Art isn’t necessarily just an output, or a mere creation. It’s who you are. It flows through your veins.
David Bowie personified that, from his fashion to his role in movies. The man was a true artist in everything he did, even his own death. While the general public remained blissfully unaware of the cancer that was slowly killing him, Bowie turned to music to tell his story through 2016’s Blackstar. The album was unusual not because it was released shortly before his demise, but because the album was created with the artist fully aware of his own impending death – it was a parting gift, you might say.
For that reason, Blackstar was and still is a very unique record. At a mere seven songs, there’s not a single moment that doesn’t hit listeners right in the gut. However, it’s difficult to select any track other than ‘Lazarus’ – the song that most directly addresses his death – as one of the most emotional moments of the entire decade. “Look up here, I’m in heaven…I’ve got scars that can’t be seen” he sings, slyly alluding to the cancer that he was hiding at the time the song was written. It ends with him saying, “Oh, I’ll be free…Ain’t that just like me?” – foreshadowing his spiritual ascension from this world. It’s all very haunting, and devastating to think that he knew all along.
Musically the track is downtempo, with jazz influences and jarring…
I don’t really know what the impetus for writing this was, but in case you were at all curious: one of my favourite late-era Weezer tracks sounds like Rivers Cuomo spent a couple hours dissecting millennial tumblr blogs then tried to write a Killers song. If that sounds like a recipe for absolute trash, well, fair enough – and “Trainwrecks” hails from the much-maligned (and half-great) Hurley, which means I’m starting off on the defensive here. But, like all great late-era Weezer songs, “Trainwrecks” isn’t hobbled by it’s potentially bad aspects but all the better for rising above them.
A stomping one-two rhythm section sees Pat Wilson and Scott Shriner largely out of the limelight, and while Brian Bell keeps the guitar-work simple, he supplements it with a fantastic warbling synth that’s less “Take On Me” than mid-era Cure. But it’s a genuinely great Rivers vocal sells the whole thing; he snarls “you don’t keep house and I’m a slob / you’re freakin’ out cos I can’t keep a job” with the vitriol of an actual 20-year-old, and sells the blink-and-you-miss-it joke – “we don’t update our blogs, we are trainwrecks” – with the deftness of a guy who’s been making jokes about being a dumbass kid most of his career.
When Rivers pushes up into to a scream, leading into an honestly moving climax of “that’s the story of our lives, we are trainwrecks”, it’s a forcible reminder that the man’s indomitable stream of crazy good melodies…
Here’s a list of major new releases for the week of February 1, 2019. Please feel free to request reviews for any of the following albums from staff and/or contributors.
– List of Releases: February 1, 2019 –
American Authors: Seasons
Genre: Pop Rock
Label: Island
Astronoid: Astronoid
Genre: Shoegaze/Post Metal
Label: Blood Music
Big Wild: Superdream
Genre: Electronic
Label: Counter
Broods: Don’t Feed The Pop Monster
Genre: Indie-Pop/Electronic
Label: Neon Gold/Atlantic
When it comes to pastoral indie-folk, it sometimes feels like the genre has overplayed its hand. Acoustic guitars, lumberjack cologne — we get it, alright? Everyone wants to be the next Simon & Garfunkel, and by 2019, we’re a little bit leery every time a group of neckbeards comes stumbling out of the woods. But not only are Fleet Foxes the exception to that rule, they’re also arguably the band that set the standard for folk music during the 2010’s. Strictly from an aesthetic standpoint, no other group has as successfully captured that rich, earthy, rural vibe. In other words, this is the art that all those other bands aspire for.
Fleet Foxes’ discography has been the model of consistency (three LP’s spaced out over nine years, each one critically acclaimed), so selecting a definitive standout track is a difficult undertaking. 2017’s Crack-Up flourished thanks to increased piano/classical elements, and a three-part epic like “Third of May / Ōdaigahara” would have been just as fitting here. However, the simple beauty of “Helplessness Blues” represents this band better. To most fans, their 2011 offering Helplessness Blues was the band in peak form, with the title track serving as its heartfelt mantra. The song exists as little more than a surging wave of acoustic guitars, accompanied by frontman Robin Pecknold’s thoughtful ruminations which are sung with the urgency of a man who can’t see what’s waiting for him around the corner: “And now after some thinking, I’d…
Here’s a list of major new releases for the week of January 25, 2019. Please feel free to request reviews for any of the following albums from staff and/or contributors.
