Showing posts with label indie pop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indie pop. Show all posts

Friday, September 16, 2011

The Jezabels - Prisoner


01. Prisoner
02. Endless Summer
03. Long Highway
04. Try Colour
05. Rosebud
06. City Girl
07. Nobody Nowhere
08. Horsehead
09. Austerlitz
10. Deep Wide Ocean
11. Peace Of Mind
12. Reprise
13. Catch Me

Bonus CD:

01. Be A Star (Early Demo)
02. Disco Biscuit Love (Early Demo)
03. Noah’s Ark (Early Demo)
04. Magic (Early Demo)


PERCHED just outside the mainstream radar for the past two years, self-navigated Sydney band The Jezabels have been selling out more and more larger and larger venues - creating a DIY buzz for this debut. It doesn't disappoint.

As anyone seduced by their three EPs will attest, their sound is frustratingly but refreshingly hard to pin down. It's indie rock injected with hits of mystery and mayhem, but also plenty of piano and pop thrills.

The amazing title track is the perfect opener, luring you into their intense world with swirling vocals, bubbling keyboards and a gothic maelstrom that culminates with drummer Nik Kaloper audibly losing his kaka.

Indeed, the immense drums on this album will cause major drum envy across the land.

In case you miss the "this is an old-school album, not just a bunch of songs" vibe, singer Hayley Mary has all of her lyrics written out in full here as a lengthy letter to a prisoner.

Via recurring themes of emancipation and emotion, you're dragged through the beautiful but bruised Endless Summer and primal pop thrills of Long Highway - think PJ Harvey fronting Fleetwood Mac in 1977...www.news.com.au

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Bobby - Bobby


01. We Saw
02. Sore Spores
03. Tomb Bloom
04. Nam Champ
05. It’s Dead Outside
06. Loading Phase
07. Ginger (Water Birth)
08. Downing
09. Shimmychick
10. Groggy
11. Dustbeam
12. The Shed

Power. Mystique. Horrible artwork. These are a few of the things that surround Bobby’s Bobby, a journey through time and space which features vocals from Mountain Man’s Molly Sarle. Featuring tracks that pleasantly drone and spin yarns of mystic truths and spark truly transcendental moments for the listener, this collection comes close to unleashing a gentle fury among listeners, inspiring wholesale conversations, trips into the country, commune joining, the whole vegan menu. At least that’s the design.

In truth, Bobby isn’t the only outfit walking this terrain, creating a kind of mystique around itself and marrying elements of the Books, Björk and the polyrhythmic hand drumming of Yoruba. OK, maybe in this last, Bobby is truly alone but then again, how many of us have heard enough hand drumming from Yoruba to know when it presents itself in music made by kids who have probably recently graduated from small, private liberal arts colleges in New England?

I digress.

What you’ve got to know, of course, is whether this record is gonna go your way. And, in truth, it might. It comes close. The droning, the bleeping, the blopping. A musical atmosphere that’s thicker than a Brahmin accent, and nods to Kate Bush, Björk (did we mention this already?) and others all make for an interesting stew that is highly impressive upon first listen, then less so as the novelty, such as it is, of the whole thing begins to wear ever-so-slightly thin. The pleasant minimalism of album opener “We Saw” and its funky (for lack of another almost entirely inappropriate term) and Asian-influenced follow-up “Sore Spores” plus the meditative “Tomb Bloom” add up to a strong beginning. Problem is, one can only endure four or five five-minute-plus tracks that cover the same meditative feelings before feeling the need for what David Lee Roth would call something a little more rockin’.

The absolute nadir of the album comes via “Ginger (Water Birth)”, a track that, despite some inherent beauty goes less than nowhere and excites about as much as a radish burp. The group recovers from there via “Shimmychick” and the beautifully executed “Dustbeam” (more Asian influences here, incorporated to stunning results), but at an hour in length, this album is at least 20 minutes too long. After a time the compare/constrast/build-and-let-down/ying-yang/push-pull/Jagger/Richards/vegan/omnivore of the whole thing begins to grate rather than soothe. I assume that some of this might go easier if one is incorporating this collection into mediation practices, but as general listening, it’s all a bit much.

So, the bottom line is that these here folkers would be wise to unleash something a little more concise and a little less diffuse in the future, something that finds strengths in its compositions rather than in the vibe. Vibe, after all, is nice, but the back roads of popular music are littered with carcasses and empty dime bags of bands that attempted to live solely on vibe. Let’s hope that Bobby isn’t one of those bands, and that this often-promising collection is merely the sound of a band finding its compositional feet, its identity, itself, and that next time we get more songs...www.popmatters.com

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Grouplove - Never Trust a Happy Song


01. Itchin' On A Photograph
02. Tongue Tied
03. Lovely Cup
04. Colours
05. Slow
06. Naked Kids
07. Spun
08. Betty's Bomb Shell
09. Chloe
10. Love Will Save Your Soul
11. Cruel And Beautiful World
12. Close Your Eyes And Count To Ten

