Archive for September, 2008

Shudder To Think: 50,000 B.C.

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

With cohesive songs, consistent, rock-standard instrumentation, slick grooves, and downright catchy, accessible melodies, you would have no idea that this was the same band that released Pony Express Record three years prior. For their last album, though, Shudder To Think went with a slick, kinky-sex vibe that is completely at odds with the overt brashness of their previous release.

In fact, these tunes are so good, with the repressed sexuality of the simmering grooves clashing with the blatant perversion in the lyrics, and the song’s sections are connected to each other seamlessly enough, that they don’t really need to obfuscate things with off-kilter time signatures and abrupt shifts. For the most part, they don’t, and let the songs work on their own, but they still get in the way a few times, most notably by adding an extra beat here and there in “Call Of The Playground.”

And in fact, these songs are so good that it’s bordering on 4.5 lunchboxes. My main complaint is that almost all of these are catchy in parts, and with the pressure-building restraint the band exercises, it feels like threr should be some kind of satisfying explosion in most of them. That never happens, though, and the listener’s desire is left unrequited. I like wanting more, but this could use at least a little gratification.

Rating:

Mixers:
“Call Of The Playground,” “Beauty Strike,” “Survival,” “Hop On One Foot”
Keepers:
everything else
Filed Between: Pony Express Record
and Silverchair (”Tomorrow”)

Holy Crap

Monday, September 29th, 2008

Scarlett Johansson ended up marrying a guy who looks exactly like me.  Seriously, the resemblance is uncanny…I think we must have been separated at birth.

Who knew?

Led Zeppelin: Coda

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

I have just about completed my collection of the second tier of Led Zeppelin albums. Seriously, I have almost the exact inverse of the Zep CDs you’re supposed to have. I don’t have I, II, Houses of the Holy, or Physical Grafitti, but I do own III, Presence, and now Coda. All I need to completely my collection of tepidly-received Zeppelin output is In Through The Out Door, and even that sold six million copies. Heck, the only reason I have IV is because J-mez gave it to me.

Of course, it’s not at all a coincidence that the ones I own are also the ones that get “The Nice Price” sticker on them. Some people listen to an artist chronologically. Others start with their most highly-rated stuff and work their way down until they don’t like it anymore. Me? Well, there’s still a part of me that thinks I’m eventually going to own every CD I desire, so I often take the ridiculous strategy of buying the cheapest stuff when it’s on sale because, you know, I’ll own it all eventually so I should take advantage of price breaks.

Anyway….

The aptly-named Coda is a collection of odds and ends that was released in 1982, after drummer John Bonham had died and the band had broken up. And it feels like it, with Page adding lots of early-80s studio magic on top of everything in order to make it releaseable and a scarce cohesion only provided by the strong blues influence threading its way through these eight tracks.

While it feels patched together, the individual songs are all so good that the sum of its parts is still a pretty sizeable sum. “Poor Tom” starts off as a slow, standard blues-structured track and develops sonically and lyrically as it advances. Apparently Zep felt like they needed to usurp one more stylistic element from early-20th-century blues songwriters and so craft their own tale of murder inflicted upon an unfaithful woman. Enlightened, I know. “We’re Gonna Groove” and “Ozone Baby” are up to par, Page’s guitar work on “I Can’t Quit You Baby” is for the ages, and “Walter’s Walk” is a very good but unexceptional romp on Zep’s more-rocky, less-bluesy side. The highglihts are “Darlene” (I don’t care what anybody says, Plant is singing “Double E,” not “Darlene”) and “Wearing And Tearing.” The former features a great three-note ascending riff repeated right before the chorus to ramp things up and a marvelous piano solo that makes this a unique number in the band’s catalog. “Wearing And Tearing” closes things out and it’s so good and so Zep that you can’t believe it didn’t see the light of day until this album.

The Led Zeppelin section of my CD library may confound scholars of the rock and roll canon, but I love III and BBC Sessions and I can’t say I’m at all unhappy to have added Coda to the regarded-as-middling mix. In fact, given my propensity to completely disagree with conventional wisdom about a band’s strongest material and my lower-than-expected rating of IV, I’m almost hesitatnt to get “the good stuff.”

