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Almost every song was punctuated by a pep talk about love and the pain that surrounds it and she really took the time to bond with her audience.

Standing atop a crane that extended out to the audience before singing Clean, she told them some home truths in a motivational speech about being strong and being beautiful as well as thanking fans from overseas for coming along.

—  The Daily Record on Taylor and The 1989 Tour (I’m really glad that critics see how much Tay bonds with her fans)
Pink Floyd - The Wall

Side one of “The Wall” is better than side one of anything else.  And “Mother did it need to be so high?” gives me chills every fucking time.

This is the vinyl mix I had when I was a kid.  And it’s glorious.  The remasters are fine, but this mix is how I grew up.  And the art.  You don’t get this kind of immersive art with an MP3…

…and the liner notes–fun fact–are why my handwriting looks the way it does…

Stupid fucking internet angst. Minutes 4 through 9 of ’Elevation’ doesn’t help. I should post a picture of Pharoah Sanders so white kids will know to hit ‘like’. I’m a white kid too. This has been a passive aggressive Tumblr post. There’s a black hole inside me, that’s where the good things go. I am clinging to him hoping his goodness can save me. If he doesn’t feel the weight of me yet then it’s only a matter of time. He called me back from work, ’Greeting to Saud’ parted the clouds in my head, and then I cried so hard my contact squeezed itself outta my left eye. I’m trying to find a foothold here. Good days follow bad days follow good days. I work sometimes but when I don’t the fear creeps in. I should just stay busy all the time. I should go to the coffee shop where my roommate is. I should finish my resume. I never wanted to need love this badly but holy shit I can’t wait to see his face on my doorstep next week. Now I’m scared again, so much want and need never ended well. An informal poll of my ex-boyfriends reveals they miss my cooking the most. Thank god for his unsophisticated palate, thank god he’s got the patience of a saint. I’m a bad girl trying to be good, he’s a good boy trying to be good but he doesn’t know that yet. I need some sort of combination saint and sanitation worker to deal with all my shit. I’m gonna fuck this up, some kind of shoe is gonna drop. Here comes the fear again, the end is near again. 'Ore-Se-Rere’ is telling me there’s a world outside the one in my head and I should lighten the fuck up. ’The Gathering’ is beautiful and then breaks down and then it gets beautiful again, it wants me to know that that’s just how the world is. I’m still trying to learn shit everyone else figured out when they were five. If I had had more love I’d be stronger by now. I wish I was one of those serene motherfuckers who had nice childhoods and now they’re untouchable. Or one of those tough motherfuckers whose lives were a pile of shit but it made them flinty and wise. I’m having a nervous breakdown almost every day over the stupidest shit. May he never feel like a caretaker or a crutch, may I never be a burden to the one I love, lord don’t let me fuck this up. This has been a really stupid Tumblr post.

Boston’s 1976 eponymous debut sounds like was written at least five years too early, which is maybe why the then-unknown band sold 1M records in a few months and had their NYC debut at Madison Square Garden. Between the showy guitar playing and Brad Delp’s insane pipes, the album is an obvious precursor to hair metal and exists in this bizarro aural universe linking 70s awesomeness and 80s silliness.

Favorite Lyric: “I looked out this morning and the sun was gone, turned on some music just to start my day. I lost myself in a familiar song, I closed my eyes and I slipped away.”

MUST LISTEN TRACK: ‘Peace of Mind’

Spotify: Boston – Boston

Why Don't They Teach Heartbreak At School?
  • Why Don't They Teach Heartbreak At School?
  • Aerial
  • Why Don't They Teach Heartbreak At School?
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Aerial - Why Don’t They Teach Heartbreak At School?

Every so often a record comes along that takes you completely by surprise, blows you off your feet, then helps you up again so you can wear your feet out dancing to it, as is the case with Scottish power pop band Aerial’s second long-player, a mere 13 years after their debut album ‘Back Within Reach’ (!). 

I’m talking the kind of record that makes you want to purchase this band’s record, and all their other records, and their t-shirts, and then more copies of their records so you can give them to other people. That is how good it is.

The unassuming pastel pink cover hides a deceptive dozen new gems that will thrill and delight upon repeated listening. It must be something in the water up Glasgae way: like fellow denizens Teenage Fanclub and Attic Lights, Aerial deal in sweetly melodic rock with big hooks, Beach Boy-esque harmonies and buzzsaw guitars. And let’s not forget the lyrics! In short, the kind of songs that, once they’re in your head, they never want to leave.

