Thursday, May 17, 2012

Descending the Circles of Bright Eyes Hell: The Early Albums

Published on thebomberjacket.com

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
—Carl Jung
There are videos on youtube of Conor Oberst, frontman of Bright Eyes and various other projects, from when he was in his tween years. One in particular comes to mind of a scrawny boy with a high crackling voice and round John Lennon glasses in a record store in Omaha, Nebraska, over-excitedly ranting about a record store he loved. There was this image of Conor Oberst with that trademark messy done-at-home haircut, moping in the basement of his parent’s house, surrounded by books and records, writing music and wailing through tear-stained and clenched eyelids. It’s a scene like a the lyric from Letting Off the Happiness’ “The City Has Sex,” which goes, “There’s a kid in the basement with a four track machine / and he’s been strumming and screaming all night down there / The tape hiss will cover the words that he sings / They say it’s better to bury your sadness.” It’s a charming image, but it’s one that Oberst has never really been able to shake, despite all his new sounds, solo or side projects and haircuts.
Even to this day, it seems like Bright Eyes is quickly disregarded by many as being sad emo music made by a little boy, when there’s really much more to it than that. Now, looking back at those early albums twelve and then some years later, hopefully a more accurate perspective on Bright Eyes can emerge. The real relevance of the band is much more than just well penned sorrow. The lyrics are loaded with poetry that is severely self-conscious, self-deprecating, self-absorbed and just about any other hyphenated "self" term one could imagine. Every album is an introspective adventure, an psychological journey into deeply understanding oneself and one’s emotions. It's something like Carl Jung's methods or Sigmund Freud’s psychoanalysis or Joseph Campbell’s “The Hero With A Thousand Faces,“ which relates mythological odysseys to psychology and is the basis for the Hollywood movie formula. Or it could even be like Dante’s excursion into hell in “The Inferno.” The adventure is most evident on Fevers & Mirrors, as the album's main focus is self-examination, but it’s also present on each recordThe lyrics may be seem solipsistic, but that’s what makes it universal, as everyone has to face the reality of themselves in the mirror at one time or another. It makes the music into something helpful to listen to for anyone going through an emotional, existential or identity crisis…or maybe enabling those emotions is the worst possible choice. It’s always hard to decide. Yet, that’s another constant theme to Bright Eyes songs, the flexibility and confusion of truth.
May 1, 2012 saw the last round of reissues of Bright Eyes’ early releases; albums and EPs that were only previously available on vinyl compiled into a boxed set. The records represent some of Bright Eyes’ most inaccessible material and as such, this group of reissues is probably a bad starting point to dive into as a first exposure to the band. As the records get progressively easier to listen to, even going backwards through a discography mimics that inward adventure, with each one becoming another descent into a deeper circle of self-inflicted hell. So, it’s probably better to start with a more recent release and work backward. The easiest way for the likes of casual listeners to get sucked in might be from the upright pop and conscious attempt at positivity of the most recent The People’s Key or the messy full member collaboration of Conor Oberst and The Mystic Valley Band’s Outer South or maybe when his warbling voice is blended with Jim James and M. Ward on Monsters of FolkWhatever the starting point, it’s better to let curiosity slowly tug you backwards, and downward, after that.

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Thursday, May 17, 2012

Beach Niche


Photo by AdriƠ CaƱameras
The sunny island of Mallorca is in the middle of the Mediterranean and is a part of Spain. It has some breathtaking beaches that you would think only existed on postcards or computer desktop wallpaper, some awesome caves (complete with dragons) and a tourist hotspot called Palma. Yet, the guys from Beach Beach said that actually living on Mallorca can be kind of boring, especially in the winter. Their solution was to start a band.


If you didn’t guess, its beach music poised to stave off the winter. Yet, their songs delve into a bit more depth than just surfing, maybe because surfing in the Mediterranean sucks. It’s great music with a subtle, charming Spanish accent, perfect to listen to from the trunk of your car while you sit around a beach fire and drink Beach Beach’s favorite, a Pomada (read on to find the complicated recipe!).


The Spanish island of Mallorca is pretty well connected to Catalonia, the region where Barcelona is. The band is also similarly connected, as their record Tasteless Peace (listen here) was released this year on Barcelona’s La Castanya. The label is also a joint booking venture and is responsible for supporting several cool bands and organizing interesting events around the city.


