Today is Easter Sunday, and I went to church this morning. I am not a very familiar face in any church, which put me today in fine company with millions of Americans who go to church today to celebrate the death and subsequent resurrection of Jesus, then mostly sleep in on Sundays until it's time to celebrate his birth in December. My visit, however, was largely diplomatic in nature. It was also the first church service I've attended in five years (weddings aside). It's amazing what people will do when they're in love.
Anyway, instead of paying attention to the service (or is it a mass? The Episcopal service is nearly identical to the Catholic masses I endured as a child, does it get the same name?), I was pondering why a person like myself, a fairly committed atheist, has no problem celebrating Christmas, but is annoyed by or would rather just ignore Easter altogether.
The answer I came up with was this: to celebrate Christmas, if you even choose to acknowledge it as a religious holiday at all (what with Santa Claus and all that crap), is a tacit admittal that Jesus existed, and that his birth is worth celebrating in some facet. You don't have to worship him as the son of God. I can just think of it as the birth of a good man who preached kindness and tolerance, and stood up for the poor and oppressed. Easter is a little different, an acknowledgement that Jesus was resurrected from the dead and ascended into heaven to absolve the sins of all mankind. A little more serious from a theological point of view, you know?
That was the serious and thoughtful version of my Easter post. The original version was this:
Easter is all about how Jesus was betrayed by his best friend, given over to the local fascist government, brutally tortured, and executed. And also cute little bunny rabbits and pastel-colored eggs and candy, candy, candy!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
moose
This is an email that found its way into my spam folder under the subject "moose":
Seriously.
translated back to his native language. Payment is not a problem
VlA rdg GRA $1. 28
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Seriously.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
feels so unnatural (Peter Gabriel too)
You know, I write a blog. Technically. I mean, most of these things that you see get updated several times a day. You can probably probably look at the second page of mine and see items from last June. But it's a blog. I'm a blogger. Almost entirely about music.
So I guess it's with some degree of hypocrisy that I have to say that blogs about music are some of the most irritating things ever.
Ok, we'll backtrack a bit here. We'll start by saying that the primary way I have of hearing bands I've never heard of is by reading reviews of them. Generally there are a couple websites that I scan periodically for reviews of new stuff, and if I see enthusiastic reviews pop up on more than one site, I'll check out a few songs, and then maybe the whole album (bless the internet), and then when I'm more familiar with the material in question, I may occasionally go back and read what I read before, or some other stuff about them, to see if people are generally having the same reaction that I am.
So this is more or less the cycle I went through with some fellas named Vampire Weekend. I wouldn't say it's really a "great" album, or groundbreaking in any way, but it's got enough good bouncy pop tunes to keep me interested. Depending on your rating system of choice, I'd give it a B or maybe B+, a 7/10, a thumbs up, or whatever.
Then I discovered that Vampire Weekend are apparently one of those "blog bands" that are around, that nobody would ever hear of without the internet, similar to... I don't know, Lily Allen or Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.
Then I did a google search for "Vampire Weekend and blog" and a couple similar phrases, which led me to where I'm at now, which is feeling like I'm never going to read a music blog again. People haven't made such a huge fuss over music this innocuous since The Strokes came along.
To me, Vampire Weekend is a perfect encapsulation of what it's like to be an indie-rock fan in the age of internet domination, and it runs in a cycle something like this: 1) Overenthusiastic hype is lauded upon a competent but unspectacular artist by bloggers who may hope to take credit for the discovery 2) Confused by the unwarranted hype, what would be ambivalence by naysayers turns into irrational hatred and vitriol (I have been guilty of this before, I will admit) 3) By the time the damn album actually comes out, battle lines have already been drawn, and casual listeners who find their blissful ignorance of the "controversy" shattered are forced to either buy into one side of the hype or find the whole thing off-putting.
The unabashed hyperbolic love (which is harder to find, but out there) is a little perplexing to me, but the hatred is just exasperating. Let's take a look at the general list of reasons cited (as listed in a post about the confusing controversy surrounding the band, of which there are also plenty, including the one I'm creating right now):
"The four kids in Vampire Weekend have certainly done plenty to make themselves hater-targets. They wear pastel sweaters. They flaunt Ivy League educations. They jam obscure vocabulary tunes into keenly felt and observant little indie-pop jams that would've worked just fine without the verbosity. They swipe individual sounds from Afropop without attempting to master the form. During interviews, they engage in obnoxious useless-knowledge one-upmanship games. One of them is Scott Baio's cousin. And it's already been preordained that they're about to be fucking huge, or at least as fucking huge as an indie-pop band can be in an era where everyone downloads music instead of buying it..."
