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I first met Amanda Palmer eight years ago. After seeing her firstperform at piano in her parents house with a small crowd gatheredaround, I knew she could be a star. After seeing the Dolls perform justover a week ago, I was completely wrong. Amanda Palmer is beyondpotential star, she is the next rock and roll savior. It didn't comewithout the addition of a fantastic drummer she found in BrianViglione. After years of seeing Palmer play solo, the change iscompletely evident as the crowds are now staggering (a sold outcapacity of Middle East downstairs is 575 people and their show waspretty damned close), many of which are singing along and rolling inthe joy. A full-length record is now in its final stages beforerelease, but until then, this CD is a perfect way to catch up on thebest of the last couple years. It consists of 11 popular crowdfavorites, recorded in concert venues both large and small, rehearsalspaces, and radio station studios. Palmer doesn't simply play thepiano, she makes it her bitch, and Viglione's drum work is tactfullyrefined and carefully reserved, playing off Palmer's tight-stopping andsassy cues which change their mind like the most stereotypical womanwould demand you to allow. The songs are always entertaining, farbeyond expectation in every way, both in their off-kilter rhythmicmotives and peculiar subject matter, owing as much to theatricalcabaret-type tunes as to the Pink Dots. Sure, she sings about love, butI'm sure these songs are all purely fiction from the mind of a dreamerwho sleeps with a notepad by the bed. "Bank of Boston Beauty Queen" isan autobiographical reflection on growing up a goth teen, "ChristopherLydon" is the story of Palmer's obsession with a former local NPRcelebrity, and the deep, direct power of "Will," with strings added issensationally appetite-wetting for the full-length record (especiallywith the lyric, "I don't mind if you read while I'm coming!"). As thisdisc collects recordings from a number of sources, the sound is,expectedly inconsistent, but fear not, this will be a much sought afteritem in the years to come.
I first met Amanda Palmer eight years ago. After seeing her firstperform at piano in her parents house with a small crowd gatheredaround, I knew she could be a star. After seeing the Dolls perform justover a week ago, I was completely wrong. Amanda Palmer is beyondpotential star, she is the next rock and roll savior. It didn't comewithout the addition of a fantastic drummer she found in BrianViglione. After years of seeing Palmer play solo, the change iscompletely evident as the crowds are now staggering (a sold outcapacity of Middle East downstairs is 575 people and their show waspretty damned close), many of which are singing along and rolling inthe joy. A full-length record is now in its final stages beforerelease, but until then, this CD is a perfect way to catch up on thebest of the last couple years. It consists of 11 popular crowdfavorites, recorded in concert venues both large and small, rehearsalspaces, and radio station studios. Palmer doesn't simply play thepiano, she makes it her bitch, and Viglione's drum work is tactfullyrefined and carefully reserved, playing off Palmer's tight-stopping andsassy cues which change their mind like the most stereotypical womanwould demand you to allow. The songs are always entertaining, farbeyond expectation in every way, both in their off-kilter rhythmicmotives and peculiar subject matter, owing as much to theatricalcabaret-type tunes as to the Pink Dots. Sure, she sings about love, butI'm sure these songs are all purely fiction from the mind of a dreamerwho sleeps with a notepad by the bed. "Bank of Boston Beauty Queen" isan autobiographical reflection on growing up a goth teen, "ChristopherLydon" is the story of Palmer's obsession with a former local NPRcelebrity, and the deep, direct power of "Will," with strings added issensationally appetite-wetting for the full-length record (especiallywith the lyric, "I don't mind if you read while I'm coming!"). As thisdisc collects recordings from a number of sources, the sound is,expectedly inconsistent, but fear not, this will be a much sought afteritem in the years to come.
