Monday, December 31, 2007

Spotlight On: Phoenix


Last post of the year (at least from me; I know not what end-of-the-year hijinx RJR has planned), so this one counts. I would have written this sooner had I known that so few people had heard of this band. Phoenix have been around for a long time, though in various different instantiations. Hailing from Paris (yes, they are French despite the absence of an impenetrable accent), they have been around for nearly two decades. Guitarist Laurent Brancowitz has roots in the rock band Darlin', whose other members have since risen to international acclaim - Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo (that's right, of Daft Punk fame). Phoenix has cranked out consistently stellar albums, including their most recent in 2006, the positively awesome "It's Never Been Like That". 2004's "Alphabetical" was a hip-hop infused indie rock album that didn't get the acclaim it deserved, and "It's Never Been Like That" showed the usually meticulously prepared outfit throwing their caution to the wind and writing and arranging every song in the studio, giving everything a sparse, improvisatory quality unlike anything they'd ever done.

Basically, I could go on for a while about this band, but I'll spare you. Let me just say this. Make it a point to discover this band in 2008 - I'd say they're about due for a new album this year, and by all indications, it will be something special.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Record Review: MGMT - "Oracular Spectacular"

Rating: 7.2 / 10.0

When I listen to a lot of the records that people tell me I “ought to” listen to, I can’t help feeling like I’m a kid who was forced to go to church: requisitely respectful, half-listening, but not really hearing anything of import. MGMT has made the sermon a little more palatable. Unlike their tourmates Of Montreal, they aren’t just goofy for the sake of being goofy. Rather, the execution of their songs is a vehicle for the delivery of the whole point of their record.

The first time I listened to this record, I tried to make up my mind that I didn’t like it, that I couldn’t like it. It had all the trappings of a record that I wouldn’t enjoy: reverb-soaked synthesizers and vocals, lots of falsetto, etc. The marks of a group that had listened to way too much Of Montreal and then hit the basement and started recording. But I kept listening. And the more I listened, the more I realised that I really did enjoy “Oracular Spectacular”. The reason being that MGMT are not singing to Hissing Fauna, or about Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies. They are singing about something far more real. These are songs about growing up, or trying to. They are songs about clinging to youth while being forced to assimilate into cosmopolitan, post-collegiate adulthood (the song titles themselves give that away: “Time to Pretend”, “The Youth”, “Kids”, “4th Dimensional Transition”, “Pieces of What”, “Future Reflections”). In that regard, the sound of the album is vitally necessary. It is infused with the bouncy effervescence of youth. Juxtaposed with the lyrics, each song becomes a potent expression of a conflict that exists in all of us at some time or another, the need to grow up pulling in one direction, the desire to stay young pulling in the other. Behind the soaring, screaming synths, crunchy bass, funky beats, and disco guitar, deep in the mix, VanWyngarden is singing about something really complex. This is a tough contrast to achieve. But ironically, the tracks that fall the flattest are the most mellow on the record (most prominently the Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band reject 4th Dimenisional Transition).

Poignancy aside, “Oracular Spectacular” is a damn fun record to listen to. Consult the list of my favourite tracks from this year, you will find “Electric Feel”, which boasts the best chorus I’ve heard in a long while, on it. MGMT have released a record full of songs as danceable as anything James Murphy has done. The synthesizers sweep shamelessly, while drum beats pound suggestively. Crunchy bass and sizzling electric guitars muscle into the mix, and the result is an album that’s got its feet on the ground and its head in the clouds. Fitting.

Sure, these guys toured with Of Montreal, but they seem less influenced by Kevin Barnes et. al. and more so by the likes of Thomas Bangalter and Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo. To be sure, this record is nothing new, it is nothing original, but it is fun to listen to, and it’s got a message most of us can relate to. It is proof that you don’t necessarily need to be innovative to be successful: skill and sincerity will do.


-PTC

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Further Coachella rumours

As the new year approaches, rumblings about Radiohead and My Bloody Valentine playing at Coachella seem to have subsided. No major counter-rumours have surfaced concerning Portishead and The Breeders appear to still be official, and several more groups have popped up, with varying levels of veracity:

-Cold War Kids
-VHS or Beta
-Turbonegro
-Death Cab for Cutie
-Heidi Vogel (w/ Cinematic Orchestra)
-Dwight Yoakam

With the exception of Dwight Yoakam, who is also likely to play the following weekend's Stagecoach festival, these seem to just be bill-fillers/also-rans/whichever hyphenated denigration you prefer. But "confirmed" bands demand a premium in these slow news weeks.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Continued Year-End Coverage

As promised, Never Learned to Swim is keeping an eye on the blogosphere to keep you updated on the flurry of year end criticism. Pitchfork has released its gargantuan staff list of the top fifty albums of the year. Here are their top ten:

1. Panda Bear - Person Pitch
2. LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver
3. M.I.A. - Kala
4. Radiohead - In Rainbows
5. Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?
6. Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam
7. Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
8. Battles - Mirrored
9. The Field - From Here We Go Sublime
10. Burial - Untrue

As compared to ours here at Never Learned to Swim:

1. Radiohead - In Rainbows
2. The National - Boxer
2. Okkervil River - The Stage Names
4. Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala
5. Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
6. Sea Wolf - Leaves in the River
7. Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
8. Bloc Party - A Weekend in the City
9. The White Stripes - Icky Thump
10. Arcade Fire - Neon Bible

A list of the individual Pitchfork staff members' top albums can be found here:
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/47484-staff-list-2007-individual-albums-lists

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Pra's Top Tracks of 2007

To compliment Ryan’s formidable list of tracks, here are what I, his humble co-blogger, thought were the best tracks this year had to offer:

1. “Slow Show” by The National
2. “Reckoner” by Radiohead
3. “John Allyn Smith Sails” by Okkervil River
4. “The Temptation of Adam” by Josh Ritter
5. “The Underdog” by Spoon
6. “1234” by Feist
7. “You Don’t Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You’re Told)” by The White Stripes
8. “Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car” by Iron and Wine
9. “Start a War” by The National
10. “How Am I Not Myself?” by Shocking Pinks
11. “Missed the Boat” by Modest Mouse
12. “Black Like Me” by Spoon
13. “The Plot” by White Rabbits
14. “Angel in the Snow” by Elliott Smith
15. “Electric Feel” by MGMT
16. “Stereo (Mono Mono)” by The Brunettes
17. “A Postcard to Nina” by Jens Lekman
18. “Our Life Is Not A Movie Or Maybe” by Okkervil River
19. “Fiery Crash” by Andrew Bird
20. “Libraries” by Seabear
21. “Faust Arp” by Radiohead
22. “Is There A Ghost” by Band of Horses
23. “Middle Distance Runner” by Sea Wolf
24. “Sinister In A State of Hope” by Loney, Dear
25. “Song For Clay (Disappear Here)” by Bloc Party

Honourable Mention
“Firecracker” by Voxtrot
“All My Friends” by LCD Soundsystem
“Intervention” by Arcade Fire
“Plus Ones” by Okkervil River
“Ada” by The National
“15 Step” by Radiohead
“Down in the Valley” by The Broken West
“Falling Slowly” by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova


-PTC

Monday, December 17, 2007

Ryan Jay's top tracks of 2007

In response to Pitchfork's list of the year's top tracks and from the deep reaches of my holiday-addled brain, here are my favourite tracks from this year:

1. “Missed the Boat” by Modest Mouse
2. "A Postcard to Nina" by Jens Lekman
3. "House of Cards" by Radiohead
4. "Atlas" by Battles
5. “And I Remember Every Kiss” by Jens Lekman
6. "I'm Not Going to Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You" by Black Kids
7. "Slow Show" by The National
8. "Mistaken for Strangers" by The National
9. "15 Step" by Radiohead
10. "Your English Is Good" by Tokyo Police Club
11. “Dashboard” by Modest Mouse
12. "Plaster Casts of Everything" by Liars
13. "Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe" by Okkervil River
14. "You Got Yr Cherry Bomb" by Spoon
15. "All My Friends" by LCD Soundsystem
16. "Around the World/Harder Better Faster Stronger" by Daft Punk
17. "No Cars Go" by Arcade Fire
18. "I Tell a Story About a Birth Control and Deal With A Retarded Heckler" by Patton Oswalt
19. "North American Scum" by LCD Soundsystem
20. "Hunting for Witches" by Bloc Party
21. "To Fix the Gash In Your Head" by A Place to Bury Strangers
22. "Brother In Conflict" by Voxtrot
23. "Stronger" by Kanye West
24. "A Hand to Take Hold of the Scene" by Okkervil River
25. "Rockers to Swallow" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Honourable Mentions:
"Gravity's Rainbow" by Klaxons
"1234" by Feist
"Keep the Car Running" by Arcade Fire
"Wham City" by Dan Deacon
"Middle Distance Runner" by Sea Wolf
"Tiger Trap" by Beat Happening
"Scythian Empire" by Andrew Bird
"(Even If You Die On The) Ocean" by Saturday Looks Good to Me

-RJR

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Spotlight On: The Brunettes

Jonathan Bree's and Heather Mansfield's latest work, "Structure & Cosmetics", is one of the most shamefully unheralded twee gems of the past couple of years. For those who enjoy twee in the tradition of I'm From Barcelona or Belle and Sebastian - with perhaps a little more sass, a little more class, and a little less of the grating cutesy-gimmicky-typically-twee aspect to their sound - The Brunettes are sure to please. With "Structure & Cosmetics", they seem to finally have realised the potential of twee as a respectable, sophisticated subgenre rather than a musical playground.


