Archive for August, 2009


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The latest edition of our Singles Club feature comes to us from beautiful and mournful Portland, the West Coast’s answer to NYC’s Billy-burg and home to gentle indie chanteuse Shelley Short. Miss Short will shortly (wonder how many times that pun has been used and abused) release A Cave, A Canoo on Hush Records (on October 13, to be precise). As a follow-up to her three previous albums – 2008′s Water For The Day, 2006′s Captain Wild Horse (rides the heart of tomorrow), and 2005′s Oh Say Little Doggies Why?A Cave, A Canoo features the warmth of sound and depth of spirit listeners familiar with Short’s work have come to love, and adds to it a patient and affable docility that will hook anyone with ears still unaccustomed to Short’s breathy soprano.

A song of indecision and heavy minds, “A Cave” is the quasi-titular title track from Short’s upcoming release. The song is the essence of simplicity, featuring Short’s vocals and a restrained piano accompaniment. While the stark sweetness of the sound is perhaps the most distinct characteristic of “A Cave,” a careful listener comes away impressed not only with Short’s vocal range, but also the sonic differences between her upper and lower register reaches, with the throaty daunt of her lowest notes seemingly irreconcilable with the feathered delicacy of the high notes

Shelley Short – A Cave

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This aptly titled post is in direct reference to both Jimi and, perhaps slamming headfirst into a cliche, the way I feel this week.  This primarily applies to our regular readers and not those of you visiting for the first time to snag an MP3.  Our regular readers are pretty aware that I use this weekly feature to bring a personal side to our work here at Citizen Dick.  During the week, we typically take a verbose and analytical stab at reviewing the best in emerging music.  On the weekends, however, we’re just as likely to cover Jackie Treehorn’s garden party as we are music.  Call it my little stab at irony, considering that many of you are showing up for the first time to get the new Islands track as opposed to listening to me gloat about what a kick ass week I’ve had.  With a keen ear for sarcasm, I suppose this Radio Dick is right up everyone’s alley in some twisted way.  I get to write a diary of sorts, and you get free tunes.  On some level we all win, and that’s okay by me.  This week’s a little different, however, because I’d like to cross pollinate this post with personal and musical variety.

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The first thing you’ll notice this week is that we’ve posted the new track, “Hands,” from The Dutchess & the Duke.  Their upcoming album Sunset/Sunrise on Hardly Art is already generating plenty of buzz even though the folks that share the Sub-Pop offices have done an excellent job of keeping this thing under tight wraps.  In our coverage of the Pitchfork Music Festival, James and I got the chance to catch their midday set on the first day and were immediately primed to hear this new material.  We’re going to hit a long-form review of the new record when we get it, but for now, we’re just happy to get a taste of a couple new tracks.  One of the first things we noticed in the live performance was how the busy Americana tilt was juxtaposed with some brazenly ominous lyrical content.  The band’s about as arrogant as a high school quarterback, nonchalantly busting through each track with outward disorganization, but yet a wicked underbelly of intelligence and smart guy musicianship.  It’s indie rock/folk at it’s finest and we’re stoked to hear this LP in full when it hits on October 6th.  You can pre-order through Hardly Art’s website today.

In other worthwhile news in my own world, school started this week and since I’m teaching 12th grade British Literature for the first time, I’ve got to create all of my lessons and material all over again.  For eight years I’ve taught the younger kids and it feels like I’m a first year teacher again.  Oddly, this has been entirely refreshing, and I’d encourage all of you to find something new at your place of employment.  Make a change, folks.  Monotony is such a taxing situation, and I’m experiencing this first hand.  I have a renewed spirit in the classroom, and things are going well.  My title to this post isn’t exactly about LSD or the wonders of inebriation.  Instead, it’s about my intoxicating excitement I’m feeling when I go to work each day.  I realize it’s only been a week, but I don’t see a letdown in sight.

Neil Postman

In my last little bit of babble for today, I’ve just been clued in on an interesting book Neil Postman wrote back in 1994 called The Disappearance of Childhood.  I’m familiar with Postman’s witty and post-modern philosphical works, having read Amusing Ourselves to Death and The End of Education quite a few years ago.  Oddly, this gem slipped past me.  The basic premise is that the concept of childhood is not really a biological reality, but instead a social construct.  Postman explains that our ideas of childhood actually began with the invention of the printing press, and that our current ideas of “adulthood” began when literacy became commonplace for the masses.  In other words, the older folk had access to all of the information and chose to give it to children in certain spurts.  School became ultimately important at this point.  In typical Postman fashion, he makes lofty statements and sometimes leaves ideas undersupported, but I find this entirely intriguing.  In the days gone by, looking at pictures of children actually shows kids dressing like adults and vice versa.  The division between adults and kids began when all adults had the capacity to digest media and read.  Kids began dressing like kids, and a huge division took place.  This was written years ago, but it becomes possibly more astute when looking at how media literacy is shortening that divide in today’s society.  Adults and kids dress more alike these days, and kids are experiencing “adult” things at a much more rapid and open pace than just two or three decades ago.  Because children a more socially literate and “see” things more rapidly than in the past, according to Postman, we’re jumping backwards to where this line gets blurred.  I suppose there’s not really a reason to banter about this on a Radio Dick post, other than to pass the read onto our readership and opine about how much this reinforces my enjoyment for what I do at work.  Language is so important, folks.

So as we enter another work week, here’s a grab-bag of tunes we’ve been spinning at Citizen Dick headquarters all week.  We’ve got some new leaks, a remix or two, and all get our stamp of approval.  Look for plenty of emerging music reviews for the rest of the week, and more discussion of these bands as their LP’s start to drop.  We hope you all enjoy your Sundays and getting back to the grind in a short 24 hours.

The Dutchess & The Duke – Hands

Islands – Vapours

Times New Viking – Move to California

Fool’s Gold – Nadine (Memory Tapes Version)

Slaraffenland – Open Your Eyes

The Postmarks – My Lucky Charm

Grand Archives – Oslo Novelist

Banjo or Freakout – Upside Down

The Swell Season – In These Arms

Headlights – Get Going

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My pops and I went to New York City last month to catch a Mets game.  We try and hit an out-of-town ballpark every summer and we decided to splurge a bit on the trip this year.  I’d never been to what is, essentially (I’d argue) the capital of the world before, so along with some sweet National League baseball, we took in some of the cultural highlights and, kind of, did the tourist thing.  The highlight for me was the few hours we spent in the Museum of Modern Art.  Holy shit is that place sweet; there are any number of things that I just wanted to stand and stare at for hours.  (Most notably, there was this mammoth Sol LeWitt installation that was a series of cubes that changed predictably along multiple axes.  You could look at it for a month and still find new bits that were fascinating.)  My pops took a ton of pictures, but I kind of picked my spots. (It still freaks me out to snap pics in museums.)  The picture I’m happiest with from the whole weekend is the Pollack closeup above.  My photo is just a shad out of focus, which, I think, adds another layer of complexity to the piece itself; it’s also strange in that it’s a tiny snippet of a much larger canvas.  Why do you give a shit?  Because AIDS Wolf belongs in MOMA.  We’ve talked about the nature of art in the past, notably with AIDS Wolf’s labelmates, Gay Beast, but the folks in AIDS Wolf are really stretching the aural boundaries.  I’ll openly acknowledge that the stuff they crank out is difficult to listen to.  (That might be putting it mildy.)  It’s dissonant, there’s rarely a semblance of a tune, it’s crazy loud and, if you’re not really paying attention, it seems to be utterly without intention.  But.  It is high art.  Does music have to be pretty in the same way that a classical portrait does?  I love something like Lot’s Wife (from my local museum’s stellar collection), but wouldn’t disagree with labelling it ugly.  In much the same sense, there’s pleasure to be found in the harshest of AIDS Wolf’s songs.  Further, there’s some sort of pattern in there in the madness.  Just as a Pollack pieces start to cohere into something logical and linear, repeated listens to AIDS Wolf yield some core nugget of rationality.  You can snag a digital copy of their tour cassette, a fourteen minute, gapless odyssey of noise, here.  There’s interesting shit happening out there at the edges; it might not be soothing like a Vetiver record, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t interesting.  (Sidenote:  AIDS Wolf’s press photos are also a sight to behold.  Freaky shit (and totally NSFW) .  Also, what the hell is going on with these noise band’s names?  Gay Beast?  AIDS Wolf?  I love the records, but let’s step the nomenclature game up a bit people.)

AIDS Wolf – Elle est si cochonnne

AIDS Wolf – Debande

In other news pertaining to me, Mrs. Citizen bought me a record player for my birthday.  I love it.  More to the point, I love listening to records on it.  As a reward to myself for slogging through the first week of school, I stopped by Music Saves after work and snagged OK Computer on the big nuts 180 gram vinyl.  All I did for the rest of the night was sit in the living room, read (Stern – Bruce Friedman, get it if you haven’t) and stand up every twenty minutes to flip the record.  If there’s a better pair of bookends to an album than “Airbag” and “The Tourist,” I don’t know what they are.  Enjoy.

Radiohead – Airbag – Live, 2008

Radiohead – The Tourist – Live, 2008

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I hope that everyone else’s weekend is getting off to a better start than mine.  Not that 99.9% of you likely give a shit, but I have a blog and you don’t do I’m going to tell my story anyway.  When I went to my car for a trip to the grocery store last night I found that my front passenger window had been smashed and the papers in my glove compartment had been thrown all over the front seats of my SUV.  It’s a pretty common occurrence here in Chicago, but it still pissed me off.  Luckily the bastards didn’t take anything and were smart enough to not even attempt to remove my factory DVD/navigation system.  I can only assume that they were expecting the empty boxes in my back seat to be filled with valuables or some such shit.  On the downside it’s supposed to rain all day and I’m out almost a hundred bucks in repair costs, but I suppose it could be worse.  Surprisingly the would-be thieves left behind my iPhone charger and adapter cord, as well as the smokes in the cup holder and several dollars in quarters in the center console.  Needless to say, I am in need of some good old-fashioned rock and roll to lift my spirits, and that’s exactly what I have in store for you all today.

No Age Band

Today’s first track is exactly the kind of rock I was talking about above: noisy, loud, spontaneous, and, most of all, fun.  Given those descriptives, it’s not hard to figure out that I’m talking about the Los Angeles noise pop duo No Age.  We like to think that our readers are in tune with most of the relevant happenings within the indie rock scene, so I’m going to assume that you are aware that the band has a new EP in the works on Sub Pop that is set to be released on October 6th.  What you may not know is that the band has made the last of the four tracks on the EP, “You’re A Target,” available for free download.  A quick listen reveals that the song is unmistakably No Age, but a closer examination reveals that the band has evolved by leaps and bounds since their last full length, Nouns, put them on the map in 2008. The noise is still present, as is Randy Randall’s abuse of his guitar, but these two aspects just seem to work together better here than in the past.  The result is a soaring anthem that, while tuned down just a bit, will still rock your face off.  The EP is called Losing Feeling and will be released on vinyl as well as in digital download form.  Be sure to look for it in a little over a month.  In the meantime, you can stream it in its entirety by visiting the band’s page on Sup Pop’s website (RIGHT HERE) and entering your e-mail address.