THE BOMBER JACKET talked with Beach boys Pau Riutort and Tomeu Mulet about their music, La Castanya, and the perfect beach drink.

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Monday, May 14, 2012

Lotus Plaza and the Liberation of Yellow Balloons


You stand out in the open of a plaza that’s shaped like a lotus, looking at your shoes as you let go of a handfull of yellow balloons. It’s a gray day. So much of a gray day that the sky actually seems to be green. As the bunch of rubber, helium and ribbon transcends the first layer of the earth’s atmosphere, it quickly becomes a small yellow dot in the dusty troposphere. Whenever you see this you can’t help but wonder, what does a balloon feel like when it’s let go into the sky? You can stare at it for as long as it’s visible, but you never see it pop. No matter how many times you see it, the image still sticks with you eerily, just like Spooky Action at a Distance.

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Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mujeres, Mujeres, Mujeres: Putting Their Fists Down



Photo by Ivan Montero

Luchador Records is down the street from the MACBA, Barcelona’s contemporary art museum where you constantly have to dodge skaters who are making videos, doing tricks off of the entrance’s ramps, staircases and the ample open space of the white stone plaza. More often than not, they’re also smoking weed and drinking a few San Miguels. At the beginning of the record shop’s sparse street that only houses one other record store, a clothing outlet and a fruit stand, I stopped for just a minute to read a Spanish poem scrawled on the wall called, “Ways to Kill.”
I was going to interview Mujeres at the store the bassist co-owns and that is their secret lair of sorts. Upon entering the place I saw a bunch of records on the walls that I surprisingly recognized, which was a nice change for being in Spain, and it immediately reminded me of DIY music spaces I had come across in the US. There were zines, random art projects like boxes of rolling papers with poems written on each paper, cassette tapes of local bands, patches for the “Pizza Army” and even one floppy disk of what undoubtedly couldn’t have been more than one song. What was more, as the band led me to the back space, past the huge Japanese arcade game, where we would do the interview, they told me that they had shows there every once in a while.
Besides being a great bopping rock and roll band with wavey surf riffs and fuzzified garage intensity, they have the potential to be an influential force for the future of Barcelona’s DIY and “indie” music. They explained that there weren’t many bands like them in the city and it’s true that on any given night there aren’t a ton of places to go see music or even music to go see. If more groups pop up with a mentality like Mujeres, places like Luchador would be perfect nesting grounds for music collectives. Either way, the spot is a cool one to visit and Mujeres is a band not to miss live.

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Tuesday, May 08, 2012

VIDEO: Greg Mullen :: Happy Birthday

A classic favorite from Jamaica Plain that is now discovering the heartland in Austin, just released a video for a new song "Happy Birthday." In his journey through the Texan wilderness, he discovered a lone Prada shop on a dusty road and it spoke to him.
Expect a new record very very soon with the Cosmic American Band (tentatively)!


Click here to read a review of his last amazing record, The Hungry Ocean.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Greg-Mullen/326374501774
http://gregmullen.bandcamp.com/album/the-hungry-ocean

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Friday, April 20, 2012

Mango Nebula Winter 2012 Mix


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Thursday, April 19, 2012

In the Belly of the Woodrow Wilsons




Jamaica Plain, a part of Greater Boston, is home to many talented musicians that are constantly creating unique and/or bizarre events and contributing greatly to the personality of the city’s DIY music. One such band from the area that has been playing for a few years without laying down a record is The Woodrow Wilsons. It’s made up of some of the nicest and most genuine people you could ever meet. And just like a conversation with one of its members, the music radiates this ineffably positive feeling of warmth and empathy, subconsciously comforting and convincing you that everything is going to be alright. They all play a wide array of instruments, one of the main components being ukuleles that vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Chris McCarthy built himself out of a cigar box. In addition to bass, guitar and drums, the arrangement also includes glockenspiel, horns and a singing saw. The vocals are shared and harmonized between McCarthy and Laura Smith and the collaboration emphasizes the band’s open minds and open arms.

