Tiger Style
Take this album's title as a hint of what to expect. While watching a meteor shower and listening to music, the most exciting thing will, of course, be the meteor shower itself. Tara Jane and Dan are probably two of my favorite current singer/songwriters in the North American rock scene. I've seen both live on a number of occasions with their bands, Ida and Retsin, and once, just recently, in which each did fantastic solo performances. (Dan played on a number of instruments including a couple on harmonium and Tara Jane even did a Bruce Springsteen cover!) Needless to say, when I learned of the impending collaborative release, I was very excited. However, the two people whose voices and lyrics I cherish have ironically recorded an album of almost entirely instrumental songs— songs which disappointingly enough sound like they were explicitly built for vocals. With the exception of "Ooh la la..." (with French [?] vocals), there's a general void of any strong lead instrument. It almost makes me want to organize a letter-writing campaign for the duo to go back and record some lyrics on this record. This soundtrack for getting a midnight snack could easily bore the most sexually inactive vegan cafe patrons. Don't get me wrong, there's no love lost for these two, as they're each still incredible musicians and songwriters. However, if it's their signature sound that you've fallen in love with that you're anticipating, you'd be better off saving your money on this one.
Take this album's title as a hint of what to expect. While watching a meteor shower and listening to music, the most exciting thing will, of course, be the meteor shower itself. Tara Jane and Dan are probably two of my favorite current singer/songwriters in the North American rock scene. I've seen both live on a number of occasions with their bands, Ida and Retsin, and once, just recently, in which each did fantastic solo performances. (Dan played on a number of instruments including a couple on harmonium and Tara Jane even did a Bruce Springsteen cover!) Needless to say, when I learned of the impending collaborative release, I was very excited. However, the two people whose voices and lyrics I cherish have ironically recorded an album of almost entirely instrumental songs— songs which disappointingly enough sound like they were explicitly built for vocals. With the exception of "Ooh la la..." (with French [?] vocals), there's a general void of any strong lead instrument. It almost makes me want to organize a letter-writing campaign for the duo to go back and record some lyrics on this record. This soundtrack for getting a midnight snack could easily bore the most sexually inactive vegan cafe patrons. Don't get me wrong, there's no love lost for these two, as they're each still incredible musicians and songwriters. However, if it's their signature sound that you've fallen in love with that you're anticipating, you'd be better off saving your money on this one.
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"Mali Music" is a collaboration between Blur's Damon Albarn and a groupof musicians from Mali, hence the title. A recent New York Times pieceabout the making of this album brought up the inevitable issue ofcultural piracy and whether Western artists can effectively play withAfrican musicians without somehow exploiting them or tainting thepurity of their music. I feel that setting strict boundaries like thatlimit the overall possibilities of musical creativity and to be honest,I wouldn't have bought an album called "Mali Music" if it didn't havethe added recognizable hook. And I'm glad I did buy it, for a number ofreasons. First of all, the music is really good and different from mostof the new stuff that I listen to; overall it has a much happier,organic feel to it than what's in my normal rotation. Also Albarn'sadditions help add texture, like the dubby bass he puts under the finaltrack, "Les Escrocs" and his minimal vocals throughout the album. Asidefrom his vocals in English on a couple tracks, mostly he stays out ofthe way and leaves it to the musicians from Mail to perform theirmusic. The Times article mentioned that he went to Mali armed only witha melodica in order to keep his role simple and unobtrusive. Hiscontributions are important though and help add a familiar structure tosongs that might otherwise become inaccessible. On the track "SunsetComing On" he expertly weaves his vocals into the instrumental withoutoverwhelming it. I enjoyed listening to the new (to me) instruments andfor most of the album they meshed well with the modern layers ofproduction underneath. Another thing that I liked about the album isthat the proceeds go to Oxfam, a hunger relief organization that helpedsponsor the collaboration. So even if you don't agree with my musicalassessment, at least you won't feel guilty about adding this CD to yourcollection.
