REAL ESTATE, FAMILY PORTRAIT: LIVE AT MONSTER ISLAND BASEMENT


Last time I saw real Estate they were opening for Woods at Market Hotel. I liked them well enough then to catch them at another Todd P show this weekend, featuring a total of 4 bands, although we only saw 3 of them.

Liam the Younger was on stage when we got there, and they were going at it. They weren’t bad, but they did need some help in the vocals department. Both of the singers were a little bit weak. Neither projected enough and there wasn’t any balance, you could barely hear the poor kids. I am going to chalk it up to a little bit of inexperience and a little bit of nerves.

Family Portrait was up next, and in my opinion, they stole the show. Their music has a lot of variety and a lot of energy. Styles swing from 60’s surfer songs to Nirvana inspired rock songs. Despite the range of influences, it was still a consistent sound, and enjoyable the whole way through. I look forward to hearing more from these boys (guys? we were guessing at their ages, and the results were inconclusive). Whatever they are doing, I hope playing Todd P basement shows is the springboard for a real record. Stay tuned, I’ll be following up on them.

Real Estate headlined the show. Here’s the thing about them: they are extremely consistent in their sound. They all sort of blend together a little bit. They put on a good show technically, despite a crowd of adoring fans, people weren’t getting into it. On another note, they had some er…supporters there who were sort of shouting in between songs and it was rather unprofessional. I don’t want to be that uptight person at a show…but I feel like these guys are probably going to do very well for themselves in the next couple of years and the time to establish themselves as professionals is now. As far as their musical performance was concerned they played like top notch gentleman, I think they just need to get their friends under control a little bit.

A few words about Monster Island Basement: I miss Market Hotel. It had such character (i think that character was old nicotine) and it was a good shape so that you were never in a bad sopt. MIB has lots of suppor beams, and a weird corner stage that makes it easy to be in a blind zone or stuck right next to a speaker. I’ll take it over nothing for sure, but I amholding out hope that Todd P can get proper licensing in place for MH so that it will come back to life. Without the nicotine.

<3 The Elephant

THE MORNING BENDERS, HOLIDAY SHORES: LIVE AT MUSIC HALL OF WILLIAMSBURG


Saturday (4/24)  night’s line-up at Music Hall of Williamsburg was a sunny pop-rock theme adventure. Featured headliners The Morning Benders are from lovely San Francisco and their music certainly reflects it. As much of today’s west coast rock, they are breezy and infectious–ladies seem to be most susceptible to the beguiling charms of lead singer Chris Chu’s charms. Big Echo has received tons of critical acclaim (a great 8.2 from LTH) throughout the blogosphere since day 1, so it was no surprise that they were able to completely sell out 2 shows here in New York. Their particular brand of 50’s surf inspired indie pop is nice because it blends contemporary indie rock with obvious throwbacks and lots of charisma.

The first thing I noticed about the stage was the clean set up. The space was completely clear of extraneous objects (amps, cups, cords, instruments, etc.) with the bass, guitar and keyboard/guitar players all standing in a clean line across the front of the stage facing out toward the audience. The drummer was on a platform directly behind the lead singer. The simplicity of the set up felt fresh, there was no machinery, just people and instruments, making genuine music. Secondly, this open space allowed for lots of movement from Chu which he freely used for almost every song. The other endearing thing that Chu does is thank the audience between every song, and announce the song title. His unpretentious attitude was cute and very strongly targeted his large group of youthful female fans.
They opened with a fuzzy tune up that turned into a swelling song which I failed to write the title in my notes. I did write a note to myself that my photographer Jeremy confirmed: there are some really Grizzly Bear-ish elements to their music. Certainly more pop hooks and catchier tunes than GB. A little research confirms my suspicion: they toured in Fall 2009 supporting Grizzly Bear, and GB’s Chris Taylor produced the album. The strong drum line and piercing guitar in songs like Hand Me Downs and Promises are where I was hearing the influence most. I think the California take on the GB sound is really working for them. Frankly, every song was solid, and more exciting live than in recording. We lucked out and they also played a new song called Go Grab a Stranger which featured a great interaction between the guitarists who happen to be brothers (its extremely apparent on stage).
As much as I enjoyed the performance, I did feel like the quantity of interaction between Chris Chu and the audience was a little bit extreme. This was certainly the closest I’ve ever come to being near a heartthrob. During their viral hit Excuses, he outright jumped off the stage and was roaming around in the audience. Interestingly, there is very little written literature about them. Stereogum did an interview, but I’m curious about the band itself, and looking for more history from them.
I only heard one of the openers, but it was a band from Tallahassee FL called Holiday Shores. We happened to be positioned next to their super fans and record reps, so it seemed like everyone around us was really enthusiastic about their performance. I certainly liked them, and thought they were a great fit for The Morning Benders. Holiday Shores sounds like a jammy/psych pop explosion. There was lots of crazy onstage dancing, particularly from the lead guitarist wailing on a symbol. The lead Singer/Key Boardist reminded me of Vampire Weekend’s Ezra Koenig. Also, I think I need to personally do some vintage shopping in Florida, because i was obsessed with both his floral printed shirt and his cardigan.

<3 The Elephant

(Photos courtesy: Jeremy Bold)

FILM REVIEW: EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP

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By the end of the film you’ll be scratching your head trying to separate “Art” from well… everything else.   Exit Through The Gift Shop is an insightful commentary on street art, and how easily it can go from countercultural movement to a social status symbol sold to the highest bidder.

The film centers on LA vintage boutique owner and confused francophone Thierry Guetta, an overweight man in his mid 40’s, with a face full of hair and a shaky command of the English language (often to comic effect).  Guetta is obsessed with recording his every waking moment, which he accomplishes with the aid of a handheld camera.  Guetta’s obsession with filming combined with an enthusiastic but ultimately delusional sense of the world takes him on a journey from amateur cameraman, to bogus graffiti documentarian, to self-proclaimed street artist and overnight sensation.

As the first to turn a camera on the world of illicit street art, Guetta was in a unique position to document a majority of the world’s greatest street artists.  Influenced by his relationships with Banksy, Shepard Fairey and others, Guetta eventually finds himself motivated to create his own art.  Putting the camera down at the suggestion of his role model/friend, Banksy, Guetta takes to the LA streets, reflecting back the style of the artists he so assiduously documented.  Like a happy little puppy having just been tossed a new bone, Guetta begins plastering Los Angeles with building-sized stencil portraits of his newfound persona “Mr. Brainwash”.

