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Best Coast – Boyfriend

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Despite the fact that you probably already know about them and that they aren't really my bag, I feel that we would be remiss to go on acting as though Best Coast doesn't exist. Their first full-length record hasn't even dropped, yet the duo has managed to take the Interwebs by storm over the last few months. I find this curious because in addition to being less-than-mediocre (IMO), they don't seem to have many fans in the world of critics and journalists either. Why everyone is talking about them anyway is beyond me. That said, it is difficult to write them off completely if for no other reason than their cultural significance at this particular moment. While it isn't something I would reach for under normal circumstances, I could definitely see myself jamming out to it while enjoying a cocktail (something fruity, this ain't whiskey drinkin' music) on a rooftop in Brooklyn. To draw the obvious comparison (partially because Beth is banging him), they sound like Wavves with a uterus. Hazy, beachy melodies with a pronounced punk influence and seemingly no regard for composition is what we are talking about here. Like I said, not really my thing, and it all comes off as just a bit self-indulgent to me, but certainly not without it's own little niche.

The aforementioned debut LP, called Crazy for You, is out 7/27 on Mexican Summer in the USA and Rough Trade in the UK.

Best Coast – Boyfriend

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Every January, the sitting American president comes before the American people and their duly elected legislative representatives and gives a report about the State of the Union. A combination of constitutional requirement, national tradition, and political posturing, these moments also provide us with a reliable annual marker for how things are going. Say what you will about the institution itself or the various men who have held it, but the regular meeting of the chief executive with the mass public’s representatives (and, through technology, indirectly with the people themselves) closes the democratic loop in an important and laudable way.

Unfortunately, we as indie rock writers are not so deliberate in the reports we make to you, our public, at least not when it comes to surveying the state of the union of Swedish pop. And this indictment is especially damning when we consider our failure to examine the progress being made in that most delightful of all sub-genres: the Swedish pop chanteuse.

So, as a way to make amends on behalf of all music writers everywhere AND take advantage of the fact that three particularly great albums have release dates this summer/fall within a short time of one another, I present to you the Citizen Dick First Annual (and likely Only Annual) State of Swedish Female Solo Pop report.

(Note: For those political science nerds out there, yes I am aware that new incumbent presidents actual make their speech in February, that it is in such a situation not a State of the Union but something different, and that the current traditions as we know them have only persisted since the early years of FDR’s presidency – but working all that into my intro, beyond just in this parenthetical aside, would’ve totally killed my hook.)

Thus, today you will be treated to a trio of micro-treatises on three excellent new albums out by Taken by Trees, Anna Ternheim, and Elin Palmer. All three lovely ladies are Swedish and all do the singer-songwriter thing, but listening to them one after another you get a great idea of the nuance (hopefully Michael Steele is reading this post) that differentiates each.

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Of the three subjects of this post, readers will almost certainly be most familiar with Taken By Trees, the nom de plume (or whatever nom you’d have as a musician) for Victoria Bergsman. Most of you likely first learned of Bergsman when she performed the duet on “Young Folks” on the Peter, Bjorn, and John Writer’s Block album in 2007 (though I believe the single was released in 2006). I know that’s where I first became utterly taken with her gentle, sorrowful yet enticing vocals. It turns out I’d had an album or two by The Concretes already in my possession (including 2006′s wonderful In Colour), but it wasn’t until googling her name after being so taken with her performance on Writer’s Block that I made the connection between the two. About the time I was beginning my reintroduction to her oeuvre, Bergsman made the decision to move forward to a new phase, leaving The Concretes and going solo.

After spending much of her early post-Concretes time being touted in Europe and North America, during which she released her first solo album, Bergsman made a surprising and either courageous or silly decision to go to Pakistan, soak up the social and artistic vibes, and record her second album.

East of Eden wastes no time showing this South Asian influence, with opening track “To Lose Someone” beginning with instrumentals that would not be out of place as the soundtrack to the opening credits of some post-9/11 Homeland Security procedural program. Eventually, Bergsman soothing vocals come in, singing a song that lyrically and, at least with respect to her contribution to the song, would not have been out of place on her more mainstream Swedish pop debut album, 2007′s Open Field.

Throughout the rest of the album, some songs have more Pakistani influence than others. For example, “Anna” is a mostly straight-forward track, while the album’s lead single, “Watch the Waves,” brings in a moderate local influence on the rhythm. Indeed, other than in patches, the album never seems to provide a true synthesis between Scandinavian pop and South Asian folk music, but rather seems to be a stripped-down version of the former with some over and under-dubs of the latter. Still, the sound works and, artistically speaking, marks a lot riskier production decision by Bergsman and her team than the obvious choice – another Bjorn Yttling-produced album of confection and semi-twee gloss.

