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> from the editor We talk a lot about sustainability at Cowbell. We have an entire section—Green Mind—devoted to the subject. But what does “sustainability” mean for bands and labels? It’s not just about greening tours and cutting down on label-related waste. It’s also about carving out a personal space where you can survive the ups and downs a very mercurial industry. Small-scale operations designed to keep themselves afloat, opposed to the resource-wasting bloat of the majors, indie labels have been sustainable businesses since long before the term entered the marketing lexicon.

That goes for the good labels, at least: The smart ones and the honest ones. They’re sadly rarer than you might think, and that’s why it’s important to celebrate them, especially as the whole concept of a “label” is changing by the day. This month’s cover stars, Superchunk, have released the bulk of their music, save a few early records on Matador, on Merge Records, the label co-owned by ’Chunk members Mac McCaughan and Laura Balance. For more than 20 years now, Merge has been one of the standards by which to judge other indie labels. Holding to a few basic principles—release music you love; treat bands with respect; don’t overspend—Merge has not only stayed afloat, it’s grown, sometimes dramatically, and all without turning into a mini-major.

It’s even tougher to achieve that sort of independence as a filmmaker. (Many “indie” studios are the same old zillion-dollar operations these days.) Given the cost and effort involved in producing an even marginally well-made film, directors have to go running to moneyed patrons at some point. For a filmmaker to achieve the same independence that indie musicians take for granted—to do what they want, when they want, and not just for one movie, but across two, three, sometimes four decades—is about as astounding as a label that starts with a single seven-inch and winds up releasing several hundred records.

Not that Werner Herzog—profiled in this month’s film section—is wholly independent.

(Again, few filmmakers are.) He’s released movies through major studios; he’s worked with guys who’ve starred in Jerry Bruckheimer flicks. But as far as I can tell—I’m not familiar with every second of his filmography—he’s never once put his name on a film that wasn’t 100 percent the film he’d set out to make. There are, of course, the epic and uncompromising portraits of freaks, outcasts and obsessives he released in the ’70s. Films like The Engima of Kaspar Hauser and Stroszek re-imagine the medium as a place where those outcasts are celebrated instead of marginalized; Fitzcarraldo is the perfect example of Herzog’s drive to realize the movie in his head at the expense of his physical, mental and financial health.

But look at Herzog’s 21st-century trajectory, especially 2009’s astoundingly weird and weirdly affecting Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans. On the surface, everything about BL: PoCNO screams “movie you’d rent for a dollar on your way out of the grocery store if there was nothing else halfway decent available.” A Nicolas Cage crime thriller that swipes the title (and the basic conceit) of another film? Really, Werner? Yet even in this Cinemaxat-3-a.m. context, there are moments of sublime oddness (that damned iguana) that are pure Herzog. Like Merge, the rarity of Herzog’s commitment is worth celebrating as well; it would be even if he wasn’t also a genius. You may not always enjoy every film the man makes—just as you may not enjoy every record Merge puts out—but you have to respect his ability to twist even the crassest commercial project to his own Wernerish ends.

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6 Pedal Power A Danish blogger tries to bring bicycles to the world

46 Werner’s World Dwarves, steamships, sweaty Nic Cage: The movies of Werner Herzog

14 Dungen Swede oneman band brings back the heavy side of the ’70s

24 Phil Selway Radiohead’s drummer temporarily hangs up his sticks

8 D.I.Y. How to build your own indoor garden

48 Rock and Rule Wacko animated musical combines Heavy Metal with heavy metal

16 Of Montreal Kevin Barnes trades indie rock for psychedelic soul

28 Les Savy Fav Onstage chaos reigns for these Brooklynites

18 Aloe Blacc R&B wunderkind chronicles life during the Great Recession

31 Jazz’s New Generation D.I.Y. artists take big bands to the people

20 Cotton Jones Americana duo finds their way home

34 Daniel Higgs The Lungfish frontman is weirder than you

22 The Playlist Dubstep makes cars go boom, worldwide

44 The Checklist A rundown of the month’s best new releases

10 Mose Giganticus Prog-metallers keep things green 12 Damage Control Three books look for new ways to live in a changing world

50 Pretty Great Performances Longtime character actor John Slattery gets his just desserts 52 Hatchet Blood and guts and screaming, Cajun-style 53 OSS 117 The spy spoof gets a French makeover

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Pedal Power

A Danish blogger is helping the planet re-embrace cycling one bike at a time / by Jess Harvell

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ost of us are looking for reasons to drive less, even if it’s just to free

up a little cash in tighter-than-tight times. So, why do most American commuters choose to drive, or take public transportation, rather than invest in a bicycle? Perhaps because many people still think of bikes less as a mode of transportation and more as a hobby, a way to get some fresh air and exercise on the weekends. ¶ Americans are told that biking will help the environment, but they’re often unaware of the practical (and financial) benefits it might have on their daily lives. And while many city roads have bike lanes, many more do not. Navigating rush hour traffic, surrounded by jittery drivers encased in two-ton hunks of steel, is not a calming thought first thing in the morning.

Mikael Colville-Andersen wants to change the way the great mass of world commuters thinks about bikes. “I used to race when young, but I’m not interested in cycling,” he says “I’m interested in people on bicycles—the anthropological and societal aspects of having large numbers of citizen cyclists on bicycles, and how that strengthens the social fabric of a city.”

It might be odd to hear Colville-Andersen claim he’s not “interested in cycling” considering he runs copenhagencyclechic.com and copenhagenize.com, two bicycle blogs with an international readership, based out of (you guessed it) Copenhagen, Denmark.

But his work as a bike advocate has very little to do with cycling as a sport, a recreational activity or a subculture. Instead, it’s designed to spread the world about a sea change in his home city’s attitude about two-wheeled transportation. Copenhagen, with more than 2.5 million inhabitants in the greater metro area, is a city where more than a quarter of the population rides a bike, every day.

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the rest of the world, city planners began to reshape Copenhagen’s streets to make way for more cars. Bicycle use dwindled, as it did in America. “It took the grassroots movement around the oil crisis in the 1970s to start our journey towards reestablishing the bicycle on our streets. We started rebuilding safe, separated [road] infrastructure [for bicyclists] in the 1980s and haven’t looked back.”

Both of Colville-Andersen’s blogs document this low-key revolution, one that’s literally changed the face of Copenhagen over the last 30-plus years. The city’s residents have slowly abandoned the automobile, en masse, in favor of the bicycle, with modern city planners re-reshaping the streets to make way for new, and safer, bike lanes. These Copenhagenites aren’t necessarily bike obsessives or sustainability activists. They’re regular folks looking for that cheaper, cleaner and, most importantly, easier alternative to the automobile.

“The bicycle is like the vacuum cleaner to us,” Colville-Andersen says.

“It’s just a practical, efficient tool for making our daily lives easier. We don’t identify ourselves as ‘cyclists.’ We just happen to use the bicycle to get around. On any given day in greater Copenhagen, there are 500,000 people on bicycles going to work, school, the cinema, the supermarket.

Actually, Copenhagen removes two to three percent of our car parking [spaces] each year.”

That figure might be a bit hard for Americans to get their heads around. After all, this is a land where street parking is viewed as right rather than a privilege. US cyclists may wonder if it’s even possible to “Copenhagenize” their own cities. But if they’re committed to improving bike culture in their local area, all they have to do is get involved.

Obviously “making the bicycle the quickest way around a city”—and making those new city-wide bike routes safe—isn’t something that “citizen cyclists,” to borrow Colville-Andersen’s phrase, can do entirely on their own. But they can keep tabs on bike-friendly politicians, the ones who will vote to allocate funding to expand and improve bike lanes.

And cyclists can get the word out via the internet and the local news media about important elections, Thirty-seven percent of commuters choose the bike in the City of Copenhagen, city council votes and town hall meetings that afand that number rises to 55 percent in the city center. And [that’s] in one of the fect a city’s bike culture. Cyclists need to let local world’s richest countries.” officials know that they support pro-bike legislation, Colville-Andersen has been invited around the world to speak about Copen- and vote appropriately. hagen’s bike culture, and how its strategies might be adopted in other countries.

Cyclists also have to find new ways to make bikes But he found his way into the world of bike activism almost by accident. “I took appeal to the general population, and that’s where one photo one day on my way to work—I was doing a blogs come into the picture. lot of street photography—of an elegant Copenhagener Focus on biking as part of on a bicycle,” Colville-Andersen says of Cycle Chic’s an overall lifestyle in your origins. “I didn’t notice the bicycle; I saw the light and city, and you’ll reach those the scene.” who might not know what But the photo began to attract attention on the in“fixed gear” means. It’s up ternet. That elegant cyclist happened to be wearing a to cyclists to make biking seem inclusive; even on fashionable skirt rather than, say, your standard pair of a one-on-one level, if you spandex bike shorts. By connecting biking to “fashion and attractive urban living,” Colville-Andersen realized a talk about bikes as tools blog could attract a whole new audience. Cycle Chic has for living, interest will folsince helped to market bikes in Copenhagen by making low. Part-time cyclists in­ bike culture look practical and stylish. “Out of the blue, terested in doing more can [the blog] brought the bicycle back to the public conjoin a bike club or bike adsciousness and made it sexy and cool all over again.” ­— Mikael Colville-Andersen vocacy group. The League Whatever method’s being used to of American Bicyclists has get the word out about bikes, it’s hard to argue with the re- a searchable nationwide database of local bike clubs sults in the city itself: lower pollution, less road congestion, in your area at bikeleague.org. less money spent on fuel, a healthier population. And through Colville-Andersen cities Barcelona, Dublin, Colville-Andersen’s regular photo-and-fact-heavy updates Paris and Seville as cities where bike culture has to his blogs, cyclists around the world have been inspired to recently blossomed. They’re cities as different from follow Copenhagen’s lead. (It certainly helps that both of the each other as Boston is from L.A. Adapting a city’s blogs are available in English.) Colville-Andersen says most unique landscape to make it more bike-friendly of his daily readers come from outside Denmark. takes time, and that’s why it’s important to rememCopenhagen’s retransformation into a bicyclist’s haven ber that it took close to four decades for Copenhagen and a “livable city designed for people, rather than machines” to become such a bike-centric culture. Copenhagenwasn’t entirely without its bumps. “There was some resis- izing your own city won’t be an overnight process, tance back in the day,” Colville-Andersen says. “And even to- but there are plenty of ways for U.S. cyclists to get day motorists complain about parking spots being reclaimed things rolling now. for bicycle infrastructure. But it is, by and large, accepted.

According to Colville-Anderson, the photo on the left— part of a series taken on Nørrebrogade, “the busiest bicycle street in the Western world”—is “Quintessential Copenhagen.”

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The bicycle is like the vacuum cleaner to us. It’s just a practical, efficient tool for making our daily lives easier.”

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d.i.y.

by Jess Harvell

How to Build an Indoor Garden

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Grow your own food year-round with no backyard required

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❑ Seeds ❑ Pots

lants undoubtedly prefer to be outdoors. In a perfect climate,

an outdoor garden gets almost everything it needs—sun, air, water, nutrients from the soil—with very little human intervention required. But plenty of us—especially in urban areas—don’t have the luxury of planting an outdoor garden. Without a patch of dirt to call your own, you might think you’re limited to buying your produce from farmers’ markets and grocery stores. But there’s a lot more to indoor gardening than houseplants and flowerpots.

With a little effort, and some careful maintenance, you can start producing your own veggies from the comfort of your own home, whatever the season. An indoor vegetable garden is the perfect choice for aspiring green thumbs with little direct access to soil. Even a small living space usually has room for a few plants, after all. Just swap out that fern for a tomato plant or a pot full of fresh peppers. And indoor gardens aren’t just for apartment dwellers and city residents. Even those with ample backyards can grow an indoor garden during cold

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❑ All-natural potting soil ❑ Organic compost ❑ A plastic tarp

❑ An oscillating fan

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❑ A rain barrel

winters or particularly harsh summers. By carefully regulating the heat, light and moisture, you can have plants thinking it’s May when it’s really February.

For the most part, growing indoors uses the same process as growing outdoors. There are just a few extra steps to take, and a few extra precautions to be aware of. You’ll have to invest a little money—most outdoor gardens don’t require additional lighting, for instance—and a little time. (And you’ll have to literally get your hands dirty, of course.) But once you realize how easy it can be—and once you’re cooking with your own fresh vegetables—you’ll wonder why you hadn’t turned your home into a garden long ago. What are you using all that floor space for, anyway?

1. Choose a location that gets as much

natural light as possible. The kitchen is your best bet, since a little soil/ water spillage is inevitable, and you want to make clean-up as easy as possible. That’s why you’ll also want to lay a plastic tarp under your garden. Make sure you arrange your gardening pots so the plants have enough space to grow up and out.

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2. You can build a wooden “plot” to house your

garden. (Many garden supply shops have kits/plans, or you can construct your own with just 2 x 4s and nails.) But regular gardening pots will do just fine. Make sure you buy pots that are wide and deep enough to accommodate the type of plants you want to grow; again, the garden supply shop can let you know just how much soil and space each plant needs. Plant the seeds like you would outside. mixing the potting soil with organic compost.

3. Light is the most important part of indoor

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gardening. Unlike moisture and temperature, light is the only thing you can’t easily control. If you have a room with wide windows, and lots of them, great. Plan to plant your garden right under the biggest window that gets the most sunlight every day. If your home doesn’t get a lot of natural light, traditional overhead lighting is not enough; you’ll need a grow light.

Again, make sure you research what kind of grow light you’ll need for both the size of your space and the kind of plants you’re growing. You don’t need an industrial-sized grow light for a one-bedroom apartment.

If you don’t want to keep a grow light on all day, an energy-saving alternative is to hang reflective Mylar sheeting (also available at garden shops) in your indoor garden to amplify the natural light coming in through the windows.

4. You don’t often think about it when grow-

ing outdoors, but plants need fresh air as much as water and sunlight. If your garden’s room has poor cross-ventilation—or if you’re growing during the winter months, especially in a chilly climate where leaving the windows open is not an option—use an oscillating fan to mimic the sensation that your garden is enjoying a nice spring breeze. Place it a few feet from your garden—it doesn’t need to be level with the plants themselves, though it helps—and make sure you don’t leave it on all day. Too much of a breeze is as bad as none at all..

5. Indoors, it’s very important to make sure

your plants are staying properly hydrated.

Artificial lighting produces a lot of heat by itself, and in the winter, the heating system that keeps you warm can turn your nutrient-rich soil mixture into dry, useless dirt.

Check the soil several times a day, but also be careful not to over-water. If you have space, keep a rain bucket outside to collect water; this will definitely cut down on the amount of water you use in the months it takes your garden to bloom.

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Mose Def

A Philly prog-metal band runs on veggie oil / By Jacob Lambert

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or the average band, touring is a difficult proposition:

still has half-hour of pumping the grease into a the rush to and from cities, the endless gear-schlep- processing tank; two hours of warming in a water ping, the loss of proper sleep. All that makes West heater; an overnight cool down to separate water and particulates; and a final, hour-long run through Philadelphia’s Mose Giganticus all the more notable: a series of filters. Only then can they spread their The prog-metal quartet, currently in the thick of a maps, shoot to the next town and thrash through cross-country tour, runs its bus on vegetable oil—a songs about science, technology and escape.

Though the conversion was borne from high gas process that, according to lead singer Matt Garfield, “inprices, its benefits exceed monetary savings. In creases significantly the work that you’re already doing” conversation, Garfield’s affection for the project while out on the road. comes through. “We’ll absolutely stick with it,” he For Garfield, who created Mose Giganticus as a solo project in 1999, the says. “It’s like a job that we can take with us when veggie-car concept sprung from necessity. Before embarking on a 100-date we’re on the road.” He does offer a “disclaimer” to 2008 tour—with gas prices peaking—he and his mates realized prospective tourmates: “Everything there was no way they could make it work with their current you bring on this tour, it’s going to budget. Garfield contacted David Rosenstraus of Braddock, have a fine coating of oil on it,” he PA’s Fossil Free Fuel, a company that specializes in vegetable laughs. “It takes a certain type of oil conversions, and within weeks, the white Mose minibus mentality.” was smelling like a fry cook.

And that mentality might be But running on recycled oil isn’t always easy. The band must catching on—the veggie bus has seek out fuel “pretty much anywhere we are when we need,” become a conversation starter explains Garfield. “We’re flying by the seat of our pants whenwith fellow musicians on the road.

“Other bands see the opportunity ever we roll into town.” When the group is lucky, they’ve made and the advantage that this reparrangements with a restaurant beforehand. If not, a lengthy resents,” says Garfield. “It sparks search is possible. their interest.”

Once they’ve scavenged a usable amount of oil—often in the bleary post-show hours—the work has just begun. The band —Matt Garfield

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We’re flying by the seat of our pants whenever we roll into town.”

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book reviews

Damage Control

Three books look at the drastic state of life on Planet Earth and offer new survival strategies / by Jess Harvell Eaarth: Making a Life on a Tough New Planet

by Bill McKibben

[henry holt and co.]

Bill McKibben is a prescient guy. He was writing about the dangers of climate change— see his bluntly titled 1989 book The End of Nature—well before the phrase entered the mainstream lexicon. When McKibben launched his activist career, global warming wasn’t yet a topic to be discussed around the dinner table. There was no nationwide equivalent to the modern green movement; things we take for granted now, like recycling programs, were still a novelty in some communities.

McKibben hoped the book would be a wake-up call for Middle America on the level of Rachel Carson’s classic Silent Spring. He also worried that he might already be too late.

Twenty-one years later, “green” is a buzzword used to sell everything from cars to condos. Sustainability is no longer a fringe idea; it’s been adopted by millions of “regular” people around the world. Yet in the past two decades, businesses, governments and individuals have continued to despoil the planet; environmental protections have been rolled back,

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rather than strengthened; the natural landscape has been drastically altered. McKibben’s new book is called Eaarth. That’s not a misprint. According to McKibben, “Earth” was a wonderful pre-industrial place, filled with forests rather than corporate farms, and where the ice caps were actually covered in ice. “But we no longer live on that planet,” McKibben claims in Eaarth’s opening pages with a chilling succinctness. Instead, we live on “Eaarth,” the new and deeply defective home we’ve built for ourselves over the last 100 years.

Eaarth is both an examination of how we reached this desperate point, and a guide to how humanity (and the planet) might keep going, despite the mess we’ve made. McKibben doesn’t pull his statistical punches. He wants you to be worried. Humans have abused their ecosystem—whether out of ignorance or while chasing profits—in such spectacularly wide spread and (here’s the really creepy part) efficient ways that the damage is done. And what is our comeuppance? Droughts, floods, starvation, unnatural temperatures, unbreathable air choked with carbon, agribusinesses that force rural people off the land and into urban slums, et cetera. Some parts of Eaarth describe a planet so fundamentally blighted that the book feels post-apocalyptic. Except McKibben is describing the present, and there’s nothing fictional about it.

But Eaarth isn’t McKibben’s booklength “I told you so” aimed at all the people who dismissed

The End of Nature. The book’s prognosis may be bleak, but its prescription is cautiously inspiring.

Like many of our smartest environmental activists, McKibben argues that shifting to renewable energy sources, while changing nothing else about our lives, is no solution at all. We need to scale things back— build small self-sufficient communities rather than the resource-devouring sprawl we’ve got now—but we also need to unite in large numbers, helping to change people’s attitudes about consumption by using the communication technologies that now stretch across cultures. Most importantly, urban and suburban dwellers need to get back in touch with the alien world of nature—planting rather than buying, sharing rather than consuming. If food and water are becoming scarce, even in “first-world” nations, community-based agriculture is something we all need to become involved with, regardless of our economic background or country of origin.

