Monday, July 14, 2008

'See-saw, Marjorie-Daw'

So, shit, Jay Reatard, huh? I was uninterested in the guy until I read a complimentary blog entry about his new single series for Matador, needless to say the blogger was someone who's taste I liked. And needless to say that Jay Reatard is now what I would call one of my favourite artists/musicians, I love saying that because it's the sort of shit that keeps me going, new material that I really love, as opposed to discovering old bands I really love. It's happened two more times this year, with Frightened Rabbit and Grouper knocking me sideways with some beautiful stuff.

So, shit, Jay Reatard, huh? The 'See/Saw' b/w 'Screaming Hand' single has really cemented itself as king of Reatard land in my opinion. 'See/Saw' has that relentless pace, that fiery scribbling of acoustic strum and searing electric, a gormless blues punk rhythm/melody, and that fish hook 'She creeps me out/She grabs me in again', which rides an anthemic last 1/3rd of the song wave, that can be found in both 'Screaming Hand' and the newest single 'Always Wanting More', but is no less efficacious from over-use.

And what about 'Screaming Hand' ? I've played it countless times, but it didn't truly hit me until today how next-level, holy, transcendent, beautifully broken it is. Seemingly about an abusive father, from the son's perspective, after you've rocked out a fair bit to the skin-scraping guitar strums, gotten over the head shattering verse melody a little, and you hear the lyrics about a kid just needing a little attention, and instead getting 'An empty beer bottle/And a screaming hand', well, I mean fuck. It's like an axe to the back of your head, the way the song is so relentlessly catchy, so fucking ineffably cool sounding, and yet the things being sung are pretty messed up. The kid gets older, and he actually finds sympathy for the parent/guardian, 'But that young boy/ He's older now/Thought life was simple/But he's finding out/Just how hard things were/For this old man', so there's things like the son not being able to escape the father's legacy, seeing in himself the ability to resort to drinking, and violence towards vulnerable loved ones, sympathizing with the abuser. But it's complicated, the refrain of 'You are my hero' is repeated, and then 'And you're dying now' appear and gives a new slant on everything, the kid idolizes the old guy, and undoubtedly has mixed feelings due to the health of his dad/guardian. It would be simple for the song to be a big 'fuck you' to the owner of the 'screaming hand', but, as Jay states, life isn't simple, instead we have a kid maybe not really being able to sort through the abuse he went through, and only finding in himself forgiveness for his 'hero'. I've heard murmurings about some of Reatard's lyrics being autobiographical, like stuff on his solo debut Blood Visions (which I haven't yet listened to, but soon will), but God, I fucking hope this isn't the case here, it's just too heartbreaking.

Of course, it's also just a rocking good song, especially that synth/keyboard high toned stabbing stuff on the last verse, my goodness!

Monday, June 23, 2008

2: Caribou - The Milk Of Human Kindness [re-visit]

There is still something that keeps me at a distance from this album, and I think it's because the album doesn't have a very satisfying flow. Those short tracks littered throughout the album are annoying, too abrasive, too short and the fact that a lot of the other tracks are quite long at 5 mins plus, coupled with the drowsy nature of the music, makes this a difficult album to get on with sometimes. Which isn't at all to say that I don't like it still, it does nail a tone, or vein, consistently, it's just a bit too disjointed for me.

If you're looking for an ultimate summertimes experience, play Black Moth Super Rainbow's Dandelion Gum, then Milk Of Human Kindness and the then The Bees (or Band Of Bees, for the US) Octopus, all three albums have the same spectacularly chilled summer-time analog charm about them. A nice way to spend the first few hours of my 22nd birthday!

