The
following reviews ran in the Waterloo Record and Guelph Mercury earlier this
month.
Gentleman
Reg – Leisure Life (Heavy Head)
Gentleman
Reg Vermue has been steadily evolving from a determined yet shy performer into
a full-on power-pop glam performer (with a drag-driven electropop project on
the side, no less, called Light Fires). And if 2008’s coming-out party Jet
Black was his boldest to date, Leisure Life takes that one step further, with
giant synth riffs worthy of his peers Stars and Metric (courtesy of fellow
Guelphite Kelly McMichael), driving electric guitars, and huge pop songs that
never sound predictable—many of which pay an obvious debt to one of his biggest
influences, the Breeders, though never sounding outright imitative. Ballads
like “Solo Shows” and especially the jaw-dropping “Hit the Heart” showcase Reg’s
unique voice in all its heartbreaking beauty; elsewhere, he’s fully come into
his own as a rock singer without sacrificing any of the quirks that made him so
special in the first place.
It’s a
joy to hear him duet with McMichael on the slinky “The Declaration,”
and if you’ve seen them do a Sheryl Crow song live, you know what chemistry
they have together; Reg would be wise to feature her even more. It’s not like
his larger-than-life presence is going to be overshadowed on his own record—and
not on a record as strong as this one. (Dec. 6)
Download:
“Waiting Around for Gold,” “Hit the Heart, “I Could Be What You Wanted”
King Cobb Steelie –
Project Twinkle (Pheromone)
Part of King Cobb
Steelie's appeal in their '90s heyday was that there was really no one else in
Canada—or, for that matter, anywhere else in alternative music—attempting to
fuse post-punk, dub reggae, African grooves and electronics the way this Guelph
band did. It hadn’t been done since the early ’80s work of Gang of Four and
Public Image Ltd., and it wouldn’t rise again until the early 2000s, when
suddenly every indie rock band wanted to dance. Even in that trajectory, KCS
maintain a fierce individuality, and each of their albums still sounds
remarkably current.
Alll of which means
that even an album considered by most to be their weakest—even the band admits
it was a rush job, thrown together because they had an opportunity to work with
prolific producer Bill Laswell—still holds up very well 18 years after its
release.
Project Twinkle is
obviously a transition album: they’re audibly moving away from some of the
grungy elements that defined their best rock songs, and into more exploratory
territory. They were clearly prepared for the journey, with help from Laswell,
who had worked with everyone from Herbie Hancock to Bootsy Collins to Yoko Ono
to, um, Mick Jagger. KCS were—and are—the rare rock band who could incorporate
heavy funk grooves without coming off like the Red Hot Chili Peppers; indeed,
nothing they ever tried—except maybe the occasional turntable scratch or
awkward rapidfire rap—sounded like genre tourism. This was—is—a group of
musically ravenous men who translate all their influences into a unique
language.
King Cobb Steelie
has been in a state of semi-permanent hiatus for the better part of the last
eight years. While there are rumours of new material, this album’s resurrection
and remastering came about entirely as a labour of love by a long-time fan who
now runs the Pheromone label. Other than one bonus remix by dub master Mad
Professor, there are no extras to speak of (sadly, no sign of the Steve Albini
sessions that preceded this album). But this album doesn’t need accoutrements
to stake its place in Canadian music history: and if nothing else, it reminds
us that there was a lot more going on here in the ’90s than just The Tragically
Hip, Our Lady Peace and Jann Arden. (Dec. 13)
Download: “Triple
Oceanic Experience,” “80% Knockout,” “Technique”
Serena
Ryder - Harmony (EMI)
Serena
Ryder has been this country’s most powerful young vocalist for the better part
of 10 years now. Only now, however, does it sound like her moment has truly
arrived.
It
couldn’t come at a better time. It’s been four years since her first widely
available album, not counting a live EP and a vinyl-only collaboration with
Toronto band the Beauties. And with her vocal doppelganger Adele selling
truckloads of records, the zeitgeist is obviously hungry for such an equally
genuine and breathtaking talent.
Ryder
is not jumping on any kind of bandwagon, however. If anything, she’s jumping
off. Until now, she’s been pegged as an acoustic-guitar playing, gutsy
folk-rocker who can belt it out with Melissa Etheridge and cover classic Canadian
songs. Here, however, she’s a pop diva, she’s a piano-and-strings balladeer, a
soul belter, a Shirley Bassey-esque torch singer, and a rock’n’roll believer
who could give the Heart sisters a run for their money. Produced by Jon Levine
(Nelly Furtado, K’naan) and Jerrod Bettis (a member of Adele’s band), and with
a live band featuring associates of Drake and The Weeknd, Ryder is given free
reign to go wherever That Voice carries her, and always with songs that she
could communicate just as easily with her guitar and voice—though that’s never
the case on this high-gloss production.