-PTC

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

OR covers record - free!



Head to okkervilriver.com to download an album of covers recorded by the band during their current tour, with cuts penned by Randy Newman, Joni Mitchell, and John Cale. It's even got album art! Most of the internet seems to be trying to download it right this minute, so you may have quite a wait time.

Record Review: Shocking Pinks - "Shocking Pinks"

Rating: 9.0 / 10.0

The question I could not escape while listening to Shocking Pinks' self-titled effort was "Why, God?" Why, God, had nobody thought to write these songs before? Why, God, is every song on this record not wildly popular? Why, God, am I asking silly rhetorical questions instead of listening to this fantastic record?

Strictly speaking, Shocking Pinks have not broken any new ground. Rather, they have just offered a new take on convention. They blend genres liberally (drawing chiefly from electronic-dance, pop, and shoegaze) and deftly. Their arrangements are clean as a whistle, and their lyrics - while not particularly sophisticated - are razor sharp, like on the phenomenal "How Am I Not Myself?": "I love you when you're happy / I love you when you're sad / I'd rather be your retard, babe / than be your motherfucking dad."

Probably the best thing about this record though, when all is said and done, is the restraint. The songs are never longer than they need to be; most clock in at or under three minutes. While these songs may at first seem like little more than aphorisms, flashes, hints at ideas, they always focused and clear, and they are never cumbersome. Moreover, every song is infectious, wildly listenable, and brimming with charm and wit. "Victims" is another standout that exemplifies how Harte et. al. have total command over their songcraft. The song has a beautiful arc to it - acoustic breakdown and all - despite being less than two and a half minutes long.

Nick Harte and Shocking Pinks have delivered 17 tracks of pure, simple, fun, concise, blink-and-you'll-miss-it dance-infused dream pop bliss on this record. You'd be extremely wise to pick it up and listen to it as soon as possible.


-PTC

Monday, December 10, 2007

Record Review: The Thrills - "Teenager"

Rating: 7.7 / 10.0

Anyone who has listened to The Thrills knows that they can be depended upon to keep The Byrds and The Beach Boys' memories alive and more or less well. Their first album, "So Much For The City", was the quintessential summer record - chock full of catchy, put-the-top-down tunes, with Conor Deasy delivering the infectious melodies in his soothing, airy half-whisper. Say what you will about it, it was enough to get them noticed, and to earn them a nomination for the Mercury Prize.

They followed that album with "Let's Bottle Bohemia", a record that was indescribably forgettable, and infinitely worse than their first. I think the reason that album aggravated me so much was that it employed the same formula as "SMftC", just not as well (with the notable exception of the excellent "Not For All the Love in the World"). Their inane eulogy to the career of Corey Haim had a twinge of (unintended) irony: I (pop culture Nostradamus that I am) said that if they put out another record like "Let's Bottle Bohemia", they could look forward to the same obscurity as Mr. Haim.

That brings us to "Teenager", their third album. Coming off a sophomore slump of epic proportions, the Dubliners were faced with that immortal, critical choice: tread familiar ground and risk committing all the same sins as before, or take a dramatic step forward into uncharted ground and risk falling flat? On "Teenager", they opt for the former, and the result is an attempt to refine and sophisticate the sound that had so much potential on "So Much", which they pretty royally botched on "Let's Bottle Bohemia". Efforts like this are tricky. Old habits are hard to eradicate; bands generally have a tough time not making all the same mistakes all over again. But The Thrills have shown an impressive ability to put themselves under the microscope. "Teenager" is, in every way, far more sophisticated and far more consistent than either of its predecessors.

Lyrically, the band is writing less for a teenage audience, and more about a teenage audience. The songs capture all the insecurity, misplaced swagger, rebelliousness, and (again) insecurity of teenage years. I won't ask how these twentysomethings have nailed it so well, but they have. It's a retrospective that is refreshingly genuine and striking for its simplicity. The characters inspire sympathy; they appeal to that part of us that regrets how we spent our teenage years, that little nagging piece of us that simultaneously wishes we could go back but rejoices that we're past the hellish hormonal minefield that was our teenage years.

Musically, it's still The Thrills: harmonies plucked straight from the Beach Boys, enough "doo doo doo"s and "la la la"s to make Burt Bachrach proud. But the whole affair is more tightly wound, more controlled than "So Much for the City". Piano and guitar constitute the melodic foundation of "Teenager", with a healthy dose of banjo and strings (like on "Should've Known Better"), and it seems The Thrills have finally got a grip on how to make those two instruments interact well. Unlike on prior efforts, the piano and guitar stay out of each other's way. Other than that, the accents are more tasteful, the harmonies brighten the mix instead of thickening it, and the rhythm section is about as good as it's ever been.

I never thought I'd say so, but I think "Teenager" is The Thrills' best effort yet - tighter, more meaningful, and deeper, but still approachable and catchy. So go ahead: put the top down, get on the nearest beachside highway, and turn up the volume.


-PTC

Album of the year rumblings



From outside the secure gates of Never Learned to Swim, other publications are readying their year-end coverage. Pitchfork launched full force with features with the year's great photos:
(http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/47277-staff-list-the-year-in-photos)
as well as beginning a news round-up today:
(http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/47433-the-year-in-news-part-1)

Album and song lists should pop up on said site within a few short days. One imagines that the classically Radiohead-fawning guys and gals over there will pick In Rainbows, but they seem to have a penchant for picking relative long shots for AOTY (The Knife - Silent Shout and The Rapture - Echoes in years previous).

Metacritic should begin their round-up of critics' lists for album of the year, as well as running their own aggregate stats, currently running:
1. Burial - Untrue
2. The Field - From Here We Go Sublime
3. Radiohead - In Rainbows
4. Stars of the Lid - And Their Refinement of the Decline
5. LCD Soundsystem - 45:33
6. Robert Plant and Alison Krause - Raising Sand
7. Les Savy Fav - Let's Stay Friends
8. The Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
9. Patty Griffin - Children Running Through
10. MIA - Kala

(http://www.metacritic.com/music/bests/2007.shtml)

PASTE are claiming that Boxer is the best album this year, without qualification. In fact, they've ranked In Rainbows a good measure farther down.

1. The National - Boxer
2. Arcade Fire - Neon Bible
3. Bruce Springsteen - Magic
4. White Stripes - Icky Thump
5. Feist - The Reminder
6. MIA - Kala
7. Wilco - Sky Blue Sky
8. Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
9. Band of Horses - Cease to Begin
10. Iron & Wine - The Shepherd's Dog

Here's their complete list, courtesy of Stereogum:
(http://www.stereogum.com/archives/paste-picks-boxer-as-years-1.html)
One wonders what kind of crack they're smoking to have put Ryan Adams, Amy Winehouse, and Wilco in the top 25.

Now-defunct Stylus offered the first list this year already (thanks, Stereogum):
(http://www.stereogum.com/archives/stylus-says-goodbye-but-not-before-giving-us-the-f.html)

1. LCD Soundsystem - Sound of Silver
2. Miranda Lambert - Crazy Ex Girlfriend
3. Panda Bear - Person Pitch
4. Lil Wayne - Da Drought 3
5. The National - Boxer
6. Kanye West - Graduation
7. Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
8. MIA - Kala
9. The Field - From Here We Go to Sublime
10. Radiohead - In Rainbows

We're big fans of Weezy F here at NLtS, kudos to Stylus for an imaginative list. And you already know our thoughts on this year's releases:

1. Radiohead - In Rainbows
2. Okkervil River - The Stage Names
2. The National - Boxer
4. Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala
5. Spoon - Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga
6. Sea Wolf - Leaves in the River
7. Modest Mouse - We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank
8. Bloc Party - A Weekend in the City
9. White Stripes - Icky Thump
10. Arcade Fire - Neon Bible

(http://neverlearned.blogspot.com/2007/11/top-albums-of-2007-5-1.html)

We'll let the reader decide. As they say, the truth will out. Stay tuned for our continuing coverage at year's end along with our standard content.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Albert Hammond, Jr. announces new album


Maybe you were waiting for it, and maybe you weren't. Either way, Albert Hammond, Jr., who brought you "Yours To Keep", is done recording his new album. It's not been titled yet, but recording is done, and mixing and mastering is underway, which will be finished, according to the man himself, by January 8th. The album is slated for a release early in Spring of 2008. Of course, we'll keep you posted.