No Age – You’re A Target

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Noah and the Whale Band

I don’t want to say too much about Noah and the Whale here today because I intend to give their latest record the full review treatment sometime in the near future, so this may be the most brief summary in the short history of TGIF Hodge Podges.  That said, I just got my advance of the album in the mail on Thursday and I am completely stoked to get acquainted with it.  Thusly I feel compelled to share a track of some sort from the band here today.  This particular mp3 is a YACHT remix of “Blue Skies,” a song that will be featured in its traditional format on the band’s upcoming album The First Days of Spring.  Being that the band is based in London, the UK release of the album is just a few days away, but we Americans will need to wait until October to head to the record store and bring home a copy.  In the meantime, this remix should give you an idea of the direction they are taking on their third effort.  Previously known for their rustic folk sound, Noah and the Whale are going for a bit more electric vibe this time around, which is evident here.  I wish I could say more, but like I said, this is merely a teaser.  Keep checking back for that full review in the next few weeks.

Noah and the Whale – Blue Skies (YACHT Remix)

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The Damnwells Band

Today’s vault band is one that many of you have probably never heard of, but they occupied a very special place in my heart way back in 2003 when I first discovered them.  I can’t quite put my finger on the exact scenario in which I happened upon The Damnwells, but I do know that I can thank a very special friend of mine who currently lives in Brooklyn, which is coincidentally the band’s hometown.  Over the course of a few years, The Damnwells’ blend of Americana indie pop was more or less the soundtrack of my life, with their first two records, PMR +1 and Bastards of the Beat, playing almost constantly.  I listened while I drank, slept, rode the train to and from work, and while I did other things not fit to print.  Unfortunately these guys fell off my radar somewhere along the way, as is typically the case with anything that one obsesses over.  Over the last few weeks I’ve been feeling very nostalgic though, and that nostalgia has helped me rediscover these guys.  Listening again is almost as if I never stopped; the songs are still engrained in my subconscious somewhere and hearing them all these years later feels like being reunited with a long lost friend.  The songs are beautiful and sometimes heartbreaking, laced with delicate arrangements and near-perfect lyrical content.  It’s hard to choose just one track to share, but I am settling on “H.C.E.” from PMR +1, if for no other reason than it contains one of my favorite lines from a modern song when Alex Dezen croons: “I never kissed a boy, but I/Hit a girl/You could get in big, big trouble she said/In the real world.”  I highly recommend checking out some of their early stuff if you get a chance, and if you happen to live in Brooklyn they will be at the Music Hall of Williamsburg tonight.

The Damnwells – H.C.E.

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He’s ba-ack. And this time, unlike when Carol Anne creepily uttered the warning, the return is a good thing. That’s because this time, the phrase is less warning and more celebration of the upcoming full-length album release by Langhorne Slim. Be Set Free, due out September 29th on Kemado Records, finds Slim at his most cinematic and vulnerable, and promises to be a game-raising follow-up to the already wonderful self-titled album he put out last year on Kemado and his previous work, recorded both indpendently and on Narnack Records.

“I Love You But Goodbye” is the first track to be leaked from the label and provides a pretty excellent teaser for the rest of the record. Vintage blue-eyed blues, tells the familiar yet always impossible to cope with tale of love lost regretfully and powerlessly. Sonically, the song directly channels a young man’s middle-aged Bob Seger, as the instrumentals feature mostly gentle guitar strumming and piano key tinkling. Lyrically, Slim starts things off with poignance, asking the anonymous subject why the came into his life if they couldn’t stay forever.

Much of the rest of the song is a series of rhetorical questions and aphorisms, as Slim comes to terms with a relationship that is ending on someone else’s grounds. After asking himself who he was before the lover came around and why he couldn’t have been the first to leave the relationship, Slim does his best to reconcile his heartbroken ambivalance, as the song ends on a powerful instrumental climax and with a ferocity of forlorn forgiveness.

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Langhorne Slim – I Love You But Goodbye

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(Editor’s note:  None of us went to the Columbia School of Journalism, so we feel compelled to keep you in the loop on how we modified the following interview; maybe this stuff is common practice in “newspapers” and the like, we’re not sure.  We eliminated, to a large degree, vocal tics from both the interviewer and interviewee.  Things like “you know” and “like” seemed to clog the reading and didn’t really add anything to the text.  If this were a qualitative bit of research for somebody’s dissertation, we’d have left them in, but it’s not.  We also eliminated a few clarifications of questions.  Again, they didn’t add anything.  Lastly, for clarity, we moved one section of the interview to another spot.  It doesn’t affect the meaning at all and made everything much cleaner to read.  If we broke any major ethical rules here, let us know and we’ll work to amend our practice.)

We had a chance to talk with Billy Martin, drummer extraordinaire from our favorite forward thinking, improvisational jazz trio, Medeski Martin and Wood about their upcoming box set, the role of the musician in the world and the nature of music and audience.  Billy’s a sharp dude and his insight on these and other topics is a treat.  My favorite bon mot:  “We’re part of this musical subculture that is into all music.  We’re into all genres.  Really it’s folk music, you know, it’s for the folks.  For everybody.  The people’s music.”  Right on.

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Citizen Dick: The idea that a lot of bands record and then tour on that material and then repeat that whole thing, you’re trying to break out of that with Radiolarians, right?

Billy Martin: Yeah.  I mean really what it is another way for us to keep things fresh, to keep things…to keep the music fresh and to create more material.  When it starts getting played out, it’s not a good thing.  So, it also is a perfect way to write a lot more music, keep us writing, keep us fresh and also it’s untraditional in the sense that we’re not, you know, recording a record and then touring on all the music and playing it out for a year.  And it’s seasonal, too.  It originally was kind of a seasonal idea.

CD: Do you find that the product, the record that you end up with, is it fundamentally different than what you would have gotten if you’d done it another way?

BM: Yeah.  Sure it would have been different if we had done it another way.  I mean every time we get in the studio or work on music it’s different depending on the approach we take.  But it’s a subtle difference.  I think that John and Chris and I, we have a certain chemistry that is just always there, subconscious, not perfect sometimes.  At other times its just like everything is really coming out strong.  So that part, the chemistry doesn’t change as much, it’s just how we go about working with the chemistry.

CD: “Satan Your Kingdom Must Come Down” is a really strong track from the new record.  Who’s playing that fuzzed out slide on that track?

BM: That’s Chris.  That’s Chris on the bass playing the melody with the slide.

CD: It’s such a cool sound.

BM: Yeah I love that.  I think he’s playing his Hofner, that old Paul McCartney bass.  I love the sound of that thing.  Chris has got a great slide bass sound; I love it.  I always ask him to pull that out, use that.

CD: That’s one of the bummers for us.  We get so much stuff digitally that I can never go through the liner notes.  It drives me crazy.

BM: Yeah I know.  That sucks. With the box set, you’re going to get all kinds of stuff that’s going to come on cards and you’re going to see all the credits and everything, in the old traditional way.

CD: That’s out before Christmas, right?

BM: Right around Thanksgiving actually.  That’s traditional.  I don’t think we’ve ever done anything traditional as far as release, but this one is our, “okay, this is your big Thanksgiving/Christmas present.”

CD: Will that be just on CD or will it be on vinyl as well?

BM: It’s everything.  It’s going to be five CDs, one DVD, two vinyls.  And the vinyl’s going to be 180 gram, audiophile stuff.  The DVD is the first inside the band, making the music and touring thing we’ve done.  It’s pretty cool.  It’s kind of an experimental documentary.  It’s ninety minutes and we did it ourselves, so it looks cool.  It’s called Fly on the Bottle, which is really kind of like a fly on the wall, because there was actually a fly in a bottle that we found in our studio.  It’s like you are with us, in a very intimate setting, in the studio recording Radiolarians, doing takes, rehearsing, traveling to Brazil, Argentina, Northern California.  There are quite a few tunes where we start recording them and then all of the sudden it cuts into the 16 mm footage I shot of us and it kind of takes you into a whole other world, taking you into and out of these portals back in time, forward in time.  It doesn’t make chronological sense necessarily, but it’s like you’re really experiencing the Radiolarians music as we record it, tour it and fantasize about it.  What’s great is towards the end there’s really great footage of John playing these amazing solos that ended up on the record and I just happened to give the camera to a friend while we were doing the take.  So you’ve got John playing these insane clavinet, organ solos, like the ultimate ones in some of these songs from Radiolarians III.  It’s really up-close, watching his fingers and capturing the take.  Pretty magical in that sense.

CD: It sounds like a unique thing, to be that close to the process.

BM: No one’s done it.  We haven’t allowed anybody to do it, because it’s just another extra thing that we can’t think about.  But since I had the camera it was easier.  After a while, everybody was used to it.  There’s some bonus music videos on it as well.  I’m excited about it because I’m into film and music videos a lot now.  Music video director for hire.  (Laughs)

CD: Will the DVD be just part of the box set or will that be available separately as well?

BM: Only in the box set.  Maybe someday it’ll be re-released or it ends up in the theaters in year or two as a different movie, but right now you can’t get it anywhere but in the box set.

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CD: To shift a bit to the live stuff, you guys always do great covers, like the Hendrix stuff and “Buster Rides Again.”  Do those kind of choices come organically from the jazz culture or is that something that you really trouble over in terms of what you’re going to play that isn’t yours?

BM: Being somewhat part of the jazz world, it’s what you do.  You reinterpret music.  It’s kind of like part of being a musician in that world.  Which everybody does who is a real musician.  You’re reinterpreting other people’s music, you’re checking it out.  For jazz musicians it’s more common because there’s all these standards that are set up where you reinterpret those standards.  But our way of doing things is to take some standards, which like “Buster Rides” is almost like a standard, but taking something else, like “Lively Up Yourself” or even “Satan Your Kingdom Must Come Down” is actually an old gospel sort of folk tune and, what we do naturally is say, “this is such a cool thing, let’s try to reinterpret it our way.”  We love to do that.  But we don’t like to overdo it.  But I think we should do that soon, do a record where we do all covers, but where it’s like obviously all interesting choices.  Every once in a while we do it, because it naturally comes; someone brings a tune to the table and we re-do it.

CD: One of the cool things with that, given that your audience is (at least in my mind) kind of diverse, is that doing a song from the jazz canon might expose your audience to some stuff that they might not otherwise listen to.  Do you ever see that as one of your roles, to broaden peoples’ musical perspectives?

BM: We don’t really focus on what our role is as far as that.  I think that we’re responsible only in the sense that we want to make good music.  We want to take people on a journey and maybe take a little credit for it.  But, other than that, we do what we love to do and some people like it and that’s great.  I don’t see it as our job to inspire young kids or to introduce certain things.  We just go by what we love.  But, we also like to educate people to, through things like Camp MMW and all that stuff.  We bring that in; it’s just part of our language.  But it’s not something that when we make a record, we say “Oh.  Let’s introduce this to the kids.”  It just happens that way.  That’s a natural way of music and culture.  We’re part of this musical subculture that is into all music.  We’re into all genres.  Really it’s folk music, you know, it’s for the folks.  For everybody.  The people’s music.  We want to share all that with different parts of the musical community.  I think that then people go, “Whoa, I didn’t know that song existed” or “Wow.  I’ve never checked out Duke Ellington or King Sunny Ade.”

CD: A bunch of years ago I saw you at the now Cleveland Odeon (which unfortunately no longer exists) and I remember you throwing a tambourine on your snare during an extended solo.  That’s always stuck with me as something that represents the band’s intrepid spirit.  You guys go in directions that are interesting and new.  You talked about this a little bit with the Radiolarians project, but how do you keep that up?  How do you keep things fresh?

