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Gesaffelstein - Viol

Miyako stood on the platform and waited for the train. A sign's bright yellow digital display said the train was on time, but that was not news, for the trains were always on time. She rubbed her hands up and down her swollen belly, almost as a reflex. Two more months. She did not know what her parents would say. Nagano was a different world. Before she left for university, her friends back home used to tease her and say, "you'll be such a Tokyo girl. You'll forget about us." She had changed, that was true, but she hadn't forgotten about them. Although Tokyo offered her everything she could want, she often--and especially lately--found her thoughts drifting back home, to images of the mountains, her parents' house, the little park in the center of the city...

She looked at her phone. No messages. Nothing. What could he be doing? Silent Hichachu. He was at work, she knew. Busy. Adding and subtracting. Finding more ways for the company to succeed. But still. He knew how nervous she was to go home. He'd told her that he had to stay in Tokyo and work, that this was an important time in his career and he could not get away to accompany her to Nagano. Why did he not write? Miyako thought there was almost nothing better in life than the little green flash of light that occurred when a message arrived on her phone--she could write poems about that light.

She felt a rush of air as the train pulled into the station and came to a stop. She boarded and found her seat, next to the window. An older man with gray hair and a rumpled suit sat down next to her. He immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep, seemingly able to slip into and out of consciousness at will. Miyako wished she could do that.

She pulled out her phone to check again. Nothing from Hichachu. She sighed. She would send him a text sticker. No. Several stickers. To let him know. First a panda with tears streaming from its eyes. Next, she sent a laughing horse. Then a puppy riding a butterfly. And a pink kitten bearing its teeth in a playful grimace. Then a yawning koala bear in a tuxedo. Finally, a penguin with cartoon hearts in its eyes. Hichachu would know what that meant. He would understand. The train accelerated. She stared out the window at the pink-white blur of the blooming cherry trees.

[BUY Conspiracy Pt. 2]

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Forever on beats in space


Holy Ghost! - Okay

Holy Ghost!'s last album, Dynamics, still feels a little slept-on, though maybe that's due more to my own ignorance than to any actual neglect of the album. Still, though, this album is so good and I don't see it talked about often enough, so whatever, I'm going to say this: "Okay" in particular is one of the best things this band has ever done--it has the same energy and charm as a lot of the songs from their debut album, but there is some new emotional element in "Okay" that hasn't been present in their other songs. It's not as direct lyrically, which is part of it, but there's also a sense of resignation, regret, and a sort of ambient elegiac feeling too. Saying 'okay' can, at times, feel like waving a white flag, an expression of absolute apathy or exhaustion--but the way that Alex Frankel sings it, it becomes almost heroic, like a declaration of principles, as if he's taking a stand for something (even if it might not be clear to him why he's doing it).

[BUY Dynamics]

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Take My Face

Liars' new album, Mess, comes out this Tuesday and it is a miraculous work--both a continuation and extension of the ideas and sounds on WIXIW and a turn towards something new and weird (if there's anything predictable about this band, it's the fact that they are driven to keep pushing themselves). "Brats" from WIXIW is the closest sonic forerunner for the songs on Mess--dark and sloppy dance music, creepy and menacing in the way that Liars' music usually is.

Where WIXIW was marked by some class of diagnosable sadness, Mess is playful, mischievous, funny, and goofy (and somewhat sinister, but that should go without saying); WIXIW was, in parts, so bleak that it was difficult to listen to it very often, and in that sense was a good mimetic companion for times when you might feel that same kind of second-by-second despair. Mess is more engaged with the world: there's confidence bordering on imperiousness in these songs, and that makes this album the band's most engrossing beginning-to-end listen since Drum's Not Dead (which is not to say the other albums weren't amazing, but there were always one or two dead spots on each of the past few).

Liars have been such a great and innovative band for so long now that I think it's easy to forget just how talented they are. When you listen to something like "Mess on a Mission" (or "Boyzone" and "Darkslide" especially on the new album) you can hear the effort they've made to find and utilize new sounds--this is a band that makes a habit of experimentation, recording and manipulating noises born from unending curiosity and happy accidents. It's pretty incredible to see a band that's been around for 14 years maintain this level of artistic ambition.

You can still listen to Mess in its entirety over at NPR for a little while. If you want to feel what it's like to be simultaneously charmed and freaked out by a song, just listen to those first two minutes of "Mask Maker."

[BUY Mess]

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Saturday night and Sunday morning


This weekend I happened to listen to Adam and Alden's (Alden Penner, ex-Unicorns, Clues, et al.) Blade Run Out (or maybe it's Blade Runner? I never knew what the real title was) by chance, and then I listened to the whole "Live at Blue Monday" album. I had forgotten how good it is. It's a shame that they never put out an official thing, though this is probably close to what they had planned anyway. Below are all the tracks from the Blue Monday album (which is basically just a really great live recording that was circulating at the time), and below that is a little thing I wrote almost exactly eight years ago when I saw them play in Philly.

