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Pick Your Poison: Wednesday 1-19-11

Alright: brass tax – let’s get straight to it. Today’s Pick Your Poison “choice cuts” come from A Classic Education, Fergus and Geronimo, Little Scream, One Hundred Flowers and Chicago’s own Tiger Bones. For those interested, Tim Heidecker (of “Tim & Eric Awesome Show, Great Job!” fame) has an album coming out with the show’s music composer Davin Wood. Together they are Heidecker and Wood, and you can download a new song from that upcoming album below. Also, there’s a new Best Coast song in the Soundcloud section as part of a split 7″ single with Jeff the Brotherhood.

A Classic Education – I Lost Time

The Booze – Kick Me Where It Hurts

The Caulfield Sisters – Caterwauling

Chromeo – Needy Girl (El Chico Chico Remix)

Fergus and Geronimo – Baby Don’t You Cry

Heidecker and Wood – Wedding Song

High Highs – Flowers Bloom

Little Scream – The Heron and the Fox

One Hundred Flowers – Middle of the Road

Tiger Bones – Kill Them

Wild Vibes – Oedipal Love

SOUNDCLOUD

Best Coast – Sunny Adventure

Pick Your Poison: Tuesday 1-18-11

Alright friends, time for the Tuesday edition of Pick Your Poison. Highlights today include tracks from All Tiny Creatures (ft. Justin Vernon of Bon Iver), …And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead, Balkans, Creeping Weeds and Modern Skirts.

The Albertans – The Wake

All Tiny Creatures – An Iris (ft. Justin Vernon)

…And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead – Weight of the Sun

Balkans – Edita V

Bodi Bill – Hotel

Creeping Weeds – Outsiders

Cruel Cassette – Lion

Jerry Leger – The Truth Is All Around You

Modern Skirts – Happy 81

Phineas and the Lonely Leaves – The Kids We Used to Be

Thank You – 1-2-3 Bad

Trophy Wife – The Quiet Earth (James Yuill Remix)

SOUNDCLOUD

Harrys Gym – Old Man (Chad Valley Remix)

Album Review: Tennis – Cape Dory [Fat Possum]


Every band or artist has a story about how things came together and began to make music in earnest. Oftentimes those stories are boring, or at the very least have a lot of the same elements to them. The group of guys that met in high school or college. The band whose members all live in the same neighborhood and it’s a proximity thing. There’s also the couples, two people dating or married that decide to make beautiful music together. Mates of State, Handsome Furs and Beach House are all fair examples of pretty good “relationship duos”. The White Stripes are really interesting because while they’re a duo, they’re also divorced. Sometimes the bond of music really can be stronger than love. The one pairing you’ll want to be paying close attention to in 2011 is that of Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore. They call themselves Tennis, and have a surprisingly interesting formation story. Both had spent time making music with various bands, none of which attracted much of any attention. Despite their backgrounds, music was the last thing on their minds when Riley and Moore met in college, began dating and eventually married. She didn’t realize that he played the guitar and he didn’t realize she could sing. All they really wanted to do was take an adventure. After severely sacrificing and saving as much money as they could over the course of a few years, the couple had enough to buy a boat. With said boat they made the decision to take a two-year journey down the Atlantic coastline. They joked around for a bit during their voyage about starting a band, but didn’t begin to take it seriously until one night at a bar in Florida. They heard the Shirelles song “Baby It’s You”, and Riley said that if he was ever in a band again, he’d want it to sound exactly like that. From that point forward, they worked out all the details, including the exact instruments and recording equipment they wanted to use. The two-year trip was cut short at eight months, taken off course so they could focus their time and efforts on Tennis. Their original idea was to write songs about the trip as a way to remember those fun times, but it was also therapeutic after they left said trip unfinished. After a couple songs made their way online, the hype for the duo accelerated very quickly. Two seven-inch singles released on Firetalk and Underwater Peoples Records last summer only built up the band’s reuptation further, and they played their first-ever live shows around that time as well. This past fall they signed with Fat Possum for their debut full-length “Cape Dory”, which is out now.

What’s attracted so many people to Tennis, and why even more will come on board once they hear “Cape Dory”, are the sunny pop melodies and winning hooks that emerge at every turn. They’re constantly compared to Best Coast and Surfer Blood for that exact reason, and apt though it may be, they’re a bit more than that. Given that a Shirelles song was the inspiration for them to start the band in the first place, Tennis’ sound has a very 1950s-60s girl group vibe to it, but with a small modern twist. Pay close attention to Patrick Riley’s guitar work and you may catch some chord progression similar to artists like The Everly Brothers, Buddy Holly or Chuck Berry. At times there are also very obvious surf rock vibes being thrown around, all part of holding down a very relaxed, summery vibe. Bits of organ have their place in a majority of the songs as well, and with that added shimmer you might be reminded of a sped up, catchier version of Beach House. What really helps sink that in are Alaina Moore’s vocals, which come across as both classic and overtly dramatic. Thanks to overdubs and harmonies, there are many points where Moore sounds like her own girl group and it’s all very lush and lovely. If there’s a complaint to be had regarding her vocals, it’s that the emotion doesn’t always project through her voice. Too often she sounds like a friend telling you an amazing story that happened to her instead of placing you inside the experience herself. In other words, she’s telling of all these places and adventures she’s been on while sailing, when the best and most satisfying way of hearing about them is to simply go see for yourself. Some singers have the emotional resonance to put you there, and others do not. With Moore at the vocal helm, she comes very close but doesn’t quite reach that sweet spot. You’re not taken to the beach, but are instead shown a photo of a beach and wish you could go. Perhaps what’s coming through then in Moore’s singing is that longing for the sea once again. Their two-year trip was cut dramatically short, and she’s stuck at a crossroads between the adventure that was and the adventure that could have been.

