Archive for January, 2012
1/30/12
Turn Your Head Around
Porcelain Raft "Put Me To Sleep"
There's a moment just after the first chorus of this song when the sound of the track sort of wobbles, as if the entire track has been momentarily thrown off register. I really like this – there's a lot of good sonic details here, but I enjoy the way this deliberate interruption makes it so that the song's otherwise static rhythm isn't quite as lulling as it could be. After that point, you're just sorta waiting for other curveballs, with subverts the hazy, insomniac tone of the piece. Hearing a guy plead for sleep is a lot more poignant when the music accurately conveys the sound of being exhausted but too alert to slip into a dream state. Buy it from Amazon.1/27/12
Tell Me, Am I Glamourous?
Lana Del Rey "Without You"
The funny thing about Lana Del Rey's Born to Die is that after a while, it begins to sound like 15 rough drafts for a statement song in which she lays out all of her themes and tells you who she is. It's rare to come across an artist so eager to explain herself, but given the way the world has responded to her thus far, there probably isn't an artist alive who actually requires this much self-defense. But it gets very boring, and there are diminishing returns: I think that she is successful in setting up ideas and themes with genuine emotional resonance in "Born to Die," "Video Games" and "Without You," but for the most part, it's a plodding, overlong and repetitive record that, on a lyrical level, tells rather than shows. "Without You" sketches out the Lana Del Rey persona as well as the public's reaction to it. The lyrics sound like a parody of sad glamour: "Everything I want I have / Money, notoriety, rivieras / I even think I found God In the flash bulbs of your pretty camera / Pretty cameras, pretty cameras / Am I glamourous? / Tell me, am I glamourous?" She complicates this by bringing a messy love affair into the equation, which is sort of conflated with the public's desire to destroy its pretty celebrities. This is well-mined lyrical territory – Lady Gaga's first two albums were mostly about this, but were way more fun and humorous – but beyond Del Rey's own designs on attaining fame, there's something to this fantasy that resonates with normal folks. "Lana Del Rey" is a familiar archetype, but this tension of striving to please others and construct a pleasing identity for others - to "have it all" – is familiar to many people, most especially women. And our culture loves to tear down women, whether they are famous or not. Part of what makes Born to Die interesting – or problematic – is that the singer so fully inhabits the vapidity and passivity of the character that it's hard to tell if the artist is also vapid and passive. I'm willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and assume that this is indeed a character, and that she is attempting to write a critique of a certain lifestyle and point of view. It seems obvious to me that this is the case, even if there is quite a lot that Lizzie Grant and "Lana Del Rey" have in common, especially as she grows more famous and spends all her time living out that role. I do think a lot of the intensely negative response to LDR is the result of her often simplistic and sloppy way of creating this character – it's so easy to pick apart, so easy to assume the worst of it. As campy as this music can be, she doesn't give the listeners many "yes, I am definitely being ironic" cues, so it's easy to take it at face value and hear it as a deeply un-feminist record. More than that, I think the thing that really rubs people the wrong way is in how the songs, the videos, the project overall, convey a terrible desperation. This is where it is most difficult to tell the difference between Lizzie Grant and Lana Del Rey: Just as much as these songs are about people who are truly desperate for affection, attention and validation, the singer herself comes across as someone very awkwardly attempting to ingratiate herself with her audience. The best moments on Born to Die are squirm-inducing because of this - her faux-naif inflection on "I heard you like the bad girls / honey, is that true?" is the record's clear high water mark – but not everyone wants to squirm to their pop music. This is an uncomfortable record, but also one that is not entirely successful. It's hard to know exactly how to judge it, but I think I'm more favorable toward its best songs because I'm willing to feel a bit of empathy for both the singer and the character. I don't think this was an easy record to make, and I'm glad to see someone go this far out on a limb, even if it's sorta cravenly commercial in some ways. There are just far too many records that get applauded for taking zero risks, you know? Buy it from Amazon.1/26/12
I Waited So Long For Love
Perfume Genius "Hood"
"Hood" is an expression of a deep, consuming fear that one's partner will leave them if they ever truly knew them. It's a bit painful to hear because Mike Hadreas' lyrics and performance are so raw and direct, but it's beautiful mainly because you can hear him resisting this anxiety, and struggling to have faith in the notion of unconditional love. Or, maybe, trying to come to terms with the possibility that his lover might not think there is anything wrong with him at all. Pre-order it from Amazon.1/25/12
Run Ahead And Blindly Shoot
Wire "Clay" (Black Session Version)
The original studio recording of "Clay" from last year's Red Barked Tree was fine, but a bit pinched and stiff, with production that seemed a bit dated – too late 90s, maybe? I can't exactly place it, but it's the sound of bad computers. This live recording from the band's Black Session LP is drastically superior. The tone of the song is just the same, but the performance benefits from a slightly more slack physicality. One could never describe Wire as a loose band, but unlike the studio recording, all the parts in this version sound like they come from the movements of human arms and legs. And yes, pretty much all music is the result of the human body in motion, but the best of it in some way communicates that to the listener. The attack of a chord, the hit of a drum, the seconds it takes to move from one chord to another. We're listening to that abstraction of physicality to rhythm and melody; it's part of how we connect to it. We're always trying to find people on the other end of songs. Not all of the live versions on Black Sessions are improvements upon the originals – Colin Newman has some trouble hitting his notes in the classic "Map Ref. 41ºN 93ºW," and generally sounds less engaged when singing the older numbers – but it's still an impressive document of a remarkably consistent band that has long since settled into a clearly defined aesthetic. Buy it from Wire.1/24/12
Silhouettes With No Regrets
Chairlift @ Bowery Ballroom 1/23/2012
Sidewalk Safari / Le Flying Saucer Hat / Take It Out On Me / Wrong Opinion / Ghost Tonight / Cool As A Fire / Planet Health / Met Before / Frigid Spring / Guilty As Charged / I Belong In Your Arms // Evident Utensil / Amanaemonesia
I reviewed Chairlift's wonderful new album Something for Pitchfork. Here are some thoughts on this performance.





