Friday, October 11, 2013

THE MUSIC TAPES’ TRAVELING IMAGINARY IN REAL LIFE


Music Tapes Traveling Imaginary


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.”

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Friday, August 23, 2013

Bent Shapes and the Art of Feeling Weird

Bent Shapes

Originally published on thebomberjacket.com.
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).

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Thursday, May 02, 2013

GREG MULLEN AND A TOUR OF COSMIC AMERICA



greg1Published on thebomberjacket.com.
Greg Mullen snubbed out the joint he’d been smoking just as the bus pulled up. He was wearing a cowboy hat with the sides curled in and big white, heart-shaped sunglasses. He was traveling with only a suitcase and a guitar. High and exhausted, he took his seat and the mystical voice of the bus driver came through the speakers. He said, “Let me be the first to welcome you to the future,” and then the image of everything around doubled, splitting apart horizontally into the cyans and magentas of a 3D image. The bus took off, bringing Mullen to a strange and wondrous place hidden somewhere under the surface of the everyday USA.
On Greg Mullen’s second record, There Are AMERICAS Beyond This America by Greg Mullen and the Cosmic American Band, he assumes the role of the “Cosmic American Bus Driver,” musically guiding you through a land you know well but have never seen before. A place where sculpture gardens grow in backyards and your pockets are full of shooting stars, a place where dogs can laugh, a place with devastating 15-foot waves of molasses, a place where Joan of Ark rides the subway with Mr. Clean and Commissioner Gordon, a place where devils hide in the mountains waiting to snatch your tongue, a place where the Seine, the Charles, and the Zambezi rivers converge into one steady trickle, a place where you can digitize the whole experience on social media websites to make your ex-girlfriend jealous…a place called “Cosmic America.”

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Tuesday, April 09, 2013

The Knife :: Shaking the Habitual

  New album from The Knife in stark contrast to their previous work. Check out a behind the scenes comic covering an international conference on how to end extreme wealth.
All you have to pay is attention:

SOME FEELING IN THE BELLIES OF THE TANKERS WHO PASS US MAKING SAD MANIC BONGS LIKE DRUMS
Everybody is always desiring already imagined things.
When we travel between thresholds, people say: “you’re hiding.”
Not everything can be so easily explained.
We have a bellyache, a big stink, a major grouse or two with manufactured knowledge.
But how do you build an album about not knowing?
Now your voice is in my throat, floating there…
Often people take pills for these things.
To us the body is no longer psychological.
It’s certainly not a container, we don’t believe in metaphors.
Like dog/wolf—there aren’t many anymore.
Still at twilight something blurs over your shoulder.
Which is it?
It’s prickly.
Our hair is out.
We have made some decisions.
We want to fail more, act without authority.
Plus there’s something phlegmatic about the world state don’t you think?
There’s a blood system promoting biology as destiny.
A series of patriarchies that’s a problem to the Nth degree.
What about hyper-capitalism, this homicidal class system, the school system that’s kaput?
Then there are castles everywhere—look at them fake tanning and signing autographs!
At least there’s one thing we stand behind.
There’s still an ecosystem right? And here’s this sound system.
We dusted it off. Electronic is just one place in the body. We went temporarily acoustic.
We made our own instruments. We took an old bedspring, a microphone and:
“Stay out here…”
Now we’re bending our voices to sound like Emily R., who recorded the track on her cellphone speaker.
No habits!
There are other ways to do things.
Still sometimes it all seems so bad.
Don’t worry we won’t commit Harakiri, stomach cutting or anything like it.
The honor system is corrupt, just another privilege.
Like how it’s a privilege to make an album, to move freely.
We just have to go faster we mean breakneck we mean “like crazy.”
How at 5am that warehouse beat is coming up like sour steam.
All over the dance floor we’re asking: can this DNA turn into something else?
It’s not metaphorical. It’s explicit.
There are surgeries and fantasies and holes sweating through the wall.
It’s a question about feelings. It’s a question about who gets to risk.
But things don’t change so easily.
There’s still Monsanto, fracking and “terminator seeds.”
Every morning we wake up wondering: who’s kicking who on the street corner?
Now we have to start. We choose process over everything else.
Letting go of outcomes is another privilege.
Keep it lateral.
We ask our friends to help.
Together we leave the village and walk down the road. The light starts exercising itself. The old sun is out in his winter jumpsuit doing sit-ups and squat thrusts between the nettles and moldy brush.
10 more! We say to him. Get shaking!
Our walk gets longer. It’s a walk in the panpipes of the body. We come to the edge. So much water. The ocean is twice its original size. We take a bunch of surveys.They know everything about us. We don’t buy what they say. We take a heap of estrogen. All around us things are howling and then we stand on the pier end. The light is pink and green and pink and green. It reminds us of home—like we imagine it could be. But when the color pancakes out over the horizon, we don’t know what we’re looking at. That’s ok. This time it’s structural.
No habits!
Of course we’re growing restless.












































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Thursday, March 28, 2013

UNIVERS: THERE’S NO FIRE IN SPACE, BUT THERE’S HAIL


Univers Band

Spiraling through atmospheric drone riffs and surf rock, Univers’ guitar melodies sound as if outer space were crashing into the ocean. The guttural vocals hold a strange Joy Division ‘80s vibe, but definitely sound like the droning omnipotence of the Universe itself. So, if you ever had one of those weird moments where it seemed like the universe was trying to communicate with you but you didn’t understand, maybe it’s because the universe speaks Catalan, like Univers. The band comes from Barcelona and their latest EP, called La Pedregada, is a nostalgic blend that perfectly conjures up the city’s dusty back rooms, beach side bars, botellones (the Spanish word for “street drinking”), and late, late nights.