[To these ears, anyway, there’s also quite a resemblance to late 90s heroes Silver Sun and Dutch power-pop-punks the Travoltas, so if all of these bands tick your boxes you’ll be all over this without having to read any further].

But for those that need any more convincing: Check the hammering Smithereens-esque guitars and drums on the opening track “Cartoon Eyes, Cartoon Heart” before the too-catchy-for-words title song asks the question that most of us have been asking since the dawn of time (or at least formal education). 

[The band have graciously allowed that track to be shared here for your aural delight, and I can assure you that with one listen you will be as hooked as I was.]

Each successive song is just as good as the last, each with new sounds to get lost in, like the surf guitars on “Great Teenager”, the melodica on “Madeline It’s Me”, the lap steel licks on “More Than Alcohol”.. and so it goes. 

But the last two tracks are my personal highlights: the epic “Where You Are” (which I am totally, utterly, unabashedly unashamed to admit moved me to tears on the first listen) and the heavenly closer - quite literally - “Wave Goodbye To Scotland”. 

I could dissect and describe every aspect of all these songs for you but that would be a complete waste of time; all you need to know is that you need to hear them as soon as possible. If you have ears and a pulse, your life will be improved immeasurably by this joyful record. Couldn’t be more highly recommended - 10/10

BEST OF THE BEST OF 2012: NPR’S TOP 50

It’s that time of year again: anus itch season. Talkadoodles and decidamathons. Music music guess what’s what. A time when publications that talk about music release their you-scratch-my-back-I-scratch-yours list of artists whose record labels bought ad space or sent free download codes. Or, less cynically: music from the year, presented in a more digestible form than most of the time, cranked out and hastily invoiced by beleaguered critics everywhere, hopefully in time to get the poor bastards on the bottom rungs of the biz a little extra holiday cash, and editors and mid-tier scramblers can wait out the clock until the new year by dicking around on Twitter and calling it business. Yes, that’s the least cynical version I can think of for what happens every December with the lists. It’s a mad dash to be the first to limp to the finish.

The good news for regular citizens is you can finally just read one thing and get some straight answers out of people. Or at least less crooked answers. Most of the time music reviews are complete bullshit, like that timesomebody at Vice didn’t like the new Metz album because apparently in that particular 20 minute chunk of their lives they had a migraine and the drums kicked too much ass for them to handle without pukeyfacing. Music reviews are bullshit because the person writing them is getting paid somewhere between zero and some piddling useless amount of dollars, and therefore there’s no stakes, and therefore say whatever you think is best to keep the piddling useless dollars coming in, and do it quick with the first thought that pops into your head because your opinion will never matter as much as word of mouth plus time anyway, and it’s not like the free download is a huge favor because the internet exists. BUT: end of the year lists pare down all that regular bullshit and focus on the bullshit that these people apparently actually believe.

I am a fan of year-end lists because they serve as a roadmap to what kind of people believe what outlandish bullshit things. I like to take these lists, most of which consist of stuff I never heard of because I’ve managed to limit my informational intake to hyper-specific, reliable filters which generally do not waste my time telling me about stuff I have a low chance of actually liking, and attack them with my own kneejerk bullshit. Why? Because that’s even lazier and more cynical than writing a list of my own, and it results in more piddling useless dollars for me. You’re welcome.

Take for example the alphabetically arranged non-hierarchical list supplied by the poor deluded fucks at NPR. Alright gang, let’s riff. Let’s have an NPRty.

Ab-Soul, Control System

I’m sure NPR likes this because this guy is saying some moderately thoughtful stuff and the beats are less predictable than usual, but who actually wants to listen to a song called “Double Standards”? Why stop there? Why not a club banger called “Airport Security”?

Alabama Shakes, Boys And Girls

Making music your parents would like isn’t just for the Fleet Foxes anymore.

Alisa Weilerstein, Cello Concertos (Elgar & Carter)

Look out Yo-Yo Ma, there’s a new cellist in zzzzzzz

Alt-J, An Awesome Wave

Here’s the first of probably many entries on this list which seems like its primary reason for existing is to be transition music on NPR. Like there’s some report on a Peruvian ballet troupe struggling to make art with their limited resources, and then this pops on for fifteen seconds to help convince you that what you just heard was in fact very interesting and not a desperate attempt at interestingness which combines several things you don’t care about. It is relatively high energy, but stark and dramatic at the same time, and it’s constantly throwing “interesting” sounds at you, like bassoons and toy pianos, and layering everything a million times for no reason. And now here’s Terry Gross with “Fresh Air.”

