Thursday, May 14, 2009

About


Mango Nebula.
hanging music on the walls

A song is as much a work of art as a painting hanging in a museum. There's a certain beauty to crafting a perfectly infectious pop melody as there is to channeling reality shattering experimental noise. When a group of people form a band, they don't create a troupe of musicians or a brand. The lyrics, sound, album art and video that a group produces spawns an entire universe full of moods, characters, ideas and philosophies, whether its members intended to or not. The Mango Nebula is a gallery intended to capture and communicate that universe to a reader with a few words (a lot of words usually) and a bit of poetic flare dripping with sarcasm.




The words are all by Lee Stepien
I attended Emerson College from 2005-2009 with Bachelor of Fine Arts in Writing, Literature and Publishing.
From 2008-2009, I wrote articles as a journalist with the radio station 88.9FM WERS.
Since 2009, I've also written articles for the Boston initiative, Artist's Advocacy.
Beginning in 2010, I've contributed articles to the Northeast edition of Performer Magazine.
This portfolio includes those works, some created with no association to anything and some bits of my stream of consciousness.

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The music appearing in this blog is property of the artists and is intended as samples only. Please support these musicians by buying their LPs, t-shirts, mouse pads and kaleidoscopes, so that they can keep eating and inspiring us with awe.
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Festival Review :: Coachella - Los Angeles, CA, Sunday, April 19th, 2009

After deciding the week of the festival that I should probably buy a ticket to Coachella, I began scouring craigslist. It was nearly impossible to find any for Friday, which was a shame, because it meant I couldn’t see Conor Oberst, Leonard Cohen, Paul McCartney, M. Ward, The Black Keys and more. The most tickets offers I found were for Sunday, which was surprising as it had the second best line-up. I ended up buying a ticket from a fifteen year old kid in Encino for cheap. Thanks kid whose name I don’t remember! A quick drive to Empire Polo Field in Indio and I was ready to bake in the heat. If you went to the right stages, the day carried the theme of an ear bleeding noise-fest.

Los Angeles is spoiled, because if you miss one No Age show, the natives are bound to be playing again next month. Downtown hosts The Smell, which is the art-noise and No Age center of the universe. The front of the venue proudly wears the band’s name and title of their first compilation record “Weirdo Rippers,” as it was the cover photo. The Mojave hosted the only mosh pit I saw that day as No Age trippingly thrashed three chord tantrums all over the stage. Guitarist Randy Randall tossed his luscious sweaty locks about as he jumped around or waded into the crowd or leaped off his amp. As Drummer and vocalist Dean Allen Spunt pounded at his ripped up kit, he repped a New Image Art t-shirt from their show at the West Hollywood gallery a couple of months earlier. For their last song Randall tossed the green dinosaur piñata that had been adorning the stage in the air, beating it into the crowd with his guitar where it was promptly torn limb from limb.

Okkervil River was inconveniently lined up at the same time as Shepherd Fairey. I really wanted to find out what Mr. Fairey could be doing on stage for an hour, live art or otherwise. ‘Literary’ is the go to word branded on Okkervil River when reviewers are feebly attempting to describe them. It makes sense, the round glasses and button up shirt tucked into dark slacks made singer and guitarist Will Sheff look like a literature professor. Oh yeah, it’s not all about their look, they’ve also got encyclopedia sized narrative lyrics and the band takes their name from Russian author Tatyana Tolstaya. The Texas natives felt right at home in the Indio desert, encircled by palm trees, mountains and a bleary sun. Shraff’s hollow meandering vocals guided the set from the jumpy “Unless it’s Kicks” to the slow strum of the lovely female guitarist Lauren Gurgiolo on “Plus Ones.”

For the next couple of hours, the only bands to watch were the appropriately named Lupe Fiasco or the K’breaded K’Naan. The absence of any captivating set to watch had me puking into the grass. Then again, that could’ve been a bad chicken sandwich I had for lunch. After that, there was a wailing match between Peter Bjorn and John and Anthony and the Johnsons. and.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs exploded onto the stage, singer Karen O glitteringly sober in her gold plated dress. A giant eyeball with sparkly plastic explosions hung behind the band. Their set decorations reflected the docility and high production of their newest album. However, Miss O proved she could still manically thrash about and scream on songs like the b-side epic “Countdown.” Guitarist Nick Zinner and drummer Brian Chase showed that they haven’t lost any vigor since their first album. Then they played the droll “Zero”…

