Thursday, December 19, 2013

The Best Band on Earth, 1967

Of course with this being probably the best year for music of all time, this was tricky.  However, I don't even have to list all the reasons why it's the Velvet Underground.

I should mention that they released two masterpieces in this year - their only two albums featuring John Cale, making them on par, or even surpassing the sum of their parts.  In 1967 their connection to Andy Warhol brought them to great prominence even if their records didn't sell that well (though by today standards peaking at 182 is hardly a failure).  They did that whole thing with the art freaks and then ditched them to get even weirder with White Light/White Heat.  For Those reasons this incarnation is seen as the more experimental side, but I prefer to see the aggression of their experimentation as their sign of being a true rock band.  While it may sound avant-garde, songs like "Run Run Run" and "Sister Ray" have been proven by the rest of rock history to be the definition of the genre.  With the more conceptual and experimental pieces like "All Tomorrow's Parties" and "The Gift" being balanced out by the sweet sounds of "Sunday Morning" and "Here She Comes Now," the Velvets seem to have more in common with the Beatles than with Captain Beefheart.

Prior to their run-in with Warhol, the Velvets were just another rock band playing teen beat shows around the New York area and their maturity and bend for weirdness never detracted or even distracted from their ability to rock hard.  With that, the original quartet had that raw cohesion that makes 60s punk such a special kind of music.  While I will admit they still had that power with Doug Yule, few musicians can approach John Cale's level of talent and creativity - an undeniable part of this era's sound.

Though as much as one can say for Cale and Reed, I refuse to keep allowing the greatness of Sterling Morrison to be overlooked, and hey as reprehensible as her later political affiliation is, Moe Tucker was the first woman in a band outside of vocals/tambourine to not have a gimmicky element.  Plus she played a weird kit.

Honorable mentions:  Moby Grape, Love.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Best Band on Earth, 1966

Missed yesterday on account of the yuletide obligations.  Now, on for another underground hipster snob pick for 1966:  The 13th Floor Elevators.
Though I'll be one of the first to tell you that Easter Everywhere blows the debut away, the 1966 Elevators are the greater band.  The core of Roky Erickson, Tommy Hall, and Stacy Sutherland was augmented by a rhythm section that matched them on a more even level and included the highly-underrated drummer John Ike Walton who many considered the band's secret weapon.

These days people focus the most on the Elevators mystic/psychedelic aspect, but Erickson's energy and the band's attack made them as much a proto-punk group, making "You're Gonna Miss Me" a staple of Lenny Kaye's Nuggets.  The band's debut is furious statement that was originally intended to be a crash-course in psychedelic enlightenment orchestrated by Tommy Hall which would have made it one of, if not the first concept album.  The 1966 Elevators truly vied up to the 4 P's with their attack, concepts, freeform experimentalism, and great catchy songs.

The Elevators were on a speeding upward trajectory this year as the quintet and their entourage of new age contributors including Clementine Hall and Powell St. John created a massive, yet under-appreaciated shockwave.  They scored a national hit, released an Erath-shattering album, and moved on to show San Francisco the real meaning of psychedelic rock thanks to Janis Joplin.  The band was on top of the world and still had great music ahead of them, and the raggedy that surrounded the band had not yet begun to destroy it.

Honorable mention:  The Kinks.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Best band on Earth, 1965

The shape of rock music had changed radically in its brief existence at this point,t hough few noticed.  That's why for 1965, I am giving you its first deconstructionists the monks.

Maybe all you Trans-Atlantic Feedback devotees are right and the whole concept was a couple German guys' ideas, but that can't discount the fact that these five Americans played the music.  After all, they weren't the ones who kicked off an album saying, "alright, my name's Gary."  It just wouldn't have the same impact if they did anyway.  With guitar, bass, drums, organ, and electric banjo they already had an all new post-beat sound that is more proto-krautrock than pro to-punk.  Still that doesn't acknowledge the fact that Gary Burger could be described as the first true noise guitarist.  To those of us in the know it is a fact that Jimi Hendrix saw the monks right when he came to England.

Still, the guitar is such a small part and their rhythmic droning, sometimes stripped down to a mere fuzz bass and drum kit puts the Velvet Underground's to shame.  While simplicity was already considered a virtue in rock, the monks' primal minimalism was something all new and Larry Clark's organ was as bold in its merciless cacophony as the guitar, to say nothing of the metallic crunch of Dave Day's banjo.

Their appearance wasn't even as radical as their lyrics which presumably were accepted only due to being in a country that might not grasp every aspect that makes "I Hate You" and "Monk Time" so powerful.  They were probably just happy bopping to the linguistic unification of "We Do, Wie Du."

The monks were a howling, crunching music machine that completely reconstructed rock music for the future, and as simple as it may appear, not just any five guys could sound like this.

Honorable mention:  The Byrds

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Best Band In The World, 1964


Luckily the Rolling Stones at the top of their game were captured on film in the unbelievable TA.M.I. Show on which some people feel that their closing performance even outdoes James Brown's.  I am not sure if I concur, as it is just not right to compare.  Regardless I have see few performances on par with the Stones'.

That being said, this performance pre-dates the Rolling Stones that people born after the fifties (or possibly even most of the fifties) knows, still long before defining hits like "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction," but the familiarity with the material is hardly an issue.  In 1964, few people other than the band's biggest fans would know much about the individuals that made up this group.  There's the wild frontman oozing with sex, the the drugged-out genius on lead guitar, the barely competent madman wildcard on rhythm guitar - and I believe four maracas, the creepy older lech holding a bass like a real weirdo, and a quiet fellow behind the traps serving as the ringleader.  It's more than than just the way that they are dressed that made their performance the most casual.  When the Stones abandoned their Beatles-esque uniforms they brought on the artist of rock artists just not giving a fuck, providing many with the "Stones are better than Beatles" argument that still rages on.

