July 6, 2009

Deerhunter: "Rainwater Cassette Exchange".

If Weird Era Continued wasn't enough, then Deerhunter's latest EP, Rainwater Cassette Exchange, is your own personal savior. Packed with the foursome's patented blend of classic rock hooks and driving motorik/shoegazer garage rock, the EP carries on the aesthetic and the amazingly strong songcraft Deerhunter hinted at with Cryptograms and concreted with their bonus EP Fluorescent Grey the same year. Amazing? Perhaps for a band far less creative and true-to-heart (and more than a few come to mind). Deerhunter's output has been frequent, as well as augmented by an unadulterated vision of where modern rock can go, and though that is obviously a feat to most, the band pushes forward with the same confident drive they apply to their soundscapes - annoyingly effortlessly.

Rainwater Cassette Exchange is a logical progression off of 2009's Weird Era Continued, the supplemental full-length LP to the critically acclaimed Microcastle, featuring plenty of reverby overdrive, big motorik percussion, and even a creepy theremin accompaniment on "Famous Last Words". What more can be said of Deerhunter's incandescence? Oh yeah, pick up Rainwater Cassette Exchange on 12" vinyl or colored cassette! Celebrate your analog ancestors!


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June 12, 2009

The Fiery Furnaces: "I'm Going Away".

The Fiery Furnace's sister/brother duo of Eleanor and Matthew Friedberger try on a more traditional rock & roll sound atop their experimental skins with 2009's I'm Going Away, the band's eighth studio album and third on Chicago's Thrill Jockey records, and the resulting twelve songs seem more an appropriation of Joni Mitchell's vocal-driven folk-rock drug over Neil Young's bloody body than a proper follow-up in league with The Fiery Furnace's usually-quirky, spastic neo-new wave freakouts. Quite a different band from 2006's Bitter Tea, yet one would be a bit hasty in completely writing off the soulful duo's latest effort, as there are quite a few shiners here, packed up tightly onto the B-side; namely, "Drive To Dallas", "Lost At Sea", "Take Me Round Again", and "Cups And Punches". If you're looking for a healthy dose of straight-forward indie blues-rock amidst the burgeoning seas of reverby neo-psychedelia and sixties-revival, look no further. The Fiery Furnaces are set to release I'm Going Away on July 1st. Visit thrilljockey.com for more information.


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>>Download "The End Is Near" from The Fiery Furnaces' I'm Going Away!

Music Cop-Outs.

For lack of any original idea this a.m., here's a list I put together a while back that I re-read and found amusing all over again.


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1) When asked what type of music you are into, you reply with far too much glee, "The Beatles!"
-This is scary stuff here. It's scary because for each person I know who drops the Beatles like a warm stool, I find myself contemplating the validity of the very foundation that holds the whole of the music world together: are The Beatles the first boy band? This is like a closed-minded Christian reading Michael Baigent's "Holy Blood, Holy Grail"; terrifying.

2) When providing a top ten list of all-time favorite albums, you hardly escape the year 2000.
- Congratulations, your music collection is now a toddler. Here's an absolute fact: You CANNOT list Death Cab For Cutie's "Transatlanticism" along with "Demon Days" by Gorillaz. This is a cardinal sin, and will not be tolerated. Music existed before 2004 - in fact, looong before - and it would be in your and everyone else's best interest if you realized this ASAP.

3) When criticized for liking mainstream Country music, you become offended and "git yer rifle".
- Our country is much too fragile at this point in history for you to further perpetuate our stereotypically hillbilly homelives. Plus, listening to Country music is like drinking warm, stale beer, exclaiming "this beer tastes like piss!", realizing that it is in fact piss, and drinking the rest of it anyway.

4) "That's not music, it's just noise!"
- You do realize this line has been handed down from generation to generation since music was invented in some prehistoric cave system by the first homo sapiens? Johann Sebastian Bach was "noise" at one time or another. As far as I'm concerned, whether I find it aesthetically pleasing or not, as long as it's noise that's arranged onto a media source of some sort in some organized manner, it's music. (This argument is easily challenged by every single album ever made by Limp Bizkit.)

5) "I like music that gets me pumped up!"
- As do I, unless I am trying to sleep or am engaged in any other activity besides toning my beautifully-sculpted biceps. Remember, Charlie Manson got "pumped up" to "Helter Skelter", so much so that he left mementos of his love for the song in blood from his victims' entrails. Ahem...try to be more specific.