For some reason RJD2 is offended by comparisons to DJ Shadow. Iunderstand that DJs who make instrumental hip-hop don't want to beaccused of biting another DJ's style, but if two people have similarmusical interests and both create sample-based music, there is a goodchance that the result will sound similar. RJD2 favors organic drumbreaks and densely layered instrumental tracks, and does a good job ofvarying the flavor of his samples from song to song. If you have heardother Def Jux releases and can't quite get into the abrasive,synthesized, distortion-laden beats then this could be the one for you.
P:ano started in 1999 in Vancouver as a collaboration between NickKrgovich and Larissa Loyva. Nick had been working on some songs whenthey started getting together to sing and play music, and they decidedto work on those songs by fleshing them out with more instruments.Later they added drummer Justin Kellam and Chris Harris, and the solidline-up was complete. "When It's Dark and It's Summer" is their debutrelease, recorded at Hive Studios and co-released on their new labelHive-Fi with Zum Media. As far as first works go, it's an incrediblyaccomplished batch of songs, with fully realized textures and melodies,that work towards a seemingly transcendent goal. This music is not justmeant to live in your ears for the short time you listen to it, it'sintended to invade the spaces behind. And it accomplishes that well,for the most part. P:ano's influences are clear, though anotherboy-girl dual vocal indie pop band to add to the mix could spell adisastrous future. However, the group also has enough originality uptheir sleeves to last. It's described as chamber pop, and that's prettyaccurate. The songs have classic pop structures, with hummable melodiesand understandable lyrics. They translate that simple structure withsparse arrangements that highlight the vocal power of the group.Krgovich and Loyva's voices blend well together with almost sickeninglysweet result, and the added flavors - strings, trumpet, clarinet - givethe songs that extra oomph. By the time you reach the penultimate track'Billions and Billions' (Carl Sagan reference, anyone?), whichstretches over seven-and-a-half minutes with an extended workout,you're hooked. A nice debut with real potential for the future.
There's really a fine line between jazz-influenced electronic beats and sleepy nu-jazz telephone hold music and unfortunately, this album teeters a weee-bit too close to the undesirable.
The Makers have been recording since 1993, and this album furtherexplores their recent glam-rock concept album tendencies. Listening toit sounds a lot like the soundtrack to 'Manhunter' or 'Band of theHand', or like the band is desperately trying to recreate the sound ofthat awful band in the club scenes of 'Lethal Weapon'. "StrangestParade" sounds like it wouldn't be out of place in 1985-1987, theheyday of big hair metal, but a time when just as many glam rock bandswere recording on a smaller scale than those that were successful. Theywere better than their big ticket major label counterparts. Lead singerMike Maker, or Michael Shelley, sounds like a bizarre cross of DannyElfman and Robert Smith, and the band is as full of angst as ever. Thealbum is sprinkled with segues in between the actual songs that tend todistract more than help. Bands trying to sound like the undergroundscenes of previous decades have merit, but only when they add somethingto the sound. The Makers try alright, but then the songs just aren'tall that compelling. Their last album, 'Rock Star God' was as much aconcept record as this one, but it seemed more polished and heartfelt."Parade" split into two parts, with one part seemingly moreintrospective and the other more balls to the wall. The phone ringingthat appears early on "Calling Elvis, John and Jesus" would be anoriginal thought if it hadn't been done 1800 times by other bands, orif the song was stronger; but the phone seems to plays a huge part inPart One of the record, as though a person were calling someone to helpthem or waiting by the phone for someone to call and save them. Thelyrics leave something to be desired, as well, as all good '80s hairbands' did ('Laughter then violence/music then silence'). Part Twoisn't as long as Part One, and it has some interesting textures, butbands like Cobra Verde just do this whole retro sound better,concetrating more on the essence in the songwriting than a seeminglyempty concept. This just doesn't grab me all that much.
It's hard to believe two years have passed since the incredible first 2xCD compilation from Morr Music surfaced (Putting the Morr Back in Morrissey). Two years later, a number of the bands featured have released marvelous albums on the Berlin-based Morr. This year's 2xCD collection of digital lullabies features a few acts who have become usual suspects from the Morr roster of champions as well as a handful of new faces: one disc of cover tunes, the other with all new material. Allegedly the story goes like this: Creation Records is dead and buried, Thomas Morr tried but failed to obtain the rights to reissue Slowdive's back catalogue, but that didn't stop him from successfully curating a fantastic collection of Slowdive cover tunes by a number of popular Morr artists and friends.
