Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Metric


"Hardwire"
from the album Grow Up and Blow Away
2007 (2001)
iTunes

MP3 - "Hardwire" [right-click/save-as]



This album seemed lost in that endless cycle of large music labels buying small labels, with bands, musicians, and entire albums forgotten during that turnover. Here is happy news for music fans as one of these casualties is finally seeing the light of day. After a six year delay, Metric's first full-length album Grow Up and Blow Away is finally being released by its current label, Last Gang Records.

Metric was originally a two person band (Emily Haines on synthesizer and vocals, Jimmy Shaw on guitar) during the recording of Grow Up before adding two more members (Josh Winstead on bass, Joules Scott-Key on drums) for subsequent albums Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? and Live It Out. Having listened to the band's later albums before listening to Grow Up, I can say that there is a difference between the latter quintet and the former duo. But oddly, the duo's efforts in establishing a Metric sound are clear.

The Metric sound is very present in the title track "Grow Up and Blow Away" with its laid-back synth sound. The song is very consistent in its rhythm and beat, but there is an underlying feeling that it seems to be building up into something huge. It doesn't, which is ironic given that two of the title words are "blow away."

This laid-back sound continues in the smooth electronic-like pop of "Hardwire." The band goes in a different direction with its casual urban sounding "The Twist" that can best be described as a very slow Lily Allen. There's attitude in this song that goes well with its eerie droplets of doom and loneliness. Grow Up has many more down tempo tracks than the common upbeat fare found on Metric's later works. With the angelic "Soft Rock Star" and the somewhat depressing "White Gold" you'd swear this wasn't a band destined for electronic dance pop.

It doesn't get better in "London Halflife" with lyrics like "Oh watch out, you're better off with half your life, otherwise wasted." Don't lyrics like that just wanna make you party and drink to your heart's content? But the band does leave on a high note with its Jimmy vs. Joe Milk mix of "Soft Rock Star." I earlier described it as angelic, and that's mainly because of Emily's voice. In the remix, she still sounds angelic, but there is a faster tempo and there are more of the beats that Metric is known for.
~ blogcritics.org

Monday, June 25, 2007

Pink Martini


"Hey Eugene"
from the album Hey Eugene!
2007
iTunes

MP3 - "Hey Eugene" [right-click/save-as]



"When the band first started I was wearing cocktail dresses and we were playing ‘I Dream of Jeannie.' " Thomas M. Lauderdale, the founder of Pink Martini, offered that reminiscence on Wednesday night while surveying a full house at Carnegie Hall. As he must have expected, the line got a knowing laugh, followed by a round of applause.

Pink Martini, a canny pop orchestra based in Portland, Ore., has grown in size and stature since the mid-1990s, when its core consisted of four musicians instead of the current 12. The group's first two albums, released on its own Heinz label, have together sold more than a million copies worldwide. Its third -- another self-release, Hey Eugene! -- enjoyed a triumphant debut last month, entering Amazon's bestseller list at No. 1. (Last week it was still in the Top 30.)

But Mr. Lauderdale wasn't merely riffing on his band's skyrocketing success. He was also describing an aesthetic -- jet set, vintage-chic, more than a little campy -- that lives on in the Pink Martini of today. While the "I Dream of Jeannie" theme was thankfully absent from the concert, there were songs that struck a similar nerve, like "Brazil." (Customers who bought that item also bought "Que Sera Sera" and a new original called "Everywhere.")

China Forbes, Pink Martini's lead singer and chief songwriter, has a clear and precise instrument, the perfect voice to convey a cosmopolitan air. Her great asset is versatility, which she expresses in much the same manner as a United Nations emissary. When she sang in French, she put a shudder in her vibrato, channeling Edith Piaf; when she sang in Japanese, she adopted a coquettish and whispery tone. Tackling Arabic on one song, she managed a series of quavering microtones without sounding like a parodist.

Noirlike melodrama flatters Ms. Forbes, too: on "City of Night," one of many songs she has written with Mr. Lauderdale, she delivered the melody as a clarion call. Her most commanding performance was on "Amado Mio," a cha-cha with cinematic pedigree. (It appeared in the Rita Hayworth film "Gilda.") Still, she was no match for Jimmy Scott, the venerable master of the torch song: Their duet rendition of "Tea for Two" was a one-sided affair, even with Mr. Scott squinting to read his lyrics off the page.

