Monday, September 23, 2013

ruminations: mazzy star- 'seasons of your day'

After a long wait, it’s finally here—the first Mazzy Star album in 17 years. The ‘Common Burn’ single came out early last year, there was a lengthy string of promising live shows on the West Coast and in Europe, a brief silence followed by an announcement and now ‘Seasons of Your Day’ is here. How does it stack up to their other three albums? I’m not sure because I've always had trouble comparing ‘She Hangs Brightly,’ ‘So Tonight That I Might See’ and ‘Among My Swan.’ I’m having a similar problem with this one, which to me is as good of a sign as I could hope for.

Similar to the new my bloody valentine, ‘Seasons of Your Day’ fits seamlessly in with the previous three Mazzy Star albums—it sounds almost as though no time has passed. The band sound as vital as ever, the record has a comforting familiarity but manages to put a few new subtle spins on their well-established sound. It’s a lighter affair as well—there’s nothing to match the murky darkness of ‘Among My Swan’ tracks like ‘Umbilical,’ ‘Roseblood’ or ‘Look On Down From the Bridge.’ Based on the tracklisting that was released, the firmly acoustic-based sound of the ‘Common Burn’ single and ‘California’ I was expecting a really stripped-down affair. ‘In the Kingdom’ dashed my expectations immediately with it’s breathy organ swells under Dave Roback’s melodic leads that alternate between picked notes and elegant slide work. Hope Sandoval’s vocal has a clarity that is difficult to match in the rest of the band’s output or in her solo work—her lyrics are crystal clear and straightforward, the melody is bright and lightly adorned with reverb. It ties in nicely with the sparse nature of the track—instrumentally it’s very spare but each part gains a lot of weight and warmth with the space that it’s allowed to exist in. When Sandoval’s vibraphone enters during the closing stretch it’s the final ingredient that makes the track radiate a warmth that’s practically glowing. Roback dialed down the reverb for the most part on these tracks and has opted for more of a natural room type of sound—this can be heard in the miking techniques he uses on the guitar in tracks like ‘I’ve Gotta Stop.’ ‘Does Someone Have Your Baby Now?’ piles the reverb back onto Roback’s acoustic guitar, but the track is so minimal and built so slowly that the wet atmospherics enhance the sounds like they’re supposed to rather than make them more difficult to decipher. ‘I don’t wanna get it on with you,’ Sandoval croons in the way that only she can over and over again so hypnotically. ‘Common Burn’ and ‘Lay Myself Down’ are broken up with the title track, which sounds like a sunnier sibling to ‘Among My Swan’s ‘All Your Sisters.’

‘Does Someone Have Your Baby Now’ and ‘Sparrow’ can both be found on bootlegs from the band’s European tour in the summer of 2000 before their lengthy hiatus. On these bootlegs they are presented as just acoustic guitar and voice tracks. Having lived with them in that arrangement for so long I’d always had trouble figuring how they would’ve been fleshed out for the record that was planned for release at around that time—it’s refreshing to hear that Roback has opted to keep their minimalism intact while managing to add some more subtle colours to their finished form. ‘Spoon’ was presented in a similar way on the band’s tour last year. Here it features a guest performance from the late Bert Jansch. Roback and Jansch play off of each other with a locked-in beauty that is haunting and urgent—underscored by the fact that this is one of Jansch’s final recorded performances before his passing. The track consists of nothing more than the two acoustic guitars and Sandoval’s voice. It’s a shame that the song will never be performed live with him.

‘Flyin’ Low’ is another song that was performed on the band’s tour last year. In it’s recorded form it sounds raw and bluesy—like a more laid back ‘Sticky Fingers’-era Rolling Stones jam. Live it’s a powerhouse—I’m most familiar with the recording from their Coachella appearance last year (it’s absolutely ferocious). I’ve heard people say that Mazzy Star were never a great live band, but I’d offer that live version of this song as evidence to the contrary. On the album Sandoval maintains the cooing softness that she’s known for, but live she lets loose with a bit of grit in her voice that works perfectly for the song. It’s a shame that the power of the track isn’t more on display on the album version. I do like the bluesy sound treatment on the guitar, though, as well as the taut drum sound. It reminds me a bit of ‘Come Down Easy’ by Spacemen 3 in this form as well.