Andy Stott, Luxury Problems

This is the kind of electronic music you’d hear in a modern art museum and it’s actually more boring than silence.

Astro, Astro

A nice lil’ multi-culti entry for NPR, this one apparently a Chilean version of MGMT. There is actually some very cool shit going on in Chile right now. This is the Wavves to that cool shit’s Thee Oh Sees.

Berlin Philharmonic, St. Matthew Passion

You know who I love? Classical radio DJs. They’re the best. Just in general, when people are only into classical music: the best. I mean, terrible, yeah, but taking the stance that nothing good has happened for over a hundred years is incredible. I can just picture them wincing at the overbearing city noise and fully bear hugging not just their ears but the entire sides of their heads in agony as a wailing ambulance drives by them on the street. Classical-only people are so prim and snooty and delicate they’re like some vestigial form of cultural renegade. I imagine if you pushed one over they would just lie there totally fucked like an upside-down turtle. You’ve got to love it when human society subverts nature and allows people like that to exist.

Meek Mill, Dreamchasers 2

I feel like hip hop at this point is as horrible and predictable and soul-crushing and ceaseless and artless and stagnant as the poverty and violence on the streets it comes from. This guy tells the narrative of how he grew up in a terrible place, sold drugs, and then became successful while so many others didn’t, and his embrace of every trapping of his prosperous lifestyle is fueled by guilt and regret. You may be familiar. Also: you can dance and fuck to it and play it real loud in a car with a lot of bass. Not that NPR listeners are doing those things. Instead they’re nodding their heads to the narrative and saying “oh, isn’t it awful” and “good for him.”

Bobby Womack, The Bravest Man In The Universe

Damon Albarn picked Womack up off the scrap heap and produced this album. It’s kind of like an extremely crappy version of the Rolling Stones reviving Muddy Waters’ career, or a more commercial and electric version of Jon Spencer and R.L. Burnside. I wonder if Bobby knows or cares what the hell is going on here.

Bomba Estereo, Elegancia Tropical

You can guess what this sounds like: an impulse buy CD at a fair trade coffeehouse.

Brooklyn Rider, Seven Steps

If you type “Brooklyn Rider, Seven Steps” into Google, the first results are Amazon, Brooklyn Rider’s website, Brooklyn Rider’s website, Brooklyn Rider’s website, and NPR First Listen. They’re a string quartet, FYI. An extremely well organized one. With a name that sounds like they should be a 2000’s synthpop version of Bachman Turner Overdrive.

Cafe Tacvba, El Objeto Antes Llmado Disco

If a band from Mexico sounds like 70’s Italian prog (think Gentle Giant plus opera) meets Animal Collective (i.e. post-digital American prog), are you allowed to not like it? Not if you’re NPR.

Carla Morrison, Dejenme Llorar

The score so far. Hip hop: 2, soul revival: 2, classical: 3, Spanish language pop: 4, bland Indie pop: 1, minimalist techno: 1, boring: yesalways.

Cat Power, Sun

Cat Power is the musical equivalent of Say Yes To The Dress (the least intolerable reality show my girlfriend watches).

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Titus Andronicus | Dimed Out

In 1940, Woodie Guthrie wrote a series of songs based around the hardship of migrant labourers and put them into an album titled ‘Dust Bowl Ballads’. The record weaved fictional stories, based around the ongoing economic depression in the United States at the time and came to be recognised as the very first concept album within music. Ever since, many of the greatest musicians have toyed with the fictional genre, opting to create fantasy stories to accompany their music and express themselves. It’s here we find Titus Andronicus - not for the first time - as they announce their forthcoming concept album, 'The Most Lamentable Tragegy’, due for release here in the UK on Merge Records.

Four albums in and we see Patrick Stickles and Co have developed a tendancy towards the concept record. Their second release was themed around the American Civil War and was arguably the catalyst to their career. It was an inteligent rock record, as much thought provoking as it was a noisey tribute to angst but it was also criticised by some for it’s bloodymindedness and for perhaps being a little aloof.

