PLAYLIST: 18 Essential Halloween Songs

If the theme songs from X-Files and The Twilight Zone or repeated plays of “Monster Bash” and “Thriller” aren’t quite getting you in the mood for Halloween, have no fear (see what I did there?).  AudioFemme has compiled a list of the creepiest choruses and bone-chilling ballads, guaranteed to spookify your Spotify and haunt your headphones all season long.

1. Cat Power – Werewolf: At the crux of all lycanthropic legend is the intense pain experienced in the transformation from human to monster.  Sometimes the focus is on the excruciating physical changes – teeth and claws elongate, fur bursts flesh, etc. but the poignancy in the myth is the loss of control to the whims of the full moon and the bloodlust it brings to even the most timid changelings.  Chan Marshall’s baleful crooning and the spidery strings that anchor this romantic re-imagining of age-old folklore are the perfect expression of the mutant’s pain.

2. The Cramps – I Was A Teenage Werewolf:  Lux Interior and Poison Ivy made a name for themselves and their band by referencing horror and sci-fi iconography in many of their songs, and this jam is the quintessential piece of theatrical surf-rock that put their sound on the map.  Named for the 1957 movie starring Michael Landon (in which psychological experiments turn a troubled teen into something more sinister), the desperation this track captures is not just that of the werewolf’s plight, but that of being a teenager as well.  No one even tries to intervene with the wild mood swings and violent outbursts of our protagonist despite his begging cries.  And who can blame them – have you been near a high school around 3PM?  Teenagers: more frightening than werewolves.

3. Thee Oh Sees – Night Crawler: Thee Oh Sees are a band that love to infuse their raucous punk-rock with gruesome imagery and a dash of creepy vibes.  The towering guitar squall, futuristic synths and distorted vocals on this track, from this year’s excellent Floating Coffin LP, make me feel like I can see and hear in monster-vision as I prowl through the city at odd hours, deformed by toxic slime, just… you know… looking for a little love.

4. Misfits – Skulls: The 80’s horror punk crew took cranium collection to a whole new level with this quintessential anthem.  We don’t know why Glenn Danzig wants our skulls (or the skulls of little girls) nor do we know how they’ll be affixed to Danzig’s wall (has he commissioned and built a special shelving unit? Will the bone fragments be assembled haphazardly to his cracked plaster?) except to say this: he is a demon and bathes in the blood of decapitated bodies.  Demons just need skulls, okay?

5. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – Red Right Hand: The king of murder ballads outdid himself with this one.  It’s essentially a tale of a mysterious stranger whose all-encompassing power seems culled from malevolent sources; he can get you what you want, but it may cost you your soul.  Nick Cave’s warnings are snarled over loungey organ, orchestra hits, crackling percussion, and even some musical saw, making it an indelible Halloween staple that sounds like no other.  But it truly endures because of the intrigue of the elusive man with the red right hand.  Like Nick Cave himself, he’s a ghost, he’s a God, he’s a man, he’s a guru.

6. Liars – Broken Witch: Angus Andrew chants the word blood over and over again and incites what sounds an awful lot like some kind of Satanic spell with horses and bears and stuff.  From 2004’s brilliant Salem witch trials themed concept record They Were Wrong So We Drowned, a record which you should probably play in its entirety every October if you are not already in the habit of just listening to it all the time, like I did back in college.  See also: “There’s Always Room On The Broom” if you’re having an actual dance party.

7. Donovan – Season of the Witch: In 1967, Donovan was busy shedding his folksy reputation for a more eclectic one, which drew on styles as disparate as calypso and psychedelica.  On the latter end of those explorations, we have classic psychedelic jam “Season of the Witch”, a song about shifting identities and the strangeness of human personality.  When you break it down, the song is really about adopting identities and how in turn that makes all of us changeable, as though under a spell.  And while that doesn’t have anything to do with Halloween directly, it’s easy enough to apply to your experience costume shopping at Ricky’s.

8. Talking Heads – Psycho Killer:  Here’s the thing about serial killers: you don’t ever really know why they do what they do.  In general, their murderous sprees seem to stem from a deep hatred of the human race and complete lack of regard for life or personhood.  That’s what makes them psychotic.  You don’t have to understand French to get where David Byrne is going with this 1977 anthem that flips the point of view to that of a killer who at the beginning of the song just seems like he needs a little rest and maybe some Lexapro, and increasingly spazzes out until he’s ending lives left and right and reveling in the glory of it.  With misanthropes like these, it’s best just to let them be.  And with bass lines like this, it’s best to dance like the psycho you’ll hopefully never become.

9. Wooden Wand and the Vanishing Voice – Genesis Joplin: So you want to join a coven?  Well you’re gonna have to dance around with minotaurs and stuff.  A bunch of devils are gonna wake you up in the middle of the night and draw weird stuff all over you (probably in blood).  And then maybe you’ll write a super-chill a cappella jam about it, with just a little sparse percussion to back your possessed howls, but you don’t really have to if you don’t want to because Wooden Wand has you covered.  James Jackson Toth’s now ex-wife Jessica sings this one and her voice sounds as smokey and witchy as it needs to sound to pull off poetry that could’ve been ripped from a page out of the Necronomicon.

10. Girls – Ghost Mouth: Christopher Owens has here cast himself as the loneliest, saddest spirit left behind, trying to get to Heaven.  It’s probably a metaphor for simply feeling like a ghost, but actually being a ghost is probably also as sad and confusing as Owens’ living, breathing existence.

11. Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffitti – Creepshow: Seedy and weird as only early Ariel Pink can be, this track seethes with macabre laughter, horror-movie samples, pornographic squeals, and stalker-inspired lyrics droned in low octaves.  It perfectly captures the sleaziness of dressing up like a “sexy” version of something only to find yourself in the wrong part of town, whisked into a dilapidated theater for a slasher flick you can’t be sure the actors actually survived.

12. Echo & The Bunnymen – The Killing Moon: Who doesn’t love this song?  The kind of person you slay as a sacrifice to the Lunar God, that’s who.

13. The Microphones – Headless Horseman: Phil Elverum’s acoustic ballad about the the Headless Horseman’s painful transition from “mighty human man” to terrifying monster is an extended metaphor for loss and shifting perceptions in relationships.  But he’s certainly got an admirable knack for making lines like “I walked aimlessly around with a flaming pumpkin head” sound pretty and melancholic instead of ridiculous.  Maybe Danzig will let him borrow one of those skulls he’s been so fervently collecting?

14. The Luyas – Channeling: Montreal band The Luyas wrote most of this record after the sudden death of a close friend and even give credit to “the ghost” in its liner notes; “Channeling” is a seancing song wherein Jessie Stein invites specters to make a host of her.  She makes contact through the repetition of the spirit’s name and in trying to hear the key of its voice, promising “I will let you disappear / so long, so long / But I’m giving you my ear / come play your song / if you’d like to stay a while / this way, this way / You can use my body now / To play, to play”.  As someone who’s never been able to say “Bloody Mary” in front of a bathroom mirror even once, I have to admire the bravery of that invitation.

15. Timber Timbre – Demon Host:  It might not keep the Halloween dance party going, but this acoustic gem pits Taylor Kirk’s haunted wails against questions about spirituality and the nature of death.  Instead of trickery, we’re treated to gorgeous imagery over quietly strummed guitars that burst into lush, ghostly chorales and twinkling piano.  It’s right at home on the band’s 2009 self-titled album, which features several tracks with still creepier vibes – so much so the band made the album available to fans for free on Halloween the year of its release.

