Archive for April, 2008

VideOverdose

Oh, man, with the green pollen tides of spring lapping against the bedroom doors of the world (and, no, I have no f-ing clue what that means), it would appear a pool of incessant distraction has overtaken Res. Hacks is somewhere in my ‘hood and I can’t find him, Trixie is doing…uh, things, probably (make your own joke *here*), and I am also doing things, but not the same things I’m normally doing, nor the same things Trixie’s doing. Truth be told, I’m not even trying that hard to find Hacks. He’s a big boy, he can take care of himself. Besides, if he gets too lost in his old stomping grounds, I’m sure the folks at Ed Banger pass out, like, Justice crucifi that can function akin to bat-symbols for deejays-in-distress.

Musically, there’s a lot to sort out around here, and to buy us some time, I thought I’d unload a few vid clips that are due by a minute, but not so overglazed as to be irrelevant, or even late.

The first two come courtesy of our Atlanta friends Criminal Records, from whence Record Store Day originated.

My new favorite band, Judi Chicago, performing “Chick Feeler” in the Crim parking lot on said Record Store Day:

My old favorite band, Hope For Agoldensummer, covering the Aaliyah jam “Are You That Somebody”, inside Criminal on Record Store Day:

And, finally, NOT at record store day (or at least not in America, but possibly in SweNordLand, the magical place of cupcakes, unicorns, rainbows and the best fucking pop music ever, where tap water tastes of raspberries), Lykke Li playing the most stripped version of “I’m Good I’ve Gone” you’ve yet heard, in the back of a cab

Resonator Mag: we’re not lazy, just busy and sober. More music coming soon.





Blue Screen Vs The Shark

Our friends over at Wordsmiths Books in Decatur, GA are having quite the party tomorrow night:

And, to celebrate, they’ve gotten Richy, from Res-fave BSLS,  to do a little bloggity-bloggin about, amongst other stuff, uh…Fleetwood Mac?

Click on over there to read, and then come back here and listen to “Perfumery” again.

 Blue Screen Love Scene: Perfumery





tickle vultures

I’ve admitted very recently that the Resonator distaste for the freaky mask-clad hippie furry-fetishists Animal Collective is beginning to break, at least in terms of my personal listening.

First, there was the discovery that the Panda Bear record was stunning.

Then, there’s this new EP, Water Curses . It’s hallucinsane, especially on an iPod, and I can’t quit it. Wish I knew how to.

But now…my god, TICKLE VULTURES. ANIMAL COLLECTIVE PRESENTS: TICKLE VULTURES.

What? You don’t know ’bout Tickle Vultures? Just watch

Yes, that video is one of the most meme-worthy things in recent memory, and it hits the current pulsevein of the blog-verse smack on the nose.

And, yes, Animal Collective’s stuff is growing on me. If Panda Bear were to make a song about petting his cat, I’d be all over it.





Support your local

We at Res like giving music away for free. We also recognize the importance of some facets of the corporate music machine in making  said music a full experience.  Good local radio stations, intelligent, talented and forward-thinking publicists (a dying breed, I could name maybe four working today),  concert venues that are so spectacular you’ll go see any band there, ever, and, last but not least, record stores that make music shopping a full-on pleasure.

In support of that last one, today, Sat April 19, is the first-ever Record Store Day.

To celebrate, what/wherever your local record store is (if you’re in the U.S.), something is going on and going down and (Allison’s waiting to)happening.  Get off soulseek and go check out the limited-edition, indie record shoppe-only vinyl releases that some pretty damn good bands have put out, and, most importantly, leave your folks’ basement and go out and associate with other music lovers (and those who’ve based their livelihoods on making the kids dance and shake) in the light  of day.

For those of you, like myself, who are in the southeast, Criminal Records is definitely the go-to for happenings. Res favorites Judi Chicago, Hope For Agoldensummer and Janelle Monae are all going to be playing hour-long sets…for free.

If you need to hunt down a record store near you that’s playing a part (3-D videos, free pizza, PBR for you kids stuck in dance party mode with URBN t-shirts, giveaways, concerts, at some point, somewhere, whatshername from The Dresden Dolls is painting in her underwear I AM SO SERIOUS ABOUT THAT), check the Record Store Day website.

As the folks on the rave forum used to (still???) say, SUPPORT YOUR LOCALS. Without record stores, there wouldn’t be music for you to pilfer off the internet. Think about that while you’re squeezing into your jeans.