Some of McKibben’s suggestions seem radical, and he’s not blind to the obstacles: “Putting more people on the land would take getting used to, but it’s possible.” It’s those possibilities, sketched by McKibben in the book’s final section, that make Eaarth an ultimately hopeful book. McKibben’s a realist who refuses to give up; he believes we can still educate ourselves, change our ways, do less harm. In the preface, McKibben writes, “My only real fear is that the reality described in this book, and increasingly evident in the world around us, will be an excuse for some people to give up. We need just the opposite—increased engagement.”

Reading Eaarth is a good first step, but as always, it’s what the reader does after closing the book that counts.

What We Leave Behind

by Derrick Jensen and Aric McBay

[Seven Stories Press]

Most people don’t like to think about their waste. For decades, we blindly dumped it in landfills, happy to adhere to an “out of sight, out of mind” philosophy. The fact that our very bodies produce waste has to be one the last planet-wide cultural taboos. Derrick Jensen and Aric McBay are not shy men, however. What We Leave Behind wants to talk about waste, in depth and at length, from industrial chemicals to digested food matter.

Jensen and McBay want us to acknowledge the fact that all human endeavors, including life itself, result in waste. The only choice we have is what kind of waste we want to produce.

What We Leave Behind is actually pro-waste. For Jensen and McBay, the word itself has been debased.

Waste is good. It’s what nurtures the soil, produces life. It’s all the garbage—the stuff that doesn’t biodegrade—that’s the problem. The byproducts of what we consume have to then be consumed by the planet. If the soil can’t absorb our leftovers, we’re in trouble. Jensen and McBay want readers to radically rethink their own waste management strategies, and the book’s proposed solutions are probably what led Bill McKibben to label it “subversive” on the back cover. You may disagree with some of the duo’s conclusions. (Few Americans are going to give up the comforts of indoor plumbing any time soon.)

But What We Leave Behind is an important look at a topic that’s been ignored by “polite society” for far too long.

Planet of Slums

by Mike Davis [ Verso]

Mike Davis has long been one of our most perceptive— if brutally candid—social critics. In his most famous book, City of Quartz, he charted the volatile economic, racial and environmental factors that both defined and destabilized Los Angeles in the 20th-century. The slim, grim Planet of Slums goes global, leaving Davis’ beloved/ aggrieving L.A. behind, offering a compact history of the “mega-slums” now spreading across South America, Africa and Asia.

As with McKibben’s Eaarth, Davis describes a world where agricultural communities have been displaced by a spurious idea of progress. Driven off the land by factory farms, rural populations—often poor, usually uneducated, almost always underskilled—have fled to cities by the millions to find work. The work doesn’t exist, of course, and these overtaxed megalopolises already lack for resources like food and shelter. The rural poor become urban poor, forced into slums, which quickly consume the cities until it’s all but impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins.

Planet of Slums is the most information-heavy of these three books; it’s also the shortest and the most disorienting. Unbelievable facts pile up before you’ve had a chance to process them: “suburbs” that resemble primitive shantytowns, cities where people literally live on repurposed garbage. Planet of Slums works best if read in tandem with Eaarth; it’s brief and frightening peek at the world McKibben hopes to avoid.

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Loosening Up

One-man-band Gustav Ejstes learns to relinquish a little control on Dungen’s Skit I Allt / by Michaelangelo Matos

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he average Anglophone wouldn’t necessarily guess

that the sixth album from Stockholm’s Dungen announces itself to the world in such in-your-face fashion. Title of album: Skit I Allt. Translation from Svenska: Fuck All. Gustav Ejstes—the band’s songwriter, producer, arranger, singer, multi-instrumentalist and mastermind—professes to be a hip-hop fan.

But given the largely agreeable atmosphere of Skit I Allt, there’s no sense that the title would be best capped with an antagonistic “Y’all.”

Dungen aren’t exactly a band, even if Ejstes plays with three other men (Reine Fiske, guitar; Mattias Gustavsson, bass; and Johan Holmegard, drums) live and in the studio. But it’s not exactly a solo project either. Like many of the best current rock acts, Dungen look back in fondness to earlier musical eras, particularly the folk and heavy rock of the ’60s and ’70s. More than most of his contemporaries, though, Ejstes and company make records that sound like documents from another time, preserved in amber. The music seems to exist in a nether-space between old and new, classic and modern, tradition and spontaneity.

Tradition runs deep in Ejstes’s musical background. “Swedish folk music is the first music I remember hearing,” he says over the phone from

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Stockholm. “My father is a traditional folk musician and plays fiddle. He had courses and classes in our home when I was a child—six or seven people sitting around, playing after him. In Swedish folk music, the rhythm is central, because most of the traditional music is made for dancing. But at the same time, that tradition is based on one melody instrument—mostly solo, or perhaps sometimes with another fiddle playing second harmony. So, you never get full harmonies or chords.”

That’s carried through to Dungen a little bit, says Ejstes. “The melodies are central for me. It’s got to be a nice tune.” Nevertheless, he’s gravitated toward a harmonically richer sound. “I remember quite early that I was [attracted] by nice chords… We had this big grand piano, and I remember I played it and was astonished when I managed to press down four keys at the same time and [made] chords.” Soon, Ejstes began investigating his parents’ classic rock and pop albums from the ’60s, as well as “Soul Corner,” a show on P3, one of Stockholm’s three public radio stations. “It was basically black music—soul and hip-hop,” he says. “That was my teenage music.”

One obvious attraction of Dungen’s music is its warmth. For the Yanks who first grabbed Ta Det Lugnt as an import, the most surprising thing about Ejstes’ breakthrough album is that it was recorded

in 2004 and not in 1971. The album had an immediate aural richness that sounded a world away from digital recording our ears have gotten ever more used to—without seeming like a deliberate effort to avoid modern production techniques.

Ejstes says that this sound, consistent across all of Dungen’s albums, is arrived at more or less by accident, every time. “I’m not that good a technician, who knows how to catch a particular sound in the studio,” he insists. “I never get the same drum sound twice. It’s kind of random. At the same time, I’m very picky, so I keep working till I find it. There’s technicians who just put the stuff up and get it, but that’s not my way.”

That’s partly because Ejstes often works on his recordings at his Stockholm apartment before finishing them off in the studio. “That’s the way I’ve been working for the last three albums,” he says.

Ta Det Lugnt was recorded entirely at home—and alone. That was the second big surprise about Ta Det Lugnt: Despite the full-band richness of the sound, Ejstes overdubbed everything himself. He’d done so on Dungen’s self-titled 2001 debut as well, but 2002’s follow-up, titled Stadsvandringar when it was reissued in the States in 2005, was the first full-band Dungen album. Strangely though, its gentle folk-rock sounded more like a solo work than the uninhibited sweat worked up by Ejstes solo on Ta Det Lugnt.

“I was very into the heavy music from the late ’60s, early ’70s,” he says of Dungen’s early work.

“The hard rock trio, like Hendrix. It didn’t turn out [that way] only, but the heavy parts of [Ta Det Lugnt] have captured something that I hear in that music— the sound of the guitars and the drums, and the kind of space in the sound. It’s not so thick; it’s pretty airy.

I had very strong visions about making something that is just as good as what I like to listen to. I didn’t have any goals like being a big star or anything. In that sense, it’s just for me some kind of therapy.”

To Ejstes’ great surprise, Ta Det Lugnt (Take It Easy) caught on overseas, giving Dungen a strong following in the US. “It may sound strange, but I never get used to it if people over here as well, in Sweden, listen to it. I know there [are], of course, people who like it. But I’m still surprised that [it’s caught on] pretty worldwide. It’s amazing for me.”

If anything, Dungen’s music feel even more lived-in than it did six years ago. “Vara Snabb,” one of Ejstes’ regular forays into that airy, pretty, jazzy territory, is the kind of track that provided a detour on 4 and Ta Det Lugnt. On Skit I Allt, it’s the leadoff track, and it sets the tone for Dungen’s breeziest group of songs since the debut. Even when things rev up on the psychedelic grind of “Hogdalstoppen,” Ejstes tempers it with some quiet piano. “Skit I Allt” and “Marken Lag Stilla,” meanwhile, could have marched straight out of a mid-’70s rock-radio daydream. And all of it sounds effortless.

Not that Ejstes just tosses this stuff off. “I’m a control freak,” he says. “In the last [few] years, I had musicians around me all the time, [but] it’s hard to make people do what you want. It’s easier to just do it yourself. But we have been playing a lot together, and the live shows have definitely made me more… I don’t want to use the word ‘trusting.’ But at the same time, the guy who plays the drums now is so much better than me at playing drums. Now it’s no longer a question. [For] this record I had ideas like, ‘Oh, should I try to play this?’ I tried, but I haven’t practiced much [on] drums, so I pretty much left it [to Holmegard].”

What is Ejstes pickiest about?

“Everything, I guess. I think I’m pretty hard to work with.” He laughs. “But these guys that I work with, since we’ve played so much together, we don’t have any discussions about anything. It’s music they have been growing into, so they are a part of it. I don’t have to say that much. Also, this record and the one before contain improvised parts as well. We do that even more live now than before.

“During the process of making records, I always feel anxious ­— Gustav Ejstes and not satisfied, maybe because I’ll have a weekend where I’m only listening to classic music, and then I’m disappointed that my music is not even near classic. Or one weekend with Black Sabbath: ‘I wish the sound was harder.’ But in the end, the way it comes out is the way it is. I still listen to hip-hop very much, and practice scratching, but that is also separated somehow. When I sit down with piano or guitar, figuring sounds out, I don’t know, it’s separated [from the music I listen to] in some strange way. I don’t make any hip-hop records in Dungen. When I’m into that, it’s a mode, kind of.”

The sources of Ejstes’ music have always been clear, but with each album, Dungen seem to occupy a space unique to itself. What, I asked Ejstes, are the differences between his goals for Skit I Allt and the first couple of Dungen albums? His answer, like the recordings themselves, offered a clear overview of his plan while remaining somewhat enigmatic. “I don’t know,” he says. “I was younger then. I’m getting older, and hopefully everything is getting better. In all bands’ and artists’ and musicians’ careers, they always have this energy—maybe a naive thing. I don’t want to lose that, of course. It’s hard at the Skit I Allt will same time, because the more you hear and the be released 14 more you know, you’ll be aware of other things. September from Mexican But I hope that the songs get better.”

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I had very strong visions about making something that is just as good as what I like to listen to. I didn’t have any goals like being a big star or anything.”

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Confession Is Good for the Soul Of Montreal visit a science fiction dance party on False Priest

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n this age of unsavory stories regarding predatory men of the cloth, it’s

the opportunity, wheneasy to read a darker meaning into the title of the latest Of Montreal album. ever we’re off the road, whenever I have a free Though Kevin Barnes, the band’s primary creative spark, says he came up moment at the piano, with the title during a moment of free association, he admits that he’s had I’m thinking about somefun with the imagery conjured up by the phrase False Priest. ¶ “I’ve said that thing new to create.”

At the same time, the ‘false priest’ is the voice inside of everybody that misleads you, and sends Barnes’ publicist conyou to darker places you shouldn’t go to, and sabotages you, in a way,” he says. tacted pop wunderkind Whatever’s behind the title, musically False Priest is the next evolutionary step and star producer Jon Brion, who had been comfor Of Montreal, which began life as a gloriously lo-fi and giddily complex indie- plimentary about Of Montreal in interviews. An pop band, initially helping to anchor the neo-psychedelic Elephant 6 collective initial (long) phone conversation led to Brion and in the ’90s. In the new millennium, however, Barnes has slowly transformed the Barnes sharing the bill at a one-off show in L.A. band into an eclectic and flamboyant funk and soul revue. “Marvin Gaye has been last year. Finally, Brion offered to assist on the next a huge influence,” he says. “And of course, George Clinton and his whole scene; OM project.

Funkadelic and Parliament and Bootsy Collins and all those guys.”

“It was his idea, really,” Barnes says. “He’d become Like every other Of Montreal album, False Priest began with Barnes in his familiar with our stuff, and he knew the story of how Athens, GA home studio, crafting sounds and beats and applying lyrics from I made records—doing everything myself and workvarious journals to these sonic fragments until songs took shape. ing in my home studio, one track at a time. He could “I started working right away,” he says. “Once [Of Montreal’s 2008 album] tell there were some limitations [to my approach].

Skeletal Lamping was over, whenever I had free time, I would start writing From being in the industry for so long, he’s learned again. I never put six months aside for writing; it’s always just whenever I have a lot, and he wanted to impart that knowledge to me.

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It was almost a charitable thing. He didn’t get that much out of it—definitely financially he didn’t. It was more a labor of love.”

By the time Brion came onboard, Barnes was already deep in the material that would become False Priest, steered by those classic ’70s funk and soul records. “With Skeletal Lamping, I had this vision where I wanted everything to be schizophrenic and fragmented, and experiment with song structure,” he says. “[For False Priest] I was thinking more about trying to create really well-crafted, unpredictable pop songs, but also infusing it with this new funk influence. I really wanted that to come through, especially vocally. I wanted to have a bit more attitude and swagger.”

Going deeper in soul, Barnes was drawn to the Wondaland Arts Society, an Atlanta collective founded by singer Janelle Monae. Through Monae, he met Solange Knowles, sister of the impossibly famous Beyoncé, and both Solange and Monae would eventually add their voices to False Priest.

“It’s a real eclectic group,” says Barnes of the Wondaland Arts Society. “I met them after a show on the Skeletal Lamping tour; we were just hanging out. In Athens, we live in a bubble. There are a lot of talented bands and artists, but there aren’t a lot of people doing what we’re interested in doing right now, which is a freak funk, theatrical, dance-y project. With Janelle Monae and Wondaland, we discovered we had so much in common, and it became this great motivator. I would write songs to send to them and feed off the energy they would give back to me. It was like finding a new best friend; it just clicks right away.”

Barnes also met Monae collaborator Chuck Lightning through the WAS, a fellow literary aficionado who introduced Barnes to science fiction and the gritty majesty of the late Philip K. Dick. Under Dick’s influence, Barnes wrote “Enemy Gene,” arguably the only dance jam in history to address particle wave duality.

“I always felt like science fiction was a bit nerdy, like comic books,” Barnes says. “But Philip K. Dick’s sci-fi is very cutting edge, and very psychologically advanced. It takes you places. It almost hurts your brain, the way you jump from different dimensions and realities. How free he is, creatively, was really inspiring to me.”

Eventually, Barnes took the False Priest tapes to Los Angeles. He was amazed at the way Brion was able to expand his sound, including the first discernible instance of true bottom-end to appear on an Of Montreal album.

“That was definitely Jon’s influence,” Barnes says. “The things I sent him sounded, as far as the fidelity, like Skeletal Lamping. And that’s what he was talking about helping me improve upon: more present, punchy, powerful lowend, as well as a higher ceiling and broader sides. And because I don’t have a lot of money or equipment, I use what I have. A lot of times I’ll use a software version of some vintage keyboard.

He would have that vintage keyboard. Instead of using a Mellotron or Chamberlin plug-in, we’d use a real Chamberlin. But we were conscious of not wanting to try to make this thing too slick for no real reason. We wanted to make it hi-fi, but in a cool way.”

As a result of Barnes’ happy accidents and Brion’s know-how, False Priest is an extraordinary document driven by the songwriter’s reverence for Sly and the Family Stone, along with his longstanding love of glam and pop. Each song seems to call up a different fantasy collaboration. “Godly Intersex” and “Casualty of You” sound like Hunky Dory-era David Bowie after binging on the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack; “Coquet Coquette” offers up a mash-up of Marc Bolan and Jeff Lynne; “Like a Tourist” brings together Prince and 10cc; “Famine Affair” shivers and shakes with the intensity of Robert Smith contracting a virulent case of dance fever.

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“I wanted to make a funky record that’s not necessarily about love or romance or sex or dancing,” Barnes says. “I can’t write an R&B sex jam. It just wouldn’t work for me. Before I went to California to work with Jon, I was doing everything myself, so it was extremely challenging to create something that feels like [Sly and the Family Stone’s] There’s a Riot Goin’ On with just one person. The challenge was: How can I put so much energy and emotion into this thing that it gives you the same feeling as Stevie Wonder records? Stevie actually did things like that, so he shows you that it’s possible. You have to have the right spirit.”

In fact, it was footage of Sly and the Family Stone at Woodstock that pushed Barnes out of his longtime mode of learning how to play his home-crafted albums by rote memorization without actually investing False Priest anything in the performance. hits stores Barnes was inspired at the sight September 14 from Polyvinyl. of Sly in full, freewheeling live flight, playing with a combination of abandon and precision.

“We’ve been relying on backing tracks, and it became a bit oppressive because it was always the same,” Barnes says. “The computer told us when to start and stop, and there was no room for spontaneity. We became a solid band, but it became boring. A big thing was watching how fucking incredible Sly and the Family Stone were, with everybody nailing their parts and grooving so hard and being so emotionally connected to every song. It made me realize I’d been standing on the back of my feet, not really getting into it. I’ve made this funky record. If we’re going to bring it to the people, we really have to bring it—and not just for their sake, but for our own.”

We’ve been relying on backing tracks and it became a bit oppressive because it was always the same.

The computer told us when to start and stop, and there was no room for spontaneity. ”

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Aloe Blacc’s seductive sound takes aim at social ills on Good Things / by Sean L. Maloney

was just trying to pick which genre would come first.

It could have been hip-hop or dancehall or salsa or R& B, but I guess the opportunity presented itself to make a soul album.” ¶ Multi-instrumentalist, singer and producer Aloe Blacc is on the phone from L.A., talking about the genesis of Good Things, his sophomore release for legendary independent label Stones Throw. And while it’s clear from half a continent away that Blacc’s thoughtfulness and humility are genuine, they also seriously undersell his skills.

“Stones Throw suggested I work with [production team] Truth and Soul, and it works. It’s one solid soul album all the way through.” Again with the understatement: Good Things isn’t just a “solid” soul album. It’s quite possibly the best—and certainly one of the most fully realized—examples of the genre this century has yet to produce.

Simmered in the volatile social climate of Obama’s America, Good Things, the follow up to Blacc’s 2006 alt-gospel/salsa-hop solo debut Shine Through, is the rare contemporary soul record that actually engages with the present day. And it’s this embrace (and critique) of the culture of 2010 that elevates Good Things above Blacc’s flogging-a-funkhorse peers, content to rest on the laurels of musicians from an era they’re too young to remember From album opener “I Need a Dollar”—a.k.a. the theme song to HBO’s short-lived series How to Make It in America—to the fuzzed-up guitar and Sgt. Pepper’s-worthy horns on the fade out of “Politician (Reprise),” Good Things is full of richly drawn characters, the down-and-out of the 21st century.

The protagonist of “Dollar” isn’t just a victim of the current economic downturn, and he definitely isn’t one of the aspirational hipsters that made up the cast of How to Make It in America. He’s a truly tragic figure, someone who’d be as much at home in a Steinbeck novel as he is in a piano-and-horndriven soul song.

