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In An Adult State
The Midway State make a brighter, happier album / by Karen Bliss
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technically a closet — but it didn’t have a It was more of a den/office in someand expansive modern pop-rock record with layers of synth- door. one’s condo down on Blue Jays Way — that and-guitar-created atmospherics, is about 25-year-old front- part was cool,” recalls Ferraro. man Nathan Ferraro’s transition from boyhood to manhood, His bandmate, drummer Daenen Bramberger, who lives with his girlfriend nearby, his coming-of-age release. sits next to him on the couch, petting his “As you can see,” he says, gesturing around his very adult-looking, adorable, panting pug, Abe, whom he has brought over. Sometimes sizeable midtown Toronto apartment. he lets the little guy roam about, worry free; there’s nothing on the It is spotless, has proper furniture (stylish even) and a grand floor he can get hold of. Guitarist Mike Wise and bassist Mike Kirsh are absent, done for the day after a full band rehearsal down at CBC piano in one corner. One might even think a Bay Streeter, who likes to play in his spare time, lived there. There’s no evidence of for its new season preview launch event the following day. a stereotypical young rock musician — no clothes strewn about, The boyhood-to-manhood/coming-of-age statement has been take-out containers, cigarettes and beer cans piled high. He didn’t immortalized in the EMI Music Canada bio accompanying Paris even have to scramble for clean dishes when his label publicist or India, so Ferraro will be asked about it repeatedly over the next brought tortilla chips and salsa and assorted sliced fruit for the year or so. He laughs when it’s said back to him, realizing perhaps interview. it’s a little teen-Disney, something one might say of Selena Gomez, not 25-year-old guys. “On the first record [2008’s Holes], I lived in a closet — well, not 12
he Midway State’s stellar new album, Paris or India, a dense
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“You have to put it into words, so you say ‘boyhood to manhood’ 8,500 albums sold; a gold-selling song, “Never Again” (also Rogers mobile default ringback); tours with Silversun Pickups, Kate Nash or ‘coming-of-age’ or any of those million clichés to describe that, but it was definitely, lyrically, not something I thought about,” says and Deathcab For Cutie; and collaboration with Lady Gaga on the Ferraro, who had written 500 songs by the time he was 16. Peter Gabriel/Kate Bush classic “Don’t Give Up” — Holes never “That was not one of the things we sat in a room and said okay did come out in the U.S. and the band didn’t want to wait any lonthis is going to be about us becoming men. That would not be sexy ger. “We have to continue our growth and continue being a band,” or cool or anything like that (laughs). But when the record was finexplains Ferraro. “We can’t just continue to wait for something ished and I was looking through the lyrics, I was like, ‘Okay, every political or economical to come around,” says Ferraro. single song I’m essentially talking about the same fundamental They also started getting interference from many different things.’ sources, people in the business who wanted to impose their views “It’s about the culture. Even being in Toronto for a year, while we musically on what the second album should sound like. “We started were making the record, you make friends again. You’re around a lot to go down that road a little bit; it didn’t feel right,” says Ferraro. of 23, 24, 25 year olds; you’re partying; you’re doing what our peer “We realized that the only reason we’re doing this [playing in a group do and, I guess, what I was feeling was this weird, somber, band] was because the way that the first record came about it was melancholy vibe going around. Everyone was finished college and no just inspired; it was honest; it was what we wanted to do. We came one had a job. All of a sudden the train just stopped for everyone. from Collingwood; we knew nothing; and we wanted to go back to “That’s the line in ‘Paris or India,’ ‘I’ll be leaving in the morning? that headspace to actually create a record again.” I just don’t know when it’s coming,’ and everyone doesn’t feel so Ferraro remembered an inspiring writing session with Thomgreat about it necessarily or is a little bit confused. Another line as “Tawgs” Salter (on the song “Unaware”) when he was 17 and from ‘Paris or India,’ ‘Where do I end up, now, Paris or India?’ it’s wanted to try working with him again. Heading to Tawgs’ home like college is done; I guess I’ll go traveling; it’s a time in our lives studio in the village of Ridgeway in Fort Erie, tucked away in a forwhen it’s unstable, this western culture thing where we’re on a train est where there are “big turkeys and deer all around,” The Midway ride the entire time and you reach 23, graduate college, and all of a State came up with “Atlantic” — now the first single from Paris or India. Another major change this time was that this new album sudden you’re on your own.” Except Ferraro didn’t go to college and has been on his own since would be a more collaborative effort with all four band members his teens, set in a music business cycle of writing, recording and contributing to the sound. touring. Bramberger didn’t go either; Wise and Kirsh did. “The first record, we were still growing,” he says again. “We were “You still feel the same sense of [uncertainty],” Ferraro young and we were put in a certain position and worked within explains”When I was 18, 19, 20, you’re naïve; you’e a little ignorant those lines. We made something and we toured together for three years and we became the tightest group of guys. Everyone has good — I was anyways — and it’s not important if you’re making money; character and we’re able to be analytical and smart and artistic. So it’s not important if you have a long-term girlfriend; I can live in a Harry Potter closet and no one cares, but, all of a sudden it’s like, this time around, we’re jamming a lot; we’re working in studios all ‘Whoa, I’m starting to become an adult. What am I gonna do?’ I’ve the time; a lot of the ideas were naturally inspired in a collaboraalways known I’m going to do something great, be a Prime Minister tive environment.” or I’m gonna be a rock star. But I’m still not really a rock star.” While they might not have discussed or even noticed the “boyActually, Ferraro is more artist than rock star, even with his dishood to manhood” lyrical focus, sound-wise the four did have imtinguishable thick curly hair. The guys don’t have that attitude. portant discussions about the sophomore album, which includes They are nice, hard working, down to earth. Ferraro and Bramthe super-fun sprightly pop of “Litebrite,” the big soaring chiming berger have been in a band together the longest, since meeting in buzz of “Alive” and futuristic angular bounce of “All Anew” — just their hometown of Collingwood, Ontario. At 17, they met lawyer cool sounds galore coming at you in layers and clumps, like ColdJason Kimelman at the now defunct B-Sides venue in Toronto play meets Sigur Ros. and he offered to help them. Ferraro was living in his house the “We had some fundamental rules and ideas,” says Ferraro. “Even following year. if it was an electronic sound, we wanted it to come from an analog Kimelman introduced The Midway State to award-winning proor organic place from the beginning. That was one of the rules. ducer Gavin Brown (Billy Talent, Three Days Grace), who took the We wanted to make a brighter, happier, more uplifting record; we band under his wing for several years before recording its debut alwanted there to be more up-tempo songs because the first record bum. “He helped us develop our band and our musicianhad a lot of mid-tempo ballads. We didn’t want to have ship,” says Ferraro. The label/management/publishing as many of those. company Remedy was then created for the band, and af“I wrote a lot of mid-tempo ballads as I was growing up ter two EPs, The Midway State’s full-length album, Holes, because it was very soothing to my soul, but it didn’t necdistributed in Canada by EMI, was released in 2008. The essarily mean that was for The Midway State, which has band also landed a U.S. deal with Interscope for the world become this entity outside of me individually. It didn’t excluding Canada. mean that that’s what that entity should be and everyone collectively felt like that. There’s a lot of things that go But while The Midway State started getting recogniParis or India will be available tion in Canada — two 2009 Juno Award nominations, into it, but we wanted to make a record that’s brighter, July 19 from EMI for Pop Album and Ferraro for Songwriter; a reasonable that’s more uplifting.” Music Canada. needle
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In Plane Sight
The Rosebuds open up as their marriage ends / by M.J. Fine
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fter four discs of romantic determination and dismay, the
Rosebuds seemed to be hiding something on 2008’s Life Like. Rather than the usual veiled references to their marriage, Ivan Howard and Kelly Crisp seemed to be writing about anything but: dead foxes, tiger bones, baby catfish. But one line from the title track, which the two sang slightly out of harmony, was telling: “I’m wild, but I’m not free.” When they finished touring to support the record, Howard and Crisp—who had been married since 2001—went their separate ways. He stayed in North Carolina, while she moved to New York for the winter to write in solitude. “That year was just a real hard year,” Crisp says. “The bond that we had for years and years—like 14 years—died. My dad died, grandparents died, we lost our relationship. Two years ago, all that stuff happened in one winter, the fall season leading up to the winter.” When they reconvened in North Carolina in the spring, they weren’t sure what to do next. “We knew that we wanted to make another record, but not what we were going to do with it,” she says. “We definitely didn’t want to write about our relationship, or at least we hadn’t thought of that… We didn’t have any wisdom about it at all yet. And didn’t want to talk about it. And definitely didn’t want to share it.” A season passed. The Rosebuds toured China. Another season passed. And then, while they were both messing around with guitars and vocal melodies, they shared an epiphany. “We just realized at that moment that there was nothing we could do on the record that wasn’t gonna be about us as people,” Crisp concedes. “And we were just gonna have to find some kind of consciousness to start talking about what we needed to say to each other.” The result, she says, was “A Story,” which appears on their new Loud Planes Fly Low 18
We definitely didn’t want to write about our relationship [ending]… We didn’t have any wisdom about it at all yet. And didn’t want to talk about it. And definitely didn’t want to share it.” —Kelly Crisp (Merge). It’s not so much a conversation as it is a way of getting to a conversation. “I want to know how you feel,” Howard sings. “I want to tell you how I feel.” Without getting to that point, Crisp says, there would be no record. “If we were afraid to take it to a place that would be personal, that fear went away the moment that we said something personal and it seemed OK. Or, indeed, necessary.” No, wait. That’s not exactly how Howard remembers it. Kelly was playing guitar, he recalls, but he was on the piano. “We just
kinda called it ‘The Breakup Song,’ and that was kind of like the first connection we had,” he says. “The first really strong emotional feeling from a piece of music related to this record.” And there were no words yet—it was an instrumental piece. But if they differ in the details, Crisp and Howard are both proud of the result, as they should be. Loud Planes Fly Low is a gorgeous record, incorporating everything listeners love about the Rosebuds—sensuous grooves, fiery rock and airy strings—and one that doesn’t cloak hurt feelings in metaphors. The key line of the dreamy “Limitless Arms” is “I feel like I’m losing love for the last time.” On “Without Focus,” Howard sings, “We overlooked it every day / A thing of beauty, it just went away.” If that sounds raw, consider the duo’s songwriting process. “We’re not like most bands,” Howard says. “We work on lyrics together.” Crisp goes a step further, admitting she put words in his mouth: “If he’d sing it, it took on this new meaning because, maybe subconsciously, I just needed to hear him say certain things.” If she were the vengeful sort, that would be a problem. But that’s not the Rosebuds’ way. “There’s nothing I said in any
In Bloom
The Rosebuds at their most memorable Make Out [Merge, 2003]
As early as the introductory acoustic guitar hook that leads off “Back to Boston,” the first track on their debut, it was clear the Rosebuds already knew who they were and what they were doing. In less than two and a half minutes, Ivan Howard plays the ambivalent romantic while Kelly Crisp’s melancholy synth lines sigh in sympathy. The hard-partying hipsters who populate good old-fashioned pop songs like “Kicks in the Schoolyard” and “Drunkard’s Worst Nightmare” could’ve easily become caricatures, but Howard’s full-throated delivery makes you give them the benefit of the doubt.
Birds Make Good Neighbors [Merge, 2005]
of the lyrics, or Ivan said in any of the lyrics, 300-page song or something.” But he says he that put the other person down or said someknows exactly when he realized Loud Planes thing that we wouldn’t be proud of later.” Fly Low would be not just therapeutic for the In fact, she sings lead less on this record former spouses, but a breakthrough for the than she has on the last few. Her star turn is band. It was two-thirds of the way through “Come Visit Me,” a bittersweet R&B numthe project, when Crisp brought in “Cover ber. “I need something to happen now, even Ears,” which gave the album its title. The if it fucks me up,” she sings. “Come visit me song hits a number of emotional notes, from way out here / I need you to see me, even if it numbness to guilt, and once again the pair is intentionally out of step on the most tellmakes it worse.” It’s in line with her belief that honest coming line. When Howard dares to ask, “Who’s munication is worth any temporary pain, and gonna love you if I go,” you know the love’s she appreciates the opportunity to document not gone—it’s just changed into a different the immediate aftermath of her marriage. kind of love. And that, they insist, will never end. Work“We’re really lucky to have this record between us, because most people don’t get an ing together as exes made them appreciate opportunity to say all the things what they have. “There’s a thing that we got to say,” she says. “Bethat Ivan and I have between us, which ended in our romantic recause living your day-to-day life, you don’t have to say things that lationship,” Crisp says, “but we are so important to each other.” share this really great creativity and we have creative consonance Howard can’t point to any one song to sum up their situation. with each other that’s childlike, “I think the whole record kinda that we can access with each tells it,” he says. “’Cause, I mean, other through music.” when you break up as a couple, Rosebuds are on tour this sumLoud Planes there’s no one thing that capFly Low is mer with Bon Iver. More at tures the whole saga, the whole available now therosebuds.com. story of it. It would have to be a from Merge
The gentlest entry in the Rosebuds’ discography finds Howard and Crisp asking tough questions about love and giving easy answers. “Will our love ever end? Will you stop being my best friend?” they wonder in “Shake Our Tree.” The reply’s always an “oh no” and a handclap, but the mid-tempo tune keeps it from sounding like gloating. And when they trade off verses on the jumpy “Leaves Do Fall,” they bear their desperation as bravely as X’s John Doe and Exene Cervenka did decades earlier.
Night of the Furies [Merge, 2007]
There’s always been a dark undercurrent in the Rosebuds’ work, but this is where the temperature plunged and the sky went black. Crisp’s voice is up front on the two strongest—and moodiest—tracks, “I Better Run” and “When the Lights Went Dim,” but it’s her keyboards that lead the way on just about every song. Never has the band sounded so much like children of the ’80s, with lessons learned from George Michael, Depeche Mode and nameless disco chemists. —M.J. Fine 19
Mind Over Scatter Gomez overcomes geographical distance and reasserts their studio independence on Whatever’s On Your Mind / by Brian Baker
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hen Gomez won Britain’s coveted
Mercury Music Prize in 1998 for their debut album Bring It On, they were young adults together constantly, living in one house, touring in one van, evoking clichéd laddish behavior worthy of A Hard Day’s Night. That was over a dozen years ago, and Gomez’s success has scattered the vastly more mature band members to far-flung locations around the globe, from Los Angeles to Brooklyn to Brighton, which means they don’t walk down the hall to communicate anymore.
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Technological contact across any distance has expanded expoband over 50 compositions to pare down to the album’s eventual 10nentially over the past decade, meaning that, although the members song set list. of Gomez are separated by an ocean and a continent, they’re con“I think that’s a nice retrospective reading of the title,” says Gray. stantly sharing musical ideas and concepts. As a result, the band’s “Obviously the title came from the track, but taken away from the latest album, Whatever’s On Your Mind, was created in what could track it had a different meaning, and I think that’s kind of it. It was a be considered the most high-tech conference feeling of this is going to go all over the place call in history. and talk about all kinds of different things, “I guess we’ve kind of been developing that and we can’t talk about this in a holistic way, for many years now,” says guitarist/vocalso let’s just draw a big ring around it. It makes sense.” ist Tom Gray. “It’s taken a long time for us Another cogent fact of Gomez’s artistic to fine-tune it as much as we did this time around.” evolution is the quintet’s separate living At 10 songs and a shade under 39 minutes, arrangements. Four of the five have started Whatever’s On Your Mind is easily the most families (only Blackburn remains offspringconcise album in the Gomez catalog. Its brevfree), and with that new perspective come ity is a direct result of the focused mindset fresh songwriting inspirations. And, as Gray that the band channeled in conceiving the points out, that perspective can be subdividmaterial for their seventh studio album. ed even further. “We were very determined to not waste “To be honest, whenever I sit down to time in the studio, which can be incredibly write a song, I try and do something differfrustrating, time-consuming and financially ent from the last thing I did,” he says. “So, I disastrous,” says Gray. “If you spend time in don’t really recognize the thread in my own the studio and you don’t know what you want work, never mind in others, and that’s really to do, you’re in pretty bad shape. Amazingly, the truth of it. More than anything, I think considering all our experience, we still manwe wanted to return to feeling a quirk that age to go into the studio and make records we hadn’t really allowed to come out in quite without really knowing what we’re doing.” a long time, maybe not since [2002’s] In Our At the same time, while the songwriting Gun. And a lot of that was because we hadn’t members of Gomez (Gray, vocalist/guitardone self-production in a long time.” ist Ian Ball, guitarist/vocalist Ben Ottewell Although Whatever’s On Your Mind wasn’t and drummer Olly Peacock; bassist Paul strictly self-produced—the band loosely coproduced with longtime friend/Phantom Blackburn puts his stamp on the quartet’s creations in the studio) were intently focusPlanet bassist Sam Farrar—it reflects a mode ing their creativity on crafting songs for the of working that Gomez haven’t explored in years. As a result, the album bristles with the album, the scope of the work was incredibly expansive. The open-ended nature of the energized classicism that defined the band’s early output, while revisiting all of the sonic songs they brought to the table is evident — Tom Gray in the title they chose for the 10 tracks that touchstones that have shaped their more remade the final cut. cent catalog, particularly their last two ac“That’s where democracy drops in,” says Gray with a laugh. “The claimed efforts, 2006’s How We Operate and 2009’s A New Tide, while songwriting bit, you’re a complete dictator, but then when it comes simultaneously transcending them. to choosing the songs, we’ve got a group of people and everyone gets “I think it genuinely is a return to taking the reins ourselves,” says Gray. “I like the eccentricity of it. I was a bit worried when we put a vote of one. We knew we wanted to make a record that was a bit all over the place. That added to the level of randomness. We actively out the last record, and I was like, ‘This is a very uneccentric record. were trying not to make a cohesive record. We were trying to make It’s a good record, a nice record, but it doesn’t feel slightly uncoma Gomez record.” fortable and a little bit strange.’ I think The other technological advance that has worked in Gomez’s favor, that’s naturally what we do when we’re in on the last few albums in general and on Whatever’s On Your Mind charge of our own outcomes. We’re all very specifically, is the advent of the home studio; all four songwriters in adventurous and playful. I found it hard making the last few records when we’re in Gomez have home rigs that allow them to record demos which they the room with somebody whose attitude shared with the rest of the band by way of a central online site. “What’s important to understand is that Gomez grew out of a bunch is, ‘Let’s do this more conservatively and of home recordists anyway,” says Gray. “That’s what Gomez was to be more adult about this.’ It focuses you start with. Rather than a bunch of musicians who formed a band, we in different ways creatively, but I have a shitload more fun doing it this way.” were more like a bunch of home recordists who befriended a couple of musicians and formed a band.” Whatever’s On Gomez will tour the U.S. in July and AusYour Mind is That concept has never been brought to bear on a Gomez project available now from tralia in August. More at gomeztheband. more than it was on Whatever’s On Your Mind. Each songwriter conATO com. tributed over an album’s worth of material to the process, giving the
I found it hard making the last few records when we’re in the room with somebody whose attitude is, ‘Let’s do this more conservatively and be more adult about this.’ It focuses you in different ways creatively, but I have a shitload more fun doing it this way.”