The one common thread through all of that: it has nothing to do with the band's music. The complaint that seems to come up so often is their borrowing of sounds from Afro-Pop (and let's be real here, we all know it sounds more like Graceland than King Sunny Ade), and I'm trying to figure out why that's such a problem. The most hilarious phrasing of the problem is found in the above paragraph (oh no, they haven't attempted to "master the form" before being influenced by it!), but usually it's lumped in with a mention of their Columbia University educations, which makes it sound more to me like the problem is that rich white kids aren't supposed to have things to say with their music, and rich white kids CERTAINLY aren't supposed to incorporate affectations of African music in their music. Perhaps if they'd met and formed their band in a coal mine instead of in their Columbia dorms, it would be ok. ("Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa" would also have to be changed to something like "Pittsburgh Kwassa Kwassa.")
I also wonder if the people who are bashing them for their upper-middle-class backgrounds and borrowing of African influences also steer clear of, say, Talking Heads, who are guilty of pretty much the same exact thing. That's more of an extreme example, because Talking Heads are one of the greatest rock bands of all time, and people probably aren't going to remember Vampire Weekend by this time in 2009, but you get my point.
Anyway, to wrap up sort of where I started, I think from now on I'm going to stay clear of the blogs (except for mine and my friends'... probably) and just listen to the damn music. And if you're surfing across the blogosphere on a search engine and you find this page, just remember that I'm just as full of shit as everybody else out there.
So I guess it's with some degree of hypocrisy that I have to say that blogs about music are some of the most irritating things ever.
Ok, we'll backtrack a bit here. We'll start by saying that the primary way I have of hearing bands I've never heard of is by reading reviews of them. Generally there are a couple websites that I scan periodically for reviews of new stuff, and if I see enthusiastic reviews pop up on more than one site, I'll check out a few songs, and then maybe the whole album (bless the internet), and then when I'm more familiar with the material in question, I may occasionally go back and read what I read before, or some other stuff about them, to see if people are generally having the same reaction that I am.
So this is more or less the cycle I went through with some fellas named Vampire Weekend. I wouldn't say it's really a "great" album, or groundbreaking in any way, but it's got enough good bouncy pop tunes to keep me interested. Depending on your rating system of choice, I'd give it a B or maybe B+, a 7/10, a thumbs up, or whatever.
Then I discovered that Vampire Weekend are apparently one of those "blog bands" that are around, that nobody would ever hear of without the internet, similar to... I don't know, Lily Allen or Clap Your Hands Say Yeah.
Then I did a google search for "Vampire Weekend and blog" and a couple similar phrases, which led me to where I'm at now, which is feeling like I'm never going to read a music blog again. People haven't made such a huge fuss over music this innocuous since The Strokes came along.
To me, Vampire Weekend is a perfect encapsulation of what it's like to be an indie-rock fan in the age of internet domination, and it runs in a cycle something like this: 1) Overenthusiastic hype is lauded upon a competent but unspectacular artist by bloggers who may hope to take credit for the discovery 2) Confused by the unwarranted hype, what would be ambivalence by naysayers turns into irrational hatred and vitriol (I have been guilty of this before, I will admit) 3) By the time the damn album actually comes out, battle lines have already been drawn, and casual listeners who find their blissful ignorance of the "controversy" shattered are forced to either buy into one side of the hype or find the whole thing off-putting.
The unabashed hyperbolic love (which is harder to find, but out there) is a little perplexing to me, but the hatred is just exasperating. Let's take a look at the general list of reasons cited (as listed in a post about the confusing controversy surrounding the band, of which there are also plenty, including the one I'm creating right now):
"The four kids in Vampire Weekend have certainly done plenty to make themselves hater-targets. They wear pastel sweaters. They flaunt Ivy League educations. They jam obscure vocabulary tunes into keenly felt and observant little indie-pop jams that would've worked just fine without the verbosity. They swipe individual sounds from Afropop without attempting to master the form. During interviews, they engage in obnoxious useless-knowledge one-upmanship games. One of them is Scott Baio's cousin. And it's already been preordained that they're about to be fucking huge, or at least as fucking huge as an indie-pop band can be in an era where everyone downloads music instead of buying it..."