Move to the third record of their career and Titus Andronicus turns a corner. Gone is the beard that Patrick Stickles hides himself behind and out emerges a clean shaven, autobiographical songwriter, bearing his soul for all the world to see. In 'Local Business’ we see Stickles tackle personal subjects such as the eating disorder that has plagued him all his life. For me personally, it is the peak of artistic expression to share so openly. Whilst throughout their career, Titus Andronicus have had plenty of ideas, creative flair, intensity, passion and ability; here Titus Andronicus gave us an honest - warts and all - record. At the same time, behind the scenes we see support for the band deminished at their record label, as 'Local Business’ is scheduled for a U.S. release and nowhere else. Here in lies one of the greatest wrongdoings in modern rock music as the world is deprived of a truly great record and thus ends the relationship with XL Recordings.

With their fourth album upon us, I think it’s reasonable to assume that Titus Andronicus’ revertion back into the fictional storytelling style of songwriting, can only be in response to the vote of no confidence given by their last record label. It takes real courage to get up on stage and tell the world your difficult story but I for one am incredibly greatful to Patrick Stickles for doing so. I can only hope that the title of their forthcoming record is a slyly aimed snipe at those who lost faith in them, as Titus Andronicus give us 'The Most Lamentable Tragedy’.

Ian

(photo: my US import copy of 'Local Business’)




Prurient - “Bermuda Drain” (Hydra Head Records 2011)

Man this record is so good.  Prurient has almost completely dropped noise on this album; an album that is full of lush synth melodies and analog drum sequencers.  Some people may be shocked to listen to this if their only other experience with Prurient is say, “History Of AIDS”, but to me it’s been a natural progression up to this album.  Also his job of being lead synth player in Cold Cave I’m sure didn’t hurt either.  

But yeah, this shit is solid gold.  It’s like a heavy industrial/synth pop album with harsh vocals; something you don’t see often in this kind of style.  Maybe some EBM bands do that, but I wouldn’t know. The album is very unlike anything I’ve ever heard. There is even still noise/power electronics on here, check out “Watch Silently”.  

I can't recommend this album enough.  I swear you’ll get a huge boost in hipster points for buying it.  And the vinyl version is so sexy it hurts me to look at it. 

-Log. 

Brainwashed on "Strategies Against The Body"

Atlanta’s DKA Records has been quietly issuing vinyl for the past few years that sits on the outside of conventional techno or electronic music.  Impeccable quality with an appropriately dark edge, they received a bump in notoriety last year issuing High-Functioning Flesh’s debut album, which made waves into the conventional industrial/EBM world.  This compilation, featuring them amongst other label luminaries, has a nice throwback feel while sounding anything but dated.

The title of the record alone made me think back to those early 80s compilations like Rising from the Red Sand or The Elephant Table Album.  Current industrial darlings HFF lead off with “Confuse the Call”, a dance floor stomp consistent with the strongest songs on their debut.  Gurgling low quality samples, jagged Ensoniq synths by Greg Vand, and a catchy, memorable chorus by Susan Subtract (who does the best “yeah!” and “ok!”, second only to perhaps Lil’ Jon) has all the makings of another hit for them.  The duo reappear on the flip side of the record with the Dva Damas edit of “Touch Oblivion Icon”, which strips the song down to its most basic vocal fragments, deep kicks and a truckload of dubby echo and delay throughout.

The 1980s nostalgia feel pops up with a few other contributors here as well.  TWINS’ “A Hero’s Body, A Human’s Heart” rides on taut analog sequences and up front 80s Oingo Boingo-esque quirky vocals distill the best of that neon-tinged cyberpunk vision of the future.  The lengthy “The Red Dress (Parts 1 & 2)” from Tifaret emphasizes the darker edge of new wave, rather than the more conventional pop sounds.  Drums seething with reverb and dramatic, nearly goth vocals blend with a mess of industrial clang and chaos, conjuring bits of the Sisters of Mercy and Skinny Puppy without sounding like either one. RedRedRed’s “An Unrelenting Hour” is cut from a similar cloth, with pseudo British vocals, a wonderfully raw synth lead, and a more laconic tempo.

On a song like Tannhäuser Gate’s “Pulse”, the label’s more techno and dance floor oriented sounds come through strong.  With a throbbing beat and brilliant bassline, bouncing from dense to minimalist arrangements while featuring heavily filtered vocals, it could work just as well in the club as it would in a more focused listening session.  Xander Harris’ “Protoculture” heavily utilizes stuttering kick drums and overdriven keyboard leads to again feel slightly more techno-like, but peppered with dialog samples throughout in lieu of conventional vocals.

