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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.

planetsareblastedcoverFirst 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

blacksquarecoverDD/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

oohsLast 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.

“Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh” – Say Hi

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It’s often difficult to disassociate canonical artists from the bands that they left or dissolved.   Has anyone ever written about Frank Black without referring to him as “ex-Pixies front man” or reviewed a Morrisey solo record without mentioning Meat is Murder and gladioli?  (On a far less cool note, don’t try to tell me that there’s a single George Michael song better than “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go.”)  Happily, the genius of Ohio’s own Robert Pollard reaches far beyond Guided By Voices; his work with Boston Spaceships stands on it’s own.  If you’re one of the unlucky souls who’s never heard Bee Thousand, you’ll still love The Planets are Blasted.  It rocks without any regard for Mr. Pollard’s storied lineage.

Pollard’s long been regarded as both prolific and chameleonic; Boston Spaceships put out a well-received album a mere five moths ago, he released an album under his own name in January and there’s  a Circus Devils album set to drop in April.  Dude’s been busy.  Boston Spaceships are Pollard, handling the vocals and song-writing, Chris Slusarenko on guitars and bass and John Moen, of Decemberists fame, on drums.  Moen and Slusarenko are both top-notch.  Slusarenko’s bass-line in “UFO Love Letters” is a nice blast of semi-funk on a rock record and Moen’s energetic work keeps things solidly anchored throughout.  Pollard’s distinctive vocals are a treat across the record; he’s got a broad emotional range, moving from world-weary cajoling in the rocking opener “Canned Food Demons” to plaintive yearning in songs like “Lake of Fire” with an array of tones in between.

While there’s diversity on the record, the songs all work within set parameters; this is clearly a rock record, but the songs draw on different traditions and genres.  The result is an engaging topography, where songs are unique but recognizably similar.  “Big O Gets and Earful” relies on dark power chords and almost chanted vocals.  The next track on the album, “Catherine From Mid October,” incorporates some acoustic guitar and an almost lilting lyrical delivery.  This is a familiar sensation for long-time Pollard fans; his ability to write top-notch rock songs of many different stripes is one of his finest qualities.

The lyrics are consistently intriguing; there’s a lot of stuff that seems impenetrable, but the more accessible lyrics are often head-turners.  It’s the rare rock band that can get away with high-falutin’ verbiage like “I repudiate thee, thou venomous harpy.”  Boston Spaceships totally pull that one off, however, in the rocking stomper “Keep Me Down.”  It probably works because the song is direct and punchy with the exception of that line.  There’s a wailing guitar solo in the middle of the track and the big chords and incessant drumming wouldn’t be out of place on a classic rock station.  There are lots of other lines to love here.  When Pollard sings, “you supply my mind with pollution,” on “Dorothy’s a Planet,” it’s about halfway between admonition and celebration, which is pretty bad-ass.

There are songs on the album that sneak up on the listener a bit.  “Tattoo Mission,” the song that stands out as the one I can’t stop listening to, features a string trio and dueling guitar solo that both come out of nowhere.  Embarrassingly, the first time I listened, when the strings kicked in, I was startled, thinking Mrs. Citizen was blasting another song in another room.  It’s that element of surprise that makes this an album to come back to.  Once I wrapped my brain around those strings in “Tattoo Mission,” it became clear that they’re completely perfect.  When Kevin listened to the song, he described it as “the cat’s ass.”  I’m fairly certain that that’s a ringing endorsement.  It’s a song that’s worth the price of admission, a highlight amongst a slew of other great songs.  Boston Spaceships throw some curveballs, but they’re all over the plate.

We have a bit of an imagined personal connection to Robert Pollard here at citizendick.  It’s fairly well known that Mr. Pollard taught the fourth grade before Guided by Voices took off.  Both Kevin and I work in public education as well.  I acknowledge that we’re not creating anything here, merely commenting on the work of others, but the idea, embodied by Mr. Pollard, that one can pursue dreams outside of the workaday world is a powerful one.  I love my day job, but it’s cool to think that I can work beyond those constraints if I want to.  The new Boston Spaceships record is worth your time for a lot of reasons.  Primarily, it is awesome.  On a completely different note, it, and the broader work of Robert Pollard, inspires.