ALSO, Alden just released a solo album, Exegesis, which you can listen to and buy here.

Adam and Alden - Live at Blue Monday

Adam and Alden - Intro

Adam and Alden - Africa No Who

Adam and Alden - New Song

Adam and Alden - Big Song One

Adam and Alden - Baroquen

Adam and Alden - Leaving Blues

Adam and Alden - Jeanne

Adam and Alden - Sailing Ship mess up

Adam and Alden - Sailing Ship on the Ocean

Adam and Alden - Big Song Two

Adam and Alden - Doina Klezmer

Adam and Alden - Blade Run Out

Adam & Alden at First Unitarian Church Chapel, Philadelphia, March 13, 2006:

There's no really easy way to put into words what Adam and Alden do; while they were working their way through 'Bladerunner' ("it's a song from the future", said Adam), I was leaning back into one of the creaking pews and trying to think of an accurate description of their music and the way the two interacted on stage. There were details that stood out, of course: the mutual concentration on and anticipation of the movement of fingers, the contrasting styles of dance (Alden is a groover, Adam is more of a writher), Alden's furrowed brow, Adam's stuck-out tongue, etc. This might seem overly simplistic and maybe more than a little bizarre, but what their playing reminded me of most is a sort of ridiculously obscure Disney short from 1935 called "Music Land" (don't ask how I know this cartoon), where the Land of Symphony--


--engages the Isle of Jazz in a musical war


To draw another equally strange comparison, I will say that listening to them play was like having the odd grammar of brutely split infinitives translated to music- there were moments in their songs that seemed designed to [rococoly, charmingly, sadly] ensnare, to [bluegrassily, humourously, technically] entertain, to [angrily, dandily, royally] sympathize, etc. (you get the picture). I think Alden said it best when talking to the crowd after the show--someone had said that one of the reasons they enjoyed the music was because it was so structured, which Alden agreed with, saying that there was definitely a lot of 'deliberation' in their songs, but that what he and Adam tried to do was "create a landscape but still leave room to paint the open spaces". And it was evident during the show that oftentimes one of them would hold steady while the other did his own thing- thrillingly, gorgeously improvising intricate patterns or sets of long, mournful tones.

It was a fantastic and insanely fun show, and I'm so glad that they decided to come to Philly to play. Alden mentioned at the end of the show that they've been trying to record all of their live performances for a record- they'd like to mix the live stuff in with some more acoustic work they've done, and with some of the material they recorded at a 'huge, empty concert hall'.

After they'd finished playing, Alden announced that since they had 'no shit for sale', they'd be glad to say hi to everyone out in the foyer of the chapel. It was a fun discussion, and both Adam and Alden were extremely kind and generous with their time-- answering questions from everyone and talking about the Montreal music scene versus the New York scene (they feel NYC leans more towards the abstract-- "they're less concerned with harmony", Adam said), how the previous tour dates had gone (apparently things were not great (at first) in Burlington, where they got booted off stage after 5 songs and ended up moving the show to another venue, where they played for another hour), and originality in pop music (Alden eventually said that he thought the word 'pop' was so vague-- "it's just a palindrome").

One of the best parts of the night came at the very end though, when everyone was leaving. As Adam and Alden were packing up their gear, people lined up to say goodbye, very politely and sincerely thanking both of them for coming to play and for playing so much amazing music so passionately and enthusiastically. It was pleasantly surprising to see an audience (or a large portion of one, at least) that was so honestly grateful for the performance that they felt compelled to personally express it to the performers themselves. Maybe it's not that rare a thing to have happen, but it was definitely remarkable and it ended the night in just the right way.

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Rhetorical aspiration


Phoenix - Rally

Taking Back Sunday - MakeDamnSure

Not much links these two songs together besides a certain significant intake of breath. In Rally, this occurs towards the end, when Thomas Mars takes a deep breath right before he delivers the last part of the last chorus in the song. In MakeDamnSure, the very first thing you hear is Adam Lazzara inhaling. Those moments are notable. In Rally, I think that breath is a sign of impatience, somehow, a rhetorical device, as though Mars has delivered this message so many times to the person he's addressing, like, 'c'mon, you know this.' In MakeDamnSure, that breath is a little different, it sits outside the song, a kind of off-stage preparation for what follows. A pause, and expression of doubt.

[BUY It's Never Been Like That]

[BUY Louder Now]

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Two interlopers in the Jane Fonda workout tape


Fitness is the solo work of Adam Moerder (of Mr. Dream), and Thighs on Vinyl is the first song he's released. There's no way to explain this song--it doesn't sound like much else, there are no easy comparisons, and no way to offer any kind of hypothesis on how these sounds were produced (or even imagined). Thighs on Vinyl is complex and fucking weird and truly, truly surprising, one of those songs where you would never guess, after listening to the first thirty seconds, the turns it ends up taking by the end. It's a haunted little synth jam in the beginning, then it shifts so utterly sideways. I will honestly say that my jaw dropped the first time I heard this, because it's rare to hear a song that hides its secrets so successfully.