Taking the noise throne as night descended was My Bloody Valentine. The lighting behind them brought the pink and black of 1991’s Loveless to life, blinding, blurring and blending musician into instrument into the abstract visuals on the screen behind them. Loveless was characterized by riotous riffs and drowning vocals with eerie and unmistakable, albeit indistinguishable, guitar and vocal melodies. The band likewise brought their music to life a grand cacophonous scale. The music flowing with the lights out into the crowd to drown them in noise. The only downside was that the band got so loud at times it all buzzed into one, like ambient television static, particularly for those close to the stage. There were also melodic meditations. Scruffy guitarist and vocalist Kevin Sheilds was poised and zen-like through tunes like the methodical “Only Shallow.” Wearing a red dress and cardigan, the sweet Bilinda Butcher sang most of the songs while playing guitar and looked like she would fit in just as well as a mother of three in the sixties.

My Bloody Valentine sure has a sense of humor. The bridge of their last song “You Made Me Realize” was the climax of dissonance for their set. Guitarists strummed as loud and as quickly as they could and the drummer beat a crashing rhythm into the kit. This went on for at least fifteen minutes. I’m not even exaggerating. People covered their ears and walked away as the droning wall of sound made even your blood vibrate to the point where you thought it would turn into gelatin and ooze out of your pores. It went on for far too long, tried the audience’s patience and was hilarious. When they decided they were good and finished, they bounced right back into the chorus to finish out the song.

Some people stayed and cried all through The Cure’s set. I wasn’t one of them.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Feature :: Ace Enders and A Million Different People - T.T. The Bear's Place, Boston, MA, 2007

The shadows cast on Ace Enders in the dim back room of T.T. The Bear’s Place in Cambridge make the bags under his eyes seem to crawl down his face. Behind the walls of instrument cases and gig bags that surround Enders, a member from Steel Train pops in to grab a guitar and then runs back on stage to play his next song. Enders Yawns. He’s been traveling for hours in a van with his wife, Jenn and he’s exhausted. Trying to revolutionize the music industry will do that to a twenty five year old.

When he was nineteen in New Jersey, Enders started the pretty pop punk outfit, The Early November. They built a strong fan following, releasing two EPs, a full length album and a triple disc LP, but the band went on an indefinite hiatus in March of 2007. Enders’ new project is called Ace Enders and a Million Different People. The name disregards brevity like the introspective, acoustic favored solo album from 2004, I Can Make a Mess Like Nobody’s Business.

Being the creative force behind The Early November’s lyrics and instrumentation, Enders is used to doing things independently. He recorded the acoustic EP the band released in 2002 by himself and wrote his solo album three months after The Early November’s first release, The Room’s Too Cold.

The mission statement for I Can Make a Mess posted on the band’s website was about getting back to the beginning and trying to do things a little differently. “I wanted to go back to the time when the only thing that mattered was the music and not all of the other messy things that come with it,” Enders says. Now, four years later, he really is starting over and finding that his biggest problem is being broke. “After The Early November ended, we all thought that we would be able to get a little bit of money to start our own new things,” Enders sighs. “It turns out that we were left pretty much where we started.”

Enders' focus is now on the music more than ever. His previous bands have gained him firsthand experience with the problems in the industry and the freshly blooming digital medium. “There is a huge miscommunication between bands, fans and the industry. There’s no respect at all for anything,” Enders says, shaking his head. “So many fans steal records and so many bands make records to be big and just want people to buy them.”

Enders' attempt to resolve the problem is an organization he started with his wife, Jenn, called The Sound of Evolution. When it’s mentioned Enders eyes light up and his tone changes, “Ah, The Sound of Evolution! That’s my favorite little project right now.” It is an amalgamation already hundreds strong of bands, people, labels and other groups that agree on the organization’s mission statement. Thesoundofevolution.com outlines its goals, which include creating an alternate form of distribution and compensation, attempting to grant artistic control to the songwriters and to build a respectful relationship between artists and fans.

“It’s going to be basically the same idea that Radiohead had,” Enders says. “Donating for records and picking your own price and stuff like that.” Unfortunately, due to contract and financial restraints, Enders has to release an album through his old label, Drive-Thru. “Obviously, I’m not as big as Radiohead, so it wouldn’t have been as big of an impact at all,” Enders says as he rips the label off of the water bottle he holds, “A little band like myself would not have been able to stay afloat doing that.”

His solution: do both. He already has one eight track album available for download on Fuse’s website called The Secret Wars. He plans to release another before his new record, When I Hit the Ground, hits stores next year.