The
sweet irony is that freedom has created easily accessible music that is already
breaking through every radio format, and will likely make her a household name
by this time next year. The first hit single, Stompa, isn’t even the best track
here. Ms. Ryder, your time is now. (Dec. 6)
Download:
“What I Wouldn’t Do,” “Call Me,” “For You”
Tracey Thorn –
Tinsel and Lights (Merge)
As of December 7,
2012, there were 78 Christmas albums in the Billboard Top 200 album chart. For
whatever inexplicable reason, this one is not one of them. It should be.
Thorn, best known
as the singer in Everything But the Girl and for her work on Massive Attack’s
Protection album, has the ideal voice for Christmas music: the combo of pretty
and sad that makes a surefire soundtrack for a season both beloved and dreaded in
equal amounts (see also: Aimee Mann).
Thorn steers away
from obvious Christmas song, with the sole exception of “Have Yourself a Merry
Little Christmas”—which in her hands sounds more like wishful thinking rather
than a glad tiding. There’s no real reason for anyone to record Joni Mitchell’s
“River” again (not since Martin Tielli did in 1992, anyway), but thankfully she
then goes on to gather songs by Low, Sufjan Stevens, Stephin Merritt, Dolly
Parton and Randy Newman. She also tackles Ron Sexsmith’s oft-covered modern
classic “Maybe This Christmas”—from one sad sack to another, it’s a perfect
combination of singer and song—and the White Stripes’ “In the Cold, Cold Night.”
Her own title track is destined, like Sexsmith’s song, a new underdog perennial
favourite. (It also references Mary Margaret O’Hara’s Miss America, which
immediately endears it to me.)
For many obvious
reasons, nothing here sounds like a cash grab, the way 99 per cent of all
Christmas albums are. This is the ultra-rare seasonal release that’s assembled
with care, and probably the only one you’ll hear this year unlikely to induce
projectile vomit. (I humbly encourage and hereby authorize Merge Records to use
that line in future promotion.) (Dec. 13)
Download: “Tinsel
and Light,” “Maybe This Christmas,” “In the Cold Cold Night”
Scott Walker – Bish
Bosch (4AD)
Just in time for
Christmas comes this lump of coal. Want to torture your loved ones? Want to
metaphorically urinate all over Christmas dinner? Want something to soundtrack
your act of arson against the Christmas tree? Or do you want to unite your
politically argumentative relatives on one thing they can all agree to hate?
Then Scott Walker has the album for you.
Walker does not
make music for you to enjoy; he makes music for you to endure. The opening
track features a pounding jackhammer rhythm that sounds like being beat on the
head while an icy synth screams intermittently and Walker sings about
"plucking feathers from his swan song." And that's about as poppy as
it gets. The next song has Walker crooning about a "sphincter tooting out
of tune," followed by the first instance in the history of recorded music
when sounds of actual human flatulence are not being used for comic effect.
That doesn't mean
it's not brilliant: it is. Like any truly great art, it's also confounding,
confusing, ugly, beautiful, preposterous and impossible to appreciate casually.
As Walker himself will tell you: "Nothing clears a room like removing a
brain."
Walker sings like
the saddest, strung-out fallen star of Vegas in the throngs of a nightmare, and
his lyrics are generally beyond surrealist, largely impenetrable outside of the
occasional zinger ("If shit were music, you'd be a brass band"). It's
the music here that's truly gripping and the reason you can't turn away. Walker
arranges unusual sounds and aural colours in ways most musicians could never
imagine, rendering every other rock artist claiming to be avant-garde exposed
as a timid poseur. Long silences, intimate breaths, squalls of dissonance,
sudden samba breakdowns, ominous strings from The Shining soundtrack, and plenty
of god-knows-what being flung around the recording studio in a fit of foley
rage.
Are you ever going
to listen to Bish Bosch over appetizers? On your morning commute? Walker
doesn't make background music: this is foreground drama. It's daring. It's completely
demented. It might be just plain dumb. But it begs you to deny its presence.
(Dec. 13)
For my single favourite piece of music writing this year, read Alex Molotkow's take on Scott Walker here.
Download: “Corps de
Blah,” “Phrasing,” “Epizootics!”
Wool on
Wolves – Measures of Progress (independent)
Don’t
judge this by either the band name or the album title. This wonderfully
surprising album comes from a new Edmonton band boasting five songwriters and
multi-instrumentalists, who tap into a similar set of influences that drive
Wilco and Zeus to create a new classic rock that balances bombast and subtle
moments. Rich harmonies, dynamic arrangements, brass sections and some nimble
guitar work animate these carefully composed songs, which were no doubt
developed during a killer live show. (Dec. 6.)
Download:
“Midnight Avenue,” “Be the Change,” “Broken Pictures”
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