16. Tu Fawning – Multiply A House: Swooning trumpets and startling vocals are only the beginning of this moody murder ballad; the lyrics are darker than a black cat at midnight.  Over a deliberate drumbeat, vocalist Corinna Repp sings about sinking bodies and being haunted by houses.  Hollowed-out flutes lend atmospherics toward the end of the track, as Repp coos “you’ll be the only one on the hill alive.” Listening to this is like Cliff’s Notes for reading House of Leaves.

17. Wymond Miles – The Thirst:  Against a thudding bassline and immediate guitars tinged with new-wave tropes, Wymond Mile’s plaintive vocals relate what could be a vampiric love story: “Death’s kiss upon your lips, a gentle curse / teach me tonight what that spell is worth” he pleads during the second verse.  The choruses are spattered with mentions of pale bodies and the moon and death and fire and the song unfurls anthemic from those reference points.  It’s too dark for the Twilight saga, but might be right at home on the soundtrack for Xan Cassavete’s excellent Kiss of the Damned.

18. Kanye West – Monster: As much as I really wanted to put “Werewolf Barmitzvah” on this list, the final spot goes to Kanye’s beastly boasting on this single from My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy.  Dark, twisted, and beautiful, yes, with a terrifying music video to match, this song features all-star guest appearances from Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj, and Rick Ross, all of whom bring the movie-monster metaphors into heavy play.

ALBUM REVIEW: Mutual Benefit “Love’s Crushing Diamond”

12 Jacket (3mm Spine) [fusion_builder_container hundred_percent=In reading the title Love’s Crushing Diamond, one might expect to hear an album full of screeching metalheads lamenting their mistakes in love. Mutual Benefit’s release is quite the opposite. It is flowy and ethereal and light-as-air and takes the listener on a journey alongside singer Jordan Lee as he sweetly explains his views on life and love.

From the opening track, Lee sets the tone of what to expect: “Strong River” is introduced with the sound of chimes blown together by the wind as the music wanes in and out with various string and woodwind instruments. Lee doesn’t sing until near the end, and when he does, it’s in a calming and soft — albeit a bit shaky — voice. That shakiness only adds to the charm of Lee’s well composed pieces. Lee has admitted to have created some of his earlier music during times when he was under the influence of psychedelics; and while this album has a psychedelic touch to it, it’s equally polished and exemplifies Lee’s professionalism and positive spirit that has evolved since he began making music.

Lee’s lyrics compliment the comforting sound of the instruments. They are overwhelmingly positive, which is pretty rare to come across when delivered in such a soft manner. In “Golden Wake,” he croons, “We weren’t made to be this way/ we weren’t made to be afraid,” after talking about quitting his job and the way his mind wanders. He then sings of his head and heart joining together to destroy the hold time has on him. Later, in “Let’s Play/ Statue of a Man,” he sings, “There’s always love, even when you think there’s none to give.” Comforting and motivational.

Album standout “Advanced Falconry” consists of the same flowy style as other tracks, but seems to offer a little bit more than the rest, with grand, swelling violins opening the track and plucky banjo and percussion providing support. He sings about a girl who seems to be out of his reach, but he doesn’t mind. He’s content to simply listen to her talk, although he can’t make out what she’s saying.

Many of the tracks feature a female vocalist joining Lee for sweet harmonies. On “The Light That’s Blinding,” they are also accompanied by piano, the addition of which contributes a distinct melody that gives it a different feel overall, while maintaining  the calming style prominent on other tracks.  Almost every song begins with an instrumental section, which makes for a nice introduction, keeping the flow and providing continuity from track to track, as if no more or no fewer songs are needed.

Closing track, “Strong Swimmer” channels the ocean and waxes metaphorical about overcoming rough waves. Lee previously dedicated a six-track album to the sea, but this song still sounds fresh and admiring of the powerful natural element.

Lee wants to celebrate the mystery and joy that is life, and does it well through this collection of calm, yet upbeat tracks. In a time when synth-heavy music seems to prevail and abound, it is a nice break to hear Lee’s multi-instrumental styling.

Listen to Mutual Benefit’s “Let’s Play/Statue Of A Man” here, via Soundcloud:

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ALBUM REVIEW: Our Solar System’s Vårt Solsystem

OSS_Press_photoOur Solar System describe themselves as “a floating crowd of people, where everyone who wants to be part of creating within these cosmic frames is welcome.” That’s about as specific as they get, but we do know the newly formed Swedish music collective includes ten musicians hailing from other Swedish bands like Dungen and Life on Earth!. Their debut album, released Oct. 29 on NYC label Beyond Beyond is Beyond, is a compelling piece of concept art, composed around the artists’ thoughts and feelings about—you guessed it—our solar system. Vårt Solsystem is a pretty short album, with the ten tracks (each representing a planet, but also including the asteroid belt and Pluto) clocking in at a little over 45 minutes long.

The prerequisite with Vårt Solsystem, which was recorded live over the span of two nights in Stockholm, is to listen to it all the way through with no interruptions. All of the tracks lead seamlessly into one another, creating the sense that this is all one whirlwind journey through space—some kind of quick guided tour that stops at each planet for photo ops and bathroom breaks. The first track (and the first stop on our tour), “Merkurius,” bursts open like the big bang itself, spilling out a frenzied blend of flute, bass, drums, and keyboard effects (to name a few of the main players) that quickly coagulate into a fast-paced rhythm perfect for take off.

“Venus” has a very interstellar sound, stripped down but volatile, tranquil and suspenseful at the same time, which I would think is a pretty accurate portrayal of what traveling through space might feel like. We then come to “Jorden”—Earth—which is the shortest track on the record, comprised solely of an amalgam of voices, some speaking emphatically (“JUST LEAVE!”) and others softly singing (“Are you lonesome tonight…”). The two minutes of poetic white noise give you just enough time to picture our little Earth as if from afar and wonder what each of its billions of inhabitants are doing at that exact moment.

According to their bio, Our Solar System perform their shows “in identical outfits adorned with planetary symbols to highlight the concept’s power over the individual.” That sounds pretty zany but once you get into this album, you begin to realize that the “concept’s power” is for real. For me, the moment of realization came right after “Jorden” and before “Mars,” a chaotic and heavy concoction with a slight Jimi Hendrix tincture. The five-minute-long track comes to an off-putting end, though, as cooing voices become a little frightened and then become high pitched, panicked shrieks. Mars sounds like a straight up scary planet, which is made more apparent when contrasted with the subsequent, minimalist, and quintessentially alien-sounding track, “Asteroidbältet.”

Next are the two longest tracks, “Jupiter” and “Saturnus.” The former is a bass heavy, hazy number—appropriate for a planet that’s perpetually cloudy and tempestuous. “Saturnus,” on the other hand, begins seductively, with a smooth, female voice ooh-ing and aah-ing, but as the song progresses the voice takes on a weary quality and the instrumentals become frantic and overwhelming.

The trip continues with “Uranus,” a very Sigur Ros-esque, melancholy affair replete with wailing violins, subdued electric guitar, and a celestial choir of female voices. This leads into “Neptunus,” which first lulls you into a sense of happy serenity, as if you’re floating through a stream of stars, before picking up into a ‘90s alt-rock jam along the lines of Yo La Tengo (except with some weird, psychedelic chanting thrown in for good measure).

