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9/30/04

Close Your Eyes And Think Of This

Petra Haden “Armenia City In The Sky” – This is a selection from Haden’s unreleased a cappella cover of the entirety of The Who’s The Who Sell Out. Haden recorded all of the vocals by herself, reinterpreting the sound of the original’s guitars, percussion, and electronic buzzes and drones as vocal parts, resulting in a track which sounds like a psychedelic glee club. If you would like to hear more from this project, three other songs from the record are preserved in real audio as part of this episode of Irwin Chusid’s Gender Bias.

Sandra Lou “Le Banana Split”– This is a fairly straight cover of the Lio classic, but recorded in such a way as to make the intensely peppy original seem sluggish and anemic in comparison. I’ve had a lot of trouble finding information about Sandra Lou in English, so if you happen to know anything about her or this record, feel free to pass it along in the comments box. (Click here to buy it from Amazon Germany.)

9/29/04

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

Luomo & Raz O’Hara “Running Away” – On this new single, Luomo and Raz O’Hara jack the bassline from “Smooth Criminal” (and “Billie Jean” on the b-side) and use it as the foundation for an entirely new song. It’s interesting how after a minute or so, I barely notice the familiar melody underneath, as the song takes on a life and mood of its own, separate from the context of Michael Jackson. As one might expect from Luomo, there’s a cool, clean, icy sound to this track; far more smooth than criminal. (Click here to buy it from Juno.)

Saicobab “Death Valley 69” – This was recorded by Yoshimi of the Boredoms for the recent Confuse Yr Idols Sonic Youth tribute album on the Narnack label. It’s quite an interesting version of the song, as it transposes all of the guitar parts to the sitar, which suits the song’s hippies-gone-evil subtext. Yoshimi sings all of Thurston’s lines through a severe vocoder, rendering those parts nearly incomprehensible and totally inhuman. This cover version evokes a lot of the same feelings of dread and imminent doom that the original conveyed, but it’s almost as though instead of the Manson family playing the role of the villain, it’s some disturbingly mellow android. (Click here to buy it from Narnack Records.)

9/28/04

A Geometric Grid Of Little Squares

Kahimi Karie “What Are You Wearing?” – I wish that I could come up with a clever, catchy word that would be the cutesy Japanese hipster girl equivalent of Blaxploitation, because that would be the name of the subgenre for a song like this. Not surprisingly, this is the work of Momus, who might be indie rock’s leading Asian fetishist aside from Rivers Cuomo. The strange thing about this song is that in spite of itself, it doesn’t sound very Japanese, mostly due to Karie’s bizarre singing voice, which sounds like Elmo approximating a chanteuse. This is not exactly a turn-on for me, but if you’re at all creepy, it should seem pretty hott. (Click here to buy it from Amazon.)

The Concretes “Chico (Avalanches’ “Wernham Hogg” remix)” – I’m not sure what this remix might have to do with The Office, but it is rather outstanding as it manages to mix together at least seven different genres of loveliness into four minutes while keeping the source material very recognizable. I don’t care what comes first – more Avalanches remixes or a new Avalanches LP – but more, please. (Click here to buy it from Rough Trade.)



Elsewhere: John Tofu Hut and Oliver Soul Sides combine like Voltron, and the Soul Hut is born!

For FF fans: Eppy has posted his analysis of “My Dog Was Lost But Now He’s Found”, this time including mp3s of the SBN demo version and the Eleanor solo acoustic recording from East Village Radio along with his notes and observations.

Also: If you happen to be 1) in NYC on October 15th 2) registered for CMJ and 3) available at noon (that should narrow the list down to maybe three people reading this, tops), please come visit the Press Play: Rediscovering Music Journalism Online panel, which will feature Mark Willet, Scott Plagenhoef, and myself along with Sub Pop’s director of publicity Steve Manning and SPIN’s Will Hermes as the moderator.

9/27/04

Put My Head Down, Crumple My Paper

Wu-Tang Clan “Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing Ta F’ Wit/Shame On A Nigga (live in San Bernardino, July 17, 2004) – This is a selection from the new Wu-Tang Clan live album which was recorded at a rare one-off show featuring all nine members of the Clan (plus Cappadonna) in California over the summer. It’s exactly what I always suspected a Wu show would be like – shambolic but energetic, intense but fun. The setlist is absolutely brilliant – the majority of Enter The 36 Chambers is included, mostly played at the start of the show, with well-selected highlights from the three other Wu albums, plus classic material from the various solo records. They waste little time on stage, jumping from song to song and skipping verses in order to pack in as many songs as humanly possible within 70 minutes. The structure of the show seems to inadvertantly reveal the hierarchy of the Clan – the more successful members of the Clan (Method Man, Ghostface, Raekwon, Ol’ Dirty Bastard) dominate the Wu-Tang group cuts and get the spotlight on their own hits, whereas poor U-God only pops up now and again and isn’t allowed to perform any of his solo material. Even Wu part-timer Cappadonna gets his own solo tune! (Click here to buy it from Amazon.)

The Mogs “Kelly Blame (Ph 606 version)” – The disco beat, breathy French vocals, and acid keyboards are all fine and good, but the mantra-like repetition of the words “I’m in love” is what sells this song. As the words repeat, they become almost entirely abstract, and the vocals approximate the sound of a siren, in both senses of the word. (Click here to buy it from Juno.)