If, this seems to focused on the T.A.M.I. Show it's because it could make a greater argument than any person ever could.  The producers wisely chose this band, still called by some a flash in the pan, to close the extravagant show and forever solidified the band's greatness before they even came into themselves.  They played the music they all loved, they were young, and they sere still far come bloated or drug-damaged.  For those reasons the Rolling Stones, regardless of how much greater they may have become, were the best band in the world in 1964.

Friday, December 13, 2013

The Best Band on Earth, 1963

With this band it's wasn't a matter of if, but rather when, so of course...  The Beatles.


I still refuse to take sides on the early vs. later Beatles argument, but what is unarguable is the fact that 1963 was the year the Beatles rose to the top of the world where they still are.  They could not have done that without their unrelenting schedule of killer live shows - already in top form from their years in Hamburg.  Footage from this era shows a band that delivered anything anyone could want from a rock show.  Brian Epstein also made sure they were extra charming and looked great, even if the suits were a bit weird.

Though they were still playing a lot of covers at this point that is what many fans loved most and groups like the Cyril Jordan era Flamin' Groovies owe their whole persona to this era and their re-workings of original classics like "Misery" and "Please Please Me" have been kept alive.  These songs showed that Lennon and McCartney had even greater skill than the guys they were covering with tunes as diverse as the sweet love of "All My Loving" to the determined punk fury of "I Wanna Be Your Man."

These performances were effortless to this unmatchable quartet and for those lucky enough to experience these times they remain the fondest of all Beatles' memories.  Of course, the music only got better, but we've all heard enough about the Beatles.  There is no need for me to further ellaborate why they were the best band in the world in 1963.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

The Best Band on Earth, 1962

It begins in 1962 as this was the birth of the "band" era.  Before that, in rock at least, it was all about singular performers and perhaps some acknowledgement of their side men.  This concept is based on the idea of cohesion, energy, and unity.  No bands repeat, so I guess it's not totally accurate.  It has very little to do with records and some bands will be number one when they did not release anything or maybe even released a weak album.  So, with that, the best band of 1962, The Beach Boys.


So, obviously I am not trying to say that the Beach Boys did their best work in 1962, but merely that they were the best band in the world at the time.  In a lot of ways, they were the best band they ever were at this point.  As the music got better they became more a project of Brian Wilson making use of five other vocalists and one other guitarist.  Then really just six solo projects that would share LPs.

1962, though the quintet of Brian, Carl, and Dennis Wilson with Mike Love and David Marks were the tightest and liveliest band so far.  Brian's songs were getting better and better by the day as he expanded beyond surfing and car songs into the likes of "Farmer's Daughter" and "Lonely Sea."  Though a weaker record, their debut Surfin' Safari showed how much potential the soon-to-be legendary band had and considering the hypnotic harmonies on "Ten Little Indians" were recorded live they may have already been there.

There is still a lot of controversy surrounding rhythm guitarist David Marks, but the extraordinarily young guitarist contributed much to the band being so cohesive.  The 1962 lineup was essentially a power trio of brothers plus one cousin and Marks.  Growing up in the same neighborhood as the Wilsons he was Dennis' young sidekick and even learned how to play guitar side by side with Carl.  These familiar bonds gave this era a rhythmic lock never head before that even a mature musician like Al Jardine just could not outdo.

The mostly teenage band did a lot of touring already and maintained a live schedule far more demanding than most bands since the 80s and their playing was improving as rapidly as the songwriting.  Sure, it may pale in comparison to Pet Sounds, but the 1962 Beach Boys were a live musical force far beyond many of over 50  the groups that will follow.  Plus, consider that the average age of its members was only 17!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

The Best of 2013

One day after the release of a Robert Pollard album I know I just won't have time to absorb, here's my year-end list.

First, the notables from categories I'm not doing this year.

As always, I'm listening to a lot - perhaps primarily, reissues.  I'm not really keeping up with the release dates.  Who knows what came out this year, last year, maybe even 2011 for the fifth or sixth time.  I do know that the second set of Cleaners from Venus records came out this year.  I wanted to get the whole boxed set, but couldn't find it when I had my chance.  Therefore, just the beautifully-titled In The Golden Autumn which I can recommend highly thanks to tracks like "Renee" and "Marilyn on a Train."

Then of course there was Speed the Plough's The Plough and the Stars which I have discussed a lot on the link.  IT's an undefinable record excellent in all the things it is - a best-of, an archival live release, and a new EP, even if the last one is one side of an LP.

That section of the piece, entitled Tag Sale was not the only incredible EP to come out of new Jersey.  Ducktails' Wish Hotel was perhaps my favorite record of the year, any format and a huge improvement over the album he released earlier this year.
So now onto the main event.  The top 10 albums of 2013.  This year, more than ever, I think 10 was the correct number, though ranking them was even harder than most.

10.  Robert Pollard - Honey Locust Honky Tonk
With Pollard's suggestion that English Little League could be the final Guided by Voices record I knew that his next solo album was worth checking out after the last time it happened.  Luckily there are at least two more coming from his group, but this effort is a good one.  In a recent interview with Pollard he discussed the difference between the two projects and these songs coming from an individual 55 year-old man is an even bigger defining element than longer tracks, more keyboards, and less pop.  This maturity may be hear best on the closer "Airs," but Pollard's talent as evident on all the tracks with rocker "Flash Gordon Style" and "Her Eyes Play Tricks on the Camera" being some other top picks.

