You might have heard that all three Dicks are in town; James arrived in beautiful and historic Cleveland this afternoon, rolled over to Kevin’s house and we had the first face-to-face meeting of the minds in a good long while. Our friendly get together quickly devolved into a moderately truculent discussion of our favorite albums of the quickly passing year, with each of us vociferously defending our choices as the other two shot us down. (Somebody said something about avoiding triumvirates, right?) Happily, there’s something to be said for being forced to defend your opinions. Out of the dissension was birthed our first quarterly report, our well-reasoned (we think) look at 2009′s best so far. We’ve got three installments, starting now. We’ll be updating over the course of the day, so cancel your appointments and so forth.
First off for me is the album that’s most full of songs that I can’t seem to shake, Boston Spaceships’ The Planets are Blasted. The first five songs, packed into a scant thirteen minutes, are all pitch perfect, big hook rock songs. Robert Pollard distills the ideas in those tracks into two and a half minute concentrations of rock perfection. From the dramatic strings on “Tattoo Mission” to the chunky power chords on “Big O Gets and Earful” to the smart-guy lyrics of “Keep Me Down,” the beginning of the record is jam-packed with stuff to like. The rest of the album doesn’t slack off either. I’ve promised not to mention his prolific nature again, but with a catalog as voluminous as Pollard’s you’re forced to pick and choose your favorites. Happily, The Planets are Blasted is solid enough from top-to-bottom that you’re not forced to do that here.
“Big O Gets an Earful” – Boston Spaceships
DD/MM/YYYY was awesome live. Black Square is a great album, but I probably didn’t completely appreciate it until I saw it on stage. Songs that are great on the record (“Infinity Skull Cube,” “Digital Haircut,” “Birdtown”) were scorching live. The album, in large part, is about chaos and juxtaposed sound. Live, it’s more about the points where the band comes back together. They’ve got the sould of a jam band in the body of a noise rock outfit. The battling drums, filthy bass hook and angular vocals at the front end of “Infnity Skull Cube” might be my favorite 45 seconds of recorded material of the year. James claims that there are three or four albums this year that share a bloodline with DD/MM/YYYY. I don’t care; I sweat it out with these dudes in the Grog Shop, and they’ll always work that much better for me because of it.
“Infinity Skull Cube” – DD/MM/YYYY
Last up is Say Hi’s Oohs and Aahs. The thing that stands out here is the songwriting. Eric Elbogen is a sharp dude. “Maurine” and “Elouise,” in particular, are indicative of both a hyper-acute facility with words and an incisive ability to describe what things feel like. The narrator’s sense of complete despair in “Maurine” are both crisply delivered lyrically and a complete cultural universal. The music itself is also top notch; Elbogen plays everything and he’s dripping with talent. Taken as a whole, it’s a stellar album full of both admirable musicianship and killer lyrics. It’s a solid place for me to wrap up my contribution to the Quarterly Report, in that it sums up a lot of what I like about music in general. Give me clever words in front of intricately crafted tunes and I’m happy as a clam.









