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Saturday, 11 February 2012 16:10

Paul McCartney: Kisses On The Bottom

Published in Album Reviews Written by Nicholas Moffitt

McCartney is a legend. He is clearly one of the greatest pop musicians of all time. It is impressive at the very least that he is making new music at his age. He doesn’t have anything to prove but he’s Paul McCartney and will probably be making music until the day he dies.

 

Going into his new album a listener has to know what to expect. If you’re expecting The Beatles, The Wings or anything similar to his 2007 solo release Memory Almost Full you’re going to be caught off guard. This album is mostly covers of hits from the Great American Songbook, classic tunes made popular in the 1930s-1950s. McCartney has said his inspiration was to recreate songs his father used to play on the piano; he wanted to recreate the moments of his family gathered around and singing together.

 

It's kind of an indulgent idea, but, like I said, he is Paul McCartney and can do whatever he likes with his career.

 

As an album it sounds great. He recruited Grammy award winning producer Tommy LiPuma to pinpoint the exact old time feel McCartney was looking for. These songs sound like they could have been recorded in the 30s with the only clarifying differentiation being McCartney’s signature vocals. Legendary jazz musician Diana Krall and her band played most of the music on the album. They kept the tone sublime and downbeat. The bass is loose but eloquently heavy, driving most of the songs. The drums are tapped lightly with brushes making a piddle paddle similar to rain hitting the fresh snow.

 

This is smooth jazz. It is peaceful and intimate. It beckons the accompaniment of a lounge and a glass of red wine.

 

The best song is McCartney’s original “My Valentine”. While it was produced with the same style as the rest of the album it has a purely encapsulating loving-feeling about it. The guitar part is utterly beautiful, played by another great, Mr. Eric Clapton. The only other original features Stevie Wonder. Clearly Sir McCartney isn’t taking any chances here but at least he sets himself up for success.


Kisses On The Bottom is an album up to you. Do you want to accompany McCartney down memory lane? If you’re not familiar with the Great American Songbook it might be a fun ride. Sometimes when an artist you care about reaches out of his comfort zone and into another genre, even if you’re unfamiliar with the genre, it can worthy to follow him. In this case you might learn something about 1930s hits and you’ll be lead by the charming voice of Paul McCartney.

 

If this doesn’t sound interesting it is an easily avoidable album. Kisses On The Bottom isn’t going to blow any minds. This is a personally indulgent album McCartney recorded for himself and maybe as a Valentine’s gift for his new bride.

Saturday, 11 February 2012 10:40

Dr. Dog: Be the Void

Published in Album Reviews Written by Matt Rice

It’s getting more and more obvious to me that years, musically, are like the Star Trek movies: the odd numbered ones are the best. (I’m actually not a Star Trek fan at all; that’s just the best comparison I could come up with). For me, 2008 was a major year for music. M83, TV on the Radio, Portishead, and Vampire Weekend were the bands that helped me discover my love for new music after I’d spent two years obsessed with the British Invasion that had occurred thirty years before I was even born. So, to my disappointment, 2009 was a much lamer year. Everybody was clamoring for Animal Collective, Grizzly Bear, The xx, and Dirty Projectors. I didn’t like any of that, so I felt very alienated that year (although it did produce some music that I absolutely loved). Then, 2010 came along. Suddenly, I was into it again. I didn’t like My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy or Sir Lucious Left Foot at all, but between Robyn, Avi Buffalo, The Roots, and Love Is All, it was possibly the best year for music since I’ve been alive.

 

This incredible year was followed by (what else?) 2011. Once again, I just couldn’t get into it. I began working on my “1,001 greatest albums” project and, as the year went by, I began to wonder if any albums from that year were going to make it (some did). But before I knew it, the year was done and, within the first month of 2012, I was greeted by First Aid Kit’s The Lion’s Roar and the best album Leonard Cohen has put out since I’m Your Man. This is already looking like a great year in the making and, just to prove it, the year has forced me to make a fool out of myself.

