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Entries from April 2008

Pelican show preview (Broward-Palm Beach New Times)

April 24, 2008 · Leave a Comment

The dense, crushing expansiveness of Pelican’s four-song debut EP was an incisive slice through heavy metal’s bloated corpse, with its pinnacle track — the appropriately titled “Mammoth” — being little more than a plunging meditation on a single bruising riff. Following that release with 2003’s Australasia album, Pelican proved they could be as imaginative as they could be punishing, delivering six epic instrumental numbers, three of which broke the ten-minute mark. Since then, though, something has happened. The no-vocals-just-riffs scene has expanded considerably, with many bands far smarter and more elegant than Pelican stepping in to give the band a run for their money in the “epic metal instrumental” stakes. Thus, we find our boys living in Los Angeles (instead of their hometown Chicago), touring with Circa Survive and Thrice (rather than, say, Red Sparowes) and delivering albums of five-minute songs (that still don’t manage to be as powerful as the brief “Mammoth”). Hanging around post-hardcore bands may mean that Pelican is still the smartest bunch of kids in the room, but they’re also starting to look a bit like the guy who graduated high school a few years ago and still likes hitting on 10th-grade girls.

First appeared April 24, 2008 in Broward-Palm Beach New Times.

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Colour Revolt “band of the week” feature (Paste)

April 21, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Hometown: Oxford, Miss.
Fun Fact: Three members of the band are also in a Pavement cover band that is so good it “even fucks up correctly.”
Why Its Worth Watching: Colour Revolt combines the more adventurous side of indie rock with soaring dynamics and a Southern mentality.
For Fans Of: Radiohead, The Grifters, Modest Mouse

Colour Revolt has hardly glutted the marketplace with material in its three-year existence, but with good reason. In addition to the fact that all of the band members are just now wrapping up their collegiate educations at Ole Miss, Colour Revolt has also kept busy playing 150 shows a year. All this without mentioning the fact that the band’s debut EP was picked up for a one-off re-release by a major label. Needless to say, Plunder, Beg, and Curse, the band’s debut album, has been a long time coming.

“Really, we’ve just been trying to get through school,” laughs bassist Patrick Addison. “We’ve been full-time students throughout this whole thing.”

“Now that we’re [graduating in May], we’re really excited about being able to tour while school is actually in session,” says guitarist Jimmy Cajoleas.

Despite their studies, these young men have put considerable effort into putting Colour Revolt on the road outside of their Oxford, Miss. home base. Even if that means embarking on some serious one-night stands.

“We do full tour circuits in a weekend, and that makes things kinda interesting,” Addison says. “Last weekend, we were in Pennsylvania, just for a Saturday night show. And we came back for school on Monday.”

“I was stuck on the midnight-to-7 a.m. driving shift,” Cajoleas laughs. “It was sleeting outside, and I got so tired by about 5 a.m. that I just stuck my head out the window and let the sleet hit me until I woke up.”

With the release of Plunder on Fat Possum, Colour Revolt has made a musical statement that manages to combine the atmospheric dynamics they’ve honed from those grueling road exercises with the prismatic reality of life in Oxford, a Deep South college town that’s as proud of its literature as it is of its grits. Light years away from the more straightforward angular indie rock of the members’ previous band (Fletcher), Colour Revolt’s sound is bathed in a peculiar kind of swampy, sonic gravy that evokes the explorations of other underground bands—from The Grifters to Band of Horses—with roots below the Mason-Dixon Line.

“It’s hard to deny our southern-ness,” Addison says. “It’s definitely there. We’re definitely a southern band, but when we say ’southern rock,’ we’re not really talking about Skynyrd or even Drive-By Truckers.”

“It seems to be an unfortunate genre cliché, the southern rock thing,” Cajoleas continues. “Regionally, it makes sense, but the South is growing and changing. I would argue that the best southern record ever made was Neutral Milk Hotel’s In the Aeroplane Over the Sea. It’s not a traditional ’southern rock’ record, but it’s about family and God and sex and death. Those are the things you see in Southern literature.”

First appeared April 18, 2008 on Paste.com.