Record Review: Fink - "Distance and Time"

Rating: 6.0 / 10.0

"Hey There Delilah" has made me immediately suspicious of anyone who picks up an acoustic guitar and purports to wear his heart on his sleeve. I don't know why that particular song did it, but there it is. It's just that whenever I listen to that song, I feel like I know why it was written, and it sure as hell wasn't as a heartsick apostrophe to Delilah to try and somehow relate what she does to him. It was a trap, it was the ballad on the record that would make every girl who listened to it weak in the knees. It was Tom Higgenson's play at sex appeal. I don't hate it just because it worked so well (I'm probably a little jealous despite the fact that "Hey There Delilah" is a turd of a song, but there's no hate), I hate it because whenever I hear that damned song, I feel like that bastard Higgenson pulled a fast one. Now I can't fault him for having written a hit, genuine or not. But I can be bitter about the attitude he's spawned in me - the inherent and immediate mistrust of anyone in the business of writing slow, heartfelt, acoustic numbers. And I am. Very bitter.

So I cringed at the prospect of listening to Fink's (aka Fin Greenall) latest record. But any fears I had of disingenuousness were quickly dispelled. It's an very honest record, honest and uncreative. Of course, uncreative is not entirely a bad thing, there is a definite formula here from which Greenall does not deviate...ever. As a result, the record as a whole is quite a drag. The individual songs are nice enough, but the whole record does not amount to much more than background music. There is not enough nuance or subtlety in Greenall's music for the songs to sustain themselves, they are begging to be fleshed out by clever arrangements. So I suppose this record's honesty and commitment to truth is its tragic flaw. This record would have benefitted from another run through the production mill.

That said, there are no tracks that standout as bad, or even substantially weaker than the rest. It's a consistently good album. Just good - never more, never less. That is something of an achievement in itself. Greenall is a competent songwriter, not a great one. He needs to turn his eye to arrangement and production, expand his ear a little bit, and he might be able to do something very special.


-PTC

Friday, December 7, 2007

Noise Pop details emerge



As a follow-up to the previous report on Noise Pop:
http://neverlearned.blogspot.com/2007/11/items-of-day.html

Dates for The Mountain Goats, Magnetic Fields, and Gutter Twins have been firmed up. Darnielle et al will be at Bimbo's, The Independent, and Bottom of the Hill on February 29th, March 1st and 2nd, respectively. This, of course, straddles Ryan's birthday (3/1) quite nicely. The Gutter Twins also have a performance at Bimbo's confirmed. The Magnetic Fields will play two nights at the Herbst Theatre. Look for continuing Noise Pop 2008 coverage.

Second Opinion: Holler, Wild Rose! - Our Little Hymnal

Subtitle: Pretension in all the right places



Have we forgotten about folk? Two years ago, the clear choice for album of the year was "Illinois". There were standouts (in some case classics) from My Morning Jacket, Okkervil River, Andrew Bird, and Bright Eyes. Since then, the tide seems to have favoured pop and dance. Even Will Sheff and Sam Beam have turned to injecting rock and pop into their releases this year. The exuberance of 2005 has faded. The music community (the NME excepted, per usual) has stopped making up genres: what happened to "Baroque folk", "freak folk", and "psych folk"?

Holler, Wild Rose!, a group with far too much punctuation in their name for comfort, seem to have the answer. You want folk? They're give you folk, goddamnit. By the truckload. By the effing truckload. 12 tracks, 1.1 hours of it. When iTunes measures album length in hours, not minutes, I get worried. This is an album that calls for an intermission (I recommend lifting the needle during a slow moment in Godspeed!-length "Poor In Spirit"). I suppose this was planned for with the three "Selahs", but I'm a sucker for ambient Sigur Ros tracks.

After toying with Godspeed and Sigur Ros references, I really ought to consummate this genre pronouncement. Holler, Wild Rose! have more or less created "post-folk" and in every possible sense. This is the music Sufjan would make 50 years from now. The closest parallel for this album I can find is "The Rescue" by Explosions in the Sky. Witness the chiming electric guitars, colossal drums, glorious backing vocals, and occasional glockenspiel. This is very much the album Explosions should have done this year.

H,WR! put their own stamp on post-rock with John Moloskie's bluesy lead vocals a la Broken Social Scene or Cold War Kids, banjo, Wurly, and pedal steel guitar. Each song starts from an acoustic or banjo folk/blues base and, usually propelled by Ryan Smyth's drumming, builds into a layered guitar progsplosion. The most complex arrangement that they manage to pull off successfully is "Captive Train", which recalls a live version of an obscure Led Zeppelin song. Longer and more complex songs, with more than one dramatic peak, tend to strain the ear. The album also ends fairly weakly, with the third slow instrumental track drifting into the anemic "Promise Braid". Even the longer and wispier songs don't really reduce the album's cohesion, though. Our Little Hymnal should tide you over until Explosions in the Sky grow up or Sufjan releases California-The Golden State Rocks sometime this millenium.

8.1/10.0

-RJR

Record Review: Holler, Wild Rose! - "Our Little Hymnal"

Record Review: Holler, Wild Rose! - “Our Little Hymnal”

Rating: 8.7 / 10.0

When I tore open the envelope containing “Our Little Hymnal” by New Jersey six piece Holler, Wild Rose!, I literally had no idea what to expect. There was nothing besides the CD in that envelope that arrived in my mailbox - no photograph, no press kit, nothing. At first, this struck me as strange, slightly mysterious, and - if I let my cynical side get the best of me - a little sketchy. But then, while flipping through the CD booklet as I spun the record for the first time, I noticed something that made everything crystal clear. One sentence, written on the inside cover: “Our little hymnal is yours.”

That is probably a better summary of what this record stands for than anything I could come up with. It is not an album to be simply listened to (or even, I suppose, critiqued), but experienced. Every time I listened to this album, it sounded like the band had just discovered something magnificent, and was eager to share it, but still careful not to put too much of themselves in it that they distorted it or made it in any way impure. These meandering, vast works of shoegazing indie folk are not “theirs”, they are “ours” - they speak to us all, for us all.

The arrangements are sparse, strange, wonderful, expansive, with vocal melodies that soar, backing vocals and harmonies that infuse the dark atmosphere of this record with a gospel soul. Rather than write “slow songs”, “fast songs”, “soft songs” or “loud songs”, they write pieces of music that all have their own arc; the songs all evolve and change, amorphous and alive. Holler, Wild Rose! shirk common conventions of structure and let the music guide their songwriting rather than the other way around. And they are up to the challenge; they navigate their songs with supreme confidence and aplomb. The record wins no points for brevity, clocking in at just under 70 minutes. But I don’t think you’ll mind; I certainly didn’t.

“Our Little Hymnal” strives for the cohesion of Brian Wilson’s masterpiece “SMiLE”, painting with a sonic palette not unlike that of My Bloody Valentine with a dash of “Black Sheep Boy” era Okkervil River. The band grants their listener no breaks, which makes this record at times a tiring one to listen to. One can’t help but wish there were more bright spots to be enjoyed (like the standout track “Sun Vines”).

If anything, HWR! could stand to learn the value of brevity and structural simplicity - there is great value to be found in the juxtaposition of tight structural frameworks with liquid, formless streams of consciousness. But as it stands, this record is an achievement, and certainly worth a few listens.


-PTC

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Record Review: Matt Pond PA - "Last Light"


Rating: 1.4 / 10.0

It kills me to write this. I honestly liked 2005's "Several Arrows Later". Sure, it was nothing groundbreaking, but I don't think enough people appreciated Pond's ability to craft a solid rock song. That record had some really great tunes on it. It's a record that I enjoy no matter what mood I'm in. It's a flexible listen, as many straight-ahead, dad-rock indie albums are. I never understood why Matt Pond got so much grief, especially when Wilco's boring-as-hell "Sky Blue Sky" got generally pretty solid reviews.

So okay; this review was supposed to be my polemic against the hypocrisy of critics, my scathing indictment of everyone who lets the fact that they loved "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" read genius into "Sky Blue Sky", of all those people who let their opinion of "Turn On the Bright Lights" colour their opinion of "Our Love To Admire". That's what this was supposed to be. But in order for it to be that, "Last Light" would have to be as good - or as unoffensive - as all of Matt Pond's other stuff. But looks like old Matt wanted to make my life a little more difficult.

The opening and title track was really good - exceptional even (enough to keep this record's score above 1). It got my hopes up. It sounded like Matt Pond had got a little grittier, a little less content with being the old vanilla milkshake of indie rock. But this song proves to be prophetic: "In the end, there will be only endlessness." A neat summary of what comes after this promising opener - a record that never seems to end (and never seems to get better either). Yes, from that first track, it is downhill. Pond throws in shiny production, guest appearances, and his characteristically distinctive-for-the-sake-of-being-distinctive-not-because-it-helps-the-songs arrangements, but at the end of the day, none of that stuff can save the songs from falling flat. Here, the simple, cloying quality of Pond's previous work is absent, and all we have is a shade under an hour's worth of evidence that he's run out of ideas. "Wild Girl", "Honestly", and "Foreign Bedrooms" are all especially low low points on a record that has no shortage of them.

