Archive for February, 2015

The Dodos — Individ

Friday, February 20th, 2015

San Francisco duo The Dodos first came to my attention with 2008’s Visiter, a record that mixed percussive acoustic guitars with complex drumming to create a unique folk sound that stood out dramatically from similar bands in the burgending folk revival starting to appear around that time.

For whatever reason, I haven’t kept up with The Dodos output in the years since Visiter, so I’ll avoid trying to link their new record, Individ, into some grand narrative of musical evolution and just directly compare the two. While the new album doesn’t hit the songwriting heights of Visiter, it’s still a solid record, albeit one with the distinctive production values somewhat cleaned up. Individ is at its best when stripped back to a chugging acoustic guitar and a beat, such as on “Goodbyes and Endings”. More “produced” moments (ie. whenever there’s an electric guitar), sometimes dip a little too close to by-the-numbers indie tracks and lose the poignancy that seems to underlie The Dodos better work.

Highlights include “Goodbyes and Endings”, “Bubble”, as well as closer “Pattern/Shadows” (featuring a nice outing from Brigid Dawson from Thee Oh Sees).

Well worth a listen.

Individ is out now through Polyvinyl Records.

Mourn — Mourn

Wednesday, February 18th, 2015

Broadly defined, post-punk is a catch-all phrase for the of dark and experimental music that emerged from the punk scene towards the end of the 1970’s. As a genre title it’s been widely criticized for its lack of defining features and overlap into hardcore, krautrock, and noise. Yet if you ask me what my favourite type of music is, I can’t think of another term which explains my taste so well: D.I.Y, experimental, dissonant and strange. The songs are often simple and sometimes poorly mixed — a result of low budgets or a lack of technical experience — but they’re brimming with interest, carving out weird melodies from dissonance and eschewing traditional rules of harmony, driven instead by relentless beats and sheer determination. You might wonder what this has to do with Mourn, the Spanish punk rockers who released the digital version of their debut album on Captured Tracks last week. Unlike this year’s other new releases from their stylistic ilk, Mourn’s debut is a work of shocking inexperience, recorded in just two days by a group of three musicians under the age of 19.

There’s something of a young Jehnny Beth or Corin Tucker in the vocals, moving from soft singing to harsh shouting with little noticeable effort. Only occasionally do you realize how young the singer is: from the quirky lyrics, or the girlish lilt to her melodic vocals. Their influences are dead on, however, drawing sonic inspiration from the melodies of 90s indie and the intensity of 80s punk. Opening track “Your Brain is Made of Candy” starts out sweet and soft, adding layers of twisting guitars and booming drums as the vocals rise to a shouting crescendo. At its height, it ends abruptly, leading on to “Dark Issues”, which builds from a jangly, open strummed chord progression with soft vocals to a full-blown psychedelic alternative rock song. The tracks are very short (mostly under 3 minutes long) and like Klozapin’s debut from earlier this year, cover a crazy amount of musical ground. It’s difficult to tell what sort of song will come next, from the creepy dual vocals of “Phillipius” to the stomping riot-grrrl anthems of “Jack” and “You Don’t Know Me”. It makes it seem a little weird and rough around the edges, but the pay-off is immense. Mourn feels spontaneous. This kind of unselfconscious musical creation has always been a catalyst for innovation, and it’s refreshing to hear it returning in the era of self-promoters and studied rock-revivalists.

If last month’s release from Sleater-Kinney made you yearn for the more naïve sound of their older material, this might be your album of the year. Mourn combine the youthful energy of their older work with the melodic nuance of their new, while maintaining that early joy in musical discovery that can only come from emerging artists. This is pure, unadulterated and exquisite post-punk in an era where most musicians are all too conscious of their goals and musical influences. Mourn and Captured Tracks have done a great thing in bringing it to light, and the cover art and subtle mixing match the mood exactly. This is everything the genre was about, with no sign of pretence or intelligent design. It’s an accidental masterpiece.

Mourn is out now through Captured Tracks.

Sounds Like Hell: SWAMP-DOG

Monday, February 16th, 2015

Sounds Like Hell is an irregular column on noise rock, doom and sludge.