9.  Mikal Cronin - MCII
It took a recommendation to check this one out as I'm really not into that whole thing coming out of San Francisco these days, but this is a pretty cool guitar pop record.  The young Cronin has a good ear and it's interesting to see what he will do in the future when he gains some more maturity.  I think he falls into some of the retro traps his adopted city is full of, but on face value there is nothing wrong with channeling the greats of the past and songs like "Shout it Out" transcend all of those things.

8.  Surfer Blood - Pythons
One of the most overlooked records of the year (probably due to frontman John Paul Pitts' mental issues and the havoc the wrought), Surfer Blood's follow-up is probably an even better record than their 2010 debut.  This is in no small part due to veteran producer Gil Norton whose work makes opener "Demon Dance" shine as brightly as their other opening track.  The band, now down to a four-piece has just gotten better as well and Pitts' lyrics go even further into his dark psyche and past on songs like "Blair Witch" and "I Was Wrong."  If it doesn't hit the same heights as their debut, it is definitely more consistent and their influences have made them a truly unique voice distinguishing them from the 80s and 90s revivalists to whom they can be compared.  One more record like this and they will have outdone Weezer.  Easily.

7.  Bronko Lelich - The Wrong Stuff
This Bay Area transplant in Brooklyn named after a deceased doctor released this album at the same time as his old band No Big Deal's also strong album.  This one ended up being one of my favorites of the year.  The short lengths show his dedication to Guided by Voices, but the punk energy with transcendently catchy pop make him more along the lines of a non-violent Jay Reatard - best heard on "Pouring Rain."  His skill for concise lyrics may even outdo the pop hooks on songs like "Loveliest One" and "It's So Hard (The Self-Pity Anthem)" and with his perfect guitar tones on "Bad News" and opener "Hella Faced" makes this a perfect record for the rock future.  If you, for some reason haven't downloaded it yet, do that now here:  http://bronkolelich.bandcamp.com/

6.  Guided by Voices - English Little League
Pollard, Sprout, and the rest continue their rise back to the status of the best band on Earth with their fourth reunion album.  It may be the biggest jump in quality yet in terms of both consistency and standout tracks.  Of course Sprout is still shining even brighter with these albums his only current outlet and "Islands (She Talks In Rainbows)" has joined the upper echelon of his best work.  Pollard and his increasingly collaborative approach is also returning to form and the opening one-two punch of "Xeno Pariah" and "Know Me As Heavy," but hits his highest point with "Flunky Minnows."  This album may not be classic era, but no use in expecting more of those, and I would wager to say it beats almost all the professional era albums.  They even close it powerfully with "W/ Glass In Foot"!

5.  Yo La Tengo - Fade
Now over twenty years in their classic incarnation the Hoboken, New Jersey trio shows no signs of slowing down even if their hometown has completed its final death rattle.  Released in the very beginning of the year, it certainly got things moving with this exceptional album, especially opening with "Ohm" a song that captures what Yo La Tengo do best with the surprising lead of James McNew.  With no tracks over 7 minutes it's also one of their most concise and the shortest track of them all "Well You Better" is one of their best pop tracks of all time.  It's their best album in half a decade and if that doesn't say much just remember how great the last one was.  Either way, it's Yo La Tengo and noisy folk pop will always be one of the best things an album can be no matter what.

4.  My Bloody Valentine - m b v
The overhyped and, naturally, over-backlashed album of the year took enough time to absorb than most of those reactions are invalid.  Kevin Shields managed to get past the 22 years of pressure and produced another great record for the legendary band.  Of course, it was a little less collaborative than it had been in the past, but nothing changes the quality of the music.  Less song-oriented than ever before the textures on this album may even surpass those in the past without the overkill of Loveless which shows a more mature artist.  Rather than try to repeat their old masterpiece, they have a sound the picks up the evolution where they left off and the record has a charm all of its own, like all of the group's other records.  More ethereal Irish music from the heart and a new classic song to boot in "New You," one of their best of all time.

3.  The Flaming Lips - The Terror
I am only new beginning to absorb this album.  Perhaps it was the release date.  It's just not a very Spring album, is it?  I have a feeling it may end up a masterpiece in my mind, taking over the number one spot for this year and maybe the Lips' career.  The last few years have given us a whole lot of apocalyptic albums and this is one of the finest, in a was picking up where the other slow-burning Embryonic left off.  If you're not ready it's hard to sit through it and very hard to find a foothold, but the same could be said for much of Pink Floyd and this album proves more than any other that the Li[s are the heirs to that throne.  Once this album has its following it will be a real life changer as there is no doubt that each member of this band has found as cosmic channel to the truth you shouldn't need any more proof than titles like "Be Free, A Way" and "You Are Alone" should be enough.  If you've been scratching your head over this release it's time to listen to it again.  The bonus tracks are great too and "Sun Blows Up Today" should have been included on my mix for the year.