Inspired to create an event around his art, Guetta’s prolific plastering was ultimately outshone by his self-sponsored solo exhibit of over 200 pieces. The pieces are, in some cases, massively derivative and, some might say, knockoffs and caricatures of his friends’ and mentors’ work.  Instead of developing his body of work over time, Mr. Brainwash mass produces his pieces on a factory-style assembly line, staffed by several unfortunate “assistants”.  When Mr. Brainwash’s solo show grosses over a million dollars in sales, it leaves the art world in a wake of questions and confusion.  Was what just happened art, commerce, self-promotion? Or something far more insidious? And what implications does Mr. Brainwash’s success have for the art world?

Exit Through The Gift Shop is amazing, humorous and insightful; much credit is due to the director, artist and long time social prankster, Banksy. In the end, Guetta may have us all brainwashed.

-David Jackowski

LIARS: LIVE AT BOWERY BALLROOM

Upon initial listen, Liars sound rather hardcore and angry, and you know me, I shy away from hardcore. Lately though I’ve been signing a different tune, I have started to get into lo-fi, which has led me closer to noise rock and hardcore.

So with a little nudging from the deeply trusted Nana, and some other music friends, I decided to go see them at Bowery Ballroom on 4/15/10. If I don’t like them at Bowery, then they just aren’t for me. I really gave their 2007 ST album a few good listens before the show. At Jeremy’s recommendation I started with the last track, Protection. It’s the softest and most melodic track, and really demonstrates the depth of what Liars are doing. Before the show I was still not 100% on board, but hey, I love shows, so nothing to lose.

We got there just in time for Liars. To me they seem to be a great paradox: the sound doesn’t match the act of the band. This can be either a good thing or a bad thing, in this case it’s a wonderful thing. They clearly work really hard to build the sound they create, and do it with fervor and enthusiasm. Front man and lead singer Angus Andrew has incredibly long forearms, and when he dances he looks a bit like a transvestite orangoutang, very feminine and little awkward. I loved his dancing, it really defined the paradox: post punk meets Brittany Spears? Also, Andrew is totally raging on stage, and sweats like crazy. He would be still for a moment and then start head banging, and it was like a backlit shower. In the meantime, while Andrew is on stage rocking out, the crowd was essentially moshing in the front. Their music does have some violent undertones (“Blood, Blood, Blood” from the track “Broken Witch”) but also some sweet moments. Part of me wonders if it is intended as sarcasm and humor, validating the fact that upon first listen they are merely a hardcore band, but in reality they have a serious musical background and strong theme.

They were having fun onstage, and being badass rocker pirates has nothing to do with the image, and everything to do with the music. They were incredible onstage, created such energy that I am considering seeing them again at Music Hall of Williamsburg on Sunday. They make me want to run out and see Fuck Buttons and No Age and every other angry band that I previously thought I didn’t want to see.

Have a nice weekend Lovies!

(all photos courtesy of Ryan Muir)

<3 The Elephant

LCD SOUNDSYSTEM: LIVE AT WEBSTER HALL

LCD Soundsystem returned to the stage this week with warm-up performances at Music Hall of Williamsburg last Thursday and another performance at Webster Hall on Monday, April 12th. We last caught LCD Soundsystem in 2007 in support of their sophomore album Sound of Silver which was the last proper tour they’ve played. The time away from the stage resulted in a focused effort on the upcoming though already leaked “This is Happening.” While the album had been leaking out track by track, first with Drunk Girls, then Pow Pow the full album hit the Internet last night and you couldn’t help but get the impression that James was keenly aware of this as he literally got down on his knees and begged the crowd not to fileshare the album. Knowing that filesharing has become a fact of the business he went so far as to say, if you’re going to steal it and share it, fine…just please wait until we release it so we can do it the way we want to. A great point considering James has indicated that This is Happening is to be the final release of the band under this moniker.

Following the hilariously enjoyable set by Fall on your Sword, LCD took the the stage and Murphy’s ill-preparation was hardly recognizable. Looking a bit as though he had only just arisen from a week on the couch and as he admitted, a bit too much on the booze, Murphy started into “Pow Pow,” what will hopefully prove to be the first single from the upcoming album. The energy you come to expect with an LCD Soundsystem show was delivered with the first note. Perhaps he’d forgotten just how incredible LCD Soundsystem comes off live because he continued to thank the crowd over and over for our energy and the way we were dancing. By the time Us vs. Them hit bodies were slamming everywhere and that this was among their warm-up shows had long been forgotten. Unfortunately, such absence was never more obvious than when Murphy started into one of the old classics and one of my personal favorites, “Losing My Edge” when Murphy stumbled drunk through the lines and while the song has always been something of a mockery, Murphy seemed to be mocking his fans in the way he performed this one. While a lyric guy and one who loves Murphy’s off kilter vocals, the best moment for me came when Murphy’s mic broke midway through “Yeah” and he along with the rest of the band launched into the loudest, most violent rendition of the song that I’ve ever heard.

Closing the set with the song that he almost has no option but to close with when performing in New York was of course “New York I Love You” and it seemed to show that Murphy is either completely ready and didn’t need the warm-ups or he’s got a way to go before being completely ready because he was acting goofy and asking himself rhetorical questions throughout the set.

All in all, the music speaks for itself and anytime you have LCD Soundsystem playing LCD Soundsystem’s music, it’s going to be a great time, and while I loved that Murphy was playful with the crowd, I would rather hear him take his own music a little more seriously. I look forward to hearing the rest of This is Happening and having those songs soaked up on the dance floor the way Someone Great and others have over the last few years because once Murphy starts playing all of these songs like he did in those moments of “Us vs Them” and “Yeah” last night, he’s going to murdering kids on the dance floor.

See more photos below:

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Setlist:
Pow Pow
Yr City’s a Sucker
Us V. Them
Drunk Girls
Losing My Edge
All My Friends
I Can Change
Tribulations
Movement
Yeah

Encore:
Someone Great
Daft Punk Is Playing At My House
New York I Love You

LCD Soundsystem @ Webster Hall (4/12/10) from Jaime’s Weekly Concert Alert on Vimeo.

LCD Soundsystem @ Webster Hall (4/12/10) from Jaime’s Weekly Concert Alert on Vimeo.

