Plenty of new music to be had this week from Laetitia Sadier and Storefront Church, Six Organs of Admittance, Able Noise, Yui Onodera, SML, Clinic Stars, Austyn Wohlers, Build Buildings, Zelienople, and Lea Thomas, plus some older tunes by Farah, Guy Blakeslee, Jessica Bailiff, and Richard H. Kirk.
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New World Sitting uncomfortably wherever it is that minimalism overlaps with bothnew age and American academic experimentation, Ingram Marshall is a bitof a baffler. I liked Fog Tropeswhen I first heard it on the radio way back in my college days butdiscovered, when I bought a disk of it not so long ago, that I hadgrown out of it, as I have with most minimalism. The other works onthat New Albion disk had decidedly off-putting new age spiritual cheesegoing on. However, the sleeve notes that Marshall wrote for the CD ofCharlemange Palestine's Schlingen Blängen convince me that itmisses the mark to dismiss him as a secondary figure in commercialminimalism with a bit of a spiritual bent. Present as a young man inthe New York minimalist scene of the '60s, Marshall had goodconnections and began experimenting with tape and electronic music andhas kept it up since. This CD documents his tape and electronic outputduring the years of minimalism's downfall in the 1970s as nascentneo-romantic composers like Reich and Glass co-opted it for their ownends and gave it a capital M. Five of the seven pieces are tapecompositions based on human voices, using repetition and electronicmanipulation to build up eerie artificial sound spaces. These piecesrange from the quite effective Cortez (see Brain v06i16) to the rather unconvincing Weather Reportand suggest that Marshall was sincere and committed to working hardwith very limited personal artistic resources. However, the remainingtwo pieces, Rop på fjellet and Sibelius in His Radio Corner,lay bare Marshall's abject skills in harmony and melody withrun-for-cover embarrassing horribleness. An artist has to bothcultivate and rely upon his or her voice of artistic conscience—thatlittle Jiminy Cricket voice that whispers in your ear "Dude, that kindasucks. Keep it to yourself and work on something else instead." Thisvoice is one of an artist's most crucial assets. I think Marshall,deceived by the success of his music with those New Albion typeaudiences, allowed himself to overrule his conscience a few times toooften to maintain credibility. This CD shows that, unlike many otherless than entirely great composers, this wasn't just a problem reservedfor his later years.
Restless/Rykodisc Withall the attention and surgence of popularity of Flaming Lips, it'sunsurprising that their older, pre-Warner Bros. material (which hasbecome increasingly harder to find) has been reissued through Restlessand Rykodisc. The good news is that there is a fairly large amount puremusical gold in the older material, and that these releases bring someattention to that. The bad news is that the early collection, Finally, The Punk Rockers Are Taking ACID, is pretty much fans-only material. It's not bad, but it's probably not what casual fans are going expect or even grow to like.The 3 CDs that make up ACIDare packed with extras and b-sides, but overall, it's all pretty raw.It's like the first EP, which makes up the first five tracks on thefirst disc, sung by Mark Coyne (Wayne's brother who later left theband). It's great if you're a fan, with a cover of Sonic Youth's "DeathValley '69," Neil Young's "After The Gold Rush," along with someclassic Flaming Lips songs like "One Million Billionth Of A MillisecondOn A Sunday Morning." The majority of the material from the 3 disc setcomes from the band's first few albums, Hear It Is, OH MY GAWD!!!...The Flaming Lips and Telepathic Surgery.The only concession to space seems to be "Hell's Angel's CrackerFactory," edited down from 20+ minutes to three. Excellent liner notesby head Lip, Wayne, round out the set as a real gem. A cheaper, morecompact overview of the pre-Warner bros. Flaming Lips, 1984-1990, is also available on Restless.