The Woodrow Wilsons recently released its first proper full length, Devil Jonah. The name references the biblical story of Jonah and the whale and has strong motifs of the East Coast and the ocean. As the group explains, the Atlantic seems to have strange powers over them (or at least over Smith). They associate the endless vastness with death and loneliness, but at the same time it’s something irresistible that calls them to get lost in it. It’s this sort of conflict or juxtaposition that is threaded throughout the album. Although one might think Jonah was doomed to be digested in the whale, it was actually the whale that saved Jonah from drowning. Likewise the music is a pleasant balance between somber and joyous. It has ballads and relaxing tunes, but it also has its share upbeat and irresistibly catchy songs like “Anthropomorphism” and “It Always Never Boils (The Kettle Song).”

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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Lost in the Woods...or in Translation with Naturalesa Salvatge

Photo by Sibila Estruch.

In Spanish, the word “tranquilo” is pretty versatile, being used for “relaxed,” “peaceful” and even the command “calm down!” Although slightly awkward and not a word that would normally be used to describe a band, its false friend (sort of) in English, “tranquil,” would serve as a good adjective for Naturalesa Salvatge. The Barcelona band’s name is in the regional dialect CatalĆ”n and literally means “wild nature.” However just like the tranquil example, sometimes the straight translation loses some of the flavor in the process, and maybe a better one would be “untamed wilderness.”

The name goes well with their sound, as their songs seem to take place deep in the woods. The meandering lead guitar melodies cut paths through the underbrush. The droning vocal harmonies sunken into the mix sound like they are being crooned a mile away from behind a thicket of tree trunks and bushes. The poppy moments add that bit brightness to the songs like twinkling and waning light that filters through the thick branches blocking out the sky. The rhythm is tapped out around a campfire where the five dudes are hanging out having beers and making s’mores.

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Thursday, April 05, 2012

Manos de Topo and the Verge of Tears

Photo by Las Collecionistas

published on thebomberjacket.com

The bipolar warbling vocals of Manos de Topo are somewhere between sounding like they are full of tears and like they fell out of the mouth of singer Son Miguel Ɓngel Blanca after he stubbed his toe. Yet the group manages to make it joyous with a well honed pop sensibility, bright colors, games and a bunch of jokes.

The group is from Barcelona, Spain and has just released their third album Escapar con el Anticyclone!  or "Escape with the Anticyclone!" Calling it a “collection of pocket operas,” the band said it was their most concentrated effort so far. The album is summed up nicely by the simple colors and shapes on the cover, as the group said that they were trying to “minimize the components to find only the essential feeling.” Before the album’s release, they group worked with illustrator Ana Sender on a board game for a musical exhibition at the Funcació Joan Miró. They said the themes from the game inspired a lot of their lyrics and it’s just one example of the playful nature in the music.

Another notable thing about the musicians is that a few of them also studied filmmaking.  Although they only made their first video on their own, their cinematic sensibilities continue to give them clever ideas and keep them involved during production. They have quite a few well made and hilarious videos like "Tus Siete Diferencias" ("Your Seven Differences") and "Es Feo" ("It's Ugly").

Watch the video for "Tus Siete Diferencias" below:


The Bomber Jacket: Manos de Topo means “Mole Hands” right? But what does Mole Hands mean?
A mole is a tender, wild and lonely animal, just like us. A mole’s hands is the metaphor of our hearts.

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Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Cymbals Have a Merciless and Insatiable Blood-lust for Guitars

Photo by Josh Goleman

Brooklyn born Cymbals Eat Guitars take their name from something Lou Reed once said about The Velvet Underground. Yet, it wasn’t an overly whimsical metaphor like “my band sounds like cymbals eating guitars,” but instead something more musically technical. Reed was asked why the drummer, Moe Trucker, didn’t crash down on the cymbals a lot on their records. Reed responded that it was because the noise of cymbals eats, or drowns out, the guitar and he was apparently concerned about a purer tone from the instrument.

When explained like this, it sort of drains all the magic out of what a listener imagines when the phrase is plucked out of context. Like a swarm of floating cymbals, roving around a trashed underground nightclub savannah in search of it's prey. A centrifugal hum reverberates around the metal of the crash cymbal pack leaders as the muted high-hats let out a few taunting chatters. A guitar is spotted through the reeds of the tall amplifiers and a vicious, bloody onslaught ensues on the concealed pack of instruments. The cymbals mercilessly shred through fret boards and splinter hollow bodies easily. The stage becomes an out of focus mess of flying scraps of wood and metal. As the violence reaches its end, pick-ups are tossed into the air and swallowed whole into invisible stomachs and guitar strings are used to floss the remaining flecks of flesh from their teeth. Lou Reed might not have used the phrase to describe his band, but as for Cymbals Eat Guitars, the image represents their music pretty well.