Don’t get me wrong – when it comes to that style, few folks in the world rival Yttling’s chops in the studio and few voices work with the genre as well as Bergsman’s does. But she has the rest of her career to produce those albums and the fact that she chose to make this more ambitious project says a lot about her goals and instincts. I think we’ll be seeing a lot from Bergsman over the years to come and all of it will be interesting, even when she returns to the simple pop formula that helped to make her name and get our attention in the first place.

East of Eden will be released by Rough Trade Records on September 7th.

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anna ternheim leaving on a mayday

Of the three albums under review here, Anna Ternheim’s Leaving on a Mayday is the most straightforward and traditional, perhaps because unlike Bergsman, Ternheim did make the studio call to Bjorn Yttling. There are also some significant 90s chick adult-alternative cues, with Ternheim sounding reminiscent of Dido on several tracks (“What Have I Done,” “Let It Rain,” and “Terrified”) and Jewel on at least one other (“Damaged Ones”).

Like those previous generation references, Ternheim’s efforts are vocals-centric, and while each track has the requisite drum machine and strings work, both are consistently muted, with her voice always prized above the minimalistic accompaniment. Such an approach is not completely unusual with female singer-songwriters, but one really starts to recognize Ternheim’s confidence and swagger when you consider who it is playing along on these tracks that are being muted: occasional drummers like Sonic Youth’s Steve Shelley and renowned Swedish jazz drummer Fredrik Rundqvist, legendary session axe man Matt Sweeney, and others.

Much of Leaving On A Monday sounds like it all belongs on the same record, but on some particularly special tracks there are developments that take things to a unique level. The best example of this is “Summer Rain,” which at times reminds me (just a little bit) of Jimmy Buffett and a lot of Brent Knopf of Menomena’s new solo project under the name Ramona Falls. Considering Ramona Falls album, Intuit, is the yet unchallenged leader in my own personal race for Best Album of 2009, you won’t be surprised when I saw I wish I heard more tracks like “Summer Rain,” and less that remind me of post-break up mix tapes my college freshman year girlfriend would make me in 1996-1997. However, it must be noted, those tracks were on those tapes for a reason, which is why Anna Ternheim’s new album strikes me as a very good one indeed.

Anna Ternheim’s Leaving On A Mayday was released by Verve Forecast on August 11th. If you want to sample the goods before committing to a purchase, a few of the album’s tracks are streaming on Ternheim’s myspace page, which you can access here.

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elin palmer

Elin Palmer’s debut solo effort, Postcard, provides considerably more depth than the previous albums and may well be the best of the lot. An accomplished instrumentalist, Palmer is best known for bringing string and accordion work to other musician’s projects, including 16 Horsepower and M. Ward. On Postcard, Palmer still brings those instruments to the recording studio, but has her first opportunity to cultivate and express her own sound.

That sound is a dark one, what you might expect if Tracyanne Campbell became the live-in lover of David Eugene Edwards – more focus on romance than fire and brimstone, but still a fearfulness and anxiety to the record that the eclectic and old world selection of instruments only reinforces. There is a restrained desperation on this album that – especially on a track like “Paint” – makes me think of Trent Reznor’s unknown gypsy ancestry, while Waves is more reminiscent of Wovenhand-era Edwards.

The distance and dissonance between the singer and the listener only increases on the Swedish tracks (“Stora Stovlar” and “Duvardat”), and the final effect is much like a murky dream sequence where the dreamer is finding his way down cloudy passages, unsure of what is ahead and unable to go back, drawn by an enchanting if harrowing songstress that one hopes is merely sad and not the bearer of some straight Odysseus and the Sirens shit. Besides, if we were to stuff our ears with beeswax like Big O’s men did, we wouldn’t be able to hear this wonderful album.

Elin Palmer’s Postcard will be released on October 9th. In the meantime, check out her myspace page, where several tracks are streaming, here. Also be sure to hit up this fantastic study of her courtesy of the Rocky Mountain Independent (Palmer now makes her home in Denver).