To his credit, you can hardly blame him for having runneth dry his creating well. Since 2000, he's put out more albums and EPs than most bands put out in a career, and he's done it basically alone. He is Benjamin Gibbard without Chris Walla - a unidimensional songwriter who does not have the skilled producer behind him who makes it sound like he's growing.

There's not much I can say about "Last Light". I'm hugely disappointed by this record, and that's made worse by the fact that I know I shouldn't be. It was wrong to expect as much as I did from this record, and I - and sadly, Matt - am paying the price for it here. For now, I'll just put my headphones in, turn on "Emblems", return to days when Matt Pond had potential, and try and forget about this album.


-PTC

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Record Review: Rogue Wave - "Asleep At Heaven's Gate"


Rating: 5.9 / 10.0

I was alarmed when I heard that Rogue Wave had signed to Brushfire Records. I didn’t like the idea of these modern lo-fi sophisticates being pre-packaged and made ready for the Jack Johnson-loving masses. It’s not that I mind Jack Johnson’s sound, but the link between it and that of these bay area indie mainstays seemed to me tenuous at best. Needless to say, I was pretty concerned when I first spun this record. I naively expected this record to sound like Jack Johnson: in my nightmares, Zach Rogue tried to huskily whisper four notes over five chords (a formula which I think only Jack Johnson can even approach pulling off). There would be no more reverb-soaked electric guitars, only beachy, O.C.-ready acoustic numbers. Such thoughts haunted me. I hated what I thought was coming.

Imagine my shock, then, when I pressed play and heard the exalted, furious pound of the remarkable “Harmonium”, much less the album that followed. This record is certainly not one for a beach trip. Quite the opposite, it is Rogue Wave’s darkest, most complex effort to date. At their best, the songs are heavy with struggle, weighted down by a troubled history, but trying desperately to stay positive, to see a light at the end of the tunnel. As the record progresses, however, Rogue Wave sounds more tired than tortured, resulting in a sloppy, lazy, unsatisfying last third capped off by the atrocious closer, “Cheaper Than Therapy”, with all the kitsch and cuteness of Regina Spektor’s most saccharine work. God save us.

In the end, I don’t think Rogue Wave was ready for a release like this. It is not evidence that they are incapable of producing a record with this kind of meaning. I think there is evidence that they might very well be just that. But what this album does prove is that they are far from their musical maturity. There are flashes of brilliance here (see “Harmonium”, “Lake Michigan”, and “Christians In Black”), a brilliance that their previous two records did not even hint at. But this is a patchy, inconsistent effort that would have benefitted from a few songs being relegated to the cutting room floor.


-PTC

2008 Coachella Preprepreview

A number of aspects of the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival make it particularly interesting to follow. First off, its location. It's in the most populated state in the third most populated country in the world. It's a few hours from two massive cities and only a bit more from Northern California. Second, its eclecticism. It has among the most diverse lineups in festivaldom, with enough hip hop and electronic artists to spend the entire weekend there without seeing a guitar on stage. Finally, Coachella is a place for reunions. Pixies, Daft Punk, and Jesus & Mary Chain (to name but a few) have all reunited for performances at Coachella. With these in mind and the appearance of a Radiohead-esque cryptic "Coachella 2008 April 25-27 info coming" message on the official site, speculation mounts.

The big story thus far is My Bloody Valentine. The shoegazers have planned dates in Europe and have sketched out details of a new album. Rumours of talks with Coachella organisers surfaced and counter-rumours suggesting talks fell through followed shortly. I imagine that they will be there, fully reformed and mixing classics with new material. The show should be stellar.

Radiohead have laid out a few tour dates for next year in Europe as well in support of In Rainbows and one imagines that they will be at Coachella as well.

A while back, this poster showed up on the Coachella forums in various guises:


The feeling that MBV and Radiohead are to headline seems to have set in. In reality, very little of substance has been confirmed. The Breeders (http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/news/47454-the-breeders-return-with-imountain-battlesi) have listed a performance. Theories get sketchier from there. The poster above, into which someone poured a great deal of effort, is rooted somewhat in reality. Most of the artists on there should have a record to support from this year (The National) or early next year (The Postal Service) and didn't appear last year. Girl Talk is an exception, but he seems to be developing as an annual performer. Portishead have been confirmed to some degree. Again, anything is speculation until info shows up on the official site.
-RJR

Sunday, December 2, 2007

On the Mars Volta

Last night, I engaged my roommate in a spirited debate about the merits of The Mars Volta. It was in this argument that I managed to properly articulate my feelings on them for the first time. I thought that I would articulate them here. I have listened to the Mars Volta. I listened to "De-Loused in the Comatorium" and "Frances the Mute", frantically in search of the innovative genius that I heard so many sources rave about.

I didn't hear genius. I heard a band that was terrified by the fact that they had nothing to say. A band that tried to mask its lack of a lyrical message in an impenetrable fog of PSAT words clumsily cobbled together in hopes that listeners will infer meaning and message from it. Don't believe me? I offer this selection from "Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of)" as evidence.

"Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison / this is the haunt of roulette dares / ruse of metacarpi / caveat emptor...to all that enter here / open wrists talk back again / in the wounded of its skin / they'll pinprick the witness / in ritual contrition / the AM trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed / in the rattles of... / made its way through the tracks / of a snail slouching whisper / a half mass commute through umbilical blisters."

I don't think there's any need to go further. These lyrics are positively nonsensical; they bear no meaning whatsoever, neither at face value, nor after an English-Major style dissection. They are the work of a band that has nothing to say, but wants to maintain the appearance of profundity. This is far removed from the heartbreaking poignance of Jeff Tweedy's drug-addled chronicle of his search for stability as heard on "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot". On that album, the lyrics were as confused as Tweedy, and because he could not find meaning in the conventional, he groped desperately for a means of expression that would capture his struggle - and it was moving. Moreover, he had a body of work before YHF that proved that he could write straightforward pop lyrics (see "Being There"...both discs), for which YHF's lyrical complexity is all the more moving.

Well, plenty of bands write bad lyrics. Why indict the Mars Volta? I indict them because they take precisely the same approach to their music as to their lyrics. They have no substantive musical ideas, so they soak their songs in reverb, put disgusting effects on (the laughably untalented) Omar Rodriguez-Lopez's guitars, and willfully disorient their listeners in a maelstrom of hemiola and syncopation that lacks any musical direction or sense of purpose. I credit their very gifted rhythm section, but this is only two members of a now eight-piece outfit. Far from redemptive.

The Mars Volta seem to believe that making their music exhausting and difficult to listen to confers meaning upon it. The are cursed; they are (wrongly) assured of their genius, but also frightened by their own incapability to express it, so they revert to making their music so pointlessly complex that they can brand those who criticise them as philistines. My response to that strategy is this: self-conscious inaccessibility is really than self-indulgent garbage, and the deadly combination of their misguided arrogance, their incompetence as songwriters, along with the fact that they speak without having anything to say, has come through on their every release.


-PTC

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Great EPs of 2007

As part of our continuing year-end coverage, we're going to feature some of the great shorter releases this year that were categorically excluded from our top 25.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Is Is
Karen, Brian, and Nick have really perfected their formula. The two sides of the YYYs coin are the frenetic stomper and icy ballad, best exemplified by "Rockers to Swallow" and "Down Boy". The three seem to pull together as a unit more tightly than on Show Your Bones, regaining more of the garage rock aesthetic from Fever to Tell.

Black Kids - Wizard of Ahhhs
The other important self-release this year after In Rainbows. If Tokyo Police Club (and Voxtrot and Arctic Monkeys before them) hadn't done the "darling of the blogger based on less than 20 minutes of recorded material" thing last year, I'd say Black Kids were doing something extraordinary. Still, the catchiest four songs of the year. Seriously.

Grizzly Bear - Friend
The brooding melancholy of 2006's Yellow House returns here but with more verve, more urgency, and energy than that still excellent LP delivered. The psych-folk virtuosi still speak softly, but carry a slightly bigger stick this time around. Their cover of The Crystals' "He Hit Me" is a standout. The covers by CSS, Band of Horses, and Atlas Sound are nothing to write home about, but they don't detract substantially from the quality of the EP as a whole.

Tokyo Police Club - Smith
A super short set from an already short-winded band, Smith showcases the slower, less overdriven side of TPC, even more so than side 2 of A Lesson in Crime.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Murmurings of a New MBV Record...

