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Friday, April 15th, 2016
Artist: All Human (facebook) (twitter) (bandcamp)
Track: “And So Peter Dances”
I should be less surprised that All Human’s sophomore release has consistently been one of my favorite releases of 2016. Though Teenagers, You Don’t Have to Die! is my first exposure to the brainchild of Adam Fisher (Fear Before, Orbs) and Brian Ferrara (Trophy Scars), I should know by now that anything Adam Fisher has a creative voice in is going to stick with me. The man has one of the cleverest pens in modern music and a gift for slinging words together in the kind of rhyme schemes that should be studied in academic English classes, after all. But he also has a knack for composing and arranging music that just resonates with the same off-beat his lyrics hit. Or maybe the music just has to revolve around that lyrical beat. It beats me, but the point is, it always works.
It’s hard to single out a track on Teenagers to highlight since it’s an album full of high points stitched together with impeccable flow. But if we’re going to start, let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
“And So Peter Dances” kicks off with a nice little spoken word bit about how much working sucks, which is particularly enjoyable whilst sitting in your cubicle. The music paints a dark and snowy street corner while Fisher’s lyrics complete the scene by adding in the lonely man freezing on that…
Friday, April 1st, 2016
It’s almost criminal that Steven Page’s post-Barenaked Ladies material hasn’t attracted more attention. Starting with Page One in 2010 and now continuing with Heal Thyself Pt. 1: Instinct (released March 11, 2016), Page’s solo career has yielded some of the most well-crafted and catchiest tunes of his career, including his tenure as a Barenaked Lady.
“No Song Left To Save Me” flirts a little more with Page’s serious side than other tracks on Heal Thyself, such as “Manchild” and “Linda Ronstadt in the 70s,” but this is also part of the appeal of Page’s solo career – a little more balance between serious songwriting and tongue-in-cheek tracks reminiscent of BNL mainstays. “No Song Left To Save Me” bounces on a feel-good Motown-inspired sound and showcases the real power of Page’s voice as it steers a vehicle full of soulful brass and on-point rhythm. It’s not hard to imagine a well-dressed Page filling an auditorium and trading smirks with a big band leader between his titular pleas to the crowd, living out the full Motown vibe, heart and soul. In combination with the power and authenticity Page projects on the track, it’s hard not to fall for “No Song Left To Save Me,” whether you’re a fan of Page’s solo stuff, a BNL fan, or a first time listener.
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Friday, March 18th, 2016
Chicagoland art/math rock quartet Oshwa are finally coming around to their sophomore album I We You Me, with a yet unspecified 2016 release and I’m here to present you with a track that should get you excited for it.
“Quirky” is probably the word that first comes to my mind when describing “Old Man Skies,” with Alicia Walter’s vocal delivery gleefully bearing the flag for that designation. Walter’s voice is a little jazzy, a little smoky, and with an uncommon high end that borders on a yodel, it’s a quirk that complements the playfully shifting tempo of the track in a way that beautifully ties its menagerie of jazz, pop, math, and indie influences together. She ebbs with the mellow lows, bursts and blooms with the rising bridges, and shines over the powerful chorus in a way that illuminates the song in a sea of similar content.
Though “similar” isn’t exactly how I’d describe the instrumental side of Oshwa or “Old Man Skies.” Others have described the track as sounding as though it was written forward and performed backward. It’s part of the allure and, again, quirk of the track that it has a bit of a backmasked sound to it, with Alicia’s forward-facing vocals keeping the listener on “play” even when the instrumentals are shouting “rewind.” There’s a lot of emphasis on complex harmony to be found amid the…
Friday, March 4th, 2016
The irony that I’d given up on ever hearing anything new from a band named “So Long Forgotten” is not lost on me. The band’s last full-length release was issued in 2009 – nearly 7 years ago. Now, nearly 3 years after launching a kickstarter to fund their latest efforts, there will finally be a new So Long Forgotten EP in April of this year.
And from the sounds of “Marahute” – the album’s first single – I’m quite excited for it. The song shows the post-rock meets post-hardcore band maturing their songwriting to a new boiling point that builds on the emotional and introspective sounds and thoughts of their debut. But while Beneath Our Noble Heads was unabashedly Christian in its philosophy, “Marahute” is intriguingly full of doubt, openly questioning the existence and purpose of a literal Hell and negative implications on those we love.
What else can I say? There’s plenty of driving melodies and tasty grooves here and I’m simply a sucker for sincere, well-delivered emotion painted with a hard-edged post-rock sound. It’s really just damn good to hear So Long Forgotten back at it again.
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I’ve been mulling a review of David Bowie’s most recent album, Blackstar, which, if you’re reading this, no doubt you’ve realized was released mere days before his passing on January 10th. He died in peace, surrounded by family, so we’re told by his publicist. Could there be a better way to go for a man who made himself so private? For all his fame and public adoration, Bowie died simply, in the company of family. It seems fitting that, for whatever reasons were, Bowie’s prolonged battle with cancer (over 18 months, from the brief obituary provided) was hidden, and his music was allowed to speak for itself. In my mind, that’s how David Bowie would want to go out – not on his knees as the subject of tabloid spectacle, but on his feet, shouting one last opus to the world. How grand a man, to suffer in silence and let the grandeur of his work tell his tale. That’s David Bowie.
I can’t claim to remember all that David Bowie had to offer the world – I’m no historian and Wikipedia and Rolling Stone and others who lived through all phases of his career can, no doubt, provide history lessons and the emotional impact of what it felt like to be there and see Ziggy Stardust in concert. The experience, for me, is far less grand, but still as personal, and if only to personally say “thank you” to one of the greatest musicians to have ever lived, I’d like to share those…
In case you’ve been sleeping (or ignoring those trending Facebook items like a good, red-blooded whatever nationality you are), rock god, virtuoso, musical authority, and in no way, shape or form, a mere cunning businessman who played rock ‘n’ roll to the tune of inflating his bank account, Gene Simmons (not to be confused with fitness guru Richard Simmons) declared rock music dead in an interview with Esquire magazine. While Ace Frehly (official doctor of rock medicine) declined to provide a time of death, he did pander a bit about his recent solo album. Which is more than Mr. Simmons can do. Meanwhile, Simmons, in his coroner’s report, officially declared that lack of funding was the ultimate cause of death.
According to Simmons’ reports, it would seem that none of the many rock and metal bands rising up through the modern day miracle of free, online publicity and simplicity of self-recording/releasing made an impact in attempting to revive the presently deceased genre. In fact, said modern realities were glossed over in acknowledging that rock died because “no one will pay you to do it.” The deceased bands counted in Simmons’ toll number in the tens of thousands, many of which will have to be told to cease touring and producing music due to the…
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