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Thursday, July 17, 2014

July 2014 reviews


Highly recommended: BadBadNotGood, Culture Reject

Well worth your while: Bry Webb, Naomi Shelton & the Gospel Queens




The following reviews ran in the Waterloo Record this month.



Badbadnotgood – III (Pirates Blend/Arts and Crafts)


Jazz and hip-hop have a convoluted and one-sided history, mostly consisting of DJs lifting old jazz records for samples. Most attempts at hip-hop by live jazz-funk bands are better left unmentioned. Here, however, is Toronto’s BadBadNotGood, a jazz-trained trio who started out recording covers of current hip-hop tracks deconstructed as instrumental jazz.


It’s telling that on this, their third album but first of all-original material, BadBadNotGood has finally found its voice. It sounds less like hip-hop than the ’70s jazz beloved by crate diggers: Herbie Hancock’s Headhunters, etc. The difference is that the drums don’t ever swing; Alexander Sowinski’s metronomic style owes more to the boom-bap of early ’90s hip-hop or, obviously, the Roots’ Questlove. That means that when the band does leave the steady beats behind and go on extended jazz excursions, like on the accelerating “Kaleidscopes,” Sowinski and bassist Chester Hansen push the band in prog rock directions. Guest saxophonist Leland Whitty helps flesh out the sound on Confessions, while keyboardist Matthew Tavares switches to guitar for moodier tracks like “Eyes Closed.”


It’s unlikely any of these tracks will be jacked by MCs looking for a beat, but that speaks to how far this band has come. Rather than imitating something else or trying to insert themselves into someone else’s vision, this is the sound of BadBadNotGood coming into their own. (July 31)


Download: “Can’t Leave the Night,” “Confessions,” “Triangle”



Be Forest – Earthbeat (We Were Never Being Boring)


What if The XX were tapped to score the sequel to Twin Peaks? Italian band Be Forest wants to answer that question. Hailing from a small town on the Adriatic Coast, they capture the ennui and beauty and mystery of small-town life with tasteful reverb, cooed vocals and dreamlike guitars—with a bit of what sounds like kalimba thrown in just for the hell of it. Vocals are handled by drummer Erica Terenzi and bassist Costanza Delle Rose, both of whom share the deadpan delivery of Julee Cruise; meanwhile, the subtle rumble of a rhythm section and textural guitars recall The Cure’s Disintegration—basically, Earthbeat is one big flashback to the swooniest side of 1990, a time just before grunge flatlined the definition of “alternative” for a full decade.


Oddly enough, Be Forest was discovered by Japandroids; they covered a song by the Vancouver band known for rousing rock’n’roll anthems and buzzsaw guitars; that led to an opening slot on a Japandroids European tour. They’d be a much better fit with a band like Warpaint. But don’t let the hushed vocals and drifting guitars deceive you; there’s some serious muscle underneath. (July 3)


Download: “Captured Heart,” “Lost Boy,” “Airwaves”



Culture Reject – Forces (White Whale)


Six long years after its debut EP, Culture Reject coughs up six new songs. You know what they say about the slow and steady.


Culture Reject’s main man, Michael O’Connell, is one of the most talented and musically curious men I’ve ever met. Full disclosure: He and I used to play in a band called Black Cabbage in the mid-’90s; the band broke up 15 years ago. I’d like to think I can be objective at this point. I know his strengths and his weaknesses intimately—and there’s no evidence of any of the latter here. It’s easily the best thing he’s ever done.


Forces finds him peeling back the layers that cramped his debut EP, retaining the tiny touches and tasty bits of percussion, harmonica, trumpet and backing vocals, but scattering them sparingly across hauntingly beautiful songs by keyboardist Karri North and bassist Carlie Howell. "Quicksand" features perhaps the most evocative guitar riff you’ll hear this year. There’s a skittering, syncopated Brazilian rhythm bubbling underneath "Talking Easy." "Timeless Outrage" has all the makings of a campfire classic, one of the most unusually straightforward songs in O’Connell’s catalogue. "Avalanche" boasts a Shuggie Otis strut.


O’Connell’s release schedule doesn’t do his career momentum any favours. But when he emerges from hibernation with an album like this, that hardly matters.


Download: “In My Lovin,” “Quicksand,” “Timeless Outrage”



The Harpoonist and the Axe Murderer – A Real Fine Mess (Tonic)


Does the world need another blues duo? Let’s rephrase the question: does the world need another rock band, folk singer or MC? Just the blues duo has become a subgenre unto itself in the last 10 years, that doesn’t mean someone can’t come out of the woods—or, in this case, somewhere between Victoria and Nanaimo—and breathe new life into the form.