Sunday, June 22, 2008

6: Gui Boratto - Cromophobia

It’s strange how a thing described as ‘minimal’ can sound so maximal. And I can see other weird contradictions in minimal techno, down-tempo chilled songs can also be loud and up-beat, tracks can be void of any emotion or melody, (‘Terminal’), and then full of those things, (‘Acrostico’), within the same album, and all supposedly performed under one style. The tracks on Chromophobia certainly don’t sound minimal, they are full to the brim with clicks, clacks, beeps and bops, a giddying amount of information and at lengths of 6 or more minutes. Which makes me think that maybe the ‘minimal’ refers to the way the sounds are programmed, with normal techno you get broader strokes and bigger beats, whereas with minimal you get truncated hard little bits and pieces, and it’s more about the tone and singularity of those pieces than it is about any overwhelming body-suffusing rush, as you would get in normal techno. But I’m not sure about all that, I don’t have enough knowledge or empathy with techno to really know what I’m on about.

What I do know is that Gui Boratto’s Chromophobia is an excellent album, a mixture of dour, chilly, warm and gorgeousness. It’s one of the first few minimal techno/electronic releases that I am comfortable in calling brilliant, or confident in saying that I know well, hopefully it is a gateway album for me. The title means a fear of colour, and the album certainly starts out that way with the first 5 tracks an expressionless group. Which, as I have mentioned, isn’t a bad thing, the very texture of the components of each song are a joy to listen to, I found myself singling out particular sounds and following their progress with great interest, and they are so busy that there is a lot to keep you occupied, the dourness and chilliness only adds to the fascinating texture. Even so, it is a relief when the two middle tracks ‘Chromophobia’ and ‘The Blessing’ mark a change in tone, (it could start to get wearying listening to that first texture alone for a whole album I feel), the former has a dollop of funkiness to it and a slow analog, feedback-synth sound winding away in the background and coming to the fore near the end of the track. The latter has an orbiting synth and keyboard sound that sounds a lot more like ‘typical’ techno, but in a muted playing-in-the-next-room way, we get the usual bits and bobs littering the front of the track, razor sharp and shiny. After those tracks we get the warmer side of the album, songs are generally shorter and perhaps a little less bursting at the seams. ‘Mala Strana’ is a slow ambient surge, with piano playing, which comes as a bit of a shock when you remember the front of the album. Next is ‘Acrostico’ which continues with the ambience-laden long tones, but the melody here is more pronounced and very positive sounding, gorgeously blissful and content. ‘Xilo’ sounds like a Ms John Soda track sans vocals, ‘Hera’ returns slightly to the former tone of the album, but with a cave-like production and synth pads supplying some melody, ‘The Verdict’ is a bassy meander, with a skittering static beat and a new-wave keyboard riff 2/3rds through.

Special mention, (it’s own new paragraph and all!), must be made of ‘Beautiful Life’, which comes between ‘Xilo’ and ‘Hera’ at the back of the album. This 8 minute song is much more like what I would expect of a piece of music labelled techno. A looping, loping two chord strum that sounds a little like processed guitar serves as the base of the song, with a simple steady beat appearing front and centre, while a keyboard riff (that sounds a bit like Kraftwerk’s ‘Tour De France’ theme) is played over and over. What really makes the song, though, is when these elements fade out and then back in again at about 2 minutes, the beat is somehow harder and more insistent and the guitar-like riff suddenly expands into a chord progression, a soaring fist pumping validating anthem. And then Boratto’s wife sings ‘What a beautiful life, what a beautiful life, what a beautiful life’, with a rising of intonation on the last ‘beautiful life’, a happy and blissful delivery that is obscured by a bit of static or something, which only adds to it’s power. These elements explode and collapse periodically throughout the song, the repetitious and, yes, minimalist quality of the song lend it an implacable propulsion. I can well imagine pogoing like crazy in a dark, sweaty and baking hot club, losing my shit to this life-affirming piece of brilliance.