The Fiery Furnaces @ Bowery Ballroom NYC 9/25/2004

Wolf Notes (first half of song, rock version)/Leaky Crystal (alternating lines from Leaky Tunnel and Crystal Clear)/Worry Worry (a verse and chorus)/Blueberry Boat (two verses)/Worry Worry (verse and chorus)/Hurry Worry (2nd half of Smelling Cigarettes)/ Smelling Cigarettes (first half)/My Dog Was Lost But Now He’s Found/Wolf Notes (reprise of first half)/Two Fat Feet (verse and chorus)/Straight Street (a few verses and chorus)/Two Fat Feet (verse and chorus)/Oregon (part of Mason City, “take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake”)/Name Game/Chief Inspector Blancheflower (all three sections without outro, ‘Typewriter’ section played as punk song with Eleanor on vocals, Matt sings ‘Jenny’ section with keyboards)/Quay Cur (played dramatically after “you know damn well she ain’t your Jenny no more”, only first two verses and chorus)/Tropical Iceland (full song, keyboard heavy arrangement)/Up In The North (verse leading up to chorus, when she sings “and it went like this,” it shifts to next song)/Nabs (part of Mason City, “geeched that gazoon’s gow” etc)/South Is Only A Home (keyboard-centric ‘disco’ version)/Blueberry Boat (keyboards, verses and “you ain’t never getting the cargo of my blueberry boat”)/Bow Wow (verse and chorus, slow, keyboards)/Birdie Brain/Inca Rag/Asthma Attack (power trio version)/Don’t Dance Her Down (verse, chorus)/Oregon reprise/Chris Michaels (first line only)/Evergreen (starts on guitar, Matt shifts to keyboard for second verse)/Chris Michaels (“Chinese Bird” section – “Tony,” “I’m the little bird…”)/Mason City (first few verses)/Spaniolated (power trio version)/Chris Michaels (“remember that girl…so so stup” —> “Chillum” section, the credit card section cut out/(Matt’s guitar gets screwed up, they pause for a bit til he gets a new one)/Chris Michaels (starts back up with “Chillum” section, when that ends it goes back to the first section, “later at lunch…”)/Wolf Notes (on keyboard, second half of song, showtuney)/Quay Cur (Inuit section, keyboards, played like a stadium anthem)/Quay Cur (final section main theme, chorus)/Wolf Notes (first half over Quay Cur music, ending on “play me a tune!”) // encore: I Broke My Mind/Single Again/I’m Gonna Run

Though it is not always necessary to include a setlist with a live review, this is certainly a case in which seeing a detailed run-down of what the band played is fairly essential in getting an idea of what this show was like. The structure of the set was even stranger than on previous FF tours. Rather than simply playing alternate arrangements and medleys of the songs as they had before, the new set chops up the songs and recombines them. In some cases, this modular approach yields bizarre results, such as the Frankenstein’s monster mash-up of “Leaky Tunnel” and “Crystal Clear,” but for the most part the tinkering appears to be in the interest of steamlining the set and eliminating inertia from the show altogether. It’s almost as though the set was designed for an audience with ADD, skipping from “good part” to “good part,” leaving out every “boring” step in between. I half-expect Eleanor Friedberger to sadistically pout “bored now” as every song section ends, evil Willow Rosenberg-style.

This was my fourth time seeing the Fiery Furnaces live since the end of 2003, and it was by far the best show that I’ve seen them play. They are much tighter now as a band, so when they play their nonstop medley set, the transitions are nearly seamless and the performance is cleaner and more fluid. Though it was thrilling when it seemed as though they were making up their set as they went along, the more premeditated approach serves them well, allowing themselves to appear more confident and deliberate.

9/24/04

The Trumpet Summons Us Again!

George Atkins and Hank Levine “The Trumpet” – Though the concept of making a novelty pop album out of John F. Kennedy’s speeches seems strange and unfathomable, the actual record is even more peculiar than you might imagine. Not content to simply set the President’s words to standard instrumentals, the producers of the record recast Kennedy as a lead vocalist for a groovy pop band, with a chorus of back up singers cheerfully repeating his solemn words as though to mock him. The results are ridiculous and highly inappropriate, especially when the chorus repeats the words “tyranny and poverty, tyranny and poverty” over and over with demented glee like a jingle from hell.

Dan Friel “7Sisters” – In spite of almost exclusively using cheap, semi-obsolete electronic gear, Dan Friel manages to create an impressively massive wall of sound on this track. This basically sounds like a more aggressive Flying Saucer Attack, with all of the lead parts played on overdriven keyboards over droning guitar chords and a chintzy drum machine. For best results, you’re going to want to play this as loud as you possibly can, to maximize the physical sensation of the waves of treble passing over you. (Click here to buy it from Velocirecords.)

Elsewhere: Fans of the Fiery Furnaces should please note that Eppy has posted his analysis of “Paw Paw Tree,” bringing him near to the halfway point on the album.

9/23/04

“This Doesn’t Happen To My Band”

The Dandy Warhols “We Used To Be Friends” – After having seen Dig!, it’s hard not to think of this song outside of the context of the bizarre relationship of The Dandy Warhols’ Courtney Taylor and The Brian Jonestown Massacre’s Anton Newcombe. It basically comes down to this – Taylor is the reasonably well adjusted leader of a band who has achieved some modest success, but is in thrall of Newcombe, a charismatic but clearly insane musician who lacks the basic coping skills necessary to function within the music industry. Taylor and Newcombe become friends shortly after the Dandys play their first show in San Francisco, and the film documents the following seven years as Taylor and his band gradually become more successful, and Newcombe and his rotating cast of sidemen continue on a downward spiral into chaos, madness, addiction, and commercial failure. The film is essentially a Goofus And Gallant story – though the Dandys are in many ways just as debauched as the BJM, they are mature and capable careerists, whereas Newcombe seems unable (or unwilling) to make any rational decisions whatsoever. As Taylor moves up in a world which demands compromise, his admiration for Newcombe’s integrity and relentless productivity grows in direct proportion to Newcombe’s resentment and obvious envy of the Dandys’ good fortune.