MGMT: CONGRATULATIONS

[rating:3]

MGMT: Congratulations

Label: Columbia

Release Date: April 13, 2010

A lot can happen in three years. Just ask Ben Goldwasser and Andrew VanWyngarden, the duo behind Brooklyn-based MGMT. In 2007, the band released Oracular Spectacular, an album made up mostly of neo-psychedelia but highlighted by a trio of glorious candy-colored synth-pop singles. One of them, the anthemic “Time to Pretend,” employed an ironic rock star daydream—complete with models, drugs, cars and choking on your own vomit—to convey genuine angst about expiring youth and the threat of a future spent in the muck of normality; it was also catchy enough to make them into actual rock stars. Only a few years after graduating from liberal arts college, the pair were opening for Radiohead, yielding collaboration requests from Paul McCartney, topping charts and winning Grammys and having the cliches they had previously only joked about thrust in their faces. It wasn’t exactly a leftfield success story—of all their fellow Williamsburg Players, it’s easy to imagine these two fashionable hipsters being the ones to hit it the biggest—but as guys who believed they could only pretend of a life beyond morning commutes and office jobs, Goldwasser and VanWyngarden would probably tell you the last three years have been totally fucking crazy.

Maybe too crazy. As hinted at by the sarcastically self-impressed title, Congratulations is a song cycle about fame, but musically it is a retreat from everything that actually made MGMT famous. Nothing here is as instantly grabby as Oracular Spectacular‘s Holy Trinity of “Time to Pretend,” “Kids” and “Electric Feel,” nor do any of the songs aspire to that level of supreme pop ecstasy. Instead, it expands on the elements of its debut overshadowed by that trio of tight, focused gems—namely, Oracular‘s loose, unfocused second half. Except with duller production. And less hooks. Oh, and fake British accents, for some reason.

Is this just a classic example of Difficult Second Album Syndrome? Or is it, as some early reviews have theorized, the band’s deliberate attempt to torpedo itself and, in the process, a fanbase it doesn’t really want? A little of both, probably. Those disappointed critics are forgetting that Oracular‘s singles were the anomalies on that album; the sound of Congratulations is more honest about what kind of band MGMT really is: retro-revivalists enamored with the free-flowing quirkiness of ’60s psyche-pop. But after fooling everyone into thinking you’re an electro-dance group, sticking a 12-minute, shape-shifting cloud of opium smoke (“Siberian Breaks”) in the middle of your sophomore effort is clearly an act of intentional polarization: Either you’re on this trip with them, or you never were to begin with.

All that’s fine, of course, if the songs are there. For the most part on Congratulations, they aren’t. Too many ideas feel incomplete. Opener “It’s Working,” driven by an ascending pseudo-surf guitar riff and underpinned by harpsichord and burbling percussion, starts with great forward momentum but eventually goes limp. “Someone’s Missing” begins with VanWyngarden’s lonely voice floating somewhere out in the ether before bursting into the sunniest moment on the album…and then it promptly fades out. At other times, the band shoves a bunch of those half-formed ideas into one song, causing the whole thing to either break apart at the seams (the schizoid panic of “Flash Delirium”) or drift off to nowhere (“Siberian Breaks,” the useless instrumental “Lady Dada’s Nightmare”). “Brian Eno,” a speedy hallucinogenic fantasy that imagines the titular producer doling out career advice from a black cathedral, pairs the record’s catchiest chorus with its goofiest concept, which must’ve thrilled the band’s label as it dug through all those fractured parts searching for something to sell the album on.

And then there’s the title track. It ends Congratulations on a somber, acoustic slow-dissolve, but it is really the sequel to “Time to Pretend,” where that song’s impossible rock’n’roll dreams come true. Only, instead of models and cars and drugs, the band finds itself surrounded by sycophants and accountants and new friends “that keep on combing back their smiles,” choking not on vomit but its own hype and living for nothing but empty pats on the back. If this is fame, VanWyngarden and Goldwasser would probably rather not have it anymore. And after this album, they might get their wish. As someone once said, life can always start up anew.

-Matthew Singer

A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS, THE BIG PINK: LIVE AT WEBSTER HALL

A Place to Bury Strangers:

Brooklyn’s volume knob maximalist trio A Place to Bury Strangers is an experience in noise. They played Webster Hall last night, March 30th and made me believe the hype that they are New York City’s “loudest band.”

Their sound — an obvious nod to 80’s post-punk, noise-rock like My Bloody Valentine, Jesus & Mary Chain, New Order and Echo and the Bunnymen (but louder) — is a heavy, atmospheric wall-of-sound-influenced blend of psychedelic and shoegaze, only slightly veiled under a blanket of intense feedback. While noisy, APTBS is not just loud for the sake of being loud. Beneath the distortion, the band spills out some really intricate melody-driven songs rooted in an overwhelming array of textures that are really mesmerizing to listen to when you let them wash over you.
Performing most of the set either buried in darkness and smoke, or exposed by scorchingly bright white strobe light effects, they create the perfect vibe that disorients and intensifies the experience. Silhouettes emerge in and out of the layers of smoke, as the band wastes no time getting passionately loud.  “In Your Heart,” plays out like the album version, verging upon a more aggressive Joy Division track, while the more gritty “I Live My Life To Stand In The Shadow Of Your Heart” is a total sonic experience. After splitting open the song, the band launched into an extended noise jam, thrashing and swinging instruments around to create all kinds of manic feedback. It was a sonic barrage for the audience.
Between the sheer volume, darkness and smoke, I wasn’t sure whether Oliver Akermann had broken his guitar trashing around, unplugged it in protest or was just haphazardly fiddling with effects. But by the time they brilliantly convulsed back into the melody, flawlessly timed and executed,  it became increasingly obvious: these are no happy accidents to cultivating this kind of sound; these are bona fide sound architects at work. Akermann’s Stage performance is really compelling to watch, and it’s not a put-on. He rips into his guitar, spitting bitter lyrics and reverb-drenched guitar hooks, and exploring effects pedals while convening a penetrating sense of dread and isolation without the least bit of self-awareness or even acknowledgement of the audience that’s witnessing this sonorous copulation. And by performing his craft un-self-consciously and with such passion, he transcends most loud, hardcore rockers and is infinitely more interesting to watch. Jay Space’s relentless, synthier 80’s drum machine beats and Jono Mofo’s heavy bass complete the trio, making it hard to believe only three guys are able to propagate this kind of noise. The performance, like their music, is dark, loud, and reckless. A throwback to New York’s grittier, post-punk basement clubs only louder, where volume and thrashing through a sweat- soaked crowd can get you as fucked as the booze. They didn’t perform an encore, but there was no need. They poured every ounce of proverbial sweat into the performance and had said everything there was for them to say.

