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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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Current mood:  lethargic
Category: Music
June Adds
This month featuring Grizzly Bear, The Field, Nomo and Tin Star Orphans!
June 2, 2009 It's
been an exciting month for music aficionados. Normally we like to focus
on lesser-known bands and artists in this feature, but when
heavyweights like Grizzly Bear and The Field are dropping new albums,
it's hard to deny them the space (especially when said albums are so
good). We also have new albums from NOMO and Tin Star Orphans to
digest, spreading out the palette to cosmic instrumental gravy and the
world's largest supply of freshwater country. Let's delve...
Grizzly Bear
Veckatimest
Grizzly Bear's latest effort, the follow-up to 2006's Yellow House,
is named after the smallest link in the Elizabeth Islands chain, which
lies off the coast of Massachusetts. Frontman Edward Droste's
grandmother has a house on Cape Cod, where the band did a decent amount
of work on the new album, and at one point they visited the tiny
island, and were inspired. It must have been the right longitude and
latitude, because the album is, simply, magnificent. Lavishly produced,
and boasting both the heart-stopping harmonies and trademark guitar
sound for which they are known, Veckatimest sounds like a logical progression from Yellow House, though some of the songs are a bit more immediate in their establishment.
People have beeing going bonkers over "Cheerleader" and "Two Weeks"
(and rightfully so) but man-oh-man, that is just the beginning. Just
wait 'til you wrap your ears around the chorus in "While You Wait For
The Others," or the staggering end of "All We Ask."
And really, as hyped up as this record has been, it's hard to do
anything but stand up and clap 'til your hands hurt. The Grizz,
confronted with insane expectations, deliver on all dense counts (count
'em, 12 new ear-tickling Grizzly Bear songs, ah ah ah ah!), giving us a
meaty album that will provide pleasurable chewing over for the rest of
2009.
Even the album art is perfect. Put it in lights.
Live!
Jun 2 2009 at Trocadero in Philadelphia, PA
Jun 3 2009 at Berklee Performance Center in Boston, MA
Jun 4 2009 at Le National in Montreal, QC
Jun 5 2009 at Phoenix in Toronto, ON
Jun 7 2009 at Cedar Cultural Center in Minneapolis, MN
Jun 8 2009 at Pabst Theatre in Milwaukee, WI
Jun 9 2009 at Buskirk-Chumley in Bloomington, IN
Jun 11 2009 at Bonnaroo in Manchester, TN
Jun 11 2009 at Cats Cradle in Carrboro, NC
Jun 12 2009 at Bonnaroo in Manchester, TN
Jun 13 2009 at Tabernacle in Atlanta, GA
Jun 15 2009 at Granada in Dallas, TX
Jun 16 2009 at The Parish in Austin, TX
Jun 18 2009 at Centennial Hall in Tucson, AZ
Jun 19 2009 at Wiltern in Los Angeles, CA
Jun 21 2009 at Fillmore in San Francisco, CA
Tin Star Orphans
Yonder
Looking at the track listing for Yonder,
and then listening to countrified songs like "Farmers' Pants," "Jesus
Freaks," and a cover of The Goldcoast Singers classic folk ditty
"Plastic Jesus," well, one might assume that Tin Star Orphans hail from
the American south. Hell, Frontman Zacahry Bennett sounds like he's
singing with a fat plug of Carolina chaw in his cheek, but this here
band hails from Toronto, Ontario. It's just further proof that
Canadians have a habit of doing American things better than Americans.
Respect must be given to Tin Star Orphans for utilizing the warble of a
saw in a way that doesn't make you want to stuff your ears with cotton,
in "The Night Wind," and opening opus "Juvenile Hall" yields a
fiddle-fantastic crescendo. People apparently compare them to Wilco,
but that doesn't make sense. Wilco never made ten gallon,
sawdust-on-the-floor reels like this.
Live!
Jun 18 2009 at Cadillac Lounge - NXNE in Toronto, ON
Jun 18 2009 at Horseshoe Tavern - NXNE in Toronto, ON
Jul 18 2009 at Axis Gallery & Grill in Toronto, ON
Aug 19 2009 at Le Divan Orange in Montreal, QC
Sep 12 2009 at Portstock Music Festival in Saint Catharines, ON
NOMO
Invisible Cities
Sometimes a new record makes you think of some weird idea the second you listen to it for the first time. With Invisible Cities, Nomo's speedy follow-up to 2008's Ghost Rock,
all I can think is that, "Wow, if I ever decided to ingest peyote and
tear across the desert, this is what I would want to hear, and at a
deafening level." It must have something to do with all those ethereal
bells, not to mention an overall sense of "what in blue blazes is that
sound?" The sextet is known for incorporating all sorts of
non-instrumental objects in their percussion grooves, and it's just
mind-boggling that the band has made an album this hefty in only a
year. Actually, Ghost Rock came out in June of last year, and Invisible Cities dropped this May, so make that 11 months.
Even if you don't particularly care for drawn-out, highly detailed
instrumental jams laden with horns and stardust, one can't deny that
Nomo has established a sound all their own. It appears they are even
going with a recurring style for their album art, as the covers of Ghost Rock and Invisible Cities look like two halves of one gigantic whole.
The only beef I have is, do we really have to spell NOMO in caps?
Live!