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Colour Revolt: Plunder, Beg, and Curse CD review (Stomp

April 19, 2008 · Leave a Comment

There are plenty of good rock bands from the South, and there are plenty of bands who create a reasonable facsimile of the pickup truck classics of the ’70s. But very few bands have capably grafted their sweaty, mosquito-slapping heritage onto a contemporary, forward-looking rock sound. If Band of Horses is the elegiac, atmospheric version of Southern Indie Rock, then Oxford, MS-based Colour Revolt is the sound of overdriven guitars, archly poetic lyrics and the occasional jam-plosion dipped into a humid bath of I-don’t-give-a-fuck. Eschewing retro-oriented posturing, the band also refuses to indulge in a postmodern, Oxford American-style biscuits-and-gravy shtick. Instead, Colour Revolt does what Southern boys have always done best: taken what suits them and made it their own. The result is a dark, expansive and often incendiary record that puts forth its “mood” in a forceful, dramatic manner.

First appeared in the April 2008 issue of Stomp & Stammer.

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Rats With Wings: Rats With Wings CD review (Stomp & Stammer)

April 19, 2008 · Leave a Comment

With a name that evokes a sort of spastic, urban, post-punk aggression, Rats With Wings deliver music that, well, isn’t that at all. Instead, this Brooklyn trio mixes lightweight, almost goofy, acoustic indie pop with bits of synthetic blurps and bleeps thrown in for good measure. Topped off by vocalist/guitarist Brendan Fitzpatrick’s surprisingly rich singing, Rats With Wings deftly avoids coming off as twee and insubstantial. Instead, most of the tracks here are gentle and catchy, built upon the simplest of elements – guitar, drums, keys – and fleshed out with subtly rich arrangements that include violins and cellos.

First appeared in the April issue of Stomp & Stammer.

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Forgetting Sarah Marshall movie review (Baltimore Citypaper)

April 17, 2008 · Leave a Comment

Forgetting Sarah Marshall springs from an inherently flawed premise. Namely, that the protagonist–someone so emotionally thin-skinned that he must impulsively fly to Hawaii for a week-long recuperation after a breakup–is someone with whom the audience should empathize. Peter (Jason Segel) does exactly this when his longtime girlfriend, Sarah Marshall (Kristen Bell), confesses to having cheated on him. During this introductory breakup scene, a fresh-out-of-the-shower Peter is so gob-smacked he drops his towel and continues the entire pleading, pathetic conversation in a state of uncomfortable nudity. As his man-junk dangles in front of the audience, it’s certainly shocking. Not because he’s nude, but because he doesn’t have a vagina.

Crying, weeping, and bawling his way through most of the first half of the movie, you expect that Segel (who also wrote the screenplay under the watchful eye of producer Judd Apatow) is attempting to gin up sympathy for his character, but all it does is make it more clear why his girlfriend broke up with him. The guy doesn’t even attempt to find a new hotel in Hawaii when it turns out that Sarah and her new boyfriend (a “rock star” played by Russell Brand) are staying at the same one. Of course, this would have made an entirely different movie, but it’s also quite impossible to feel any sort of compassion for a weenie so bent on self-flagellation. The relationship that blossoms between Peter and hotel employee Rachel (Mila Kunis) is equally unbelievable. She is far too beautiful and self-assured to be attracted to a pathetic lump like Peter, but blossom the relationship does, leading the movie into predictably treacly will-they-or-won’t-they-of-course-they-will territory.

But despite the accidental emotional resonance of a movie like Knocked Up, remember that Apatow and his boys are much more firmly planted on the “comedy” side of the romantic-comedy formula, and, thankfully, what Sarah Marshall is lacking in believability it more than makes up for in laughs. Unsurprisingly for a movie that starts with a visual dick joke, a good bit of the humor is on the crude side, and could seldom be accused of being subtle. Peter’s overwrought and impetuous reaction to his broken heart is endlessly wrung for comedy, but it’s the wry characters who surround him in Hawaii who provide the movie’s funniest moments. Jonah Hill is an annoying dickhead of a restaurant host, Paul Rudd’s character is a blissfully ignorant surfing coach, and Brand’s rendition of the libertine rock star who has stolen Sarah Marshall’s heart is so over-the-top that you almost wish the movie were about him.

First appeared April 16, 2008 in Baltimore Citypaper.

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Greg “Stainboy” Reinel feature (Orlando Weekly)

April 17, 2008 · Leave a Comment

[Without going into too much detail, I was pretty disappointed in the edit of my story that finally wound up in print. There are a variety of reasons why, none of which are worth going into. Below is what ran in the paper, not my original version.]

In a Q&A appended to the tail end of Vicious Intent: The Rock ’n’ Roll Art and Exploitation of Stainboy Reinel, released last month on Dark Horse, Greg “Stainboy” Reinel states, “I’m not an artist. I’m more of an entertainer.”