Though this story has been heavily reported on Pitchfork, we would be remiss if we failed to make some mention of it here. There have been rumours of a new album from shoegaze masters My Bloody Valentine. Such rumblings are substantiated by the band having scheduled several dates for the summer of 2008 (which sold out quicker than you can type "My Bloody Valentine"). A disappointing but unsurprising corollary to the scheduling of these dates came when the band all but silenced speculation that they would be appearing at 2008's Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival. The follow up to the groundbreaking "Loveless" is as of yet untitled, but still promises to be among the highlights of next year. The stage is set.


-PTC

Genealogy!: The Velvet Underground

In our newest regular feature, I'll explore an artist or otherwise important institution that has contributed to the development of independent music as we know it. In this post, I investigate The Velvet Underground.

The two most instructive terms I've come across in describing The Velvet Underground are "avant-garde" and "proto-punk". The two mesh nicely. Any group presaging a musical development on the magnitude of the emergence of punk by more than a decade must have certainly been cutting edge. Until The New York Dolls and The Sex Pistols, it is doubtful that any group produced music so completely askew from established norms as to truly warrant being called avant-garde. VU were doing more than throwing genres, influences and studio gimmicks together. They forged an altogether new kind of music.

Hazy and dark, VU and contributor Nico probably went unmatched in innovation until two gents named Lee and Thurston started playing with screwdrivers. The Sonic Youth comparison is especially apt given the heavy presence of female tenors Nico and Kim Gordon in both groups, chiming guitars, and obtuse tunings. It's surprising how few music writers bring up these parallels.

Often lumped unfairly in with the 60s psychedelic movement, VU had artistic drive that the meandering Grateful Dead or Jefferson Airplane could not match. Though considered the fathers of punk, they shunned much of that genre's testosterone. If Thurston Moore and J Mascis are the fathers of indie rock, then the still relevant Lou Reed (see our The Killers - Sawdust review) must be some kind of great-grandfather.

Spotlight On: White Rabbits

Tokyo Police Club meets Voxtrot (listen to opening track "Kid On My Shoulders" and tell me that's wrong).

Maybe you have not heard "Fort Nightly" by White Rabbits. It's an exceptional record released just around the same time as (and admittedly, in the shadow of) The National's masterwork "Boxer". As such, it was overlooked by many within the indie community (this blogger included). But now that the smoke has cleared from such landmark releases as "Boxer", "The Stage Names", and of course, the monumental "In Rainbows", it seems fitting to take a look back and appreciate this charming album by an unheralded but quite talented group of musicians. This record brims with verve and guts from the very beginning, and unapologetically rocks and rolls for a captivating 41 minutes. Sure, there are albums that you should listen to before this one, but you really ought to listen to this one.


-PTC

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Record Review: Broken Social Scene Presents Kevin Drew - "Spirit If..."


Rating: 5.6 / 10.0

This record is the first in a series of solo albums (the “Broken Social Scene Presents…” series; how apt) from the legendary Canadian indie-rock super group. Anyone who has listened to Broken Social Scene would rightly expect a thing or two from it, then. Kevin Drew is a critical member of the band, and in the end, that proves to be both the best and the worst thing about this record. He fails to meaningfully deviate from the sound of his main project, but lacks the support of its other, vital members. As such, this record, while a showcase of Drew’s exemplary songcraft, is somewhat thin, and sounds like a band trying to ape Broken Social Scene rather than the work of the brains behind that magnificent machine.

What should a Broken Social Scene side project sound like, then? Well, I can’t rightly answer that question. But I can tell you what it certainly should not sound like, and that is Broken Social Scene. What is remarkable about the band is the diversity of influences that come together to make the whole: whether it is the crafty, shimmering indie-pop Feist presented on “The Reminder,” or the Latin-infused groove of lead guitarist Andrew Whiteman’s exceptional “National Anthem of Nowhere,” released under the moniker Apostle of Hustle. Those side projects made me appreciate Broken Social Scene more, because they made me hear different aspects of the music, different facets of the sound. Drew’s record does no such thing. I hear Broken Social Scene minus Feist, Whiteman, Canning, et. al., which pales in comparison to the complete group’s work. The ambition is here, but the skill and diversity of ability to pull it off is absent, which proves to be this album’s tragic flaw (ALL of the drums sound like 7/4 Shoreline. Every damn track, I kid you not). The high points of the album are the places where Drew embraces the “solo” aspect of this project: “Broke Me Up” is a lovely, introspective tune that is clearly the work of a man who sounds glad to be working alone.

All in all, there are no really bad songs on this album. There are even quite a few good ones. It just fails to satisfy. Here’s the biggest problem with the record: after spinning it, I felt like I needed to go listen to Broken Social Scene so that I could hear “Spirit If…” sound the way it should. So I listened to “You Forgot It In People,” and found myself saying, “Oh, that’s what he was trying to do. I get it.” That compulsion did not come to me after listening to “The Reminder” and it certainly did not come after I listened to “National Anthem of Nowhere”. Those albums were real side projects - solo work that had a purpose. “Spirit If…” is the work of one member trying to recreate the sound of his band. When you’re a member of a group like Broken Social Scene, such efforts never really have much of a prayer of being successful.


-PTC

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Follow-up to that Blender post from a while ago

First and foremost, on behalf of both of us here at Never Leared to Swim - Happy Thanksgiving.

A while back, I posted a link to Blender's list of the top 100 indie rock albums of all time. I think enough time has elapsed now that I can offer my two cents on that article. Let me offer the following caveat to dedicated Blender readers: don't read this post; it'll rub you the wrong way. Moreover, it's possible that this post is an exercise in music snobbery. Maybe it is. Indulge me.

So, I wasn't aware that a magazine that has allowed the Black Eyed Peas to grace its cover was in any way fit to arbitrate quality in indie rock. I think Blender is just about as qualified as my mother to make a list like this. And it shows. This list conflates the terms "unheard-of" and "indie", probably intentionally so as to mask the fact that they really don't know what the hell they're talking about. I looked at that list, where the safe, predictable picks (Pavement at #1?? SHOCKING.) were tastefully nestled between bands who nobody ever cared about and who ultimately contributed nothing to indie music. Just because a band sounds like they were ahead of their time certainly doesn't mean they were, and the writers at Blender should know that.

Sad thing is, Blender's got a good thing going. They probably fooled the hell out of their readership, to whom names like Animal Collective and Wolf Parade are vaguely familiar at best. They pulled a fast one. But I want anyone on the Blender staff who ever reads this to know that we here at Never Learned to Swim were not fooled. Not one bit. For shame, Blender Magazine; for shame. We're on to you.


-PTC

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Top albums of 2007: 5-1

The top five albums of the year. Without further ado:


5. Spoon – “Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga”
7/10 on Merge
Metacritic: 84
Q: 80
Pitchfork: 85
Britt Daniel and Jim Eno have come miles from "The Way We Get By" in only two albums. From lo-fi GBV-like material, the songwriting/production duo have grown into studio geniuses pumping out pop gems approaching the order of 21st century Brian Wilsons. Finally working with a full compliment of bells and whistles, Spoon shine like never before. It is hard to find a weak moment and finding strong ones is only a drop of the needle away. Opener "Don't Make Me a Target" and closer "Black Like Me" are especially fine. Provided you're the kind of listener that tires of endless hooks and Daniel's sometimes sluggish vocals, the 56 minute record drags on a bit. An optimist might see "Five Gas" as "more to love". Certainly, one of the year's best. The mind reels at the thought of their upcoming European tour with Explosions in the Sky.
-RJR


4. Jens Lekman – “Night Falls Over Kortedala”
10/9 on Secretly Canadian
Metacritic: 80
Q: 40
Pitchfork: 90
Have you heard? Phil Spector and Brian Wilson had a lovechild. They named it Jens. And now it writes music. Really fantastic music. Many people were rightly put off by Lekman’s previous record, “Oh, You’re So Silent, Jens”. It was just so...barren. On “Night Falls”, Lekman has made up for this shortcoming with interest. Lekman paints with broad sonic strokes as far as instrumentation is concerned, employing brass and strings to do the bulk of the labour. Lekman pulls liberally from a wide variety of genres, and this is where many lesser artists would falter. But his experience from “Oh, You’re So Silent” serves him well in this respect; Lekman refuses to be overwhelmed and proportions his various influences masterfully. He deftly, effortlessly adds dashes of doo-wop, jazz, and classical to his mixture. But the critical aspect of this record, ultimately, is Lekman’s command of melody. Into the panoramic arrangements Lekman weaves intricate melodies with pinpoint precision, aware of every note and every lyric. This is not to say that the melodies are overly complex, just that every note has a purpose (or at least sounds like it does, and that’s hard to fake). Despite all this (or maybe owing to it), “Night Falls” is not for everyone. The Phil Spector schtick is laid on a bit thick at times, and while some (this contributor among them) find that endearing, others might find it trite or contrived. But as a straight ahead piece of music, like it or not, “Night Falls Over Kortelada” commands our attention and respect.
-PTC


