January 2017 reviews

Highly recommended this month: Japandroids, The Xx

As always, these reviews originally ran in the Waterloo Record.

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Austra – Future Politics (Paper Bag)

Austra’s Katie Stelmanis must be an optimist to title both a song and an album Future Politics in 2017. If she is, she keeps her sunniness to herself in the actual music. Unlike the buoyant disco that illuminated the second Austra album, 2013’s Olympia, Future Politics doesn’t sound like a fun night out in the least—not that it has to be, of course, but it’s even more dour than the goth electro of the 2011 debut. Stelmanis wrote this material living in Montreal and Mexico, away from her Toronto home, and that isolation informs the more sombre mood this time out. The twin sisters from Tasseomancy are no longer in the band; their harmonies are missed; likewise, her talented band sounds underutilized here. (Jan. 19)

Stream: “Future Politics,” “Utopia,” “I Love You More Than You Love Yourself”

Japandroids – Near to the Wild Heart of Life (Arts and Crafts)

“If they try to slow you down, tell them all to go to hell.” So went the chorus to “The House That Heaven Built,” one of many anthems on 2012’s Celebration Rock that vaulted Japandroids from poorly kept secret of the Vancouver underground into beloved rock’n’roll saviours. And yet they did slow down: guitarist Brian King moved to Toronto; drummer Dave Prowse stayed in Vancouver; they took two years writing and recording this, their third album and first in 4½ years.

Japandroids are a guitar-drums duo, but there’s nothing simple about them. Wild Heart is a huge leap forward in terms of songwriting, performance and production. Whereas before they could be accused of simply extending a lineage that runs from Bruce Springsteen to the Constantines, here they really come into their own. These are much more than just drunken Saturday night odes to youth, romance, rock’n’roll and the open road (not necessarily in that order) that used to be Japandroids’ stock and trade. That still exists here: “North South East West” is exactly the kind of fist-pumping catharsis one expects from this band; expect this one to be a key part of the soundtrack of 2017. But they’re both in their mid-thirties now, and so their signature intensity is being applied to varying tempos and textures, including instrumentation that will be difficult to duplicate onstage as a duo. Wild Heart is very much an album as opposed to a live document.

Slowing down, in more ways than one, has made Japandroids an even better band. Great rock bands are getting fewer and fewer. This one is fighting the good fight. (Jan. 26)

I interviewed the band for this Maclean’s article.

Stream: “North South East West,” “Near to the Wild Heart of Life,” “In a Body Like a Grave”

Abigail Lapell – Hide Nor Hair (Coax)

Abigail Lapell is the latest signee to Rae Spoon’s Coax label, which has emerged as a vital documenter of communities often marginalized in the Canadian music scene, whether it’s trans advocate Spoon themselves, klezmer firebrand Geoff Berner, or the cross-cultural electronic grooves of LAL. Where Lapell fits in there isn’t exactly clear: there’s nothing revolutionary, sonically or lyrically, on her second full-length album of haunting, gorgeous modern folk music. Co-produced by Chris Stringer (Timber Timbre), he and Lapell enhance her solo guitar skills with the most subtle yet effective textures. (Jan. 26)

Stream: “Fur and Feathers,” “Night Bird and Morning Bird,” “Murder City”

Sleater-Kinney – Live in Paris (Sub Pop)

A friend mused recently: does anyone make live albums anymore, and if so, why? YouTube clips abound; it’s certainly no mystery what a band sounds like live, on any given tour, on any given night. They don’t even function as documents of greatest hits anymore; anyone can assemble one of those with a streaming playlist (or have an algorithm do it for them). (I expand on this idea in this Maclean’s article.)

The only real reason to release a live album is if you’re at a stage in your career where you’ve reinvented and/or improved on studio versions of these songs. By that token, there’s no reason for this live album from Sleater-Kinney’s 2015 tour. The Oregon trio are hands-down one of the most ferocious rock bands you’ll ever see, and their comeback album No Cities to Love—after an eight-year hiatus—showed that they sounded even better than ever. A third of this live album are songs from that record, sounding note-perfect; another third is from 2005’s The Woods—again, sounding almost identical to the studio versions. Which is to say, they kick serious ass: every slashing power chord of Carrie Brownstein’s, every cathartic caterwaul of Corin Tucker’s, every monstrous drum fill from Janet Weiss (I could listen to her play the opening to “Entertain” on loop all day). If for some bizarre reason you ever thought Sleater-Kinney was a studio band, this album lays that notion to waste.