“This new record is going to have wrapped up in it everything that every other record tried to say,” Enders says. Through the whispering, wailing laments and infections melodies of the songs he’s already released, his lyrics reflect what he is going through now, starting all over. “It was like everything I had invested my life into in the past six years went away and left me with nothing pretty much,” Enders fidgets and pops the plastic of the water bottle.

One of the ways Enders is trying to actualize the relationship to his fans is by letting them pick what songs he’ll play. Using pickrset.com, fans can vote for their favorites before a show and Enders reviews it when making his set list. “The hard part is not knowing all the songs that I have,” Enders says. “Like Early November b-sides that never made it onto any Early November record and that we’ve never ever played. People call them out during shows and I have no idea.”

Ace Enders has a million different projects. In addition to his records and The Sound of Evolution, Enders has other aspirations. Such as Regular Music, his own independent record label. His intention is to give artists all the control and allow them to make a living just being artists, without having to conform to a certain sound or role. There are currently three bands on Regular, Peter Nischt, Nothing Ever Stays and One Two Three Four.

“It’s extremely had starting up a label, especially when you don’t have any money,” Enders says. He can’t even put his own band on that label as he is still contractually obligated with Drive-Thru Records from when he was in The Early November. Enders is okay with the situation, “I wouldn’t want to leave Drive-Thru anyway, because they’ve been very kind to me and I’m happy with our relationship.”

Enders has also built, by hand, a studio for Regular Music in the basement of a shopping center. It’s called Pink Space. He works as a producer when he isn’t busy with his other projects.

After the interview, Enders takes the stage and all the stress and exhaustion seems to be lifted from him. He plays the songs his fans have picked with as much charisma and intimacy as he did with The Early November. He took suggestions from the crowd, playing “Sunday Drive,” a slightly obscure, yet fan favorite. He didn’t even have trouble remembering how to play it.

www.aceenders.com

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Wednesday, May 13, 2009

The Motion Sick, November 7th, 2007

October, 2007


Listening to The Motion Sick, unsigned Boston indie rockers, is like digging up a grave to find a clown buried inside. Both the lyrical content and musical arrangement contrasts a haunting sensation with childlike euphoria. The Motion Sick comfortably blends bright and dark moods and themes, juxtaposing the playful and the poignant. They’ll have you dancing while conceptualizing fate.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Bon Iver Live at the Wilbur Theatre, Boston, MA, December 15th, 2008

Last night, Bon Iver’s wintery falsettos ricocheted off the chandeliers and vaulted ceiling of the Wilbur Theatre. The bluesy southern acoustic act The Tallest Man on Earth opened the show.

When songwriter and vocalist Justin Vernon stepped out of the darkness, guitars, drums and electronic equipment littered the stage. Each musician performed multiple duties throughout the set; Vernon was boxed in by a rack of guitars, a synth, microphone and amp. Mike Noyce played guitar and beat a floor tom, Sean Carey was poised behind a drum set and played acoustic and Matt McCon picked up the bass line as well as drums. They all joined their voices together for the four part harmony that appeared in most songs. The group is exactly what you would picture them to look like from the music’s sound: weathered, winter cap wearing lumberjacks with gnarled hair and beards.

The intro noise and wailing falsettos to the first song “Lump Sum” was longer, building anticipation before the lights came up and those three repeated down stroke chords started.

Vernon pulled out the steel guitar for the unmistakable twang of the romantic crowd favorite, “Skinny Love.” It showed off the band’s ability to be unconventional as they experimented with random notes and played the guitar in ways it wasn’t meant to be played, such as above the fret board or below the bridge.

The band then transitioned into two songs from the newly released “Blood Bank.” The EP is only available now on 45 rpm vinyl, a speed Vernon connoted by saying, “that just means its cooler.” The songs come from the same sessions as the album For Emma, Forever Ago so he could appropriately say, “These are old songs, but I guess they’re new to you.” Vernon played the repetitious heartbreaking keys for “Babys” and Carey stepped from behind the drum kit to play nylon acoustic for the whimpering and trudging along “Beach Baby.”

“Creature Fear” showed the band at more improvisation. As one of the heavier songs, they took the chance to rock out towards the end. For “The Wolves (Act I and II)” Vernon said the song would only sound right with the audience’s participation. They followed the crescendo of the line “what might have been lost.” Then at the end of the song, Vernon requested them to scream as loud as possible, because as he said, “It’s not often that you get to scream bloody murder before Christmas, so you should just go for it.” It didn’t sound like screams however, but yowling moans and bawling yelps that echoed off the theatre like a frosty cavern.