The last three minutes are reserved for Pluto, but they’re really just a rather vacant outtro with a few extraterrestrial sound effects. It serves its purpose, though, of making a smooth transition back to reality, kind of like when a hypnotist tells his subject that they will wake up at the snap of his fingers, feeling oddly calm and refreshed. You might come out of Vårt Solsystem in a similar, subtle daze, but only if you take the time to delve into the album and commit yourself to the ride. I think you’ll find it’s worth it.

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ALBUM REVIEW: Arcade Fire “Reflektor”

Despite conspicuously broadening the instrumental range of their albums and going through a battalion of members since the outset of its career, Arcade Fire has retained many of the themes that defined Funeral, the band’s first album, just over nine years ago. Reflektor–which came out on October 29th, 2013–features churning, string-heavy verses that build up to high-energy choruses, overachieving lyrical themes, and a general sense of bleakness juxtaposed with lush, orchestral instrumentation–all hallmarks of Arcade Fire’s previous work. In addition to this, though, Reflektor dials the role of electronic instruments way up on this album and brings the drum beat further into the foreground, creating a kind of driving pulse to back nearly every track.

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Die-hard Arcade Fire traditionalists, fear not. All changes work in service to the band’s sound. By trading out some of their former graininess in favor of strong, eighties-inspired beats on tracks like “We Exist,” Arcade Fire heightens the drama behind devastating, cyclical chants–“You’re down on your knees, begging us please, praying we don’t exist/But we exist. We exist. We exist”–and adds an epic, mythical quality to  the anxiety that’s always been behind the group’s songs. Arcade Fire seems to have achieved, with this album, a more expansive take on instrumentation, and they’re operating with every tool they’ve got.

Canadian husband-and-wife duo Win Butler and Régine Chassagne, the two founding members of Arcade Fire still in the band, continue to sing duet on many of the tracks of this album. Their call-and-response style provides a familiarity that’s even more satisfying after listening to the farther-out passages of Reflektor. David Bowie–who also put out a new album in 2013– lightly graces the album’s title track with his vocal stylings, amping up the album’s grandness. The theatrics aren’t disconcerting; they feel like the logical result of Arcade Fire’s career up to this point.

Does the album feel, at any point, over-doctored? Well, with any band that’s seen this many members, there’s a case for the too-many-cooks-in-the-kitchen argument. Many styles appear on this album, interweave, stop on a dime and melt into each other. There’s a lot going on here. But all ends of the spectrum are fully explored, every idea gets sussed out and masterfully articulated. The hypnotic final track, “Supersymmetry,” lives up to its name with an elegant and ambient chorus of strings and electronic instruments, perfectly balanced and weaving benevolently around each other. The last artist I can think of to put forth this kind of ambition in a record, and to pull together so many disparate styles and negotiate them into harmony with each other, is Kanye West on his 2013 album Yeezus.

There’s an example of the kind of balance I mean right at the beginning of “Here Comes The Night Time,” the first thirty seconds of which alone are worth the price of the album. The song begins with the ambient sounds of people talking, maybe somebody kind of half-heartedly playing a drum beat far away. Then, the real drum beat kicks in, and the track immediately jumps from kind of a lazy ambivalence into frenetic, siren-wailing, powerhouse rock and roll. Then, not fifteen seconds later, everything kind of slows and backslides into a sultry, bass-heavy rhythm that takes us into the first verse. It’s one of the many airtight phrases on Reflektor, flawlessly coordinated and immediately engaging.

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SHOW REVIEW: Jacco Gardner at Death By Audio

There was a brief period of time when some friends of mine were trying to get me to move to Chapel Hill, NC.  We took a little road trip out that way to check out the tri-boro area and I remember stopping at this record store that had all these great British psych-folk records from the late sixties and I was so overwhelmed that all I could do was buy a couple comps with the most obscure-sounding bands in the tracklist I could find because hey, we’ve all got to start somewhere.

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Jacco Gardner at Death By Audio

Listening to Amsterdam’s Jacco Gardner feels something like getting those records home and and onto a turntable for the first time.  Like I’ve discovered something precious and mysterious, like I wandered too far into the wood at twilight and magical things have started to happen. The band recently wrapped up their second US Tour at Death By Audio to a very enthusiastic audience (I overheard a guy in a leather jacket and gold chains compare them to Love with the addendum that “that’s one of the best compliments I could give a band”).

On Gardner’s debut LP Cabinet of Curiosities (available now from Trouble In Mind Records), he’s credited as producer and multi-instrumentalist.  On stage he minds the keyboards and synths, with help from Jos van Tol on drums, Keez Groenteman on guitar, and Jasper Verhulst on bass.  The boys are in their mid-twenties but have the look of a still more youthful band, sweetly thanking the crowd after the applause faded, with a special nod to their booking agent; Gardner gushed in his bashful Dutch accent “This tour has been the best time of my life”.

The timeless sort of tunes that Jacco Gardner plays aren’t throwbacks so much as visits to a completely different era.  The sound is so perfectly distilled and replicated it’s a task to remember your exact position in space and time with all the fanciful lyrics and lilting guitars and frolicking harpsichords washing over you.  That Gardner is able to stitch together such whimsical narratives without losing his vision in pastiche is one remarkable feat, and he’s accomplished quite another in translating that so skillfully to live performance.  Gardner will return to the states sometime in the spring, likely with new material; in the meantime, you can stream Cabinet of Curiosities on bandcamp.  Personally, I felt compelled to grab a copy on vinyl – I’m saving it for a rainy day when I need to be utterly transported.

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Photo Set: AF X CMJ @ Spike Hill

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Photos by Kate Branom for AudioFemme.

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LIVE REVIEW: Kurt Vile & The Violators @ Terminal 5

Kurt VilePhiladelphia native Kurt Vile (and his touring band, The Violators) drew in a large crowd for his Friday night show at Terminal 5. Vile plans to begin touring extensively across the US and Europe for the remainder of the year  in support of his most recent album, Wakin on a Pretty Daze, released earlier this year through Matador Records. The bill also included Lee Ranaldo and The Dust–consisting of Sonic Youth’s guitar virtuoso, Lee Ranaldo and drummer Steve Shelley–and Brooklyn indie band Beach Fossils.

Vile, who has been a musician since the age of 14, has cited lo-fi legends like Pavement and Tom Petty as some of his major influences. Wakin on a Pretty Daze (Vile’s 5th studio album) has received much acclamation and has been referred to as his most musically solid work to date.

Beach Fossils took the stage first, opening with material off of Clash The Truth, including the dreamy, new-wave song “Generational Synthetic” Joy Division-like post-punk “Shallow,” and the lighter indie-pop melody entitled “Careless.”

Fellow Matador labelmates Lee Ranaldo and The Dust followed, bringing forth material from their most recent work, Between The Time and The Tides. Songs such as “Xtina as I Knew Her” and “Fire Island (phases)” exhibited Ranaldo’s desire to drift away from his signature experimental work in Sonic Youth, and instead hinted a number of 60’s rock influences, such as the Grateful Dead and the blues rock band, Hot Tuna.