Mr. Scott functioned not only as a special guest but also as a cultural allusion, alongside Maurice Ravel, whose music cropped up twice in the concert, and Gene Krupa, whose trademark tom-tom rumble undergirded an instrumental called "The Flying Squirrel." With meticulous arrangements for percussion, horns and strings -- and of course, Mr. Lauderdale, leading from the piano with Liberace-like flair -- Pink Martini generally suggested an alternate pop universe untouched by the influence of rock 'n' roll or R&B.

One prominent exception was the title track "Hey Eugene," a picaresque tale set in an East Village bar, it featured some superficially soulful horn parts and background vocals by Tracey Harris. The audience greeted this anomaly with the sort of wondrous glee that Ms. Forbes had proposed in an earlier song.

"Everywhere I go, I see/A world designed for you and me," she cooed in "Everywhere," surrounded by a gossamer cocoon of harp and strings. The sparkle of that fantasy, even more than musicianship or internationalism, just might be the secret to Pink Martini's success.
~ Nate Chinen, New York Times

Friday, June 22, 2007

Carina Round


"Come to You"
from the album Slow Motion Addict
2007
iTunes



Glen Ballard can be a godsend, expertly shaping and packaging an artist's songs for the masses (whether it be those of an unruly, garrulous composer like Alanis Morissette or an inexperienced girl group like Wilson Phillips), or a liability, a producer capable of spit-polishing to the point where identities are almost completely dulled (as he did on Dave Matthews Band's Everyday, among others). So it was with trepidation that I approached the follow-up to Carina Round's wonderfully raw major label debut The Disconnection after seeing Ballard's name printed in bold letters on the back of the CD case.

The key word for Slow Motion Addict is BIG: big reverb-y guitars, big bellowing vocals, big production values, big everything. The promising opening track, "Stolen Car," sports a smart new-new wave guitar riff that sounds like it could have been lifted from The Killers' Hot Fuss and prepared specifically for rock radio, but the remaining first third of the album is rather anonymous, Ballard's production slipping between savvy and overwrought with Round's distinctive voice buried beneath all the gloss on tracks like "Ready to Confess." For the record, she did a lot more confessing on -- her lyrics aren't exactly dumbed down, but she aims for a more vague user-friendliness on songs like "Confess" and "Gravity Lies" and, for better or worse (depending on how you look at it), she succeeds.

While Ballard struggles to maintain his grasp on Round, she manages to crawl out from under him pretty much unscathed -- and with her banshee shrieks in tact. Slow Motion Addict really begins with "Take the Money," which, though slickly produced, is a ferocious rumination on fame and, as the background chant goes, "suc-cess." "How long can I be hungry?" she squeals. Her voice is allowed even freer reign on "Come to You," an all-out arena-rock ballad that's simultaneously big and intimate and could easily become this year's "Maps" (radio programmers with balls take note). The album gradually builds to an exhilarating finale that includes the title track, the looming, concrete façade of "The City," and the chilling, string-laden massive attack of "The Disconnection," which, for whatever reason, didn't make it onto the final tracklisting of the 2004 album it was named after.

Big isn't always better, but, in the end, it works for Round. Slow Motion Addict is to The Disconnection as label-mates the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' Show Your Bones is to the bloody-rare Fever to Tell, but Round's album satisfies in a way the temperate, reigned-in Bones doesn't. She achieves a kernel of accessibility that's necessary to survive on a label like Interscope without surrendering the tics that make her tick. It's unclear whether or not Slow Motion Addict succeeds in spite of Glen Ballard's presence, but it's unlikely that even the late Arif Mardin could have dulled Round's edges.
~ Sal Cinquemani, Slant Magazine

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Yeasayer


"2080"
from the single 2080
2007

MP3 - "2080" [right-click/save-as]



"We live in Brooklyn, NYC. We do harmonies. Dancing. Rituals. Baltimore. Philly. We will be putting out our debut with Monitor records in the early fall. It will be very exciting for everyone involved."

