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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)

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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

Album Review: Cake – Showroom of Compassion [Upbeat Records]


Seventeen years. Six albums. That’s how long we’ve known Cake. It has been seven long years since their fifth effort “Pressure Chief” came out, and it feels like longer. They may have tried to keep fans satisfied with a couple EPs and a b-sides collection, but for the die hard fan, that stuff was just a poor substitute for new Cake material. Why they’ve kept us waiting this long seems to be a mystery, save for John McCrea’s pretentious explanation of the band trying to “detach from the subjective and move into the objective”. In simpler terms, it seems the guys were taking a long, hard look at their past records and where they were as a band, and then trying to unlearn the habits they had fallen into to try and obtain a new and different perspective. A few years off and away from making music probably helps in working towards that ultimate goal. The fruits of their efforts will be revealed next week in the form of “Showroom of Compassion”, an album that’s less a redefining of the band and more a wildly refreshed and forward-thinking version of them.

Have you heard “Showroom of Compassion”‘s first single “Sick of You” yet? You can stream it online or just turn on your local alternative rock radio station for awhile and hopefully they’ll play it. One listen to that track and you’re automatically re-introduced to Cake like they never left. It’s the sort of catchy and fun song that has made for some of the band’s best and most popular singles, though they probably haven’t had a song this good since the 90s. To all the young kids that haven’t heard albums like “Fashion Nugget” or “Motorcade of Generosity”, this is the sort of greatness you’ve been missing. For those of us that grew up knowing and loving Cake, here’s a singular reason to love Cake again. In terms of defining Cake’s sound, “Sick of You” is a perfect example, and a great testament to why they haven’t needed to change their game plan in 17 years. McCrea does his talk-sing vocals, gets all snarky about relationships, the electric guitar has just the right amount of fuzz on it as it rambles up and down octaves, the horn plays around a little, and all the other guys in the band do their trademark spoken-word backing shouts. Quintessential Cake, but interestingly enough, it’s one of the only moments on the record that is.

“Showroom of Compassion” opener “Federal Funding” gets the record off to an innocuous start, putting a hotly psychedelic spin on your traditional Cake model as the guitar swirl, the drums hint at Ringo Starr on “Tomorrow Never Knows”, and the horns play it cool and understated. The title of the song is not deceptive in the least, as McCrea bemoans government bailouts of absurdly rich executives and companies. On “Long Time”, McCrea stretches his seemingly limited singing voice to lengths he normally doesn’t go to, which is interesting to say the least. The buzzing, Mates of State-ish keyboard and vocal harmonies work quite well too, even if there is a very standard horn and bass solo mid-way through the track. If Cake were to ever make a full-on legitimate 60s AM pop song, it’d sound a whole lot like “What’s Now Is Now”, with a dense collection of instruments that include both electric and acoustic guitars along with some keyboard and mellotron. The vocal harmonies are highly impressive, and though the song is mid-tempo, it’s bright as all daylight, even incorporating some chirping birds towards the end. At the mid point of the album is “Teenage Pregnancy”, an instrumental that starts out as a slow piano ballad before taking a decidedly darker turn with some grimy guitar work, ominous horns and creepy circus keyboards. It’s most definitely one of the most interesting things on “Showroom of Compassion”. A song like “Easy to Crash” can appear to be an almost standard, Cake-on-autopilot track, but closer examination reveals a few subtle elements that take it beyond that level. The verses may not have much worth paying attention to, but keep a careful ear out for the sounds of cars driving down a highway. The power in this song really lies in two parts – the chorus, which is ridiculously well constructed and anthemic, and the bridge, which features a great Krautrock-inspired instrumental portion. It’s this care and deeper display of influences that’s pushing this band forwards even when they may not always sound like it. And hey, do you like alt-country? John McCrea has made note recently of how he’s grown fond of the genre, and “Bound Away”, the acoustic ballad dosed with slide guitar, is his tribute to it. Who knows what the reaction would be if they tried to do an entire country-tinged record, but as a singular moment on the new album, it’s kinda nice as just a general shake-up from everything else. If you’ve never heard a Cake song begin with piano and violins before, closing track “Italian Guy” has you covered. There’s even a touch of harpsichord (more likely keyboard imitation harpsichord) amid what’s otherwise a pretty sparsely arranged song and possibly the greatest example of today’s Cake vs. the pre-2011 Cake. There’s really not much more of a fitting way to end the record.