The Day They Shot A Hole In The Jesus EGG on the other hand, is a 2-disc set made up of the In A Priest Driven Ambulance album (and some extras) and a CD version of the often-bootlegged Mushroom Tapes (demos and outtakes from the In A Priest Driven Ambulanceperiod). The album itself is the first truly great Flaming Lips recordand the last before they went to Warner Bros. and is in many ways, thepinnacle of the Flaming Lips' pre-Warner/punk days. It included theaddition of another guitarist, Jonathan Donahue (later in Mercury Rev)and it was also the first time they worked with Dave Fridman, who wouldhelp the band sculpt itself into what it has become (this album was hissenior year thesis in college.) There are moments of brilliancescattered casually all over the album: the ambient cricket sounds andpassing cars on "There You Are" are because the band recorded theacoustic guitars in the middle of the night in a grocery store parkinglot near a highway; Wayne's off-key singing which give the songs anearnest feel they would otherwise lack; and the use of Jesus as a"something to believe in" stand-in rather than as a religioussignifier. The original In A Priest Driven Ambulance albumclosed off with a lopsided, but very (unintentionally) sweet cover of"What A Wonderful World," but this expanded version has a few moreextras, including a medley of The Sonics' "Strychnine," and "(What's SoFunny 'Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding." The second disc has afair amount of really cool outtakes, including a slide guitar jam thatlater became "There You Are." Also included are the two versions of oneof Priest Driven Ambulance's highlights, "Five Stop MotherSuperior Rain." One is made up of three minutes of feedback drones, theother twice as long and with a lovely piano line, while the original onthe first disc has melodic guitar lines instead of the piano. For abonus disc, it fulfils its purpose remarkably well—alongside the"Priest Driven Ambulance," the discs compliment each other beautifullyin a way that they couldn't alone.
Darla Fear not: although many of the favored indie rock bands of yesteryearhave either folded, made disappointing returns, or just flatdisappeared, some are restructuring and returning all the better forit. Holiday Flyer, the pop group founded by brother and sister John andKatie Conley, have split into two groups, with each sibling recordingtheir songs with the same backing band, just under two differentmonikers. California Oranges is John's project, with Verna Brock fromlater Holiday Flyer albums serving as the vocal partner and bassist.Twins Matt and Ross Levine round out the group, and the sound is notwhat you'd expect from Conley, but that's exactly the point. He'sturned up the volume on the guitars to blow you off of your couch, but,luckily, he's decided that the harmonies need to stay. I must saythat's one of the things I still enjoy most about indie power popbands: where the prevailing wisdom of today's singers is to trill andwarble their way through songs in some apparent impressive display ofvocal control, power pop just lets it slide and speak for itself.There's no remarkable vocal skill being shown here, and no need forhistrionics. It's just powerful feel-good music. "Broken Typewriter"starts the album off with a bang, and it doesn't let up once, hardlygiving you time to catch your breath. Occasionally, the tempo slows, ason "Come Back Now," but throughout Conley and Brock reveal lovelyinterplay, though Brock's vocals could have used more volume in the mixhere and there. Clean guitar tones and a solid rhythm section make forsmooth sailing, too, so there's hardly a misstep. California Orangesjust rock, and Oranges and Pineapples is a solid debut with plenty worth a repeat listen.
Anybody with software can glitch and nearly anybody with a drum machine and sequencing keyboard can make a dance record, but to twist the machines into a modern electronic pop masterpiece requires a healthy amount of both talent and skill. This, the Bpitch Control label matriarch's third full-length album, is a perfect example.
From the beginning, there's no time wasted. Crushing dancefloor beats are introduced, and before long are finely matched with shimmering multi-instrumental instrumentation and Ellen's almost magical voice: never obtrusive, never rubbing off the wrong way, and never lacking in the catchy tune department. A dance record to take home is an uncommon concept from a label which is known for its heavy singles output, but the ample usage of differing tempos, sprinklings of guitar work, instrumental and acapella songs, makes this a great album for home, car, or work situations. With every listen, there's new things to notice, as the songs rarely take predictable, overused routes. Fear not the high brow, however, as there's plenty of ass shaking and tush pushing with the higher energy dance cuts.