The one common thread through all of that: it has nothing to do with the band's music. The complaint that seems to come up so often is their borrowing of sounds from Afro-Pop (and let's be real here, we all know it sounds more like Graceland than King Sunny Ade), and I'm trying to figure out why that's such a problem. The most hilarious phrasing of the problem is found in the above paragraph (oh no, they haven't attempted to "master the form" before being influenced by it!), but usually it's lumped in with a mention of their Columbia University educations, which makes it sound more to me like the problem is that rich white kids aren't supposed to have things to say with their music, and rich white kids CERTAINLY aren't supposed to incorporate affectations of African music in their music. Perhaps if they'd met and formed their band in a coal mine instead of in their Columbia dorms, it would be ok. ("Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa" would also have to be changed to something like "Pittsburgh Kwassa Kwassa.")
I also wonder if the people who are bashing them for their upper-middle-class backgrounds and borrowing of African influences also steer clear of, say, Talking Heads, who are guilty of pretty much the same exact thing. That's more of an extreme example, because Talking Heads are one of the greatest rock bands of all time, and people probably aren't going to remember Vampire Weekend by this time in 2009, but you get my point.
Anyway, to wrap up sort of where I started, I think from now on I'm going to stay clear of the blogs (except for mine and my friends'... probably) and just listen to the damn music. And if you're surfing across the blogosphere on a search engine and you find this page, just remember that I'm just as full of shit as everybody else out there.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Oh joy, apparently the Academy Awards are tonight
Who else thinks that the Academy Awards would be much better suited to a strike-necessitated, press-conference-style show like what the Golden Globes were this year?
I think that the only thing that would get me to actually watch the show tonight would be if Daniel Day-Lewis promised to give his acceptance speech in character as Daniel Plainview while throwing bowling pins at Paul Dano.
I think that the only thing that would get me to actually watch the show tonight would be if Daniel Day-Lewis promised to give his acceptance speech in character as Daniel Plainview while throwing bowling pins at Paul Dano.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
news headline: "movies to be terrible at least through 2011"
I know that by this point, writing about the creative bankruptcy of Hollywood studio film-making is beyond redundant, but I'm still amazed at what manages to come out of there. By the time I sit here and bitch about the fact that a Transformers movie exists, and wonder if things can sink any lower, they've already moved on to making a Thundercats movie. And so on.
But still: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
The tragedy of this is that there will probably be more people who see Monopoly: The Movie than will ever see There Will Be Blood and No Country for Old Men combined. Or pick any other two movies that somehow get made these days that are actually good.
The other sad thing is that these board game-based movies will undoubtedly be completely idiotic, and nowhere near as hilarious as they are in my head. Can you imagine how amazingly psychedelic a movie based on "Candy Land" could be? Think about it in terms of how it might actually be made, and it becomes a cheap CGI coming-of-age tale with "hilarious" pop-culture references and wacky voice cameos by Drew Carey as King Kandy and Wanda Sykes as Queen Frostine.
I also like to imagine a Monopoly-based movie where Uncle Pennybags is some sort of near-omnipotent Mafia kingpin type, or a Battleship movie about a warship blindly firing torpedos based on an arbitrary grid on a map, while the captain listens over a two-way to see if the Russians (or whoever) say "Oh no! Torpedo hit at C-8! Our submarine has been sunk!" The actual Battleship movie will surely be a sub-Hunt for Red October nautical thriller, but I really can't imagine how Monopoly can be made into a movie. I can only picture it as some sort of Glengarry Glen Ross type thing where we watch the characters sink lower and lower into pathetic desperation, while your friend's smug asshole older brother won't loan you the rent you don't have to stay at St. James Place so you can stay alive for just one more turn, because you KNOW somebody HAS to hit that Atlantic Ave-Ventnor Ave-Marvin Gardens monopoly you have in the next turn.
The Ouija movie will obviously be some sort of mildly scary J-Horror knock-off.
But still: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!
The tragedy of this is that there will probably be more people who see Monopoly: The Movie than will ever see There Will Be Blood and No Country for Old Men combined. Or pick any other two movies that somehow get made these days that are actually good.
