As you well know, computers have quickly taking over as the main medium for music distribution. Whether you are paying for it or using legally questionable file-sharing methods, we all have obtained our music with just a couple clicks. Rather than complain about the loss of the other music formats and low quality bit rates (let that be for another post), let's chat about music ownership and, in turn, the shift in copyright law.
The documentary RiP: A Remix Manifesto spotlights these issues highlighting the career and legal battles of media manipulating, mash-up master, Girl Talk, aka Gregg Gillis. If you don't know, Girl Talk employs technology to take parts, beats and stems of different songs from across the spectrum of music and build a new, Andy Warhol-style, independent song. These newly created artistic statements make comments on the culture of rapid fire music acquisition and our ADHD-addled upbringings as well as putting your ass on the dance floor. It also lays out the history of copyright law as it has been over time formed by corporations rather than allowing for the intended freedoms, fair usage and eventual public domain that it provided at one time.
The legal issues taking place with music right now could not be more prevalent. Apple and other corporate attempts and failings at digital rights management (DRM), the ongoing (and stalling) campaign against file-sharing, major record companies attempts to impose fees on people who play music (e.g. radio stations, DJ's, Ellen Degeneres)...these things are at the forefront of rights of ownership, music distribution and internet freedoms.
You can actually download the entire movie and pay what you would like (or not) through the RiP website. In the meantime, enjoy the first of nine parts of the movie here, all posted on YouTube for free:
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wiping Off The Dust: Come On Pilgrim - Pixies
My plan, along with posting my musings on the newest choice cuts, will be to wipe the dust off my old CD's and bask in the glow of fond memories. Hopefully, you can stroll with me and give these nuggets another spin. If you are one of the unlucky ones who have not experienced of these dusties, use my joyous prose to inspire a listen and, perhaps, an investment for your own memories.
My choice for my first installment is a calculated one for sure. Often times when referring to one's music affections, one uses the phrase "biggest fan". My inner snob often snorts in disbelief in the face of such a superlative. This statement, I feel, is saddled with strict requirements.
Examples are:
And so we go back to me, circa 1987, a suburban teenager just starting to form his music tastes. I was consuming a heady diet of progressive sounds around that time: R.E.M., The Smiths, New Order, Echo and the Bunnymen. Luckily, I could buy most of these cassettes tapes (!) at my friendly neighborhood corporate record store without much fuss. Often, I would have to travel to downtown Minneapolis and enjoy the incredible amount of independent record shops to find the newest, deepest cuts. However, that day I was at the mall, trudging through the alternative rock section when the album cover above caught my eye. Come On Pilgrim was stark and spooky, but not in your typical Iron Maiden/heavy metal way. There was art behind this creepy photo, and it sucked me in. Since it carried the moderate price of an EP, I gave it a whirl. That is how it all began.
Come On Pilgrim was the music of the counter-culture. It was smart and literate with lyrics, both in English and Spanish covering sex, nightmares, woodland animals and Lou Reed. However, it was that sledgehammer sound that shrugged off all of the Spandex-clad cock-rock that littered MTV at the time and one-upped them at their own game. It was visceral, sardonic and raw. Looking back, this was my Stooges, my MC5, my Ramones, my Velvet Underground. This was the time when a lot of things changed for me while the Pixies, in their own way, changed music. I am not sure if I am the Pixies biggest fan; I cannot justify purchasing their massively indulgent box set. However, if someone asks me "what my favorite band of all time" is, at least I have a quick go-to answer when I am not in the mood for a debate.
Tracklist
Added bonus: click below and type in your email for a free sampler of live Pixies music released in celebration of their 2008-2009 tour celebrating the 20th anniversary of their greatest album (and one of my all-time favorites), Doolittle.
My choice for my first installment is a calculated one for sure. Often times when referring to one's music affections, one uses the phrase "biggest fan". My inner snob often snorts in disbelief in the face of such a superlative. This statement, I feel, is saddled with strict requirements.
Examples are:
- owning copies of all albums, including many EP's and singles.
- seeing a band multiple times in concert, especially in smaller venues, if applicable.