Jun 2 2009 at Druga Dogba in Ljubljana, Slovenia
Jun 3 2009 at Sud-Pole in Luzern, Switzerland
Jun 4 2009 at FestiI’neuch in Neuchatel, Switzerland
Jun 5 2009 at L’usine in Geneve, Switzerland
Jun 6 2009 at La Terra Trema Festival in Cherbourg, France
Jun 7 2009 at Aeronef Festival in Lille, France
Jun 12 2009 at Ann Arbor Summer Festival in Ann Arbor, MI
Aug 17 2009 at Millenium Park in Chicago, IL
The Field
Yesterday & Today
Barry Manilow never met a man he didn't like.
Well, I have yet to encounter a Field song I didn't like, and
substituting 'like' for 'love' wouldn't be that far of a stretch.
Yesterday and Today, like From Here We Go Sublime, is a beast of a listen. Unlike Sublime,
however, man behind the curtain Axel Willner has elected to craft six
really long tracks, versus ten shorter ones. We might as well throw out
all those abused terms (of which I myself am guilty) like 'epic,'
'vast' and 'extended dissertation.' They are all here, of course, but
they leave a lot to be desired.
Two things set The Field's brand of electronic goodness apart, and they
are both so obvious it's a bit anticlimactic. Simplicity and
repetitiveness. Yesterday and Today. We're keeping things uncluttered
and clear here, but don't let that fool you into thinking this is a
boring record. Far from it. By making subtle adjustments throughout
each seemingly unchanging soundscape, Willner achieves a sonic
perfection similar to nature. The sun rises and sets every day (not
really, I know, thanks Wayne Coyne), but it's never the same. A wisp of
cloud is all it takes to change things significantly, and Willner
proves that point over and over again (gently clobbering us over the
head with it, in fact).
Of course, there are also volcanic eruptions that spew ash into the
atmosphere and change the entire make-up of a sunset, and we get a
little bit of that as well in Yesterday and Today. Check the shift in lead single "The More That I Do."
It's funny, whenever I listen to music like The Field, at the beginning
of each song I always wonder, "Now how is this beat going to progress
through the plot and achieve its climax?" This often leads to a lot of
a disappointment, but with The Field, it never does. It may seem like
it, the first three or four listens, but then comes that "Eureka!"
moment, when I realize Willner is coming from the future, where I have
yet to trod.
Live!
Jun 3 2009 at Casbah in San Diego, CA
Jun 4 2009 at Glass House in Pomona, CA
Jun 5 2009 at Avalon in Los Angeles, CA
Jun 6 2009 at Mezzanine in San Francisco, CA
Jun 7 2009 at Doug Fir in Portland, OR
Jun 8 2009 at Nectar in Seattle, WA
Jun 9 2009 at Richards on Richards in Vancouver, BC
Jun 11 2009 at Urban Lounge in Salt Lake City, UT
Jun 12 2009 at Beta in Denver, CO
Jun 16 2009 at Double Door in Chicago, IL
Jun 17 2009 at Grog Shop in Cleveland, OH
Jun 18 2009 at Tattoo in Toronto, ON
Jun 19 2009 at Les Saints in Montreal, QC
Jun 20 2009 at Webster Hall in New York, NY
Jul 10 2009 at Les Ardentes Festival in Liege, Belgium
Jul 11 2009 at Loop Festival in Brighton, UK
Aug 1 2009 at Nachdigital in Leipzig, Germany
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=article.php?id=1016 - Matt Lehtola

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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Current mood:  groggy
Category: Music
Pontiak
Live at the Common Grounds in Gainesville, Florida on June 11th, 2009
June 12, 2009
Pontiak is a power trio hailing from Warrenton, Virginia, near a place
called Holtzclaw Road. Comprised of the Carney brothers, Van
(guitar/vocals), Jennings (bass/organ/vocals) and Lain (drums/vocals),
the band is currently touring in support of their latest release, Maker, which came out April 7th via Thrill Jockey records. Maker
marks the band's third full-length album, and the brothers Carney will
be swinging through the American south over the next few weeks in full
support of it.
The tour itself has been going strong since May 1st, and Pontiak has
already hit all major western and northeastern cities in the United
States. The current leg ends at Dude Manch on June 18th in Richmond,
Virginia, after which the band will take a 4 week break. Then Pontiak
will be traveling across the pond with dates to make in Germany, Italy,
the Netherlands and the United Kingdom.
Wednesday night at the Common Grounds in Gainesville, Florida, Pontiak
played their 24th live show since May 1st, and I am sorry to say that
not a lot of people showed up. Such is the nightlife in Gainesville
when summer classes are in session, with the bulk of the 50,000 strong
student body elsewhere.
The three bearded brothers of Pontiak posted up like most power trios
tend to, though there were two significant additions to the dais. An
additional kick drum, snare and crash cymbal were arranged directly
opposite Lain's drum kit, so that whomever took up this post would have
their back to the crowd and their eyes locked directly on Lain's. (This
would turn out to be guitarist Van, but not until later on in the
show). Also, Jennings had a Nord Electro 2 ready for freddy, in
addition to his bass.
That said, Pontiak began with a Helmet-like dirge, and the etiquette
for this particular Wednesday night show was immediately established.
There were about 15 people there, and none were within spitting
distance of the middle. Most were near the corners, at the bar, or
peppered about in little pockets, all clearly avoiding the front.
Stoicism reigned, and when someone strolled in from the porch outside,
unknowingly bursting their way onto the deserted floor, they then
quickly retreated and fell into purposeful obscurity, conforming to the
rigidity of the inside crowd.
