Rough Trade
This four-piece art-rock outfit is from the misty, seaside town ofBrighton, England. Yet, proximity to the salty brine of the Atlantichas had more of an impact on their wardrobe than their music. Dressedon stage in military regalia cross-bred with Boy Scout fashion, BritishSea Power look more like retired ship captains than a band. Combinethis with their penchant for naturalistic stage sets—consisting ofstrategically placed trees, limbs and large, stuffed birds—and youmight begin to think this band is all image and no substance.Musically, "Childhood Memories" disguises itself as laid back tune, butemerges as a stunning rocker. It opens with a deceivingly subtle, yetterribly catchy hook that occasionally builds up into something larger,only to come down gently to where it began. The tension that thisbuilds finally explodes at the end, as the guitars swarm together tobuild a wall of sound behind lead singer Yan's repeated chant of "Andwe go, and we go, and we go!" The B-side, labeled as "Favours in theBeetroot Fields," is actually the (supposedly) CD exclusive track"Strange Communication." It's a gentle, breezy track dominated by Yan'slonging vocals and lyrics such as "Well I don't even remember thefall/and I don't even remember at all/and you'll probably never see meagain/Such a strange communication," display how, after a couple ofhit-and-miss early singles, this band has finally come into their own.With a full-length on its way, it's perfect timing.
This four-piece art-rock outfit is from the misty, seaside town ofBrighton, England. Yet, proximity to the salty brine of the Atlantichas had more of an impact on their wardrobe than their music. Dressedon stage in military regalia cross-bred with Boy Scout fashion, BritishSea Power look more like retired ship captains than a band. Combinethis with their penchant for naturalistic stage sets—consisting ofstrategically placed trees, limbs and large, stuffed birds—and youmight begin to think this band is all image and no substance.Musically, "Childhood Memories" disguises itself as laid back tune, butemerges as a stunning rocker. It opens with a deceivingly subtle, yetterribly catchy hook that occasionally builds up into something larger,only to come down gently to where it began. The tension that thisbuilds finally explodes at the end, as the guitars swarm together tobuild a wall of sound behind lead singer Yan's repeated chant of "Andwe go, and we go, and we go!" The B-side, labeled as "Favours in theBeetroot Fields," is actually the (supposedly) CD exclusive track"Strange Communication." It's a gentle, breezy track dominated by Yan'slonging vocals and lyrics such as "Well I don't even remember thefall/and I don't even remember at all/and you'll probably never see meagain/Such a strange communication," display how, after a couple ofhit-and-miss early singles, this band has finally come into their own.With a full-length on its way, it's perfect timing. 
Tigerbeat6's website describes Deathas a remix album "by people who love Numbers, for people who loveNumbers," and it's an apt statement. Though you don't have to befamiliar with Numbers Life to enjoy these remixes, itdefinitely helps. Most of the remixes find Numbers' raw energychanneled onto the dancefloor, and why shouldn't they? After all, thehistory of the remix is rooted in the 12" single. Most remixers havefun with their interpretations of the songs, and it makes sense thatthey would—Numbers is a fun band. Gold Chains opens Death witha much-expected cheeky, clubby, self-referencing take on "Prison Life,"complete with a skit and a '77-style punk outro; Dymaxion'ssample-heavy "What is the Product?" is well-constructed and, though itbarely avoids being overly-quirky with its Speak'n'Spell samples, fitswell within the Numbers aesthetic. Kid 606's obligatory remix (of "WeLike Having These Things") is undeniably (and uncharachteristically?)catchy with a melodic pulsing bassline, and the Numan-esque synth soloat the end is really quite pretty. GD Luxxe's "Get Away Mix" of "PrisonLife" comes closest to the perfect remix in the traditional sense ofthe term. He keeps the basic feel of the song intact, reproducing theoriginal bassline and sampling Numbers' vocals, while adding verses ofhis own. The end result is a remix that stays true to the sourcematerial, while at the same time becoming a definitive GD Luxxe track.Caro and Kit Clayton also add their own lyrics to their interpretationsof "Intercom," and "Information," respectively, but it's GD Luxxe'strack that works best in this respect. The most notable divergence fromthe four-on-the-floor is Stars As Eyes, who buck the trend byconverting "I'm Shy" (retitled "I Have a Headache This Big") into adark post-rock anthem, propelled by a one-note guitar line a la theSupremes' "Keep Me Hanging On." Credit should also be given to Stars AsEyes for being one of the only remixers to utilize Indra Duris' drumsounds, instead of replacing them with a quantized drum machine beat.As with any remix album, there are some less-than-stellar tracks, butthey're in the minorit. (If I'm forced to name names: Dwayne Sodahberk,DAT Politics, and Uprock.) Most likely the reason that Deathworks better than most remix albums is because Numbers' source materialis open-ended enough to allow a myriad of remixing possibilities, mostof which are just damned catchy.