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Taken by Trees – Watch the Waves

Anna Ternheim – What Have I Done

Anna Ternheim – What Have I Done (El Perro Del Mar remix)

Elin Palmer – Postcard

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Fanfarlo

Last weekend I took a road trip to eat some ribs at Montgomery Inn, a humdinger of a rib joint in my hometown of Cincinnati.  That’s a four hour drive down I-71 and, besides the sprawling capitol, Columbus, there are all sorts of rural nooks and crannies to get lost in.  Along the way, the lady friend and I decided to stop in rural Waynesville to mill around a huge flea market they’ve got in town.  We parked ourselves at a dusty diner just off the exit and, much to my shock, the old-school jukebox in the corner of the eatery wasn’t even plugged in.  Although it confused the bleach-blonde midwestern teenage servers, I plugged it in and found my favorite Talking Heads tune, “Road to Nowhere,” and played it twice through.  Take a pause for a second and picture this awkwardly juxtaposing moment.  David Byrne’s standard delivery and experimental brilliance paired with the traditionally cultureless blah of middle America.  I cocked my hat to the side and enjoyed the off-kilter reaction of both the patrons and employees.  At least for one second, good music entered their world and I swear I saw a toe or two tapping along.  Smiles all around.

In long summer month that just lapsed, I’m not sure if I’ve felt as “summery” as I did that morning in Waynesville.  There’s something about that lively David Byrne stuff that never ceases to lift me out of monotony.  Fanfarlo’s newest release, Reservoir, jerks the exact same vibe right out of me, and my new summer anthems will no doubt be found in the 11 tracks of complexity and tuneful auras.  Byrne’s trademark vocal delivery has been mimicked for years to relatively mediocre results up until Clap Your Hand Say Yeah nailed it in their earth rattling debut effort.  Somewhere in the mix, piles of mirror bands crept up on the scene like hooded ninjas at a garden party.  They’re everywhere these days and very rarely is the vibe recreated in any sort of honest and meaningful way.  In 2004, all I could do was spin CYHSY endlessly, and ultimately, it was my love for David Byrne that served as the catalyst for this.  Not since 2004 have I thoroughly enjoyed this type of sound, and I’m revved to put Fanfarlo squarely into my arsenal.  Unlike the waitresses in Waynesville, Ohio, Fanfarlo is a British act that listens to good music, and while the touches of Byrne and CYHSY are obvious from the start, Reservoir is also a mature stab at instrumentation and a statement that’ll hold water this year.

fanfarlo-reservoirThe album’s opener, “I’m a Pilot” sets time, pace, and stylistic standards with an immediate hybrid of stadium bleacher stomp sounds and controlled, dreamy vocal delivery.  There’s an uplifting aura that reminds us why we like indie music over mainstream regurgitation.  In parts of this track, it’s as if Okkervil River’s Will Sheff teamed up with Byrne to create a mega-track of well-arranged musicianship.  Many tracks include singer Simon Balthazar’s flourishes of classic stylistic nods.  “Drowning Men” is the album’s peak with a crushing synth driven bass line and huge choruses filled with reminders of 80′s Byrne and crew.  The track is emblazoned into listeners’ brains quickly and its string embossed outro is wispy sweet.  What’s important with Fanfarlo, however, is that Reservoir is inexplicably NOT ripping off anything.  It’s immediately admirable and honest.  Nothing’s overdone and the tracks are not hokey with pretension.  They swing for the fences artistically and emotionally with standards that work.  In much the same way, CYHSY or The Arcade Fire were extensions of their predecessors, rather than mimicry.  Likewise, Fanfarlo will immediately grab you as a mature band whose sound will endear itself to you regardless of influences.

All influences aside, Fanfarlo has arranged a beautiful soundscape here that’s incredibly powerful from top to bottom.  Tracks like “Comets” and “The Walls Are Coming Down” infuse all sorts of bells and whistles with instrumentation, from cinematic horn interludes, chiming triangles, orchestral strings, and classical guitars.  The former begins with Gaelic styled guitar work with more breathy and emotionally pining vocals.  A banshee-like singing saw warbles its way into the mix and volume and intensity is progressively raised to huge choruses and hooks big enough to plant an orchard inside.  The latter track is all about the epic horn fills, eerily reminiscent of the more tunefully Irish portions of Neutral Milk Hotel’s Aeroplane.  The Spanish inspired brass arrangement sends Reservoir far ahead of Talking Heads imposters and cookie-cutter Brit pop that’s so prevalent in today’s scene.  Fanfarlo is a breath of fresh air musically, even though there’s very little trickery.