One of the most peculiar things about Dig! is that Anton Newcombe’s talents are never at any point called into question. Every single person in the film truly believes that he is a visionary genius, largely based on his prolific output and ability to play several instruments. Taylor and an A&R woman from Elektra rhapsodize about Newcombe’s knack for rewriting and recontextualizing the rock music of the 60s, speaking of this fact as though his project was so much unlike the hundreds of other bands from the same period stripmining the same canon. This willful revisionism only serves to enable Newcombe’s toxic, egomaniacal self-narrative in which he is a misunderstood Christ-like figure who is entitled to abuse everyone in his life because he is a Great Artist. Any armchair analyst will recognize the symptoms of Newcombe’s various psychoses – OCD, sociopathic tendencies, megalomania, paranoid schizophrenia. Every relationship in Newcombe’s life ends in disaster, and his situation only gets worse over time, exacerbated by his addiction to heroin.

At the end of the film, Courtney Taylor tells us of the lesson that he’s learned from Newcombe’s antics – “If it’s good, it’s fun, and if it’s bad, it’s funny.” But at some point in the third act, Newcombe’s behavior stops seeming funny and over the top, like a Best Show character made flesh, and just becomes sad and pathetic. His obsession with Taylor results in stalking the Dandy Warhols at CMJ, and then in sending them a package containing shotgun shells with their names on them as a perverse joke, later on insisting that if he wanted to kill them, he would have already done it. Newcombe’s longterm collaborators finally abandon him; his record deal with TVT ends in profound failure; and he is charged with brutally assaulting an audience member in New York City. As the film concludes, Newcombe seems to be as oblivious as ever to the dire reality of his situation, choosing to cling to his destructive self-mythology to the bitter end, absolutely refusing to learn any lessons from his mistakes.

(Click here to buy it from Amazon.)

9/22/04

Don’t Forget About The Starfish Navigation System

Solex “You’ve Got Me” – Moody space jams, deep spooky male vocals and Royal Trux-ish guitar noodling are not at all what would normally come to mind when one thinks of Solex, but that’s exactly what’s on offer here. Elisabeth Esselink’s distinctive chirpy voice does pop up here and there throughout the song, but the real star of this piece is the anonymous Australian dude on lead vocals. Apparently he and Elisabeth have never met, and he just sent her some recordings of him singing The White Album a cappella because he liked the previous Solex albums. I’m very fond of the lead guitar on this track, particularly towards the end when it shifts from woozy stoner haze to classic rawk boogie strut. (Click here to buy it from Amazon.)

Black Moth Super Rainbow “Viet Caterpillar” – Much like Air, Black Moth Super Rainbow specialize in mellow psychedelia with classic analog keyboard textures and vocals vocodered beyond the point of comprehensibility, seemingly ready-made to appear in tv ads for blue jeans and computers. Don’t hold that against them, though, since the music is still pretty good and not quite as nondescript as you might think. “Viet Caterpillar” is a bit like Moon Safari reimagined by American kids raised on video games, or the soundtrack of an educational documentary for children cut up and remixed by backpacker DJs. (Click here to buy it directly from the band.)

Elsewhere: I highly recommend checking out Anthony Miccio‘s turn at hosting Stylus’ Stypod, in which he posts the most unintentionally hilarious Limp Bizkit song that I’ve ever heard. As Anthony says, “Fred Durst is the pinnacle of wtf-itude, a bottomless well of incomprehensible absurdity and should be respected as such.

9/21/04

None Of My Groupies Want To Dance

Marit Bergman “Adios Amigos” – I can’t help but to think of Marit Bergman as being like an Earth 3 Avril Lavigne who isn’t so much a punker in appearance, but has the sound and the spirit. “Adios Amigos” starts off sounding a bit like The Strokes (which is interesting, because it sounds specifically like them rather than their own reference points), but then kicks into high gear with a chorus of “ohs” and “yeahs;” a dynamic shift which feels like a genuine jolt of energy as opposed to rote post-Nirvana rock formula. Merit’s lyrics are charming and self-deprecating – she tells us that she’s a “lousy guitarist” and that she sings “out of tune,” and that she’s been “too fat for leather pants” – but it doesn’t come off as moping. She sounds confident and self-assured, as though she just doesn’t care about any of that, and neither should you. (Click here to buy it from Ginza.)

UA “Sonna Sora Ni Wa Oduru Uma”– After releasing a string of hit pop and children’s records in her native Japan, UA has made a sudden and dramatic career shift with her new album, Sun – she’s gone free jazz. If you can imagine Bjork collaborating with Albert Ayler, that should give you an idea of what this record sounds like, though there is a sprawling, elemental feeling to it which almost defies description. At its best, the record sounds both primal and soothing, as it manages to find the calm in the center of chaos. (Click here to buy it from Amazon Japan.)

9/20/04

The World Is At A Standstill

Theya Hermann “Champagne and the Starline” – I know next to nothing about this song other than that it is hopelessly out of print and apparently dates back to the 70s. It was included on the very rare compilation Satin Dustbin, but I cannot find any store which carries that title online. Anyway, it’s a ridiculously cheerful glam pop tune about dealing with the day to day ramifications of the oil crisis. There’s something very reassuring about this song – I totally believe Theya when she sings “don’t despair, cutey baby loves you and she’s always gonna be there.” Well, thank God for that, right?

9/17/04

Look At Me, I’m Looking At You

Mu “Paris Hilton” – It’s somewhat unclear to me whether this song is ‘about’ Paris Hilton, the Paris Hilton, or some kind of dance called The Paris Hilton. I’m guessing that it’s the third option, or possibly, that “Paris Hilton!” (or rather, “Parisilto!,” as it sounds with Matsumi’s heavily accented English) is just a fun thing to shout out while you’re dancing to post-apocalyptic house music. Oh wait, it could be that Matsumi is commanding Paris Hilton to “shake her body” for her under duress, sorta like when people shoot at your feet to make you dance. That makes some sense, given that the song itself demands that you move to it with its manic shouts and frantic beats. (Click here to visit the Output Recordings site for more about Mu.)