Featured Release
Say Anything: Oliver Appropriate
Genre: Pop Punk
Label: Dine Alone Music Inc.
Ramping up for their 8th studio album, Say Anything embarks on what Max Bemis describes as the proper sequel to …Is a Real Boy. It is described as a concept album, in what may or may not also be the group’s final effort according to Bemis: “…I’m not claiming this is our actual last record, but it may be. Who knows.” The record also apparently took inspiration from Museum Mouth’s Alex I Am Nothing, which focuses on themes of heartbreak and unrequited love. So, basically, yes – this will be yet another Say Anything record. Enjoy the single “Daze” below.
– List of Releases: January 25, 2019 –
Altarage: The Approaching Roar
Genre: Death/Black Metal
Label: Season of Mist
Ancient Bards: Origine – The Black Crystal Sword Saga Part 2
Genre: Power Metal
Label: Limb Music
Backstreet Boys: DNA
Genre: Pop
Label: RCA
Blood Red Shoes: Get Tragic
Genre: Alternative Rock/Post-Punk
Label: Jazz Life
Bring Me the Horizon: amo
Genre: Metalcore/Post-Hardcore …
This already feels like the riskiest inclusion on this list so far. Trophy Scars don’t exactly have the clout of a band like Titus Andronicus or The Dillinger Escape Plan, yet here they are, nestled snug on my cement-as-fuck decade enshrinement. But let me ease any concerns: they deserve to be here. OK, feel better?
First of all, Holy Vacants is a nearly perfect album so I brought up the tracks in a playlist, put a blindfold on,and punched my keyboard to see which song would end up earning this honor. Well, not quite, but it could have been that easy! The real reason is that no song rocks nearly as hard as “Qeres” – sure, “Everything Disappearing” is a haunting penultimate track (for all intents and purposes it’s the real closer), and “Crystallophobia” is about the catchiest goddamn thing since the plague, but I think I’m talking myself out of the point I was trying to make so I’m going to stop. “Qeres” dominates Holy Vacants before the clock even hits 00:01 – I kid you not, hit play and look at the timestamp. Electric guitars are rollicking from the get-go; the song starts this high but then the drums kick in, along with that magnificent vocal duet, and it has already raised the stakes on itself like twenty measly seconds into the song. And none of that even counts the best part – a dichotomous chorus which thrusts Jerry Jones’ comically gruff voice alongside those harmonious, angelic backdrops – each word highlighted by…
Whenever I think of the best metalcore acts of the decade – ha, nevermind – I never think about metalcore. That almost – almost – led me to overlook what should be an obvious inclusion on anyone’s decade list. The Dillinger Escape Plan are masters of art when it comes to their ingenious blend of mathcore and extreme metal; this very methodical, calculated madness. They’ve proven over the span of their entire career to be one of the most important and consistently excellent bands of their subgenre, and to be frank, any number of cuts could have been chosen to represent them on this playlist. For me, it’s “Farewell, Mona Lisa”, the jaw-dropping opener that kicked the doors down on 2010’s sensational Option Paralysis.
“Farewell, Mona Lisa” captures the despondence of modern times. It’s a struggle to break free from the mundane paths that life blandly bestows upon us and access a true, original purpose: “Our role is clear, never stray far from the path.” With the chaotic and complex riffing that swirls about the song’s backdrop, it plunges the listener’s senses into the sheer madness of trying to garner hope from the future during the 2010’s – a time where student loans essentially outweigh their benefits, young people are still living at home into their late twenties or beyond, wielding expensive book-smarts that may not even be applicable to real life, all while contending with unrealistic expectations as well as the intrinsic pressure of knowing that time is passing by. There’s…
…Aaand we’re back! Here’s a list of major new releases for the week of January 18, 2019. Please feel free to request reviews for any of the following albums from staff and/or contributors.
Featured Release
Sharon Van Etten: Remind Me Tomorrow
Genre: Folk/Indie-Rock
Label: Jagjaguwar
Coming off of her celebrated 4th LP, Are We There, Van Etten gears up for her long-anticipated follow-up. Listen to “Seventeen” below for a taste of what is on the horizon. You can also stream other tracks released in advance of Remind Me Tomorrowhere.