Well, this is many more words than I was expecting to write about this album, but it obviously made a good impression on me. I feel more confident now about delving into minimal techno/IDM/micro house because I know that I can love an album’s worth of the stuff. I think I’ll be checking out Pantha Du Prince this coming week as someone said that it is like the Gui Boratto album, but with more swing and flexibility.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Gramm - Personal Rock

Gramm is like the slow gush of morphine into your body, blood rushing, sluggish heart thumps, overlaid with metallic pinpricks, oily pings in high definition, an aural embrace. Jan Jelinek (the man behind Gramm) is pretty damn good, I have found. I'm familiar with Kosmischer Pitch, (under his own name), which came after this Gramm album. It has similar characteristics: an overall drone threaded throughout, a sort of druggy insulated atmosphere, but without minimal techno's shards of beats. Personal Rock is orgasmic to listen to, I can sometimes forget that music doesn't need melody or emotion for me to really connect with it, the masterful craft that has gone into this album is clear. I will work my way through this guy's work in the next couple of years - his stuff under the name Farben and as his own name (especially Loop-Finding Jazz Records, which I really like the idea of) - I think I have possibly found a new favourite artist here.

Monday, June 2, 2008

This Mix Doesn't Exist - Vol. 1

New feature! I shall talk briefly and at length about various tracks that I have recently come across and enjoyed, but, at the risk of making these posts worthless, I won't be offering any actual music because I am a lazy boy and I'm not 100% on the legality of such a thing, (or even on the possibility that anyone would find out and prosecute me for it). But you will find the band names link to their myspaces or last.fm pages, where you can usually find some of their stuff, if not the actual track I'm banging on about. The label names will link to the label websites where there might also be some music hosted.


This Mix Doesn't Exist - Vol. 1

1) "Modern Leper" by Frightened Rabbit from The Midnight Organ Fight on FatCat Records from 2008

A leper is used as a metaphor for a social leper. It's about not fitting in, feeling other from scoiety. The music is played in such an uplifting euphoric way, it leaves you with a sense of triumph about feeling this way, about feeling fucked up inside but being able to deal with that, and finding whatever silver-lining you can from it.

2) "Right Hand On My Heart" by The Whigs from Mission Control on ATO Rcords from 2008

Sweaty rock, chiming notes and churning riffs and powerful rhythm section with a catchy chorus. All more nuanced than you might assume, I would say "intelligent songwriting" if I could be sure of what I meant by that.

3) "Precursor (Feat. Quadraceptor)" by Amon Tobin from Supermodified on Ninja Tune from 2000

Brazillian born electronic artist, mixing hip-hop, drum and bass, jazz and shit. The album is imposing and heavy, but somehow I still find it really accessible. This track's molested jazz is different to the rest of the album in sound, but the spirit is definitely the same. The scat squeaks run through my head at unexpected moments during the day.

4) "Way Out" by Ellen Allien & Apparat from Orchestra Of Bubbles on BPitch Control from 2006

Really exciting electronic/techno stuff. The album is a mixture of textural glitches and fragments married to over-arching melodies and overt pop sensibilities. Allien's vocals don't appear often on the album, and although she can be great at singing, you don't really miss it because there is so much going on in each track you never get bored.

5) "Brief Candles" by The Zombies from Odessey And Oracle on Repertoire from 2008 (expanded anniversary edition, original album released in 1968)

Brilliant album, a psychedelic, folky, r 'n' b, British Invasion sound with some of the most sublime melodies . This song feels like a partner to The Kinks' "Waterloo Sunset", loneliness in the prettiest sense.

6) "The Swimming Song" by Vetiver from Thing Of The Past on FatCat Records from 2008

This song is originally by Loudon Wainwright IIIrd, from 1974. I Love the lyrics, about being in a bad way, but pulling through, empowerment. Softer and better recorded than the original.

7) "Ohio Heat" by Super Furry Animals from Love Kraft on Epic/Sony BMG from 2005

I Picked up this album for cheap (£1.99 brand new), presumably because it didn't sell as much as the record company expected. I probably wouldn't have bought it otherwise because SFA never really interested me. But it is a really solid album, playful and interesting. Great chorus here, and overall atmosphere.

