THE DRUMS: SELF TITLED LP

[rating:4]

The Drums: Self Titled
Label: Downtown
Release Date: September 14, 2010

“If you like The Smiths, you’ll like The Drums.” – anonymous indie rock guy

It’s a crass assumption, but it’s one supported by The Smiths Rule Of Averages, which alleges, “If a band claims The Smiths as a major influence, the average Smiths fan will like said band. The Drums wear their Moz & Marr-worshipping hearts on their sleeves and on their debut self-titled LP (finally released stateside) lead singer Jonathan Pierce, guitar duo Jacob Graham and Adam Kessler, and Connor Hanwick on drums prove they have the moody-but-bright pop chops to set the hooks in deep without the added baggage of a bassist.

This is first and foremost beachwave though, so as long as clean guitars, 60’s surf drone, reverb, and So-Cal pop melodies still set you on fire, this won’t disappoint. It’s weird, really. For such a hugely hyped band from Brooklyn loved all over the EU, you half expect (by default) to like this much less, but the album is surprisingly solid. The majority of the LP doesn’t sound like 2009 ‘s “Let’s Go Surfing” (included on the U.S. release)  and as huggable as that single was, these latest offerings are musically as downright friggin’ adorable as a LOLcat in a fixie basket.  Much of this is owed to Jonathan Pierce’s earnestness to love and his equally easy to love sugar-rimmed delivery.

Yearning to know why? or why not?  (“It Will All End In Tears”) and trying to make sense of love and life (“Skippin’ Town,” “We Tried”), Jonathan seems genuine enough as a romantic. He sings like the lovelorn crooner he adores and though Pierce ‘s lyrics may be a scant less profound  (or dark, or funny) as Morrissey’s, that’s a level no one has any business attempting to reach anyway. Still, a big chink in the armor, “I Need Fun In My Life” contains such a cringe-inducing impression of the Wilde Child and so much dead space, it’s hard to believe this song made the final cut for album inclusion.

Forgiving, forgetting and focusing on the good stuff, “It Will All End In Tears,” “Forever And Ever Amen,” and the very excellent “Book Of Stories” all achieve indie pop perfection. With relatable lyrics that are easy to sing along to (“I thought that my life would get easier / Instead it’s getting harder.”) and big, bright beats easy to dance to (all other 11 tracks), The Drums for the most part is a promising debut LP from this still very new band.

If legions of  blog readers feel cheated at all, it’s only because, like every other rushed-to-record indie “it” band they’ve encountered, the gargantuan hype always hinders more than helps.  In the end, it all comes down to believing. Do you believe him when he tells you he loves you?

“And all the stars in the sky
And all the flowers in the fields

And all the power in the earth

Could never take you from my heart”

–          “Forever And Ever Amen”

-Casey Bowers

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HOLY FUCK: LATIN

[rating: 5]

Holy Fuck: Latin

Label: XL Recording

Release date: May 11, 2010

The third album from DIY lo-fi improvisational electronic band Holy Fuck is both as big as the Canadian landscape they hail from and an exercise in restraint.  Latin condenses 9 epic electro-dance tracks without the use of  loops or laptops into one atmospheric 40 minute record, minus the fat from 2007′s self titled EP. What remains is an infinitely more structured and conjointly accessible electronic album that is highly emotive, embracing such a diversity of effects and beats, it can still be considered experimental. This is anti-electronic /electronic music. Read more articles on Holy Fuck

SLEIGH BELLS: TREATS

Sleigh Bells - Treats

[rating: 5]

Sleigh Bells: Treats

Label: MOM & POP MUSIC

Release date: June 1, 2010

Over a dark, fuzzed-out, and fist-pump-worthy mix of beats, guitarist Derek Miller shreds through effect-filled guitar line after effect-filled guitar line. All the while, Krauss dishes up a mix of cheers, screams, and pitch-perfect notes, tying the whole thing together in a neat, dance floor-approved package. Read more articles on Sleigh Bells

EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP: SOUNDTRACK

[rating:4]

Exit Through the Gift Shop: Various Artists

Label: Oscilloscope Laboratories

Release Date: Unknown

Exit Through the Gift Shop, “the World’s first street art disaster movie” from Banksy and Mr. Brainwash, has a pretty awesome soundtrack worth checking out. The original score was written by Portishead’s Geoff Barrow with additional music penned by Roni Size. While it’s not available for purchase yet, Discosalt compiled a list of all the music featured in the film for you below: And just in case, you haven’t seen the film yet, watch it right HERE for free.