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inequality, a system where haves get more and the have-nots barely scrape by. A wonderfully deep piece of funk that highlights Truth and Soul’s mastery of Memphis-style string arrangements and Blacc’s vocals at their world-weary best, “Take Me Back” is also a graduate-level discourse on morality in the face of economic desperation, where being S.O.L. is one of the great sins of capitalism.

But at the same time, these aren’t chest-thumping rants or partisan party jams. These are very human stories, unflinching but empathetic. They’re also a departure from the Bushera fire-spewing of Blacc’s work with stalwart indie hip-hop producer Exile in the group Emanon.

“On a song like ‘I Need a Dollar,’ I think the socio-political rhetoric is still there, but it’s just a little more blended into a personal tale,” Blacc says. “I capture it in the scenario of one individual’s plight. But in a song like ‘Life Is So Hard’ or ‘Politician,’ I pretty much make a direct statement and attack full-on, attack social conditions and politics.”

Good Things is more than just righteous anger and Great Recession handwringing, though. If there’s any greater tribute to the simple pleasures that make life bearable than “Green Lights”—“Something special happened today / I got green lights all the way / With no big red sign to stop me / No traffic jam delay”—you’ll be hard pressed to find it. And when it comes to breezy postbreak-up kiss-offs, few are better than “Good Things”: “Ever since you been gone / There’s been a lot of good things going my way / What can I say / The clouds done rolled away.”

And then there’s “Mama Hold My Hand” a masterful tale of growing up, growing old and the way a person’s relationship with their parents changes over the course of a lifetime. A tearjerker of the highest order—think Bill Withers at his most tender—the raw emotion of “Mama” is enough to make even the most grizzled listener misty by the second verse.

Therein lies the appeal of Good Things: In an era when so much pop music is about self-promotion, securing commercial endorsements and pandering to the unpredictable whims of preteens, Blacc chooses the heart over the wallet.

It helps that he’s the sort of wildly talented musician who can lay claim to any genre he wants—hip-hop, dancehall, salsa or even straight Top 40 if he so desired—and deliver it with the same level mastery demanded of the biggest stars.

Good Things Instead he cuts his own path, trying to unknot the tangle of is available September 28 life as experienced today. And for all of us on the listener’s from Stones side, that’s a very good thing.

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self-promotion, securing commercial

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The Magic Hour

Roots duo Cotton Jones hymn their hometown on their new album / by Nick Green

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all Hours in the Glowstream, the latest full-length from Cotton Jones, is reminiscent of the kind of records that get vinyl collectors’ hearts racing: blues 45s on Chess Records; singles from the Staples Singers; recordings laid down in the studios of Muscle Shoals; the Carter Family’s deep roots; Dusty Springfield’s fateful trip to Memphis. Tall Hours in the Glowstream is positively out of step with the musical trends of 2010. ¶ Cotton Jones founder Michael Nau is flattered by these associations, but his own tastes run towards the otherworldly approach of modern folk-rock exemplars like Neutral Milk Hotel and Danielson Famile. “We’re not trying to make vintage-sounding records,” he says. “We listen to all kinds of music. Things always seem to work out better when we’re not totally in control of what we’re doing… So, the way things sound with Cotton Jones is really just a reflection of our own limited knowledge of recording techniques.”

Unlike past Cotton Jones recordings, Tall Hours in the Glowstream is tethered to a specific time and place—the duo’s former hometown of Cumberland, a sleepy community in the Appalachian Valley in the western part of Maryland. The record’s title is a coy reference to “a stream that rolls to a dead end by the train tracks” in downtown Cumberland, while the gorgeous centerpiece “Somehow to Keep It Going” features a velvety callTall Hours in the Glowstream is a direct continuation of 2009’s Paranoid and-response harmony between Nau and McGraw Cocoon. Nau and co-conspirator Whitney McGraw are still laying the music that evokes a slow ride rolling down the river. down in bedrooms and still utilizing the same 8-track recorder they shared in “It’s the first time, to my recollection, that speciftheir pre-CJ folk collective Page France. The duo’s new moniker—shortened ics have ever made their way into a Cotton Jones from the Cotton Jones Basket Ride to ease confusion—has apparently stuck. But song,” Nau says, explaining the record’s multiple Nau now envisions Cotton Jones as an “open-door process.” Tall Hours in the references to Cumberland landmarks. “But we’ve Glowstream includes contributions from most of Nau and McGraw’s always moved around during those times former Page France bandmates. that we weren’t playing music on the road.

That open-door approach is in stark contrast to the duo’s process Ultimately, it doesn’t matter because on Paranoid Cocoon, where Nau and McGraw kept things between ‘home’ is where the people and places themselves until the final mixing stages. “We’re touring musicians,” dearest to me are.” Tall Hours in the GlowNau says. “We don’t make a lot of money. And right now, all of our stream suggests that Nau and McGraw stuff is in storage and both of us are essentially homeless. So, we’re might be feeling a little separation anxithankful for the time each person invested [in the album], out of the ety from their hometown. “Well, it’s nosTall Hours in the kindness of their hearts, for a few cooked meals and some fellowship. talgic for feelings and, I suppose, physical Glowstream is in It freshened up the process with new positivity, and hopefully the places,” he laughs. “But everything else is stores now from Suicide Squeeze. end result as well.” purely coincidental.”

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A bass-heavy UK genre transforms itself into the 21st century’s most unpredictable club sound / by Jess Harvell

for the producers who wanted the kids, ladies and dilettantes ing. They’re the low-end freaks who think Jah Wobble was the real out of the clubs. Yet now, alhero in Public Image Ltd. The kids who sink their college funds most 10 years later, dubstep into new speakers for hand-me-down junkers, because hip-hop is beloved by music geeks evsounds best behind the wheel, but only with a booming system. erywhere. Indie bands like the They’re also the true believers who’ve turned dubstep into an in- XX and Foals—and pop stars from Britney Spears to Eve, La ternational near-religion over the last decade.

Roux to M.I.A.—have borrowed Dubstep began life as a wholly local phenomenon, restricted its vocabulary. Dubstep may have never crossed over, at least in to a handful of South London producers and DJs. Dubstep’s roots America, but in terms of influence it’s been some of the most cruwere in UK garage, which recycled the basic elements of drum and cial music of the early 21st century. bass, the deep reggae-derived bass and crazily chopped-up hipThe reason is simple. Dubstep had to branch out, eventually, or hop breaks. Then it slowed things down (to house music tempo), it would have died at the hands of the same five or six South Lonwhile also glitzing them up (via R&B influences). doners whose bunker mentality brought it into existence. Once One summer, garage was the tight-lipped secret of those who the outsiders came in, dubstep’s sound began to open up, taking bought 12-inch vinyl singles. A year later it was blaring from the on styles beyond “bludgeoning the listener with bass.” stage of Top of the Pops. What was being lost in the transition, For instance, Mala’s “Alicia,” available on YouTube and worth some producers and DJs felt, was the roughness of hip-hop, an seeking out immediately, is a bootleg remix of an Alicia Keys song edge of urban menace. But they especially missed the bass, which that crafts a dreamlike oxymoron: futuristic retro-soul. But 16bit’s became less essential as garage went from music for clubs to mu“Chainsaw Calligraphy” barely sounds like music, let alone anysic for British MTV. And so: dubstep. thing funky, offering a coarse blast of videogame noise to sand Dubstep took a few years to find its feet, both sonically and down the wrinkles on your brain. culturally. The earliest examples, from 2003 and 2004, are like From kissing-cousin hookups with minimal techno produca robot trying to get its head around the all-too-human sound of ers to détentes with guitar bands, dubstep’s current range would reggae. A bluntly syncopated beat, a grainy sample from an old likely shock its early partisans. Despite naysayers’ predictions dancehall song, and then boom. You couldn’t call them “basslines” of a swift demise, dubstep has thrived. And like all genres driven per se; they were more like wobbling walls that crashed down by equal parts novelty and innovation, tradition and fad, dubstep upon you at the whim of the DJ. produces a staggering quantity of records every year. Here are six Sparse and antagonistic, this early dubstep was greeted with key moments from its short but densely packed history. shrugs outside the scene, which of course was the whole point 22

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Various Artists, The Roots of Dubstep / Tempa (2006) Released by Tempa, a label that specialized in “dark garage” singles before dubstep even had its own rack in the store, The Roots of Dubstep offers exactly what the title advertises.

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US). There’s nary a rapper to be found on Grime or Grime 2, but the sound is certainly grimy. This is early dubstep at its starkest, and it’s tempting to say it’s of historical interest only. (Both comps feature artists who’d go on to both scene prominence and better records.)

But there’s also something undeniably compelling about the dread these producers conjure up, especially Plasticman’s electro-dubstep, breakdance music for a world where b-boys latched onto Throbbing Gristle rather than the Art of Noise.

tion of non-DJs for an hour. But mostly Burial became dubstep’s first big name because of his sound: an eerie, after-midnight atmosphere that evokes walking home from a club in the rain more than the rave itself, with synth melodies and vocal samples that glow like white highway arc lamps. If anything

defines Burial’s music, it’s the voices—samples from old soul records distressed until they sound like static-y bursts of radio, voices full of longing— that also makes Burial one of the most emotionally affecting electronic records of the decade.

Burial, Burial / Hyperdub (2006) 2006’s Burial is the album that broke dubstep to a wider audience, for several reasons. One, Burial was a shadowy Londoner who made Thomas Pynchon look like an Access Hollywood gadabout, always a good hook for journalists. Two, Burial was the first dubstep album that could actually hold the atten-

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bined the friskiness of garage rhythms with a glowering reggae vibe. Horsepower, in particular, are three of the most undersung producers of the 21st century, with the kind of luscious bass tones that almost feel like hooks.

Various Artists, Grime and Grime 2 / Rephlex (2004, 2005) Now these are two of the most misleading titles in dubstep history. “Grime” is actually a wholly different garage offshoot, where young British MCs used garage beats to make their own brand of homegrown hip-hop (Dizzee Rascal still being the most famous in the

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with the party-killing gloom of Digital Mystikz’s “Pathways,” Roots demonstrates how this music went from bubbly to bruising in just a few years.

Most notable are inclusions from El-B and Horsepower Productions, two early Tempa producers whose records com-

Zomby, One Foot in Front of the Other / Ramp (2009) Kode9, DJ Kicks / K!7 (2010)

The final few years of the decade saw dubstep explode: new audiences, new producers and most importantly, a plethora of new sounds. Plenty of dubstep records still favor football hooligan hardness over pop seduction, but even the rough stuff is getting way stranger.

Zomby’s One Foot in Front of the Other is evidence of the DNA-level damage video games have done to under30s. Along with producers like

Rusty and Joker, Zomby is remaking old-school Nintendo music in dubstep’s image, bright as the 8-bit era’s 256color palette and buzzing with psychedelic overtones more “last scene in 2001” than Animal Collective.

Meanwhile longtime scene fixture (and Grime 2 contributor) Kode9 almost captures dubstep’s modern breadth in just an hour on his 2010 installment of the DJ Kicks

series. As with his label, Hyperdub, Kode9 is no purist; the mix ranges into other genres, like hip-hop and dancehall, which will keep dubstep newbies from burning out. But it also manages to make disparate dubstep sounds, from Ikonika’s light and twinkling techno to Grievous Angel’s Jamaica-indebted retro, sound natural only a few tracks apart. As an intro, it really can’t be beat.

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(Extended) Family Affair Phil Selway puts his drums in storage and makes some new friends for his first solo album / by Jess Harvell

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ike those pro athletes who ditch the sport that made them famous

to try their hand at a whole new game, you worry a bit when a virtuoso musician sets down their chosen instrument to record a solo album. For Phil Selway—also known as Radiohead’s drummer, meaning he came up with the booming “Airbag” break for starters—it meant ditching the drum kit entirely. There are no beats on Familial, Selway’s first release under his own name, unless you count a smattering of small moments where it sounds like someone’s drumming on the guitar case.

That’s the potentially scary news. The good news is that Familial is another Radiohead side project that succeeds because it sounds very little like the World’s Biggest Art-Rock Band. Like Thom Yorke’s solo Eraser and Jonny Greenwood’s soundtrack work, there are echoes of Radiohead on Familial, especially the band’s gentler acoustic moments, but it also recalls the drowsy, drifting, late-night quality you’ll find on records by the Blue Nile and David Sylvian. As a singer-songwriter with a rather exquisite ear for atmosphere, Selway has both listened hard, and found a voice of his own.

It took some time to locate that voice, of course.

Selway first picked up a guitar when he was a teenager, in tandem with the drums, and continued to play throughout his tenure in Radiohead, though “in a very private way, very much in the confines of my own room, very much under the radar. Nobody really heard it, apart from my wife from time to time.”

It wasn’t until he was drafted several years ago

by Neil Finn to take part in Seven Worlds Collide, a benefit project for anti-poverty group Oxfam, that he wrote Familial’s “The Ties That Bind” and met future collaborators Lisa Germano, Sebastian Steinberg, and Wilco members Glenn Kotche and Pat Sansone. The foursome “really brought my songs to life, and opened up possibilities for me.

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Selway returned to England, and on breaks from Radiohead, he kept at the guitar, “chipping away” at songs and fired by the “intense creativity” of the Seven Worlds Collide sessions. Eventually it became hard to ignore that these low-key, home-brewed tunes, not quite right for the Brit-prog grandeur of his regular gig, seemed to be building to an album. He began working with producer Ian Davenport who “helped me find my singing voice” and the two began a long process of demo-ing and refining.

“It felt like a new process,” he says. “I hadn’t written anything since I was a teenager, and so coming to the process as some—Phil Selway one who was turning 40, you have to find something that’s appropriate to that, and that reflects that.”

For lyrical inspiration, he didn’t have to look much further than his own house, and his own his-

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You turn 40, and hopefully you’ve got a much more developed sense of yourself. And although there’s a lot going on in your life, it isn’t necessarily the stuff you think of as being very ‘rock and roll.’”

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fect is magnified on even cheap headphones; you might as well be sitting opposite the band.

“There were also records that were touchstones for me as well, things like Master and Everyone, the Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy record,” he says. “Those records, you get feel for the time and place of the recording, that sense of everything that’s going on in tory. The title is a bit of a tip-off, but Familial is Selway taking stock of the the room at the time. The fact that you can hear picks relationships that formed him, and drawing on a married father’s day-to-day. scraping or strings buzzing, I think it draws you in “I wouldn’t be ready to write these lyrics any time before turning 40,” Selway much closer to the whole recording.” says. “You turn 40, and hopefully you’ve got a much more developed sense of But despite the sounds of ambient life bleeding yourself. And although there’s a lot going on in your life, it isn’t necessarily the through, Familial was also carefully edited. “The stuff you think of as being very ‘rock and roll.’ But there’s just a huge richness more obvious things, where you have somebody in it, a huge richness in commonplace stuff. That’s where I’ve always felt the dropping a pile of plates in the background, those heartbeat of my life is, really.” aren’t the kind of things you want in there, so you There was, of course, a not inconsiderable final hurdle before inviting his new cut those out,” he says. “But there are things like the bandmates to England: This was the first time Selway had stepped in front of occasional door slamming, which suddenly sounds a microphone in a nearly 20-year career as a professional musician. “I made like part of the song itself. And that can really lend a compilation CD for myself when I started, more as a kind of guide towards something to the recording.” how to sing,” he says. Selway’s voice has the appealing fragility of a first-time Selway doesn’t dismiss the idea of a second solo singer who’s still a bit tentative about his talent, but his hushed restraint also album, but he also notes that “the way that we work feels more like a choice than a necessity. as Radiohead, that kind of determines everything “There are always those singers that have a very distinctive approach, but else, as it should. We have our ‘Radiohead Time,’ reyou’re just drawn into them, really,” he says of his how-to-sing CD-R, which ally, where we work for these certain periods which included artists like Juana Molina and Beth Gibbons. “There’s someare very intensive, trying to get a lot done thing so intimate about how they put a song across. It’s not about in that time. But we’ve also realized that making these great statements; it’s just drawing you in. I like that the way we work also benefits from havkind of intimacy.” ing some time away.” And as for the longFamilial really is an eerily intimate recording, where the atmoawaited eighth Radiohead album, the folsphere of the room—the coughs and chairs shifting and rustling of low-up to 2007’s “gave it away for free and clothes—becomes another instrumental color in the mix. Though it still sold a zillion copies” In Rainbows?

Selway often sings only a notch above a whisper, it feels as if he’s Selway says the band is no rush to get prodhovering right by your ear, and the microphones sound like they were uct to market. “We work in leap years,” he Familial is available in placed centimeters from the guitars, so close that you can hear the laughs. “We work on a four-year cycle. And stores now from squeak and hum of fingers brushing strings. Needless to say, the efit’s a nice way of working.”

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Everything’s Ruin-ed Les Savy Fav’s Tim Harrington offers a little peek behind his not-quite-hinged onstage persona / by Michaelangelo Matos

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ome bands get angry when their new albums leak. That’s perfectly

understandable. Musicians work hard to put out good work, and they’d prefer it be presented in the manner, and on the timetable, of their choosing. And of course there’s also the not-so-small consideration of lost sales. Sometimes lawsuits are initiated. ¶ As usual, Brooklyn art-punks Les Savy Fav had a different idea. When Root for Ruin—the band’s fifth full-length and, along with 2001’s Go Forth and 2007’s Let’s Stay Friends, their third great album in a row—hit the internet in July, two months ahead of schedule, they took action in their own way.

“OK, so you got our leaked record,” read the notice on a special page of the band’s website. Under the heading “I ‘Stole’ Root for Ruin,” the message went on: “At least now you know how awesome it is. We’re sure you really just are desperate for a way to pay us for the thing. Here—donate some cash to us and be free of guilt—for the record. Pay extra and your [sic] also forgiven for sex sins and stuff and we’ll tell Jesus to send you cookies.” A PayPal button was conveniently placed at the bottom of the page to expedite the cookie-sending process.

This is a typical move for the quintet—wild-man singer Tim Harrington, guitarists Seth Jabour and Andrew Reuland, bassist Syd Butler and drummer Harrison Haynes—whose incredible live show typically features Harrington climbing on anything that will support him while the band grinds out kinetic riffs. For one memorable gig at Seattle’s Capitol Hill Block Party, for instance, Harrington spent most of the performance atop the Pike Street sign. Critic Robert Christgau once typified the Replacements as “a band whose idea of inspiration was crashing into a snowbank and coming out with a six-pack,” and that phrase describes Les Savy Fav’s kind of mayhem to a T. Reached by phone as he heads to Central Park on a steaming July afternoon shortly after Root for Ruin’s leak, Harrington looks for the bright side.

“The whole lead-up to the record coming out [has to] be fun and cool and interesting,” he says. “Of course, we’re off the hook. We don’t have to do anything now!”

Few rock musicians see the Zen angle to the world going to hell in a handbasket the way Harrington does. At one point, he says, “Any time you’re out until the sun comes up is an epiphany moment.” It’s a manifesto that works for him, and it feeds the band as well. Les Savy Fav, as he points

out, were hardly raking in the cash even before their latest music made its way into cyberspace’s free-sharing clutches.

“The band has never been a main job for any of us,” he says. “It’s never been in a place where we’ve had to rely on it. I always describe our band as completely unprofessional—as a pride point. I think all of us come from [a place] where the idea of a band [as] something that constitutes a paid job seems absurd. All these years later, that’s not what it’s about.

Everyone did it because, ‘Hey, we can get paid gas money and have a place to stay and go to shows all over the country—and be playing in them?’ [That] was the main motivator. We had ‘mission accomplished’ in 1996. Since then, everything’s kind of just sugar.”