2.  Kurt Vile - Walkin' in a Pretty Daze
It took long enough, but I was finally won over by Kurt Vile at the South Street Seaport this summer.  Shortly after I picked up this album and it was in very heavy rotation for a while.  Prior to its release it would be hard to imagine Vile sounding any stonier (though on "Goldtone" he insists that's not the case), but the extended lengths of these songs managed to do it.  Even with many of these slow, psychedelic folk tunes pushing the 10-minute mark it never drags or even gets too jammy proving Vile and his Violators highly-skilled in getting to the essence of the music and it making it really count.  With one of the most perfect titles of all time, it's no surprise that the lyrics are one of the biggest strengtths as well, from the nebulous, yet blissed-out opener to the sentimental fantasy of "Girl Called Alex."  However, it is "Was All Talk" that defines the album best:  "Making music is easy.  Watch me!"

1.  Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires of The City
When this came out, I - like so many others, still had a hard time liking Vampire Weekend.  This album though, was a huge step up, even as I've come to appreciate all their records.  As the cover suggests this is not just another snicker at the Northeast upper crust, but an honest look at the majesty of the city that gave birth to this unique group.  It could not have been timed any better and the opening "Obvious Bicycle" was enough to show a different side to the New Yorkers.  Though it contributes to what has put off so many people, the group's honesty is one of their virtues and the album takes it so far it gets both uncomfortable and transcendent as in the breakdown of "Finger Back."  Where there is an air of light preppy fun on the album, death is everywhere and the release of "Diane Young," which I still believe is the album's weakest track as lead single said all that could be said in that regard.  I also can't condone what they did to those Saab's, but its artistic reasons are good enough to overlook it.  This element of damnation and redemption that begins early on with "Unbelievers" spirals to a dramatic conclusion at the end with tracks like "Worship You," the eerie "Hudosn," and the gorgeous conclusion "Young Lion," which is even a little reminiscent of "You're Not An Airplane."  The record's production may actually be what it keeps it so on the edge, though with the rising superstar Ariel Rechtshaid adding pop sounds foreign to a person like me fitting in perfectly with Rostam Btmanlij's ear for classical embellishments, best heard on "Ya Hey."  A masterpiece, and maybe even more perfectly-titled than the Kurt Vile record.

Top 5 Songs of 2013:

5.  Vampire Weekend - "Obvious Bicycle"
4.  Surfer Blood - "Demon Dance"
3.  My Bloody Valentine - "New You"
2.  Ducktails - "Wish Hotel"
1.  Deerhunter - "The Missing"

Top 5 Sets I Attended in 2013:

5.  pow wow! at Living Bread, Brooklyn
4.  Flamin' Groovies, Maxwell's, Hoboken
3.  Feelies, Washington Street, Hoboken
2.  Will Stratton, Pete's Candy Shop, Brooklyn
1.  The Last Nights, Super River House, Los Angeles

So what's coming up for 2014?

A lot of good!  First of all, from New Jersey, of course.  As anyone who downloaded my best of 2013 mix would know the next Will Stratton album is going to kick ass.  There's a reason he's #2 on that live shows list.  That was one of the most emotionally-moving experiences of my life, beat only by the time he played before, but that set wasn't as long.  The other one would be the New Real Estate album.  Every little scrap I've heard from that so far is as great as Days.  I would't be surprised if we get more form Speed the Plough and their new lineup too.

Then of course there's Super River, and our upcoming album The Ball Python Manual.  It's taken a long time to complete, but it shouldn't be that much longer.  It's gonna be pretty different from This One Reminds Me The Most of Us, I think in a good way, so hopefully that will be finished and you can all hear it soon!

Also, I believe there should be some new releases from Twin Sister, the Apples In Stereo, and definitely some cool stuff coming out of Alameda, so that's promising.

Coming soon (probably tomorrow) the best band in the world for every year.

Monday, December 9, 2013

2013 Mix

In my slow way of moving toward the obligatory end of the year list, here is my best of 2013 Mix.  It's all new music from all formats, so nothing from the great reissues I will mention in non-list form in the next article.

I think it's a good mix of stuff that's been released over the year.  Some of it won't even get a nod in my year-end list, but these are good songs.  Some of it is rare stuff that you won't hear anywhere else... At least not yet.  So here it is, along with my suggested order because I don't have any blank CDs to commit these tracks into my ideal fashion:

1.  "Jesus Loves the the Byrds" - Starling Electric
2.  "Perfect North" - Speed the Plough
3.  "Return of the Champ" - The Last Nights
4.  "Demon Dance" - Surfer Blood
5.  "Islands (She Talks In Rainbows)" - Guided by Voices
6.  "She's a Freak" - Bronko Lelich
7.  "Well You Better" - Yo La Tengo
8.  "Finger Back" - Vampire Weekend
9.  "Walkin' On A Pretty Day" - Kurt Vile
10.  "Ice Cream Date" - No Big Deal
11.  "The Missing" - Deerhunter
12.  "Flunky Minnows" - Guided by Voices
13.  "Shout it Out" - Mikal Cronin
14.  "New You" - My Bloody Valentine
15.  "Wish Hotel" - Ducktails
16.  "The End of Love" - Super River
17.  "Imperium" - Blouse
18.  "Airs" - Robert Pollard
19.  "Gray Lodge Wisdom" - Will Stratton

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Friday, November 22, 2013

The Rise and Fall of Emotion-Wave

Through my formative years it seemed like music was getting more and more emotional, completely out of control.  It affected so many different styles of music and I thought it would never end.  I was born in 1987, and I would say this lasted at least from 1988 to 2005.  I have been wanting to address this topic for a while now and I have the outline a bit clearer now.  I will be pretty harsh on a lot of artists, though some of them I actually like to some extent.  After all, music should be emotional... but there is a limit.  I remember one day in Summer 2005 when that limit was reached, and not just in my opinion.