6) "They just don't make music like this anymore..." (sigh...)
- (-tear-) I am guilty of this one far too often. Usually, I am listening to some obviously superior masterpiece like "Pet Sounds" or "The Velvet Underground" while that evolutionary nugget of enlightened musical insight settles in atop my superiority complex. However enlightened it might seem, it's as false as Master P's grill - or more importantly, career. What about Low's "Things We Lost In The Fire"? Wasn't it recorded and mastered utilizing a completely analog process? Isn't Stereolab pretty "spacey" and "retro", while taking us to places where Faust and Neu! only served as bricks in the path along the way? It's naive to think that one generation held the key to musical perfection, and that they accidentally locked the key inside the recording studio while recording the long-lost final track of "Abbey Road".

7) "What poor quality audio..."
- A) It was recorded in 1967, you dope. Plus, let's not forget that you are listening to a digital approximation of what the original analog source sounded like (in all its glory). B) There is such a thing as purposeful sound experimentation...see Fly Pan Am's "Ceux Qui Inventent N’ont Jamais Vecu (?)" or William Basinski's magnificent loop experimentation in "The Disintegration Loops I-IV". C) Check the genre listing...ok, now read it aloud..."lo-fi"...right, meaning "lo-fidelity". It's a subgenre. Would you like me to dispose of that Rascal Flatts album you're listening to, or were you gonna' do that yourself?

8) "I hate Coldplay because they are too mainstream."
- I'm really treading dangerous waters here, but this is such a huge cop-out that this list would be a farce not to contain it. Hating an artist for their successes is like arguing against sexual promiscuity because you're a eunuch. Do you really hate the music, or do you hate the idea of success other than your own? Another reason this is such a huge cop-out is because so many "hipsters" these days (and I have yet to hear from someone a definition of just what that is...) commodify their indie-loving status by shunning any and all mainstream music - regardless it's positive or negative sonic qualities. Why, then, are you telling me how much you love The Beatles? What about those "traitors" Nirvana, who managed to change modern mainstream rock music by infiltrating the genre and injecting into it their own brand of fad and popular music-hating grunge? Your arguments fall as flat as your carefully flat-ironed emo comb-over. (By the way, I do hate Coldplay, save for a brief stint around the release of "A Rush Of Blood To The Head" [if you don't fess up now to jumping on the Coldplay coffee-cart at one point or another, I will hack into your computer and send a copy of "Clocks" from your iTunes to every single person in your address book], but mostly because I hate, and have ALWAYS hated, U2.)

9) When asked your musical tastes, you upturn your nose, look left and proclaim "My tastes are rather eclectic."
- Oooohhh boy, I am going to have fun with this one. This statement drives me absolutely bat-s**t crazy - almost as crazy as finding it necessary to censor myself. If your musical tastes are so diverse and nonconforming, you better well have a huge list of titles that I've never heard of. The problem is this: very seldom do I meet someone who tells me how "eclectic" their musical tastes are that don't actually mean "I'm just one more Deadhead". Am I missing something by having never listened to any Grateful Dead album in its entirety? In my opinion, definitely not - unless of course you count that I'm obviously not "eclectic" (in much the same way I am or am not a "hipster", depending on how self-righteous the looker). Here is an example of someone who might have the balls to announce their "eclecticity": any person who listens to and ENJOYS Kidz Bop (enter album number here), Joe Maneri's "Paniots Nine" and owns an unhealthy amount of Klezmer recordings (vinyl, of course). (So, for example, I am definitely NOT eclectic, as I only enjoy Maneri's "Paniots Nine", though genuinely so.)

May 21, 2009

Tortoise: "Beacons Of Ancestorship".

Post-Rock's foster family returns with another letter to their adopted subgenre, and this time around, it tells of the once-loved derelict's direct relatives and experimental visionaries in their glory days. Originally conceived somewhere between Silver Apples' eponymous 1968 classic and Slint's brooding prog-meets-spoken word release Spiderland in 1991, Post-Rock's numerous progenitors, including the tumultuous garage rock-meets-oscillating synth drone of Silver Apples, the goofy krautrock of Faust and Neu!, the funky motorik grooviness of Can and, of course, the lush and often-rocking free-jazz of post-new wavers Talk Talk, all flash in and out of consciousness amidst the forty-five minutes of Tortoise's followup to 2004's It's All Around You, being 2009's Beacons of Ancestorship. Like a kick in the pants to the prodigal son who took off with the family's wealth and worthiness, Beacons of Ancestorship assumes a new message to its forlorn adoptee: "I never knew the kid." Yet, the essential ingredients to the Post-Rock equation are all there, including spacey ambience and heavy percussion. So, what makes Beacons a letter of resignation to the most immobilizingly broad trash heap of all the flavors of modern experimental music? Simple - attitude.