The songs from earlier records are, naturally, more alive and fiery than when Sleater-Kinney was a younger band, than when they had yet to play those songs hundreds of times. The geekiest of fans will delight in hearing them—in one of their earliest songs, “I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone”—change a reference to Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore, to honour his creative partner and now-ex-wife Kim Gordon. But this is not a greatest hits record; it’s a set list, and a good one at that. In that sense, it’s a fair introduction to the band for newbies—and a decisive rebuttal to anyone who ever doubted the depths of this trio’s powers. (Jan. 26)

Stream: “A New Wave,” “Entertain,” “Dig Me Out”

The Xx – I See You (XL)

It’s almost like The Xx never went away. In the 4½ years since their second album was released, their sound has been ubiquitous in commercials, in Drake songs (he sampled them on the title track to 2013’s Take Care), and in straight-up rip-offs (the Chainsmokers’ “Don’t Let Me Down,” admittedly inspired by The Xx’s guitar sound, was one of the biggest radio hits of 2016). The name of that 2012 second Xx album? Coexist. How prophetic.

And now: I See You. On it, the British trio accept the fact that they’re now playing for a much bigger audience, as opposed to being shy 20-year-old goth kids making incredibly sparse music that married the mood of dour new wave classics with pop songs and modern electronics. The success of beatsmith Jamie Xx’s 2015 solo album informs many of the textures heard here underneath (and, often, above) Romy Madley Croft’s signature guitar sound and Oliver Sim’s R&B-inspired bass lines. Whereas earlier Xx songs stuck out on radio playlists, the subtle EDM textures heard here puts them even more squarely in the mainstream.

Yet the most beautiful thing about The Xx is that they haven’t in the least changed what it is about them that set them apart from everyone else in the first place. Though tempos are occasionally upbeat, there are no sunny pop songs. Sim and Croft, childhood friends who are perhaps the only two gay people (of different genders) to duet in the same band, will always sound like outsiders, like childhood friends since kindergarten still singing for each other in the shelter of their bedroom (though Sim, in particular, has improved greatly as a vocalist; Croft didn’t have to). “I will be brave for you / do the things I’m afraid to do,” sings Croft, in one of the album’s most affecting moments. Another is when Sim, a recently reformed alcoholic, sing, “I go out, but every beat is a violent noise.”

In almost every way, The Xx have proven how to maintain one’s artistic integrity in the face of massive success. No wonder everyone wants to rip them off. (Jan. 12)

I wrote about The Xx for Maclean’s here.

Stream: “Dangerous,” “Brave For You,” “On Hold”

Polaris 2014 part one: Arcade Fire, Basia Bulat

Every day this week I'll post about two Polaris Prize shortlisted acts and two equally—if not more—worthy albums from the year in question. The winner will be announced at the gala Sept. 22


The shortlisted

Arcade Fire – Reflektor (Sonovox)

The album:

There’s no question Arcade Fire and Drake owned the year in Canadian music news, making headlines seemingly every week; in Arcade Fire’s case, it was not just the brilliant roll-out of Reflektor, but the site-specific cover versions they played in every city of their nine-month tour. They worked their ass off; I have no idea when they slept, because Win and Regine were juggling a newborn at the time, while the rest of the band gigged late into every night as a cover band at the afterparties. So yes, 2014 was all about Arcade Fire.

This record is the follow-up to an album that won every prize imaginable (including the Polaris) in 2011. On many levels, Reflektor is not The Suburbs. It sounds nothing like it, for starters; if The Suburbs perfected their Cure/Springsteen mashup (and I maintain that The Suburbs is as close to a perfect rock album as we’re likely to see this decade, on several levels), Reflektor took them in all new directions—not just the expected touches from LCD Soundsystem’s James Murphy in the producer’s chair, but soca, reggae, straight-up blues rock, a smidge of old-school punk (in the intro to “Joan of Arc”), Madonna-esque pop (the slinky “Like a Virgin” synth bass on “We Exist”), spaced-out Kraturock (“Supersymmetry”).

Did it work? Sometimes. Here’s my review from the Oct. 23 issue of the now-defunct Toronto mag The Grid (link here, for as long as it lasts):

LCD Soundsystem’s James Murphy was originally slated to produce Arcade Fire’s 2007 album, Neon Bible—which is hard to imagine, considering the gloomy dread that pervades much of that Bush-era relic. It was not a party record. But then, neither is the Murphy-helmed Reflektor, though the electro-Caribbean-disco makeover might lead you to believe otherwise. Reflektor is far more about sonics than songs or groove; less Daft Punk, more like—dare we say it?—U2’s Pop (fortunately, it’s better than that album). As a dense, layered production, it is often brilliant. But as a collection of songs that clocks in at 20 minutes longer than the already-sprawling Suburbs, Reflektor can be a suffocating chore—one where, 50 minutes in, the band dares to title a track “It’s Never Over,” then follows it with their worst song ever (called, um, “Porno”). The sequencing suggests they themselves are aware of all this: both songs follow something called “Awful Sound,” which sounds like Brian Eno producing Paul McCartney on a bad day for both of them. The title sums it up.