– List of Releases: January 18, 2019 –
Alice Merton: Mint
Genre: Indie-Pop
Label: Mom+Pop
A Pale Horse Named Death: When the World Becomes Undone
Genre: Doom Metal
Label: Long Branch
Blackplate: Everyday is Sadderday
Genre: Alternative Rock
Label: Muddguts
Buke and Gase: Scholars
Genre: Indie/Folk/Alternative Rock
Label: Brassland
Dahlia Sleeps: Love, Lost EP
Genre: Pop
Label: Beatnick Creative
Artificiality gets a bad rap. Despite the divide between “natural” and “unnatural” being a nebulous and slippery one, many people are highly invested in establishing and maintaining a hierarchy between the two. These people affix the “unnatural” label onto a laundry list of new, scary phenomena, from smartphones to genetically modified foods, hoping everyone else shares their assumption that artificiality is inherently negative. Somewhere on that list, you’ll find pretty much everything queer people do. Same-gender relationships are “unnatural.” Lack of sexual desire is “unnatural.” Feeling that you’re a different gender than everyone says you are is “unnatural,” as is anything you might do to feel more like that gender: makeup, hormone replacement therapy, plastic surgery, etc.
SOPHIE has no regard for such condemnations; throughout Oil of Every Pearl’s Un-Insides, she revels in the artificial. She takes the raw electronic elements of club bangers and alternately fashions them into blasts of industrial surrealism or impressionist strokes of ambience. The voice that declares, “My face is the front of shop” and sings about “immaterial girls” is not her own; when she does grace the mic, her voice is so unintelligibly distorted that a listener can only just make out her command to “synthesize the real.” Not since Floral Shoppe has such…
By now Iglooghost has solidified himself as one of the most talented producers, being able to take the most frantic drums of Aphex Twin’s and molding it into something that’s altogether his own. Within the splashes of melody lines, one can hear influences of bubblegum bass, rap breakdowns, fluttering ambient passages, and at times even twinkly math rock arpeggios. All of these are on full display on Clear Tamei, yet he’s taken it a step further within the overall atmosphere of this EP; Iglooghost wants to become a world-builder. Instantly, you’re immersed into this alien land, filled with many characters speaking gibberish while metallic clangs of synths and samples elongate across the ground — much like blowing up a balloon, only to have it pop and burst into nonstop explosions of robotic sound effects. At times this world seems like it’s underwater, like an unimaginable Atlantis filled with multicolored sea life. Other times, it seems as if you’re in some jungle as birds chirp by your ears gracefully among the gorgeous chaos happening before your eyes. It’s meant to be confusing only in the sense that everything you are hearing and experiencing is completely and totally new, making it one of the most successful EPs for immersing you into foreign, dreamed up lands. While it’s…
The location: an unnamed New Zealand city, a suburb which I will grant anonymity. A long-disused industrial warehouse, fallen into dilapidation, on the corner of a noisy major thoroughfare and a street which exclusively houses those kind of depots, tin expanses stowing wares no-one wants or needs, strange buildings which for whatever reason require constant power-tool sounds to screech from them. Some entrepreneur repurposed the place as a café without doing much to clean up, assuming perhaps that ghosts are less frightening when visible. The tables were arranged outside under a concrete awning with a prime view of the main road, which ran less than ten metres away. The place was invariably packed; people crowded the tables, sipping their coffees, viewing the traffic and maelstrom of cars they would rejoin in a matter of minutes, a constant drone of labour audible though impossible to echolocate.