If "2080" is any indication of what's to come for Yeasayer's forthcoming debut full-length, then it will very exciting for more than just everyone involved (actually three other tracks are on their MySpace page, and you better believe they live up to this). Sprinkles of aural fairy dust smother the psych and folk leanings to ensure that this foursome's harmonious vocal love-in don't fall victim to, well, being pigeonholed as something as narrow and ridiculous as freak folk. Multifarious but ridiculously catchy, in a nutshell they're as simple or as complex as Animal Collective going a full year on a strict diet of Fleetwood Mac and Genesis while holing themselves up in a Sunday School (yep, kids come join in towards the end to add some icing to the cake). "2080" casts a spell and I am completely under it. If and when they start a cult, I'll be there at the front of the line to drink the damn Kool Aid.
~ Exclaim! Canada

Monday, June 18, 2007

The Comas


"Red Microphones"
from the album Spells
2007
iTunes

MP3 - "Red Microphones" [right-click/save-as]

Four years ago, on a weekend afternoon sometime near dusk, Andy Herod was standing in his friend's driveway between Chapel Hill and Pittsboro, lighting a giant plastic dollhouse on fire. He'd found the combustible at a thrift store in town and picked it up for a few bucks. He lugged it into the country, stuffed it with pine mulch, soaked it in gasoline, set up a video camera, hit record and lit a match. Four years ago, it'd be pretty safe to say Andy Herod wasn't in a good spot.

"It got out of control. I finally got it out, but it took all night. I bailed, but when my friend got home and saw the wreckage, he came to town looking for me. He was going to kick my ass," says Herod, laughing about it now. "I thought it was the greatest thing I'd ever seen, though. They were all like, 'I can't believe you did that.' I thought everybody else was crazy."

Months before, Herod had broken up with his girlfriend, Dawson's Creek starlet Michelle Williams. He lived the romance out with his songwriting, holing up in their shared cabin on Wrightsville Beach with a four-track recorder and a guitar and writing a few dozen songs about what had happened while she was out of the state. When the relationship finally came to a close, things didn't get any better: Herod and his band the Comas recorded their third album three times amid busted talks with several different record labels. They spent $30,000 in one New York studio before realizing simple and slow was best. They returned South, recording with longtime friend Alan Weatherhead in Richmond. They decided to go with Yep Roc. Riding big, arching production and Herod's busted hearts story (he says he used interviews with journalists as cheap therapy), it was their biggest record yet.

Herod was still working through his issues, though.

"I was not thinking clearly," he says, talking about the night he finally put the burning dollhouse video to use at Kings in downtown Raleigh. The Comas were opening for the Kingsbury Manx, and Herod covered the venue's floor in rolls and rolls of bubble wrap. He projected the film behind the stage and encouraged the crowd to dance to his moaning heartstrings as the band played. "It was so loud. I couldn't even hear the band, I don't think. The band had no idea what was happening."

Today, Herod sounds a little more lucid. Actually, he sounds like a different person. He's walking down the street in Manhattan, sirens and engines screaming into his earpiece every few minutes. He lives in Brooklyn now, where the Comas, now a five-piece signed to indie powerhouse Vagrant Records, have finally coalesced. He's leaving a private acoustic set at America Online's studios, joking about the skit the producers had the band act in after they performed a handful of songs.

Things are going well. The Comas are in the midst of a month-long tour, visiting mid-sized rock clubs from Philadelphia to Carrboro to Los Angeles. It comes on the heels of a big three-day run: First there was AOL, then a two-day stint opening the sold-out Jesus & Mary Chain sets at New York's Webster Hall. Nicole Gehweiler, the only Coma who remains with Herod from Conductor, sang "Just Like Honey" with Herod's icons both nights.

"That is a perfect example of why being here is good. There are reasons not to be here, but that was a payoff, definitely," says Herod, mentioning that the bands share publicists and a former road manager. "A lot of things have happened with us that would not have happened if we hadn't been here. Some of the things we've gotten to -- making this record how we made it, being on this label -- wouldn't have happened."