Despite the nudge-nudge connotations of their name, it appears the love this California-based Anglo-American quintet feel for each other is entirely platonic (except in the case of their two singers, Hannah Hooper and Christian Zucconi). So there goes the one element that would have distinguished them from Best Coast and other bands producing similarly sunny-day alt-pop. Hooper has spoken of "heavy content" simmering beneath the elated rush of guitar and keyboards, but any heaviness is only glancingly alluded to ("The colours you had, no need to be sad, it really ain't that bad," Zucconi twitters despondently on Colours). Mostly, their debut album offers many reasons to be cheerful, such as Chloe's cute rockabilly twist, the ukulele that kicks off Spun and the hazy, MGMT-ish nostalgia of Naked Kids. What it lacks in originality it makes up for in sweet vibes, which may not keep Grouplove going for ever, but is enough for the moment...www.guardian.co.uk

Blitzen Trapper - American Goldwing


1. Might Find It Cheap
2. Fletcher
3. Love The Way You Walk Away
4. Your Crying Eyes
5. My Home Town
6. Girl In A Coat
7. American Goldwing
8. Astronaut
9. Taking It Easy Too Long
10. Stranger In A Strange Land

Only a year after releasing Destroyer of the Void, Blitzen Trapper is back with a new album. American Goldwing is a slight step away from their “usual space-aging technology and pawn shop Casio aplomb,” as band member Eric Earley put it. The album moves, “into the sounds we grew up with, the hard guitar rock and country picking of our younger years,” said Earley. Acoustic plucking and harmonica take the driver’s seat in this album, but mesh well with the previous Blitzen Trapper sound. “It’s me trying to evoke a true American nostalgia,” Earley explains.

Earley explains on the band’s bio page on their current label Sub Pop’s website that when he was a kid, his brother had a Honda Goldwing motorcycle. One day he hopped on the bike pretending he was, “racing along some lonely road.” The bike tipped over and pinned his leg. Earley said, “Writing American Goldwing felt much like that, like being pinned beneath a giant motorcycle, and its vision is that inescapable past, those feelings of being trapped in a small town, that fine line between the rural and the suburban settings that define much of America, that line between love and loss that occurs when you find yourself ‘taking it easy too long / sticking around this lonesome town.’”...www.pastemagazine.com

St. Vincent - Strange Mercy


1. Chloe In The Afternoon
2. Cruel
3. Cheerleader
4. Surgeon
5. Northern Lights
6. Strange Mercy
7. Neutered Fruit
8. Champagne Year
9. Dilettante
10. Hysterical Strength
11. Year Of The Tiger

Annie Clark strikes a downright divine balance between scornful rock squall and serenely sweet vocalizing. Her third album is her most mercurial yet, a dense clash of post-punk fuzz and baroque-pop rumination, with esoteric 
new elements, from atonal electro-jazz to synth scratches to cheeky talkbox. While she was charmingly fey on 2007 debut Marry Me and caustic on 2009 follow-up Actor, she's introspective and fanciful here, crafting a single mother's lullaby on the title track, and repenting for her insecure past on "Cheerleader." Yet she's no passive pom-pom girl: Clark's complex femininity, both self-possessed and keenly evolving, is what makes her music so powerful and fascinating...www.spin.com

Feist - Metal


01. The Bad in Each Other
02. Graveyard
03. Caught a Long Wind
04. How Come You Never Go There
05. A Commotion
06. Bittersweet Melodies
07. Anti-Pioneer
08. The Undiscovered First
09. Cicadas and Gulls
10. Woe Be
11. Comfort Me
12. Get It Wrong Get It Right

Anyone who didn't buy Feist's breakthrough album, 2007's The Reminder, might be forgiven for mistaking this Canadian chanteuse for a winsome girl touting iPod nanos. Those who did buy it have been waiting four long years for a follow-up. Announced through a series of nicely shot online teasers , Metals finds Feist embracing her inner geologist, mining the elements – fractured relationships, hard-won wisdom, the natural landscape – for their intrinsic worth. Standouts include "Undiscovered First", which reveals a thus-far-hidden kinship with PJ Harvey, and "Comfort Me", a stomp with a lyrical sting in its tail. Other fairy godmothers including Kate Bush and Carole King hover over the track-listing, but never in a heavy-handed way – Feist remains her own woman. A deceptively easy-going single, "How Come You Never Go There", is due on 25 September, while Feist's first UK gig in three years, at London's Palladium on 17 October, sold out in just three hours.

She says: "There's the way you feel versus the way you wish you felt. The raw material and what our minds turn it into are completely different states."...www.guardian.co.uk

Monday, September 5, 2011

Bodies of Water - Twist Again


01. One Hand Loves the Other
02. Triplets
03. Mary, Don't You Weep
04. Open Rhythms
05. Rise Up, Careful
06. Ever With Us
07. Like A Stranger
08. Lights Out Forever
09. New Age Nightmares
10. In Your Thrall Again
11. My Hips Won't Let Me
12. You Know Me So Well

All the recent end-of-the-world predictions have made 1970s Godsploitation flick A Thief in the Nightsuddenly relevant again. Dramatizing a post-Rapture socialist society and featuring a song written by Christian rock wunderkind Larry Norman (unfortunately performed by the awful Fishmarket Combo), the movie is an intriguing artifact from a time when believers didn't flee from popular culture but embraced it as a vehicle for a spiritual mission. It's a sharp contrast to the 80s, when the Satanic Panic scared many Christians away from rock music, and to the 90s, when the Christian rock industry marketed itself as a message-first alternative to secular music.