Considering the quality of the material on here (and the previous releases on DKA) I hope that this compilation, propelled by the rising popularity of High-Functioning Flesh, will push the label into the spotlight.  With an underground aesthetic, but professional quality in terms of both sound and presentation, the artists showcased on this compilation deserve a more significant amount of exposure.


http://brainwashed.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=10397%3Astrategies-against-the-body&catid=13%3Aalbums-and-singles&Itemid=133

Father To Son
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  • Great To Say Hello
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Ned Brower - Father To Son

Here’s a new pop discovery for 2011: The first solo album by Rooney drummer Ned Brower, recorded in ten days and produced by Mike Viola. Ned’s sweet vocals, last heard on the title track of Rooney’s Wild One EP, are put to great effect on 10 bouncy tracks, the stand-out undoubtedly being this song. Ned has clearly been inspired by Sam Cooke’s What A Wonderful World and lifts the melody line and Sam’s wistful optimism for his own tune. Elsewhere there are echoes of CSNY and Herman’s Hermits on Underneath Your Spell, and the Nick Lowe-aping-Thin Lizzy-aping The Alleyway. Ned has done a fine job making a debut record under his own name. Most of these songs wouldn’t sound out of place on a Rooney album, but Ned’s own take on them is much more relaxed, as is Mike Viola’s production, and it all adds up to a marvellous record. 9/10

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RECORD REVIEWS - The Syria Issue

You may be asking yourself, “Hey, where are VICE’s usual pissy yet strangely on-point reviews? I was looking forward to reading about the latest release from my favorite _____-wave band!” Well, this month we decided to do things a little differently, apropos of our Syria Issue. Below, you’ll find reviews of (mostly) Syrian music, written by Syrian Americans, or in the case of Shalib Danyals, a person who has spent a shitload of time in the country. So far, Middle Eastern music hasn’t really had a ton of crossover appeal—unlike J-pop, K-pop, or Yanni, for instance. That said, you’ve probably been exposed to small doses of Middle Eastern music at some point, maybe without even knowing it.

The thing about a country at war is that what you hear on the news revolves almost exclusively around violence, suffering, and destruction. Hence we felt it relevant to offer insight into the listening habits of Syrians. Of course, the volatile political situation does change things and offers worrisome inspiration. Some Syrian artists have reflected on the turmoil of recent months via their songs, while others avoid the situation entirely—probably because weighing in on the conversation can easily get a musician thrown in prison or even killed.

As far as the “scene” goes over there, trends in music aren’t all that much different from their Western counterparts. Saccharine, hook-heavy pop reigns supreme. A couple of singers made popular by the Arabic version of the Idol franchise (Arab Idol, naturally) have risen up the pop charts. Hip-hop in Syria and other Arab states is slowly but surely developing into a legit genre. Since the beginning of the uprising that began about a year and a half ago, protest songs have steadily increased in popularity. And, of course, music that incorporates traditional sounds and instruments always has a strong following. Most Arabic music tends to rely on this sort of sonic commingling, and that’s what makes it unique. Even the catchiest pop song might include a customary dabke rhythm, or the twang of an oud (a traditional stringed instrument) among a plethora of synths and Auto-Tuned vocals.

Of course, because of the ongoing political tumult, there’s just not a ton of stuff being released at the moment. And as far as the standard music industry goes… Well, let’s just say it wasn’t super-easy to confine this reviews section to recent releases. Still, what we did find runs the gamut from slick pop to raucous techno-dance to heart-wrenching folk.

So read on, and give some of these albums a listen. Keep an open mind. Who knows? Maybe you’ll love it. And even if it’s not your thing, maybe when the next hot Jay-Z song drops, you’ll be able to say you know where a certain sample originated. And, if you’re into bragging, that you knew all about it before it was popular. Enjoy.

–NADA HERBLY

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Sharks - “The Joys Of Living 2008 - 2010” (Rise Records 2011)

This band I really knew nothing about when I bought this.  At all.  The record has a cool cover and it was on colored vinyl and it was $4.  Why the fuck not right?

While it’s not a horrible album, or even a bad album…it’s really just another rock album with a punk (The Clash etc.) influence.  Nothing spectacular.  I will probably have forgotten I even own this record in a few weeks…because thats just how I roll.  Oh yeah, since I bought this I have learned they are from the UK. That’s one thing I know about them. 

-Log.

PS: This post has nothing to do with it being Shark Week, though the coincidence is delightful.  That will not stop me from tagging Shark Week and getting a million new followers for all the wrong reasons.