One cannot discuss a new Merzbow CD without mentioning how damn manyothers exist. No Merzbow CD can ever truly be "the new one", becausesome label is forever adding to the Merzbow publishing glut, newer onesarriving at a rate which confounds mere chronological hierarchy. It hasbecome so that the band name is like a brand name; one buys some moreMerzbow, rather than any specific album. Or one does not buy, which isincreasingly seeming like a fine idea. After all, it is not apparentthat Merzbow's Masami Akita actually has as many album-length ideas ashe does albums. Rather, he produces his sound until hismedia-determined time restraint runs out. I would be very surprised ifhe listens at all to what he produces these days, after or even duringthe process of recording, so satisfied he must be that he has filledanother 74 minutes with Merzbow. 
"There Should Be an Entry Here" is The Pilot Ships hard to find 1997debut, now re-released on BlueSanct, who released their sophomoreeffort in 2000. Listening to it again now, it hasn't lost its impactfive years on. These songs, created by members of the Stars of the Lidand Monroe Mustang, have lives of their own, as the pallette and feelof each differs from the rest on the record. What grabs you on one songmay not be the driving force of the next track. And where traditionalinstruments drive the proceedings, there are moments of sampled fieldrecordings and ambient noise that fill as much space as the guitars andvocals of other tracks. Birds chirp, a screen door shuts, and thelyrics lament about another blow when the subject is 'already brokendown' ('A Song by Your Campfire'). Listening to it now, everythingseems to be about these people getting to know each other as theycreate, knowing their stops and starts, so they can make musictogether. It's not less coherent than their later release, but it's notas adventurous, which just shows how much this band has grown and cangrow still. The album's epic closer, 'Looked Over (No Fun Reprise)', isas tedious as ever, though, with a bizarre guitar and keyboard openingwith vocal treatments, but dismantling five minutes in. Then a low humor muffled city recording lasts for another thirteen minutes beforepiano and dripping water join with spooky vocals to raise the hairs onyour neck. Still an affecting release, and only serves to whet theappetite for new music from this horribly underrated ensemble.
Oh yeah. Ohhhhhh yeah. I have to admit that I feel really dirty afterlistening to this recording constructed by and for the usage of gaypornography. However, this has got to be one of my favorite albums thisyear. Released on a limited edition CD-R from Piehead, this disc is theseventh Piehead's limited series. It has got to be one of the mostthumpingly deep, pounding, and implicitly explicit recordings Iprobably own in my collection. Songs are interspersed with audiosnippits of various movies, with some parts even lifted from whatappears to be conversations between directors and actors. If the duowho is widely known as the "A-Team of Electronica" has floated yourboat before, the rip roaring guitar riff on tracks like "Fist Power" orthe chunky lyrical bassline of "Son, That's a Battle You're Going toLose" may not stop at only blowing your hair back. With low-cool pieceslike "Son,..." and "The Rose Bud Opens", the duo have easilyout-grooved Boards of Canada with a super-charged virile take on thepopularized style which makes the Scottish Warp superstars look likeeunuchs. Unfortunately by the time you read this review, however, allcopies will most likely be gone. 
Though his name has been placed firmly in the spotlight by a release onMEGO, Kevin Drumm has been plying his prepared guitar trade for someyears now, and has worked with many famous names, such as Jim O'Rourke,Christian Fennesz, Martin Tetreault, and Axel Doerner. My introductionto his music was the split 12" with Pita only last year, on Chicagolabel BOXmedia, and that juicy fragment made me keen to see how hewould respond to the ultimate form of Austrian patronage. The firsttrack opens with a few bleeps that could suggest everyday MEGO laptopmaterial, but soon moves to a constant, distorted analogue rasp: not atall a nod to the host label's stereotypical digital chaos.