Bodies of Water, an L.A. outfit whose unison and harmony vocals suggest the enthusiasm of a spirited youth choir, harken back to that open-minded 70s heyday, although thankfully not to the scare tactics of A Thief in the Night. Core couple David and Meredith Metcalf pepper their songs with Biblical imagery, yet remain too enamored with pop music in all its many forms to confine themselves to any one particular genre or approach. That excitement and a sense of boundless possibilities fueled their 2007 debut, Ears Will Pop & Eyes Will Blink.

Following a lackluster sophomore album on Secretly Canadian, the Metcalfs channeled a lot of their energy into ABBA-tastic side project Music Go Music. Founding members Kyle Gladden and Jessie Conklin left the group, eventually to be replaced with a revolving roster of friends, acquaintances, and onlookers. Finally, the Metcalfs built a home studio and recorded their third album, Twist Again, which they're releasing on their own Thousand Tongues label. They're also having their first child.Twist Again, then, signals a period of rededication, rebirth, and just plain birth, but its songs sound surprisingly somber and subdued.

In this more restrained setting, Bodies of Water aren't quite as commanding or charming, but they compensate with more confident, nuanced songs that incorporate elements of showtunes, disco, and folk, plus mariachi fanfares and hallelujah choruses. "Ever With Us" juxtaposes barebones doo-wop piano with countrypolitan strings, and the stylistic friction mirrors the domestic drama of the lyrics. Standout "Rise Up, Careful" fits in a lengthy saxophone solo, and the curious pairing with Meredith Metcalf's mournful vocals makes for one of the best and most unexpected moments on the album. On the other hand, "New Age Nightmare" nearly works itself into a frenzied din but backs away. Rather than let the music go wild, Bodies of Water play it safe.

Both Metcalfs remain sharply charismatic performers, but the downcast quality to Meredith's vocals, especially on "Lights Out Forever", is new. The woman who once yelped ecstatically to the back pews now exudes a spiritual melancholy similar to that of her husband's grainy voice. There's a newly ponderous tone to their music, too, which may stem from the lyrics: Twist Again is preoccupied with the conflict between heavenly love and earthly love. Traditionally, love of God ought to supersede romantic and musical love, yet that order is in constant flux from one song to the next, as Bodies of Water indulge some new musical idea or wrap their voices seductively around each other. Even if Twist Again occasionally comes across as less than rapturous, the Metcalfs' conflicts animate these songs, as though they've realized that marriage, music, and God are not only inseparable, but quite possibly all the same thing...www.pitchfork.com

Chad VanGaalen - Diaper Island


01. Do Not Fear
02. Peace On The Rise
03. Burning Photographs
04. Heavy Stones
05. Sara
06. Replace Me
07. Blonde Hash
08. Freedom for a Policeman
09. Can You Believe It!?
10. Wandering Spirits
11. No Panic / No Heat
12. Shave My Pussy

In addition to turning in three very solid albums of his own in the past few years, Chad VanGaalen also produced fellow Albertans Women. The two albums he made with that band in his basement were distinctly homespun and lo-fi sounding, but packed with some of his characteristic idiosyncrasies-- from recording on boomboxes to unexpected appearances of synth to flourishes of odd percussion. There was a sense that Women were being let into VanGaalen's world rather than the other way around.

So it makes sense that he returns to the sound of the two Women albums on his fourth LP, Diaper Island. VanGaalen's previous records are characterized by their eclecticism, veering from acoustic folk songs to electronic synth workouts, and they often sound like grab-bags drawn from his apparently prolific recording habits (he recently told an interviewer he had recorded 80 songs leading up to this record). Part of what makes Diaper Island a success is its cohesive sound and restraint. There's an economy in his instrumentation and recording that allows a set of well-written songs to take center stage.

On Diaper Island VanGaalen internalizes feelings of restlessness into the fabric of his songs, giving them more depth than before. The de-tuned guitars of "Peace on the Rise" hew close to the sound of 1990s indie-- bands like Sonic Youth and Pavement loom large here-- spinning a downtrodden riff that's also quite an earworm. But the song's melancholy tinge takes an unexpected nosedive halfway through the song in a beautiful, droning mid-section that opens out with horns and rough textures. It's a characteristic left-turn, the kind of unexpected shift that VanGaalen used to perform with production switches on previous records.

But there's a lot of surface-level enjoyment too, as VanGaalen's excellent riffs compete for the spotlight. The best of these comes on "Burning Photographs", as glassy guitar propels zig-zagging verses in front of a loose, ticking drum beat. There's a satisfying energy at the heart of many of these songs, and VanGaalen allows them to sound slack and jammy as he launches into taut solos on "Replace Me" and "Blonde Hash".

The record manages to be compelling even during some of its weaker moments, such as spiky second-half cuts "Freedom For a Policeman" and "Can You Believe It!?". Both have an almost mean edge to them. VanGaalen sounds prickly on the latter song as he sings, "That fucking mind scanner/ That made me piss myself/ Now that I'm calming down/ I'm really thankful they erased it." It's not the most instantly enjoyable track on the record, but it shows a different side of VanGaalen's character and makes his songwriting feel more engaging on the whole.