The other sad thing is that these board game-based movies will undoubtedly be completely idiotic, and nowhere near as hilarious as they are in my head. Can you imagine how amazingly psychedelic a movie based on "Candy Land" could be? Think about it in terms of how it might actually be made, and it becomes a cheap CGI coming-of-age tale with "hilarious" pop-culture references and wacky voice cameos by Drew Carey as King Kandy and Wanda Sykes as Queen Frostine.
I also like to imagine a Monopoly-based movie where Uncle Pennybags is some sort of near-omnipotent Mafia kingpin type, or a Battleship movie about a warship blindly firing torpedos based on an arbitrary grid on a map, while the captain listens over a two-way to see if the Russians (or whoever) say "Oh no! Torpedo hit at C-8! Our submarine has been sunk!" The actual Battleship movie will surely be a sub-Hunt for Red October nautical thriller, but I really can't imagine how Monopoly can be made into a movie. I can only picture it as some sort of Glengarry Glen Ross type thing where we watch the characters sink lower and lower into pathetic desperation, while your friend's smug asshole older brother won't loan you the rent you don't have to stay at St. James Place so you can stay alive for just one more turn, because you KNOW somebody HAS to hit that Atlantic Ave-Ventnor Ave-Marvin Gardens monopoly you have in the next turn.
The Ouija movie will obviously be some sort of mildly scary J-Horror knock-off.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
"ohhhh, Depression!"
I can't think of any musician that I actually like that I would like to punch in the face more than Morrissey. He evinces this combination of smugness and self-pity that I just find incredibly irritating. But he's played a key role in the creation of some fantastic songs, so I've got to give him some credit for that, right? It's interesting that some of the lyrics are far less irritating than others, although for the most part they come from roughly the same attitude and aesthetic. Here is my half-assed guide to songs by The Smiths that I find annoying or not annoying, with vague and unsatisfying explanations as to why or why not.
Annoying: "Hang the blessed DJ/For the music that they constantly play/It says nothing to me about my life" - This is true. My foremost complaint in dance clubs is that the songs do not feature lyrics that I can relate to. I don't understand why more DJs don't play more songs by Coldplay, or Iron and Wine. I also agree that this crime against my emotions should be punishable by death.
Not as Annoying: "I would go out tonight/But I haven't got a stitch to wear" - I like to carry this to its very literal conclusion in my head, where the lyric is more like "I would go out tonight, but instead I'm going to sit on my couch watching reruns of Cheers and eating Doritos, clad only in my underwear."
Annoying: - "In my life/Why do I give valuable time/To people who don't care if I live or die?" - Seriously, who has the kind of time for social interactions with anybody but close friends and relatives? For Morrissey, every second spent idly chatting with a mere friendly acquaintance feels like an eternity, as he ponders the countless hours wasted making small talk with people who would not be deeply upset at news of his passing.
Not as Annoying: - "I am human and I need to be loved/Just like anybody else" - "How Soon is Now?" represents an astonishing emotional breakthrough for Morrissey, as he realizes that there are actually human beings who feel emotions who aren't Morrissey. It also made the Smiths one of those bands that are famous for the song that sounds the least like the rest of their catalog.
Annoying: "Hang the blessed DJ/For the music that they constantly play/It says nothing to me about my life" - This is true. My foremost complaint in dance clubs is that the songs do not feature lyrics that I can relate to. I don't understand why more DJs don't play more songs by Coldplay, or Iron and Wine. I also agree that this crime against my emotions should be punishable by death.
Not as Annoying: "I would go out tonight/But I haven't got a stitch to wear" - I like to carry this to its very literal conclusion in my head, where the lyric is more like "I would go out tonight, but instead I'm going to sit on my couch watching reruns of Cheers and eating Doritos, clad only in my underwear."
Annoying: - "In my life/Why do I give valuable time/To people who don't care if I live or die?" - Seriously, who has the kind of time for social interactions with anybody but close friends and relatives? For Morrissey, every second spent idly chatting with a mere friendly acquaintance feels like an eternity, as he ponders the countless hours wasted making small talk with people who would not be deeply upset at news of his passing.
Not as Annoying: - "I am human and I need to be loved/Just like anybody else" - "How Soon is Now?" represents an astonishing emotional breakthrough for Morrissey, as he realizes that there are actually human beings who feel emotions who aren't Morrissey. It also made the Smiths one of those bands that are famous for the song that sounds the least like the rest of their catalog.
