Friday, September 28, 2012

Drunk on Old Music?

And now, what the threes of you who read this blog have sorta desperately been clamoring for: more half-assed content.  In an effort to switch it up a little bit, I decided it might be nice to do a second post each week, this one detailing an album I personally love that might not be quite as widespread in popularity as I believe it deserves to be.  Whether this becomes a weekly feature, a monthly feature, or the first and last post in this vein ever is still up in the air and will depend on a myriad of factors, including but not limited to how long this post takes to write, whether I can think of another album I'm interested in writing about, and whether or not there's anything good on TV to distract me from writing.  For now though, I'm excited about it: I enjoy bossing people around about what new music they should listen to and see no reason why that bossiness can't apply to albums released before January 2012.  The first one up is a classic in some circles and completely unknown in others, Guided by Voices' album Bee Thousand.

Album: Bee Thousand

Band: Guided by Voices

Year: 1994

Reason for all these headings followed by colons: It's easier to write than forming actual paragraphs

Background: Prior to Bee Thousand, Guided by Voices was less a band than a loose collection of dudes from Dayton, OH who since the early 80's would sometimes hang around then-37 year-old 4th grade teacher Robert Pollard and drink beer, occasionally playing one of the thousands of songs Pollard had written when he wasn't going over multiplication tables or reading Maniac Magee or teaching kids whatever else they were supposed to learn in fourth grade (I don't remember the years too well, honestly).  Their 1992 release Propeller, which only printed 500 copies, was actually supposed to be the final album for the "band" (again, really more of a fluid collective of musicians who Pollard apparently was nonstop hiring and firing), but the album somehow was able to garner buzz outside of Dayton (as everyone in the entertainment industry says: first you conquer Dayton, then the entire world), showing up on the college radio circuit.  This increase in popularity also helped forge a more regular lineup of Pollard, Tobin Sprout and Mitch Mitchell on guitar, Greg Demos on bass, and Kevin Fennell on drums, which would eventually be referred to as the classic Guided by Voices lineup.  This lineup would release an album (Vampire on Titus) and two EPs in 1993 (Robert Pollard is nothing if not prolific), but it would be their next album that would take them to the next level.

Wonderful history lessons aside, reasons why this album stands out to me: Well, the history lesson is applicable in that there is something romantic to the idea of a bunch of part-time rockers in their late 30s gathering together to drink a lot of beer and mess around with instruments on home-recordings in their garages.  In 1994 it was extremely fashionable in music to appear both authentic and as if you did not give a fuck, and the idea of Guided by Voices as accidental rock stars fit neatly within that paradigm.

But none of that would matter, and I wouldn't listen to the album near as much as I do today, were it not for the fact that Robert Pollard simply was the best songwriter of the 90's.  Hugely influenced by a lot of British Invasion and garage rock bands that I personally love, the guy has an uncanny knack for writing a hook or melody that will stay in your head for days.  In addition to that, as I mentioned before, Pollard is an incredibly prolific writer: Wikipedia says Pollard has written over 1500 songs, and just in 2012 he's released two Guided by Voices albums and a solo album.  Hummable melodies seemingly drip out of Pollard's head.

The other strength of Bee Thousand is ironically the one thing that likely kept Pollard's populist songwriting from finding a truly massive mainstream audience: the production and sequencing of the album.  Bee Thousand wasn't recorded in a studio, as several previous Guided by Voices albums had been; instead it was recorded on four-track recorders in the garages and basements of its members.  Additionally, the album consists of twenty short tracks (only one is longer than three minutes and many are between one and two minutes) that bleed into one another and were often recorded in only a few takes.

Though structuring the album in this way made it an important touchstone in the burgeoning lo-fi movement of the 90's (and the best of the bunch, in my opinion), I have to believe it was alienating for a lot of people used to clean production and three-plus minute verse-chorus-verse radio-friendly songs (they would ultimately get that album eight years later on 2002's excellent Isolation Drills, whose lack of mainstream success has always baffled me: I've played the song "Chasing Heather Crazy" for at least a dozen people, and every one of them has enjoyed it).  However, I think Bee Thousand's lo-fi trappings really elevate the entire album: to listen to it all in one sitting is to be exposed to a kaleidoscope of catchy power pop.  There are some rough spots - which keeps up the slacker, amateur, lo-fi ethos - but the short length of all the tracks means anything that doesn't connect with you won't be staying around for long.  And more than acting as a way of passing quickly by subpar material, the large number of short tracks helps craft the image of Pollard as a songwriter who actually has too many good songs: he'll write a hook that I would happily listen to twenty more times, only to completely change gears a minute later to something else I would happily listen to twenty more times (I guess that's what the repeat track setting is for).  The guy knows how to come up with catchy moments.

