modern convenience to allow him to give up his life to work, except for the few times he is able to slip away because his “friends are important”. Byrne’s “Psycho Killer” is far from the swaggering, evil sociopath of horror films, but a troubled, jittery, compulsive mess, who just genuinely cannot control himself.
Ultimately, while Talking Heads pre-dates post-punk, they have an emotional core much closer to that later movement than they do that of what has become accepted as punk. There are a few other early punk-era bands that have similarly out-of-sync emotional cores that become much easier to categorize if they are considered as precursors to post-punk, such as Television and Pere Ubu. Talking Heads are the best example, though, as they basically epitomize the nervous end of post-punk’s anxious core. Everything is on edge and over-caffeniated, from the previously-mentioned bass lines to the skittery guitar lines to Byrne’s hiccuped vocals. Even when they add more percussion, it’s largely amped up and unsettling. Byrne’s lyrics follow suit, finding worry and anxiety in every aspect of modern life – buildings, animal, art, love, and even Heaven itself are all sources of concern. Byrne offers no answers, no hope for escape from the unease, just a constant reminder that things aren’t nearly as simple or as harmless as they seem on the surface. “Once in a Lifetime” decries the feeling of realizing that one has no idea how one’s life turned out the way it has with the simple mantra, “same as it ever was” – modern life is by its very nature unsettled, and that isn’t going to change.
Tellingly, the only real call to action Byrne issues is during “Girlfriend is Better”, when he exhorts that everything, “stop making sense,” as the only way to avert the sheer crushing inanity is to stop acting following logic and do something unpredictable. It is notable that this call to action, as minor as it is, comes on Speaking in Tongues, the last really good Talking Heads album, as it shows how the trajectory of the quality of their music traces the trajectory of their driving philosophy. Simply put, once the Heads stopped being nervous, they stopped being as musically interesting. Some bands are able to shift from their initial emotional core to embrace another, and maintain their vitality. Most aren’t, and Talking Heads falls apart like so many others when they start to grow emotionally and feel less trapped by the causes of their initial nervousness.
Thus, the first two albums and most of the third represent their artistic high points. Everyone needs to own these records. Remain in Light alters their sound by bringing in their noted afro-beat percussion, which, in and of itself, doesn’t hurt, but the songwriting drops off in the second half, with the notable exception of “The Overload”, where Weymouth’s bass finally drops to the bottom, the beats become darker and murkier, and Byrne’s nervousness finally succumbs to genuine fear. It’s a huge break from anything they had done before, and they would only really revisit it (mostly successfully) on the second half of their last album. However, Remain in Light is the last Talking Heads album I can fully endorse as a purchase.
Speaking in Tongues has the songs to be a great album, but it is also the album where recording in the 80’s finally catches up with them. Even remastered, the album is so tinny and bottom-light that it feels weightless and boring. There are any number of great albums that have suffered due to poor production, from ...And Justice for All to Give ‘Em Enough Rope to Raw Power (which may actually have accomplished the rare feat of being misproduced twice, sorry Iggy, but pushing EVERYTHING to 11 does not equal creating a more dynamic mix, it just means everything is one louder). Thankfully, the songs trapped in Speaking in Tongues' poor mix have an edge over those on these other albums, as Stop Making Sense has infinitely superior versions of all of the good songs on this album. Basically, buy that, avoid the studio album, as, except maybe for the studio version of “Burning Down the House”, it never comes close to its live counterpart.
Little Creatures and True Stories are completely forgettable records, with the notable exception of the former’s “Road to Nowhere”. Little Creatures is really where you can see Byrne trying to write more optimistic songs, and the nervousness of the band waning rapidly. Unfortunately, at this point, Byrne isn’t very good with this writing style, and they ultimately come of as flat and uninteresting at best, and pedantic and insulting at worst. The one bright spot is Byrne’s vocals as he begins to push toward the more soulful vocal style he would use in his solo work.
Naked isn’t quite a return to form, though it is better than the previous two albums, especially the last half, which revists the darkness of “The Overload”, reinserting some of that existential unease that was missing since Remain in Light. The only problem that I have with this album is the sequencing, in that “(Nothing But) Flowers” should have been the last song, as it perfectly sums up the situation in which Talking Heads, as a band, is no longer needed. The song, one of the band’s best, tells of an urban setting which, for reasons unexplained, is reverting back to nature – kind of like “Big Yellow Taxi” in reverse. Talking Heads, in addition to being the epitome of nervousness, is also the epitome of an urban band. Therefore, in the world of this song, a band that sings about finding a city to live in and taking the highway that runs next to the buildings, that rants about not trusting animals, that decries rural America with the pithy “I wouldn’t live there if you paid me too” (as ironic as these things are, of course) is no longer of value. Ultimately, for as nervous as Byrne was about modern city life, it at least was something he could express. Ultimately, Talking Heads wrote the song that defines their own obsolescence, the feeling of finding themselves in world they can no longer operate in and no longer grasp the parameters. It’s a perfect send-off for the band, and it is too bad it is widely seen merely as “that song that was in Clerks II.” (though it worked fairly well there). He ends “Flowers” with the perfect send-off, not just for the song, but for the band itself as an idea whose time had come, “I just can’t get used to this lifestyle.”
Friday, July 10, 2009
Hypebusting- pt.3 (Dirty Projectors)
Continuing our series of reviews with Mike from Central Target, which takes us to Dirty Projectors' Bitte Orca
Mike :I already WAY prefer this music to the last album, but the vocals are already driving me crazy
These are about as prototypical "indie" vocals as one can get, both male and female. I don't even know what that means, but it's all I can think of. I like the song, but the way the vocals are mixed hurts it.
Mike: Yeah. Completely in the same court. This is way less infuriating than I remember their music being.
You know, when the girls aren't singing, this is quite enjoyable.
Mike : I could see you feeling that way. But this second song's vocals are making me disagree. I hate the lyrics too
Yeah, the second song came on right when I wrote that and killed what I was saying
Mike: it's like he's doing Doobie Brothers-type tenor soul vocals or some crap like that
Melodies, we don't need melodies
Mike : oh, a rhythm turnaround. Isn't that supposed to be a sign of musicality? But didn't Rod Stewart do that, too?
Holy crap, I just got the Doobie Brothers vibe. It manifested as a cold shiver down my spine.
Mike: I with the sun would never rise over Temecula, so the plants wouldn't get sun, they wouldn't produce oxygen for animals to breathe, and everyone there would die.
More so, it's bad Van Morrison
Mike: Oh, that's PERFECTLY ACCURATE. And I HATE Van Morrison.
I did a guitar solo like this once. They threw me out of Guitar Center
Mike: HA! I wanna just drink until this sounds better. We're only TWO SONGS IN!
Strap in, big guy... this is going to be a bumpy ride.
This third song is far more like Jeff Buckley's Van Morrison covers than anything on that last album. And it's no good. None at all.
At least the guy from Grizzly Bear had the voice to pull off a Buckley copy. This guy just doesn't
Mike: Yeah. Falsetto can just as easily lead you down a road that ends up at Anthony Kiedis. And NOBODY wants to go down that road.
Whoa whoa whoa
I like this song, "Stillness Is The Move". So far, that is.
This sounds like some serious 80's white guy synth-funk
There's actually a song here, that's a plus.
Mike: this could be like a Vanity 6 track or something. Yeah, this isn't bad.
we're going to have to discuss some other time how we feel about the hype surrounding the actual records, vs. the music on it's own. That's another LOOOONG discussion.
obviously
Mike: But how can can album that is almost unlistenable until the 4th track get "Best Of The Year" hype BEFORE IT EVEN COMES OUT?!?!