 

In my review of The Lion’s Roar, I wondered how long it would take before an album would be able to top that on my best-of-the-year list. Two weeks. It took two weeks for an album to top it. Apparently, 2012 thought I was denying its awesome power, and decided to show me up. ‘I’ll show you,’ 2012 said. ‘Here’s Dr. Dog!’

 

Here is Dr. Dog with their seventh album, Be the Void. To be honest, I’d heard of Dr. Dog in the past, but I never really listened to them. I do this often, and I always end up wanting to hit myself in the head when it happens. In this band’s case, however, I may have done myself a favor by waiting until now to listen to them. While their older work is good, Be the Void is excellent. The first track, “Lonesome,” is as perfect as folky indie gets, and the album just gets better and better as it goes on. “How Long Must I Wait” is my favorite, a build-up song that pays in full with an incredible ending chant of the title phrase. Then, there’s “Vampire,” “Big Girl,” “Warrior Man.” Honestly, I love almost every song here, and I still enjoy the hell out of those that I don’t.

 

If there’s one band I would compare Dr. Dog to, it would be Foxy Shazam. They also released an album earlier this year, which I rather liked. Both bands share the same concept, paying tribute to old rock and roll without ignoring the fact that they are 21st century bands. However, I prefer Dr. Dog’s version of this sound, because they don’t seem as nostalgic. Foxy Shazam relies on their influences; every song seems to be saying, “Remember this? Weren’t those good times?” Dr. Dog hardly even seem to be aware of how ‘60s-reminiscent their music is; they just play their music and, if it sounds like a certain band or influenced by a certain era, so be it. As long as it sounds alright.

 

I learned three things from this album:

 

1. Always listen to any band that has the slightest chance of being good.

 

2. Eric Slick is one of the best indie drummers today, on par with Chris Tomson and Brian Chase.

 

3. Never challenge a year's greatness, because it will make you look like an idiot.

Saturday, 04 February 2012 17:24

Leonard Cohen: Old Ideas

Published in Album Reviews Written by Nicholas Moffitt

 

At 77 years old Leonard Cohen is a masterful elder. He’s been making music for 44 years and has released 12 studio albums. He spent five years isolated at a Buddhist retreat in the mid-90s and filed for bankruptcy in 2005 when a former manager screwed him out of all of his money. Not only is ‘Hallelujah’ one of the most covered songs of all time but he’s still touring and touching audiences around the world.

 

His new album Old Ideas sounds like a man at his Zen. It is dark and quiet, ominous but beautiful. It doesn’t sound like he trying to change the world but to express his experiences from the standpoint of an elder. He holds onto a closet beauty, a natural intelligence after being on the planet for 77 years and being an artist for most of that time.

 

When approaching Leonard Cohen, especially Old Ideas, you have to remember that he is a poet before he is a musician. While he triumphs through different styles and can make beautiful melodies, his lyrics come before anything else. On Old Ideas he uses different instruments on every song but every song has the same tone, sound, and mood. He goes through the banjo, the organ, a sliding guitar, the harmonica, a picking acoustic, and the viola but his passive, deep voice is the most prominent sound. Deepening the mood is a female choir who often back Cohen. They sound like angels perched above his shoulders bringing a grace from God.

 

Listening to Leonard Cohen’s new album is kind of like going to church. It is a dark musing on life’s oldest questions. Death, heartache, loneliness, and afterlife are all pondered through Cohen’s entire career, but on Old Ideas he sounds confident, at peace. On ‘Darkness’ he sings “I’ve got no future/I know my days are few/I thought the past would last me/but the darkness got that too” but he doesn’t sound anxious or ill at ease. He sounds like he is waiting for his time to move on. He doesn’t know when it is but he will be ready when it comes.