Selections: Though I heartily recommend listening to the entirety of the album, if I'm going to boil it down to the best tracks to sample, these would be the ones I'd choose (oh, and I recommend listening to the album on headphones: the recording style takes some getting used to and I think translates a little better to headphones):

Tractor Rape Chain
Echos Myron
Gold Star for Robot Boy
I am a Scientist

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

New Music Roundup, 9/25

Green Day - Uno

Initially, I would say this album was a return to form for Green Day, but upon further reflection, I'm not sure that's really the case.  For some reason, I've linked Green Day with bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers or Weezer, bands who have seemingly suffered a decrease in quality while bidding to stay relevant in today's music scene.  Green Day has undoubtedly managed to stay relevant - it's still weird to see them on the music-playing portions of the MTV empire (usually MTV2 around 2 in the morning) right next to Katy Perry and Lady GaGa - but I do question whether that sustained relevance came with a cost in quality.  Green Day's last album 21st Century Breakdown seemed a little underwhelming coming after American Idiot, but it still was a fairly solid album, and despite those two albums completing Green Day's transition from a snotty punk band to an arena rock band, the music never stopped sounding like Green Day, at least not to my ears.

All that said, their newest release Uno does seem to hearken back to pre-American Idiot days.  Billy Jo Armstrong's voice does sound a little overproduced on this album, but the majority of the songs are the kind of driving three chord punk songs that wouldn't seem out of place on Dookie or Insomniac.  We can debate whether at this point the band could write these types of songs in their sleep, but who cares about the difficulty of creation: the formula still works.

Selections
Nuclear Family
Let Yourself Go

Angel Blue


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

New Music Roundup 9/19

In honor of the veritable orgy of aural delights that was released yesterday, I'm not wearing any pants as I write this post.

alt-J - An Awesome Wave

I may be out on an island on this, but I absolutely love this arty, schizophrenic, occasionally just plain weird debut album from the British band alt-J.  It's difficult for me to describe their sound, and that's part of the appeal: though you hear traces of other indie or folk acts in different parts of their songs, alt-J has more or less managed to create a sound of their own, which is one of the highest compliments I can give a debut album.  This band manages to accompany folky guitars and vocal harmonies with off-kilter polyrhythmic beats that sparkle at times, bounce at times, and rock at times.  Over all this the lead singer Joe Newman gives what I will call a quirkily affected vocal performance, singing out of the back of his throat in a way that reminded me several times of the lead singer of System of a Down.  People's mileage may vary on the guy's voice, but unlike some other bad indie singers - the guy from Clap Your Hands Say Yeah comes to mind - it seems to be an intentional effort on the Newman's part: on a couple of the more straightforward songs, he sounds perfectly normal.

Anyway, this is my favorite album of a week filled with some great music.  I will most definitely be tracking this band's career:

Selections:
Fitzpleasure

Dissolve Me

Breezeblocks


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

New Music Roundup 9/5

This week's post is pushed back a day because of Labor Day.  And, you know, laziness.

The Divine Fits - A Thing Called Divine Fits

A supergroup only under the loosest possible definition of the term, the Divine Fits combines Spoon's Britt Daniel with one of the guys from Wolf Parade and a drummer from some other band or something.  This albums to me sounds extremely similar to a Spoon album: were I interested in more than just recommending new music, I would wonder what exactly were the benefits of this side project versus Daniel just recording another Spoon album.

But fortunately, I am really only interested in whether the effort sounds good.  And if you like Spoon, as I do, you're bound to enjoy this album.  Despite the presence of a higher number of keyboards than on the usual Spoon album (the thing that makes this side project unique from Spoon perhaps?), this album is reminiscent of Spoon's more rock-oriented offerings: there's plenty of those patented spiky angular riffs that Spoon has become known for.  I'm still anxious for a proper Spoon release (and an honest attempt to follow up the populist leanings of Ga Ga Ga Ga, although perhaps that is a pipe dream), but this Divine Fits album is a good effort in its own right.

Selections
My Love is Real
Shivers
Like Ice Cream