At first listen, it's rather deceptive, as you wonder if some of thesesongs truly date back thirty years. The first volume starts off withSoul Fire's third 7", two brief songs of looped gritty hooks by CalypsoKing & the Soul Investigators. It continues with the pimpin' soundsof Speedometer who bring to the collection a fierce horn section,wakka-wakka guitars and killer percussion. It isn't until the songsfrom Lee Fields & the Explorers that we actually finally hear asinger/band leader. While he shouts "Baby, I ain't James Brown" on "I'mthe Man" I must point out he does indeed squeak out an occasional JamesBrown line like "Give it up, turn it loose" and "I got soul." The tempodrops down for the two slow-riding numbers from Third Point and picksup again for a virile ending from The Soul Command, clearly masteredfrom terrible recordings. Volume One ends with a special bonus - "FastFunk Instrumental" by the Supersonics and a collection of breakbeatsprimed for sampling purposes.
Volume two continues with seven more singles (14 tracks) and opens withthe flute and funk marriage by Bama & The Family. Lee Fields (whowas previously quoted as saying how he wasn't James Brown) pays a clearhomage to "Funky Drummer" with "Ain't it Funky Now" while theWhitefield Brothers play tribute to Funkadelic's "Super Stupid" with"In the Raw." The two songs from the Detroit Sex Machines adds a littlemore soul to the voice of the front man (and I swear this has got to bemastered from a slightly off-centered 45). There's no bonus beats onthis volume but the poorly-cut masters are enough to provide a mildamount of home-grown amusement. Unfortunately now, I'm hooked andcompelled to start buying their 7" single releases. Damnit!
Pheromone is the trio of Guionnet, here playing metal, wood, contactmicrophones and some instruments I've never heard of (chifelia anyone?)with Eric Cordier on his usual hurdy-gurdy and Pascal Battus onprepared (he says "surrounded") guitar. The music was improvised liveto cassette on one day in May of 1998, and this CD retains the limiteddynamic range and compression inherent in that medium. This is a goodthing. The tape is saturated in such a way that the individualingredients are pretty much indistinguishable, especially during thebusiest sections. I happen to enjoy the sound of overloaded tape, sothere were many breathtaking passages for me. At one point in the firsttrack, something that sounds like a grunting beast wrestled withmetallic percussion under a blanket of smudge and feedback...wonderful! As electro-acoustic improv albums go, this one has grit anda fierceness that one does not encounter very often. My only complaintis that 'Disparture' might actually be too much of a good thing; at 72minutes long, I don't believe that the material has been sculpted intoan album. Perhaps a good way to listen to this would be intwenty-minute chunks, because I found myself craving some shape andclosure after about 40 minutes. 
Another animal entirely is "Metro Pre Saint Gervais", recorded andperformed in the Paris train station of the same name. Englishviolinist Warburton (also a writer for the Wire and Signal to Noise)and the omnipresent Guionnet (here on alto sax) wandered around thetrain station with their instruments for an evening while Eric La Casaactively recorded the interactions between the duo and the station. Intruth, the subway station itself makes this a quartet, since itspeculiar gestures determine the nature of the sounds generated within.On this album, it can be heard interjecting bits of people'sconversation, as well as its own strange acoustics, implacable bellsand clangs, incidental noises and (of course) the occasional train insuch a way that it is playing exactly as much as the "players" are. Onetone seems to reoccur, echoing through the space as a sort of chorus tounite the piece's several sections. This odd tone is subtely quoted inWarburton and Guionnet's playing, which La Casa uses to underlineserendipitous moments (like when an escalator drone matches thesaxophone's pitch, or footsteps suggest a subtle rhythm, etc) intotense and concise compositions. La Casa is very concsious of the stereofield, as demonstrated in his pitting of violin against saxophone inopposing speakers, gradually pulled into the center just as a trainarrives to obliterate the moment. Both instumentalists play into theirenvironment, blending with and accentuating aspects of the foundacoustic space, rather than simply overlaying improv onto environmentalnoises, which would have been obvious and boring. There is a danger inthis kind of sound work that the subject matter might be so opaque thatit overshadows the music, but this trio seems to be aware of that. Theyhave created a pure listening experience, in which the elements add upto a complete and thoughtful whole.