Should you have collected all the Tennis tracks from their two 7″ singles last year, you’ve already heard five of “Cape Dory”‘s ten songs. The great news is that those five songs are all great and very addictive and re-recorded with much higher fidelity than before. The initial plan was to record the songs on some beat-up tape to both dirty the songs up a bit and give them that much more of a vintage feel. Whether it was being given an actual recording budget or at the request of the label or some other reason altogether, everything on the album is crisper and clearer with just a tiny touch of fuzz – and is much better for it. You can now understand all the lyrics, the harmonies are just a little more prominent, the guitars ripple just a little bit more, and the hooks are just a little bit sharper. That said, those five previously released songs (“South Carolina”, “Marathon”, “Cape Dory”, “Bimini Bay” and “Baltimore”) remain the five best songs in Tennis’ catalogue so far. They don’t do any better with the five new cuts, but also don’t do any worse. “Take Me Somewhere” is a delightful way to start the record, all fun, excitement and anticipation for what’s looking to be a grand trip on a sailboat. The jangly guitar, surf rock drums and lightly shimmering 60s organ pick up the pace after the first verse, just after Moore sings, “make fast the lines, please don’t waste any time/oh i feel the wind blowing”. It’s almost as if that first 1:15 is a sailboat picking up anchor from the dock and creeping towards open sea when a huge gust of wind hits at just the right moment to let you know the trip has officially begun. Things hit a small standstill when “Long Boat Pass” shows up next, but it’s a storyline thing and not a pace thing. Our couple on this trip have spent some time at Longboat Pass in Florida, and as much fun as they’ve had there, she wants to keep going while he wants to stay longer. “Please let me through, we must return to sea”, she pleads near the very end of the song. Along the way there’s a toe-tapping melody that begins with some arpeggio guitar that eventually develops out into chords of the same thing, much like waves slowly getting bigger and bigger on the beach as the tide rolls in. So despite the not-exactly-cheery lyrics, the song itself is a delight, settling into such a groove that a legitimate chorus and hook aren’t even necessary to keep us interested in what’s going on. Moore’s vocals sound absolutely classic on the track too, more 1950s sugary sweet than most anything else on the album. Similar things could be said about how she handles “Pigeon”, a swaying ballad about devotion to your partner. “I Will be there, I promise to take good care of you”, Moore sings over a pulsating organ and sparsely plucked guitar. The urgency with whic she sings it and keeps repeating it, you can’t help but believe her. “Seafarer” is the first single from “Cape Dory”, and it’s an upbeat pop song with some seriously old school guitar chords and drum fills that only make it more compelling. The hook is what sells it though, along with those “oh ohs”. And as an album closer, “Waterbirds” serves its purpose perfectly, maintaining a relatively slow and quiet pace for the first minute and a half before surging to a loud and thrilling finish unlike anything else on the album. Moore spends the entire time reminiscing about all the wonderful little things she misses about their boat trip, including “sleeping deep in the brush” and “the insects chirping underneath the leaves”. She still dreams about it today, soaring in the chorus with, “Did we ever really leave?/This is all that we need”. Clearly the band has learned two things from their eight-month trek down the Atlantic coastline: 1) Home is where the heart is and 2) Memories last a lifetime.

Plenty of people will find “Cape Dory” to be a very “cutesy” and overly sweet record. That’s one way of looking at it, though it may be a bit superficial. The way these songs are constructed, built largely on classic-style melodies and vocals with just a hint of modern influence, says a lot more about the band than their back story does. Yes, how the album came into existence and what the lyrics are based on is important, but style holds court over substance in this case because Tennis might not have gotten our attention otherwise. FOr the most part, 2010 brought forth a whole lot of buzz bands that worked on the same sort of summer fun/beach, surf and sand-type levels, but in slightly different ways. We’re talking Best Coast, Magic Kids, Surfer Blood, Wavves and The Morning Benders all reaping the benefit of such a trend. Now Tennis are taking those same elements and making them over with a 50s girl group twist that satisfies as well if not better than the aforementioned artists. Every song on “Cape Dory” is nothing short of wonderful, and at only 30 minutes long the album is really easy to play over and over and over again. Spending eight months cruising around on a boat and visiting random places sounds like a lot of fun (unless you’re the seasick type), and in turn the record they made to help remember it brings to us a lot of those good times. I wonder if they have enough material for a follow-up.

Tennis – Seafarer
Tennis – Baltimore (7″ version)

Buy “Cape Dory” from Amazon

Pick Your Poison: Monday 1-17-11

Blah, I hate winter. The cold, the snow, the ice, the general inability to spend too much time outdoors. I should probably move someplace warmer, but Chicago is such a wonderful city outside of the weather. Hope things aren’t too crazy where you live. Let’s talk the week-starting Pick Your Poison. There’s always some good to come out of that, and today I can recommend tracks from The Builders and The Butchers, Junk Culture, Obits, Parts & Labor, and Solvents. Also be sure to listen to the Water Borders remix of the Weekend track in the Soundcloud section. It’s remarkably great.

Annabel – The Forgetting of Names and Faces

Broadcaster – Passerby

The Builders and The Butchers – Lullaby

The Felts – The Connoisseur

Dustin Edge – Calm

Ghost Heart – No Canticle
Ghost Heart – Little Vampires

Hi Ho Silver Oh – Showers Without Warning

Jef Barbara – Sebastien

Junk Culture – Weird Teenage Vibes

Lockerbie – Sumarintro
Lockerbie – Laut

Obits – You Gotta Lose

Parts & Labor – Constant Future

Solvents – We Were Guests Here

Still Flyin’ – Victory Walker (2AM)
Still Flyin’ – Victory Walker (2AM) (Papercuts Remix)

Sum – Prayer for Glitch

Tigersapien – Touch. Move. Feel. (ft. Kolt13)

SOUNDCLOUD

Miles Kane – Come Closer (ft. Daisy Lowe)

Weekend – Monday Morning/Monongah, WV (Water Borders remix)

Show Review: Mister Heavenly + Screaming Females [Lincoln Hall; Chicago; 1/14/11]

It takes a lot of courage to buy a ticket to a show from a band that you haven’t heard one note from. Of course the comfort level is automatically increased if you know the band is comprised of members whose musical talents you trust. In the fall of 2009, I willingly purchased a ticket to see a little band now known as Them Crooked Vultures at their very first show ever. Nobody knew what kind of product the combination of Josh Homme, Dave Grohl and John Paul Jones would produce, but it turned out to be the start of something great. It was with that same shaky confidence that I made the decision to go see Mister Heavenly on Friday night. Unlike Them Crooked Vultures though, Mister Heavenly have already played a small handful of shows, all of which resulted in a whole lot of press coverage thanks to their very special guest on bass, the perennial awkward teen known as Michael Cera. But Cera had nothing to do with the formation of Mister Heavenly, nor is he an “official” member of the band. What makes this band attention worthy even without a celebrity presence is the collaboration between three great indie talents that are already well known in their own rights. Nick Diamonds is best known for his work as part of the band Islands and, formerly, The Unicorns. Honus Honus is better known as the frontman for the wild group Man Man. Modest Mouse drummer Joe Plummer helps to make this trio complete. The original intention was to just put together a one-off 7-inch instrumental single, but once the creative juices got flowing, an entire album poured out. As it was revealed at the show on Friday, that album will be released by Sub Pop this September (tentatively). Coincidentally though, Mister Heavenly chose to release their first two songs ever just hours before they were set to take the stage in Chicago. Outside of some rough YouTube videos filmed on some earlier tour dates, this was the first legitimate glimpse into the band’s material, which up until then bore only the description of a new genre called “doom-wop”. In a nutshell, it is intended to combine the classic doo-wop melodies with the tragic tales that are doomed love songs. More on that and the show in a minute, but first let’s talk opening bands.