The setlist for Kurt Vile and The Violators mostly included material from the Vile’s last three albums. The band started off with the 9 minute opener “Wakin on A Pretty Day,” Vile’s face buried underneath his infamous mangled, brown hair, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ before following with the drowsy tune “Jesus Fever”  from 2011’s Smoke Ring for My Halo. Vile then resumed performing material off of Wakin on a Pretty Daze, such as the droning indie-psych single “Never Run Away,” as well as the Petty-esque “KV Crimes” and the bouncier “Was All Talk”, the background instrumentals slightly reminiscent of 80’s pop. Vile took a moment to perform a couple of acoustic songs–including the fan favorite “Peeping Tomboy”– while sitting on a tie-dye blanket draped couch near the corner of the stage. The lights throughout the venue dimmed, save for the spotlight focused on him. Vile resumed alongside The Violators after a couple of technical difficulties (“We’re sorry, this is a very blue-collar production we have here” he mumbled jokingly), playing a couple songs (“Hunchback,” “Freak Train”)  off of Childish Prodigy, and was greeted with much enthusiasm.

Though some may argue that Wakin on a Pretty Daze greatly differs from Kurt Vile’s earlier material, there is no doubt that he and his now semi-permanent touring band have the potential to enrapture audiences through live performance.  Kurt Vile and The Violators offer a truly innovative type of psychedelic, lo-fi that will keep ardent listeners talking for years to come.

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LIVE REVIEW: Julia Easterlin @ Rockwood

JuliaE2There is this beyond pleasant girl walking in with a harp twice her size, resting on her back. I notice a harmonious, peaceful aura surrounding her as she effortlessly sets up her at Rockwood Music Hall’s Stage 1. This is Georgia’s finest peach–Julia Easterlin, far from an immigrant to the New York scene. She has a bona fide fan base. Brooklyn loves her. YouTube loves her. Ironically, beforehand I noticed her manager was briefly stressed, anxious she might not make her CMJ slot. Followed by a relieving “She’s here!” tranquility is restored. Her music isn’t noisy or boisterous but she keeps you on your toes. Opening with her matchless, “Vestiges,” instant marvel is flowing through the room. She snaps her fingers, and makes little rings and echos with her throat then loops to create a stupendous sound. No one is pushing through the crowd to get a drink at the bar and even the cocktail waitress is having trouble braiding between guests. Everyone’s eyes are solely on Julia. She proceeds by giving Black Francis a run for his money with an electrifying “Hold My Bones” cover. Again, she uses her unique vocal loops to create her own musical anatomy. The party’s admired “Whiskey Song” and “Eyes On the Prize” follow. No matter how intimate her performance was, there was an explosive tension of people just wanting to capture a piece of Julia. Not an isolated soul was sipping on a straw, rather we were vibrating with her and her loop station. If you missed her CMJ performance, please don’t torment yourself or helplessly watch her videos on repeat. Julia Easterlin is bunking for the fall and will be around for three more performances including Brooklyn’s psychotropic finest, The Glasslands Gallery.

Listen to Julia Easterlin’s “Unison”, here via Soundcloud:
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VIDEO RELEASE: Alligator Indian, “Revar Yu Drœm”

Alligator IndianHalloween has mostly come to represent cheesy thrills and mild scares, but this is actually pretty freaky. The new Alligator Indian video for “Revar Yu Drœm,” off of their September EP “More Songs About Animals and TV,” is the stuff of really trippy nightmares—it even has a homemade look to give it that Blair Witch-esque feel. The bizarre video includes quick and abrupt cuts from one shot to another (clips of dogs, cats, birds, and creepy crawly insects are juxtaposed with images of old and broken TVs) but mostly comprises alternating shots of two separate dancers in ski mask-like face coverings performing an eery choreography in the middle of a dark field. The sinister ending really puts the cherry on top of the whole, weird thing, but I won’t spoil it for you. Watch the video for “Revar Yu Drœm” below.

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TRACK OF THE WEEK 10/28/13: Angel Haze “Same Love” Freestyle

Angel-HazeWhile we applaud anyone who champions equality, understanding, and empathy, we’ve never really been able to get behind Macklemore & Ryan Lewis’s “Same Love” – not because we disagree with its message, but rather because it’s got about fifth-grade level comprehension of LGBQT struggle.  Macklemore’s struggle ended when his mom explained to him that he liked girls; he did the “math” and agreed.  Then he became an ally and MTV lavished him with praise and awards.

Angel Haze, on the other hand, says that her mother knew she “wasn’t straight” at age thirteen and locked her away for two years.  And in 2013, she starts off a freestyle about it chuckling, but admitting that she’s still scared to call her mom out on that knee-jerk reaction so many years ago, in which she told her daughter she’d “burn in hell or probably die of AIDS”.

Angel Haze’s “Same Love” freestyle is part of a series of thirty brilliant reworkings, posted almost daily to her soundcloud and leading up to the release of her highly anticipated debut record Dirty Gold.  She’s tackled Kendrick Lamar, Jay-Z, Drake and Kanye, her brilliant rhymes and staccato flow putting the originals to shame.  But “Same Love” is a nuclear bomb in terms of its content.  The partly personal narrative lends an authenticity to the rallying call that it’s okay to love whomever you love in a way that Macklemore’s track couldn’t touch, and from there Angel Haze launches herself into patron sainthood for misunderstood pansexuals.

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From the declaration “So I stand for the boy who’ll die by his hand to the sound of his father screamin’ woman loves man” to her laundry list of shout outs toward the end of the track (“Here’s to bullies because beatings cannot last forever / Here’s to the moment that you realize things do get better”), Angel Haze takes absolutely no prisoners.  But the most poignant verses come in a less fierce moment; you can feel her searching not just for the right words but for a way to define the undefinable – a fluid sense of self (and of sexuality) that labels don’t quite stick to.

I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday

And tonight I’ll only borrow pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow

No I’m not gay, no I’m not straight and I sure as hell am not bisexual dammit

I am whoever I am when I am it

This kind of nuanced exploration of sexual identity has rarely if ever been represented in hip-hop; pop has its campy Katy Perry girl-kissing anthems that make fluid sexuality seem like some sexed-up joke.  But what Angel Haze lays out with refreshing clarity is that we’re all making an attempt to meet our truest selves, and her hope for each listener is that nothing stands in the way of that.  She warns us that there will be those who attempt to impose meaningless labels on our sense of identity at the very least, and at the worst there will be those who want to see us suffer for who we are.  But she reminds us at the end of the track that “We all feel love, we feel it the same” and signs off “Here’s to love, here’s to change”.

Any mother should be proud of a daughter with a message like that.

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EP REVIEW: IOLA

IOLA2Brooklyn-based quartet Iola recently released their four-track self-titled EP, and I have to say it’s a solid collection of songs. The band’s sound is consistent throughout, and it possesses no distinguishing feature anyone could dislike. That being said, it ventures on the safe side of new music, but I’d rather listen to a good, safe record than an awful, experimental one.

My favorite track is the EP’s opener, “Nikwasi.” This song has the most depth musically, with an undulating surf-western twang that reminds me of a bit of Jesse Sykes And The Sweet Hereafter. The vocals are sweet and curt; female lead vocalist Carey Sveen has a bizarrely familiar voice. I can’t quite put my finger on who she sounds like, but Nina Persson of The Cardigans comes to mind. The tension between that eerie western haze and Sveen’s naive voice is what makes the song for me. I’m also partial to its thumping tempo, which mimics the pace you imagine Sveen stepping along to as she sings:

“I walk in a circle away from you, away from you, away from you.”