From the subtly edgy guitar work on “Ghosts” to the bright and vivid synthesizer work on “Luna” and “Fire Escape,” Fanfarlo pronounces their talent all over Reservoir.  Underrated percussion elements blitz the background of each track and everything is where it should go.  If you’ve read a lot of my reviews, you’ll know I’m not averse to tried and true standards being rehashed, as long as something unique and talented separates the effort.  Reservoir jumps way outside of this simple premise and is well worth the purchase immediately.  Traveling to the rural underbelly of our state forced me to get the Talking Heads albums back out of my music graveyard.  I’ve even found myself blasting The Stand Ins from Okkervil River a ton this week.  As I keep bouncing back and forth between CYHSY, Byrne, and Sheff, I’ve thrown Fanfarlo into the mix and, in more cases than one, it holds its ground beautifully.  It won’t take long for you to get into the world they’ve created and make it your summer album, too. Unfortunately, we didn’t get this review out in enough time for you to snag the MP3 version of the album from their website (deal lasted until July 4), but on Monday the band will be launching a shop where you can obtain the CD, Vinyl, and all sorts of other goodies.  Enjoy “Luna,” posted below, as well as the video of “Harold T. Wilkins, Or How to Wait for a Very Long Time.”

Snag the album at the band’s website, www.fanfarlo.com starting Monday.  The proper release isn’t until September, so consider yourself in the know.

Fanfarlo – “Luna”

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It has been a crazy week here at Citizen Dick and around the world, chock full of special occasions and semi-holidays.  In case you haven’t been paying attention, we had the Snuggie Pub Crawl here in Chicago on Saturday, 4/20 on Monday (I’m not quite sure what this means myself, but I have been told it is a big deal in certain circles), Earth Day on Wednesday, The 25th birthday of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on Thursday (yeah, that one makes me feel a little bit old), and this whole week has been designated as Sparkle Week in NYC (no idea what that means, but I have been donning sequins all week in celebration anyway).  With so much going on lately, the idea of TGIF couldn’t be more accurate.  Although, for some of you, I’m sure that our weekly Hodge Podge column is reason for celebration in its own right, so maybe we should hold off on the relaxation for one more day and rejoice in a handful of kick-ass mp3’s to get the weekend started.  As our Turtle friends would say, “Cowabunga, dude!”

Clues album cover artAlthough they are yet to release a single album, Clues is a band that has been hyped in indie circles for nearly a year now.  Originally formed in 2007, performing a handful of clandestine shows in random Canadian venues, the band is the brainchild of Unicorns founder Alden Penner and Brendan Reed, formerly of Arcade Fire.  Given the pedigree of the primary members, the amount of buzz the band has generated should come as no surprise.  Unicorns has long been one of my favorite bands despite only being around for a short period of time, with their excellent 2003 release Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Gone? still in regular rotation on my iPod, and I think that the work of Arcade Fire speaks for itself.  When Unicorns disbanded back in 2005 a small part of me died, so the imminent release of Penner’s new project is of particular interest to me.  After being utterly let down by Islands, the side project from the other Unicorns founder Nicholas Thorburn, it was obvious that Penner was the brains behind the operation and heavy influence from previous Unicorns recordings is prevalent in the handful of Clues songs I have heard so far.  Earlier this week, the band’s label, Constellation Records, set the official release date for Clues’ debut self titled album for May 19th and made public two tracks from the album.  Both of those tracks are posted below and are oozing with all the eclectic lo-fi goodness that made Unicorns so amazing.  I suggest that all of you mark your calendars for 5/19 and snag this album right away; I have a feeling it is one you will not want to miss.

Clues – “Remember Severed Head”

Clues – “Perfect Fit”

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Wooden Shjips

Next up today is a band that I have only recently discovered, regardless of the fact that they have been together and putting out music since 2003.  Wooden Shjips is a San Francisco quartet that describes their sound as minimalist psych bop, which isn’t an inaccurate description by any means.  The group recently released their second album, appropriately titled Dos, on Holy Mountain records just a few days ago.  Containing only five tracks, the inclusion of a few mammoth jams stretches the length to just shy of 40 minutes, thus technically making Dos a proper long player.

The core of the band’s sound revolves heavily around fuzzed out guitars and barely-there vocals set to a backdrop of whirling rhythms that maintain their beat with the ferocity of a mountain lion.  In other words, the strength of Wooden Shjips lies in their ability to inject each track with heavy doses of furiously hypnotic repetition.  The result is a dark and primitive sound, void of any noticeable production sheen yet still seemingly polished.  And despite the glaring overtones of gloom and whirling repetition, you could easily get up and dance to this album.  Though since this record is obviously meant for folks who are way too cool for dancing, a bit of toe tapping and head nodding should work just fine instead.