 

But while he is still here he might as well be making beautiful music. On ‘Anyhow’ you can imagine Cohen sitting in a lounge reflecting on a long lost lover. With a slow piano and soft shakers he moans, “I know it really is a pity/the way you treat me now/I know you can’t forgive me/But forgive me anyhow”.

 

When I was first introduced to Cohen someone described him as Canadian’s Bob Dylan. While the two have similar lengths in their careers, the dispatch of their personalities couldn’t be more different. Dylan is crazier, always eager to change his style and with that his persona. Cohen is calm, instead of deliberately changing his style he deepens it and with that his personality. They are similar because they often ponder life’s deepest questions. While Dylan shows a variety of experiences, Cohen shows a humble wiseness.

 

When Rolling Stone asked Cohen about the name Old Ideas Cohen explains, “It was the old ideas, old – you might even say unresolved – ideas that are wracking around in my brain.” Old Ideas is a meditation from an old soul who still doesn’t know the answers but has all of the questions.

Saturday, 04 February 2012 11:55

Lana Del Rey: Born to Die

Published in Album Reviews Written by Matt Rice
Well, I chose to give Lana a shot, and she failed me. Too bad, I guess. I stuck up for her, even though I hated her music. Sure, “Video Games” was incredibly overrated. Sure, she doesn’t have a personality up to par with other indie girls like Kim Gordon, Merrill Garbus, and Karen O. Sure, she looks like a fucking Barbie doll. But when her Saturday Night Live performance was panned with enough fury to warrant a Yahoo News article, I found myself defending her.
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She was a little stiff, yes, but the worst performance in SNL history? Seriously? The Backstreet Boys are more deserving of the title just for having been on SNL and being the Backstreet Boys. This was obviously just the hype backfiring. “Video Games” was one of the most acclaimed debut singles in a long time and, with her album’s release date moving closer, of course she was going to be criticized. That’s what happens when an artist is spectated as closely as she was. So, when Born to Die was released, my curiosity alone gave me a reason to listen to it. When the first track began, however, I was shocked: it sounded like “Video Games.”
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This record should be taglined: “You liked ‘Video Games,’ right? Well, here it is, twelve times in a row!” And, I’m sure that’s great, if you liked “Video Games.” I didn’t; I found it boring, pretentious, and completely one-note. It was intended to showcase Del Rey’s “sexy” femme fatale-esque voice. The problem was that her voice wasn’t sexy; at least to me it wasn’t, so the song failed to move me, or make me think, or even make me nod my head. It was just there.
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But, you should never judge an album by its first single. So, does the rest of the album have anything to offer? No. Not at all. The instrumentation changes from song to song but, for the most part, the whole album is just Lana Del Rey doing the same thing over and over again, amidst layers of orchestration that becomes very unnerving as the album goes on. By the end of the album, Lana Del Rey doesn’t seem any more interesting than she was in the beginning. I would only recommend you listen to this album if you really liked “Video Games.” Even then, I’d suggest just skipping it. One day, when you’re capable of remembering a time when this shtick was fresh, you’ll thank me.
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I like my pop artists like I like my coffee: capable of keeping me awake. Lana Del Rey is decaf.
Friday, 03 February 2012 09:10