Track two, “Leiligheten,” is a bit less ominous sounding than “Nickwasi.” It’s more on the dream-pop side, sweetly lamenting a one night stand.  It has this nostalgic sound to it, almost like a middle school slow-dance ballad. “El Trueno” is the EP’s most surf-influenced song. It maintains the band’s conflict between sugar and gin with a peppy verse and a foreboding chorus. I appreciate Iola’s ability to retain consistent qualities without being gimmicky. It seems as though the band has put a lot of consideration in creating songs that are pleasant at the start and bitter at the finish.

The final song on the record, “McRae,” is admittedly my least favorite. It’s not bad by any means, just a bit generic. It fades out with an anthemic sing along that’s a little too Edward Sharpe/Of Monsters And Men for my liking. It does, however, stick to that characteristic tension: it’s a very “nice” song, but lyrically it is rather “not nice”:

“jail’s nice and empty//but the meth’s started cooking// teeth already falling from our heads”

There aren’t a lot of bands delivering lines about crystal meth from the lips of a waif-y blonde girl, so you have to give Iola that at the very least.

They’re a local band, so if you’re in the neighborhood, check ’em out.

Listen to “Nikwasi” here, via Soundcloud

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LIVE REVIEW: Toro y Moi @ Terminal 5

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Typically, listening to music is a personal experience. Many of us walk around with our headphones in our ears, allowing our music of choice to affect us personally, whether we use it to transport ourselves into a safety zone while riding the subway or to pump us up as a soundtrack for exercise or countless other situations. Mostly, it’s just you and the music. Attending a concert is, in its nature, an experience where you open up that environment to others, where it is not you alone with the artist, but a group of people experiencing the same music in their own personal way. This affects the way you think about that music, whether positively or negatively. You could have a great experience watching a mediocre show or a bad experience watching a great show, depending on the environment. While it’s not necessarily the top influence, it’s certainly a contributing factor. The environment at Terminal 5 for Toro y Moi’s concert sadly had a negative effect on my view of the live show.

Attending a concert at Terminal 5 for the first time provided an experience itself. For some reason, I had pictured a bigger venue in my mind beforehand, but accepted the space as it was. Not a problem. As The Sea and Cake walked onstage, the crowd continued to grow in anticipation of the main show, Toro y Moi. The Sea and Cake’s live performance lacked luster. In short, it was a group of middle-aged men playing the music they recorded. Very minimal communication with the crowd, very minimal energy from the band and very minimal interest from the audience. The band’s sound is slow-burn rock that, while nice to listen to on an album, is very different translated into a live reproduction. Pretty disappointing.

However, it wasn’t until the end of The Sea and Cake’s performance that I noticed the environmental influence that would make it difficult for me to enjoy the concert. Near the front of the stage, I began to see an occasional puff of smoke. I thought it was weird, but I put it out of my mind because it was pretty far away, and at that point I was just anxious for Chaz Bundick and the band to get onstage for the main performance after the drab opener. However, as Bundick’s crew prepared the stage for the dazzling electronic performance, I noticed the puffs of smoke multiplying. By the time Bundick began his set, there were a dozen found throughout the room. And it began to smell like there were a dozen puffs of smoke throughout the room. Fifteen minutes in, I found it hard to concentrate on the performance because of the pungent smell. Which is a shame, because Bundick did a great job of keeping up the energy with the rest of the band, mixing beats as he performed his cool, funky mixes.

Really, the performance was well done, with Bundick jamming to his songs, including hits “Harm in Change,” “Say That,” and “So Many Details.” Bundick released his fourth full-length album this year with a more electronic-centered sound definitely suited for the loud, alcohol-filled atmosphere of the clubs. Fittingly the crowd became a huge dance party. He plays music that brings people together and, most of all, is irresistibly catchy. Bundick stood in front of a mixer, playing the cool DJ as well as the singer, while his bandmates provided backup scattered throughout the stage area. Multi-colored lights flashed, complimenting the beat, and became more dramatic whenever the music swelled into a frenzy.

Unfortunately, the puffs of smoke eventually reached the area where I was standing and I decided to abandon my spot in favor of a view toward the exit, which contained fresh air. There I was able to watch from afar while Bundick played the rest of his entrancing performance. Overall, I learned that sometimes I prefer to experience an artist’s music in an environment I can control, even if that means skipping out on a potentially cool live show.

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FLASHBACK FRIDAY: Riot Grrrl in Brazil-Dominatrix

riot-grrrl20 years ago, bands like Bikini Kill and Bratmobile were at the forefront of a newly emerging movement that would eventually be deemed as “riot grrrl”, a movement within the punk rock subculture fueled by feminist politics and the do-it-yourself ideology. In the relatively short timespan of roughly 5 years, Bratmobile and Bikini Kill (vocalist/songwriter Kathleen Hanna in particular) went on to influence a number of other bands and artists across the country, including Sleater-Kinney (featuring Portlandia’s beloved star, Carrie Brownstein), Team Dresch, and L7.

 After much misrepresentation in the media, the break-ups of several pioneering riot Grrrl bands, and the frequent association with the more mainstream creed of “Girl Power” glamorized by pop artists like the Spice Girls, the movement fell into a dormant period. It wasn’t until around 2011 when Russia’s notorious feminist punk band Pussy Riot (highly influenced by Bikini Kill and the genre as a whole) carried out a string of controversial protests, that attention began to revolve around the movement once again. Within the last couple of years, riot grrrl related projects, such as the film The Punk Singer (a documentary centered on Kathleen Hanna), the reunion of the Hanna’s side project The Julie Ruin, and the release of Lisa Darm’s book, The Riot Grrrl Collection have cast the movement into the spotlight once more.

 Save for the exception of Pussy Riot, not much is known about the impact Riot Grrrl had on women on a global scale and how copies of records like Bratmobile’s Pottymouth and Bikini Kill’s Pussy Whipped would make it into the hands of young women in Sao Paulo who would go on to form iconic Brazilian punk band, Dominatrix.

 Around 1996, sisters Elisa and Isabella Garguilo started a band that began to perform at various DIY venues throughout Sao Paulo under the name Dominatrix, the name deriving from a line in the song “Panik” by Bratmobile. The band recorded a handful of demos and eventually went on to release their debut album, Girl Gathering, in 1997, which sold out in only nine months.

 Charged with the same tenacity as their feminist punk predecessors, Dominatrix addressed the prevailing issues of sexism and machismo in Brazil’s punk scene in songs throughout Girl Gathering, like “Patriarchal Laws” (“They taught me ‘to be a woman is no more than being a wife’…but I taught myself that I’m free, I’m powerful, I can think and I can choose”) and “My New Gun” (“Take part in this riot only for girls/I never thought that girls could be so united”), incorporating elements of street punk into their sound.The band followed up with another full length album in 1998 entitled Self-Delight, and began touring throughout Europe, eventually making their way to the US in 2003 and performing at  venues such as Berkeley’s well-renowned DIY space, 924 Gilman Street.