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The Ghost Writer
Will unsung outlaw country lifer Mickey Newbury—the subject of a Drag City reissue series—get his posthumous due? / by Sean L. Maloney
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t seems like a bit of stretch to call an artist a cult artist when he’s been cov-
ered more than a thousand times, ranks Elvis, Joan Baez and Ray Charles among his admirers, and has landed hits on pretty much every major chart. But then again, Mickey Newbury is something else altogether. One of the most influential songwriters of all time, a chief architect of the outlaw country sound and a writer/performer whose unique approach to the art of music— half boundary-pushing innovation, half deep-rooted tradition—laid out the blueprint for much of the sounds that would become Americana and indie-folk, Newbury remains one of the great unsung heroes of modern music. Which seems odd given the amount of respect and adoration he receives across the board—you’d think if your songs were being covered by Marie Osmond (“Blue Sky Shining”), Presley (“An American Trilogy”) and Nick Cave (“Weeping Annaleah”), people would be paying more attention. (That’s a weird spread, ami rite?) But that could change with four new reissues of Newbury’s classic late-’60s/early-’70s material—the albums Heaven Help the Child, ’Frisco Mabel Joy and Looks Like Rain, along with Better Days, a collection of rare and never-released material—now out on archindie label Drag City. (All four are also available in the limited-edition An American Trilogy box set). Newbury passed away in 2002, but Cowbell talked to his son Chris Newbury about his father’s life and legacy. Your dad was a unique artist whose influence is much bigger than his name recognition. Could you tell us a bit about his career?
As a writer, he’s maybe not the most successful, but he was really successful. As a performer, he wasn’t successful at all. He is, in a cult sense, because people buy those early albums and they love ’em, but nothing ever went viral, if that’s the right word for it. And it’s probably his fault—he didn’t want to tour, he didn’t want to do the 100 percent promotion thing, you know? He had a family, had just gotten married and refused to go out there and be a road dog for the record company. That probably pissed them off; that’s probably why he didn’t get any promotion. And having said all that about not touring, he made some damn good records—that was basically what he signed the contract to do, and then there was always more. I think he just got sick of it. 22
Did you grow up in Nashville? Were you surrounded by all the industry stuff as a child?
Not at all. We moved to Oregon before I could even remember. I was maybe a year old and we came back on a couple of trips when I was 5... it was probably a family decision. He didn’t want us growing up in Nashville and being children of “people,” if you know what I mean. I think he saw these kids and said, “I don’t want this for my kids.” We were just totally different people. When we grew up, people would say, “What does your dad do?” and we’d say he was a songwriter, and they’d say, “Yeah, right—what does he really do?” “We swear, he’s a songwriter.” “Well, we’ve never heard of him.” No one really knew who he was, no real attention or anything, just one of those weird jobs that people don’t believe he actually did, you know? They thought he played golf for a living, because that’s what he did when he was home. Play golf every day and come home. But he was making records the whole time, wasn’t he?
Yep, 30 years—if you want to start with Looks Like Rain—which is the first album that he’d claim as his own. That was ’68, ’69, and he didn’t stop until his death in 2002, so it was over 30 years straight, really. There was a lull there in the ’80s, where he went a whole decade without releasing more than one record, but he was always working, writing, polishing his songs. I’m sure he was always working on songs in his head. Did your father resent his lack of popularity as a performer and recording artist?
Hard to say. I’m sure a little piece of him did back in the day, but what can you do? There’s also the fact that he was a successful writer and he was not starving; he was making a good living off writing, which most writers can’t. But when you’re in that position, I can just see him saying, “To hell with it. I’m gonna make my own albums, make them the way I want to make them, make them for myself basically.” He was making something pretty for himself to listen to. He was pretty progressive in terms of demanding artistic control—especially in an era when country artists had very
little control over their careers—and went independent pretty much before that was a normal thing. He was pretty cutting-edge in that regard.
He was on the cutting edge of everything. He had these little things—I thought they were corny, but he played them because he loved technology and toys—but he was playing with MIDI way back in the early ’80s. Like MIDI that you could hook up to your guitar and have choirs and things playing when you hit a string. Nobody was doing that stuff. And then when the Internet came about, he had a busy message board with a bunch of people on it before Willie Nelson and all them even had websites. He was just way ahead of his time—he was that way with everything. He loved technology. I remember he paid thousands of dollars for an analog/digital converter, which was super high-tech at the time, as high-tech as it gets. You know what that is, right? Now they cost about $1.50. [Laughs] He had one of those Kurzweil [synthesizers] before anyone else, with like a thousand different sounds; you could loop things. His ultimate dream, musically, was to have the technology that we all have now. He wanted to be able record everything and be able to send it over the Internet to someone to lay down tracks; all that stuff that he wanted to do is now possible, and he just missed it, by a decade. Your father seems like he was really deft at navigating the edge of what was happening in music, especially on the four records that are being reissued this month.
Navigating the edge, I like that. He did that: writing, playing, everything… you never knew exactly where he was going. He could be blues one second, pop the next, country the next, and so on. You never knew exactly where he was going.
Heaven Help the Child, ’Frisco Mabel Joy, Looks Like Rain, Better Days and the boxed set, An American Trilogy, are all available now on Drag City.
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Eno + Neo Eon Only Brian Eno could create music that is simultaneously apart from its time, mind-bendingly new and yet utterly timeless / by Brian Baker
Based on his earliest works as well as his most recent output—last year’s gorgeous Small Craft on a Milk Sea and his just released collaboration with wordsmith Rick Holland, Drums Between the Bells—it’s not difficult to imagine Eno being teleported from some parallel reality like a hypercreative avant garde Mr. Bean, a man out of his time, advanced just enough beyond mere mortals to be frustratingly misunderstood and disdainfully bored with trying to entertain our primitive sensibilities. Eno established his pattern early in his post-Roxy solo career. His first four brilliant albums—Here Come the Warm Jets, Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy), Another Green World, Before and After Science—were wildly original extrapolations of contemporary pop/ rock conventions, and he could very easily have spent the next three and a half decades reinventing that four-spoked wheel without an iota of artistic evolution and still have maintained a loyal, healthy fan base. The problem with that scenario is Eno isn’t wired for repetition, at least not in the work ethic sense. His creative ADD is fueled by an antsy restlessness as constant as the tides, and he has an almost survivalist need to move on musically. Starting with his radical art school education, and continuing with his short but influential stint with Roxy Music, his otherworldly experimentation with Robert Fripp on No Pussyfooting, his solo excursions, his free-ranging work with the 26
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occurred in the summer of 1947 and Brian Peter George St. John le Baptiste de la Salle Eno was born in the spring of 1948? Given his astonishing accomplishments over his nearly 40-year career—including his groundbreaking work as a member of Roxy Music and as a producer/collaborator with David Bowie, Devo, U2, Talking Heads, Genesis and dozens of others, his singular solo efforts, his development of an entirely new genre of music, his technological wizardry, and his uncanny ability to foresee new musical directions years ahead of prevailing trends—it often seems as though Eno is precisely described by the title of his recently released biographical DVD: The Man Who Fell to Earth.
Portsmouth Sinfonia, the Ayers/Cale/Nico/ Eno performance and many others, Eno’s modus operandi has been relatively the same; create and adopt a shockingly new paradigm, abandon it almost immediately in favor of some other exquisitely original direction, blowing a good many minds in the process, then repeat. And even as his methodology has remained consistent, Eno’s results have always been uniquely different, from his musical peer group and even from himself. Eno’s tools are as sharp as the contents of a surgeon’s tray; an engineer’s understanding of technology, an artist’s empathy for the ghost’s role in the machine, and a literal and figurative vocabulary that is erudite and surreal and nonsensical and poetic. Beyond the Rube Goldbergian electronics that actualize his conceptual visions, perhaps Eno’s most fascinating studio device is his Oblique Strategies cards, a tarot-esque deck containing non-linear and random advice designed to advance a stalled project or enliven one that has gone moribund; examples include “Abandon normal instruments,” “Disconnect from desire,” “Turn it upside down” and the first in the series, inspired by co-creator/ painter Peter Schmidt, “Honour thy error as a hidden intention.” Eno’s longest-lasting sonic obsession may well stand as his greatest and most influential contribution to the musical landscape;
identifying and shaping a new genre of music he dubbed “ambient.” Ambient music was born in Eno’s mind after a run-in with a cab sent him to the hospital, and old girlfriend Judy Nylon stopped by with an album of harp music to occupy him during his convalescence. Eno accidentally set his record player’s volume below a conscious listening level and, perhaps further enlightened by his own Oblique Strategies (“Listen to the quiet voice,” “Remember those quiet evenings”) and the competing sound of rain against his window, he envisioned a style of music designed to operate at both subliminal and conscious levels. In its most elemental definition, ambient music was Eno’s attempt to craft sound that would enhance one’s environment without necessarily drawing direct attention to itself as a sonic focal point. Some quiet instrumental music, like Windham Hill’s output, was deemed “aural wallpaper” by some critics, but it was often more forceful, actively meditative and overly pretty. Eno’s intention was for ambient music to draw on the melancholy melodicism that had always informed his work, while drifting in and out of focus as attentions within the given atmosphere waxed and waned. Of course, Eno didn’t invent the idea. At the turn of the 20th century, Erik Satie had conceived an environmental approach that he christened “furniture music,” and Eno drew plenty of inspiration from like-minded
Brian Eno minimalists like John Cage (whose use of the I Ching informed Eno’s development of Oblique Strategies), Steve Reich, the German electronic movement that came to be known as Krautrock, and Terry Riley, particularly his groundbreaking album A Rainbow in Curved Air. But like everything Eno has absorbed and reiterated over the course of his astonishing career, even though he was standing on the shoulders of giants, he was calculating new and breathtakingly singular formulas and paths with old inspirations—his 10-album series on his own Obscure label highlighting avant composers like Michael Nyman, Harold Budd and Gavin Bryars remains an impressive and courageous example of using one’s fame to open doors for like-minded artists— and marking them with the indelible stamp of his own incomprehensible capabilities. Certainly all of this would have easily cemented Eno’s reputation as an avant garde provocateur with a relatively cultish profile, but his work behind the console for and creative collaborations with Devo, Talking Heads and U2 thrust him into the rarefied air of superstardom. And although he has increasingly shied away from publicity and
the trappings of the fame that have been inflicted upon him, Eno has exploited that fame by making music precisely the way that he wants it to be, with no fear of label interference or disdain because his reputation transcends the need to move units or impress suits. Amazingly, but not surprisingly, Eno’s relevance continues to compound in the new millennium. He’s earned production gigs with Coldplay and, once again, U2, returned to team up once more with David Byrne (the ecstatic Everything That Happens Will Happen Today), scored Peter Jackson’s adaptation of The Lovely Bones and, with Small Craft on a Milk Sea and Drums Between the Bells, proved beyond a doubt that he is still perfectly adept at assembling fantastic pop albums in his own image, while concocting exquisitely experimental works without compromising the artistic integrity of either endeavor. It is no idle wish to hope that Brian Eno sticks around to influence and educate the next generation; it is nothing less than music’s best possible chance for a bright, engaging and inventive future.
Drums Between the Bells Warp
Last year’s Small Craft on a Milk Sea was proof of Brian Eno’s powerful ability to once again access his inner pop child while maintaining a firm stance in his ephemeral green ambient world, while 2008’s Everything That Happens Will Happen Today was evidence of Eno’s collaborative brilliance, particularly where his crazy headmaster persona intersected with David Byrne’s twisted art student normality. Drums Between the Bells seems structured to showcase all of Eno’s considerable talents by knitting them together in a stream of musical consciousness that touches on the totality of his incalculable genius, sometimes all within a single wildly writhing composition. Take the disc’s ostensible title track, “Sounds Alien,” for example: A chugging synthetic beat gives way to thundering Chemical Brothers guitars and cryptically perfect lyrics from poet Rick Holland delivered by one of a cadre of warmly detached female vocalists. As usual, an album’s worth of this would kill, but Eno is far more interested in texture and atmospherics, so he utilizes his self-described role as sonic landscaper to shape the distinct yet connected songs on Drums into soft ballistic hymns for the electronic church of the new millennium. —Brian Baker
Brian Eno (left) and Rick Holland, Eno’s collaborator on Drums Between the Bells.
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My Morning Jacket
Comes Alive Jim James and his hirsute Louisville rockers are the kings of the festival circuit. story by Sean L. Maloney
photo by lucas hardison
There’s an unexpected stranger draping
his arms across our shoulders, shouting in our ears. We can feel his beer spittle splatter against our cheeks, his armpits sweating down our backs. ¶ Usually, this sort of uninvited encroachment on personal space would be unwelcome, but we’re in a field in rural Tennessee with 70,000 other people at the annual Bonnaroo Music & Arts Festival, the sun has set on a sweaty day of over-consumption—music and, ahem, otherwise—and even our agoraphobia is no match for the overwhelming good vibes coming from the crowd and stage. The sound erupting from three-story-tall speakers is pure, epic Southern rock—but this is not your dad’s Southern rock. This is the sound of the new South, the South often ignored by coastal elites and cable news—because intelligent people doing creative things will never sell as much shampoo as a hillbilly hatemonger running for city council in the sticks, and it’s always easier to harp on centuriesold stereotypes than to get past them. No, this is the Southern rock continuum as written by Southerners themselves, where country, soul and rock ‘n’ roll aren’t genres, but synonyms; where Big Star, R.E.M. and Slint hold as much sway as Black Oak Arkansas and Skynyrd; where the humidity is so thick everything is half-a-beat behind; where sonic experimentation is part of the job description rather than an aesthetic choice. On their latest album, Circuital, My Morning Jacket—who’ve always understood that regionalism shouldn’t equate to parochialism— have taken a grand step in synthesizing all of the tension and release, joy and sadness, excitement and wariness that defines the South circa now into one of the best albums of the year, and certainly the best album of their career. As the banks of stage lights swirl and shift—a light show as entertaining as it is transparent, a support player rather than the show itself—and five sweat-drenched dudes attack their instruments with an ungodly intensity, it’s hard to not look like a slackjawed yokel as you take in the epic spectacle. We give in, throw our fists in the air, lean way back, join in the chorus of Circuital’s “Holding on to Black Metal” and let out a deep, primal “oh-whoa-oh-yay-oh” in unison with our single-serving friend, because the dude has a point: My Morning Jacket just might be the greatest festival band on Earth. Over the course of their decade-plus career, the Louisville, KY, quintet has risen from a couple of kids in a grain silo on the outskirts of indie rock to one of the biggest rock bands in America. And while it might be easy to write them off as having gone “mainstream”—that mostdamning of indie community slurs—it’s nowhere near that simple: My Morning Jacket’s success has always stemmed from their willingness to stretch their music beyond the expected, to push their own musical boundaries. Nope, they did not dive headlong into the mainstream, making concessions to the commercial decrees of the day. Like some grand engineering project, My Morning Jacket have actually diverted the mainstream, siphoning off fans and followers from the staid waters of commercial rock into a surging tributary of their own creation. Theirs is a motley following—young and old, hippies, heshers and hipsters—built one show at a time over years of nonstop touring, not through massive marketing campaigns or industry machinations. Now that following, assembled over five studio albums and thousands upon thousands of miles, has reached a critical mass. It’s no longer an isolated pocket outside the mainstream; in fact, it might just be subsuming the mainstream itself.