Wooden Shjips – “Motorbike”

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Sparklehorse Mark LinkousToday’s vault track comes from Sparklehorse, the musical identity of multi-instrumentalist genius Mark Linkous.   As a pioneer in the do-it-yourself arena of indie music that has become increasingly popular today, Linkous has been making records under the Sparklehorse name since 1995.  Beyond his musical exploits, Linkous is also a bit of a modern marvel in and of himself, having actually been legally dead for a brief period of time back in 1996.  While touring with Radiohead in London in support of his debut album, he overdosed on a combination of anti-depressants, alcohol, and heroin, causing his heart to completely stop for several minutes and nearly leading to the loss of both of is legs.  Luckily, Linkous survived the scare with both legs intact and has continues to provide us with his unique brand of avant-garde electronically manipulated roots music.  The track “Comfort Me” comes from the 2001 release It’s a Wonderful Life, the first Sparklehorse record that was both written and recorded in its entirety while Linkous was clean and sober.  The song itself is an ideal embodiment of the Sparklehorse experience; beautiful yet broken, delicate yet rough, and uplifting yet drowned in pain.  As is typically the case with Linkous, the lyricism is poetically irreverent and performed in a voice that seems as fragile as the arrangements that accompany it.

Sparklehorse – “Comfort Me”

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There are a near infinite number of ways to stumble across new music.  Thinking about my favorite artists often makes me think about the first time I heard them.  I caught Ani DiFranco’s “Little Plastic Castle” on the radio on a Saturday morning, driving home from the laundromat.  The first time I really listened to The Who, I caught a ride home from my summer job with a kid who had Meaty, Beaty, Big and Bouncy in his cassette player.  I’d never heard of Medeski, Martin and Wood before I saw them open up for Morphine at Cleveland’s venerable Agora. No doubt you, dear reader, have as many little anecdotes for your own favorite acts.

Today’s twin bill album review, at first blush, might seem wildly inappropriate.  We’ve jammed a sensitive, acoustic singer-songwriter in with a collection of garage rock covers.  But, for us, Alela Diane and the Condo Fucks epitomize two of the classic ways to find new music: going to rock shows and hanging out with cool kids.  Alela Diane opened for Blitzen Trapper in Detroit last weekend.  We caught her and were hypnotized by her talent.  Condo Fucks, the erstwhile incarnation of Yo La Tengo, are the cool kids, showing us why it’s important to pay attention to Small Faces and Richard Hell.  Alela Diane is the hand of fate, guiding music lovers to rock shows; Condo Fucks are the tape deck, cranking out badass tunes that you should have heard before, but were too busy listening to ELO to notice.

rt-488Our first exposure to Diane’s music, as mentioned above, was the live show.  As such, the impressions many of the songs made at the show carried over as we listened to the album for the first time.  Happily, there’s no drop-off from the live stuff; the songs were powerful in person and that translates on record.  Alela Diane’s songs are little nuggets of folk perfection; her vocals are both  emotive and rangy, shifting from a smooth calming tone to a high warble as the content demands.  The instrumentation is lushly acoustic, with a diverse drum sound and broad spectrum of stringed instruments, including, among other things, occasional banjo and mandolin and  a prominently featured (and well-used) violin.

There are several standouts on the album.  “White as Diamonds” is a showcase for both Diane’s voice and that violin we mentioned above.  This song has an intensely homey feel; it could have been recorded in an Oregonian log cabin’s great room in front of a roaring fire, with snow visible through a hand-blown glass window and a hunting dog sleeping on a homespun rug.  The harmonies behind Diane’s voice are pitch perfect and the drumming is more up-front than the folk tag might suggest (we’re not saying that it’s Topper Headon back there, but it’s not just sissified brush strokes on a cymbal either).

Another clear highlight is the duet with Michael Hurley, “Age Old Blue.”  This was another point where the live act informed our ears; Diane’s father is a member of the touring band and I assumed that it was her father singing on this song before I read the liner notes.  It’s, essentially, a song about family, beginning with Diane’s crystalline voice intoning, “The sea beneath the cliff is the blue in my mother’s eyes that came from the blue in her mother’s eyes, thrown on down the line by our family who worked the fields on borrowed land above the ocean.”  This is when Hurley dives in, his grizzled voice contrasting perfectly with Dianes’s.  It’s an almost uncomfortably personal song, and it’s right in your ear; where some of the other songs have that living room sound, this one sounds like you’re standing in a closet with the band.  It’s a can’t miss song.