[BUY the GODMODE compilation, Common Interests Were Not Enough to Keep Us Together]

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Fetch me from sleep


I like what happens when people sidestep or move on from their bands. Sometimes the results are what you'd expect (viz. Thom Yorke's solo work as evidence of his endless love for contemporary electronic music) and sometimes it's something absolutely enlightening (Panda Bear's post-Young Prayer solo output). Scott Reitherman, formerly of Throw Me the Statue, is releasing his debut album as Pillar Point. I always liked Throw Me the Statue, though I can't say I actively listened to their music a whole lot--there were some songs on a mix CD, and I recall hearing "Hi-Fi Goons" (which I loved) pretty often on the radio.

Pillar Point is a very controlled effort, not in the sense where it seems like Reitherman is being cautious or restraining himself or anything, but the songwriting seems careful and deliberate--you get the impression that he'd been thinking about these songs for a long time. What it reminds me of most, especially for that sense of an artist enjoying himself and taking pleasure in new freedom, is Chris Richards' post-Q & Not U solo album as Ris Paul Ric, Purple Blaze (recorded in collaboration with Tim Hecker). Diamond Mine is a good representation of what's happening on this album: it's playful and exuberant, and it is almost perniciously catchy. Pillar Point is the kind of record that is interesting both for what it is and for what it represents as a step towards something new. You can listen to the whole thing over at Hype Machine.

[BUY Pillar Point]

[Photo is from that collection of Tarkovsky's polaroids]

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Rhadamanthus makes a speech


Valerie June - Pushin' Against A Stone

"As one of the three judges in Tartarus, it is my immense pleasure to preside over this ceremony today. I want to extend eternal gratitude--there is no other kind of gratitude here--to all who have gathered to witness this unveiling. Many of you know the circumstances that have brought us here, to this event. Some of you, the newest initiates, preoccupied as you are with your own endless suffering, are ignorant of that which compels us together here now. One soul among us has toiled long and hard at an impossible task. And no, I'm not talking about you, Tantalus (pause for laughter). I'm talking about Sisyphus and his rock. You've heard the stories. Guy rolls his rock up this hill and it falls right back down. Does it again. He curses. Octosyllabic profanities that he himself has fashioned and which when uttered burst into bright phonemes on the ceiling of hell. He sweats. Quite a lot, actually. But he perseveres. And now that we've entered a new epoch here, it is time for a new boulder. This old thing here--which I understand he has named Merope, after his wife, though that is what he names all his rocks--is worn down and battered, no longer fit for this purpose. May I present a new boulder for a new day to you, Sisyphus. I hope that its rough surface, its crags and sharp outcroppings, cut your hands and bring you pain each day until the end of this time."

[BUY Pushin' Against A Stone]

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Cicatrice is for kids


Feathers - We Are in Danger Now

Sometimes, often actually, I think that I dreamed the existence of this band. Feathers. Not the band from Australia. This was the one from Vermont. The one that sprang from Devendra Banhart's arm tattoos and facial hair. In the woods. On an autumn afternoon. Without ceremony. A spotted owl was the only witness to the parthenogenesis, and he was not surprised.

Feathers existed, I think. Some of the members have gone on to form 100 bands with names like Happy Birthday (maybe) and King Tuff (sure). They were ahead of their time. Artisans of the song. All their melodies: organic. All their instruments: handmade. All their voices: powered by air (not fission-generated steam, like some singers).

This is such a pretty song.

[TRY to buy Something's Wrong With Feathers]

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Jennifer Ehle was there at the concert


The Yellow Dress is the funniest band I've seen live in a long time, but this is mostly due to the efforts of the lead singer, Dan Weiss, who is brutally self-deprecating, playful, and totally weird when he's talking on stage. The Yellow Dress were a lucky discovery for me (what is the succinct term for that? serendipity?): I saw them once at a party in San Francisco and was intrigued, and then again at a full concert I was invited to later in the winter...what I'm saying is that it was all great chance that I heard them in the first place, and I'm happy that I did.

Their music is fiercely energetic and very carefully crafted. I think Dan Weiss is also a prose writer of some sort in his day job, and that is immediately evident when you hear his lyrics. There is a Decemberists/Mountain Goats vibe, no doubt, but the Yellow Dress is their own thing, adjacent to both those bands, but a little more morbid, a little more precious. The Yellow Dress just released their new album, Faint Music//Ordinary Light, and it's good winter music: bleak in tone but spirited, overcast, a little fucked up.

[BUY Faint Music//Ordinary Light]

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