Circuital hit No. 5 on the Billboard album charts—the band’s highest ranking yet, fueled (sorta-ironically, but unsurprisingly) by huge support from indie record stores nationwide. Their album release show was filmed and directed by legendary auteur Todd Haynes (I’m Not There, HBO’s Mildred Pierce), featured a guest appearance from R&B provocateur Erykah Badu, and was streamed live on YouTube to thousands of international viewers. For all intents and purposes, My Morning Jacket are exploding— Circuital is by far their biggest album yet, and the media circus surrounding these five guys has become intense. The shows are bigger, the production grander and the crowds larger than at any time in the band’s history. From an outsider’s perspective, it would seem to be one of the craziest times in a musician’s life. But while the boys in My Morning Jacket may be charging full-speed-ahead into uncharted waters, there’s still a modesty and humility that you’d more expect from the baby-band you let crash on your floor last weekend. (Not the one who pooped in your dryer; the one who picked up all the beer cans before you woke up.) And that is the root of their success—despite the maelstrom of lights behind them, the storm of interest surrounding them and the oceans of fans flocking to them, they are just dudes who each night close their eyes, clutch their instru-
“[The music] starts off in a very small, focused way—first just my brain wrapping around it, then all five of our brains wrapping around it.” —Jim James ments and get lost in the world of sound. cool thing about this craziness, this time, is that we all saw it coming,” says guitarist Carl Broemel. “We kind of geared up for a summer tour, which officially in my brain starts tomorrow, by doing three or four festivals and small shows with breaks in between them. We kind of got the machine going—with the crew and the gear and everything—just incrementally.”
“The
Broemel is on the phone from Nashville, TN, and it is the calm before the storm, figuratively and quite literally: Not only is it the last day before the band embarks on a two-month tour of festivals and amphitheaters, but moments after we hang up, the sky will open and golf ball-sized hail will pour down on Music City. Broemel’s been tending to domestic duties—fidgeting with light fixtures, rummaging through the attic—putting everything in order around the house the way pretty much anyone would before leaving home for months. The slow build to the summer tour seems to have worked perfectly; the machine Broemel alluded to above, with the crew and the gear, has expanded exponentially. “I try not to put any definitions on what’s going on,” says drummer Patrick Hallahan, “but it definitely feels wonderful. It feels like we’re in the right place for what we want to do, and with the right people.” Hallahan’s speaking from Milwaukee the next day, his plane barely on the tarmac before he’s on the phone with Cowbell. While My Morning Jacket may lack rock-star attitudes—you are unlikely to meet a nicer group of dudes—they certainly have rock-star schedules. Pinning the band down for this article about this record, for instance, required near-Herculean efforts from managers, publicists, art directors and photographers. And that’s likely because, even as their ma-
photos by Kriech-Higdon
chine has grown and their reach broadened, the band has maintained a hands-on approach, not willing to surrender the communal attitude that launched them to a phalanx of industry-jerk handlers. “[Circuital is] certainly the most involved we’ve ever… I’m trying to think of the right adjective, because we’re involved with every album cycle… I feel like it [required] a level of energy that we had never put into a release before,” explains Hallahan. “I wouldn’t call it chaotic. It’s definitely busier than we’ve ever been in terms of the amount of energy, the amount of set-up we’ve been doing alongside management and the record label. It’s just been a very custom-tailored record launch, and in order to do that, everybody’s got to be all hands on deck.” Call it a labor of love, a love the band imbues in its ever-expanding universe. “We’ve got a great group of people around us that are really excited about the record and really giving it their all,” says main Morning Jacket Jim James, the big man with the angelic voice, speaking on the phone from Chicago, prepping for day two of the tour. “It’s just crazy to think about people releasing records—so many more people than just the band are involved, and the record kind of becomes this big project that everybody is working on.” It’s a heady concept, especially since—even as My Morning
Jacket have evolved from the quiet, country-ambient band of 1999’s The Tennessee Fire and 2001’s At Dawn to the hirsute fest rockers of today—each record begins as a communion of sorts between the band members, with Circuital being even more so than their previous efforts. Recorded in a church gymnasium last summer in the band’s hometown of Louisville—a first for the group—Circuital is the band’s most natural and organic record to date, done with minimal demo-ing and maximum collaboration. The result is an album of unprecedented fluidity and feeling—and an album that was born ready for the road. “Every record is a close and personal experience for us, because we make it in a very intimate way,” says James. “Originally, it’s just for the five of us. But at the end of the day, we know we’ll be trying to play it for people out on the road, and hoping people can connect to it, too.” It’s this dichotomy that’s at the heart of the My Morning Jacket paradox: the band that makes it big playing by its own rules. “I think that’s where both feelings come from,” says James, “of [the music] feeling really intimate, but, when you see it with a bunch of people, hopefully feeling big, too. It does start off in a very small, focused way—first just my brain wrapping around it, then all five of our brains wrapping around it, trying to figure out what it all means and how to best do it.” And once that’s been determined, thousands of rabid, spitting, sweating fans wrap their brains around it. And that’s where a bit of musical magic becomes an act of grand alchemy.
“You
never really know how it’s going to turn out,” says Hallahan of the process of translating a record to the stage. “The recorded realm and the live realm are so different.” It’s not surprising that My Morning Jacket view their songs not as mere products, but as children, nor is it so shocking that they see their stage show as recess. “It’s sorta like releasing new kids onto a playground,” says Hallahan of working new songs into the rotation, “where the older kids know the rules and know how they exist with each other. You put this new flock in there and you want to see how they play together, and if they make good sets.” You could say the new kids and the old kids are making fast friends,
or the rarity that they’re into. I mean, that’s really lucky. We’re fucking lucky. It gives us a ton of license to keep exploring and keep figuring it out, rather than having to replicate some magic that’s gone.” In Broemel’s mind, a record is a document of a moment of time: “When you make records, you’re capturing a time and you can’t redo it. You can’t go back. There’s just no way to do it and have it resonate at all.” It’s this constant progression that makes My Morning Jacket—on record and onstage—such a consistently exciting and engaging band. While many artists are content to find a formula and run it into the ground, My Morning Jacket take each new benchmark of success as a jump-off for further exploration. Each album has its own feel, its own creative space, that is built upon its predecessor without recycling or rehashing the previous efforts. Circuital sounds different from Evil Urges, which —Carl Broemel sounds different from Z, which sounds different from It Still Moves, and so on. Yet there is a conadopted with equal vigor by band and audience alike. tinuity and consistency of vision that ties the entire catalog together. “These new songs are a blast,” says Hallahan. “[They’ve] just opened Likewise, the My Morning Jacket show you see this year will be differa whole new realm of possibilities for us. The songs were written live, ent from the one you saw last year, and different from the year before anyway, so the transition to the live realm was pretty fluid, but to see that—from the setlist to the light show, the evolution is constant. them mix in with the old songs so well has been a real treat.” “There’s always a transition period with new music,” adds Broemel, music should always be first, but the lights are a really “and for whatever reason it seems like the transition was really short great part of the concert experience,” says James of the with this record. That’s kind of like the dream, you know?” band’s evolving conception of the live experience. “Our lighting diWhat’s more of a dream is that My Morning Jacket find themselves rector Mark gets really keyed into the music. He loves the music and in that sweet spot where the fanbase is as stoked about the new songs becomes another member of the band each night, playing along with as the band is. us. Same with our sound guy Ryan; he’s playing along with us, too, “I realize… that there are people who are fans of, like, certain reyou know? cords, a few of [our] records,” says Broemel, “but a majority of the “And at the end of the day, that’s all of our mission statement and people are just as excited to hear the new stuff as they are the old stuff our goal—the music is first. And that is kind of what we pride our-
“A majority of [our fans] are just as excited to hear the new stuff as they are the old stuff. I mean, that’s really lucky. We’re fucking lucky.”
“The
selves on: being a live band… and it’s fun to support that with a really cool light show or really cool imagery to tie it all together.” For instance, aforementioned lighting director Mark Janowitz pushes the band outside of their comfort zone. “He’s always coming to us with really brilliant ideas,” says Broemel. “Sometimes we’re like ‘I dunno, man,’ and then we see something and we’re like, ‘Dude, you were right—that is so cool!’ We’re just really lucky to have people like that, people who spend hours and days dreaming stuff up to make the show look a certain way, and then we can just relax and play.” Which is how the band prefers it. Or, as Hallahan puts it: “We love it. We love it, we love it, we love it—that’s where we’re happy. Put the instruments in our hands and, well, we’re happy people.” When it comes right down to it, it’s this enthusiasm—for their work, for their team, for their art—that bubbles over into the crowd and is sent right back to the stage, creating a positive-feedback loop between band and fans. This is a band that refuses to rest on their laurels and an audience that would be sorely disappointed if they did—a rare relationship in these days of carefully focus-grouped pop stars and constant/immediate repackaging of even the most marginal successes. This is the rare band that thrives on expanding their own horizons, broadening their audiences in the most natural and organic ways, and still staying humble despite their wild success. “I love looking out there and seeing all sorts of different kinds of people, and different age groups,” says James. “Just hearing from different people, hearing from kids, hearing from teenagers, hearing from older people—I’m just always really thrilled that anybody wants to listen to us. [Laughs] I’m just grateful for whoever comes out.” My Morning Jacket will be on tour through August and play the Austin City Limits in September. More at mymorningjacket.com. photos by Kriech-Higdon
We’re back in that
field, back at Bonnaroo, and we’ve got a new friend, jumping up and down, swinging her hair, freaking out as the guitar solo to “One Big Holiday”— from 2001’s It Still Moves—hits a fever pitch. Again, this random stranger has a point: There is something about acres upon acres of people singing “If we holler loud and all make our way, we’d all live one big holiday” that will renew your faith in rock ‘n’ roll, in the music industry, hell, in humanity in general. In an era of divisive self-interest and isolationist discourse, the power of communal experience—of collective release—is more important than it’s ever been. And while industry analysts are quick to scream that the sky is falling, and that music is dying, it’s clear to us—to those in the audience, raising our voices in a field of strangers—that, if anything, the music is more alive than ever. But all the market analysis in the world won’t do you any good; spreadsheets, SoundScans and social media surveys will never capture what makes music work. Art is the domain of artists, not accountants, and at least someone, somewhere, knows that. And as the final strains of feedback ring out, the road crew takes the stage and the lights come up, we notice that our newest friend is gone. But as we slowly shuffle out amid a crowd still shocked, still shaking their heads in awe of the spectacle they’d just witnessed, we see a familiar head popping up over the crowd, jumping up and down, unable and unwilling to rein in her enthusiasm for what she just saw. And as she bounces through the crowd, doubtless on her way to a late, late night and a groggy, foggy morning, we can hear her refrain: “The good guys are winning! The good guys are winning!” Indeed, friend, it seems that they are.
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hee Physical, the second widely distributed album from Denver-based producer Pictureplane, is a dirty, murky, delirious mess. There’s a lot going on here, and it all tends to happen at the same time. Take the first few seconds of album opener “Body Mod”: brightly chintzy house piano stabs in a faltering rhythmic loop; a crudely cut-and-pasted, instantly recognizable hip-hop vocal snippet (the same sample that powered Fatboy Slim’s block-rockin’ 1998 remix of Wildchild’s “Renegade Master”); some churning, fuzz-toned synth throbs; a pinging Nintendo bassline; a distant, warped, divaesque wail. All this hangs in vague, uneasy suspension for half a minute; then come the manic rushing snares, jump-starting a syncopated, jacking breakbeat that suddenly harnesses everything into a tight lockgroove, making the next three-plus minutes feel as propulsive and inevitable as they are disorienting. It’s a striking, effective collage and—better—a bluntly obvious dancefloor killer. It’s also, by some distance, the most immediate thing here, though not necessarily a misleading introduction.
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Like just about everybody making electronic music at this point, Pictureplane’s Travis Egedy is an unabashed nostalgist: every element of “Body Mod,” like the rest of Thee Physical, hearkens more or less explicitly to the popular dance music of the 1990s— diva house, Hi-NRG, hip-house, rave, big beat, drum ‘n’ bass, two-step garage—not coincidentally the last time, until recently, that electronica had anything to do with this country’s cultural mainstream. But he’s not, by any means, a revivalist—at least in any straightforward sense. Besides slap-chopping all of these styles together in an ecstatically sloppy, anti-formalist jumble, just about every sound that passes through Egedy’s decks comes out grimy, roughed-up and sonically distressed, recalling the
same impulses fueling the amorphous chillwave movement. Adding to the general sense of woozy bewilderment and stylistic abstraction, most of these grooves are surprisingly slow—closer to dubstep than disco, tempo-wise—rendering them less oddly danceable than they feel like they should be, though allowing for some thrilling double-time freakout moments. Throw in occasional bouts of wobbly, manifestly non-mechanical imprecision— like the just-slightly-off bass breakdown midway through “Black Nails”—and a certain political/ critical subtext starts to emerge. If all electronic music functions, on some level, as a mediation of the endlessly mutable relationship between human and machine, the thrust here seems to be “retain
Familiar Guys Unoriginal U.K. dancepunks Friendly Fires are burning out and fading away T h ough Pala marks a nominal improvement over the dancFriendly Fires
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ey Brit trio’s much-hyped 2008 debut, Friendly Fires can’t seem to shake their tragic hamartia: This music feels dated from day one. 2008 sounded an awful lot like 2002 on Friendly Fires, as the pristine production, drum circle percussion and disco yawp vox harkened back to the DFA glory days of LCD Soundsystem and the Rapture. Now, with
the throbbing, emotive heart of ’90s club music, while utterly fraying and distorting its vapid, faceless façade.” For all the mileage Egedy gets from this premise, though, Physical’s best moment is also its most conformist, at least structurally. “Real Is a Feeling,” named for Egedy’s ongoing Denver DJ night, reins in the chaos for a blissful outpouring of grubbily shimmering synth-pop; the album’s sole, shining club anthem. Elsewhere, for better and worse, the album can’t quite decide if it wants to be music for the mind or the body. On the other hand, if “we are all post-physical”—as Egedy intones amidst typically dark, sweaty electronic churn—then perhaps it shouldn’t matter anyway. —K. Ross Hoffman
Pala, 2011 calls to mind that moment in ’08 when neu-disco and nu-rave started getting old. Lead single “Blue Cassette” paraphrases Cut Copy over what sounds like Daft Punk’s “One More Time” being steamrolled in reverse, while “Running Away” blends the production precision of James Murphy with TV on the Radio’s hazy atmospherics, throwing in a Rick Astley synth drumroll and Chromeo-grifted hook for good measure. “Hawaiian Air” especially pushes its luck, recalling Murphy’s very public Brian Eno fetish, and resembling LCD in everything from the mix to the progression and vocal melody (“All My Friends” in particular). Whether reference or rip-off, precious little here sounds fresh. Still, it beats Friendly Fires, the biggest boon of which came by way of inspired remixes from Aeroplane and Air France. Here, the Fire boys do it all by themselves, if only through clearly owed debts: “Hurting” condenses Passion Pit, Discovery and a Toro y Moi sample into a Junior Senior outtake prime for any closet Maroon 5 fan, and the beguiling title track makes for a sultry poolside tryst. Nicking this mid-record twosome will make for the beginnings of a fine summer mix—though you’d do just as well to cut out the copies and reach back to In Ghost Colours, too. —Jakob Dorof
photo by Satoshi Minakawa
Angelo Spencer et Les Hauts Sommets
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Global folk, pop and rock in a blender Three songs into World Garage, Angelo Spencer asks himself, “Am I supposed to play traditional punk-rock songs?” The question is so thoroughly rhetorical that it’s ludicrous. Olympia, WA’s Spencer and his able players swirl a grab-bag of musical ingredients—French vocalisms, African rhythms, Indian tonalities, fabulously distorted guitars, trippy Auto-Tune wormholes—into a delirious global bouillabaisse so rich, lived-in and defiantly alive that it’s difficult to believe it’s seeing release on the same imprint that gave us Karp, Tiger Trap and the Microphones. (Somehow, Yume Bitsu doesn’t seem like quite as much of a stretch.) “Transmission” blares out of control; “Dirty Blues” lives down to its title, an effects pedal-enabled, dog-mean groove looking for trouble; the lightly psychedelic, pealing “3 Herures” proceeds at a horse-trot pace even as it threatens to heave listeners into man-eating weeds. Given all that, who needs three-chord flail and mashed-note twee? —Raymond Cummings Art Brut
Brilliant! Tragic! Cooking Vinyl/ The End
Too common people When you’re a band like Art Brut, it’s hard to keep up the momentum and ethos of a debut like Bang Bang Rock & Roll, to play like you just formed five minutes ago and you’re doing it for the kids. Who can? On their fifth release, there are those moments, like “Clever Clever Jazz,” which could be the cynical, jittery sequel to “Formed a Band,” the short, sharp “Martin Kemp,” which has nothing to do with Spandau Ballet and everything to do with old schoolgirl crushes, and teenage angst anthem “Axl Rose.” Paired once more with producer Frank Black, another former shouter-turned-singer, frontman Eddie Argos is attempting to sing in a rasp that many will compare to Jarvis Cocker, which takes the air out of the proceedings. In other songs, like “Bad Comedian,” a darkly humorous, greeneyed portrait of a man checking out his ex’s new boyfriend online, he evokes a shouted blog post. —Sara Sherr Atari Teenage Riot
Is This Hyperreal? Dim Mak
Taking the power back Just the name alone should command your respect, but there’s so much more to commend about the unhinged and unnerving all-out assault of Berlin’s newly reformed Atari Teenage Riot. Their modus operandi has always been, and still is, pretty simple: wave after wave of relentless digital hardcore mayhem, a bowel-
churning barrage of white noise designed solely to bludgeon the listener into whimpering submission. It’s a twisted, hellish marriage of Teutonic Viking Berserkers rampaging through a club full of gurning Belgian Happy Hardcore fans. But more intense. Apparently, this album is a pointed and scathing diatribe on corporate greed in the Internet age. Not that you’d know it, what with all the Germanic shouting and chainsaw guitars. What rhetoric that does emerge from the tsunami of noise frequently possesses all the political sophistication of the average irate 14-year-old. It frequently borders on the downright cartoonish, but ATR pull it off— just—through their wide-eyed sincerity. Give in to it; resistance is futile. —Neil Ferguson
David Bazan
Strange Negotiations Barsuk
David Bazan vs. God, round two For nearly a decade, David Bazan proselytized for his spiritual beliefs as Pedro the Lion, and the resultant brilliant, often challenging albums earned him a boatload of adoring fans and a press kit crammed with glowing mentions. Five years ago, he retired PTL and began performing under his own name; not long after, he had a messy break-up with God, detailed in his first solo full-length, 2009’s vibrant and chaotic Curse Your Branches. With Strange Negotiations, Bazan continues to ratchet up the intensity (“People,” “Eating Paper”) while focusing his jaundiced eye on exterior as well as interior concerns. On opener “Wolves at the Door,” Bazan rails against the rapacious corporate attitude that has crippled America and our tacit allowance of it, but he doesn’t miss an opportunity to break a commandment and piss off his former employer (“You’re a goddamn fool / and I love you”). While Bazan’s philosophy has shifted, Strange Negotiations shows that his heartfelt message and ability to set it to a compelling soundtrack are completely intact. —Brian Baker Butcher the Bar
For Each a Future Tethered Morr
Charming us softly… very Joel Nicholson’s recorded output suggests that he’s a perfect gentleman. As with 2008’s Sleep at Your Own Speed, the Manchester-based folk-pop auteur doesn’t raise his voice once on his second album, even when addressing cops, drugs, sleep (again—it does, after all, factor regularly in our lives), or the cessation of life. He breathily brushes past the last on “Giant” before launching a bouncy, clarinet-and-mandolin-enhanced interlude that, if only a few hours longer, could easily pass for something by Akron/Family. His restraint can be a bit much. Without its deeply textured, polychromatic arrangements, we might be tempted to stomp on the album’s toes, just in the hope of getting a response. Nicholson’s sense of humor provides another counterweight.