(The opposite effect, with the shift from the likes of The Smiths and the Cure to the anti-grunge of Britpop was considered as part of this article, but then I remembered that British music hasn't been worth writing about in almost 20 years.)

Part I:  Forming

It can be hard to point out where this all began.  The most obvious argument is the rise of grunge as it is one of those few movements to affect the mainstream and the underground equally.  This is understandable, especially with songs like "Jeremy" being some of the biggest hits of the era.  However, if you look at Nevermind it's pretty balanced emotionally.  It's much more emotional than Poison which was a change for sure, but feelings weren't everything.

Now take how the ultimate - and worst - party band, The Red Hot Chili Peppers breaks out of the marginalized thrash-funk scene and into every home with "Under The Bridge."  When the band who recorded "Party on Your Pussy" and "Fight Like a Brave" has a hit like that, there is no doubt the trend is already in motion.  Another massive 1991 hit that bridges the gap in mainstream and underground rock is "Losing My Religion," by R.E.M..  This song can't be ignored, and is certainly a far cry from "Dr. Feelgood," but actually the rise of underground rock had little to do with the change of pace, it was merely in the right place at the right time.  After all, this is the music that evolved from The Butthole Surfers, Meat Puppets, and Beat Happening.  Additionally, HĂ¼sker DĂ¼'s move to the majors did little to intensify the emotion of American rock music.

DĂ¼'s, and to a lesser extent, The Replacement's, attempts to reach the mainstream with their emotional brand of American Underground mirrors the actual truth in the larger shift as it was metal's change of mood that really did it.  Perhaps it was the death of this guy...
Cliff Burton, metal skuzz.
His death brought it on, but Metallica's album ...And Justice For All, particularly the hit single "One" that brought the often macho (mainstream), often snarky and ironic (underground), rock scene to weepy boy intensity.  This propelled Metallica into a snowballing success that only grew with their self-titled album highlighted by the hits "The Unforgiven" and "Nothing Else Matters."  When America accepted "sensitive" metal heads it opened the floodgates for all kinds of emotional masturbation in rock music.  If Metallica is not enough of an example, just look at the roughly 140 minutes that make up Guns 'N' Roses' Use Your Illusion project.  "November Rain" was another smash, but it's not the only heartbreaking epic and Axl Rose's sensitive balladeer persona predates even Eddie Vedder's, though hailing from the world seemingly least likely to embrace it.

Part II:  Eddie Vedder Syndrome

Sure, Nevermind had its moments like "Lithium" and "On a Plain," but no one would deny that humor and irony were a huge part of what made Kurt Cobain great.  Not so with San Diego transplant Eddie Vedder.  If you're looking for comedy in Pearl Jam, your search will conclude with Jeff Ament's hat collection.

I believe, there is no need for me to dissect Pearl Jam's debut and its lyrical focus on incest, school shootings, and schizophrenia, or even talk about how intense Vedder is all the time, or even more how - despite what I will say at the conclusion of this article his Ukulele Songs album might actually be the peak of this wave.  What I do need to reinforce is that all these songs, most significantly "Black," were rock radio staples of the era.  Any savvy aspiring rock star aiming to be as big as Zeppelin while playing venues like the Viper Room and the Roxy could tell which way the wind was blowing and quickly dropped songs like "Unskinny Bop" and "Girls, Girls, Girls," in favor of "Counting Blue Cars" and "Sister."

If you were playing rock in the 90s, got airplay, and still sucked you could bet your singer was imitating Vedder, in both vocals and lyrics.  I could go on and on about the kind of dreck that was perpetrated by bands like Seven Mary Three (now country), Days of the New (do you even remember?) and Collective Soul... but I'll keep it to Everclear and Creed.

Though not as much influenced by Pearl Jam, Everclear was the ultimate post-grunge band.  They had the roots in the Northwest and even a sense of humor, but frontman Art Alexakis built his whole image on his willingness to discuss his daddy issues.  While no fan of fathers myself, it is a well-known fact that nothing is less inspired than discussing this topic exclusively.  The fact that America allowed this approach (which was even more repetitive in sound than in subject matter) proved not only that the rock audience was incredibly accepting of this over-emotional garbage, but that it was starving for more and more.

And that is exactly what we got with the Tallahassee, Florida band Creed.  If you are unaware, Creed's first album, which made up a huge portion of every "edge station" playlist for 1998, looks like this:
Creed - My Own Prison (1997)
It sounds like that too: a man standing in a fetal position in an abandoned house with no shirt on.  He is wearing shoes, though.  I'll spare everyone else the reminder of what this album, and its follow-ups Human Clay and Weathered sounded like, but this ungodly quartet brought Praisefest intensity to the inescapable masses.  If the most pompous, tattooed junior pastor in the world put all his holy energy and limited intelligence into imitating Eddie Vedder it would sound almost this bad - and almost as emotional.  No matter what bassist Brian Marshall says, it's not as good as Pearl Jam.

I wish my article ended here.

Part III:  No One Is Safe

This is all rock, alt rock for rock fans who love Pearl Jam and believe that sensitivity is a good thing, that it is okay for a man to cry, for a man to stick up for women's rights.  It was the 90s and it had its good points.

Woodstock 99 would paint the picture of a different kind of audience:  destructive, misogynistic, and just plain dangerous with their Family Values Tours and their - you guessed it!  Anger Management Tours.