2. Okkervil River – “The Stage Names”
8/7 on Jagjaguwar
Metacritic: 82
Q: 80
Pitchfork: 87
The surprise success of this year. Releases from Spoon, Modest Mouse, The White Stripes were bound to be winners, but Will Sheff's self-professed "mid-level band" have stumbled between mediocrity and genius for a couple of albums now. "Black Sheep Boy" had moments of greatness, but rambled too much. "The Stage Names" is the epitome of consistency, never getting sloppy or bloated. Okkervil River are playing as a tight-knit group and for the first time not just keeping time for the vocals. And Sheff cements himself as a great modern pop lyricist in the vein of Colin Meloy, John Darnielle, and Jeff Mangum. His characters are complex and witty, if a little road-weary. "Plus Ones" and "John Allyn Smith Sails" are the year's great inside jokes. Jim Eno's hand in production is evident enough, but OR carry more gravitas and are a little less eager to please than Eno's full-time band.
-RJR


2. The National – “Boxer”
5/22 on Beggars Banquet
Metacritic: 86
NME: 70
Pitchfork: 86
Very few people knew who these Brooklyn-via-Cincinnati rockers were before this year. “Alligator” was hailed by critics as a grower and in some cases even a masterpiece, but many listeners were unconvinced of this band’s merit (though this blogger was not among them). “Boxer” has all but completely silenced the skeptics. Lush instrumentation (anchored by Bryan Devendorf’s stellar drumming) coupled with Matt Berninger’s smoky, quietly tortured vocals weaves bleak, heart-breakingly beautiful tales of urban-corporate malaise. The National have returned to their (slightly) more expanded instrumental palette: this album features more acoustic guitar than “Alligator” did (a reversion to their earlier work), along with brass and strings (the latter arranged by Padma Newsome). Whether you’re talking about the insistent pound and grind of “Mistaken for Strangers,” the achingly beautiful “Slow Show” - a song which boasts the best coda of the century - or the droning melancholy of “Ada,” this album is a wondrous achievement from a band that has only begun to discover itself. Berninger’s lyrics shine as some of the best penned this year (with the exception of the embarrassing “Racing Like A Pro”). This is a complex, untraditional, thematically sprawling concept album: Berninger’s concerns are not of a sinister government or an oil war (though those things may concern him, I don’t know), but of something far more significant: a populace crippled by apathy, by a total lack of agency or ambition: “we’ll stay inside ‘til somebody finds us / do whatever the TV tells us.” These fears prove far more moving than the run of the mill anti-war, “Fuck the Republicans and fuck this war” rant, it forces us to look at something we don’t look at often enough: ourselves.
-PTC


1. Radiohead – “In Rainbows”
self-released on 10/10
Metacritic: 89
BBC: 90
Pitchfork: 93
There is little more to be said about "In Rainbows" from a critical point of view. I am so taken with its charms that rather than review it, I'd rather use my time to hasten its canonisation. Not since I began to think about music in a substantive way has an album come out this excellent. It's almost certainly the best album since the release of Radiohead's own "OK Computer". It made every other album this year look like child's play. The year's only other musical, nay, cultural event of similar magnitude was the Daft Punk world tour, tickets for which climbed into the hundreds of dollars. "In Rainbows" could be yours for free. Or $80. Or $15. Turning on critics complaining that the songs were just recycled "OK Computer"-era demos and questioning their relevance, Radiohead set the bar impossibly high for every other artist and listener. Let's hope they spill the beans on World Tour 2008.
-RJR

I’ll spare you the prologue (it would be lengthy, believe me). The latest release from the most influential and important band of our generation leaves next to nothing to be desired. This record is quite simply stunning from beginning to end. From the 5/4 stomp of “15 Step” to the final piano chords of the stunning closing track “Videotape,” this exceptional record grabs the listener and holds on with a vice-like grip. Radiohead has given us the gift of the most cohesive, uniformly spectacular album we’ve seen all year. This album shows a return to basics, but it is a move motivated by artistic vision, not necessity. The exceptional “Faust Arp” is a quick acoustic number that would have made The Beatles weak in the knees. “Reckoner” supports a relatively simplistic musical motif, weaving a gossamer guitar line between stark piano. Indeed, this standout track exemplifies the sort of maturity that Radiohead have arrived at: they are sophisticated as always, but on “In Rainbows,” they leave the listener to discover the nuances him or herself, which makes for a far more satisfying listening experience. Radiohead has learned the value of economy on this album. It is a far more frugal effort than any of their other albums. The band feels no need to overtly reinforce the profundity of the meaning this album bears. On “OK Computer” and “Kid A,” Radiohead showed signs of a certain breed of insecurity: their music was meaningful because it was difficult to access, but there was a lot behind it once you finally managed to sort it out. On “In Rainbows,” the music is meaningful because Radiohead knows it is. It is the sort of record that only the greatest band in the world can release. Simply put, “In Rainbows” is the closest thing this year - and maybe this century - to flawless.
-PTC

Items of the day



1. You really must get your hands on Alive 2007, Daft Punk's live album recorded on their recent world tour. It's a great keepsake for anyone that got to experience the tour and a vague indication of the sheer ecstasy that is live Daft Punk for those that missed out.

2. The 16th edition of San Francisco's Noise Pop festival is due at the end of February and first days of March next year (right around your contributor's birthday!) with Mountain Goats and Magnetic Fields announced so far as participants. Artists appear around the city at different venues for several days. The lineup last year was unspeakably good. Updates to come.

3. Before heading to the UK for All Tomorrow's Parties, Explosions in the Sky will do a series of shows, including two nights in SF on March 21 and 22.

-RJR

Monday, November 19, 2007

Top albums of 2007: 10-6

We've cracked the top ten! The real gems start here, with a classic or two thrown in. We'll continue our format of (more or less) alternating reviews from our contributors until we get to our record of the year, which one of us couldn't possibly sum up by his lonesome.


10. Arcade Fire – “Neon Bible”
3/6 on Merge
Metacritic: 87
Q: 100
Pitchfork: 84
Along with LCD Soundsystem, this was the year's big, hype-filled record. It was the album that was supposed to destroy the music business and rebuild it their own Canadian image. While it didn't quite do that, "Neon Bible" managed to avoid being a victim of the success of "Funeral". It is just as exuberant as the first record (witness "Keep the Car Running", especially live), though it replaces tenderness with paranoia. Fear ultimately drags "Neon Bible" down. A vague, apocalyptic fear of George Bush pervades nearly every song, but never really coalesces into a political statement of any eloquence. The lyrics play on hippie standards like poverty, globalisation, and war, but without humanising them at all or really making a point. Arcade Fire seem terrified of their critics as well. Win Butler and crew pile on track after track of hi-fi organ, strings, and vocals soaked in unparalleled amounts of reverb, but to what end? To hide a lack of melody? The depth of creative malaise here is obvious when the album's best song is a rehashing of early EP track "No Cars Go". Somewhere in the recording of "Neon Bible", Arcade Fire ran out of ideas entirely and it shows. But they still are Arcade Fire, and their fudgeings are passable and their original ideas are rapturous.
-RJR


9. The White Stripes – “Icky Thump”
6/19 on Warner Bros
Metacritic: 80
NME: 90
Pitchfork: 80
“Icky Thump” is the product of three weeks in the studio (a relative lifetime for the Stripes), and it may well be the best White Stripes album to date. It is certainly the record that best weds (or proves, depending upon your perspective on his previous releases) Jack White’s songwriting - not to mention instrumental - talent with lush instrumentation (Wurlitzer? Brass?! Acoustic guitar?!? Bagpipes?!?!?), singable melodies (who knew?), and slick production, all the while maintaining the improvisatory caprice of their earlier records. Jack White’s voice has never sounded so good, his guitar playing is incomparable as per usual, but most importantly, he has learned the value of restraint - as “300 MPH Torrential Outpour Blues” will show. No one should be heard to say the White Stripes are losing steam. Quite the opposite, they seem here to be on top of their game. “Get Behind Me Satan” found the Stripes throwing in the kitchen sink and leaving out the electric guitar to avoid being pigeonholed as a band centred around and dependent upon Jack White’s guitar talent. But that’s precisely what they are. And that’s not a bad thing. “Icky Thump” shows that Jack and Meg have realised that as well. And not a moment too soon.
-PTC