It’s hard to resist somebody who begins a song with “The earth’s an ugly face / a great ghastly place,” as he does on “Blood for the Breeze.” —Rod Smith
Com Truise
Galactic Melt Ghostly International
The tuna: not so good At first listen, it would be easy to find nothing but funky cold nostalgia in New Jersey musician/composer Seth Haley. There’s the old-school computer games, the jarring rhythmic heft that Haley has self-titled “mid-fi synth-wave, slow-motion funk,” and the conceptual aspect of Galactic Melt that focuses on the planet’s first robot astronaut. “VHS Sex” and “Cathode Girls,” in particular, come across like brighter versions of New Order’s flat-lined soul. For all the chilly vintage equipment and stilted ’80s ideals, there’s something mussedup and unfussy about Com Truise’s look backwards that sounds altogether too present, a set of patchwork notions that make the likes of “Hyperlips” and “Brokendate” freaky, fresh and new, despite the fact that Haley runs titles together like he’s Prince or something. —A.D. Amorosi Cults
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ITNO/Columbia
See you at the chickie run Ah, young love. It’s the essence of Cults, the duo that found its way to a Sony imprint in less than a year. Brian Oblivion and Madeline Follin’s music is a winning formula, stolen from Phil Spector’s lunchbox and fed to Brian Wilson, who summarily purges the goods into a tin bucket for production purposes. A small dose of new wave and electro/hip-hop beats meet twist-able pop, finger-snaps that sound like cap guns and singsong girl-group grooves. Follin’s voice aims for Dusty Springfield and Mary Weiss’s greatness, but there are moments when her insecurity is downright pathetic. “I tried so hard to be happy,” she laments on the doo-wop “You Know What I Mean.” Even when Follin asserts herself to her good-for-nothing heartthrob, she reeks of naiveté. On “Oh My God,” she proclaims, “I can run away and leave you anytime.” But honey, then what would you sing about? —Jeanne Fury Fountains of Wayne
Sky Full of Holes Yep Roc
Still got it going on The poets laureate of the Northeast Corridor, Fountains of Wayne have painted themselves into a well-furnished corner. They have few peers when it comes to crafting hook-filled pop songs, and they’ve mastered the art of reducing a life to rubble in the space of a well-turned couplet. “The Summer Place,” which kicks off their fifth album, Sky Full of Holes, is a characteristically acid depiction of middle-class
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disaffection, but there’s something cold and a little cruel about the precision with which they fillet their targets. The aimless entrepreneurs in “Richie and Reuben” more or less have it coming, but it’s hard to find too much glee in their repeated failures, no matter how cleverly sketched. With its majestic piano octaves and soaring harmonies, “Cold Comfort Flowers” opens up more melancholic territory further explored in “Cemetery Guns.” Even the touring lament “A Road Song” works some wistfulness in between rhyming “Cracker Barrel” with “Will Ferrell,” and “Radio Bar” observes dive-bar denizens from the next stool over rather than through a plate-glass window. It’s not as insanely catchy as their halfmasterpiece Welcome Interstate Managers, but Sky finds a few spurs off the main road still well worth exploring. —Sam Adams
Eleanor Friedberger
Last Summer Merge
Fiery Furnaces countess goes solo If there’s an adjective that encapsulates Last Summer, it’s “bittersweet.” This solo debut from NYCbased spazz-rockers Fiery Furnaces’ sister half plays like a perpetually paying-out slot machine on the top floor of a crumbling casino: detachedly melancholic short-fiction sketches couched in the kind of vaguely hallucinatory, sublimely addictive melodies the Furnaces have been inching towards since 2007’s Widow City. Disco-fied and strewn with funk-guitar hiccups, “Roosevelt Island” tracks transients hooked on smack and the rattling rumble of subway-train rides, while the sleepy countenance of “One-Month Marathon”—laconic strum, tambourine shakes, two-finger tapped bongos—belies a swath of casually psychotic imagery; it’s like skimming the diary of a victim of child sexual abuse. When Friedberger allows sunlight to illuminate the worlds of her charges—check the skeletal, cowbell ‘n’ handclapcharged clop of “Early Earthquake”—it’s as though the XX-chromosome George Saunders of frazzlepop just can’t help herself: she’s just got to dole out a happy ending or two. —Raymond Cummings
Fucked Up
David Comes to Life Matador
Mad, bad and dangerous to know Canadian punk veterans Fucked Up are known for their self-destructive tendencies—the unmarketable band name, the dumbass Nazi imagery on impossible-to-find 7-inches, the lead singer who strips down and cuts himself on stage, then gets friendly on Fox News’ Red Eye. But this band of people who apparently don’t even like each other that much, who seem so allergic to success and stature, cannot
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It’s Australian for Newgrass Down under roots stars put their spin on Americana sounds
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fter making a splash on the Australian roots music scene, mandolin player Kym WarThe Greencards ner and vocalist/bassist Carol Young relocated to The Brick Album Austin, TX, and started the Greencards. The quartet, which darling street includes Americans Tyler Andal on fiddle and flat-picking guitar champ Carl Miner, blends country, bluegrass, folk and jazz for roots music with a poignant edge. Young’s soulful country vocals are the highlight of “Loving You Is the Only Way to Fly,” which recalls the early work of the Everly Brothers, and “Mrs. Madness,” a jazzy blues number with a taste of ragtime in its syncopated rhythm. Special guest Sam Bush adds his mandolin to the mournful “Make It Out West,” an ironic look at the hardships of life on the road. Vince Gill duets with Young on the intensely romantic “Heart Fixer.” The tune has a hint of Tex-Mex in its melody, with Miner’s guitar weaving in and out of the gorgeous harmonies Gill and Young lay down. The band’s understated virtuosity is evident on every track, especially on the two instrumentals; “Adelaide,” a Celtic-flavored reel that shows off the work of Andal’s fiddle and Miner’s guitar, and “Tale of KangaRIO,” a lilting blend of bluegrass and bossa nova featuring Warner’s lyrical mandolin work. The album was tracked live with all the players in one room, and if they didn’t get a take, they did it again, just like in the days before digital recording. The result is an album that sparkles with the energy of an onstage performance. —j. poet
run from their latest fuck-up: David Comes to Life is a great album. Like modern-classic great. It’s what they’ve been building up to for the last decade: a sweaty, magnetic barrage of proggy arrangements, muddy guitars and Damian Abraham’s
grouched-out sing-along lyrics. Everything comes together on heavy-hearted anthems like “Serve Me Right” and “Running on Nothing,” and nobody gets you shouting “I’m dying on the inside! Dying on the inside!” like these guys. —Patrick Rapa
Gardens & Villa
Gardens & Villa
Secretly Canadian
Soundscape architects Five dudes from Santa Barbara make their debut with a band name that recalls a Home Depot department. But Gardens & Villa are far removed from banal homeowner duties. Their property is brimming in an atmosphere of coolly coiffed British new wave and Summer of Love psych vibes, the latter most likely a result of all the damn California sun nourishing their garden. But along with taut bass lines, crisp snares and synths straight out of a John Hughes flick lies a decidedly kooky side à la Kaleidoscope-era Siouxsie and the Banshees. “There’s a 24-hour buffet with a fountain of chocolate for the fruits of your heart,” sings Chris Lynch on “Cruise Ship,” a Love Boat theme with DayGlo schmaltz. Though the album hardly sounds fresh, it gets points for the crystalline chimes, pastoral woodwinds and high-pitched vocals that save it from being tossed in with the ubiquitous ’80s crap permeating popular music. —Jeanne Fury
Kids on a Crime Spree
The Ladybug Transistor
We Love You So Bad
Slumberland
He says goodbye, we say hello Indie-pop lifer Mario Hernandez has already recorded as Ciao Bella (with Jamie McCormick) and From Bubblegum to Sky, but as Kids on a Crime Spree he gets a little more dirt on him than usual, and the result is more becoming than ever. He plies the same handful of Phil Spector/Archies/ Ramones/Orange Juice tricks—cutie-pie melodies with words to tweely match (it’s called “Sweet Tooth” for a reason), head-nodding beats and spyflick fuzz bass (even the title of “To Mess With Dynamite” evokes a circa-’66 night at the movies), fey pseudo-English vocals and semi-crunchy guitar (“Dead Ripe”). Normally, this sort of thing is par for the course on Slumberland’s behalf. But even in a year of big steps forward from Crystal Stilts and the Pains of Being Pure at Heart, this EP’s so nonstop it deserves its own spotlight. —Michaelangelo Matos
Clutching Stems Merge
A somber but hopeful funeral for a friend The Ladybug Transistor’s sonic path over the past 16 years has shifted with the band’s rotating membership. Under the constant tutelage of founder Gary Olson, LT have embraced sugary psychedelia and varying degrees of baroque indie pop, but Clutching Stems exhibits a lush simplicity and dark undercurrent. Stems is LT’s first album since the death of longtime drummer San Fadyl, a tragedy that nearly ended the band. Instead, they channel their grief through brilliantly spartan pop that bristles and soothes like a summit meeting of the Smiths, Lou Reed and Burt Bacharach. The album’s lyrics betray a palpable sense of loss and pain, but often balanced against an upbeat musical accompaniment; Olson sings “I left my heart at the station / You move away with the leaving train” on “Fallen and Falling,” but the soundtrack is more jaunty than dour.