This disc is the perfect accompaniment to the cold greyness of latewinter. The music, low frequency drones fading slowly in and out, overa consistent, gentle rumbling, and the packaging, adorned with antiquemaps of the Arctic, suggest exploration of desolate, frozen expansesdescribed by the title (which translates to Unexplored Area). Thelayers of sounds move so unhurriedly that they are reassuringlypeaceful, despite their frigid bleakness and vaguely ominous tonality.What is striking about this recording is that Köner, in addition to hisexcellent usage of sonic color; and texture, displays a very musicalsensibility; the phrasing and pitches of the drifting bass tones hintat melody, albeit a glacial one. Throughout the two parts of thiscomposition, the rumbling is joined at times by what sounds like an icywind, and Köner also employs a heavily filtered noisy source, subtlyshifting to resemble radio crackle, distant aircraft, and a strongrain. Apparently, much of this originated as a recording of a projectorshowing a piece of dusty, blank 16mm film; this fits well with thearchaic isolationism at the core of Köner's work. Though the piece isquite languid and pretty static, the sounds are so deep that this isnot a negative criticism. The third track—a bonus that was added tothis CD reissue of the original picture LP release—is from a videosoundtrack contribution. The music is similar in style to the previousparts but is much simpler and sparser, although it contains someadditional instrumentation in the form of mellow synthesizer-likesounds and reverb-heavy squeaking. The voice of what must be theprotagonist in the film narrates letters to another character in whichshe discusses light, darkness, space, and distance. While it isrelatively unobtrusive and fits the existential mood, outside thecontext of the video, I find the dialogue a little distracting andprefer the first two tracks. The main part of this album far exceededmy expectations; and in spite of, or perhaps because of, its coldemptiness, it really creates an appealing atmosphere.
With a name like Kling Klang you might expect a band to have some sympathies with a very famous seminal German band. This would be a fair assumption, and whilst Kling Klang prefer to look the part of kids from seventies Brit sit coms rather than showroom dummies, they are so deeply rooted in Kraftwerk and Neu! homage that it'd be painful if they weren't so damn good.
Some albums are growers, taking time to work their magic on your mind,however every so often something hits you immediately, hitting all theright switches in you and demanding your rapt attention. With Magnolia Electric Co,Jason Molina's Songs: Ohia had me instantly spellbound. The album openswith "Farewell Transmission," a jaw dropping, eye widening,seven-minute song that is completely epic. The haunting, choral chantof "long dark blues" hints at what we should expect to come. It's thekind of song that's meant to close an album, not begin one, and sets aremarkably high bar for the following tracks. Thankfully, the materialthat follows is every bit as impressive, delving into those dark bluesbut also achieving moments of euphoric bliss. Recorded live to tapewith a ten piece band, the songs on Magnolia Electric Co. echothe folk rock of Neil Young's 'Harvest,' with Molina emerging as agifted, versatile songwriter. His lyrics express desire, longing, andhope with fantastic imagery made even more potent by the warm,soulfularrangements. Molina's vocals are bolstered by the sonorous backupvocals of Jennie Benford, which raise the chorus of "Just Be Simple" toan amazing high. Molina steps back from vocals a few times on thealbum, allowing Lawrence Peters to lend his deep, rugged voice to "TheOld Black Hen," making it sound straight out of Nashville's golden age.Magnolia Electric Co. reaches its emotional peak on 'John HenrySplit My Heart' which completely cuts loose, the band rocking at itshardest and tearing through as Molina reprises his chant of "long darkblues" tying the theme together at the highest moment of intensity. Theclosing coda of "Hold On, Magnolia" takes the album to a gentle andsatisfying conclusion that still makes you want to listen all the waythrough again immediately. A limited run of the album includes ninedemo tracks of the songs that went on to become Magnolia Electric Co.giving a fascinating look into Molina's process, as well as the addedbonus of tracks and verses that were left behind. Songs: Ohia havecrafted a masterpiece that is guaranteed to dazzle, its melodiesinscribing themselves in your mind and urging you to sing along. Don'tresist.
The world's loudest genre-defiant drum and bass duo from Providence,Rhode Island have returned with possibly one of their most danceflooraccessible records ever. In perhaps a tribute, or a response to recentmovements to make rock music more dancable (or a clever ploy to woomore female dyed-black hair fans), Wonderful Rainbowis an assault of pure energy. The duo, however, will never be foundhigh up on a stage while a crowd dances below, as they prefer to playon floors exclusively, entirely surrounded in a sweaty, claustrophobic,smelly pit which feeds the super-charged sludge which is feverishlylovable. The album is broken into essentially two sides, and whilethere are about five songs each side, there's honestly no space bigenough to stop for a breath of fresh air. This album is a completerush. Songs like "On Fire" feature the hot-tempered drum and basssynergy of fast starts and stops while the album's closer, "Duel in theDeep" is very early 1990's post-industrial/big-beat remeniscent in itsapproach. Be warned, however, as by the time the pulsating beats of thefourth song, "2 Towers" take over, all senses of reality are completelydistorted. Drivers might want to not play this album when there's anyremote possibility of being pulled over for speeding. It's hard toconceive that these two down-to-earth guys are being clever, deceptive,or ironic, but there's some inexplicable magical sonic happenings whenthe thunderous repetitious pounding of the bass guitar and bass drumcollide at these intervals, almost like the negative images seen onlyfor a brief millisecond when eyes close. Maybe I just don't know enoughabout psycho acoustics to truly explain it, but it's something thattruly must be experienced first-hand to believe. 