Portobella “Covered In Punk” – I admire the British so much for their ruthless efficiency in how they write their pop songs. Much like the music by Girls Aloud, Mousse T, and David Wrench that I’ve posted here recently, this song relentlessly jumps from hook to hook with great speed and force like a pop blitzkrieg, pounding the listener into total submission. I can understand why this would aggravate some people, but if you like to just surrender to the music, it’s kinda glorious. This song has three basic sections – a rowdy, shouty dance-punk verse whichs shifts into a guitar-heavy bridge leading up to a sweet, anthemic pop chorus. Build up the tension, release it, repeat. Sure, it’s the same old musical tricks, but the thrill is in the execution and the understanding that this is something that they are doing to you. The audience is always the bottom when it comes to music. (Click here to buy it from Amazon UK.)

9/16/04

I’ll Meet You On The Outside

The Kat Cosm “My Letter Of Fate I Write For You Tonight” – This is a tender, sentimental ballad set to an arrangement that feels woozy and slightly out of it, making it a fine match for my current condition: doped up on cold medication, with a heavy head full of fluids. Even without feeling ill, this song has a way of making the whole world feel slower. It’s only two and a half minutes long, but it somehow feels much longer than that, though not in a boring when-will-this-end sort of way. (Click here to buy it from Staubgold.)

Le Tigre “On The Verge” – My expectations for the new Le Tigre album had been drastically diminished by their cringe-inducing lead single “New Kicks,” so it’s good to hear that the majority of the record is actually pretty good, and in some ways an improvement on their typical formula. There’s nothing on the album as obviously brilliant as “Deceptacon” or “Keep On Livin’,” but the album is somewhat more consistent in terms of quality. “On The Verge” is the highlight of the record, and it is basically everything that I’d want from a Le Tigre song – blustery electro rock with Kathleen Hanna on full blast doing her punk cheerleader thing. (Click here to pre-order it from Amazon.)

9/15/04

Why Do You Think This Will Never Work?

Au Revoir Simone “Back In Time” – Even moreso than on their first mp3 release, Au Revoir Simone sound like Stereolab reimagined as a bunch of lovesick teenage girls who keep elaborate watercolor sketchbook diaries and live in an eternal autumn. “Back In Time” begins with icy, aloof harmonies and keyboard chords which seem like the audio equivalent of overcast skies, but the beat picks up in the final third as a single voice takes the lead and the lyrical sentiment shifts from indecision and insecurity to plain-spoken forthrightness. (Click here to visit the Au Revoir Simone website.)

Carl Douglas “Kung Fu Fighting (The Strike Boys remix)” – It seems absurd enough that a German record label would put together a compilation of nothing but new remixes of Carl Douglas’ “Kung Fu Fighting,” but it’s even more strange and surprising that most of the mixes are pretty great. The majority of the remixers (a line-up which includes Seeed, Kid Loco, Rob Smith from Smith & Mighty, Noiseshaper, Adrian Sherwood, and Pole) rework the song in some permutation of electronic reggae or dub while still keeping the basic vocals and musical hooks intact, as though to remind the listener that the source material is in fact quite good when taken out a kitschy context. This Strike Boys remix veers a bit closer to straight dance music than other songs on the compilation, but has a lovely bounce to it that I find very appealing. (Click here to buy it from Echo Beach.)

Elsewhere: Catchdubs has the brand new Destiny’s Child single, which is pretty hot. Tikun Olam is a top notch mp3 blog focusing on folk music. Tuwa, whom many of you might know as a regular in the Fluxblog comments box, has also started an eclectic mp3 blog called Tuwa’s Shanty.

9/14/04

Fluxblog Interview with Maxi Geil!

Maxi Geil is the alter ego of Guy Richards Smit, an artist who began as a painter, but has since branched out into comedy, film, and pop music. His debut album with his band Playcolt, A Message To My Audience, is perhaps the most unjustly neglected pop album of the year; an epic glam record which would be dominating rock radio and filling arenas in a better world. In December, Smit’s film Nausea II, which features Maxi Geil and music from the album, will debut at the Museum Of Modern Art in Manhattan. Last week, I met with Smit at his studio in Brooklyn to talk with him about the band and his various projects. Later on in the interview, he speaks about a few specific songs which are included here as mp3s.

Matthew Perpetua: How did the Maxi Geil project begin?

Guy Richards Smit: Well, I started doing a lot of work with watercolors, and the songs started with the titles of the pieces, or things that people would be saying to each other in them. I started to put them together. I had been in bands since the 80s, and I had also done some work as a comedian called Jonathan Grossmalerman, working these ideas in as jokes. The character was this washed-up art star from the 80s, he was a “big painting” man, so he was like this kind of Schnabel character. He had done films and made a record, as Schnabel did, and now he was going to try to do stand-up. It became this kind of desperate confessional. It was enjoyable for me to try to work art into a joke pattern. Comedy has its own rules – how to set up a joke, how to finish it. That character did well, and I got some recognition for it, but after that was done, I was starting to get noticed as this stand-up artist, and I didn’t want to do that anymore. I was still interested in the doing the character of an egomaniac, and how he navigates through the world, and the sort of mythology that he sets up for himself so that he can be cruel to other people, essentially. Whereas Jonathan Grossmalerman was sort of a loser, in a way, I wanted a character that was less of a loser but just as delusional.

MP: Something where the world supports that ego?

GRS: Exactly, yeah. You see it with George Bush, and how people handle him, and you think ‘why would they admire this guy?’ But people seem to want a guy like that. So this character is delusional but seemingly harmless, and people support this kind of destructive path.