 Though Dominatrix started as a street punk-influenced Riot Grrrl band, the band began to stray from the sound on records like Girl Gathering and Self-Delight. 2003’s Beauville and 2009’s Quem Defende Pra Calar featured the inclusion of songs written and performed in Portuguese. The band also began to experiment more with their musical style, adding tinges of grunge and alternative rock in songs like “‘Pagan Love” off of Beauville, and transitioned into a tighter, more perfected version of their earlier punk sound on songs like Quem Defende Pra Calar’s  “Vai La.”

Dominatrix has not released new material since 2009’s Quem Defende Pra Calar and has been relatively inactive, with the exception of a 15th year anniversary show back in 2011, but is still regarded as one of the most (if not the most) influential bands in Brazil’s Riot Grrrl movement. In their now 17 year run, the band has influenced a number of feminist punk bands from Sao Paulo, such as the hardcore band, Anti-Corpos, is cited as the key figure behind the well-loved LadyFest Brasil, and are regarded as the forerunners of Brazil’s riot grrrl movement.

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FLASHBACK FRIDAY: Elliott Smith in “Strange Parallel”

Elliott+SmithThe 10th anniversary of Elliott Smith’s death earlier this week triggered everything from remembrance essays and “top 10” roundups to tribute shows and a newly published biography. In the span of a decade, the indie singer-songwriter has risen to not only cult favorite but also downright legendary status. Today, even Madonna is performing covers of Smith’s songs, and his work continues to influence and inspire a generation of musicians and listeners, like myself, who hadn’t even reached their teens at the time of Smith’s passing.

His work, drug addictions, and gruesome death have established a reputation for him as an extremely tormented and lonely guy, so it’s easy to overlook his actual life before its tragic end. To celebrate his life on this anniversary, here’s a look back at Elliott Smith through this short documentary by Steve Hanft, Strange Parallel, released in 1998.

The film offers some insight into Smith’s personality through interviews with friends and bartenders at his regular spots, who mostly describe him as “quiet” and comment on how elusive he is, but what makes this a real gem are the trippy sequences depicting a dream Smith had about a “robot hand.” The storyline begins with Smith watching a commercial in Spanish selling a “mano roboto” (at 9:23 in the first video below). Later, Smith receives a flyer that simply reads “Robot hand is the future” (11:24). Eventually, he “surgically” replaces his own right hand with the bulky robot hand, primarily because it’ll supposedly enhance his guitar playing. The whole concept funny and bizarre and sheds some light both on Elliott’s playful side and on his apparent fears about the pressures of becoming a big-time musician.

Other highlights of the movie include Elliott commenting that he thinks, “The music business will eventually crush me, but I’m ready,” and, later, a drill sergeant yelling at Elliott in a bar, saying, “You have to admit that your future is uncertain!” If nothing else, Strange Parallel is a weirdly intriguing attempt to capture some part of who Elliott Smith was, but by the end, the director admits that, “Even though we worked on the film for a few months, Elliott was still a mystery to us.” More than a decade later, that still hasn’t changed.

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FLASHBACK FRIDAY: A Decade of Arcade Fire

arcade_jpg-largeOn the cusp of Arcade Fire’s fourth — and likely most evolved — full-album release, it’s the perfect time to take a look back at how the band has grown over the years. Throughout the band’s development, countless cracks have been made about their numerous band members, but considering the complexity and popularity of their music, the “band with enough members to form their own country” is here to stay. Frontman Win Butler shares the stage with his now-wife, Regine Chassagne, along with Richard Reed Parry, William Butler, Jeremy Gara, Tim Kingsbury and Sarah Neufeld, but the list of past band members extends much further. Since the days of its inception, the Quebec-based project has gained a cult following; but they certainly didn’t begin their musical journey that way.

Arcade Fire released its first self-titled EP in 2003. Unfortunately, it flopped. It wasn’t until 2005 — after the release of 2004’s Funeral, which snagged the attention of critics and the public — that the EP was re-released and subsequently supported in the public eye. Funeral itself was packed with the perfect mix of hard rock and acoustic, soft tracks that make a hit album. Every song is irresistible to sing along to, thanks to Butler’s unique crooning. From each of the four “Neighborhood” tracks to “Wake Up” and “Rebellion (Lies),” the album sounds as if it were crafted by an ‘80s rock band rebranded for the new millennium. Funeral introduced Arcade Fire’s distinct inclusion of a multitude of musical instruments, including violin, cello, xylophone, French horn, accordion, mandolin, harp and hurdy-gurdy, allowing them to create their unique sound and stage presence.

In 2007, Butler and company returned with Neon Bible, an album filled overwhelmingly with sorrow for the state of America. This album is admittedly darker, and while it echoes the indie-rock style of Funeral, it’s clear that Arcade Fire had fine-tuned their sound for their sophomore album. “Black Mirror,” the album opener, begins with the lyrics “I walked down to the ocean/ after waking from a nightmare/ no moon, no pale reflection/ black mirror” and only gets darker from there. Even standout hit “Keep the Car Running” is dark in its nature, where Butler sings of men coming to take him away and details his envisioned escape. Neon Bible also amped up the grandeur in terms of instruments. Sweeping harps and horn blasts are scattered throughout, to create an ethereal, heavenly sound in many tracks, most notably “Ocean of Noise.”

Once again, Arcade Fire spent three years between albums before delivering 2010’s The Suburbs. Although by this point the band had received acclaim from many top music charts, magazines and culture critics, it wasn’t until they received the prestigious GRAMMY for “Album of the Year” for The Suburbs that their place in history was cemented. While some people were outraged that these rockers who had received no other Grammy awards could win the night’s biggest prize, they’ve proven they belong among the ranks of other Album of the Year recipients. The Suburbs is a dip into the mainstream, yet still holds the essential elements that make Arcade Fire different from any other band. Album after album, Butler continues to enchant listeners with his lost-boy lyrics, and the virtuosity of the musicians he has accrued over the years.

Now, with a decade of music making under its belt, Arcade Fire will release Reflektor on Oct. 29. They’ve been previewing the album in all kinds of ways, from performing on late-night talk shows to scheduling secret shows throughout North America. The album harnesses a new sound, obvious through its title track; and new might not be so bad. It’s difficult to tell so early, but it may turn out to be Arcade Fire’s best endeavor yet. Though, whatever the outcome, the band’s journey and evolution up unto this point shouldn’t be forgotten. After all, they couldn’t be where they are now without the band they had been.

Check out their raucous CMJ 2013 performance at 299 Meserole, of their new album’s title track, “Reflektor”, via Youtube.

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FLASHBACK FRIDAY: Morphine – “Cure For Pain”

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Mark Sandman, bass player and vocalist of Boston three-piece Morphine, died a classic rock star death: while performing in Palestrina, Italy in July of 1999, he suddenly collapsed, and succumbed almost immediately to cardiac arrest. Sandman had felt fine the day of the show, aside from stress and temperatures nearing a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and afterwards, his Jewish parents declined an autopsy in accordance with religious law as stated in the Talmud, so the cause of his death remains a mystery. Speculation ran—rock star deaths being rock star deaths, after all, though Morphine never gained quite enough recognition to make them out-and-out famous—that drugs had played a part, but that story didn’t add up: no one present reported seeing Sandman smoking anything stronger than cigarettes on the day he died, and he hadn’t been associated with drug use at any previous point in his career. Then again, there was the group’s name, and their best-known album, Cure For Pain. If this murky, masterfully depressive 1993 release doesn’t suggest the haze and isolation of drug use, then damned if I know what does.