- starting your fandom early in a band's career. (sorry, but the biggest Beatles' fans are at least 55 years old)
- having encyclopedic knowledge of the band's output. (e.g. knowing all song titles and their proper order on the album, reciting a song's lyrics while being able to state the song's meaning, knowing the place of origin of the band and it's members)
And so we go back to me, circa 1987, a suburban teenager just starting to form his music tastes. I was consuming a heady diet of progressive sounds around that time: R.E.M., The Smiths, New Order, Echo and the Bunnymen. Luckily, I could buy most of these cassettes tapes (!) at my friendly neighborhood corporate record store without much fuss. Often, I would have to travel to downtown Minneapolis and enjoy the incredible amount of independent record shops to find the newest, deepest cuts. However, that day I was at the mall, trudging through the alternative rock section when the album cover above caught my eye. Come On Pilgrim was stark and spooky, but not in your typical Iron Maiden/heavy metal way. There was art behind this creepy photo, and it sucked me in. Since it carried the moderate price of an EP, I gave it a whirl. That is how it all began.
Come On Pilgrim was the music of the counter-culture. It was smart and literate with lyrics, both in English and Spanish covering sex, nightmares, woodland animals and Lou Reed. However, it was that sledgehammer sound that shrugged off all of the Spandex-clad cock-rock that littered MTV at the time and one-upped them at their own game. It was visceral, sardonic and raw. Looking back, this was my Stooges, my MC5, my Ramones, my Velvet Underground. This was the time when a lot of things changed for me while the Pixies, in their own way, changed music. I am not sure if I am the Pixies biggest fan; I cannot justify purchasing their massively indulgent box set. However, if someone asks me "what my favorite band of all time" is, at least I have a quick go-to answer when I am not in the mood for a debate.
Tracklist
- Caribou
- Vamos
- Isla De Encanta
- Ed Is Dead
- The Holiday Song
- Nimrod's Son
- I've Been Tired
- Levitate Me
Added bonus: click below and type in your email for a free sampler of live Pixies music released in celebration of their 2008-2009 tour celebrating the 20th anniversary of their greatest album (and one of my all-time favorites), Doolittle.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
New Track Available from The New Pornographers
Wow, another Canadian collective/supergroup. Maybe it is the cold air, the clean living or the worry-free health care. Whatever the case, The New Pornographers have a new album coming out May 4 on Matador titled Together. Through the Matador website, the first single entitled Your Hands (Together) is available now for free. The track is a heavy riffed rocker while still carrying that male-female dual vocal attack. Fans will not be disappointed.
Download the new track here.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Concert Review: Fucked Up Live at the Viaduct Theater - February 13th, 2010
I had a really great time at this show. Fucked Up is a six piece Canadian collective who brings the punk intensity with a prog-rock distnction like no one I have witnessed in many moons. What separates this band from other run of the mill outfits is their obvious skill and technique. There are many layers beneath the power chords and front-man screams by their vocalist/pro wrestler wannabe Pink Eyes. His look fits the pummeling, aggressive music. However, the boyish guitarists would not look out of place in an A & F store, but play with excitement and intensity. The drummer plays fast and furious with no sign of fatigue. The female bassist is no token with her hipster librarian look and rock god stance. The spectacle works splendidly.
The show itself was a true old school event when I saw small (and some not-so-small bands) play in warehouses and other odd spots with no stage or lights, but with all of the intensity and energy of youth spilling out. It had the requisite mosh pit sweat and blood, but something struck me as the true DIY, punk rock aesthetic. Throughout the entire show, a teenage kid in a motorized wheelchair was enjoying the show front and center, skirting around the pushing and shoving. The other concertgoers gave him space and respect without sacrificing their own enjoyment. This type of show can be dangerous for anyone, wheelchair or not, and his enjoyment was mutual and communal despite his disability. The space he was given was a gesture of camaraderie without being condescending.
At the end of the show, a couple of his buddies give him an experience he surely enjoyed. Watch the video below starting at 3:55.
Purchase Fucked Up's albums here.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
My favorite albums of the decade.
The “00’s” and the advent of the computer and Internet as our primary source for information made music easier to hear about, make, produce, sell, share and remix. It is more than downloading a song or torrent; this new era has been a cultural and artistic revolution. The albums listed below, and many others, are so good that it reaffirms my belief that the best music will still never be on traditional radio (another dying institution), so why bother with the expectation. Be happy you were here for it.