I think we're in agreement that none of these three are likely to appear on our top 10 of 2009 lists
Probably not even on our top 10 of the first half of 2009 lists
Mike: I would entertain the possibility that Animal Collective could end up in contention for my first-half list
to be clear.... MAYBE be a POSSIBLE OPTION to POSSIBLY get on the list. Not a chance with the other two
Fair enough
Mike: But no way would any of them end up on the end of the year top ten
I was actively annoyed too often by the Animal Collective record for that to happen.
Mike: all three of them are awash in their own self-importance, which really kills it for me. Seriousness is one thing, but it's like once someone believes that they're a genius 'cause they've been told so many times.
It is interesting to think that someone heard that Animal Collective record and thought, "this is almost certainly the best thing I am going to hear all year."
"Two Doves" is another pretty, but unexceptional track.
Mike: Take this song. It's not bad, but it's not a good enough song to warrant all the trouble that went into the arrangement.
EXACTLY.
But your comment on the AC record? Perfectly put.
Just checking out the reviews, allmusic says "Two Doves" sounds like A-Ha's "Take On Me", and they say that as a compliment.
Mike: Everything about that concept is wrong.
I don't hear the similarity AT ALL.
Mike: Me neither, and while "Take On Me" is a nice song, it's no measuring stick for other tunes, you know?
Right
Mike: "Well, this record is either as good as Take On Me, or it's not...."
That's how I judge EVERYTHING from now on.
I like that the start of "Useful Chamber" sounds like a neutered version of Nine Inch Nails' "Closer"
Mike: Ha... after jogging to Nine Inch Nails this morning, that's an extra funny comparison.
"I wanna cuddle you like an animal."
This guy needs to stop with the falsetto
Mike: Yeah
Ok, so "bitte" is german for "please" (and, to a lesser extent, "you're welcome")
I'm really hoping that the album's title is being used like ODB's album title. "Orca, PLEASE!"
Mike: actually, he's unintentionally slipping into Kiedis territory with that melisma vocal thing he's slipping into at 4:40 of 'Useful Chamber'
He's way past the Kiedis line
These female vocals remind me of some of the Residents backing singers
Mike: I could see that. The female vocals are mixed so weird, you wouldn't know that they're in tune as harmonies
It's like they are mixed for maximum annoyance value
Mike: let's check out what Mark Prindle says about Dirty Projectors: "Quirky Brooklyn band with kooky ideas like a concept album about Don Henley and an art-pop "reimagining" of Black Flag's Damaged LP. In addition to normal rock instruments (and occasional brass or strings), they also use tons of multi-vocal harmonies, bizarre sound loops and all kinds of crazy things. Certainly quirky, I'll give them that. Near unlistenable at times, but they definitely have their own thing going on."
I like the weird space/dub bassline to this
This groove, this little moment, is nice
With the 2&4 drum hits
Right before it fades out
It is nice. I even like the little guitar lines
Mike: oh wait, it's not fading
yeah, this one is groovy and enjoyable. So far, that's 2 songs out of 7.
that's a 26.7% grade
I liked the first song, so 3 out of 7
It's like they get a good groove going, and then realize they need to do something weird with their vocals or something, and so they just throw something into the middle.
Yeah, this track is quite nice.
Mike: yeah, this weird little un-reverbed guitar solo is irritating me
like if I was plaing guitar along with an album I've never heard.
They couldn't just have a nice guitar solo there, could they?
Mike: While this album is different than say, Matchbox 20, it's not really any more interesting to me, and I HATE Matchbox 20. Refuse to listen to them, if they come on somewhere, I change it or leave the room.
I expected to like this one better than the other two, but I can't honestly say that I do at this point.
Mike: Does this feel at all like a f***ed up sort of Paul Simon goes-to-Africa vocal style?
Yes. Oh good grief, just stop that.
Mike: I expected to like this least, but wanted to like it the most, to prove that I was being a judgmental old crank.
I just realized something, and I should have noticed it earlier, but this guy DESPERATELY wants to be David Byrne
Mike: But it's not disappointing, in the sense that I like it LESS than I expected to.
Yeah, I could see the Byrne thing.
I will say that I quite like their song with Byrne on that "Dark Was the Night" comp.
Mike: I've heard that once, and it was nice enough.
This must be what indie hipsters rock out to, like the way that fratboys love Umphree's McGee or the String Cheese Incident.
Oooh.. the sultry Sade-style ballad
It saddens me to think of someone rocking out to this album
Mike: Oh, they make out to this song.
Ewwww
Mike : "Flourescent Half-Dome"
I think this is an indie-rocker dorm-room sexin' staple, and this is the afterglow ballad.
which retroactively makes me wish I'd dropped out of college
That's the most awkward sex music ever
Mike: Yeah.
I'm already thinking of what I'm going to put on when this endless song finally stops making me hate.
the next minute cannot be over soon enough, but I will persevere. For science!
Man, this is as soulless as any music ever
I like this little last 20 seconds, for the same reason as I liked the intros to the AC album
OK, so we did it.
Ok, Let's give our final grades.
Animal Collective: C+
Grizzly Bear: C+
Dirty Projectors: D
Maybe a bit generous
Mike: Animal Collective: B+
Grizzly Bear: C
Dirty Projectors: D- (I get it, I just don't get why anyone would DO it!)
Any final words to say to anyone who's still reading?
If you honestly like any of these albums more than Dinosaur Jr.'s "Farm", we probably don't have much in common.
Mike: I'd like to second that, and claim that I feel that at least 50% of the people who claim these to be "great albums" don't fully know their reasons for saying that. They may like them, but they cannot tell me why.
Mike :I already WAY prefer this music to the last album, but the vocals are already driving me crazy
These are about as prototypical "indie" vocals as one can get, both male and female. I don't even know what that means, but it's all I can think of. I like the song, but the way the vocals are mixed hurts it.
Mike: Yeah. Completely in the same court. This is way less infuriating than I remember their music being.
You know, when the girls aren't singing, this is quite enjoyable.
Mike : I could see you feeling that way. But this second song's vocals are making me disagree. I hate the lyrics too
Yeah, the second song came on right when I wrote that and killed what I was saying
Mike: it's like he's doing Doobie Brothers-type tenor soul vocals or some crap like that
Melodies, we don't need melodies
Mike : oh, a rhythm turnaround. Isn't that supposed to be a sign of musicality? But didn't Rod Stewart do that, too?
Holy crap, I just got the Doobie Brothers vibe. It manifested as a cold shiver down my spine.
Mike: I with the sun would never rise over Temecula, so the plants wouldn't get sun, they wouldn't produce oxygen for animals to breathe, and everyone there would die.
More so, it's bad Van Morrison
Mike: Oh, that's PERFECTLY ACCURATE. And I HATE Van Morrison.
I did a guitar solo like this once. They threw me out of Guitar Center
Mike: HA! I wanna just drink until this sounds better. We're only TWO SONGS IN!
Strap in, big guy... this is going to be a bumpy ride.
This third song is far more like Jeff Buckley's Van Morrison covers than anything on that last album. And it's no good. None at all.
At least the guy from Grizzly Bear had the voice to pull off a Buckley copy. This guy just doesn't
Mike: Yeah. Falsetto can just as easily lead you down a road that ends up at Anthony Kiedis. And NOBODY wants to go down that road.
Whoa whoa whoa
I like this song, "Stillness Is The Move". So far, that is.
This sounds like some serious 80's white guy synth-funk
There's actually a song here, that's a plus.
Mike: this could be like a Vanity 6 track or something. Yeah, this isn't bad.
we're going to have to discuss some other time how we feel about the hype surrounding the actual records, vs. the music on it's own. That's another LOOOONG discussion.
obviously
Mike: But how can can album that is almost unlistenable until the 4th track get "Best Of The Year" hype BEFORE IT EVEN COMES OUT?!?!
