Tuesday 22 November 2011

Cold Cave - cherish the light years. (matador, 2011)

                                                       

2009's "love comes close came as a surprise to many of Wes eisold's many devoted followers.After the intensity of seminal hardcore band American nightmare (or as they were known after a forced name change Give up the ghost) and the screaming chaos of Some girls, Eisold's collaboration with justin pearson of san francisco spazzcore legends The Locust, Eisold's new project were a completely different project, eschewing distorted guitars and harsh screaming vocals for casio synths and clean 80's influenced singing, cold cave could not have been further from what many had come to expect from Wes Eisold.


To be fair Wes Eisold has always stood out from his musical peer group.His lyrics in AN/GUTG were miles ahead of other hardcore bands at the time.With songs that dealt with heartbreak, alienation and loss, Eisold's lyrics read more like a smiths record than a run of the mill hardcore punk band.this combined with a britpop influenced dress code which seemed to challenge the confines of the boston hardcore scene from where they came from should have softened the synthpop blow of cold caves first record.

"cherish the light years" begins with the bellow of "the great pan is dead", its too loud synths almost drowning out Eisolds lyrics of stars exploding and heaven caving in giving the listener the mental image of Eisold whirling around onstage throwing shapes, emoting every anthemic note.cold cave's sound is a noise indebted to 80's goth gloom,glacial synth pop and at some points even factory records dance/post punk ( there are shades of manchester post punk outfit the durutti column that drift through parts of the album).
With production duties helmed by producer Chris Coady (who produced the jaw dropping "Eye contact" by NYC's Gang Gang dance also released this year) making sure the sound is full and is not just limited to casio keyboards and drum machines, "alchemy and you"' with its disintegration-esque guitars and the urgent horn section lifted from dexy's midnight runners or yazoo's british pop.

For the first few listens you find yourself preoccupied with a "spot the influence" game which almost threatens to taint the record. the human league keyboards on "confetti", the new order synths on "icons of summer" or the sisters of mercy thump of "underworld u.s.a"  willing you to dismiss it as nothing more than ironic plagiarism.
Once you start to see the influences as something more celebratory rather than a hindrance the appreciation starts.For a start there are some immense songs on here.The aforementioned title track with its urgent bursts of noisy keyboards, the guitar driven arena goth of "pacing around the church", album highlight "burning sage" with its dark brooding keyboards and minimal techno beats leading into the epic album closer "villains of the moon" where Eisold and mika miko's Jennifer clavin trade harmonies over chiming guitars and the propulsive beat of drum machines.

On the whole the darker goth and synth influence on "cherish" works better than say, the pure john hughes nostalgia of M83 or cut copy's pet shop boys camp, the darker indulgences fit in to an album Wes eisold has said is an open love letter to his adopted home of new york and  the depressive mood conjures up images of  a bleak grey city in contrast to the vibrancy of  other,more well known musical  celebrations of the big apple.
this is Eisold's 2am walk through the empty desolate streets of an overpopulated town shot in black and white with no one around and just headphones and shadows for company,
You get the impression Wes Eisold would not want cold cave or indeed his life to sound any other way.


Saturday 19 November 2011

dirty beaches - badlands (Zoo, 2011)



When Alex Zhang Hungtai released BADLANDS this year it was built on the extension of the few E.P's released before and the much spoken about live show that consists of  the Taiwanese/canadian musician alone on stage, one hand clinging onto the mic or his white strat as he half mumbles half yelps his lyrics over reverbed rockabilly guitars and the occasional samples that make up his backing band.

The record that Hungtai is currently touring off the back of condenses that live show to c.d (or vinyl or mp3 for you cool kids). badlands sound is a mixture of a vocally confessional incoherence and the heavy reverb of Hungtai's glassy guitars..the whole record sounds like it was recorded in one room whilst Hungtai recorded the lyrics in the bathroom down the hall with a cheap microphone, tired and sweating through speed induced paranoia.the overall feel of the album  takes the gothic rockabilly of early cramps and plays it over  "blue velvet".
Opening track "speedway king" sounds like the soundtrack to a forgotten 1950's roger corman movie that you wake up to at 3am, the mumbled vocals sounding like gene vincent after a bender of booze and pills. As opening tracks go its the equivelent of being hassled by some thugs from a local street gang in a dark alleyway, every guitar note a shove while the hoodlums girl laughs at you for not fighting back.

"Hundred highways" with its reverbed feedback drowning out the dirty sounding garage rock guitars is not recommended for head phones or insomniacs. the song should be used as some kind of legal speed guaranteed to keep you awake on long drives as the shards of echoed guitars stab at your ears.
The inclusion of two "ballads" work well in breaking up the confrontation of the earlier songs,"true blue" is a high school prom dirge crackling through frank booth's car radio on a poorly lit monochrome highway whilst "lord knows best" is a grainy elvis presley on downers ballad with a repeated piano line that loops the whole way through.

The cinematic vibe of the album is striking, filling your head with visual images of b-movies, black and white footage of american freeways and seedy backstreets.The sound incorporates the atmospheric mood of Lynch, Jarmusch and Zhang Hungtai's documented influence Wong Kar-wai, working as a soundtrack to each directors films, you could watch Lynch's "blue velvet", Jarmusch's "permanant vacation" or Kar-wei's "chungking express" with no sound whatsoever, just the album on a steady, repetitive loop. Lasting just over  26 minutes and at eight songs its hardly sprawling but its short enough to warrant repeated listens, the curiosity of finding something new in Hungtai's low, indecipherable lyrics more than enough incentive to keep coming back as well as the quality of the music on offer...
Badlands should rightly have a place in many end of year lists of people, my self included who want to hear more musical noir from this sonic drifter.



new beginnings....

hi
i started this blog at the start of the year with the intention of writing about music, be it reviews, essays whatever.
unfortunately laziness got the better of me and it pretty much came to nothing so as I am now "between jobs" (dont ask) and as i also have a girlfriend who operates THREE other amazing blogs
( http://www.blogger.com/profile/09310033518613655593 ) i have really no excuse.
I am currently writing reviews for punk rock and hardcore records on a cool website that operates out of colorado (www.fortheloveofpunk.com  )and while i'm an american punk rock (in all forms) obsessive, i am also an obscene music nerd who is as happy playing old built to spill records as i am playing the last beyonce record and i want a place to post reviews that fall out of the punk genre.
I apologise in advance for bad grammar and snotty opinions.