This side project of Neurosis has been releasing some of the bestexperimental music since their first album, 'Silver Blood Transmission'in 1995. This one has been several years in the making, and is"dedicated to and inspired by... and originally produced by insects"according to the insert.Disc One opens with the 2-minute "High Mobility", as a slow bass line is permeated with a shrill swirl of echoing bugs.Track 2, "Adaptability" sounds like an ant's aural perspective whenthousands of its brethren are hastily running around. These tracksremind me of what Mark Spybey puts out on Hafted Maul without theparticular toy which dominates each song. Unlike a lot of experimentalacts you can hear and follow what is going on. Nothing irritates memore than when you listen to a 10-minute track where you have to leaninto the speaker because it's turned all the way up and you 're notsure if you can hear anything. There is definitely something going onhere, like track 4 'Small Size' which starts off with an undulatingrushing flutter that runs throughout the entire track. Layered on topand underneath of that are beating hearts and steel cords being drugacross plastic grating. If you like layered music this is for you. Attimes during track 5, 'metamorphosis', I am reminded of the feel I getfrom Nurse With Wounds 'Swan Song' from 'A missing Sense'. That rushingback and forth of the same drone, though not nearly as intense in thisform. Only coming in at 33 minutes and 28 seconds isn't a whole lot ofmaterial, but it is a double CD. Disc two is all one track, clocking inat 34 minutes and 25 seconds which is odd, considering they are meantto be played together. I notice some of the same sounds in the firstfew minutes, but it is also a much more intense display. The same humcomes in and out through the whole track and there may even be a chorusof shrieking madness. There is no general song structure or percussionhere, just sounds, which appeals to many. I like listening to this discat work real loud and confusing everyone around me. They don't knowwhat they are hearing.
This very nice (and nicely packed) compilation is a selection of 14exclusive tracks, new or previously unreleased from the Genesungswerklabel and their allies out of Germany, Dortmund. In addition, there isa cut-up version of the entire CD by Segment, available for download atwww.genesungswerk.de/compilation. Unconventionalism is the connectionhere between the diversity of styles, described as 'Weird noises, nicemelodies, obscure data snippets...' by Genesungswerk themselves. Mostof the artists have contributed calm and moody electronic music, some alittle more dub influenced ([multer], krill.minima, Basalt or KonradBayer) while others have a more soundtrack-ish approach, likeKallabris, Teamforest, Syncliar, Resonator and N (the guitarist frommulter who submits a guitar-only piece far removed from recognizableguitar sounds). The opening and finishing Tracks by Pale Asle Pettersonand P. Myles Bryson are fine examples in a more experimental vein,while the contributions from Segment (the label head himself), FrancoBaresi and Karten Frankreich consist of a few deranged Dada Pop tunes.All of which are very suitable sounds for late night listening. 
Melancholy, deliberate-sounding rock is making headway as artistsbecome less concerned with the trickery or nuances of the genre andmore concerned about the substance at all costs. Most try to find theirniche, which establishes them while limiting them as they run out ofsteam on future releases. Athens, GA-based Clairvoyants show no signsof this behavior, making a solid debut on "Your New Boundaries" ofminimal, haunting rock music by Brian Dunn. Most songs start with asolo guitar line, add instruments, then settle into their pocket, thenDunn sings. And he sings of loss, ghosts, memories, and Japanese paperactors. Not new subjects, nor really a new way of coveying them, but itmatters little as the record is a solid piece of work throughout. Thequotable lyric is the first on the record ('That city fucked youup/like everybody does/it does to everyone' on 'To Reassure'), butelsewhere, Dunn's affectations sound very British. His voice is low intone and delivery, but occasionally it soars in his range, showing acontrol and beauty few possess. The band is tightly wound around Dunn,producing sounds and effects that serve these songs with absolutededication. On 'Yes, I Waited a Year...', the band waits an eternitybefore entering, but when they do there are subtle strings, and asimple trumpet line that make it the slow dance song of the year. Andon 'The Hungry Ghosts' the music is almost playful, inviting. There areeven an untitled bonus track, for those who wanted more after the titletrack finally ends. It's a soothing, capable release that doesn'tinduce hibernation. And that, in itself, is quite an accomplishment formusic this mellow and concentrated.