8) "Move On Up" by Curtis Mayfield from Curtis on Rhino from 2000 (a reissue)

The contrast of his sweet falsetto smoothness and the busy funk filled track is brilliant. The horn hook slays, I never get tired of hearing it. What really propells this track is the percussion, bongos on a rapid pace, with drum kit and a latin feel to it all.

9) "Screaming Hand" by Jay Reatard from See/Saw 7" on Matador from 2008

Bit of an odd transition, but there is a similar propulsive energy, I feel. He has previously done garage rock/punk stuff, but it didn't really grab me. But a new 7" series on his new label Matador have been distinctly more pop oriented. Love the twanging chiming guitar near the end.

10) "Colorado" by Grizzly Bear from Yellow House on Warp from 2006

Strange ephemeral feel, slippery and hallucinatory. Beautiful, in it's way.

11) "Opened Space" by Grouper from Cover The Windows And Walls on Free Porcupine from 2006

This album has knocked me out. It seems like guitar-based solo songs, electronics and tape manipulation are used. Basically, a shit-ton of reverb and/or echo is used to layer notes so that they merge and slide about each other, with the vocals so indistinct as to be wordless chanting. Yet the emotional core of this solo-songwriter guitar music makes it's ghostly way through the murk, unsettling and lulling.

12) "Jesus Walk With Me" by Club 8 from The Boy Who Couldn't Stop Dreaming on Labrador from 2007

Swedish duo making soft pretty and bittersweet pop music. While I can't support the specific lyrical message, I can the jist. The line "Well if God made me/Well then Jesus saved me" is delivered brilliantly.

13) "Cigarettes" by Russian Red from I Love Your Glasses on Eureka from 2008

Spanish singer/songwriter who sings in English with a country twang which makes her voice sound a little like Joanna Newsom. Fragile and powerful song.

14) "No Need To Cry" by British Sea Power from Do You Like Rock Music? on Rough Trade from 2008

This is by secondary songwriter Hamilton, who is brother of main songwriter Yan. I usually prefer Hamilton's voice and songs, not sure why. This is buried near the end of the album, but it is one of the best songs. I think it perhaps gets over-shadowed by the crashing brashness of the front of the album, but some of those grandiose songs leave me cold. There is a strange soul influence to the music of this song, and a great late night under water production job. Lovely and weary.

5: Awesome Color - Electric Aborigines

Woops, a day late.

This album ties into the mid to late 60s garage rock stuff I’ve been getting into lately, it was released earlier this year on Thurston Moore’s Ecstatic Peace label and is their second full length. From what I’ve read, their last album was influenced by The Stooges and that is still in the sonic make up of the band, powerful throbbing rock that blurs into towering interlaced riffage, not unlike Sonic Youth, and a more grooving r ‘n’ b feel is in there too, check ‘Come And Dance’. ‘The Moon’ is a totally kickass track, the best results of all the different parts that make up the band’s aesthetic, firing on all cylinders.

I really like this album, but I think the constraints of listening for a week then putting down my thoughts about the album is showing through, I don’t know it as well as I’d like to before writing about it. So maybe I’m going to be a little looser about when I post stuff from The Album-A-Week Project.

their myspace

Monday, May 26, 2008

4: J. Tillman - Cancer And Delirium | J. Tillman Career Overview

I first came across J. Tillman unwittingly, he was tub-thumper for the instrumental band Saxon Shore. Their first widely released album Four Months Of Darkness was, and still is, a huge favourite of mine, ostensibly post-rock, it made use of the usual tropes whilst sticking in organ, accordian and a brevity in album and track length. It was an incredibly emotional album for me, and perhaps there is a projection of the self in these memories, because I was going through a shitty and very lonely time in my life. The beautiful shimmering atmospheres were perfect for early morning bus rides on a winding-swooping-rising country road, passing valleys with mist pooled at the bottom, pinks and golds and reds suffusing the freezing air and unbelievable blue skies clear of any clouds. But I never really noticed the drumming, sure it was serviceable and neat, but there wasn't, and still isn't, anything remarkable about them.