It’s less that it was an oasis and more a signifier that there was no reprieve. The proximity to garish brutalist architecture and the transportational march of progress, people stifling in their cars, getting one place to the next, became a fixture. People were watching regurgitated, endlessly and recursively perpetuated versions of themselves: the ultimate postmodern experience. Not so much voyeurism as exhibitionism right? I remember going there once, drinking what I imagine the Allied forces in WWII…
Horrendous’ ascension from rabid Swede-worshiping youngsters to trailblazing veterans has been one of the most compelling arcs to witness in all of death metal history. The way these four Philly natives have progressed over the last six years has been nothing short of awe-inspiring, and their latest offering, Idol, stands a monolith of modern death metal, an album by which all others should be measured. It will make you believe in the magic of metal again; bursting with youthful exuberance and a brash sense of adventure, yet maintaining a vice grip on classic death metal songwriting. Idol has the feeling of exploring the unknown while simultaneously holding true to the tenets of the genre. What really sells the album though is the apparent ease Horrendous manage to weave together these disparities. Whether in the epic “Golgothan Tongues”, which sees a transcendent combination of melody and groove, or “Devotion (Blood For Ink)”, which marries the group’s most progressive and guttural intentions, there isn’t a moment on Idol where Horrendous feel like they aren’t in total control of their forward-thinking death metal assault. Pushing the boundaries has become so inherent to what they do that each song finds new ways to express their ambitious craft. It’s this aptitude that has elevated them to the status of extreme metal gods, and why in 2018 the whole of the underground has bent a knee…
God gave Noah the rainbow sign…no more water, is the H-Bomb next time?
There’s stark contrast in the implications carried by the phrase, “the end of the world.” For those with a religious upbringing, it likely conjures images of plague, famine, and horsemen wreaking unfathomable devastation. To others, they might imagine World War III – cyber warfare shutting down power grids, industry, and commerce, while increasingly desperate leaders launch nuclear missiles at each other from outer space. mewithoutYou’s end-times scenario is a little of both, and their song ‘Rainbow Signs’ entails all of the intensity and destruction that could come if/when a Biblical and secular apocalypse were to cross paths.
What makes ‘Rainbow Signs’ so effective isn’t its eccentric storytelling, it’s the personal anecdotes. Aaron Weiss makes God seem like he has a twisted, sarcastic humor (in the above quote, it’s a reference to God’s promise to Noah that he would never again destroy the Earth with a flood — but he never said anything about nuclear bombs). He also cracks wise about his hairline, comparing it to Napoleon’s receding hairline late in life after his exile to St. Helena, in what also happens to be the first/only time that the mostly Christian band drops the F-bomb on its listeners. In the middle of the song Weiss prays in both Arabic and Hebrew. He even ends the song by recounting an inside joke that only he and his deceased father ever shared. There’s so much humanity and personality injected into what lesser…
Despite how fantastic of a sales pitch it is, I can’t help but feel like I’m doing Panoptic Horror a disservice by describing it as “Hell Awaits era Slayer meets crust punk.” That feeling mostly comes down to the fact that, although they’re not trying to hide their influences, they’re definitely their own thing. The killer LP is a primo slab of ripping thrash with a death metal tinge, all the while borrowing the production, punk ethos and overdrive technique from a band like Sacrilege or Anti-Cimex. No matter who or what you hear in it, it’s the kind of sinister shit that conjures images of grotesque demons, airborne bricks, broken bones and/or searing flesh in the mind of the listener.
In other words, if Hell had a mosh pit, this would be the soundtrack. –Bloon
As the decade draws to a close, 2018 has proven to be one of the more interesting years from it. Looking at the metal genre as a collective, this year has seen an internal struggle with artistic innovation and corporate, algorithmic songwriting; futilely homogeneous and insipid mainstream metal releases versus the heavy lifting and sometimes groundbreaking works from the underground scenes – of which there has been a good handful…
I feel somewhat reticent talking about Yung Lean, let alone his latest, Poison Ivy. Whatever I write drips with ignorance, despite my love for the 22-minute project; and in some sense, that’s unavoidable. An air of mystique has always seemed to surround the Swedish rapper – as though those uninitiated were being poked at, and even the most meaningful of lyrics were being delivered with a grin and a wink. That might be the point, though: Jonatan Leandoer’s mainstream success seems neither obvious nor miraculous. Likewise, the “point” is one unattainable. Or rather, an “understanding” is useless – condescending and maybe even a little counter-intuitive. Yung Lean makes music – and that music is good – and Poison Ivy is good – and whatever meaning there is to be gleaned is meaning to be gleaned from the music itself. From the dark and distorted overtones of the mixtape’s more obvious, hook-driven choruses, and the incoherence of its central figure. I think cultural aesthetic is helpful in hooking one into a scene and its artists; but often – as is the case with Poison Ivy – the music itself speaks volumes. And Poison Ivy speaks in tongues. –BlushfulHippocrene