BM: Well, you have to be in the moment and when you’re sort of fed up with the same old shit, which for us is often, I just force myself to take a left turn. We’re very sensitive to doing the same thing over again; we’re not like these performers where we use the same tricks every time; we’ don’t like things to get old.  Sometimes I fall on my face and sometimes it works.  It’s taking risks and the spirit of being in the moment and ready to just sort of improvise and jump into a whole new situation and not know what’s going to happen.  The audience picks up on that too.  If it’s new to me, and I’m making the music (laughs).  Some people will say ”Did you rehearse that?”  And you’re like, “I never did that before.”  Like throwing a tambourine down on a snare, that’s something I don’t even remember doing, but other things that I do with the tambourine I do, like it’s a little more of a pattern.  But every once in a while, I’ll do that, I’ll throw something down and I’ll start hitting it on the drums; I like the whole pots and pans effect and I like using a snare upside down or that kind of idea.

CD: There’s a song Combustication, the title of which isn’t in my notes and that, of course, escapes me now, but it was cool to see the song live because you kind of run your finger along the inside edge of the tambourine making a sound made total sense to me when I went back to the record.  It was nice to have that interplay of the live act with the recorded material.  Do you think that either of them can exist without the other?  For you, to what degree does the live stuff inform the recorded stuff and, maybe tougher, how does the audiences’ understanding shift when they see it live?

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BM: Let me just backtrack to the tune.  That tune was “Coconut Boogaloo” and the tambourine is a Brazilian tambourine called a pandero and it’s traditionally played a lot of different ways.  One of the things is sort of running your finger across it and making it buzz like that.  It’s part of the language.  There are certain things about the composition, what makes it “Coconut Boogaloo” that are there, but it’s never in the same place.  It happens.  When one part comes in, you know that’s that part, when another part of the song comes in, you know that’s a different part of the song and then altogether it makes it the song, but the performance is always changing that.  We’re rearranging it all the time.  It’s like the through the performance, we breathe new life into it.  Sometimes we’ll play half of the song and then leave it and go somewhere else and maybe never come back.  Other times maybe we’ll play the song and it’ll be a really extended version.  Or maybe we’ll play one section really long or maybe we’ll go through it really quickly.  There’s so many variations of what makes it the song, how you identify it.  It could be a bass line, it could be the drumbeat, you know.  Obviously the melody everybody knows, but our melodies are very evasive sometimes.  It’s not about the melody, it’s about the melody of the drums or the combination of the bass with the piano.  Those things depend on the song.  It’s our little hooky kind of thing that makes it recognizable as “Coconut Boogaloo.”

CD: A band called Megafaun was in town recently, have you heard them?

BM: No I haven’t, but I like the name.

CD: They do a kind of experimental folk thing, but have roots in the more academic, experimental music community.  They cited you guys as an influence in that when they work in an improvisational mode, they’re reaching at some of the same things you guys are.  Do you ever do purely improvisational sets?  How does that turn out?

BM: First of all, those guys can go to hell now.  (Laughs)  I’m just kidding.  I love that we’re inspiring people, especially when it comes to experimental music.  That’s really, for me…my spirit is all about experimenting.  If I could just experiment and improvise 24 hours a day, I would be happy.  Occasionally, I lie to re-do a song and play it again, but it’s also hard work to improvise and come up with new music.  We’ve had tours where we’ve done that, like on the west coast maybe five years ago.  For the whole coast, the whole week and a half or whatever, we did every night, every set was completely improvised; there was nothing in there.  And then when we played the encore, if they called us out again, we would do one song from our repertoire.  Those sets, for me, where my favorite.  I mean because I would say a majority of our music, for sure 90 percent of our music, comes out of improvising and it just happens that way, whether it’s recording improvisation and going “That’s it, we don’t need to re-do it, that’s it.  It’s done.”  And other times improvising and going, “Oh let’s shorten this section.  I really like this part.  Let’s make that work.”  When you do it live, there’s a lot of pressure because you’re in front of an audience and you’ve always got to be on your toes and you want to be good.  You have to be kind of audacious too.  You just have to step out and be crazy enough to do something different.  That’s the best for me.  I love experimenting.  That’s the root of being an artist.

CD: Maybe a hack one to close on?  If you could play cards with any three other drummers ever, who would they be?

BM: Elvin Jones.  It’s funny, they’re just coming right into my head.  Danny Richmond who played with Mingus.  And. Nana Vasconcelos, who’s actually a Brazilian percussionist who also plays drums sometimes.

CD: Those are good ones.

BM: You got to take all the pictures and put them together and you’re gonna laugh.

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Big thanks to Billy Martin for taking the time to chat with us.  We don’t have a release date or pre-order link on the boxset (or the price for that matter), but it is going to be a doozy.  Billy alluded to the contents, but to clarify a touch, you’ll get two LPs of highlight material, all three CDs with bonus tracks, a remix CD, a live CD and that documentary on DVD.  That is a lot of stuff.  We’ll let you know more as soon as we know it.  In the meantime, we’ve got a couple of killer live cuts and a track from Radiolarians III.  (In “No Ke Ano Ahiahi,” you get the PA announcer asking everybody to leave the building quietly, which is nice.)

Medeski Martin and Wood – No Ke Ano Ahiahi, Live 1998

Medeski Martin and Wood – Crosstown Traffic, Live 1996

Medeski Martin and Wood – Undone

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Sometimes the gentlest and faintest breezes carry our most heavy memories along with them.  In fact, it’s when we’re in our most contemplative and serene state that true recollection and emotional digestion occurs.  William Wordsworth fancied his pals at his lake house with “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,” glancing upon that “inward eye” and found peace with complete isolation in solitary reflection.  In much the same way, When the Devil’s Loose flows over listeners like a billowing blanket and Bondy’s impeccable pairing of ripe lyrical imagery and soothing pop-folk sensibility is best enjoyed in those solo moments of personal introversion. Devoid of overblown pretension and hokey sentimentality, what is left is a brilliantly sincere collection of soothing balladry that desperately needs to be held close and personally to be enjoyed to its fullest.

AA+Bondy+AABondy2A slippery, quick-playing 36 minutes is all Bondy needs to clutch listeners into a world of insanely calming songs of internal tension and release.  The entire record is alarmingly consistent despite a lush variety of point-of-view changes and lyrical twists buried deep within the arrangements.  “Mightiest of Guns” begins what permeates the entire album, namely Bondy’s slight gravel and raspy vibratto.  In all nine tracks, Bondy manages to pull off miracles with his vocal chords, sweetly balancing tension and completely soothing delivery. In the aforementioned track, gently finger-picked guitar arpeggios blend gorgeously with stringed synthesizer flourishes.  It’s simply comfort food for the ears, nearly as heartwarming as apple pie and as lulling as a looping go-to-bed melody.

Despite the outward appearance of simplistic backyard Americana, the instrumentation and guitar work cannot be underscored when looking critically at the effort.  In When The Devil’s Loose, more instruments are added this time and it emulsifies Bondy’s sensibilities beautifully.  Rich piano melodies span all nine songs, particularly in “A Slow Parade” and “On The Moon.”  The former is full and sonorous but entirely mellow.  Somewhere within this track lies the inherent paradox of the album.  On one hand the music makes no attempt to over saturate the listener experience with overdone pretension and excessive personality.  The drunken sing-along chorus is delicious and infuses the paradoxical energy into the mix.  The lulling music is overwhelmingly full of candy-flavored tension.  Chorus effects on the guitar also create a fuller sound from his previous album.  “The Mercy Wheel” integrates a jarring, echoed out guitar effect that bristles with Bondy’s vocal delivery and the more tinny acoustic guitar arrangement.  All of this is of entirely circumstantial importance depending on listener tastes and moods.

Lyrically, Bondy exudes a subtle arrogance and words melt together beautifully throughout.  “Oh the Vampyre” is written from the point of view of a vampire and imagery of blood, life, and death bring out richness.  Much of the album’s lyrical tilt focuses on the cyclical nature of life and the replacement of things once lost.  In “I Can See the Pines Are Dancing,” harvesting imagery is paired with visions of dying and rebirth.  “The is the blade.  This is the beauty.  These are the stars, raining down from the sky. . .I am a fire, and I must burn today.”  Similarly to how Bondy constructs this album with swirling folk tenderness, the lyrics also match up.  Things come to an end in life, but new harvests are always promised just over the horizon.  All nine tracks weave listeners through thought-provoking and symbolic lyricism packed with enough snakebite to leave the brain and ears completely saturated.

The album hits the shelves September 1st, but you can preorder it through our Insound link below.  Enjoy the title track, as well as a newly released track, “I Can See the Pines Are Dancing,” as well.  This album has repeat play value written all over it.  We’re confident in giving it our wholehearted recommendation.

A.A. Bondy – I Can See The Pines Are Dancing

A.A. Bondy – When The Devil’s Loose

Pre-Order When The Devil’s Loose at Insound Today!

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James Jackson Toth NPR

To begin this review, it’s important to make our apologies for getting this review up nearly a month after the show took place.  This isn’t our normal operating procedure, and folks, we feel terrible about it.  Of all of the shows this summer, these two early August gems were among the best we’ve seen all year.  We don’t have a worthwhile excuse, other than blaming our tardiness on our weak Citizen Dick filing system.  Not only were James and his adjoining musician Brian Lowery excellent to speak/drink with, but their quick collection of crafted balladry was superb, as well.  Whether he’s playing in his side project, The Jescos, or touring as Wand or Wooden Wand, James Toth is an absolutely intriguing and worthwhile show to catch.  His country/soul/punk sound aptly fills the room, and hipster attendees listen to what the man’s belting out.  His witty and sharp lyricism stands front and center, and for the shows at Rumba Cafe in Columbus and The Empty Bottle in Chicago, the two-man traveling sets were short and sweet in all the right ways.

If you’re a regular reader, then you’ll no doubt remember how high I am on Wand’s most recent release, Hard Knox, a collection of rarities and B-sides Toth has recorded through the years.  I snagged the album immediately upon hearing “Arriving” and “Soldier Movies,” and it’s been in immensely heavy rotation ever since.  I must admit, Hard Knox was my first taste of Toth’s work, and a scan of the back catalog suggests a prolific career predating his 2009 release.  Born Bad was just recently released, as well, and if you’re into the full band sound, we suggest picking that one up immediately. Throughout his career, Toth’s edgy folk sound has been acclaimed and we’re glad we hopped on board this year.  As a literature teacher, I’m immediately drawn to how intelligent Toth is lyrically, and his semi-narrative pieces swing through a myriad of shadowy topics.  He splices symbolically driven words with epithets of dark wisdom, and even in an intimate and quick live set, everything transfers beautifully.

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Rumba Cafe is located just off the beaten path in our state’s capital of Columbus.  It’s a smaller venue but that doesn’t stop some big name indie acts from popping in for a show during tour routes.  There’s an eclectic decor, with an oddball mix of spanish inspired artwork and traditional English pub woodwork.  Cafe tables nestle tightly up against the lengthy bar that runs from the entrance to back of the establishment and a tiny stage sits in the corner with a couple dimly lit stage lights overhead.  The obligatory strands of Christmas lights are loosely strung behind the performers and, for at least this show, the entire bar is dark as hell and sobering when the acts start to play.  In one sense, this was perfect for Toth’s set, but conversely, it made for horrible photo conditions.  The pre-show festivities were a mixture of ups and downs.  The tone was set early when I had forgotten my driver’s license back in Cleveland, and although I have a full beard, was on the guest list, and was bantering back and forth with Toth and Lowery, I couldn’t snag a single beer out of the rigid Rumba staff.  Although I was relegated to strong espresso coffee for the night, I was able to chat a little with James before the opener began playing.  At the time of the show, they were midway through the tour and had just driven fifteen hours to arrive in Columbus an hour before the show’s start.  He looked tired but was completely affable and stoked to play for the small crowd.  Later stops with bands like Akron/Family and at more esteemed venues like The Empty Bottle were no doubt boons on the future calendar, but Toth treated this tiny cafe as if it were the Metrodome, and it’s always great to meet a gracious musician who just likes to perform.  Meeting Toth confirmed my expectations; he’s wickedly smart and well traveled.  He knows music, and even more importantly, he knows how to play a live show.

