June 12, 2005

The Cure reissues

The Cure - Faith reissue alt cover

Rhino has released reissues of The Cure's "Seventeen Seconds", "Faith", and "Pornography". Each releases features the original album remastered on one CD with home demos, studio out-takes, and live recordings on the second CD. Needless to say I snapped them up. The bonus material on "Pornography" is outstanding. The home demos have cleaned up nicely and it feels as though your sitting on a practice session complete with the poor drum sound and miscellaneous rattling one gets while recording in a practice space. The stand out track across all three though is the studio out take of "Primary" from "Faith". The pace is slowed down, the echo on the voice increased, and there is a keyboard part that mimics the bass but adds a nifty melody. It sound down right cheery next to the final recording. It could have been a hit in its own right and it is well worth the price of admission.

My favorite tracks on "Pornography" are "All Mine", a sliver of which is found in the "Standing on the Beach" video release, and "Temptation 2" which acts to bridge the gap from "Faith" to this record. In fact, hearing the home demos and knowing that they sought out the producer of the Psychedelic Fur's "Talk Talk Talk" for the drum sound helps one understand how "Pornography" developed. For me it explains the why and where for of a critical part of the band's career. Oh, and some significant drug abuse I suppose adds an element here and there but, the impact is hard to quantify.

The fidelity of the live material across all three CDs is surprisingly good considering they were not the major act they are today. The band obviously had someone tending to the archives from the start. The liner notes add some interesting tidbits that I wasn't aware of (or perhaps have forgotten since I haven't been an expert on the band since I was 18). Robert Smith recorded the demos for "Seventeen Seconds" using only the family's organ and his guitar, plugging the guitar directly into the organ and using the built in drum machine. That's one way to go minimal.

All in all I'd say these releases are worth the cost if you are a fan, don't own these fabulous records already, or want to hear some more from a brilliant period in a seminal band's career.

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March 28, 2005

Too much sympathy

SF Weekly ran a piece last week detailing what it takes to release yourself some indie rock. "No Sympathy for the Demo" is a primer for how to take your music to the masses. While the article is full of solid advice I found it a bit too optimistic. Chances are you cannot afford to have your music heard. Even if you are willing to deal with the credit card debt you need to hope that one of the ten or less CDs that someone purchases this year is going to be yours. Well, I'm doing my part by regularly forking over a chunk of my paycheck to Amoeba but it's not exactly balancing out the numbers.

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March 21, 2005

The Letters of Gary Benchley, Rock Star

The Morning News is running an interesting series of letters entitled: The Letters of Gary Benchley, Rock Star. Mr. Benchley writes about what it is like to try and find a label, recording for the first time, Oblique Strategies, fantasizing about Cat Power, speaking with Wayne Coyne, and receiving head as payment for rent. Some (all?) of this is fiction and it is difficult to know what to believe and what not to but that is clearly part of the fun. I could share some stories about housing band mates in closets but every band has similar stories and mostly they are only amusing to those who were present. And then they already know those stories.

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March 13, 2005

New chickfactor online

Gail has posted the latest issue of Chickfactor online. If you are not familiar with Chickfactor well then I don't particularly know where to start but, safe to say you should get familiar. If you like relatively obscure artists writing about other relatively obscure artists or want to know what the indie guys and gals think is shit hot at the moment then Chickfactor is the place. Gail is super cool and you'd be lucky to know her.

Anyway, this online issue (the internet is the zine of the naughts so don't sweat it) features a boat-load of music reviews from Daniel Handler. Mr. Handler had K. and I rolling when we saw him here interviewing Mr. Eggers. Here is a sampling of the lines that I appreciated:

- "if you like your ambient music busy and nonelectronic—that is, if you don't like ambient music—you might like this."
- "oh ms. lennox, dear me, dear me, dear me."
- "even gloomy mr. snicket wishes that the divine comedy would slap these chaps across the face with a velvet glove, drag them over to the stereo and play them some otis redding."

It is hard to do the funniest reviews justice with just a small quote but, you get the idea. I haven't enjoyed a guest contributor (let's hope he does more) so much since Stephin Merritt's one line review of the horrible 90's band S*M*A*S*H: "S*H*I*T sandwich.". Priceless.