This record is Spells, the fourth and best Comas record yet. It's punchy and full, built on some of Herod's most agile and convincing melodies ever. Best of all, Spells sounds like a turning point, or the album where Herod stops worrying about dating a starlet and starts having a little fun writing songs about fleeting romances or arching fantasies. He sounds like he's enjoying making music again.

That's due in no small part to two things he's done since he's been in Brooklyn. First, he says he has a bona fide band now, and there's more collaboration than there's ever been. "Red Microphones," one of the bright lights in the Comas discography, was written by Herod but arranged and largely perfomed by Coma Jason Caperton. Mercury has always been a part of Herod's creativity: Over four albums, he's involved at least 13 band members, and the unit that recorded Spells is completely different from the one that first put the Comas under the national spotlight with Conductor. But he says he wants to stick with this band.

"I get tired of myself after a while. A lot of it has been me getting sick of myself and having just an ugly ego about most things," Herod says. "But, after a while, I just realized we should be having fun with this thing no matter the expense."

That new ease with making music is due to another Brooklyn relationship that, coincidentally, started the night Herod covered Kings in plastic. Brooklyn band Bishop Allen was also on the bill, and they bonded with Herod. When he moved to New York months later, they got even closer, and when Bishop Allen needed a touring bass player, Herod was eager to jump on board. Hanging out in the back, playing bass, Herod was just having fun. It shows off in his attitude walking down a sunny street in Manhattan.

But, true to form, any success the Comas have with Spells isn't going to be a facsimile template the next time around. Already, Herod swears it's going to be sonically different, and he doesn't think the production style used by Bill Racine (Mercury Rev, Rogue Wave, Mates of State) for Spells can hold for the next Comas record. Herod says Racine had the band put down as many parts for every song as they could think of, even if they knew it wasn't going to work. Then, in the mixing process, they would peal back the layers until just enough were left to carry the song. Herod remembers playing the mellotron -- a post-war keyboard that triggers a series of internal tape loops -- or adding unintelligible shouts and whispers to songs. It was fun, he says, but the difficulty came in deciding how much should be taken back off the record when it was being mixed.

"You're burning yourself out in the mixing. You run out of money and time, and, next thing you know, your ears are just burnt out. You stop caring about it," says Herod, who says mixing Spells was a series of compromises. "That process was difficult, and I think we finally ended up somewhere in between. This record took a lot of me and us."

Part of that fatigue is where Herod lives. As he puts it, he's over living in Brooklyn and ready to return South. His bandmates have lived in New York longer than he has, and they seem largely adjusted in a way that he still hasn't managed.

He's not sure where he'll end up: He knows rejoining Chapel Hill wouldn't make a lot of sense ("That would be a total feeling of..."), but he's seen a brochure of Echo Mountain, a small little studio in Asheville that looks nice. It's also about an hour from his sister, who lives just across the Tennessee border in Johnson City. When she had a baby earlier this year, Herod headed down and fell in love with the South again.

"Here, no one hangs out at home. When I was down there, I wrote 30 songs in two weeks. I need the pleasant boredom of the South to let my head digest things, I think," he says. "I mean, maybe I'll eventually get tired of it and leave, but that's OK."
~ Grayson Currin, Independent Weekly

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Justice


"D.A.N.C.E."
from the album
2007
iTunes

MP3 - "D.A.N.C.E." [right-click/save-as]



Qu'est-ce que-c'est? The electronic music section at San Francisco's Amoeba Records has a hastily written sign proclaiming "We now have Ed Banger 12-inches!" with a big arrow pointing towards a shiny row of wax by SebastiAn, Uffie, DJ Mehdi, and Justice. Ed Banger Records' curious collection of leather-clad Parisian hipsters has ascended to the top of what has become a second French Touch revolution. They've clambered through European and U.S. club circuits by seizing the house filters and funky samples out of Daft Punk's robotic grasp and pairing them with noisy, electro-infused synths and beats. 2007 has seen the label and their abrasive sound enjoy some of its biggest successes, including a massive DJ tour, whispers of "nu-rave" sibling status, and handwritten Amoeba publicity. French duo Justice (consisting of twenty-somethings Gaspard Auge and Xavier de Rosnay) is one of the label's most recognized acts, and has finally released their debut LP after four years of DP-inspired club bangers.