Monday, February 11, 2008
2007 music is finally finished!
It may be almost Valentine's Day, and I'm already queuing up a 2008 list, but God damn it, better late than never, right? Let's get this damn thing over with.
10. Deerhoof - Friend Opportunity - I really like combining words, and I kinda think that this album should have been called Fripportunity, except that would have sounded like Robert Fripp was involved somehow. Deerhoof are one of my favorite current bands, and this one is probably the best sounding album of their career, if not simply the best. It's an album that showcases all of their best talents: the big balls rock ("The Perfect Me"), the off-kilter pop ("Matchbook Seeks Maniac"), the flat out bizarre ("Kidz Are So Small"), the Velvet Underground-like long-form noise experiments ("Look Away"). Deerhoof may record better albums, but they might not ever record one that better encapsulates what they're all about.
9. Menomena - Friend and Foe - It's a damn shame that every discussion about Menomena eventually devolves into "their album art is so crazy lolololol!" because it overshadows how great their music is. Friend and Foe may require use of the artwork as a decoder ring to find out track names, but I'm more impressed by the tunes. Not every band can get away with having three different songwriters and three different lead singers, but Menomena isn't just any band. The sound is something like if Spoon or The National went completely off the indie pop deep end, a kinetic compilation of every sound, mood, and spacey trip the genre has to offer. It's surprisingly deep and rich, and it rewards the repeated listenings that it takes to fully absorb it.
8. The Apples in Stereo - New Magnetic Wonder - Robert Schneider claimed in an interview last year that New Magnetic Wonder was heavily inspired by Brian Wilson's Smile. This shouldn't be too surprising, coming from a guy who records in a place called Pet Sounds Studio (also the place where Schneider recorded and produced every indie kid's favorite album). The sound of the album is more like Jeff Lynne than Brian Wilson, though, not that this is a bad thing either. Schneider's Apples are far more slick and polished than they were back in their Beatle-esque psychedelic heyday 10 years ago, and New Magnetic Wonder is one of the better-sounding albums I've heard in a while. It's also one of the catchier. I can't think of whether or not "Energy" was used in a commercial or if it just sounds like it was written as a jingle to sell Hewlett Packard computers (I mean that as a compliment, if at all possible). Robert Schneider, with has nasal voice, baldness, and dorky glasses, may look more like George Costanza than a rock star, but as long as he wants to keep making albums, I'll keep listening.
7. Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala - Every couple years it seems like one of my friends is telling me that I need to check out a very pretty-looking Scandinavian singer/songwriter, and I end up finding them to be fairly boring. I can dig Jose Gonzalez (yes, he's Swedish) every now and then, which is more than I can say for Sondre Lerche, but I figured I'd give this Jens Lekman dude a shot. I hit the play button. A quick timpani roll, and a soft bed of strings drift in, and Mr. Lekman softly croons, "There will be no kisses tonight," and I let out an audible groan, and start mentally tweaking my standard "pretty, but not really interesting" review, and then HOLY GODDAMNED SON OF A BITCH, there's a HUGE crescendo, and gigantic bombastic chorus, and suddenly my ears perk up. See, as it turns out, Jens Lekman isn't a boring Sondre Lerche type singer songwriter, he's a flamboyant pop crooner. Horns stab, strings swell, and melodies rise and fall with the confidence of a seasoned pop songwriter. The sounds and moods are scattered all over the pop spectrum, and the lyrics are as often funny and clever as they are melancholy and introspective. He's as likely to be singing over a backing track that sounds like early Scott Walker as he is one that sounds like Marvin Gaye with an electronic backbeat, or a Friends-era Beach Boys song. He may be leaving his girl because he doesn't love her enough in one song, and he may be pretending to be a lesbian's boyfriend to fool her father in another. In short, it's a varied, novel look at pop songwriting, and I like it, quite a lot.
6. Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer - If I was going to pick somebody who I thought would make the album with more catchy pop hooks combined with more unnervingly personal lyrics than any album since Weezer's Pinkerton, I'd have been about as likely to say Kevin Barnes as I would have been to say Rivers Cuomo (ie., not likely at all), but here we are. I'll admit that I vastly underrated this before. After putting it down for a few months and picking it up again, for whatever reason, it just started hitting me like a ton of bricks. The songs were stuck so thoroughly in my head, the lyrics streaming absent-mindedly through my mouth at all times, that it was hard to think about the fact that I was singing lyrics about anti-depressant-induced writer's block, nervous breakdowns, separating from a loved one, rebounding, and the self-loathing that results from the whole thing. It's rare to find an album with lyrics that are as equally fascinating as the music (or vice versa), but Hissing Fauna is one.
5. M.I.A. - Kala - M.I.A. follows through on the potential of her debut to deliver Kala, which may be best described as a dance album that amalgamates every genre of music in the world, the craziest, most psychedelic album of its ilk since Paul's Boutique. M.I.A. is almost as liberal with her sampling and borrowing here as the Beastie Boys and Dust Brothers were there (at least they're all credited here), and the result is a colorful collage of the vaguely familiar and thoroughly alien.
4. Panda Bear - Person Pitch - I just happen to be listening to "Sister Ray" by the Velvet Underground as I write this. I point this out because the juxtaposition is funny to me, because apart from their mutual association with New York's experimental music scene (though decades apart), I don't think I could pick a more exact opposite of the Velvets than Panda Bear if I tried. As "Sister Ray" pounds me into submission and dares me to turn it off (or at least skip some of its 17 minutes of chaos), I think about Panda Bear's hypnotic pop bliss, and my mind is at ease. Noah Lennox's day job with the Animal Collective is pretty secure by this point, but Person Pitch shows that he has a fulfilling solo career to fall back on as well. (A few earlier thoughts are here.)
3. St. Vincent - Marry Me - St. Vincent is Annie Clark, and nobody would have heard of her or this album if she hadn't played guitar for the Polyphonic Spree and Sufjan Stevens. The fact that she's got the most adorable big brown puppy dog eyes doesn't hurt either. But I'm glad she was able to get some recognition, because Marry Me is a damn good album. Imaginative songwriting and tasteful arrangements abound, and Clark's got the vaguely seductive yet vulnerable female vocal delivery style down, even if some of the lyrics are a little dumb.
2. Radiohead - In Rainbows - It's too easy at this point to take the brilliance of Radiohead for granted, especially when you've got the whole aspect of the download-only release to distract you from it, so for those of you who need the reminder, In Rainbows is as good as anything else they've done in this decade. The album is more cohesive than anything they've done since Kid A, the songwriting is more consistent than anything they've done since Ok Computer, they sound more like a democratic band than on anything they've done since The Bends, and it flat out rocks more than just about their whole catalog. Everybody in the world is sick to death of the lavish praise heaped on Radiohead by this point, but Christ, they deserve every word of it.
1. Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam - When I was living with my roommates in Philadelphia (this would have been 2005 or 2006), three of us and a fourth friend all realized at one point that without knowledge of any of the other people feeling the same way, "The Purple Bottle" by the Animal Collective had worked its way into our own personal lists of favorite songs. This resulted (after a few beers) in a chorus of grown men emphatically pounding their fists on
a coffee table chanting "Get that- WOOOOOOO! Get that- WOOOOOOOO! Get that- WOOOOOOOOOO!" This was about the time that I realized that the appeal of the Animal Collective lies not with their mixing of strange song structures and sounds with great melodies, or some such thing (although that doesn't hurt), but with the fact that their music possesses a pure and simple joy that is exceedingly rare in any kind of music.
"The Purple Bottle" was on 2005's Feels, but the joy has only increased for Strawberry Jam. You could pick any song at random from the album and I could probably pick out a part that makes me want to drop whatever I'm doing and throw my hands in the air and shout. "Fireworks"? "IIIIIII'M ONLY ALLLLL I SEEEEEEE SOMETIIIIIIIIIIMES!" "Winter Wonder Land"? That rapid-fire chorus is brilliant. "Cuckoo Cuckoo" is essentially six minutes of pure bliss, alternating between the calm meditative bliss and the explosive triumphant bliss, all held together by a single repeating piano figure. The Panda Bear-helmed "Chores" opens with about the most gloriously insane minute and a half of music ever recorded.
It's rare to find a band that carries its own oddness with as little self-consciousness as the Animal Collective, but that's just who they are by now. These lists are always subject to change, of course, depending on the whim and mood of the creator, but if I had to list my favorite albums of the 00s so far, there's a good chance that the Animal Collective might be sitting at 1 and 2 on the list. I can't wait to hear what they do next.