The Mister Heavenly show was yet another part of the 5-night festival called Tomorrow Never Knows. Earlier in the week I saw a bill that included Lia Ices, Frankie Rose and the Outs, and The Besnard Lakes. The idea behind the shows, which take place at a couple different venues around Chicago, is to give exposure to a number of up-and-coming artists. Aside from Mister Heavenly headlining on Friday night, the bill was also shared by New York band The Dig, former Q and Not U/Georgie James member John Davis performing under the name Title Tracks, and New Jersey underground female-fronted punk band Screaming Females. As I was spending time with friends, I missed the first two sets of the night, though I have heard and can recommend both The Dig and Title Tracks as bands worth checking out if you haven’t yet. But speaking exclusively about Screaming Females, whose set I saw all of, if you’re not aware of this trio, you need to jump on them quick. Frontwoman Marissa Paternoster is a one person wrecking ball, and all of us are standing in her way. If she doesn’t take you down with her immensely skilled guitar playing, she’ll do so with a scream so intense that a microphone isn’t needed to hear it across a crowded room. Mike Abbate’s bass work is almost equally as good, strongly recalling the highly melodic work of Green Day’s Mike Dirnt. He might consider that comparison to be insulting, but personally I think that Dirnt is among the top 10 bass players active today. Then there’s drummer Jarrett Dougherty, who completely wails on his kit with little regard for common decency. Put these three powerhouses together and it makes sense as to why Screaming Females are a band very much on the rise. That they’ve done so almost entirely on their own terms without much support save from their tiny label Don Giovanni Records is even more impressive. They don’t need a marketing team – the music and the live shows speak for themselves. Sonically, the band holds strong ties to Sleater-Kinney, as Paternoster’s guitar and vocals are remarkably Carrie Brownstein-esque. The energy, the outrage and the pure, unadultrated guitar solos have the ability to send shivers down your spine. That was the case right from the beginning of their set at Lincoln Hall, as the large crowd went from a state of calm to a fever pitch in a matter of minutes. There may not have been any mosh pits, as with the punk rock there certainly could have been, but the reaction in pure applause and cheering was testimony enough as to how well they were doing. To put it another way, Mister Heavenly had their work cut out for them after such an inspired set by Screaming Females.

A high degree of “jockeying for position” happened once Screaming Females walked off the stage. People were looking for the best vantage points, most likely in which to see Michael Cera, so there was a bit of pushing and shoving and mean looks being thrown around at the sheer annoyance of it all. Looking around at the crowd demographics, it was close to a 50-50 male/female spread. Given that most indie bands draw a much higher percentage of men over women, you kind of knew what everyone had shown up for: the bass player in Mister Heavenly. The crowd cheered wildly as all four guys walked out on stage, though there was a rather funny moment right before they launched into their first song where a small group of people gave a shout-out to Honus Honus. Earlier show reviews seemed to emphasize the distracting nature of having Michael Cera on stage with the rest of the band, saying that the crowds kept yelling quotes from his movies before, during, and between songs. While that did happen once or twice, including a, “Let Michael tell us a story!”, for the most part people were respectful of the music and cheered appropriately for the songs themselves and not any one thing in particular (the cameras, however, were an entirely different matter). Speaking of the songs, the band opened with their self-titled track “Mister Heavenly”, which was one of the two songs they had released for free earlier in the day. I was unable to download and listen to them prior to going to the show, but apparently a lot of people were, to the point where they already had the lyrics memorized. There were at least three people I saw surrounding me that sang along for all of that and the other just-released song “Pineapple Girl” later in the set. Celebrity influence or not, hopefully this band is going to make an impact. Their “doom-wop” sound is interesting to say the least, largely coming off as what it’d sound like if one guy from Islands and one guy from Man Man got together and had a 1950’s-era musical baby. So there’s a hook-riddled pop edge to the songs courtesy of Nick Diamonds that’s balanced out by the experimental and odd quirks Honus Honus brings to the table. It’s all held together by Joe Plummer’s almost equally strong presence behind the drum kit. Cera is a capable bass player, but given he’s not an official member of the band and didn’t record the debut album with them, most anybody with strong knowledge of the instrument could have jumped in and done an equally excellent job. Of course not anybody can deliver an awkward punchline quite the way Cera can, which meant that some stage banter revealed some extra amusing moments. A sample:
Nick Diamonds: Hey Mike, what’s your favorite cheese?
Michael Cera: My favorite cheese? Oh, well I’d have to go with Havarti. Does anybody here love Havarti cheese?
(crowd cheers loudly)
The band then plays another song. After the song…
Nick Diamonds: Hey Mike, what’s your favorite cheese?
Michael Cera: I Havarti told you once.
(cue rimshot)
Jokes don’t get much cleaner than that. Nicely played. But beyond corny jokes like that one, Both Nick Diamonds and Honus Honus tried to give the crowd some insight as to how they came up with certain song titles and lyrics. For example, the song “Diddy Eyes” is apparently about the basketball player Rolando Blackman and how, in a photo they saw of him, his eyes looked just like Diddy’s (or P. Diddy or Puff Daddy or Sean Combs or whatever name he’s going by these days). That’s a weird and funny thing to write a song about, though it does leave me wondering if they were just kidding when telling that story. Another song was written in reaction to a series of sniper shootings that were happening around New York at the time they were writing the album. “The shootings happened on a night just like this. In a room just like this. From very high up, just like the balcony in here,” Diamonds said, messing with us. Outside of playing most (if not all) the songs slated to appear on the Mister Heavenly debut album, the band also brought out a cover or two. They did “Bad Man” by The Oblivions about halfway through the set, and for their encore totally rocked out to The Misfits’ “Hybrid Moments”. That legitimately started a mosh pit courtesy of about 5-6 people, leaving everyone else annoyed at all the intense pushing and shoving going on. But it was a fun way to end the night, which was also Honus’ birthday, as revealed at the start of said encore. He was wearing a Chicago Bulls jersey too, so more power to him for that, as well as coming out and talking to people after the show. The same goes for Nick Diamonds, who I was able to chat with briefly before finally giving up thanks to so many people jumping in and interrupting. Among the information I was able to extract was that A) Honus and Diamonds shared songwriting duties on the Mister Heavenly debut album, tentatively scheduled for release in September and B) Diamonds returns to his main band Islands next month when they’ve got some studio time booked to make a new record. He’s got about 35 songs written and they plan on picking the best ones for the album before doing an Islands tour in the late summer/early fall. No official word on future Mister Heavenly tour plans, but it can be assumed they’ll be back on the road together around the album’s September release.

So overall it was a very fun night, with the wild and technically impressive Screaming Females playing alongside the highly amusing and pleasantly catchy throwback style of Mister Heavenly. Both were great for entirely different reasons, and both are absolutely worth seeing, though they’ll never play together again methinks. Separately though, check them out. The biggest hope that I have from the night is that it inspired some people just showing up to see Michael Cera in person to actually become invested in either Mister Heavenly or indie rock in general. If it takes a Hollywood star to get you into this type of music, then so be it. The more people we have listening to challenging artists and bands, the better off we’ll be as a society. Now then, check out more photos, the set list, and download two songs from Mister Heavenly after the jump (click on a photo to view a slightly larger version).

Pick Your Poison: Friday 1-14-11

The week is finally over, so kick up your heels and relax a bit. A grand Friday edition of Pick Your Poison is here to help you do that. I’m happy to recommend tracks from Breathe Owl Breathe and Her Name Is Calla. There’s a number of remixes today worthy of your attention, taking originals from The Concretes, Esben and the Witch, La Roux and Pomegranates and adding a bit of danceable flavor.

ALSO – True

Breathe Owl Breathe – Dogwalkers of the New Age

The Concretes – My Ways (Seconds Remix)

Dad Rocks! – Nothing Keeps Up

Esben and the Witch – Marching Song (Snorkel Remix)

The Hood Internet – Killdear (P.O.S. vs. La Roux)

Mark Berube – My Me Lady

Mister 1-2-3-4 – The DJ Is A Psycho!