Rating:

Mixers: “I Can’t Quit You Baby,” “Darlene,” “Wearing And Tearing”
Non-keepers:
“Bonzo’s Montreux”
Filed Between: Presence
and BBC Sessions

Julie Payne: One World Cafe Presents

Friday, September 26th, 2008

On our way home from a weekend of golf and sorbet in Moscow, ID last summer, we stopped for breakfast at the One World Café, where a pile of free Julie Payne CDs was sitting by the cash register. The rules say you pick those up and put them into the collection, and so here I am 14 months later reviewing these three folk songs advertising Payne’s then-upcoming performance at said venue.

If you google around for Julie Payne you’ll find a lot of stuff about the actress and, further down, some things about this songwriter/guitarist/singer that say basically that she’s not limited to or defined by the folk genre. That’s stupid; this is folk music: solo acoustic guitar sometimes increasing to two guitars, sparse percussion, a solo vocalist who sometimes harmonizes with herself on the recording, and lyrics about the working class and her offspring. Is “folk” the new “liberal” where people have to hide from it? I don’t get it, there’s nothing wrong with being folk, and when an anti-genre-ist like me so readily classifies something, just embrace it.

Besides, it’s pretty good. So good that I even like the song about her kid(s), “Baby Bird.” The guitar is mic’d too closely and the vocals are too distant, but the music is soothing and well-performed.

The lyrics are evocative, but, well, there’s a reason Joni Mitchell is such a special artist: only she can do what she does. Complaining about a middle class family’s consumption (“The Good Life”) turns me into a free market Republican, and “Internet” is never a good lyric (“Baby Bird”). I don’t even understand most of the lyrics to “The Good Life.” “If this is the good life/Tell me when will it begin.” Huh? Did somebody tell you that working at a gas station was the good life? Are you referencing some politician’s statement that we’re all living the good life? Why would “this” be the good life but not a begun one? When you ask, “Did it pass me by on the way here?” are you implying that the good life used to be working at a gas station? Did these lyrics come out of an automated folk lyric generator?

Still, this is good, and had I spent last August 11th in Moscow, you probably could have found me at One World Café at 8:30 PM to get a little bit more. Lord knows there wouldn’t have been anything else going on.

Rating:

Mixers:
None
Non-keeper:
“The Good Life”
Filed Between:
Mike Patton (Pranzo Oltranzista) and Pearl Jam (Ten)

Matchbox 20: Yourself Or Someone Like You

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

Matchbox 20…For those who feel like Hootie And The Blowfish didn’t water down Counting Crows enough.

Confession: I have a ton of guilt related to this album because at my first post-college job in 1998 a colleague my age planned an outing for his team where they went to a Matchbox 20 concert, and I mocked him for it. I really just mocked Matchbox 20, but he was like 23 and just trying to do something fun for his team, so I guess that makes me a colossal jerk. I mean, add it to the list, you know? What’s worse is that I can’t tell Matchbox 20 from 3 Doors Down or Third Eye Blind, so when you throw in Bush’s album Sixteen Stone they’re all the same crappy band, so I really carry around this guilt for several bands. That’s my punishment I guess.

For my penance, then, I’ll just leave that initial line as my only criticism here of the band. Suffice it to say, I’m not a fan of these anguished vocals over strummy-guitars-leading-to-Southern-fried-mid-90’s-rock. But if you are, you know, that’s cool, especially if your last name has five consecutive consonants in it.

Okay, one more thing, because I can’t resist. Wikipedia reports that “3 A.M.” (you know it, it goes “It’s 3 AM I must be lonely-huh”) is “considered a defining song of post-grunge.” I’ll leave that without comment, because it really sums it all up better than I ever could. Still, if it floats your boat, whatever, you know?