Perfect Sound for 44 Minutes Pursesnatchers keep mannered indie-rock classicism alive
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the thrill of forward motion; their fluorescent guitars pace and tremble and flutter; the drums combust in slow-motion; Pursesnatchers Doug Marvin’s wan, gliding non-sequiturs slice like scalpels even A Pattern Language as they charm. The Brooklyn foursome’s sweet-spot debut evokes Uninhabitable sustained tugs on heartstrings and fishing lines, space shuttles Mansions rocketing into the clear blue yonder, arrows loose in flight. Or
think of line-drives, home runs, fouls: the bumptiously sprawling “Baseball on the Radio” equates a romance with America’s favorite pastime, experienced blind. As with most albums written by twenty somethings, love and nostalgia are Language’s stock in trade; the roiling “Forever Overhead” and surging “Mechanical Rabbits” celebrate both in one fell swoop. There’s a woozy, panoramic whirl to songs like these, and to “Kissena Park,” where the pace dips to anemic carousel-speed and entreaties like “We could split a can of beer / and linger awhile” feel like the surest advice in the world. But Language is at its best when its starry-eyed narrators wander into duplicitous disarray. Witness how “Third Body Problem” spills its bizarre lust triangulations into glistening, ascending-chord freefall, revealing two male suitors as playthings in their beloved’s Machiavellian imaginings. Consider Language a triumph of compromised linearity, the sedated, mid-tempo lovechild of Is This It-era Strokes and I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One-era Yo La Tengo; when it’s playing, you’re as good as theirs. —Raymond Cummings
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Elsewhere, the lyrical message and supporting music is more synchronous—the sweet sadness of “Ignore the Bell,” the exquisite melancholy jangle of “Breaking Up on the Beat”—but ultimately Clutching Stems finds the Ladybug Transistor in a quietly hopeful frame of mind. —Brian Baker
Efrim Manuel Menuck
Efrim Manuel Menuck Plays “High Gospel” Constellation
Matt Sullivan writes “record review” Even as Godspeed You! Black Emperor reunited last year after a seven-year hiatus, band founder Efrim Manuel Menuck’s other band, Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band, has now been active longer and put out more albums. So, with that it comes as little surprise that Menuck’s first solo album, Efrim Manuel Menuck Plays “High Gospel”, sounds a lot like Silver Mt. Zion at times. Most obvious is Menuck’s quivering and nasal vocals, the surefire mark of authenticity on any SMZ record. But where that band grew from brooding chamber music to big exercises in dynamics, Menuck’s mostly in a meditative mood on “High Gospel”. Half the album leans on hypnotic layers akin to the tape-manipulated parts of GY!BE recordings, while the other half finds him getting more personal than usual. While it’s tough to decipher the lyrics that appear after the three-minute mark, “Kaddish for Chesnutt” mourns friend and late bandmate Vic Chesnutt. But the best track is the closer, where Menuck celebrates fatherhood, repeating the lyric “Look at my boy / Look at him smile / I am no longer a motherless child” as gleefully as you’ve ever heard the post-rock gloomster sound. —Matt Sullivan Motor City Drum Ensemble
DJ-Kicks !K7
Dispense with the pleasantries What, exactly, is the point of mix CDs? More to the point, what’s the point of the glut of rote dance mixes churned out to a frequently unsuspecting and undiscerning public? Having sat (“sat” being the operative word) through Motor City Drum Ensemble’s tasteful but deeply dull DJ-Kicks set, this reviewer is none the wiser. It’s not so much as it’s awful—it’s not—it’s just that it’s so unremittingly restrained, which by rights, should be anathema to any self-respecting DJ. Is it too much to demand at least a hint of audacious genre-mashing, a sense of playful experimentation, and a handful of peaks and highs? It can, and has, been done—look to
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the likes of Coldcut, Optimo or Soulwax for definitive proof. This, however, never really kicks into gear. There are occasional glimpses of greatness— a touch of Sun Ra, the skittering, mercurial afro beat of Tony Allen, but overall it’s a distinctly underwhelming mix of the lighter end of silky smooth Chicago House, and as such, amounts to so much aural wallpaper. And no amount of pills, poppers or powder will change that. —Neil Ferguson
Night Beats
Night Beats
Trouble in Mind
The sounds of yesterday, today The easy way out is by comparison. Seattle trio the Nightbeats make no secret of their influences and affiliations. The band’s ’60s-revival psych impulse comes free with purchase of Nuggets, and to say the members are probably 13th Floor Elevators fans is an understatement. Singer Lee Blackwell yelps like Jack White or Davila 666’s Carlito Davila; his screaming guitar solos evoke a more on-this-planet Human Eye. But even as the Beats stretch “The Other Side” past the seven-minute mark, losing themselves in a slithering surf riff and their album’s echoey just-right-fi production, they never once lose their balance. Opener “Puppet on a String” quickly launches into a supersize hook and accompanying ahh-ahh gang vocal. Even Blackwell’s crazed guitar spurts are instantly hummable (also, not that crazed, after all). Nobody’s going to accuse the Night Beats of pioneering anything. The band, clearly, isn’t ready to step outside the garage. But they’re in good company there, anyway. —Bryan C. Reed Old 97’s
The Grand Theatre Volume Two New West
Twang-pop tunesmiths get a third wind On record, at least, Old 97’s had been coasting for a decade. 2005’s Alive and Wired gave a taste of the band’s tremendous stage presence, but the studio efforts on either side of it felt like halfhearted excuses for touring when Rhett Miller’s solo schedule permitted. The Grand Theatre Volume One, released in October, was a step forward, with a solid mix of twang and pop, but with a title like that, it was only a matter of waiting for the other shoe to fall. So, here it is: Nine albums in, Volume Two gets closer than ever to capturing their manic live energy and camaraderie, as Miller and guitarist Ken Bethea sneer and teeter through “The Actor” and “Bright Spark (See What I Mean).” And while you
can always count on bassist Murry Hammond for a weepie or two—“How Lovely All It Was” graciously complies—the spirited “Whiteport” finds him yodeling in joy instead. Can’t blame him. —M.J. Fine
Owl City
All Things Bright and Beautiful Universal Republic
Whitebread and roses In your ongoing search for all-purpose summer jams, you could scarcely do worse than Owl City’s latest, All Things Bright and Beautiful. The good news is that Adam Young—the one-man band/synth pad aficionado behind the municipal nom de plume—has abandoned his cheap, imitation-crab take on Postal Service electronics and Ben Gibbard vocals that made Owl’s 2009 major label debut such a hit (Billboard #1 “Fireflies” even cribbed lyrics from Gibbard’s ancient bedroom side project, All-Time Quarterback). The bad news is that he’s replaced it with yet cheesier lyrics to fill the boxes beneath the profile pics of wayward Warped Tour teens (“Reality’s a lovely place, but I wouldn’t wanna live there”), asphyxial layers of sterile synths (try not gagging on the bittersweet symphony of “Dreams Don’t Turn to Dust”), and many gauche, focus-grouped mashups of hip-hop cool and Disney Channel poptimism. Recommended only if you’ve thoroughly worn out your 180-gram vinyl of the last Bieber album. —Jakob Dorof Pontiak
Comecrudos EP Thrill Jockey
Band of brothers goes road trippin’ Pontiak don’t make things easy. The Virginiabased band, made up of siblings Van, Lain and Jennings Carney, fits into any number of boxes while still managing to roam free. Bluesy, doomy, fuzzy, folksy—check all that apply, and leave room for others. Further complicating things is Pontiak’s overwhelming release history: five full-lengths in five years, with a penchant for limited-edition vinyl. Comecrudos, the band’s first EP, untangles the mess a bit. It’s four tracks (labeled “parts”), spread over 25 minutes, conceived during a drive the brothers took from Phoenix to Texas’ Big Bend. True to the landscape that inspired it, the EP is both sprawling and intimate. “Part I” is eight minutes of panicky drone that gives way to Floydian folk (“Part II”) before “Part III” finds a way to knot both: building an elastic groove into a creepy texture, then laying vocals over top for comfort. The Carneys don’t want your love; they want your undivided attention. —Michael Pollock
Seapony
Go With Me Hardly Art
Beary Unnecessary Teddybears overtly commercial ambition leaves plenty to be desired
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pop music as an irritant, where the most successful musicians on the FM band tend to Devil’s Music take a very simplistic, careerist approach to extending their brand. Artists like Ke$ha and Rick Ross pummel their lisBig Beat/ teners into submission through repetition. What critics and Atlantic industry observers have taken to labeling as the “earworm effect” has proven to be extremely divisive: There’s an increasingly growing disconnect between what people actually enjoy and what they’re able to rationalize as “good” music. How you digest the sounds of Swedish trio Teddybears—who bathed frothy dance tracks in irony to great effect on 2006’s Soft Machine—depends on your vantage point: They’re either geniuses or pariahs. Or, perhaps, a bit of both. They’ve certainly pulled out all of the stops with guest artists on Devil’s Music, which features contributions from B.O.B. (who was added to the rerecorded and resequenced U.S. version of the album), the Flaming Lips and, on “Cho Cha,” Cee-Lo Green and the B-52s. It’s all colorful, if a bit gimmicky. At the opposite end of the spectrum, there’s Teddybears paying homage to spiritual forefathers Kraftwerk on a pair of drab instrumental tracks, “Glow in the Dark” and “Cisum Slived.” Devil’s Music is much more successful when Teddybears zero in on the essential attributes of their collaborators and amplify them slightly with goofy beats and samples. “Rocket Scientist” features Eve’s best verse ever: “I keep it cool like Eskimo chicks on Discovery Channel.” Robyn—who guests on “Cardiac Arrest”—is much better when the Åhlund brothers are ghostwriting her lyrics (as on last year’s Body Talk), too. Of course, all of Devil’s Music has a brilliant future as video game music, commercials and Entourage soundtracks, but it’s high time to break the formula with more sincerity and less bullshit. —Nick Green Teddybears
photo by chrissy piper
Seapony, you’ll be a seahorse soon Every aspect of Seapony is elegant in its simplicity. The Seattle trio without a drummer has the feel of a perfect triangulate that’s cutting and precise. Precision is a large part of their economy. Songs fall under the three-minute mark. They use a maximum of three chords on each of their 12 breathless major key songs. Maximal minimalism, too, figures into their lyrics. No, “Dreaming” isn’t exactly a haiku, but at six lines that say all that Jen Weidl can say, it’s damn close. There is the feeling (or criticism) that the songs all sound too similar, and stringently follow the stricture of sharp verse-chorus-verse. Not really. There are just enough slips of sentimental surf pop (“Into the Sea”) and haunting reminiscence (“I Never Would”) that remove Go With Me from a run-in with non-emotion. Danny Rowland’s fuzz guitars borrow from shoegaze, and their taut steadiness takes liberally from Young Marble Giants. Sounds like heaven, really. —A.D. Amorosi Seun Kuti & Egypt 80
From Africa With Fury: Rise Knitting Factory
Bless the rains down in Africa As if being the youngest son of legendary Nigerian afrobeat-er Fela Kuti and becoming the de facto leader of his late father’s band at the age of 14 (and probably dealing with band members enraged at nepotism) isn’t enough pressure, listeners of From Africa With Fury: Rise are being asked to get up and dance to the misfortunes of Africa. Dude’s got the musical interpretation of the woes of an entire continent on his shoulders! Misfortune is definitely a driving force here, but so is the theme of perseverance. It can be heard in “Mr. Big Thief,” a song tackling the topic of corruption, yet sounding upbeat and optimistic in its distillation of funk, afrobeat, jazz and ’70s soul. Where men of less sturdy constitutions wallow in grief and helplessness and curl up in the fetal position, Kuti and his charges are sweating out compositions of resilience that take a stand in the arenas of opinion and dancefloor hook-ups. —Kevin Stewart-Panko She Wants Revenge
Valleyheart
Five Seven Music
We want a reprieve Along with Adam Bravin’s programming prowess and elegantly tailored arrangements, Justin Warfield’s twisted lyrics and creamy baritone carried She Wants Revenge through 2007 dark-dance placeholder This Is Forever with enough momentum to often make them seem like more than the sum of their ’80s influences. Easily their most focused album to date, the
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duo’s third is also their least exciting. Part of the problem lurks in Valleyheart’s premise. A paean to their beloved San Fernando Valley, the album starts out all sunny. Oops! It’s not that SWR do “uplifting” poorly: the likes of “Take the World” and “Must Be the One” might have kept Simple Minds going long enough to get produced by Brian Eno. Still, bad fit. Even clunkier is that when they finally bring the darkness, it’s too little, too late—especially the former. Nobody with so much sickness in their souls wants comparisons to Peter Murphy’s solo work. —Rod Smith
They Might Be Giants
Join Us
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All kidding aside Brooklyn’s esteemed and eclectic pop duo has been putting out more music for kids than adults in the last 10 years, so fans old enough to feed themselves have a right be skeptical whenever They come waltzing back. On that point, rest assured: Join Us is a worthy, if unsurprising, entry in the TMBG prime canon. Mostly the lyrics are weirdly funny, the music is weirdly catchy and the subjects are weirdly dark and weird. “Can’t Keep Johnny Down” and “You Probably Get That a Lot” are the big rock numbers. Banksy and Anonymous get shouts on a silly party tune called “Celebration.” “Old Pine Box” starts with a percussion bed of ticking clocks, and sings wistfully of punching cops and ditching your car in a field… that’s one that’s gonna take some contemplation. And that’s what TMBG do best: putting puzzling words to peppy music and letting you take your best guesses. Sometimes the answers are obvious; while there’s no parental advisory sticker, you’ll probably wanna keep the kids away from “When Will You Die.” —Patrick Rapa Various Artists
Rave On Buddy Holly Fantasy/Concord
Even the Kid Rock cover doesn’t suck Buddy Holly, who would have been 75 this year, was the first to prove that skinny guys in glasses could be rock stars. Because he made his guitar revolutions look so easy (all with a smile) is why his music inspires generations of punks, hippies, cowboys and indie kids. Paul McCartney, playing the very music that made him want to form a band in the first place, sounds recharged on “It’s So Easy.” Fiona Apple and Jon Brion provide Everly Brothers-like harmonies on “Everyday.” Cee-Lo Green is an unrecognizable chameleon on “(You’re So Square) Baby I Don’t Care.” Karen Elson, Jenny O. and She & Him provide a sweet, pink-frosted girl group sheen on their contributions. Nick Lowe, the Black Keys and
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Odd Present Hip-hop provocateur Tyler, the Creator stops making sense
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ow hype is a double-edged sword, right? It
lands money, fame and sexual favors in one’s pocket, but it doesn’t slay one’s dragons for shit. Moreover, the rapid, Tumblr-fueled ascent of Tyler’s Odd Future hipGoblin hop/skatekid collective has attracted a sort of attention from unlikely corners like the New Yorker and venture capitalist xl Bryce Roberts that Tyler is right to sense in public comments as vaguely pedophilic. This gives Goblin, Tyler’s highly anticipated follow-up to his self-released debut, Bastard, an intriguing tension, but also a brittleness that keeps Tyler’s music and perspective from escaping its self-defeating sullenness. Even then, Tyler proves himself one of his generation’s foremost musical talents. His production can pogo from spare, anarchic fuzzbombs (“Sandwitches”) to somber, depression-gilded dirges (“Fish”), and “Radicals” documents one of the most powerfully caustic tantrums ever recorded in hip-hop. But don’t blame yourself if you find Tyler’s refusal to think through the contradictions in his message frustrating: One minute he’s hating his dad, the next he’s wondering if the dude would ever like him. He hails his “60-deep” posse, yet turns guns on them at the end of the album, embracing an alarming solipsism as the final solution. Being a leader means more than making a living, and a generation of kids need Tyler to lead them away from the confusion and anger he has depicted so well so far. I hope he can one day. —Justin Hampton Tyler, the Creator
the Detroit Cobras are natural stylistic fits, while Patti Smith brings both gravity and optimism to “Words of Love.” And non-fans of Kid Rock will
be pleasantly surprised by his soulful Detroit-byway-of-Bob Seger version of “Well… All Right.” —Sara Sherr
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Washed Out
Within and Without Sub Pop
The heights of lovin’ The cover of Within and Without shows a photo of a prototypical indie rock couple engaged in dewy, tasteful bedroom activity. This scene is fitting, as the music created by one Ernest Greene in his bedroom studio down yonder in Perry, GA, is the sort of understated and soothing—yet soaring—experience that coffeeshop baristas and library science students will throw on to accompany their fumbling in the dark. Essentially a mixture of Air, M83 and various parts of the Trainspotting soundtrack, Greene uses trip-hop influences to sculpt effects-heavy layers into a chillwave comedown. “Amor Fati” is especially reminiscent of “Born Slippy,” whereas “Soft” flutters rhythmically and takes its up-tempo beats from the Polish electrojazz scene. Greene’s melodic simplicity catches up to him in the form of disheartening similarities as the album proceeds, but it’s a safe bet that Within and Without is going to feature in more than a few conception recollections. —Kevin Stewart-Panko
When Saints Go Machine
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When frogs drink codeine Be not afraid: Just because Copenhagen’s When Saints Go Machine start out Konkylie sounding like Kermit the Frog’s Enya cover band doesn’t mean that they stick to sounding like Kermit the Frog’s Enya cover band. Nope, it getters weirder. And better. Think the quirky, worldly playfulness of postgenesis Peter Gabriel and the lush electronics of Future Sound of London or the Orb. But with Kermit singing. Okay, it’s not really Mr. Miss Piggy on the mic, but there is a Muppet-invoking vibrato that pops up all over Konkylie that manages to distract from the otherwise entertaining deep electro-pop. There’s a lot of cool things going on here— beautiful strings, intriguing synths, meaty beats—but we just can’t shake the feeling that they let a puppet sip some sizzurp in the vocal booth. —Sean L. Maloney
Foregone Conclusion Viva Voce’s foray into freak folk yields mixed results
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The Future Will Destroy You Vanguard
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White Hills
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Black holes and supernovas The parts that make up White Hills are easy enough to pick apart. There’s Hawkwind’s heft, Acid Mothers Temple’s sprawl, a bit of Spacemen 3’s shoegaze and Faust’s adventurousness. But the group’s newest album, H-p1, doesn’t sound like a simple cut-and-paste job—taking cues from these daring bands requires some derring-do on White Hills’ part as well. And that’s what you get on the slow-burn slabs of meticulously layered atmosphere and noise on tracks like “Hand in Hand.” “Paradise” twists and bends a dozen minutes of sonic barbs over a Krautrock rhythm. But then the band melts steel on fuzzed-out riff-monsters like “Upon Arrival,” sounding almost like a Crazy Horse song before rising up into a never-ending fist-pump. This is space-rock through and through, meaning there are plenty of open spaces to find yourself lost in, but those come after more than a few big bangs. —Matt Sullivan
Voce return with the spare-yet-mysterious atmospherics of their fifth full-length, venturing into freak folk territory. The Future Will Destroy You opens with the percolating Feist-y “Plastic Radio” and segues into the Yo La Tengo-like fizz of “Analog Woodland Song,” which is a theme running throughout: getting back to nature/innocence, and the failure to do so in 2011. But once they get there, things aren’t as they seem. Both “Black Mood Ring” and “No Ship Coming In” have the foreboding vibes of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours, where no escape is really possible. Anita’s voice and guitar can sound both ethereal and menacing, especially when she asks, “Who’s gonna save you now?” This is punctuated by Kevin’s marching drum beats of the title track and her winding guitar. “Cool Morning Sun” is Future’s country rock hangover. The electro-pop and flamenco guitar of “We Don’t Care” make for one of those songs with a melancholic delivery that convinces you otherwise. “Viking Love Song” is gentle bongwater haze, but not quite hearty enough for Vikings. However, the Neil Young-like guitars on “The Wondering Soul” will tide them over. While at times the tempos are too much of the same, and can drag, the Robinsons have created an impressive canvas of sound. —Sara Sherr
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The Wooden Birds
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Andrew Kenny’s Americana analog porch set Andrew Kenny became a beloved minor indie deity with the synth pop quietude of American Analog Set, but he was simultaneously stockpiling stripped-back folk tunes, which ultimately informed Kenny’s next-generation Americana pop experiment, the Wooden Birds. Their 2009 debut, Magnolia, was subversively understated, Kenny’s singer/songwriter vision of AmAnSet’s edge of consciousness methodology. On the Birds’ sophomore effort, Two Matchsticks, Kenny, AAS cohort Leslie Sisson and new addition Matt Pond flesh out Magnolia’s bones, but maintain a hushed acoustic groove that suggests Iain Matthews, Lindsey Buckingham and Joe Pernice collaborating on demos for a Jimmy Webb tribute. One of Two Matchsticks’ distinguishing factors is the increased profile of Sisson, who provides a Sam Phillips vibe to her contributions (“A Lie”), but Kenny ever-so-slightly bumps up the Birds’ sonic ambition, offering engaging melodies and bouncy rhythms to counter the consistency of the tempo (“Folly Cub,” “Criminals Win”), while drawing on their proven qualities: great songwriting, reserved confidence and a reverence for the folk/ roots sources that inspire them. —Brian Baker
Paul Simon
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Zomby
Four classic Simon reissues offer meager extras
Dedication 4AD
Last night a DJ saved my life Something funny happens after the fifth or 20th time hearing a plinking track like “Digital Rain,” from Zomby’s third proper album. Not funny, maybe, but it’s definitely of the emotional variety—a deeper, warmer understanding of the motives behind the bass-beat squirts and farts the British dubstep producer employs, sometimes ad nauseam, on his tracks. Mystery is Zomby’s muse, in an odd way, and Dedication is pregnant with it. Moodier and more serious than 2008’s Gucci Mane-sampling, Gagaendorsed Where Were U in ’92?, the record puts Zomby’s strengths (repetition as catharsis; see “Mosaik”) next to new interests (a lonely piano in “Haunted” and “Basquiat”). Not everything works—Panda Bear collaboration “Things Fall Apart” manages to capture both artists at their most cloying—but nothing hangs around for too long, either. Just when you think you’ve got something figured out—a sound, a pattern—it’s gone, Zomby with it. —Michael Pollock
There Goes Rhymin’ Simon
Paul Simon in Concert/Live Rhymin’
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out and buy all of these “new” reissues of his first four albums. Paul Simon and Still Crazy duplicate the Warner/Rhino reissues of 2004, remasters with Rhino’s trademark attention to the best sound possible. There Goes Rhymin’ Simon and Paul Simon in Concert/Live Rhymin’ do have new bonus tracks, but nothing essential. The live album includes unheard versions of “Kodachrome” and “Something So Right”: solid, but not earthshaking recordings. More interesting are the acoustic demos from Rhymin’ Simon. “Let Me Live in Your City” is a love song with a melody that sounds like a variant of “Something So Right,” but with a strong lyric that explores Simon’s familiar theme of love’s power to overcome feelings of alienation and loneliness. There’s also a laid-back demo of “Take Me to the Mardi Gras” without the syncopation of the familiar studio version, and a version of “American Tune” without the finished lyric. Simon sings random syllables for most of the track, which highlights the beauty of the melody. On the demo of “Loves Me Like a Rock,” he sings some of the backing vocals that the Dixie Hummingbirds provided on the album, an interesting look at his unfolding creative process —j. poet
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Paul McCartney
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Significant departures It’s a bit surprising these reissues weren’t subtitled Macca: The DIY Years. Bookending the first decade of his post-Beatles career, the 1970 McCartney and its 1980 sequel find the future Sir Paul playing all the instruments, while forsaking the perfectionism that’s characterized much of his career. Now the albums have resurfaced in slightly expanded Special Editions and extra-stuffed Deluxe Editions. McCartney has the more dramatic back-story, emerging in the wake of the Beatles’ messy divorce. While the album may be dominated by fun, if somewhat slight instrumentals like “Hot as Sun/ Glasses” and “Momma Miss America,” the loose, funky playing elevates the proceedings. And McCartney contains some bona fide classics, not just “Maybe I’m Amazed,” the most famous song on the album. “Every Night,” an utterly disarming love song, is even better, as is “Junk,” an elliptical waltz that dates back to the White Album era. McCartney II is a whole other kettle of something vegetarians eat instead of fish. By this point, he’d discovered synthesizers, sequencers and drum machines. The album has since earned seminotoriety, due to robot-sex jams like “Temporary Secretary” and “Darkroom.” Even big hit “Coming Up” is pretty weird. It’s possible to overrate McCartney II slightly—there are still awful lyrics, hammy vocal mannerisms and other McCartney Achilles’ heels to contend with. But it contains a playful, offhand strangeness that’s hard to resist. And bonus tracks like “Secret Friend” and “Mr. H Atom/You Know I’ll Get You Baby” reveal an even stranger version of the album. —Michael Pelusi R.E.M.