The few of us in there were standing still as statues, completely
focused on the music Pontiak was making. It was like standing around an
artwork at a museum, with everyone lost in their own eyes (or ears, in
this case). Imagine that, and then picture a lone drunken girl in a
dress, carelessly weaving about and bouncing off these statuesque
people like a pinball. It was a fascinating scene. Had it been
choreographed, I would not have been surprised.
So, yes, there was a certain mood in the air. That's when Pontiak began
doing things I can't describe very well, as I am not sure of certain
musical terms and definitions. One thing I know for sure; Pontiak were
not about the typical ebb and flow of most shows. This was not to be a
Song, Break, Song, Break ("Well hello Gainesville"), Song, Break ("It
sure is hot up here") type format. There were about three breaks (more
like intermissions) from the music throughout the set, all with little
or no commentary. I remember hearing "We are from Virginia," once, but
that's it.
Musically, reference points for Pontiak include the patience of
Wilderness, the vast epics of Pelican, and the unexpected soul of
VietNam. At one point, they played a long, slow-moving song that can
best be described as what dub music would sound like if it had
originated in the Blue Ridge mountains of Virginia, versus the island
of Jamaica. Other times they sounded like a far darker shade of Pink
than Floyd.
Many weird comparisons exploded in my mind whilst listening to them.
1. Drummer Lain was like Alfred Hitchcock in his transitions, utilizing
a toolbox jammed silly with dissolves, fades, and
watershed-moment-wipes. The flow of the music reminded me of the iconic
drain shot in Psycho, with everything washing and swirling into a cataclysmic, vortex-like torrent.
2. This is what "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak would sound like, if the
video had been shot at a beach near the Earth's molten iron core, in
vivid Technicolor (and not a beach, shot in black and white, with a
model).
3. Why is David Lynch's Lost Highway coming to mind? Everyone in this band has eyebrows (and more importantly beards).
4. White Zombie's classic "Black Sunshine" has been lapped and knocked
into the third-turn wall by a thickly-tired Pontiac motorcar. The fire
is still burning.
5. The bears at Yellowstone would love this.
Again, though all this hare-brained imagery was galloping through my
mind at a breakneck speed, I stood as still as everyone else. The
concentration permeating the atmosphere was akin to that of an exam.
The music was far-reaching, dynamic, and full of surprises. When
guitarist Van sat down at his simple drum post to match up with brother
Lain's complete set-up, a perfectly-in-sync drum march ensued. The song
that evolved from this austere beginning again defies description, but
it wasn't long before I was imagining vicious biker gangs wielding
shotguns from iron horses, locked in gasoline-powered combat against
other frothing mobs of crazed motorcycle enthusiasts.
When bassist Jennings finally turned to his keyboard, a welcome and
classic style emerged from his settings. The organ sounded exactly like
the kind utilized at the beginnings and ends of old-time radio dramas;
you know, the rich, soupy sheen that encapsulates the word 'vintage'?
Organs at old ballparks have a similar sound, though more cheeky.
Jennings' particular flavor of this classic tone, however, had a bit
more crackle and husk. The song that followed marked one of the more
'mountaineer dub' moments of the set.
As far as the vocals, well, they were few and far-between. Some were
comprised of verses, and others were nothing but ascending/descending
"Whoahhhhhhhh-oahh-oahh" group chants. This seemed to happen at all the
right places, however, and music doesn't always need words. In
Pontiak's case, actually, the music was quite enough. Words would have
bogged down the message.
Looking back, it must have been a hell of a show, because the music
inspired all sorts of weird ideas in my brain. At this point in my
life, I guess I can say I have been to a lot of shows, and few have
inspired such vivid mental imagery. Pontiak's realm of music is not for
everybody, but for those with patience and a scorn for immediate
accessibility, it's the cat's pajamas. Once you commit, you will dig
it. Promise.
Live!
Jun 11 2009 at New World Brewery in Tampa, FL
Jun 12 2009 at Backbooth in Orlando, FL
Jun 13 2009 at Criminal Records in Atlanta, GA
Jun 14 2009 at Farm 255 in Athens, GA
Jun 16 2009 at New French Cafe in Asheville, NC
Jun 17 2009 at Nightlight in Chapel Hill, NC
Jun 18 2009 at Dude Manch in Richmond, VA
Jul 21 2009 at Parklife Festival in Milan, Italy
Jul 26 2009 at Supersonic Festival in Birmingham, UK
Jul 28 2009 at Captain’s Rest in Glasgow, Scotland
Jul 31 2009 at The Borderline in London, UK
Aug 2 2009 at DB’s in Utrecht, Netherlands
Aug 6 2009 at Elfer Club in Frankfurt, Germany
Aug 7 2009 at Lokal in Berlin, Germany
Aug 9 2009 at Hana-Bi in Ravenna, Italy
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=review.php?id=162- Matt Lehtola
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009
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Current mood:  handsome
Category: Music
Mr. Lif
Live at the Common Grounds in Gainesville, Florida on May 28th, 2009
May 29, 2009
It's hard to imagine rhymes about the bank crisis,
burst housing market bubble and bootless Roth IRAs being anything but
numbing/boring. But this is Mr. Lif we are talking about; the venerable
lyricist that tackles Wall Street Journal caliber content via
rapid-fire wordplay, stream of consciousness storytelling and a
seemingly endless crawl of jaw-dropping one liners.
It's a good thing too, because newspapers are on the way out.
Television news is a joke (two sources, yeah right), and people just
don't be reading like they used to. In these troubling times, whom are
we to count on to tell us what the hell is going on?