For the encore, the band played the marching snowy tryst story “Blood Bank,” also from the new EP. As the song bloomed into improvisation, Vernon borrowed a trick from the grunge and art/noise scenes by kneeling in front of his amp and playing with the feedback from his electric guitar and effects pedals.Vernon said that this would be the last time the band would be in Boston for a while. Hopefully that means they’ll be recording again soon. Bon Iver makes their way back to Wisconsin this month before heading to Australia in January.

www.boniver.org

~Lee Stepien


Posted at WERS.org on December 15, 2008
Photography by A. Grant

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Concert Review :: Ben Kweller - The Paradise, Boston, MA, October 16th, 2008


Boston means a lot to Ben Kweller. It’s the place where he met his wife and he paid it tribute last night during his show at the Paradise. At the end of “Things I Like to Do,” Kweller substituted the nightclub’s name for the lyrics ‘noisy bar.’

Aussie Lawrence Greenwood of Whitley opened the show with just an acoustic guitar, a mellow voice and large, round, black glasses.

The set started with Kweller’s catchiest tunes like “Fight.” The whole band got into it, Kweller on his acoustic, backed by a bass, lap steel and drums. He dedicated “Family Tree” to his wife and baby boy who were in the balcony. His son was standing on the railing in his mother’s arms wearing a giant pair of earmuffs.

Kweller played a few new songs from the forthcoming Changing Horses, out in January 2009. One of them was “Sawdust Man,” a jumpy tune which Kweller played piano for and another band member sat Kweller’s acoustic guitar in his lap and played it with a slide piece like a lap steel.

Towards the end of the show Kweller played some crowd pleasers, everyone singing along to “I’ll kill you with karate I learned in Japan.” He created a large gathering that night, the club full of everyone from college students to middle-aged bar hoppers.


Kweller returns to Mass with Conor Oberst in November at the Academy of Music in Northampton.


www.kweller.net

~Lee Stepien

Posted at WERS.org on October 17, 2008
Photography by A. Grant

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Music Tapes Live at the Church, Boston, MA, October 12th, 2008

There’s a line outside of The Church Nightclub down the block. Fans are waiting patiently for the doors to open so they can see The Music Tapes and the rest of the Elephant Six Orchestra form Athens, Georgia. It’s taking longer than expected, because an unusual microphone set up has to be used for the singing saw, Magnus organ, tuba, clarinet, violin, two drum sets, and of course the standard guitars and basses. They also have to set up the projector and screen for the evening’s short film. It’ll be worth the wait, because this show will be one of the most unique concert experiences those fans will see in a while.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Mount Eerie Live at Mass Art's Pozen Center, Boston, MA, September 27th, 2008

The best kept secret last Saturday was a Mount Eerie show. Trying to find Mass Art’s Pozen Center where the show was held proved to be puzzling even to the Mass Art students smoking on the street. For a show with such a unique atmosphere and hypnotizing performances, it was tricky to find out anything about the show as it wasn’t even publicized on the school’s web site.

Following a hand written sign, past the large tower building, a couple of dumpsters and through a side door, was the venue. Despite its hidden location, one step inside the auditorium hushed the onlooker with its glowing hardwood floors and huge light riggings hanging in front of the classical molding on the ceilings. For such a large space, the music was intimate while sounding full and having a distant natural reverb.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Conor Oberst and The Mystic Valley Band Live at the Bowery Ballroom, New York, NY, August 12, 2008

Conor Oberst was once a bashful little boy, whispering and wailing his darkest secrets into the microphone while hiding behind an acoustic guitar. His recent tour to support the album Conor Oberst showed him with a new poise and vigor, stomping and strumming (occasionally stumbling over to pet keyboardist Nate Walcott’s hair) and more comfortable than ever before, singing his new country folk songs. It was his escapist attitude that led him to Topaztlan, Mexico to record a self titled traveling album. For an hour and a half on August 12 at the Bowery Ballroom in the Bright Eyes Mecca, New York City, the audience escaped with him too.

The set was split evenly between upbeat do-si-does, the audience actually dancing to “I Don’t Want to Die (In a Hospital)” and “Get-Well-Cards,” and intimate moments as during “Eagle on a Pole” and “Milk Thistle.” In between songs, sipping Miller Lite and a mysterious black liquid from a plastic cup on top of an old tube amp, Oberst would thank everyone profusely. He thanked the audience and The Evangelicals, the crashing noise opener with soaring solos and Jeff Buckley-esque vocals. Each of his mumbles of gratitude was met with even louder shouts of thanks from the audience.