“Tonight The Streets Are Ours” – Richard Hawley

“Kronkite”- The Creators

“Staying In” – DISKJOKKE

“Jobless” – 7STU7

“Drone 1 Amped Vari” – Geoff Barrow

“Terry’s Theme” – Matthew Williams

“Piano Vibes Final Edit” – Roni Size

“Electric Piano Octave” – Geoff Barrow

“Two Of A Kind 2” – Roni Size

“Johnny Hallyday_New” – Geoff Barrow

“Get Carter Disney” – Geoff Barrow

“Drone Number 1 Mix” – Geoff Barrow

“Studio Beat New Mix” – Geoff Barrow

“Contaminated Waters Pt.4” – Diego And the Dissidents

“6Traxs6Tympani” – Roni Size

“Turk Spacey Mix” – Geoff Barrow

“Break 1 Spore” – Roni Size

“Walkin Disaster Final” – Roni Size

“Drone 1 Amped” – Geoff Barrow

“Stu 7 Synth (aka Stu Synth Thursday)” – Stuart Matthews

“Gonga Shepard SPL” – Geoff Barrow and Gonga

“Bobby Thursday & Bobby Thursday Lo” – Geoff Barrow

“Rooftop Scene” – Geoff Barrows and Billy Fuller

 

 

BIRDS OF AVALON: SELF TITLED LP

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[rating:3.5]

Birds of Avalon: Self Titled LP
Label: Bladen County Records
Release Date: January 11, 2010

Birds of Avalon’s self titled LP is their fourth release in four years, following two full lengths and an EP.  Having toured with The Racounters, The Flaming Lips, Black Mountain, Mudhoney, and Monotonix, the Raleigh, North Carolina band release this album on Portland’s Bladen County Records.  Birds of Avalon must be one of the few touring bands that sports a dueling, husband and wife guitar attack. Paul Siler and Cheetie Jumar’s churning, melodic and quirky axe work propels the LP forward alongside a vibe that mixes melodically rhythmic bass patterns, Merseybeat’s steady, thunder pop drumming and pleasantly spacey vocals.

A song like “Invasion” showcases Birds’ ability to marry distorted pop dissonance inside a thick wall of guitars.  However, they manage to maintain the chugging drum lunges and discover lost remnants of Magical Mystery Tour-era Beatles in the vocals.  Soon enough the song bleeds into heavy power chords.  That 1960s Merseybeat sound of The Hollies and The Flamin’ Groovies lingers throughout the album while modern sonic washes and just a dash of prog-rock’s twisting song construction sear the music into more psychedelic territory.

“Road To Oslo” is built on a inviting British invasion guitar lick and soothing vocals before a break bends the song into lock step groove and reverse guitar feedback.  “& Moonbeams” veers into more mellow space pop but remains colored by a similarly peculiar aural breeze.  The album’s biggest strength is the sense of cohesion throughout.  An album in the old school context, each song practically fades into the next, so much so, that upon the first few listens I questioned if there were any gaps at all. “& Moonbeams” begets “Diggi Palace” a vaguely Indian themed piece with table-esque polyrhythms.

Birds of Avalon was recorded on analog equipment and although my copy is on CD I suggest listening on vinyl.  The songs are constructed with a clear intention of vibrational sculpting; patiently layered sounds build and peel away revealing space and purpose underneath.  The album finishes with the fabulous “The Shadowy End” a song that sounds like something The Flaming Lips, The Slip, and Dr. Dog welded together inside their collective consciousness.

-Chris Calarco

BEACH FOSSILS: BEACH FOSSILS

[rating:4.5]

Beach Fossils: Beach Fossils

Label: Captured Tracks

Release Date: May 25, 2010

We can whine about labels all we want but sometimes labels are helpful.  They prevent mistakes.

With labels, you’re less likely to mix up the dog’s generic value time peanut butter with the really good organic stuff or mistake the Swedish vampire film Let The Right One In with the latest Katherine Heigl Rom-Com.

Similarly, beachgaze or surfgaze is a pretty accurate descriptor you’re not likely to confuse with psych metal or day-glo hip-hop.

Likewise with beachgaze band d’jour, Beach Fossils.

The most aptly named band ever, the Brooklyn act’s self-titled debut LP is probably the easiest to get into and the hardest to get out of your head.

The sound?

Cheery bomp-a-bomp drums break high to the beat, muffled bass floats slow and low, and chimy, sea foam surf guitar rings out on an endless blue screen wave of reverb with vintage-sounding boy-girl (boy-boy) vox by way of The Raveonnettes.

One weird but welcome note – the bass curiously contradicts listeners with a muffled but out-in-front sound. At times, it sings more than the lead and remains on equal ground as its more obvious counterpart.

The vibe?

Light but not lite, bright but not blinding, laid back (but not in a surfer-turned-singer-songwriter sort of way) and surprisingly not sun-soaked.

Window View, a towards-the-back sleeper, best embodies the ‘Summer with the shades pulled’ mood most of the album conveys but single, Daydream and Should-be-next-single, Vacation are irony-free, fun-with-the-top-down proof that the band and its listeners both benefit from getting outdoors for some fresh air.