There’s a sound that pervades the action/sci-fi flicks of the mid-1980s. It’s paranoid, chugging and pulsating, like some kind of futurist marching band of a technophobe’s nanotech nightmare. You hear it in the first Terminator when Kyle Reese is on the run — which is pretty much the entire movie — and in the street scenes of Blade Runner’s decrepit vision of 2019 Los Angeles. It’s the ringing of the open E on a barely distorted guitar and the oppressive howl of an cold and hollow synthesizer.

That’s the feeling I’m reminded of on “Internet Friendship,” a droning sound collage from north Washington duo SWAMP-DOG. It’s the kind of music that Bandcamp trawling is made for: unassuming and mysterious from a far-flung place, heavy on semi-coherent spoken samples, meditative and hypnotic and quietly brilliant.

A Place to Bury Strangers — Transfixiation

Friday, February 13th, 2015

When you are a truly remarkable live band, it’s quite hard to capture that live power through the recorded medium. I have always liked A Place To Bury Strangers but seeing them live and listening to their records are generally two quite contrasting experiences. Don’t get me wrong, the records are great, but live it is a wholly different and much more engaging and dangerous experience. The new record Transfixiation, produced by the band themselves, seems much more raw, much more on the edge. It has the normal APTBS punk-gaze sound but with more rawness and at every turn it sounds like it is almost going to fall apart, much like their live shows. This is the first APTBS record that captures their live essence.

But catch them live — they are truly a game changer.

Transfixiation is out on February 17.

Sweet Dreams: Songs By Annie Lennox

Wednesday, February 11th, 2015

FRINGE WORLD Festival 2015 Michael Griffiths in Sweet Dreams Songs by Annie Lennox 3 to 7 Feb 2015 De Parel Spiegeltent SMDe Parel Spiegeltent, Perth Cultural Centre
Perth Fringe Festival
Review by Nicola Heyes

There’s a fantastic buzz in Perth city at the moment with the Perth Fringe Festival. Not only is there an abundance of shows, cabaret, theatre, comedy and music, but there are people wandering around in fancy dress, pop up bars, weird and wonderful arts, and just crowds of people. In fact, 2015 has pulled in record numbers of folks – the Festival’s popularity has surged – and no wonder, with over 500 shows to choose from covering so many genres.
Waiting in a queue for Sweet Dreams, I couldn’t help but think how everyone would squeeze into the De Parel Spiegeltent. Sure enough, it may have looked like Dr Who’s Police Box tardis but it was a superb – if not intimate venue – for a very personable show.
Award winning cabaret singer and former Jersey Boy star Michael Griffiths IS Annie Lennox with no accent, costume or wig.
Judging from the publicity photographs for the Fringe Festival, I was expecting Lennox’s short red hair and costume but as Griffiths belted out the bittersweet lyrics and shared stories of triumph and heartbreak, I realised there was no need.
Featuring unforgettable songs like Why, Love Is A Stranger, Walking On Broken Glass and There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart), Griffith’s engaged with the crowd with superb finesse.
It was simply Griffiths – or rather Annie, as he referred to himself as – his synthesiser and candle (which he lit and blew out to fend off bad ideas and lyrics) and his amazing voice.
Cataloguing ‘Annie’s’ life – packed with trials and tribulations, highs and lows, and turbulent professional and romantic relationship with Eurythmic’s partner Dave Stewart.
He brought such compassion to fantastic songs – Here Comes the Rain Again and Who’s That Girl were haunting and sung with great emotion – and his charisma on stage was simply wonderful, funny and incredibly moving.

Belle and Sebastian @ The Astor Theatre

Wednesday, February 11th, 2015

Mount Lawley
3rd February, 2015

By Nicola Heyes

WHEN you leave a gig with a beaming smile and feel all ‘jingly jangly’ inside, that’s got to be good! I think a warm ‘jingly jangly’ happy feeling certainly sums up Belle and Sebastian’s performance at Mount Lawley’s Astor Theatre on a stormy and rather humid evening.

The Scottish band was bursting with indie pop energy, catchy well-known tunes and just a magnificent ensemble – they seemed so incredibly content to be on stage.

Melbourne indie foursome, Twerps, were the admirable support band, who were similarly jangle-meisters. The Twerps provided an Australian pop timelessness that harked back to the Go-Betweens, Paul Kelly and the Sunnyboys. They were the perfect prelude to the gig.

Belle and Sebastian’s charismatic front man Stuart Murdoch never stopped moving or bopping about on the stage all night.