There are more concrete ways to describe the band’s sound. Some bands wait until the end of one of their songs on a record to play with guitar effects and feedback to produce a random musical experiment for about thirty seconds. Maybe it’s at the very end of a show when they’re smashing their guitars on stage and they just go nuts, shouting and playing whatever. Well, for Cymbals Eat Guitars, those moments are present all throughout their music and are joined together by catchy hooks, sleazy keyboards and straightforward rock.

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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Sharing a Beer Bong with The Men


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Music could be heard as we walked from our car that we parked on the side of the road. A ton of people were already at the party, so the driveway was full of cars and we had to make the hike from down the street. They had given the house a name as people like to do, and it was called Open Your Heart. It always seemed like a weird name to me. Then again, the people that lived there were called “The Men.” Even the girls that lived there were still referred to as “The Men.” I had heard about the party from a friend and realized that I had been to another thing The Men had thrown a year earlier in a different place. That one used to be called The Leave Home House. Those parties were a bit stranger and darker and from what I had heard, this new place seemed a bit more lively and fun.

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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Walking Under Picore's Balls

Photo by Arianne Picón.
picore-picore.bandcamp.com 

Picore say they work hard to make their music “suggestive and danceable” and there are always people moving around at their shows. However, there’s still something about their style that seems like every once in a while it would have to be met with slack jawed staring and drooling while you oozed off into space.

The Spanish band (from Zaragoza) use a few superfluously hyphenated self descriptions that play with the idea that their songs and lyrics could be hymns. For example, “angular-rock-with-sermons” or “danceable-but-not-hype-rock-with-prayer-lyrics-in-Spanish.” The meandering guitar and sluggish tempo force singer Dani JimĆ©nez to chant more often than sing.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

SXSW: The Bomber Jacket Wishlist from Jen and Drew


Below is a pretty good round-up SXSW wishlist from The Bomber Jacket's editor and freelance writer Drew Fortune. Published here.
Dr. Dog at 2010's SXSW, playing at Ceder Street Courtyard

Two years ago in 2010 I flew down to Austin, Texas to embark on an debacherous, adventurous week at South by Southwest Festival. I was covering the music portion of the festival as a college journalist. The week was positively arduous and long, with hardly any sleep and excessive amounts of alcohol. I carried my camera and my field recorder with me everywhere, catching bites of sound and images of glory from Daedelus’ DJ set to the deafening crowd roars at Andrew WK shows.

