WEEKLY NEWS: Gov Ball Dates, Self’s Reunion, Album Announcements Galore!

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Governor’s Ball music festival announced the dates for its 2014 edition earlier today. The New York City event—in its fourth year, now—will take place Friday, June 6th through Sunday, June 8th in Randall’s Island Park. Keep an eye out for the lineup and ticket details to be announced very soon!

 

Brooklyn-based four piece Bear Hands announced the release of their anticipated sophomore album Distraction on Feb. 18 on Cantora Records. The band will co-headline a tour with the Miniature Tigers starting Feb. 27 right here in Brooklyn!
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I Am The Avalanche announced new album, Wolverinesout March 17. Stream their new single via Esquire.

 

Todd Rittmann’s Dead Rider announced new album, Chills on Glass, out March 18 via Drag City.

 

Fat Possum Records and Self release 1995’s Subliminal Plastic Motives on vinyl, 20 years after its original release. The band are reuniting for their first concert in almost 10 years at the Gramercy Theatre on January 10.
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The Casket Girls are returning with their sophomore album True Love Kills The Fairy Tale out Feb. 11 on Graveface Records, and available for pre-order now.
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VIDEO OF THE WEEK: Cass McCombs “Big Wheel

Cass_courtesyCassMcCombsBack in October, enigmatic folk artist Cass McCombs released his seventh full-length, Big Wheel and Others, a double album that led us through hypnotic rhythm cycles and tangential, but beautiful, guitar passages, intimate if shadowed vocal lines, and lyrics that fit together like a Rubik’s cube—the meaning behind them was always there, but eluded direct visibility even when the text was at its most confessional. A meandering intricacy has always graced McCombs’ work.

Cass McCombs seems to belong to another era, one without modern video or recording technology, so it’s a little disorienting to realize that his songs have music videos. But so they do: the video for the (almost) title track of the new album, “Big Wheel,” premiered from Domino Records today courtesy of McCombs’ friend and collaborator Albert Herter, who shot the footage in New York, California, and China. “Big Wheel” opens with a foreboding, cyclical guitar line that speeds up at the pace of a rumbling freight train. In the video, these first bars are accompanied by a procession of slogans: large, all-capitol letter words like “JUSTICE,” “MASTER,” and “EVERYTHING” appear on the screen, over backdrops of a closeup of a chicken’s face, a lit-up building facade at night, or a basement door that’s opened when the song’s drums kick in. What follows is a busy psychedelic collage, montages intersperse with home video clips, with all the bleak grandness and obscurity of the song itself.

Images of cities, surreally collaged-together kaleidoscope imagery, and clips of talk show hosts with black ovals pasted over their faces aren’t what immediately comes to mind when you listen to Cass McCombs, whose music more closely embodies a grainy picture of solitary travels through America’s West. The cuts in this video are diverse—a grainily filmed dog coming towards the camera, a surreal, abstract, colorful backdrop with the word “WOMAN” written over it—and a lack of linear development makes the video seem a little unpredictable, even threatening.

The range of the collage is wide, and their apparently random sequence heightens the violence and surreality of the images, but this video is held together by a strange and distinct perspective. Many of the actions are filmed from the point of view of the viewer; in one recurring clip, a hand that appears to belong to the person holding the camera reaches out to open a door. The doctored visuals, the words that flash onto our field of vision as we watch the imagery unfold, puts us in the mindset of a personality that remains constant throughout the video. The only sense the chronology makes, by the end of the three and a half minute “Big Wheel,” is that established by the perspective from which these images are filmed. True to McCombs’ aesthetic, we’re not given an image of this video’s protagonist, but we’re given a detailed tour of all the scenery inside his head.

Watch the video for “Big Wheel” below, and learn more about Cass McCombs’ latest album, Big Wheel and Others, by going here!

Track of the Week: “The Woods Are Gone”

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Here’s a new song that simultaneously warms you up and gives you chills—a perfect complement to the coming post-Hercules weather. Solander’s second single from their upcoming album, Monochromatic Memories, is a sweeping track that alternates between a sense of motion and suspense, combining rolling percussion and guitar work with a haunting cello. The lyrics, on the other hand, take you through loss and feeling lost, and are clearly meant for wintertime (“The road to your house looks snowy and white”).

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The pop/folk/indie Swedish duo, comprised of Fredrik Karlsson on vocals and guitar and Anja Linna on synth and cello, has been active since 2009, and Monochromatic Memories will be their third full-length release. “The Woods Are Gone” follows the release of the album’s first single, “All Opportunities,” available on Spotify (and in today’s mix of the day!). So far, it seems like this album was made for brisk mornings and snowy nights, so keep your eyes peeled until the album’s release on Feb. 3.