Perhaps taking seven years between albums was the best thing Cake has ever done. No, that doesn’t mean “Showroom of Compassion” is their best record, but it does come really damn close. What you really come away with courtesy of this new album is a renewed sense of what made this band so attractive in the first place. It’s a back to basics record but in a 2.0 form. They have rebuilt themselves. Better. Stronger. Faster than before. They’re showing much more range, both in the instruments they use and where John McCrea takes his vocals. They’re lightly dabbling with genre as well, but never to the point where the Cake essentials fully disappear. If you loved Cake before, there’s nothing here that will take that love away. If you’ve only kind of liked the band but thought they showed limited range, now’s the time to look again. And if you’ve always kind of despised Cake, well, you’ll still despise them. Mostly it’s just a pleasure to have them back again and in great form. Let’s hold out hope they stay that way.

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Pick Your Poison: Thursday 1-6-11

It’s Thursday, which means we’re just about done with the first week of 2011. I don’t know about you, but so far this new year feels a whole lot like the old one. Ah well, 2010 was fun enough, so high hopes ahead right? Solid edition of Pick Your Poison today too, and I’ll recommend tracks from Big Eyes, L’ALTRA, The Moondoggies and Moving Units. The Soft Province is a band that features members of The Besnard Lakes, which makes them additionally excellent in my mind. And in the Soundcloud section there’s a b-side from The Pains of Being Pure at Heart you should check out.

Big Eyes – Why Can’t I

Billygoat – Dioscuri II

James Curd Presents Ziggy Franklin – Shelter

L’ALTRA – Winter Loves Summer Sun

The Moondoggies – What Took So Long

Moving Units – Pink Redemption

Old Monk – Butter and Toast

Sidi Touré & Dourra Cissé – Bon Koum

The Soft Province – One Was A Lie

Spring Breakup – It’s Not Me, It’s You

Ursula Rucker – So What..?

SOUNDCLOUD

Dj RASCAL – EHH Ohh [ Banana Boat ] by djrascalmusic

The Holidays – Broken Bones (CFCF Remix) by PressHereInge

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart “The One” by Slumberland Records

The Jupiter & the 119 (edit) by Railroad Earth

Album Review: British Sea Power – Valhalla Dancehall [Rough Trade]


Let’s talk for a minute about Vikings. No, not the football team that hails from Minnesota, but rather the Nordic warriors of ancient times. They’re an important part of our world history, and a bit of a blemish on it too. See, the Vikings started the whole “rape and pillage” movement, which while popular at the time, isn’t the way we do things anymore for good reason. The other side of Vikings was the cool part, huge moustaches and beards, those cool hats with the horns on top, braids and furs as far as the eye can see. They also were big fans of the axe, and after plenty of pints of mead, fights would often break out and people would die. It was a way of life for those Vikings. Anyways, according to their mythology, should you die in combat, your spirit goes to Valhalla upon which it will be recruited for the ultimate “Battle to End All Battles”. It’s sort of an ancient “Battle Between Heaven and Hell” thing, further details of which I do not care to explain. The point in all this? British Sea Power have a new album coming out next week, and the title is “Valhalla Dancehall”. If you’re looking for perspective on where the band might be coming from, on this record, look no further than the title.

British Sea Power have never been a band that makes “small” music, but their relatively unknown status in America is amusing considering how massive their songs tend to get. They draw constant comparisons to U2, mostly in the size and scope of their vision and less for the ways in which they sound similar. And while stadiums are surely where their songs sound best, hardly anyone gets to hear them in such a venue. Officially, the last British Sea Power record was 2008’s “Man of Aran”, which was a soundtrack to a fictional documentary of the same name about life on the Aran Islands. That was a different sort of album than what they’ve done in the past, so it’s fair enough to say their other 2008 record “Do You Like Rock Music?” is their last normal-sounding release. Even then, normal-sounding isn’t quite the operative word for this band, because while they trade often on some huge songs, they’re also tricky in avoiding the easier descriptions that box them into a stylistic corner. In between all those stadium rockers have always been little oddities that will graze on light indie pop one minute and delve into dark experimental post-rock the next. Not much has changed on “Valhalla Dancehall”, except for maybe the continued years of making music and performing has them sounding just a little smarter and better than they did last time. Of course last time they also bent over backwards “going big” to the point where the songs were overblown beyond recognition. We’ll fondly remember how this little band burst onto the music scene in 2003 with “The Decline of British Sea Power” and one hell of a great single in the song “Blackout”, but those days have long since passed and they remain ostensibly a charicature of what they once were.