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Toth and bandmate Brian Lowery didn’t have a huge blistering set for us, but the ten or eleven songs they did play were quietly entrancing for the crowd.  Two small amplifiers, one electric guitar and one steel slide guitar was all the two needed to get gutsy for a few tunes.  They began the show with “Saturday Delivery,” one of my favorite Hard Knox tracks, and while I’m uncertain if the stone quiet crowd had ever heard it, they certainly dug it.  I have to confess that I’m a sing-along kind of guy, and because of how quiet everyone was, I had to tone it down a notch.  I’ve posted this track below if you haven’t heard it yet.  It’s completely kick-ass live.  Toth has a muted confidence and swagger on stage, and if you’re an indie fan, you know that some folks hop up on stage with a basket of taut nervousness.  Toth fires off at the opposite end of that spectrum.  He’s ready to play and “seasoned pro” is an apt descriptor.  As the two moved through Dylan covers and some Jescos material (Brian Lowery is also a member of that project), it was easy to become engrossed. Tracks that were unfamiliar to me, like “Heartbroken Haywire” and “Eagle Claw” became intimate favorites within three minutes of the first guitar strum.  Thought-provoking lyricism and witty conversational banter between tracks made this two hour drive down from Cleveland a pleasant diversion for the middle of the week.  In true folk fashion, Toth tells stories in between songs and creates a personal connection with the audience.  It’s a nice contrast to some of the more brooding content in the music and only serves to point to his versatility.  Pairing his recorded material with the live show really begs us to wonder why he hasn’t received more press than he has.  He’s a musician and poet and writes gorgeous songs.  The 45 minute quickie in Columbus was well worth my time, and if you’ve got a chance to see Toth, Wand, The Jescos, or in whatever particular capacity is available, you won’t be disappointed.

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Chicago Show @ Empty Bottle

As far as the Chicago show goes, things were similarly low-key on a Wednesday night at The Empty Bottle.  I must admit that I was feeling a bit lazy on this particular evening and decided to skip out on the opening acts.  I realize that is poor concert etiquette, and not a practice that I typically engage in, but it was a Wednesday after all.  After checking ahead to find that WAND was hitting the stage at 11:30pm, I downed a few beers at the casa and made the short walk to the venue a few minutes past 11.  Upon arriving, the hoard of pseudo hipsters standing around outside smoking their hand-rolled cigarettes let me know that I had gotten there just in time for Mr. Toth’s set.  Unlike Kevin I had the foresight to bring a state issued ID along with me, so after checking my name off the guest list I headed straight to the bar for my usual $2 bottle of PBR.  The scene was decidedly mellow for an Empty Bottle show, even one on a Wednesday just shy of midnight.  Even with the smokers back inside, the crowd was sparse and, for the most part, kept a safe distance from the front of the stage.  There were undoubtedly more folks here than in Columbus, but for the normally raucous venue the energy in the air was decidedly mellow.  While everyone was attentive as Toth took the stage, it was fairly evident that the weird rockabilly guy in the straw hat was the only person besides me who was ready to crowd close and sing along.

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Upon taking the stage, Toth picked up his guitar and settled into a stool on the right of the stage before setting the tone of the evening with some witty banter about his love for Chicago and Black Flag tattoos.  The banter is something that would continue throughout the night, showing that Toth is one of those rare musicians with an innate ability to connect with his audience on a personal level without seeming contrived or cheesy.  As in Columbus, the set opened with “Saturday Delivery,” followed by a new song that I was unfamiliar with and an oldie from way back, “Wand Arrives.”  At this point, three songs in, Brian Lowery made his way to the stage to contribute his skills on the slide guitar to the set.  The duo worked their way through a few favorites, including “Born Bad” and the intense “Arriving.”  Lowery then took the vocal reigns, playing one of his own songs, “Catch You,” with Toth looking on in approval.  From there the set wound down with a Dylan cover and what should have been the closer, “Eagle Claw.”  By this point in the night WAND had managed to win over the vast majority of the previously subdued crown, eventually giving in to the chants for an encore.  The encore ended up being a new track that the duo has been working on for an upcoming Jescos record, the retro ballad “Stones or Beatles.”  The song’s narrative voice states that loving his woman is easy, unlike trying to choose between The Beatles and The Rolling Stones.  After the set I had a brief chat with Toth and made a point to ask him about that particular song, and if that was really a tough decision for him.  His reply?  “Shit no, Stones all the way!”  Personally I couldn’t agree more, and that’s just another reason why I love WAND and you should, too.

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Wand – Arriving

Wand – Soldier Movies

Wand – Saturday Delivery

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One of the best moments in my sometimes semi-professional career as an indie rock writer occurred only a handful of days ago, some time around 8 PM Sunday before last. A few moments earlier, I had just begun interviewing Daniel Johnston, but his brother, who serves as Daniel’s manager, had pulled him away to sound check, promising he’d be back in a few minutes when done.

For Johnston, these days sound checks are more like mini-practice sessions where he’s meeting his band for the first time, often only a couple hours before they perform. Johnston travels from town to town and uses local indie bands as his backing band and, as different as scenes are from city to city and all bands are from one another, you can imagine how unique the sound each night becomes.

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I never caught the name of the band that was playing behind Johnston at this show, held at Ann Arbor’s Blind Pig venue, but they were hard and loud. Often times bands playing behind Johnston are poppy, and keep things restrained to avoid overwhelming his frequently meek vocals, but these guys played some straight-forward hard rock … and Johnston dug it. The memorable moment mentioned at the beginning of this post came when Johnston decided to run through one of his most famous songs, “Speedy Motorcycle,” with the band. Clearly, the band had been instructed to begin the song only pairing single keyboard notes timed to go with the songs opening lyrics (“Speedy Motorcycle, won’t you change me/Speedy Motorcycle, won’t you change me/In a world of funny changes/Speedy Motorcycle, won’t you change me”). After Johnston repeats “won’t you change me” that third time, the rest of the band comes in, providing the backing for the rest of the song. And when they came in this time, they came in heavy, taking Johnston by welcome surprise to the point that he shouted “Oh, right on!” and laughed before starting to sing along. I turned and smiled at my friend, Leia, who had come up to Ann Arbor with me on this one-day road trip, and saw that I wasn’t the only one tickled by Daniel’s sincere and spontaneous response. A few minutes later, the song ended, and Johnston immediately thanked and commended the guys in the band for playing it so heavy, saying that usually bands playing behind him want to play it like a calypso, but that he really liked how they played it loud: “that’s rock and roll, man!”

IMG_2288A few more songs and the soundcheck ended, and Johnston headed back over to the table where Leia and I waited, snagging a coke from the bar on the way over. We talked for another twenty minutes or so, about forthcoming projects (he has two albums and a movie in the works, and is hoping to build a home recording studio), the process at work when he creates his visual art, his visits to comic book stores in the various towns on tour (and why he’d recently switched from buying cheap comics in bulk to buying nicer collectibles), his favorite producers to work with, and the experience of having a famous documentary film made about him (he groused,
“Yeah, they really did me well there – they called it The Devil and Daniel Johnston – I’m not going to live that down even if I become 100 years old!”).

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As interesting as all those topics were, movies are where you can really see Johnston’s eyes light up. I’d learned this a few years ago when I was living in Texas, a town or so over from the hamlet where Daniel makes his home, and I’d had the opportunity to visit him at his house and conduct an interview in his living room as we watched The Deer Hunter, drank generic orange soda, and smoked menthols. This time, Johnston brought up the topic of movies, saying he spent a lot of time watching movies, and I asked him what his recent favorites were. He started off listing a bunch of old horror movies, King Kong, Beneath the Planet of the Apes, Frankenstein and the Wolfman, Creature from the Black Lagoon, The Shining, and then stopped himself, saying “Boy, you asked the wrong guy about movies. I could go on and on, list a hundred!” I chuckled, but Leia jumped in, saying back, “No, we asked the right guy then.” He looked directly at her for a moment, seeming to appreciate that perspective, and then started listing more movies, these more surprising. He mentioned how he loved The Nutty Professor, and then how he thought Schindler’s List was one of the best films ever made. This reminded him of the recent Tom Cruise movie where Cruise plays a Nazi officer trying to assassinate Hitler (Valkyrie), and then led him to start talking about the Cruise remake of War of the Worlds. Then, for a few minutes, Leia, Daniel, and I discussed the career of Tom Cruise and how the ladies seem to like him.

About this time, it became clear our time with Daniel was about to end. Folks from the venue and his backing band were coming by, one by one, to shake hands and meet him, and soon a tall man with a tough-to-place accent came over. Daniel shouted, “Elvis!” and said to Leia and I, “Guys, this is my friend Elvis Costello.” The man smiled and rolled his eyes and introduced himself – he was Ralston Bowles, longtime Michigan-based singer-songwriter, and was schedule to open the show for Johnston. Apparently there was a history between the two, as Daniel kept calling him Elvis and laughing, and then asking if he’d be willing to come on stage later and sing on “Man Obsessed with him” and if Bowles wanted to join his group for pizza in a few minutes. Ralston agreed and then excused himself, and Leia did me a solid that releases her from buying me birthday presents for years to come – pulling my Daniel Johnston-designed Jeremiah the Innocent vinyl toy sculpt out of her bag, snagging my sharpie from my shirt pocket, and getting Johnston’s autograph for me on the bottom of it. We had time for one quick picture before Johnston and his group hustled out the door for their dinner, but a thousand new memories.

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A few minutes later, we left ourselves, meeting an old friend of Leia’s and eventually seeking out dinner at the same pizza shack as Johnston and company. We had a fine time, then hit the basement dive bar/pool hall before venturing up to the sauna-like concert hall. We arrived just as Bowles was finishing his set, and waited with a almost three hundred Michigan hipsters for Johnston to make his way onstage. He soon did, solo and wielding an acoustic guitar. He played like that for thirty minutes, mostly either back-catalog or not-yet-released songs like “Freedom” and “Life in Vain” (which was WONDERFUL) that the audience wasn’t able to sing along with, though they did join in earnestly when the first chords of “Silly Love” were strummed. At one point, someone in the crowd shouted “We Love You, Daniel!” and Johnston responded, deadpan, “That was Kurt Cobain.” (I learned later that the gentleman who had shouted was wearing the famous t-shirt Cobain wore and had long, messy hair much like Cobain’s.)

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After a short break, Johnston came back with the same backing band we’d seen soundcheck with him before, playing a few more back catalog tunes, including a tumultuous “Walking the Cow” and the aforementioned “Speedy Motorcycle,” which although it didn’t have the intimacy and spontaneity of the soundcheck version, still rocked in a way that assured it was the audience favorite of the set.

