Observations of Brian Meurer, Louisville Kentucky. Informed by Music, Food, Travel, Consciousness, Innocence & Experience, Road/Touring Lessons.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Peter Gabriel: Scratch My Back
Monday, February 8, 2010
Yeasayer: Odd Blood
Yeasayer
Odd Blood
2010
Allow me to go on record officially and dub 2010 the new 1985, and Yeasayer has thrown their chips all in. In a stylistically varied album, they cover a lot of bases and carry a lot of baggage that they must overcome. It is this audacious ambition that somehow fuses the confidence of Prince in Purple Rain, the excitement of the Pointer Sisters in Beverly Hills Cop, and the whimsy of the theme to Fletch.
The sonic landscape of Odd Blood is rife with the synth swirls, keyboard stabs and the percussive gated reverb of a bygone era. It shares a feel with Brooklynite neighbors Vampire Weekend and MGMT, but shows itself to be at the more commercially accessible end of the block. If John Hughes, God rest his soul, were alive today and continuing his cathartic cinematic teen drama in the vein of The Breakfast Club and Pretty In Pink, Yeasayer could fully expect a tap on the shoulder to contribute, if not dominate, the soundtrack.
After the otherworldly opener “The Children”, with its experimentally off-putting digital chainsaw vocal effects, the album settles into an eclectic spectrum with synthpop at its center, betraying just the slightest hint of industrial (please don’t tell Trent Reznor). It’s an album that infuses the essence of mid-eighties gems like Billy Idol’s 1984 archetype “Eyes Without A Face”, the one two punch of Duran Duran in 1984-85 with “Hungry Like The Wolf” and “View To A Kill”, and in a hypothetically fantastic scenario, if Depeche Mode had composed the music for Miami Vice Season Two.
But the album is deceptive like a Trojan Horse. It has a lot to get past, and the listener’s ability to do so may depend on the context and time period in which you grew up. The first listen didn’t click with me; the second gave me pause. Somewhere by mid-album, around the song “Love Me Girl”, almost imperceptively, your shoulders will start to move, maybe one is the snare, the other the kick drum, and you start to think about a time when Tears For Fears, Pet Shop Boys and Simple Minds ruled the airwaves.
“Ambling Lip” is the first single off the album, and it’s a marching pulse of effects-laden island sway. A lot of the album is full of effects that sound as though they were dehydrated into powder, placed in the bottom of a boiling cauldron and set over a witch’s fire to meld and bubble to the surface in strange, unidentifiable forms. “I Remember” includes a cascading waterfall of notes that in previous years may have signaled that you just saved the princess with the clever use of your raccoon suit in SMB3. In other places it’s the synthetic growl of a moog or the squeal of a motion-detector ghost that people hang around Halloween.
Odd Blood is a collection of varied, but mostly upbeat, melodic synthpop songs. It’s this lighthearted sense of post-ironic playfulness that pulls the album through the weighted baggage of its material. It just happens to draw heavily from the year MCMLXXXV, and you can bet what this year’s trendy tattoo will be.
Brian S. Meurer
2009 Year In Music
In my most humble persona opinion, the three best releases of 2009 were Phoenix -Wolfgang Amadeus Phoneix, Elbow -The Seldom Seen Kid (actually 08), and Neko Case -Middle Cyclone. If you lack any of these three and my recommendation means anything to you, get them now. Right behind those three were releases by Gomez, David Byrne/Brian Eno, and Bryan Scary that I enjoyed immensely. While I don't have the time to go back and do in-depth reviews as I have recently here, here, and here, I wanted to at least post music that mattered to me in '09.
Phoenix -Wolfgang Amadeus Phoneix
Elbow -The Seldom Seen Kid
Neko Case -Middle Cyclone
The Decemberists -The Hazards Of Love
Gomez -A New Tide
David Byrne/Brian Eno -Everything That Happens Will Happen Today
Handsome Firs -Face Control
Wilco -Wilco
David Gray -Draw The Line
U2 -No Line On The Horizon
Pearl Jam -Backspacer
Sting -If On A Winter's Night
The Hold Steady -A Positive Rage (Live Album)
Thom Yorke 2006 The Eraser
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Grey's Anatomy is Decadent and Depraved
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Lost
Episodes One & Two
Locke is a really good bad guy.
Juliette dying more than once is the reason they changed the rules for ice skating in the 88 olympics.
Sawyer is being an irrational punk.
I'm a sucker for southeast asian temples.
Geddy Lee is now translating for the head guy at that temple.
When he turned over that hourglass, I expected to see some flying monkeys.
Locke is a really, really good bad guy
Spoon
Spoon
Transference
2010
In the search for insight into the nature of reality and truth, there is a traditional zen koan, a paradoxical question posed from Master to Student, that I have pondered for some time now: “What Is The Sound of Spoon Recording?”
When I imagine Spoon in the studio, I picture Andy Warhol’s working and creative area, The Factory; a spacious warehouse that encompassed a renaissance idea of art, whose maxim, in more ways than two, was anything goes. Any idea could be pursued, as the Factory was stocked with supplies to support any whim: painting, sculpting, music, performance, recording, film, etc. I then imagine the Factory populated with the late, great Jim Henson’s Muppets: Gonzo on bass, Animal obviously on drums, Beaker meticulously adjusting every guitar knob and pedal, Dr. Teeth himself on vocals, produced by a veritable mixologist behind the control board, the Swedish Chef. And thusly Spoon’s Transference arrives into the world.
Transference plots the increasing creativity and complexity of Spoon through their unique view of rhythm-as-Rube-Goldberg contraption, whereby the boot kicks over the bucket that drops a ball on the lever that launches the distorted fuzz bass melody that pushes the floor tom to the third beat, which holds the disjointed guitar keeping time on the offbeat. Like these glorious machines, you are mesmerized concentrating on these workings and their effects. Instead of making this album inaccessible, it becomes filled with grooves, at times thick, nasty, trance-inducing grooves. Snake charmer grooves. If there were a subdued hipster rave at a cool coffee shop, this album would be the house music.
Transference really begins to hit its stride by the third song, The Mystery Zone, imbued with a hypnotic mathematical bass drone that time warps you out of any present context, only realized when you snap out of it as the song finishes, you yawning and rubbing your eyes. This is mainly due to Spoon’s affinity for designating an instrument, melody or rhythm as the constant, that one aspect of a song that is going to be the static premise around which everything else revolves, like a game of Frozen Catchers when you were a kid, always determining who would be “it”.
This theme continues through Who Makes Your Money and into the very essence of a Spoonian single, Written In Reverse. This is a solid set of eleven songs that defy the trap of self-indulgence that plague bands who attempt to shun an outside producer, and it’s encouraging to see Spoon succeed in this regard. In addition to it being their first self-produced album, Transference is Spoon’s seventh album, and has a remarkable depth of creativity for that level of longevity. There is also a variety to the album that keeps it fresh, including that adventure in lo-fi exuberance Trouble Comes Running, as well as the 300 level course in dynamic build of I Saw The Light.
Transference is the sound of a band having fun, with its Rube Goldberg machine of bass, drums, piano and guitars falling into odd places that kick the rhythm in the back of its head, projecting both it, and Spoon, forward.
Brian S. Meurer