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TRACK REVIEW: “Obstacle Eyes”

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Deny it all you want, but there is a point in every New Yorker’s day during the bitter winter cold when we think, screw it, I’m moving to California. While I will never act on this moment of temporary insanity, it is nice to keep the dream alive. Regardless of the fact that I am doomed to live in New York forever, by blasting the heat in my apartment, closing my eyes, and  turning up “Obstacle Eyes” by Morgan Delt, I feel at least one step closer to a California beach somewhere in the far distance.

“Obstacle Eyes” is the second track off of California native Morgan Delt’s self titled debut album.  There are a number of elusive elements to the floaty, psychedelic pop/rock “Obstacle Eyes,” making it hard to fully grasp on the first listen. “Obstacle Eyes” may only be 3:27 minutes, but there is a lot to take in. I’m probably up to my 50th listen at this point and I’m still picking up on new flourishes, variations and musical dimensions.  The varied instruments, sound effects and vocals blend with each other seamlessly to create a final product that is a diverse amalgamate of a number of musical elements.

“Obstacle Eyes” begins with a solo guitar playing an instantly catchy hook. It suspends for a moment before the music exhales, as various instruments and musical phrases develop. Once established, the song continues with an upbeat and forward moving, yet laid back rhythm.

Delt’s breathy vocals are introduced last, and wash over the instrumentals like a wave hitting the California (have I mentioned California enough yet?) coastline.  They are in the end just another element of an already complex track,  blending with the music to create a single product.

The track is both retro and modern. With esoteric lyrics (there’s something crazy growing// way back inside your eyes// there’s something crazy growing// obstacles in your eyes), distorted guitars and harmonized vocals, “Obstacle Eyes” is definitely a nod to ‘60s west coast psychedelic pop-rock, however the electronic elements that Delt incorporates give the whole thing an inspired twist.

Morgan Delt clearly wants to take you on a journey with his music. He did all the legwork. Now all you have to do is turn it up, close your eyes, and let the California sun warm your skin.


Morgan Delt’s self titled debut album will be released off of Trouble In Mind records on January 28th.

 

FLASBACK FRIDAY: T-Bone Burnett

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I’d love to say that it was Bob Dylan who got me into T-Bone Burnett.  Burnett toured with Dylan’s Rolling Thunder Revue for over a decade.  I wish I could credit a cross-contamination between Burnett and Tom Waits (a cover of Waits’ “Time” appeared on Burnett’s 1986 self-titled LP). And I’d be relieved if I could claim that my discovery of T-Bone Burnett occurred during another rummage through Dad’s record collection.  However, none of these scenarios would be true.

In actuality, I found out about T-Bone Burnett via the band I scapegoat as my token guilty pleasure: The Wallflowers.  Now, before you retroactively discredit any knowledge or opinions I’ve espoused on Audiofemme, hear me out.  I’m not going to try to convince you to like The Wallflowers (yet) or the solo work of Jakob Dylan and his unassailable dreamy-ness.  However, if you were forced to listen to every Wallflowers album and pick the best one, you’d be hard-pressed not to select their second full-length release, Bringing Down The Horse.  The reason this album received so much acclaim in my opinion was due to the producer, Mr. T-Bone himself.

So as 17 year old me purchased every Wallflowers album on e-bay (most going for 50 cents a piece) and implored my friends to give the band a chance, I found a tour date for Jakob Dylan, opening for none other than T-Bone Burnett.  It was only then that I noticed the production credit on Bringing Down The Horse.  The next step was to consult the internet, (which divulged Burnett’s connection with Papa Dylan) and eventually my father; had he ever heard of him?  Of course he had.

Sure enough I found two T-Bone LPS in the late B’s of my Dad’s collection: 1986’s T-Bone Burnett and 1987’s The Talking Animals.  I was more entranced by the former, with its sweet and eerie country ballads.  Burnett’s vocals are clean yet honeyed–like Roy Orbison’s humble younger brother, perhaps.  The record is melancholic at times, like on “River Of Love” and “Time,” but Burnett’s sense of humor breaches with his acerbic rendition of Elmer Laird’s “Poison Love.”  To boot, the entire album is carried by phenomenal pedal-steel croons.

I’d bought the ticket to see Burnett, so I figured I’d better buy the tour’s accompanying album.  It was 2006 and Burnett had just released The True False Identity, his first full-length record since 1992.  I bought it on a family vacation in Portland, and it was the soundtrack to our drive home.  The record is a swampy, deep-south, voodoo-soundscape with a progressive agenda.  The influences on this record are far more bluesy and psychedelic than his earlier country work, and lyrically the album relays Burnett’s unflinching wit and poignancy regarding the contemporary political climate.