VanGaalen closes the record with the line, "Baby, will you love me/ I'm really feeling ugly," on a song called "Shave My Pussy", and Diaper Island-- as hinted at with that title-- isn't the prettiest record he's ever made. Instead, it's gritty and honest. Beneath the surface-layer thrill of some of these songs are subtle character shifts and brave one-liners, all of which confirm VanGaalen's status as gripping songwriter as well as a producer...www.pitchfork.com

Chop Chop - Spark


01. Steal Her In The Night
02. Slavery
03. Shapeshifter Deception
04. Escape
05. Carolyn Returns Home
06. Revelation
07. Above The Earth
08. Reunion
09. Victory

Catherine Cavanagh is the singer/songwriter who records under the name Chop Chop. The Spark is her third album. Like the first two, it offers haphazard, demo-quality, occasionally melodic indie synth-pop with Cavanagh’s anesthetized cooing over the top.

The Spark adds a new twist, though. It’s a concept album about a 17-year-old girl who is abducted by aliens and falls in love with the space captain who eventually rescues her (whoops—spoiler alert). While the concept might’ve been charming in a retro way, the execution is undone by all too forgettable songs and shoddy production values.

With the help of bassist Jason Tajima, “Carolyn Goes Home” and “Revelation” do emit something resembling a melancholic, early New Order vibe, but that’s not enough to save an album that would probably have best been left in the bedroom studio...www.popmatters.com

Monday, August 29, 2011

Nick Diamonds - I Am an Attic


01 Attic
02 Gone Bananas
03 Used to Be Funny
04 Word Was Swords
05 Don't Do Us Any Favours
06 In Dust We Trust
07 The Vaccine
08 You Must Be Choking
09 (untitled instrumental)
10 Dream, Dream, Dream
11 Fade Out

Nick Diamonds never takes a break. He started out fronting the psych-pop the Unicorns, moved on to the more ambitious and less combustible Islands, and then came Th' Corn Gangg, his much maligned hip-hop project. After that, we received records from side projects including Reefer and Human Highway. At the moment he's headlining for Mister Heavenly, a recently announced supergroup that also includes members of Modest Mouse and Man Man, and Diamonds just released I Am an Attic, a solo album, by way of his Bandcamp page for a price of your choosing.

While it doesn't come with the pre-packaged, stylistic framework of, say, Human Highway (read: Young, Neil; 1970s folk and country), I Am An Attic does scan like pure Diamonds: whether he's trafficking in serpentine guitar licks or screwballing sound effects and synths, there's an unmistakable sneer to it all. That said, you're also hearing him here at his most muted and still, which doesn't make for as compelling a listen as that might promise on paper. This is an unusually reined-in record, one whose spartan arrangements tend to register more as scraps or free-floating ruminations than exercises in restraint. Take opener "Attic", with its plumes of Theremin, crystalline guitar work, croaked-up vocals, lightly-applied layers of keys and synth: It all seems to appear and then dissolve in just two very forgettable minutes. Diamonds, as it turns out, is most effective when spontaneous. Here, he's sleepwalking.

When he does work up some energy, the results are terrific. "You Must Be Choking" is an at-times majestic and unsettling highlight that, despite cribbing the vocal melody from "Silent Night", does well by working in a few unexpected jolts of volume. "Used to Be Funny" flirts with a "Stairway to Heaven" reference before erupting into a stormy mess of industrial oompah. Interestingly, the recording quality throughout is quite good, forsaking the sort of raw, flash-fried (see also: lo-fi) qualities that you might expect from a potentially free solo record. And though closer "Fade Out" plays into to its title, what's there is ripe: a set of high-arching guitar melodies fan out over a creamy organ track, a sprinkling of bells that mirror at times the sound of Diamond harmonizing with himself. It sounds like an idea that could segue into something great...www.pitchfork.com

Razika - Program 91


01. Youth
02. Why Have We To Wait
03. Vondt i hjertet
04. Taste My Dream
05. Aldri
06. Nytt på nytt
07. Eg vetsje
08. Above All
09. Hvem skal ha tro på deg nå
10. Middelalder
11. Walk In The Park

The first song on Norwegian indie-pop outfit Razika's debut, Program 91, is titled "Youth". It's an exercise in writing what you know. The band is made up of 19-year-old girls who have known each other since they were six and have been making music together since they were 14. Razika recorded Program 91 over the course of one year on weekends, to work around their school schedule. They've had the privilege not only of being compared to the Slits, but also of pointing out that the comparison's kind of sexist, since they sound nothing like the Slits. If you're the type who wonders why you weren't more proactive when you were younger, avoid this album.

Program 91's basic makeup is spiky, sharp, post-punk-inflected pop, executed with laser-precise accuracy (and a re-contextualized cover of "Why We Have to Wait", a song by 1960s Norwegian pop group the Pussycats). In the record's back half, slight dub touches and ska-worthy rhythmic figures enter the mix; the former is squint-your-eyes noticeable, while the latter explicitly serves the band's unassailable sense of time-keeping. The interlocking syncopation is strong enough to suspect that Gorilla Glue plays a part in holding everything together-- that, or lead singer Marie Amdam, who hugs her syllables tightly and with added zest (on "Vondt I Hjertet", you can practically feel the spit from her inflected accent hitting your face).