Lifes Rich Pageant: 25th Anniversary Edition Capitol/IRS
Little mister sunshines When R.E.M.’s fourth LP was released in 1986, it met with resistance from critics who’d been spellbound by Murmur and Fables of the Reconstruction. But where those earlier efforts maintained a more consistent mood, Lifes Rich Pageant is a truer summation of the band’s strengths as a live band: muscle, impeccable timing and a sense of humor that had rarely surfaced on wax. Reissued to mark its 25th anniversary, Pageant opens with four signature tunes: Peter Buck’s propulsive guitar and Bill Berry’s insistent drums launch “Begin the Begin” and “These Days”;
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Michael Stipe’s gorgeous vocals and Mike Mills’ tender harmonies drive the environmental circa Life’s pleas “Fall on Me” and “CuyaRich Pageant hoga.” These four tracks have remained touchstones for R.E.M., often strategically placed at the start of their shows and in the encore. But while the rest of Pageant has been all but neglected in concert, it’s not clear why. “I Believe” leaps seamlessly from banjo-and-accordion-laced folk to a rare strain of Southern rock; “Underneath the Bunker” has a slinky, tenacious melody; and the meditative “Swan Swan H” is as soulful as anything in their catalog. A disc of demos reveals how ill-prepared the band felt before working with producer Don Gehman. They revived some of their earliest compositions; the rollicking “Just a Touch” and pastoral “Why Don’t We Give It Away?” (here called “Get on Their Way”), which made it onto Pageant, predated anything on their previous releases, as did rock ‘n’ roll throwbacks “All the Right Friends,” which wouldn’t surface until 2001, and “Wait” and “Mystery to Me”—both unreleased until now. It’s worth noting that Gehman helped trim and tighten the LP’s key songs, but R.E.M. were on the right track all along—even if they didn’t know it at the time. —M.J. Fine OH, THAT’S RICH R.E.M.
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True Soul: Deep Sounds From the Left of Stax, Volume 1 & 2 Now-Again
Obscure things make our hearts sing Certainly there are R&B reissue and soul rarity labels like Numero, Rhino and such that frisk assorted arcane-centric catalogs for the gristle. Count Lee Anthony’s NowAgain independent record label among the marrow mongers that go beyond skin deep. Anthony is Willie Mitchell, Al Bell and Berry Gordy without the authority or slickness of pop on
his side. Now-Again songs were densely packed and gritty, without a hint of sleekness about them. Even when the label found its way into disco with the likes of Le Chance and Portrait, both documented on Vol. 2, the melodies were murky (yet memorable) and the arrangements were slimy. Anthony’s way-back machine begins in the funky furrowed brow of Arkansas’ groove scene of the ’60s: regional rural stuff that shook the rafters of Little Rock to their foundation. This was the time and label of swamp soul and gut-bucket funk that saxophonists Ren Smith and York Wilborn were brewing up in their basements—raw anthems such as “Smog” and “Psychedelic Hot Pants.” Unsung heroes of the original Dirty South like vocalist Thomas East make you scratch your head in wonder at how the harshed mellow likes of “Slipping Around” and “Just a Trip” didn’t get national acclaim. In a better dirtier world, perhaps. —A.D. Amorosi
Neil Young and the International Harvesters
A Treasure Reprise
Truth in titling Archival Neil Young releases come along so frequently these days that casual fans can be forgiven for wondering if he might have passed away. Last year’s Le Noise proved that Young is still kicking, but he’s intent on eulogizing himself all the same. Recorded on the road in 1984-5 with a country-oriented backing band including Spooner Oldham and the late Ben Keith, the solid and sometimes spectacular performances here include five previously unreleased songs, from the epic “Grey Riders” to the shuffling lament of “It Might Have Been.” Although the set list spans albums as diverse as Old Ways and re-ac-tor, Young and his ensemble’s grasp of the down-home idiom is flawless; there’s no hitch in this hoedown. At this point, it’s difficult to separate Young’s truly essential recordings from those that are merely great, but A Treasure’s title doesn’t overreach. —Sam Adams
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The Red-Headed Stepchild Conan O’Brien Can’t Stop living in the past, and it’s getting old
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t’s old news, but it bears repeating: NBC screwed Conan O’Brien. Even
people who don’t own televisions know that. When O’Brien assumed hosting duties of The Tonight Show from Jay Leno in June 2009, Leno moved to a prime-time slot, where his ratings tanked. Cut to January 2010: NBC decided to give the late-night slot back to Leno and push O’Brien’s Tonight Show to midnight. O’Brien said no, NBC said goodbye, and Jay Leno, well, nobody cares about Jay Leno. The mighty Conan was contractually banned from appearing on TV, radio and the Internet for six months, so he set off on the “Legally Prohibited From Being Funny on Television Tour” and hit the road with a full band and backup dancers. Conan O’Brien Can’t Stop is a snapshot of his life during the tour, courtesy of filmmaker Rodman Flender.
For all of his lovable underdog appeal, O’Brien is a textbook narcissist. He can’t stop, because if he did, he’d cease to exist in his own mind. “That’s all I know,” he says, “being in front of an audience.” When directly asked if he thinks he can have fun without an audience in front of him, Conan goes silent for an uncomfortably long time. It’s like that scene in Truth or Dare when Madonna doesn’t want to talk off-camera and War-
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ren Beatty breaks it down for us: “She doesn’t want to live off-camera, much less talk. There’s nothing to say off-camera. Why would you say something if it’s offcamera? What point is there [in] existing?” The approval of strangers has such a lock on the vast majority of showbiz personalities that it cripples them, and Can’t Stop makes O’Brien look a severely addicted fame junkie. When NBC took away the vehicle by which
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Now Screen This he got his nightly fix, he freaked. Throughout the movie, we watch him chase the dragon. In a yikes-worthy moment, O’Brien’s private jet lands at the airport and he pretends there’s a frenzied crowd of admirers there to greet him. Sigh. And yet, when the throngs of fans show up for meet-and-greets and want nothing more than to lavish O’Brien with attention, he gets sick of engaging them. But, shocker, he can’t stop. “I can’t shut up,” he says. Before you say, “Cut him some slack—dude’s exhausted from touring,” consider this: On his day off, O’Brien goes to his college reunion and volunteers to play the talent show. Then he gets pissed because he’s told he can’t take the stage until after midnight. Is he pissed because he’s simply tired or because he can’t wait to get his fix? Sitting through scene after scene, I decided that Conan O’Brien is really goddamn annoying. Yes, he makes me laugh, and I love him for sticking it to The Man, but the Conan O’Brien guy is a handful. Case in Can’t Stop is in theaters now. point: There’s more than one incident of him hitting people. The guy literally hits people. Like a kid who needs attention or a reaction, O’Brien swings his fists into the arms of his friends (or the people who work for him— I’m not sure there’s really a distinction). Sure, he’s just fooling around, but there’s a sincere desperation behind those punches, and he doesn’t look like he’s in control. At one point, he catches himself. “Why do I do that? It’s not acceptable,” he says (after hitting someone). It’s sad, but also truly irritating. Of course, the guy is fuming over the whole NBC fiasco, and he has every right to work out his demons. But it’s never certain whether anger and revenge are fueling his manic desires to be successful and adored… or whether that’s just Conan being Conan.
Sam Adams with the best of what’s in movie theaters this month
Beats, Rhymes and Life Unlikely director Michael Rapaport does a bang-up job with the history of A Tribe Called Quest, whose laid-back, jazz-inflected hip-hop hit the airwaves like a velvet bomb. The film gives ample props to adenoidal MC and inveterate cratedigger Q-Tip, but its real hero is Phife Dawg, who has struggled with health issues and his former colleague’s public visibility since the group’s dissolution. Footage of their 2008 reunion plays like a marriage counseling session gone wrong, with slights real and perceived magnified out of proportion. The positivity of Tribe’s music is untouched, but it only exists on record.
The Future Those who balked at the faux-naïve tone of Miranda July’s Me and You and Everyone We Know probably won’t be swayed by her second film, but here it feels more like a device than a default. Despite the fact that it’s narrated by an injured cat, The Future tethers its twee to the framework of a young couple (July and Hamish Link later) facing their 30s and onward with a mixture of anxiety and dread. July’s attempts to choreograph a viral video provide desperate comic relief, and Linklater’s puppy-dog charm has just enough childish anger mixed in.
Page One: Inside the New York Times An unbridled valentine to the paper of record, Andrew Rossi’s documentary (re)makes a star of gravel-voiced media reporter David Carr, whose sharp tongue reduces many a glib web aggregator to shredded newsprint. Rossi bizarrely omits any mention of the paper’s attempt to master the web, focusing instead on old-school virtues and ginning up drama out of daily deadlines. The trouble is, while the movie makes an ironclad case for the value of print (whether or not it’s on paper), it offers no ideas for keeping it alive.
Terri The world hardly needs another high school misfit movie, but Azazel Jacobs’ Terri shows the others how it’s done. As an obese, maladjusted teen being raised by his off-kilter uncle (The Office’s Creed Bratton), Jacob Wysocki has real problems, not some screenwriter’s trumped-up idea of them, and John C. Reilly plays the part of a well-meaning but self-sabotaging principal to perfection. Terri is a major step toward the mainstream from Jacobs’ Momma’s Man, but luckily, it’s also a leap towards truth.
More at conanobriencantstop.com.
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Love Your Work* Mireille Enos as Sarah Linden on The Killing
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Mireille Enos as Detective Sarah Linden
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Not sure if the character starts—if the audience’s interest starts—with her eyes, or the pale cast of her face, or what. She seems expressionless at first. But only at first. That’s not it; it’s not a lack of expression. It’s the smallness of them, the way they creep out of the stillness of her affect. She has the cop’s curse, a curse that goes double for the murder police: She sees people at their lowest every day, be they murderer or victim’s family or ice-cold corpse. Detective Sarah Linden wears this curse in her eyes.
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Mireille Enos was raised in Houston, a Mormon who studied theater in high school, then at Brigham Young University. Not a lot of modern plays there, so she cut her teeth on Shakespeare, Chekhov, that sort of thing. Enos stuck mostly to theater, scoring a Tony nomination for Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? in 2005, but her IMDB page screams “itinerant bit player”: Sex in the City, CSI: Miami, Without a Trace. A lot of one-name parts: Karen. Fern. Dana. Yoga Instructor #1.
* 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, Love Your Work looks at the actors who rescued a project from failure or added that extra layer of awesomeness.
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Everyone has secrets on The Killing. Everyone is a suspect in his or her own life. Everyone is guilty, everyone is atoning. Everyone is very, very damp. Then came Big Love, wherein her (let’s not kid ourselves) somewhat Mormon-American looks came in mighty handy playing identical twins Kathy and Jodeen Marquart. At first, they look of a piece—two women completely within the domain of the compound. But Kathy revealed herself as a brilliant and tragic figure. Bold and caring and purely devoted to her moral code, Kathy married Henrickson and helped care for his increasingly insane wife. When she was kidnapped by Roman Grant, she was brave enough to attempt escape, only to be killed in a particularly cruel car accident. Jodeen was nearly destroyed by her sister’s death, only to start her own small acts of rebellion while married to the much older Frank.
photo by Chris Large/Courtesy of AMC
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We learn a little about Linden quickly: She jogs, she is ready to start a new life with a man who loves her and her son in Sonoma, CA, away from the (truly relentless) rain in Seattle. She looks far too used to the cold and damp. It has taken her a long time to trust even the idea of love, of a life with sun. We do not know why. Her face doesn’t let us know.
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Enos was jaw-droppingly good as the Maquart sisters, so good that those of us who had no idea who she was thought maybe the show simply found a Mormon gal who may have spent time in polygamist compounds. But no, it was all acting. Just take a look at the photos on her IMDB page: standard actress glamour shots.
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Some critics have complained about the lack of action on the show. I submit this is a misreading of how the show is paced, not a lack of action. (You want to see a lack of action on an AMC show? Check out the first and only season of Rubicon. Now that is poor pacing.) It’s vital to remember that show takes place over the course of 13 days. I suspect it will “read” as well or better than anything of its kind in DVD form.
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Then the information comes slower. Linden’s a good and dedicated officer, so dedicated that her boss makes her take One Last Case before she splits the force. She gets a new partner, a seeming jerkoff previously from undercover named Stephen Holder.
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It’s not a perfect show. There are plot holes (a dead kid’s Internet history is among the first things you check, not the last), there are plot holes that almost become character misfires ( just how out of Linden and her son Jack’s lives is her ex-husband?), there are plot twists that
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Detectives Stephen Holder (Joel Kinnaman) and Sarah Linden (Mireille Enos).
border on absurd (the email is coming from inside the house!). But it is worth watching for Enos.
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Linden holds much of her life close to the vest—too much, perhaps—and this is where Enos shines. In the first few episodes, she tries to keep her distance, tries to stay objective. She cannot. The scene in which Linden discovers “the Cage,” a basement room where it is strongly suggested teens party and girls are raped, is an exceptional bit of work. The camera holds on Enos, where she blends horror, fear and determination all at once. There is also resignation. She cannot leave this alone.
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It takes her forever to trust Holder, and who can blame her? He seems like a doofus, a mediocre cop and possibly corrupt. Then she sees him at a 12-step meeting. She’s followed him, convinced she will find sin. Instead, she sees his humility as he slowly redeems himself. Again, the camera knows how much it can trust Enos’ face. Her look of guilt and shame is complicated, almost panicked in its barely concealed self-loathing, and she does all of this while shot through a frosted glass window.
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a digression into Linden and Holder’s inner lives as they drive around Seattle looking for a missing child. We learn Linden was raised in foster care, a pure product of the child welfare system in Seattle, her closest friend is her social worker who lives on a boat. These revelations are as close as Linden comes to showing her cards, and Enos almost spits out the words to Holder (a character whose richness and humanity has grown by the episode). This, then, is what Linden has been hiding. Her distance is part professionalism and part defense mechanism, but it is also to protect the world from her: She has spent her life trying to control her rage, channeling it into work. When she starts to sob hysterically when she sees a dead body she thinks is the kid she’s looking for, the tears are as much anger and frustration as grief.
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It’s not a perfect show. Far from it. But Enos has delivered a fantastic character. This is not Jane Tennison from Prime Suspect. This is not Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks. This is something else. Bring on season two. The first season of The Killing just ended on AMC. Episodes are streaming for a limited time on amctv.com.