At any rate: . Yep, it's named , the typographical dagger-cross. Ed Banger head Pedro Winter, who just happens to manage a certain fake robot house duo on the side, told the Guardian of the name (pronounced "cross"): "We don't give a fuck. There's no name on the cover, no band logo, the album is just ." This is the sort of shameless promotion Winter (aka Busy P) is known for, breathlessly talking up his acts to crowds before shows and tossing memorabilia into the audience during sets. His pusher style and his label's ADD electro-fuzz have given rise to the use of the identifier "blog house," a reference to the initial online groundswell enjoyed by Banger and fellow French label Kitsune. But it's rather sloppy musicology to categorize them by the media by which they've been exposed. In what is sure to be their one brief moment of young cultural relevance, these guys at least deserve a genre name composed of some arbitrary permutation of the genres they rip off… say, Electro touch. Catchy, no?

The weird thing about Justice is that they're rarely the same frenetic Electro touch group when playing a set or, say, making an LP as they are on their singles or remixes or Busy P-chaperoned DJ sets. is a big party record with a few exciting beats, as well as one of the few examples of desirable audio clipping. Older cuts "Waters of Nazareth," "Let There Be Light" and "Phantom" appear, but these established hits are spread out, with ephemeral new material providing overly long buffers. "D.A.N.C.E.," the spectacular first single off , plays off a school-children sample and has more in common with the Go! Team than Blog house.

Auge and de Rosnay sometimes stray surprisingly far from their core competency -- earsplitting levels -- to mixed results. Provocative MC Uffie, obviously hoping to grab market share from the Peaches/Fannypack/Avenue D sector, guests here for a singsongy clubbing ode, "The Party," dripping with half-ironies about getting drunk and making out. When "The Party" gets played at hip dance meccas like San Francisco's Rickshaw Stop, which it almost assuredly will, it'll undoubtedly be tough to parse whether Uffie's getting a laugh at those fashionable, druggy party girls, or if she endorses the lifestyle herself.

Ed Banger has been riding a wave of cred with these sorts of nocturnal partygoers for a while, continuously avoiding major media coverage. This could be partially due to the expectation of the scene to collapse under its own weight before proving its importance. A lot of people were predicting to signal the beginning of the end: the sonic boom of the hype machine finally overtaking the scene's jams. But instead of a rock-and-roll style burnout, is, if anything, going to cause the old notions of Ed Banger to fade away. Breaking from the party-all-night aesthetic, fuzzes up more calculatingly and less abrasively on tracks like "The Party," "One Minute to Midnight," and "D.A.N.C.E." Sure, there are a couple of pain points and the sequencing is a bit limp, but if you consider that Justice really just want to be Daft Punk Jr., and that fully half of Human After All sucked, then Justice have achieved an astounding success. Oui oui!
~ Mike Orme, Stylus

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

The Lodger


"Let Her Go"
from the album Grown-Ups
2007
iTunes

MP3 - "Let Her Go" [right-click/save-as]



Melodic indie-pop minstrels the Lodger have avoided rushing into recording their debut album, the band instead deciding to rouse interest through several single releases on a variety of independent labels. First long-player Grown-Ups is however well worth the wait, the trio continuing their well-honed knack of writing short yet sharp pop songs that take their lead from mid-nineties Britpop.

Comprising a mixture of re-recorded versions of their older songs and new material, Grown-Ups is enthused with a bouncy, invigorated spirit throughout. Don't be fooled into thinking this is a group intent on writing perfect blissed-out pop songs though; "Many Thanks for Your Honest Opinion" and "You Got Me Wrong" may be awash with bittersweet harmonies but there is a caustic lyrical undercurrent throughout that belies the initial feel good factor of the songs.

Recent gigs have seen the Lodger take to the stage against a large screen projection of '80s cult-classic Gregory's Girl, a tale concerning Scottish youngsters experiencing adolescence and getting into all sorts of wayward mischief along the way. Although the title Grown-Ups is a kind of give away, the theme of the album seems to be one of making the transition from youth into adulthood, and the experiences of friendships, burgeoning romances and late-night escapades that come with it.