Like a lot of indie-pop albums, Program 91 is relatively quick and dirty. But despite its brevity, the album's second side drags a bit, as the skanked rhythms begin to bleed into each other with a lack of individual distinction. Stick around, though, for the album's gorgeous, windswept closer "Walk in the Park", an airy slice of melancholia that addresses an open-book relationship while closing out this band's first chapter. After all the peppy guitar lines and young-at-love-and-life razmatazz that one's heart could handle, Program 91 melts down to gentle strums and layered "ba-da-da"s, saying farewell in the "we'll meet again" way that only the best of friends do...www.pitchfork.com

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Orwell - Continental


01. continental
02. lonely ride
03. on this brightful day
04. the wife, the battlefield
05. follow me, boy
06. eastern
07. always
08. anytime is now
09. them
10. secret movies
11. a long way to the start
12. following...
13. every time the world is too loud

Jerome Diderot hails from Nancy, France. Recording as Orwell he follows in the footsteps of compatriots such as Air and Tahiti 80 and other synth-loving dream-poppers.

He’s stuffed his album full of tinkling and beeping keyboards, electronic beats, jingling bells, plucked guitar and strings (synthetic or otherwise), all of which make an appearance on the title track that kicks off the multilingual ‘Continental’, which comes out sounding like a twee Kraftwerk.

‘Lonely Ride’ with its strummed guitar in the forefront, hammered percussion (once again, possibly synthetic) and string-laden background has a more organic feel and could be a limpid cousin to the works of the Divine Comedy.

‘On This Brightful Day’ takes a more electronic turn, and starts out as a somewhat conventional electropop tune before being enlivened by some female vocals and a burst of strings. ‘The Wife, The Battlefield’ takes a similar tack, though the contrast between the story away from his loved ones, makes a strange contrast to the music behind it.

‘Follow Me, Boy’ layers some melodica over mournful piano pop and unfortunately backs them with a singular pathetic electronic beat in slow time. ‘Easter’ makes the same error, creating an unnecessary distraction to the listener, though the rest of the tune, with its wordless vocals, sounds a bit like something from David Bowie’s Berlin period, but without the guitar muscle of Robert Fripp to back it up.

The drifting dreampop of ‘Always’ makes a stronger showing, with Diderot playing multitracked vocals off each other.

‘Anytime Is Now’ kicks off with some bounce, like a less muscular early-XTC and features an extra-squiggly electronica break. It’s followed by ‘Them’, which incorporates a number of kooky electronic sounds - it seems to be trying for an Esquivel feel but doesn’t quite succeed. The album takes a downturn from then, with the piano-pop-electro hybrid ‘Secret Movies’ going in one ear and out the other and ‘A Long Way to the Start‘ burrowing the strings that gave its first few bars such promise. The album ends with ‘Everytime The World is Too Loud’, which brings things to a peaceful close.

Although it’s a hit and miss effort, there’s enough on ‘Continental’ to appeal to hardcore electropop devotees...www.pennyblackmusic.co.uk

Friday, August 26, 2011

Nurses - Dracula


01. Fever Dreams
02. You Lookin’ Twice
03. Extra Fast
04. Through The Window
05. So Sweet
06. Trying To Reach You
07. New Feelings
08. Wouldn’t Tell
09. Dancing Grass
10. Gold Jordan
11. Eternal Thrills

Nurses return with Dracula, the follow-up to their 2009 homemade psych gem Apple's Acre. Dracula is steeped in the strange pop brew that bore Apple's Acre, with the band's unmistakable elastic melodies, heady pop hooks and unconventional knack for catchy songwriting that gets under your skin. But where Apple's Acre was an insular album, recorded primarily in an attic in Idaho using just an internal Macbook microphone and primitive recording software, Dracula is bursting. It's bolder, heavier, with deep grooves, dubby basslines and a focus on rhythm. It's an album with pure physical qualities...www.musicdirect.com

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Ladybug Transistor - Clutching Stems


01. Clutching Stems
02. Light on the Narrow Gauge
03. Fallen and Falling
04. Ignore the Bell
05. Oh Christina
06. Caught Don’t Walk
07. Breaking Up on the Beat
08. Into the Strait
09. Hey Jack I’m on Fire
10. Life Less True

A member of the Ladybug Transistor appears only once in Our Noise: The Story of Merge Records, 2009's wonderfully engaging oral history of the North Carolina label. It's a candid photo of a party during Merge's 10th anniversary festivities, in 1999, and keyboard player Sasha Bell, who also plays and sings with Elephant Six-affiliated labelmates the Essex Green, stands among more than a dozen other revelers. She's facing away from the camera.

Brooklyn native Gary Olson and the rotating lineup of musicians that make up the Ladybug Transistor have been courting such brushes with indie almost-fame since the mid-1990s. They came closest with 1999's The Albermarle Sound, a model of psych-spangled, baroque-inclined indie pop. Bell left the band after 2003's fine self-titled album, which was recorded in Arizona rather than the band's usual Flatbush. And the Ladybug Transistor faced tragedy shortly before the release of 2007's disappointingly transitional Can't Wait Another Day, when they lost San Fadyl's steady drumming due to his death from an asthma attack.

Four years later, the Ladybug Transistor's seventh album (and sixth for Merge) brings together yet another iteration of the band's roster for a modest, pleasant indie-pop record. "Low-stakes" is a phrase that seems to come up a lot these days, but it's not quite right for Clutching Stems, a solid record that's stylistically as lush and rich as ever from this group-- this is the opposite of lo-fi, the antithesis of garage-rock. Still, as easy as it is to root for the Ladybug Transistor after all these years, and especially their more recent hardships, the songs themselves often blend together, and sometimes it can be hard to remember their particulars.