Les Savy Fav met at the Rhode Island School of Design, an art college famous for incubating bands like Talking Heads and noise acts Black Dice and Lightning Bolt. When Go Forth came out in 2001, bassist Butler told me that he’d “hated Tim for the majority of RISD life, and I think he hated me.”

“I was super-eccentric,” Har­—Tim Harrington rington explains now. “When I first started school, it was a 24hours-a-day our-live-show situation, which, to most people who are normal, was completely annoying.

I basically, somehow, even though we were at art school together, thought [Butler] was a frat-boy jock. I had never actually met a real one, so it was hard for me to gauge. I’ve since met real ones, and he’s a complete hippie by comparison.”

Was there a moment, or an event, when Harrington and Butler finally clicked? “I’m waiting for

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it still,” Harrington says with a laugh. That sharp wit is all over Root for Ruin. Harrington takes his lyrics seriously without bashing you over the head—that’s the music’s job.

“I really like the idea of burying some kind of concrete meanings or specific analogies or references into a song in a way that, if somebody wants to get down and listen to it, there’s meat on it,” he says.

“You’re singing along, and you stop for a second sometimes and analyze what you’re singing along to, and realize it’s a little bit fucked up. Like, ‘Don’t pay attention to us.’ But if and when you do, I’d like people to be surprised by the amount of density there is. I get really into lyrics. I had a hard time, for a really long time, liking Led Zeppelin at all, in spite of how awesome they are, because the lyrics are so bad.”

The title Root for Ruin, he says, comes from the idea of “cheerleading for the Armageddon. That kind of idea of some level of acceptance of the world, and any person’s position in it, and to say it is what it is. You can try and spend your whole life with your foot on the brakes, or you can just gas it and hope you either get someplace better, or at least enjoy the ride.”

On “Excess Energies,” Harrington sings, “I am only 17 / Someone kick me in the teeth,” before jumping to lines about the highs and lows of being 21 and 35. “Those points of time [in my life] aren’t alien to me,” he says. “But that idea of lyrics as a personal catharsis somehow is not where I operate from. I was really moved once by a professor back in school talking about someone who had come in with a piece of emotional painting, attributed to heavy-duty high school stuff. The professor said, ‘You shouldn’t use your art to work out your emotions, especially if they’re negative, ’cause you’ll end up needing more negative emotions to make more art.’ I took that to heart, always.” Besides, he says, “In that song, I intended to hit all the same years as Frank Sinatra’s ‘It Was a Very Good Year’: When I was 17 ...”

Harrington has found inspiration in far odder places. “You know that movie Happiness?” he asks, referring to director Todd Solondz’s epic 1998 bummer. “I remember [one] Christmas Day, I insisted that my whole family also sit down and watch this movie. It wasn’t a good idea. I’ve basically never lived it down. But the scene when the son is talk30

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ing to his dad, when his dad is about to go to jail for being a pedophile. It’s such a strangely, completely twisted set-up: The kid wants to know, ‘Dad, do you love me?’ It comes through this totally bizarre, insane route.”

That scene helped trigger “Adopduction,” Go Forth’s searing highlight. It’s a song whose narrator is kidnapped by “a guy with a mustache and a chick with an eye patch” who wind up taking better care of their abductee than his actual parents, who never even bother ponying up the ransom to get their son back. “It really amazed me—the idea of a complicated relationship with a kid who ends up with his kidnappers for so long that they kind of have some love for him. Like Patty Hearst: You end up coming to love your kidnappers or your torturers.”

Harrington courts a different sort of danger in his go-for-broke live performances. Has he ever felt truly endangered onstage? “I would say no, but I also think I have a somewhat false sense of security. I have a huge amount of trust in the audience as helpers and protectors. That hasn’t been violated. I’ve lucked out.” The main exception, Harrington says, took place in L.A., when a handicapped kid stood onstage spanking him with a wooden cane: “I started to turn toward him and he pulled it way back, as if he was about to [hit me], so I instinctively popped him.” The kid wound up with a nosebleed, but according to the Harrington, “Five seconds later I got up and we mouth-kissed as a sign that we were peace. I wouldn’t want to revisit it. Luckily in the end, though, the bad vibe was cheered by my make-out session with him.”

Given his audience participation tactics, I asked if anyone ever approached Harrington on the street and said, “Hey, you sat on my head at a show in Pittsburgh.” “Yeah, all the time,” he says. “It’s always funny telling them, ‘Look, kid, I’ve sat on a lot of people’s heads.’”

Recently, Les Savy Fav played a free show for Jabour’s bachelor party. “Only ladies were allowed in,” Harrington says. “Everybody had a good time. I also got completely wasted, which I don’t normally do before we play. [Afterwards], I was saying, ‘We should have played this song,’ and everyone was like, ‘We did.’ I was like, ‘What about this one?’

‘We played that one, too.’ I’m scared maybe, like, I murdered somebody.”

Root for Ruin Surely the feedback from an all-female audience differs will be available (legally) on from that of a typical Les Savy Fav crowd? “To be totally September 14 honest, it was about 50-50,” he says. “Some dudes snuck in. from French Kiss.

There were some trannies. It was cool. It seemed about the same vibe, but somehow there was no mosh pit.”

Everyday Hustle

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Indie jazz musicians make it happen D.I.Y. style

by Phil Freeman

eing an independent musician, in any genre, in

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arcy James Argue may have laid more obstacles Darcy James Argue 2010 is an uphill battle at best. You work a crap job in his own path than any to make enough money to produce a CD, then you musician in contemporary do everything possible to sell it. (Tour, promote it jazz. A pianist born in British Columbia, he studied through various social media, attempt to get any at the New England Conservatory before moving press you can.) And all this is just in the hope that to Brooklyn and assembling the Secret Society, an you’ll make enough money to go through the whole process 18-piece big band that sounds like nothing you’ve again the next year. ¶ The worst part might be contend- ever heard. There’s some of the heavy, yet graceful swing of Duke Ellington in the band’s horn-heavy ing with the perception-twisting factor of even minor cult compositions, but electric guitar gives it a post-rock fame. Seeing your name on a screen or a printed page can sting, and the music’s more expansive, spacious inbe a thrill, but press doesn’t equal record sales, and blog terludes and occasionally dubby production techhype doesn’t equal gig opportunities. And when you’re niques could easily appeal to fans of Tortoise or Explosions in the Sky. playing jazz, a wildly amorphous and The 35-year-old Argue hard-to-define music (everything from doesn’t record standards. EvKenny G to Peter Brötzmann), a genre ery note of the Secret Society’s that makes up barely more than one music is original, and composThe time it takes to ing for big band is no small task. percent of all CDs sold in a given year, time it takes to generate you’ve got real trouble. Unless you’re generate a minute of “The a minute of music is so insane some kind of ultra-driven entrepremusic is so insane for this band, I don’t know what neur who can and does devote as much was thinking, other than the for this band, I don’t Isound energy to salesmanship and the search of that many musicians for new revenue streams as you do to know what I was playing together got really, really for me,” he confesses writing, rehearsing and playing your thinking, other than addictive with a laugh.

“When we have a music, that is. ¶ Fortunately for jazz really great gig, it gets into my the sound of that and its fans, there’s a whole generation veins and I just can’t stop. If I many musicians of young musicians—“young” in jazz, as looked at it rationally, there’s in literature, is anybody under 50—who no way I could defend anything playing together that I’ve done, the choices I’ve are straight-up hustlers. They know got really, really made about how to make music their music is a tough sell, so they take and where to play it and who to addictive for me. it upon themselves to make that sale any play it for. But it just became this way they can.

—Darcy James Argue irresistible urge.”

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/music Secret Society gigged around New York for three years before making a record, concentrating on alternative venues like CBGBs, Bell House and Union Hall rather than the city’s jazz clubs. “I like playing for standing room crowds. I like playing for a slightly younger demographic—they’re a lot more responsive,” Argue says. But he’s trying to balance these “crossover” gigs with exposure to the mainstream jazz audience, since they’re the ones who still buy jazz records. “There are people who are gonna have a lot more fun standing around for three hours and hearing three progressive-minded big bands and having beer spilled on their feet. And there are other people who are not gonna be able to hang with that.

And being able to play out in a bunch of different venues and build audiences, and meet them halfway as far as the kind of environment they want to be in, is a big part of trying to figure out how to make this absurdly large ensemble viable.”

The group’s first studio album, Infernal Machines, was recorded in three days in December 2008 and mixed over the course of two months, with funding provided by fans and Argue’s credit cards. Rather than approach a traditional jazz label and sign a standard deal, he enlisted the adventurous classical/art-pop imprint New Amsterdam in a partnership, which “helps me reach some people outside the jazz world [who are] into interesting notated music that sounds like it has something to do with

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the present day.” He owns his own masters, and runs his career how he likes, including offering free downloads of every Secret Society gig at the band’s blog (secretsociety.typepad.com).

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eattle-based trumpeter Jason Parker is making exactly the kind of music that mainstream jazz labels released in prior decades—melodic, swinging hard bop that’ll hit all the pleasure buttons of a listener raised on Lee Morgan, Freddie Hubbard or ’50s Miles Davis. The Jason Parker Quartet’s self-titled 2007 debut and 2010’s No More, No Less (both released on the Broken Time label) each offer a mix of standards, originals and surprises. Tunes

by Davis, Wayne Shorter, George and Ira Gershwin, and Cole Porter are all part of the band’s repertoire, but so is Nick Drake’s “Three Hours.” His website, jasonparkermusic.com, features official gig announcements, while the less formal oneworkingmusician.com offers blog entries from a recent tour, YouTube videos and the music from both albums available for download on a name-your-price basis, in 320kbps MP3 and even lossless formats.

As a mostly local indie artist, though, Parker’s primary source of income is live performance. And in that realm, he’s got a strategy that’s working quite well for him: Parker and his keyboardist, Josh Rawlings, run J&J Music, an agency that books bands for weddings and corporate events.

The Jason Parker Quartet

photo by Darrah Parker

“The weddings come easier,” he says, “because there’s an infrastructure that’s built up to market to brides and wedding consultants. The corporate gigs have really just developed over time through word of mouth. We’ve developed contacts with some of the bigger entities here in town like Microsoft, Starbucks and Amazon, and over time we’ve played so many of these things that the word gets around.

People will start asking around about bands and our name often comes up in the first conversation, which is pretty cool.”

The idea of being a wedding band may not sound particularly hip, but it’s helped Parker keep a working group together—keyboardist Rawlings, bassist Evan Flory-Barnes and drummer D’Vonne Lewis, plus frequent guest saxophonist Cynthia Mullins.

The frequent gigs (they play almost every weekend in the summer months) allow their instrumental interplay to deepen. This, in turn, fuels the band’s studio work and their other, more traditional live gigs, at which Parker takes the same pay-what-youwant approach he’s employed to sell digital music.

“I think the traditional jazz club model is not particularly friendly for a younger audience,” he says. “Even 15, 20 dollars is too much to charge for a ticket here, if you want young people to come.

The most successful gigs I’ve had in the last year and a half, both financially and as far as size and demographic breadth, have been at a club that never charges a cover charge. It’s free to walk in the door seven nights a week. So, throughout the show I will say, ‘Glad you’re digging it—there’s a tip jar right here.’ Or, ‘There’s a box at the door; we’d love for you to show your financial love for us in some way.’”

According to Parker, this voluntary pricing model winds up drawing more people, and earning more money from each person, on average, than a fixed door fee would.

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axophonist and composer Ken Vandermark hustles for gigs on an international scale. He’s a veteran of the Chicago jazz scene, having released fistfuls of albums on labels like Okka Disk and Atavistic. In recent years, though, he’s been focusing his efforts on building musical and business relationships in Europe, particularly Scandinavia.

Many of his recent releases have been collaborations with Swedish players like drummer Paal Nilssen-Love or saxophonist Mats Gustafsson, and he’s built up a strong sub-catalog on Scandinavian label Smalltown Superjazz. Vandermark now spends, by his estimation, up to eight months a year playing in Europe, simply because for a free jazz saxophonist, that’s where the gigs are—and they’re more rewarding even on a non-monetary level, frequently including food and lodging for the artists, which doesn’t happen in the States. photo by joel wanek

In 1999, Vandermark got a once-in-a-lifetime boost when he received a $265,000 MacArthur “GeKen Vandermark and nius Grant” Fellowship. He immediately pumped the Vandermark 5 the money into supporting his primary bands, the DKV Trio and the Vandermark 5. “When I had the MacArthur, I was subsidizing tours with that money from ’99 to about 2005, and after that money was gone, it was really impossible to tour in North America the way I wanted to.”

Though he’s originally from Boston, Vandermark credits the self-determination of the Chicago scene, and the Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians (AACM) in particular, as a major inspiration to him and others. “Over the years, there’s been a cultivation of a wide variety of places to play. There’s a venue every night of the week presenting uncommercial improvised music. Some nights there’s more than one thing happening. And it took a long time for that to develop.

“In a lot of other cities, just to find someone with an art gallery or a storefront who’ll say, ‘Yeah, you can put your weird music here,’ it’s like starting from the ground up,” Vandermark continues. In Chicago, by contrast, the community spirit is a source of inspiration and reinforcement for independent jazz and improvising musicians.

And that’s the larger lesson, one young jazz musicians increasingly seem to be taking to heart—booking their own gigs, funding their own recording sessions and using Facebook, Twitter and blogs to hype releases ­— Jason Parker and gigs and communicate directly with fans their own age. “When you see someone do it, you say, ‘Shit, I could do that, too,’” says Vandermark.

“That makes it a lot more seemingly viable.”

“

I think the traditional jazz club model is not particularly friendly for a younger audience.

Even 15, 20 dollars is too much to charge for a ticket here, if you want young people to come.”

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Truth Cult

20 years of orbiting the underworld with Daniel Higgs / by Joe Gross

A wall of distortion, a banjo pluck, tattoos everywhere. A beard, a rant, two pair of pants. “Put our heads together, stick our heads together”

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y first image of Daniel Higgs—poet,

visual artist, wearer of hats and suits and epic facial hair when it’s way too warm, former (once and future?) singer for the Baltimore rock band Lungfish—is still my favorite: Head thrown back, arms bent in front of the microphone, shadows set to make him look like an imposing animal that somehow wandered on stage, rearing its head back before it howls. It’s the photo on the cover of the first Lungfish EP, 1990’s Necklace of Heads, but it’s also shrunk down to fit the insert to Wedge, the first compilation EP released by Simple Machines Records.

The other songs on the comp are the Hated’s cover of Paul Simon’s “I Am a Rock,” (which has to be some sort of emo apotheosis), Geek’s “Herasure” (feminist college rock somewhere between Ignition and Throwing Muses) and Edsel’s “Feeder” (about as heavy as they got). Then there’s Lungfish’s

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“Nothing Is Easy.” Compared to what came later for the band, it’s a fairly traditional rock song—verse chorus verse, 4/4 time, chords and a riff. Anthemic and righteous, romantic and Romantic, it made Baltimore seem like the mystical place—as American Catholicism’s first landing, as the home of activist Philip Berrigan—it deserved to be. Lungfish ran parallel to DC’s post-hardcore ground zero—in the scene, sort of, but not of it.

Lungfish’s early records—Heads, 1992’s Talking Songs for Walking, 1993’s Rainbows From Atoms—are post-hardcore triumphs that sound triumphant. Emo, as it were, in the best possible way. All of them refine the Lungfish sound: Asa Osborne’s impossibly simple chords, woven like rough cloth of primitive pattern; drummer Mitchell Feldstein’s weird triplets, used as if that’s the only sound he could make; and bassist John Chriest, widening and deepening the sound. Producer Ian MacKaye, who adored them, gave them a thick, broad sound, while Higgs’ lyrics folded together technology and biology,

sex and meditations, history and nature. Perhaps my single favorite line from this period, from “Abraham Lincoln,” on Rainbows: “What’s gonna free you to see / What you were always free to see through?”

Your move, Gertrude Stein.

There’s a band photo on the inner sleeve for Talking Songs for Walking wherein Higgs is wearing one pair of pants over another. On anyone else, you’d think, maybe it’s just cold outside. On him? My pals and I speculated over and over: What must he have to contain, lest it destroy us all?

Pass and Stow, reissued on remastered LP on Sept. 13 on Dischord—all but the last few of Lungfish’s 12 LPs and EPs are out of print, except digitally—felt like a leap forward. Their sound scaled up, dramatically. On the opener “Cleaner Than Your Surroundings,” a few seconds of silence, then Osborne’s enormous guitar—what was once revolution-summer sublime is now a crashing wave, dense with harmonics, easily the equal of any shoegazer. Then Higgs, intoning like a pagan muezzin: “If. You. Were. To. Be-come. Cleaner than your surroundings / If you WERE to be-COMMME cleaner than your surroundings!” Not a bad summation of punk’s ambition.

Higgs’ lyrics become increasingly abstract: “Telling lies, apologizing / For our love of country / Dirt and tree bug river / Blue jay chair leg / Parking meter pinwheel sport coat / Rudder bucket TELESCOPIC!” Song to song, Pass and Stow moves from strength to strength, from the humming, instrumental “At Liberty to Say” to the thunderous “Computer” (“On the one hand you’ve got the law / On the other hand you’ve got the law”) to the loping closer “Terminal Crush” with the somehow deeply disturbing chorus: “Hands they shake, swollen with pills.”

Nothing sounded like them then, nothing sounds like them now. Is there higher praise? Should there be?

The band continued, with odd breaks here and there, and tiny variations in their sound, mostly getting slower and more deliberate. Repetition, repetition, repetition. Transcendence someday.

Or everyday.

Their final album was the excellent Feral Hymns in 2005. No way of really knowing if this most recent break is permanent, but it sure feels like it, if for no other reason than Higgs has surged ahead with his solo work, releasing a string of largely acoustic albums of psychedelic ramble that make him the ultimate new weird American. He is Dylan to Devendra Banhart’s Donovan. Higgs, probably in his mid-40s, already seems about 300 years old. If we found out tomorrow that he actually took one of those two pictures of Robert Johnson, or meditated with the Carter Family, or traveled with Woody Guthrie, or co-wrote the goddamn “Battle Hymn of the Republic,” I don’t think his fans would even blink.

Favoring banjo and accordion and Jew’s harp, Higgs’ most recent solo album is the double LP Say God (Thrill Jockey), produced with welcome restraint by TV on the Radio’s David Andrew Sitek. In some ways, Higgs’ M.O. hasn’t changed too much—lots of spirituality that scans as vaguely Christian, but seems more generally Gnostic, Jesus and the Bible as icons of faith rather than something to literally believe in—backed by minimalist drones that reduce the song about as far as it can go while still seeming, well, catchy. (Another album is due in the fall, a collaboration with electronic artist Twig Harper.)

I saw Higgs play solo earlier this year. He got lost and was late to the gig, which was in a chapel in Austin.

Nobody really minded; everyone was a fanatic. Even more so when the dude bounded up the stairs, walked in, tested the acoustics by shouting, declined amplification, sat down and started to play within two minutes of arriving. It was like seeing an MC roll into a hiphop gig at 2 a.m., grab the mic as he leaves the limo and just start dropping science, like whatever. Amazing.