Palestine's music is not very well known today, partly because thereare few recordings available, but also because he moved on to othermedia as the massive commercialism of minimalist music developed in thelate seventies and eighties. His seemingly narrow escape from the titleof "minimalist composer" was fortuitous since what that has come toimply in musical terms today does no justice to his work. His music isdistinct from what became mainstream minimalism by its focus on soundrather than process and its deep emotional expressionism as opposed toaesthetics, grandeur and polish. Thus Morton Feldman is a much closerneighbor than is Steve Reich. "Schlingen-Blängen" is a drone organpiece which demonstrates Palestine's genius for pulling unbelievablesounds, colors and effects out of a familiar instrument. It isbasically one chord sustained for seventy minutes with infrequentadditions and removals of tones and changes of registration. Thisapproach to making music, of using stasis to force the listener intoconcentration on the sound itself, is very difficult to do well and Ihave never heard it so successfully performed as on this disk. First,there is the choice of the initial chord and its registration andalready it is clear that the musician has exquisite taste andexpressive powers, not unlike Messiaen in those aspects. Then beginsthe impressionism. The old Dutch organ in the church of the smallFriesland village of Farmsum Delftzijl starts magically to sing its ownmelodies and rhythms without the player needing to move any controls.The illusion of rapid activity is the result of interferences among thecomponents of the chord within the organ and the church. Such effectsare not unfamiliar but their depth and extent here are staggering.Above the dazzling impressionism is the expressionism, these rapidcycles of intensity, melody and colors, as though they were playingsome non-existent process-music score, are as painfully beautiful asthe original chord. Palestine's comment, "I'm the living hybrid in myown work of the physical gesturality of Jackson Pollock and thespiritual color chemistry of Mark Rothko," hits the nail on the head.The quality of the recording conveys enough of the massive physicalityof the experience to be satisfying while still conveying the sadnessthat one couldn't have been there. The acoustic space of the old churchis precisely rendered. Anyone that enjoys drone music and static soundpainting in any genre should own this CD—Charlemagne Palestine's musicis the archetype. 
If Matmos albums can be considered electronic records for the mind,Drew Daniel's first full-length record as Soft Pink Truth isundoubtedly an electronic record for the ass. Do You Party?should probably contain a warning that 'chunky subhuman basslines atloud levels (from the opening track, "Everybody's Soft" and permeatingthroughout the entire disc) may cause uncontrollable rhythmic pelvicmovement.' Here, Daniel has gotten in touch with his sexy inner discodiva, still dancing down at Club Uranus. Do You Party? like acoming-out party, where everything that has been building up for yearsfinally manifests and explodes for the whole world to see, hear, feeland enjoy. Along with catchy melodies and punchy beats, the album is aparty mix littered with samples upon samples, tactfully andrhythmically integrated words and sounds accent beats which make for alisten both entertaining as it is dancable. The overload of samples islike a box full of a collection of keychains or souvenir spoons thatfinally needs to be emptied from the quirky "girl oh girl" samples from"Tender Studies" to grunting and groaning samples elsewhere. BlecchyBlevin Blectum has joined in for a vocal contribution to thehead-spinning Vanity 6 cover tune "Make Up," thumping enough to givemost electroclashers an example to follow. Daniel's partner in crime,Martin has donated a few synth lines here and there, but sounds ofsurgery or other musically-forged field recordings are nowhere to befound. This album isn't built for headphonic solitude or an employer'scomputer speakers, but can be fully appreciated on a bass-flatteringsound system, in the clubs, at home, or in a vehicle pimped-out withcustom rims and tinted windows. What you -can- enjoy on your computer,however, is the bonus of the included video for "Promofunk." Now ifonly I could get my hands on those 12" singles. 
Back in 1998, "Transmissions From Scumsburg," my weekly industrial andexperimental radio show on the Boston University student-run station,gave me a late-night forum to blast the blossoming genre often calleddigital hardcore. Alec Empire's DHR, the label who gave the genre itsnamesake, introduced me to such angsty, noisy acts as Bomb 20, Shizuo,EC8OR and, of course, Atari Teenage Riot. The music was pure andviolent, and its riot sounds inspired me in ways that industrial musicno longer did. Then, at the zenith of the label's popularity, it madenumerous bad decisions, giving too much attention to god-awfulside-projects (Nintendo Teenage Robots and She-Satellites) anduninspiring new acts (Fever and Lolita Storm). The label had lost allof the vital energy that kept it relevant, and it wasn't long beforepeople stopped caring about any music it put out. During this fall fromgrace, Atari Teenage Riot's original frontwoman Hanin Elias started upthe Fatal imprint on the label, showcasing music exclusively made bywomen. While the idea may have resembled the somewhat admirable goalsof the Seattle riot-grrrl scene, the implementation was universallydull, signified by the unoriginal white noise of Nic Endo's debut EPand Elias's own drab full-length. Sadly, on Elias's new album No Games No Fun(inaugurating the first Fatal release outside of the DHR community), itappears that those glory days are just as far away as they ever were.Even more lackluster than her last album, Elias' bad songwritingplagues the album as a whole, via murky rock tracks ("Blue") dated hiphop ("You Suck"), lo-fi electronic cuts ("Rockets Against Stones") andbland acoustic numbers ("Catpeople"). Quite frankly, Elias' voice justdoesn't work with ANY of these styles. Not even notable contributorssuch as Merzbow, J. Mascis, Khan, and even Mr. Empire himself can savethis uneven, sub-mediocre release. Still, one thing about this releaseis consistent: its title. I can assure you that this was "no fun" tolisten to. 