I think we're in agreement that none of these three are likely to appear on our top 10 of 2009 lists
Probably not even on our top 10 of the first half of 2009 lists
Mike: I would entertain the possibility that Animal Collective could end up in contention for my first-half list
to be clear.... MAYBE be a POSSIBLE OPTION to POSSIBLY get on the list. Not a chance with the other two
Fair enough
Mike: But no way would any of them end up on the end of the year top ten
I was actively annoyed too often by the Animal Collective record for that to happen.
Mike: all three of them are awash in their own self-importance, which really kills it for me. Seriousness is one thing, but it's like once someone believes that they're a genius 'cause they've been told so many times.
It is interesting to think that someone heard that Animal Collective record and thought, "this is almost certainly the best thing I am going to hear all year."
"Two Doves" is another pretty, but unexceptional track.
Mike: Take this song. It's not bad, but it's not a good enough song to warrant all the trouble that went into the arrangement.
EXACTLY.
But your comment on the AC record? Perfectly put.
Just checking out the reviews, allmusic says "Two Doves" sounds like A-Ha's "Take On Me", and they say that as a compliment.
Mike: Everything about that concept is wrong.
I don't hear the similarity AT ALL.
Mike: Me neither, and while "Take On Me" is a nice song, it's no measuring stick for other tunes, you know?
Right
Mike: "Well, this record is either as good as Take On Me, or it's not...."
That's how I judge EVERYTHING from now on.
I like that the start of "Useful Chamber" sounds like a neutered version of Nine Inch Nails' "Closer"
Mike: Ha... after jogging to Nine Inch Nails this morning, that's an extra funny comparison.
"I wanna cuddle you like an animal."
This guy needs to stop with the falsetto
Mike: Yeah
Ok, so "bitte" is german for "please" (and, to a lesser extent, "you're welcome")
I'm really hoping that the album's title is being used like ODB's album title. "Orca, PLEASE!"
Mike: actually, he's unintentionally slipping into Kiedis territory with that melisma vocal thing he's slipping into at 4:40 of 'Useful Chamber'
He's way past the Kiedis line
These female vocals remind me of some of the Residents backing singers
Mike: I could see that. The female vocals are mixed so weird, you wouldn't know that they're in tune as harmonies
It's like they are mixed for maximum annoyance value
Mike: let's check out what Mark Prindle says about Dirty Projectors: "Quirky Brooklyn band with kooky ideas like a concept album about Don Henley and an art-pop "reimagining" of Black Flag's Damaged LP. In addition to normal rock instruments (and occasional brass or strings), they also use tons of multi-vocal harmonies, bizarre sound loops and all kinds of crazy things. Certainly quirky, I'll give them that. Near unlistenable at times, but they definitely have their own thing going on."
I like the weird space/dub bassline to this
This groove, this little moment, is nice
With the 2&4 drum hits
Right before it fades out
It is nice. I even like the little guitar lines
Mike: oh wait, it's not fading
yeah, this one is groovy and enjoyable. So far, that's 2 songs out of 7.
that's a 26.7% grade
I liked the first song, so 3 out of 7
It's like they get a good groove going, and then realize they need to do something weird with their vocals or something, and so they just throw something into the middle.
Yeah, this track is quite nice.
Mike: yeah, this weird little un-reverbed guitar solo is irritating me
like if I was plaing guitar along with an album I've never heard.
They couldn't just have a nice guitar solo there, could they?
Mike: While this album is different than say, Matchbox 20, it's not really any more interesting to me, and I HATE Matchbox 20. Refuse to listen to them, if they come on somewhere, I change it or leave the room.
I expected to like this one better than the other two, but I can't honestly say that I do at this point.
Mike: Does this feel at all like a f***ed up sort of Paul Simon goes-to-Africa vocal style?
Yes. Oh good grief, just stop that.
Mike: I expected to like this least, but wanted to like it the most, to prove that I was being a judgmental old crank.
I just realized something, and I should have noticed it earlier, but this guy DESPERATELY wants to be David Byrne
Mike: But it's not disappointing, in the sense that I like it LESS than I expected to.
Yeah, I could see the Byrne thing.
I will say that I quite like their song with Byrne on that "Dark Was the Night" comp.
Mike: I've heard that once, and it was nice enough.
This must be what indie hipsters rock out to, like the way that fratboys love Umphree's McGee or the String Cheese Incident.
Oooh.. the sultry Sade-style ballad
It saddens me to think of someone rocking out to this album
Mike: Oh, they make out to this song.
Ewwww
Mike : "Flourescent Half-Dome"
I think this is an indie-rocker dorm-room sexin' staple, and this is the afterglow ballad.
which retroactively makes me wish I'd dropped out of college
That's the most awkward sex music ever
Mike: Yeah.
I'm already thinking of what I'm going to put on when this endless song finally stops making me hate.
the next minute cannot be over soon enough, but I will persevere. For science!
Man, this is as soulless as any music ever
I like this little last 20 seconds, for the same reason as I liked the intros to the AC album
OK, so we did it.
Ok, Let's give our final grades.
Animal Collective: C+
Grizzly Bear: C+
Dirty Projectors: D
Maybe a bit generous
Mike: Animal Collective: B+
Grizzly Bear: C
Dirty Projectors: D- (I get it, I just don't get why anyone would DO it!)
Any final words to say to anyone who's still reading?
If you honestly like any of these albums more than Dinosaur Jr.'s "Farm", we probably don't have much in common.
Mike: I'd like to second that, and claim that I feel that at least 50% of the people who claim these to be "great albums" don't fully know their reasons for saying that. They may like them, but they cannot tell me why.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Hypebusting- pt.2 (Grizzly Bear)
[UPDATE: I have sense come around to this record quite a bit, to the point where, were this the barren wasteland of great music like last year, it would have been in contention for my top 10 of the year. As 2009 has been lousy with great records, it still won't be on my list this year, but it's a solid B+/A- record, and well worth your time.]
Continuing our series of reviews with Mike from Central Target, which takes us to Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest
Mike: it's weird hearing an acoustic guitar now.
Yeah, this is a huge downshift.
Mike: Comparatively, this is like Neil Young to me right now
Pretty decent comparison, actually
Mike: dusty, dramatic Ennio Morricone soundtrack music
I like that surge. That was quite nice.
Mike: yeah, that's a nice rush. It's already certainly more trad-pop leaning
But that's not a bad thing
Mike: i'm liking this backwards tape thing
but after all the pretty ambience in the earlier record, it sounds a lot darker to me
The harmonies are quite nice. It's much more downcast
Mike: yeah. Ooh... another nice shift in tone in the song
I am really enjoying this
Mike: it's nice
I will say though, I'm having trouble clearing my mood from the last album, which was so much less organic. I feel like I'm a barn or something, wood all around.
This guy's voice reminds me of someone I cannot place
Mike: someone from the mid-80s, and I can't place who that is either, for me
Ugh, that's going to bother me.
Mike: On another day, I'd most likely feel a different way, but I think I, so far, prefer the Animal Collective.
I'm the opposite.
Mike: Distant fingerpicked electric guitar combined with no hooks? Tha has a home, my friend. And that home is called "Secretly Canadian".
Well, at least nothing here has annoyed me yet. There are hooks here, I just think they are kind of subdued. This third track is not nearly as good as the first two, though.
Mike: This isn't bad, but for me it may as well be by Songs: Ohia or something (the album, not the song.)
I do think the first two songs were better, as well.
See, I don't see that as a bad thing.
Mike: True, I like that type of music.
I can see having this on in the background. I can at least see a place for it. I don't know what my mood would need to be to want to hear that Animal Collective again.