On Say God, “Hoofprints on the Ceilings of Your Mind” alternates between repeating that phrase and repeating the phrase “Holy Bible time,” before Higgs breaks the fourth wall with a monologue explaining the song: “I’ve been making a big deal about [the song] everywhere I go... I feel like a pitch salesman... we’ll skip the pitch and I will unveil the product... inspect this song and see if it lives up to your own standards of song quality.” This goes on for about 12 minutes, the accordion breathing in and out.

“Root & Bough” goes on and on in virtually the same breath—for 17 minutes this time—while the solo banjo instrumental “Song for Azariah” provides a little color, like going from black and white to sepia. “Christ Among Us” feels more like one half of a sing-song conversation than anything else. Banjo here and there, mostly a cappella. A little exhausting maybe, but never boring. Or is it a little boring, but never exhausting?

Can I even tell anymore?

Repetition, repetition, repetition. Transcendence someday.

Or everyday. Get familiar.

What must he have to contain, lest it destroy us all?

Say God is available in stores now from Thrill Jockey.

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The Lifers

Superchunk return after nearly a decade with their best album yet / by Jess Harvell

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espite the best efforts of the nostalgia industry’s revisionist his-

torians, take it from someone who was there: the early ’90s were not a great time for mainstream rock. Critics and A&R men blathered breathlessly about the alt-rock boom, about young and innovative bands storming the major label system, something they’d been promising since Seymour Stein first went to CBGB’s. In reality, as always, things quickly devolved to business as usual: well-paid professionals playing turgid hard rock, with baggy denim and Manic Panic replacing leather trousers and crimping irons. You still had to go underground to find the good stuff.

Twenty-one years ago, Superchunk released their first single on Merge, the label co-owned by members Laura Ballance and Mac McCaughan. By the time the band hit their stride in the early ’90s, grunge was D.O.A., a slog through soggy cock rock clichés. Superchunk brought the speed and taut pop smarts of punk, with Ballance’s bass and perpetually underrated drummer Jon Wurster providing pedal-down propulsion as McCaughan and guitarist Jim Wilbur spun buzzsaw melodies. Yes, melodies: Underneath the cranked-up distortion, you could hear a band with the same innate knack for hooks that launched fellow fuzz fiends Hüsker Dü and Dinosaur Jr. They were songs that sounded just as catchy when it was just McCaughan and an acoustic guitar.

Superchunk’s records also felt like they came from the real world, or at least the same world as the people who bought them. The band hailed from Chapel Hill, NC—hardly a small town, but also worlds away from the alien urbanite hipness of New York or L.A. Superchunk’s subjects

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were instantly understood by suburban kids desperate for something to do: stumbling home drunk from bad parties at dawn; fumbling through unrequited crushes; playing in a band. Their 1994 classic Foolish made the stuff of twentysomething life—bad breakups, looming adulthood, finding ways to strike out on your own—sound dramatic, without getting melodramatic about it.

Superchunk’s records had the spark of something special, but they were made by four people who didn’t act like they were really doing anything special, just working hard, writing songs, playing shows. It wasn’t that you wanted to be them, the way you once dreamed of being Diamond Dave or Axl or any other stretch-limo casualty, because you were probably a lot like them already. They were regular folks; that was part of the draw.

That makes the band’s albums sound like period pieces, or at least something best enjoyed when you’re young. Not so. The early ’90s underground was full of punks-gone-tuneful, but few have endured like Superchunk. The band re-

leased eight albums between 1990 and 2001. Over the decade, as indie and its audience changed around them, Superchunk’s music evolved along with its members.

McCaughan grew more relaxed as a songwriter with each release, easing into slower tempos, even as later, looser songs like 1999’s “Pink Clouds” still centered around his everyman’s take on romance. As the new millennium rolled around, the band was incorporating classic Brill Building string arrangements and jazz-tinged brass harmonies without abandoning a sense of do-it-yourself accessibility. Until they went on hiatus in 2002, it seemed like Superchunk might turn into a perennial, reliably delivering a new, excellent and slightly different album every few years. The band offered a model for indie rock as a lifelong pursuit, rather than a hobby or a fleeting collegiate fancy.

Merge offered its own model for indie self-sufficiency, the still-potent idea that doing small things on your own terms was better (and saner) than becoming the victim of a major label’s fickle accounting.

Time has proved McCaughan and Ballance right in this regard; in the band’s downtime, the label has thrived. “At this point, it’s a large beast that needs to be photos by Jason Arthurs

fed,” Ballance says. “We have 11 employees, and they’re part of why we do it, too.

And all the bands are part of why we do it—they’re the main reason we do it. All of these bands are relying on us to do a good job representing them. And we feel a personal responsibility to them.”

Now, in 2010, it’s a lot harder to claim that indie labels always offer an idealistic alternative to majors. Indie culture is littered with rip-off artists, failed get-richquick schemes and shady entrepreneurs.

But outside of Dischord, it’s tough to think of another label that’s stuck to its ideals as fiercely as Merge. And Dischord’s never had a record hit the Top Ten.

Merge is now a most successful label; the current roster includes both the Arcade Fire and Spoon, two bands who have become unexpected mainstream darlings as the goalposts for success have radically shifted. This is a pretty unprecedented state of affairs, especially since Merge still functions on the scale of a resolutely indie operation. Merge does not chase hits; McCaughan and Ballance still sign bands because they love them. If they happen to cross over, great. If not, Merge can at least offer them the same safe haven they’ve built for Superchunk.

“I think our independence has been instrumental in our longevity [as a band],”

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That independence has also allowed Superchunk to work at their own pace, a luxury in a trend-conscious scene where memories are short and three-year gaps between albums can land you in the “where are they now” file. Superchunk have finally released their ninth album, Majesty Shredding, after a nine-year absence. It is not a reunion record. Superchunk never broke up; they took a break. There’s no pretense on the band’s part that Majesty Shredding is an “event,” because that’d be antithetical to their unassuming just-a-band M.O. But fans should still take note, even those suspicious of albums released after long

hiatuses. Superchunk sound revitalized here. Song for song, Majesty Shredding might just be their best album yet.

New Century Dream

The thing is: Superchunk hadn’t planned on taking a break after 2001’s Here’s to Shutting Up. It only seemed necessary after a grueling tour in support of the album, which happened to be released just a week after 9/11. Needless to say, spirits weren’t particular high in the aftermath. “[Shutting Up] came out on a really bad day, and the touring that we did after it was really hard on all of us,” Ballance

says. “They way we toured, too—we tried to do it all in a really tight schedule, cover Japan, Europe and the United States in a short period of time. We basically killed ourselves. And because of September 11… it’s amazing what it did to people, all over the world. It just knocked the wind out of everybody. Even the people who came to shows, nobody was having a good time.

Everyone was just shocked. And so much of what helps bands get through a tour is the energy they get back from people when they play. It just wasn’t there.”

Life was intervening, too. There were now children and spouses and the less

rock-friendly pleasures of home to conding] really prevented us from getting too sider. As the band got caught up in the deep into the process, to the point where currents of family responsibility, their you’re sick of the songs. I think there’s a proposed short break began to stretch nice sense of spontaneity to it.” from months to years. There were always McCaughan began demo-ing new Suoutside projects as well: Merge crested perchunk songs, and found himself moving into the 21st century; Wurster moved to away from the ornate pop constructions of New York and began to play with a number the band’s pre-hiatus albums. “I think that of bands, notably the Mountain Goats; and doing a few shows every year, and having a McCaughan, always lot of fun doing them, made me think that an inveterate homerecorder, bore down on this record should be Portastatic, the genrematerial that we really hopping “side project” like to play live,” Mcwhose discography Caughan says. “That’s now rivals Supercfun to play live. And hunk’s own for size and to me, a lot of that is consistent quality. more upbeat mateThe band stoked rial, where you don’t Superchunk, kept need a keyboard and a their momentum from lot of other stuff going burning out entirely, by on. You can just have playing live here and a distortion box, and there: benefits, festithe songs will sound val appearances, onelike they sound on the night-only club stands. record.”

“Once you start taking “Like it or not, playtime off, it’s pretty easy ing live is a big part for it just to stay that of what you’re doing way,” Ballance says. as a band,” Ballance “We played the occasays. “If you’re going sional show, and it was —Laura ballance to go play live shows, always fun, especially it’s a lot more fun to doing a one-off and not play songs that come having to do a whole string of dates where across well when you’re playing them live, you drive yourself 600 miles and then that aren’t hard-to-nearly-impossible to play another show.” Majesty Shredding present in a live setting. So, I do think grew out of these intermittent gigs in the [Majesty Shredding] is simpler in those most organic way; Ballance laughs about terms, and a little bit more rock ‘n’ roll.” the band realizing that “it would be nice It’s hard to guess what a first-time listo have some new songs to play, because tener might make of 1990’s Superchunk tojust playing these old ones over and over day. Heard with modern ears, when Merge gets boring.” artists like the Arcade Fire draw compariWith members now in different cities, sons to the epic sweep of U2, Superchunk’s it wasn’t possible for everyone to crowd debut album is more like an enthusiastic into a practice space for two weeks and first-draft than a fussed-over final prodwork out the fine details of the arrange- uct ready to compete with the classic rock ments, as they had on 1999’s Come Pick canon. It doesn’t sound much like hardMe Up and Here’s to Shutting Up. McCa- core, but it shares hardcore’s get-it-done ughan, at least, saw the band’s new longurgency. You can hear the band’s roots in distance setup as an opportunity to get ’80s D.I.Y., a world where bands sold justaway from over-thinking in the studio. recorded cassettes out of their vans before “In some ways I think we kinda worked house shows. the life out of some of those songs because Few people talk about the sound of Suwe had played them so many times,” he perchunk records. They talk about the says. “I think [recording Majesty Shredquality of the songs, or the energy of the

I think that doing a few shows every year, and having a lot of fun doing them, made me think that this record should be material that we really like to play live.”

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The driving pop-punk of 1991’s No Pocky for Kitty was given extra bass-drum boom and feedback snarl thanks to Steve Albini’s usual biases. Two years later, On the Mouth was shaped by the rackety garage band vibe brought in by John “Rocket From the Crypt” Reis. The spacious atmosphere and crisp, clanging guitars of Foolish can be traced directly to the mood Brian Paulson crafted on Slint’s Spiderland. Late in the decade, they drafted Jim O’Rourke for 1999’s Come Pick Me Up, who added the smoothed-out jazz tinge of Chicago post-rock. And now Scott Solter has given Superchunk’s new songs a bright and punchy power-pop shine, as if the Buzzcocks had been able to afford ELO’s production values.

“I think that you can look at all our records, and the people we’ve worked with, like Brian Paulson and Jim O’Rourke and Albini—these were all people where we were fans of records that they had worked on,” McCaughan says. “And so again with Scott, Jon had worked with him already, but I also really liked the way his records sounded—Mountain Goats records, Court and Spark records, Jon Vanderslice records, stuff like that.”

Majesty Shredding is more “rock ‘n’ roll” for sure, but Solter and the band’s attention to craft means it’s no on-the-cheap punk record. It has all the hi-def polish of Here’s to Shutting Up, its more genteel predecessor, but the songs pop like the Superchunk of 15 years ago, back when the barnburners outweighed the ballads. Opener “Digging for Something” all but perfects one of the band’s best tricks—mid-tempo verses that go careening into full-throttle choruses, with McCaughan’s voice leaping out at you—and songs like “Crossed Wires” sound like the band had 10 years of pent-up excitement they were forced to unload in three minutes. Especially at a time when a host of younger bands (Wavves, Male Bonding) seem steeped in Superchunk’s 40

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We’re definitely making [Majesty Shredding] for our old fans. But I’m really curious, actually, how this record will go over, if we’ll be dismissed as some old band that’s made a reunion record, or if there will be new people that actually take us up.”

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legacy, this is both unexpected and welcome, in a “let’s show these kids how it’s done” sorta way.

McCaughan and Ballance both wonder how indie’s current college age audience— kids “who weren’t born, frighteningly enough, when we made our first record,” as McCaughan says—will take to the album. “We’re definitely making [Majesty Shredding] for our old fans,” Ballance says.

“But I’m really curious, actually, how this record will go over, if we’ll be dismissed as some old band that’s made a reunion record, or if there will be new people that actually take us up.”

All long-running bands with a devoted fan base eventually run into this problem.

There’s a point at which a band “perfects” their sound in the eyes of certain listeners; everything after that can be ignored.

Much as Merge gives them the latitude to do what they want, business-wise, Superchunk, to their credit, still seem more interested in pursuing whatever sound they feel like at the moment. But they’re aware of the weight of 20-plus years’ worth of fan expectations.

“For me, a lot of bands that have been around for a long time, without fail at a certain point they lose me,” Ballance

says. “I’m sure there are a lot of people who feel that way about us, and I guess for that reason you need new fans. But I hope that we’re not in peoples’ heads as this worn-out band still doing the dogand-pony show... Then there’s a band like Yo La Tengo who’ve just been going, and they’ve never stopped, and I don’t think people see them that way at all.”

She laughs. “I mean, I don’t want to hear anything from Billy Corgan ever again. But Yo La Tengo? Yes.”

The Question is How Fast

There are few sure ways left to attract a new audience, except touring, exhaustively, in a manner not exactly conducive to parenthood. Majesty Shredding fulfills McCaughan and Balance’s hopes: It sounds like it would kill on stage. But there are less than a dozen shows scheduled in support (as of press time). Is the widescale, country-storming, ocean-crossing tour a thing of the past for the new, domesticated Superchunk?

“Yes,” Ballance says with a sigh of relief. “The longest thing we’ve done is this past winter we went to Japan and did five shows. I wound up bringing my family with me, because I didn’t want to be away from them for seven or eight days, and I thought it would be an adventure. We’re still going to tour; we just won’t be doing six-week-long tours. Which I am happy to do without, because they’re brutal.”

“We still get to travel,” McCaughan says.

“We got to go to Barcelona to play the Primavera Festival. Those kinds of shows are still great, and it’s fun to get to see people and other bands you wouldn’t get to see otherwise. But the being away from home part is the bummer, really.”

There’s also not the not inconsiderable responsibility of Merge. The label’s success, welcome as it is, requires more-thanfull-time attention. The guiding philosophy, however, remains the same as when Merge was a bedroom operation putting out small-run vinyl singles: Keep things manageable.

“We’ve always, from the beginning, operated in a pretty conservative way, and in a practical way,” McCaughan says. “We weren’t doing that out of some ideology.

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There was never a time when we had to say, ‘We’re going to put all of our money down on this album. And if it pays off, then we’re all good. And if not, we’re done.’

There was never an option, or a desire, to work in that way.”

That baseline practicality has helped Merge become a model for success in the midst of mass layoffs at major labels and big box stores dumping their CD departments. Success may offer a new sense of stability, but it hasn’t turned McCaughan and Ballance into gamblers. Merge is still viable because it’s never hoped to sell a million records, whatever it takes; it’s never been the indie that secretly wants to be a major. That attitude has helped McCaughan and Ballance weather the early years of the digital era, as majors realize, to their horror, that they’re selling fewer records than some indies.

“There’s this weird thing of independent bands, whether they’re on Merge or Domino or whoever, becoming more and more ‘mainstream’ in terms of people’s awareness, but at the same time, [we’re] looking at the music industry becoming more of a niche thing,” McCaughan says. “But we’ve always, just by the nature of what kind of label we are, had to have pretty conservative ideas about how many records we’re going to sell. That’s not a new position for us to take, though it’s probably a new position for the music industry as a whole.”

Those values—fiscal conservatism, realistic expectations, disdain for biz indulgences—have paid off for Superchunk as well. Their longevity is proof. But then again, Superchunk came of age when you could still get 30,000 people to buy a seven-inch by semi-obscure band. Today’s hype bands—the ones with the whisperdown-the-lane blog buzz and blanket goodwill from a shrinking music press corps and publicity blitzes that would make some TMZ stars blush—struggle to break the 3K mark for a digital release.

It’s tempting (if depressing) to wonder if bands like Superchunk actually represent the end of an era.

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think the act of writing songs and making to pack it in now. Their pride in Majesty music has changed much. So, if people are Shredding is the best proof that Supercdriven to do that now, I don’t know why hunk are alive and well, but you may still they wouldn’t be doing it in 30 years. They want to catch them on this go-round, just may not be making a living at it, but when in case. we started the band we didn’t plan on mak“Even though we do stuff at longer ining a living at it, either.” tervals than we did for the first 13 years of Few musicians (or music biz pundits) our existence, I don’t think we would have are willing to guess what the landscape bothered to put so much work into the new might look like in 2032, whethrecord, and playing shows this er it’ll be a dystopian free-forfall, if we were at the same time all or a world where people are saying, ‘we’re done,’” McCaughan once again (grudgingly) paying says. “When we do play our last for records. Neither McCaughan show, I don’t think we’ll know nor Ballance seems much interit’s our last show. It’s not really ested in playing psychic; there’s our kind of way of doing things to enough on their plates to keep make a big deal about it.” them focused on the present.

Majesty Shredding will After all, they’ve got a band, and be released a (short) tour booked, and an September 14 from Merge. album they worked too hard on

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this month’s best new releases

Let the Wolf Howl

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Nick Cave’s latest only suffers in comparison to his own best work / by J. Bennett

s latter-day rock musicians go, Nick Cave’s output has been canonized and mythologized,

exalted and occasionally derided, but hardly ever ignored. Those unfamiliar with his vast and sumptuous musical output may yet be familiar with the name from his work (screenplay and soundtrack) on the Great Acid Western of 2005, The Proposition. He’s written novels, too, including 1989’s brilliantly biblical and bravely verbose And the Ass Saw the Angel and 2009’s darkly comic (and Irvine Welsh-esque) The Death of Bunny Munro.

Despite all his extracurricular activities, Cave continues to bestride the stereo field like a colossus.

His most recent album with the Bad Seeds, released in 2008 and appropriately titled Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!, reasserted his supremacy among mere mortals in the rock idiom. It gave fresh voice—and new life, like Lazarus, not that Cave needed it—to the Bad Seeds, who had already mastered their own finelytuned balladry on 2004’s double-album apotheosis, Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus.

There are those who doubt Cave’s genius, and they are destined to live less fulfilling lives because of it. Of course, some of his albums are better than others, but to listen to Nick Cave is also, on a slightly sardonic but no less visceral level, to have a greater understanding of one’s fellow man. It’s a vision of man as mired in his own faults and shortcomings, his prurience and vice, but also his glory. For Nick Cave is nothing if not “one of us,” no matter how superhuman he occasionally seems.

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Exhibit A: Grinderman, Cave’s side project collaboration with Bad Seeds Warren Ellis (guitar, organ and about a half dozen et ceteras), Martyn Casey (bass) and the almost-seven-foot Jim Sclavunos (drums). Much was written about how Grinderman were staking out separate territory vis-à-vis the Bad Seeds on the former’s self-titled debut back in 2007. All of it was a thousand percent true and a thousand percent bullshit.

Sadly, most of Grinderman 2 does not hold a flickering candle to its predecessor. That’s the bad news. The good news is that its predecessor was such an unbridled monster of rarefied cacophony and lyrical wit that nobody could reasonably expect any follow-up to come close. Grinderman 2’s comparative lack of substantive oomph is partly down to the glaring absence of an immediate face-grabber/ squeezer/ripper like “No Pussy Blues” or the wry, semi-tropical “Go Tell the Women.” And yet opener “Mickey Mouse and the Goodbye Man” almost does an excellent job of capturing the Grinderman spirit, at least musically.