Electronic music has had many casualties over the years, but noneprobably as depressing as the death of drum n' bass. Unlike many genreswho have fallen victim to the same ultimate fate, drum n' bass (whichfor the sake of this review will encompass all subgenres that wouldfall under the larger grouping) found itself divided inside itself aswell as commercially exploited in a ruthless manner. In the end,corporate trend vultures and shady admen reduced the music to 30 secondloops, while those who originally loved the music splintered off into"new" genres such as garage and breakcore. Still, there are artists outthere plugging away and writing music truly evocative of the genre.However, the question lingers: does this effort even matter anymore? IfBad Company is any indication, then the answer is, sadly, no. In orderfor a genre to thrive, the music must remain interesting. Over thecourse of two CDs (one album and one continuous mix), Bad Company's Shot Down On Safarirepresents the stagnancy that helped bring down drum n' bass. From theoverused ragga vocals (particularly on "Mo' Fire") to the same oldtired breakbeats and synth effects, it becomes abundantly clear why somany people jumped ship for more progressive sounds. Admittedly, mytastes in drum n' bass have always leaned in the darkstep / techstepdirection, but this album just doesn't offer anything up worthmentioning. If for some bizarre reason after reading this review youstill feel like you want "Shot Down On Safari," rest assured that themix CD offers quite a few older tracks that reflect the brighter daysof drum n' bass.
One of the better 1990s music trends was when the remix truly evolved into an art form. Artists like Meat Beat Manifesto, The Orb, and Autechre were some of the first who not only transformed a song into something almost completely new, but left their mark with a distinguishable sound that made the new version identifiably their own.
Timonium's songs have always been contemplative. Narcotic melodiescombine to create themes which repeat over and over, as if to bash youon the head. It's as if, at one moment, you had no earthly idea thesesounds existed in unison, but then you hear them and you becomedependent on them, uncertain whether you can go on living without them.To have these themes repeated over and over in a song, then, becomes ablessing rather than a curse, blissful rather than tedious. So perhaps"caressing" would be more suitable than "bashing," but keep in mindthat there are these incredibly loud moments in Timonium's songs wherethe caressing does in fact become bashing, though it is a thrashing onegladly accepts. 'Until He Finds Us' compacts these tensile melodiesinto shorter statements, but the songs remain long and contemplative byvirtue of more complex song structure. The exception which threatens toprove me wrong is the compact (3 minutes) first song, "Populations,"which touts a kinetic sound that never really explodes, but whichmanages to get the listener all worked up (accomplished largely by thedrum rhythms). I like to think of this song as a preamble to the wholealbum, and I think it works well like this. In previous albums, theband would use a combination of finely-wrought statements together withsweeping changes in dynamics (think Bedhead). Timonium has now addedtempo changes and time signature changes to their arsenal. "SolemnCorridors," for instance, embarks as a slow and somber song which ispunctuated by short guitar chords on the up beat, but halfway throughit switches time signatures and starts to rock significantly harder,all the while maintaining a melody which links these two disparatesections of the song like Siamese twins (except that these twins lookentirely normal and natural conjoined at the melody, and you wouldnever think of staring in bewilderment or averting your gaze inrevulsion). Timonium is growing up, and their music is likewisebecoming more complex. The whispery male and female vocals remainrefreshingly understated in most of the songs, letting the musicenvelope them rather than dominating the song. They do happen to peakout confidently in the louder parts, but it's only momentarily andalways proper. The messianic overtones of the album title and lyricshave the effect of turning this album into a type of post-rock hymnal,with lots of talk of blood, wounds, and rebirth. Somehow, even rocksand marble are imbued with some religious significance. Then again,there is just as much talk of birds, griffins, and trees. I am unsurewhat to make of it all, but I do challenge you to put the line "Ipissed in your mouth" in a song and have it sound as placid andsoothing as Timonium are able to. If there is a moment of ascension, itcomes early on in the album, in the song "Across the Footlights" (whichhas another attention-grabbing shift in time signature). You'll knowthe moment when it hits you just by the sheer glory of the sound, butwhether you're ready for it is an entirely different discussion. 