So let us not forget that anger is a valid emotion as we look at how nĂ¼-metal and Eminem were no less a part of this trend than Thursday and Connor Oberst.  Similar to post-grunge I will keep it simple and not pontificate about the heart-wrenching rap-rock of P.O.D., or talk about how even Limp Bizkit released "Rearranged."   I won't even go on about the existence of Linkin Park, but in this case only because it has already been done so well here, or maybe I'll place them in the emo section.  They have more in common with those bands anyway.  So instead I'll focus on the leaders: Korn and Eminem.

To keep things chronological, I'll start with the Bakersfield quintet.  Like all the others in this subsection, anger is their principle emotion.  However, the band's tendency to remain deliberately serious keeps it more consistently emotional than "The Nookie" or "Break Stuff."  I don't need to give much evidence other than these images:
1999
and of course, their video that graphically depicts domestic abuse:
...hard to believe that happened, isn't it?

So, as rap rock became as emotional as the wussies its fans take pride in terrorizing, the natural next step was hip-hop itself - just in time for the arrival of the most legendary white rapper of all time.

While Eminem's sense of humor and endorsement from Dr. Dre may have broken him to the world with hits like "My Name Is" and "Role Model," it was a shock when his follow-up arrived looking like this:
The album containing "The Real Slim Shady"
This album was, and still is, heralded as a masterpiece.  But, this reputation is built less on the MC's ability to rhyme in a creative rhythm or the musicianship of the production, but rather its bludgeoning emotional force.  In true fashion of the times its aggressive, violent emotions are balanced with tracks of a weepier tone, subjecting yet another audience to the belief that artistry is defined by full-frontal emotional nudity.  It would not be the last time a Michigan artist would build his reputation this way.

Part IV:  Short For "Emotional"

Hip-hop is not for everybody, and at the turn of the millennium bands like Creed and the Foo Fighters weren't gut-wrenching enough for a mainstream rock audience that wanted song like "The Way I Am," but with some guitars and harmonies.  That's when Emo stepped in.

I don't have to go through the whole story of Emo that began in the 80s in Washington, DC, then traveled to the other Washington with Sunny Day Real Estate, and then invented itself again with Weezer's Pinkerton a whole five years before the not-particularly-emotional Jimmy Eat World started scoring mislabeled hits.  I don't have to because it's not worthy.  It's only worthy of one sentence.  A run-on sentence, at that.

The real story began a few months later when no teenager in America could escape Dashboard Confessional and "Screaming Infidelities," because somehow many of their peers loved it.  Then there was Thursday, Saves the Day, Taking Back Sunday and so many more.  As rock's popularity continued to wane nu-metal was out, and garage-revival proved unable to connect for long.  By 2003 success was hopeless if you did not jump on the emo bandwagon.  Far removed bands like pop-punk brats Sum 41 rode the wave with "Still Waiting" and fantasy prog-nerds Coheed and Cambria owe their whole career to the emo label.  Before long emo, and its offshoot screamo, became an enduring subculture that has become one of the most maligned globally.  In the US circa 2002, though, it was just the norm.  Even the jocks rocked out to Finch, and even goofballs who knew better were still getting floppy haircuts because it was the only way to get girls.
Emo male

Emo female
The look of emo became synonymous with the music and seeing it let the spectator make no mistake about a person's likelihood to express excessive emotion at any time.  This fashion allowed the intense feeling of the time to manifest itself beyond the radio and MTV and into the public eye wherever the affected went.  In other words, full cultural penetration.  The good part was that any savvy observer would know the breaking point was on its way.

Part V:  Emotion Beyond Comprehension

The militant hardcore types may argue for a clearer and narrower definition of emo, but many, including its fans, saw it in vaguer terms.  Most often these terms included Bright Eyes.  Sometimes, they even included Elliott Smith.  Anyone with an ear for music would be unable to hear what musically these artists had in common with My Chemical Romance or Cursive, or even Mineral, but they certainly fit in line with my argument.

After all, Elliott Smith did commit a very brutal suicide in 2003 after creating the final word in sad music, the works that all sad music shall be compared to for the rest of time.  As for Bright Eyes, he sounded like this in 2005 and I think that keeps with the gradual increase.
Another album came out in 2005 though, one that may have made a bigger impact than any artist I have mentioned after Eminem.  After several records featuring both avante-garde experimentation and a more symphonic take on the Elliott Smith sound, Sufjan Stevens broke into the greater consciousness with Come On Feel the Illinoise, a record as torturously long as the titles to most of its tracks.  His banjo may have charmed some folkier cuts like "Decatur," but this 74-minute album revolves around the most uninspired dreck to pull at the naive heartstrings of college freshmen.  Look no further than the autotune of "John Wayne Gacy Jr." and the half-assed sad childhood lyrics of both of the aforementioned songs to remember how bad it got.  About a year later he released an even longer album of outtakes.  People also loved that.

In truth, the emotional content of the album may not be much worse than its predecessors, but its breakthrough represents the peak of this miserable wave.  In 2005, the coolest thing a sap with a guitar could do was cover "Romulus" or "The Dress Looks Nice On You," and many of those people heard this album first.  Plus "Chicago" is utter garbage.  No one wants a world like that, and living in it exclusively was no fun.

Part VI:  The End?

At least it ended there.  Though Stevens' next album debuted at number 7, it was a real change of pace and his angel-winged figure has not been as visible since "Chicago" became a staple for movie trailers.

Around the same time a new wave of Canadian bands took over the "indie" rock fan base that the previously-mentioned singer-songwriters enjoyed.  Unfortunately Arcade Fire was one of them and this mysteriously-acclaimed (I still can't forgive Bowie) band took over where this movement left off.  We all know what happened next when it comes to this group, but even with enough members to be several groups, they are just one... and even I will admit the lyrics are better.