Lykke on the grind

Lykke Li, currently a fascination in the…

aw, screw the intro. You know Lykke by now. There’s a video for the studio version of “‘I’m good I’m gone”, which has it’s own, more multi-layered pleasures to discern (my new indie-rock trio record: Pleasures to Discern) than the hollerin’ hootenanny of the acoustic version (which shows Robyn who’s who). And it’s f-ing out there, in that Lykke way.

Stomp. Start. Shout. Scream. It’s all good. The entire album, that is.





Nervousness, anxiety and decampment

Just when I’d begun to worry that they’d beheaded themselves like they did Sam Consiglio, the Detroit noise-punk duo ADULT. (beloved here at Res for the way they’ve eschewed any sort of electronic pop trend while continuing to hammer out literate, dark, anxiously jittery tech-punk) release what can only be described as the best news for lovers of the uncomfortable and disconcerting ever: ADULT. have moved into film.

From an email update (also posted at the ADULT. homepage) today:

Part I
ADULT. will be premiering their new silent-experimental-short

-horror film DECAMPMENT May 9, 2008 at 7:00pm and 8:30pm at the Detroit Institute of Arts accompanied by their own peculiar electronic horror music especially scored for the film. DECAMPMENT was written, produced and directed by ADULT. in early 2008 and follows a women’s transmigration from her “normal” life into a new society of deceit. Filmed entirely in Michigan, DECAMPMENT explores ADULT.’s obsession with an often overlooked and distinctive aesthetic that they call “midwestern horror”. The all new soundtrack will be performed live by ADULT. during the screening of the film and will be a mutation of instrumental film music and more ADULT.-like irregularities.

 

But wait…there’s more:

 

PART II
ADULT. will be releasing their first new release in over a year. The DECAMPMENT TRILOGY is an extremely limited 7″ series to be released on ERSATZ AUDIO. Three 7″s -each strictly limited to 100 copies- will tell the story of DECAMPMENT through music, lyrics and photographs. Each hand numbered 7″ will come in a full color jacket along with a limited 16″ x 20″ photographic print from Nicola Kuperus signed and numbered. Collect the entire 7″ trilogy to piece together the narrative of DECAMPMENT, plus own the limited edition 7″s and the Kuperus Triptych available ONLY through the ADULT. website. One 7″ will be released each month starting May 13th. More info coming soon concerning this project.

If you’re unfamiliar with the gorgeous(ly unsettling) artistic/photographic work of Nicola Kuperus, you need only tour through her online album at the ADULT. site.


This news makes requisite the (long-overdue) posting of my favorite ADULT. song (barely edging out “Disappoint The Youth”), from 2006’s Why Bother?:

ADULT.: You Don’t Worry Enough

And now, begin making plans for Detroit. And take me. If I don’t get to witness this merge of ADULT. nausea-noise on screen, well, in the words of Nicola herself, I’m just suggesting that something undesirable is likely to happen.





Now you’re a hero

It was brought to my attention earlier this afternoon (thanks, Dehumidifier)that there are prevalent MP3s for the “Burn The Rope” music.

This lead me, as a google-quest oft will, to the web site of the guy responsible for the incidental tunes AND the end credits song, Reachground. And…all the sounds!

Most notably:

Reachground: Now You’re The Hero

and

Reachground: Cave 

Ya know, I don’t remember what I initially said about either of these, but, jeez, it’s only one post down.




QuantcastReachground widget-thing above to help his publicity. I can’t imagine the mindset one needs be in to create incidental music that’s less than a minute long, but he did a damn good job.





Burn the rope

There’s really nothing you need to do at your desk today other than play Burn The Rope

Granted, beating the game will take you the shorter side of five minutes, but if you just get it up and running and do other stuff, you’ll have some of the best video game ambient synth tunes to soundtrack your day. Seriously, it’s like a non-sleepy wash of momentary darkness immediately followed by a looping upswoosh and a subtle flange that simulates Jesus and Mary Chain walking in and taking a peak, as though you had a small, trained kitten to change the settings on your Buddha Machine every so often for you.

You should make it through once, though, to hear the BowiEno-cum-PB&J end credits song.

(thanks, Best Week Ever! Now write about us again, kthx. I need the music media barter chip that is your undying praise.)





Only thing right is the streetlight

I’m always one to admit when we’re topped.

To wit, someone’s finally contextualized the weird and sudden rise to blog-fame of Glass Candy. That someone is the single greatest and most must-read-on-a-daily-basis-or-you’re-missing-something ‘zine, Fader.