About two years ago someone posted on a forum that I regularly visit about this guy called J. Tillman, and his new album Minor Works. Now, I didn’t recognize the name as being from Saxon Shore because the band didn’t put any liner information about the band members on Four Months Of Darkness. But the guy on the forum, I felt, had some really cool taste in music, so of course I was willing to give this Tillman guy a go. Now, I hesitate to use the word ‘sensitive’ because of various negative connotations that it has accrued over the last decade or so, but when I first heard ‘Darling Night’, the first track off Minor Works, it was what immediately came to mind. There is a fragility and a hurt in Tillman’s voice that can knock you flat the first time you hear it, and it embodies some of the best things I look for when listening to country/Americana influenced music. His voice is strong, but high up in the register and with the ability to pull out a thinness when needed. A country twang hovers just out of sight and there is a strong but indefinable, (to this English guy, anyway), American accent. That’s not all, because there is also a stoic solidity in there too, borne out in the lyrical content as well as the delivery, hardly ever do you sense that the guy is feeling sorry for himself, he just talks about the realities and the sadness of relationships and life sans schmaltz.

As an album, Minor Works is slightly long and slightly over-orchestrated, but this can be forgiven due to the strength of songwriting found throughout. Violins, lap steel, piano and Tillman’s steady picking and strumming on the acoustic are the usual components. ‘With Wolves’ and ‘Minor Works’ are my stand-out tracks, there is a startling austerity of vocals and an acoustic guitar on ‘Minor Works’, and ‘With Wolves’ is more focused and meanders less than most.

The source of long tracks and meandering can be found if you go back to one of his first albums Long May You Run from (I think) 2005, which had a limited release. Here songs sometimes go to 6 or 7 minutes, and it is all performed by just Tillman and his guitar, a very minimal aesthetic. The meandering spirit of these songs speak clearly of his next album Minor Works, it seems as though he got a better distribution deal and decided to give the style of songwriting found on Long May You Run the full-band treatment. What gets highlighted when you listen to Long May You Run is Tillman’s guitar playing, un-flashy picked riffs and strummed progressions that manage to find a wide landscape to explore, and he seems so intent on exhausting that landscape that the songs get pushed to slightly unusual times for this sort of music. I would be lying if I didn’t say it can get a little boring as he cycles through every permutation and repetition of themes on his guitar, but when it works out well it takes you along for the ride through those places. The vocals have the same work to do as the guitar due to the minimal style, and they step up brilliantly. Quieter, sadder and lonelier than Minor Works, and yet somehow stronger, more melodic and more beautiful. ‘My Waking Days’ is probably my favourite J. Tillman song, twanging and yearning vocals, later on there is whistling and throughout a foreboding sense of inevitability. ‘Wayward Glance Blues’ strikes close to Jason Molina/Songs: Ohia territory, a touchstone for most of this album, really.

Now we come to the album I’ve been listening to, for the first time, all this week. Cancer And Delirium was released around April last year. It’s a cliché, but he really does meld together both of the albums I’ve been talking about, really well recorded like Minor Works, and with some well thought out but never over-done extra instrumentation, and astutely austere like Long May You Run. Then there is a tone that is all new, a slight lifting of the mood and an almost communal feel. Tillman became friends with Damien Jurado at some point over these three albums, which is utterly unsurprising because he is another obvious touchstone for the music, much like Jason Molina. It seems possible that Jurado’s brilliant Ghost Of David album from 2002 might have influenced Cancer And Delirium, although the extreme sadness of some of Tillman’s work has been scaled back, there is enough there to strike a chord with Jurado’s album. First track on Cancer…‘Visions Of A Troubled Mind’ could be a brother, literally, to first track ‘Medication’ off of Ghost…. There is also a subtle ambience in the background of some tracks, possibly passing cars, and a great attention to detail in the recording of the album, much like on Ghost….

