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One Hand Loves The Remix Follow

Shaun posted up a couple tracks from the One Hand Loves The Other remix LP, and I’d figured I’d add mine into the mix as a quick addendum. Its not as readily accessible as some of the other stuff, and giving it an honest critique, I think the synth line is a little too hot and it looses a little focus towards the end. Overall its still a solid effort I think; I’ve gotten good reception from those I’ve let listen but I don’t expect it to be rocking out any dance floors.

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One Hand Loves The Other - Tortoise (Hacks Remix)

Be sure to check out the official remixes on their remix page: http://www.myspace.com/onehandlovestheremix

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Something Good From 2007: One Hand Loves The Other

The new year’s upon us. Not to sound like the grizzled grandpa screaming “hey, kids, get off my lawn!” in a voice that sounds way too much like Ad Rock in recent years, but the past year, for my ears, was utter crap. I couldn’t have possibly spewed more vitriol against J.U.S.T.I.C.E., Simian Monkey Roller Disco, Super P and Ed Rollins or whoever the hell’s heading up Ed Banger (still much love for Feadz though), and any and all of the new wave of uber-caucasian bass-washed-in-treble-to-make-it-less-offensive “new rave”. Actually that’s a lie, I did have an entire “anti-Justice” post ready to go, but an inter-office email from Trixie basically lay down the law (and the sad fact that I was losing friends, readers, and killing kittens). It’s been, as such, an incredibly negative year for Shaun@ResonatorMag.com, not the least of which has culminated in our decision to finally flat-out shun any RIAA-sanctioned music.

In that tidal wave of young (bad) blood, it’s way past time to explore some of the really, really good, nay-the best that 2007 had to offer.

Eye-patching the use of Neon Bible, it was intensely difficult, in 2007, to find albums that did anything more than make me long for someone to produce something that was, well, to belabor my three most over-used adjective: intelligent, emotional and real. Never in my life would I have expected the album I played most often, and the album to end up closest to my heart by being closest to my lobes (both ear and brain), would come from an Atlanta band-my locale, and the very-same scene that had me running and hiding to listen to nothing but old Knife for the early half of the year.

One Hand Loves The Other’s self-titled debut, released in 2007 on Atlanta stalwart Stickfigure Records, came to me with very little hype around the same time as the final Harry Potter book arrived in my hands (with, um, just a *tad* more hype). The two aren’t intricately linked in my brain, per se, but it’s fitting that the emotional underpinning of (go ahead and laugh) one of the best books of the year for me is one of the best albums of the year.

Not to go on endlessly about a band we’ve covered here before, but to simply summarize: One Hand Loves The Other is an Atlanta-based fusion of classical instrumentation, electronic composition and pop sensibility. That’s the “on paper” read. The magic that’s created, though, from vocalist Lou’s impossibly angelic voice and the band’s musical prowess (cello, flute, keys, laptop) is impossible to pin down in words. In a year full of really, really stupid electronic music, One Hand Loves The Other have created a modern masterpiece, an album that’s timely and yet will still sound entirely fresh in a decade.

The band’s set at Wordsmiths Books for the store’s “futuretense” evening of entertainment showed them, strangely, in an ideal environment: given the high ceilings and mis-matched, quirky interior of the bookstore, One Hand Loves The Other soared and reverberated, causing everyone in attendance to hold their breath.

There’s nothing, though, that can be written about OHLtO that can’t be better expressed in song:

One Hand Loves The Other: Rubbernecker Nightingale

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One of the highlights, by far, of their self-titled album, it takes off slowly before becoming an open-handed plea for understanding: “I/Don’t/Know/How/To/Be/What/You/Need”.

At the tail-end of 07, OHLtO released the expected and ubiquitous “Remix EP”. The disc features a couple of takes on OHLtO songs that don’t really do anything for me, re-inventing them by making them sound more like the Friday Night Dance Party stuff I’ve fought so hard to avoid. The majority of One Hand Loves The Remix, though, is really GOOD-”good” as in “well done”, “good” as “inventive”, and, wonderfully enough, “good” as in “places Lou’s vocals even more front-and-center than the originals”. Not surprisingly enough, the highlights are remixes of “Rubbernecker”:

One Hand Loves The Other: Rubbernecker Nightingale (Sta remix)

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Sta, who has seen play roundabout these parts in the form of those beloved Hacks remix posts, takes a hand to “Rubbernecker” that, at first glance, sounds syncopated like a Prince jam. Quickly enough, though, it becomes evident that Sta’s playing with the listener, drawing them in to think this is a goofy take before stripping away any extraneous instrumentation and leaving a basic drum machine…only to blow the whole damn thing up in a flash of light. This is euphoria at its best.