The show was packed with fabulous nostalgic tunes from the band’s extensive catalogue such as Funny Little Frog, A Century of Fakers and The Boy with the Arab Strap, mixed with a few new songs from their highly anticipated ninth studio album, Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance – also crammed with their signature sentimental harmonies.

Murdoch happily joked along with the packed audience, and said: “I’m trying to ignore the Scottish accents” – commenting on the fact that although Perth is one of the world’s most isolated countries, there are so many people from Scotland living here.

The crowd certainly got well into the spirit of the show after being invited on-stage to dance during ‘Simple Things’ – everyone, including the band, danced with fantastic, energetic enthusiasm.

A great, happy, feel-good show!

Sunglasses at Night – The 80s Apocalypse Sing Along Cabaret

Wednesday, February 11th, 2015

Noodle Palace@ Central, Perth Fringe Festival

By Nicola Heyes.

If you ever wanted to re-live the 80s, then this would have been the gig for you! For myself, the 80s is a prominent feature in my music collection – and yes, I still have the vinyl records to prove it, so I was quite in my element at Sunglasses at Night. By the looks of the audience, so was everyone else.
There was a 98% show of hands when host / singer Geraldine Quinn (Rockwiz, Spicks and Specks and Upper Middle Class Bogan) asked the question about how many people were born in the 80s or before, so she was happily singing synth pop to many aficionados. Complete with 80s glamour in a sequinned dress sporting shoulder pads, Quinn certainly knew how to strike a pose with her flawless 80s style dance moves.
The 80s wasn’t about fun, it was Cold War, Chernobyl and fear – as described on the promotional flyers for the event. But there was certainly a lot of engrossing fun at the Perth Fringe cabaret – with plenty of audience participation – singing along to Kate Bush, Spandau Ballet, The Human League and Pat Benatar. Lyrics were on a big screen for all to see, with hilarious word play on some songs. Co-host de Grussa was the great synth- player side kick.
The highlight of the evening was Quinn handing out red balloons for the audience to blow up, for – you may have guessed it – 99 Red Balloons by Nena.
Belting out the anti war protest song in its original German version, Quinn was brilliant and the atmosphere was superb.
Another highlight of the cabaret performance was Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart, another cracking tune from the 80s. This power ballard was delivered with pretentious passion and moody dancing – and the Welsh singer Bonnie did take a bit of rap from Quinn with her repetitive chorus and drawn out mourningful lyrics.
A great crash course in a great era, a fantastic performance and good Friday night fun.
Oh Vienna.
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Anger Management: Statues

Wednesday, February 11th, 2015

Every fortnight, we check in with all things heavy on RTRFM’s Critical Mass show.

Statues’ dedication and commitment to the grind shines through on their debut album Together We’re Alone. Years of grinding through self-funded touring, sleeping on floors and couches, rehearsals, juggling real life commitments and a relentless physical live show has seen the guys blossom from the promising early days of their first EP A Human Work to the ferocious sound of today.

2011’s 7? Wait For Calm showed a band interested in going into deeper waters with the more epic-ly tinged “Stay” while 2013 single “Affliction Prescription” (included on this release) upped the ante.

On first listen to their chaotic brand of awesomely gnarly, metallic tinged hardcore, one can hear some quite obvious nods to Refused (Jayme Van Keulen’s furious barely contained rage vocal style) and The Dillinger Escape Plan (trebly riffage aplenty). Digging a little deeper reveals influences as diverse as Neurosis (pounding drums), Between the Buried and Me and perhaps a tiny bit of Faith No More. But make no mistake, this sound is completely their own and the tiny nods to other bands are just that.

Where a band like Refused toyed with some electronic tinged elements on The Shape Of Punk To Come, Statues are content to explore the traditional drums/guitars/vocals structure and it works incredibly well. Some excellent riffs and more melodic elements come into play on “Forseeing The Cloud And Not The Rain”. The vocal-only “I Want Peace” in the middle of the album is a nice breather after the aforementioned “Affliction Prescription” and is a nod to the band’s early blues influence at the start of their career, also backed up by the greasy slide guitar of “Hope Is”.

Statues recently added a second guitarist which means all hell is gonna break loose on stage, opening up a whole new window for newer songs too. I can’t wait to see what they can do with this new lineup.

If last year’s Voyager album (with whom Statues share a member) was marked by songs to sing at huge Eurpoean festivals, Together We’re Alone is full of songs to scream along to in crowded clubs, dodging guitar headstocks.