1. Broken Social Scene – You Forgot It In People (2003)
Broken Social Scene is a collective of musicians who each bring something special to You Forgot It In People. Instead of getting a structured rock album, we are given a statement of each musician’s expression like a declaration of love of his or her music and, in fact, life itself. What comes from this community is raw rock music that is emotional and passionate. It feels grandiose and orchestral like an opera, even when it is just a meager handful of voices and instruments. The whole album (as many of these albums do) play out best beginning to end, like a movie or a great TV series where you can’t start watching in the middle of second season. No surprise that many of these songs were used in one of the best movies of the decade, Half Nelson. The songs hit a wide range of emotions. Sometimes the songs are sweet and tender like a kiss on your neck and a whisper in your ear. Other moments they are breaking bottles and tear soaked cuss words after a passion-fueled fight. This album has half dozen virtual instrumentals as well that say more with the distant hums and wails, percussive piano and insistent drums than most lyrics can. It moves me every time I listen.
Standouts: Stars and Sons, Anthem for a Seventeen Year Old Girl, Almost Crimes (Radio Kills Remix)
Purchase the album here.
2. LCD Soundsystem – Sounds of Silver (2007)
I am reminded of that classic Dave Chappelle (please come back!) skit where he tackles why white people can’t dance. It isn’t that we can’t dance; we just need the right kind of music. Of course, he ventures of into silly rock stereotypes, but the sentiment rings true. White people can dance and here is Exhibit A. Sometimes disco, sometimes techno, sometimes dub, sometimes punk, James Murphy brings it all together in a package of flashing lights and cowbell. All of the songs are great, but the standouts are epic lengths of 6 to 8 minutes, which is how long you wish all of your favorites songs were. The topics of the songs, however, are often far from dance anthem material. Getting older, being proudly ashamed to be American or aching to be with another (ok, that is pretty common) is where he takes us, but quickly puts us right back on the dance floor where we belong. I can’t even remember why I ever stopped dancing, but looking at 40 coming like a freight train, I want to make sure I can dance as long as I am able. Children of all nations, please join me there.
Standouts: All My Friends, Get Innocuous, Us Vs. Them
Purchase the album here.
3. Interpol – Turn on the Bright Lights (2002)
Blah, blah. Joy Division was better. The truth is that they came along suddenly and ended too soon, so why not try and pick up where they left off? There has been a wave of Joy Division inspired music recently and not unlike the grunge explosion of the 90’s, not a lot of it is worthy of comparison. Interpol’s first full length takes that obvious influence and dresses it up in a $1000 suit. The post-punk jabs and stabs are undeniable, the bass and drums relent for our attention, the vocals are deep, brooding and abstract and the keyboard washes over it all like midnight surf and smoke. Turn on the Bright Lights is dim, hazy and steely cool yet comfortable like your empty bed after a late night. This album proves that imitation and influence, when done right, makes greatness.
Standouts: Untitled, Obstacle 1, The New
Purchase the album and preview a song here.
4. The Arcade Fire – Funeral (2004)
I am going to say it; this is the album U2 wishes they could still make. Ever since Bono got people to sing along about “a mole digging in a hole”, I could see the bottoming out of popular radio rock rapidly approach. Thus we are given The Arcade Fire’s Funeral, an album that is passionate and earnest without a moment of embarrassment for doing so. They have gotten a lot of backlash and bad press recently, but if I stopped listening to a band because they were found to be pretentious, my life would be a quiet one. This band loves their music and wears it on its rolled up, sweaty collective sleeve. You can almost picture them crying as they play and sing their hearts out. Man, if I could do what they do, I would weep as well from the sheer joy. You all can shell out the $100+ for the light and stage show covering up the aging rock star; I will be at the Arcade Fire concert saving my money and time for something better.
Standouts: Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels), Wake Up, Rebellion (Lies)
Purchase the album and preview a song here.