In the realm of gigantic rock songs, “Valhalla Dancehall” starts out with a doozy. “Who’s In Control” is a highly political anti-government anthem that seizes the zeitgeist of the times by actively protesting all the cuts being made to programs in Britain and the cost being handed down to the citizens. If you paid enough attention to the news in the last couple months, you may have seen loads of angry British students on the streets screaming about the increased cost of university tuition. Prince Charles and his wife Camilla had their vehicle attacked and pelted with rocks and other things when they drove through the crowds. With Scott Wilkinson’s scruffy and brash vocals, along with a more than healthy amount of cursing, “Who’s In Control” deserves to serve its function as a modern-day protest song. Somebody latch onto it, please. After such a rousing start to the record, British Sea Power try to go even BIGGER with “We Are Sound”, and quickly they head right back into the excessive and bland territory that got them in trouble last time around. A bit better is “Georgie Ray”, a piano ballad that strongly echoes 80s David Bowie. There’s a certain cheese factor to it, but the band doesn’t push it and so it turns out to be one of the better songs on the album. “Stunde Null” is another quick and dirty rock song with buzzsaw guitars and a very healthy tempo. The real problem it has is with the lyrics. The song title is repeated over and over and OVER again to the point of ad nauseum, probably in the hope you’ll get it stuck in your head. It succeeds, but does so while annoying. If you heard the band’s “Zeus” EP last year, you got a preview of a couple “Valhalla Dancehall” tracks in the form of “Mongk” and “Cleaning Out the Rooms”. The former is actually titled “Mongk II” on the full length, as the track is re-worked a bit from its original version to throw Wilkinson’s vocals into a vocoder and roughing up the electric guitars a little more. Does it make the song any better than the pretty mediocre original? Not really. “Cleaning Out the Rooms” is the same between EP and album, and it’s still a 7 minute giant of a song that plays beyond its means. This time there’s a full orchestra to help bring some serious post-rock Sigur Ros swells to the proceedings. It’s nice as a concept and as something that breaks away from the overall blandness of the standard stadium rock fare, but with all the excess still happening instrumentally there’s still some issues. Perhaps the most interesting track on the album is also the shortest. “Thin Black Sail” is a quick slap in the face, psychedelic punk rock track that’s over almost as soon as it began. It’s rather exciting to hear British Sea Power try something so white hot and off the rails. Positioned between the two longest songs on the album though, it’s an extra tough transition into the eleven minute “Once More Now”. That really does push an experimental and post-rock edge, and while it isn’t as busy of a track, there are still flutes and violins and weird scratching sounds that pop up over the course of it. The issue “Once More Now” has is that there’s very little reason to extend it to 11 minutes because it becomes a drag after about 6 or 7. The slightly more modest arrangement suits the band, but here’s one case where they try to do too much with too little. It’s the sort of song that’d work as an adrift album closer, but the band apparently felt differently. “Heavy Water” officially ends “Valhalla Dancehall”, and the mid-tempo rock song comes across like British Sea Power on autopilot. It’s a disappointing way to end a record that boasts a couple of interesting and different things from the band than we’re normally used to.

Essentially, “Valhalla Dancehall” would be seen as “just another British Sea Power album” had it not followed the massively bland offering that was “Do You Like Rock Music?” (again, casting “Man of Aran” aside). As a result it’s easy to say the band has improved since their last full length, even in some respects over the randomness that was last year’s “Zeus” EP. They’ve toned down a majority of their bad habits, though those still rear their ugly heads on a handful of tracks. They also try and venture into new territory, and that’s both admirable and a poor choice given that they aren’t always successful in those attempts. Better to try something new over doing something you know doesn’t work. Really though, British Sea Power have proven they absolutely can write big stadium rock songs and make them great, the issue is that those flashes of brilliance typically only show up once or twice an album. The rest is just gross, marginal excess. What remains interesting about British Sea Power though is that despite how continually huge their sound tries to be, they always throw in a few curveball tracks in the form of minor pop arrangements or weird soundscapes. They haven’t yet come upon true balance in their sound, something that would sustain for one entirely solid album, great or horrible. Their debut “The Decline of British Sea Power” came closest, and they haven’t looked back ever since. When they pull for mainstream audiences by trying to be larger than life, it comes off as phony and excessive, which turns the intended target off. When they get down an offbeat path trying to curry favor with indie kids and innovators, the attempts are offset by the crap that surrounds it. In other words, British Sea Power can’t win. They haven’t been able to do so thus far in their careers and “Valhalla Dancehall” falls right in line as well. When we’re talking about where this new record stands in terms of the band’s catalogue, somewhere in the middle is the proper answer even though it doesn’t mean much. Until they can find some true focus and are able to make a record that doesn’t ever sound like it was intended to be played in a room full of thousands of people, they won’t ever actually play to a room full of thousands of people. Funny paradox, isn’t it, having to “go smaller” to get big. Not many bands have that problem, but British Sea Power are one of them. We’d give up on them if they didn’t make those three or four songs each record that were genuinely great and showed serious promise for their future. “Valhalla Dancehall” has that quality about it, and if you want to do the band a favor, you’ll take the free downloads below and nothing more. One can hope that the wake up call they so desperately need might be delivered in the form of poorer than usual record sales. The call is yours though, and if you’re reading this before or around the album’s release date, take the full stream link below into account before jumping in with both feet. You may be looking to soak in the hot tub, but a pool of tepid water is no hot tub.