Having both inspired and surfed the murky wave of the electroclashmovement (as well as breaking acts like Zombie Nation, Fischerspooner,and Tiga & Zyntherius along the way) International Deejay Gigoloslabel head DJ Hell claims to be looking towards the future. That beingsaid, Electronicbody-Housemusiccertainly seems to be mired down in the same old retro mold that madeDJ Hell famous in the first place. Disc one of this two CD set offersselections that teeter between electropop and tech-house, opening withquality material from heroes Underground Resistance and Metro Area.From here, however, the boredom sets in. Though there are a few momentswhere you think things might very well pick up again (in particular,Playgroup's cover of the Depeche Mode classic "Behind The Wheel"), thebulk of this disc reeks of the monotone trash that has turned thisretro trend from a nice idea to a gaping void of talentless snobs andposturing fashionistas. For every enjoyable and catchy electroclashtrack, there are at least a hundred pretentious and awful ones. Here,DJ Hell has opted to pick from the latter batch. While the first CDultimately failed to move me, the second disc nearly sent me into ablind fury. Here is a playlist of popular EBM tracks from the 80'srepackaged alongside a bizarre selection of techno and somewhat darkelectroclash cuts. Now how is it that DJ Hell, who resides in a countrywhere industrial music charts on the DAC, could be so completelyignorant of the music from this past decade of the genre? Is it thathe's trying to be nostalgic of his younger years? Even the two NitzerEbb tracks here were remixed recently ("Control I'm Here" by The Hackerand "Join In The Chant" by Thomas Heckmann) and he chooses not to evengive those a try here. Being an industrial DJ myself, it is my strongfeeling that he has absolutely no excuse for throwing together thissloppy "greatest hits" type collection with mediocre mixing (Traktor,anyone?) and expect to receive any respect from those who have beenmoving with the genre and its many splinters over the years. In anycase, retro-loving scenesters and trend vampires will adore hearingsuch tracks as Jay Harker's dismal cover of the gothic classic "BelaLugosi's Dead" while probably skipping through the pioneering "LoveCuts" by the woefully underrated Chris And Cosey. Can't everyone justgo back to listening to crappy rock bands and Austrian interpretationsof soul? 
Sometimes you have to cut some of your own flesh away to make things better. Debridement,the word that serves as the title for Nathan Amundson's new album asRivulets, is defined as "the surgical removal of lacerated,devitalized, or contaminated tissue." Since Amundson is the onlypermanent member of Rivulets, he must be cutting away another piece ofhimself to give us this new record, shedding his skin as it were, asthere's no one else to sacrifice. With more sparse arrangements than onthe debut full-length, Amundson concocts some chilling work thatconstantly had me checking under the bed for monsters. I needn't havelooked any further than my speakers. Each song has its own spirits, itsown ghosts or creatures, that Amundson breathes to life with his shydelivery and somber tones. As before, the album is recorded and mixedby Alan Sparhawk, who also makes appearances on a few songs. Also inthe studio was Jessica Bailiff, whose voice breathes pure ice into thesongs she caresses. Like last year's Alcohol EPs, the album hasa bit of a theme going for it with the release of all things evil anddark, or just leaving it all behind. "An Evil" is just Amundson acapella, but that's all it really needs to penetrate your psyche;"Cutter" leaves nothing to the imagination with its vocal refrain of "Ibrought the blade to my skin;" "Bridges" could be about finding commonground, but it feels like finally building the device that aids in yourescape; and "Conversation With a Half-empty Bottle" has an obviousimplications all its own, as a person comes to terms with their onlyfriend, and the one that they won't let destroy them. There's little tono percussion to be found on the entire record, which is part of whatmakes it so compelling. The snare on "Shakes" is spooky not only forthe way it's played but for its mere appearance. By the time I heard"Get Out Alive," I was glad made it out, and I hoped the singer did,too. Amundson continues to open his own scars for all to see, and itgets better each time. I just hope it doesn't damage him too much todredge it all up.