Mike: This just doesn't distinguish itself from the pack at all, really. I guess it's determined genre-sitting annoys me.
Is it wrong to judge this by what it ISN'T? Like, I want to like this a lot, but I'm mad at it because it's so average
It's pleasant, well-mannered folk-pop
Mike: and that it's averageness has annoyed me annoys me even more. It's basically a hate-spiral opening up and swallowing my heart.
I'd make a snide Palace comparison, but I've only listened to Palace enough to know i don't like them
JEFF BUCKLEY; that's the voice. Reminds me of Jeff Buckley.
It's Buckley without the Zeppelin fixation.
Mike: Yerp.
Mike: Not just the falsetto, either. It just took falsetto to help me realize.
I think I like the other vocalist better. The one who sang the first track. A little less dramatic.
Mike: yeah, the other guy was a little less affected was certainly my preferred vocalist
I know he has a side project band, Department of Eagles, I want to say. I might check that out.
Mike: I can't say that this is bad, but based on this, I wouldn't be interested in the side project. There's nothing offensive about it to me, it's just boring to me. Like Band Of Horses.
fair enough. It's certainly nothing especially exciting. I've already forgotten how the previous songs sounded.
Mike: Yeah, me neither.
It's making my mind wander to that "indie rock hype" game where you combine two unlikely artists and put them in a weird situation. Once you decode what it's saying, it's meaningless.
"Neil Young meets MF Doom in a Saugerties, NY chicken coop"
"James Taylor and Sun Ra having a cookout on the moon"
"Van Morrison and Phillip Glass guest star on an episode of 'Little House On The Prairie"
"The Raveonettes and Bootsy Collins doing the limbo in Cancun"
Mike: is this the loop from the end of Sgt. Pepper that starts off "Dory"? The one in the locked groove?
ooh! I like yours!
Philip Glass on Little House is an amazing image
Mike: just giving a creepy look to Michael Landon the whole time
Nice
Mike: that look
Awesome. Did you ever see the Landon bloopers that were floating around videogum?
Mike: No... I'll have to look that up, though.
Good stuff? Little House or Highway to Heaven -era?
Little House
Michael Landon was awesome
Mike: Weird... I wanna see those.
Really?
Absolutely
Mike: I always thought he was supposed to be a drunk or something, like an abusive a**hole
I could be completely wrong though.
Right, Michael Landon's estate?
heh heh heh...
You know, that's about as good a review of this record as we can give. It's less interesting to talk about than Michael Landon bloopers.
Mike: I was just thinking that. There's this little punky sixteenth-note rhythm under this that I keep waiting to just explode, but it never does, it just turns into harp glissandos
I think that's why I liked the first two songs better than anything following, they actually let out some of the building energy.
Mike: This track is like a boring, dirge-like version of Animal Collective.
"Ready, Able" for those of you not listening along.
that's a fair comparison
Mike: now, "About Face"'s verses sound like me messing around in my room on a song before I write words or a hook or a second riff
This one is just teasing me. They up the volume on a distorted guitar, then cut it out right before it would slam in. Perfectly appropriately, I might add.
Yep, Grizzly Bear hate you
That is a really, really effective tease
Mike: This is like the worst aspects of Jeff Buckley without any of the good.
at least, "Hold Still", is the shortest song on the album.
It's about as static a song as I've heard
At what point does it go from a song to just playing a few notes over and over?
Mike: Never.
It never did.
"Big Rock Song"?
"While You Wait For The Others" isn't any more interesting to me, but at least it's a little more propulsive.
I think "Two Weeks" was also a big rock song, compared to the others.
I like the chorus to this one quite a bit.
Mike: It's certainly a standout for me
Oh, good, here comes the big string & chorus-laden ballad right near the end of the album
of course
Mike: a saxophone trio in there too... huh...
this is the "need to get a beer" portion of their live set, I'm sure
Mike: I'd need to find another venue
This album is largely hookless, meandering, a bit self-important, and enamored of the texture that folk music would add to their sound, without bringing any actual other elements of folk music.
As I told you when we spoke, my wife's response to this band's live show was perfect. They had been on for a good thirty minutes, and she turns to me and says, "when are they going to start playing?"
With a few exceptions, I think that review is dead on.
Mike: She is either wonderfully innocent, or the craftiest, meanest, sharpest comic I've ever known.
either way, you win
I think it's both
Mike: Oh god, there's another song to listen to.
Yeah, "I Live With You" gets my award for the most overblown pile of nothing that I've heard in a while.
Mike: If there had been a center to that candy, I might have liked it, but it was like biting into what you think is a cherry cordial and finding out it's only the thin, outer chocolate shell.
At least the last song was pleasant enough
Completely dull, but not aggravating
Tomorrow we'll finish up with a look at Dirty Projectors Bitte Orca
Continuing our series of reviews with Mike from Central Target, which takes us to Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest
Mike: it's weird hearing an acoustic guitar now.
Yeah, this is a huge downshift.
Mike: Comparatively, this is like Neil Young to me right now
Pretty decent comparison, actually
Mike: dusty, dramatic Ennio Morricone soundtrack music
I like that surge. That was quite nice.
Mike: yeah, that's a nice rush. It's already certainly more trad-pop leaning
But that's not a bad thing
Mike: i'm liking this backwards tape thing
but after all the pretty ambience in the earlier record, it sounds a lot darker to me
The harmonies are quite nice. It's much more downcast
Mike: yeah. Ooh... another nice shift in tone in the song
I am really enjoying this
Mike: it's nice
I will say though, I'm having trouble clearing my mood from the last album, which was so much less organic. I feel like I'm a barn or something, wood all around.
This guy's voice reminds me of someone I cannot place
Mike: someone from the mid-80s, and I can't place who that is either, for me
Ugh, that's going to bother me.
Mike: On another day, I'd most likely feel a different way, but I think I, so far, prefer the Animal Collective.
I'm the opposite.
Mike: Distant fingerpicked electric guitar combined with no hooks? Tha has a home, my friend. And that home is called "Secretly Canadian".
Well, at least nothing here has annoyed me yet. There are hooks here, I just think they are kind of subdued. This third track is not nearly as good as the first two, though.
Mike: This isn't bad, but for me it may as well be by Songs: Ohia or something (the album, not the song.)
I do think the first two songs were better, as well.
See, I don't see that as a bad thing.
Mike: True, I like that type of music.
I can see having this on in the background. I can at least see a place for it. I don't know what my mood would need to be to want to hear that Animal Collective again.
Mike: This just doesn't distinguish itself from the pack at all, really. I guess it's determined genre-sitting annoys me.
Is it wrong to judge this by what it ISN'T? Like, I want to like this a lot, but I'm mad at it because it's so average
It's pleasant, well-mannered folk-pop
Mike: and that it's averageness has annoyed me annoys me even more. It's basically a hate-spiral opening up and swallowing my heart.
I'd make a snide Palace comparison, but I've only listened to Palace enough to know i don't like them
JEFF BUCKLEY; that's the voice. Reminds me of Jeff Buckley.
It's Buckley without the Zeppelin fixation.
Mike: Yerp.
Mike: Not just the falsetto, either. It just took falsetto to help me realize.
I think I like the other vocalist better. The one who sang the first track. A little less dramatic.
Mike: yeah, the other guy was a little less affected was certainly my preferred vocalist
I know he has a side project band, Department of Eagles, I want to say. I might check that out.
Mike: I can't say that this is bad, but based on this, I wouldn't be interested in the side project. There's nothing offensive about it to me, it's just boring to me. Like Band Of Horses.
fair enough. It's certainly nothing especially exciting. I've already forgotten how the previous songs sounded.