British Sea Power – Who’s In Control
British Sea Power – Living Is So Easy

Stream the entire album at The Onion’s AV Club

Preorder “Valhalla Dancehall” from Amazon

Pick Your Poison: Wednesday 1-5-11

Things are picking up. People are waking up from their post-holiday hangovers and the inbox has begun to bear a more normal load. So today’s Pick Your Poison looks pretty promising. I can recommend tracks from Ben + Vesper, The Sound of Growing Up, Swimclub, and Tape Deck Mountain. You should also take particular note of the band Middle Brother, which is comprised of members from Dawes, Deer Tick and Delta Spirit. Sex Beet’s cover of Sonic Youth’s “Dirty Boots” isn’t half bad either, and that’s something you might want to try out.

Ben + Vesper – Knee-Hi Wall

THE DiSCiPLiNES – KiLL THE KiLLJOY

Easter Island – Proud

Middle Brother – Me Me Me

Mind Spiders – No Romance

Sex Beet – Dirty Boots (Sonic Youth cover)

Some Community – Random Words

The Sound of Growing Up – The Kite

Swimclub – She’s A Teaser

Tape Deck Mountain – It Goes Down

Wake Up Lucid – Sugar

Win Win – Releaserpm ft. Lizzi Bougatsos (Nadastrom Moombaton Remix)

SOUNDCLOUD

Crystal Bright & the Silver Hands – 01 Little Match Girl by Deus Ex Machina Publicity

MONA – Trouble On The Way by Press Here

EP Review: Klaxons – Landmarks of Lunacy [Polydor]


It took three and a half years for Klaxons to create the sophmore album that was 2010’s “Surfing the Void”, the space cat artworked follow-up to 2007’s “Myths of the Near Future”. While bands taking that long to come up with a new record isn’t that uncommon, what many didn’t hear about was the band’s failed attempt at recording their second record in the fall of 2008. They lined up Simian Mobile Disco’s James Ford to produce the album and went to France to work with him. Upon completion of that album at the end of ’08, the band’s label listened to it and rejected it for being “too experimental”. An easier way to read into that was to say Klaxons, who had been saying prior to these recording sessions they were looking to move in a far more prog-rock and psychedelic direction on their new album, actually followed through and the result was a collection of songs that were hard to market. It sounded like a different band than the one that by themselves created the term “nu-rave” (a term they had grown to hate), and perhaps the biggest worry was that such a change in style would completely eradicate the solid fan base already built thanks to danceable cuts like “Golden Skans” and “From Atlantis To Interzone”. After the label’s rejection of their prog-rock opus, Klaxons then retreated back to the studio in late 2009 with new producer Ross Robinson to make “Surfing the Void”, a kinetic and loud record that was unique in how it skirted the line between dance record and psychedelic freak out. In other words, it was a compromise between band and label, one that worked out to relatively positively positive reviews but slightly diminished sales. Perhaps to try and pull in some extra good will, or just because they knew nothing would become of them anyways, this past Christmas, Klaxons bestowed upon us a free EP titled “Landmarks of Lunacy”. Posted on their website, it’s a set of 5 aborted songs from their sessions with James Ford that never saw the light of day.