“Mickey Mouse” is all wolfman howl, randy bass buildup and car-crash guitar squall, an ascension that takes the listener higher and higher with the promise of a payoff that never quite pays off. Cave’s lyrics seem mindlessly off-the-cuff—maybe that’s the idea—and the song drags on for way too long.

But the Grinder Men make up for this misstep almost instantly on “Worm Tamer,” one of the album’s shortest and most satisfying cuts. “I guess I’ve loved you for too long,” Cave intones over a swirling miasma of backing “oohs” and a ’70s black-magic groove.

“Far too long.” It’s sinister and serpentine and highly effective. At nearly seven minutes, “When My Baby Comes” is the album’s gyrating centerpiece, the kind of deceptively coiled freakout that most self-styled “jam” bands would ruin almost instantly with some runaway improvisation. It’s also the preamble to the super-charged motel sermon of “Evil,” in which Cave demands, “Who needs a TV? You are my TV! Who needs a record player? You are my record player!’”

But from there, the decline is steep. “Kitchenette” takes a long, boozy stroll at the expense of the Stooges’ trademark guitar tone while Cave howls and moans lasciviously about biscuit jars and gingerbread men. It’s funny if you’re reading along with the lyrics, boring as hell if you’re not. “Bellringer Blues” brings the Stooges tone back, fuses it with George Harrison’s back-masked sitar moves and ends up sounding like a way less satisfying version of the Bad Seeds’ 1996 version of “Stagger Lee.” Like most of the album, it’s not bad, but it’s not great, either. And it probably only seems that way because Grinderman set their own bar so impossibly high.

Abe Vigoda Crush [PPM]

Abe Vigoda’s new album shakes and twitches with the same nervous energy that’s carried them through four full-lengths in less than five years. What’s unexpected about Crush is how gorgeous it turned out to be. Like many of their young, scruffy L.A. contemporaries—the playfully confrontational Mika Miko, the hardcore-indebted No Age—Abe Vigoda are deeply influenced by ’80s punk and post-punk. Yet rather than recreating the friendly fury of Hüsker Dü (like No Age) or the sleazy attack of the Germs (like Mika Miko), Abe Vigoda now swoon like a first-wave 4AD act, with gloomy goth melodies and swirling proto-shoegaze guitars shaken up by jittery new wave and African rhythms. Imagine the Cure, say, if they merged Three Imaginary Boys with Disintegration.

Not that it’s as good as Disintegration, mind you. That’s a towering, unrepeatable document, the apex of the Cure’s career, the very sound of teenage ennui pressed into a petroleum disc. Abe Vigoda, on the other hand, are still finding their own voice. They’re magpies—elements swiped from ABC and New Order, Simple Minds and My Bloody Valentine make their way onto Crush—but damn if their swipes aren’t tied together seamlessly.

Even singer Michael Vidal’s ache-weighted croon sounds straight out of Manchester. If you’re enough of an Anglophile to rip off the damn accent, well, you’ve got to own it, and if nothing else, Crush is a testament Abe Vigoda’s shamelessness. It sounds less like a new album than a forgotten classic from the depths of 1985. —Jess Harvell

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My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky [ Young God]

The first Swans album in 14 years announces itself with the clang of church bells. That’s apt. Like an initiation into some religious cult, Swans’ music has always been designed to test both your faith and your endurance. Protoindustrial ’80s albums like Cop and Filth are holy dirges, their excruciating rhythms hammered out with a true believer’s maniacal mix of intensity and restraint. Gira’s lyrics stared into the abyss so unblinkingly that they moved past “transgressive” shtick and into something legitimately frightening. And while time may have tempered Swans’ music—incorporating once-unthinkable elements like acoustic guitars, oceanic keyboard washes, vocal harmonies—the band’s onstage volume is still punishing to the point where buying a ticket might constitute self-harm.

On My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky, Gira still sounds like he’d rather remove a literal pound of flesh than mellow out, even if the days of screaming, bellowing and fire-belching seem to be behind him. In their place, his voice has taken on the sour, dusty twang of hellfire country.

It fits this music perfectly. Compared to the cosmic post-rock of Swans’ last album, 1996’s Soundtracks for the Blind, the apocalyptic blues of My Father sounds as if crawled out of an unreleased Jodorowsky western. The highlights are the bruisers— rumbling opener “No Words/No Thoughts,” the sinister glam of “My Birth” and Gira’s desperate vocal on “Eden Prison” (where was this when von Trier was soundtracking Anti-Christ?)—but some of My Father is gentle enough to woo those long put-off by Swans’ (well-deserved) rep. —Jess Harvell

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bout a year ago, the trailer for Werner Herzog’s My Son, My Son, What

Have Ye Done? started cropping up online, and it made the movie look like the kind of generic thriller that heavily airs on basic cable. A detective (Willem Dafoe) tools around San Diego in an unmarked sedan. An ominous voice-over teases some nonsense about an “unexpected crime” on a “quiet street.” A corpse lies on a suburban living room floor. Soon, the faces of dependable character actors—Michael Shannon, Michael Peña, Chloe Sevigny, Udo Kier—flash by. By the time the title cards “inspired by a true story” and “David Lynch presents” appear in quick succession, it’s not only difficult to take the movie seriously, but you’re wondering when Herzog, now in his late 60s, turned into just another Hollywood hack.

It’s such a boilerplate trailer that it’s easy to understand why My Son never received even a limited theatrical American release, and why it’s appearing straight-to-DVD this month. But to discount it entirely is to flatly reject one of cinema’s most idiosyncratic active auteurs. My Son is Herzog’s 18th feature film in a career that also includes more than 20 documentaries (for film and television), fictional and documentary shorts, acting and stage works. Herzog’s unmistakable authorial mark is the lone constant that runs through this career, but that’s an imprint that remains critically fugitive. It’s near impossible to define what, specifically, makes a Herzog movie a Herzog movie. But like pornography, you know it when you see it.

He emerged out of 1960s West Germany among a cohort of filmmakers dubbed New German Cinema, a group of directors that shared a desire to break with the past—as many of their peers born during the World War II years wanted—but not a unified notion as to how they would do that. Rainer Werner Fassbinder became the movement’s life/art-blurring enfant terrible. Wim Wenders slowly unfurled his Catholic humanism through his sobering melodramas. Alexander Kluge opted for intellectually observant films that married a vérité style to political themes.

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Dwarfs has earned a cult reputation as a sterling example of genuinely bizarre filmmaking, but only to appreciate its weirdness discounts so much of what it shares with Herzog’s oeuvre. Like the New German Cinema directors, Herzog was trying to find different stories to tell, but he was also more interested in incorporating different people and ideas into his process. Cinema would be a laboratory through which Herzog the director/investigator would explore states of existence.

He had his cast hypnotized for 1976’s Heart of Glass, a drama about the decline of an 18th century glass factory. For 1974’s The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser, Herzog cast Bruno S., not only an untrained actor, but a virtual adult foundling that spent most of his youth institutionalized, much like Hauser, the early 19th century figure who claimed to live his young life in isolation. In Herzog’s onscreen universe, fact would inform fiction and his fictions would look factually ordinary. Even in a movie as effectively bizarre as Dwarfs, its insanity is the re-

1997’s Little Dieter Needs to Fly recounts the story of Dieter Dengler, a Gersult of everyday people, animals and places. It’s only man-born man who wanted to become a pilot after he witnessed Allied forces when seeing them combined in Herzog’s compositions—a chicken pulling the feathers off another bombing his hometown during WWII. He eventually emigrated to America and dead chicken, a crucified monkey, a midget cackling became a Navy fighter pilot during the Vietnam War. In 1966 he was shot down at a camel—that they skyrocket into the surreal. over Laos, taken prisoner and then survived torture, starvation and 23 days in The ’70s also began Herzog’s collaboration with the jungle before being rescued. For the documentary Herzog escorts Dengler actor Klaus Kinski, a partnership that would not back to Southeast Asia, creating a haunting portrait of one man’s dream to fly only last nearly 20 years, but rival such teams as and will to survive.

Martin Scorsese/Robert De Niro, Akira Kurosawa/ Herzog explores a very different will in 2005’s Grizzly Man, his documentary Toshiro Mifune and Federico Fellini/Marcello Masabout self-appointed grizzly bear naturalist Timothy Treadwell, who lived in troianni for bulletproof brilliance. Herzog and Kin- Alaskan bear country for 13 summers before being killed and partially eaten ski would make seven movies together, including by a bear in 2003. Mixing Treadwell’s personal videos with interviews with two that remain high water marks in both of their Treadwell’s parents and associates, and the people who discovered his remains careers. For 1972’s Aguirre, the Wrath of God, Herand investigated the incident, Grizzly Man becomes a portrait of a haunted zog recreated 16th century Spanish conquistador soul, a man who felt so out of place among people he happily put himself in an Lope de Aguirre’s (Kinski) quest for a mythical city environment that led to his death. of gold up the Amazon River. To do so, Herzog outIt’s these sorts of people, men who feel out of society’s step, that inform fitted his cast in heavy, clumsy conquistador garb, Herzog’s most recent feature films, which can look like Hollywood sellouts supplied them with facsimiles of 16th century tools compared to Aguirre. His 2006 Rescue Dawn was the and weapons, and then set them into the jungle on MGM-produced, Christian Bale-starring dramatization of Chloe Sevigny in foot and cobbled-together rafts.

Dengler’s story. His 2009 Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New My Son, My Son, The result is an arrestingly arduous and someOrleans was less a remake of Abel Ferrara’s unforgettable What Have Ye Done? how breathtaking metaphorical road to ruin, a par- 1992 flick than a wholesale re-imagining of the tale of one able of ostensible civilization hitting the brick wall corrupt, drug-addicted, of nature that Herzog and Kinksi would experience amoral cop’s (Nicolas themselves in 1982’s Fitzcarraldo. Based on another Cage doing a damn good historical figure, Kinski plays the titular early 20th job channeling Kinski’s century eccentric, an opera-adoring Irishman living intensity) increasingly in Peru who wants to build an opera house there. tenuous grip on his life To raise the money, he gets into the rubber busi- in a city collectively ness, but to reach his rubber-rich land, he needs to hanging onto reality by move a giant steamer from one river tributary to a thread. And in My Son, Herzog has the Cro-Maanother—over a steep, muddy embankment using nothing but hired labor. gnon-skulled Michael To dramatize this folly, Herzog moves a giant Shannon inhabit Mark steamer from one river tributary to another—over a Yarkovsky, the 34-yearsteep, muddy embankment using nothing but hired old theater grad student labor. A fictional act of insanity is achieved via an who, in 1979, killed his actual act of insanity, and while Fitzcarraldo runs mother with a sword—re-enacting a scene from Orestes, the Greek tragedy in which he was then starring. well over two hours and takes its time about it, the very sight of an ocean vessel being pulled over a hill Herzog’s My Son, expectedly, isn’t the train wreck that its B-movie trailer permanently brands itself into the brain, and the suggests. Shannon is rivetingly and charismatically disturbed, and Herzog’s movie becomes one of the most indelible gift for mundane surrealism—flamingos? ostriches?—remains as popieces of madness ever set to cinema. tent as ever. And as the movie unwinds, a disquieting sense of unease “Madness” is a word often associated sinks under the skin. Is it as powerful as Fitzcarraldo? Of course not; with Herzog’s work, be it by reputation of few things are. But considered alongside Rescue and Lieutenant, My his method (Les Blank’s Burden of Dreams Son feels less like a veer into crass commercialism and more like andocumentary of the making of Fitzcarraldo other experiment, Herzog’s attempt to explore the nether regions of certainly captures a set on sanity’s edge), the the human soul in the rigid film language of mainstream movies. It may historical figures he turns to (Fitzcarraldo, not be as satisfying as his early work, but 40 years after having midgAguirre, Hauser), the performers he uses ets crucify a monkey, Werner Herzog continues to realize cinematic (Kinksi, Bruno S.) or his documentary sub- My Son, My dream worlds that most filmmakers would never even considered in What Have jects. Madness through Herzog’s cinematic Son, the first place.

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Rock and Rule’s future is now retro, but it’s still way out there / by Sean L. Maloney

n aging rock star kidnaps a budding starlet and uses her to summon a demon

that will help him get back on top of the game. It doesn’t really seem that farfetched given the current state of the music industry, right? Okay, it sounds completely preposterous, but nobody ever said that Rock and Rule, 1983’s oddest animated sci-fi feature, was ripped from the headlines of Billboard.

Rock and Rule follows the lives of anthropomorphic animal couple Omar and Angel, aspiring musicians in the dystopian burg of Ohmtown. International “super-rockerrr” and mad scientist Mok Swagger—voiced by Don Francks, known to students of ’80s toy-tie-in cartoons as a regular on Inspector Gadget and The Ewoks and Droids Adventure Hour—uses a “supercomputer” to track down Angel so he can manipulate her voice to open a star-shaped gate to hell and bring out the aforementioned demon. The whole thing is epically over-thetop, and therein lies the fun.

Directed by Clive A. Smith, the man behind the holiday-themed pseudoclassic Intergalactic Thanksgiving, and produced by those responsible for the infamously schlocky Star Wars Holiday Special, Rock and Rule is part of that small, strange cult of adult-oriented, rock-themed animated films that always sound brilliant on paper but never seem to click with mass audiences. Talking animals? Check. Spaceships? Check. Laser beams? Check. Debbie Harry, Cheap Trick, Lou Reed and Earth Wind and Fire on the soundtrack? Quadruple check.

One would think that, in bringing together the mind-expanding properties of both animation and rock music, you’d find yourself with an unstoppable combination, a cultural juggernaut that could dominate the entertainment landscape like, say, a mad rock scientist with a flying car, supercomputer and demonic hellspawn at his disposal. But these films have been alienating audiences ever since the Beatles’ 1968 Yellow Submarine.

(Beloved today, but not released on VHS until 1999, mostly because it’s so damned odd.) Through its awkward adolescence with ’70s films like Flo and Eddie’s Down and Dirty Duck or the Harry Nilsson-scored The Point, the grown-up rock-cartoon has aimed for greatness, but landed firmly on the side of weirdness.

The style sputtered out in the early ’80s with commercial duds, including Ralph Bakshi’s innocuous but ultimately un- Rock and Rule satisfying American Pop and the ham-fisted adaptation of the comes to Blu-ray 28 classic comic anthology Heavy Metal, before finally crawl- September from Unearthed ing into an unmarked grave with Rock and Rule. (Though Films.

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it should be noted that the coke dealer singing “Night Moves” in American Pop is one of the funniest things ever committed to film. It isn’t meant to be, but it is.) For all the cutting-edge cultural cache they may have had upon their release, these films have long been consigned to the dustbin of home video history.

Yet strangely, here’s Rock and Rule, again, on DVD. And despite the gentle ribbing and critical dismissals the film received upon release, it’s tough to watch and not think to yourself, Oh yeah, this rules!

The set and background designs are cool in a very Euro-punk/futurist way, definitely influenced by cartoonists like Heavy Metal mainstay Moebius and the 2000 A.D. Crew. And the soundtrack is, in fact, quite rockin’. (Well, at least if you ignore “My Name is Mok,” possibly the worst song that Lou Reed has ever recorded. And that’s saying something.)

The characters will never be held up as examples of screenwriting brilliance, but there’s always the epic climax, perhaps best described as King Kong versus the Phantom of the Opera versus Howard the Duck. With that blow-out ending, Rock and Rule still manages to bring a bit of kitschy sci-fi fun to our own dystopian present.

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* Directors often get all the credit

when it comes to great films, and great TV shows are often seen as ensemble pieces. But what about the actors who help elevate a flick to classic status, or the unsung stars who take a show to the next level? Each month, Pretty Great Performances looks at the actors who rescued a project from failure or added that extra layer of awesomeness.

Pretty Great Performances* Long-suffering character actor John Slattery is finally graced with the iconic role he deserves

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f you’re an actor aiming for TV and movies, talented and a little

lucky, you might, say, get a few roles on Law and Order between theater work here and there. If you’re talented and extremely lucky, you can work for years in character parts, jumping from show to show, sometimes repeating a part for a number of episodes, appearing in a movie now and then. You are a particular type; you wobble around the edges of that type now and then; you can get the job done.

And if you’re talented and unbelievably lucky, you graduate from the previous category, and roll the traits and tics and skills for which you were hired in the past into one of the most entertaining parts on one of the best regarded shows of its era. Much like the end of a Choose Your Own Adventure book, if you have reached this point in the story, you are probably John Slattery as the almighty Roger Sterling, the smooth, WASP-y and bone-dry co-owner of Sterling Cooper, and now founding partner of Sterling Cooper Draper Pryce, on Mad Men. Slattery kicked around for years on TV, always rock-solid in part after sarcastic and whip-smart part. Seriously, if you turned on a television at any time in the past 20 years, you probably flipped past him playing a distant rake on Will and Grace; or a distant ex-husband on Judging Amy; or a politician really into water sports on Sex and the City; or a romantically doomed guy on Ed; or a physically doomed guy on a big hunk of Desperate Housewives.

Slattery also appeared on the failed HBO series K Street playing a gent named Tommy Flannegan, a character a lot closer to his own ethnicity than mega-white Roger Sterling. He even played supporting parts on two series (Home Front and Jack and Bobby) that lasted a good two seasons apiece without anyone I’ve met ever seeing an episode. So, you can’t say the guy didn’t earn his stripes.

Slattery’s reward is Sterling, a genuine American badass. He nails the hottest secretary, smokes and drinks constantly, says pretty much whatever smart thing comes into his head at any time. It is pretty well impossible to imagine Sterling licking anything other than a conquest. He’s proud he served during World War II and rolls his eyes at certain modernities. Clearly, Sterling is a blast to write for, and Slattery knows it. To wit, some of the gospel according to Roger Sterling.

In the beginning, there was booze: “Now, my generation? We drink because it’s good.

Because it feels better than unbuttoning your collar. Because we deserve it. We drink because it’s what men do… Your

kind, with your gloomy thoughts? Your worries? You’re all busy licking some imaginary wound.”

On John Glenn: “It’s incredible what passes for heroism these days. I’d like ticker tape for pulling out of my driveway and going around the block three times. It’s not like people were shooting at him.”

Now, my generation?

We drink because it’s good. Because it feels better than unbuttoning your collar. Because we deserve it. We drink because it’s what men do… Your kind, with your gloomy thoughts? Your worries? You’re all busy licking some imaginary wound.”

—Roger Sterling

He’s a partner at Sterling Cooper, as his father founded the firm, but there’s never a tremendous amount of evidence that he does a whole lot of work. But he understands the gig. This is a business built on relationships and if there’s one thing Sterling excels at, it’s relationships, something Don Draper just can’t do: “You know what my father used to say? ‘Being with a client is like being in a marriage. Sometimes you get into it for the wrong reasons, and eventually they hit you in the face.’”

You never doubt that Slattery’s Sterling

can take the blow. He rolls like a pimp because life is short and that is what men do.

And he’s not immune to idiocy. He has a wife who either doesn’t know or doesn’t care about his habits, and whom he dumps for a younger model. Draper gives him shit about it, but Sterling owns his sins, something Draper also still can’t do. Then again, Slattery’s already climbed Mt. Everest.

To Joan Holloway, about a particularly hands-y client: “Poor bastard probably couldn’t help himself, the way you glide around that office like some magnificent ship.”