Well, Mr. Lif is an option. I'm actually surprised the man doesn't have
his own television show. He breaks down the current culture like Jon
Stewart, with both brevity and comedy. The only difference is sick
beats, deft scratching and perfectly executed transitions to go along
with it, courtesy of the fleet-fingered DJ Sonny James. (Never mind
making it all RHYME.)
Lif, James and guest MC Metro brought that robust, full-bodied flavor
to the Common Grounds in Gainesville, Florida on Wednesday night, and
boy did they assert themselves. I tried my best to take good notes, but
Lif flows at such a low viscosity that I could barely keep up. My hand
was aching at the end of the night.
He delivered a strong dose of material from his latest release I Heard It Today (which dropped April 21st via Unity Music), as well as choice selections from his older records.
One of the highlights of the set was a group participation segment
focused on the phrase 'switch it up', which Lif commanded the audience
to shout after he said "Sonny James." This went for more than a few
rounds, and each time James switched up the beat, the heat index of the
crowd shot up like a thermometer burned from beneath. This was due to
both Lif's prowess as a showman and James' ability to craft silly-good
transitions, often into realms of completely unexpected beats.
Still, what stood out the most was Lif's careful balance of dense
lyricism and group sing-alongs. Listening to a Lif album, one must pay
careful attention, because Lif crams information and syllables into a
rhyme like an Ethernet cable channels vast amounts of megabytes and
data into a computer. It's packed in there, and there is often a bit of
rewinding involved, because you can't catch it all the first time
around. In a live setting, it's even harder to hear it all, and that
can make for a more concentrated thinking experience, versus an all-out
party.
Lif knows that, and the proof was in the sequencing. There was never a
dull moment on Wednesday night. In fact, there were too many great
moments, and this review could easily go on for days describing it all.
At one point, Lif acted out a skit in which he put on a white-collar
dress shirt, buttoned it to the top and strapped on an overzealous tie,
all the whiles telling a story about how he just gave up playing
hip-hop shows and traveling the world to take a $6.50 an hour desk job,
complete with no benefits and the aforementioned (and futile) Roth IRA.
James put on a funny Prince song (unfortunately one I don't know) to
further animate the scene, while that oh-so dreary office footage from Joe Versus The Volcano flashed on the screen.
Of course, he capped it all off by saying "Just when I think I'm about
to go Rambo, I quit the job because it didn't coincide with who I am as
a human being." 'Nuff said. It reminded me of that recent article in
the New York Times regarding the zero sense of accomplishment that
often comes from an office job.
Then Lif went off rhyming about all the odd taxes we have to pay,
whilst a list mirroring his words scrolled down the screen. He stopped
the music at "Watercraft Registration Tax," and proceeded to joke back
and forth with James and Metro about it. James lamented about paying
taxes on his boogie board, and Metro mentioned the pains of paying
taxes on his arm floats.
A somewhat surreal moment occurred when Lif performed "Because They
Made It That Way" in perfect sync with the actual music video, which
played on the screen behind him. The scratching even matched up, and I
know because I was flitting my eyes back and forth between the real
James and the video James. The strangest part about it, however, was
that both James and Lif are obviously a good bit older then they were
in the video, and this made me think of how long Mr. Lif has been
making quality hip-hop.
I could go on, but I think the point is made. Mr. Lif puts on a capital
'S' Show, utterly lacking in down time and positively bursting with
creativity. Again, he should have his own TV slot, because the man is
just a natural in lights, and most of all, he just seemed beyond happy
to be there.
After ending the set with a few bars of thought-provoking a capella,
Lif profusely thanked the crowd for coming out, and he invited everyone
to visit him in the back for handshakes, signatures and pictures. A lot
of people did, myself included, and it goes without saying that
catching Mr. Lif live is highly recommended.
Real quick, in my reviews I often note that, at most rock-oriented
shows, there always seems to be one perfectly happy hippie dancing all
by himself, usually near the front (and with reckless abandon). At
Lif's show, there was one lone b-boy breaking all by himself, with nary
a friend and a wide berth around him.
Classic.
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=review.php?id=160
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009
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Current mood:  hopeful
Category: Music
Hello, My Name Is...
This week featuring Ape School, Miz Metro and Spy For Hire!
May 21, 2009
On this week's installment of HMNI, we have three
very different names, and three very different kinds of music to go
along with it. We have Ape School, the smashing new solo project from
Michael Johnson (ex-Holopaw, ex-Lilys), as well as a rising hybrid pop
star in the New York City-based Miz Metro, and a melodic rock and roll
band from Columbus, Georgia by the name of Spy For Hire. Let's delve...
Ape School (aka Michael Johnson)
"Ape School is what I called the university where I work at, when I
first got there. It's a jazz school primarily. And this isn't a
derogatory thing toward the school or anything, but I guess the nature
of a music school is that they just drill the kids with rudiments. They
are more like trained animals sometimes. All these guys can rip every
mode and every key, and it just struck me that, to a certain extent,
there is a show dog quality to it. They are just turning out kid after
kid, all of them virtuosic musicians. Any kid you pick out of a hallway
here is technically far superior to me, but they don't necessarily have
their own voice or ideas. Not to say they are idealists, but they
haven't developed beyond being excellent musicians."
"Also, I have an obsession with chimps, and I use apes to describe
humans. I believe in evolution, you know? So, I just started calling
this place Ape School. Originally, the record was going to be called
Michael Johnson, with the album name being Ape School. Then when Ninja Tune came on board, they decided that 'Michael Johnson' wasn't very Google-able, but Ape School is."