Pomegranates – Create Your Own Reality (Schlock Remix)

Zoey Van Goey – The Cake and Eating It

SOUNDCLOUD

Caotico – Back of My Head

Her Name Is Calla – Pour More Oil

Jon Bell – At the Corner of Harrison and Lee Hwy (Save me)

Temabes – Biotok (Original Mix)

Show Review: The Besnard Lakes + Frankie Rose and the Outs + Lia Ices [Lincoln Hall; Chicago; 1/13/11]

If you live in Chicago and have a deep appreciation for music, you should know about the Tomorrow Never Knows festival. It’s a 5-night event taking place at a few venues around the city, featuring the newest of the new when it comes to buzz bands. The lineups are traditionally diverse and equally excellent, and this year features such luminaries as The Helio Sequence, Sun Airway, Handsome Furs, Mister Heavenly (Islands/Man Man/Modest Mouse), Marketa Irglova (of The Swell Season), Freddie Gibbs and Twin Shadow. The lineup I was most looking forward to was Thursday night’s show that featured Chicago band A Lull, fresh Jagjaguwar signee Lia Ices, the positively lovely Frankie Rose and the Outs, and the psychedelic stylings of The Besnard Lakes. Every one of those artists is great for different reasons, and that’s a big part of what makes Tomorrow Never Knows such fun. So while I typically take a 3 month sabbatical from going to shows (perchance there is a terrible snowstorm to deal with), upon checking the forecast earlier this week and seeing no threat of severe weather, I risked it and picked up a ticket for Thursday night. As hoped, everything cooperated.

Okay, so maybe everything didn’t fully cooperate. I had hoped to make it out to Lincoln Hall at the very start of the show, but ran into a half-hour delay . As a result, I missed the opening set from A Lull, one of Chicago’s better local bands. They’ve got a new record called “Confetti” coming out on Mush Records in April, and probably played a bunch of stuff from that. Keep this band on your radar though, big things are expected of them in the coming months and years. Anyways, I did make it to the venue just in time to catch Lia Ices at the start of her set. For those not in the know, Lia Ices is a female singer-songwriter from Brooklyn with a healthy bit of attention swinging her way as Jagjaguwar prepares to release her new record “Grown Unknown” a couple weeks from now. Her instrument of choice is the piano, but there’s plenty of guitar and other elements at work in her songs both on record and in the live setting thanks to a backing band. The crowd for her set was moderately sized, as these things tend to go when you’re the second of four acts on a bill. All for an artist that the majority of them had never heard before. She played most of the tracks from her forthcoming record to what might best be described as a warm audience response. Ices makes a good mixture of slower balladry and more upbeat pop numbers, both executed with a formality and classic ideologies. On stage, as lovely as she is, Ices is still a bit…icy. There was a certain awkwardness about her set that was made most apparent as she tried a little bit of between songs banter. There were points where it seemed like she wasn’t sure what to say next, only that she should say SOMETHING. That’s not to say she’s a bad performer, rather it speaks to her relative inexperience with live shows. Surely she’s done a reasonable amount of touring prior to now, but it’s going to take a bit more for her to appear truly comfortable in front of a large group of people. A lengthy tour in support of her new album should push her a long way in the right direction. I’d be interested to see her again in a year to find out how she’s developed as a performer. Her new record certainly sounded promising the way she played it on stage, and I’m looking forward to giving it a full review in the next couple weeks.

Lia Ices – Grown Unknown
Lia Ices – Daphne

While Lia Ices wound up being one woman’s songs performed with a backing band of all guys, Frankie Rose and the Outs was one woman’s songs performed with a backing band of all girls. Of course the Outs are a little more significant presence, as they are part of the official band name, and are actively participating in the writing of new material. Pretty much everything on the band’s self-titled debut record was written by Rose though, and she’s the official star of the show – like Huey Lewis is to the News. Frankie Rose is a bit notorious these days for having joined and then quit three different rising and important bands in the last couple years. She was on board drumming with Vivian Girls just as they made their name, then left/was asked to leave and wound up as drummer for Crystal Stilts, who then blew up big. Then there was Dum Dum Girls, who’ve also done well in the past year. But it was a handful of months ago when Rose just decided that maybe fronting her own band was the easiest way to go. She may have been best known for her drumming, but she was equally skilled at guitar and could sing, so why not. She put the Outs together piece by piece, so much so that she taught one of her friends how to drum from scratch so that girl could be part of the band. The debut record turned out great, and in fact just barely missed my top 50 albums list of 2010. The music is very lo-fi garage rock a la her former bands Vivian Girls and Dum Dum Girls, but in this case there’s also some sharper edges and innovations to help it stand out from the fray. Performing live, Frankie Rose and the Outs are a thing to behold: vibrant, exciting, and noisy as all hell. The technical skill is impressive on its own, lest you forget the songs are pretty dynamite as well. The best artists are able to take their recorded product and breathe new, even better life into it on stage. This band has that going for them, and as a result that bodes very well for their future. Not only that, but Rose comes off as a very interesting and fun personality, and her between song banter was nothing short of witty. The singular gripe that comes along with this set is that it was far too short. Yes, the songs themselves aren’t exactly long, but they plowed through 10 songs in about 25 minutes when their allotted time was 45 minutes. Given that there were a couple of new songs thrown in amongst the ones already on record, there were still a few more the band could have played. Instead they said goodnight, leaving the crowd begging for more but not getting any. After the show I made a small complaint via Twitter about the short set, and apparently a few others did the same, because Rose addressed the issue via her Twitter account, basically saying that they played a full set, and while it may have only been 20 or so minutes long, it felt like 3 hours to her. That was later followed by a couple amusing Tweets first saying she’s going to start playing 4 hour sets, then trying to say that as a non-headlining band, you don’t want to take too long and have to be told to stop. Whatever. We got 10 thrilling and loud songs out of the band, even with some small sound problems early on (they didn’t get a soundcheck), it was one hell of a show. Go see Frankie Rose and the Outs should you have the opportunity.

Frankie Rose and the Outs – Candy
Frankie Rose and the Outs – Little Brown Haired Girls