Drag City Dave Pajo has been quite busy lately as a member of Zwan. To make timefor his own project, Papa M, he's taken to writing and recording invarious cities while on tour and releasing the end result as acollection of CD singles: something he refers to as an audio tourdiary. Disc one in this series is comprised of three tracks recorded inChicago, Bloomington, and Pajo's hometown of Louisville. The relaxedpickin' feel of "Flashlight Tornado" comes off with somewhat of aback-to-basics, coffeehouse approach of acoustic guitar, voice andharmonica. The beautifully re-worked "Beloved Woman" (originally from2002's Whatever, Mortal)opens with a near-violent layering of cello and violin which then dronethroughout the tune's progressions with a eerie seductiveness thatbrings gooseflesh. In keeping with the Songs of Mac EP, Pajocloses out with his arrangement of another writer's song. The ReverendGary Davis' "I Am the Light of This World" is a laid back, minor-keystrummy guitar number augmented with sitar sounds and minimal keyboardwith religious imagery that Pajo conveys very convincingly. As it'salways a pleasure to hear Papa M, hearing the stripped down, bare bonestake on these tunes is all the more special as the focus is more on thesolo artist instead of the full group effort.
Emperor Norton Despite their unwieldy name which suggests a rather sizeable ensemble,this Norwegian group is in actuality a trio comprised of DJ ErlendSellevold (aka Ralph Myerz) and his cohorts Tarjei Strom and ThomasLonnheim. This, their debut full-length, which is heavily influenced by'60s and '70s film scores, has already placed the band high on thecharts in their native land. In fact, Ralph Myerz & Co. borrowedparts of their moniker from sleazemaster Russ Meyer and his cameraman,Jack Herren, as a result of their fixation upon the soundtracks forMeyers' films when the group initially came together. A Special Album, although it sounds very sample-based, isprimarily played live. The second track, "Nikita," the single thatbroke the band and was quickly snapped up by Volkswagen execs for usein an advertisement, contains a sample of "Sexy Girls" from GertWilden's score to Maedchen die nach Muenchen kommern that isused to maximum dreamy effect. RM&JH are indeed impressivemusicians in their own right, and play a variety of keyboards,synthesizers, and an assortment of percussive instruments. Assistingthem on a few of the tracks are two female vocalists who provide anextra sexy punch to songs like "Casino" and "Think Twice," which areamong the strongest on the album. At times, the sound recalls thelaid-back funk of Monk & Canatella, while "You Never Come Closer"is an ethereal nod to trip hop on a film noir bender. Perhaps A Special Album'sonly weak spot lies in the fact that, by the time the last three songsroll around, the band seem to be running out of ideas. By all means,it's still extremely listenable, but as the record winds down, theear-catching quality that it opened with begins to evaporate. Thatsaid, RM&JH are without doubt one of the most entertaining newbands of the year. All in all, their debut is not exactlygroundbreaking, but is nonetheless a fun, upbeat listen. -
XL Few truly solo artists can produce an album with this kind of majesty.The last time we heard from Mull Historical Society was 2001's Loss,a carefully planned work and worthwhile listen, but featuring a bit toomuch extraneous nonsense. Two years later, founding member Alan Malloyhas departed, leaving Colin MacIntyre to act on his own. Since theywere his songs to begin with—Mull Historical Society has always workedfrom MacIntyre's extensive backlog of already-written songs—it seemslike this shouldn't be that big a deal. Seeing the immense failure ofother solo artist projects where other band members have departed tellsotherwise. He could just as easily screw it all up instead of making animpressive record. Thankfully, here he manages the latter, as Usis my front-runner for album of the year at this point. Wonderful useof strings, piano, and bright guitars intermingle under MacIntyre'sdecidedly goofy voice, as he gives it all in these songs, playing outhis emotions with no strings attached. Everything tends to brisklyshuffle or jangle along with a great mix of instruments and subjectmatter. When things do slow down a bit, like on "Asylum," there's stilla bright edge that could very well be a train at the other end of thetunnel. I didn't care, though, as long as it sounds this good, thiscomplete. The album is great from conception to execution, even whenMacIntyre shows off his trademark odd sense of humor on tracks like"The Supermarket Strikes Back." This is a transition point, where anartist makes or breaks themselves based upon past experience, and MHSblows right past it without a care in the world. I could listen to tenrecords of this and still not get enough.