MP: How did you start working the project into the films? Did the characters exist before the films?

GRS: Sort of. Maxi Geil, which means ‘super-horny’ in German, was the star of a movie I did called “The Ballad Of Bad Orpheus.” Maxi Geil plays this horribly cruel sailor who keeps his crew from mutiny with his golden voice. That got showed at the MoMA, and I had been wanting to do a larger-scale thing with more characters, and more self-reflection. I had basically been writing this for a very long time, and started it, but funding disappeared and I started working on other projects. Then I got a call from the MoMA, and they said “we’re doing this premieres thing,” and they are showing this new Jean Luc Goddard film and a reissued Scorcese film. They asked me if I had anything new, because it’s all new stuff at these events. They were like, “we know you were working on this thing, is there any way that you could get it done in time?” And so everything kicked into high gear, and I started to complete the film. By that time, we had already recorded all of the music. “Please Remember Me” is the song that Maxi sings at the press conferance when he quits the porn business, “Paying For Something New” is from when they all go on their shopping expedition, and “Sunday Morning” is the final song, where they wake up in love, the ecstatic finish.We had done some performances which had been scripted. At one point we had Zoe in the band, and she was the second back-up singer. She would get fired from the band during the show, and wander around backstage, and start drinking. She’d return for one song, and there would be a sort of tension. Anyway, I wanted to do all of this, but also have all of them be good songs. As much as they were part of this larger project, I wanted them to stand on their own and be listenable as a pop record. They don’t have to be part of a movie or a performance.

MP: Do you find that music is any more or less successful than painting or film in getting across your ideas?

GRS: Yeah, except for there’s a whole section of people who don’t even seem to listen to lyrics. I’ve always been a person who has listened to lyrics, so I never understood that, but I’ll talk to our old drummer and I’d be like “that’s the part where I go ‘blah blah’,” and he just says “I don’t know, because I’ve never heard your lyrics at all.” He thinks of it terms of music. And I know that when I talk to him about other bands, he just doesn’t listen for lyrics. So in that sense, it may be less successful. But it’s more successful in forcing an engagement with an audience. I think that we all have an experience with records that we’ve grown up with, and we have an experience with paintings that we’ve grown up with, and it is sort of different. For instance, to take a banal choice, “The Scream.” We’ve all seen that from an early age and it connotes an energy, fear and angst. And there are songs which also bring up the same feelings, but in a very different way, so I think that we have traditions in how we relate to them. Both of them are satisfying, but I think that music is just really viscerally satisfying. Again, you get to confront the audience. You get to mock them, gently. You get to get their approval, and whatever cheap narcissistic thrill that one gets. I don’t get the thrill that some people get off the stage, where they need to be on it. But it’s nice knowing that you’re with other people doing something. Last night, seeing Siouxsie, I was really happy that I knew what it was like to be on stage, and I feel that I related to the concert differently. I was impressed with her handling of the stage. Every now and again, you get a thrill of success on some level.

MP: Is that something that you find is less frequent than in painting, where you’re isolated from the audience?

GRS: Exactly. With painting, I really, honestly don’t know what people are thinking. Every now and then, you’ll get a review, and they won’t address the topics you were hoping, and they might’ve missed it or something, and you’re just like “okay.” It could be a good review, but it feels like they are reviewing something else and you think “did I make that?”

MP: Well, often art critics just talk about their own pet ideas which they want to bring up, and everything they look at goes through that filter. At least with music critics, they tend to be a bit more fair and engage the work on its own terms.

GRS: I
think that’s because we universally share more similarities in our approval of music. We must, because a song can become a number one hit with millions of people buying it. Whereas you can’t seem to get that in paiting, because after all, there’s only one.

MP: And people get very hung up about mass production and associate that with inauthentic commercial endeavors.

GRS: Yes, that it is somehow cheapening. Still, there are subtleties that you often can’t approach with music, I think. The closest I think it’s ever come to being like a painting in music, is John Lennon’s “Jealous Guy.” It’s that clarity and subtlety, that straightforwardness. Somehow it’s always struck me that that song is almost like a drawing. There’s no flair to it, almost. There’s no theatrics to it. It’s so brilliantly straightforward, and even the flair, that whistling, is so intimate.

MP: That’s funny, because you’ve set up your own record to be very theatrical and in the opposite direction of music that you say you think would be more like painting. Are you just trying to engage with music as a form distinct from what you’ve been able to accomplish in painting?

GRS: I think that I’ve got a form in which I can get intimacy reasonably well, so I don’t necessarily need another. The thing about John Lennon is that he had such guts, to do a thing like “Mother,” and I don’t think I could ever do that with music. It’s funny to watch certain musicians wrestle with that, not always to such great success.

MP: Do you think that maybe John Lennon just came to that confidence due to the circumstances of his life? He wasn’t like that in the beginning, of course, and he and the Beatles worked their way up to other things as more people gave them approval, and the culture at large was open to pretty much anything that they would do. I can’t imagine anything like that ever happening again, where people are so trusting of an artist.

GRS: Yeah, and otherwise you get things like Sarah McLachlan which seems like an attempt to be like that, but it’s so awful.

MP: But I think that she just skipped a lot of steps in between. Not just her, but a lot of people who jump straight to that raw, emotional point.