With Frankie Rose and the Outs finishing early, that gave The Besnard Lakes a little extra time to set up/start early. They did both, not that it really mattered because they still would’ve had buffer time if things had gone as planned from the beginning. But The Besnard Lakes are coming off a highly successful year that saw them release a stellar sophmore record titled “Are the Roaring Night” (that was among my Top 50 Albums of 2010) and embark on an extensive tour around the world that after a few months is just now wrapping up. The last time the band was in Chicago was over the summer, when they played a free show at the city’s crowned jewel venue of Millennium Park. I was unable to attend that show, but the band’s epic, psychedelic songs surely fit a massive and gorgeous outdoor theatre like that exceptionally well. The confines of Lincoln Hall are by comparison a whole lot smaller, but their top-of-the-line sound system helped to assure that the band could deliver yet another classic performance. Deliver they did, completely captivating the audience with an off-the-rails display of instrumental mastery whilst adding sharp visual stimuli courtesy of some seriously impressive lighting and smoke machines galore. These are exactly the sorts of things you want to happen at a show like this with a band like this, just as the photographic evidence (which I will post shortly) will help prove. The interplay of light and shadows and smoke just all came together to create an ethereal haze that washed over everything in tandem with the walls of sound. The set list was a collection of their best tracks, from the epic “Like the Ocean, Like the Innocent” to “Devastation” to “And You Lied to Me” to the local-baiting “Chicago Train”. Every single part of it was 100% excellent, and for a band so road-weary it makes the feat that much more impressive. Among the most amusing moments of the entire night was the story Jace Lasek told about the number of truckers on the road that tell him he looks just like cult leader David Koresh (it’s so true). Then someone yelled out that maybe he should start a cult of his own, which ultimately ended on a joke about making sure everyone drank a cup of “free juice” before the end of the show. If The Besnard Lakes were to legitimately start a cult though, there’s a good bet that a number of people in the crowd on Thursday night would have joined immediately. That was one epically great performance they put on, helping to solidify their growing reputation as a band that will blow your mind. It marked the perfect cap to what was overall an excellent and variety-filled evening. The best show I’ve seen in 2011? Without a doubt. It’s also the only show I’ve seen in 2011 in this two-week-old year. One can only hope every show turns out as well as this one in the remaining 350+ days we have left on the 2011 calendar.

The Besnard Lakes – And You Lied To Me
The Besnard Lakes – Albatross

CHECK OUT A COUPLE MORE PHOTOS AFTER THE JUMP

Pick Your Poison: Thursday 1-13-11

Ah Thursdays. The security guard at my work loves to call them “Friday Eve”, and there is indeed some sense of excitement over the impending weekend. I hope you’ve got some stellar plans. Tonight I’ll be checking out Lia Ices, Frankie Rose and the Outs and The Besnard Lakes in a show at Lincoln Hall. It’s a great bill and I’m excited about the show. Review and photos shall be forthcoming. But today’s Pick Your Poison is again jam-packed with goodness. Highlights include Javelin remixing a Darwin Deez track, a new one from Sin Fang, and the band Det Vackra Livet, which features members of The Mary Onettes. The Soundcloud section is exceptionally prolific today as well, with tracks from Dan Deacon, Holy Ghost and Innerpartysystem all worth your time. Enjoy your Friday Eve.

APL – Reunion Day

Columboid – Statehoarders

Darwin Deez – Bad Day (Javelin Remix)

David Gergen – Love Blues #11

Det Vackra Livet – Viljan

Duke Garwood – Jesus Got A Gun

Eli Escobar – Love Thing (Part 1) (Eli Escobar Rework)

Entyce – In Da Club (Oliver Twizt Remix)

Montpelier – Last Boat

The O’s – Tryin’ to Have A Good Time

Occult Detective Club – C’mon Levi

The Pauses – Go North

Shunda K – My Light (ft. Tan)

Sin Fang – Always Everything

Snowblink – Amber Gris

Triumph of Lethargy – The Dirty Street

SOUNDCLOUD

Bomarr – Don’t Swim With The Sharks (feat. Zackey Force Funk) – ROUGH MIX

Dan Deacon – Wet Wings

Holy Ghost – Do It Again

Innerpartysystem – American Trash (Radio Edit)

Ira Atari – Don’t Wanna Miss You (Radio Edit)

Album Review: Tapes ‘n Tapes – Outside [Ibid]


Poor Tapes ‘n Tapes. They are certainly victims of the blogosphere. Without a doubt, hype these days is incredibly fickle. Bands come and go like a stiff breeze, and if you don’t put out a well-respected record in a timely fashion, you’re headed for the Land of Lost Bands. After a critically savaged sophmore sophmore album back in 2008 titled “Walk It Off”, it was the respect and love of many a fan that actually walked off instead. This was a far cry from the huge buzz they had going back in 2005-6, where their debut record “The Loon” earned them rave reviews and a record deal with XL Recordings. After their fall from grace and the poor sales of that second album, the band ended their relationship with XL (some say they were dropped by the label, others say the band waited until their contract expired). Whatever it was, Tapes ‘n Tapes were looking to re-focus their efforts for a third album and win back all those lost fans. Now completely on their own label and free to do whatever they please, they’re re-approaching the music industry from the fringe, which may be a big reason why they’ve called their new record “Outside”.

Under what guise does one get away with titling a song “Badaboom”? Is it intended to be a mafia reference, or perhaps a “Fifth Element” reference? Neither? Whatever the logic, with a title like that, the song had best be explosive. It’s what leads off “Outside”, and it’s got a propulsive, fun vibe to it. If Vampire Weekend were a little heavier on the guitars and stripped back their Afropop leanings a bit, it’d sound a whole lot like this song. The hook may not be incredibly strong, but one of the best things “Badaboom” has going for it is the rather interesting guitar breakdown at the end of the song. It feels a lot like old school Tapes ‘n Tapes, and that’s a good thing. “SWM” is a fluffier keyboard pop song paired with a jingle-jangle guitar that’s pleasant enough. The issue is that the song builds what amounts to tension, as if it’s ready to explode at any given moment, but then never offers a release. It comes oh so close at the very end but then peters out instead. “One in the World” succeeds at bringing a tropical vacation vibe to the record, but once again holds strong echoes to Vampire Weekend without quite reaching that band’s craftsmanship and smarts.

So after a halfway decent start with the first three songs on the record, Tapes ‘n Tapes suddenly get pretty vanilla. “Nightfall” drags along the ground with its blandness, spiced up only by some horns that are criminally underused. “Desert Plane” kind of picks a course and stays on it without much instrumental variation or a hook that’s anywhere close to memorable. And I’m thinking the band chose the title of the song “Outro” based solely on how strong that is compared to everything else in the track. Not much happens when it starts, but then it builds to this fiery guitar solo that deserves to surrounded by something more compelling to make it seem earned. So what it does is blatantly point out how mediocre the rest of the track is.

On a quest for a very strong song, it delivers in the form of “Freak Out”, the record’s first single and what actually renewed a lot of interest in the band. It’s legitimately catchy and fun, energetic and wry, with a brief guitar solo that unlike the track before it is actually earned. “The Saddest of All Keys” is a dark nightmare of a song in the best way possible. Josh Grier’s vocal performance is rough and dirty like old school Tapes, and there’s a distinct blues vibe to the track with the guitars and swirling organ that’s impressive. It feels like a different angle on a Black Keys song, which feels so right even if it’s not. Should you want to hear what Tapes ‘n Tapes would sound like attempting a Walkmen song, fear not, for “Hidee Ho” is about as close as you’ll get. The sparse electric guitar work mixed with Grier’s world-weary vocal performance practically screams imitation, save for the rippingly great guitar work that populates the second half of the song. There’s a very 1950’s vibe skating around “People You Know”, a wholly inoffensive ballad perfect for a high school sock hop where girls in floral dresses and guys with their hair parted carefully to one side can have an innocent dance with their hands on each others hips. Such a goodie-goodie, prim and proper era. As such it was also boring, much like the song winds up being. “On and On” feels like it goes…on and on, at least until the very end, at which there’s an ocean of white noise that’s positively delightful compared to what came before it. Another song where the ending fares so much better than the beginning. Translated, it’s half of a good song. Thank goodness the band ends with a 100% strong song in the form of “Mighty Long”. It’s exactly the sort of tune that made their debut “The Loon” such a compelling listen – an upbeat, jangly guitar tempo with a hook that actually grabs you and won’t let go. It’s songs such as this that make you want to give the band another chance to win you over despite having done you wrong on a bunch of tracks that came before it.