I’ve had a Glass Candy fetish for awhile, and it was cemented a few years back when Hacks, R Jamz and I saw them in all their fractured rock fairy tale glory. Now, with the Fader article, I finally understand why-they really are a different breed.

For over a decade Johnny Jewel and Ida No have been producing dance music of the “rock,” “electro” or “italo disco” variety. Originally written off as no-talent art punks with glamorous aspirations, Glass Candy did the seemingly unthinkable—they kept their band together and morphed into something sublime. Fans, friends and industry associates all describe the pair as elusive, shy, flaky and standoffish. People in Portland seem to either love them or hate them with a feverish intensity. But most agree Glass Candy’s recent surge in popularity is a long time coming—and it could have come much earlier, had they ever actually given a shit.

-FADER writer T Cole Rachel

The Fader 53 piece on Ida No and Johnny Jewel places the duo as rogues in the current overfilled dance-rock climate, and it makes me love them (Glass Candy AND Fader) even more. The thought that I’ll never have to listen to a craptastic Diplo remix of “Life After Sundown” enables me to swoon over the original even more. In fact

Glass Candy: Life After Sundown (12′ Mix)

This is from the original 12″ release, which I prefer to the re-recorded (and less raw) B/E/A/T/B/O/X version. I know it’s en vogue to view anything sounding remotely Moroder-scented as a “roller skate jam”, but I feel it’s that exact label that’s cheapened the feel of some of the best, most sublime, iced-sex italo-disco. This IS the sound of late night: pensive, tense, chilled. Removed, solitary and alone. Like Ida herself says, “the only thing right the streetlight/the only thing wrong is the blood in my veins”. It still sounds as fresh as the first time I heard it, and with good reason-as the Fader piece states, what puts Glass Candy (and Jewel’s other band the ghostly Chromatics, who had another “best album of 2007 I never wrote about” in Night Drive) in their own league is their authenticity. This music wasn’t created  “to be remixed by James Murphy” or “for right now”-it was created because it had to be, and forever.

Now go. Read that Fader piece. I’d give my literacy to have written that.





Every little thing

The other day, Hacks basically posted some old stuff with the disclaimer of “um, but it’s good”.

Amen to that.

Last year was rough on me, musically. I basically spent every minute of every day complaining whilst listening to a very small palmful of sounds, while only chronicling a too-limited few. One of those albums that I never wrote a word about was Panda Bear’s Person Pitch.

There’s no love here at Res for Animal Collective, the freak-folktronic collective from which Noah “Panda Bear” hails. In fact, it’s pretty much always the exact opposite. Being redubbed the “Happy Super Fuzzy Animal Friends” by Hacks is really the lightest they’ve gotten off-they’re also the bearers of any and every fault for any and every thing. Hell, if the coffee pot breaks it’s their fault, and it will remain so until they finally reign themselves in and make something that sounds like the half-ecstasy half-terror that’s professed to be there sound, instead of the leaves-and-sticks potsmoke they actually purvey.

That said, the Panda Bear album was one of the best releases of 2007. Given that indie and punk culture began sopping up the minimal techno aesthetic like they’d never heard a closed hi-hat in their entire lives (and, fuck, when you’ve lived on a diet of tattoo ink and Blood Brothers albums, you probably haven’t), Noah’s second solo record was his first to sound anything at all like God making tech, and he nailed it in one go ’round. Harmonious, enveloping and surreal, Person Pitch, undoubtedly, saved many a life last year.

It’s such a sublime, life-affirming, sun-soaked record that, initially, the idea of anyone getting grease and Ableton all over Panda Bear’s perfection pissed me off. Then, about a week or so ago, Spank Rock’s XXXchange stepped up .

Panda Bear: Comfy In Nautica (XXXchange remix)

Now, granted, this is a ‘lectro heart-rattling rumbler, but XXXchange does something I’d never have thought someone who is more used to making Friday Dance Party jams would begin to play at: he translates Noah’s nearly-indecipherable vocals into a cold, robotic form, juxtaposing them with the original’s honeykissed harmonies to create something both sweaty and transcendent. This is, really, the only way a Panda Bear remix should be done if the dance floor is the ultimate goal.

With that sort of rejigger, I almost feel as though I’m given a free pass to throw Person Pitch on repeat (again) for the rest of day. If you’re a RES reader and you missed this record last year, now’s your shot. I never thought I’d witness these words being written by yours truly, but…if Brian Wilson made electronic music, he’d make Person Pitch. It’s that heartfelt, weird and remarkable.

Friendly bears of china, they want to be friends with you.