Unfortunately for Bright Eyes fans, no ‘covers’ filled up the set. Instead, Conor took that chance to give the spotlight to his band mates. Taylor Hollingsworth played “Central City” off his record Bad Little Kitty. Guitarist Nik Freitas played “Sun Down” from his recent record with the same name. Even bassist Macey Taylor got to sing the first half of the droopy Harry Nilson cover “Everybody’s Talking.” All the while drummer Jason Boesel was keeping the rhythm and providing backup vocals.

After the critics had been giving him the Dylan nod for quite some time, Oberst finally addressed it in “Clairaudients,” the first track off the last Bright Eyes record, Cassadaga. It was a bit of well penned sarcarsm, “Would you agree times have changed?” This side project has Oberst inching closer to the legend and his band with not only the name of the project, the arrangement and the sound, but also for the fact that they covered a song Dylan played, “Corina, Corina.” The bluesy rock and roll bounce was fresh for Conor and, as he may be trying to do with the Dylan comparison, he made the song his own by adding lyrics like, “You’re way out there in Toluca and I’m trapped in Topaztlan.”

The Mystics played four songs that didn’t make the record. “Synasthete” had a riotous intro that was infused with noise and feedback for an eerie, psychedelic, dissonant jam. They also played the unfiltered rock of “Gentleman’s Pact” and the newer synth heavy plea, “I Got the Reason #2.”

Oberst took the keyboards to end the set with “Breezy” and the intensity felt after a lost loved one was still worn into Oberst’s voice. The song is about Sabrina Duim, a friend and harpist for Bright Eyes who died in January 2007. The set ended not so much with a jam, but an agonized and defeated randomization of notes. The band played whatever they could hit, Hollingsworth exploring the length of the fret board with a lighter as a slide piece and Oberst sweeping his hands across the keys.

Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band continue touring in the UK until late September. They’ll be back in New York at Terminal 5 in November.

Set list:
1. Sausalito
2. Get-Well-Cards
3. Eagle on a Pole
4. Central City
5. Cape Canaveral
6. Danny Callahan
7. Gentleman’s Pact
8. I Got the Reason #2
9. Corrina, Corrina
10. Lenders in the Temple
11. Synasthete
12. I Don’t Want to Die (in a Hospital)
Encore:
14. Sun Down
15. Everybody's Talking
16. NYC – Gone, Gone
17. Souled Out!!!
18. Breezy

www.conoroberst.com

~Lee Stepien

Published at WERS.org on August 16, 2008
Photography by Erina Uemura

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Fleet Foxes Live at Middle East Upstairs, Boston, MA, July 14th, 2008


Fleet Foxes has quickly garnered much attention since their first release earlier this year. Their show last night at the Middle East Upstairs had been sold out for weeks, so it was no surprise to overhear “shouldn’t they be playing the Downstairs?” which is the bigger venue. However, an intimate setting proved perfect for the foxes as their old folk sound, earthen lyrics and a heard of vocal harmonies turned the night club into an overgrown mountain pass.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Concert Review :: Say Anything - The Avalon, Boston, MA, May 3rd, 2007

The crowd’s ovation embraced Max Beamis, lead of Say Anything, like a drunken messiah with reasonable right, as he wrote every instrumentation for their abrasively honest debut album, ..Is a Real Boy. Now rising on their MTV escalator ascent to fame, Say Anything bounced and wailed through their short, one hour co-headlining tour with Saves the Day. The character of their live show mimicked their music, absurdly serious while at the same time candidly playful. The defining moment of Say Anything’s dichotomy was clear when Max, for unknown reasons, randomly threw up his middle finger to someone in the balcony and immediately retracted it with childlike embarrassment with his other hand, apologizing and sending his love into the crowd.

The seemingly always coupled ‘Belt’ and ‘Woe’ were performed with belching mellowness and fury, the breakdown of ‘Belt’ revealing stagnant mercenaries within everyone present as Max handed the mic to the masses and crowd surfers in front of him eager to assemble, chanting after him ‘what say you and all your friends step up to my friends in the alley tonight.’ The set marched on with the rarely played ‘Metal Now,’ from the bonus EP …Was a Real Boy. The band blessed the crowed with the freshly crafted hymn , ‘People like You Are Why People like Me Exist’ from their ellipsis lugging upcoming album, ...In Defense of the Genre. The new song, much like their set list, suggests Say Anything has adopted a slightly formulaic structure for success, only slightly challenging convention yet still delivering the delicious Say Anything sound that the crowd was eager to devour.