8. Bloc Party – “A Weekend in the City”
2/6 on Vice
Metacritic: 65
Q: 60
Pitchfork: 75
It is a scary commentary on the pressures and mixed incentives of the music industry that, with only their second album, Bloc Party have met a crossroads. They are an art rock band at heart. But with their audience turning more and more bro-like and their songs appearing in sports games and Guitar Hero, they risk being Muse-d, hijacked by masculinity. At a show last year, frontman Kele Okereke stopped a song to quell some moshers, reminding them "people are here to listen to music". This year, at a smaller venue, he made no such effort. AWitC is a fittingly mixed album. The songs range from the "Silent Alarm" style "Song for Clay" and "Hunting for Witches" to drum machine-fuelled "The Prayer" to the ballads fleshing out the last few tracks. The lyrical content is conflicted as well, with Okereke questioning his nationality ("Where Is Home"), charm ("The Prayer"), and sexuality ("I Still Remember"). The fault lines running through the band thematically and stylistically make AWitC one of the most honest releases of the year. Fabulous production and an excellent vocal performance from Okereke complimenting the already excellent guitar work and rhythm section carried over from "Silent Alarm" help as well.
-RJR


7. Modest Mouse – “We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank”
3/20 on Sony
Metacritic: 77
Q: 80
Pitchfork: 78
I have not been moved - really moved - by a Modest Mouse record since the breathtaking “The Moon and Antartica”. They got lazy, they fell into a routine (a deadly trap for a songwriter to whom creativity means more than selling records), and their records were single-driven - “we’ll all float on all right” - and uninspired. “Good News for People Who Love Bad News” petered out quickly after an excellent first three songs, From “Bury Me With It” on, the record is hugely unmemorable (I had to check and see what that song was called). The addition of Johnny Marr was quite possibly the best thing that has happened to Modest Mouse, like, ever. From the very first track, the rollicking “March Into the Sea”, this record boasts an energy, intensity, and sense of artistic urgency that none of their other records has ever had - not even “The Moon and Antarctica.” The pelagic theme of the album is fitting; every song has its own lilt, its own sway: “Dashboard” and “Missed the Boat” in particular. This record is the work of a band that has learned to play to its strengths but are still growing into themselves. Don’t be surprised if Modest Mouse still have a few tricks up their sleeve; I think this record is a portent of things to come.
-PTC


6. Sea Wolf – “Leaves in the River”
9/25 on Dangerbird
It’s been a busy twelve months for Alex Brown Church and the amorphous coterie of companions he calls a backing band. He released a lovely if slightly rough around the edges EP and went on a largely ignored tour. Then he blind-sided the music world with this phenomenal LP. “Leaves in the River” is a record of deceptive complexity, brimming with meaning, and above all, honesty - a quality which is tragically lacking from 99% of records released nowadays. His songwriting is impeccable, his songs brim with a simplicity that borders on innocence (another quality you won’t find in corporate rock, which is totally anathema to the success of the uncorrupted). Church has tact and nuance down to a science. Even on the more “upbeat” tracks like “Winter Windows,” the album is careful not to overextend itself. Church never strays from his comfort zone, but opts to coyly toe its border instead, which is precisely what an artist should do on a debut. This fantastic record starts his young and exceptionally promising career off on the right foot.
-PTC

Another day, another five albums. The reviews you've all been waiting for tomorrow!

Friday, November 16, 2007

Spotlight On: BenoƮt Pioulard

The release of Thomas Meluch's (aka BenoƮt Pioulard) full length debut PrƩcis was a quiet affair. It's been nearly a year since Kranky released that gorgeous, cogent collection of ambient pop, and it was met by nearly uniform (if limited) critical acclaim. painstakingly organised instrumental chaos. Meluch is a master of tact and dramatic restraint; despite the complexity of his arrangements, the build is always slow, always deliberate, and somehow always controlled. The standout tracks are some of the best 2006 had to offer, including "Palimend" and the stunning "Triggering Back." Go forth, and discover this artist. You will not be sorry, I assure you.


-PTC

Top albums of 2007: 13 & 11

Our relentless storm of year-end coverage continues today with our smallest set of reviews. In the interest of keeping the top 10 intact, we'll stop at 11. Two ties, for 11th and 13th place flesh out this post:


13. Seabear – “The Ghost That Carried Us Away”
7/16 on Morr
When people think of Iceland, they think of Sigur Ros. Nobody thinks of Seabear, an unknown band out of Reykjavik that has quietly released a better experimental folk album than hacks like Devendra Banhart can dream of. This is the very definition of a dark horse - surprise standouts await the listener at every turn. Tasteful, proper, charming, and moving. Absolutely beautiful in its unpretentiousness, “The Ghost That Carried Us Away” wears its heart on its sleeve, to captivating effect.
-PTC


13. LCD Soundsystem – “Sound of Silver”
3/20 on Capitol
Metacritic: 86
Q: 90
Pitchfork: 94
James Murphy is one of the "it" guys in music right now. Nike wants him, he's touring with Arcade Fire, and his name comes up just as quickly as Kanye West where omages to Daft Punk are concerned. From "Sound of Silver", it's hard to see why. Much of the punk flavor from his self-titled debut is gone as Murphy turns heavily toward electronica. For fans of electronica, this is a plus, as sprawling compositions with are embraced over more song-like tracks. Track length increased with additions of longer introductions and extensive codas. All but dropping both halves of his nearly singlehandedly created dance-punk genre has allowed James Murphy to become one of the great electronic composers on the scene.
-RJR


11. Iron and Wine – “The Shepherd’s Dog”
9/25 on Subpop
Metacritic: 84
Pitchfork: 86
NME: 70
Sam Beam has proven his mettle with “The Shepherd’s Dog,” cementing his place among the top echelon of musicians of this decade. Boldly eschewing his safe, finger-picking folk mould, he brings elements of rockabilly, jazz, and soul to this latest release, proving that he is making the music that he wants to make rather than just cranking out the music his fans want to hear. Artistic integrity aside though, it’s a hell of a record to listen to.
-PTC


11. A Place to Bury Strangers – “A Place to Bury Strangers”
8/7 on Killer Pimp
Metacritic: 84
Pitchfork: 84
Approaching the technical sophistication of Liars with twice as much verve and fabulous texture and atmosphere. Explosions in the Sky fronted by Ian Curtis with a shot each of My Bloody Valentine and Jesus and Mary Chain. All these things and more. One of the most visceral releases of the year and just outside the top 10, but damned if I'm going to call them the "loudest band in New York".
-RJR

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Blender goes there.

Oh no they dih-ent. I'll give you all a chance to digest this before I post my response.

http://www.blender.com/guide/articles.aspx?id=2974


-PTC

Cease to Begin follow-up



Just to ram home this site's review of Band of Horses "Cease to Begin", Ben Bridwell really seems to be buying into this southern thing. Check out Pitchfork's Guest List from today. On top of the dust-up surrounding several live shows and Bridwell's general enmity towards performing "The Funeral" (Pitchfork's own eighteenth favourite track of last year), there isn't much love lost between this blogger and the Band of Horses frontman. Dissing your own concert attendees is generally not a great idea, nor is taking a dump on the one song that got you anywhere. Authenticity seems to be a problem with BoH, shilling for a Wal-Mart ad and posing as Southerners. Keep it real, guys.
-RJR

"The Funeral" controversy with awesome video!:
http://www.stereogum.com/archives/video/bandaid-on-horseshit.html

Today's Guest List:
http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/46247-guest-list-band-of-horses

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Top albums of 2007: 20-15

Here is the next set of albums we've ranked. The list, as you can see, isn't flowing quite out in groups of five, due to ties and whatnot. Anyway, here we go, a few more of the year's very best.


20. Kanye West – “Graduation”
9/11 on Roc-a-fella
Metacritic: 79
Q: 60
Pitchfork: 87
The best hip-hop album of the year. Mr. West must have done something special to rise from the most decadent, commercially-driven genre of music and be among the folk, rock, and house on this list. He certainly has, and while his third solo album isn't great, history and the music industry's self-promotion will inevitably cement it as a classic. Of course, the highlight of the album and popular music this year is "Stronger", a profound recontextualisation of the Daft Punk anthem. It's a shame that millions of listeners are unaware of the source material, much less the Edwin Birdsong original.
-RJR


19. Andrew Bird - "Armchair Apocrypha"
2/08 on Righteous Babe
Metacritic: 85
Q: 70
Pitchfork: 83
The quirkiest man in indie rock (a difficult title to win) has returned to follow his excellent “Mysterious Production” with “Armchair Apocrypha,” a collection of songs that show that Bird has grown up. Rather than highlighting his singularity by way of letting his obtuse lyrics take the forefront (as he did, to lovely effect, on “Mysterious Production”), he has turned his attention to arrangement and song craft. He is less reticent to pull out the electric guitar and throw in the kitchen sink, and thank heaven for that. Instead of “Mysterious Production” Redux, this record is far more nuanced, more subtle and confident than its predecessor was, and certainly more so than most other records released this year.
-PTC


18. Feist - "The Reminder"
5/01 on Interscope
Metacritic: 79
Pitchfork: 88
Q: 40
The cutest girl in indie rock (okay, maybe it’s a tie between her and Jenny Lewis...but that’s neither here nor there) knocked everyone - from Steve Jobs to your friendly co-bloggers - flat with this work of art. Feist couples the gritty sophistication of Broken Social Scene with her own brand of squeaky clean pop sensibility. Tack on the Feist’s sugary sweet voice and knack for understatement, and presto, you’ve got “The Reminder.” But don’t be fooled by its name; this is not a record any of us are going to forget any time soon.
-PTC


