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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.
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. 
While grand flourishes and touches of color may capture your eye, asolid foundation is key to making everything work together. Subtle,almost unseen nuances set the scene for everything built upon it. Thekey is finding the right balance, to not be so subtle as to beunnoticed. On Helms' latest release, McCarthy, the band delves into those latent shades, at times almost getting lost, in order to describe themselves in a different way. McCarthyseems to evoke the moments between sleep and waking, when the conscioushasn't fully kicked in and the unconscious hasn't fully departed.Thoughts and images appear and at once evaporate, failing to make adistinct impression, only leaving a faint trace behind. Much of McCarthyevokes this ephemeral nature, each song almost blurring with the next."Singer and guitarist Sean McCarthy spills out his lyrics in a languid,sleepy manner never fully rising above the midtempo drone of bassistTina Helms and drummer Dan McCarthy. McCarthy seems to aspireto twilight, the arrangements blinking like stars peaking throughfading sunlight, establishing a melody or a riff and then shifting itup and down, back and forth, as on "It Takes Skin to Win." While thistechnique works for Helms as on the aforementioned track, it can attimes become tedious. Helms is most successful when they lurch out oftheir grogginess as on the soaring opener track, "The Hypochondriac'sLast Words," which allows vocalist Sean to show some dynamics in hisvoice. Deviations are welcome, and when "The Ten Thousand Things"arrives, it's not a moment too soon. The rhythm section chugging alongsolidly, punctuated by a thrusting crescendo of guitar that stands outagainst the albums shy demeanor. "Robots Are Great, But Are We ReadyFor Them to Dance on Their Own?" succeeds in building a compelling ideawith only a simple repeated riff, imbued with urgency and energy. Thealbum closes with the unfortunate "Cornish, New Hampshire," dragging onwith a meandering recitation of items in a drawer, daring the listenerto endure the song's seven minute duration. Despite their individualissues, the songs on McCarthy work well together to create astarry, midnight blue atmosphere that makes the album a pleasantlisten. The concern is not on specifics, but on a broader,impressionistic expression of sense and feeling. While the thoughts maydisappear as soon as we open our eyes, the feelings stay with us, thevague memories of sensation that merely hint and never tell. 
This is the second Go-Betweens album since their resuscitation threeyears ago, and the band's sound is still surprisingly consistent.During their twenty-year existence, the Go-Betweens have been thepedagogues of jangly pop, ably instructing in their art and edifyingcountless bands who have followed in their footsteps but never hopedever to overtake the teacher as would be normal in the course of thementor/apprentice relationship. The Go-Betweens maintain theirmentorship not by any tyrannical stranglehold, but rather by aperfection of pop which other bands seem unable to master (or evensometimes muster). It usually takes me a few listens through to pickout my best Go-Betweens songs from any one album, and this record is nodifferent. In the end, the differences between the songs which I likeand the ones which I just listen to are subtle; they amount to acertain inflection here, a deeper crooning there. What I can sense fromthese post-reunification albums is that the inflections and crooningshave become less intense and less intoned, for whatever reason (I don'tthink it is so much age as it is growth). As a result, fewer songs jumpout at me. The first half of Bright Yellow Bright Orangebest approaches the glory of older releases. "Poison in the Walls" willnot only recall older songs like "Part Company," but can show what Imean when I talk about the minimized inflection: the elongatedpronunciation of "sometimes" is the hallmark of great Go-Betweenssongs, but in this case is slightly less energetic than I would haveexpected or than would have been recorded circa 1984. The surface ofthe next song, "Mrs. Morgan," screams to be compared to Lou Reed, buteven his songs were never so pleasantly lackadaisical as this. Despiteall of its good, this record simply seems too summery and relaxed for aproper appreciation presently. The anxiety of winter frustratingly dogsthe songs on this perhaps prematurely released album. 'Bright YellowBright Orange' implies the setting in which it should ideally belistened to: in the bright sun-filled day of the early summer when thewarmth makes its first cadenced march back into the air, or, if you aresomewhat more headstrong and jumpy, maybe at the falling of the firstspring rain. 
1979's Reproductionis the first full-length LP by The Human League, following some 12"singles and EPs released the year before. The reissue treatment fullyremasters and restores the sound, as well as adding loads ofsupplemental material, including the ultra-rare The Dignity of Labour EP and their first single Being Boiled. Reproductionfinds the group in pristine form, matching dark, futuristic lyrics withmechanized beats, icy synth melodies and keyboard swooshes. PhilOakey's lyrics elaborate on his childish, science-fiction obsessionwith an apocalyptic view of the future. The second track "Circus ofDeath" is a rambling, surreal narrative about a future holocaustperpetrated by narcotized clowns. Fans of early Gary Numan classicssuch as "Down in the Park" will appreciate this album. All of theelements of the latter day, chart-topping Human League are present, butthe album maintains a consistently arch, clinical distance from thelistener. This is only enhanced by Oakey's wry, detached wit andpassionless delivery. One of Human League's best songs is here, thestrangely upbeat "Empire State Human," a song about avarice and thedesire to attain superhuman powers, set against a relentlessproto-electro beat. By far the strangest track, "Morale," begins withsome ambient synthesizer arpeggios, reminiscent of Tangerine Dream.Philip Oakey pipes in with some mournful lyrics, and the song slowlysegues into an absurdly overproduced cover of The Righteous Brothers'"You've Lost That Loving Feeling." I'm not sure what the League werethinking here, but it somehow works. The Dignity of Labourfunctions as a four-part tribute to early electronic pioneers likeMorton Subotnick, Raymond Scott and Bernard Parmegiani. It's completelyinstrumental, and consists of a series of musique concrete soundscapes.As such, it is the most avant-garde recording that The Human Leagueever released. Tacked onto the end of this re-release is The HumanLeague's first single, "Being Boiled (Fast Version)." I won't go into adescription of this song as it is has popped up on at least 20compilations in just the past year. This version has the exact sametempo as every other version of the song I've heard, so I'm not surewhat makes this a "fast" version, however. Reproduction is essential listening for anyone getting into The Human League or the Sheffield post-punk scene. 