Mike: Yeah, me neither.
It's making my mind wander to that "indie rock hype" game where you combine two unlikely artists and put them in a weird situation. Once you decode what it's saying, it's meaningless.
"Neil Young meets MF Doom in a Saugerties, NY chicken coop"
"James Taylor and Sun Ra having a cookout on the moon"
"Van Morrison and Phillip Glass guest star on an episode of 'Little House On The Prairie"
"The Raveonettes and Bootsy Collins doing the limbo in Cancun"
Mike: is this the loop from the end of Sgt. Pepper that starts off "Dory"? The one in the locked groove?
ooh! I like yours!
Philip Glass on Little House is an amazing image
Mike: just giving a creepy look to Michael Landon the whole time
Nice
Mike: that look
Awesome. Did you ever see the Landon bloopers that were floating around videogum?
Mike: No... I'll have to look that up, though.
Good stuff? Little House or Highway to Heaven -era?
Little House
Michael Landon was awesome
Mike: Weird... I wanna see those.
Really?
Absolutely
Mike: I always thought he was supposed to be a drunk or something, like an abusive a**hole
I could be completely wrong though.
Right, Michael Landon's estate?
heh heh heh...
You know, that's about as good a review of this record as we can give. It's less interesting to talk about than Michael Landon bloopers.
Mike: I was just thinking that. There's this little punky sixteenth-note rhythm under this that I keep waiting to just explode, but it never does, it just turns into harp glissandos
I think that's why I liked the first two songs better than anything following, they actually let out some of the building energy.
Mike: This track is like a boring, dirge-like version of Animal Collective.
"Ready, Able" for those of you not listening along.
that's a fair comparison
Mike: now, "About Face"'s verses sound like me messing around in my room on a song before I write words or a hook or a second riff
This one is just teasing me. They up the volume on a distorted guitar, then cut it out right before it would slam in. Perfectly appropriately, I might add.
Yep, Grizzly Bear hate you
That is a really, really effective tease
Mike: This is like the worst aspects of Jeff Buckley without any of the good.
at least, "Hold Still", is the shortest song on the album.
It's about as static a song as I've heard
At what point does it go from a song to just playing a few notes over and over?
Mike: Never.
It never did.
"Big Rock Song"?
"While You Wait For The Others" isn't any more interesting to me, but at least it's a little more propulsive.
I think "Two Weeks" was also a big rock song, compared to the others.
I like the chorus to this one quite a bit.
Mike: It's certainly a standout for me
Oh, good, here comes the big string & chorus-laden ballad right near the end of the album
of course
Mike: a saxophone trio in there too... huh...
this is the "need to get a beer" portion of their live set, I'm sure
Mike: I'd need to find another venue
This album is largely hookless, meandering, a bit self-important, and enamored of the texture that folk music would add to their sound, without bringing any actual other elements of folk music.
As I told you when we spoke, my wife's response to this band's live show was perfect. They had been on for a good thirty minutes, and she turns to me and says, "when are they going to start playing?"
With a few exceptions, I think that review is dead on.
Mike: She is either wonderfully innocent, or the craftiest, meanest, sharpest comic I've ever known.
either way, you win
I think it's both
Mike: Oh god, there's another song to listen to.
Yeah, "I Live With You" gets my award for the most overblown pile of nothing that I've heard in a while.
Mike: If there had been a center to that candy, I might have liked it, but it was like biting into what you think is a cherry cordial and finding out it's only the thin, outer chocolate shell.
At least the last song was pleasant enough
Completely dull, but not aggravating
Tomorrow we'll finish up with a look at Dirty Projectors Bitte Orca
Monday, July 6, 2009
Hypebusting- pt.1 (Animal Collective)
Mike Hiltz at Central Target and I had the bright idea to do a marathon listen/chat through Animal Collective's Merriwheather Post Pavilion, Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest, Dirty Projectors' Bitte Orca. These records have each been named the "best record of 2009" by various outlets as early as December of 2008, and we thought it was our duty to see if any of them actually deserved the extravagant hype. My comments appear in italics below. I'm breaking the chat up by albums, so for today's post we have Animal Collective's Merriweather Post Pavilion. After all of the chats are up, I'll be back with a proper post to sum up my thoughts.
Before we start listening, maybe we should predict how much we'll like each of them.
Mike: sounds good... I'm gonna say "pretty good, B" to Grizzly Bear, C+ to animal collective, and a D to Dirty Projectors. I should say though, I've only heard bits and pieces of any of the bands' other work. Those grades are really basically random
I've heard the last album by Animal Collective, "Strawberry Jam", and the lead singer's last solo album, "Person Pitch". I heard Grizzly Bear play at the Pitchfork Festival, and was very unimpressed. Dirty Projectors, all I've heard is their song with David Byrne on the "Dark Was the Night" charity record and a few stray tracks. Oh, and I know they covered Black Flag's "Damaged" in its entirety.
Mike: I love David Byrne. I've only heard Projectors material from that Damaged cover album. As a Black Flag fan, I had to hear it. Oh, and my typing is terrible, as our readers will find out.
How were the covers? I know of it, never heard anything
Mike (1:13:23 PM): Written from memory, allegedly, not actual re-listening. It was like if you and I tried to cover Cracked Rear View from remembering what it sounded like. Allegedly. I don't buy any of that crap, but whatever. By being so contrived and theoretical, it made it pretentious
Now I'm trying to imagine how I would actually want to cover Cracked Rear View.
Mike HA! We have more important things at hand though
A Place to Bury Hootie
Mike: *ugh*... so where do we start? who's up?
Let's do this chronologically and start with Animal Collective.
Mike: oh, wait... I'm an ass. So real quick: what's your grade for this one?
I'm guessing a C or C- for this one.
Mike: Oooh! Let's rock it...ready?
Absolutely
Mike: alright.... GO!
Ah yes... "Maggot Brain" I love this album
I can't fault an album for starting with what sounds like a toilet flushing
Mike: (By the way, Dogdoguwar readers... I'm the snide one in the group. Nice to meet ya!)
Yeah I was thinking more "bong-y".
oh. psychedelic handclaps. Oh boy.
I think i can hear that they have beards.
I don't know how I can tell.
Because only bearded hippies play drums like this
Mike: Yeah, true
I long for the golden days when it was just an ambient thing. Pre-drums.
When the song started, I thought "I hope this picks up!", and now I wish I hadn't said that.
My sociology-sense just goes nuts when they start trying to do the "tribal drumming" thing
Mike: yeah
I'm trying hard not to judge this on people I knew in college's taste, to take it for itself, but big 'drum circle' drums and underwater ambient bits worry me
The outro wasn't bad
Mike: yeah
OK, this one sounds like Tangerine Dream.
In a good way?
Mike: Sorta. Not in a BAD way. But that synth riff that faded in was very TD. The vocals are throwing it off a bit. Actually, I'm sort of enjoying this vocal arrangement. But I'm on decent headphones.
WHOA! what the hell is that?
This is better than the first track. What surprised you?
Mike: The thudding percussion coming in, breaking up the space rock ambience. All low and squelchy.
See, I like this one a bit less than the first one, because this sounds like a lousy Beach Boys song from the "Still Cruisin'" era.
I thought it kind of worked well
Mike: it does. unexpected, I guess
Yeah, it is a bad Beach Boys song, but that's better than a bad song one would hear at People's Park
Very fair. And I think the Beach Boys thing comes from the singer sounding like a cross between Mike Love and the guy from They Might Be Giants.
Good point.
This song does go one about 2 years too long
Mike : Much like Mike Love's ego.
ZING!
I'm finding the sudden urge to wander into the next room and grab a snack.
Ok, this song can just shut the hell up now.