Neil Wiernik's third full length album is playful with an overall calmatmosphere, despite what the murky title suggests. The mood of theearly morning hours is perfectly captured, as different layers of soundin a steady flow match the various tones of shades. Silhouette-likestructures appear hazy at first glance but slowly come into shape asthe mind focuses on them. Besides the album's brilliant opener,"Brittle Sticks," which features a casual female vocal, all otherpieces are purely electronic instrumentals. Tracks 2-5 run in acontinuous flow, giving the impression of a live in-studio recording.Following that, "Post Shifting Ground" is a remix of the preceding"Shifting Ground Water." The early 80's beat box rim shot sound ispushed even more in the forefront but before it get's really disturbingit suddenly ends. In this abrupt silence, NAW places the straightforward "Two A.M. Overcast," which is undoubtedly another high pointbefore "Foggy Autumn Dawn" closes the album in the tradition of classicBasic Channel 12" B-Sides. The double finale leaves me with a wish formore, and thus repeated plays are irresistable. While I usually preferalbums to be longer, 40 minutes of quality is always more desirablethan an album with lots of filler.
After several weeks of struggle trying to make any sense of this LiefElggren / Kevin Drumm collaboration I reluctantly looked for clues inwhat promotional blurb I could locate. I was rewarded with "criticswill find it shocking easy to find angles and write reviews forTriangles." But despite such discouraging irony it eventually hit methat this is a 70s concept album in the grand tradition things like "AnElectric Storm," "200 Motels" and "Meddle." Endearingly, the only rockmusic on the album is reminiscent of "A Pillow of Winds" but that'swere the stylistic similarities stop. The source material is modern andkaleidoscopic: electronic, clicky digital, noise, sine tones, drones,organ washes, short-wave radio excerpts and various samples. What makesthis a psychedelic concept album is the two uninterrupted sides ofmind-trip ? episodic and monumental with trance inducing static ordevelopmental phases disconnected by bizarre, sometimes jarringtransitions. With that model in mind Triangles is a very pleasing albumand makes perfect sense, in the sense that a psychedelic concept albumdoesn't make sense except in a highly elliptical sense. As anintellectual sound-art object, on the other hand, it makes no sense. Infact, the more I listen to it now, the more nostalgic I become forthose teenage, herbal enhanced headphone listening sessions of the 70s.And take care not to play Triangles on a cheesy stereo; until I playedit in the living room, I thought half the album was clever Cagiansilence while there is in fact nothing of the kind. 
What initially piqued my interest in Wilco and Yankee Hotel Foxtrotwas learning of Jim O?Rourke?s collaboration with frontman Jeff Tweedyon the production side of the disc. That and the fact that group wasnow employing the choice talents of Glenn Kotche, who also just happensto be O?Rourke?s drummer. As Loose Fur, this trio have recentlyreleased a collection of five vocal tunes and one instrumental whichhighlight the varied, yet equally brilliant songwriting andmusicianship of the two bandleaders and their sideman. "Laminated Cat"opens the disc with some laid back analog synths bubbling underneathdriving percussion and a blend of acoustic and electric guitars thatweave and mesh throughout, building into a wall of distortion and noisethat ring the tune out. From there, it doesn?t take too long to hear akind of formula that appears on some of the disc?s other songs: playthrough a great tune that?s well written, beautifully sung and nicelyarranged, then jam out on some of the changes for the next three tofour minutes with some improv/noise-type guitar embellishments and aplethora of percussion. Of course, this is also part of what makes thisdisc so appealing as the "we're here to play" attitude conveys anexcitement that can't help but be contagious. More laid back tracksbased around the acoustic guitar such as "You Were Wrong" showcase somestrong songwriting that comes across with a nice, earthy feel anddoesn't really require a whole lot of decorating thanks in part toKotche's time feel. The wry and edgy lyrics of O?Rourke?s two vocaltunes are complimented by three from Tweedy, whose imagery is evocativeand quite poetic. This strong collaboration is ripe with greatsongwriting, interesting arrangements and instrumentation (you willhear banjo) with a cohesion that shows just how much these guys aremasters of their craft. 