Many of the songs on Grown-Ups showcase the Lodger's trademark of jangly, rambunctious indie-pop; recent single "Kicking Sand" flies by at just under three minutes, the refrain of "we're not superstars" underpinned by a catchy stop-start tempo. "The Story's Over" has a similar jaunty rhythm and is one of the highlights on the album. At over six minutes long, "Bye Bye" is a bit of a departure from the rest of the short and fast songs on the album, and demonstrates a slightly different song-writing approach. The drumming is consistently of a high quality throughout, and all the songs are executed very tightly and precisely.

Grown-Ups is an album full of classy indie-pop numbers set against wistful and occasionally biting lyrical content. With this release The Lodger certainly aren't going to be moving out anytime soon.
~ Nick Kearns, leedsmusicscene.net

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Bon Iver


"Blindsided"
from the album For Emma, Forever Ago
2007

MP3 - "Blindsided" [right-click/save-as]



Justin Vernon was the front man for a couple bands (Mount Vernon and DeYarmond Edison) in the Eau Claire, Wisconsin area -- my hometown -- but he has struck out on his own with a new project he's calling Bon Iver.

It's French, and spelled wrong on purpose. According to Vernon, no one really needs silent h's. So you say it: Bon (as in 'bon' voyage) Iver (e-ver). His new album is called For Emma, Forever Ago and it "was made on a pilgrimage to the woods of northwestern Wisconsin, with only guns, venison, firewood, a sears typewriter, and ancient musical equiptment."

Justin spent much of the this year touring with two of this blog's favorite bands, the Rosebuds and Land of Talk, including a stop in Eau Claire last week. He is releasing For Emma, Forever Ago on July 8 at the House of Rock in Eau Claire.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Klaxons


"It's Not Over Yet"
from the album Myths of the Near Future
2007
iTunes

For one minute, let's have some perspective. Let us all take a step back from the hyperbole, the "hype" and the coining of new genres. Genres invented with the sole purpose of allowing lazy journalists, chattering around tables in JD Wetherspoon public houses, to appear more 'on it' than their contemporaries.


We're now on neutral ground: this is Villa Park during a League Cup semi-final, or the venue where you dump your long-term partner, somewhere away from your respective houses. In front of us sits Myths of the Near Future; it's the debut album by New Cross three-piece Klaxons. You've not heard of them before, and they've certainly not yet been lucky enough to secure coverage in every music publication going.

Opener "Two Receivers" is dark and brooding; its production is wide, far-reaching and produces a track that, despite being overtly simple in structure and composition, engulfs the listener and everything around them. Where the magic of Klaxons appears to lie thus far, then, is in their Lego-like building of simple ideas into atmospheric pop songs. An album along these lines sounds fantastic, thankyouverymuch.

Of course, as soon as "Atlantis to Interzone" starts screaming "DJ!" at me, the comfort zone they've ushered in is cast aside like an axe through the skull of a small child. In the best way possible.

As each track plays out more and more sides to this musical beast are revealed: the effortless radio-friendly pop of current single "Golden Skans" gives way to the relentless electro-punk of "Totem on the Timeline." At every corner, the band seem to be able to surprise -- be it with their oblique literary references, melodic prowess or just how massive they, alongside producer James Ford, have managed to make this album sound.

A few tracks down the line and "Magick" reopens Klaxons' can of darkness, but penetrates every line with floor-quaking energy and rhythmic intensity. This is leftfield pop at its most daring and is all the more listenable for its risk-taking.

Let's now return to Earth. You know, where Klaxons actually are on the cover of every other newspaper and magazine, and have been for a few months. Having made the effort and cast aside the media's conceptions, I'm happy to report that their position is justified: Myths of the Near Future is a brick through the window of your next door neighbour’s and the starting gun in a race to your nearest club. It's a really, really fucking good and danceable pop album that avoids changing lives, but happily enhances them.

And that cover version? Klaxons have catapulted "It's Not Over Yet" from slightly embarrassing dance "classic" into one of the most uplifting, epic pop songs of the year.