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February 27, 2005

The Fearless Freaks: Flaming Lips documentary

"My Life with the Fearless Freaks" is a new documentary by Bradley Beesley about the Flaming Lips which was screened for the first time at the Castro Theater as a part of the Noise Pop festival currently underway here in San Francisco. Beesley grew up around the Flaming Lips, has helped create some of their music videos, and is acting as Director of Photography on Wayne Coyne's "Christmas on Mars" movie. Beesley has access to family members, amazing archival footage shot by one of Wayne's many brothers and lone sister (it was difficult to keep count of the brothers, I think there are 5 or 6), and intensely personal moments.

Beesley answered questions after the screening and was understandably a bit apprehensive since this was the first time he had seen it with an audience larger than three people. He has nothing to worry about as the film will please Lips fans and indoctrinate those new to the band. While the film is a little long, this is a band with a lot of history to cover and one that has done many notable things. Sadly, there are a few moments that are not captured but Beesley wanted to focus more on the Lips recounting fascinating epiphanies more than the band's recorded output. He is wise to have done that because the two most outstanding scenes have little to do with the band and more to do with the shape of the lives of Wayne, Stephen, and Michael.

The first outstanding, and hilarious, scene has Wayne Coyne reenacting a robbery he endured as a teen while working at the Long John Silver's where he was employed for eleven years. The reenactment takes place in a Vietnamese restaurant that now inhabits the former LJS building. Wayne enlists what appear to be the owner's children to play the essential roles of cashier and Wayne himself. Wayne plays the robbers complete with swearing. Maybe the young Vietnamese kids don't understand certain more colorful English that well. Either way it is side-splitting and even though Wayne is only coercing children it is plan to see that he is a master persuader. People go along with his plans.

The second remarkable scene is an appropriately bleak look at drug addiction. Stephen Drodz was at the tail end of a 5 year long heroin addiction during the recording of "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots". Beesley captures Drodz discussing his addiction, how it is actively ruining his life, and then stays on him as he cooks up, turns away briefly as he shoots up (it takes him some time to find a vein), and then continues as he describes the resulting high. Drodz's family has a history of suicide and to hear Coyne and Drodz candidly talking about the possibility of Drodz not being alive in the near future.

Drodz has done an impressive job of hiding his suffering during the band's recent success. It is heart wrenching footage and while some will find it difficult to watch it is certainly going to set the documentary apart from other band bios. It is rare to find a documentary about a significant band that has so much insight into what has made them tick as a band and as people.

There were a few omissions that I wish could have been handled. First, I would have liked to hear more about the band's shifts in direction. From the psychedelic noise rock of the early years came a the first shift towards a more approachable sound with "Hit to Death in the Future Head". This record isn't really mentioned and the turning point that is highlighted is the success of the "She Don't Use Jelly" single. While it is undeniably true that the single catapulted the Lips in front of new fans their sound had already evolved with their previous record.

Secondly, it would have been great to see the band recording in the studio and some discussion of how they put together their recent symphonic releases. As a musician I find the process of recording endlessly fascinating. I have to admit I'm being a bit selfish and perhaps such information would be better suited to a run down by Dave Friedman in an internet article (have to go looking back through my Tape Op magazines).

Finally, the concerts the Lips performed where audience members were given walkman FM radios so they could listen in to a broadcast of the live performance were not mentioned in the film. Thankfully there is footage of the more significant happenings that Wayne orchestrated leading up to the Zaireeka 4-cd set.

These are minor detractions to an otherwise fantastic film. Beesley has done a great service to Lips fans everywhere. "Fearless Freaks" is to be released on DVD in March by Shout Factory. It will also be showing at various film and music festivals. If you get a chance to see it, take that chance. You won't be disappointed.

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February 13, 2005

This one is not like the others

M.I.A. Galang cover

RanjaniG posted a few days back on Cool Hunting about M.I.A.'s Galang video. Good on him. Mike turned me on to M.I.A., who is not the only female M.I.A. around nor the only MIA in history. Popular name, no? But this M.I.A. is not like the others.