5. The National – Alligator (2005)
A fine example of how Pitchfork can often be dead wrong. Luckily they admitted it in their later posts that they missed the mark by calling this a “grower”. To me, that description still discounts the watershed moment for a truly great band. This is the most tuneful and musically straightforward album in my Top 10 and could easily play next to anything in someone’s classic rock catalog. However, there is a lot going on here beyond the traditional. These songs are aching, upset love songs soaked in booze and turmoil. The music is uncomfortable and tense and sweeps you away from your comfortable home to the nearest forlorn bar. However, the true gem is the vocals: deep, masculine with the confidence of a man who has been hurt many times. If you like your lyrics poetic and picturesque, strap on your headphones and shut your eyes.
Standouts: Secret Meeting, Karen, All The Wine
Purchase the album here.
6. Radiohead – Kid A (2000)
If everyone says it is great, then it must be great. I try not fall into the trappings of rock critics and taste-making bloggers who have already listed their faves and sung the praises time and time again of Radiohead. Here is my take. Radiohead is quite simply the best band over the past 15 years with no one else coming close. Most groups ebb and flow between solid and suspect or have one remarkable album to then succumb to the expectation. Yet Radiohead rolls out a new album every few years while never failing to reach that level of greatness. And Kid A is their best album. Some will argue for the prog-rock, standard setting OK Computer, some even speak of The Bends or In Rainbows are their crowning achievement. But where OK Computer reinvented the rock concept album, Radiohead went ahead and reinvented it again. That is the stuff of the Beatles. If they manage to not get too serious or pressured by this whole greatness thing (and there is no sign of that), they might just do this for a long, long time.
Standouts: Everything In It’s Right Place, Optimistic, Morning Bell
Purchase the album here.
7. Girl Talk – Night Ripper (2006)
A lot of people hate Andy Warhol. His exploitation and blatant stealing of mundane items and events for his own personal statements on culture makes many question whether it is viable art. I argue that the purpose of art is to invoke those polarizing discussions and that in itself makes it the most important kind of art. Enter Greg Gillis, a guy who loves all music; rock, hip hop, new, old, beautiful, profane; so much that he wants it all together in one song and, damnit, he wants everyone who feels the same way right next to him. Like many great artists, he takes a pseudonym, in this case the disarming title of Girl Talk. He then takes pieces of his favorite songs and lays them over a drum machine beat and makes a joyfully blurred barrage of music without the borders of culture or genre. It is equal parts social commentary, methodical trashing of fair use laws and boundless dance party. Sure, there are arguments and lawsuits over Girl Talk, but that is just one more instance on the growing list of how the dinosaurs of music distribution and ownership will never get it, even as they are sinking in the tar pits of their own making. When the big record companies eventually crumble, we can play Girl Talk at the funeral so it won’t be so sad.
Standouts: Smash Your Head, Bounce That, Overtime
Purchase the album here.
8. TV on the Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2004)
Have you ever watched a sci-fi movie or a film takes place in the future and they try to define the ultramodern setting with REALLY BAD INDUSTRIAL/HARD ROCK MUSIC? Think of the final Matrix film or Strange Days. I know, ugh. Your heart need not yearn any longer, for TV on the Radio is that futuristic music and it is happening right now. They have been picking up fans and critical accolades over the more recent albums, but this is the one that has captured the most spirit, energy and intensity. Their sound is the bastard mix of space age trance and doo-wop harmonies that causes each new listener to sit back upon first listen. They are taken aback when they hear shards of each song’s surrounding ambience: bleating horns, machinery hums, bass and guitars interweaving like car crashes. Just when it is almost too intense, those reassuring, soulful vocals rise above the thump and grind. And it is beautiful.
Standouts: The Wrong Way, Dreams, Ambulance
Purchase the album here.
9. Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Fever To Tell (2003)
Sometimes music just has to be nasty. It could be John Lee Hooker growling “boomboomboomboom” or John Lydon spitting on you with utter disdain. Whether the crotch grabbing, bedroom groaning vocalist is Peaches or David Lee Roth, you sometimes need a little raunch in your rock. That is what this album is, strutting, seedy and sexy music to sink your teeth into. The songs are short and straight ahead, a stripped down drum and guitar combo fronted by Karen O, exotic and glamorous as she coos and howls like an overheated sports car. There is no time wasted as the lyrics and music dually plunge into each track to bring up taboo topics such as rough sex, incest and ambiguous gender roles sung about without a hint of shame over a pummeling beat. Even the calm tracks still glisten with the sweat of long, hot evening that went so right, even when it went a little wrong.