Rating:

Mixers: None
Keeper:
“Long Day”
Filed Between:
Mastodon (Blood Mountain) and a promotional cassette for Material Issue titled Chatter – An Audio Profile

Los Amigos Invisibles: Super Pop Venezuela

Wednesday, September 24th, 2008

This CD came into my my collection via My Baby, as a gift. How she picked it up, I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure it was some kind of promotional thing, which didn’t bode well for its rating. What doesn’t bode well for its review is that this New York-via-Venezuela band spends 18 songs here covering Venezuelan pop music from the 60’s through the 90’s, a decades-and-country combo whose music I am woefully ignorant of.

But while I can’t review the album on its merits as a collection of covers, I can say that it’s still a solid, entertaining listen. Think recent Latino pop with a more modern funk bent, wrap it up into a discoteque feel and give it a through-composed performance feel for almost 74 minutes and you’ve got Super Pop Venezuela.

That mixture is the best part of this album. Most of this could work as is in a nightclub, as well as just one tool in a DJ’s toolkit for the night. There are plenty of mood-setting, hypnotic, danceable beats, but Los Amigos Invisibles add layers of complexity seemingly effortlessly with a gamut of traditional Latin instruments performing in a complex, syncopated rhythmic interplay.

Don’t let the lack of mix CD candidates fool you: I don’t hesitate to recommend listening to this at all, especially in social, fun contexts. When I think of this album abstractly and think of all the great songs on it, I myself have trouble thinking of it only containing two mixers. In fact, if I tended to think of my mixes as nighttime large-group accompaniments, it almost certainly would have had more. Most of these tracks, though, don’t have both a great start and end and some killer compositional element mid-song as my usual mixers do. This album is an easy four lunchboxes, particularly after it really picks up at about track eight or so, and you should definitely consider popping it in for your next fast-paced night out on the town.

Rating:

Mixers:
“Miss Venezuela,” “Media Luna”
Non-keepers:
“Intro,” “All Day Today,” “Curda Y Pan,” “Rosario,” “Dun Dun”
Filed Between:
Loin Groove (Ain’t No Dance Floor Wide Enough) and Los Lobos (How Will The Wolf Survive?)

Programming Note — Comments

Tuesday, September 23rd, 2008

Update: It doesn’t have to be one or the other.  I can leave captchas on for unregistered commenters and if you want to be registered then you won’t see the captcha thing.

Dear Commenters,

I love you. And up until a couple of days ago my love for you was so great that I filtered out dozens of spam comments for every legitimate comment you left. But recently it’s become too much, with over 50 spam comments per day, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.

So you’ll notice I implemented a captcha thing on the comments. My life is way better now and I feel reborn, as I don’t get any spam comments, but I’m using recaptcha and their captchas are kind of hard to read and, as J-mez found out yesterday, if you get it wrong then your comment is lost.

Anyway, I did the captcha thing because my only other option was to make everybody register with a username/password thing, and I much prefer captchas to registering. I assumed you did, too, but if you’d rather have the username/password thing, then let me know. In the end, I want to implement the solution that’s going to reduce the amount of your comments the least.

If we go with the captcha thing, and we’ve already got one vote for keeping it, keep in mind you may want to ask recaptcha for a new visual if you’re not sure about it and/or copy your comment to the clipboard before submitting.

Much love,

KEN

Live At KEXP, Volume Three

Monday, September 22nd, 2008

This collection of live performances, mostly recorded at KEXP’s Seattle studio and all recorded to be broadcast exclusively by KEXP, will naturally be attributed to Various Artists, and seventeen tracks by seventeen performers does make it a compilation album. However, this is a Kevin Suggs and Tom Hall album, and that’s all there is to it. Suggs recorded all but three of these tracks and Hall mixed them all, to incredible sounding results

When Suggs is absent from a track, it’s obvious, as his tracks sound more present, more immediate…more here and now, in other words. As with any compilation album, mediocrity is present, and the occasional complete clunker, like The English Beat’s “Hands Off She’s Mine,” but there’s not a track here I didn’t give serious consideration to keeping just because it all sounds so glorious.

What’s most notable about Suggs’ recordings is that they are all so well tailored for each artist’s performance. This CD covers a wide array of bands and solo artists playing a wider variety of songs and showing up at the studio with instrumentation that may be right out of the studio recording or their live show or some setup that is completely different. Whether it’s the heavy electronic dosage of Ghostland Observatory or Cloud Cult, the stripped-down vocal-heavy-with-guitar-as-bass setup of Grizzly Bear, or Frank Black’s more traditional guitar and mic, Suggs spontaneously records it perfectly, putting his own stamp on every performance.