A sharp turn from the emotionally-impacting jazz-rock and tribal aesthetic of It's All Around You, Beacons cuts a straight edge into the yet-unmolded future of experimental rock, or whatever might someday be considered "Post-Post-Rock". Its linear compositions, though sonically, invitingly improvisational, weld forever shut the gashes that bleed the Post-Rock lifeblood into ultimately thin and substanceless works of countless followers, focusing on tightly realized and melodic songs which can be taken apart from or in line with the whole. An epic by every definition, Beacons could be the post-prog of the future, which is quite a hefty role to fill by any group aside from such a continuously cutting-edge act as Tortoise. Highlights of this charmingly atypical release include "High Class Slim Came Floatin' In", showcasing a near-perfect melding of nu-jazz and motorik percussion a la Faust; "Prepare Your Coffin" and the equally beautiful, sinister and winding "Gigantes", as well as the surprisingly masterful post-punkery of "Yinxianghechengqi". Other highlights include "The Fall of Seven Diamonds Plus One", "Monument Six One Thousand" and "Charteroak Foundation". Beacons of Ancestorship available 6.23.09 on CD/LP/MP3 from Thrill Jockey records. Visit thrilljockey.com for more info.


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>>Download "Prepare Your Coffin" from Tortoise's Beacons of Ancestorship!

March 10, 2009

Kicking Out The Jams: An Interview with Archer Prewitt.

"The Bangtails was my first exciting foray into melody again; instead of just listening to it on records, I was creating it," says Archer Prewitt, lead guitarist of The Sea and Cake and singer/songwriter commanding a rather laconic solo career; it's about twenty after five in the afternoon, and I'm still sorting through questions, review mock-ups and biographical information, having literally rushed straight home from my day job in which I pose as a mild-mannered IT professional. Archer has been sick most of the week, and although he sounds rather knocked out during most of our interview, a spark of enthusiasm seems to leap from the artist within as important and genuinely interesting topics arise. "I heard them practicing in the sculpture studio at the art institute where I was going, and they sounded great, they sounded like The Jam, you know, they sounded like The Who and The Beatles and The Jam all mixed into one, and I thought 'Wow, this is great'. I marched in there and I said 'You guys are fantastic, when are you playin' out?"

We've only discussed some influential artists to Archer's solo work, and his marked inhibitions as a stage performer, though rightfully so, as someone who does not genuinely enjoy the spotlight; "I think the problem I have with playing solo is that on any given night on tour or even locally, I could be in a more vulnerable state than others; I think by and large I'm coming out of that vulnerability and I can sort of put on a brave face and get on stage. Otherwise, I think you can get in a sort of a dark place where you don't feel like your music's any good or that you should be on stage playing," he says, and you've got to give it to the guy; it takes guts and a burning passion for something beyond recognition, or fame or even money to do what he does - to bring yourself face-to-face with the devil, look him in the eye, and sing your heart out.

"When that band was slowly falling apart, Mike Sump looked me up and he said 'I need a bass player,' and I said, 'Well I've been messing around on bass,' and that's all it took," Archer recounts, speaking of his fortuitous enrollment in The Bangtails, which marked his introduction into the world of melodic pop music. He explains further of his early days as a musician, "I started with drums, and then I was doing backup singing, and then I started pretty early on with a hardcore punk band...so that was a lot of emotion, just beating the hell out of a drum set; then I slowly moved into pop and more experimental stuff. Eventually I started plunking around on guitar about twenty-one, and then I just slowly developed songs that I felt like I wanted to sing; it fell into The Coctails at that point."

I'm listening with intent as Archer explains further the progression from his role as bass player in The Bangtails to guitarist in The Coctails; "I'd add these sort of weird, melancholy tunes to this kind of...bubbly pop, and it was kind of an odd mix," he says, and I'm quick to agree. The Coctails put out nearly five full-length albums, and even the most blatant lo-fi rocker of the lot, being 1994's Peel, felt thoroughly estranged from one song to the next; Archer did indeed bring his sentimental guitar tunes to a mix of jangly, almost grungy garage rock, and the concoction amounted to a slightly pulpy pop experiment - pop that pulls out all the stops. He opines of this experience, "It pulled me out of the shadows in terms of where I felt like I belonged, with what I was doing, and it put me into a situation where I sort of had to think, 'If I'm going to do this, I'm going to just keep improving, keep writing a better song.'"

I shift the focus from songwriting back to performance, and ask him about his experience as guitarist of The Sea and Cake; I'm wondering whether he isn't more at home behind his black, Dano-style Jerry Jones guitar with that lonely, neglected microphone a comfortable distance in front of him. "I keep trying to get Sam [Prekop] in the middle of the stage, but he always prefers that off-center thing, and so I feel a little weird even though the spotlight isn't on me," to which I jest how center-stage he usually is because of this. "I know," he laughs, "I don't like it. I keep trying to change it, but [Sam] won't change; he's very superstitious about changing things. He's always painted on the same beat-up old chair even though it's painful to sit on, and he's always on that side of the stage - even from the first show we've ever done." Then again, why fix it if it ain't broke?