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For me, however the highlights were different, and three-fold:

First, when Johnston’s microphone persisted in acting up and he moved over to a different one, he said something along the lines of “Sorry folks, no refunds if this one doesn’t work” (though that joke wasn’t half as funny as his earlier one about the guy about to be sentenced to death for attempting to commit suicide). Second, when he played “Rock n Roll EGA,” a tune as sorrowful and beautiful as any he’s written over the decades, particularl the lines “If I ever thought that I could be happy/Dreams like that always faded away/And all the girls already had boyfriends/I was alone as lonely could be.” And, finally, third, when Daniel introduced his friend “Elvis Costello” to the stage (again, Bowles) and they played “Man Obsessed.” The audience roared when Costello’s name was mentioned, and I leaned over and asked Leia how many people she thought were in that audience that were going home that night and telling friends they’d seen the man responsible for “Veronica” and “(What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding.” I didn’t think about that for long, though, as the song was a wonderful mess. Clearly Bowles had no idea how the song was supposed to go, but the band and Johnston made it through just fine anyway. At the end, an energized and well-humored Johnston impishly grins and gestures at Bowles and shouts to the audience, “Elvis Costello!” And then walked off the stage.

I don’t like Mondays.

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It’s been rough going back to the office.  We did not have a full length review for you today, principally because the majority of us were slogging through meetings, fine-tuning lesson plans, photo-copying syllabi and, in general, greasing the wheels of the educational process.  Thank god Bob Geldof knows how we feel.  (To get all you youngsters out there up to speed: Pink from The Wall was in a band, doesn’t pay his taxes, invented Live Aid (I guess) and allegedly may (or may not) have had something to do with the dude from INXS.)

Happily for you, (if classic Boomtown Rats aren’t your thing, that is) we’ve got a new track from the inimitable Daniel Johnston, the lead single from his upcoming record Is and Always Wlll Be, out on October 6.  The record is the fruit of  a collaboration with Jason Falkner and is Johnston’s first release in six years.  I’ve not yet heard the rest of it, but “Freedom” is, I’d argue, divergent from Johnston’s previous output for its level of production and instrumentation; more succinctly, “Freedom” isn’t stripped down.  It does bear Johnston’s characteristc brilliant lyricism and is completely top notch.  As the release date approaches, we’re going to have more coverage on this record, but, for the meantime, enjoy this one.

We’re back on the map tomorrow and Wednesday with our regular coverage and have a killer interview in the works for Thursday.  Thanks for putting up with us as our jobs kick back in; America’s youth thank you.

Daniel Johnston – Freedom

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This has been a killer week of coverage and reviews here at Citizen Dick, and I played absolutely no role in it.  I’ve decided to pop my head out from underneath the rock I’ve been living under to deliver today’s Radio Dick feature, and with quite a bit of regrets, I’ve not written as much as I like to this week.  As the music piles up around here, so do outside responsibilities, and while the other dicks have been writing up a storm, I’ve been sitting in a humid and non-air conditioned classroom this week making it look pretty for Tuesday’s grand opening.  This is quite the shame, as there are scores of excellent albums hitting the shelves over the next couple of weeks and while I’ve been on a mini-hiatus, my ears have been swirling.

One of the perks of writing for a more global blog is that we get to reach a pretty broad audience.  Theoretically, if I had a pressing philosophy or astute observation about our world, I could ship it out to a couple thousand people around the world fairly quickly.  Much like the asshole cops in my hometown, this affords me quite a bit of power, and if I’m not careful, I could develop a complex.  On the flip side, we love our readers and just to let you all in on a family secret, there are a lot of you that come back daily.  Not all of us are statisticians that keep a watchful eye on our website traffic, but a couple of us do.  A large percentage of you are coming back to read our words, and we’re really pretty thankful for this.  Subsequently, this means that I have an audience today.  Since I’ve got this luxury, I’d like to use this space to ask a few hard hitting questions of you.  I’ll do it in numerical fashion for the sake of readability and ease.

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1.  Exactly how many “End of Decade” lists do you think you’ll read and agree with? Is this even important at this point? The photo above has something to do with album release quantities through the years.  I have zero interest in trying to dissect its meaning.  Rest assured, a couple of the writers here are super into this idea so we’ll probably have some form of decade wrap up on the site soon enough.  However, isn’t this entirely relative?  Also, who becomes the authority on this enterprise?  Certainly Pitchfork and the GvsB + Hipster Runoff conglomerate are notoriously important to read daily but I’m a little wary of allowing them to dictate my tastes to me with this type of mega-list. Carles, I read your site daily and love it, but you’re no more credible than I am when picking a definitive list of albums from the last ten years.  I have trouble sifting through the album pile from August alone.

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2.  Have you ever seen the Zeitgeist documentary, and if so, what are your thoughts? This week, a girl I’m seeing shoved this gem in front of me, and because I’ve done zero research on the film, this question may come across as entirely naive and outdated.  I’m not normally a conspiracy theorist, nor am I much of a religious zealot either.  I found the film mildly amusing, primarily because they attempt to discredit the entire philosophy of religion, as well as the 9/11 attacks, but give zero credible resources to substantiate their claims.  I think much of the film is common sense, but I figure if I’m going to out two major narratives in history, I should probably unpack my bags and document a source or two.  I always want desperately to believe the UFO and ghost stories, but until someone hands me definitive proof, it’ll always be a sneaky mystery.  The religious section of the film was entirely satiating, I thought though.  It’s too bad it was in a sinister sort of way.

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3.  Why doesn’t everyone in modern society own a smartphone yet? I sat in a two hour opening meeting yesterday about the future of technology and education.  The feature problem of this meeting is that the building administrators that created the presentation are two years behind.  I was bored out of my mind.  They told us about smart phones and how things could be synced up and how people could actually play X-Box with people NOT sitting in the same room as them.  Were they serious?  I had X-Box live five years ago.  As we left, I did a general survey and people all expressed the same sentiment: “I don’t understand you kids and your iPhones and Blackberries.”  Do I live in The Shire or do I live in a major metropolis?  There needs to be a government program to get everyone a smart phone, an email address, and a text messaging plan.  It’s all going to happen eventually, but the process of changeover is nauseating.  Does this make sense, dear readership? (Side note:  During the presentation, the superintendent called upon our technology coordinator to explain something.  He didn’t hear him at first because he was playing a cow shooting slingshot game on his iPhone.  The irony was thick.)

Essentially, there is very little journalistic value to today’s post, but those three questions do a pretty good job of summarizing the thoughts I’ve had this week during whatever free time I’ve received.  Musically, I’ve been spinning tunes endlessly as I prepare my room for the start of school.  The tracks on today’s post hit a lot of different arenas, but all are hot off the presses and buzzworthy.  As always, longer form reviews are planned for most of these, but for today, we’re just going to relax and play this list a few times.  As my Summer comes to a screeching halt, we all hope you enjoy your work week.  Keep coming back for the goods throughout the week.

Elvis Perkins in Dearland – Slow Doomsday

Pissed Jeans – Dream Smotherer

Lightning Bolt – Colossus

The Almighty Defenders – Cone of Light

Nite Jewel – Falling Far

Washed Out – Belong

She Keeps Bees – My Last Nerve

Os Mutantes – Anagrama

The Gossip – Love Long Distance (Fake Blood Remix)

Fever Ray – Seven (Crookers Remix)

The Antlers – Two

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factories look like a bummer(Editor’s note:  Brief reviews of two records that you need to be aware of in advance of their August 25th release.  Strangely, we’ve talked about both bands briefly in the past, but they’re both deserving of the broader treatment we’ll get today.  You also get two live tracks.  Hooray!)

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I’ve been excited for the debut full-length from Canadian quintet Still Life Still since we got our hands on the stellar Pastel EP.  That full-length, out this Tuesday on Arts and Crafts does not disappoint.  Much like the EP, Girls Come Too is a big messy swirl of poppy hooks, tangled and tortured lyrical content and sweeping, catchy tunes.  Singer/guitarist Eric Young’s plaintive, often tender, delivery belies the anarchic edge to many of the songs.  Put it this way:  “T-shirts” would be the filthiest song in the world if David Yow was spitting it out, but in Young’s much gentler register it comes across as a genuinely touching love song.  (I think.  I’d fill you in on the lyrics in question, but my mom reads the site.  Buy the record and hear them for yourself.  Mrs. Citizen and I rapped about it for a minute and decided that the appropriate reaction lies somewhere between embarrassed giggle and mild cringe, but, again, the delivery is really what the song’s about.  I think.)  In a near perfect bit of happenstance, the song I want you to hear is the song the record company wants you to hear.  “Neon Blue” is one of the clear highlights on the record and nicely encapsulates the sonics of much of the record.  There’s some gentle manipulation of the quiet/loud dynamic, which always plays well for me and which is present, to a greater or lesser degree, across the album.  (Maybe the best bit of that particular trick comes in “Knives in Cartoons,” which backs down to drums and bass before exploding into frenetic, trebly guitar noise.  Good times.)  For those of you who missed the EP, the best tracks there reappear on the album, “Pastel” as a proper album cut and “Aid” as a ten-minutes into the last song “hidden track.”  For gently nuanced power-pop with a bit of a snarl, Still Life Still is a can’t miss proposition.

Still Life Still – Neon Blue

Still Life Still – Pastel

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We touched very briefly on The Postmarks in our recent Twitter Shenanigans contest post.  (As an aside, let’s step it up there a little bit folks.  The prize to follower #300 is in the mail, but the prize for #400 is a factor of ten better.  Step your collective games up.)  The single, “My Lucky Charm” is a lovely slice of mildly dramatic, slightly gooey, nearly traditionalist poppiness.  The rest of the record plays ike the soundtrack for a super-cool unreleased film from the sixties.  (The Postmarks seem to be hip to that vibe, given the highly nostalgic cover art, the densely dramatic title, Memoirs at the End of the World (which sounds like a lost Jen-Luc Goddard flick) and the press kit, which is packaged as a script.)  The music pushes those cinematic buttons with sweeping strings, repeated themes and a willingness to oversell the emotion a bit, as in the stirring “I’m in Deep.”  Singer Tim Yehezkely’s delivery calls Lush’s Miki Berenyi to mind, which is another major selling point.  (Anything that reminds me to revisit Lovelife is a good thing.)  Taken as a whole, the world The Postmarks craft over the course of the record is worth the visit.   From the opener, “No One Said This Would Be Easy,” which would fit over the credits of a James Bond movie (sorry to beat a dying horse on the movie thing, but it’s inescapable) to the closing strains of the wistful “Gone,” it’s an entertaining record that’s easy to listen to.

The Postmarks – My Lucky Charm

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To close up today, I’ve got a bit of a rant.  You may be aware that Common and The Roots will be playing four dates in the United States as part of the Hennessy Artistry series.   The sponsor, obviously, is Hennessy, the cognac. I love The Roots; when they’re in town, I pony up the dough and see an amazing show.  (I missed their last trip to Cleveland as I was out of town, which also chaps my ass, but that is another issue all together.)  It bums me out that they’re on a tour sponsored by a liquor company. Given the often political content of Black Thought’s rhymes, which I’ve long read an encouragement to folks of all stripes to do better (I really thought that’s what “Water” was about), this seems like, at best, an odd match. Shit.  Aren’t liquor companies bad?  Don’t they keep down the communities (black and white) that The Roots are encouraging to rise up?  I thought I might be missing something, like maybe the profits went to charity, but I did some digging and that doesn’t appear to be the case.  I mean, “fuck getting money for real, get freedom” seems pretty clear, right?  Would Chuck D perform in front of a giant Air Jordan after “I like Nike but wait a minute, the neighborhood supports, so put money in it?”  Would Neil Young sing “Keep On Rocking in the Free World”  with a Wal-Mart banner draped across the stage?   Corporate sponsorship of things bothers me in general, but this one strikes me as particularly awful.  (It’s not quite in the realm of the Jaguar “London Calling” sales event, but it’s close.)  I’m not going to stop loving The Roots, but, in the absence of a clear reason this is a good thing, I think this particular move sucks.  However, since they’re still the greatest live band in the world, there are two killer cuts below.