One Hand Loves The Other: Rubbernecker Nightingale (Music For People remix)

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Music For People present what is by far the most innovative take on the original “Rubbernecker”. A bit crunchy, jagged around the edges, something akin to what would result from Trent Reznor making a track for Morr Music.

Again: words can do OHLtO absolutely no justice (no pun intended). Their sound is pop confection crafted in dance music heaven, with repeatable mantras in the form of hummable hooks and drum patterns that stick in your mind for days. This is a band that truly has it all: the ability to compose, construct and produce a flawless, spotless album that’s both artsy and fun, and then back it up by blowing the “they couldn’t be this good live” quota out of the water.

There’s talk of the sophomore album coming out this year. While I’m still living in the debut, I’ll take more from these kids anytime.

Thanks, One Hand Loves the Other, for making one of the best albums of 2007, being one of the best live acts of 2007, and for making Atlanta a hell of a lot better.





Don’t try to interpret a poem.

It’s absolutely no secret-Atlanta’s own One Hand Loves The Other are responsible for what, thus far, is my most-played album of this year (neck and neck with Arcade Fire, yes, but, c’mon, that’s no small accomplishment). Their slowly-becoming-legendary live performances are, well, slowly becoming legendary (oh god, what writing! what journalistic craft!), as much for the way in which the band’s sweeping electo-orchestral compositions grow, swell and overwhelm with catharsis in a live setting as for the “oh holy crap, he can actually do that!” effect Lou’s voice has on everyone the first time they hear the band.

This past Saturday night, playing an all-too-short set at Decatur’s Wordsmiths Books, they were utterly, completely enrapturing.

The intimate space of Wordsmiths Books’ cafe/stage area lent itself perfectly to the sky-bound sound of One Hand Loves The Other. Their set was way too short (about five songs), but what mattered most to me was that they climaxed the whole thing with what’s become my favorite song on their debut album, “Rubbernecker Nightingale”.

 One Hand Loves The Other: Rubbernecker Nightingale

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That’s the studio version, which is still mind-blowing in the way that it wraps its’ catharsis around instrumentation, letting Lou’s pleas actually carry the song up and out and over to the end.

It’s pretty much brilliant, they’re pretty much brilliant, and there’s now been talk of a remix disc of the self-titled’s tracks before the end of the year.

Short and to-the-point? I hope so. This is stuff your ears need, by any means necessary.

 One Hand Loves The Other’s myspace-for more music, live dates, etc.





Lest Ye Forget

Tomorrow (Saturday) night.

Wordsmiths Books -Decatur, GA

7 P.M.: The least serious panel on the future of media EVER. Ft: Wine. Not Winehouse. Though Winehouse may be discussed, who the hell knows.

8pm: DJ whatshisfaceohyeahHacks

9PM-ish: One Hand Loves The Other

In case you need a reminder of how epically awesome OHLTO are:

One Hand Loves The Other: Rubbernecker Nightingale

One Hand Loves The Other: Don’t Know 

At some point:French Vanilla Kahlua.

Also possible: a discussion on the major heartbreak that is Kanyeezy’s Graduation. Flying bears my ass…real talk.

Come out. We’ll see you tomorrow night. Yell for “Stronger”, I promise you Hacks’ll play it. I. Promise.





Cellophane

Hacks, yesterday, or maybe the day before that, or even possibly the day before that (who…the…hell…knows? The days, they blur) gave you a huge laundry list of ways you can spend your Labor Day Saturday if you, like he and I, are cornbreadin’ it up (aka in the southeastern United State.. And don’t look at me in that tone of voice).

One thing that he neglected to mention was an event that I tried to book his overachieving ass for, and couldn’t.

That’s right-I can’t even pull strings and get Hacks.

However, the remainder of what’s been put together, in part with us here at Res and in part with our good friends Wordsmiths Books, who have quickly carved out a brand as one of THE coolest little (and I use little figuratively, the place is huge) hangouts in the city of Atlanta, and who constantly strive to bring creative, forward-thinking entertainment (for free, nonetheless). Next Saturday, September 1st, the lot of us have assembled a little something that’s being called “futureTense”: from 7-8 P.M., a handful of Atlanta’s foremost bloggers are gather to discuss the future of media. This isn’t some sort of Grad School anally serious “flickr will change the world” panel, though-in fact, its’ purported purpose is to be the exact OPPOSITE of that.

The real draw, though, is that, following the panel at about 9 P.M., Res Mag favorites One Hand Loves The Other are going to be playing that gorgeous, intimate space. For Free.

To whet your appetite, and to remind you of exactly how damn GOOD the sweeping, orchestral electro-pop of One Hand Loves The Other is, take another nibble, in the form of “Rubbernecker Nightingale”, from the feast that is their self-titled debut album:

One Hand Loves The Other: Rubbernecker Nightingale

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It’s that gorgeous repeated chorus of “Cellophane/Seraphim” that will grab you at first, but the end, when the sonics collapse a little at a time around vocalist Lou’s choirboy-like angelic statement of “i. don’t. know. how. to. be. what. you. need”, is what will light the candle in your heart.