On all accounts, Beach Fossils is proof you don’t have to be a beachcomber, swimmer or surfer to make a great record that captures that summer sound. You don’t even have to be from a sunny climate.

Beach Fossils – Youth

– Casey Bowers

THE BLACK KEYS: BROTHERS

[rating: 5]

The Black Keys: Brothers

Label: Nonesuch

Release date:  May 18, 2010

The Black Keys keep on keeping on, only more so, oiling up their gritty back-to-basics blues engine with some new sonic lube worthy of classic rock torque. At its best moments, Brothers is a soulful modern exploration of traditional blues rock themes, gunning down broken dreams and witchy women with a raw intensity uniquely The Black Keys. Read more articles on The Black Keys

MIDLAKE: THE COURAGE OF OTHERS

[rating: 5]

Midlake: The Courage of Others

Label: Bella Union

Release date:  February 2, 2010

Melancholy at its best. Dredging up decades of gloomy rock carcasses most indie bands have spend the past decade trying to bury, Courage of Others feels like an old ghost. Midlake takes it’s 60′s British progressive folk-rock sound into much darker territory, with a folk album that is more thematically metal. Mystical lyrics about the Druids layered between hypnotically mournful bucolic guitars, echoing flutes and textured keys, create an array of  sonic layers best experienced with headphones that is both somber and seducing. Read more articles on Midlake

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

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

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

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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.



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

WU-TANG VS. THE BEATLES: ENTER THE MAGICAL MYSTERY CHAMBERS

[rating:3]

Wu-Tang vs. The Beatles: Enter The Magical Mystery Chambers

This new mash up of the Beatles & Wu-Tang Clan isn’t really strictly a blend of Magical Mystery Tour with Enter the 36 Chambers, nor is it necessarily a combination of actual Beatles material.  Most of the loops and samples sound like they’re taken from a reggae Beatles cover band, whatever the Dread Zeppelin of Beatles might be, or taken from Big Band arrangements of Beatles hits.  Without working from the actual source material, the album suffers from the first time curiosity of the whole “How’d they do it?” thing.  That said, all the songs are buffered with radio news clips of Beatlemania at it’s highest, clips of teenage girls camped outside of the Beatles’ hotel or interviews with the band at the time.  These clips make what can be a tedious listen (27 songs here people) entertaining, and for every lackluster track or failed mash in the mashing up process, there’s a fit that is near perfect.  Check the obvious mash up of  “Got Your Money” and “You Never Give Me Your Money,” or especially “Uzi (Pinky Ring),” which flips through the dial of Beatles greatest hits with the change of Wu narrator, and as we know, any one of these songs can have a LOT of Wu narrators.  Worth a listen to check the archival interview stuff overlaid over the music, and for the occasional home run combo.

It’s a free download now from Tea Set Records, check it out HERE or check out a sample below:

Play Wu-Tang Clan x The Beatles – C.R.E.A.M.

– John Whitaker


BEACH HOUSE: TEEN DREAM

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[rating:5]

Beach House: Teen Dream

Label: Sub Pop

Release Date: January 26, 2010

For their third album, Beach House’s Victoria Legrand continues upon a grand sonic theme, building narcotic, intoxicating songs for a cloudy day and to “gather medicine for a heartache,” as she croons on “Silver Soul.”  Mostly, Beach House songs exhibit this sort of rainy day, sleepy-eyed charm, but on Teen Dream, they let a few rays of sunshine come through the clouds.  Not a full on summer day, but just a few rays of brightness in an otherwise cool landscape.

Beach House songs still have a singular quality of seeming to float, the atmospherics of the organ and the heavily reverb-ed guitar making these songs both atmospheric but still grounded by the deep and sonorous quality of the vocals.  On Teen Dream, the drums have begun to do some of the work of the songs, elevating them to previously unforeseen tempos and actual energy.  On “10 Mile Stereo,” a song that starts softly and builds to a seriously triumphant crescendo, both the steady increase in the energy from the drums and the energy in which Ms. Legrand belts out the chorus make what is without a doubt their brightest song to date.  “Lover of Mine” uses the drums to craft what sounds like a charming document from the days of Rhythm & Soul, Vol. 1, something akin to a Beach House song that you could dance to.

The casual distance that makes Beach House both important and accessible, i.e., the strength of the melodies from both the guitar & the vocals, is all still here, as this record is not far from what one might expect the new Beach House album to sound like.   It’s both a baby step forward from their stellar 2007 album Devotion and a slight slide step sideways from a sound that has thus far defined this band.  Songs like the album’s 1st single “Zebra” and “Norway” still owe a debt to progenitors of the sound like the Cocteau Twins and Mazzy Star.  Teen Dream manages to further these comparisons while making the statement that Beach House no longer needs to be compared to the bands that came before them, but compared with these bands.

-John Whitaker