Standouts: Black Tongue, Maps, Y Control
Purchase the album here.
10. Sleater-Kinney – The Woods (2005)
The final choice on a list is always the most difficult. All considered albums have such strong qualities, but none had the sledgehammer of emotions of this swan song from the best all female rock band ever. By the time The Woods came out, Sleater-Kinney was well respected and had grimy handfuls of indie cred. Like all great bands they wanted to push their boundaries to play and sing in a whole new way. With the help from some seriously overdriven production, they bore this album of edgy stress and dark fury. The best example is on the first track, where the lyrics are as simple as a child’s nursery rhyme but are delivered with an overt display of unrestrained anger as the instruments pummel in their best attempt to cause you pain. There is such blatant anger here that I am literally scared to consider what personal demons were summoned for this album. Maybe they were close to breaking up when they recorded this album or maybe this album literally drove them apart, but I am hard pressed to find a better way for a seminal band such as Sleater-Kinney to leave the stage.
Standouts: The Fox, Rollercoaster, Steep Air
Purchase the album here.
1. Broken Social Scene – You Forgot It In People (2003)
Broken Social Scene is a collective of musicians who each bring something special to You Forgot It In People. Instead of getting a structured rock album, we are given a statement of each musician’s expression like a declaration of love of his or her music and, in fact, life itself. What comes from this community is raw rock music that is emotional and passionate. It feels grandiose and orchestral like an opera, even when it is just a meager handful of voices and instruments. The whole album (as many of these albums do) play out best beginning to end, like a movie or a great TV series where you can’t start watching in the middle of second season. No surprise that many of these songs were used in one of the best movies of the decade, Half Nelson. The songs hit a wide range of emotions. Sometimes the songs are sweet and tender like a kiss on your neck and a whisper in your ear. Other moments they are breaking bottles and tear soaked cuss words after a passion-fueled fight. This album has half dozen virtual instrumentals as well that say more with the distant hums and wails, percussive piano and insistent drums than most lyrics can. It moves me every time I listen.
Standouts: Stars and Sons, Anthem for a Seventeen Year Old Girl, Almost Crimes (Radio Kills Remix)
Purchase the album here.
2. LCD Soundsystem – Sounds of Silver (2007)
I am reminded of that classic Dave Chappelle (please come back!) skit where he tackles why white people can’t dance. It isn’t that we can’t dance; we just need the right kind of music. Of course, he ventures of into silly rock stereotypes, but the sentiment rings true. White people can dance and here is Exhibit A. Sometimes disco, sometimes techno, sometimes dub, sometimes punk, James Murphy brings it all together in a package of flashing lights and cowbell. All of the songs are great, but the standouts are epic lengths of 6 to 8 minutes, which is how long you wish all of your favorites songs were. The topics of the songs, however, are often far from dance anthem material. Getting older, being proudly ashamed to be American or aching to be with another (ok, that is pretty common) is where he takes us, but quickly puts us right back on the dance floor where we belong. I can’t even remember why I ever stopped dancing, but looking at 40 coming like a freight train, I want to make sure I can dance as long as I am able. Children of all nations, please join me there.
Standouts: All My Friends, Get Innocuous, Us Vs. Them
Purchase the album here.
3. Interpol – Turn on the Bright Lights (2002)
Blah, blah. Joy Division was better. The truth is that they came along suddenly and ended too soon, so why not try and pick up where they left off? There has been a wave of Joy Division inspired music recently and not unlike the grunge explosion of the 90’s, not a lot of it is worthy of comparison. Interpol’s first full length takes that obvious influence and dresses it up in a $1000 suit. The post-punk jabs and stabs are undeniable, the bass and drums relent for our attention, the vocals are deep, brooding and abstract and the keyboard washes over it all like midnight surf and smoke. Turn on the Bright Lights is dim, hazy and steely cool yet comfortable like your empty bed after a late night. This album proves that imitation and influence, when done right, makes greatness.
Standouts: Untitled, Obstacle 1, The New
Purchase the album and preview a song here.