The ringtone to ‘Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too’ rang out for a half minute signaling the start of their encore. They returned in full force with the vehemence of their new single behind them lauding the stupidity of love. They finished their short set with the ranting ‘Admit it!!!’ more accusatory than ever. The show captured an honest and brutal energy, but whether Say Anything will be the band to infiltrate the clear channel corrupted, MTV overproduced music system from the inside or whether the self-confessed (in the jacket of ...Is a Real Boy) rock star ego of Beamis will force them to conform to its standards for success is yet to be determined.

Set list:
Alive With The Glory of Love
Belt
Woe
Metal Now
People like You are why People like Me Exist
The Futile
Yellow Cat/Red Cat
Every Man Has a Molly
Encore:
Wow, I Can Get Sexual
Admit It!!!

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Concert Review :: Modest Mouse - Lupos, Providence, RI, May 2nd, 2007

Any song by Modest Mouse reveals the band’s unconventional style. Flowing bipolar vocals, catchy ethereal guitar and soft yet abrasive beats create an irresistibly bizarre sound. Everything about their live show echoes this same curious style. Their two openers were given an hour each to do whatever they wanted. The second opener, Man Man, is exactly the kind of band you would expect Modest Mouse to ally with. Their look, first off, was nothing close to that of a rock star. They were ugly, portly with long greasy and curly hair in matching white uniforms with face paint under their eyes like their microphones had been placed on the goal line of some imaginary football game. A small setup with keyboards and drums up front facing one another and three mics behind who’s owners were brandished with unusual instruments like blow pianos. These are essential small, handheld keyboards with a mouthpiece at one end held, played like a clarinet. A guitar seemed to be an optional instead of essential addition to the arrangement. Combined with the sporadic vocals, the whole set challenged the convention of what a band should look like and how music should be composed.

Looming in the background of both opening bands were several black stands that branched out like the arms of some PVC tree, each limb carrying a lantern. Before Modest Mouse emerged from backstage, they began to glow like miniature lighthouses, guiding the audience’s eyes to the stage. An appropriate choice for their nautically themed new album, We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank. The usual bassist, Eric Judy, was unexplainably absent from the stage, but Brandon Angle from Love As Laughter took up his duties. The band began with a pulse pounding performance of ‘Bury Me With It’ and then passed into ‘Paper Thin Walls’ from The Moon and Antarctica, proving two things; the new guitarist, Johnny Marr (formerly of The Smiths), a wise addition as he could accurately thrash through their old material and the mouse hadn’t forgotten about the fans they made when they weren’t nationally popular.

The vocalist, Isaac Brock, was stationary for the whole performance, with few words in between songs. There was an ancillary mic set up that was distorted to mimic the megaphone effects that are present in the vocals on many of the recorded versions of the songs. Its presence made it clear that this was a band that strived for an intriguing and accurate live performance. The demeanor of the musicians especially Brock was intense and serious. Towards the end of ‘Florida,’ halfway through the set, Brock stopped short because someone in the front of the crowd had been hurt. He let out a resounding “What the fuck is going on here?” almost agitated that he had been interrupted.

Old favorites were served up with new ferocity, like the extended versions of ‘Trailer Trash’ and ‘Doin’ The Cockroach.’ The latter was probably most impressive as it was almost double the length of the version present on The Lonesome Crowded West. The band performed their best new songs, including ‘Education,’ ‘Little Motel,’ and ‘Missed the Boat,’ but the best part of the show was the antique encore. They began with ‘Dramamine,’ which had lyrics from ‘Life Like Weeds’ spliced into it and then transitioned into ‘Breakthrough.’ Both tracks are from This is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About, the band’s first album and songs only true fans would know. They finished the show with the already long ‘Spitting Venom,’ by extending it to add portions of ‘I Came as a Rat.’ As the lanterns faded and the house lights came on, Modest Mouse had made it clear that they were the same band that had played small clubs in Issaquah all those years ago.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Brand New Live at the Avalon, Boston, MA, April 24th 2007

The minute lead singer Jesse Lacey stepped out to the microphone to accompany the opener, Manchester Orchestra, any suspicions that Brand New is a tragedy factory riding the current trend of sin surplussed musicians were banished from the stage. He was unshaven, donning a dirty white t-shirt and a black beanie that seemed the attire of a crazy hobo more than a hipster or a rock star. Jesse’s words few and his actions subtle, seeming to suggest he was possessed likewise. It almost appeared as if he hadn’t noticed the crowd of adoring fans, but thought he was back in a basement on Long Island playing music for and with friends. His guitar and voice came from another world inside his own head, the torture within his lyrics immediately legitimized. At one point Jesse lay down on an overturned drum, supine and playing guitar for the ceiling.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Feature :: Apollo Sunshine in studio


The psychedelic Apollo Sunshine came to trip out the studio, playing songs off their new record Shall Noise Upon.