The Harpoonist and the Axe Murderer (named after colloquial terms for harmonica and guitar) feature Shawn Hall on soulful vocals and heavily distorted harmonica, and Matthew Rogers on guitar and drums simultaneously: no loops are involved on stage (or, presumably, on this album). No doubt it’s a killer live act and festival pleaser, but this, their third album, also works on its own merits, with huge production that puts them in the leagues of their most obvious comparison point, the Black Keys, as well as gospel-tinged female backing vocals and full horn sections. One of the best songs here is called “They Don’t Make ’Em Like They Used To”—except in the case of the Harpoonist and the Axe Murderer, I’m not sure they ever did. (July 24)


Download: “Mama’s in the Backseat,” “Don’t Make ’Em Like They Used To,” “Cry a Little”



Bob Mould – Beauty and Ruin (Merge)


Some old punks get mellow. Some go country. Some go electronic. Some wind up on weird career detours, writing scripts for professional wrestling. Bob Mould of Sugar and Husker Du has done all those things, except the country part. These days he’s back with a power trio, one that includes Superchunk drummer Jon Wurster, and his amps sound even louder than they did when he rewrote the rules 30 years ago about how noisy and fast and melodic one band could be at once. The man is 53 years old, and yet nothing about this record sounds like he’s trying to force himself to live up to the revered discography made by his younger self; he does it naturally and practically effortlessly—which makes the cover image juxtaposing then-and-now photos of Mould all the more curious. (July 31)


Download: “I Don’t Know Anymore,” “Little Glass Pill,” “Forgiveness”



David O'Meara and Hilotrons – Sing-Song (Independent)


Every poet knows that the way to reach a mass audience is to set your work to music. Gord Downie, John K. Samson, Leonard Cohen: this is nothing new. Montreal duo AroarA recently resurrected an old book of poetry by Alice Notley, In the Pines, and turned it into a Polaris Prize-nominated album (and my favourite record of 2013).


David O’Meara is an Ottawa poet; Hilotrons is the project of unsung musical genius (and I don’t use that term lightly) Mike Dubue. Hilotrons records are rich with the glorious possibilities of pop music, in terms of both songcraft and instrumental skill. Here, however, Dubue creates a captivating soundtrack for O’Meara’s urban observations, dancing around his prose with playful sound effects, snippets of melody and minimal rhythm. Only on two instrumental tracks, one an intermission and the other the finale, does Dubue employ a rhythm section. Everything else sounds like a bizarro radio drama, one whose central character delivers on his promise: “Like Picasso, I’ll happily rearrange your face.” Or your mind. (July 17)


Download: “So Far So Stupid,” “Somewhere Nowhere,” “Arrest Me”



Michael Rault – Living Daylight (Pirates Blend)


There’s a new Sloan album coming this fall. In the meantime, evidence of their influence—particularly their 1994 classic Twice Removed—is abundant in the work of young Michael Rault.


Here’s a guy who loves vintage equipment and fuzz pedals, big harmonies, late-period Beatles, Big Star, flange pedals and even the occasional sitar. Even better, Rault’s voice emits the occasional squeal of pleasure in ways that only Marc Bolan and Prince seem to have ever done effectively; if you heard it, you’d know what I’m talking about.


Rault was a boy wonder in his native Edmonton, recording his first album before the age of 20; he later lent a valuable hand on the arrangements for Couer de Pirate’s album Blonde. Since moving to Toronto, he’s been gigging constantly and joined the exciting young label Pirates Blend (A Tribe Called Red, BadBadNotGood, Zaki Ibrahim), which will hopefully prevent him from getting pigeonholed in a garage rock rut. Living Daylight is a solid record, but one gets the sense that there’s a lot more inside Michael Rault that we’ve yet to hear. (July 10)


Download: “All Alone (On My Own),” “Lost Something,” “Real Love Yeah”



Naomi Shelton & the Gospel Queens – Cold World (Daptone/Maple)


Naomi Shelton sounds like she just stepped out from the choir pews at an Alabama church—which is where she got her start as a teenager in the late ’50s. She’s been singing ever since, and since she joined the Daptone roster in the early 2000s, she’s been one of the best-kept secrets on the label; this, her second album, is the first we’ve heard from her in five years. Needless to say, her band, comprised of Daptone players (who play in the Budos Band, Antibalas and the Dap-Kings) deliver all the punch of Muscle Shoals, while Shelton and the Gospel Queens display the kind of chemistry that’s all too rare in the age of lead singers multitracking their own vocals. “You’ve got to feel the spirit down in your bones,” they sing. They don’t have to spell it out; we feel it, all right. (July 31)