Travelogue is truly a transitional effort, containing both the Kubrickian, technology-obsessed sound that dominated Reproduction, and a healthy dose of the clever, infectious pop that would characterize Dare.The album kicks off with its best song, "The Black Hit of Space," atruly funny/scary song about a 12" from the future that sucks all ofits listeners into a black hole. The music on this track is remeniscentof a lot of the formulaic industrial-style electro and EBM thatdominated the 80's and early 90's. The Human League were pretty muchthe first on the block with this sound, before it had become a hopelessclich?. "Only After Dark" comes on like an electrop Beach Boys song,with its bouncy rhythm and fun vocal harmonies. The rest of the albumis a hit-or-miss affair. Most of the tracks are flawlessly arranged andproduced, but the songwriting is not nearly as strong as the songs on Reproduction or Dare."Being Boiled" also makes an appearance on this album, but it has beenreinvisioned as a hyperactive disco-fied Georgio Moroder track.There are seven extra tracks on this re-issue, most of them fairlydisposable, but fun nonetheless. Who could resist the wackiness oftheir roboticized glam-rock medley of Gary Glitter's "Rock n' Roll" andIggy Pop's "Nightclubbing"? The League also pay homage to theirchildhood science fiction obsession on "Tom Baker," a tribute toeveryone's favorite actor in the role of Doctor Who.
In my humble opinion, Dareis one of the greatest pop albums of all time, and for me it representsthe absolute zenith of the new wave electropop of the early 80's. It isessential listening for fans of the so-called "modern" pop of MagneticFields, The Aluminum Group or any of the new overabundant crop of"electroclash" groups like Ladytron or Soviet. The new digital popmusic characterized by groups like Lali Puna, The Postal Service andTarwater has also been informed by The Human League's unparalleledclassic. Released in 1981, The Human League have by this time lost twoof their founding members, Ian Marsh and Martyn Ware, who left to formthe new wave duo Heaven 17. With Marsh and Ware's departure, HumanLeague have put aside all of the cyber-punk posturing, to focusexclusively on making ten superbly realized, perfect pop songs. Whatresulted is the Human League's masterpiece, one of the rare albumswhere each and every track is a great song in its own right. PhilipOakey's lyrics contain decidedly more "human" themes this time around,with some very grown-up songs about lost love, the modern world, murderand "the law." The production is a true marvel, gleaming and seamless."The Things That Dreams are Made Of" kicks off the record with abeautiful synth melody and flawless drum programming. Soon, Oakey isreading off an inspired list of the things that his dreams are made of:"New York, ice cream, TV, travel, good times, Johnny, Joey, Dee Dee,good times...". Witty, urbane lyrics and brilliant pop hooks abound onthis record. Things take a rather disturbing turn with the somber,darkwave track "Seconds," which is as dead serious as The Human Leagueget. The album ends with The Human League's biggest hit, and also oneof their best songs, "Don't You Want Me," with its he said/she saidlyrics and infectiously catchy chorus. If you thought this was justmindless 80's flashback music, listen again. As a bonus with Caroline'sreissue, the entire Love and Dancing LP has been included.Originally credited to The League Unlimited Orchestra (in a tribute toBarry White's instrumental side-project), Love and Dancing is one of the first examples of a true remix album. Seven tracks from Dareand one extra track are specially remixed by producer Martin Rushent,whose liberal use of echo and a complement of wacky sound effects andintrumental fills is immediately reminiscent of the early dub approachto remixing. Love and Dancing is quite a sought-after rarity on LP, so to have these tracks available on this re-release is a real treat. 
There are a number of reasons I love vinyl and strongly advocate vinyl usage: it actually -does- sound better for louder recordings with the whole signal-to-noise ratio thing; it comes with pretty big pictures if you're lucky; DJs (and those who think they are) can match beats, scrach and mix; and idiot roommates/junkie friends/random thieves rarely steal it as it's too big and heavy and used stores hate to sell used vinyl. However, let me go on record as saying that for quieter, more meditative recordings, I would prefer the usage of vinyl be very limited (if not eliminated). Every time a record is pulled out of its protective sleeve, thousands of microscopic particles collect—this is inevitable. With the more quiet recordings, the buildup of particles in the grooves is audibly evident. Mirror recordings are all lengthy soundscapes, gently combining musical and non-musical sound sources over long periods of time, with startlingly hypnotic effects. The difference in hearing a vinyl recording of the very first Mirror album released on record and the CD which was issued last week is absolutely amazing.
