Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
"I started dancing just to be around you..."
There's something about Angel Olsen's voice and recording style that are nostalgic for a lost era without sounding like a rip off. There's also something about that moment in the first track, "Unfucktheworld" when the hi-fi vocals kick in that you realize you were taken away somewhere where hi-fi didn't exist and now she's not just singing to you from a broken radio, but also right beside you and whispering into your ear. There are a few good upbeat, fuzzy guitar, kick drum songs, but what was really snagging were the haunting intimate melodies where it's just her and a guitar and me. She's mostly just singing about her lonely broken heart, but she's made it really damn charming. It's the perfect thing to listen to while walking around the little cobblestone backstreets of French city.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
An incredibly verbose album full of stories from deep backwoods Ohio. Mark Kozelek reaches deeper into it's folk roots than other albums, with less obvious hooks and melodies and somehow manages to make rednecks and frying up frog legs charming. The songs don't dance around anything, "Dogs" details all of Kozelek's early sexual encounters, but most of the tunes are stories about death and loss and family. And he loves his Mom and Dad.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Friday, October 11, 2013
Published on thebomberjacket.com
The Traveling Imaginary came to New York City for a few nights in September and for a few hours the third story of a chapel became a gateway to another world. A place somewhere in the imagination of Julian Koster and The Music Tapes crew, outside of space and reality, where time stood still. A carnival full of games and cookies and music and recordings and fantastical characters and magic tricks and stories and dreams.
Since its beginnings, the band has consistently re-imagined the concert experience, and whatever form they take, they are definitely not to be missed. And, the performances are usually free of cost. For several years they’ve been doing caroling tours at Christmas time after being invited to people’s homes for a holiday gathering. They also did a tour performing their unreleased album that was a children’s story and symphony in five movements called, “2nd Imaginary Symphony for Cloudmaking.”
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Friday, August 23, 2013
Bent Shapes has strong connections to the band’s hometown of Boston and the music community there. Listening to the record almost drops you right into the streets, brick buildings everywhere and rats scurrying around corners. They’re the kids that worked behind the counter of the local thrift store, hocking treasures and oddities from lost decades. Or the kids in the coffee shop that you recognize from the basement show the night before and that you have a supremely awkward conversation with, almost as if “Fight Club” rules applied. However, they’re just the same type of socially clumsy dudes that embody the title of their debut LP, Feels Weird.
The project began with guitarist Ben Potrykus writing songs under the name of Girlfriends. The trio, including Supriya Gunda on bass and Andy Sadoway on drums, teamed up (oddly enough) through musical basements and working at thrift stores. On Feels Weird, they all share the microphone with each member singing at least one song. For a few years now, the group has been consistently releasing solid EPs and singles on cassettes and vinyl. Their debut Girlfriends cassette was a group of songs that complemented each other well, recorded in a more lo-fi style that really lent itself to the content of those particular songs. A few of their singles were released as flexible vinyl 7″ discs–translucent squares that appear as if the manufacturer forgot to pop the record out that can be flexed in half (or maybe it’s better to say it could be bent in a plethora of shapes).
Regarding the title, Feels Weird, Gunda says, “It really encapsulates how we are all feeling all the time.” The title was a potential band name, but somehow “Bent Shapes” meant the same thing, which also somehow translates to, “a non-linear arrangement of unshared, lone electrons comprising one angular molecule in a skewed and non-uniform world.” Their songs are full of these juxtaposing things that seem to have nothing to do with one another, but wouldn’t make sense any other way.