Download: “Heaven is Mine,” “Thank You Lord,” “Bound for the Promised Land”



Julian Taylor Band – Tech Noir (independent)


You might remember Julian Taylor from his band Staggered Crossing, who had radio hits in the early 2000s, a major label deal, and a second album produced by Jay Bennett of Wilco. These days, however, he’s leading his own quartet, which until very recently featured bassist Ben Spivak—who recently defected to join surprise hitmakers Magic!. Spivak cowrote three songs on both the Magic! album (including the smash hit “Rude”) and Taylor’s Tech Noir.


Of the two albums, however, Tech Noir is infinitely more enjoyable, warm and welcoming. It also has better songs. Taylor has a sassy, soulful voice, and his band moves easily between soul, reggae and rock; theirs is a chemistry clearly forged by many long nights on stage. There are shades of vintage Van Morrison, Al Green, Stevie Wonder, etc.—all artists that Taylor and his band no doubt nail when they moonlight as a cover band. Pretty soon they won’t have to do that, with original material as strong as this.


Taylor doesn’t have anywhere near the money or promotional muscle that his former band had—or his former bandmate now has—but he’s undoubtedly making the best music of his career. It’s time he started turning heads. (July 10)


Download: “No Guns!” “Heatwave,” “Be Good to Your Woman”



Bry Webb – Free Will (Idée Fix)


“Positive people are having children,” sings Bry Webb. “Strength through boredom / strength through joy. … Are these postures of defeat?” Strong words and curious questions, coming from a man who led one of the greatest rock’n’roll bands to ever spring from these parts, the recently reunited Constantines—who were all about joy, certainly not about boredom—and definitely never assumed a posture of defeat.


Webb’s first solo album was a hushed ode to his newborn son; Free Will is no different. Webb may be writing about the fears and joys of being a middle-aged dad, and the music may be the tempo and volume of lullabies, yet it would be a mistake to assume this is placid, comforting music. Throughout, Webb employs not only a lap steel player, but a slide guitar player—meaning every song sounds twice as woozy and wobbly than you might expect. There are Velvet Underground-esque squalls of feedback and droning violin on the hushed “Let’s Get Through Today,” and a dissonant chord sustained by a string section on “Translator.” None of this is meant to be alienating; instead, it underscores the uncertain world the narrator is trying to navigate. “The more fucked up things get / the more I love you,” sings Webb.


Like one of this album’s most obvious influences, Bill Callahan of Smog, Free Will is meant for casual listening. It’s an album of deep lyrical and instrumental subtlety, demanding your full attention. (July 24)


Download: “A.M. Blues,” “Positive People,” “Receive Me”

Monday, November 21, 2011

November '11 reviews

These reviews appeared this month in the Kitchener-Waterloo Record and the Guelph Mercury.


Rich Aucoin – We’re All Dying to Live (Sonic/Warner)

Who made the most exuberant, life-affirming, triumphant and anthemic stadium rock record to come out this year? Woah, Coldplay, take a seat—you’re not even close. The answer is a guy who has yet to play a stadium, although Rich Aucoin deserves to reach Freddie Mercury status in no time.

Like Queen, Aucoin is much more than a rock act: his exuberance works best when he goes four on the floor and builds a disco dance party one layer at a time, inevitably erupting in gang vocals and synchronized fireworks. He’s at his best when he’s being everything to everyone, like on the single “It,” with the don’t-think-do chorus, “We won’t leave it all in our heads.” The entire song sounds like the rousing, climactic conclusion of Arcade Fire’s “Rebellion” on a loop, as sung by hundreds of your closest friends.

Actually, this Halifax musician probably knows at least a few of your closest friends: this album features over 500 guests (all photographed in the liner notes, as proof) culled from every corner of Canada’s indie music scene. If you’re a musician and you’re not on here, frankly, I’d feel left out if I were you. It’s not enough that Aucoin employs several choirs (children’s and otherwise) over the course of the album; the epic journey concludes with all the album’s voices forming one massive choir (in what was surely a mixing nightmare), singing the title phrase repeatedly.

This isn’t all a buoyant disco rock party with choral accompaniment—thankfully—even though those songs are certainly the highlights. Over the course of 22 tracks (in an economical 55 minutes), Aucoin maintains dynamics and flow, at times dialling the intensity back entirely for cinematic instrumental passages driven by malletted percussion. He knows when to aim for the jugular, and when to sit back and take a breather, and this is a stronger album because of that.