Certain tracks chart new directions for Arcade Fire. Among these are the soca-tinged “Here Comes the Night Time,” where drummer Jeremy Gara is on fire; and the straight-up rock ’n’ roll deliverance of “Normal Person,” designed for stadium flashpots. The Kraftwerkian drone of “Supersymmetry” is also a welcome closing respite. Cumulatively, Reflektor is Arcade Fire at their absolute best, inspiring and capable of reinvention, with a couple of great pop songs thrown in the mix (“We Exist,” “Afterlife”)—and yet it also displays them at their most indulgent and joyless.


This band deserves to be held to the highest standards—Funeral and The Suburbs are flawless—and for once, Arcade Fire sound remarkably fallible. At least they don’t sound lazy.

I wish my opinion had changed in the last 12 months. It hasn’t, other than I like the good stuff even more (especially after seeing the live show) and I still cringe at the lows (which, tellingly, rarely made the set lists).

The chances:

Zero. For starters, the likelihood of a repeat winner is slim at best—and it would have to be for an album much more universally loved than this divisive one. I was shocked this even made the shortlist. Maybe that’s just narcissistic of me, as a day-oner who can’t imagine anyone else being a bigger fan. If even I was disappointed in this album, who loved it enough to vote for it?

Basia Bulat – Tall Tall Shadow (Secret City)

The album:

This was impressive the first time I heard it; it sounds even better now, almost a year later. This is Bulat’s shining, star-making moment, her true coming-out party—much more bolder, confident and clear than her 2007 debut, which pole-vaulted onto the Polaris shortlist that year. Green girl no more, Bulat belts her heart out and shows her instrumental prowess to be finger-pickin’ good on any strings she finds: ukulele, guitar, autoharp and an Andean charango. (I felt this way before seeing her Massey Hall show this spring, which confirmed all of the above.) Producers Tim Kingsbury (Arcade Fire) and Mark Lawson help her shape her songs into anthems and atmospheric ballads, with influences ranging from gospel to new wave to Joanna Newsom to Feist. Most importantly, every song is fantastic: even if Bulat wasn’t the kind of singer to hold those chest-pumping, Celine-ish high notes on “Never Let Me Go”—and make no mistake, she has no trouble pulling it off—the song itself would be just as affecting if someone with a more limited range tried to sing it.

The chances:

I would say that they’re strong, except Tall Tall Shadow has one strike against it: perfection. There isn’t a note out of place here. There isn’t a single wayward track. Bulat has an incredible voice. The production is stellar. So other than, you know, excellence, what makes this an interesting record? Whether or not it will inspire one or more Polaris to jump up on their chair and demand that everyone surrender to beauty remains to be seen. Nobody’s ever won the Polaris for making a beautiful record (not even Feist).

The could’ve, should’ve beens:

AroarA – In the Pines (Club Roll)

The album:

Andrew Whiteman is one of those old guys who gets wilder and more creative as he gets older. So it might be tiresome hear my perennial rants that Album X is the best thing he’s ever done, but it’s usually true. Here, the Broken Social Scene guitarist and former bandleader of Apostle of Hustle makes music with his wife, Ariel Engle, as AroarA, taking the vivid, haunting poetry of Alice Notley and setting it to music just as open-ended and evocative as the lyrics. Both Whiteman and Engle play guitar—very well—but In the Pines is rich with samples, synths, pianos, orchestral chimes, upright bass, drum machines and other odds and sods stolen from the sands of time that are hardly worth trying to distinguish: better just to lie back and let this sonic tapestry wrap around you.  Whiteman wisely leaves most of the vocals to Engle, a bewitching figure every bit the equal of her bandmates in the side project Hydra: Feist and Daniela Gesundheit of Snowblink. Put it together and you have an album that’s part Hounds of Love, part Whale Music, part Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, part Homogenic. In other words, most of my favourite albums condensed into something that doesn’t sound like any of them.

The vinyl album consists of an EP released in March 2014 and 11 songs released in August 2014. The EP takes all the best songs, but whatever. You need to hear it all.