MP3: A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS: EXPLODING HEAD

MP3: A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS: IN YOUR HEART

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The Big Pink:
Mp3: THE BIG PINK: VELVET

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ACRYLICS, LISSY TRULLIE, BEAR HANDS, HOLY GHOST!: LIVE AT GLASSLANDS

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Lissy Trullie:

Lissy Trullie has become the rocker du jour for fashionistas and hipsters throughout New York. She oozes hipness. With her 60’s mod warhol haircut, dangerously high mini skirt, and sexy pouty stage persona, there is no question, Lissy is interesting to look at.  But its not all style over substance. Her set on Friday showed she can be interesting to listen to as well. Working through a mix of noisy garage pop rock hits with Strokes-like riffs, along side some more poppy Blondiesc tunes, and a surprisingly good cover of Hot Chips “Ready for the Floor”, she managed to grab my full attention and leave me wanting [to hear] more…and I swear it wasn’t just the mini skirt… I think.

Lissy Trullie – “Self-Taught Learner (TMDP Remix)” | download

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Bear Hands:

Bear Hands were probably the most buzzed about band of the night, and they managed to live up to the hype for me. They are rapidly becoming my new favorite Brooklyn band and a band to keep on your radar this year. They blend a mix of post-punk, indie rock, shoegaze and 90’s alternative rock into a totally unique sound that had the whole crowd moving. Jumping in and out of riotous percussion segments with bass player, Val Loper doubling up on drums and maracas, they create sort of an ethnic folky art rock sound that manages to sound distinctly American. Singer Dylan Rau, showing some west coast love, rocked a Giants cap, displaying the word “fat” on his guitar in black electric tape?, at times sounded like Girls singer Christopher Owens, at times like Pavement, at times Cold War Kids but with a hangover. Often moving from funky singing to emotionally shouting, Rau has an uncanny ability to bring an urgent anxiousness to his performance, while at the same time seeming barely bothered. Its like he just woke up and we are all interrupting something but hes too lazy/drunk to tell us. “Cant Stick Em” was one of the sets highlights with its over driven bass, and fast tight drums swirled into Bear Hands patented shuffling gait, giving the the band a more urban new wave vibe that was really fun to dance to. Get out and see these guys before they blow up.

Bear Hands – “What A Drag” | download

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Holy Ghost! (DJ set)

Holy Ghost! – “I Will Come Back (Classixx remix)” | download

QUACK QUACK: SLOW AS AN EYEBALL

[rating:2]
Quack Quack: Slow As An Eyeball
label: Cuckundoo Records
Release date: May 10, 2010

Slow As An Eyeball gradually eases the listener in with the relatively subdued ‘Perpetual Spinach’. The anarchic side to the band shines through in ‘D Motherfucker D’ where a chaotic intro paves the way for the playfully melodic keyboard lines backed up by Turpin’s Afrobeat inspired rhythms and Bannister’s sludgy bassline. Coincidence had it that jazz band Polar Bear were in Leeds during one of Quack Quack’s recording sessions, and having previously been acquainted on the Fulborn Teversham tour, Seb Rochford and Pete Wareham accepted an invitation to guest on a couple of tracks. The penultimate track ‘Slow As An Eyeball’ was one such song; an insistent groove that builds to a frenzy culminating in Wareham’s squawky sax and Rochford’s fierce and turbulent drumming. The trio show their love for jazz one minute (‘Three’) and motorik the next (‘Jack Of None’), ideas and influences colliding naturally and falling into place. Quack Quack are a band that always like to keep on their toes whilst still evidently having fun along the way. Extensive touring will take place for much of 2010.

You can download ‘D Motherfucker D’ from Slow As An Eyeball free here:



BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB: BEAT THE DEVIL’S TATTOO

[rating:3.5]

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: Beat the Devil’s Tattoo

Label: Vagrant Records

Release Date: March 8, 2010

Stream the album for free HERE

Review coming soon…

(…never came.)

YEASAYER: ODD BLOOD


[rating:5]

Yeasayer: Odd Blood

Label: Secretly Canadian

Release Date: February 9, 2010

It’s a good thing Yeasayer is mostly full of shit. In the run up to the release of its second album, the Brooklyn band claimed it was partially inspired by the theory of Singularity, which hypothesizes that artificial intelligence will eventually overtake that of the human mind. If that were actually true, and the group had gone ahead and constructed a concept album about man versus machine, Odd Blood wouldn’t be the florescent joy that it is. It certainly starts out hinting at some larger idea which might possibly involve revolting computers: opener “The Children” features garbled vocals and a clanging, industrial stomp, and is easily the worst song of the ten. But by the end of the record, frontman Chris Keating is singing about he and his girl “making love ’til the morning light” over a clattering clap-along chorus, and the experience as a whole is less a pseudo-scientific think-piece than it is the soundtrack to the romantic sci-fi drama John Hughes never got to make…on acid.

A lot easier to believe is the group’s assertion that it wants to compete with the likes of Rihanna for space on the world’s dance floors. As Animal Collective did with last year’s Merriweather Post Pavilion, on Odd Blood Yeasayer puts aside its art-pop pretensions in favor of making art that simply pops. 2007’s All Hour Cymbals thought being psychedelic meant not having to write real songs, and sometimes it does, but the flashes of melody and atmospheric inventiveness on their debut only made you hope the trio would eventually hang its mishmash of ideas on something sturdier. And now it has—namely, the drums of a dude who used to backup Peter Gabriel. And a shitload of synths, too.

So yeah, this is a “New New Wave” (or, sigh, “nu-wave”) record. Those aforementioned drums—particularly on the sublimely airy highlight “Madder Red”—are the same kind of huge, echoey cloudbursts that made wimps like Simple Minds and Human League seem muscular. Anand Wilder’s guitar appears only in snippets, often buried under a stack of glittering keyboards. And the slow-drifting closer “Grizelda” is about ruthless Colombian drug kingpin Griselda Blanco, whose exports kept American clubs up all night back in the ’80s. But Odd Blood is not a work of empty nostalgia. It is, in fact, very much an album of the late-aughties, when the accessibility of music has saturated young artists with so many sounds it’s impossible not to just feed them all through the pop kaleidoscope. And, despite appearances, it is still very much a Yeasayer album. The band hasn’t ditched the worldly influences of All Hour Cymbals—they’ve been absorbed into rhythms. First single “Ambling Alp,” a jittery earwig named after 1930s boxer Primo Carnera (between this and “Lisztomania,” Phoenix’s hyper-infectious ode to 19th century composer Franz Liszt, the key to a hit single appears to be clicking the Random Article function on Wikipedia and writing about the first historical figure that comes up), has a reggae lilt beneath the glowing electro production. “O.N.E.” bounces along on a rubbery disco beat that’s straight out of carnivale. And there are traces of dub and Middle Eastern folk sprinkled throughout. Everything is coated in a unifying Technicolor sheen, showing the group has learned that psychedelia can be trippy and groovy at the same time, man.