When asked a little more specifically about the inhibitions involved in solo performance, Archer offers his remedy; "I keep my eyes closed, and that helps," he says, rather matter-of-factly. "When there's a moment in a song that I feel like I can go on auto-pilot, I'll look out a little bit...but it's not a good idea," he chuckles. "I've had my moments of confidence."

There's a good number of those moments embedded in his first album on Thrill Jockey, 2002's Three. One wonders, even upon first listen, just how Archer manages to find such an effortless flow between the emotional, sentimental, flowery and all-out rocking moments. "I write a series of songs and think if they can all work together in a record; I definitely delete songs that aren't going to work and, with the help of the band, omit songs that don't flow or mesh. I also feel that I don't want to create a sleeper of a record; I have a fairly laconic voice and I think there's an inclination now to avoid stretching things out too much and to have moments of excitement in a record. I feel like some songs I purposefully inject some heavier moments, if the song feels like it needs it." Three is also very much a memento of love's power and beauty, embodied within that special someone; "That was just being in love with the woman I ended up marrying," he explains of Three's lightheartedness, "and also sort of putting away past romances that didn't work out and closing the door on those things. So it was both very positive and sunny, but it had its moments of reflection."

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was perfectly contrasted by 2005's Wilderness, with its stark and tortured subject matter. "I was picking from some really old tunes that I'd never written lyrics too; there were some darker, stark musical periods that I'd gone through that I had documented lots of music but no lyrics. After my father passed away, all of a sudden lyrics would come more freely, and I was aware that these songs could possibly work now. I was digging up some ancient, ancient material for that, and writing new stuff too. 'Oh Lord' was probably over ten years old, as well as 'O, Ky'," he says of some of the more intimate songs off the record.

I'm finally asking him the question I love torturing everybody with: "Could you supply your top ten list at this time?" We'll save the list for our Kitty Digs, however, and ask a more pertinent question instead: Will there be a sneak preview of any new material at March 27th's Empty Bottle show? "Yeah, there's some new material I'm trying to finish for presentation to the band; I've been working on some newer songs that we may or may not be able to work up to their full potential, or at least a presentable one. That said, there's like three songs that are newish, if we don't get the brand new songs done; they've only been played a handful of times live and only maybe once locally."

Archer Prewitt will be performing near Chicago's Wicker Park at the Empty Bottle on March 27th. Doors $10/10pm. Come enjoy an evening of Archer's unique and elegant pop folk. More information about Archer and the show can be found at thrilljockey.com. Thank you kindly to Archer Prewitt and Paco Barba at Thrill Jockey records.

February 24, 2009

Thank You, And Good Night: An Evening With Thank You.

Large, warehouse-type space; dingy, scuffed wood flooring and DIY-chic paint job; floor kit, riser kit and four large monitors, lit by warm red spotlights; this is the scene my notebook painted as the first act took the...um...floor, opening for Baltimore's Post-Kraut trio Thank You. Shred Aquarium quirkily clamors to life, sounding something like Bill Frisell's Naked City days, bringing only a meandering, overdrive-laden guitar and rolling toms and snares to the Post-Rock equation that all too often requires nearly three times as many warm bodies. Between songs, it appears as though the duo is naming their tunes spontaneously - as if the tunes might write themselves to life; "This next song is called...Abada Abada Abada SHREK!". The clumsy rock proceeds. Shred Aquarium gives up the floor to Mi Ami, a Post-Punk/Shoegaze quartet from Cali. After berating half the crowd for squatting, the group explodes into a tumultuous conglomeration of shrieks, squeals, fuzz-wah bass and Dance-Punk drums. Around 9pm CST, Thank You takes the stage, joking with the crowd as they calibrate their organs, guitars, jingle bells and gym whistles. The group opens with "Empty Legs", the opening track from 2008'sTerrible Two, which chugs along at the mercy of a driving drum beat before erupting into a buzzy guitar opus. Chicago's West Suburbs rattle through the foggy windows of the AV-aerie as Thank You pounds out each tune mercilessly, abruptly closing with the skittering "Pregnant Friends" and wishing all a pleasant evening. The trio of Michael Bouyoucas, Jeffrey McGrath and Elke Wardlaw celebrate the release of their third LP, and first on Chicago's Thrill Jockey label. For more Thank You tour dates, check www.thrilljockey.com.

February 16, 2009

Thank You @ AV-aerie.

Come join me and the folks at Thrill Jockey records for a night of great music! Thank You will be performing with special guests Mi Ami on Tuesday, Feb. 17th @ AV-aerie. Doors 7pm/$8. www.thrilljockey.com