Rich Aucoin is not some overachieving indie kid; he’s made a widescreen, kaleidoscopic pop record that is thoroughly satisfying and deserves to be heard by as many people as possible. And I say that as someone unbiased by his live show—which I have somehow missed, despite many opportunities—which is apparently nothing short of mindblowing. (Nov. 3)


Download: “It,” “Brian Wilson is ALIVE,” “Living to Die”



Bruce Peninsula – Open Flame (Hand Drawn Dracula)

Everyone loves a choir. Bands of every genre like to gather all their friends together to holler in harmony as a sign of solidarity, of community, of celebration or defiance. Toronto’s Bruce Peninsula is one of the only bands to fully integrate choral vocals into their sound, an aesthetic based in folk and blues but that sounds decidedly modern, drawing influences from the likes of the Rheostatics, West African guitar music, and Chicago so-called “post-rock,” jazz-influenced prog bands like Tortoise. Assembling those disparate factions together, Bruce Peninsula forge a unique sound and scene they have entirely to themselves. The material here is even more intent on incorporating the choral parts into the songwriting, as well as boosting the profile of husky lead female vocalist Micha Bower as a counterpoint to gruff guitarist Neil Haverty, who dominated earlier material.

And yet rather than sounding like the fruition of a journey, this still sounds like a band in a state of transition. Their earliest material drew heavily from Alan Lomax-era folk recordings; their excellent debut, 2009’s A Mountain is a Mouth, moved into more modern directions, while retaining the bluesy base. This band is full of impeccable musicians, and although they can make every counterintuitive rhythmic twist sound entirely natural, many of these songs could stand to surrender to simplicity. Even then, the band’s refusal to take an easy way out is more often than not rewarding than it is frustrating.

But just because Bruce Peninsula are difficult to pin down and make it hard for writers to summarize easily doesn’t mean they’re not still one of the most original and exciting bands in Canada today. (Nov. 10)

Download: “As Long As I Live,” “Pull Me Under,” “Open Flame”



Florence and the Machine – Ceremonials (Universal)

What a voice—and what a waste. Few would argue that Florence Welch has an astounding voice, the kind that could not only fill stadiums, but entire mountain ranges. She has the soul of Adele, the depth of PJ Harvey, the prettiness of Sarah McLachlan, the star power of Bono. And yet here on her second album, she fails to come up with tunes to match her talent. It’s like watching Robert DeNiro in a low-rent comedy full of fart jokes: too much of Ceremonials falls back into breast-beating histrionics more suited to Celine Dion. When she does come up with a spine-tingling, showstopping anthem, it merely casts the rest of the material into sharp relief. (Nov. 10)

Download: “Breaking Down,” “Let Me Go,” “Lover to Lover”



Gonzales – The Unspeakable Chilly Gonzales (Arts and Crafts)

Love the new Feist record? Then you should check out her longtime friend, producer and collaborator Chilly Gonzales—and quickly discover that his solo work is far removed from the world of socially acceptable singer/songwriters.

Gonzales is a high-concept prankster and “entertainist” who’s never shied away from boasting about his musical genius—which he does here on a musical concept album setting his self-obsessed raps to entirely orchestral arrangements, with nary an electronic instrument to be found. It’s as ridiculous as it sounds; it’s also amazing.

Here’s a guy who launched his current stage persona with obnoxious, unfunny rap records and then released a straight-up Satie homage of solo piano music that made him a star in France. On Unspeakable, he marries his high- and low-brow loves brilliantly. The orchestrations are bold, majestic, and often lovely, making those once-ballyhooed collaborations between Jon Brion and Kanye West sound like child’s play. Meanwhile, the rhymes and the delivery are downright hilarious, a crude tour-de-force that is alternately self-loathing (“Who Wants To Hear This?” and “Shut Up and Play the Piano”) and braggadocious, best summed up with the line, “Here’s a melody to lubricate your tearducts / you’re about to be earf---ed.” It helps to know a bit about Gonzales’ bizarre career trajectory, but even if you don’t, there’s plenty to laugh at—and with: “It’s like hearing my dad rap / abstract / like porn with a laugh track.” (Nov. 3)

Download: “Supervillain Music,” “Self-Portrait,” “Beans”



High Places – Original Colors (Thrill Jockey)