You would think that with a member of Simian Mobile Disco behind the boards, making a fast-paced dance album would be pretty easy to do. That’s not what Klaxons had in mind on the songs that make up the “Landmarks of Lunacy” EP though, and they were true to their word in venturing out into much more psychedelic territory. There’s a certain calm and trippy atmosphere permeating these tracks, even if it doesn’t quite reach its full potential until the 7+ minute “Marble Fields” that closes the EP out. On the opening track “The Pale Blue Dot”, the booming drums seem to have dominance as most everything else is pretty sparse until the chorus hits home. That’s when the watery guitars make a bit of racket and veer off the reservation for some brief moments before getting back on track. The doubled over, often harmonized vocals work well in this case, matching well with your traditional oddball Klaxons lyrics referencing everything from a “terra rusty tone” to the “infinite being clouds”. That being said, the track is also just a little bit boring, primarily because it doesn’t have enough going on to justify the direction it takes. The same could be said for “Silver Forest”, though it does have a bit more going for it on a few different sides. The more liberal use of piano is nice, as are the echo effects applied to some of the vocals. The only thing missing from the song is tempo – were the pace to move about 1.5x faster than it currently is, a hit single would emerge. “Ivy Leaves” gets really out there, choosing to float in the ether of spacey electronic background noise as the vocals sit front and center. There’s not much in the way of a chorus while drum machine beats build and grow louder and more insistent to the point where they almost explode. Just when you expect the whole track to break wide open and skyrocket into this massive heavy guitar hook, the bottom drops out and you’re back to the quiet provided by that anti-gravity electro minimalism. It can come off like wasted potential, but there’s something to be admired in the restraint the band shows in such a situation. Guitars are entirely absent from “Wildeflowers”, a slow march that gets by on keyboards, a quivering organ-like instrument, and percussion that feels like it comes from banging around random kitchen objects at the same time. Thematically it’s in perfect alignment with the trippy vibe the EP is supposed to exude, but unlike the previous three tracks there’s little redemption to be found here. The melody stays almost exactly the same from start to finish while the chorus just doesn’t quite have the strength to stick with you long enough to be memorable. The singular track you’re sure to not forget on this five track ode to experimentation though is closing number “Marble Fields”. Pink Floyd is not a name to be referenced lightly, and to be clear Klaxons are no Pink Floyd, but were that seminal band to get back together and make a new record, “Marble Fields” might be what it’d sound like today. It is the one song that holds echoes of modern psychedelia through and through, with the band utilizing most everything in their arsenal to create this epic and rather exciting track. The opening piano line comes off as dark and paranoid, and then the fuzz-riddled guitar enters the picture and pushes that idea further into the “bad trip” scenario. There’s an uptick in the mood around the pretty catchy chorus, and the vocal harmonies and roundabout backing vocals are nothing short of impressive. Somewhere around 4 minutes in, the track begins its slow descent into overwhelming noise. Starting with a rather strong drum freak out, waves of guitars and electronic drone build up and wash over the vocals until they’re completely buried. The final minute sounds a whole lot like a person trying to sing underwater, just a whole bunch of nonsensical electronic gurgles. It’s a good thing the band chose to end with that, because you don’t really come back from it, with good reason.

Undoubtedly, Klaxons unleashed the “Landmarks of Lunacy” EP to see what kind of reaction these heretofore rejected songs would generate. The unfortunate truth seems to be that it was a wise move to not include them on the band’s second record. That’s not to say there isn’t value in most of these songs or that the band needed to make something more marketable like they eventually wound up doing, but it’s more about the fine line between good and bad. There are so many great psych-pop records out there that don’t work on a verse-chorus-verse system or have a listener-friendly angle to them, Klaxons just haven’t created one of those. A couple of these tracks are great on paper and show all sorts of potential, but there’s always a thing or two they’re lacking to make them truly excellent. The lone exception is “Marble Fields”, which puts everything else to shame while proving the band has it in them to craft something both wildly experimental and engaging. If they could make an entire record with songs as great as the last one on this EP, that’d be worth putting out, record label be damned. As it stands, the band is handing you this entire EP as a free download, so paying absolutely nothing for it feels like the price is right. You may very well like or even grow to love some of these songs, meaning they’re worth at least listening to once out of curiosity. For those with the time and a bit of hard drive space to spare though, take the full download as there’s no harm in it. What can we expect from the next Klaxons record? It’s still way too early to speculate, but if songs like the sharply experimental ones on the “Landmarks of Lunacy” EP were originally intended for release back in 2008, we truly can’t tell what sort of headspace they’ll be in come 2011 or 2012.

Click here to download the full “Landmarks of Lunacy” EP

The Pale Blue Dot by klaxons

Silver Forest by klaxons

Ivy Leaves by klaxons

Wildeflowers by klaxons

Marble Fields by klaxons

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