Bill Callahan: Apocalypse

Published in Album Reviews Written by Drew Winchur
Depending on your previous experience with Bill Callahan, his 2011 album Apocalypse might underwhelm you on first listen. All but one of these seven new songs are over five minutes long, with many (“Universal Applicant” springing immediately to mind) settling early into a mid-tempo holding pattern that can feel aimless and plodding. Gone is the lush instrumentation of 2009’s Sometimes I Wish We Were an Eagle, leaving Callahan’s guitar picking front and centre, supplemented only occasionally by tasteful flute or piano solos. In stark contrast to that album’s sense of grandeur and poetic urgency, Apocalypse is a decidedly relaxed and meditative affair. The narrators of these songs are almost always passive, and repeated reference is made to the acts of listening, watching and remembering (on “Riding for the Feeling,” Callahan solemnly intones, “With the TV on mute/I'm listening back to the tapes.”).
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If there is one exception to this mood, it would definitely be the album’s opener, with its charging tempo and thundering vocals. Here, Callahan sings from the point of view of a cattle driver and the landscape he paints comes straight out of cowboy mythology. But the lyrics to “Drover” betray a distinctly idiosyncratic ambition. Although the narrator opens with a fierce show of loyalty to his cattle, by the song’s end he is admitting, “I am in the end a drover/A drover by trade/When my cattle turns on me/I am a drover, double fold.” There is an epiphanic quality to these lines, a sense that this character has only just discovered his true role, and is seeing himself clearly for the very first time. A quiet sense of ambiguity and quiet rumination, which will colour so many of the songs on Apocalypse, makes its first appearance here.
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It should be said, however, that Callahan is far too experienced a songwriter to cultivate ambiguity merely for its own sake. “All of the thinking” in these songs (to borrow a line from 2007’s Woke on a Whaleheart) leads to some wonderful poetic insights. Over “Drover”’s booming chorus — where you might expect to hear about prairie fires, or straggler picked off with a rifle — Callahan sings beautifully about the speaker’s conflicted experiences:
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One thing about this wild, wild country
It takes a strong, strong
It breaks a strong, strong mind
And anything less, anything less
Makes me feel like I'm wasting my time
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There is a profound maturity invested in these lines: we sense immediately that such an opinion could not have been reached easily or quickly. To speak these lines is to already possess a full back story, one in which the meaning of "this wild country" became clear only gradually, pieced together as it was out of many contradictions.
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The sense of loneliness and melancholy only hinted at in this passage come into full view on “Baby’s Breath,” which concerns an old man reflecting on a life filled with failure and disappointment. Once again, the lyrics are quietly powerful, and boast some wonderfully complex imagery, such as the following:
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I'd cut a clearing in the land
[…] for a little bed
For her to cry comfortable in
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Each stanza begins as a fond memory, which the narrator then probes to reveal a hidden (and usually unexpected) dimension of failure and decay. In contrast to “Drover,” however, the song’s arrangement is muted and spare, with the same guitar signatures repeating over and over, ad nauseum. Largely for this reason, it can take until the third or fourth listen before you realize what the band is up to. The narrative arc of the lyrics is in fact brilliantly heightened and echoed in the repeating bass and guitar lines: after propelling us quickly through the first few bars, the instruments gradually lose momentum, before spluttering to a stop by the end of the verse. Callahan’s guitar bridge then takes over, and loops us back to the beginning of the original signature, as well as forward to the next stanza. Each time, the narrator’s hope of rediscovering the past is rendered palpably desperate, before being dashed brutally.
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On “Free’s”, the spare instrumentation is put to an entirely different cause, but to equally impressive effect. Set against Callahan’s heavy-hearted ruminations on freedom (which, as usual, are sung in his dark and austere baritone), Jonathan Meiburg’s light piano flourishes create a terrific contrast. Where the singer can only describe the pitfalls and hazards of attaining freedom, Meiburg’s bold and adventurous playing is freedom itself, perfectly symbolizing the self’s tantalizing separation from its ideal.
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For all these reasons and many more, Apocalypse is a record that both demands and rewards multiple listens. For each lyric, the singer and his band have created a rich instrumental counterpoint that sounds misleadingly simple. Nothing here is likely to set the charts on fire, and few people are going to find comfort or reassurance in a song cycle so overtly ambivalent and opaque. Still, it would be quite a stretch to call the album difficult or experimental; the only real obstacle to “getting” these songs would be the listener’s own impatience with considering their nuances. For those who are willing to invest the time, Apocalypse has something great to offer: mature and honest communication with a brilliant singer-songwriter, who is at the very top of his game.

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