It’s such a relief to hear this record after such a long wait. There were rumors that there would be a new Mazzy Star album in 2010. Like the new my bloody valentine record it’s released on the band’s own label and retains the fire of all of the band’s past work while allowing it to evolve naturally. The flipside of such turbulent times in the current musical climate is that a few bands have managed to come out in a better position than they were in during their 90s heyday. Self-reliance at their level is always going to yield the best results. I’m very excited to finally get to see them live in November (yes, like my bloody valentine they’re playing in Chicago in November) and hear more from them in the future.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

diary 8.16.13- death to summer

Diary 8.19.13- death to summer by Shalloboi on Mixcloud

song- artist- album

1. e- no joy- 'wait to pleasure'
2. long as the sun- medicine- 'to the happy few'
3. walking with jesus (demo)- spacemen 3- 'forged prescriptions'
4. star crawl- crystal stilts- 'star crawl single'
5. soul sucker- apache dropout- split
6. hands on the controls- coachwhips- 'hands on the controls'
7. sara snow- white fence- s/t
8. prisms- ringo deathstarr- 'shadows' 10"
9. easylife, easylove- the jesus & mary chain- 'the power of negative thinking'
10. oshin (subsume)- diiv- 'oshin'
11. dead blues- the asteroid #4- 'windmill of the autumn sky' 12"
12. blind- swans- 'various failures'
13. autoluminescent- rowland s. howard- 'teenage snuff film'
14. threads- portishead- 'third'
15. tiger eyes (laid back)- peaking lights- '936'
16. california- mazzy star- 'seasons of your day'
17. mary, on the wall- grouper- 'a i a: alien observer'

Thursday, August 15, 2013

'thee idle blog' or 'how i became so overwhelmed with everything that i shut down completely and did nothing but not really’

Why haven’t I bothered with writing a single music-related entry for nearly the entire summer? As evinced in my Grouper un-review I suffer from seasonal affective disorder during the summertime. Most people identify it as a winter-related disease, but there are a few of us out there (I’ve talked to a handful—we exist, we’re just a bit quiet about it). The truth is that I’ve had so much that I’ve wanted to do to push through the season that I’ve not really done any of it. During this time I’ve decided that writing about music is a bit futile—at least from my perspective. Why should a curmudgeon who hates people and is burned out on going out to live shows and writing about music in general continue to write about music? I’ve had no trouble continuing to assemble my playlists.

I’ve been trying to work on some kind of a memoir about being a completely insular daydreamer who is overwhelmed by everything and spends his days in a dreamlike reverie. It’s also about soldiering on doggedly making music that very few people ever end up hearing or caring about. The scope of it has ballooned to the point where it’s become daunting, overwhelming and thus difficult to sit down and chip away at. It’s a similar mountain to the staggering amount of credit card debt I’ve accrued.

I still buy quite a bit of new music. The only album that I’ve felt it might be necessary to sing the praises of is the new Medicine album (which got delayed by almost a week in the beauracratic maze of the Chicago-area postal service before it reached me). I wanted to write about them mainly because they’re a constantly overlooked band. I’ve also been spending a lot of my time readying the ‘field of flowers’ singles. The second one is available now via bandcamp, for instance, and the first is being pressed at Rainbo Records as we speak.

You could say I’m in the doldrums. Those record mailer shaped packages show up in the mail, I unwrap them and play the limited edition coloured vinyl beauties on my turntable and the hypnotic spin has a tendency to drag me into existential crisis after existential crisis. What’s all of this for, anyway? Why doesn’t anyone give a crap about what I’ve been doing? All of this leads me into the suffocating k-hole of that memoir of a delusional person that I talked about above because I realize that that might be all I can offer the world—the perspective of a permanent and truly isolated lone crazy dreamer.

So much that I expected to have happened by now simply hasn’t at all. I always figured if I stuck with the music thing long enough that people would have no choice but to start to take notice and things would start to take off by now, but it simply hasn’t happened. A lot of my band’s prime years ended up getting bogged down in all kinds of external nonsense drama and once I was finally able to shake the cobwebs away and get all of that taken care of I found that we were almost back at square one. I often go straight to ‘we should’ve toured more’ but I have friends who’ve sacrificed years of their lives on the road who aren’t really in that much better of a position than we are. I also always figured I’d progress in some professional capacity by now, figured if I’d ever wanted to settle down and have kids that that would’ve happened as well, but none of it has. I’m not particularly discontent about where I am. I could use a bit more money, sure, but even millionaires think they could use more money so that’s the type of thought that seems entirely useless. Plus I’ve had more money before and I wasn’t particularly good with it. Every extra penny ends up being pumped into the band and releasing more records, buying beer and records.