The revelations come quickly in “Missing,” the third-to-last episode. It’s a done-in-one,
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Burning Lawyerly Rubber Not that he cares about my opinion, but I’d argue that unlike those essay by Stan of many actors, no film has ever Michna suffered from the casting of Matthew McConaughey. Granted, not all them are exactly going to make you forget Citizen Kane-- come to think of it, no film has managed that-- but since his electrifying debut in Dazed and Confused, that sweet-as-molasses East Texas drawl and Paul Newman-ish good looks and charm have kept him as busy as anyone in the film industry. The Paul Newman allusion is deliberate. Like Newman, McConaughey is rarely, if ever, caught “acting” on screen. More to the point, his Mick Haller in director Brad Furman’s (via novelist Michael Connelly) Lincoln Lawyer might easily be the big city progeny of Newman’s charming, opportunistic, Grade-A heel in 1961’s Hud. appears Roulet may be guilty of not just Haller is a smooth-talking, corner-cut- this crime: he may also be a serial rapist/ ting, barely scrupulous defense attorney killer who committed a murder for which whose office is a chauffeured boat of a Linone of Haller’s clients is now serving a coln Continental. He acquires clients by life sentence. When Macy’s character is greasing the palms of various courthouse murdered, the wheels of Haller’s Lincoln, so to speak, begin to fall off. functionaries and extracting lavish fees from desperate clients. But instead of Moving faster than Connolly’s book, mounting vigorous defenses, Haller’s moLincoln Lawyer’s elliptical style works dus operandi is to cut quick and dirty plea as a movie because it acknowledges (and bargain deals that grant his clients reduced expects) the viewer’s attention as well as jail sentences-- but jail time nonetheless. intelligence. No boring expository talk, His worst nightmare, he notes at one point, no paint-by-numbers, plot-point walkis to take on an innocent client. through: Just pay attention and you’ll figHis nightmare seems about to become ure it out. In short, a refreshing exception reality when he accepts the case of a to most films today. wealthy real estate scion, Louis Roulet Joining Phillippe and Macy in solid sup(Ryan Phillippe) charged with port are John Leguizamo, Frances the brutal rape and beating of a Fisher and Marisa Tomei, none of prostitute. Insisting he’s innowhom is caught acting, either. But cent and the charges an elaboit’s McConaughey who carries the rate scheme to extract money film. Like his putative, fictional film from him in a subsequent civil daddy-- Paul Newman’s Hud--Mcsuit, Roulet demands a rigorConaughey’s Haller leaks enough ous defense and Haller, sniffcharm from his pores to keep Lining a big payday, complies. coln Lawyer afloat all by himself. The Lincoln Trouble is, the deeper Lawyer will Haller’s investigator (a nice Questions or comments? be released July 12 by Email stan@sunriserecords.com eccentric bit by William H. Entertainment Macy) probes, the more it One. 52
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Why It’s Neglected: Because it isn’t a Kurosawa samurai movie. The Theme: Based on Ed McBain’s novel King’s Ransom, High And Low is both police procedural and existential meditation on the stratification of economic and social inequality in capitalist Japan. (Except that Kurosawa is diametrically opposed to McBain’s fawning worship of the capitalist imperative.) For Kurosawa—a recurring theme in his films—the road Available July 26th to redemption and enlightenment is always paved with tragedy and misfortune. The Story: In a mansion atop a hill overlooking Yokohama’s teeming tenements, industrialist Gondo—a moody, restrained Toshiro Mifune in his second-to last film for Kurosawa—amid a vicious shareholder fight, receives a phone call saying his young son has been kidnapped, and the ransom, if met, certain to lead to utter and complete ruin. But the kidnapper has mistakenly taken the loyal chauffeur’s son instead. Yet the demand remains: pay or the boy dies. A pained, tormented Gondo pays, the boy is released, and a massive police dragnet eventually nets the kidnapper. But Gondo is ruined, losing house, furnishings and status, reduced to making shoes in a factory. The film concludes with Gondo visiting the kidnapper in prison, punctuated with a hair-raising Munchian scream. What You Get: A gem. Featuring : 1) A timeless—and timely—if troubling, theme. 2) Classic, wide-screen composition as meticulous as a Poussin painting, an art lost on most modern filmmakers. 3) A compelling story anchored by Mifune’s low-key performance. 4) A 2-disc Criterion package with a booklet, commentary, a wonderful making-of documentary, and an intriguing, delightful 1981 interview with Mifune, none of it having to do with Kurosawa.
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13 Assassins According to Jim: Season 4 Aida Alan Berliner Collection Alice in Wonderland/Thumbelina All That Jazz/Roxie Hart America: The Story of Us Vol. 4: Cities/Boom America: The Story of Us Vol. 5: Bust/WW2 America: The Story of Us Vol. 6: Superpower/Millennium America’s Godly Heritage American Flyer American Heritage Collection American History in Black & White Anniversary at Shallow Creek Bat Shit Crazy Ben Hur/The Story of Moses Bloodlust Zombies BMF: Street Certified Bond of Silence Boy Meets World: Season 6 Camaleones Cape: The Complete Series Carnival of Souls Carolina Cats 101 Commitments/The Full Monty Compassion in Emptiness Crazy Heart/Walk the Line Deadmau5: Live @ Earl’s Court Dogs 101 Drive in Horrorshow Dynasty: The Fifth Season E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial Elephant Dreams Empire of Assassins Eureka: Season 4.0 Eureka: Season One Eureka: Season Two Fall: Live at the Hacienda Ferocious Planet Fireman Sam: Brave New Rescues Flight Four Centuries of American Education Frankenstein Syndrome Frogs & Toads: Max’s Magical Journey Gentlemen Prefer Blondes/Moulin Rouge Gettysburg/Gods and Generals Girl Who Leapt Through Space Vol. 2 Hello, Dolly/Star Hit Favorites: Preschool Fun Hobo With a Shotgun Hustle Illegal Ingreedients James Bryan Film Festival James Stewart: Screen Legends Collection Jaws John Wayne Collectino Kid King Kong (2005) Kite Liberator K-On! Vol. 2 Land Girls: Series 2 Last Supper/The Miracle of Jesus Lies in Plain Sight Live to Forget Love Me Tender/Seven Year Itch Making of the President Mannix: Seasons 1-5 Mannix: The Fifth Season Marillion: Somewhere in London McMillan & Wife: Season Five McMillan & Wife: Season Four Memoirs of a Lady Ninja 2 Millennium Meltdown Miranda Mummy
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[REC] 2 Aerosmith: You Gotta Move Air War: Vietnam 1964-1972 Alice Alice in Chains: Music Bank – The Videos Allison & Lillia: Generation 2 America’s Test Kitchen: Season Eleven American Rebel Animal Atlas: Animal 1 2 3’s Animal Atlas: Animals ABC’s Apollo 13 Aretha Franklin: Live in Paris B.B. King: Live Barney: 1-2-3 Learn Battle Beyond the Stars Best of Caillou: Caillou Goes Back to School BFF Black, White and Blues Blood Shed Bloodrayne: The Third Reich Bob Dylan: The Other Side of the Mirror Bob Marley Vol. 30 Bourne Identity Bourne Supremacy Bourne Ultimatum Brainy Baby: Music Brainy Baby: Spanish Brother’s Justice Buju Banton & Sizzla: Living Legends – Live in Concert Buster Keaton: The Short Films Collection 1920-1923 Caminos Perdidos Card Subject to Change: Pro
JULY 12 Rage Against the Machine:
Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium Here’s a reissue of a 2003 DVD featuring Rage ATM’s final two shows in 2000. Time for these guys to shit or get off the nostalgia tour pot. Get Tom writing some riffs, Zack. The last thing we need is an Audioslave reunion. [Epic] Wrestling’s Underground Cat in the Hat Knows A Lot About That!: Wings and Things/Up and Away/Tales About Tails Classic Western Round-Up Vol. 1 Classic Western Round-Up Vol. 2 Clint Eastwood: Western Icon Collection Color Purple Courage Cult Classics Collection Curse of the Puppet Master Cypress Hill: Live Damages: The Complete Third Season Damnation Alley Daniel’s Lot David Bowie: The Road to the Railway Defcon 2010 Derek Trucks Band: Songlines Live Dinocroc vs. Supergator Doctor Who: The Awakening Doctor Who: The Gunfighters Dora the Explorer: Dora’s Big Party Pack Elvis Four Movie Collection Vol. 1 Entourage: The Complete Seventh Season ER: The Final Season – Season 16 Extreme Habitats Fabulous Betty White Collection Field Trips With Recess Monkey: Episodes 5-8 Figaro: Living in the Moment of a Character Foreigner: Live Frozen Kiss George Romero’s Deadtime Stories Vol. 1 Georgia’s Civil War Ghostbusters: So Much Fun It’s Spooky! God’s Bloody Acre/Tomcats Gong: French TV 1971-73 Gordon Glass Gordon the Garden Gnome Grandja De Los Zombies Groovie Goolies
Heartland: The Complete First Season Helicopter War: Vietnam 1964-1972 Hollies: The Lost Broadcasts Iced Earth: Festivals of the Wicked Incredible Hulk Insidious Inventing Cuisine: Nadia Santini James Brown: Live in America James Taylor: Live at the Beacon Theatre Jersey Shore: Seasons One and Two John Denver: The Wildlife Concert Journey: Live in Houston 1981 – Escape Tour Lady in Black: The Story of Darlington Raceway Last of the Summer Wine: Vintage 1990 Legacy Lincoln Lawyer Luther Vandross: Live at Wembley Mad, Mad, Mad Monster Maneater Men Who Collected Food Mi-5 Vol. 9 Midnight Horror Collection: Puppet Master Vol. 2 Minty: The Assassin Miral Mobile Suit Gundam 00: The Movie – A Wakening of Trailblazer Mrs. Brown My Dog Tulip Naruto: Shippuden Box Set 7 National Geographic Classics: Ocean Neil Diamond: Live at the Greek 1976 Nova: Power Surge Okefenokee Owned Pastor Jones Chronicles Perras Por Ellas: Perdi La Cabeza Puppet Master 4: The Demon Puppet Master 5: The Final Chapter Rage Against the Machine: Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium Rd Hot Chili Peppers: Higher Ground Rigoletto Robin Gibb: In Concert with Danish Choir Robin Hood Robot Chicken: Star Wars III Roni Ben-Hur: Chordability Sade: Live in Munich Scenic Scotland Secrets of the Dead: The World’s Biggest Bomb Seven Sins of Kieronymus Bosch Sgt. Frog: Season Three Part 1 Shanghai Red Skatopia Sociedad Mortal Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble: Live at Montreux 1982 & 1985 Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble: Live at the El Macambo 1983 Stevie Ray Vaughan: Live From Austin, Texas Stevie Ray Vaughan: Pride and Joy Strip-Tease Surviving the Cut Sweet Life Talking Hands TCM Greatest Classic Films Collection: Literary Romance TCM Greatest Classic Films Collection: Shakespeare TCM Greatest Classic Legends Collection: Burt Lancaster TCM Greatest Classic Legends Collection: Elizabeth Taylor TCM Greatest Classic Legends Collection: Lucille Ball Tech N9ne: Eurotech Tour Terranova Theatre of Tragedy: Last Curtain Call
JULY 26 Life During Wartime Todd Solondz’s avant sequel to the wonderfully disturbing Happiness (same effed-up characters, entirely different cast) was woefully underseen in theaters. Thank you, Criterion, for the deserving posthumous props. [Criterion]
Third Wave Thomas & Friends: Thomas in Charge Thundercats: Season 1 Part 1 Twisted Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives Unique Island Destinations Unique Travel Destinations Waking Madison War of the Roses: A Bloody Crown Western Collector’s Set Vol. 3 White Irish Drinkers Wisconsin Project X Women in Prison Triple Feature World War II Commando Collection WWE: Rey Mysterio – The Life of a Masked Man Yo Gabba Gabba: Party in a Box Zombie Driftwood JULY 19
2011 NBA Championship – Highlights Agatha Christie’s Poirot: The Movie Collection Set 6 American Indian Collection American Muscle Car: The Complete Series Arthur (2011) Beneath the Mississippi Best of Travel: South Africa Bill Moyers: God and Politics Brave New Voices 2010 Clifford the Big Red Dog: Dog Days of Summer Con Artist Cracks Dala: Girls From the North Country – Live in Concert Dark Days Desert Flower Dive! Doctor Who: Season Six, Part One Don “Donzilla” Tjernagel: Filthy Dragonball Z: Dragon Box Vol. 6 Duda Dumbstruck Durakovo: The Village of Fools Elephant DVD Epitafios Season 2 Ferry to Hong Kong Firepower: The Complete Series Frontline: Kill/Capture – Can the U.S.
