Archive for June, 2011

Just Once

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How to Dress Well’s decision to gussy up a handful of tracks from his masterful Love Remains is, in essence, an interesting thought experiment.  What happens when you take something that was beautiful because it was gorgeously flawed and turn it into something that is beautiful because it is conventionally gorgeous?

The songs that made up Love Remains were bathed in acid, cleaned with scouring pad, and bleached in the scorching kilowatts of the afternoon sun.  The tape hiss and feedback gunk that accumulated on these fragile slow jams was part and parcel of their stark beauty.  Now, however, How to Dress Well has re-recorded some of their rough beauties, backing them with a clear piano and a lush chamber orchestra.  The most immediate effect of this intense beautification process is realizing that you’re experiencing something like the Platonic forms of Krell’s songs.  These versions are polished, elevated, idealized, the strings raising them beyond the humble muck of their origins.

All the credit, of course, goes to the strength of Krell’s compositions that they can withstand such a treatment.  ”Suicide Dream 1,” in particular, gains the most from the makeover.  The song’s lyrics become infinitely clearer, and it’s a real tear-jerker: “I was sleeping in the back of the car we took/And now I’m just missing you.”  And the revamped “Decisions” remains as bittersweet and lovely as it has always been.  Though these songs lose a bit of their R&B flavor, they retain enough to allow us to find their deeper soul.  They aren’t just to products of a bedroom R&B revivalist; these are wholly unique compositions of someone who knows the conventions well enough to subvert them beyond almost all recognition.

The most important change, however, is Krell’s angelic voice itself.  We got a bit of the true glory of Krell’s voice on his breathtaking cover of R. Kelly’s wistful “I Wish,” but here we’re treated to his unadorned talent.  He doesn’t pull any notes or reach for heights he can’t hit; everything is perfectly measured, especially when he double-tracks his voice to harmonize with itself.

Though Just Once more ostensibly pretty than Love Remains, they nonetheless share an important attribute: Krell is seemingly still interested in maintaining intensities.  Instead of EQ busting feedback and squall, the string section occasionally descends to bring some serious air to the song, lifting it from its moorings.  The moments when the strings bloom and flourish are analogous to the swells of feedback that dominated Love Remains‘ aesthetic.  But more importantly, Krell has managed to retain the essential spirit of the original songs.  On his post announcing the release of the EP, he quotes Rainer Maria Rilke, the gloomiest romantic to ever pick up a pen:  ”And we too / once.  Never again.  But this having been once / even if only once: to have been of the earth seems irrevocable.”  This comes from Rilke’s arresting Duino Elegies (the ninth elegy, in particular), and it’s bewilderingly sad realization that all of us must come to one day.   Just Once is dedicated to Krell’s friend Ryan Douglas Hutchon, who died last September.  When Krell confesses ”I think about you daily, daily, daily” in the stirring climax of “Suicide Dream 1,” it’s enough crack your swollen heart in two miserable pieces.  And the only thing you can really do is brace yourself because you have three more tracks of heartbreak coming your way.

Rating: 8.5 / 10

N.B.: A dollar from each sale of the vinyl edition (of which there are only 1000) will be donated to MindFreedom.org, an organization devoted to promoting human rights within international health care systems.  Also, if that isn’t enough incentive for your cynical heart, then those lucky enough to snag a platter will get a handwritten note from Krell himself.

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06 2011

Trust Issues

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Drake’s “Trust Issues” is a sad pity party that drags the listener down into his darkly luxurious hotel room to drink deep from his cup of despair.  He sounds so convincingly dejected, so convincingly depressed that you’re kind of amazed that he even rolled out of bed to record it.  But The Weeknd’s immediate cover of “Trust Issues” elevates the song above Drake’s phoned-in soporific performance.  In Tesfaye’s hands, the song becomes, surprisingly (unsurprisingly?) even darker, revealing a latent anger hidden in the lyrics.  The titular trust issues become a two-way street where doubt and uncertainty become as seductive as they are destructive:  ”I popped one./Girl, I’m lying; I’m on a few./Don’t you worry. this ain’t new/Can we take this to your spot?  I’m on eviction number two.”  As always, The Weeknd’s special talent is in making bleak debauchery sound strangely appealing.  When he reaches a nihilistic ecstasy in the first chorus about popping pills (“Fuck it, I popped one”), the reckless abandon in Tesfaye’s voice is dizzyingly intoxicating.

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06 2011

Romance

Sleater-Kinney’s breakup really stung, especially considering that the trio had recently released arguably their finest album since Dig Me Out.  As a consolation prize, we got a solo album from Corin Tucker; another record from Quasi, the Sam Coomes/Janet Weiss duo; and a satisfactory season of Portlandia from Carrie Brownstein.  And now we have Wild Flag, a fearsome foursome featuring Weiss and Brownstein from S-K, Rebecca Cole from The Minders, and Mary Timony from Helium.  Since roughly 1995, I have harbored a rock ‘n’ roll crush on fully two-thirds of this band, and I couldn’t be more excited for them to release more bouncy punk bop like “Romance” in the future.  This thing hits so many high notes that it’s difficult to know where to begin: Brownstein’s pouty delivery, Weiss’ bottom-heavy backbeat, Timony’s  the surf rock guitar accents, the bouncy organ, the pounding breakdown from 2:50 to 3:02.  Everything about this song presses just right on all of the musical pleasure in my brain.  They’re not Sleater-Kinney, and they’re not Helium.  But short of a miraculous bout of reunion fever, Wild Flag is a very good second best.