Clutching Stems steps back from the country and western direction hinted at on Can't Wait Another Day, and there's nothing here as jarring as the now-prescient sax solo from that album's opening "Always on the Telephone". Instead, the Ladybug Transistor's latest stays mostly in a safe but always comfortable cocoon of what could be called "classic indie pop": crisp drums, intimately mic'd acoustic guitars, chiming electric guitar riffs, autumnal keyboards, regal trumpet, and the gentle interplay between Olson's practiced baritone and guest Frida Eklund's soft harmonies. It's all rendered with appealing warmth and clarity. You could trace lines back to the Smiths, the Field Mice, and the Left Banke, or forward to Belle and Sebastian, Jens Lekman, the Lucksmiths, the Clientele, and the Radio Dept.

Trains, Brooklyn, beaches, and crumbling relationships populate many of the lyrics, which tend to be understated and erudite, rife with slant rhymes and unexpected line breaks. "Oh Christina" is fairly representative: After field-recorded noises of seagulls and a subway train's arrival at Brighton Beach, a delicately picked acoustic introduction gives way to subtle, sophisticated 60s pop, weighted with music references: "Can't you see it/ Was not me who believed that love will tear us apart." The title track takes the Metro-North rail line one-way toward regret ("stems" somehow rhymes with both "friends" and "flames"), "Light on the Narrow Gauge" neatly evokes the "dying light" it describes, and "Breaking Up on the Beat" is a stately, melancholy reflection set by the oceanside. "You know me, but not too well," Olson adds on another lonesome, midtempo contemplation, "Ignore the Bell". If only that were a little less true. Clutching Stems is a patient, exquisitely produced indie-pop record that never quite makes eye contact...www.pitchfork.com

Iron & Wine - Kiss Each Other Clean


01. Walking Far From Home
02. Me And Lazarus
03. Tree By The River
04. Monkeys Uptown
05. Half Moon
06. Rabbit Will Run
07. Godless Brother In Love
08. Big Burned Hand
09. Glad Man Singing
10. Your Fake Name Is Good Enough For Me

On 2007's The Shepherd's Dog, Sam Beam reinvented Iron & Wine, building out the whisper-quiet acoustic songs he'd made his name on into a strange and mysterious soundworld, using a full band and mastering the art of multitracking his own voice. It's tempting to think that the hard work was done there-- Beam established a new approach and made a great album in the process-- but Kiss Each Other Clean, the full-band follow-up, is in some ways even more ambitious than its predecessor. He's reaching in a few new directions here, pushing himself hard as a singer, and taking risks, some of which pan out and a few of which don't.

Broadly, Beam at this point is writing by far the most assertive melodies of his career. Not the best, necessarily, but the boldest and most forcefully phrased. Even the song that most clearly ties back to The Shepherd's Dog, album centerpiece "Rabbit Will Run", has a melody that's quite different from anything he's done before. "Rabbit Will Run" is an easy highlight-- the arrangement is fantastically detailed, driven by a heavily layered rhythm track that bubbles with hypnotic thumb piano, and balanced by sections where the rhythm drops out, leaving Beam's voice hovering over a strange mix of sounds that might be a chopped-up pan flute arranged into a loop. The guitar sounds like an old-fashioned modem. It's a weirdly intoxicating mix that exemplifies the imagination Beam brings to bear on his fuller sound-- he's not just putting some drums and bass behind his guitar and voice.

Some of his bolder decisions carry mixed results. Beam brings in a horn section on "Big Burned Hand" and "Your Fake Name Is Good Enough For Me", and it works well on the latter, the album's seven-minute closer. The horns are arranged loosely, responding a bit to the Tinariwen-ish guitar phrase that opens the song and pulling it into territory somewhere near Charles Mingus' "Haitian Fight Song". The horn scrum is nicely offset by Beam's layered, tight self-harmonies on the chorus, and it's also complemented by the ragged lead guitar part. On "Big Burned Hand", though, the honking sax is used as a device to try and make the song funky, and it's not a look Beam's really figured out yet-- it lumbers along for four minutes and is the one song where Beam's risks yield no reward.

The more elemental and important change, though, is how Beam sings these songs. On "Glad Man Singing", his voice is still a soft instrument, but he's really projecting, both on the lead and the backing harmonies he layers in behind himself. On "Me and Lazarus", he reverts to the unique whisper-plus-falsetto layering technique he perfected on The Shepherd's Dog and "Woman King", and as signature sounds go, it's a good one that sounds even more distinct when he contrasts it with the other approaches. There are places on the album where the mix of rhythm and electric piano reminds me of Still Crazy After All These Years-era Paul Simon, a writer whose scope is reminiscent of what Beam is now trying to bring to his work.