Don’t miss. Next Saturday, Sept 1st. One Hand Loves The Other as part of futureTense at Wordsmiths Books. Granted, there’ll be no Deejay Hacks-but since when could Hacks sing like a Backstreet Boy kidnapped by Ellen Allien?





ties the other

I’ve never bought into the whole “support your local (insert entertainment or creative media here) just because they’re local” mindset,particularly when it comes to journalistic, critical coverage/review/feature. If proximity was to be the dominant, or a least a major, deciding factor in wielding that ever-lovely binaural label of “good/bad”, every crappy New York band with red Lip Service ties and black Lip Service jackets (ordered together, from the online store, to save on shipping costs-you can bulk order for your band, you know…now THAT’s good B2B salesmanship) would be gushed upon by photocopied upstate undergrad attempts at newspapers.

Oh, wait…

Anyway. I’m probably an ass for saying so (probably?), but how close a band/artist/DJ/producer resides to me really is relatively little concern of mine. There are some, like, say, Deerhunter, that the Fork-Gum folks would kill more babies than they already do to have performing at the local Chuck-E-Cheese, and I basically refuse to *ever*, ever, engage a Deerhunter live show again. And I think in the next week I’d have four opportunities, if I desired. I just can’t find the beauty of their recorded stuff in the audience-punishing live show, but I digress and repeat myself. Then there are some local bands, like The Swear, that I just don’t get to see enough of-consistently rockin’ live, and with a disappointingly small recorded output, the only way to get the full force of Elizabeth and her band is to step into the realm in which they truly excel-live performance.

I am hoping my new local obsession, One Hand Loves The Other, ends up in the sort of category that bridges the cradled-to-my-chest headphoneloving I have for Deerhunter with the rabid desire to catch every show they every play in this area.

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Seriously. Having just popped up on my radar, and making it a little cloudier yet crisper, One Hand Loves The Other’s self-titled debut album (the name, I assume, comes from a line in Bjork’s “Unison”), released this year by Atlanta indie stalwart Stickfigure (home to one of my favorite, and coincidentally local, bands of all time-the cathartic screamo collective with the greatest band name ever, I Would Set Myself On Fire For You), is the sort of emotional, orchestral, classical composition-infused glitch pop that doesn’t seem of this world. Too crystalline, too textured, too fragile and open, pumping with real blood augmented with chasmic, silver-electronic veins.

From One Hand Loves The Other’s myspace bio

Lou, the lyricist and voice, emerged from a background inspired by blues and soul artists of the twentieth century female persuasion. Nancy, the flautist and fingers of the synthesizer, blossomed out from classical piano and flute instruction. Mikey, the electronics engineer and composer, came from the pits of electronic haze with a clear idea of the ability to merge the organic and synthetic. Lastly, Mary, the cellist extraordinaire, picked up the bow where her precursor left it. She can make like the dickens on the strings of the cello.

Gotta love a band bio that sounds like Dave Eggers wrote it. More to love, though, than the quick-witted press material (or even the ramped-up pr push that’s building fans like Liza with a Z…we at Res sure as hell can’t compete with that, though My Chem can), are the actual songs on One Hand Loves The Other. Having shattered the windows of contemporary post-WARP glitch aesthetic, and re-assembling it with fragments of smart pop stained with sunset hues of opera and neo-classical composition, One Hand Loves The Other isn’t the Stupidisco that’s oozing from everyone’s musical pores right now-this is smart, pretty stuff.

One Hand Loves The Other: Don’t Know

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As Lou’s vocals climax and soar, the rhythm rides, and strings wrap around each other, it’s possible to get lost in the sheer musical bliss of “Don’t Know”. The lyrics, though, providing a vocabulary and vocal exercise like Anthony Kiedis’ smarter brother who aced the verbal part of the SATs, need their own attenion:

complications evaporation
subtle stasis is all encased in you
subliminal lift the weights off my chains
no more days where i dream in blue

Poetry. Gorgeousness. Like a lucid, drunken dream, achingly clear at the moment but a warm blur immediately post-awakening, this is the sound of One Hand Loves The Other.

They’re playing a handful of shows in the Atlanta area and surrounding locations in the near future, and all that info can be snagged at their myspace. You can pick up the record on iTunes, or at Stickfigure’s site.

I have not been this excited about an Atlanta band in a long, long time. For an electronic music scene that’s just now discovered the last decade of German and French electro, One Hand Loves The Other sounds fresh, real, clear as water and cool as a fall day. This may be an autumn album, but you’re going to hear more from them here at Res very soon. Believe me.