Credit goes to Tapes ‘n Tapes for a couple things. First, deciding to “return to their roots” by self-releasing “Outside”. They earned their initial shot at the big label leagues by hard work and earnestness, and appear to want to reclaim that crown by doing the same thing again. It takes courage to go down that road, so nice going gentlemen. Secondly, the band seems to know what they did wrong on “Walk It Off” and are working on a course correction. They are smarter than ever and are more attuned to what their fans are looking for from them. That being said, Tapes n’ Tapes are also in the midst of an identity crisis. A few of the songs on “Outside” seem to have been intended to recall “The Loon”, while others push in different directions as explorations of new options. Most of the time, the band comes off sounding like cheap imitations of better-known and more popular indie bands. Variety may be the spice of life, but you’d hope they’d come up with something better in terms of expanding their sound. And finally, what this band could really use is a chill pill. No, most of the songs aren’t angry, but rather come across as a band that’s simply trying way too hard. The record doesn’t smell of desperation, rather it lacks legitimate fun. Manufactured fun, or at least attempts at fun are present, just not believable. Part of what made “The Loon” such a great record was how openly loose and relaxed it was, like the band was making music just for shits and giggles. “Outside” is the product of a band doing a careful study of what worked for them, then strategically trying to recreate that with a small touch of forward momentum. It’s like returning as an adult to a place you have fond memories of as a kid, and realizing that maybe things weren’t as good as you remember. Maybe the lake you used to swim in every summer is now so polluted most creatures can’t live in it, let alone swim in it. Whatever it is, some of that magic is now gone, and the harder you try to get it back, the more you fail at it. “Outside” proves that they’ve lost some of their old magic, but like any redemption story, all is not lost. If they’re able to figure out the exact key to what made their debut so compelling, there’s still the possibility they can rise from the ashes and surprise us once again. It’s a near impossible feat, but everyone loves a good underdog story. Best of luck to you in the future, fellas.

Tapes ‘n Tapes – Freak Out

Buy “Outside” from Amazon

Pick Your Poison: Wednesday 1-12-11

It’s one hell of a packed edition of Pick Your Poison today, so let’s get right down to brass tax. 20 songs total, if you include the Soundcloud stuff. Highlights among them are tracks from Apex Manor, Bikini, Digits, Esben and the Witch, Oh Land (as remixed by Twin Shadow), and (for the second day in a row) another new one from Mogwai. There’s also a track from Screaming Females up for streaming in the Soundcloud section. I’ll be seeing Screaming Females perform a bunch of their new stuff when they play at Lincoln Hall with Mister Heavenly (Islands/Man Man/Modest Mouse/…Michael Cera?) on Friday. Get a ticket if you’re in Chicago.

Adebisis Shank – Genki Shank

Apex Manor – Under the Gun

Atlantic/Pacific – Patterns
Atlantic/Pacific – Meet Your New Love

Batwings Catwings – Endless Summer

Bikini – Palm Aire

Dark Colour – Be Around

David Myles – Out of Love

Digits – Lost Dream

Eatliz – Lose This Child

Electra – Coming to Get You!

Esben and the Witch – Warpath

Izabo – On My Way

Goddamn Electric Bill – Pull the Lever
Goddamn Electric Bill – Fairytale Orchestra

Mogwai – San Pedro

My Cousin, The Emperor – Nothing Left For Us to Find

Oh Land – White Nights (Twin Shadow Remix)

World Tour – Sparks

SOUNDCLOUD

Delta Maid – The Changes Made

Heights – Eye For An Eye

Screaming Females – Wild

Pick Your Poison: Tuesday 1-11-11

Binary freaks, enjoy a date like today. Some other people are totally superstitious about all those ones in a row. For me, 1-11-11 is Tuesday. That’s about all we really need to know. Wake me up when we hit 11-11-11. Pick Your Poison is great today, plenty of high profile artists to recommend to you and a bunch more music than usual. My personal highlights are tracks from the legendary guitarist J. Mascis, Kurt Vile, The Lines, Mogwai, Papercuts, Scattered Trees and Wolf People. Also, Max Tundra remixing Marnie Stern is pretty sweet. In the Soundcloud section you’ll find a remix of a Chromeo song and a Ladytron song. Great stuff, enjoy.

Alcoholic Faith Mission – My Eyes to See

Beaten By Them – Yo

Herzog – Paul Blart and the Death of Art
Herzog – Living Alone

J. Mascis – Not Enough

Kurt Vile – Jesus Fever

The Lines – El Matador

Madison – Lights Low

Marnie Stern – The Things That You Notice (Max Tundra Remix)

Mogwai – Rano Pano

Norma Sass – Holy Night

Papercuts – Do What You Will

Range Rover – Mind

Scattered Trees – A Conversation About Death on New Years Eve

Tigersapien – A Pattern Repeating

T Model Ford – Same Old Train

We Say Go – Somebody (ft. Debbie Molko)

Wolf People – Silbury Sands

SOUNDCLOUD

Chromeo featuring Elly Jackson – Hot Mess (Duck Sauce Remix)

Ladytron – Ace Of Hz (Punks Jump Up Remix Radio Edit)

Nate Currin – Dance Away the Night

Album Review: The Decemberists – The King Is Dead [Capitol]


One has to wonder – did somebody tell The Decemberists that they’d gone off the deep end, or was it a conclusion they reached themselves? Their last album was 2008’s “The Hazards of Love”, and it was a long-form rock opera filled to the brim with shape-shifting characters and a plotline so confusing that frontman Colin Meloy seemed to have a tough time explaining it. Even the record before that, “The Crane Wife”, was largely a storytelling affair taken from an old Japanese folk tale surrounding a crane that turns into a woman. If, upon reading this, it all sounds quite preposterous, that’s because it is. That, and epically pretentious when placed amid Meloy’s florid and ten-dollar-word lyrics. Despite this, the music continued to be decent, if not somewhat excellent, which in turn is probably what saved the band from becoming outcasts by much of their highly loyal fan base. What built that fan base in the first place almost exclusively came from the band’s first three records, which largely consisted of sharply written and concise but instrumentally dense pop songs. There were characters even back then, tales of chimney sweeps, gymnasts, ballerinas, thieves and sailors, but they were all confined to their own songs rather than an entire album. So whether or not there was an intervention or perhaps even some pressure from their record label, The Decemberists are back with a new record, and this time they’re going old school. The band took in a steady diet of R.E.M., moved onto a farm, and brought in legendary singer-songwriter-pinup Gillian Welch for an assist. Oh yeah, and R.E.M.’s own Peter Buck dropped by to provide some additional inspiration as well. The final product is “The King Is Dead”, out next week and showcasing a leaner, cleaner and outright different version of The Decemberists than we’ve seen in quite some time.