Miz Metro (aka Laura O'Reilly)
"I actually got the name from Lady Sovereign... I
was interviewing her at the Winter Music Conference in Miami in 2006,
and I had my giant, doorknocker Metro Card earrings on. I had started
wearing 'trash art', because I was bored waitressing, and I used to
make earrings out of wine and champagne corks. One day I saw the hole
in the Metro Card, and I was like, 'Hell, I'll wear Metro Cards!'"
"So, I ended up interviewing Lady Sovereign with these earrings on, and
we totally hit it off. She texted me later and said 'What's up Miss
Metro Card?' And I was like, 'Miz Metro, yo, I'm dropping the card, Miz
Metro, that's it!' She kind of unintentionally named me, and it just
stuck. We have kept in touch ever since..."
"For me it just kind of fit, because I'm a city kid and I grew up in
New York. But I also do event planning and different types of new
media, which means I'm constantly running around the city on an insane
schedule. I just feel like I am Miz Metro. I try to support the culture
in my fine city of New York, and it just kind of works on multiple
metaphorical levels. The actual definition of metropolitan is a place
of meeting, and a place of transference and transportation. What I do
with my music is just that, so I am very comfortable considering
myself, you know, within the buzzing energy of the metropolis."
Spy For Hire (explained by chief spy Ryan Rulon)
"The name was taken from a high school band of mine, when I was around
15. Later on, I kind of cycled through bands, and every time I would
start a band it was generally my tunes we'd be playing, so I would just
carry the name over. By the time I was 18 or 19, there had already been
a few incarnations of the band. Then, when I was 24, I moved down to
Tampa, Florida for a while, and it got to the point where I was
submerged in this Tampa college life, this frat boy environment, that I
just felt was completely alien to me. So, one day I just said fuck it,
packed up on a whim and left. Then I called up some of my friends, and
said, 'Let's play some rock and roll.' So I came back home and we
started a band, and since I am just God-awful terrible at thinking of
band names, I said, 'well, want to just go back to the old one?' That
was 4 years ago, but, in all, I've kept the name alive for about 13
years now."
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=article.php?id=1000
- Matt Lehtola
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Saturday, May 30, 2009
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Current mood:  productive
Category: Music
Bombadil
Live at 1982 in Gainesville, Florida on May 13th, 2009
May 15, 2009
Dapperly dressed, well-mannered and harmonic to
the tenth power, the Durham, North Carolina-based Bombadil took the
stage at 1982 in Gainesville, Florida on Wednesday night, dishing out a
hearty helping of folkish, clap-happy fables and campfire chants. Most
of the songs were marked by a 'soldiers-marching' flavor of rhythm,
with multiple group sing-alongs and enough moxy to convert even the
most stout of cross-armed Gainesvillians.
Music aside, first impressions of Bombadil will inevitably begin with
their style of stage dress. Daniel Michalak, Bryan Rahija, Stuart
Robinson and James Phillips all wore collared shirts, each tightly
knotted with a silk tie, some abetted with vests. Naturally, each
player's ensemble had a different color combination. Michalak went with
a peach shirt and blue tie, capped off by both a white and black cowboy
hat, which he wore together. The black one was jammed on top of the
white one, a quarter short of an Oreo. A merry vest and pinstriped
pants finished the outfit, making Rahija's choice to sing whilst
sitting on a stool perfectly acceptable. Had he been wearing jeans and
a t-shirt, standing would have been the only option. Why this is, I
don't know, but it makes sense somehow.
According to the band's entry on Wikipedia, "Bombadil dresses for shows
in a style characteristic of elderly Bolivian men, employing fedora
hats, suspenders, and old, faded pants and shirts." I can affirm that
this is true, which is something one must do when reading Wikipedia...
Like the universal dress, everyone in Bombadil contributes on vocals,
whether it's the drummer Phillips (purple shirt, red tie), guitarist
Rahija (blue shirt, yellow tie), bassist Robinson (black shirt, white
tie - didn't you just know the bassist would be wearing black?) or the
aforementioned Michalak. This team spirit is key to the band's
overwhelming sense of harmony, in both their voices and clothing
choices.
The group has been active in the realm of underground music since 2005.
By the time their road led them to 1982 in Gainesville, Bombadil had
already played Bonnaroo, gotten a solid write-up in Paste magazine, and
released three EPs and one full-length record. A new, as-of-yet
unreleased album is due out in the summer, and, unsurprisingly, the
music from that forthcoming barnburner was the focus of Bombadil's set.
'Barnburner' seems apropos, as the music is just that. Listening to
Bombadil, it's easy to imagine a mass of chipper people, arms linked
and gathered 'round a flaming building, singing their hearts out. Or,
you could substitute that image with one of a group of Civil War-era
soldiers, picketed and encamped between battles, chanting march songs
'round the cookfires and throwing horseshoes. At one point, during one
particularly animated romp (I think it was "Julian of Norwich") I
nearly bellowed "Drive that cattle, wa-hoahhhhhhhh!"
Either way, Bombadil's weird blend of country-style storytelling,
mountain folk music, Broadway showtunes and, aye, a
'let's-raise-a-pint-to-this-merry-chorus' mentality, well, it all makes
for a damn good show. It's a set you can kick your stalks to, and one
that Tom Bombadil would approve of.