High Places vocalist Mary Pearson has a wisp of a voice, one that sounds like she’s daydreaming while singing. And for most of this duo’s brief history, High Places’ music sounded just as abstract and amorphous, with unconventional electronics and household instrumentation (bowls, bells, plastic bags, etc.) manipulated into unique beats and soundscapes by Pearson and musical partner Rob Barber. Here, the sound has toughened up considerably without changing the initial aesthetic: there’s more bottom end, more definition in the mix, and more of a pulse. In other words, what at first sounded like an uncertain, flirtatious courtship now feels like things have moved to the bedroom and started to get real serious. Original Colors is sensual and immersive, the kind of record that feels like a luxurious, aromatherapeutic hot bath. Just in time for winter. (Nov. 3)

Download: “Year Off,” “Banksia,” “Dry Lake”



Amai Kuda – Sand From the Sea (independent)

The debut album from this Toronto artist opens with just her voice and handclaps: it’s all she needs to instantly establish herself as a captivating presence. The instant the fully fleshed out instrumental arrangements appear, it’s obvious those are just gravy. Kuda herself is the whole package.

Indeed, one of the biggest strengths of Sand From the Sea is that Kuda’s voice is always front and centre; the arrangements never clutter her space, and even on the modern-day R&B tracks she often strips everything to their essence, and more than a few tracks could be blues hollers or traditional African songs. Kuda draws from diverse black diaspora traditions—central African music, blues, hip-hop, reggae and soul—immersing herself in whatever sounds are surrounding her at the moment. She also has the songwriting chops to pull it all off. For all its eclecticism, Sand From the Sea doesn’t sound like a hodgepodge; it’s a consistently strong debut that instantly marks Kuda as the brightest new Canadian talent this year.

And yet for Kuda—who is painfully modest in her blog postings on her website—it’s obvious that music is a means to an end for her: almost every track carries a message of social justice. Sometimes it’s extremely effective, sometimes it sounds like every activist musician you ever saw play a benefit show in the ’90s. Even at her preachiest, however, Kuda is still compelling, her voice recalling the best work of Tracy Chapman, Michelle Shocked, Alicia Keys and Lauryn Hill. She’s definitely her own woman, however: smart, sensual, and righteous—and with one hell of a debut behind her. (Nov. 17)

Download: “Woman,” “All My Fine Shoes,” “Dance Chaka”



David Lynch – Crazy Clown Time (Sunday Best)

If you’ve ever heard David Lynch’s oddball, nasal, Southern deadpan drawl of a speaking voice, you’d be hard pressed to imagine him as a singer. After listening to Crazy Clown Time, that’s still the case.

Lynch spends most of this album speaking or singing through various voice modulators, affectations and effects, which are suitably disorienting and set to eerie tracks that sound like, well, like David Lynch soundtracks (or a more unhinged Timber Timbre). There are times when it’s mysterious and magical, like the slide-guitar instrumental “The Night Bell With Lightning” or “Noah’s Ark,” although more often than not Lynch sounds like an outsider artist/idiot savant croaking non-sequiturs. On the confounding and appropriately titled track “Strange and Unproductive Thinking,” Lynch rambles on breathlessly in a Vocoder monotone about all sorts of pseudo-philosophy before he ends with a rant about dentistry and “negative distortion of the mouth.”

If Julee Cruise’s Floating Into the Night album—which featured the Twin Peaks theme, “Falling”—was the product of the David Lynch who made Blue Velvet, Crazy Clown Time is the work of the David Lynch who made Inland Empire. If you managed to sit through that film, then there are times when this album makes perfect sense. Mulholland Drive is a Disney movie in comparison. (Nov. 10)

Download: “The Night Bell with Lightning,” “Good Day Today,” “Noah’s Ark”



Bry Webb – Provider (Idee Fixe)

Most CanRock fans first heard Bry Webb sing on the Constantines’ 2001 debut album; he sounded hoarse, hungry, like a rock’n’roll veteran seeking redemption. He sounded a lot older than the twentysomething he was at the time. Here on his debut solo album, Webb sounds considerably softer and, well, younger. His voice has a tenderness that has never been present on record before—not even on the Constantines’ quietest moments—and Provider is a fascinating album because of it.

The entire album is low-key and subdued, consisting of little other than electric guitar and the subtlest shades of slide guitar, marimba, ukulele, a droning horn section and occasional female backing vocals—all of which is practically invisible. There’s a weightlessness to this material, a delicacy that draws you closer and demands your attention. It’s not bedtime background music; it’s meditative and focused while Webb paints vivid character portraits in his lyrics.

No matter what you think you know about Bry Webb’s music, Provider is a most pleasant surprise. (Nov. 17)

Download: “Ex-Punks,” “Zebra,” “Get You Up in Peace”