Critical Mass airs every Wednesday from 9PM (GMT+8) on RTR FM 92.1 in Perth, Australia.

Caïna — Setter of Unseen Snares

Tuesday, February 10th, 2015

Caïna is a magnificent black vein of creativity opened up to the world by Andy Curtis Brignell from his base in Manchester. With the high quality full-length and shorter releases previously released, it has been a mystery as to why Caïna has remained unreasonably underrated (although certainly not, for example, by Behind the Mirror’s Zanthus, who has long championed this excellent purveyor of dark and imaginative heavy music). The obvious mastery of sonic malevolent elements should hold enormous appeal to traditional black metal fans, and the more inventive nature that sets Caïna apart from the BM pack should draw in those who favour the genre’s more experimental approach. It’s time to listen up, lest the mystery deepen further. If you haven’t been ensnared already, prepare to be held fast by a new album as Caïna awaken majestically from self-imposed stasis.

Setter of Unseen Snares is simultaneously ambitious and expansive both conceptually and stylistically (a trademark of Caïna’s catalogue as a whole), whilst taking on a more distilled, precise, and even primitive expression of black atmosphere. Different vocalists appear to play specific roles in the album’s climax, “Orphan”. The records tells the story of “Earth’s last family” dealing with knowledge of forthcoming extinguishing of life on the planet by an imminent collision with an asteroid. Having always owned an in-depth and varied knowledge of genre, Andy lets loose on this occasion with a stream of hardcore and punk influence throughout the songs whilst retaining the relationship to experimental black metal.

The record begins with a moody soundscape interspersed with samples of True Detective character Rust Cohle expounding some of his grimmest outlooks on humanity. Immediately the experience becomes one of exhilarating and dramatic punishment, as “I Am the Flail of the Lord” switches effortlessly between pronounced raucous punk influences and tranquil pseudo-darkwave flourishes. The album’s title track is a pure spirit of lethal maelstrom, initiating a crescendo of emotional intensity that is merciless throughout the album’s core until the arrival of the vast, progressive denouement of “Orphan”.

So many have tried this operatic concept album approach within extreme music only to find themselves bogged down in overloading the listener with unintended self-satire of the Nigel Tufnel kind. The succinct nature of Setter…, with its deft seasoning of the songs with changes in influence and brevity of motif, keeps the concept tight and powerful. There is almost the sense of the story passing too quickly, were it not for the climactic grandeur of “Orphan”. In its final minutes the album is utterly orgasmic, the perfect uplifiting marriage of black metal, punk, and post-rock.

Caïna is clearly rooted in a sincere emotional commitment to the music from Andy, a characteristic of the great works of the heavy world without exception. With some research, you can find that this explains both the hiatus and such a triumphant return to activity. If we can be permitted to fall victim to laziness and call Setter of Unseen Snares a black metal album, it is as good as one that you can find amongst recent years in the genre. It is certainly an album that should place the band at the forefront of discussion about those artists who are taking the music in a direction that is both healthy and, thankfully, beyond the reach of those deplorable gatekeepers who would rather keep it shackled within the safety of compulsive ritual and nostalgia.

The Black Captain hosts RTRFM’s Behind the Mirror at 11pm (+8GMT) on Feb 18th.

Antennas to Heaven: Zs

Monday, February 9th, 2015

Your biweekly submersion into new and experimental music.

For those who haven’t heard the work of noise/jazz artists, Zs know this: they are unclassifiable, with jazz being a term that barely scratches the surface. There are saxophones, drums and guitars, but what they make of these instruments is entirely void of the pre-conceived ideas of conventional use.

On their latest album, Xe, don’t expect any bending of the knee towards a more straight forward sound. Things are still ugly and jarred but this is a much more free flowing album than the band’s earlier work, in particular the moments of rigid stoicism across New Slaves.

“Corps” begins with muted metallic guitar loops that work like enchanted hypnosis when layered atop the unhinged sax. Drums slowly encroach and the whole affair morphs into a wave of mutated free jazz that gently lulls the listener despite the underlining menace of its sounds.

Xe worth listening to if only for the snippets of interesting sounds these musicians manage to coax from their instruments and comfortably wedge together into one album of staggering weirdness.

Xe is out now on through Northern Spy Records.