Kiss Each Other Clean isn't quite on the level of The Shepherd's Dog in terms of overall unity of vision. Oddly, even with Beam's generally bolder singing, it's also not quite as immediately striking. These songs are generally not the type to grab you right away, but there's enough mystery and melody there to call you back. It's an album that takes its time seeping in, and it's ultimately worth putting in the close listening that reveals its many details and delights...www.pitchfork.com

The Dø - Both Ways Open Jaws


1 Dust It Off
2 Gonna Be Sick!
3 The Wicked & the Blind
4 Too Insistent
5 Bohemian Dances
6 Smash Them All (Night Visitors)
7 Leo Leo
8 B.W.O.J.
9 Slippery Slope
10 The Calendar
11 Was It a Dream?
12 Quake, Moutain, Quake
13 Moon Mermaids
14. Open C (Bonus)
15. No Clue (Bonus)

There was a time where it wasn’t as uncommon for bands to be as mysterious as the French/Finish duo The Dø. jj is the last group I can think of where no one seemed to know much about them and it seemed impossible to discover more. This phenomenon is now surprising, considering the trend to know more about an artist before you actually hear their music than you know about your closest friends (Odd Future, James Blake). The internet has removed international boundaries and made it possible for you to hear the most random-ass garage rock from Tel Aviv or some lo fi recordings that sound like they were made with antiques. This makes us lucky, as some of the most rewarding music experiences come from left field.

But this almost short changes the experience that is The Dø’s Both Ways Open Jaws. It is not fringe music in sound. In fact, it is very much of the moment, sounding like it was cut from the same cloth as Lykke Li and Fever Ray. Yes, they are all Scandinavian acts with female vocals, but the comparison runs deeper, namely to the ability to combine dark and haunting numbers, regional sounds, cutting-edge arrangements and pop magic. Opener “Dust It Off” plays on all of these, layering a melody that sounds as cold as the Northern European climate over spare piano until the song nearly deconstructs on itself.

Of course, this wouldn’t work so well without a couple of key elements. For one, singer Olivia Merilahti’s vocal capabilities are one of the instant appeals of the album. “Gonna Be Sick!” brings out a primal growl in the bridge, “Too Insistent” goes from excellent to perfect when she jumps an octave before the second chorus, and “Slippery Slope” shows a mastery of both rhythm and band leading. Sure, she can sing a slow one, but when the music gets intense, her ability to captivate only grows.

Also key to the success of Both Ways Open Jaws is the songs’ base appeal. “Too Insistent” rides a melody that manages to be overwhelmingly catchy without seeming cheap. The horns and strings that come in the second chorus are the kind of homerun production choices that appear consistently throughout the record. However, “Too Insistent” stands out as being a perfect song on an album full of near-perfect songs.

“Bohemian Dances” is also a killer, building steadily on an ear-worm melody and clog-dancing beat. Listening to the record with headphones reveals a world of textures behind the song, though it can almost seem simple on the first take. The layered vocals and subtle blips and bleeps are the kind of touches that affect the listener without being obvious. It is restraint without being spare, and if there were ever a class to be taught on the subject, Both Ways Open Jaws would be the textbook.

And what is most amazing about this record is how different people’s reactions have seemed to be. People I’ve showed this album to have thrown around the names Grizzly Bear, The Knife, Arcade Fire, Joanna Newsom and Animal Collective just to name a few. The truth is that The Dø doesn’t really sound like anything else going on right now, but is just the next step in the evolution of fantastic musical art. It is just our tendency when we hear something amazing to equate it with other amazing things we have heard. When something this good finds you unexpectedly, really all you can do is play it for as many people as possible and watch it spread. Both Ways Open Jaws will strike you as both new sounding and classic, as both fresh and rooted in tradition. Most importantly, it will strike you as a treasure, and probably, as the best album you have heard in a long time...www.onethirtybpm.com

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin - Tape Club


01. The Clod and the Pebble
02. Let’s Get Tired
03. What’ll We Do (demo)
04. Song W + Song L
05. Sweet Owl
06. Spinning Sea
07. Tin Floor 51
08. Lower the Gas Prices, Howard Johnson
09. Go Upstairs
10. Bigger Than Yr Yard
11. Half-Awake (Deb)
12. Not Worth Fighting
13. New Day
14. Coming Through
15. Dead Right (Wilmington demo)
16. We Can Win Missouri
17. Same Speed
18. Cardinal Rules
19. Chili Cook-Off
20. Song 1000
21. Phantomwise (demo)
22. Back in the Saddle (demo)
23. Yellow Missing Signs
24. Letter Divine
25. Bended
26. Bastard of Rome


After releasing their third full-length album since 2005 with last August’s Let It Sway, Springfield, MO indie-pop rockers Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin are moving forward with their next effort by plumbing the depths of their impressive back catalog.

In stores in October, Tape Club is a 26-track effort comprised of the band’s favorite unreleased songs and hard-to-find material. The tracklist ranges from demo material from 2005′s first release, Broom, to more recent work with Chris Walla for the Let It Sway sessions. Check out the complete tracklist below.