Ranjani is dead on with his critique of her music. It has all of the potential of World Music and the production values of modern hip-hip and electronic music (ok, electro) with none of the baggage of any of those genres. The truly innovative tracks have this trait. The first listen and it sounds totally new. A few more listens and you can pick out the elements but they haven't been concocted like this before. Usually makes you regret not thinking of it yourself.

The video is excellent. I'm mean, come on, grass covered tanks! And those outfits. My.

I'm sure Simon Reynolds and crew went crazy for this but unfortunately, no search on ye' old bliss out blog. That is a shame because every time I go there it opens my head up.

Anyway, you can check out the video at xlrecordings. I'd about shit myself if I saw this on M.T.V. In fact, while I was home sick on and off for the past two weeks I tried to find a video music channel. Apparently even MTV2 is no longer for videos. What the hell is wrong with those people? And where is the upstart video channel to knock things into order?

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January 22, 2005

My favorite music from 2004

Best singles of 2004

Honorable metion

Disclaimer: I've linked all of these releases to amazon.com out of laziness which is horrifically lame on my part. Running an independent music label I am all too aware of how undervalued independence is, especially in the music industry. So, please make an effort to purchase these releases from your local music store. Or online try ToneVendor or Other Music.

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October 24, 2004

Interpol, the new Ropers

All the time, the RopersI am increasingly convinced that Interpol is just Matador making up for passing by the Ropers. If you like Interpol you owe it to yourself to seek out the Roper's releases on Slumberland. What can you expect? Interpol about 10 years earlier.

I think the main connection between the Ropers and Interpol is the vocal delivery. The Ropers' Doug Bailey is one of the best, unheralded non-singers. One day I'll provide a disertation on the non-singer theory developed by one Dan Searing but, here is a brief.

The non-singer is not someone who lacks the ability to sing. The non-singer simply sounds great whether they are trying to sing or not. Often the non-singer will bend the notes and thus the rules a bit in their favor singing in key, out of key and nearly in-key. The point is fans of the non-singer don't mind because the vocal delivery and performance is so captivating. Generally the non-singer picks a range they are comfortable with and sticks to it. Thus they manage to get a lot of milage through inflection and eschew vocal "dynamics". The polar opposite of the non-singer is the vocal acrobatics of Mariah Carrey and her ilk.

Perhaps some examples would help to elucidate my point. Lou Reed is a non-singer. Ian Curtis is a non-singer. Lawrence, of Felt, is in the Reed mold of non-singer. Thom Yorke to some extent is a non-singer in that he does more growling than singing and he certainly likes to linger around a note without every necessarily visiting it spot on. The singing through clenched teeth mode is a distinguishing characteristic of the non-singer best exemplified by Richard Butler of the Psychedelic Furs. Besides Butler, my favorite non-singer is Mark Dumais of Crash (a band that featured Kurt Ralsky pre-Ultra Vivid Scene). He swoons through the song with complete license to be as out of tune as he wants and his vocal performances are the most endearing element of Crash.

None of this is to say that non-singers cannot sing. I want to be perfectly clear on this. Everyone I mentioned can absolutely sing. The non-singer is merley a description of their singing style. No one in their right mind would try to claim that Radiohead's Thom Yorke can't sing. The inflammatory non-singer moniker was choosen to elicit a response certainly but mainly it helps to differentiate these artists from the machines that generate the glut of mainstream pop. The non-singer puts the emphasis on heart-felt delivery over the desire to hit every note perfectly.

I've left out some obvious non-singers (Bob Dylan, Frank Sinatra) because their impact on the indie pop music scene is not as dramatic as the artists I've mentioned above. All of this explanation leads to this point: the comparisions of Interpol lead singer Paul Banks to Joy Division's Ian Curtis are largely due to the non-singer element.

Interpol are certainly not as sparse or as overtly negative as Joy Division. In fact, their mix of minimal post-punk guitar work with interesting interplay, their dynamic song structures and melodies all remind me of . . . well, the Ropers.

Anyway, get on it. Interpol are the new Ropers.

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