The band blew into “Breeze” for their first song, which is driven by a twinkling harp, no guitar at all, and twin heaving vocals, sounding like Bob Dylan in a dystopian future.

Guitarist and multi-instrumentalist Sam Cohen was boxed in behind an autoharp and a pedal steel. After the first song he was meticulously tuning and plucking each instrument. As he did, bassist Jesse Gallagher, wearing a tattered bright green sweater tied at the neck in a bow, kept things interesting with silly banter. Jeremy Black sat behind the drum kit, eager and patient.

Although the band appeared as a three piece, the album features many other guests including Gallagher’s father on vocals. “It’s been pretty hard to reproduce live” Black said.

The next tune, "Honestly," felt as if someone gave folk singers an autoharp and a distortion pedal. The warped pedal steel soared and wobbled out of the song’s bridge, which made it seem as if the acid had kicked in for Simon and Garfunkel.

Cohen dusted off the electric for the last song and while he was tuning it, Gallagher began talking about the possible conspiracy of global warming, with which Cohen and Black flatly disagreed. Appropriately, the band then played “Singing to the Earth.” The song ended with the warped pedal steel, expertly improvised by Cohen.

Despite Gallagher’s skepticism, the band is environmentally conscious. They’ve been touring in a short blue school bus that has a converted vegetable oil engine.

You can see Apollo Sunshine pull up in their little blue bus at the Middle East on October 30th.

www.apollosunshine.com

~Lee Stepien

Published at WERS.org on October 15, 2008
Photography by Ross Dallas

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Feature :: Anne Heaton in studio

Anne Heaton came into the studio today to sing us her lullabies that sound like a sunset on a warm summer day.

Like one of her influences, Tori Amos, Heaton is a classically trained pianist. “When I first started playing, I played super busy, because it was hard to transition from classical piano to writing your own songs.” Heaton says. “It’s harder to get comfortable with just space.” Heaton did get comfortable with her music however, even if she thinks it is “overly spacious.” The ballads have a slow and glowing sound that rings and whispers.

Heaton began with “You Heart”, a song with a pretty melody with a playful and childlike spirit. Before the piano kicked in on “Where Your Scar Is” Heaton’s vocals were complimented only by Dave Godowsky’s acoustic guitar, which accompanied Heaton the entire set. The third song, “Pieces of Me”, Heaton says was told “from the perspective of a younger person looking at a grandfather or father and carrying the love for them through all their relationships.” Heaton finished the song with her eyes closed and head lowered. After the chords rang out she pushed her hair out of her face and smiled, welcoming more questions.

Her new album, Blazing Red, is to be released sometime in the fall. It was recorded in Somerville at Q-Division studios and WERS’s own Colin Gallager assisted its production. It was the first time that Heaton had recorded live in the studio, which she says gave the album a really nice feel. The idea for the record spawned from the title track that Heaton wrote on an airplane back from Florida. “I think I have this vision that in your life you can play a lot of different roles or things can change, but there’s always a core that’s powerful, whether it’s your heart or your soul, that you can kind of connect to and weather the changes in your life.”

On Saturday, June 21, Heaton will be playing at Club Passim. The show starts at 8 p.m., but those who show up earlier will get a unique Anne Heaton concert experience that includes mini-massages and tarot readings.

www.anneheaton.com

~Lee Stepien

Published at WERS.org on June 13, 2008
Photography by Alison Klien

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Music Tapes :: For Clouds and Tornadoes



Julian Koster has explained his main project The Music Tapes as ‘post cards from his imaginary world.’ If this is true then their latest album For Clouds and Tornadoes was post marked nine years ago. That’s how long it’s been since the band released 1st Imaginary Symphony for Nomad.