Anyway, this meld of parts from his previous releases makes this possibly my favourite J. Tillman album. ‘When I Light Your Darkened Door’ has intentional lo-fi recording with tape ambience surrounding a blues-inspired song, a dire confessional. ‘A Fine Suit’ has that deep swirling sound of a storm in the background as Tillman regretfully sings of trading it all in for a ‘wrist watch, a pine box and a fine suit’, as strings mournfully moan, a banjo is quietly plucked and a piano slowly but gracefully stumbles. ‘Ribbons Of Glass’ showcases some old time folk style with banjo and close group harmony, something he’ll be doing a lot more now that he has joined Fleet Foxes. And, I swear I hear an organ sound straight from the Saxon Shore album mentioned earlier. There’s a deep bass, piano and some crisp drumming as the song progresses. Plus, it has a great name.

So there is J. Tillman as of now, he has a new album coming out this year called Vacilando Territory Blues, which will make it at least 4 albums in 4 years from the man, some tracks from the new one can be heard on his myspace and some tracks from Cancer And Delirium on hi last.fm page. And he is the newest member of hot-shit band of the moment Fleet Foxes, as a touring and, eventually, recording member, a fine addition I’m sure, maybe I should start listening to Fleet Foxes now?

[TLOBF Loves... J. Tillman, I'm pretty pleased with the un-edited and edited versions of this, really]

Sunday, May 18, 2008

3: Ecstatic Sunshine - Way

I have made a habit over the past week of listening to this album first thing in the morning. Ringing picked notes, chilly and clear, the *plck* of plectrums against tight strings, shifting bodies of static and digital manipulation, and finally calm repetition and tonal progressions. It is part of my morning ablutions, I go into Way with groggy eyes and mind, still living in my dreams and yesterday, and enter out the other side fresh, with my inner self scorified and ready for the day.

The dudes in Ecstatic Sunshine come from Baltimore, Maryland in the US, and they were originally a duo that played frantic double guitar workouts, see this description. For this year’s Way, the guys added an electrics manipulator to create a threesome, with one of the original members saying this is his last album with the band. Way certainly seems different to their previous album, (which I haven’t heard, all I know about it comes from Darnielle’s piece up there), somehow calmer and more reflective, and taking a completely different tact as with middle track ‘Herrons’, which features electronic staticy noise over the effects laden guitar/s. It’s not really a great comparison in the way this album feels, but I can’t help but think of last year’s Parts & Labor album Mapmaker, dollops of electronics mixed in with guitars. ‘Perrier’ is 10 minutes long and builds on those themes already put forward in the album, but also manages to synthesize pretty plucking, noisy but melodious electronics and an eventual ecstatic peak of harmony.

Anyway, I’m glad that when I read that Dusted review of this album that I listened to the sample track as I read along, because it gave me the impetus to check out this cool album. Since this release I think another electronics guy has joined the group, so it should be interesting to see where they go with it.

Links
Ecstatic Sunshine [myspace]

Friday, May 16, 2008

TLOBF: Wooden Shjips - Vol. 1


My review here:

Wooden Shjips - Vol. 1

TLOBF: Thank You - Terrible Two


Whoops, I messed up the title on the original post at TLOBF, it should be 'Terrible'. Though the more I say it, the more I think Terrbile should be a word, perhaps it can mean "spelling mistake in an album review". My review here:

Thank You - Terrible Two

Sandi Thom, Punks, Hippies And Interpretations




Now, Sandi Thom’s ‘I Wish I was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)’, (bottom of this post), gets a lot of flak, for being an annoyingly earnest song, for being so widely praised/consumed and for supposedly misunderstanding and appropriating the cultural movement of punk. But is there a little more to it?