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Friday, December 28, 2012

TBJ’S FAVORITE RECORDS OF 2012: GODSPEED YOU!, GRIZ BEAR, MT. EERIE

Originally published on thebomberjacket.com
There really wasn’t one album from 2012 that owned my ears the same way that Destroyer’s Kaputt and Titus Andronicus’ The Monitor did the last two years. Barring a long-winded tangent about why it’s nonsense for anyone to decide what were the best sounds recorded within a twelve-month period with no criteria whatsoever, suffice it to say that those records were my favorites for two reasons. One, because I enjoyed listening to them to death, and two, because they represented something greater than a collection of ten to fifteen songs. There were a few albums from this year that had a little bit of both of those qualities, but always more of one and a little weak on the other.
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Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Allelujah! Don’t Bend! Ascend!
With Allelujah! Don’t Bend! Ascend!, Godspeed You! Black Emperor captured something contemporary in a way that most people want to call “political,” but which is an inaccurate term for it. As instrumental music with few words to give clues, the record is presented as a bit of a puzzle.In an interview with The Guardian, they said, “figure it out yourself, all the clues are there.”
The biggest hint is probably the title of the first track, “Mladic.” Most reviews of the album I’ve read don’t even mention that Ratko Mladić was the “Butcher of Bosnia,” a military leader wanted for crimes against humanity and genocide. The crimes were “supposedly” committed during the Bosnian War from 1992-1995 until he was captured in 2011. His trial began in May of this year at the international tribunal in the Hauge, Netherlands, but is currently on a six month hiatus because the defense accused the prosecution of failing to disclose certain information. The rest of the puzzle perhaps is unwound in the strange charts and images in the album’s packaging, including the odd triangle that looks strangely similar to a bad early 2000s hard-rock band logo.
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One of the most quotable blips from the aforementioned interview is, “Things are not OK. Music should be about things are not OK, or else shouldn’t exist at all.” While the album’s confusing commentary of modern warfare and human rights is interesting, what’s maybe more interesting is the connection of politics to culture just with the record being a piece of popular media.
godspeed_mapIt’s a similar idea to the insert for their last album, Yanqui U.X.O., which contained a diagram that connected the major record companies to arms manufacturers. The best art of our time will be the stuff that is more than just a collection of pretty songs, but that captures something more about the society and culture.
Yet, while all of this is compelling and gives the listener a lot to think about during those long instrumental expanses, I can only listen to seven minutes of helicopter bagpipes a certain number of times. One, actually. The number of times is one.
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Grizzly Bear - Shields
On the opposite end of the scale, the album I listened to the most this year was Grizzly Bear’s Shields. Yet, most of Grizzly Bear’s appeal has always been that they made “chill,” accessible music. Admittedly by the band themselves in an interview with Pitchfork, Chris Taylor said, “There were lyrics in previous albums that seemed to have no meaning whatsoever. And that always really annoyed me. We agreed it’d be really important and awesome if we could just try and make all the lyrics tell something.”
What they came out with was a personal and introspective album that seems to be a bit of a confessional about the distance between people, particularly the intentional distance. Emotional shields. “A Simple Answer” repeats a mantra that could seem like existentialism at first, with the casual ear tuning into Taylor repeating, “No wrong or right / Just do whatever you like.” Yet, the simple answer is that the mantra is a personal excuse, with one of the preceding lines being, “Move on, let’s face / that all you trust is a cynical phrase.”
Yet, for the most part, the album is just a wonderfully textured piece of music. Part of what can make an album one of your favorites isn’t just pretty music, but the way that the music reaches out into the world and into your life to create situations and memories with people that you care about that you wouldn’t trade for anything. I had the chance to cross seeing Grizzly Bear off of my bucket list at the Pitchfork music festival in Paris, which is one of the things that helped make Shields something more for me. Either way, it’s great to see the band thinking beyond just playing instruments well and it would be even better to see them go deeper.
mounteerieclearmoonartMount Eerie - Clear Moon
Mount Eerie - Ocean Roar
One band that had a pretty solid balance of meaningful music that’s also pleasing to listen to was Mount Eerie. It was part of the odd coincidence verging on would-be conspiracy as one of the many artists to release two albums in 2012. Yet, what makes Mount Eerie distinct is the two album are related, one not complete without the other.
The most famous work by songwriter Phil Elverum was under another pseudonym, being The Microphones. The material released during his “Mount Eerie period” has been more abstract and less poppy than the spontaneous, diverse, and catchy albums with The Microphones and have seemingly been more focused on nature.
With Clear Moon, Elverum very bluntly examined and addressed his output and the response to it.In “Through the Trees, Part II,” he sings, “I meant all of my songs not as a picture of the woods, but just to remind myself that I briefly live.” Even the multi-layered guitar riff and the “part II” in the title are call backs to earlier Elverum days. Yet, it’s not returning to techniques that made a cult following for fans of the album The Glow, Part II, that makes Clear Moon and Ocean Roar great sister albums, but how he uses it to construct a greater theme. Clarity vs. obfuscation, the moon vs. the ocean, bright light vs. white noise, accessibility vs. reclusiveness, understanding vs. confusion. It’s a multi-faceted theme that is pondered in a lot of Elverum’s songs, but never so directly and deeply as with these two albums. The conflict is not only dealt with in regards to understanding the universe, but also as a recording artist, trying to balance audience expectations and abstract artistic compulsions. It’s also something that I talked to Elverum about a bit in our interview earlier this year, which can be read here.
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Originally published on thebomberjacket.com

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