The new album is a lo-fi journey into the wintery shallows of Koster’s mind. It is much more accessible than 1st Imaginary, which was characterized by experiments in sound and noise, audio clips cut together and storytelling, all blended in song. For Clouds and Tornadoes is reminiscent of Koster’s work with Neutral Milk Hotel, however the band is in no way trapped in the shadow of Jeff Mangum and stands by itself amazingly well. The only darkness looming over The Music Tapes is that of the sonic tornado Koster has created.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Conor Oberst and The Mystic Valley Band





The folk swagger and lyrical imagery of Conor Oberst and The Mystic Valley Band may cause ancient magic, UFOs, and Quetzalcoatl, the feathered Aztec serpent-sky-and-almighty-creator God, to emerge from your speakers. That's probably because the record was recorded in Tepoztlan, Mexico, a place famous for those three things and the locus of Oberst’s most recent vision quest. He and his bandmates lived and built a studio there in four adobe-like houses complete with ceramic tile floors.

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Album Review :: My Morning Jacket - Evil Urges



















2005’s Z gained My Morning Jacket indie super-cred with its experimental style, spacey synth and spiritual tone. After four reverb loaded albums, My Morning Jacket has reinvented themselves with something that sounds more like rock and folk from the sixties and seventies. This ain’t your hipster daddy’s My Morning Jacket.

The cover art immediately contrasts Evil Urges from the previous releases. Instead of surreal and silly surgical birds or crystallized bears, the dark figure surrounded by an opera house and clocklike patterns gives a kind of dark, big brother, martial law tone and its sound is harsher as well. The album takes on the ambitious task of weighing moral ambiguity and trying to portray the subjectivity of good and evil with lines like, “What is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite of what’s right for us?” from "Librarian".

Evil Urges plays to a slightly different audience as the abstraction and absurdity that made their previous efforts so appealing is less of a focus. The reverb and synth isn’t as prevalent and singer Jim James’ smooth whimsical falsetto has morphed into cruel, shrill, high harmonies. The album is more earthbound than ethereal, with fewer jam sessions and a lot more solos.

The band said that they were trying to emulate live performances and the mood is drastically different. Instead of being set in a long winding tunnel, it sounds like it's set on the stages of Bonnaroo or Coachella. With this direction and the following they’ve maintained, My Morning Jacket is likely to become a festival classic among the ranks of Phish and Dave Matthew’s Band.

Some songs on the album have gone through a time warp from decades ago. "I’m Amazed" feels like Aerosmith, "Sec’ Walking" channels James Taylor and “Aluminum Park" would make The Rolling Stones proud. Each song has a distinct twist that keeps it cohesive with the rest of the album.

The standout track is "Librarian" as one of the band’s few narrative songs. It is a story about a young man’s lusty affair with a librarian, very reminiscent of the tale of Mrs. Robinson, except without that whole adultery thing. The song has a Simon and Garfunkel feel with twinkling acoustic and sweet vocals. Meandering through social commentary are lyrics like, “Ramble up the stairwell to the hall of books. Since we got the interweb these hardly get used” and “when God made mirrors he had no idea.” It also makes reference to Karen Carpenter of the seventies band, The Carpenters, who died of complications with anorexia.

The vocals on ‘Smokin’ from Shootin’’ have a very Beatles-esque type of reverb. It opens with a gurgle in the back of James’ throat and a bass line that sounds like the pattering of feet, perhaps running away from said smoking gun. It progresses into a clash of slow crashing metallic riffs and a wailing slide guitar.

The album is bookended by songs that sound uniquely My Morning Jacket. Evil Urges slinks along to James’ ridiculous and irresistible falsetto. "Touch Me I’m Going to Scream Part I" is a provoking love song about forced sex and bondage, but reversed, about a victim who is going to scream if he isn’t touched.

Touch Me Part II has a techno beat, ethereal electronic blips and repetitive piano chords that makes it feel like it is set in a club, before the screaming incident. The song leads to the end of the album as the piano and bass’ tempo slowly decreases for almost a full two minutes. My Morning Jacket won’t let the album just fade away, as ‘Good Intentions’ finally delivers this scream that the listener has been hearing so much about.

Mango Nebula favorite from this artist:
My Morning Jacket - Z
www.mymorningjacket.com

~Lee Stepien
Published at WERS.org on June 10, 2008

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

The Black Keys :: Attack and Release



A collaboration between The Black Keys, low-fi indie rock enthusiasts, and Ike Turner, wife Tina, isn’t too off-matched. Throw electronic, hip hop, mash up ‘auteur’ Danger Mouse in as producer and it might be strange. This was the band’s plan before Ike Turner’s unexpected passing on December 12th last year. Although he isn’t on the new album, Turner’s presence lingers in the keys' rock and roll sound that he was influential in founding. The songs that the Keys wrote for Ike to hear ended up becoming the groundwork for their new record, with Danger Mouse still attached.

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