Consider what she is saying, she brings together two images in the chorus and focus of the song, a punk and a hippie (‘flowers in my hair’). Now, just about everyone seems to go “lol, she is saying hippies and punks are the same, what a stupid bitch, lol”, but if you think about it, there are similarities in the ideological aspects of being a hippie and a punk. Hippies were about having a good time and getting high, it’s true, but there was other stuff in there too, like the ideas of creating a better society, whether that is through communes where everyone is connected and a part of a community, or through trying to stop atrocities inflicted upon other peoples as in the Vietnam War protests, and the anti nuclear and free press movements. Those are the things that are relevant here, because punk shares some of these ideas. There were big sides to punk that closely related to Anarchism and the empowerment of the people, to trying to create a better or different society than the one that existed, the anti racism gigs, and the creation of a new community for people who felt alienated and shunned by the mainstream. Of course, as with the hippies, there were other parts to punk, which don’t match up, the nihilism, the destructive spirit (which directly opposes hippie’s spiritual ideas of rebirth and creation), and the neo-Nazi, xenophobic aspects. But there is an awful lot of common ground to be found. It’s the facets that encourage and foster empowerment that might be found in Sandi Thom’s song. And, I ask you, what is more fucking punk rock than wanting to be who you are, and if that entails wearing flowers in your hair even though you are in the masculine realm of punk, then that’s what you do, fuck what anyone else thinks about it, you are expressing yourself. Another thing to note would be the existence of the Velvet Underground and The Stooges around the song’s stated time period of ‘69’, both forefathers of punk or even the first punk bands to exist, so Thom might be making reference to punk’s initial existence. Apart from all this murky ideological and historical supposings, the track has a really interesting form, the bashing percussion beating all the way through the song, the a-capella singing, and various other things, certainly not a typical pop song in that regard, let alone a chart-topping one.

But. She might well be misunderstanding and stupidly appropriating all these ideas, they might even be entirely coincidental. Lines like ‘ignorance could still be bliss’ do not inspire confidence, clearly she is yearning for a simpler time, perhaps it is the hippie aspect, where the Man was wrong, and you have to stand up to Him. Whereas the punk era had a lot more ambiguous personal struggles, and the Man was still there, sure, but the punks realized that they too were made with the same mould as the Man. Worshipping naivety isn’t a fulfilling scene. The references to ‘anarchism’, you feel, may be less about the social-political idea of tearing everything down and starting again, and more about name-checking the Sex Pistol’s song without any other deeper meaning. Plus she is signed to RCA, so she must be a corporate shill, despite her supposedly DIY beginnings. The song also trades in the awful cultural trend of nostalgia worshipping, when the ‘media couldn’t buy your soul’, ‘not everyone drove a car’, ‘kids were wearing hand-me-downs’, and etcetera. Maybe go watch Ashes To Ashes, laugh at Rickrolling, prattle on about Madonna, and watch 80s movies with your rose-tinted glasses, instead of blaring stupidity at us.

So, maybe there is, and maybe there isn’t more to this song, how conclusive!


Wednesday, May 14, 2008

2: Caribou - The Milk Of Human Kindness

So, The Milk Of Human Kindness has that trademark technicolour wonderland sound to it that Up In Flames had, a warm rush of current pulling you out to sea. Using (perfectly) imperfect warm production and recording, everything has a slightly fuzzy edge, from the keyboard notes to the drumming to Snaith’s voice, and we have another summer album on our hands. There is a slight scaling back of the elation that is found on Up In Flames, but an almost as enjoyable calmness threads through The Milk Of Human Kindness. There are deviations, or rather expansions, that are followed. Sometimes structure takes a back seat, a melody that you can’t quite neatly describe flows outwards towards the horizon, with the underpinning pops, percussion taps and note tinkles almost becoming inconsequential in scale as the track stretches on. I would be lying if I said my attention didn’t sometimes waver during these parts, but I found it was as much a matter of finding the right situation and time to experience the album and connect with it’s style as anything. We find shorter tracks here as well that act as tension releasers, hip-hop informed percussion pulling you through by your t-shirt to the next part of the album, or clearly focused under a minute tonal songs which also have a similar effect. I suppose it’s unsurprising that Kieran Hebden (Four Tet) is good friends with Snaith, there are definite similarities in style, and I was definitely struck during one of those instrumental hip-hop styled tracks by that similarity, it sounded kinda like ‘As Serious As Your Life’ off of Four Tet’s Rounds. I will really enjoy spinning this album during the summer, and maybe I’ll be adding Caribou’s next album, 2007’s Andorra, to The Album-A-Week Project before the summer’s out.