The indie rock audience remained fickle and went through many phases including animal bands, chillwave, and seapunk, along with so many other sounds.  By now, nothing can be clearly defined, and most will tell you that Sufjan Stevens, The Arcade Fire, and anyone else with more emotion than Deerhunter just isn't cool.

But then again, not everyone is a hipster.  Some people listen to the radio, and gone are all the artists mentioned above, gone is a pop star's need to compete with a heartfelt semi-underground, and it doesn't even seem like Eminem is all that angry anymore.  But, there is one final point about this era and that is, of course, Kanye West.


Clearly, West is a troubled guy and does not have any hesitation when it comes to talking about it.  Why should he?  He's just one man.  But where did it all begin?  He became a household name right at the peak of this emotional movement and some of the most talked-about tracks were "Through the Wire" and "Last Call."  The former is a literally pained vocal not unlike the worst of screamo, and the latter an intense life story - more similar to Elliott Smith than ghetto noir.  Would West have broken through so easily at this time with anything else, such as an album comprised exclusively of his lighter tracks?  I would argue that his rise would have been a little less meteoric.

With so much fanfare surrounding the rise of this movement, it is surprising to see how few noticed when it went away.  The reasons why it happened are as nebulous as its disappearance and therefore it is nearly impossible to predict if it will ever happen again.  Even though many of these artists and their fans got carried away at times, there are worse things that could happen, but I'm still glad it's over.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Roots, part 12: Shooting Stars

Most likely this is the end of the series, and so far it may be the most important.  No, it's not really related to anything I'm doing now, it doesn't have any of the familiar characters, it doesn't even amass any great talent like BATWĂ–LF.  In fact, it was far from my band.

What is so special about Shooting Stars is that they are the oldest.  Xyster (whose material will probably never surface) was barely even a thing at this point.  I believe that Tommy Holden, Adrian Ricelli, Aidan, and myself had only played all together once at this point.

It was July 2001 in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania.  I was in my first week of the legendary Summer Music Programs in a "misfit band" that I decline to name and discuss in detail, mostly because it was just lame kid stuff - nothing interesting, offensive, or competent.  The three boys (not even one girl that week in the overnight program) were not on the same wavelength musically and it seemed like few others were.  That was, until I met Shooting Stars.

They kept to themselves as they had all come together.  Two of the oldest - Chris Ott and Emilio Rovello, and one of the youngest - Johnny Ott, students at the program.  I sat with them one day at lunch and we connected over love of the B-52s, Ramones, and many other hip artists.  My band didn't appreciate this desertion, but I didn't care.  I learned that these three were the only kids in the program for all three weeks, they had traveled unaccompanied via train from Stamford, CT, and had rented all their gear.  None of them had any experience playing music, even on their own, until that summer.

Of course that put off other students, but I knew that training had nothing to do with making music. These three had no boundaries in the music they loved.  They were some of the only people there who liked hip-hop, they liked punk, and ska, and psychedlia, and experimental rock, and even jam bands - even though they couldn't see how anyone would listen to that exclusively.  It was liberating coming from an enviroment full of very close-minded music fans.  They were open to anything but Weezer.  Despite being thrown into their guitar, bass, and drums and having to sing at the same time they managed to make a big splash on the scene their first week.  Their key composition "Current C#" with its infectious reggae-inspired groove became the best remembered song in that program's history.  No joke.  Instructors would be playing this catchy tune for years afterward.

So, with it apparent that these were the koolest cats in Bryn Mawr I asked Chet, the leader of this fine institution if I could join Shooting Stars despite there already being a bass player.  Luckily it was allowed and that Friday night I became another Shooting Star.  On Monday we were given a slightly hippie-ish instructor named Josh and we went to work on the next EP.  Josh was pretty helpful despite being in over his head and he more than anything was there for an extra skilled hand as the four young musicians swapped instruments and made Summer Music Programs history.  Here is the evidence:


Back and front cover, featututing the barely visible typo from our designer.
These are thanks you's that are hard to read, and most are not that important, mostly obvious.  There's a lot of thanks to the Sage Dining Service and their gruff employee Tyone Ellis and no hanks to Weezer and The Bon.  Also thanked are Pooch, the "industry insider" that would speak at Summer Music Programs for many years, and "bitch on wheels" which was a catchphrase of that week.
Inside artwork, taken from a fun and immature afternoon with Hayden Wright.
That's us in tennis skirts.  Shame Emilio was cut from that image, he cross-dressed too.
Back cover starring Johnny Ott.
The EP kicks off with "Music,"young (12) Johnny's original, which despite being sung from a drummer's perspective features Chris on drums playing some really cool awkward-length fills (on purpose).  It features Josh on Chris's role of guitar and is the only song with two basses.  It's pretty cute.

Next is my vocal spotlight "Now I wanna Sniff Some Glue" which we had to change to "snip" some glue, if you can even tell.  It's kinda ruined by the high, snappy snare that EVERYONE had to use on that trip to the studio, but also established me as "the Ramones guy" for many years at the program, almost more than I wanted.  For the sake of extension, we added a solo that Chris made real weird.

Then things really move into our unique territory with "61 Cans on the Wall/The Bon" which, of course, was mixed up on the CD.  This was a loose, reggae-inspired jam, with hippy-dippy rap lyrics a la De La Soul from Chris and Emilio.  The tracks features myself and Josh on piano, but no need to mention that - it's mentioned in the improvised lyrics towards the end.  Chris gets really weird on guitar on this track, further showing how willing this group was to just have fun and be weird.  At the end we go into the noise breakdown "The Bon" - a noisy punk attack with all four of us shouting out the memories from the week, largely about Tyrone Ellis and "Johnny Dinglehopper." Johnny Ott's screams my be my favorite part.