GRS: I think that a lot of my lyrics, particularly “The Love I Lose,” are for me, pretty straightforward. It’s very specific and it is an attempt to touch on that kind of honesty about how people get through life. There’s also an absurdity to it. Basically, it’s the story of Giselle Thurst, a porn star in the film who starts to stammer horribly on a set, and gets kicked off and fired, and she leaves singing this song and has a moment of clarity about her life and what it is to be this kind of lone character saddled with various neuroses and behavior which she can’t seem to control. So she sings about this in a very self-realized way. In a sense, I wrote this very sincerely. I think that we’ve all either been there, or have friends who behave in a way that they can’t control. It’s what I love about people, and what frustrates me about people. The only way I can ever really approach those moments of honesty is with a lot of absurdity because I’m either scared of it, or it makes it more palatable, or I’m not good enough yet, I don’t know what it is. For me, the songs get written from ideas, so I write starting with the words, and a melody comes from that. It comes from a very sincere part of me. I think that my goal is to reach that point of almost total absurdity, and start taking it in on an almost pure level. I could be fooling myself here. Sometimes one lyric will stick out through a load of protective tripe. For instance, there’s a sentimentality to “Artist’s Lament,” with those last lines of the muse singing “come with me.” That is actually meant to be this tender moment. For me, it is a really great place you can go, no matter how much you’re lying to yourself.

MP: The first half of that song, it’s a lot of him saying “I’m an artist, damnit, I’m a beacon of light,” and it seems that he’s reminding himself of this, that he needs to remember this kind of self-delusion.

GRS: It’s what gets you through.

MP: It’s not that he’s totally wrong.

GRS: Right. I kinda mean it. At least from my own personal purposes, I don’t know what it becomes in a song, necessarily, or how people respond to it, but I don’t know an artist who doesn’t have that thought at times.

MP: That you’re doing this for the world.

GRS: Right. And you could actually change it, and it’s really wonderful what you’re doing. And then, of course, later you’re thinking “oh this is awful, I can’t believe I wasted my time doing this.” So in that sense, it’s not ironic. One of the first songs I wrote for Maxi Geil was called “I’ve Got Feelings But My Feelings Don’t Last,” and it’s ridiculous and dumb, but at the same time, we all have these feelings and it’s weird how they don’t stay. They disappear. It’s a weird thing, being sure that you’re doing the right thing, and then an hour later being sure that it’s not. It’s really human, but I’ve never heard a song about it, I don’t think.

MP: How do you feel that the art world, and the rock music and the characters that you’ve created relate to pornography, which is central to the plot of Nausea II?

GRS: First of all, the amazing thing about pornography is that it has a very specific goal. It exists for basically one purpose. I feel that increasingly music and especially art has become this overspecialized thing. One of the things that I criticize in the film is the porn guy who is constantly shooting the same scene over and over again. At one point, when Maxi does this big lecture as to why he’s leaving the porn business, he points out all of the guys who have these weird little websites, and it becomes subculture porn, and like math porn and gothic porn.

MP: Is there actually math porn?

GRS: No, but there could be. There’s definitely at this point, goth porn.

MP: Right, and that’s the whole new frontier in that world, with the Suicide Girls and all the different permutations on that.

GRS: Yeah, then there’s other stuff where it’s just anal, or just facials.

MP: And even more specific than that.

GRS: The art world has absolutely become that way. Lots of painters just doing the same damn painting over and over and over again.

MP: I sort of touch on that in an interview that I did the other day, where the question was “if you could ask any musician a questio

n, what would it be,” and my question was for Bjork. I want to know why she feels that she has to do all of these one-idea records. She started off doing records where every song had its own premise and its own set of ideas, and now this last one is the same basic concept fourteen songs in a row. I can’t imagine that isn’t a result of being immersed in the art world and being with Matthew Barney. Going through art school, that was one of the things which drove me nuts, all of these students stretching one idea into a year’s worth of work. You think, “you’re only going to do that? You don’t have any other ideas? You can’t do a lot of ideas at once?”

GRS: I think that in the art world, if you make one of something, what happens is that it disappears. There’s only one of something, and somebody buys it and its gone. So other people want to buy it, but they want that one idea too. So you have to make a bunch of them. It has nothing to do with art, as far as I can tell. I took Fluxus really seriously in as much as it’s about this journey, the stumbles and awkwardnesses, and making weird shit and hopefully at some point, someone would be interested in your larger project. I did this one song that was called “The Passerby,” and one of the lines was “I offer endless permutations on a single idea / and if it the market can still maintain me, I’ll be here next year.” And also, “I’m a one trick pony, two show only talk of the town.” They have these tiny, short careers, and you know the person from that one piece you saw over and over again.

MP: It doesn’t seem that a lot of these people are eager to reinvent themselves either.

GRS: Well, when they get that specific, reinventing themselves means going back and starting from square one. They don’t allow themselves to move into a different area.

MP: That’s funny, because it really does seem to have nothing to do with art as I understand it.

GRS: No, it’s marketing.

MP: Well, it’s like marketing, but it’s also like being a craftsman. Like, “I will make shoes,” or “I will be a blacksmith.”

GRS: Exquisite doorknobs! The best doorknobs in all of Italy! That’s certainly fine, but y’know, you’re a craftsperson, not the modern notion of what an artist is.

MP: In terms of the art world, it’s about marketing and playing to existing market forces, but in the broader sense of marketing, marketing is more about having a steady stream of new items and getting people interested in new things that they might not be open to naturally.

GRS: I’ve always had good reviews, but my sales have been sort of patchy. And I decided a long time ago that I was going to present everything that I was doing and deal with the patchy sales, hoping that later on people would understand that I have this larger, long term project, and it’s an interesting and worthy project, hopefully. I can put up with some years where my friends are making more money, but with any luck, I’ll come into my own and build a real lasting career. The other technique may be satisfying in the short term, but it’s not viable if you’re interested in sticking around.

(You can read an unabridged version of this interview here. Click here to buy the album from the official Maxi Geil! website.)