Tom Bombadil, of course, is a character in J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord of the
Rings series. Poor Tom never made it into the film versions, but his
character remains a vital one, especially regarding music. In the
story, Tom possesses a singing voice that can actually thwart evil,
rebuke enchantments, and terrify ne're-do-wells. Dude just skips about
the forest, singing and drinking, engaging in that 'merry-making' of
yore. Frodo's ring, the embodiment of all evil in the known universe,
doesn't even have an affect on the fellow. His singing is that good,
can I get an amen?
I have no idea if the band got their name from this character, but if
they did, it makes a hell of a lot of sense, as their strengths match.
Names, clothes and genres aside, what really made the night turned out
to be Bombadil's style of play, via their more 'unofficial music.'
Instead of silence, or cocentrated tuning between songs, the band
played brief, tension-building flourishes, each of which made for a
dynamic and transitional bridge to the next tune. Most of these moments
were quite cheery, like the swell of music one hears when a doe bursts
from the bushes in an animated Disney film. As in all art, be it good
writing, good film, et cetera, if you can establish an uninterrupted
flow, all will be gravy. Such was the case with Bombadil, and they
nailed that particular sluice gate with aplomb.
It's details like these that make recommending a $6 Bombadil show quite
easy, and they are playing tonight at Will's Pub in Orlando, Florida,
so go if you can. You might come back with a cracked, worn-out voice,
but it's worth the memory.
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=review.php?id=158
- Matt Lehtola
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Thursday, May 14, 2009
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Current mood:  overstimulated
Category: Music
When you post up at a reggae show, and the
keyboardist starts singing an R&B slow jam during soundcheck (in
the R. Kelly fashion), you know something interesting is about to
happen.
Such was the case on Thursday night at the Common Grounds in
Gainesville, Florida, where the reggae hybrid band Regwa was scheduled
to play. The group revolves around the core duo of percussionist
Drummie Zeb (Jamaican, 30 years in the reggae game, used to drum for
The Wailers, old school Rasta) and the-up-and-coming Ismail (Moroccan,
in his early twenties, master of the Moroccan bass - called the gibe -
and established Gnawa musician).
According to the band's bio, Zeb and Ismail combine to craft "a new
kind of African healing music, merging Moroccan beats and Jamaican
rhythms," which they call "Regwa."
Joined by a rotating cast of back-up musicians, including three
versatile percussionist/singers (playing shekeres, djembe drums and
multiple congas), a guitarist, and the aforementioned soul-slaying
keyboardist (who was posted up behind a 4-and-a-half foot long Korg),
the duo delivered an inspired set, marked by messages of unity and love.
A sick display of high-octane beats started the show, and then Regwa
broke into a heavy, slow-grinding dub. This featured soaring vocals
from the lead singer/percussionist, who wore a Dwayne Wade Miami Heat
jersey and a djembe drum strapped to his waist. At one point,
encouraged by a sudden acceleration in rhythm, he broke into a
fast-paced, dancehall freestyle, his voice getting all gruff, deep and
bombastic. He sounded a lot like Buju Banton, which was not a bad thing
at all.
As you might expect, the venerable Drummie Zeb's beats were both stone
heavy and solid. He had a gargantuan China cymbal and an imposing,
made-to-order Viper drum kit, decked out in Rasta red, green and
yellow. Ismail utilized a six-string bass at first, nimbly working the
strings in slick fashion. He didn't bust out the gibe (which looked
very old, as if had been carved from a tree trunk) until the second
half of the set.
Before that, however, the keyboardist had his turn in the spotlight. He
orchestrated a harmonic group sing-along with the crowd, and,
unexpectedly, he did it like Sting. This means, instead of the usual
descending "Whoa-ohhhhh-ohhhhh," he busted out the
"Weeeeohhh-ohhhhh-ohhhh." (How one man recall the styles of both R.
Kelly and Sting, in one night, I have no idea). After a few rounds of
mass harmony, Regwa segued into a cover of "Knockin' On Heaven's Door,"
which got everyone singing again.
With the group participation chapter of the set inked and published,
Regwa moved on to the more Moroccan segment of the show. Ismail
strapped on his ancient-looking gibe, which lacked tuning keys on the
head. The strings appeared to be cinched by some kind of cap on the
end. The guitarist retreated to the back of the stage with a Sweet
& Mild, as his part in the show was over. The rest of the night
saw Ismail and Zeb putting on an intense (and often extremely fast)
display of drums and gibe in the Gnawa style, with Ismail singing in
Arabic. It made for a rather hypnotic din, trance-like even, and it was
hard not to sway from side to side. (My notes illustrate this
phenomenon with near-illegible proof).
Of course, the classic
dancing-by-himself-with-no-regard-for-anything-else-fiftysomething-hippie
was in full effect, which gave the show even more credibility. People
were having a good time at the Regwa show, no doubt, and they
encouraged the band to do a total of three encores. These were all
songs of the Moroccan style, with Ismail on vocals.
The best part about the Regwa set was the variety. They had three
different singers with three different styles, and Drummie Zeb had no
problem adjusting his play to match each one. Nor did the rest of the
band, who played alongside one another with the long ease of old
friendship.
Highly recommended.
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=review.php?id=153
- Matt Lehtola
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Friday, May 08, 2009
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Current mood:  angsty
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Friday, May 08, 2009
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Current mood:  angsty
Category: Music
Now that the dust has settled after BTR's wild week at SXSW 2009 in Austin, Texas, we can finally enjoy the fruits of all our hard labor there. In other words, videos, videos and more videos!