4. The Arcade Fire – Funeral (2004)
I am going to say it; this is the album U2 wishes they could still make. Ever since Bono got people to sing along about “a mole digging in a hole”, I could see the bottoming out of popular radio rock rapidly approach. Thus we are given The Arcade Fire’s Funeral, an album that is passionate and earnest without a moment of embarrassment for doing so. They have gotten a lot of backlash and bad press recently, but if I stopped listening to a band because they were found to be pretentious, my life would be a quiet one. This band loves their music and wears it on its rolled up, sweaty collective sleeve. You can almost picture them crying as they play and sing their hearts out. Man, if I could do what they do, I would weep as well from the sheer joy. You all can shell out the $100+ for the light and stage show covering up the aging rock star; I will be at the Arcade Fire concert saving my money and time for something better.
Standouts: Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels), Wake Up, Rebellion (Lies)
Purchase the album and preview a song here.
5. The National – Alligator (2005)
A fine example of how Pitchfork can often be dead wrong. Luckily they admitted it in their later posts that they missed the mark by calling this a “grower”. To me, that description still discounts the watershed moment for a truly great band. This is the most tuneful and musically straightforward album in my Top 10 and could easily play next to anything in someone’s classic rock catalog. However, there is a lot going on here beyond the traditional. These songs are aching, upset love songs soaked in booze and turmoil. The music is uncomfortable and tense and sweeps you away from your comfortable home to the nearest forlorn bar. However, the true gem is the vocals: deep, masculine with the confidence of a man who has been hurt many times. If you like your lyrics poetic and picturesque, strap on your headphones and shut your eyes.
Standouts: Secret Meeting, Karen, All The Wine
Purchase the album here.
6. Radiohead – Kid A (2000)
If everyone says it is great, then it must be great. I try not fall into the trappings of rock critics and taste-making bloggers who have already listed their faves and sung the praises time and time again of Radiohead. Here is my take. Radiohead is quite simply the best band over the past 15 years with no one else coming close. Most groups ebb and flow between solid and suspect or have one remarkable album to then succumb to the expectation. Yet Radiohead rolls out a new album every few years while never failing to reach that level of greatness. And Kid A is their best album. Some will argue for the prog-rock, standard setting OK Computer, some even speak of The Bends or In Rainbows are their crowning achievement. But where OK Computer reinvented the rock concept album, Radiohead went ahead and reinvented it again. That is the stuff of the Beatles. If they manage to not get too serious or pressured by this whole greatness thing (and there is no sign of that), they might just do this for a long, long time.
Standouts: Everything In It’s Right Place, Optimistic, Morning Bell
Purchase the album here.
7. Girl Talk – Night Ripper (2006)
A lot of people hate Andy Warhol. His exploitation and blatant stealing of mundane items and events for his own personal statements on culture makes many question whether it is viable art. I argue that the purpose of art is to invoke those polarizing discussions and that in itself makes it the most important kind of art. Enter Greg Gillis, a guy who loves all music; rock, hip hop, new, old, beautiful, profane; so much that he wants it all together in one song and, damnit, he wants everyone who feels the same way right next to him. Like many great artists, he takes a pseudonym, in this case the disarming title of Girl Talk. He then takes pieces of his favorite songs and lays them over a drum machine beat and makes a joyfully blurred barrage of music without the borders of culture or genre. It is equal parts social commentary, methodical trashing of fair use laws and boundless dance party. Sure, there are arguments and lawsuits over Girl Talk, but that is just one more instance on the growing list of how the dinosaurs of music distribution and ownership will never get it, even as they are sinking in the tar pits of their own making. When the big record companies eventually crumble, we can play Girl Talk at the funeral so it won’t be so sad.
Standouts: Smash Your Head, Bounce That, Overtime
Purchase the album here.
8. TV on the Radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes (2004)
Have you ever watched a sci-fi movie or a film takes place in the future and they try to define the ultramodern setting with REALLY BAD INDUSTRIAL/HARD ROCK MUSIC? Think of the final Matrix film or Strange Days. I know, ugh. Your heart need not yearn any longer, for TV on the Radio is that futuristic music and it is happening right now. They have been picking up fans and critical accolades over the more recent albums, but this is the one that has captured the most spirit, energy and intensity. Their sound is the bastard mix of space age trance and doo-wop harmonies that causes each new listener to sit back upon first listen. They are taken aback when they hear shards of each song’s surrounding ambience: bleating horns, machinery hums, bass and guitars interweaving like car crashes. Just when it is almost too intense, those reassuring, soulful vocals rise above the thump and grind. And it is beautiful.