The discerning reader who is listening along will note that two of the three tracks Suggs didn’t record (“Yr Mangled Heart” by The Gossip and “And I Was A Boy From School” by Hot Chip) are two of the album’s three mix CD candidates and the third one he didn’t record (“Australia” by The Shins) is kept. I have to admit that this might be evidence that Suggs’ levels-high and customized approach is actually harming the output, but still, I’d like to have heard those tracks done by Suggs…I happen to think they’d be even better.

You get a longer intro than most compilation albums, due to the cohesion provided by Suggs, but I still do have a few track-by-track notes.

The Long Winters’ “Pushover” has that strident British vocals thing that hipsters have loved so much for the past thirty years going on, and it usually drives me nuts. This actually has a pretty good song underlying it, though, and as mentioned above, it sounds delicious, so it gets kept.

“Australia” by The Shins is the first non-Suggs track, and his absence is a bit painful here. This sounds a lot like The Cure and might be a very good song with better sound.

When “Move With Your Lover” by Ghostland Observatory starts, it sounds like somebody spent hours in the studio getting just the perfect dynamic mix out of their electronics or as if they’re about to light up a giant, full arena. Then they do their Ghostland Observatory thing where they don’t quite finish writing the song and rely on the early-hook crutch, but it’s still pretty damn good. It would have been a mixer if they could have kept up the momentum up.

Lady Sovereign’s “Public Warning” does that strident British vocal thing, but despite her best efforts, that doesn’t obscure that this rap song rocks it hard. Very reminiscent of M.I.A.

“Hands Off She’s Mine” by The English Beat is that strident British vocal thing over a horrible reggae/ska thing.

Grizzly Bear brings things down a bit for “Knife,” which starts off great, just like “Move With Your Lover,” only in a completely different way evoking pathos instead of triumph, and just like that track it sits in stasis for its remainder.

It’s not as good as Dylan’s version, and “Mr. Tambourine Man” isn’t my fave Dylan track anyway, but I do like to see Cloud Cult doing it here, keeping the Minnesota musician torch burning in the Minnesota family.

So few international acts sing in their native language, and it’s even crazier that the Danish Under Byen does it in theirs since Denmark is one of those countries where everybody aged 10-70 speaks crazy good English anyway. In addition, they reach farther afield from their neighbors Sweden’s and Norway’s traditional sugary pop hooks to Iceland, instead, for this very Björk-like track, “Den Har Sang Handler Om At Få Det Bedste Ud Af Det,” which Google Translate says means “This song is about getting the best out of it.” More interesting than good, it’s still damn good.

The Black Angels do a fine but non-keepable “The Prodigal Son,” due largely to them staying in their single riff for just about the entire song.

“Yr Mangled Heart” by The Gossip is the best track on here. It will move you to spontaneous ridiculous dancing, the best kind.

The Shackletons and Billy Bragg round out the strident British vocal thing. I usually really like Bragg, and this song isn’t terrible, but his banter here is absolutely cringe-inducing and sophomoric. You’re not a comedian, Billy, stick to the sincere.

The sugar-hook pop of “Young Folks” by Sweden’s Peter Bjorn and John gets mixed, but I bet it wouldn’t if I had the original (which I’m predicting would), which features a bit more punchiness from the studio and whose iconic opening whistle is a bit more in tune. It’s just such a good tune that it has to be considered for mixes.

Same goes for Hot Chip’s “And I Was A Boy From School”…it’s a great tune but could stand to be a bit punchier here. It’s very techno/electronica/dancey, but when you get bands like that that still know how to craft a song and include things like blue notes and other soulful elements, it’s so much more meaningful than the all-ecstasy-all-the-time syndrome that plagues most of the genre.

Rating:

Mixers: “Yr Mangled Heart” (The Gossip), “Young Folks” (Peter Bjorn And John), “And I Was A Boy From School” (Hot Chip)
Non-keepers:
“Hands Off She’s Mine” (The English Beat), “Elephant Gun” (Beirut), “The Prodigal Son” (The Black Angels), “Your Movement” (The Shackletons), “Collarbone” (Fujiya & Miyagi), “Waiting For The Great Leap Forwards” (Billy Bragg)
Filed Between:
Live (Secret Samadhi) and Live At Moe 1

Shudder To Think: Pony Express Record

Friday, September 19th, 2008

Some theories of knowledge assert that things we know about get stored in things akin to slots in our brain and that we also put properties that we associate with that object into those slots. It’s hella scientific, I know, but my “knowledge” of Shudder To Think is evidence of this theory. First of all, I never could tell apart Shudder To Think and Built To Spill. Now that I have a CD by one of the bands, though, I have some very clear thoughts on Shudder To Think. Now, though, when I examine my “knowledge” of Built To Spill, I realize that I associate the same properties with Built To Spill that I do with Shudder To Think, suggesting that they still are both stored in the same brain slot, but now share the knowledge I’ve based on my dozen or so listens to the Shudder To Think’s 1994 major label debut, Pony Express Record.

It’s actually probably been closer to 15 or maybe even 20 listens. You see, this might be the most difficult, challenging rock record ever released, and I kind of got obsessed with why it’s such a cult classic. Combine that with a trip spent driving all over Florida where it was the only CD I brought and I forgot the cord for my DMP and you’ve got a recipe for focused listen after listen.

I’ve read a lot about this record, too, and I can tell you that “challenging” and “inaccessible” appear in almost every single write-up of the album. (So does “opera,” but that’s ridiculous…held, warbly vocal notes do not equate to an opera influence. I might let you get by with “operatic,” but there is no opera on this album.) So when my initial reaction to this album was, “What?,” I wanted to spend more time with it to see if, as happened with the similaraly challenging LP2 by Sunny Day Real Estate, repeated listens would wear ruts in my ear drums straight through to the pleasure centers of my brain.

The results bode well for the album, but it’s not good enough to warrant any further comparisons to SDRE’s masterpiece from the year following this disc’s release. The rapid switching between riffs, odd time signatures, and keys now seem expected and planned to me, instead of cacophonous, as they did on the first few listens. The seemingly-meandering vocal lines and accompanying abstruse lyrics (“Boys you’ve got a great house but it’s got major-holes-a-heart-shaped”) now come as expectations that feel right, not surprises or mistakes. And besides the last two tracks, I can find something to like in every song on here. I even found two mixers, the grooving rawk of “9 Fingers On You” and the halting-but-evident build of “So Into You” (originally by Atlanta Rhythm Section), whose intense riff is the album’s best moment by far. In fact, the only other track that was even close to not getting kept was the slow-to-start “Sweet Year Old.”

I didn’t even get sick of it until the last couple of listens, where I had to switch to whatever radio was available on Florida’s Turnpike, which is basically classic rock, a couple of Latino stations, and Jesus-and-9/11 talk radio, so you can imagine how sick of it I was by that point. But this is a very good album. Attributions like “classic” and “masterpiece” are a stretch, but Shudder To Think definitely deserves their due for releasing such an inspired, difficult-to-access album on a major label.

Rating:

Mixers: “9 Fingers On You,” “So Into You”
Non-keepers:
“Trackstar,” “Full Body Anchor”
Filed Between:
Shostakovich (Ballet Suites 1 & 3, Suites 1 & 2 for Jazz Orchestra, cond. Kitaenko, orch. Radio-Sinfonie-Orchester Frankfurt) and Silverchair (“Tomorrow”)

I Leave You Guys Alone For Five Days…

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

…and the entire economy falls in on itself. Makes it tough to enjoy vacations when something always goes drastically wrong. Consider the disasters that have occurred while I’ve been on vacation:

Supreme Count halts Florida recount in 2000
The Christmas Tsunami in 2004

Katrina

The Indonesia Earthquake of 2006
Lehman Bros. bankruptcy and AIG bailout.

I’m sorry. I guess I just won’t take vacation again.