The very first thing you hear on “Don’t Carry It All”, the opening track on “The King Is Dead”, is a harmonica. To my knowledge, The Decemberists have never used harmonica before, and it throws you off balance almost immediately. That plus an acoustic guitar and it’s like a quick trip back to Neil Young’s “Harvest” days. The gently sawing fiddles and some vocal harmonies push an alt-country/Americana vibe that much more, but yes, with Peter Buck playing on the song there’s a little bit of R.E.M. sound in there too. Buck’s acoustic guitar work is a whole lot more distinctive on “Calamity Song”, a track that would be perfectly at home on a record like “Fables of the Reconstruction” were you to hand over the vocals to Michael Stipe. To put it another way, The Decemberists sounding like classic R.E.M. is by no means a bad thing. Some piano, more acoustic guitar/harmonica and the country staple slide guitar pop up for the ballad “Rise to Me”, which is eerily reminiscent of late 60s/early 70s material from The Band. By this point, it’s pretty obvious that not only have The Decemberists vastly changed their style from their last two albums, but have also provided a healthy variation on their earliest, more poppy fare. Granted, a nearly solo acoustic ballad such as “January Hymn” comes across like a less wordy version of “Red Right Ankle”, but the distinctly Americana angle at which the band is approaching their new material is surprisingly refreshing. Peter Buck makes one last appearance on first single “Down By the Water”, which bears a sonic resemblance in many respects to R.E.M.’s “The One I Love”, albeit with a lot more harmonica and strong backing vocals courtesy of Gillian Welch. Speaking of Welch though, she does backing vocals on seven of the album’s ten tracks and in turn provides her own interesting twist to everything she touches. Case in point, “All Arise!” definitely sounds more like a Welch song than a Decemberists song as the fiddles, banjos and Old West-style piano sound like they’d be right at home amid a barndance. “This Is Why We Fight” is probably the closest the band comes to sounding like their old selves, in a good way. Chris Funk is back tearing up the electric guitar, and there’s a certain brash, almost anthemic feel to the song; an energized call to arms that was missing up until that point. It only figures then that the album ends on the very next track, “Dear Avery”. Thankfully it continues the long-standing Decemberists tradition of ending strong, in this case with a gorgeous acoustic ballad that holds strong ties to Fleetwood Mac. Just the acoustic guitar and organ would have been good enough to call the track a success, and you could take or leave the slide guitar, but it’s the rich harmonies that go even further beyond just Welch’s voice that bring out the song’s best qualities. It comes across like a fitting coda to a record that seems to hold surprises at each and every turn.

There are some issues with “The King Is Dead”. First and foremost among them is Colin Meloy’s dumbed-down wordplay. It’s annoying when he uses too many words that require a dictionary to understand, but that’s also part of what makes his writing so distinctive. If he can keep the challenging vocabulary to a happy medium level where he doesn’t go overboard with it, more power to him. Meloy still throws out a few magniloquent words when he’s feeling up to it, as “loam” and “conjure” and “culverts”, but ultimately there’s a paucity of them. Saying “On a winter Sunday, I go/to clear away the snow/and green the ground below” is pleasant but seems like anybody could have written it. On the plus side though, that provides more of an opportunity to focus more on how the songs are arranged and also calls to attention Meloy’s vocal performance, which is stronger than ever, perhaps to prove his mettle in face-offs versus Gillian Welch. On the instrumental side, the alt-country/Americana genre has been around for a long time now, and similar to the lyrics it’s tough to make an impact unless your songs are really special. The Decemberists prove they’re up for such a challenge with this record, but just barely miss their ultimate goal. To put it another way, such a valiant effort makes “The King Is Dead” a very, very good album that wants to be great. Still, it’s a huge step back upwards and forwards for the band, both reviving the strength and good will they earned on their pre-“Crane Wife” albums while also trying to expand their sound to new areas. It may not be the best thing they’ve ever done, but it’s close. At this point, close equals highly satisfying. More than anything though, it just feels great to have The Decemberists back on the right track, whatever track that might be.

Stream the entire album at NPR (limited time only)

Preorder “The King Is Dead” from Amazon

Pick Your Poison: Monday 1-10-11

It’s Monday, which would be bad enough, but it’s also a Monday in January. Cold weather, snow, and a host of other unpleasant weather conditions probably await most of you, unless you live in a tropical paradise or are in the Southern Hemisphere, in which case it’s summer. Helping to keep everybody as warm as possible though is today’s Pick Your Poison. Today I’ll recommend tracks for you from Bardo Pond, Daddy Lion, and Yelle. There’s also a new song from Vivian Girls member “Kickball” Katy Goodman under the name of her new solo project La Sera. In the Soundcloud section, you’ll want to be sure to check out tracks from Cloud Nothings and Lord Huron.

adamned.age – Nanof

Bardo Pond – Cracker Wrist

Daddy Lion – The Scientist’s Lament

Jane Lui – Goodnight Company

Jon McKiel – Motion Pictures

Kraddy – Into the Labyrinth

La Sera – Devil’s Hearts Grow Gold
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Metal Mother – Billy Cruz

The Narcoleptic Dancers – Not Evident

Yelle – Safari Disco Club

SOUNDCLOUD

Cloud Nothings – Should Have

Let’s Buy Happiness – Fast Fast

Lord Huron – When Will I See You Again

Sean Finn – My Sharona (Temabes Remix)

The Ting Tings – Hands (DISCOFORGIA Remix)

Album Review: Braids – Native Speaker [Kanine]


By oh so many indications, 2011 is set to be the year that post-rock finally strikes it big. There is no official explanation as to why, save for saying that the sound is simply evolving and other elements are being incorporated into the more traditional post-rock sound. Of course post-rock in and of itself is a hazy term, loose on purpose to be a catch-all for stuff that sticks out like a sore thumb when placed against a standard 3.5 minute pop song. As such it’s experimental and more often than not immensely beautiful no matter if a band is using four electric guitars or a whole orchestra to get a point across. There’s also a solid rejection of verse-chorus-verse structuring, catchy hooks, and short, to-the-point statements. Post-rock is an adventure, a journey into the vast and unknown wilderness where discovery is half the fun. It is the realm of Sigur Ros and Explosions in the Sky and Godspeed You! Black Emperor, along with Mogwai and Tortoise and Pelican. Thanks to a band like Braids and their debut record “Native Speaker” though, a musical genre that has reached something of a standard way of going about things gets reinvigorated with a few curveballs.

When reaching for their comparison chart, there’s probably higher than a 50% chance most people will try to define Braids as supremely indebted to Animal Collective. “They’re like Animal Collective, only if they came from Montreal,” somebody will say or write. While there are some similarities between the two groups, such as the somewhat liberal use of gurgling electronics and an overall natural flow to the song arrangements, there are far more differences worth paying close attention to. Braids doesn’t have much in the way of filtered/warped vocals (outside of the occasional echo effect) or harmonies. You can also understand and make sense of what singers Raphaelle Standell-Preston and Kathie Lee are singing. To put it another way, the vocals are “decipherable and intelligible”. They’re also not nearly part of the hippy-trippy freak-folk movement, because while a number of their songs are in the 6-8 minute range, there’s not a singular moment that feels over-extended or jam band-y. Think less psychedelic and more of a shoegaze-inspired pop thanks to creative arrangements and not a whole lot in the way of instrumental passages (save for the last track on the record). Of course that description doesn’t even suffice for this band, as they are notoriously hard to pin down into any one sound for too long. That’s largely why it’s easiest to put the band underneath the larger umbrella known as post-rock. Despite the apparant variations in styles from one song to the next, there are so many elements that hold steady across the record that everything comes off as striking and organic and exciting. Fuck genre tropes, Braids are content to carve their own path through this wilderness landscape.