The Roots – Thought @ Work – Live, 2004

The Roots – Water – Live, 2004

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I don’t have much witty banter to get out today, and the Chicago concert landscape is pretty barren this weekend, rather than entertaining you with my wit or helping you fill the holes in your weekend social schedule, I want to take this opportunity to gloat a bit.  If you read last week’s column as well as Kevin’s Radio Dick entry on Sunday, we had some pretty strong opinions on how the whole Radiohead EP rumor would shake out.  And guess what?  We were right.  If you logged on to Wall of Ice on Monday, as I suspect many of you did, all you found was a free download of the track that was already available for free everywhere else on the Internet.  Clearly we were right on in our thinking that individual tracks will continue to surface rather than seeing an EP or LP released any time soon.  Not to seem pompous, but you heard it here first.

On a side note, I bought a guitar this week.  I have no idea how to play a guitar, but I now own one.  If anyone in Chicago wants to offer up free lessons or work out some sort of barter system in which I trade you a pair of old gym shoes in exchange for your services, please hit me up.  I have dreams of becoming a rock star before I turn 35, so time is of the essence.

The xx Band

First up in the Hodge Podge today is a track from a band that has leapt from relative obscurity and landed squarely at the epicenter of the Internet hype machine.  The xx is a quartet of South West London youths ho have recently signed to the UK label Beggars Group.  Their debut album, simply titled xx, is out now in the UK and will be hitting US shelves in late October.  Upon my initial listen to the record’s first leak, “Crystalised,” the first comparison that I draw is to one of my favorite bands from the early 200’s, The Notwist.  Combining a heavy new wave influence with hazy pop melodies, the song is lo-fi lullaby that is eclectic yet accessible enough to appeal to a wide range of musical palettes.  Opening with an ambient electronic howl and a bit of crisp rudimentary guitar strumming, the verse sets in focusing on sparse percussion and a subtly muted male/female vocal track.  The kicker comes just before the starkness lulls you into thinking this is going to be another droning snooze fest, when the guitar returns and ushers in a fuzzy pop hook that smacks you square in the face.  The structure of the track is so polished that it is difficult to believe that the four members of The xx are merely 19 years old.  “Crystalised” is my only point of reference for the band as of yet, but if the rest of the record lives up to the expectations this track has created you can expect a more in-depth look at the album in the future.  xx is currently available for pre-order via the Beggars Group web shop.

The xx – Crystalised

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Mellowdrone Band

Don’t let the photo above fool you, there is much more to Mellowdrone than just awesome tattoos and kick-ass taste in hats, though they clearly have the market cornered in those areas.  Beneath that exterior, however, lies a trio of extremely talented musicians.  Founding member Jonathan Bates is a former student of guitar at Boston’s acclaimed Berklee School of Music, where he attended on scholarship.  After leaving the school and moving to LA to hone his songwriting chops, Bates teamed with friends Tone DeMatteo and Brian Borg and the lineup was set.  The trio landed a record deal with Columbia straight out of the gates, made a record, toured the world with a host of indie heavyweights, and saw their songs featured in multiple commercials and television shows.  If I lost you somewhere with the major label success, fear not because the band’s new record is in direct contrast to all of that.  Released from their Columbia deal, Angry Bear was written and recorded with the intent to break away from glossy production and create a record that is imperfectly perfect.  The lead track, “Elephant,” is a prime example of this mission.  The guitars are hazy, the vocals are lush, and rhythm section is more focused on volume than precision.  The result is a sloppy lo-fi rocker that recalls shades of Interpol soaked with whiskey.  The album is out August 25th on Coming Home Records.

Mellowdrone – Elephant

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The Rapture Band

Given the dark and dreary nature of the first two tracks today (not that there’s anything wrong with that), I wanted to try and dig up something a little more fun and lighthearted for today’s vault entry.  I mean, it IS Friday after all, so something to kick-start the party is certainly in order.  I don’t know about you guys, but whenever I feel the need to get a party started right (Get a party started quickly.  Right!  Sorry, had to do it.) there is only one track that comes to mind.  I challenge any of you to walk into a lame party, throw on The Rapture’s “House of Jealous Lovers,” and NOT see a dance party to break out.  On second thought, don’t even bother because it is impossible to not shake your ass when that song comes on.  As much as I hate to admit it, I am actually quite sad that the dance punk craze was so short lived.  For pretty much the entire first half of the 2000’s, The Rapture was probably my favorite band.  The loud, feedback-laden guitar riffs, wildly off-kilter vocals, infectious beats, and overall raunchy sound of the band was my muse for a good five years of my life, and I loved every second of it.  Out of the Races and onto the Tracks and Echoes were on constant repeat on my iPod, which was one of those huge ones that only held 10GB and only came in white (shit, I don’t even think it had a damn click wheel).  Even today I get a little giddy when I hear one of their tracks by chance or stumble upon a mention of them in a blog, so here’s to making you all feel a bit giddy yourselves on this Friday afternoon.

The Rapture – House of Jealous Lovers

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crusty white cat thinks E-603 is balls hilarious

This kind of thing usually isn’t my bag, but when the piano bit from “Come Sail Away” kicks in around the one minute mark, I lose my shit; for whatever reason it strikes me as really funny.  (Mash-up artists, listen up:  the first one of you clowns to put “Mr. Roboto” in front of a Wu-Tang song will receive a personal check from me for an unreasonably large sum.)  The cheery, carnival-like deedly-doots behind Ludacris’s chanting at the end also make me chuckle.  I’m not sure that this song (or the record from which it comes) was intended comedically; I hope it was.  Otherwise I’m laughing at some earnest white kid who just wants to “mash stuff up.”  Actually, however it was intended, as serious music for serious people or overtly comedic, I guess we all win by pointing out its ridiculousness and guffawing.  It’s even funnier if you imagine some hipster stroking his beard and peering deep into the nuances of the samples.  (Quick aside:  Check out the mole on the bald guy in the picture above.  Wow.)

E-603 – Lights Out

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circulatory system cover (Editor’s Note: There’s a lot going on at Citizen Dick world headquarters.  As Kevin described on Sunday, three-fifths of us are prepping to return to school.  At the time of this writing, I’m a mere 36 hours away from sitting through my building’s opening meeting.  Two days after that, I’ve got students streaming into my classroom.  To be perfectly honest, I’m thinking a little more about my third period algebra class than I am about Circulatory System.  Add in the three hours I watched my aunt’s three-month old today, my need to take my garbage out, the second consecutive week of stupidly hot August weather and I’m in danger of not being on my A-game for the following review.  Happily, Circulatory System’s Signal Mornings is an album that’s easy to praise; if it looks like this one is phoned in, it’s only because I’m both losing my mind and the record is really good.  Hopefully that is both reasonably sensical and acceptable.)

This is going to sound overblown.  I’ve tried to find a way around it, given my general trend towards keeping the names of canonical records out of my mouth, but there’s really no better way to encapsulate Circulatory System’s upcoming sophomore record, Signal Mornings, than this: it sounds like the bastard child of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and Kid A.  No joke.  Now I’m not about to take the position that it’s quite as good as either of those records (that would be heretical, potentially), but the record’s equal doses of high-period, classical psychedelia and tuneful electronic manipulation reek of those two records.  There’s a clear line of fidgety business on the album, in that there’s always a slew of instrumentation blanketing the tracks; there’s not a lot of spareness here.  Given that much of that instrumentation is bathed in a hazy bit of fuzz and distortion, it’s easy to see the influence of paisley-clad acid eaters.  The flipside of that splash of swirling color is the deeply experimental use of electronics and tape manipulation.  Many of the tracks lurch in one direction before hiccuping electronically and veering into computer-laced mayhem.  To go back to the original comparison, imagine “Everything in its Right Place” played on top of “Fixing a Hole” and you’re getting close to the sound.

The record opens with a stomping bit of fuzzed out intensity, “Woodpecker Greeting Worker Ant.”  It lays the groundwork for much of the first half of the record with an incessantly catchy groove, occasional stops and electronic diversions and late-entering, soaring multi-tracked vocals.  It might be my favorite track on the record (Which is strange, in that I don’t think that too many first tracks stick with me the way this one does.  “Pop Song 89,” “Black Sabbath” and “Misunderstood” all spring to mind, but I feel like, generally, the best tracks are usually a bit deeper in the record.  Am I wrong here?)  Things get a bit more raucous and scattered on the album’s second half; after the bruising “Blasting Through,” the songs seem to have a slightly more aggressively abstract feel, with a lot of dissolution and radical changes.  Given the album’s length, seventeen tracks, this kind of obvious dichotomy is welcome.  The brighter side 1 contrasts well with the darker, more complex side 2.  “Blasting Through” itself does wild things with the repeated lyric, “you’re on the outside blasting through,” running the words through a broad variety of manipulations.  It would sound slightly out of place, perhaps, after something like the optimistic “This Morning (We Remembered Everything)” and it’s almost stereotypically beatnik refrain: “This morning we remembered everything and the sky came down and tapped us on the shoulder.”  There’s some diversion and atonality on the track, but the overall message seems to be a positive one, as the track emerges from some sonic bleakness.  This makes sense on side 1, just as heavier bits like “Blasting Through” make sense on side 2.

Signal Mornings has been in production for seven years, the end result of untold hours of recording.  (That alone blows my mind.  Remember 2002?  Me neither.)  Composer and musician W. Cullen Hart has multiple sclerosis and, given the record’s repeated descriptions of struggle, metaphysical and otherwise, seems to have been influenced, at least lyrically, by that experience.  (I do the special education thing during the day, so I’m reluctant to use pejorative terms like “stricken with” and “struggles through,” let alone attribute anything broad to a disabling condition without rapping with the dude first.  Given that I’m not totally certain that the M.S. thing is relevant, I was a bit reluctant to include it, but full disclosure and all that.)  A product of the always interesting Elephant 6 folks, the record features all members of Olivia Tremor Control and (this bit is exciting) Jeff Mangum and Julian Koster of the late great Nuetral Milk Hotel.  Sadly, I got the record digitally and am liner notes-less, so can’t report in detail on who plays what on which tracks.  That said, the overall sonic richness of the record implies that lots of folks are doing lots of things on all the tunes.  (This might be the thing that pisses me off the most about the digital age.  I love liner notes.  Now I only see them on the rare occasions when I have the physical article in my hands and, too often, they’re horribly truncated.  I sound like a pissy old man, don’t I?)

There are a lot of specific moments to love on this record: the free-jazz-esque horns on “Tiny Concerts,” the repeated refrain “Why not try to breathe along with the universe” on, naturally, “The Breathing Universe,” the unexpected gentleness of “I You We” and the cacophonous disruption of “Particle Parades.”  Broadly, the record is good.  It’s perhaps a touch overlong, but given the length of time leading to its completion, that’s understandable.  The constant sense of exploration and experimentation is welcome.  The track below, “Overjoyed” points to some of the pleasures of the record, but this is one you’re going to want to hear all the way through on September 8.