As for a theme? Well, that’s easy: love. Not a cloying, disingenuous love either. “I Remember,” a ballad about Keating’s wife built around a fluttering keyboard line, is the most full-hearted, with references to “making out on an airplane,” “golden hearts in a fresh cut grass” and “being stupid together.” It’s warm and sentimental without being saccharine. And it’s also the greatest counterargument to that Singularity nonsense: Computers might one day be able to think like us, but they’ll never be able to feel like we do.

-Matthew Singer

FANG ISLAND: FANG ISLAND

[rating:3.5]

Fang Island: Fang Island

Label: Sargent House

Release Date: February 23, 2010

Stream the album for free HERE

Dan Deacon, Mr Holland’s Opus, Joe Satanari, Early 90’s After School Specials, The Go! Team and Starburst (the candy). These are all things that come to mind after repeated listens to Fang Island’s eponymous EP. Band members say this music is the sound of “everyone high-fiving everyone.”  And I have to say, I agree: this album is just so easy to love. But a written description doesn’t do it justice. My advice? Buy it and give it a listen.

Since I experienced this album in such a different way, I figured I’d approach this review in a completely different way. Here is my freestyle take on Fang Island:

Only good things, guitar circles and drum rings, celebration, congratulations, block party booming bass,  tweeting, sweeping, smashing, crashing, putting a smile on everyone’s face. Is it Summer yet? It must be Summer. This is the new Summer sound. One foot planted firmly on the f/x pedal, the other never touches down.  Flash, Panache, Substance and style, even the organ seems to smile, Joyful handclaps and blissed-out beats, mighty tighty moogs and keys. Echo chamber echoes, criss-crossing melodies, soaring, soulful ooh’s and aaaah’s, childlike glee. Muscle car guitars, glitter, sparkles and stars. Indie Tabernacle Choirboy choruses blasting from Chevy Cavaliers and Ford Tauruses, reoccurring ditties and nothing remotely shitty. Rock, pop, chamber and twee, psych, freak, alt and of course indie.  Spin it some more and don’t let it stop. In with a snap and out with a pop.

-Casey Bowers

BELMUNDO REGAL: RADIO RADIO

[rating:3]
Belmundo Regal: Radio Radio
Label: Bonsound Records
Release date: March 2, 2010
Described as a “unique sound, a feverish halfway between electro and hip hop,” Radio Radio, hailing from Montreal Quebec, are nothing if not entertaining on their sophomore album Belmundo Regal. Rapping in Franglais (a particularly Canadian blend of English and French), Radio Radio grabbed my attention the first time I heard them even though I didn’t entirely understand what they were saying. After finishing up a stint at SXSW, Radio Radio will be playing shows in Quebec before heading to LA at the end of April. They are definitely worth checking out if you have the opportunity. Listen to the single Enfant Special from Belmundo Regal on the band’s CBC radio three profile here: http://r3.ca/05VV
Check out more of my favourite (that’s right favourite with a “u”) Canadian artists here: http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/profile/monaghanliz
-Strange Brew

POLAR BEAR: PEEPERS

[rating:2.5]

Polar Bear:  Peepers
Label:
Leaf
Release Date: March 1, 2010

Categorizing Sebastian Rochford poses problems. Jazz is at the heart of his work, yet his understanding of and engagement with a wide range of genres are such that it’s impossible to shoehorn his recordings into neat and tidy boxes. Peepers is Rochford’s fourth album as the leader and percussionist of the London-based Polar Bear, alongside collaborators Leafcutter John, Tom Herbert, Pete Wareham and Mark Lockheart. It confirms that the unassuming but sharply focused young Scot is pursuing his muse as openly and as adventurously as possible, studiously avoiding any straight retreads of his previous work while letting a distinctive composer’s voice come to the fore.

More than its predecessors (2004’s Dim Lit, 2005’s Mercury Prize-nominated Held On The Tips Of Fingers and 2008’s Polar Bear), Peepers sounds very close to a live Polar Bear performance. The kind of session that has won the group a diverse audience with exuberant music that opens out into moments of freewheeling abstraction. Rochford’s gift for melodic writing acquires new depth on this latest venture, where the music displays both art and pop sensibilities in the most organic and coherent fashion. “I wanted to open the music up with a different kind of harmony,” he says.

Above all there is a sense of completeness in the emotional sub-text of Rochford’s writing. Peepers has moments of unbridled joy – like the euphoric ‘Happy For You’ – where the whole band bounces on a rock beat without resorting to cliché. In the front line, the two tenor saxophones create prickly, grainy timbres and also let rip with solos that contrast the marked difference in tone between the two players. If there is a certain ruggedness in the way that the instruments come across in the performance, it is wholly intended. Rochford insisted on simple working conditions.

“The recording process was definitely different this time,” he explains. “I wanted to record this album as raw and spontaneous as possible with us just setting up in a room and playing, with no separation or headphones. I thought this would alter the way we played together in the studio, hearing how the tone of our instruments blended naturally like we do in rehearsals or gigs.
“Many of my favourite albums were recorded this way so I wanted to try it and see. I also wanted to record the tunes when they were in a more naïve state, so I didn’t give most of the music to everyone till just before the recording, when we had two gigs at [north London venue] the Vortex and then two days in the studio.”

Such a relative lack of preparation might unsettle many bands, but Rochford’s desire to challenge himself and his band members is an essential part of his creative drive. In the last few years this has produced music that has been widely acclaimed, including a BBC Jazz Awards Rising Star gong and the inclusion of Held On The Tips Of Fingers in Jazzwise magazine’s 100 Jazz Albums That Shook The World and The Guardian’s 1000 Albums To Hear Before You Die. He has performed with everyone from Joanna MacGregor and Andy Sheppard, Brian Eno and David Byrne, to Pete Doherty and Herbie Hancock, and as part of Acoustic Ladyland and Basquiat Strings, as well as in his own projects Fulborn Teversham, Room Of Katinas and Big Dave.

If his bandmates provide Seb Rochford with a high degree of technical and creative skill to help fulfil his artistic vision, they are also capable of gelling as an ensemble – by no means an obvious occurrence among virtuoso musicians. Much of the success of Peepers results from precisely this cohesion, as well as the freshness of Rochford’s writing. The unsettling crackle that John draws from his laptop on ‘Drunken Pharoah’ is vividly enhanced by the close harmonising of the mighty twin tenor sax frontline while the drums and bass keep a tight lid on the bottom end of the music. Everybody plays with great attention to sonic detail.