An amalgam of my April and August reviews:

Someone old, something new. You know Andrew Whiteman from Broken Social Scene, Apostle of Hustle and many other projects. You don’t know his new collaborator Ariel Engle, who sings the bulk of this material and brings out the best in Whiteman. The lyrics on AroarA’s debut EP are by American poet Alice Notley, from her 2007 book of the same name, set here to original music made with primitive cigar-box banjos and drum machines. Notley’s poems themselves reference old folk songs, and even a Bob Dylan lyric about Blind Willie McTell, so repurposing Notley’s words for modern avant-garde pop music taps into a natural continuum. If that doesn’t intrigue you enough and you need a big namedrop, it was recorded at Feist’s house.

Concept and pedigree aside, it’s the music of AroarA that compels. Like the Los Lobos side project Latin Playboys, AroarA takes traditional elements—Spanish pop, American blues, Asian melodies, PJ Harvey—and tosses them in a digital kaleidoscope that defies easy description. Engel’s compelling voice is the anchor: a confident calm presence not unlike Feist or Daniela Gesundheit of Snowblink (who all performed together at the 2012 Polaris Prize gala). The sonic density that marked Whiteman’s last album as Apostle of Hustle has been stripped back; each track contains only a few elements: sampler, two guitars and percussion, either electronic, hand-played or of unknown origin.

Engel is a compelling, confident frontwoman, with Whiteman playing her occasionally devilish foil and resident guitar shredder, weaving tiny explosions in and around her cigar-box banjo rhythms. Their melodies seem drawn from old blues and folk ballads, but the instrumentation is decidedly modern and avant-garde, set to a backdrop of surrealist samples that perfectly complement the evocative, image-rich lyrics. It’s all recorded with an inviting intimacy that easily envelops the listener in a strange new world “covered with human spirits in my pockets and my shoes.”

In the Pines is triumphant not just for Engle, for whom this is her first major recording, but also for Whiteman, whose 25-year career in music seems to have been all leading him toward this project, bringing out the best in what he does. “I am a new species,” sings Engel, and this unique, remarkable debut album is more than enough proof.

Why it didn’t make the shortlist: Whiteman has never even made a long list with an Apostle of Hustle record; I shouldn’t be that surprised that AroarA didn’t have enough momentum to vault onto the shortlist. Like much of his work, it’s not something that sinks in on first listen. It’s an investment that pays bigger dividends in time.

Austra – Olympia (Paper Bag)

The record:

My June 2013 review:

Just because people think you’re a goth band, just because you’ve studied opera, just because you play synths in minor keys, just because your dance moves make it look like you’re casting spells—it doesn’t all mean you can’t make a dance-floor-friendly, upbeat album.

Toronto’s Austra was perhaps accurately pegged as post-teen-angst pop music for burgeoning coven leaders. Here, however, after being on the road for two years straight—including stints opening stadium shows for The Gossip in Europe and with The XX—they’re ready to raise the roof and give their fervent audience the dance party they’ve been waiting for.

Lead singer Katie Stelmanis is still a drama queen, and her quivering tremolo is far removed from expectations of disco divas; it remains an acquired taste. But it sounds considerably warmer here, surrounded by the Lightman twins (who also perform psychedelic folk music as Tasseomancy); one of whom, Sari, assisted with all the lyrics. Bassist Dorian Wolf (ex-Spiral Beach) and electronic percussionist Maya Postepski have also helped bring Stelmanis out of her solo-composer shell and surrender to the rhythm.

Much of Olympia owes a debt less to Nine Inch Nails devotees of the last two decades than it does ’80s and ’90s house music (the most mainstream incarnation of which would have been Madonna’s “Express Yourself”); it’s somewhat jarring to hear flourishes of Latin percussion in the middle of an Austra song, yet it works—nowhere more so than on “Home,” which opens with clunky quarter-note piano chords that sound like a lonely schoolgirl clumsily setting her diary to music. Forty seconds later, the beat kicks in, the piano suddenly perks up, a bubbly bass arrives, and suddenly we’re in the middle of what could be the anthem of summer 2013 (or at least Pride festivities—and a Kevin Saunderson remix helps the case).

Olympia is a stirring, sexy and soulful record; it’s either the darkest disco album or the most joyous goth dance party you’ll ever witness. Either way, it’s certainly transgressive and occasionally transcendent.

I’d also add that the early ’90s house touches heard here have suddenly percolated up into the mainstream: look no further than (the decidedly sunnier) Kiesza.

I wrote about Austra for Maclean’s here.

Why it didn’t make the shortlist: That’s easy: it was released a mere one week into the qualifying period, making it almost a year old by the time jurors cast their ballots. That’s the only thing that could explain why an album exponentially better than the debut—shortlisted in 2011—could be passed over.

June 2013 reviews

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