A no-nonsense trio of drums, sax and two-string slide bass, the group emerged as a kind of seductive, uncanny mash of jazz and nineties alternative rock. Morphine put out five albums from 1992 to 2000; Cure For Pain was their second, and far and away their best. It has loud, angry songs—dizzy and rollicking like “Buena” and “Mary Won’t You Call My Name”–and it has moody, atmospheric songs, like “Miles Davis’ Funeral.” All of them cuttingly bleak, though not alienating. In lesser hands, the lyrics would come across overblown, but carried by Sandman’s hypnotic voice, lines such as one lyric that occurs in the title track (Someday there’ll be a cure for pain/That’s the day I throw my drugs away), are as essential as any of the instruments. The odd musical assembly the band was working with meant that they only had so many kinds of songs they could write, but on this album, the possibilities seem infinite.

Mark Sandman’s death may have kept Morphine from real stardom. The band disintegrated quickly after his death. It seems to me, though, that even at the height of its powers, the group was bound for obscurity. Not because they sounded too strange or unpalateable—far freakier bands have played on MTV—but because no story Morphine tells is ever very simple. The songs often change halfway through. The music suddenly becomes bogged down in a swampy sax line or, just as suddenly, maniacally loud and fast. It often demands the ability to dramatically switch moods in an instant. It is ugly when it has to be.

Without the promise of ever finding out exactly what caused Mark Sandman’s death, many fans lost interest in the band. Were his story more legend-friendly, and had the band been active since the Internet took over the world, Morphine would certainly have received more general acclaim. Though the four other albums Morphine put out in the nineties are immensely solid, Cure For Pain reigns supreme. There’s simply not a bad track on the album. In fact, there isn’t a track that isn’t great on the album.

In Cure For Pain, the dominant mood—overwhelming melancholy—gets so heavy that it can be difficult to listen to. There is a pleasing parallel between the band’s name and the effect of the music. Ditto the frontman’s name and his singing: the Sandman of folklore, who sprinkles magical dust on sleeping children’s eyes to bring on good dreams, makes for a close metaphor of Mark Sandman’s warm and lullaby-like vocal style. The bit about the magic dust rings true as well. Sandman seemed to live and play with precision, as if remaking himself into a musical character, a slight intorsion of the rock star myth.

 

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LIVE REVIEW: Belle Mare @ Rockwood Music Hall

Belle Mare“We can wait for love”, but we can’t wait for Belle Mare. Rockwood Music Hall’s three-stage architecture makes it beyond strenuous to commit to a single artist/band. Upon hearing her debut to CMJ, yearning to see this London beaut is an understatement. To find a classic sound, not too dry or drawn-out, is a difficult find. However, Amelia Bushell does it right, along with her four band members and fellow song-writer, Thomas Servidone. Right here in our garden of Brooklyn, the fans are sprouting by the minute; and I can see why. Bushell is something special, with a shadowy but far from faint voice.
At first the room is half empty, but as she picks up her tambourine, like a trigger, bodies are padding up the room. Her vintage sound is beyond awe. Surprise, surprise! She plays for us a new song. Is Belle Mare coming out with a new EP just in time for the holidays? Their tour dates in Brooklyn in the spring give me some optimism. Since last year’s debut The Boat of the Fragile Mind, the duo have taken that sail into the realm of open mics and now venues and shows. Her presence suggested a bit of shyness, looking mostly into the mic and her guitar picking. Like their own “Charade,” as her voice kindles the room-trust me- you are going to see this wondrous daydreaming pop pair more often.

Listen to Belle Mare’s “All This Time” Here, via Soundcloud:

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ALBUM REVIEW: Cass McCombs “Big Wheel and Others”

Cass McCombs Big Wheel and Others hi-res cover HTM

In his decade-long career, Cass McCombs has produced seven full-length albums, all deeply interior and intricately crafted, and all known—to varying extents—as meandering, inaccessible folk music that mirrors the artist’s own nomadic lifestyle. Californian by birth, McCombs retains a distinctly West Coast-Americana vibe, but his wistful and unspecifically nostalgic songs conjure up a wandering life more than they evoke any one place. Big Wheel and Others matches older work in this respect, but is twice the length of any album McCombs has previously released.

Anything this hefty—it’s technically a double album, though there’s no noticeable break in continuity—will get you thinking about the passage of time, if only because of how long it takes to listen to it. Hypnotically repetitious sections in songs such as “Joe Murder,” “Brighter!” and “Satan Is My Toy” emerge out of long stretches of chilly, lonesome guitar passages. These extra moments of stretched-out music make Big Wheel spacious. This isn’t a euphemism for boring—although the listening experience is a commitment—at worst, it’s inscrutable. Like walking through a thick forest along a poorly-demarcated footpath, the album disorients and occasionally discourages. Then, unpredictably, trees clear and give way onto a view of some lake or mountainside (and then, kapow! A money shot, so spectacular and flabbergastingly beautiful that all the inconveniences of getting there seem niggling.) Both the Karen Black version of “Brighter!” and “Burning of the Temple, 2012” make for shimmering payoffs.

There are a few things about this album that I can only explain by imagining that McCombs intended to further prolong, and thus further heighten, these payoffs. I see no reason why three audio clips from the 1970 documentary Sean, about a four year old living in a hippie house in Haight-Ashbury, should make their way onto this album, for example. Wedged between gorgeous songs like “Name Written in Water” and “Dealing”, there are a couple of short instrumental tracks that feel comparatively pointless. McCombs collaborated heavily on this album—four or five people play on almost every track—and occasionally the influence seems to further cloud McCombs’ already complex vision for the album.

Unlike a traditonal double album, Big Wheel consists of a single, fatiguing spiral of songs, all leading somewhere increasingly interior and, at the same time, increasingly ambitous. Towards the end of the album, “Name Written In Water” waxes suddenly self-conscious: These lines are my last verse/They might well be remembered also as my first/And possibly even as my worst. The intimacy of this album is present but subtle, because any lyric that borders on confessional will certainly careen into obscure or far-flung within a verse or two, or may even grandly reference Hamlet (“What dreams may come, when shuffled off this mortal coil,/Must give us pause,” said the Danish Royal). If Big Wheel‘s pace drags at times, it also works a kind of magic: the inner ramblings translate to external ones, conjuring a journey that’s equal parts through the one you take through Old, Weird America, and the one that runs through your own head.

Listen to Cass McCombs, “There Can Only Be One”, via Soundcloud here:

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LIVE REVIEW: Balcony TV + Time Out New York showcase @ The Studio at Webster Hall

The first day of the CMJ Music Marathon serves as a kicking-off of a week packed with artists from all over the world, brought together to one city to do what they love. This excitement and nervousness was palpable at the Balcony TV + Time Out New York showcase Tuesday, which featured several up-and-coming artists. Each brought a different style with them that filled the small studio tucked underneath Webster Hall.

 

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The Ugly Club
The Ugly Club

The Ugly Club, despite the self-deprecating name, brought an awesome, punchy pop to the stage.  Hailing from New Jersey, the band has already reached some level of acclaim in its two-year existence. Paste Magazine, Filter Magazine and MTV have all taken note of this rising talent. It’s easy to see why: the guys perform a cool set and clearly love being onstage. Their songs are upbeat and infectious, and they possess the looks that will likely catapult them.