His closest companion in the office isn’t Don (more like an ally he happens to respect and like), or his partner Bert Cooper (more like an uncle), but the goddess-like Joan. He’s able to able to have a year-long affair with her, not just because he was the only one with the guts to approach her, but also because they’re on the same wavelength. They’re both used to getting what they want; they both understand the way their worlds work.

Draper is filled with the self-doubt that comes from living someone else’s life.

Cooper is in his own world of borrowed Japanese philosophy. Pete Campbell is of an even higher class than Sterling, but what Slattery does best is embody that combination of control and hedonism that comes with being very rich and having your name on the door. He knows that the consequences of whatever he does are limited. He is too big to fail, or at least carries himself that way.

Consider the finale of season three, when the four main guys at Sterling Cooper quit to form their own agency. Sterling looks at his former employees (and his semi-boss Pryce) and says “Well, it’s official. Friday, December 13th, 1963. Four guys shot their own legs off.” And somehow you knew this whitehaired player’s player Mad Men Season 3 is available would still land on his now on DVD from good foot.

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Voodoo Vile Hatchet brings throwback horror to America’s sleaziest tourist trap / by Bret McCabe

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of Hurricane Katrina, New Orleans and horror have always made odd bedfellows in movies, despite appearing perfectly suited for each other. The city is dusted with a patina of the otherworldly. It’s the place where the dead are buried above ground, where Haitian, African and Creole cultures created their own voodoos, and where (shudder) the French ruled. Sure, it’s been the seat of some unseemly events in parts of certain movies—Angel Heart and Paul Schrader’s Cat People immediately come to mind—but it’s never really been the single site of an old-school horror flick. Perhaps that’s because, since the ’70s rise of slasher flicks, New Orleans has also had a reputation for women flashing for beads, lowest common denominator jazz tourism of the “When the Saints Go Marching In” sort and knuckle-draggers flocking there for Mardi Gras.

Opening with a pretty rad dismemberment—a victim almost comically screaming “Help me!” as he gets pulled apart like string cheese—writer/director Adam Green’s Hatchet brings New Orleans’ creepy side in contact with its party-as-a-verb contingent and makes a funny, gory, chopped tourist salad in the process. The recently dumped Ben (Joel Moore) and his mates head down to Mardi Gras to drink ’til they puke while collecting beads, but Ben soon grows bored. So Ben and his pal Marcus (Deon Richmond) decide to check out a haunted swamp tour, wander into Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo and learn about the myth of Victor Crowley, a deformed bayou dweller who supposedly haunts the swamps. And then, well, what usually happens when yokels wander off the well-trod path? In a movie titled Hatchet, do you even have to ask?

Fortunately, Green has a playful, comic touch, and isn’t afraid to indulge in throwaway funny moments and lines. (Comic goldmine Marcus hits on a woman blowing chunks on the sidewalk, and later tells one she looks like she’s been molested by wolves.) Best of all, he possesses a contagious appreciation for horror’s clichés. So, while Hatchet might not deliver Evil Dead 2 levels of entertainment, it does supply a steady stream of camp colliding with the bloodand-guts basics, and Green’s game cast knows how to balance the silly with the scary. Mercedes McNab plays Misty as cross between a Girl Gone Wild and the common sense-challenged blonde she so indelibly created in Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s Harmony. And the doe-eyed Moore gets to put his lanky frame in some52

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available on Bluthing like the Final Girl role. ray September 7 After its breast-obsessed from Anchor Bay. first half-hour, though, Hatchet is all about the killing. When the swamp tour boat begins to sink, Ben and Marcus have to try to walk out into the wild, making them perfect targets for any axe- or shovel-swinging psychopath who happens to be in the area. And being an old-school horror fan, Green prefers his effects to be of the ickyspurting-fluids-and-prosthetic-stump variety, and his deaths to be bluntly creative. Bandsaw to the mouth? Sure.

Hatchet eventually arrives at the only place it can: where a limited number of survivors crash into a twist-y ending that leaves just enough wiggle room for a sequel. But it goes there with a genuine sense of fun and frequent moments of visual flair.

And really now, it’s hard to imagine any Crescent City native objecting too strongly to some kind of bayou-born golem thinning the yahoo crowd every now and again.

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French super-spy spoof OSS 117 brings a flagging genre back to hilarious life / by Bret McCabe

he secret-agent spoof was alive and well long before

Dujardin makes everything ribald and entertaining.

With his black hair slicked back like Mike Myers sank his unseemly teeth into the genre with Don Draper, and his compact physique ideal 1997’s Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery. for slim-fitting shiny suits with skinny ties, he Euro-spy comedies got their start during the same ’60s fits the Euro-spy mold perfectly. And he never era in which the genre itself thrived; even British liter- winks at the camera. He’s obviously in on the ary heavyweight Cyril Connolly got into the act with a joke, but part of what makes his 117 a hoot is 1962 parody, Bond Strikes Camp, which is outright Ian Flem- his effervescent charm: He doesn’t realize how ing slash fiction. ¶ Myers practically sucked all the life out of much of a racist, sexist and self-entitled stereotype of ’50s masculinity he is. satirizing the form, though, dressing up his cartoonish vision The spry whimsy with which his 117 does of the ’60s with fart jokes and puerile sight gags. French writer/ everything—such as stopping for dramatic acdirector Michel Hazanavicius takes a different approach in OSS tion poses when chasing villains, trying to spit 117: Lost in Rio, pushing the genre’s familiar tropes into the lu- roast an alligator and walking up to the German embassy in Rio to politely ask for a list of all the dicrous and absurd.

Nazis living in Brazil—feels merely naive rather than downright bigoted. He just doesn’t see the times changing around him, and in Dujardin’s performance there’s a streak of childish vulnerability under the sharp-dressed manliness. See also: 117 used to be a trapeze artist, but a deadly accident (witnessed in Vertigo-like flashbacks) remains the cause of his acrophobia.

And that vulnerable charm is important because 117’s views are downright caveman. He thanks two male Mossad agents for loaning him such an attractive secretary, Dolores Koulechov (Louise Monot), even though she’s an Israeli army officer. In the field, he asks her to set the table for dinner, though she’s more than capable of throwing Henrich (Alex Lutz), Von Zimmel’s long-haired beach-bum son, around like a professional wrestler.

Speaking of wrestlers: For some reason Von Zimmel’s hired goons are a pair of luchadores who occasionally tail 117 in their wrestling masks. Meanwhile, musical split-screen monIn 2006, Hazanavicius took an actual ’60s Euro- tages abound. 117 shows up at a Nazi costume party dressed spy character—popular French author Jean Bruce’s as Errol Flynn-era Robin Hood. And the pneumatic Carlotta Hubert Bonisseur de La Bath, a.k.a. Office of Stra(Reem Kreici) wears a black leather mini trenchcoat better tegic Services Agent 117—and dropped him into a than grindhouse legend Dyanne “Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS” universe almost as silly as Zucker and Abrahams’ Thorne. Best of all is a beach campfire where 117 tries to reTop Secret!. OSS 117: Cairo, Nest of Spies allowed form a group of “radicals”—right before a self-administered French comic actor Jean Dujardin to recreate agent dose of LSD kicks in. Cue man-on-man free-love orgy.

117 with a Peter Sellers-ian touch of madcap drollThroughout, Hazanavicius looks tastelessness in the face ery. Both Dujardin and Hazanavicius return for OSS and gets a laugh. Nothing about 117, or his ideas, is politically 117: Lost in Rio, which finds the super spy teaming correct. But when Dujardin has 117 explain Jewish humor— OSS 117: Lost up with Mossad agents to hunt down the at-large ”Nobody laughs and there’s no mention of sausages”—his in Rio will be available on Nazi Professor Von Zimmel in Brazil. delivery seriously brings the funny.

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4 Film Favorite: Clint Eastwood Comedy American Cowslip Angel Wishes: Journey of a Spiritual Healer Annie Hall Apocalypse Art of the Left Hand Being Michael Madsen Beneath Clouds Best Little Whorehouse in Texas Big Fat Liar Blood Into Wine Bluegreen Bobby Moore: Hero Boredoms: 88 Boadrum Boy Meets World: The Complete First Season Boy Meets World: The Complete Second Season Boy Meets World: The Complete Third Season Brahms and the Little Singing Girls Britain by Jove British Tanks of the Second World War 1939-45 Brutal Truth Bugs Bunny’s Howl-oween Special By the Will of Genghis Khan Call Girl Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam Caravaggio Cat in the Hat Knows a Lot About That: Wings and Things Cause of Death Chet Baker at Le Dreher 1980 Christmas Dinosaur Chuck: The Complete Third Season Classic Family Adventures Clatterford: The Complete Season Three Colony Convict 762 Cosmic Tech: Eye in the Sky Coyote Ragtime Show: Complete Collection Criminal Minds: Season 5 Curse of the Swastika Dark Planet Dave Davies Kronikles: Mystical Journey Dennis Brown: Living Legends – Live in Concert Detroit: Remember When – The Jewish Community Diamond Dawgs Dig Dig Doog Vol. 3 Dirty Jobs Collection 6 Do the Right Thing Doc West Doctor Who: Episode 106 – Creature From the Pit Doctor Who: Planet of Fire Doctor Who: The King’s Demons Ed Sullivan Presents the Beatles: 4 Complete Shows Electric Horseman Exploding Girl Family Ties Father Figure Fistful of Trinity: Four Film Collection Fixer: The Taking of Ajmal Naqshbandi For a Fistful of Diamonds Full Metal Panic! Complete Collection

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Genshiken Season 2: Premium Collection George Lopez: Tall, Dark and Chicano/America’s Mexican Goosebumps: Go Eat Worms Goosebumps: The Blob That Ate Everyone Growth Guardian: The Second Season Hansel and Gretel Headhunter: Assessment Weekend Heights of Danger Hidden Gems: Black Irish/Inside/ December Ends Hidden Gems: Hell on Heels – The Battle of Mary Kay/His and Hers/ Adopt a Sailor Hidden Gems: Lonely Street/ Unbeatable Harold/Route 30 Hoboken Hollow Hugs Ikki Tousen: Premium Box Il Medaglione Insanguinato In From the Cold: The World of Richard Burton Interceptor Jackie Chan: Kung Fu Master John Rabe Journey: The Absolution Jungle Boy Jurassic Park III Kevin Pollak: The Littlest Suspect Killers King of Fighters K-Pax L.A. Ink Vol. 1 Season 2 Laghology Last of the Summer Wine: Vintage 1985 Leslie Jordan: My Trip Down the Pink Carpet Leslie, My Name Is Evil Less Than Perfect Season One List Little People Big World Vol. 1 Season 3 L’Origine Loss of a Teardrop Diamond Love in the Nick of Tyme Macgruber Magic Knight Rayearth 2: TV Series Season 2 Mailman Margaret Leng Tan: She Herself Alone – The Art of the Toy Piano 2 Megadeth: Rust in Peace – Live Mickey Mouse Clubhouse: Road Rally Mike Epps: Live From the Club Nokia Morgan Heritage & Luciano: Living Legends – Live in Concert Mr. Right Now Mutant X: The Complete First Season My Baby Bird My Bride Is a Mermaid Part 2 Natalie Cole With the Mormon Tabernacle Choir: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year: Live in Concert National Geographic Explorer: Inside the DEA NFL: Dallas Cowboys Heroes NFL: History of the Miami Dolphins Nico the Unicorn Night Before Christmas: A Mouse Tale Norm Show: The Complete Series

Sep 7 THX 1138: The

George Lucas Director’s Cut

Directed by George Lucas Few phrases strike fear into the hearts of modern moviegoers quite like “George Lucas Director’s Cut.” The man is a menace, to no one so much as himself, like one of those people who pile on the plastic surgeries in the name of perfection until their face resembles a clump of clay.

(Or Charo.) Yes, the “Director’s Cut” of THX 1138 features extra, intrusive, not-in-theoriginal CGI bits that stand out like a moustache painted on your masterpiece of choice.

Pretty sure the original is outof-print, so you’re kind of S.O.L. if this is your first viewing, but there’s nothing here as atrocious as the Star Wars reboots. Warner Home Video

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Snow Blind Solitary Man Sonic Underground: Band on the Run Sorry, Thanks Sortilegio Sparkle Speeches That Changed the World Spicy Mac Project T.M.A. TCM Greatest Classic Films Collection: Gangsters TCM Greatest Classic Films Collection: Gangsters – James Cagney TCM Greatest Classic Films Collection: Gangsters – Prohibition Era TCM Greatest Classic Films Collecton: Hammer Horror That Evening Sun Thomas & Friends: Misty Island Rescue To Live and Die in Amerikkka Tons of Love: Romantic Comedy Trapped Troy Alves: Resurrection Ultimate Fighting Championship Presents: The Best of WEC Urban Terrorist Very Little Time When Justice Fails Wild Hunt Wonders of the Solar System You’re So Cupid SEPTEMBER 14

2010: A Wrinkle in Time 2501 Migrants: A Journey 4192: The Crowning of the Hit King Adventures in Booga Booga Land Vol. 1 Adventures of Robin Hood Afterschool Against a Crooked Sky All Men Are Brothers: Blood of the Leopard America vs. Japan: Bloody War in the Pacific America: The Story of Us American Frontier Classics: Baker’s Hawk American Frontier Classics: Pony Express Rider American Frontier Classics: Seven Alone Amish Grace Amityville Horror (2005) Amor en Fin Ausentes B-52’s: Live in Germany 1983 Bali: Mystical Paradise Barbie: A Fashion Fairytale Barney: A-Counting We Will Go Big Bang Theory: The Complete Third Season Bill Maher: But I’m Not Wrong Black Cauldron Blade of the Immortal: Complete Collection Blood Shadow Bloodwood Cannibals Blue Drop: The Complete Collection Boogie Woogie Brain That Wouldn’t Die Bring It On: Cheertastic 3-Movie Pack Broken Lizard: Stands Up Carrie Collection Cartel: Parte II Cat Ladies Children of USSR Child’s Play Child’s Play/The Howling Circle of Fury Classic Artists: Jimi Hendrix – The Guitar Hero Closet Space Come On Let’s Go Conquest of Everest

Corpse Princess Part One Corpse Princess Part Two Costa Rica: A Tropical Paradise Cramps: Live Craziest Christmas Collection Dalziel & Pascoe Season 2 Dark Moon & Vampire Werewolf Collection Dark Moon Thriller Dead or Alive Western Collection Dive Olly Dive: Super Sub Dolemite Collection Donnell Rawlings: From Ashy to Classy Dora the Explorer: Dora’s Slumber Party Dragonball Z Kai: Seas. One, Part 2 Dragonball Z: Dragon Box Vol. 4 Electric Light Orchestra: Live in London 1976 Eric Clapton: Crossroads Guitar Festival 2007 Everly Brothers: Reunion Concert Live From the Royal Albert Hall Female Space Invaders Four in the Morning Fraggle Rock: Scared Silly Franny’s Feet: Animal Adventures Fringe: The Complete Second Season Ghost Hound Collection 1 Glee Season 1 Vol. 2: Road to Regionals Glee: The Complete First Season Golden Compass Golgo 13: Collection 2 Good Wife: The First Season Grey’s Anatomy: The Complete Sixth Season Hallelujah Broadway Hannibal Lecter Triple Feature Happiness Hawaii: Island Paradise Held Hostage Hetalia: Season 01 Hollywood Bombshells Home for Christmas Hoot Hostage Hot Dance Mix Howling/The Howling II Hurray for Huckle: A Pickle of a Pickle in Busytown Indestructible Many Inkheart Intangible Asset #82 Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978) It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia Season 5 James & The Giant Peach Janeane Garofalo: If You Will – Live in Seattle Johnny Journey to the Center of the Earth Judge John Deed; Season 2 Just Wright Kenny vs. Spenny Season 6 Kidz Bop Dance Moves Kitten Party Lafayette: The Lost Hero Lark Rise to Candleford: The Complete Season Three League: The Complete First Season Leave It to Beaver: The Complete Fourth Season Letters to Juliet Lonesome Dove Collection Looking for Eric Lost in the Barrens Lovebirds Mad Ron’s Previews From Hell Madchen in Uniform Mafia Kingpin Collection Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya Season 2 Misery Misery/The Silence of the Lambs Mrs. Washington Goes to Smith National Geographic Explorer: 24 Hours After Hiroshima

Sep 7 Mars Attacks

Directed by Tim Burton Is this the last great film Tim Burton was involved with?

A quick scan of Wikipedia suggests: Yes. Hell, yes. At least his career went out with a bang. Mars Attacks is one of those squeeze-as-manyjokes-in-as-possible movies— half the cast looks and dresses like they were drawn by Mad Magazine’s Mort Drucker in anticipation of the inevitable parody—featuring one of the most ridiculously overstuffed, mismatched casts of all time.

(Joe Don Baker and Pam Grier and Danny DeVito—together at last.) It’s also the best film to come out of the “remake pop culture from the ’60s” bonanza that plagued the ’90s, though allow me to tip my hat to Cloris Leachman in The Beverly Hillbillies while saying so. Warner Home Video

Necromentia Neverending Story Next Hit NFL Greatest Rivalries: Cowboys Defeat Redskins NFL Greatest Rivalries: Redskins Defeat Cowboys NFL: History of the Minnesota Vikings Night of the Zombies Collection Nurat Fateh Ali Khan & Qawwali Party: Live in Concert One Flew Over the Cukoo’s Nest Orchid Island Out of Europe Outlaw Western Collection Outrage Ozzy Osbourne: Blizzard of Ozz – Diary of a Madman Tour 1982 Pastor Jones Season 1 Penitent Man Pepe & Santo vs. America: Mexican Dream Pirates of Penzance Point of View: Good Fortune Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time Princess Kaiulani Private Practice: The Complete Third Season Project

Puppy Party Pyramid of Cheops Raging Phoenix Randolph Scott Western Collection Red Fury Return of the 5 Deadly Venoms Return of the Living Dead Robin Hood: The Complete Series Rock Prophecies Roger Corman Creature Collection Roger Corman Drive-In Collection Roger Corman Horror Collection Vol. 2 Rory Gallagher: Ghost Blues Rugged Gold Rules of Engagement: The Complete Third Season Sagwan Scooby-Doo: Camp Scare Scorpion King Action Pack Sesame Street: Preschool Is Cool – Counting With Elmo Sherlock Holmes 1964-1965 Sherlock Holmes Faces Death/ Sherlock Holmes in Washington Shiloh/Saving Shiloh Shorts Sid the Science Kid: Gizmos and Gadgets Silence of the Lambs Silver Screen Cowboys Spaghetti Western Collection Species Spirit of the Forest Spongebob Squarepants: 10 Happiest Moments Stiffs Stigmata/Wicker Party Submarine Alert Taroko National Park Terminal Island Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! Season 4 Trastorno Tropical Paradise Twenty Two Tickets to Paradise UFC 116 Under Still Waters Urzi Case: UFO Mystery in the Skies Wall: A World Divided War: Weapons of War VOl. 1 When Worlds Collide Where the Red Fern Grows Who Is Clark Rockefeller Wild Asia: At the Edge Woods of Terror: Nightmare in the Woods/Zombie Village Wordworld: Dancing Dog World War II Commando WWE Summerslam 2010 SEPTEMBER 21

30 Rock: Season 3 4Troops: Live From the Intrepid Actuality Dramas of Allan King Akira Kurosawa’s Samurai 7: The Complete Series Alien Autopsy All Hell Broke Loose All in a Day’s Play Alpha Incident America: Live at the Ventura Theater American Astronaut Auras and Chakras: Prepare to Be Energized Battlefield Russia: The Eastern Front Being Human: Season 2 Bored to Death: The Complete First Season Born Under a Bad Sign Calvin Marshall Carmen Castle: The Complete Second Season Chasin’ Gus’ Ghost Chelsea on the Rocks Cinderella Story/Another Cinderella Story

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Jiger Gamera vs. Gyaos/Gamera vs.