Mike: Not because this is awful, but because it's just like nothing.
None of it seems to belong in the same song
Mike: Immaculately recorded, so I guess it's does SOUND really neat in the stereo field and all the reverb and whatnot.
You know when you're listening to something on your computer and then open a YouTube window, crushing the two audio sources together?
Exactly
Mike: It's like Squarepusher, Bright Eyes, and an oompah band. I'd like to see that browser history.
You know what I do when that happens? I try to find one of the sources to turn it off. Animal Collective lets it run for 5:16.
Mike: We still have a minute and a half.
I think your time is better served by getting a snack
Mike: wait, it's getting nice... like shoegazer looping
Well, for a few seconds. Neat stereo panning...
You think "Summertime Clothes" is going to be the "big rock song"
It's going to be the big "rock" song
Mike: If I ever write a proper review of this album, I'm going to call this "Animal Collective's 'Takin' Care Of Business'".
It is the best thing so far on the album
Mike: I'm going to disagree. I feel that ambient MOMENTS in the first few songs were actually really great, in an Orb-like way, but this, so far, is the best SONG.
I'll agree with that
Mike: That uber-chipper double-timey rhythm kinda thing rubs me the wrong way though. Overdone since '05... like when they put that Sufjan Stevens song into 'Little Miss Sunshine'
It's got a real Yes or ELP vibe to me.
Mike: This vocalist is driving me crazy, but that's because I think he sounds like Conor Oberst, and I have a bias against Bright Eyes.
I say bring back Mike Love
I already regret saying that.
Yeah, it's a no-win scenerio
Mike: So does Mike Love get all the techno songs, and Conor Oberst gets the drum-circle ones?
A touch of Rivers Cuomo in Mike's voice, too.
That little repeating riff is pissing me off
Mike: agreed
Yeah, I hear the Cuomo comparison.
Ok, when I said I hated that riff, that didn't mean I wanted to hear more of it.
Mike: Oh, everything else is fading, but it's staying.
I can't really win.... they're good at the ambient intros and outros, but no good at spacing out parts of the song. When they go spacey, I want them to rock and move a little more, and then they do, and I don't want that once I hear it.
it's weird though. I'm getting, so far, a "more than the sum of it's parts" vibe from this one
I'm liking it objectively a little more than I expected. But I bet fake Conor Oberst is going to drop by and make me a liar.
It's not bad, to be sure, but I can't fathom getting very excited about it.
Mike: Nowhere near that pre-emptive "best of the year" hype, so far. But to assume that it won't end up on the list would be doing the same thing I've damned the press for doing previously.
It will end up on all the lists, but I have yet to hear anything that makes me feel like it deserves to be there.
Mike: I could, however, see this in my largest group of contenders for "Top Ten". Based on what I've heard so far, it would probably lose out in the first round of whittling. It's not great, but if I can put that Meat Puppets on my list, I could see it in the candidates
But I've already heard 10 albums this year that I like more than what I've heard on this.
I was, however expecting more "organic stringed instruments" on this. Like recognizable acoutstic guitars that sounded rusty or something.
It's more electronic-psych than I expected.
It sounds about like their last record, which, as I said, I liked well enough.
Mike: Makes sense. The pseudo-samba thing I'm hearing now is pissing me off
because it feels like they're using that whole style of music with all it's history at the most surface level, almost like HYPERirony. So ironic they're not sure if they get it and genuinely think it's awesome, like hipsters and yacht rock.
When they do come across an enjoyable sound, they don't hold it long enough. They play the hell out of the annoying parts, though.
Mike YES!
Again, I can't state enough how nicely recorded the space parts are. the intro to this song sounded WONDERFUL on my headphones.
Then Mike Love comes back with a Modest Mouse song and ruins the mood.
This one is alright, well until I started typing.
Now that you mention that, I want to hear 60's Mike Love sing "Tiny Cities Made of Ashes"
Mike: you're right about them repeating things. "Guys Eyes", which just started to do that thing the Beach Boys did, but without any of the payoff of a good countermelody vocal coming in.
Yeah, a good lead vocal coming in across that vocal bed would have been excellent. Without that, it's just kind of nothing.
Mike: i don't need my psych-rock to sound like music that came before it, but if it DOES recall obvious touchstones, try to meet the standard. Like, I'm not going to try to make a record that sounds like the Zombies, but if I clearly wrote a record just like the zombies, I'd try to make one that was good in that sense of "good"
You know, the Beach Boys never went full prog-hippie, which one might of expected, given Mike Love's Maharishi leanings. This is kind of what that might have sounded like. I'm very glad they didn't
Mike: yuck. agreed.
"Repetition in the music, and we're really gonna use it. Repetition in the music, and we're really gonna use it. Repetition in the music, and we're really gonna use it."
-Mark E. Smith, The Fall
PROPHET
On paper, just putting together the touchstones of this, I should like it. Beach Boys, shoegazer, psychedelia, etc.
Mike: They started a song called "Lion In A Coma" with a digeridoo? And it's CONOR singing? Screw this band.
Agreed on the touchstones
There's always an appropriate Mark E. Smith quote for an occasion.
Mike: i think that's the reason i'm not being harder on it. I think, "Well, it's sorta like X, and you LIKE X, so this must be alright."
Ok, I actively hate this song
Mike: The weird time signature in this one is irritating the hell out of me. I like weirdly-timed music, but this one feels like, "Look how good we are at musician-ing!"
"Hey, we listened to Captain Beefheart that one time!"
Mike: "Remember that?!? Let's DO that!"
Alright, I'm liking the start of this song. Now, let's see how long it takes to switch to something more irritating.
Mike: Let's mark once it gets screwed up.
3:04
There's a thin line between being atmospheric and being boring.
Mike: This is like if "Summertime Rolls" by Jane's Addiction didn't have any foreward momentum, and that was written and recorded by a bunch of heroin addicts.
I'm gonna hate this song.
YES
Mike: and it's SIX MINUTES LONG!
Oh God
Seriously?
Mike: The Lion Sleeps Tonight with a Casio samba?!?
We're gonna do this
are they yelling "sports bra" in the background?
oh, "Support Your Brother", I think.
It's sports bra
Mike: I wrote this song when I was six and just started mashing my fists on my friend's Bert and Ernie keyboard.
If you want to get angrier, just imagine the day-glo colored scenester kids just going nuts doing the hippie dance with their hands to this song.
Mike: ah crap... thanks for that
Probably wearing a Ninja Turtles t-shirt and Kanye glasses. Are ironic mullets still a thing?
probably
Mike: When did this go to a house song? With calypso vocals?
I think I get why hipsters and indie kids like this. I'm having a moment.
enlighten me
Mike: There are SO MANY STYLES on this record, often all at once, something in the brain registers that it must be good if it's that layered and wide-ranging. It's a mash of everything you commented on above, combined with heavy psych and prog, electronic dance music, hippe jam bands, the earthy side of Krautrock, a la Amon Duul II, soul, pop... on and on. It's without a doubt EPIC and swooping, but for me, those elements aren't glued together right
Thank god that ended
Mike: having that epiphany during that joyful energy burst at the end of the track was sorta nice though.
Come back tomorrow as our tour takes us to Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest
Before we start listening, maybe we should predict how much we'll like each of them.
Mike: sounds good... I'm gonna say "pretty good, B" to Grizzly Bear, C+ to animal collective, and a D to Dirty Projectors. I should say though, I've only heard bits and pieces of any of the bands' other work. Those grades are really basically random
I've heard the last album by Animal Collective, "Strawberry Jam", and the lead singer's last solo album, "Person Pitch". I heard Grizzly Bear play at the Pitchfork Festival, and was very unimpressed. Dirty Projectors, all I've heard is their song with David Byrne on the "Dark Was the Night" charity record and a few stray tracks. Oh, and I know they covered Black Flag's "Damaged" in its entirety.