Gwei-lo's impressive debut album, the first of Bella Union's "Series 7"releases, was set to make them peers of the major post-rock outfits.But soon afterwards, guitarist Al Brooker died during a gig at theStrawberry Fair festival in Cambridge, UK. 'Quixotic' is a posthumouscollection of some of his unreleased home recordings. With live,sampled and synthesized sounds, this mostly instrumental album has aband-like feel, echoing the graceful Gwei-lo sound in places, whilemoving into breaks and weirdness elsewhere. The strongest tracks,particularly "Slothrop", offer superb melodic post-rock moments, upthere with recent Fridge. Vocal contributions come from Steven Adams(The Broken Family Band) and Pete Gregory (Um), to round off what is,in the circumstances, a surprisingly complete album.
Mouse Finding The Key is an act that's emerged from the Gwei-lo campsince Al Brooker's death. Dave Henson's solo debut combines warmelectronica sonics with cultured post-rock overtones. The Gwei-loaesthetic can be heard in the pretty melodic lines, tapped out overcrunchy, deep percussion. Unlike much modern IDM, the programmingdoesn't stifle the music, and rather than rationing musical ideas, manyof the tracks handle several at at time, such as the anthemic "GoodbyeBig Gwei", or the solemn "Phrases, Loops, And Electricity".
This latest seven song EP from the Dusseldorf combo comes across assomewhat of a well-preserved study in 80s symphonic synth popcomposition and European-type soundtrack scores. While they may havegone a touch more electronic between 1998's "Appearance and the Park"and their 2000 self-titled disc, this time around it's all aboutworking the strings, synth patches and samples, with the odd tubularbell now and then. The gloomy "La Casa I" opens the disc with somethingreminiscent of the Art of Noise, with its plucked strings, synth dronesand trickles and underlying 4/4 pulse. You can almost see the creditsrolling over a fuzzy ballroom scene. "L'autre Main" is a dark march ofthick low-end chords, trumpet blasts and marimba sounds propelled by arepetitive snare drum that could be related to "Bolero," only moredriving. "Circulus" chatters away comfortably with what sounds to be asampled thumb piano, synth marimba and surdo rhythm with a melodyplayed with the same synth-chime sound that begged the question "DoThey Know It's Christmas?" While this disc is overall not my cup oftea, Kreidler has managed to honestly reproduce the 80s style pop andnot have it dripping with irony.
For Radian's second long player, the Austrian trio have consciouslymoved away from the more clinical and stringent sound of theirMego-associated first album. Rhythmic laptop clicks have beensurrendered for the sake of cooperative collaboration, as the membersare all taking equal parts, without the noises taking center stage.Known widely for their live act, the band has made a more noticablyconscious effort to attempt to convey that vibe on record this timearound. At times, when the band gets going, it can be a marvelloustreat. Beats are broken, riffs are made, and the feeling lies somewherebetween 1970s gangster-movie chase music and Ryoji Ikeda-like sine-wavenoises. There are numerous struggles when incorporating silence intothe mix, which might work for an attentive, unchatty audience, but forthe most part on record, these moments sound almost too-directionless.Thankfully the group will be out on the road soon with Pan American, soby then I'm sure everything will click in very, very nicely.
This "best of" collection of woozy, kitschy plunderphonia looks back onten years of PLU releases over the course of 30 tracks. The finermoments foster nostalgia for childhood memories you've never had, asVicki Bennett's strong suit is the whimsical collage of sounds thatappeal to the immature side of her audience. Uneasy listening, bathroomhumor, gaudy polka jaunts, field recordings and happy singalongs allemerge from the blender as a dadaistic children's record. That's not tosay that this music is unsophisticated; many of the juxtapositions arebrilliant. The closest comparison I could make would be Stock, Hausenand Walkman, but PLU does not shoehorn the samples into beat-orientedelectronic music. People Like Us has a very personalized approachthat has more to do with the silly innocence of Spike Jones than thedark cynicism of fellow cut-uppers Negativland. But this innocence issavagely taken advantage of on "If someone touches you," which ishilarious but will have you feeling creepy for laughing. Sort of likethe deviant side of Paul Rubens creeping onto the set of the Pee WeeHerman show and molesting the talking chair. The parts of this recordthat fall short for me are some of the vocal snippets pulled from radiointerviews and TV call-ins as they just don't share the exotic appealof the musical constructions. But the slow spots don't take too muchaway from this highly entertaining retrospective. 