Ending it is the six and a half minute instrumental "Twisted Symphony" which really foreshadowed just about everything I have done with music since.  Chris Ott gets even weirder with his guitar parts and he and Josh overdubbed some pretty weird sounds.  Emilio is on keyboards, and I play a repetitive bass drone.  On the rhythm track josh lended an extra set of hands on drums.

I will admit it can be a rough listen at times, but far less than Chronic Insurgence.  If you want to hear a bunch of kids who love music and hate rules and conformity here it is.  I have never had more fun recording in my life and when I hear this all the memories come back.  You can hear some of these tracks and realize that I really haven't changed in the 12 years since making this.  Shooting Stars was a rare band, especially this week.  We genuinely liked each other and shared a lot of vision.  Never gain would Summer Music Programs have a band go into a professional studio and just jam and mess around.  Just listen for yourself, you will be glad you did because there is nothing else like it.  Maybe the Shaggs, but I think it's a lot easier of a listen!

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Roots, Part 11: Chronic Insurgence

Here's the real star of the day.  I promised a nĂ¼-metal song featuring myself and Aidan and that is one of the high points here.  It's an odd story, for sure.

So, the week before, Aidan and I were on our own and as the Popes, created Shabazz!.  The next week was a different story as we were thrown into the "misfit band."  That got off to a real bad start as that Friday we met our drummer, a preppy redneck with no talent, knowledge, or taste.  He was named Chuck.  Just overall one of the most terrible people I ever met and a constant sore in all of our sides that on numerous occasions almost came to blows.  The four other members could all say they "almost killed him," as did nearly everyone on the staff.

Next we met our self-imposed frontman.  First, I should say that as a good citizen who got to do whatever he wanted the week before, I let this clown have his way a bit, plus he was a lot better than Chuck.  The fact that this guy, Josh had blue hair, wore all black - juggalo pants and sleeveless tees, and dog collars exclusively, was from Chicago, and was convinced he was the smartest person on Earth should show just how awful Chuck was.  Obviously he played a B.C. Rich.

Last arrived our bassist.  He was a nice guy from Rochester named Kevin and was your typical bass geek.  You know, the kind of person with a chin beard who wants to tell you how great Big Dumb Face is.  He, of course, played a 5-string, which was still the least offensive ax not owned by a McEneaney.  This left me playing a different instrument all week - usually my Explorer.

That Monday, the five of us began this miserable musical exploration.  Five days later, watergun outlet emerged and here is the evidence.

The inside, featuring all five members in front of tires surrounded by chainlink fence:
Uno (Christopher McEneaney) on guitar and bass, Gorak (Aidan McEneaney) on guitar, Qev (Kevin) on bass, Josh, who proudly announces that he is Satan on guitar and vocals, and Chuck Daddy on drums.
The back and front cover.
To the left we are in Satan's room.  We thought it would be funny, and it is.  The right is the cover designed by Satan which he loved to remind us was not the same as the Quake logo.  The scan never worked, and I don't care because this is fucking stupid.
Here's the back cover (GET IT?!?) which segues into further explanation...
Our tracklist was as odd as the membership.

We began with "Just Like Honey," which I sang, and thankfully did not play guitar on - two was bad enough.  I can't listen to this version of the song, because I can't stand my own voice, especially at 15, but I'll mention that this is my mom's favorite recording ever.  Funny story, when we practiced it, Aidan naturally turned his distortion all the way up.  Satan told him not to because "it's a soft song."  Keep in mind in addition to him knowing nothing of good music just chooses to ignore the fact that Aidan was familiar with the original song.

"Sunday Bloody Sunday" was an odd choice too, just showing what a "compromise" amongst this group means. In rehearsals we would have a fairly interesting noise breakdown that unfortunately was not recreated in the studio.  Still funny on the CD, though.

"My Atonement," as should be obvious by now, was the aforementioned nu-metal track.  It may outdo "Wait and Bleed" as the nu-metal song I find most enjoyable due to my participation and the laughter it induces.  Naturally, this song has the best use of Qev's fifth string, and on the verses the sound of the three guitars palm muted is a truly rare sound.  It's so bad though, I think this would be funny to anyone, especially as the metal vocals nowadays sound like a really horrible Louis Armstrong impression.  It includes consecutive solos by Aidan and Satan, and it is very easy to tell which is which - one is tasteful and simple, while other sound like a reject from an unrelated Dream Theater song.  It speaks for itself, so give it a listen! 

Unlisted is, "Mirror In the Bathroom."  Originally by The (English) Beat, the song was butchered by Fifi on the SLC Punk soundtrack then THAT version was re-butchered by this band.

Overall this is a horrible recording, though one that is enjoyable for being so horrible.  It seriously is worth a good laugh, but perhaps, unlike The Power of Rawk only once.  Firstly some people in this band, mostly Chuck, lack proficiency on their instruments while others, mostly Satan, want to get a showy as possible.  There are three guitarists and everyone has completely different taste in music, so coupled with belligerence, bad ears, and ego there are no dynamics at all, and it's all very busy.

If you dare, here is Chronic Insurgence - watergun outlet (2002) for your listening pleasure.

Tomorrow, or perhaps Thursday, Shooting Stars - Politically Correct