10. Deerhoof - Friend Opportunity - I really like combining words, and I kinda think that this album should have been called Fripportunity, except that would have sounded like Robert Fripp was involved somehow. Deerhoof are one of my favorite current bands, and this one is probably the best sounding album of their career, if not simply the best. It's an album that showcases all of their best talents: the big balls rock ("The Perfect Me"), the off-kilter pop ("Matchbook Seeks Maniac"), the flat out bizarre ("Kidz Are So Small"), the Velvet Underground-like long-form noise experiments ("Look Away"). Deerhoof may record better albums, but they might not ever record one that better encapsulates what they're all about.
9. Menomena - Friend and Foe - It's a damn shame that every discussion about Menomena eventually devolves into "their album art is so crazy lolololol!" because it overshadows how great their music is. Friend and Foe may require use of the artwork as a decoder ring to find out track names, but I'm more impressed by the tunes. Not every band can get away with having three different songwriters and three different lead singers, but Menomena isn't just any band. The sound is something like if Spoon or The National went completely off the indie pop deep end, a kinetic compilation of every sound, mood, and spacey trip the genre has to offer. It's surprisingly deep and rich, and it rewards the repeated listenings that it takes to fully absorb it.
8. The Apples in Stereo - New Magnetic Wonder - Robert Schneider claimed in an interview last year that New Magnetic Wonder was heavily inspired by Brian Wilson's Smile. This shouldn't be too surprising, coming from a guy who records in a place called Pet Sounds Studio (also the place where Schneider recorded and produced every indie kid's favorite album). The sound of the album is more like Jeff Lynne than Brian Wilson, though, not that this is a bad thing either. Schneider's Apples are far more slick and polished than they were back in their Beatle-esque psychedelic heyday 10 years ago, and New Magnetic Wonder is one of the better-sounding albums I've heard in a while. It's also one of the catchier. I can't think of whether or not "Energy" was used in a commercial or if it just sounds like it was written as a jingle to sell Hewlett Packard computers (I mean that as a compliment, if at all possible). Robert Schneider, with has nasal voice, baldness, and dorky glasses, may look more like George Costanza than a rock star, but as long as he wants to keep making albums, I'll keep listening.
7. Jens Lekman - Night Falls Over Kortedala - Every couple years it seems like one of my friends is telling me that I need to check out a very pretty-looking Scandinavian singer/songwriter, and I end up finding them to be fairly boring. I can dig Jose Gonzalez (yes, he's Swedish) every now and then, which is more than I can say for Sondre Lerche, but I figured I'd give this Jens Lekman dude a shot. I hit the play button. A quick timpani roll, and a soft bed of strings drift in, and Mr. Lekman softly croons, "There will be no kisses tonight," and I let out an audible groan, and start mentally tweaking my standard "pretty, but not really interesting" review, and then HOLY GODDAMNED SON OF A BITCH, there's a HUGE crescendo, and gigantic bombastic chorus, and suddenly my ears perk up. See, as it turns out, Jens Lekman isn't a boring Sondre Lerche type singer songwriter, he's a flamboyant pop crooner. Horns stab, strings swell, and melodies rise and fall with the confidence of a seasoned pop songwriter. The sounds and moods are scattered all over the pop spectrum, and the lyrics are as often funny and clever as they are melancholy and introspective. He's as likely to be singing over a backing track that sounds like early Scott Walker as he is one that sounds like Marvin Gaye with an electronic backbeat, or a Friends-era Beach Boys song. He may be leaving his girl because he doesn't love her enough in one song, and he may be pretending to be a lesbian's boyfriend to fool her father in another. In short, it's a varied, novel look at pop songwriting, and I like it, quite a lot.
6. Of Montreal - Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer - If I was going to pick somebody who I thought would make the album with more catchy pop hooks combined with more unnervingly personal lyrics than any album since Weezer's Pinkerton, I'd have been about as likely to say Kevin Barnes as I would have been to say Rivers Cuomo (ie., not likely at all), but here we are. I'll admit that I vastly underrated this before. After putting it down for a few months and picking it up again, for whatever reason, it just started hitting me like a ton of bricks. The songs were stuck so thoroughly in my head, the lyrics streaming absent-mindedly through my mouth at all times, that it was hard to think about the fact that I was singing lyrics about anti-depressant-induced writer's block, nervous breakdowns, separating from a loved one, rebounding, and the self-loathing that results from the whole thing. It's rare to find an album with lyrics that are as equally fascinating as the music (or vice versa), but Hissing Fauna is one.