Circulatory System – Overjoyed

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this is our massive crowd of twitter peeps_

If we’re being 100% honest, we don’t know why we’re so fascinated with Twitter and, more saliently, our number of followers thereon.  We realize that, to a large degree, it’s just marketing and product placement and so on and so forth.  (Nobody gives a shit that you’re at the airport.  We all care that Shaq is.  Dig?)  That said, we really want an ass-load of people to know our most intimate thoughts and feelings on a minute by minute basis.  As such, we’re making a bald-faced plea to you, dear and loyal reader, to follow us on the Twitter.

What’s in it for you, right?

First:  You get our periodic witticisms and are constantly updated on new posts.  We’re witty as hell and you want to know when there’s new content, right?

Second (this is where it gets interesting): If you happen to follow us on an even, century-type number (300, 400, 500…) we will give you (and only you) a highly unique prize of some undetermined value.  It might be a soiled pair of Diamond Jim’s underpants or a personalized mix tape or a hand-drawn portrait.  Regardless, we’ll ship it and you’ll be the only person on the face of this Earth to have it.  Sweet, right?  And.  To keep you sneaky bastards on your toes, we’re going to draw a random non-century type number every other 100 entries (As in: 352, 512 and the like; we promise to use the random number generator.)  We don’t want any greedy Gusses keeping their fingers off the triggers if the follower number isn’t x99.  This keeps things mildly random and slightly more interesting,  To sum up: prizes for 300, 400, 500… and prizes for random numbers in the interim.  Maybe Citizen Dick winds up in the canon of blogs and, some day, gets enshrined in a hall of some sort; if so, you’ll be able to sell that shit at Christies for like a million dollars.  (We understand that there will be some logistical wrangling, as we’ll need your address and some way to confirm that you are out n-hundredth follower, but we’re pretty sure that we can manage it.)

So, follow us and we’ll (potentially, if the numerology aligns) give you some shit.  Everybody wins.

Since we’re pretty overtly whoring out with this contest, we’ve got two songs below.  They have absolutely nothing to do with the Twitter Shenanigans Contest, but they will ensure that this post goes to both the Hype Machine and Elbows.  We know that’s backhanded and openly needy, but, just this one time, we don’t care.  Cheers.

The Postmarks – My Lucky Charm

Hockey – Song Away (Jack Beats Anger Management Remix)

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delfields band

Today’s review is a bit of a technicality in terms of actually qualifying as a new release.  Personally, I came across the record about a week ago, and the ‘official’ release date is listed as today.  On the other hand, the record has been floating around physically for about a year now, and has been available as a download on iTunes since February.  Given that it is a self-released endeavor, these situations are not uncommon, and since the mass release is happening now and I like the record I’m going to go ahead and act as if it is spanking new, despite the fact that some folks out there may have already had their hands on it for a little while now.  Those three dudes pictured above are responsible for the album that I speak of.  I’m not sure which one is which, but collectively they make up the New Jersey indie rock trio The Delfields, and their debut album, Ogres, is kinda-sorta dropping today.

Originally formed back in 2006, he band consists of a former guitar instructor and a pair of brothers; the kind of lineup that indie bands have wet dreams about.  Musically the trio is ripe with a host of sonic influences, all of which they wear proudly on their sleeves.  The glaring comparison would be to The Shins, though personally I think this is what The Shins would sound like if they had much larger cojones.  That said; if you are a Shins fan who is somewhat disgruntled due to their loss of street cred (via Zach Braff), let me introduce you to your new favorite band.  If that crude comparison doesn’t strike a chord, a more technical description would include the terms bedroom pop, surf rock, lo-fi, and 60’s sensibility.  All of these influences play out on the record through fuzzy guitars that are sometimes crisp and sometimes crunchy, psychedelic synths, and heavy doses of snare drums and cymbals.

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Album opener “Slippery Slope” kicks things off with tones of psychedelica and a haunting vocal, followed by “Honest,” bringing more of the same while kicking up the surf influence by a few notches.  Together they represent a solid opening pair of tracks that sets the mood for things to come.  “Francine” ushers in a dose of synthesizer, providing a soaring atmospheric backdrop offsetting some more aggressive percussion work.  “Short Sleeves” maintains a similar vibe from the synths, but here you find the hazy guitar giving way to a somewhat cleaner tone and the vocals dropping a few octaves, shifting from near falsetto to a somber growl.  Title track “Ogres” kicks in strong, boasting an opening riff that brings to mind early Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.  Darker hooks give way to an uplifting, dreamy chorus, providing a sweet juxtaposition of sound and resulting in one of the albums cornerstone pop gems.

The next two tracks, “Solvents and Bedrooms” and “Our Beds,” pair together perfectly, both exhibiting the strongest examples of The Shins influence that I mentioned earlier.  “Solvents” brings a hint of twang into the mix and a mellow eeriness to the vocal, which is bolstered nicely by some nifty whistling.  “Our Beds” sounds as though it could have been included on Oh, Inverted World without anyone betting an eye, and if it was it would probably be my favorite track on the album.  “Fawn Fight” finds the band at their most raucous.  It is a true freak-out track, with guitars, drums, and keys blasting simultaneously at a blistering pace.  If there is a proper time to dance while listening to this record it would be during this song.  Closer “Highlands” is nearly the polar opposite to “Fawn Fight” on this record, sitting alone as the only true semi-ballad on Ogres.  Showing a more sensitive side of the band’s sound, it is a contemplative slow burner that is both tender and warm, coming in with soft guitar and fading out to lush orchestral experimentation.

From beginning to end, Ogres is a tight, focused, and cohesive record.  Though it is merely the band’s debut effort, the fact that they spent three years crafting it is evident in its execution.  Consisting of nine tracks and clocking in at a mere 26 minutes, it makes for an enjoyable listen and chugs along nicely with no sign of unnecessary filler. Based on this album, I have no doubt that The Delfields will be on a lot of peoples’ radar moving forward.  But don’t take my word for it, have a listen to two tracks from Ogres below and hear it for yourself.

The Delfields – Ogres

The Delfields – Fawn Fight

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We here at Citizen Dick HQ get a lot of music crossing our desks and filling our headphones and sometimes, despite our very best efforts, we just can’t get to everything. Speaking for myself, one of the first things that tends to determine the importance that I assign to some new releases is whether it is a full-length effort or not. Call my biased, maybe even foolish, but I tend to hold the full-length efforts in higher regard, or at least give them fuller attention. Even I, however, know that doing so can occasionally be a stupid mistake, so periodically I like to go through the stacks and give the EPs a spin. I went through one of these inbox house-cleanings the other day and, in doing so, found some really interesting work that I thought some of you might be interested in.

As a result, today I’m doing something a little different. Rather than spend the whole nut writing a long essay on one particular album, I’m giving you quicker hits on four different shorter albums. I hope you don’t mind the trade-off. This won’t happen all the time, but next time I go through the EPs and find some more otherwise ignored (by me) gems, I’ll be back for another one of these.

For now, though, prepare to meet a handful of acts, all hailing from east of the Mississippi: Philadelphia’s Brown Recluse Sings, Arlington, Virginia’s Go Home Robots, and a pair of bands out of Brooklyn, Monogold and ZAZA.

Brown Recluse Sings – The Soft Skin

Recorded in 2007, The Soft Skin is Brown Recluse Sings’s follow-up to 2006′s well-received EP, Black Sunday. After line-up changes and natural evolution, the current Brown Recluse Sings effort finds the band at a deceptively sunny point. The four-track album is filled with beauties that deserve both head-bopping and careful listening. Although the Spector-esque dude-pop sounds recall mid-career Beach Boys, the lyrics reflect the neurotic and frequently passive-aggressive underbelly of modern love. For example, witness the narrator’s comparison/contrast exercise between his breakfast fruit and his lover in “Rotten Tangerine” (“I’m eating a rotten tangerine/Its skin is twice as soft as yours/but its juice is half as sweet”) and in-the-moment anxiety in “Rainy Saturday” (“Through your teeth I hear you softly sigh/as you gently run your fingers down my thigh/are you counting down the time until you die”).

Overall, think Peter, Bjorn, & John meets major-chord Nick Drake, with songs written by a calm Woody Allen. All four tracks are enjoyable, but the stand-out is arguably “Rotten Tangerines,” with its mildly psychedelic and romantic portrayal of a regular winter morning. Like Allen, the band bears a sense of the auteur, particularly with the satirical explanations – sometimes sub-titular, others epigraphical – after each song’s listing in the insert. Accordingly, the listener is prepared to receive “Rotten Tangerines” as a “nostalgic reverie triggered by the morning routine” while the message accompanying “Night Train” is more a twitter-worthy short story split title, “destitution and virtue don their hat and scarf for the winter; or, an optimistic reflection on the coming of spring.”

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The Soft Skin will be released on August 25th through Slumberland Records. Check out the Brown Recluse Sings website here and keep an eye out for the band’s full-length release in early 2010.

Brown Recluse Sings – Night Train

Brown Recluse Sings – Contour and Context

go home robot album

Go Home Robot – Candles and Bombs

Virginia-based Go Home Robot’s sound is a little more difficult to capture, if only because their approach veers so wildly between each of Candles and Bombs six tracks. When I first start listening to a new band, I can’t help but call to mind other bands it reminds me of. Eventually, after enough time and thought, a picture more unique to the band forms in my mind and I can think of more direct and less comparative ways to describe that band’s sound. I’m not there yet with Go Home Robot, and don’t know that I’ll ever be, simply because the band changes so much.

“Locusts” sounds like it was recorded by a harder art-noodle band, a punkier and simpler Akron Family, say, while “Safe in the City” is softer pop. The guitar noodling is still there, but more melodic, and eventually the band builds to Franz Ferdinand-esque close, constructing sort of a chorus at the end of the song. “Pighook,” however, is Ric Ocasek on Quaalude’s. The song is anchored by a simple bass riff with a catchy guitar hook repeated throughout, though in various keys and styles, including an occasional dark, late 80s metal bite at times. At points distorted guitar effects are thrown in, and the band closes the track hard and heavy. The next song, the album’s title track, changes gears entirely, bringing a post-rock sound comparable to a heavier The Sea and Cake. The EPs closing track, “Scratch on the Piano,” is the album’s most powerful. It begins with a piano interlude and eventually becomes an unholy marriage between Yeasayer and Black Sabbath (if such a thing was even imaginable), as the vocalist belts out a dark, demonic tale. The track is highly theatrical, with moments of instrumental madness, and the simple string work at the end is a top-notch production touch.

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Candles and Bombs is currently available for free download through Rock Proper. Check out Go Home Robot’s website here and download Candles and Bombs here.

Go Home Robot – Safe in the City

Monogold – We Animals

The thing I dig most about my discovery of Monogold is how it happened. One day, not all that long ago, I received a blind email from one of the fellas in the band, asking if I’d be willing to listen to their new EP. We get quite a lot of these emails, and while I try to give most things a listen, I don’t always give them the full attention they probably deserve. The day I received the mp3s that comprise We Animals, I was in the middle of some time-consuming computer-related chores, mindless but necessary – the perfect time to put on the headphones and listen to some new stuff, with fingers half-crossed hoping to find a gem.

I found one in Monogold. And it makes me a lot more likely to give the next few bands that randomly send me their music a much more attentive listen.