Elsewhere, ‘The Love Didn’t Go Anywhere’ sees Leafcutter John play guitar on a beautifully loping piece that has the subtle afterglow of classic Roxy Music, with Bryan Ferry’s vocal replaced by the rapier glide of the two reeds, while Tom Herbert’s hefty double bass pounds out concise but penetrating lines. Interestingly, prior to the sessions, Rochford listened to a lot of ‘60s soul (“Aretha and Marvin Gaye”), an influence that he has channelled with more guile than is immediately discernible.

Rochford’s bandmates have that vital mixture of experience and youth, maturity and energy that often defines the best ensembles in improvised music. Tenor saxophonist Mark Lockheart has been a highly respected player on the British jazz scene since the early ‘80s, when he debuted with the revered big band Loose Tubes. Pete Wareham, the group’s other tenor player, is best known as the leader of Acoustic Ladyland (in which Rochford also drums). Double bassist Tom Herbert was also an original member of Wareham’s band and has racked up a huge list of credits through his work with anybody from stellar jazz soloists Andrew McCormack and Finn Peters to membership of 2009 Mercury prize nominees The Invisible.

Finally, Leafcutter John, who joined Polar Bear following their debut release, is an irrepressibly open-minded artist intent on exploring as many novel sound worlds as possible, while retaining a connection to folk music of the most ancestral kind. The producer of four solo albums, the versatility of John’s work at any given point is breathtaking. Perhaps his most significant contribution to Peepers is the unsettling Middle Eastern influence on ‘Finding Our Feet’ (featuring his own recorded vocal), and it’s with John’s influence that Polar Bear’s live performance transcends its base elements, featuring as it does playful interjections of noise triggered by games console controllers, and a balloon solo…

On his accompanists Rochford makes a telling observation. “Our friendship is really important to me. If you’re friends it makes a big difference to how you and the music grow. They’re all open to new things and our friendship means that it’s about more than just music. Everyone’s coming from a different place with different influences but can share in the same concept. It’s an exciting thing. It means things can stay open.”

Peepers thus stands as another strong document of both Seb Rochford’s development as a bandleader and writer as well as player. This is a group album that could not have been born without the strength of character of each musician involved, a superb, rich whole that is very much more than the sum of its illustrious parts. It’s also about vision. “The word peepers is another way of saying eyes,” Rochford says mischievously. “A musician friend of mine uses it mainly to describe cheeky ones!”

The Leaf

THE NATIONAL: LIVE AT THE BELL HOUSE

On March 7th, rumors spread that The National were announcing a last minute addition of two shows at Brooklyn’s Bell House, a tiny venue with a capacity of 350 in the concert hall for Thursday March 11th and Friday March 12th. Discosalt friend Backseatsandbar was there to fill you in on what you missed.

As you would imagine once the rumors were confirmed true, tickets sold out in ten minutes for both nights.  The intimacy of the small venues was particularly exciting knowing that the band has already sold out Radio City Music Hall for their performance next month.  Ethan Lipton’s band provided the twisted yet hilarious opening band for Thursday’s performance.

The National had debuted the opening track from their new album High Violet (May 11 on 4AD) on Jimmy Fallon on Wednesday night (video) which set the stage for what The Bell House performances would bring.  Playing to a packed house, we were privileged to hear 10 songs not from any of the albums, thus presumably all on “High Violet.”  In form with everything the National have every put together, all of the tracks were really wonderful, but too many new ones for me to give substantive commentary.  Bryce thanked the crowd and confessed that tonight was the first night that many of these songs were being performed live and though I’d never heard 10 of them live, several have been played in the past.  Often when bands I know play songs I’m not familiar with, it can be off-putting, but hearing these songs just heightened my anticipation for the release of High Violet.  Apparently the band has gotten so deep into the new album that some of the old songs seem like distant memories, as Matt laughed at himself when he couldn’t remember how to begin Start a War, needing the audience to get him started, reminding me of Dylan’s 1964 performance of I Don’t Believe You (She Acts Like We Never Have Met).  Matt also opened up a little on some of his earlier songs, mentioning that his wife Carin Besser co-wrote two of my favorite songs from Boxer, namely Slow Show and Apartment Story; two songs that I really think makes The National one of the best story-teller bands.

Matt and crew looked as professional as ever, and Matt thought ahead to bring a bucket of ice for his bottle of wine that he so frequently keeps with him on stage (though he seemed to drink considerably less).  He eventually passed the bottle of wine into the crowd and the crowd loved him for it.  Always one to interact with the crowd, and always during Mr. November, Matt launched off the stage, grabbed my girlfriend Lily’s arm and pulled her to the middle of the room and sang to her (above), making every other girl in the room instantly jealous.  As Matt likes to sing a little too close to the edge of the stage, he nearly pulled a Jim James, but fortunately my head was there for him to keep his balance (which isn’t the first time I’ve helped him get on stage).  Matt is unequivocally one of the best frontman I have ever seen and his energy and enthusiasm creates the perfect mood amongst the crowd for watching a concert.  That said, it can be funny to see the nervous ticks we saw at our first opportunity to see the National back in March 2007 are still there such as the way Matt doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands so he pats his chest and tucks his left hand into his right armpit, but he is doing it noticeably less.  This time, Bryce even noted it to the crowd, saying that when Matt moves around a lot on stage it’s because he’s nervous.  How the frontman of a band who can command the love and respect of an audience like the National does can still be nervous is amazing.

The National once again put on an incredible show and blew the minds of everyone who was lucky enough to be there to witness it.

The opening band, Ethan Lipton & his Orchestra, is hard to describe and unfortunately for those going to tonight’s show, you’re missing out.  With songs like “Girl at the Renaissance Fair,” “Thrift Store Blues,” “I Like your Thighs,” and the somewhat creepy Whitney Houston, Ethan and his band kept the audience laughing out loud throughout his set.  Donning houndstooth pants and mixing his patterns as best as Beacon’s Closet would allow and sporting a ridiculous mustache, Ethan put on a fantastic show and as Matt Berninger appears on Ethan’s latest album, Matt helped to close the set.