5. M.I.A. - Kala - M.I.A. follows through on the potential of her debut to deliver Kala, which may be best described as a dance album that amalgamates every genre of music in the world, the craziest, most psychedelic album of its ilk since Paul's Boutique. M.I.A. is almost as liberal with her sampling and borrowing here as the Beastie Boys and Dust Brothers were there (at least they're all credited here), and the result is a colorful collage of the vaguely familiar and thoroughly alien.
4. Panda Bear - Person Pitch - I just happen to be listening to "Sister Ray" by the Velvet Underground as I write this. I point this out because the juxtaposition is funny to me, because apart from their mutual association with New York's experimental music scene (though decades apart), I don't think I could pick a more exact opposite of the Velvets than Panda Bear if I tried. As "Sister Ray" pounds me into submission and dares me to turn it off (or at least skip some of its 17 minutes of chaos), I think about Panda Bear's hypnotic pop bliss, and my mind is at ease. Noah Lennox's day job with the Animal Collective is pretty secure by this point, but Person Pitch shows that he has a fulfilling solo career to fall back on as well. (A few earlier thoughts are here.)
3. St. Vincent - Marry Me - St. Vincent is Annie Clark, and nobody would have heard of her or this album if she hadn't played guitar for the Polyphonic Spree and Sufjan Stevens. The fact that she's got the most adorable big brown puppy dog eyes doesn't hurt either. But I'm glad she was able to get some recognition, because Marry Me is a damn good album. Imaginative songwriting and tasteful arrangements abound, and Clark's got the vaguely seductive yet vulnerable female vocal delivery style down, even if some of the lyrics are a little dumb.
2. Radiohead - In Rainbows - It's too easy at this point to take the brilliance of Radiohead for granted, especially when you've got the whole aspect of the download-only release to distract you from it, so for those of you who need the reminder, In Rainbows is as good as anything else they've done in this decade. The album is more cohesive than anything they've done since Kid A, the songwriting is more consistent than anything they've done since Ok Computer, they sound more like a democratic band than on anything they've done since The Bends, and it flat out rocks more than just about their whole catalog. Everybody in the world is sick to death of the lavish praise heaped on Radiohead by this point, but Christ, they deserve every word of it.
1. Animal Collective - Strawberry Jam - When I was living with my roommates in Philadelphia (this would have been 2005 or 2006), three of us and a fourth friend all realized at one point that without knowledge of any of the other people feeling the same way, "The Purple Bottle" by the Animal Collective had worked its way into our own personal lists of favorite songs. This resulted (after a few beers) in a chorus of grown men emphatically pounding their fists on
a coffee table chanting "Get that- WOOOOOOO! Get that- WOOOOOOOO! Get that- WOOOOOOOOOO!" This was about the time that I realized that the appeal of the Animal Collective lies not with their mixing of strange song structures and sounds with great melodies, or some such thing (although that doesn't hurt), but with the fact that their music possesses a pure and simple joy that is exceedingly rare in any kind of music.
"The Purple Bottle" was on 2005's Feels, but the joy has only increased for Strawberry Jam. You could pick any song at random from the album and I could probably pick out a part that makes me want to drop whatever I'm doing and throw my hands in the air and shout. "Fireworks"? "IIIIIII'M ONLY ALLLLL I SEEEEEEE SOMETIIIIIIIIIIMES!" "Winter Wonder Land"? That rapid-fire chorus is brilliant. "Cuckoo Cuckoo" is essentially six minutes of pure bliss, alternating between the calm meditative bliss and the explosive triumphant bliss, all held together by a single repeating piano figure. The Panda Bear-helmed "Chores" opens with about the most gloriously insane minute and a half of music ever recorded.
It's rare to find a band that carries its own oddness with as little self-consciousness as the Animal Collective, but that's just who they are by now. These lists are always subject to change, of course, depending on the whim and mood of the creator, but if I had to list my favorite albums of the 00s so far, there's a good chance that the Animal Collective might be sitting at 1 and 2 on the list. I can't wait to hear what they do next.
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