Mute For Cabs collectors and fans of their Industrial Records-era music,this collection is a dream come true. Three CDs of unreleased songs andearly versions are compiled at a surprisingly cheap cost. From theearliest material on the first disc, the sound quality is amazinglyclear. Songs here run the gamut from fully realized tunes to plenty ofhalf-assed noodling. At no point, however, even for the most minimalnoodlings, is it ever dull. This -is- entertainment. (Especially thewalking jazz tune "The Single," where lyrics include "come on kidslet's jive," "come on girls, slide your feet," and plenty of "doo-doodoo-doo"s!) A document like this is evidence that Sheffield's finesthaven't always been depressing anti-establishmentalists. Furthermore,hearing the (then) trio of Kirk, Mallinder and Watson play around withsound effects and layered spoken word bits is actually far moreinteresting on record to hear than a lot of the modern classical soundsof electronic composers that seem to be surfacing by the bucketloadslately. The Cabs clearly had a pop mentality to match their anti-poptendencies and kept songs relatively brief and to-the-point. At somepoint, however, the sound bursts become songs, the instruments becomelearned, the skills become perfected. Sure, there's probably plenty ofattic tapes from many bands' youths floating around, but, by the sax,guitar and keyboard echoes of "Magnet," something really cool is takingplace and we're fortunate to be able to get documentation. It's a lotof material to wade through (53 songs in all) and not all of it isstellar. For a collection which claims to be all previously unreleasedrecordings, the version of "Do the Mussolini (Headkick)" on disc twomysteriously sounds as if it was mastered from a record with clicks andskips. It might have made more sense to include these alternateversions on the recent Original Sound of Sheffieldcomp as things like "No Escape," "Here She Comes Now," and "Nag, Nag,Nag" don't sound much different and appear on numerous releasesalready. I'm also getting sick of the recycled Designers Republicformat for Cab Volt reissue material: the printing in my booklet isdreadful, with bleeding blurry grey text that's next to impossible toread on the greyscale background images—perhaps that's the point, butit's becoming a cheap cop-out. Furthermore, they keep listing web sitesfor Cabaret Voltaire that don't exist yet. This has been a trend sincethe late 1990s that continues to this day. The web site here atBrainwashed has remained the best web resource for all Cabaret Voltairematerial and has not changed its URL since 1996, damnit! It's lame thatthey keep ignoring it for sites that aren't online! Okay, enough of mybitching, enjoy the four hours of great music and hope that things likeChance vs. Causality and other unreleased things are due out soon.
Silber Insomnia has a grip on many people for a variety of reasons. Stress,illness, hyperactivity, or just plain non-interest are several causesfor the inability to sleep. Many products exist with a sole purpose ofaiding in the pursuit of slumber, from pills to specialized alarmclocks and CDs with soothing sound effects or music that put the mindand body at ease. If Thousands, a band with very experimental leanings,have decided to help in their own way. Aaron Molina and ChristianMcShane started playing music together by abandoning their respectiveinstruments to start anew. They decided to play instruments thatneither knew how to play in the pursuit of music from a completelynaive standpoint. Their second album, Lullabywas recorded with twelve microphones spaced throughout the room, togive the listener spacial awareness; and the album is one long trackthat has been split up only for song identification purposes. Itspurpose is to aid the listener to sleep, and the band intends it to belistened to in one sitting to accomplish this goal. Immediately, uponlistening to the disc, the track titles have no meaning. The drone thatis omnipresent in these songs says it all. Everything blends together,and the different instruments that will be used on different tracks areonly used to obtain a slight variation. Above all else this music mustspeak with one voice for its entire length, and it does. It calms andrelaxes, and when there are vocals (the repeated refrain on "TheDaylight and the Sun," for instance), they are spoken, unobtrusive andfaded with some effect or another. The music speaks without vocals, sotherefore it has no need for them. The track titles do speak as amethod to the madness, however, as they suggest the loss of a lovedone, Matt, for whom these structures are dedicated. It is as if theband created the work for themselves or for Matt's family to help themto sleep, or to hopefully commune with him in their dreams. Lullaby,therefore, is a fascinating listen not just for the effect it isintended to cause, but for the mystery of the story behind itscreation. Chiefly, it is drone music with a purpose, one that I canattest it serves very well.