First, let's take a look at two songs from Drink Up Buttercup, recorded live at the BreakThru Radio SXSW showcase at the Beauty Bar. My favorite part about this footage is, of course, the garbage can. The first song is called "Seasickness Pills," and the second is called "Sosey and Dosey." This is a band to watch out for in 2009, mark my words.
Note the female mannequin head on top of the drummer's hi-hat.
Next, we have footage of Theophilus London's set at Peckerheads, in which he dances on top of the staircase. It's an abbreviated version of his song "TNT," and, whether you fancy the fellow's music or not, you must admit, he's got great stage presence.
Is there a name for that particular dance?
Let's take things down a notch, with a simply beautiful song from Vetiver, recorded at the Sub Pop Records showcase at the Radio Room Patio. It's the first song on their latest release (and first for Sub Pop) Tight Knit.
DJ Emily is in love with this guy, harumph!
The last show I saw at SXSW 2009 was Kid Sister, at Waterloo Park. Out of all the video I shot, I think this one has the best sound - maybe because it was outside? This was her 17th and final set at SXSW 2009, and no matter how you may feel about the woman's music, you have to respect the stamina. Aided by Flosstradamus, this is Kid sister performing "Get Fresh."
The dancers were key.
Let's bring it back to the BreakThru Radio SXSW showcase, with the band that kicked off the whole shebang: The Lemurs. It's not easy being first in the lineup, but The Lemurs knocked it out of the park, establishing the showcase in smashing fashion. Here they are playing "Breaking You Down."
One more from the BreakThru Radio SXSW showcase, and it's a fantastic song from Pretty & Nice, called "Gypsy." Enjoy!
Stay tuned to BTR for more exclusive content from SXSW 2009!
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=review.php?id=151
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009
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Current mood:  pirate
Category: Music
Lemonade 2009-03-02 (photo by Julia Galdo)
After listening to Lemonade's self-titled debut for True Panther Sounds (a decidedly dense, club-friendly experience crystallized by ornate cymbal solos, frighteningly frank blow-ups and 1.21 gigawatts of bass), it's a revelation to learn that all three members of the group initially got their start, not in the electronic field, but in the realm of California hardcore.
Callan Clendenin (vocals & percussion), Alex Pasternak (drums, mixing & sample triggering) and Ben Steidel (bass, percussion &effects) all grew up just outside of San Francisco, immersed in the punk and hardcore culture of the Half Moon Bay area. Cutting their teeth on rock instead of x-rays, you could say that the future members of Lemonade evolved into their present state of hybrid electronica via a bedrock of loud, fast, live and hard. In other words, when the band first got together in October of 2005, Callan, Alex and Ben took that hardcore frame of mind, and collectively applied it to the making of their own flavor of electronic music. "I definitely think that some of that energy, the do-it-yourself politics of it, carries over into our band. It really is a scene you can take a lot from, even if you've moved on from the musical forms," says Ben. "Most of our primary influences are from electronic music and global rhythms, but we're presenting it in the format of a live band, with roots in rock music." "So even though we might be trying to imitate a song that's two steppy, grime, soca or something, it still comes off as played by a punk band," adds Alex. It's this key crux; the clash between the organic and the synthetic, that makes listening to Lemonade such a refreshing experience. Produced by the venerable engineer Chris Coady (Gang Gang Dance, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Marissa Nadler, Grizzly Bear) Lemonade is the perfect example of a complete album, from stem to stern. The six songs represented by the colorful clay, fruit and eyeball collage on the album cover are all gems in their own right, but hearing them within the context of the album is another beast entirely. It's like the perfect weekend: Friday night's made for whetting the appetite ("Big Weekend," Unreal") Saturday's about going on a full-fledged adventure, complete with discovery and brief moments of anxiety ("Nasifon," "Real Slime," & "Sunchips") and Sunday reflects upon it all with that sweet, parting kiss ("Blissout"). "Blissout" is probably where most people will venture first, as it yields such a, well, 'blissful' crescendo, but to truly appreciate that insanely beautiful burst of sonic crepuscular rays, you must first experience the storm that preceded it. "Unreal," for example, begins with a blast of looped breathing that sounds like something you might hear whilst walking through the doors of a haunted house. But then a deft display of cymbaling begins, amongst a pert series of clicking punctuations, and the atmosphere seems to shift from heaving poltergeist to crashing waves. It's all in the details, whether it's a snake rattle at a choice moment in "Sunchips," or the wet, Transformer-changing-into-its-other-form sound (similar to the report of the Spread Gun in the original Contra Nintendo game) found in"Nasifon." "Nasifon" finds Lemonade at their most Middle-Eastern, especially concerning the singing style of Callan. "I got to say when I first started singing, it sounds kind of silly, but my primary influences were Rai and Arabic singers, and singers from different countries," he says. "That's what I'd listen to, that's what stoked me. Being psychedelic and droney was really fine with me. Since then I've been listening to a lot of different vocalists, since I've become a singer. Now I really like R&B singers, and though I don't want to say my style is more soulful, it's more in that area. I'm thinking more about how I'm singing, whereas before I just went on a feeling. You do something long enough and you can't help but refine it." With such an impressive debut, and a live show bent on making people dance and dehydrate, it's hard to find beef with Lemonade. That's not a coincidence, either. "I just thought it was a good name for a band because there was no concept to it," says Callan. "And initially the music was kind of high-concept, so the name needed to be really simple and pleasant. Everybody likes Lemonade." "After limeade," notes Alex. A lot of people also like bananas, and some people really like ecstasy, which brings us to the band's myspace URL. "You know, you can't change that," laughs Callan. "I don't know if I'd want to, I think that's still the M.O." says Alex. "Yeah, it's just kind of silly, you know?" continues Callan. "The music has changed a lot, but when we started, with the silly sense of humor that we had, and the wild embrace of ecstasy and club culture, it was all fresh and new. We were at a Christmas party, and someone was sort of us probing us, like, 'oh Lemonade, what exactly does your band sound like?' And Ben was like 'kind of like bananas and ecstasy.' We all thought it was funny, so we made it our myspace url." If you take one thing away from this article, let it be that. And don't forget, Lemonade will be headlining BTR's first official SXSW day party in Austin, Texas on May 18th, at The Beauty Bar, alongside Drink Up Buttercup, The Lemurs, Pretty & Nice, Project Jenny Project Jan and Hot Panda! Live!