Viras Ghost Hunt: The Complete Series Glamourpuss: The Lady Gaga Story Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle/Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay He’s Your Dog, Charlie Brown Homewrecker Horror Collector Set Human Target: The Complete First Season Hunger: The Taste of Terror Imogen Heap: Everything InBetween: The Story of Ellipse Indestructible Man Initial D; First Stage Part 1 Jim Carrey Collection: 4 Film Favorites Kandahar Break Keeping Up With the Kardashians: The Complete Third Season Kevin K: The Successful Loser Kings & Queens Law & Order: Special Victims Unit – Year Eleven Legend of Bruce Lee Leon Blum: For All Mankind Little Train of the Caipira Mad About You Collection Make Me Young: Youth Knows No Pain Max & Ruby: Everybunny Loves Winter Mentalist: The Complete Second Season Minority Modern Family: The Complete First Season Mr. Palfrey of Westminster My Son, My Son, What Have Ye Done?

Mythbusters Collection 6 National Geographic: Collapse Oliver Stone Collection: 4 Film Favorites Ondine Opeth: Live in Concert at the Royal Albert Hall Out on the Floor: Story of a Dancer Pearl Jam: Under Review Petty Blue Power of Myth: Vols. 1-6 Racing Dreams Reincarnation Robin Hood (2010) Rope Ladder to the Moon: An Introduction to Jack Bruce Sacre Du Printemps Sandra Bullock Comedy Collection: 4 Film Favorites Saturday Night Live: The Best of ‘09/’10

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2010 Wimbledon Official Film 7 Days 8213: Gacy House Adelheid/The White Dove All Boys All in a Day’s Play American Streetballers Andy Mann: Street Tapes & Cable Access Arcimboldo, 1926-1593: Nature and Fantasy Art of Acoustic Blues Guitar: Early Roots Astonishing X-Men: Gifted Babies Bear Bigfoot Is Real! From Sasquatch to the Abominable Snowman Bikes From Hell Biography: Beverly Hills 90210 Biography: Bill Cosby Biography: Bob Saget Biography: Bono Biography: Jon Stewart Biography: Meryl Streep Biography: Rachael Ray Biography: Sarah Jessica Parker Biography: Tony Danza Black Balloon Breaking the Code: Behind the Walls of Chris Jericho Brothel Bruriah Butterfly: A Grimm Love Story Carcasses Cat City Celebrity Sweat V01 Chainsaw Sally Show: Season One Chasing 3000

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Sep 14 The Third Man

Directed by Carol Reed This is an unimpeachable movie. There is not a thing wrong with it. Not one performance that’s misjudged by even a line-reading.

Not one note out-of-place on the so-wrong-it’s-right soundtrack. (Nothing says intrigue and suspense like a jaunty zither. Or at least nothing did until The Third Man.) That doesn’t necessarily make it the Best Film of All Time, but if we were drafting a list, it’d be way, way up there.

Joseph Cotten is the perfect schlemiel; Orson Welles plays his growing presence, both physical and vocal, for all it’s worth in one rumored-tobe-improvised scene; writer Graham Greene turns out the best of his “entertainments”; and director Carol Reed proves himself such a master of film noir composition that for years people (sadly) were giving Welles all the credit.

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Sep 21 Robin Hood

Directed by Ridley Scott Scott! Crowe! Together again!

With period costumes! And swordplay! So why does this drab revamp of the Robin Hood myth—with its depressing ash-gray palette, a movie where it always looks like it’s going to start raining any second—lack all of the kitschy pecs-and-sandals intensity (and entertainment value) of Gladiator? For one thing, this movie is too damn serious. I’m not saying Crowe needed to be leaping tree-to-tree in a green onesie like some steroidal Errol Flynn. But you can have a little fun with it. On the other hand, watching Russell Crowe beating up knights (or gladiators) (or whatever) is not without its thuggish charms. Universal Studios Where Love Has Gone Wild West Tech: Bounty Hunters Zombie Holocaust OCTOBER 5

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Sep 28 The Thin Red Line

Directed by Terrence Malick Terrence Malick makes a new movie once every 900 years, so they get venerated even when they’re flawed. (And they’re all flawed to some extent.) The Thin Red Line is not as flawed as 2005’s The New World—Colin Farrell?

Really, Terry?—but it’s also no Badlands. True, like all of Malick’s movies, TRL is overwhelm-your-senses beautiful. (Has anyone else shot the natural world with such reverence without coming off hokey?) As a narrative—with characters you grow to care about and other indulgences like that—it never quite comes together.

Especially since Malick, despite his art-house lean, wallows in sentimentality like an MFer. Hey, look, The Passion of the Christ wasn’t the first time Jim Caviezel played a wide-eyed martyr beaten down by bureaucratic madness. Criterion Supernatural: The Complete Fifth Season They Call Her… Cleopatra Wong/ One Armed Executioner Three Stooges Collection Tokio Hotel: Humanoid City Live Tomboys Twas the Night Before Christmas U-571 UFC: Ultimate Submissions Ugly Americans: Season One Vol. 1 Ultimate Fighting Championship: Ultimate Fighter Season 11 Undertaker Universe Where the Buffalo Roam Woke Up Dead Wrong Turn/Joy Ride Wu-Tang Saga X2: X-Men United X-Files 2-Pack: Fight the Future/I Want to Believe

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Old Punch Card The first two Sam Prekop albums—1999’s self-titled offering and 2004’s Who’s Your New Professor?—are lovely, lush, lithe things, the closest Chicago post-rock ever came to pop songs. As with the Sea and Cake, his “better known” band—if you know about the Sea and Cake, you’ve probably bought both of Prekop’s solo LPs already—Prekop’s perpetually drowsy voice is half the charm. That’s why it’s a bit distressing that the first Sam Prekop album in six years is being touted as entirely instrumental; though if it’s anything like the electronic miniatures on those late ’90s Sea and Cake albums, it’ll still be worth picking up. Thrill Jockey

Years Archie Bell & Drells Dance Your Troubles Away Shye Ben-Tzur Shoshan Big B Good Times & Bad Advice James Bignon The Masterpeace Black Milk Album of the Year Black Mountain Wilderness Heart The Black Pacific The Black Pacific Blonde Redhead Penny Sparkle Blood, Sweat & Tears Mirror Image/New City Frankie Bones Scene Starter Boot Campaign When They Come Back Boss Hogg Outlawz Present J-Dawg Boss Hogg Outlawz Present J-Dawg Terry Brock Diamond Blue Brokedowns Species Bender Dave Brubeck Live in Portland 1959 Ed Bruce In Jesus’s Eyes Brutal Truth Need to Control Redux Buck$ Buckwild Buke & Gass Riposte Johnny Burnette The Ballads of Johnny Burnette Clare Burson Silver and Ash Charlie Byrd Byrd in the Wind/Blues for Night People Donald Byrd Byrd in Hand/Davis Cup Caligula Divine Madness Cam’ron & Vado Gunz n’ Butta Keith Canisius This Time It’s Our High Cap 1 Amerika’s Nightmare Eric Carmen Eric Carmen/Boats Against the Current Casanova One Night Stand Mark Chadwick All the Pieces Jacky Chalard Je Sus Vivant/Mais J’ai Chanticleer Chanticleer Christmas The Chapin Sisters Two The Charlatans UK Who We Touch Jules Chaz Toppings Chocolate Genius Inc Swansongs Chromeo Business Casual Willie Clayton Sings the #1s Cloud Cult Light Chasers Leonard Cohen Songs From the Road Ornette Coleman Reunion 1990 John Coltrane Complete 1962 Copenhagen Concert

Robyn Sep 7

Body Talk: Part 2 In 2005, when she reinvented herself with the homemade electro whimsy of Robyn, this spunky Swede couldn’t catch a break in America, a country where she’d had a couple of Top 10 hits in the ’90s. It took three years for Robyn to get a stateside release, and by then, she’d been adopted by a new audience of indie rock fans and championed by cutting-edge dance producers. Now Robyn’s probably the most talked about pop-star-who’s-notactually-famous, but she deserves to be.

For one thing, her music offers all the supercharged beats of today’s Billboard faves, but Robyn sounds, despite her playful robot image, like a human being, for the nine people on planet Earth who still care about those. Cherrytree/ Interscope

Lush Life Fluorescent Youth Son of Man Act I Live From L.A. Vol. 2 Celtic Seas Sleep Forever Loop Over Latitudes Greatest Ballads Genocide Chapters Relentless Retribution Kill Maim Burn Nine Inches of God Horseshoes & Handgrenades District 97 Hybrid Child DJ Dan DJ Dan Presents Future Retro Bonnie Dobson Vive La Canadienne Eric Dolphy Complete Last Recordings in Hilversum Denise Donatelli When Lights Are Low Chris Donnelly Solo Doro Fear No Evil Will Downing Lust, Love & Lies Dr. Tequila Dr. Tequila Dragonforce Twilight Denentia Drums Drums Dryft Ventricle Dungen Skit I Allt Justin Townes Earle Harlem River Blues Jimmy Edgar XXX Edguy The Legacy (Gold Edition) El Guincho Pop Negro Roy Eldridge Little Jazz Trumpet Giant Electric Sunset Electric Sunset Duke Ellington Playlist: The Very Best of Duke Ellington Herb Ellis Nothing But the Blues Eluvium Leaves Eclipse the Light Sully Erna Avalon Bill Evans Live in Koblenz 1979 Fat Freddy’s Drop Live at Roundhouse First Signal This City First State Changing Lanes John Coltrane Conditions Kenneth Cope Beverly Crawford James Crisp Crocodiles Dalot Miles Davis Dawn of Ashes Death Angel Debauchery Deep Switch Disciple

Ella Fitzgerald Twelve Nights Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong Greatest Hits The Fleshtones Hexbreaker/Speed Connection Flotsam & Jetsam The Cold Brandon Flowers Flamingo Anat Fort Trio And If Connie Francis Sings Jewish Favorites/ Sings Irish Favorites Frenzy In the Blood Slim Gaillard Laughing in Rhythm Rory Gallagher Beat Club Sessions Gel-Sol K8ema Stan Getz At the Shrine L Goldings & H Allen When Larry Met Harry Chilly Gonzales Ivory Tower Benny Goodman Happy Session The Gracious Few The Gracious Few Grace Griffith Sailing Grinderman Grinderman 2 Jimmy Guiffre Jimmy Guiffre Clarinet Cas Haley Connection Thurston Harris Little Bitty Pretty One Deborah Harry Rockbird/Debravation Herra Terra Quiet Geist Bill Hicks The Essential Collection Walter Horton Blues Harmonica Giant Houston Houston Marques Houston Mattress Music Huey Redemption David Hull David Hull Infantree Would Work Jack Goes Boating Jack Goes Boating Jericho Road Day of Rest Tom Jobim My Soul Sings Joey + Rory Album Number Two Jamey Johnson The Guitar Song Justin Jones Little Fox EP Jordanaires Songs of Inspiration J-Soul Real Junip Fields Laura Kaczor Love Enough Kamelot Poetry for the Poisoned Johnny Kask Luten Anstalt Blues Enoch Kent Take a Trip With Me Kickhunter All In King Britt Baby Loves Disco King Crimson The Collectible King Crimson Vol. 5 The Greg Koch Trio From the Attic Kottonmouth Kings Present X Pistols Shoot to Kill Liv Kristine Skintight Danny Krivit Edits by Mr. K VOl. 2 Krizz Kaliko Shock Treatment Fela Kuti Opposite People/Sorrow Tears and Blood Fela Kuti Shuffering & Shmiling/No Agreement Fela Kuti Stalemate/Fear Not for Man Fela Kuti Upside Down/Music of Many Colors Fela Kuti V.I.P./Authority Stealing Fela Kuti Zombie Lefty Dizz Ain’t It Nice to Be Loved M Legrand & M Davis Le Grand Jazz Les Savy Fav Root for Ruin Ramsey Lewis Movie Album/Dancing in the Street Lil Cuete Dia De Los Muertos Mix Lil Ronnie L.N.I.C> Pt. 2 Linkin Park A Thousand Suns Little Richard 40 Original Hits & Rarities Charles Lloyd Mirror Locco Evolution Lonely Drifter Karen Fall of Spring The Lonely Forest Arrows Lordi Babez for Breakfast Majure TImespan Mambo Kurt King of Heimorgel Mar de Grises Strams Inwards Masters of Reality Pine/Cross Dvoer Percy Mayfield Nightless Lover Maylay Sparks FLaskworthy Megafaun Heretofore Meltgsnow Black Penance Memphis Slim Legend of the Blues Volumes 1 & 2 MF Doom Expektoration… Live Feat.

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The Walkmen Sep 14 Lisbon

Don’t let the whimsical leadoff single fool you; the Walkmen can still rock when they feel like it. Is anything on Lisbon as fierce and desperate-sounding as “The Rat”? Of course not, but it’s unfair to dismiss a band because they can’t (or won’t) recreate their own best record.

Produced by genius studio whiz John Congleton, Lisbon is sweet even when it’s storming. That aforementioned first single, “Stranded,” sounds like a Bobby Darin ballad worked over Brian Wilson in his fat-and-bearded era, but thanks to Congleton’s absolutely immense drum sound, those Dick Dale snare rolls on “Angela Surf City” sound less like ’60s kitsch and more like a wave crashing down on your head. Fat Possum

Meligrove Band Shimmering Light Methods of Mayhem A Public Disservice Announcement Mini Mansions Mini Mansions Jane Monheit Home Munly / Lupercalians Petr & The Wulf Mutemath Armistice Live (CD/DVD) My Darkest Days My Darkest Days Natacha Atlas Moungaliba Nekrasov Extinction Nobunny First Blood Opeth In Live Concert at the Royal Albert Hall Otem Rellik Elephant Graveyard Randall Paskemin Goodnight Sweet Dreams I Love You Lee “Scratch” Perry The Mighty Upsetter Phineas & Ferb Christmas Is Starting Pochill Discipline The Quemists Spirit in the System R Manuva Meets...

Duppy Writer Frankie Rose / Outs Frankie Rose & The Outs Justin Rutledge The Early Widows Laetitia Sadier Trip Santana Guitar Heaven Selena Gomez/Scene A Year Without Rain Shakespeare’s Sister Songs From the Red Room (Deluxe) Shit Robot From the Cradle to the Rave Kay Starr / Les Paul Performances Steel Magnolia Steel Magnolia Swans My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky Tank Now or Never Serj Tankian Imperfect Harmonies Torche Songs for Singles Travis & Fripp Live at Coventry Cathedral U.S. Christmas Run Thick in the Night UB40 Labour of Love IV Various Artists Imaginational Anth 4 Various Artists Metal Xmas Rhonda Vincent Taken White Noise Sound White Noise Sound Johnny Winter Beginnings 1960-1967 The Wonder Years The Upsides (Deluxe Edition)

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Mark Ronson and Business International sep 28

Record Collection Mark Ronson didn’t take the loss of his world-famous muse, Amy Winehouse, lying down.

Instead, the multi-instrumentalist and retro-soul wunderkind called in every favor he was owed; the guest list for Record Collection is probably the most schizophrenic of the year. Ronson managed to coax near-hermit D’Angelo out of his silence an achievement in itself, but then Ronson also went and drafted Simon Le Bon and Boy George. In case the presence of those two New Romantic titans didn’t tip you off, Record Collection isn’t a Back to Black style attempt at recreating the sound of 1965. Ronson also flashes enough electro, disco and old-school hip-hop influences to make the album seem strangely up-to-date given the sound of pop radio in 2010. RCA

Everlasting The Grave Digger Live Like You Wanna Live Unknown Angels Gifted Unlimited Rhymes Universal Gucci Mane The Appeal: Georgia’s Most Wanted Half-Handed Cloud As Stowaways in Cabinets of Surf, We Live Charlie Hall The Rising Jesse Harris Cosmo Hell Razah Heaven Razah Hi Power Ent Prsnts America’s Gangland Hi Power Ent Prsnts Notorious Gangsters Hidden Orchestra Night Walks Highlife Best Bless Kristian Hoffman Fop Home Away From Home The Blank Tapes The Hoppers 2 for 1: Great Day/Power Alexis Houston Speak Love-Life Lessons Tim Hughes Happy Day I Was a King Old Friends Ice Cube I Am the West Incubus S.C.I.E.N.C.E./A Crow Left of the Murder Ingram Hill Look Your Best The Isaacs Christmas Christopher Jackson In the Name of Love Mahalia Jackson Come to Jesus Jeremy Plays Guitar Use Your Words Jimmy Eat World Invented Alain Johannes Spark Donell Jones Lyrics Juke Kartel Levolution Kane & Abel Back on Money Keb Darge & Little Edith’s Legendary Rockin’ R&B Kellerman Clour Kings of Modesty Hell or Highwater Grandchildren Grave Digger Greenskeepers Tony Grey Group Home

OMD Sep 28

History of Modern Yes, it’s that OMD. The band who wrote “If You Leave.” Yet those who know them only for Pretty in Pink only know a tiny fraction of OMD’s story (or sound). Like so many early ’80s UK bands who had one shining moment of America-conquering glory—from Madness to Dexys Midnight Runners— OMD’s catalog is deeper than Yanks might think. Early albums like 1981’s Architecture and Morality and 1983’s Dazzle Ships were, in case their grandiose titles didn’t tip you off, a kind of epic synth-prog. OMD were art-rockers who just happened to dress like Adam Ant. Bright Antenna Silver Siren Collection Winter in Hiroshima The Inevitable Past Is the Future Forgot Thug Lordz Thug Money Tired Pony The Place We Ran From Today Is the Day In the Eyes of God Tom Tom Club Genius of Live Tomandandy Resident Evil: Afterlife Martina Topley Bird Some Place Simple Evelyn Turrentine-Agee There’s Gonna Be a Meeting Twin Shadow Forget UFO The Best of a Decade Ultra Dolphins Alien Baby Unearthly Trance V Univers Zero Heresie Uz Jsme Doma Caves Various Artists A Song for the King Various Artists Deep Ska Various Artists Fania Essential Recordings: Salsa Explosion Various Artists Hi-Grade Ganja Anthems Various Artists Hittin’ on All Six: A History of Jazz Guitar Various Artists It’s All About the Blues Various Artists Louisiana Cajun + Creole Various Artists Matador at 21 Various Artists Songs of Mary Various Artists The Doors Jukebox Various Artists The Music of DC Comics Various Artists Winter Songs Joe Louis Walker Blues Conspiracy: :Live on the Legendary Mike Westbrook Fine ‘N’ Yellow Tony Joe White The Shine Widespread Panic Live in the Classic CeCe Winans For Always: The Best of CeCe Winans Women Public Strain Ronnie Wood I Feel Like Praying Lizz Wright Fellowship Yaz Reconnected Live Pete Yorn Pete Yorn You, Me and Everyone We Know Some Things Don’t Wash Out Young Jeezy TM 103 Rob Zombie Hellbilly Deluxe 2 (CD/DVD) John Zorn Ipsissimus Tangerine Dream Tangerine Dream Three Mile Pilot

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