 

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Seasick Mama
Seasick Mama

Next up, Seasick Mama took the small stage to perform an interesting set. Singer Marial Maher showcased her killer voice and catchy songs, including “Man Overboard.” What was off-putting, however, was the performance itself. Maher sauntered around the stage, wriggling her body around, widening her eyes and at one point humping the microphone stand. Although her voice and the music itself were impressive, the stage performance that accompanied was too much and took away from the music. Listening to the band’s tracks without the mental images of the live performance produces much better results. Maher emerged on the stage with hair pulled into 10 or so separate braids throughout her head, which gave off the impression that she was looking to evoke a reaction from the crowd. At one point, she asked, “Are you scared yet?” likely referring to her behavior. She defines herself as an artist who is unrefined who cannot be contained, but this message seems to take away from her actual musical talent, which is a shame.

 

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Stone Cold Fox
Stone Cold Fox

Stone Cold Fox showed up for a short but sweet set of their indie-rocker tracks. Only a year old, the New York-based band is sure to gain some traction in the next several years due to their catchy melodies and relatable lyrics. Songs such as “American” and “Pictures” feature vocalist Kevin Olken’s wonderful crooning and are destined to be hits. “Pictures” is reminiscent of Young the Giant’s hit “Apartment,” and will likely be as well received. The band also plays well together onstage, making them an unstoppable force. Although they’ve released only one EP — The Young — expect to see more of these rockers.

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FLUME TO RELEASE 4-DISC DEBUT

Flume ( Harley Streten)Flume’s acclaimed self-titled debut is being given the deluxe treatment, and oh what a treatment it is! The 4-disc set will feature the album, remixes of and by Flume, a producer disc with Ableton Live 9 Lite decked out with stems for “Insane,” “Holdin On,” and “On Top,” a DVD of live Infinity Prism Tour footage, and, of course, an epic mixtape with heretofore secret guests Freddie Gibbs, Ghostface Killah, Killer Mike, Autre Ne Veut, How To Dress Well, and Twin Shadow among others.  The deluxe edition is out digitally in North American on Nov. 12th / physically Dec. 10th on Mom+Pop.

 

LISTEN TO “INTRO FEAT. STALLEYHERE: http://snd.sc/171hina

Listen to “Holdin On feat. Freddie Gibbs” here: http://snd.sc/17pqeQW

LIVE REVIEW: French Horn Rebellion @ Cameo Gallery

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French Horn Rebellion at Cameo Gallery
French Horn Rebellion at Cameo Gallery

It’s rare for an electro-pop band to sound better live than they do on their recordings, but such was the case for French Horn Rebellion’s packed performance on Saturday night for the Wild Honey Pie’s CMJ showcase at Cameo Gallery. The night started out with an actual, smooth french horn solo from one half of the band’s founding duo, Robert Perlick-Molinari, and from there it picked up into an all-out dance party.

The french horn made several appearances throughout the night, which added an unexpected element when paired with keyboardist David Perlick-Molinari’s synthy beats. Early on in the show, the two leading brothers dueled over which was the “better” instrument—keyboard or the french horn—but by the end of the night, it was clear that both were inextricably essential for band’s sound.

Joining the Rebellion on stage was the exuberant Ellie Liu, who sang lead on the spunky “Girls” and spiked some energy into the show with every swing of her bubble gum pink ponytail. The band also welcomed NYC pop duo Ghost Beach to the stage to perform their recent collaboration, “Caaalifornia,” a super sunny and funky number, as well as Brooklyn duo Savoir Adore for an ’80s-tinged rendition of their single, “Dreamers.” The guests made for a wholly dynamic set and were undoubtedly a highlight of the show.

Another high point of the performance was the band’s cover of The Human League’s 1981 hit “Don’t You Want Me,” which got the entire crowd singing along. And for the set closer, Ghost Beach and Savoir Adore reappeared to help on a lyrically stripped-down but raucous version of the hit “Love is Dangerous” in which the only line sung was, of course, “love is dangerous.” Everyone was invited to belt the words out in unison and the crowd happily complied, wrapping up the show on a high note.

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Ski Lodge Preps tour, releases debut “Big Heart” on Dovecote

Ski LodgeSki Lodge, fresh off a successful run at the CMJ Music Marathon, has announced a slew of tour dates with the likes of Gringo Star, Brazos, Crocodiles and Au Revoir Simone. The New York based quartet is touring in support of their delectable debut album, Big Heart, available now from Dovecote Records.

The band has also shared a homemade video for “Looking For A Change,” chronicling their adventures on the road with Chad Valley earlier this year.

Check out the video here:

 

LIVE REVIEW: Cults @ Brooklyn Bowl

 

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Cults
Cults

If someone had predicted Madeline Follin and Brian Oblivion of Cults were a one-hit-wonder, or perhaps a one-album-wonder, then the pair’s second album disproves this prediction. Cults is back, and I have to say they’re even better than before. The sophomore album, Static, released Oct. 15, continues the hard-rocking, synth-and-guitar-heavy ballads featured on the New York based band’s debut album, but kicked up a notch.

Following their album release earlier that day, the band took to Brooklyn Bowl for the Conflict of Interest showcase. There, they debuted many of their new songs for the first time live. Many times when a band first debuts new songs, the focus of the crowd is on only the old songs, to which they can sing along. Despite the newness of the album, however, the crowd was eager to hear new songs along with the old. And Follin and Oblivion delivered, giving attendees a high-power performance of a good chunk of their discography, complete with hits from their debut album such as “Go Outside,” “You Know What I Mean” and “Abducted,” mixed with new hits like “I Can Hardly Make You Mine,” “High Road,” “Always Forever” and “Were Before.”

Keeping with the theme of the new album’s title, Static, TV static was projected onto a huge, white ball floating behind the band, as well as the band itself. This image paired nicely with the feel of Static — not that the songs or performance were shaky in any way, but that there was an air of dreamy melancholy or the feeling of getting lost in the static of a TV.

The songs themselves do not require an extravagant performance, but are rather driven by the passion behind them — something that is evident in the band’s approach. They don’t need to run around the stage or do anything crazy, their music is enough to keep everyone happy.

Listen to “High Road”, off Static, Here:

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Follin
Follin
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LIVE REVIEW: Eternal Summers @ Cameo Gallery

 

Eternal SummersIt can be nearly impossible for a three-piece band to put on a good show in a sparsely populated room, but Eternal Summers beat the odds with their short set for Carpark/Mexican Summer/Kanine Records’ CMJ showcase this past Wednesday. The headcount may have been low in Cameo’s back room that night, but the self-described “power trio” permeated and filled the space with their shoegaze-y pop.

The set list relied primarily on material from their third and most recent album, Correct Behavior, but the songs take on a new persona when played live—they feel much more substantial. Nicole Yun carried the show with her ardent falsetto and super distorted guitar, which, at some moments, became indistinguishable from one another. Noise levels were so high that the band began sounding much like My Bloody Valentine might if they were on an intense sugar high. “You Kill” and “Wonder” were standouts, with Yun’s vocals sounding particularly on point and drummer Daniel Cundiff and bassist Johnathan Woods rocking out with equal finesse. The upbeat and poppier “I Love You” closed the set with a frenzied energy and left audience members in high spirits.

The Virginia natives only played from 11pm to about 11:30pm but they were a highlight in a showcase that also included Bleeding Rainbow, Quilt, Mood Rings, Happy Jawbone and TEEN.