This could be because I have another shalloboi record in the can. It’s all mixed and ready to go—I just need the money to master it and put it out (haw haw haw). My world has a tendency to crumble when I finish a record. When I finish a project the initial joy and sense of accomplishment always melts into a deep depression soon afterwards. ‘Great Tyler, you’ve finished another record that only a handful of people will ever actually hear or buy. Now I guess you’re going to have to start another one and do that forever and ever. Good stuff.’ I guess I crave outside validation more than I care to admit.

I will probably write about the new Medicine record, though. They are a band that has been overlooked for more than two decades now and they deserve something written about their first new record as a band in 18 years. That said, I have a saved entry about the newest Primal Scream record that has just been sitting as an empty saved entry.

There’s a ‘death to summer’ playlist coming up within the week. So stay tuned. Onward and upward.

Monday, July 29, 2013

diary 7.26.13- best of the boots

Diary 7.26.13- best of the boots by Shalloboi on Mixcloud

these are my favourite bootleg live recordings at the moment. since it's been such a light show year for me i figured this might work as a summer playlist. august will be back to the normal format. this playlist is culled from my absurd collection of live recordings- there are soundboard, livestream and audience sourced songs here.

song- artist- album

1. open- the cure- kilburn 1992 live broadcast
2. especially me- low- fitzgerald theater in minneapolis 2013
3. last horse on the sand- dirty three- npr tiny desktop concert
4. sugarcube- yo la tengo- matador rarities compilation
5. dsharpg- sharon van etten- brighton music hall 2011
6. around my smile- hope sandoval & the warm inventions- chicago lakeshore theater 2009
7. silver soul- beach house- coachella 2013
8. spring hall convert- deerhunter- washington dc 9:30 club 2010
9. oh baby- spiritualized- toronto opera house 2003
10. mover- the verve- hultsfred festival 1994
11. you never should- my bloody valentine- 'loom' live in vancouver 1992
12. half full glass of wine- tame impala- coachella 2013
13. thursday's radiation- the warlocks- live promo video 2005
14. look on down from the bridge- mazzy star- union chapel 2000

Monday, July 15, 2013

photo set: sharon van etten and speck mountain at pritzker pavilion 6.3.13

I meant to write about this show but never did since I've already written a delirious, gushing review about Sharon Van Etten. I finally took some decent pictures of a live act, though, which I think is worth sharing. Please don't steal my shit without asking.

Speck Mountain

timely arrival: grouper- 'the man who died in his boat'

I’m not sure what it is about the new Grouper record, but it couldn’t possibly have arrived in my life at a better time. Summer is a very insular and isolated time for me - I have a tendency to stay in by myself as much as I can. I find crowds and heat difficult to cope with; the fact that I’m in the vast minority in this preference only adds to the isolation factor. This summer depression that I’ve had for about as long as I can remember (as a child I spent my summers in my room drawing at my desk) makes ‘The Man Who Died in His Boat’ the perfect summer record for me. The tracks are spare, drenched in echo and reverb and usually amount to nothing more than Liz Harris’ voice and guitar. The lyrics are hazy, impressionistic and vague and often incomprehensible (she often layers two voices over each other singing different phrases) but when they are clearly audible the themes of isolation and alienation are crystal clear.

Every year there’s a song that winds up becoming my theme song and this year (or at least this summer) it’s ‘Living Room.’ ‘It is getting harder and harder to fake/Acting like everything is in its place’ is pretty much where I’m at right now. Most people have this feeling in fleeting moments and it soon passes. I almost never leave that state of mind in the summer - I often feel like talking to absolutely no one because I simply don’t have the energy to put on a brave face and act like everything’s great when I have such tremendous difficulty coping with nearly every aspect of the summer. I think this year I’ve been able to get to the heart of it and realize that it’s the fact that it’s a season where every time you leave your house you are bombarded relentlessly with the overwhelming. The sun is in your eyes, the heat is suffocating, the traffic on the streets is merciless and unrelenting, seemingly around every corner there are giant crowds of people locked into their own ego-driven worlds, the overbearing necessity of forced social interaction in such a scene. The only way to avoid it is to not leave your house, which is, of course, not an option. For someone who tries to observe and take things in at their own pace trying to find something to latch onto, so much overstimulation can drive me into an alienated downward spiral.