Wild Flag – Romance by MergeRecords

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06 2011

Best Songs of 2011 So Far

As I’ve said plenty of times elsewhere, song lists are a lot more fun for me than albums lists because they are, by their very nature, more diverse, more inclusive, more eclectic.  From grinding religio-funk of Lady Gaga’s “Judas” to the earnest heart-on-sleeve valentine of Jamie XX’s “Far Nearer,” 2011 has produced a field of candidates as strong as any other year.  As always, the list is composed to either singles or album tracks from records that otherwise passed me by.

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Best Albums of 2011 So Far

Taking stock around New Years is for amateurs.  It takes real courage to look over your shoulder in the middle of the year.  The disappointments have already started to pile up, but so have the accomplishments.  The winners, the surprises, the sure bets, and the dark horses—they’re all present and accounted for here.  I arbitrarily capped myself at twenty albums, so there are some otherwise very good albums missing from the list: Raekwon, Africa Hitech, Egyptrixx, Ghost.  But what is here is, I think, the best that 2011 has to offer intrepid listeners.

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Quick Reviews (Mixed Bag Edition)

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Various Artists Brand New Wayo: Funk, Fast Times, & Nigerian Boogie Badness 1979-1983 // When I was a teenager, I always admired the kind of people who cherished lovingly curated compilations of the music of obscure movements or time periods or exotic locations.  But the unfortunate reality is that reissue sets are prohibitively expensive.  Thankfully, I have a totally awesome girlfriend who bought me a copy of Soul Jazz’s latest compilation of Nigerian Boogie.  With the recent Nigeria 70 and Nigeria Special anthologies, Nigerian Boogie is finding its moment in the relative spotlight.  While I can’t compare it to those previous compilations, I can say that the music that spans across Brand New Wayo‘s double LP is dizzyingly exciting Afro-funk of the highest order.  Flush with petrodollars, Nigeria evidently spent the late 70s and early 80s in rapt celebration of their newfound democracy (which would later sort of collapse with another military coup).  If Brand New Wayo is at all accurate, then Nigeria in those years feels like a non-stop party of coke disco and speed funk.  And the best of the anthology mixes funk and disco and afrobeat into an intoxicating brew.  There’s Oby Onyioha’s incomparably lovely “I Want to Feel Your Love,” an insidiously catchy number that wouldn’t have been out of place in Studio 54 in 1978.  Then there’s Mixed Grill’s afro-centric “A Brand New Wayo,” the only track that really recalls more familiar afrobeat of the 70s.  The twin highlights on the record, though, are Kris Okotie’s “Show Me Your Backside” and Dizzy Falola’s “Excuse Me Baby.”  These two lushly produced tracks sound like a cross between Fela Kuti and Stevie Wonder, as the wonderful liner notes point out.  All told, I don’t have the historical knowledge to speak about the relevancy of his exhibition, but I know music enough to understand that this is a superb collection of disco-funk for anyone in the market for playful horns and nasty synthesizers and deep grooves.  Rating: 8 / 10

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Fucked Up David Comes to Life // Let’s not pretend that there aren’t precedent’s for Fucked Up’s latest opus.  Both Double Nickels on the Dime and Zen Arcade are enormous records that need a significant investment before they start dolling out returns.  Still, David Comes to Life is a prohibitive record: prohibitively paced, prohibitively dense, prohibitively aggressive, prohibitively sentimental.  But considering that it’s the most ambitious punk record in a generation (or two), David Comes to Life is certainly not prohibitively enjoyable.  Taken as a whole, the album is just too dense to truly enjoy as a long player, especially when you consider that the band are telling a complicated, surreal love story about a pair of Thatcher-era factory workers in love with each other.  But outside of the byzantine narrative, David Comes to Life features some impressive punk songcraft.  The album begins with an unbelievable string of excellent songs: “Queen of Hearts,” “Under My Nose,” “The Other Shoe,” three of the best songs on the whole record.  Getting to the end of record may be difficult (especially after playing the first quarter on repeat), but the album rewards patience.  ”Lights Go Up,” the record’s closer, is a real barn-burner.  Well, they’re all barn-burners.  David Comes to Life is a fantastically loud record that never flags or wavers; it never loses steam or sacrifices its quality.  While the narrative aspect of the album may be its most frustrating feature, David Comes to Life thankfully doesn’t depend on its appreciation.  If you’re up for 80 minutes of scorched-earth power punk, then this record is an embarrassment of punk riches.  Rating: 8 / 10