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The full setlist and photos after the break:

Setlist:
Blood Buzz Ohio
Sorrow
Ghost
Little Faith (Chromehorse)
Start a War
Secret Meeting
Afraid of Everyone
Lemonworld
Slow Show
Apartment Story
Runaway
Conversation 16
Abel
England
Fake Empire

Encore
Vanderlyle
Mr. November
Terrible Love

BAND OF HORSES: INFINITE ARMS

[rating:4]

Band of Horses: Infinite Arms

Label: Brown Records/Fat possum

Release date: May 18th, 2010

After nearly 2 years, virtual bankruptcy, five states and a dead falcon to get there, the Low Country’s premier rock n’ roll outfit, Band of Horses release their third full length LP, Infinite Arms. The album is very much a product of a band doing things on their own terms and finally learning to enjoy the results.

Recorded over a 16-month period, the songs on Infinite Arms project the essence of the different locales across America that became the setting for the recording and songwriting process behind the album.  The rich musical heritage of Muscle Shoals, AL, the sublime beauty of Asheville’s Blue Ridge Mountains, the glamorous Hollywood Hills and the vast Mojave desert all influenced the sounds on Infinite Arms and helped yield the group’s most focused and dynamic recordings to date. The serene woods of Northern Minnesota and the band’s native Carolinas inspired the songwriting,  lending the compositions an air of comfort and familiarity.

As a whole, Infinite Arms reflects a genuine spirit of creativity and freedom.  A freedom that feels as big as the country and landscapes the songs are written about and the way this album was  recorded. Those familiar with the bands strengths; twangy country-rock balladry, Beach Boy-esc choruses and Ben Birdwell’s twangy and achy croon, won’t be disappointed with Infinite Arms.  In many ways, this album is a progression from 2007’s Cease to Begin even though lyrically, the band shows little maturity. Lines like “I was thinking it over by the snack machine/ I thought about you in a candy bar” and “if Bartles & Jaymes didn’t need no first names, we could live by our own laws and favor” had me scratching my head, wondering if I had heard the lines correctly. But after repeated listen, these moments are transcended by the album as a whole to reveal a collection of exceptionally well crafted and catchy country-rock tunes that you will be humming the next day. Standouts for me; “Dilly” and “Laredo” which not only  steer the album away from the more luke warm territory of  songs like “Compliments” but provide the perfect desert camping soundtrack or would comfortably sit on any wilderness road trip mix.

At its strongest moments, Infinite Arms seems to ponder whether true love exists out in the expansive country. Love, in whatever form… pain, forgiveness, survival,and explores desire and forgiveness, memory and home, decay and grief. Through touring together in support of Cease to Begin and during breaks in the Infinite Arms recording process, the band have become a cohesive force with all members making invaluable contributions to the unmistakable sound that founder Bridwell has crafted since the band’s inception. As Bridwell himself concedes, “in many ways, this is the first Band of Horses record.”

EARWIG: GIBSON UNDER MOUNTAIN

[rating:3]

Earwig: Gibson Under Mountain

Label: Lizard Family Music, LFM Records

Release Date: May 11, 2010

“Damn, this is really good!” I know. “No, like really, really good.” I know. “This could be on XPN or…” I know. Who are they, anyway?” Earwig. “Oh yeah, I saw them play at Emo’s at SXSW.” No you didn’t. “Wait, no, it was with Margot & Nuclear So&So’s at The Empty Bottle.” No. “No?” No. “I got it! They’re on that Polyvinyl sampler I let you borrow, right?” Sigh.

This is typical of most conversations about Earwig with my music freak friends who don’t live in Columbus, Ohio (and even some who do). Trust me, you don’t know Earwig, but that’s okay. (You don’t have to know every band.)

In my mind and the minds of a lot of Columbus indie/alt/rock fans, Earwig should be universally known like Superchunk, Guided By Voices, Built To Spill and by my count, The Thermals, The Hold Steady and The Replacements. Why? Their live shows are legendary, lead singer/songwriter Lizard McGee (that’s right) is one of the most interesting front men in recent history and now, Earwig’s fourth long player, Gibson Under Mountain has completely trumped its predecessors with 40 minutes of master-crafted powerhouse indie pop that jets, jolts and jangles like the best of its kind should.

Otherworld love buzz ballads (Her Heart, Wicked), stadium ready alt anthems (Trees, Sleepyhead) jagged edge barnburners (Rumplestiltskin) and epic songs about aliens (Star Cross’d) – they’re all here on Earwig’s magnificent new Gibson Under Mountain.

For Columbus’ sake and local music fans’, the city never became “The Next Seattle.” It’s a Midwest original that pulls its inspiration from a variety of sources but also draws heavily from its own – much like Earwig.

-Casey Bowers

Gibson Under Mountain is out now on LFM Records and available for order on iTunes, Bandcamp and at the band’s website, lizardfamily.com.



THE DIG, THE ANTLERS, EDITORS: LIVE AT TERMINAL 5


Warming up Terminal 5’s crowd on Friday night, unsigned Brooklyn band The Dig took stage, playing an incredibly tight five song set, showboating the bands potential to easily join 2010’s crop of breakout bands. Playing no frills power indie rock, the band solidified why they have been gaining recognition as one of the best young bands in New York. The trio, all Berklee alum, featuring David Baldwin on lead vocals/guitar, Emile Mosseri on bass/vocals, and Erick Eiser on keyboards/guitar, not only write intelligent catchy songs, but are all amazing performers with enough musical prowess to back up their swagger. At times showing brilliant influences in psychedelia with hooks drenched in trippy keyboard reverb, instrumental feedback and guitar distortion, at its heart, the Dig is a rock and roll band. They play modern garage rock without any gimmicks and they do it extremely well.

Check out a free mp3 of “You’re Already Gone” courtesy of sneakattackmedia: http://www.sneakattackmedia.com/media/thedig/yourealreadygone.mp3

Next up in the lineup, The Antlers, whose live show, like their album, is a testament to the bands creative ability to deliver grandiose and yet intimate smart indie rock. The Brooklyn band, curiously performed along side two potted plants, kicking things off with Hospice‘s “Prologue” before moving into “Kettering.”  A fairly quiet album, Pete Silberman’s performance was anything but. His quivering wails and debilitating sonic guitar riffs had the entire room in a hypnotic trance and on the verge of tears (or at least me). “Sylvia” reached epic swells while on other songs, the band infused subtle shades of shoegaze with more delay and reverb than appear on album tracks making the music even more dense and interesting. The bands emotional performance left every ounce of proverbial sweat, heartbreak, guilt and loss on the stage that there was nothing left to pour out. Drummer, Michael Lerner seemed to be so emotionally drained by the performance, he hung his head and stared off into the crowd. At the end of their set, Lerner threw his sticks and stormed off as if he had reached the brink of emotional output.