9/13/04

I Want To Show You What The Stars Are Made Of

Saul Williams “Grippo” – If you can imagine late period Fugazi gone full-on hip hop, it would probably sound a lot like this track, possibly right down to the lyrical style. And that seems to be part of the point of this song, in which Saul Williams symbolically offers up hip hop to white boys on the condition that they “substitute the anger and oppression for guilt and depression.” This is a selection from Williams’ new self-titled record on The Fader Label, which is often quite brilliant but doesn’t feature anything else quite as extraordinary as this song. (Click here to buy it from Saul Williams’ official site.)

Annie “Me Plus One” – Having already put out two of the finest pop songs of 2004 (the melancholy dancefloor anthem “Heartbeat” and the unstoppable “Chewing Gum,” which literalizes the concept of bubblegum pop), Annie is back again with another instant classic off of her forthcoming Anniemal LP. “Music Plus One” is more like “Kylie Times Ten” – a symphony of girly ooohs and ahhs, semi-rapped bridges, disco beats and electro beeps; all coming together like a relentlessly blissful pop hook machine sent to us from the distant future to save us from ourselves.

Elsewhere: Music For Robots is now way prettier! Nice makeover, guys.

9/10/04

With A Little Bit Of “Whooo!,” I’ll Make You Say “Wow!”

Plastic Operator “Folder” This is an amazingly sweet dance pop single built around a computer reference which doesn’t make total sense to me. I think that the singer has “copied and pasted” a love letter into the object of his affection’s file folder, though it’s not quite clear whether or not they are sharing a computer or if this is the world’s first (to my knowledge, anyway) p2p love song. I get the impression that this might be a Mac thing, so I’m a bit out of the loop. (Click here to buy it from Rough Trade.)

A Gun Called Tension “Gold Front” – Though this may not be the most accurate reference point, my immediate gut-instinct response to this song is “Archers Of Loaf going through an Eno phase.” (Maybe specifically Eno’s production on Achtung Baby? I’m not sure, to be honest. I’m responding to that big droning sweep, which is more U2 than Eno, when I think about what Eno’s own music actually sounds like.) This feels a bit more anthemic and epic every time I hear it; I’m certain that this song must be fantastic when performed live. (Click here to pre-order it from Cold Crush Records.)

9/9/04

The Whole Bee Hive

Jukes “I Wasn’t Even Looking” – This song, which sounds like a cross between a solemn Ennio Morricone score and Broadcast at their most portentous, feels like an ideal soundtrack today, as New York enters day two of an incredibly dreary rainathon. It’s not exactly shocking to me that this artist is from Bristol – sometimes it seems as though everything which comes from there sounds as bleak and resigned as this. (Click here to buy it from Twisted Nerve.)

String Quartet Tribute To Beyonce “Work It Out” – For the past two years, I have been collecting string quartet tribute records, mainly those released by Vitamin Records. Since Vitamin tends to focus on current hitmakers and the giants of 80s/90s alt-rock, I assume that their target market must be young fans with a compulsion for completism and a taste for novelty. On one hand, these albums are amazingly inessential and inherantly ridiculous – what exactly is the point of making Marilyn Manson’s music sound ‘classy’? Nevertheless, the recordings can be surprisingly good and suggest an unexpected continuity between modern pop and actual classical music.

In some cases, the character of a song can change rather dramatically with the new arrangement. Nearly all of the songs on last year’s String Quartet Tribute To Beyonce reveal a regal, martial bombast to Beyonce’s music which is mostly obscured by the abundance of soul and funk on the original recordings. In retrospect, this makes a lot of sense – the urgency of “Crazy In Love” is rather like a battle march in its way; the romantic yearning of “Baby Boy” does take on the heightened drama of a grand opera; and “Work It Out” certainly commands attention and respect as though the singer were entitled royalty. (Click here to buy it from Amazon.)

9/8/04

The Happy Hardcore Piece

JDS “Higher Love” – When you listen to Happy Hardcore you get stared at. You can be quietly walking down the street one day, perhaps unware of the volume of your headphones, until you realize all around you can hear the metronomic WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP-WHUMP of happy hardcore at 180 bpm. Or try flipping through your Case Logic booklet in mixed company and watch the shrunken grimaces, haughty “evil eyes,” and condescending chuckles when you come to the CD covered with grinning smiley faces and Prince-ly grammar. Even your most pop-friendly friends will view you with a newfound concern.

Obviously the tweest of rave genres, even my ex-girlfriend Nancy – a notorious indie-pop fan – described her one visit to a happy hardcore party as “scary.” The cliché (true, of course) is the “candy raver”: an infantile mind trapped in a (mostly) adult body, all stuffed animal cuteness and body-glitter. As warped as it may seem, it’s really not so different from any other subculture you might toss up as a counter-example. How is a guy caked up with foundation and black-eyeliner any less goofy than someone wearing a dozen candy necklaces? (And besides all candy ravers want to do is hug you, usually, not burn down your church. Admittedly, neither mademy list of things to do today.)

Happy hardcore raves have names like “Hardcore Uproar,” “OVERLOAD!,” and “Lost the Plot.” The last is telling; an ancient phrase for drug-addled delirium, it also highlights that – like their contemporaries sporting rockabilly coifs or ’77-style liberty spikes – they’re essentially reproduction antiques. It’s not for nothing that the genre makes heavy use of sound-tropes that sound best under the influence of ecstasy. Like its cousin in “big room” trance, the sound of happy hardcore is tailor made for that rush surrounding dancers first few ecstasy experiences.