Andrew WK at 2010's festival
The morning after the festival was over, I was half-awake and melted into a chair at an airport gate, drinking a beer and going over my notes for an article. Next to me was a guy doing the same thing, with a worn-out backpack adorned with pins from his favorite bands. I leaned over and introduced myself, and he told me he was also a music journalist, and that the week had also been his first experience at SXSW.
Drew Fortune and I both cannot attend SX this year. It is a true disappointment. To celebrate our two-year friendship, we’ve decided to post a “SXSW Wishlist” for all of you lucky people who are enjoying the Texas heat and barbecue sauce. Have a beer for us, and check out our list of the top-20 shows you should attend. Note that the *asterisked* links bring you to our own coverage of some of the musicians.
#10
Drew: 12th Planet, Skrillex’s buddies. If nothing else, this will be the show to see and be seen at (if you’re into that kinda thing).  3/17 @ Beauty Bar Backyard
Jen: Fiona Apple. One of our favorite 90s babes is back, and she’s starting her comeback at SXSW. 3/14 @ Stubb’s
#9
Drew: **Titus Andronicus. Lineup changes shouldn’t affect the amateur historian New Jersey punks. 3/15 @ Belmont
Jen: SBTRKT. British sex on the dance floor. 3/17 @ The Madison
#8
Drew: The Drums is my favorite discovery of 2012. Like Joy Division, only a tad sunnier. 3/16 @ Stubb’s
Jen: Trust. One of the latest bands to sign with Canada’s Arts & Crafts Records. Trust is Robert Alfons and Maya Postepski (from Austra). 3/13 @ Mohawk
#7
Drew: Dinosaur Jr. Bring your earplugs (seriously). 3/16 @ Bar 96
Jen: Madi Diaz. The musician went to Berklee College of Music, and she’s now signed and living in Nashville, but she still hasn’t really been heard yet. 3/17 @ St. David’s Bethell Hall
#6
Drew: Wayne Kramer. All I know about the Motor City 5 frontman is that he’s been supervising music for Eastbound and Down (and doing a damn good job of it). A must for any motherfuckers who wanna see the jams kicked out! 3/16 @ Swan Dive
Jen: **Cloud Nothings. Watch the young, Waldo-looking lead singer awe the crowd. 3/15 @ 512 Rooftop
#5
Drew: Jimmy Cliff. Another legend, and a good chance to fire up that spliff and eat some BBQ. 3/17 @ The Stage on Sixth Patio
Jen: Suckers. Always a solid live band. The group’s new album Candy Salad is due out in April. 3/14 @ The Stage on Sixth Patio
#4
Drew: **Daniel Johnston and Friends. Who knows how long any of us will have the chance to see Johnston perform…with friends no less! 3/13 @Belmont
Jen: **Das Racist. The abundantly entertaining rap threesome is something you just have to see at some point in your life, especially when you’re partying. 3/15 @ Empire Auto & Club 606
#3
Drew: Skrillex. C’mon…who isn’t intrigued? 3/15 @ The Main
Jen: Watch Cymbals Eat Guitars‘ Joe D’Agostino as he belts into the mic and shreds nostalgic riffs. 3/16 @ The Studio by HGTV
#2
Drew: Tenacious D. I interviewed **Kyle Gass when he was working on his musical project Trainwreck. Should be fun to see Tenacious D back in action again. 3/15 @ Haven
Jen: Bear in Heaven. These dudes have their new album out now, so they’ll be playing loads of new material. Lead singer Jon Philpot is so excellent live. The event is free and open to the public. 3/15 @ Flamingo Cantina
#1
Drew: Jesus and Mary Chain, my “White Whale” of concerts. The year I don’t go to Coachella, they play. The year I don’t do SXSW, they play. By all means, my #1 with a bullet. 3/15 @ Belmont
Jen: **Emperor X. I don’t think there’s a musician out there quite as underrated as Emperor X. It seems as if every show is his best show. There’s no doubt in my mind that his SXSW performances will be any different. 3/14 @ The Hideout
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Written by Jen Brown and Drew Fortune (written for The Onion’s AV ClubLA Weekly and Chicago Sun-Times).






In addition, The Mango Nebula would fancy:

Quilt,
Youth Lagoon,
Za!,
Grimes,
The Men,
and it would be worth it to check out The Magnetic Fields and Built to Spill, even just to say you saw them once.

But to emphasize:
EMPEROR X!
EMPEROR X!!
EMPEROR X!!!

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Tuesday, March 06, 2012

An Evening with Mr. M and The Great Lambchopsby

www.lambchop.net

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The strings swelled as he sat at the piano with his back to an audience that was chatting quietly around candle lit tables. He readjusted his top hat, stroked his moustache, and then rested his fingers on the keys. I was expecting Sinatra when he started playing, but he lazily exuded, “Don’t know what the fuck they talk about…” It seemed as if his voice were foamier that the overly frothy beer that was leaving circles on the top of the old wooden piano. Still, there was something sweet about the gentle vulgarity. His soothing nonsensical words spoke about his coughing grandfather and coffee makers and whether or not he should talk about seagulls. Then he then cued an imaginary flute section that only he grooved along to, because only he could hear it.

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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Emperor X, Music Scientist Ph.D and Transdimensional Explorer

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Some records have lyrics so ambiguously specific that one can’t help but notice hints of a storyline or something that ties all the mysterious pieces together. Such albums inspire listeners to spin the record endlessly, trying to decode the messages into some kind of concrete interpretation or narrative. Emperor X's latest album Western Teleport (Bar/None) is a perfect example.

It only makes sense considering their creator Chad Matheny’s own sci-fi affinity for imagining alternate realities. The concept is omnipresent in every aspect of his music. For fourteen years, Emperor X has been releasing independent records and going on guerilla tours across the US. He’s even in another dimension when it comes to promotion and marketing, as he has been burying demo cassettes all across the country for a number of years now.

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