This isn't a rave record. It was never supposed to be. It's a wildly varying catalogue of melody and energy that eschews genre and scene in favour of songwriting and awe-inspiringly beefy production. Don't let anything get in the way of you picking up this record: it's expansive, free from pretension and easily one of the finest debuts of recent times.
~ Colin Roberts, Drowned in Sound

Friday, June 8, 2007

Handsome Furs


"What We Had"
from the album Plague Park
2007
iTunes

MP3 - "What We Had" [right-click/save-as]



That it will be at least three years between Wolf Parade albums is enough to make anyone cry. But by now, co-frontmen Spencer Krug and Dan Boeckner have had enough side projects -- Swan Lake, Sunset Rubdown, Frog Eyes -- to craft a Frankenstein-style WP album. Or have they?

Boeckner said of his solo side project, Handsome Furs, that it's "basically Wolf Parade without the guy that everybody likes and no real instruments." But Handsome Furs' debut, Plague Park, takes the man who's been called the Springsteen/Beck-sounding one of the group and pairs him with drum-machine pyrotechnics courtesy of his fiancée, Alexei Perry. Emotions are mixed, tempos largely steady; the two of them trudge along, crafting some sheepishly sad, mixed-tempo electronica.

The opening track, "What We Had," is an anthem to every relationship gone awry, with a hypnotic beat that almost manages to distract you from the fundamentally depressing lyrics. On the plodding-through-the-wilderness/synth-glitch number "Handsome Furs Hate This City," Boeckner sings of urban disaffection and isolation, and the musical drive evident in the beginning of songs like "Cannot Get, Started" and "Sing! Captain!" doesn't always hold through to the songs' end; they start brightly but end slowly, like a road trip ending in a nap, shades drawn.

Handsome Furs will no doubt be compared to the Postal Service -- a side project given a drum machine that (surprise!) isn't quite like the original. They're not here to comfort or rock, and dances will end midflight, but Plague Park's blissfully crackling compositions will find fans in anyone looking for a different brand of IDM: intelligent daydream music.
~ Karla Starr, Seattle Weekly

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

The Race


"Walls"
from the album Ice Station
2007
iTunes

MP3 - "Walls" [right-click/save-as]



Craig Klein of the Race doesn't mind being alone.

The band's latest album on the Flameshovel Records label, Ice Station, takes inspiration from the solitary lands of Siberia.

"Writing music is something I do in an isolated space where it's me by myself and I plug in instruments and record stuff," said Klein, 33. "A lot of times, when you're working with other people, you might be judging each other's ideas before they're even formed. I think there are a lot of positive things in working in that isolated way."

Although Klein writes music by himself, the Chicago resident plays with other musicians live and on his records.

"I think that anyone who writes songs really wants a group that they're always gonna be playing with, who are invested in it, but it doesn't always work out that way," he said. "People's desire to participate [in a band] kinda waxes and wanes and I don't really want to stop doing [music], whether it's writing or playing. I've been in Chicago for so long that I know of a lot of musicians who are willing to jump in."

Though his friends are willing to help out, Klein won't let go of his solitary ways: "Since the record was made, I've been working on new stuff, stripping down the ideas I have so that it takes less people to do it in a way."
~ Kristina Francisco, RedEye

Monday, June 4, 2007

Ra Ra Riot


"Each Year"
from the EP Ra Ra Riot
2007
iTunes

MP3 - "Each Year" [right-click/save-as]



R.I.P. John Pike, drummer of Ra Ra Riot, gone far too soon at just 23.

According to a SouthCoastToday.com report, John had gone missing early in the morning on June 2, after attending a house party. He had played Providence, Rhode Island's Living Room with Ra Ra Riot before the party on the night of June 1.

Police found his body in approximately seven feet of coastal water, in an area known as Wilbur's Point. Authorities believe the cause of death to be drowning, but will not confirm until an autopsy has been performed.

John was a 2006 magna cum laude graduate of Syracuse University.

Ra Ra Riot have been amassing an enthusiastic fan base on the strength of a high-energy live show. Its self-titled debut EP is available now and due for proper release via the Rebel Group on July 10. A series of tour dates are lined up with Tokyo Police Club in July, although it is unknown at this time whether those shows will go on as planned.