The album spreads out a bit as well; “The Ocean” (which killed live) hinges on a distinctly native American drum sound with a tweedly mandolin in the front.  “The Alder Tree” brings back that mandolin but almost moves in a march tempo, with what sounds to be a wood block in the chorus.  These tracks show that Alela Diane has more than one gear.  There’s not an electronic re-mix on the album, but it’s not a fifty minutes of monotony either.  Alela Diane comes with a fervent recommendation from us.  If you’re going to see Blitzen Trapper on their remaining dates, show up early and catch a treat.  We’ll bet that you’re walking out of the show with a copy of To Be Still tucked under your arm.

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“White as Diamonds” – Alela Diane

I feel a bit guilty for outing Condo Fucks as Yo La Tengo. (In fact, I’m worried that Matador is going to send over a team of indie rock ninjas to take out Citizen Dick’s servers and erase all record of both me and this review.  Matador, if you’re reading, I thought it would be cool because Brooklyn Vegan spilled the beans first; if you’re sending an elite strike team anywhere, it should be to them.)  My ethical concerns to the side, this album’s pedigree doesn’t have any bearing on my love for it; its dirty garage feel is cool as hell and works independently from any feeling you might have about the alt-gods that recorded it.  I’m in no position to assess the motives of Yo La Tengo, but I think the nom de guerre here might be to play up that notion of garage geniuses toiling in obscurity; it’s nice to imagine three dudes you don’t know banging out Beach Boys b-sides in one of their mom’s basements.  Condo Fucks are those guys.

Yo La Tengo’s encyclopedic repertoire of cover songs, highlighted on their annual visits to WFMU and on Murdering the Classics,  is legendary and this collection of covers does not disappoint.  They have a fantastic ear for picking songs that are both neglected by the masses and brilliant.  Be honest.  If I say “The Troggs,” you think “Wild Thing,” not “With a Girl Like You,” which is the song Condo Fucks cover.  I’d not heard the original, but the cover had me scrambling to the internet to find the original.  The background “bah-bah-bah”s, poking out beneath a layer of fuzz are strangely beautiful and the song’s theme of young love is touching.  My modern ears prefer the Condo Fucks’ version, but the importance of the track to modern music is, I think, what the album is trying to emphasize.  How many great (or mediocre) bands have emulated this sound?  How many of them credited The Troggs?

It’s this older brother quality of the album that is a large part of its appeal.  Condo Fucks are dragging the milk crate of records down to the rec room and cranking tunes, helping folks to discover great music.  Further, they’re offering a weird kind of time line of amazing songs and ideas.  Richard Hell and the Voidoids’ “The Kid With the Replaceable Head” follows that Troggs cut and it’s impossible not to hear the similarities.  It might be hard to draw that line if you’re not an honest-to-god rock journalist, but this album gives the average listener that insight.  (I don’t have a degree from Northwestern and I was able to connect the dots, so there you go.)  Even without this second layer of meaning, the songs rock. If you ignored the fact that these were covers, you’d still be grooving on the gritty solo in “Dog Meat” and nodding your head to the stoned surf rock of “Shut Down.”  Granted, it makes it that much more fun to know that those are Flamin’ Groovies and Beach Boys songs, respectively, but Condo Fucks pump enough energy and authenticity into the album that it almost doesn’t matter.

There are eight seconds on this record that epitimoze why it’s so easy to love.  The band launches into the killer riff that starts Clifford T. Ward’s “So Easy Baby,” before someone says, “let’s try that one more time.”  Tape keeps rolling, the band stops and starts right back up, crushing the rest of the song.  This is a record in the most traditional sense, a document of people making music, warts and all.  It’s 33 minutes of stomping fun and I’d wager that it was recorded in  less than a week.  There are no fancy over-dubs here.  Given that, it still sounds great, in the way that a dirty mutt with a flea bitten hide and chewed ears is cute.

We’ve got a track below and underneath that, the Small Faces’ original version.  Listen in whatever order you want, but know that when this album drops on March 10, you’ll be crawling the internet looking for the originals of all these tracks.  Buy this album and reserve an afternoon.

What’cha Gonna Do About It” – Condo Fucks

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