Monogold operates out of Brooklyn, indie rock ground zero almost this entire decade, and the folks in this band have soaked up the rich environment around them and processed it into something new and fantastic. This seven-track EP is filled with seven diggable tunes, particularly album-opener “Traps/Offerings” and “Dead Sea Minerals.” In fact, “Dead Sea Minerals” might be one of the top songs I’ve heard this entire year, with its anthemic joy, killer drumming, happy guitars, and smooth tenor vocals. Best of all, the good stuff isn’t limited to just those two tracks – there is a lot going on in each one of these songs, like a lot of albums that come out these days. Unlike many of those other albums, however, We Animals never seems like there is something hiding under extra tracks, but instead like each new sound or level of distortion was an inspired new puzzle piece cleverly and astutely added in to the mix. This is vintage post-college Liberal Arts major/music minor indie pop and I love it. (I also love the album cover art.) (And has anyone been keeping count of how many times I’ve used the word “love” in this blurb so far?) (Or parenthetical digressions?)

This band is still early into its development, but I’m optimistic on where they are going to go. A while back I listened to an EP by another band from New York, Suckers, and told a friend that, based only on the songs on that short album, there was a solid chance those guys could be my next favorite band. I won’t go that far on Monogold, yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I find myself saying something similar whenever their next album comes out. In the meantime, I have a hunch I’m going to be paying a lot more attention to NYC concert listings, hoping for a magical weekend when one of those bands is playing somewhere on a Friday and the other somewhere else on a Saturday. At that point, I can assure you I’ll be making phone calls to friends who live there, arranging couches to sleep on and pals to go to the shows with.

We Animals will be released through iTunes and CD Baby in September. Check out Monogold’s website here.

Monogold – Traps/Offerings

Monogold – Dead Sea Minerals


ZAZA – Cameo

Part of me was tempted to just flip a coin and decide if I was going to frame this band as mellifluous noise or complicated shoegaze. I can’t really decide. Song after song on Cameo features beautiful melodies that are covered up and warped by noisy dissonance, leading to some strange compositions that work most of the time, though not always. Other than the melody versus noise battle taking place on each track, there are two other hallmarks to ZAZA’s sound: uncommonly ethereal male vocals and quite pronounced drum work. The overall vibe is complicated and rhythmic and sometimes even psychadelic. This is an EP that can be difficult to listen to – not because it is unpleasant (it is not), but because it just isn’t very easy to wrap your ears and brain around. For those of you that like a challenge, you might discover your new favorite shoe-pop band. For those of you that prefer something more straightforward, classifiable, and navigable, you might want to look elsewhere.

As I mentioned, some tracks put the sound composition better together than others. “Always On” works in a great fuzzy guitar jam that comes in between the vocals and the drums just perfectly, but track-opener “The Call” always seems to be swirling around a song idea rather than ever fully becoming one. Similarly, “Repitition” is a grand and delightful mess of echoes and guitar, with the drumming providing a road-map for the listener to follow along to, while “Faith in the Faithless” has waves of artifice getting in the way of everything natural. On Cameo, ZAZA has convinced me that they have chops and a sound. More importantly, they’ve got my attention. Now I’m waiting to see where that sound goes.

Cameo will be released on August 18th through Kanine Records. Check out ZAZA’s website here.

ZAZA – Sooner or Later

ZAZA – Repitition

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This week is an ominous black cloud, menacingly hovering above Citizen Dick headquarters.  Three of our five writers are educational professionals, meaning that in five short, fun-filled days our carefree summertime existence comes to a screeching halt.  Our three month hiatus from all things work-related has been a great ride, as it is every year.  We’ve been able to provide quite a bit of excellent coverage all Summer, and while we certainly hope to continue in the same mode, we know that our time is going to be more limited.  Weeknight concerts become more difficult to attend, boozing nights become quite a bit cheaper, and our bedtimes slide back a couple of hours.  Certainly a majority of the working world doesn’t get the benefit of having a gigantic three-month vacation every year.  You won’t hear us complain.  Nonetheless, tension is mounting and the excitement and terror of getting back into the swing of things is forcibly setting in.

What does this mean for our regular readers?  Absolutely nothing.  We’ve added two more writers to our staff this summer in anticipation of this swarm of events.  While Brian is tediously writing his dissertation and Justin and I are teaching our courses, James and Rob will also be around.  Likewise, the burden of daily posting will not be hindered in the slightest.  We just like to bitch about going back to work, basically.  Music has been piling up and we’ve got plenty of reviews and emerging music coverage still on tap each and every week.

This week in particular has been pretty hectic in the music world.  James hit a lot of the recent flurry of activity in his Friday Hodgepodge post, alluding to the Radiohead mystery and whether or not this Wall of Ice EP release is actually going to happen tomorrow.  Although all of the evidence is beginning to point toward the midnight release of this EP, we hope it’s not true.  At midnight, everyone is going to be going to the Wall of Ice website to see whether or not it is for real., ourselves included.  If there is a download available at this time, I’ll be upset.  Our opinion is that this is too contrived to be a Thom Yorke production.  It would easily be a stronger statement against the recording industry if they released tracks one-by-one.  I’m going to keep my feet planted and state that I think it’s all a trick.  There will be no EP tonight at midnight.  Of course, our feet may end up in our mouths on this one, but the last week’s events prove that the buzzing hype is easily manipulated.  I can’t think of a more huge way to justify this than to have a million people show up to the website to snag an EP only to find nothing there.  While the internet flutters with buzz about the chicanery the band has lobbed out into the ether, we’re sitting back and just enjoying the ride.  It will be interesting to see how it all shakes out.  Radiohead is certainly on each of our favorites list and any new material is good material, regardless of how it ends up being released.

Our 8 tracks this week are new tracks from upcoming albums, with the exception of Atlas Sound’s new Fleetwood Mac cover of “Walk a Thin Line.”  Personally, I think it’d be interesting to hear an Atlas Sound version of Landslide (kidding, of course), but the unique take on this particular track is refreshing.  Dead Man’s Bones’ new track is getting worn out on my stereo this week, and The Frowning Clouds’ “Time Wastin’ Woman” is the raucous drinking song I’ve enjoyed keeping in my hip pocket as I transition back into the realities of the labor force.  In any event, enjoy these 8 songs and be on the lookout this week for continued coverage and reviews of our favorite emerging music.  Likewise, enjoy all of your work weeks and wish us luck as we wipe the summertime sleep from our eyes and look forward to the daily grind.

Le Loup – Beach Town

Atlas Sound – Walk a Thin Line (Fleetwood Mac Cover)

Dead Man’s Bones – My Body’s A Zombie For You

The Frowning Clouds – Time Wastin’ Woman

The Happy Hollows – Faces

Grooms – Dreamsucker

Pictureplane – Dark Rift

Port O’Brien – My Will is Good

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sumner + staff(Editor’s note:  The last two Lazy Saturdays, we’ve gone with bands that might not be on your radar yet paired with a live track or two; you’ve seemed to be into that, so we’re going to keep it up this week with a slight twist.  The two bands we’re highlighting today released records earlier this year that we didn’t comment on at the time; to a degree, we’re looking backwards instead of ahead.  Both records, however, are deserving of praise and this seems like a good venue to heap it on them.  Lastly, that’s E.V. Sumner and his staff up there.  He was the oldest cat to serve in the Civil War, so he’s super old.  In other news, I wish my day job would allow me to carry a saber around.  That would be sweet.)

Mrs. Citizen and I caught A Hawk and a Hacksaw opening for Andrew Bird in April; at the time I found their deeply Eastern European sound to be intriguing, if mildly static, and a good way to warm up for the Birdman.  After listening to Delivrance, their May release on The Leaf Label, a few times through, I realized I was selling the band short.  The initial reaction to the record is that is very foreign, layered with the sounds of Eastern Europe and dripping with musical idioms that sound wildly exotic to the American ear.  Spiral a little deeper into the record, peeling away a bit of the overt alienness, and you start to hear how complex and entrancing it is.  “The Man Who Sold His Beard,” the album’s killer third track, is a pounding, swirling blend of accordions, horns and top-drawer string work; imagine a stereotypical oompah band playing high energy dance music and you’re in the ballpark.  (Side note:  That makes me think of this for no good reason.  That inevitably makes me think of this.  Which is a good thing.  That’s some funny shit.)  There’s a whole raft of stuff going on here that I don’t quite have the lexicon to define crisply; verbunkos and klezmer are words that I know, but I won’t pretend to have a bunch (or any) records that could be defined as either.  As such, the fact that a record like Delivrance works is all the more stunning; the band is putting out records to a buying public that (largely, I’ll assume) isn’t wildly conversant in the ideas they contain.  That’s admirable and, happily, really listenable.

The principal members of A Hawk and a Hacksaw are violinist Heather Trost, wildly talented and prominently featured on most of the tracks, and percussionist Jeremy Barnes, recognizable to hipsters as the drummer from Nuetral Milk Hotel.  Both of these folks force you to pay attention; the violin is sweet throughout and the number of permutations in the percussion is pretty nifty as well.  While most of the tracks on Delivrance are instrumental, there are vocals on a few cuts (including “Kertesz,” one of my favorites).  It’s a record worth checking out in that it sounds like nothing else I’ve listened to this year and it’s of particularly high quality.

A Hawk and a Hacksaw – Foni Tu Argile

Next up today is a psych-rock act from Peru.  This is another really good example of a band that I got to hear about through the blog.  The folks in Serpentina Satelite saw our review of White Hills, thought we might like their sound and shipped us a record.  I’ll guarantee that if I wasn’t writing for the blog, I wouldn’t be hip to too many Peruvian psych-rock acts, so I feel pretty lucky.  Serpentina Satelite’s Nothing to Say, released in January on Germany’s Trip in Time records, is fifty minutes of heavy, often mildly nefarious, space rock, replete with crunchily distorted guitars lacing into towering solos and big muscular riffs, barely decipherable lyrics delivered intermittently in both English and Spanish and, in general, a load of musicianship and attitude.  The title track, below, is pretty representative of the album as a whole, with its aggressive sonic pummeling.  The record has a lot of nuance as well, with tracks that have enough twists and flourishes to keep the experience engaging and rewarding.  The album closes with “Kommune 1,” a twenty minute-plus exploration of the limits of groove and feedback.  (I’ve complained in the past about artists refusing to stretch out and embrace a jam or two.  Serpentina Satelite engender no such compunction.)  The guitar solo around the twelve minute mark manages to be both yearning in nature and incendiary in delivery, which is a solid trick.  The band has more than one gear, however, as the terse “Madripoor,” which lays a fuzzy drone over an almost traditional blues solo attests.  Overall, I’m glad that Nothing to Say showed up in my mail.  It’s an album you want to track down if White Hills was up your street.

Serpentina Satelite – Nothing to Say

I thought that since we flew to the outer limits this week (Eastern European folk, South American psychedelia), it might be a nice counterpoint to go with an almost uncomfortably idiomatic American band for this week’s live cuts.  Two covers from New Riders of the Purple Sage’s classic lineup in an opening gig for the Grateful Dead on the Europe ’72 tour fit the bill, right?   The slight manipulation of “The Weight” gives an interesting twist to a canonical track (it’s pretty faithful, but also clearly not The Band) and the guitar work on Ray Charles’ “I Don’t Need No Doctor” is solid.  Enjoy.

New Riders of the Purple Sage – I Don’t Need No Doctor – Live, 1972

New Riders of the Purple Sage – The Weight – Live, 1972