1: Two Gallants - What The Toll Tells

Two Gallants’ What The Toll Tells is a bit of a disappointment to me. The Throes had youthful abandon, with a concentrated focus on story and using popular reference points, (blues, country, folk), in a non-typical way. There was a sense of fun underneath the churning, serious surface of their debut, as if the guys were revelling in recreating their favourite music. But WTTT seems to lack that in some way, songs stretch out past 9 mins in a couple of cases, ideas stretched beyond their worth. All in service of the stories they are telling, I suppose, but that doesn’t really make me want to carry on listening, especially when the instrumentation can be so dour. A more brittle feeling comes from these songs, I guess.

But, I shall persevere with it, give it more time to draw me in and we’ll see how it goes, hopefully I can post some more in depth thoughts in the future.

The Album-A-Week Project info here

TLOBF: Wildbirds & Peacedrums - Heartcore



My review here:
Wildbirds & Peacedrums - Heartcore

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

The Album-A-Week Project!


TA-A-WP is where I listen to one new, (to me, it doesn't have to be released this year), album, giving it attention and at least four plays over the course of a week. Every Sunday I will post about my time with the album for that week, what I think of it and etc, and any other thing that I think is relevant, and maybe I'll even do a post or two during the week as things occur to me.

The reason I've started this is because I find myself with a bunch of albums that I really want to listen to, but haven't got around to doing so, for one reason or another. They are sometimes albums that I have read about and got excited for and then promptly forgotten about, and sometimes they can be by artists that I love but am strangely reticent about carrying on with. I think it stems from my gut reaction of giving each album I listen to a lot of time to win me over, or rather a lot of time for me to explore. Doing that leaves me listening over and over to the same album by an artist and not really progressing with their catalogue even though I want to. In some senses I can see that is a good thing to do because it means I get a lot of mileage out of what I listen to, but it also hinders me, I am spread so thin on artists that I profess to love because I only know one album. Maybe that's a petty worry, but I still think I can benefit from a project like this, in a way it forces me to look at the album I am listening to almost as much as if I came to it through my own slow meandering listening habits.

So, these are the albums at the moment (I will probably add ones to the list as and when I obtain them):

- Adem - Love And Other Planets
- Akron/Family, Angels Of Light - Split LP
- Animal Collective - Sung Tongs
- Awesome Color - Electric Aborigines
- Burial - S/T
- Caribou - The Milk Of Human Kindness
- Colleen - Les Ondes Silencieuses
- Crooked Fingers - Dignity And Shame
- Dalek - Abandoned Language
- David Thomas Broughton - The Complete Guide To Insufficiency
- Ecstatic Sunshine - Way
- Electrelane - The Power Out
- Elephant Micah - And The Agrarian Malaise
- Four Tet - Everything Ecstatic
- Fuck Buttons - Street Horrrsing
- Gang Of Four - Solid Gold - Another Day/Another Dollar EP
- Gui Boratto - Chromophobia
- Holy Fuck - LP
- J. Tillman - Cancer And Delirium
- Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala
- Jesu - Lifeline EP - Pale Sketches
- Joanna Newsom - Ys
- Kathleen Edwards - Back To Me
- Magazine - The Correct Use Of Soap
- Pantha Du Prince - This Bliss
- Quasimoto - The Further Adventures Of Lord Quas
- Swell Maps - Jane From Occupied Europe
- The Black Keys - Magic Potion
- The dbs - Stands For Decibels
- The Feelies - Crazy Rhythms
- The Lodger - Grown-Ups
- The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
- Two Gallants - What The Toll Tells
- Working For A Nuclear Free City - Businessmen & Ghosts
- Young Marble Giants - Colossal Youth

I've already done two weeks worth, so I shall post my thoughts on them over the next couple of days.