The first track to surface from the compilation is “Yellow Missing Signs”, which is streaming below. It’s your standard bubbly, ’80s-inspired SSLYBY synthpop, but with decidedly darker lyrical content about trouble in a small town...www.consequenceofsound.net

Friday, August 19, 2011

I Break Horses - Hearts


01. Winter Beats
02. Hearts
03. Wired
04. I Kill Your Love, Baby!
05. Pulse
06. Cancer
07. Load Your Eyes
08. Empty Bottles
09. No Way Outro

I Break Horses, aka Maria Lindén, hails from Sweden but, unlike most Swedish female singers that appear on this blog, she doesn't make slightly left-of-centre pop music à la Robyn. Instead, hers is a sound in thrall to the shoegaze genre, sounding at times like a one woman Radio Dept (her other influences are listed as Slowdive, Cocteau Twins and Ride). Hearts is the perfect compromise between aggressive and romantic – Lindén's sultry, hushed voice swarmed by a groundswell of effects-laden guitars, simple drum patterns and an almost overwhelming sense of beautiful resignation. Hearts precedes three singles that will arrive before the as-yet-untitled album due by the end of the year, each released on 12" and featuring remixes from the likes of the Chemical Brothers, Fuck Buttons and Star Slinger...www.guardian.co.uk

Monday, August 15, 2011

Jebediah - Kosciuszko (Deluxe Edition)


CD1
01. Lost My Nerve
02. Oxygen
03. She's Like A Comet
04. To Your Door
05. Control
06. Under Your Bed
07. Battlesong
08. Freakin' Out
09. The Lash
10. High (Horse)
11. Are We OK?

CD2
01. More Alone
02. Patty Powell
03. Harpoon (Acoustic)
04. Yesterday When I Was Brave (Acoustic)
05. Feet Touch The Ground (Acoustic)
06. Teflon (Live In Manchester)

Opener and first single Lost My Nerve is the perfect kick-off as it resounds with original fans eager to hear one of Australia’s most eminent pop-rock bands create familiar sounds swathed in nostalgia. However, newer, and presumably younger, fans will be roused and attracted to the searing rock ‘n’ roll that collapses into a heady two-minute-long guitar freak-out. Oxygen is next with a rock-y intro that’s really just a face for a pop song complete with catchy hooks. Album highlight She’s Like A Comet follows; its chilled-out reverence to the subject of the song is sweet, with earnest lyrics and a danceable tune.


In contrast, To Your Door is slower with more eccentric instrumentation and rhythm, which is less fun-inspiring than She’s Like A Comet but necessary to ensure differing paces and interest for a cohesive album. However, the following track, Control, is the standout on the album. It’s musically light, breezy and summery and lyrically optimistic and positive towards the beginning. But, halfway through, grunge takes hold and the song is propelled to a darker, more powerful place as singer Kevin Mitchell (Bob Evans in another life) yearns: “I kicked my plans to the side of the road / I wanna live more but I can’t let go / I wanna live more, more than before,” and asks “where do I go now? / Because I don’t wanna be in control.” It’s songs like these that made Jebediah so popular in their heyday – rock songs with enough pop elements to appease the masses, but without ‘selling out’ to tackiness and commercial styling, which proved to be a common fate for comparable bands of their generation.


Similarly, Battlesong implements a classic slow-rock structure, which could easily be heard-it-all-before boring. But drummer Brett Mitchell’s use of traditional military percussion rhythms (appropriate, considering the song’s theme) and a Jebediah midas pop touch prevent this dire fate. The following Freakin’ Out sparks things up as well. Driving percussion, emotive lyrics and a red-hot, hard-hitting intro make this a fine example of Jebediah’s ability to write songs that are both a complex, lyrical narrative and simply a damn good pop song.


High (Horse) is another standout on the album. Its verses are sparse, highlighting Mitchell’s voice (which is really good) and its choruses are a frenzy of fast drumming and loud guitar flourishes. But, closer Are We OK? really hits home. The delicate intro is the first sign of restraint on this otherwise dynamic album and is beautiful in all its sensitive glory. Mitchell sings with a certain reminiscence, Chris Daymond’s hazy guitars are strung out and willowy while Vanessa Thornton’s deftly applied, barely-there bass provides enough depth to prevent shallowness, but doesn’t overshadow the other subtle instrumentation.



Ultimately, Kosciuszko is a successful return for Jebediah. Hopefully, and deservedly, fans will be salivating to get their sweaty hands on a copy, propelled by the huge amount of radio airplay of the singles. However, now they’re back on the horse, I hope the wait for a follow up is nowhere near as long as this one. The anticipation will be life threatening...www.beat.com.au

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Baxter Dury – Happy Soup


01. Isabel
02. Claire
03. Leak At The Disco
04. Afternoon
05. Happy Soup
06. Trellic
07. Picnic On The Edge
08. Hotel In Brixton
09. The Sun
10. Trophies

Although Baxter Dury's half-mumbled cockney narratives are naturally reminiscent of his late father, Ian Dury's Blockheads blended punk, R&B and music hall, whereas his son's third and album is full of terrific, understated, dry, post-modern, electro-tinged pop songs. The zippy melodies recall Blur's Graham Coxon, and the sparseness of the xx or Young Marble Giants. With observational talent in his genes, Dury relates semi-autobiographical tales of doomed holiday romances and unwanted children, set in the deliberately mundane settings of "cheesy discos" and seaside towns filled with "undesirables". He has crafted these songs with wonderful detail – Madelaine Hart's ghostly backing vocals, the way the deadpan organ drones away as lives fall apart, and drily funny lyrics ("I waited for her like an oil spillage"… "that night I let down your tyres"). Picnic On the Edge nods most to Dury Sr in the What a Waste-type vocals, but the deranged solos and psychotic narratives suggest the flowering of an individual talent...www.guardian.co.uk