Mar 6 2009 at Danger Danger Gallery in Philadelphia, PA Mar 7 2009 at Floristree w/ Hearts Of Darknesses in Baltimore, MD Mar 8 2009 at Comet Ping Pong in Washington, DC Mar 9 2009 at The Triple w/ HoD, in Richmond, VA Mar 10 2009 at Secret Squirrel w/ HoD in Athens, GA Mar 11 2009 at 529 Club w/ HoD in Atlanta, GA Mar 12 2009 at Hands Up @ Backbooth w/ HoD in Orlando, FL Mar 13 2009 at Fridays @ The Vagabond w/ HoD in Miami, FL Mar 14 2009 at New World Brewery w/ HoD in Tampa, FL Mar 15 2009 at Sluggos w/ HoD in Pensacola, FL Mar 16 2009 at Dragons Den w/ HoD in New Orleans, LA Mar 18 2009 at Break Thru Radio @ Beauty Bar in Austin, TX Mar 19 2009 at Ohmyrockness/Oya @ The Music Gym in Austin, TX Mar 20 2009 at True Panther/Terrorbird Party @ Baby Acapulco 3 in Austin, TX Mar 21 2009 at Urban Outfitters Party in Austin, TX Mar 21 2009 at Hot Freaks @ The Mohawk in Austin, TX Mar 23 2009 at TBA w/ Bell in Bloomington, IN
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=artist.php?id=216
- Matt Lehtola
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Sunday, February 22, 2009
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Current mood:  awake
Category: Music
Hello, My Name Is... This week featuring Setting Sun, Tigersapien and Averkiou! February 19, 2009 For this week's edition of HMNI, we have the beautifully layered guitar wash of up-and-coming Gainesville band Averkiou, the venerable one-man music army Gary Levitt (who records under the name Setting Sun) and the decadently dope, yet somewhat dangerous dance floor music of Tigersapien.
Let it be known!
Setting Sun"I came up with the name Setting Sun because I was looking for a moniker that sounded like a band or a solo artist, a la Cat Power or Bright Eyes," says Gary Levitt, of Setting Sun. "Those were inspirations. Then came finding a name that would reflect the sound and feel of the music. That was no easy task, so I scoured lyrics from songs of mine and Setting Sun popped out from my song 'It's Light'. To my surprise, the name was not already being used so I grabbed it." For more on Gary Levitt and Setting Sun, check this interview with the independent veteran, who was recently featured on the Matt and Emily show. And don't forget to swing by the Setting Sun website, as there is a free EP of dapper remixes to be had! See Setting Sun live!Mar 5 2009 at Club NME @ The Annex in New York, NY Mar 18 2009 at SXSW || Lamberts in Austin, TX Mar 19 2009 at SXSW in Austin, TX Mar 28 2009 at Roots Cafe (solo) in Brooklyn, NY TigersapienThough the bloody spectacular picture above (a nifty homage to 2 Live Crew) should explain things (hit up the band's website to see the un-cropped version), we have further information from the gentlemen of Tigersapien. When asked about the genesis of their name, they did not reply with an anecdote, but instead chose to direct us toward this video. It's a rather excellent answer, don't you agree? What makes it even better, dear BTR listener, is that the cover of their new EP has a zebra on it.
Classic. AverkiouThe reasoning behind Averkiou's (pronounced Ave-er-q) name has become common knowledge in the town of Gainesville, Florida, where the band recently held the record release party for their debut album, Throwing Sparks, off of Barracuda Sound Records. Like most great band names, it came about completely by accident. The band was hanging out, trying to figure out a name for themselves, when someone yelled "Averkiou!" across the room, to get the attention of Nicole Averkiou (a close friend of the band's). It stuck, and that was that. Catch 'em live!
Mar 5 2009 at Common Grounds w/ Bambara in Gainesville, FL Mar 6 2009 at Harvest of Hope Festival in St. Augustine, FL Mar 8 2009 at Craig’s House in Durham, NC Mar 9 2009 at Velvet Lounge in Washington, DC Mar 10 2009 at The Annex in New York, NY Mar 11 2009 at TBA in Brooklyn, NY Mar 12 2009 at The Czar w/ Slavagoh in Richmond, VA Mar 13 2009 at Basement Speakeasy in Arlington, VA Mar 14 2009 at The Boot with Ceremony in Norfolk, VA Apr 10 2009 at Common Grounds in Gainesville, FL Apr 16 2009 at The Czar Bar in Tampa, FL May 16 2009 at POP MAYHEM in Gainesville, FL
Link to this article:
http://www.breakthruradio.com/index.php?b=article.php?id=891- Matt Lehtola
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