Mike: I love David Byrne. I've only heard Projectors material from that Damaged cover album. As a Black Flag fan, I had to hear it. Oh, and my typing is terrible, as our readers will find out.
How were the covers? I know of it, never heard anything
Mike (1:13:23 PM): Written from memory, allegedly, not actual re-listening. It was like if you and I tried to cover Cracked Rear View from remembering what it sounded like. Allegedly. I don't buy any of that crap, but whatever. By being so contrived and theoretical, it made it pretentious
Now I'm trying to imagine how I would actually want to cover Cracked Rear View.
Mike HA! We have more important things at hand though
A Place to Bury Hootie
Mike: *ugh*... so where do we start? who's up?
Let's do this chronologically and start with Animal Collective.
Mike: oh, wait... I'm an ass. So real quick: what's your grade for this one?
I'm guessing a C or C- for this one.
Mike: Oooh! Let's rock it...ready?
Absolutely
Mike: alright.... GO!
Ah yes... "Maggot Brain" I love this album
I can't fault an album for starting with what sounds like a toilet flushing
Mike: (By the way, Dogdoguwar readers... I'm the snide one in the group. Nice to meet ya!)
Yeah I was thinking more "bong-y".
oh. psychedelic handclaps. Oh boy.
I think i can hear that they have beards.
I don't know how I can tell.
Because only bearded hippies play drums like this
Mike: Yeah, true
I long for the golden days when it was just an ambient thing. Pre-drums.
When the song started, I thought "I hope this picks up!", and now I wish I hadn't said that.
My sociology-sense just goes nuts when they start trying to do the "tribal drumming" thing
Mike: yeah
I'm trying hard not to judge this on people I knew in college's taste, to take it for itself, but big 'drum circle' drums and underwater ambient bits worry me
The outro wasn't bad
Mike: yeah
OK, this one sounds like Tangerine Dream.
In a good way?
Mike: Sorta. Not in a BAD way. But that synth riff that faded in was very TD. The vocals are throwing it off a bit. Actually, I'm sort of enjoying this vocal arrangement. But I'm on decent headphones.
WHOA! what the hell is that?
This is better than the first track. What surprised you?
Mike: The thudding percussion coming in, breaking up the space rock ambience. All low and squelchy.
See, I like this one a bit less than the first one, because this sounds like a lousy Beach Boys song from the "Still Cruisin'" era.
I thought it kind of worked well
Mike: it does. unexpected, I guess
Yeah, it is a bad Beach Boys song, but that's better than a bad song one would hear at People's Park
Very fair. And I think the Beach Boys thing comes from the singer sounding like a cross between Mike Love and the guy from They Might Be Giants.
Good point.
This song does go one about 2 years too long
Mike : Much like Mike Love's ego.
ZING!
I'm finding the sudden urge to wander into the next room and grab a snack.
Ok, this song can just shut the hell up now.
Mike: Not because this is awful, but because it's just like nothing.
None of it seems to belong in the same song
Mike: Immaculately recorded, so I guess it's does SOUND really neat in the stereo field and all the reverb and whatnot.
You know when you're listening to something on your computer and then open a YouTube window, crushing the two audio sources together?
Exactly
Mike: It's like Squarepusher, Bright Eyes, and an oompah band. I'd like to see that browser history.
You know what I do when that happens? I try to find one of the sources to turn it off. Animal Collective lets it run for 5:16.
Mike: We still have a minute and a half.
I think your time is better served by getting a snack
Mike: wait, it's getting nice... like shoegazer looping
Well, for a few seconds. Neat stereo panning...
You think "Summertime Clothes" is going to be the "big rock song"
It's going to be the big "rock" song
Mike: If I ever write a proper review of this album, I'm going to call this "Animal Collective's 'Takin' Care Of Business'".
It is the best thing so far on the album
Mike: I'm going to disagree. I feel that ambient MOMENTS in the first few songs were actually really great, in an Orb-like way, but this, so far, is the best SONG.
I'll agree with that
Mike: That uber-chipper double-timey rhythm kinda thing rubs me the wrong way though. Overdone since '05... like when they put that Sufjan Stevens song into 'Little Miss Sunshine'
It's got a real Yes or ELP vibe to me.
Mike: This vocalist is driving me crazy, but that's because I think he sounds like Conor Oberst, and I have a bias against Bright Eyes.
I say bring back Mike Love
I already regret saying that.
Yeah, it's a no-win scenerio
Mike: So does Mike Love get all the techno songs, and Conor Oberst gets the drum-circle ones?
A touch of Rivers Cuomo in Mike's voice, too.
That little repeating riff is pissing me off
Mike: agreed
Yeah, I hear the Cuomo comparison.
Ok, when I said I hated that riff, that didn't mean I wanted to hear more of it.
Mike: Oh, everything else is fading, but it's staying.
I can't really win.... they're good at the ambient intros and outros, but no good at spacing out parts of the song. When they go spacey, I want them to rock and move a little more, and then they do, and I don't want that once I hear it.
it's weird though. I'm getting, so far, a "more than the sum of it's parts" vibe from this one
I'm liking it objectively a little more than I expected. But I bet fake Conor Oberst is going to drop by and make me a liar.
It's not bad, to be sure, but I can't fathom getting very excited about it.
Mike: Nowhere near that pre-emptive "best of the year" hype, so far. But to assume that it won't end up on the list would be doing the same thing I've damned the press for doing previously.
It will end up on all the lists, but I have yet to hear anything that makes me feel like it deserves to be there.
Mike: I could, however, see this in my largest group of contenders for "Top Ten". Based on what I've heard so far, it would probably lose out in the first round of whittling. It's not great, but if I can put that Meat Puppets on my list, I could see it in the candidates
But I've already heard 10 albums this year that I like more than what I've heard on this.
I was, however expecting more "organic stringed instruments" on this. Like recognizable acoutstic guitars that sounded rusty or something.
It's more electronic-psych than I expected.
It sounds about like their last record, which, as I said, I liked well enough.
Mike: Makes sense. The pseudo-samba thing I'm hearing now is pissing me off
because it feels like they're using that whole style of music with all it's history at the most surface level, almost like HYPERirony. So ironic they're not sure if they get it and genuinely think it's awesome, like hipsters and yacht rock.
When they do come across an enjoyable sound, they don't hold it long enough. They play the hell out of the annoying parts, though.
Mike YES!
Again, I can't state enough how nicely recorded the space parts are. the intro to this song sounded WONDERFUL on my headphones.
Then Mike Love comes back with a Modest Mouse song and ruins the mood.
This one is alright, well until I started typing.
Now that you mention that, I want to hear 60's Mike Love sing "Tiny Cities Made of Ashes"
Mike: you're right about them repeating things. "Guys Eyes", which just started to do that thing the Beach Boys did, but without any of the payoff of a good countermelody vocal coming in.
Yeah, a good lead vocal coming in across that vocal bed would have been excellent. Without that, it's just kind of nothing.
Mike: i don't need my psych-rock to sound like music that came before it, but if it DOES recall obvious touchstones, try to meet the standard. Like, I'm not going to try to make a record that sounds like the Zombies, but if I clearly wrote a record just like the zombies, I'd try to make one that was good in that sense of "good"
You know, the Beach Boys never went full prog-hippie, which one might of expected, given Mike Love's Maharishi leanings. This is kind of what that might have sounded like. I'm very glad they didn't
Mike: yuck. agreed.
"Repetition in the music, and we're really gonna use it. Repetition in the music, and we're really gonna use it. Repetition in the music, and we're really gonna use it."