15. Sunset Rubdown - "Random Spirit Lover"
10/09 on Jagjaguwar
Metacritic: 76
Pitchfork: 85
Alternative Press: 50
“Random Spirit Lover.” is an exhausting record to listen to, clocking in at just under an hour. But it is, without a doubt, the most unique record of the year. It is far more energetic and honest than its self-aware predecessor. What proved infuriating about “Shut Up I Am Dreaming” was that Krug seemed so hell-bent on proving that he was an innovator that he forgot to write a listenable record. Here, he has settled into himself, and the result is a record that actually is brilliant. The record is true to its name - it is charmingly erratic and incurably effervescent. This is Spencer Krug doing what he wants, not what he thinks a side project should sound like. He is no longer trying to escape his Wolf Parade roots, but instead tastefully incorporates them here.
-PTC


15. Battles - "Mirrored"
5/22 on Warp
Metacritic: 86
Pitchfork: 91
NME: 80
Say what you will about Battles, say what you will about this record, few releases this year make you listen more closely than “Mirrored” does. It is challenging in every sense of the word, but that makes it ultimately fulfilling. You don’t need to like it to appreciate its merit as music. And the record is rife with innovative flashes of brilliance. Battles are not going anywhere, so you may as well get used to the sound.
-PTC


15. Justice - "Cross"
6/10 on Vice
Metacritic: 81
Pitchfork: 84
NME: 60
Aping the Daft Punk aesthetic is a better technique than sampling them wholesale, judging by this list. In a genre where everyone aspires to copy Guy and Thomas, Gaspard and Xavier do a better job than just about anyone else. The album throughout articulates such grand notions about where dance music has been and is headed that it simply cannot be ignored.
-RJR

Our album of the year coverage will continue in future posts.

The top 25 records of 2007: Summary and HM-21

2007 was a year full of surprises. So many bands surprised us with magnificent records, so many others disappointed us terribly. But that’s par for the course. Populist music has its pitfalls, but also its benefits, as Okkervil River so adeptly proved with “The Stage Names.” The music industry most definitely does need to take a very careful look at itself, but so too do the consumers: the top ten songs in the iTunes Music Store is populated by the likes of Flo Rida, Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em, Finger Eleven, and Matchbox Twenty (what?).

Listeners are lazy, so the industry doesn’t need to have standards anymore. There are those of us who still care about a quality product, those who shun Soulja Boy in favour of Sunset Rubdown, who say a resounding “Fuck you” to Rihanna and spin Radiohead instead. But our numbers are dwindling. It is reassuring to know, however, that in the midst of this bleak scene, listing the 25 best albums of this year was still a difficult feat. It is a reminder that just like those of us who care about listening to good music, there are some who still care about making it. We can only hope that such artists will still be around in a year’s time.
-PTC

Another year gone by. Mainstream music has seemed to slip further into the abyss. Corporate rock continues to be on the march toward the complete domination of soccer mom-friendly ballads. Pop Lolitas-turned-pop prostitutes known now only by first names rule the top 40. The Backstreet Boys put out a new album. Britney Spears put out a new album! A song about how to deal with women that aren't willing to sleep with you by some kind of Soldier person topped the charts for weeks. Just off the radar, Radiohead pulled their album release stunt. Apparently frustrated by musical and political malaise, old favourites like Rage Against the Machine, Smashing Pumpkins, Daft Punk and the Stooges reunited to play festival after festival without so much more than token new material. The best tours from newer artists were mostly hangovers from last year's best albums, from The Decemberists and The Hold Steady, especially.

Even with so little original music, there were a few gems this year and we'd like to summarise them here. We've aggregated our picks for the top albums of this year and list them in ascending order five a day, with a complete list at the end. With the exception of the winner, one of us shares some thoughts about each album. In addition, we'll include date of release, the label responsible, and some idea of reception by other critics (aggregator Metacritic, Pitchfork Media, and a British publication, preferably Q Magazine).
-RJR

And the best records this year:

Bonus! Two albums just off of the top 25 list:


Explosions in the Sky – “All of a Sudden, I Miss Everyone”
2/20 on Temporary Residence
Metacritic : 80
Q: 70
Pitchfork: 60
After last year's limited release of The Rescue EP, fans of Explosions weren't really sure what their favourite Texas post-rockers would do next. They had embraced all manner of new instruments, shorter songs, and even some vocals. Perhaps a full album of Rescue-like material would have been too much of a leap, but "All of a Sudden" seems a bit too conservative. It plays up all of the beautiful, stormy guitar and percussion from their first three albums, though a bit more restrained and melodic than "The Earth..." and "Tell the Truth". It is certainly an excellent listen (especially live at Coachella this year) and really cements the Explosions aesthetic but it won't attract any new followers and without some changes, the band will have a hard time staying vital.
-RJR


Voxtrot - "Voxtrot"
5/22 on Playlouder
Metacritic: 71
NY Times: 80
Pitchfork: 59
The backlash - or maybe disappointment is a more fitting term - surrounding Voxtrot’s first LP was predictable. After the outrageous success of their series of EPs, the anticipation surrounding their full-length debut built to such absurd levels that no record would have ever really lived up to everyone’s expectations. People expected the same thing they got from the EPs - bite-sized twee tidbits that were easy to digest and difficult to forget. But Voxtrot was out to create a real album, not just a collection of songs. Their aim was clearly to craft a record that had some kind of arc, not just merely a static hodge-podge of safe, predictable, clever indie-pop. Do some of the songs fall flat? Sure. But this record shows a band that is not afraid to learn, and that will hold Voxtrot in very good stead on records to come.
-PTC

Today's five records:


25. !!! – “Myth Takes”
3/6 on Warp
Metacritic: 76
Q: 60
Pitchfork: 80
Nic Offer's bicoastal band remains vital despite the recent turn to more sample- and synth-based dance music. "All My Heroes Are Weirdos" and "Must Be the Moon" are highlights, with some of the best grooves in memory. The album in general is a move toward maturity, with the compositions tightening up quite a bit. All of this is carried off with whimsy that could only come from !!!. I missed them there, but by all accounts, they had the best performance at Coachella. !!! are often overlooked or dismissed, but "Myth Takes" is much more than a name.
-RJR


23. A Sunny Day in Glasgow – “Scribble Mural Comic Journal”
2/13 on Notenuf
Pitchfork: 80
Drowned in Sound: 90
This is undoubtedly the best record you never heard this year. A Sunny Day In Glasgow offers forth a scintillating collection of ambient noise pop that will shock you into rapt silence. The ebbs and flows of this record pull the listener gently along, calm - almost meek - but always insistent, always commanding attention. Don’t make the mistake of dismissing this record as structureless background noise, because you will miss out on one of the most enjoyable - and underrated - listening experiences this year has had to offer.
-PTC


23. Arctic Monkeys – “Favourite Worst Nightmare”
4/24 on Domino
Metacritic: 82
Q: 100
Pitchfork: 74
I cannot imagine a more hyped (some say over-) band on an independent label than Arctic Monkeys. Sometimes the hype is warranted, like on "Teddy Picker" or most tracks from "Whatever...". Certainly it is overwrought at times, like on lead single "Brianstorm" and their live show, which is disappointing at best. On net, they are a competent and often creative band . While the strength of their excellent debut was largely a function of Alex Turner's songwriting and versatility in tempo, "Nightmare" has much more banal lyrics and problems with speed. The band seems to rush through each song, trading the observation of the first album for nervous rants. Still one of the best straight-ahead rock albums of the year, it would have benefited from another year in production.
-RJR


21. Josh Ritter – “The Historical Conquests of Josh Ritter”
8/21 on Sony
Metacritic: 79
Q: 80
Pitchfork: 57
“If this was a cold war, we could keep each other warm.” Why hasn’t anyone thought of that line before now? This record is a clinic in pop songwriting technique. Few artists adhere so shamelessly and stubbornly to convention as Ritter does, and fewer still can make those conventions sound original and fresh. Ritter effortlessly transitions from pop gems like “Right Moves” to the introspective, understated ballads, like the stunning standout track, “The Temptation of Adam.”
-PTC


21. Liars – “Liars”
8/28 on Mute
Metacritic: 79
Q: 60
Pitchfork: 85
This is Liars fully realised. In time, this is likely to become one of the most loved noise rock albums ever and is among the best this century. Coming down from the great "Drum's Not Dead", "Liars" managed to pull off being both more avant-garde and accessible, venturing into wilder guitar territory, but sharpening and shortening by a full 12 minutes. Pity they were paired Interpol on tour, as Liars certainly must have upstaged the band that created "No I in Threesome".
-RJR

Stay tuned: five more albums tomorrow!