So – the most important part for you playing along at home – what does it sound like? A friend of mine once described it as “fast rave music,” and that’s as good a definition as any, especially if your working definition of “rave” is as superficial as most Americans. It shares gabba’s (happy hardcores angry loner cousin from the European mainland) ridiculously fast kick drum, a sound so attenuated by speed it sounds like a cartoon “sprooooooing!” Unlike gabba’s death-metal atmosphere, it is “toytown techno” taken to an almost religiously pure extreme. Melodies are those of calliopes, video games, cartoons. Synth riffs and stabs have an almost comical, campy flair. Samples are pitched up to levels of near-incomprehensibility. Vocals are mostly trilling divas exhorting you – the dancer – to let yourself go. There are sometimes warp speed breakbeats skittering around the thump (although these may be currently out of vogue), so fast and linear they lose any pretensions to “funk.” It is also, in the words of my friend, “the best thing ever…when you’re in the mood for it.”

My favorite happy hardcore track ever is JDS’s “Higher Love”, the second track from the first Happy 2 B Hardcore mix CD. It’s utterly generic in the best possible sense; my description of the genre as a whole works just as well as a description of this specific track. You can dance to it, but I’m old and out of shape and my days of hardcore stimulant abuse are long behind me. So my suggestion is getting behind the wheel on a sunny day, cranking this up, and just flooring it. It’s bliss overload. Jungle is my favorite music ever, because it’s funky, because it’s got (or had) an incredible range of moods/feelings/textures, because it combines so much other stuff I love (house/techno/ragga/rap/R&B). I could never call happy hardcore even close to a “favorite genre” (I wouldn’t call the soundtrack to Super Mario Brothers my favorite music either), but I’d be lying if I said that when “Higher Love” was playing it didn’t seem to make all other music seem redundant. (Click here to buy it from Amazon.)

(Jess Harvell is a freelance writer who has been published by the Village Voice, Seattle Weekly, and the Phoenix News Times, among other publications.)

9/7/04

For My Bliss

Twitch “Chop Dis Up (Dirty)” – I am not 100% certain if this is the same Twitch from Optimo in Glasgow, but either way this is the kind of quality track that I would expect from him. With its punctuating bursts of white noise, manic beat, and forceful, intimidating vocals, the song is raw and frenetic to the point of seeming like a violent fit. (Click here to buy it from Piccadilly Records.)

Mylo “In My Arms” – This composition reworks the keyboard riff from Kim Carnes’ “Betty Davis Eyes” into a dance track which gradually builds in intensity while at the same time feeling like one moment of pure ecstacy stretched out and sustained for four minutes. (Click here to buy it from Amazon.)

Elsewhere: I’ve been very lazy in keeping up with all of the new mp3 blogs popping up lately, but I do recommend checking out 20 Jazz Funk Greats, Music Is A Virus, The Stypod, Orbis Quintus, Mewsic, Womenfolk, and Sounds Of Sweden.

Also: Do you like Fluxblog, but wish that I would stop being so aloof and open a little, so that you could get a chance to know the real me? If so, check out this interview with me over at The Tofu Hut.

And: Though I am not sure whether it will run tomorrow or the day after that, Jess Harvell will be doing a special fill-in post here sometime this week.

9/3/04

Such Wonderful Examples

Lady Sovereign “Ch Ching” – This song is exactly the reason why we actually need the word “grime” as a genre descriptor. I’m not sure if “grime” is really the best word to describe this sound, but there really needs to be some way of categorizing this music. A lot of what gets referred to a grime just sounds like interesting hip hop to my ears (for example: Dizzee Rascal, Wiley), but this track is just barely hip hop. It’s this strange, mesmerizing, strangely alien mixture of dance music, hip hop, reggae, modern r+b, video game music, and IDM. This exists primarily as a result (or is that a synthesis?) of the past six years of popular black music from both sides of the Atlantic, and a global culture which accelerates and encourages subcultural cross-pollination at a rate unthinkable even ten years ago. (Click here to buy it from Juno.)

Q And Not U “Wonderful People” – This is apparently part of an ongoing campaign to teach indie kids to dance (again) by presenting dance beats and synth lines in the comfortable context of punky guitar rock – a bit like taking your pills in a bowl of pudding. I’m not criticizing anyone. mind you, and if you’ve been following this blog for a while, you know that I am obviously a big fan of this sort of thing. Q And Not U get some bonus points for a) that excellent synth solo which begins at the 1:50 mark b) feeling a lot less oppressive and heavy than a lot of other indie bands playing in a similar style (!!!, The Rapture, The Faint, Interpol), and c) for getting a great, crisp mic sound on their guitar and drums. (Click here to pre-order it from Dischord.)

9/2/04

We’ll Be Living In Stardust

Mousse T (featuring Emma Lanford) “Is It Cos I’m Cool?” – This might be the best ego trip set to music since The Black Album. It’s hard not to get caught up in the sweep of this song as it shifts from post-punk bass chug to full-on glam rock to orchestral grandeur in the space of four minutes; amping up the drama and piling on the hooks every 30 seconds or so. Much like the Girls Aloud single from last week, this is a ruthlessly efficient song designed for maximum pop thrill. Unless you really fight it (and why would you want to do that?), you will have no choice but to love it. (Click here to buy it from Amazon UK.)

Alpha Zeta (featuring DJ Zeph and Azeem) “Here Comes The Judge” – Okay, I want someone who knows better than me to tell me if I’m crazy for hearing a bit of Afro-beat in this song. It would be a bit too kind to even call me a dilettante in that genre, given that most of my listening experience is limited to buying a few Fela Kuti reissues back when every magazine was running articles praising him up and down about four years ago. Even if I’m totally off-base in terms of musicology, it at least feels like a hip hop approximation of that sound to me on some level. At any rate, this is a great, soulful tune with some excellent lyrics, particularly the line about your feet falling asleep and dreaming the beat. (Click here to visit the Future Primitive site for more about DJ Zeph and Azeem.)

Elsewhere: Eppy has returned from a brief blogging hiatus with a detailed critical analysis of The Fiery Furnaces’ “Chris Michaels.”


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