-Mark E. Smith, The Fall
PROPHET
On paper, just putting together the touchstones of this, I should like it. Beach Boys, shoegazer, psychedelia, etc.
Mike: They started a song called "Lion In A Coma" with a digeridoo? And it's CONOR singing? Screw this band.
Agreed on the touchstones
There's always an appropriate Mark E. Smith quote for an occasion.
Mike: i think that's the reason i'm not being harder on it. I think, "Well, it's sorta like X, and you LIKE X, so this must be alright."
Ok, I actively hate this song
Mike: The weird time signature in this one is irritating the hell out of me. I like weirdly-timed music, but this one feels like, "Look how good we are at musician-ing!"
"Hey, we listened to Captain Beefheart that one time!"
Mike: "Remember that?!? Let's DO that!"
Alright, I'm liking the start of this song. Now, let's see how long it takes to switch to something more irritating.
Mike: Let's mark once it gets screwed up.
3:04
There's a thin line between being atmospheric and being boring.
Mike: This is like if "Summertime Rolls" by Jane's Addiction didn't have any foreward momentum, and that was written and recorded by a bunch of heroin addicts.
I'm gonna hate this song.
YES
Mike: and it's SIX MINUTES LONG!
Oh God
Seriously?
Mike: The Lion Sleeps Tonight with a Casio samba?!?
We're gonna do this
are they yelling "sports bra" in the background?
oh, "Support Your Brother", I think.
It's sports bra
Mike: I wrote this song when I was six and just started mashing my fists on my friend's Bert and Ernie keyboard.
If you want to get angrier, just imagine the day-glo colored scenester kids just going nuts doing the hippie dance with their hands to this song.
Mike: ah crap... thanks for that
Probably wearing a Ninja Turtles t-shirt and Kanye glasses. Are ironic mullets still a thing?
probably
Mike: When did this go to a house song? With calypso vocals?
I think I get why hipsters and indie kids like this. I'm having a moment.
enlighten me
Mike: There are SO MANY STYLES on this record, often all at once, something in the brain registers that it must be good if it's that layered and wide-ranging. It's a mash of everything you commented on above, combined with heavy psych and prog, electronic dance music, hippe jam bands, the earthy side of Krautrock, a la Amon Duul II, soul, pop... on and on. It's without a doubt EPIC and swooping, but for me, those elements aren't glued together right
Thank god that ended
Mike: having that epiphany during that joyful energy burst at the end of the track was sorta nice though.
Come back tomorrow as our tour takes us to Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I'm going to refrain from using any, "It's a Shame About..." jokes
This review post is done in collaboration with the excellent Mike Hiltz over at Central Target. We both gave a listen to the new Lemonheads cover album Varshons, and are posting our first impressions. This is in preparation for our marathon listening and hype-busting extravaganza coming soon.
First things first, I like the Lemonheads. I really like the Lemonheads. I'm not as fanatical as Mr. Hiltz will likely tell you he is, but I expect that when I hear a Lemonheads record, I am going to enjoy it. That was certainly the case with Varshons. Despite the negative reviews I read from other outlets, I expected to enjoy this record quite a bit. I chalked it up to the other reviewers just not being fans of Evan Dando's style. While one can question whether a top-notch songwriter with a history of chart success with mostly covers should be playing into that by releasing an entire covers album, but that's beside the point. Good songs are good songs, and good songs played by Dando logically should make for a fun record.
Except that it doesn't. At all. This is a boring album. There is really not much more that needs to be said, and really, not much more that can be said. The song choices are fine, if fairly unexceptional. With the exception of "Dirty Robot" and "Dandelion Seeds", they are all played as acoustic country ballads. For some of them, this results in a minor change (the Parsons and Van Zandt tracks, for example); for others, it's a complete reinvention (Wire and G.G. Allin). The band plays competently, if unexceptionally. The production is restrained and tasteful. Liv Tyler and Kate Moss turn in perfectly acceptable vocal performances. Neither are going to be accused of being singers anytime soon, but I've heard much worse from starlets-slumming-as-singers (see, e.g., Ms. Johannson), though Moss is saddled with the most bizarre track on the album, the ill-advised synth-disco of "Dirty Robot" (which I will admit is more fun than it should be, maybe simply because it breaks the otherwise overwhelming monotony of the album). The problem is that nothing rises above the competent or the professional. Everything is so smooth that there is nothing to get excited about.
Dando is the worst offender on this point, contributing some incredibly sleepy and uninspired vocal performances. If Dando cannot bring himself to get excited about singing these songs, how can he expect listeners to do so? Dando is a fine singer, and could have brought these songs to life (listen to "Into Your Arms" again to see how well he can invigorate a song). He doesn't do that here, and he kills whatever interest his band creates by just not seeming to give a damn.
Covers are tricky beasts. Ultimately, the success of a cover is whether a listener would prefer to listen to the cover version over the original in any respect. This can be done by either re-imagining the song, making it different enough that it exists as a different creature altogether, or by just killing a straight interpretation of the song such that your version is simply better. I simply can't say that I will listen to any of Varshons songs over their original counterparts (maybe the G.G. Allin song, because I hate G.G., but that's a different story altogether), and for that reason, as much as it pains me, I cannot recommend this record.
I still do like the Lemonheads.
Rating: D+
First things first, I like the Lemonheads. I really like the Lemonheads. I'm not as fanatical as Mr. Hiltz will likely tell you he is, but I expect that when I hear a Lemonheads record, I am going to enjoy it. That was certainly the case with Varshons. Despite the negative reviews I read from other outlets, I expected to enjoy this record quite a bit. I chalked it up to the other reviewers just not being fans of Evan Dando's style. While one can question whether a top-notch songwriter with a history of chart success with mostly covers should be playing into that by releasing an entire covers album, but that's beside the point. Good songs are good songs, and good songs played by Dando logically should make for a fun record.
Except that it doesn't. At all. This is a boring album. There is really not much more that needs to be said, and really, not much more that can be said. The song choices are fine, if fairly unexceptional. With the exception of "Dirty Robot" and "Dandelion Seeds", they are all played as acoustic country ballads. For some of them, this results in a minor change (the Parsons and Van Zandt tracks, for example); for others, it's a complete reinvention (Wire and G.G. Allin). The band plays competently, if unexceptionally. The production is restrained and tasteful. Liv Tyler and Kate Moss turn in perfectly acceptable vocal performances. Neither are going to be accused of being singers anytime soon, but I've heard much worse from starlets-slumming-as-singers (see, e.g., Ms. Johannson), though Moss is saddled with the most bizarre track on the album, the ill-advised synth-disco of "Dirty Robot" (which I will admit is more fun than it should be, maybe simply because it breaks the otherwise overwhelming monotony of the album). The problem is that nothing rises above the competent or the professional. Everything is so smooth that there is nothing to get excited about.
Dando is the worst offender on this point, contributing some incredibly sleepy and uninspired vocal performances. If Dando cannot bring himself to get excited about singing these songs, how can he expect listeners to do so? Dando is a fine singer, and could have brought these songs to life (listen to "Into Your Arms" again to see how well he can invigorate a song). He doesn't do that here, and he kills whatever interest his band creates by just not seeming to give a damn.
Covers are tricky beasts. Ultimately, the success of a cover is whether a listener would prefer to listen to the cover version over the original in any respect. This can be done by either re-imagining the song, making it different enough that it exists as a different creature altogether, or by just killing a straight interpretation of the song such that your version is simply better. I simply can't say that I will listen to any of Varshons songs over their original counterparts (maybe the G.G. Allin song, because I hate G.G., but that's a different story altogether), and for that reason, as much as it pains me, I cannot recommend this record.
I still do like the Lemonheads.
Rating: D+
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