“Native Speaker” begins with the first single and much-hyped track “Lemonade”, and it’s one hell of an introduction to Braids. While the sound of a babbling brook or creek may be confined to the opening track alone, it’s largely a statement for the entire record. The music softly and beautifully moves along, twisting and turning and moving around rocks or whatever else might be in the way. Somewhere in the distance a bird chirps, frogs jump around for fun, and occasionally a deer will come by for a drink. It takes over two minutes for “Lemonade” to reach a chorus, but that’s of little consequence since that time was so well spent building layer upon layer as keyboards pile on electronic elements pile on booming drums and finally guitars. Standell-Preston’s vocals hold a calm demeanor when they first come in, but that gets thrown pretty much to hell once she raises her voice to ask, “Have you fucked/all the stray kids yet?”. When the chorus does finally land, it’s a scorned scorcher, as the lines, “what I’ve found/is that we/are all just sleeping around” soar like they were launched off a mountaintop. The immediate lesson, and one that’s equally learned by most every track on the album, is that you don’t fuck with Raphaelle Standell-Preston in both vocal strength/range and personally as well. At seconds under 4.5 minutes, “Plath Heart” is the shortest song on “Native Speaker”, and it’s a synth-fueled dreamscape with an almost Dirty Projectors-esque bent to it. The vocals are practically cutesy and playful and a keyboard-created steel drum pushes that vibe further, but the lyrics betray that with a little bit of anti-relationship sentiment. That’s where the title really comes into play, because if you know how dark and depressing Sylvia Plath’s writing is, you know that a Plath heart isn’t something worth smiling about. A lovely lullaby is how the 8+ minute “Glass Deers” begins, with the keyboards lightly plinking as if singing you to sleep. The vocals play along too, even when Standell-Preston repeats over and over again about how she’s “fucked up”. Eventually though, while the melody remains on a lovely even keel, the vocals soar to an extreme as Standell-Preston begins to yell at the impressive level of Bjork or Karen O. That quiet-loud-quiet-loud singing trend continues for the duration while the lyrics are a bit more upbeat about loving someone even with all their faults. The atmospherics continue with the title track, in which the main part of the melody are a couple of quiet keyboards and a looped electronic bit that simply float in the ether. Not content to just let it sit there though, guitars and random noises begin to permeate the mix, piling on top of one another the way that great post-rock songs do. Harmonies are introduced, the vocals soar yet again, and then in a flash, all is quiet once more before the track goes gentle into that good night after 8.5 minutes of writhing around.

Have you ever been in an apartment or hotel room when a very loud rave is happening right next door? You can hear a muffled version of the beats through the wall and they totally keep you up as you’re trying to sleep. “Lammicken” exploits that sort of noise as the backing melody, along with a looped and melodic “ohhhhaaahhhohhhh”, both of which are the only two constant things about the track. “I can’t stop it,” Standell-Preston sings over and over again with varying degrees of forcefulness. Through it all, white electro-static builds and builds up in the mix, and as already mentioned, there’s no way to stop it. It overtakes everything else near the end of the song, before finally abruptly quitting in the last 30 seconds as the original backing melody plays the track out in a much more ominous fashion than before. A series of synths layered on top of one another mixed with some drum rim hits is how “Same Mum” begins, and once the playful vocals come in it becomes one of Braids’ poppiest and most immediate songs despite lacking a legitimate chorus. Some lightly picked Grizzly Bear-like guitar comes in about mid-way through the track, shortly before a 2 minute instrumental breakdown that also has some xylophone making an appearance. The final 90 seconds brings a slow down in tempo as the guitars disappear and vocals return with Standell-Preston providing interesting variations on the phrase, “We are from the same mum”. That’s the last thing she says on the entire record as we’re then led into the instrumental closer “Little Hand”. Beginning as a spacey, pulsating deep synth, keyboards begin to plink out a jaunty little melody that’s practically the sonic equivalent of twinkling stars. Carefully picked guitars weave themselves in and out of the mix as there’s just a hint of Sigur Ros-like atmosphere, even if there is no build to a huge crescendo. Instead, the melody slowly fades away as gently and calmly as things began.

What makes Braids so interesting is their ability to sustain a melody no matter how long or short a track might be. Their five minute songs are just as great as their eight minute ones because they all feel like they’re going somewhere. Even if a track only has one line in it, repeated ad nauseum, it’s the WAY the line is sung, along with the sounds surrounding it that keep the listener fully engaged. As such, Raphaelle Standell-Preston deserves much of the credit for her powerful and highly expressive vocal performance that soars far above and beyond your average female singer. The rest of the band are by no mean slouches either though, as the tracks on “Native Speaker” end up being not so much songs but immense compositions that are complicated even when they sound remarkably simple. The only spots where the quality dips on the album is near the end. After establishing a moody intensity on the two 8+ minute epics in the middle of the album, attempts to rise back up again at a more brisk pace don’t ever fully succeed despite their best efforts. It never gets boring, it just all sort of blends together in one cohesive piece of slow burn, synth-filled post-rock that’s simply not as distinctive as everything that came before it. Despite this, “Native Speaker” is most definitely one of the best records that will be released this month, and Braids one of the best up-and-coming bands you’ll hear about in 2011. There was a pretty heavy load of hype surrounding the band heading into their debut, and the good news is that most of it is justified. There’s room for improvement, but when your first album is as good as this one, Braids might just be one record away from truly becoming a universally respected and beloved band. It’s almost ironic that they also just happen to be from Montreal.

Braids – Lemonade
Braids – Plath Heart (via Pitchfork)

Preorder “Native Speaker” from Amazon

Pick Your Poison: Friday 1-7-11

First Friday of the new year, and I hope your weekend is going to be a blast. I’m doing my best to make every weekend of 2011 count, so fun is very much on the menu. Hopefully the weather isn’t too bad where you are, especially you East Coasters. Hopefully this flurry of free downloads will be better than the flurries of snowflakes that will be falling from the sky. Some good tracks today too. My personal highlights are songs from Akron/Family, Grails, Keith Cansius and Telekinesis. You can also stream (via the new Soundcloud section) new songs from Lower Dens and The Smith Westerns. Chicago band Campfires is also set to make some waves this year, so have a listen to a song of theirs below as well.

Akron/Family – So It Goes

Coin Operated Boy – Bad Driver (Demo Mix)

Grails – I Led Three Lives

Greater Pacific – Distance

Guitaro – Come Get Sums

Keith Cansius – People’s Faces
Keith Cansius – The Beach House

Lady Lazarus – Sick Child

Poor But Sexy – Hotter Than A Pop Tart

Telekinesis – Car Crash

Thomas Bryan Eaton – When You’re Dancing

X-Ray Press – Holy Ghost, USA

SOUNDCLOUD

Chasing Planets by Campfires

Lower Dens – Batman

Smith Westerns – “All Die Young”

Trophy Wife – The Quiet Earth

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