The last band to perform were The Editors, UK’s dark indie rock/post-punk revival band comprised of Tom Smith on vocals, guitar, keyboards, Chris Urbanowicz on guitar, Russ Leetch on bass, and Ed Lay on drums. They played an extremely fluid 18 song set covering their newly and much criticized new album In this Light and On this Evening, almost in entirety, sans the last track. Mixed in, were some songs from 2007’s An End has a Start. All of which peaked into an high energy dance-y three-song encore of “Munich,” “Papillon” and “Fingers in the Factories”, performed way more synthy and beat driven than they appear on the album… and endlessly better. In equal part the hypnotic light effects showering down in green, red and blue, and Smiths overly dramatic performance energy, the live show, unlike the album had an infectious energy that had the crowd pouring as much ceremonial sweat into the observance as the performance.

For some photos from the show click below or check out our FLICKR page for the whole set:

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RAIN MACHINE, IRAN, NEON INDIAN,FRENCH HORN REBELLION, CUBIC ZIRCONIA: LIVE AT GRASSLANDS


Thanks to our friends at Pop Gun Booking, I had a chance to escape my defeatist infused valentines day and check out  Neon Indian,French Horn Rebellion and Cubic Zirconia at Grasslands Gallery in Brooklyn on Sunday night. While Valentines Day is always somewhat of a trap, the good folks at Grasslands and Pop Gun put together anything but a manufactured rip-off.  Where else could $8.00 deliver a romantic view of the Manhattan skyline and a full nights lineup of amazing music. The Valentines dance party kicked off with an unexpected bearded v-day treat for me, TV on the Radio’s Kyp Malone, performing  double duty with his bands Rain Machine and Iran, side by side friends  Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, and Candles of Paradise. An exceedingly solid block of incredibly talented musicians for such an intimate space. While, I caught Malone perform before with TV on the Radio at Prospect Park, the bandshell’s sound system was no match for hearing Malone’s calm tenor  literally in the shadow of his massive afro, about two feet in front of me. A serious treat (both his voice and man mane).  The noisy indie rock band Iran and the even more experimental Rain Machine are an interesting foray for him, which I both find infinitely more interesting than TVOTR . Iran’s no-fi sound is a more lyric based project with a nod toward retro-indie bands like Pavement. At its core, this is really just cleverly disguised pop/folk-rock under a blanket of fuzzed out guitars and sonic atmosphere. Rain Machine leans more towards psychedelia and even suggests an affection for shoegaze. A more textured sound with lots of percussion, bells,  sparingly strummed fuzzed out crunchy electric guitars, more cow bell and static raining down on Malones introspective lyrics.  Check out more of IRAN HERE or RAIN MACHINE HERE. Which one is better? Its hard to decide. The party continued late into the night with overlapping DJ sets from Cubic Zirconia, Neon Indian and French Horn Rebellion, spinning a grab bag of Ace of Base, C& C Music Factory (whom even in this economy still seem to be flourishing) disco boogie and 80’s synth.  While Cubic Zirconia’s set stood out because of Tiombe Lockhart taking her voice to the mic, the nights highlight for me, was definitely Neon Indian’s set. Some really sick infectious dance remixes from these guys that had the crowd sweating.  Big ups to all the bands involved and Pop Gun for throwing a great party that brought the funk to save me from my funk and another v-day plagued by listless apathy. While you are here check out some Neon Indian remixes below:

DOWNLOAD: Neon Indian – Deadbeat Summer (Afghan Raiders Remix) (MP3)

DOWNLOAD: Neon Indian – Should Have Taken Acid with You (Future Rock remix)

DOWNLOAD: Neon Indian – Mind, Drips (LaundroMatinee.com session) (MP3)

Rain machine picture courtesy of Kyle Dean Reinford Photography

YACHT: SEE MYSTERY LIGHTS

[rating:4.5]

Yacht: See Mystery Lights

Label: Dfa Records

Release Date: July 28, 2009

See Mystery Lights, by YACHT (“Young Americans Challenging High Technology.” according to their Myspace page) is a strange and hypnotic mixed bag of charming synth sound and new age / DIY punk-mystic vision. This 10 track album (which is actually 8 tracks plus two “remixes”) delves humorously into the esoteric, emoting on the afterlife, heaven and hell, & voodoo over a range of handclaps, digitized vocal beats, and instantly catchy pop keyboard riffs. The innovation of See Mystery Lights is a sound that bends synthetic components to create an oddly organic, stripped-down experience (that you can dance to!). On first listen I felt like I had made little songs like this as a child just using my mouth to take words and stretch them and create beats such as in “Ring the Bell” where singer Jona Bechtolt takes the lyric “Fear in my heart” and turns it into “Fear in my heart-ar-ar-ar-art”.

As an idea, YACHT’s sound seems to be something of a zeitgeist. The band is definitely a product of and answer to the internet and digitial age; of being exposed to various cultural references, borrowing & updating ideas, collaging different, and somewhat opposing elements to create a new pop hybrid. Even their video for “Psychic City” seems to play on the idea of battling and uniting opposites. There are hints of artists such as Suicide, Yoko Ono, or Steve Reich who made/make use of technology and repetition and layering sounds to create avant garde collage-style music….this is a more “fun” dance version of some of their ideas. See Mystery Lights is great as a whole, but the two tracks that really first jumped out at me where “The Afterlife” & “Psychic City (Voodoo City)“. The Afterlife kicks right in with a nice drum track that sort of sounds like a handclap, a warm bass riff, and Claire L. Evans’s wonderfully, somewhat flat vocals (reminds me of Elastica’s “Connection” vocals), speak-singing romantic lyrics about “land of the empire builders”…..and from there the track moves along layering keyboards, effects, and a crunchy guitar to arrive at the insanely catchy chorus about “It’s not a place you go it’s a place that comes to you……..The Afterlife”. Basically, it gets trapped in your brain, and makes you want to sing/clap/dance along. The other standout track is the simple and charming “Psychic City (Voodoo city)“. Here, as before, the track opens with a hand clap drumbeat and Claire L. Evans’s speak singing about “living in a psychic city”…..the quiet verse builds into a standout, ecstatic chorus that layers both singers into a sort of tribal choir singing “IE IE YA YA” that, on it’s last reprise of the song, gets tossed over a strange keyboard riff that makes me think of eating in a chinese restaurant.

The key to YACHT‘s success with See Mystery Lights is repeated danceable rhythms, playful, melodic choruses, cool lyrics, and a touch of humor. Their sound embraces all the great parts about music, mixes it up, and offers something suprising and new. Enjoy.

– Joshua S. Amos