What I find so magnetic about introspective music in general is that it seems that its creators are able to articulate these feelings and distill them into their music. This is something I feel like I do well in my own music. Introspection is something that people don’t seem to have the time or patience for these days, which makes my admiration for people who commit themselves to it deeper. The best introspective music is the type that creates its own bathysphere where the artist can communicate their deepest, darkest and most revelatory thoughts in the most clear and distinct way that they can and Grouper’s music does this in spades. Even the dense, seemingly formless drones (i.e. ‘6’ and ‘STS’) on the record add to the atmosphere of isolation and loneliness that fills the record. While it seems like the music is holding you at a distance with a haze of effects the record has a clarity of emotion that is concise and incredibly vivid.

‘The Man Who Died in His Boat’ was, surprisingly, a set of songs that Harris had left over from material she was working on while making ‘Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill.’ While the two records bear a resemblance to each other in aesthetics, they still seem distinct. ‘The Man Who Died in His Boat’ seems to rely more on raw emotion than atmosphere and flow which is what gives ‘Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill’ its power (the tracks are cross-faded and arranged in such a way that makes it more of an extended and slowly evolving whole rather than a set of individual songs). The songs themselves are what drive things along on ‘The Man Who Died in his Boat.’ It’s a record that puts Harris in an area where she is straddling the role of singer-songwriter and ambient artist. Jessica Bailiff is a good parallel in terms of this balance, but the two couldn’t possibly sound more different. What they have in common is a gift for balancing solid songwriting with murky atmosphere. This enhances the emotional impact of their music by the fact that they are able to build entire environments for their songs to live and breathe in. Such a pursuit is not something that’s going to win an artist mainstream attention which further liberates them to indulge themselves further making them clearer communicators of their own vision.

While it’s true that some of these songs are dark they are also filled with beautiful, pure melodies. All of the darkness is filled with some kind of hope and a lot of these songs are able to transcend their own sadness. Even the haunting, delayed piano notes of ‘Vanishing Point’ have a playfulness and innocence to them, ‘Being Her Shadow’ is tempered with turns of aching beauty. While this record would fit perfectly with other pre-dawn listening albums I’ve found I can listen to it at almost any time or any place. It works best when I’m staying up late indulging in a little winter dreaming and disappearing in a vortex of nostalgia. It’s isolated music that is the best comfort for someone who has a tendency to feel lonely in a crowded room. There aren’t many of us, but we’re out there.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

diary 6.26.13- ambient summer

Diary 6.26.13- ambient summer by Shalloboi on Mixcloud

Getting this one in just under the wire. This diary playlist has taken on three different lives so far. This particular version was put together in an almost free-association stream of consciousness way. I've been listening to a lot of gloomy and introspective folk and ambient music lately, so that's where I'm at sadly. If you want to hear the fun garagey version of one of my diary playlists I suggest 'summer of hate' from june of 2011. Anyway, here's my ambient summer mix.

song- artist- album

1. i believe in you- talk talk- 'spirit of eden'
2. have you seen- sharon van etten- 'because i was in love'
3. there is a balm in gilead- thee oh sees- 'there is a balm in gilead' flexi
4. hearts mend- saltland- 'i thought it was us but it was all of us'
5. decapitation blues (redux)- boduf songs- boduf songs/jessica bailiff split 7"
6. goodnight- jessica bailiff- 'at the down-turned jagged edge of the sky'
7. dreams- jessica pratt- 'jp'
8. jacquard causeway- boards of canada- 'tomorrow's harvest'
9. river of pain- primal scream- 'more light'
10. the seer returns- swans- 'the seer'
11. fragile- the fauns- 'fragile' 12"
12. ex mass- implodes- 'recurring dream'
13. the man who died in his boat- grouper- 'the man who died in his boat'
14. relative hysteria- mogwai- 'les revenants' soundtrack