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Clams Casino Rainforest // No longer content with the breathless cooing of Imogen Heap, Mike Volpe’s appropriations of hauntingly beautiful samples now extend to the cinematic.  The first video for Rainforest is a selection of hauntingly beautiful tracking shots from Werner Herzog’s tropical mindfuck Aguirre the Wrath of God. The combination of Volpe’s sounds and Herzog’s images is more than appropriate because both men seem to be concerned with local stories that seem to have sweeping, celestial import.  Rainforest is an EP that feels both incredibly small and incredibly large, telescoping between the two with effortless ease.  This paradox at the heart of Clams Casino’s music is the exact feature that makes Volpe one of the more interesting beatmeisters of recent memory.  The closing track, “Gorilla,” best exemplifies this paradox of size and scope.  When locked into a quietly lush groove of dense bass and hushed strings, its cruising the through the starry firmament of cymbal crashes and aching vocal samples.  Elsewhere, as on the breathtaking “Natural” or “Waterfalls,” Volpe aims for the slow burn of a blooming, flowery synths and ghosted vocals, finding the cooler regions of ambient that Enya has yet to discover.  While Clams Casino’s previous release, the excellent Instrumentals, was largely taken from beats he crafted for others, Rainforest features five tracks that exist in and of themselves.  This represents a significant step forward for Volpe because it further establishes his own voice outside of the marketplace of beats.  Rating: 7.5 / 10

Body Work // Fuck My Brains Out!

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The-Dream’s Prince impression is getting better all the time.  Actually, it’s so good at this point that it verges on parody, which sort of serves The-Dream’s near parodic ends as the master of contemporary sex jamz.  In advance of his forthcoming The Love IV (Diary of a Madman), The-Dream has given away two tracks nearly as good as “Yamaha,” “Fast Car,” and “Rockin’ that Shit.”  First, “Body Work” features a heaving beat that bumps and grinds like R. Kelly or Ginuwine at their horniest.  But “Body Work” (and, by extension, The-Dream) reaches its logical conclusion with “Fuck My Brains Out!”  The song is disarmingly and stupidly brilliant.  As an homage to The Purple One, it’s perhaps even more spot on than even “Yamaha,” itself a near send-up of “Little Red Corvette.”  The bouncy beat is buoyed by a lot of subtle synth work and breathy backing vocals; this could have easily been a b-side to Sign O’ The Times.  The cheap sleaze of “Fuck My Brains Out!” only finds its clearest expression in the thrillingly mindless lyrics:  ”She said, ‘Listen to me, baby.  I know one day you gonna up and leave”/She know I’m a Virgo and I’m impossible to please/Looked into my eyes, turned around, got on her knees/She said, “I know you a cheater, but boy before you leave, fuck my brains out!”  Even as a fantasy, this is pretty insipid stuff, but this is essentially a rewrite of “Darling Nikki” or “Head.”  But what’s ultimately impressive is that The-Dream so innately understands the mechanics of soulful pop invented by Prince that he can update it for contemporary audiences without coming across as merely derivative.

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06 2011

James Drake

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The unspoken law of the land is that all mashups have to come with clever names.  Hence: James Drake.  While the moniker for Bombé’s mashup of Drake and James Blake is refreshingly straightforward, the project itself is a complicated experiment in grafting these divergent branches of futuro-R&B.  Under Bombé’s steady hand, the fusion of the British avant-garde basshead with the Canadian Kanye protégé melds their respective strengths into an unstoppably pleasing tape.  Just listen to the subtly brilliant “Wilhem’s Fucking Best,” which merges Blake’s “Wilhelm’s Scream” with Drake’s “Best I Ever Had” into gaudily elegant slow jam.

Stream the mixtape here.

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06 2011

East Harlem

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Listen, Zach Condon’s age is a big fucking deal.  The guy was still only 19 (!) when he wrote and recorded Gulag Orkestar, an album of startling beauty and sophistication.  And now he’s trying to tell us that that the exquisite “East Harlem“ has been kicking around his skull since he was 17 years old.  What did you do when you were 17, huh?  What did any of us do besides smoke sickly joints behind the 7-11 or accomplish personal feats of masturbation or strengthen our thumbs with a joystick?  While we were goofing away our youth, Condon was writing a romantic little ditty that could bring tears to the eyes of grown-ass men.  The lead single from Beirut’s third long player, The Rip Tide, “East Harlem” is another stunner featuring Baltic horns and Soviet drum rolls, more Slavic folk music doubling as heart-rending indie rock.  As always, Condon is able to translate a gentle sense of melancholy with his stately minimalism.  The lyrics, as always, paint in broad strokes that are surprisingly evocative:  Condon finds the “sound of your breath in the cold” a beacon, guiding him the uncrossable “1000 miles” between him downtown and her uptown.

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06 2011

Summer Vacation

No Genre is on a much-deserved vacation for the next week, but it’ll be back soon enough.  Look out for reviews featuring, among others, Shabazz Palaces, Beirut, and How to Dress Well.  If this vacation is anything like the one I took last year (see photo above), then I should have some excellent stories for y’all.

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06 2011