Matador / Mint Pornography's aim is to please, regardless of context or meaning, thesimple aesthetic end is pleasure for pleasure's sake. Thus, it seemsapt that the New Pornographers have chosen such a name for themselves.Their first release, 2000's Mass Romanticwas a furiously bright amalgam of its talented principal members, whichinclude Carl Newman of Zumpano, and Destroyer's Dan Bejar, as well asthe sultry, soulful (and this writer's #1 musical crush) Neko Case. Mass Romanticbuzzed with the input of all of the members, their identities lending adiverse, off-kilter tone to the impeccably crafted pop songs thatpermeated the album. It was a meeting of the minds, collaboration inthe truest sense of the word, which recognized the individual buttriumphed the whole with impressive results. Three years later, thegroup has come together again to give us Electric Version, aformidable follow up that finds the group in a more comfortable nook,and honing their skills into a tightly focused point. The familiarharmonious chorale of the New Pornographer's is never far away, but'Electric Version' shows signs of growth from, or perhaps just theenhancement of the original blueprint. "The End of Medicine" hitsperfectly, with Newman's unique lyrical phrasing backed up by Case'spowerful voice amidst the densely packed, chugging music, replete withfluttering keyboard and jangling electric guitar. The lead andbackground roles established here are found throughout the album, withCarl Newman taking much more of a leadership role in the group thanbefore. His voice emerges in the foreground far more than either Caseor Bejar (who has relegated himself to 'secret member' status, unableto devote a large amount of time to the project recently). Newman'scontributions are wonderful, from the mid-tempo jangle of "July Jones"to the rollicking "It's Only Divine Right." Still, Bejar takes the helmfor three of the album's songs, most notably the anthemic "Testament toYouth in Verse," which rises from a modest beginning to explode with achanting sing a long finale that features the New Pornographer'simpeccable harmonies. Neko finally finds herself taking command on "AllFor Swinging You Around," which beautifully showcases the versatilityof her voice, capable of a fun jaunt as well as her trademarkintensity. Both "The Laws Have Changed" and "The New Face of Zero andOne" see Newman and Case together, with fantastic results. Neko was allover Mass Romantic, and though her mark is both seen and heard throughout the album, the rationing of her lead vocals on Electric Version make the appearances even more satisfying. If anything, Electric Versionshows that The New Pornographers are developing from a pastiche ofsources into a slick, smooth unit with a sound instantly identifiableas their own. Most importantly, they're out to make fun, exciting, andenjoyable music without an ounce of pretense or thought ofself-importance. It's great music for it's own sake, and that's enough.
Alga Marghen Live electronic music performance was a novelty in 1964 as was the useof electronic percussion instruments. Perhaps even more progressive wasthat Max Neuhaus' version of Cage's Fontana Mixis used nothing but feedback. Neuhaus placed contact microphones on topof kettle drums and put the drums in front of loud speakers. Themicrophones were free to move around on the drums. The performercontrolled the intensity of each microphone with a mixer and Neuhausdid this following a performance score that he prepared from JohnCage's Fontana Mix. This indeterminate composition from 1958comprises a grid and a set of curved lines, some with dots, ontransparencies. The interpreter arranges these in superposition tocreate a unique new graphic image from which, following theinstructions, a performance score from is derived. Using this procedureNeuhaus created the set of curves that he used to control the intensityof each microphone in the mix and used this score in each performance.However, the feedback system itself is a very sensitive andunpredictable instrument, so much so that even following the same scorethe resulting music is essentially indeterminate. Hence the sixdifferent versions on this CD, four live and two studio recordings,spanning 1965-68 are very different from each other. Neuhaus, abrilliant and highly respected percussionist, would put Feed onthe program of high-brow contemporary percussion concerts in placeslike the Carnegie Recital Hall and he would play it very loud. It'samusing to imagine the responses in the highly cultivated audiences.The remarkable thing is that even in today's context with decades ofnoise art behind us, Neuhaus' trail-blazing performances from the mid60s are brilliant. The music is relentless feedback noise but has astructural complexity that, if you can tolerate its basic assault, isfascinating and hypnotic. It is piercing and very abrasive but onceimmersed in it, and if you are willing to play it loud enough, itsvitality and detail are consuming. Neuhaus' musical genius blazesthrough this brutal material in manner that puts many a modern noiseartist in their place.