Standouts: The Wrong Way, Dreams, Ambulance
Purchase the album here.
9. Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Fever To Tell (2003)
Sometimes music just has to be nasty. It could be John Lee Hooker growling “boomboomboomboom” or John Lydon spitting on you with utter disdain. Whether the crotch grabbing, bedroom groaning vocalist is Peaches or David Lee Roth, you sometimes need a little raunch in your rock. That is what this album is, strutting, seedy and sexy music to sink your teeth into. The songs are short and straight ahead, a stripped down drum and guitar combo fronted by Karen O, exotic and glamorous as she coos and howls like an overheated sports car. There is no time wasted as the lyrics and music dually plunge into each track to bring up taboo topics such as rough sex, incest and ambiguous gender roles sung about without a hint of shame over a pummeling beat. Even the calm tracks still glisten with the sweat of long, hot evening that went so right, even when it went a little wrong.
Standouts: Black Tongue, Maps, Y Control
Purchase the album here.
10. Sleater-Kinney – The Woods (2005)
The final choice on a list is always the most difficult. All considered albums have such strong qualities, but none had the sledgehammer of emotions of this swan song from the best all female rock band ever. By the time The Woods came out, Sleater-Kinney was well respected and had grimy handfuls of indie cred. Like all great bands they wanted to push their boundaries to play and sing in a whole new way. With the help from some seriously overdriven production, they bore this album of edgy stress and dark fury. The best example is on the first track, where the lyrics are as simple as a child’s nursery rhyme but are delivered with an overt display of unrestrained anger as the instruments pummel in their best attempt to cause you pain. There is such blatant anger here that I am literally scared to consider what personal demons were summoned for this album. Maybe they were close to breaking up when they recorded this album or maybe this album literally drove them apart, but I am hard pressed to find a better way for a seminal band such as Sleater-Kinney to leave the stage.
Standouts: The Fox, Rollercoaster, Steep Air
Purchase the album here.
Friday, February 19, 2010
New Broken Social Scene Song - World Sick
I am a huge fan of Broken Social Scene. In fact, You Forgot It In People was my favorite album of the decade. Their new album titled Forgiveness Rock Record is available on May 4 on Arts and Crafts. You only have to give them your email address. Sounds like a win-win to me.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
My First Post
I love music. That is probably the most obvious statement of the decade. Not that it came from me, but everyone loves music. I guess everyone loves music different ways or for different reasons. But for me, I love the passion, the drama, the emotional pendulum that is found in the great rock album. It tells a story, reads a poem, paints pictures, takes snapshots, lights a scene and performs its parts to perfection while the only visual element involved is the album cover (if you still buy the actual album). Sometimes the dramatic arc is obvious; sometimes you can create it with your own imagination. The album, specifically the “rock” album, seems like an antique in this era of information NOW! and quick (moreover quickly forgotten) pop hits. Because of this, the musicians of the new millennium who work under the construct of the well-worn album have become, in fact, unintentional historians. As we progress into this vast future and finish up the “00’s”, it is up to us who cherish music to keep this increasingly unsupported artistic medium alive and well. And like all historical moments and ideas, we keep it alive by remembering, nurturing and giving to the next generation.
And let’s be honest, the music of the 90’s was, in large part, a drag. Nirvana, et al, blew up radio music and gave us the culmination of all their influences draped in wails and mumbles of anguish and hammering, this-one-goes-to-eleven power rock. Instead of raising the bar and opening artistic souls, sadly we were inundated with poor facsimiles of the real thing. There was good, even great, rock-based music, but you had to dig past the corporate ranks or jump ship to the maturation of hip-hop. Thank God for the new decade, century and millennium so we could shake off those stale shackles of ROCK and reveal all of the pretenders for who they really were.
I hear a lot of people limiting themselves by saying they don’t enjoy this style or that sound; they just like basic rock music. To me, that is like saying that you only like the color red. There are lots of nice shades and tints, but essentially, it’s still just red. I say put a little blue and yellow in your music and bring some new color to your ears.
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