Get Out of Afghanistan? Gaudi’s Barcelona Girls Next Door: Season 6 Go Diego Go! Fiercest Animal Rescues Gungrave: The Complete Series Hey Dude: Season 1 Hey, Boo: Harper Lee & To Kill a Mockingbird HIdamari Sketch x Hoshimittsu: Complete Collection House of the Rising Sun I Want to See Icarly: The I<3 Icarly Collection Jann Akkerman: Touch of Class Jesse James: Off Road Racing Around the World Just Us Justice League 3 Pack Fun Kids Grow Up Life and Work of Claude Chabrol Limitless Lou Lou Reed: Lollapalooza Live Man, Woman, Wild Mandrake: Season 1 Mayor Cupcake Melrose Place: Sixth Season Mighty Machines: Super Pack MLB: Reds Memories – The Greatest Moments in Cincinnati Reds History MLB: Yankee Stadium – Baseball’s Cathedral Monsterwolf Mountie NHL: Stanley Cup 2010-2011 Champions Nick of Time/What’s Eating Gilbert Grape Noir: The Complete Collection Pathe Pictorial: Britain in Colour in the 1930s Peep World Penny Princess Phil Ochs: There But for Fortune Phillies Memories: The Greatest Moments in Philadelphia Phillies History Pippi Longstocking: Pippi Goes to the Fair Poky Little Puppy & Friends Politics of Love Potiche Punky Brewster: Best of Season 2 Punky Brewster: Best of Season 3 Queen’s Blade 2: The Evil Eye – Series Part Two Rango Red Sox Memories: The Greatest Memories in Bosox History Reef Reggie Perrin: Set 1 Robbery Under Arms Rockpalast: Krautrock Legends Vol. 1 Royal Air Force in the 1960s: Definitive Short Film Sci-Fi Invasion SImba Simon & Simon: Best of Season 3 Skidoo Small Town Murder Songs Smurfs: A Magical Smurf Adventure Sniper: Unseen Warrior Sound of Insects: Record of a Mummy Spirit Bear: The Simon Jackson Story Stockard Channing Show Sweeney Todd/Sleepy Hollow Take Me Home Tonight Tekken There Were Nights Timeless Animated Tales TNA Wrestling: Immortal Forever? Toddler Favorites: The Movie Top Gear USA: The Complete First Season Torchwood: The Complete Original UK Series Ultraman: Series 1 V02
When Animals Strike Back Vol. 1 When Animals Strike Back Vol. 2 Wind Jammers Word: Volume 2 – Shows 5-7 Young Justice: Season One Vol. 1 Young Leaders Zonad JULY 26
African King of Comedy Michael Blackson: Surviving America – Season One Afro-Latino Music in Peru & Colombia: Sons of Benkos/Hands of God American Bully American Grindhouse American Grindhouse/Nightmares in Red, White & Blue American Metal: Classic Car Commercials Amours Imaginaires Angel Beats: Complete Collection Anger Another Take on Catherine Art of Piano: Great Pianists of the 20th Century Art of Singing: Golden Voices of the Century Best of Collection: Here’s Lucy Best of Collection: The Color Honeymooners Best of Collection: The Honeymooners Lost Episodes Big Box of Wood Bio-Dead Bodyguards and Assassins Born to Ride Breaking Point Bretts: The Complete Collection British Rail Journeys II: Weymouth to the Isle of Wight Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe Charlie Chaplin Vol. 1: Premium Collection Clone Returns Home Colditz Escape of the Birdmen Colosseum: The Complete Reunion Concert – Cologne 1994 Conan: The Adventurer: Season One Crack #11: Rap’s New Generation Cuba: Island of Music Dayereh Mina Dead and the Damned Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis: 19501955 Death Angel December: Vengeance Kill Death of Andy Kaufman Dennis the Menace: Season Two Do Dooni Chaar Dooley and Pals Show: Being Our Best Dooley and Pals Show: Brighter Days Dot… and More Stories for Young Artists Drumbassadors: One for the Money, But Two for the Show Dylan Dog: Dead of Night Elevator Empty Epitafios; Season 2 Extraordinary Minds: Jared Diamond Fast Zombies With Guns Fested: A Journey to Fest 7 Fish Child Fist of the North Star: The Series VOl. 3 Flesh Wounds Flying Deuces Forbidden Knowledge of the Lost Realms: Legacy of Conspiracy Frontline: WikiSecrets – Julian Assange, Bradley Manning and WikiLeaks Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Part 5 General
Glorious Battle: The Siege of Fort Erie Goblin Herculoids: The Complete Series High Times Presents: Nico Escondido’s Grow Like a Pro Hitler’s Twilight: The End of Nazi Germany How to Club Dance #1 Beginner Hype: 4th Anniversary Invasion of the Blood Farmers Iran Darroudi: The Painter of Ethereal Moments Ironclad Jackboots on Whitehall Jalsaghar Jascha Heifetz: God’s Fiddler Jersey Shore: Season Three Jetsons Meet the Flintstones John Holt and Freddie McGregor: Living Legends – Live in Concert Johnny Winter: Live at Rockpalast Just William Kanye West & Pharrel: Super Producers in Hip-Hop Kate Bush: A Life of Surprises Kinetik Festival Vol. 1: 2008 Edition King of Fighters Leon Morin, Priest Life During Wartime Live Like a Cop, Die Like a Man Louis Armstrong: Live in Australia Machete Maidens Unleashed Malevolent Creation: Death From Down Under Mandrake: Season 1 Mao’s Last Dancer Mark of Love Matrimony Michael Jackson: DVD Collector’s Box Middle Line Ambient Lazergraphics National Geographic: Civil Warriors Nephew Tommy: Just My Thoughts Nightmare Ombibus: American Profiles On the Buses: The Ultimate Collection Once Upon a Warrior One Piece: Collection 1 Orquesta De Guitarras De Barcelona: Concert al Palau Park Benches Party Day Phasma Ex Machina Pointer Sisters: Live in Montana 2004 Popovich Brothers of South Chicago Prayer to a Vengeful God Psychopaths: Sex With Hostages Puppet Monster Massacre Rio Eterno Riverdance: Live From Beijing Roaring 20’s: Mick Jagger’s Glory Years Rockpalast: Krautrock Legends Vol. 1 Rose Jang: Broadway Comes to Seoul Arts Center Royal Air Force in the 1960s: Definitive Short Film Scream of the Banshee Sentiment of the Flesh Sesame Street: Big Bird Wishes the Adults Were Kids Sesame Street: The Best Pet in the World Shake Shark Week: Relentless Fury Shaun the Sheep: Animal Antics Shinchan: Season 3 Part 1 Shrinking Violet… and More Stories for Young Performers Sites of the World’s Cultures: Athens – Mother of Western Civilization Snapped the Killer Collection: Complete Season 1 Snoop Dogg & Ice Cube: Gangsta Rap Icons Sodium Babies
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For the Damned, the Dumb & The Delirious Chllngr Haven TheDeer Tracks The Archer Trilogy Pt. 2 Draconian A Rose for the Apocalypse Gardens & Villa Gardens & Villa CJ Mackintosh Nervous House 20 Memory Tapes Player Piano Pipes You See, Pipes … Lost in the Pancakes Pop Evil War of Angels Pure X Pleasure Julia Stone The Memory Machine Stream of Passion Darker Days Big D … Kids Table
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13th Floor Elevators 2 Strong 94 East Art Abscons Jan Akkerman Dennis Alcapone Alkaline Trio Daevid Allen Amen Corner Amen Corner Amen Corner Anderson, Bruford, … The Animals The Animals The Animals Joan Baez Ginger Baker Marty Balin Baring Teeth Shirley Bassey Beatle Jam Stephane Belmondo Black Uhuru Graham Bond Org Ken Boothe The Breakers David Bromberg Del Bromham Dennis Brown Buzzcocks Jim Capaldi
Reverberation 2 Strong If You Feel Like Dancin’ Der Verborgene A Real Elegant Gypsy Wake Up Jam Damnesia Time of Your Life Bend Me Shape Me Hello Suzie High in the Sky Anderson, Bruford, Wakeman, Howe Almost Grown Night Time … Right Time Raw Animals Debut Album Plus Dust to Dust The Witcher Atrophy The Magic Is You/Thoughts of Love Live at BB King’s
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Dub Album One Night at Klooks Kleeks Ain’t That Lovin’ You The Breakers Use Me Devil’s Highway Africa What Do I Get (CD/DVD) Short Cut Draw Blood/ The Contender Kasey Chambers Little Bird Lou Christie I’m Gonna Make You Mine Jimmy Cliff Shout for Freedom Patsy Cline Across the Airwaves Bruce Cockburn Anything, Anytime, Anywhere Bruce Cockburn Breakfast in New Orleans Bruce Cockburn Life Short Call Bruce Cockburn Speechless Bruce Cockburn The Charity of Night Bruce Cockburn You Pay Your Money Bruce Cockburn You’ve Never Seen Everything Crack the Sky Live: Recher Theater Lavell Crawford Can a Brother Get Some Love? Creepersin/Diem… Triple Threat of Terror Rick Danko & Friends Iron Horse: North Hampton 1995 Rick Danko & R Manuel Uncle Willie’s 1989 Decapitated Carnival Is Forever Declaime Self Study Desmond Dekker Gimme Gimme Dillinger Some Like It Hot Dr Midnight & Mercy … I Declare: Treason Mickey Dolenz Plastic surgery Dr. John New Orleans Man
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Darker Days These guys aren’t American? You don’t say! Despite the unbelievably awful awesome moniker, the Dutch symphonic/prog/ goth crew continue to capably serve the interests of their symphonic/prog/goth audience. [Napalm] Bob Marley Bob Marley Bob Marley Bob Marley Bob Marley Bob Marley Bob Marley Mayan Brian McKnight Mechanical Poet Megadeth Meters Guy Mitchell Guy Mitchell Guy Mitchell Van Morrison Van Morrison Stuart Moxham Mr. Capone-E National Health Nectar Negura Bunget Rick Nelson Willie Nelson Neranature Neville Brothers Nice OFTB Buck Owens Augustus Pablo Paragons Carl Perkins Carl Perkins Carl Perkins Lee Perry Pharaoh Gene Pitney Planet 9 Poets Predator Billy Preston Billy Preston Billy Preston R.E.M. Radio Dead Ones Rapid Ric Red Krayola Rhapsody of Fire Tommy Roe Leon Rosselson Samael Sameti Santa Esmeralda Santa Esmeralda Santa Esmeralda Santana Santana
Natural Mystic Rainbow Country Small Axe Thank You Lord Touch Me Trench Town Rock Volume 1 Lion Quarterpast Just Me Woodland Prattlers Peace Sells… But Who’s Buying A Message From the Meters Music Music Music One by One Singing the Blues Here Comes Madame George Six Winter Mornings Tears of a Soldier Dreams Wide Retrospektive 1969-1980 Poarta De Dinc Garden Party Face of a Fighter Foresting Wounds Hook, Line and Sinker Hang On to a Dream Damn Near Dead Before You Go/No One But You Message Music: Digital Productions 1986-1994 Island in the Sun Blue Suede Shoes Caldonia Matchbox Enter the Dragon Ten Years A Street Called Hope Planet 9 Baby Don’t You Do It Born in Blood Drown in My Own Tears Slippin’ & Slidin’ Soul Meeting Life’s Rich Pageant (Deluxe) AAA Whut It Dew (The Album) Hurricane Fighter From Chaos to Eternity Jam Up Jelly Tight World Turned Upside Down Lux Mundi Hungry for Love Gloria Hasta Luego Querida Te Quiero Acapulco Sunrise Jingo
Attack Attack! july 19
Attack Attack! Westerville, Ohio’s demigods of crabcore (there’s a Welsh band of the same name that has to be hating life for the last three years) returns with more reheated deathcore breakdowns and unfortunate skinny jeans. [Rise] Latin Tropical Kairos Independence Ska Can You Hear Me Kingdom Days in an Evil Age Sly & Robbie African Culture Small Faces Here Come the Small Faces Snowball Cold Heat Snowball Follow the White Light Soft Machine Shooting at the Moon Soil Throttle Junkies Sol Invictus The Cruelest Month Sons and Daughters Mirror Mirror SSS Problems to the Answer Amy Stroup The Other Side of Love Sessions Suicide Silence The Black Crown Swck Unicorn Chasers T’Pau Sex Talk Tesla Twister Wires George Thorogood … 2120 South Michigan Avenue Toots & The Maytals Pressure Drop: The Golden Tracks Trachtenburg Family … Lost and Found Travelers Journey Into the Sun Within Elan Trotman Love and Sax Tommy Tutone A Long Time Ago Ultravox New Frontier V8 Wankers Iron Crossroads Townes Van Zandt Buckskin Stallion Blues Townes Van Zandt Live in Texas Townes Van Zandt Poncho and Lefty Various Artists Best of Brit Blues Volume 1 Various Artists Best of Brit Blues Volume 2 Various Artists Best of Sun Records Vol. 2 Various Artists Best of Sun Records Volume 1 Various Artists British Blues Breakers Various Artists Champion Records Various Artists Classic Memories Vol 1 Various Artists Classic Memories Vol 2 Various Artists Do You Remember Various Artists Hip-Hop, Freestyle & R&B Platinum Classics Various Artists Holy Hip-Hop Vol. 11 Various Artists London Social Degree Various Artists Paul McCartney’s Jukebox Various Artists Psychedelic Chemistry Volume 1 Various Artists Psychedelic Chemistry Volume 2 Various Artists Reference Sound Edition: Voice Various Artists Reggae Fever Various Artists Roots of Trash & Garage Various Artists Sounds of ‘60s Various Artists Sun Records Collection Various Artists This Is London Various Artists Ultra Weekend 7 Santana Sepulture Skatalites Skyscreamers Sleeping Giant
Various Artists Virgin Steele Wages of Fear Washed Out John Wetton William E Whitmore Robin & L Williams Wishbone Ash Bobby Womack Yardbirds Yes Zombie John Zorn
White Boy Blues Noble Savage Wages of Fear Within and Without Raised in Captivity Field Songs Stonewall Country Blosn Preacher Stroll on With the Yardbirds Fly From Here Dedication Enigmata
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Antony & Johnsons Attack Attack Big Talk Chus & Ceballos Crystal Antlers Dangerous Summer Delusions EDM Fall on Your Sword Giacomo Gates Ben Leinbach Milk Maid Pictureplane Rev Peyton’s Big … David Rotheray Spiro That’s Outrageous Cedar Walton
Swanlights EP Attack Attack! Big Talk Back on Tracks Vol. 2 Two-Way Mirror War Paint The Language Barrier Night People Another Earth The Revolution Will Be Jazz Ben Leinbach Pres. Sangha Yucca Thee Physical Peyton on Patton The Life of Birds Lightbox Teenage Scream The Bouncer
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All Shall Perish Allure America Jon Anderson Ani Lo. Projekt A Hadzichristos Armored Saint As Hell Retreats Black Rob Will Blunderfield Bodeans Borgore Boss Hogg outlawz Boys No Good Brainticket Broadway Cast Brothers of Brazil Mark Burchfield E Burdon & Animals
Joss Stone july 26
This Is Where It Ends Kiss From the Past Back Pages Survival and Other Stories Miracle Rembetika 6- Selected Recordings March of the Saint Volition Game Tested, Street Approved Hallelujah Indigo Dreams Delicious Serve & Collect 3 Never Felt Better The Vintage Anthology 1971-1980 Million Dollar Quartet Brothers of Brazil Country Piano Memories Athens Traffic Live (CD+DVD)
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Normally we wouldn’t give Joss much ink in these parts, but for god’s sake, two dudes were arrested in June who were planning to rob and murder her. For real. Hope this album’s a nice, successful distraction for her. [Stone’d Records / Surfdog]
The Burritos Sound as Ever Cadence Rhetoric Cerebral Ballzy Cerebral Ballzy Eric Church Chief Cipher Elemental Forces City of Prague Philh… The Music of James Horner Cumberland river The Life We Live Darkthrone Goatlord Reverend Gary Davis Ragtime Guitar/Children of Zion Dead Letter Circus This Is the Waqrning Falling in Reverse The Drug in Me Is You Dominick Farinacci Dawn of Goodbye Fever Tree Live Flux of Pink Indians Not So Brave Fullforce One Dobie Gray Drift Away/Loving Arms/ Hey Dixie Jack Harrison The Enchanted Island Heartsounds Drifter Hipower Ent. Pres. Hoodtimes Music Homo-Futura Der Neue Mensch The Horrors Skying Hrizg Inferno Iwrestledabearonce Ruining It for Everybody F James & Mary-Ann … We Belong Together Jasta Jasta Karmakanic In a Perfect World Karthago Live at the Roxy Karthago Rock ‘n’ Roll Testament Kindred … Family Soul Love Has No Recession Carole King Pearls: The Songs of Goffin and King Greg Lake Greg Lake Greg Lake Manoeuvres Little Dragon Ritual Union Mariza Fado Tradicional Mark Masri Intimo: Love Songs of Italy Neighb’rhood Childr’n Neighb’rhood Childr’n Ni Hao Marvelous Nitzinger Kiss of the Mudman Nosound The Northern Religion of Things Alex O’Rion The Bigger Room Oscar & Majestics No Chance Baby Pantommind Shade of Fate/Lunasense The Pineapple Thief 10 Stories Down Poco Head Over Heels/Rose of Cimarron Popul Vuh Revisited, Remixed 1970-99 The Quill Full Circle Buddy Rich Different Drummer/Stick It Craig Richards Pres. Fabric 58 Rival Sons Pressure and Time Dex Romweber Duo Is That You in the Blue? Roxette Greatest Hits Klaus Schulze La Vie Electronique Vol. 10 Severe Torture Feasting on Blood Severe Torture Misanthropic Carnage Soundtrack Being Human Soundtrack Werewolves on Wheels Terry Stamp Bootlace Johnny and the Ninety Nines Joss Stone LP1 Survivor Caught in the Game Survivor Premonition Survivor Survivor Survivor Vital Signs Survivor When Seconds Count Unholy Rapture Jai Uttal Queen of Hearts G Vannelli & Metrop… North Sea Jazz Fest 2002 Various Artists Kirtan Nation Various Artists Om Yoga Vol. 1: Modern Music for Vinyasa Various Artists Rough Guide to Sufi Music Various Artists Rough Guide to World Lullabies Various Artists The Spar Records Story Victory Don’t Talk Science T-Bone Walker The Essential T-Bone Walker Collection WASP Inside the Electric Circus WASP The Headless Children Muddy Waters Muddy, Brass … Blues Mitch Winehouse Rush of Love World Under Blood Tactical Wu-Tang Legendary Weapons Zounds The Redemption of Zounds NEEDLE
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NOW MAGAZINE, EYE WEEKLY, TOTAL FILM, TIME OUT LONDON & NY, THE LONDON TIMES, THE DAILY TELEGRAPH, THE INDEPENDENT, THE LONDON SUN, LONDON METRO, LITTLE WHITE LIES
“BLACKLY COMIC” NY MAGAZINE
“CAUSTICALLY FUNNY” NY MAGAZINE
“DARK AND HILARIOUS” ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY
“IMAGINE MIKE LEIGH DIRECTING THE SOPRANOS” NOW MAGAZINE
“VIOLENT AS THE COENS, AS VERITÉ AS LOACH”
THE GLOBE AND MAIL, THE TORONTO STAR, THE NY POST
“EVOKES THE WORK OF LEIGH, TARANTINO AND MONTY PYTHON” LA TIMES
“STUNNING. A GEM.” TIME OUT NY
“AN UNDERDOG TRIUMPH.” GREENCINE DAILY
“A GANGSTER FILM LIKE NO OTHER.” TOTAL FILM
NY MAGAZINE
EXTRA FEATURES: Audio Commentary with Ben Wheatley and Robin Hill | Acting & Camera Tests | Extended Scene | Deleted Scene | Special Effects Featurette | Short Film | Festival Trailer. 100% recycled cardboard & plastic packaging
Ben Wheatley (KILL LIST, Ideal, The Wrong Door, Modern Toss) Starring Robin & Robert Hill, Julia Deakin (HOT FUZZ, SHAUN OF THE DEAD, Spaced) Father and son Bill and Karl, patriarchs of a small crime family, have just been released from jail. Their business is plagued betrayal, murder and a spot of redecorating are quick to follow. DOWN TERRACE breathes new life into the gangster genre by mixing up family drama in the style of Mike Leigh, The Sopranos’ gangster reality, the Coen Brothers’ sense
NOW AVAILABLE ON DVD! © 2011 Evokative Films. All rights reserved. Distributed in Canada exclusively by Evokative Films via Distribution Select.
THE KILLER | CRYING FIST | HANSEL & GRETEL HAZARD | ADRIFT IN TOKYO | DAYTIME DRINKING BLACK | PARKING | THE MISFORTUNATES
REDLIGHT KING Something For The Pain
Includes the debut single “Old Man” – the single everyone’s buzzing about. Available Now
Original Limp Bizkit line-up brings you their first album in 10 years. Gold Cobra includes the single “Shotgun.” Available Now
MEGADETH’S VITAL ‘PEACE SELLS… BUT WHO’S BUYING?’ ALBUM REMASTERED AND EXPANDED FOR 25TH ANNIVERSARY 2xCD AND DELUXE 5xDISC+3LP BOX SET
Both the 2CD lift-top box, and deluxe 5Disc+3LP box set, include a previously unreleased 1987 concert from the band’s first world tour and new liner notes written by Megadeth’s Dave Mustaine and Metallica’s Lars Ulrich. The deluxe box set also includes previously unreleased and rare mixes of the album’s tracks and hi res audio for the remastered album and concert, as well as an expanded 20-page book, plus 8”x10” photos and reproductions of vintage Megadeth memorabilia. The cover of the box uses a new, unique process of lenticular 3D which reinterprets the original cover, creating the illusion of Megadeth’s Vic Rattlehead character jumping out of the art.
www.megadeth.com