But why bring up Burnett now?  So what if he came out with a record I liked in ’06?  I suppose the desire to mention him is two-pronged: the initial reason is the same as always, namely, to shed light upon an artist who’s spent so much time making other people’s music better, that he is often overlooked himself.  Though the more relevant incentive is that T-Bone is out with a new project; his fourth collaboration with filmmakers Joel and Ethan Cohen on their latest: Inside Llewlyn Davis.

Burnett put together soundtracks and scores for The Big Lebowski, O’Brother Where Art Thou? (for which he was heavily awarded) and The LadyKillers.  He worked alongside Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon in Walk The Line, and co-wrote “The Weary Kind,” the theme song from 2009’s Crazy Heart.

Burnett has produced dozens of records, including those by Elvis Costello, Tony Bennet, Alison Kraus, B.B. King, Elton John, and Roy Orbison, to name a few.  He’s 65 years young, looks like a younger, slightly more devilish Tom Wolfe, and is releaseing and producing records to this day.  I can’t wait to see, and hear what he’s cooked up for the new Cohen Brothers film, which is out now. But before you see it, school yourself on some vintage and recent T-Bone.

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LOUD AND TASTELESS: FKA TWIGS

 Every Thursday, AF profiles a style icon from the music world. This week, we bring you the ever-vibrant FKA Twigs, whose bright patterns and bold colors have us longing for warmer climes.

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Gloucester-born London transplant FKA Twigs is an anomaly on many levels.  Her image is bold, but her profile low-key.  She currently resides in one of the world’s busiest cities, yet hails from the farmlands of Southwest England.  Her videos are ripe with voyeuristic tension, while her music remains sultry and delicate.  With all of this contradiction it is no wonder that Ms. Twigs presents herself in such eclectic garb.  Born to a Jamaican father, and partly Spanish mother, her lineage is a melting pot all its own.  Twigs adorns herself with halos of colorful flowers, embroidered jackets, and gold hoop-earrings fit for Salt n Peppa.  She is never without her lipstick or her long black braids, both of which liken her appearance to a budding and sexualized Frida Kahlo.  Here are some items that remind us of the songwriter, who I find more to be a wildflower than a twig.

Peruse our pinterest page for notes on how to get this exotic girl’s look:

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BAND OF THE MONTH: Daytona

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NYC band Daytona has been a long time in the making. The trio released an EP—Storm So Long—back in 2012,but on the full-length debut that came out this past September, Daytona’s brand of bouncy, garage pop comes through in all its high-energy, jubilant glory.

A few years ago, bassist Jose Boyer, drummer Christopher Lauderdale and guitarist Hunter Simpson lived in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. The three became friends, and occasionally played together, though they were all active in separate bands. Each of these groups—Harlem, the Wild Yaks, and Siberians—had already earned stripes as high-energy garage rock, churning out anthemic riffs and epic, overarching vocal melodies. Independently, the three musicians followed a similar credo: their music was loud, catchy, and chaotic. In combination, Daytona could easily have continued along the garage rock trajectory.

Not so. Moving to New York must’ve gotten the trio in touch with their philosophical side, or maybe the new lineup put the group in the mind for a little melancholy introspection. While Daytona has kept their straightforward structure and catchy beats, Storm So Long offered sharp lyrics laid over an intricate backdrop of guitar lines that meander from feel-good to nostalgic, and wistful, shimmering vocal harmonies. The melodies shift easily between moods, and at their most ethereal, live up to the carefree warmth of the band’s name.

“We were certain that it was the name of an Indian chief,” Simpson explained in an interview with Blip.tv‘s BTR Live Studio. The Florida city seems like an odd thing to name your East Coast rock band after, but for Daytona, the choice was half aesthetics, half process of elimination. A little research disproved the Indian chief theory. In fact, the beach that boasts the nickname “Spring Break Capital of the World” is named for its founder Mathias Day, Jr., who financed the area’s beginnings as a beach community in 1871. Day lost the land less than a decade later after encountering financial ruin, but his name lives on. “We liked that disconnect,” Simpson added, “between your expectations and the dorky reality of things.”

An initial listen to “The Road,” the first track off Daytona’s latest album, yields a powerful, joyous road trip vibe, brimming with danceable melodies. At its core, though, the music will last you past the party and into the dreary next day. The music is complex and elastic; it’s filtered through its surroundings. Sometimes melancholy, sometimes uplifting, Daytona’s self-titled album hits the spot.

Listen to “The Road”, and “Honey” here: