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FEATURED NEW RELEASES
Atlas Sound
Oneohtrix Point Never
Cass McCombs
Twerps
The Bees
DRC Music
King Krule
Kurt Vile
Thee Oh Sees
Sympathy Nervous
Joker
James Ferraro
Indignant Senility
Dwarr
Colleen Green
eLan
Sully
Damu
Prurient
Hive Mind
Blind Willie Johnson
Last Time Around (Various)
Human Switchboard

 

 

ALSO AVAILABLE
200 Years
Luke Roberts
Phantogram
Jeffrey Lewis
Young Man
Crooked Fingers
Warm Ghost
Trash Talk

NOW ON VINYL
James Blake
Miguel y el Comite

LP BACK IN STOCK

Wooden Shjips


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  TICKET GIVE-AWAY FOR UPCOMING SHOWS AT LE POISSON ROUGE
Our good friends at Le Poisson Rouge are offering our Update readers a chance to win tickets to one of these great upcoming shows. First, PopGun is presenting a killer bill this evening (Thursday) with Africa Hitech and Sepalcure headlining, so enter right now by emailing contest@othermusic.com, and make sure to include your phone number. The following Thursday, November 17, PopGun is curating another spectacular line-up with Tri Angle heavyweights Balam Acab and Trust, plus True Woman. Email enter@othermusic.com to put your name in the hat for these tickets. The next night, Friday, November 18, San Fran's Thee Oh Sees will be at the top of the bill performing in support of their awesome new LP Carrion Crawler / The Dream, along with Total Control and Paul Cary & the Small Scaries. Email tickets@othermusic.com to enter for this great trifecta of bands.

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  NOEL GALLAGHER'S HIGH FLYING BIRDS + WIN BEACON THEATRE TICKETS
Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds is the first solo album from the elder Gallagher brother following his legendary Brit-rock group's break-up, and finds him doing what made Oasis so beloved: crafting melodic and soaring rock-n-roll. Swing by Other Music and pick up the CD or LP and we'll also throw in a free accompanying 7" while supplies last, and you can drop your name into a raffle box for a chance to win a pair of tickets to see Noel live at New York's Beacon Theatre, this coming Tuesday, November 15!

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 15
BEACON THEATRE: 2124 Broadway, NYC

     
 
   
   
 
 
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  THE WORLD'S FIRST PERFECT ZINE RELEASE PARTY WITH TUMBLR
We are excited to be hosting (along with our friends at Tumblr) the release party for a great new 'zine from the man behind Pitchfork Reviews Reviews. It's the world's first perfect party for The World's First Perfect Zine, with DJ sets from novelist Tao Lin (Shoplifting from American Apparel, Richard Yates), Victor Vazquez of Das Racist, and Jenna Wortham of the New York Times. Come by for some drinks, some music, and to pick up this cool 'zine.

WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 7-9PM
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  WIN TICKETS TO PETER MURPHY
Peter Murphy certainly needs no introduction, and this legendary godfather of goth rock will be making a return to NYC supporting his new album Ninth on Monday, November 21, performing at Irving Plaza. We've heard he's playing a career-spanning set, so there's almost sure to be some Bauhaus classics included! She Wants Revenge will opening the night. Enter to win a pair of tickets by emailing giveaway@othermusic.com.

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 21
IRVING PLAZA: 17 Irving Place, NYC

     
 
   
       
   
   
   
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  ATLAS SOUND
Parallax
(4AD)

"Amplifiers"
"Angel Is Broken"

Thousands of pages of both print and web have been devoted to the outspoken, complex and oft-controversial Bradford Cox. The only reason it's even worth mentioning in the context of this review is that his larger-than-life personality matched with his sheer prolificacy ensures that with any given release from his main band Deerhunter or this, his solo guise, there's going to be a certain amount of reading between the lines from fans. Such is the case with his third proper Atlas Sound full-length, which not only follows last year's four-album Bedroom Databank download series of Atlas demos, but also a rigorous tour schedule supporting Deerhunter's excellent 4AD-released Halcyon Digest, and a nervous breakdown. It's hard not to assume that there's a deeper intent with the album cover; shot by legendary music photographer Mick Rock (responsible for most of the iconic images of Bowie as Ziggy, as well as Lou Reed's Transformer and the Stooges' Raw Power), the front of Parallax features a stark close-up of Cox posed like a '50s crooner as he peers past a vintage microphone. With half of his face exposed and the other half hidden in the negative space of a shadow, the photo serves as a perfect metaphor for what is being presented here: Cox's amorphous pop starting to come into clearer focus.

Sure enough, opener "The Shakes" is surprisingly straightforward; moving along a linear path of chiming and strummed guitars, it doesn't sound too far removed from something off of Deerhunter's last record. Cox immediately turns the page, though, with "Amplifiers," a light, woozy psychedelic pop tune which does seem closer to the MO of his earlier Atlas Sound releases, if not for the noticeably less-is-more use of effects and reverb. Recorded at Brooklyn's Rare Book Room, there's an efficiency to the sound and arrangements of Parallax which eliminates the sense of distance of his previous albums, allowing Cox's stream-of-conscious melodies to become quite palpable to the listeners. Even through the spacey lull of "Modern Aquatic Nightsongs," we find him at his most human, softly pondering, "Is your love worth the nausea it could bring?" over a Martian bed of shimmering electronics. The alien spell is broken right after with "Mona Lisa," a slice of breezy, acoustic folk-pop featuring MGMT's Andrew VanWyngarden guesting on keyboards and co-vocals. From the sci-fi-meets-spaghetti western title track to the melancholic, Americana-tinged "Angel Is Broken" to the enthralling twilight pop of "Terra Incognita," Cox's full creative and emotional range has never been displayed with such clarity and purpose as now. There isn't anyone else out there like Bradford; he knows it and his audience knows it too. I'm not exactly sure if it's confidence, but he's let down his guard a little on Parallax and in doing so he's been able to touch a universal nerve with these new songs, reminding listeners that just like us, he's human after all. [GH]
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  ONEOHTRIX POINT NEVER
Replica
(Mexican Summer)

"Pelham Island Road"
"Describing Bodies"

Daniel Lopatin's work as Oneohtrix Point Never has made him one of the hardest to pin down from the current crop experimental electronic artists. Previous epic releases such as Rifts or last year's wave-maker Returnal placed him vaguely in a camp with Emeralds, who shared a similar love for warm synth arpeggios and other-dimensional drones. Replica, the new OPN release on his own Software label, heads in a new direction. It was created by filtering and looping fragments of 1980s television ads, but I'd never have figured that out on my own; it certainly doesn't strike me as a commentary on advertising or nostalgia. I suspect that Lopatin might have selected this method simply as a way to narrow his focus, and focus he does; there is a definitive compactness to his work here, each track creating its own microcosm in the span of a few minutes before leaping into the next idea. The analog drones of previous releases are mostly absent here, replaced with fizzy washes and brief stuttering loops that recall certain strains of late-'90s IDM and chillout (whose artists probably grabbed their own samples from similar sources) without sounding much like it. His disinterest in percussive beats continues, exploring rhythm by colliding implacable one-second vocal and piano samples instead. The title track encapsulates everything that's wonderful about Replica, consisting of a sparse minor-key piano figure that circles back onto itself while small details burble and shimmer around it. Despite the low fidelity of the source material this is ironically the cleanest-sounding OPN record yet; it generally opts for a progression of simple, uncluttered ideas over dense layers, and this release not only rewards but demands close listening, forgoing dazzle for depth that only grows with each play. Replica is the sort of record that creeps into your subconscious while you're trying to figure it out. [JB]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  CASS MCCOMBS
Humor Risk
(Domino)

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It's hard to think of something to say about Cass McCombs that I haven't said before; nonetheless, in a fair and just world, he would be an indie household name on par with Fleet Foxes. Instead, I recently watched him play the best show I've seen all year in a 300-capacity room that was half full. Of course there are concrete reasons why success will always elude him. He's playing a long game -- an old-world artist in every sense, following a vision that often runs counter to the crowd-pleasing, everyman platitudes of many of his singer-songwriter peers. Wit's End, from earlier this year, almost felt like a bizarre Hail Mary of resignation. Filled with some of McCombs' starkest arrangements and most obscure references yet, it was like finding a half-charred diary in the fireplace of an abandoned farmhouse. The record was a bold (and beautiful) effort, but it's nice to have some air back in the room with this new one.

Humor Risk plays like more of a logical continuation of the vibe McCombs was riding a few years ago, circa-Catacombs. His songs are still stuffed to the brim with foreboding and venom, but there's a playfulness here that Wit's End largely lacked. Song for song, this one has some of the strongest material McCombs has brought to the table in a while. "To Each Man His Chimera" bears some of the most evocative lyrical imagery in his songbook, while "Meet Me at the Mannequin Gallery" (about getting a mannequin made of himself?!) and "Mystery Mail" are the jauntiest numbers McCombs has attempted in some time, pushing his voice above the customary speak-sing croon into, dare I say, "rocker" levels of near-strain. Which brings me back to my real point of what makes Cass McCombs worth paying attention to, again and again: he keeps the game interesting, crafting timeless music according to a set of rules known only to himself. Yet somehow it always works -- without ever being the same thing twice. Anyone who's followed McCombs peculiar, serpentine trail this far will find a lot to love in Humor Risk, and newbies...well, no time like the present! [JTr]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  TWERPS
Twerps
(Chapter Music / Underwater Peoples)

"Dreamin'"
"Anything New"

I write and edit a blog called Still Single in which I review current vinyl releases. It gives me a chance to survey a very wide swath of music from artists who are mostly new and getting out there in the world, which is very rewarding. With this work it becomes easy to spot where the best bands are coming from, and for the past few years there have been three places in the Western world to sport the most of these releases: Austin, TX; Olympia, WA; and the entire continent of Australia. It's hard to tell exactly what is driving all of these young Australian groups to bloom, but I've been inundated with product from bands down under, and there is a quality about it which is consistent with the country's bands of old, and simultaneously fresher and more honest-sounding than anywhere else on earth at this time. Twerps are the latest addition to Australia's winning streak (which we can probably say started with Eddy Current Suppression Ring's rise to homeland success and global interest a few years back, and has not slowed down since). Hailing from Melbourne, the young group traces mellow, fanciful circles around a skein of pop music from the '80s, characterized by the Go-Betweens, the Clean, and the Chills, and not entirely unlike current faves Real Estate. There's a bit more tooth to Twerps' sound than other indie poppers of the moment, but that's all for the better, as this new album puts a well-worn, well-loved aesthetic through its paces. A wonderful little discovery here, and a good bearing of what awaits when you decide to dig a little deeper for your musical fix. Recommended! [DM]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  THE BEES
Every Step's a Yes
(ATO)

"Silver Line"
"Change Can Happen"

It's good to see 2010's Every Step's a Yes finally available at a reasonable domestic price. Since the Bees' '02 debut, Sunshine Hit Me, the band has released album after album of timeless, modern psychedelia that's baffling in its scope. (The group was previously known as A Band of Bees on all their U.S. releases, but they are now known simply the Bees throughout the world.) Their seamless blend of mellow psych, folk, sunny three-part harmonies and funky soul comes across like a 21st century Rotary Connection, without once sounding hokey, contrived or dated. So it's astonishing that four albums in these brilliant pop chameleons from the Isle of Wight are still relatively unknown here in the States, let alone their home country.

For those familiar with the Bees' stellar output, their latest album is a further exploration of the laidback, rootsy trajectory of '07's Octopus, a record which found a healthy dose of West Coast CSN&Y-styled folk-rock injected into the heady tropicalia-meets-Beach Boys proceedings of their earlier work. It's a circular path, however; while Paul Butler & Co have slowed the pace way down, the breezy, stoned tropical vibes of Sunshine Hit Me are a little more prevalent in this hushed, contemplative collection of soft-psych tunes. "Winter Rose" is a joyful, mellow blend of horn-accented, Johnny Nash-styled reggae with a vocal line inspired by a Mulatu Astatke composition. The Bees also return to the modern tropicalia which they built their reputation on with the great closer, "Gaia," which comes off like a lost Milton Nascimento session from his Clube da Esquina period, complete with joyous mariachi guitars. In contrast, "I Really Need Love" is a gorgeous Astral Weeks-inspired beauty, accented by a subtle sitar droning in the background. Still a best-kept secret, this band is one of the most consistently great groups on the planet, and they've delivered yet another stunner for the ears. Anybody enamored with the new works from the Stepkids and the Fleet Foxes will find a lot to love here. [DH]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  DRC MUSIC
Kinshasa One Two
(Warp)

"Hallo"
"Lingala"

Damon Albarn's latest project is one of his best concepts since launching the now defunct Gorillaz. Throughout his career, Albarn has never hidden his love of African music, and has also embraced hip-hop and techno production techniques; DRC Music is a joint collaboration not only between Warp Records and the Oxfam organization, but between a selected group of British and American producers, and local musicians from the Democratic Republic of Congo. Recorded over five days, Albarn traveled with Dan the Automator, Actress, Jneiro Jarel, Richard Russell, Kwes, Marc Antoine, Alwest, Rodaidh McDonald and T-E-E-D to the Congo, resulting in a solid convergence of vibes, beats and cultures. Unlike many world-fusion collaborations, which seem to aim for an NPR audience rather than a dance floor, this album marries a variety of contemporary styles, rhythms, textures and sounds, with a great sense of pureness, integrity and originality. Beats and melodies from soul, hip-hop, house and techno are referenced, yet the heart of Africa effectively shines through. Filled with homemade percussion and woodwinds, ambient field records, organic strings, animal guts bass, megaphoned vocals and other worldly sounds, these all interact flawlessly with the laptop sonics of the visiting producers. There's a nice groove established early on and across the hour-long album the mood is consistent even when the songs become more ambient. If you have been of fan any of the involved, the world fusion of Congotronics, Rhythm & Sound, Spoek Mathambo, Frikyiwa, Major Lazer, or Shangaan electro, this fits nicely within the mix. Dubby, grooving and bassy, and all for a great cause -- proceeds will go towards helping the region's poorest people. Albarn continues to use his influence and talent to create great music and this is an inspired accomplishment. [DG]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  KING KRULE
King Krule EP
(True Panther)

"Bleak Bake"
"Portrait in Black and Blue"

Only an Englishman would list Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band as their one (and only) influence on Facebook, and anyone who'd do that is alright with me. As white people go, the Brits have always been more in touch with the funky side of life than any other Caucasian race to date. And dating back to the days of New Order and the Style Council, UK music has routinely dragged things deemed otherwise deeply un-cool into the underground and re-contextualized them, making them edible for a new generation in the process. Archy Marshall's King Krule is a fine continuation of this noble tradition. Although the concept of mixing club music with pop/R&B is hardly worth mentioning at this point, Marshall's take on it carries the same unique British provincial charm that made the aforementioned acts so fascinating and singular. King Krule embraces the same insular, sad-sack storytelling devices that made Mike Skinner's early Streets efforts so endearing, layering his literate, defeatist narratives over stark productions that weave in upright bass and R&B guitar lines without sounding like Us3. His voice is too low and he may be tone deaf, but it sells the whole thing in the way that those things do if you're lucky. Anyway, hadn't you been wondering what it would sound like if Biz Markie and Rick from The Young Ones decided to form a band that sounded like Aztec Camera? This is great! [JTr]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  KURT VILE
So Outta Reach EP
(Matador)

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For the Vile vinyl collectors out there (and there are many of you), Matador has released the six bonus tracks from the deluxe expanded CD of Smoke Ring for My Halo (available below) as a stand-alone 12" (and a download as well). These tracks were mostly recorded in the same sessions that produced Smoke Ring, and they sound like it; opening cut "The Creature" kicks in with a familiar swooning, repetitive groove, built from intricate acoustic finger picking and simple hand percussion, that so defined the best tracks from that record. The next couple of songs chug along with a bit more power, but the only full-fledged rocker here is a heavily distorted take on Bruce Springsteen's "Downbound Train," and it's a good one -- Vile is possibly the only indie-rocker who could take on the Boss, not just fully inhabiting his classic rock swagger, but also his square-jawed working stiff characters. In the end, I'm not sure this is absolutely essential Vile -- I mean, if it was, wouldn't these tracks be on the proper record? But it's great stuff nonetheless, and with the cover as well as two radically different takes on the stoner anthem known alternately as "Life's a Beach" and "(so outta reach)," it feels like a glimpse behind the curtain and a view into the inner workings and inspirations that make Kurt Vile such a compelling young artist. [JM]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  KURT VILE
Smoke Ring for My Halo - Deluxe Expanded Edition
(Matador)

"Smoke Ring for My Halo"
"Peeping Tomboy"

This expanded edition of Kurt Vile's Smoke Ring for My Halo includes the six-track So Outta Reach EP on a second disc. A Best of 2011 contender for sure, here's what we wrote about the album upon its release back in March:  

Enjoyable as it was, Kurt Vile's Matador debut Childish Prodigy (which was the second or perhaps third full-length Vile album, in addition to a slew of CD-Rs and EPs) likely left more questions than answers for the listening public. The Philadelphia native has been hailed as the next Petty, Seger or Springsteen, and while that record showed an immensely talented young artist, new listeners often had trouble pinpointing who Vile himself really was, and there seemed to be a disconnect between his folky solo numbers and the full-bore rock he brought with his band behind him. With Smoke Ring for My Halo, all previous doubts have been cast off -- this is a sincere, no-punches-pulled showcase for a towering talent, and the arrangements and care that went into Prodigy effectively meet the songwriter who we met on his earlier releases, on his own terms. Those familiar with Mr. Vile's body of work won't be surprised at the very depth of emotion summoned here, belied by his deadpan vocals (look to the music -- it's all in the wrists); these are songs of isolation and general unease, rendered beautiful by (and sometimes even despite) the certainty in his voice and actions. This approach allows listeners to reflect on his work rather than react to it; Kurt Vile has finally come up with a set so assured in its own contradictions that he pulls away from the yoke of contradiction itself, and he's written a song for everyone. Unbelievably moving and profound, Kurt Vile has lifted the curse from his genre and now wears it like a heavy coat in the summertime. [DM]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  THEE OH SEES
Carrion Crawler/The Dream
(In the Red)

"Carrion Crawler"
"Opposition (With Maracas)"

Thee Oh Sees have never aped the dirtier, freakier aspects of '60s garage and psych so much as they've fully inhabited them. In other words, they aren't nostalgic; they simply know what they like. Only five months after the double-LP left turn that was Castlemania (performed almost entirely by band leader John Dwyer, to the consternation of some fans), the full band is back in classic form here, all boxy guitars, cardboard drums, and slapback. They've remained at the head of the California garage-psych class not just due to their boundless energy and conviction, which is just as evident here as in their barnstorming live show, but their willingness to stretch out. Just check out the squelchy Morse code solo on "Carrion Crawler," or the way the razor-wire guitar at the end of "Robber Barons" dissolves into a minute-long rattle of echo, or the way "The Dream" manages to stay at full throttle for seven full minutes. It drips with so much aggression and menace I half-suspect Thee Oh Sees would be just as happy if people just flung this record into strangers' faces instead of listening to it. Apparently this was originally conceived as two EPs, hence the odd split title. I imagine this is probably the ideal way to approach Carrion Crawler/The Dream: throw on either side, crank it, and if you're lucky it will end before the neighbors kick your door in. There are no huge surprises here, just top-notch songs for lovers of filthy, reverb-heavy, gut-punching two-chord rock. Which is to say, lovers of rock, period. [JB]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  SYMPATHY NERVOUS
Automaticism
(Minimal Wave)

Minimal Wave offer up another high watermark release in their catalogue with this compilation of phenomenal unreleased material by Yosihumi Niinuma under his Sympathy Nervous alias. Niinuma released numerous albums and singles in Japan on small labels throughout the '80s and '90s, and he suffered greatly during the recent tsunami that devastated his nation; this LP of archival material is a simultaneous tribute and benefit to him, as he lost his entire archive of recordings, custom-built and modified equipment, and worst of all, his home. This album had been in the works before the disaster hit, and all proceeds from it will now go directly to Niinuma.

Musically, he's working in an excellent blend of gritty post-punk sequencer hypnosis a la Cabaret Voltaire (it's telling that one of the LP's tracks is actually named just that!), spiraling synthesizer psychedelia that sounds ripped right out of Haruomi Hosono & Tadanori Yokoo's Cochin Moon album, and the stately classicism of the Sky Records catalogue out of Germany. He takes these sounds and tweaks them into a rather unique vision; everything pumps, throbs, and shimmers with just enough grit and dirt to keep things from glossing over into background music or faceless dance beats. This is without question one of Minimal Wave's best, most important releases to date, and is most highly recommended to fans both casual and completist. If anything I've said here tweaks your eardrums in any way, grab this post haste and help support a true talent who deserves wider recognition. [IQ]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  JOKER
The Vision
(4AD)

"The Vision"
"On My Mind"

With so many electronic producers these days having the opportunity to present full-length albums on more mainstream, non-electronic-based labels, the stakes are high. Along with this sort of opportunity comes the chance to stumble and fall, and how to weigh crossover appeal against diehard satisfaction, and above all how to craft a quality product that can rise above the fray artistically, is still a problem for many. Liam McLean a/k/a Joker seems to be stuck in just this sort of artistic Catch 22 on his debut album for 4AD, pairing his exceptional talent as a producer with a host of guest vocalists, making for some standout moments, but some flat ones too, and maybe not a great album. Like past records by Roni Size, Skream, Terror Danjah, or Magnetic Man, the heavy involvement of British R&B singers and rappers becomes an awkward and unnecessary crutch, sometimes smothering the pure essence of the production.

Joker's rise began with his burning 12" singles like "Holly Brook Park," "Purple City" and "Tron" (the only one included here), establishing what would be known as the 'purple' sound within dubstep circles, a thick and funky synth sound that merged the electro-funk of '80s Prince and Rick James with the snappy beats of dubstep. It was a magnetic fusion that spawned many imitators, and in some ways, Joker is just taking this sound to the next level here, crafting modern dance-floor R&B with the same building blocks of his original breakthrough productions. Yet his collaborations yield mixed results, and in the end the whole thing just feels a bit misguided. No doubt his production still shines at times, with a soulful mix of Dam-Funk meets Zomby, but the added vocals (and lukewarm songwriting) sometimes weaken the outcome. Thankfully, there are several instrumental moments where he let's his fuzzy and distorted synths do the singing to even things out, but the sequencing is odd, with all the instrumentals coming in the first half of the record. (I discovered a little trick though -- when played in reverse order, the flow feels more like a new-school R&B album, with the latter half becoming more tracks than songs.) A highlight, which sits in the middle of the record, is the title track, his collaboration with Jessie Ware (featured heavily on SBTRKT's debut album as well). It beautifully shows how Joker's dark sonic palette and weighty rhythm techniques can be fused with pop song structure, and the song would make La Roux, Katy B, Uffie, or Lady Gaga jealous -- heavy and thick, passionate and piercing.

Following Zomby's excellent 4AD debut, I think my expectations were too high on this one, and at first I was let down by Joker's mixed bag of tricks; yet upon repeated listens (and playing around with the sequence), the album feels better, and there are some really interesting moments where R&B and dubstep become interchangeable. He even takes a stab at updating new jack swing! For all its flaws, the highlights outweigh them, leaving a not perfect yet still interesting exploration in illustrating what black music can sound like in the current millennium. Fans of any of the above mentioned along with the trance-dub-hop-step of Araabmuzik or Wiley may find some diamonds in the rough, jams to add into your listening rotation -- there are more than a few. [DG]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  JAMES FERRARO
Far Side Virtual
(Hippos in Tanks)

"PIXARnia and the Future of Norman Rockwell"
"Linden Dollars"

An album that exists both as subject and object of its ostensible commentary, Far Side Virtual is the most interesting, and the most confounding record James Ferraro has ever made -- and that's saying a lot, as he's released about 714 records in the past few years, most of them pretty intriguing. Built of software synth patches straight out of fourth grade health class videos and syndicated travel television, Ferraro is conjuring the world of '80s PBS documentary soundtracks and cold, antiseptic library music. Reveling in a sound with a lack of specificity and a kind of perfect generic-ness, the glazed surface of the music belies a kind of ache, a paean to reconciling technological utopia with nostalgia and human emotion. The distinctly retro tonality the album has at its core is punctuated with invariably modern annoyances like text alert sounds, the Skype sign-in noise, etc. -- actually built into the music, as if creating a sonic landscape that is always already subject to the imposition of modern life. Robotic incantations from the virtual worlds of airport terminal restaurants in Dubai flitter in and out of the music, more than a little disconcerting in their evocation of charm and comfort. For all its pleasant sonorities and focus on the innocuous, there is something slightly sinister in the music, as if composed as propaganda by a faceless conglomerate of clairvoyants; much of the power of the music is derived from the utter faithfulness Ferraro has to recreating the sounds that he is parodying. Or is it critiquing? Or maybe just enjoying? You decide. Making you aware of what our unreality truly is, perpetually reconstructing memory in a vacuum through outer stimuli, Ferraro has created a record that defines background music in the most profound and novel way possible. Essential listening. [SG]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  INDIGNANT SENILITY
Consecration of the Whipstain
(Type)

Pat Maher, like many young artists these days, has put out music under a number of different monikers, but the most unlikely of all his projects was the one to catch fire last year when Type remastered and re-released his cassette-only Indignant Senility Plays Wagner. Using a battered thrift-store copy of a Richard Wagner LP (no one seems to know which one) as source material, he distended, distorted, and smeared those orchestral tones into a haunting tapestry that wed the eeriest undercurrents of Wagner with the hiss and crackle of faded technology. His new release as Indignant Senility, Consecration of the Whipstain, lacks the conceptual hook of Plays Wagner, but does not suffer by comparison.

Type is dubbing this "industrial ambient," which is weirdly apt; if there was ever a record that sounded like an abandoned, haunted factory, this is it. You could try to tie this to early Nurse With Wound or maybe a Hanson Records release (minus the ear-splitting shock tactics), but really this stands alone. The process is more invisible here than on the previous release, though apparently Maher recorded his sources through amplifiers to get similar levels of dirt and murkiness. What's incredible is that the extra grit and grime adds to rather than obscures the richness of the dense banks of fog that drift into view. Consecration of the Whipstain is cinematic in its odd way, resembling excerpts from a giallo soundtrack before the full-bore horror (or a song from Goblin) sets in. Each of the four tracks unfolds slowly, each in its own way: "Walking Extirpation" roils like the bottom of the ocean, "I Work for the Whip" is stark and rumbling, and "No One (Elapsed)" even allows a bit of classical music to surface here and there. As abstract as it is, Indignant Senility has crafted something way too unsettling to fit in with most "ambient" music. This is what the hero of an H.P. Lovecraft story hears just before glimpsing Cthulhu and going completely mad. Stunning. [JB]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  DWARR
Starting Over
(Drag City)

"Starting Over"
"Cannabinol: The Elation"

Drag City and Yoga continue their excavation of the works of Dwarr, a/k/a Duane Warr, a South Carolina native who in the mid-'80s put out a couple of completely unique privately pressed albums. Last year, the two labels collaborated to reissue Animals, Dwarr's second album from '86, which is a mind-blowing exercise in basement psychedelia and Dungeons & Dragons-inspired doom metal. That psychedelic part was most likely accidental, or a byproduct of the man's supposed drug intake at the time, but that's beside the point. One of the greatest strengths of Warr's music is that although the influences can be traced (Hendrix and Black Sabbath, I'm guessing), thanks to his limited means and vivid imagination it is 100% singular. While Starting Over, Dwarr's 1984 debut, is less heavy than its successor, it still exists in the same fantasy wasteland where Over the Edge and Conan the Barbarian exist side by side. Here, he alternately shreds like Eddie Van Halen on a bum trip and a drunk Steve Hillage, only to mellow out and go into Pink Floyd territory, and then there's my favorite song on the album, "I've Been Thinking," where Warr does his best Jimi impression, except the treble is turned to 11 and it sounds like a horror film soundtrack. Non-rock, non-metal, non-normal human life, but always triumphant...Dwarr always wins!! (And for the full Dwarr experience, check out this video on YouTube.) [AK]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  COLLEEN GREEN
Cujo
(Art Fag)

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Akin to the early, fuzzy days of groups like Best Coast and (frequent tourmate) Dum Dum Girls, Boston's Colleen Green makes perfectly hazy indie pop songs on her limited edition, debut 12" EP for San Francisco's Art Fag Recordings. Sometimes tender, oftentimes severely blase, Green chronicles how she loves 'em and leaves 'em (or, occasionally, vice versa) over the six tracks here. With just a drum machine, a scuzzy, stoned guitar line or two and a few layers of vocals, Green's simple but effective songwriting style does a lot with her limited means. Tracks like "Rabid Love" and "End of Time" marry that fun, punky edge indicative of bands like Bleached/Mika Miko with a lovably catchy melody, both of which make you forget about Green's muddy, DIY sound production. Green's gritty, charming and talented. Yeah, sure, she's not exactly breaking new ground, but she's one of the better acts kicking around. You saw what happened with Best Coast and Dum Dum Girls... [PG]
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  ELAN
Next 2 Last
(Monkeytown)

"I Can't Breathe"
"Dry Lemons"

San Diego resident Elan Stouffer a/k/a eLan is the latest signing to Modeselektor's Monkeytown label. He has previously shared 12" releases with FaltyDL and Shlomo, and his full-length debut, Next 2 Last, collects his three vinyl singles, along with several unreleased bonus tracks, and a whole second disc of remixes from Lazer Sword, Cosmin TRG, Byetone, and Modeselektor, among others. eLan makes slick and simple, clean and crisp instrumental hip-hop. As with many from the California school of new beat bangers, J-Dilla is an obvious inspiration, but eLan takes the blueprint into a cosmic and melodic universe filled with synthetic synths, plug-in percussion, and blunted tempos, making it all sound so fresh and so clean. Unlike his European contemporaries like Hudson Mohawke or Rustie, eLan doesn't smother his beats or slice them into confetti; instead he leaves a lot of space, using a few distinct sounds that set a subdued yet engaging mood. With a nice ear for R&B, boogie, footwork, and funk grooves, eLan colors his sonic palette with silly putty -- the neon is made of plastic and rubber instead of glass. There are enough nice moments on the proper album that the set of remixes almost doesn't seem necessary, yet the collection brings out lots of new elements, nudging a few songs towards the dance floor, and in the end it's a true bonus, as it very much feels like an album of its own. If you're a fan of heavy electronic producers with a flow and understanding of hip-hop like Flying Lotus, Spacek, Teebs, Dabrye, Onra, or Nosaj Thing, eLan is the next new-school contender, and he's pretty sweet. [DG]
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  SULLY
Carrier
(Keysound)

"Encona"
"I Know"

UK producer Sully has brought forth a solid album of split personalities; cut evenly into two halves, the first side of Carrier finds this talented beatsmith displaying his solid knack for crafting tight, fluid, bright 2-step and garage tracks that pay homage to everyone from El-B to Burial, while the flip sees him trying his hand at the skittering, jerky, high-octane grooves of Chicago juke and footwork styles. As schizophrenic as the record's halves may seem on paper, the album is surprisingly cohesive and tight, possessing a focus that many of his peers seem to lack lately. Tracks like "It's Your Love" and the epic "2 Hearts" (once slated for inclusion on Burial's mythic, unreleased DJ Kicks mix) blend lean, mean pulsating bass beats with dub-infused sample splices, colored with neon-tinted synth splashes. On the other half, juke jams like "I Know" and "Bonafide" take the jittery energy of footwork and infuse a smoother, more noirish atmosphere to their nervous systems. His use of vocal cut-ups is noteworthy, too; he tends to favor soulful female sighs and cries rather than the usual course bluster of the syllables of male hip-hop MCs. I'm digging Sully's silky take on these sounds, and while he's not quite a name many know as of yet, with Carrier, that just might start to change. [IQ]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  DAMU
Unity
(Keysound)

"Ridin' the Hype (Featuring Trim)"
"Ether"

Manchester-based producer Sam Schorb's debut as Damu for Bristol's Keysound label displays his loopy, synthy and minimal approach to pop-dubstep, like a mix of SBTRKT, early James Blake, and Jamie xx, with a little Luke Vibert in there for good measure. Each track revolves around a tweaked soul-diva vocal snippet as synths and video game sonics build up around -- then of course the beat drops. The layered frameworks range from busy to skeletal, the tracks' progression and variation coming from punching in and dropping out the various electronic polyrhythms like he's operating a sonic remote control. Damu's productions have an underlined house accent but they never lull into a pure 4/4 groove; bubbling and soulful, his beats are more broken, yet the stride is constant, like the rhythms of water percolating. A nice debut, not a game changer, but with the wealth of dubsteppy releases these days, this is still a solid outing for a great newish label. Fans of micro beats, R&B vocal cut-ups, 2-step, broken beat, funky IDM, and the current post-modern stylings of the Night Slugs, Numbers, or Hessle Audio crews, here's another for your dance crate. [DG]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  PRURIENT
Time's Arrow
(Hydra Head)

"Smoke/I"
"Stranger/You"

Dominick Fernow gave both his fans and critics a good shock four months ago when he put unabashed new wave melodies front and center on Bermuda Drain. The release of Time's Arrow is going to keep that confusion and antipathy running hot, as the title track places industrial rhythms and mellifluous sounds front and center once more. As before, Prurient's signature vitriol is missing from this EP's first two songs. There's no low-end rumble, feedback, or white noise, just a steady pulse, a few hovering whole tones, and Dominick's calm, detached voice. Unlike before, the new wave influence has been toned down and replaced with cinematic flourishes and a cyberpunk atmosphere. Rhythms now sound more like Skinny Puppy or Front 242 than Xeno & Oaklander, and the production is closer to Throbbing Gristle than Cold Cave. The A side might leave older Prurient fans feeling cold, but "A Meal Can Be Made" this EP is not.

To these ears, however, the best stuff is saved for last; after the two "Time's Arrow" mixes, "Let's Make a Slave (De-Shelled)" sounds positively terrifying and fresh. The softly skipping rhythms and tempered synthesizers of the original have been completely removed and replaced by raw percussion and ear-splitting squeals, like those Fernow showcased on Black Vase and Pleasure Ground. "Maskless Face" also favors Prurient's colder side -- on it, Dominick hangs his screaming over a constant barrage of sibilant hi-hats, militant bass drums, and barely controlled fits of electronic distortion and shuddering static. The propulsive energy found in his new wave endeavors is still present, but it's turned upside down. The histrionics of pop music and noise music finally meet somewhere in the middle, and they sound fantastic together. This kind of marriage was first hinted at on Black Vase's "Sorry Robin," but it's taken all this time for Dominick to come back around to it.

So, on Time's Arrow, Fernow sounds more believable and stronger than on Bermuda Drain. If Prurient as pop star seemed a little silly, then this EP is a course correction. But, more than that, it's a great indication of where Prurient might go next, and it features some of his most creative work since Pleasure Ground made him a force to be reckoned with. [LS]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  HIVE MIND
Elemental Disgrace
(Spectrum Spools)

It's quite refreshing to hear a Spectrum Spools LP that begins with some gurgling sounds that are downright ugly. The return of Greh Holger's Hive Mind project is much needed in these times when most synthesizer music is pleasant to the point of functioning as background music. Miles away from the current crop of kosmische worshippers, Holger takes more influence from the pioneers of industrial music and as a result, his Hive Mind releases sound gross and possess a depth that most modern synth records lack. His approach has always been subtle yet still tense and disruptive to any environment it enters, as he juxtaposes layers of grimy low-end MS20 detritus with high frequencies that pierce the air in the room and force you to pay attention. Though the overall result can be droney at times, close listening reveals a world of minute activity. Elemental Disgrace is one of the more dynamic entries in the Hive Mind catalog; Side A develops gradually into a noisy barrage of layered chaos while Side B starts out on the creepier side of Holger's palette, with trademark waves of deep pulsing rubble giving way to rhythmic blasts of harsher noise. All in all an expertly composed statement from one of the masters of modern synthesizer music and a welcome return after a two-year hiatus. [NN]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  BLIND WILLIE JOHNSON
Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground
(Mississippi)

Two lovely new releases by Mississippi on offer here, and for those who've been following the Portland-based label (and record store) you know what to expect by now: quality Americana in the form of authentic Delta blues and fiery gospel. Dark Was the Night, Cold Was the Ground collects the complete recordings of Texas-born Blind Willie Johnson (who apparently wasn't born blind, but no one seems to know how he lost his sight) over the span of two LPs, and is a totally unmissable package. Johnson, who spent the majority of his life as a street musician, moans and groans his way through an astonishing set of ballads and uptempo rockers, and is matched in raw power and sheer emotion only by Skip James and Robert Johnson. As a testament to his greatness, Blind Willie Johnson has been covered by many of the best of today and yesteryear, including White Stripes ("John the Revelator"), Billy Childish, Led Zeppelin, Nina Simone (who does a storming version of "Nobody's Fault but Mine"), Grateful Dead and Bob Dylan, who turned "Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed" into "In My Time of Dying" on his debut album. One-time pressing only, so don't miss out! [AK]
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  VARIOUS ARTISTS
Last Time Around
(Mississippi)

The market for gospel music has changed quite a bit since Mississippi put out their trailblazing and excellent Life Is a Problem collection in 2007. We've been swamped with reissues of American spiritual music, and they've run the gamut from horrible cash-in jobs (compilations sourced from mp3s) to quite the revelations (Pastor TL Barrett, Famous L. Renfroe and 50 Miles of Elbow Room's recent Rev. Charlie Jackson LP, most notably). Keeping with the latter, Last Time Around is a wonderful hodgepodge of primitive, raw sounds from the '50s all the way through the '80s. From haunting downtempo tracks to wild, bluesy workouts, this one doesn't let up. The smoldering heat of Isaiah Owens, Boyd Rivers, Ike Gordon, Hickory Bottom Harmoneers, Straight Street Group and many more, is guaranteed to keep you warm all winter and beyond. [AK]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  HUMAN SWITCHBOARD
Who's Landing in My Hangar: Anthology 1977-1984
(Bar/None)

"I Can Walk Away"
"(Say No To) Saturday's Girl"

You don't hear much about them now, but here's hoping this massive 40-song pile-up of material by Cleveland new wave/rock 'n' roll band the Human Switchboard gives way to a much-deserved resurgence. In the trio's music it is very easy to discern the angst that befell so many of their contemporaries (the Feelies immediately spring to mind, as do Tin Huey, Devo, the Embarrassment, and every other worthy group of combatants from a smaller town than NYC, LA or London) -- hoping to gain a foothold somewhere in the music industry before another shift would take place. Bob Pfeifer and Myrna Marcarian made for lyricists worthy of the best groups of the day, tracing tales of love, lust and angst over an airtight and consistent batch of songs that play like their contemporaries allowing themselves to be bottled up no longer. Where the Feelies would hold onto a groove Velvets-style and work the tension to their advantage, the Human Switchboard knew that the tension would be there regardless, and locked in on its release with a slightly jaded, brainiac fury that illustrates the mind-body continuum as a response to great rock music on the whole. The band was truly up against it, with only an independent EP and one full-length to their credit, and a lot of major label demos that went nowhere. Here's your chance to hear all of it, from one of the finest of the recognized new wave. [DM]
 
         
   
       
   

 

 

     
 

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  200 YEARS
200 Years
(Drag City

"Wild White"
"More Than Alive"

200 Years is a stark and haunting collaboration between Ben Chasny of Six Organs of Admittance and Magik Markers' Elisa Ambrogio. The sound these two have found together on their Drag City debut is sublime -- there is talk of a forthcoming release of more abstract wanderings, but what strikes us here is the simple clarity of these songs. The aching acoustic guitar melodies drift and drawl, with just an occasional musical flourish of harmonium or some such coloring, behind Ambrogio's beautiful singing. These two can each deliver deeply skewed psychedelia, but here they have chosen to imply much more than they come out and say, and the results are fantastic.

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  LUKE ROBERTS
Big Bells & Dime Songs
(Thrill Jockey)

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Ecstatic Peace originally released this one last year to almost no fanfare, proving that even a great record on a great label helmed by an iconic rock and roll superstar (Thurston Moore) can get lost in the shuffle; thankfully, Thrill Jockey has stepped in to set things straight here, hopefully helping Luke Roberts reach a wider audience. Roberts grew up in Nashville (and now lives in Brooklyn), and his spare, straightforward songs are informed by various shades of Americana -- Appalachian ballads, Delta blues, the rock and roll that came from that fine DNA, like Neil Young's more restrained early stuff. In some ways this reminds us of Kurt Vile's recent hitmaking, but the riffs are less densely layered here, giving the album a quiet sway that sets the stage for Roberts' haunted vocals. It's a timeless album whose time has come, check it out!

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  PHANTOGRAM
Nightlife EP
(Barsuk)

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A solid six-song addendum to this self-proclaimed "street beat" group's acclaimed Eyelid Moves full-length debut from last year. Phantogram's blend of synths, dream-pop and hip-hop rhythms puts a refreshingly modern twist on the indie-tronic sounds of Postal Service, Dntel, et al., with guitarist Josh Carter and keyboardist Sarah Barthel's melodies more heady and seductive than the aforementioned. With the addition of a live drummer here, they've added a little more heft to the mix without drastically changing what made the duo so great in the first place.

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  JEFFREY LEWIS
A Turn in the Dreams-Songs
(Rough Trade)

"Cult Boyfriend"
"Water Leaking, Water Moving"

Jeffrey Lewis is nothing if not self-aware; he is a goofy, smart, nerdy, funny, terminally un-cool New York character who has been at the center of the so-called anti-folk scene since before there was one, and his songs are expertly written, shrewd, hilarious, and simply too silly for mainstream audiences (though he has many, many devoted fans), despite their craft, and he knows it. As such, it's hard not to love "Cult Boyfriend," one of several standouts on his latest full-length on Rough Trade; in it, he compares his love life to the fortunes of a cult artist (which of course, he is himself), or really any cultish sensation (he name-checks WFMU, Father Yod, the Misfits and JG Ballard, amongst many others). Apparently, Lewis is loved or hated, ignored or swarmed, in romance as in music, and he longs for some sort of level ground; the highs and lows are too much for him. Maybe if more folks took our approach -- we really DO love his music, but usually in small doses, and while we don't want to go home with Jefferey Lewis, we would give him a big hug if he dropped by the store.
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  YOUNG MAN
Ideas of Distance
(Frenchkiss)

"Nothing"
"Enough"

Young Man is the nom de plume of 22-year-old Chicago singer-songwriter Colin Caulfield, whose path to becoming a Frenchkiss recording artist began with a series of YouTube clips of him performing covers of the likes of Animal Collective, Bon Iver, and most famously Deerhunter's "Rainwater Cassette Exchange." Sure enough, you can hear the influences of Panda Bear, Justin Vernon and Bradford Cox on 2010's Boy EP and his new full-length, Ideas of Distance, though this album doesn't really sound like any. It's a beautifully nostalgic, melancholic set, Caulfield's gentle croon matching the light plucks of his guitar, warm swells of orchestration, and subtle electronic beats and production.

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  CROOKED FINGERS
Breaks in the Armor
(Merge)

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The sixth full-length from Eric Bachmann's Crooked Fingers project is a dark, almost chilling affair, with Bachmann's powerful voice showing its rough edges and his lyrics dwelling on those edges too. Much of the album lingers on loneliness, loss and fear, but Bachmann approaches such heavy material with a master's restraint, his deeply expressive singing, uplifting melodies and thoughtful arrangements keeping you dancing as the ship goes down. The production is simple and straightforward, with strummed guitars, tunnel-vision drumming, genuinely moving vocals and little else standing in the way of these great songs.

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  WARM GHOST
Narrows
(Partisan)

"GTWS"
"Myths on Rotting Ships"

Recorded in the DFA studio with Abe Seiferth behind the board, this Brooklyn duo fuse darker, post-new romantic era synth-pop (a la late-'80s Depeche Mode) with a more current styling, via slightly smeared digital production and crisp beats, and occasional dips into the modern kosmische. While Warm Ghost nicely sidesteps the chillwave sub-genre, Narrows isn't too far removed from it either. Visceral electronic pop music that's as dramatic as it is dreamy.
 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  TRASH TALK
Awake EP
(True Panther)

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Five new tracks from Sacto thrash-punk juggernaut Trash Talk. Despite the hipster label and cool-kid blog praise, these guys are the real deal. Fierce.
 
         
   
       
   

 

 

     
 

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  JAMES BLAKE
Enough Thunder EP
(Atlas)

"We Might Feel Unsound"
"Fall Creek Boys Choir" (With Bon Iver)

James Blake ends his breakout year with this new six-track EP, Enough Thunder, a low-key affair recorded mostly solo at home, with the exception of his live cover of Joni Mitchell's "A Case of You," and the much-discussed Bon Iver collaboration. Like a lone piano man in a smoky London pub, Blake sings to himself, with his soft and sullen young voice; he occasionally accents the piano and voice arrangements with muted synth chords, shooting digital lasers, rubbery bass, or just crackling sonics, yet the overall sound is even more distilled than his debut, focusing on the young singer/producer's songwriting more than anything. Though this is new material, it actually feels like a stark middle ground between his early singles for R&S and his full-length from earlier this year. Distancing himself further from the dubstep sect, and reaching for the Talk Talk crowd, Blake references aesthetics from both, but never really commits to either, existing in a fusion all his own.

His use of still air, open space, and that lonesome voice is pure and nicely displayed across the songs, reaching some sort of climax mid-record with the sonic make-out session with Justin Vernon of Bon Iver. Their two heavily effected voices seem almost interchangeable as they bend, ooze, and swoon over one another, and if nothing else, "Fall Creek Boys Choir" cements the notion that this urban British club king and that rural American folk hero have remarkably similar aesthetics. It may not be the strongest track on the record, yet it seems like a gooey center point. My favorite is "We Might Feel Unsound," where Blake pitches his voice up for the intro, sings distantly for a bit, then drops a sparse beat of whipping snares, percolating percussion, and deep bass thumps. It's one of the best tracks he's made since his debut, full of drama, sensuality, tension, AND a dope beat. The EP runs about twenty-five minutes, creating a nice appendix to his self-titled album as well as displaying some of the subtle strengths and apparent weaknesses that make up the young man known as James Blake -- after having a couple of big hits with other people's songs, he is clearly pushing his own songwriting even more than his cutting-edge production talent, though it is hard to deny that the Joni Mitchell track is the clear standout in that department. Recommended not only for the die-hards, this also works as an appropriate starting point for those that have just discovered James Blake. [DG]

 
         
   
   

 

 

     
 

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  MIGUEL Y EL COMITE
Para Hacer Musica, Para Hacer
(Lion)

"No Va Mas"
"Junto Al Mar"

Miguel Livichich was a songwriter and percussionist from Uruguay who started out as a Brill Building-styled songwriter for other artists before cutting a lone album and a few singles by his group El Comite. On this LP, which compiles all of the band's recorded output, Miguel Y El Comite nicely fuse beat group rock with Afro-Uruguayan candombe rhythms; Livichich knows his way around a melody, and the tunes are filled to the gills with nice fuzz riffage, call and response vocal work with great, eerie background harmonies, and a thick rhythmic pulse that many other bands from the era lacked. It's the candombe element that really pushes this record past the realm of bland anglo copyists; by establishing a strong nationalist sensibility in their songs, each tune shines a bit brighter and remains more memorable. I first grabbed this and threw it on after the excellent cover art caught my eye; it's seldom left my stereo since. Fans of South American psych pop like Os Mutantes, El Kinto, and Novos Baianos take note: you want this. It rocks, it rolls, it grooves, and it kicks ass. [IQ]
 
         
   
       
   

 

 

     
 

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  WOODEN SHJIPS
West
(Thrill Jockey)

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Available once again on vinyl. Three albums and a handful of singles in, and not a whole lot has changed for San Francisco quartet Wooden Shjips. Still beholden to their original blend of deep, droning, and slyly malevolent psychedelic rock, West (the group's first for Thrill Jockey) once again channels the likes of Suicide, the Velvet Underground, and Spacemen 3 for a set of tense, rolling jams that focus on tightening the bolts on what's turned out to be a pretty solid machine. Thus, instead of presenting any grand reinvention, these guys stick with what they know best on the album's seven tracks -- fuzzy, organ-soaked jams like "Crossing" that take their sweet time to wind up in no particular place, almost casual glides offering up plenty of space for some newfound guitar muscle. Elsewhere, the Shjips court a kind of sideways boogie, imbuing the likes of "Lazy Bones" and "Looking Out" with an almost upbeat shuffle that manages to quicken the pulse while still offering plenty of time to dig a deeper hole. Best of all, though, are moments like "Flight" and "Rising," with the former a hazy pass through some solid riffs, and the latter an exquisite trek through some Teenage Filmstars-esque backwards moments. Five years into their existence, West highlights a group delivering what is easily their best-sounding and best written album overall. [MC]
 
         
   
       
   
         
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THIS WEEK'S CONTRIBUTORS

[JB] James Bess
[MC] Michael Crumsho
[SG] Simon Gabriel
[PG] Pamela Garavano-Coolbaugh
[DG] Daniel Givens
[GH] Gerald Hammill
[DH] Duane Harriott
[IQ] Mikey IQ Jones
[AK] Andreas Knutsen
[JM] Josh Madell
[DM] Doug Mosurock
[NN] Ning Nong
[LS] Lucas Schleicher
[JTr] Jon Treneff


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