Forty-six-year-old Reinel’s concert posters – high-octane, high-color, chicks-and-cars presentations of rock & roll fever dreams, the best of which are collected in the career-spanning book – would beg reconsideration of his self-assessment. “I never think, like, ‘I’m an artist,’” laughs Reinel. “I do art shows like I did shows when I was in a band. I just put the posters in the back of the truck and tour.”

Reinel’s history as one-half of Orlando punk legends Nutrajet, whose untamed power pop set the scene on fire from the mid-’90s until 2003, has deeply informed his poster art. Not coincidentally, his book release party features a triumvirate of Florida garage-punk bands and tons of local rock art. Reinel says that for him to sit around a table signing books all day would “kind of suck,” so he turned his event into a party. It’s this unpretentious attitude that directly translates into his poster art.

“He did that [2004] Nashville Pussy poster for us,” says Michael McRaney, co-owner of downtown Orlando club the Social. “That one with the [hair] pick right in the, uh … erogenous zone. Man, people were just flipping out about it.”

Sometimes, though, that provocative imagery can lead to problems.

“The [book’s original] printer was over in China, and they said that some of the images were too much and would have to come out of the book,” Reinel says. “[Dark Horse] was like, ‘If we start pulling all these [potentially offensive] images out, you’re not gonna have a book.’” After a long delay, the decision was made to find another printer and no art was left on the cutting room floor.

“It’s not like I sit down and try to be offensive,” he continues, laughing. “I just do what I do. I don’t try to dress things up one way or another. What it is is what it is.”

Looking through the pages of Vicious Intent, there’s a quiet variety of images within. True, there are copious amounts of powerful females toting guns or guitars, but Reinel’s playful manipulation of these images evokes the fun side of ’70s nostalgia. Others, like the linear angularity of a 2006 Buzzcocks poster (a Malcolm Garrett homage), find Reinel expanding his stylistic palette, also apparent in the new-wave flash of a poster Reinel did in 2005, unprompted, for a local Elvis Costello show.

“He just came in with it one day out of the blue,” says Jim Mallonee, VP of Florida/Carolinas booking for House of Blues/Live Nation. “You just see [Elvis’] glasses, and that’s all you needed to see. [Reinel is] definitely on the verge of breaking out to the big time.”

With Vicious Intent, Stainboy’s big time is here, but like a diehard punk rocker, he bristles at the notion of growth.

“Any evolution in my stuff happens naturally. I like to make the viewer feel like they’re in on the joke with me.”

Flipping through one’s life in a book would make anybody wistful, but when an artist who calls himself Stainboy gets nostalgic over a Flogging Molly poster – a topless redhead with a beer in one hand and a whip in the other – the effect is doubly ironic.

“A hundred and twelve pages may not be a big book, but it took a long time,” Reinel says. “Not to sound mushy, but I got a few pages in and I realized [this book] was my life.”

First appeared April 17, 2008 in Orlando Weekly.

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Ministry show preview (Orlando Weekly)

April 17, 2008 · Leave a Comment

As any band knows, a fun way to close out a show is with a cover or two, preferably a reconfigured classic. Ministry isn’t closing out a show with a cover tune, they’re closing out their career; the band’s final album is a collection of covers, from “Bang a Gong” to “Supernaut” (not Trent Reznor’s version). Al Jourgensen has vowed that this tour in support of Cover Up will be Ministry’s last, and it’s hard to begrudge the man his closure, considering his more than 20 years operating under that moniker. (With his second George Bush heading out of office next year, what’ll he have to complain about, anyway?) These final concerts are running into the two-hours-plus range, and one can only hope that there’s more “Flashback” than “What a Wonderful World.”

First appeared in the April 17, 2008 issue of Orlando Weekly.

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“The Crate Debate continued”: An IM conversation about record stores (Orlando Weekly)

April 16, 2008 · Leave a Comment

[Justin Strout, current music editor at Orlando Weekly asked me to "debate" whether or not record stores are still valid. Happy Record Store Day!]

So you might have noticed a little piece I wrote in today’s paper (“The Crate Debate” hits online tomorrow) in which I make the case that record stores have no place in today’s business world besides nostalgia. Fun, huh? I’m sure gonna love reading your death threats – keep ‘em comin!

Well, the debate continues today as I reprint an IM conversation (see? ain’t technology the cat’s meow) I had with another music writer, OW contributor Jason Ferguson. As a longtime crate-prowler, Jason spends even more time thinking about music than I do, so he speaks from a unique perspective: someone who always has his finger on the pulse of music technology yet still cherishes the smell of a musty indie shop. Mmmm … smells like commerce. Thanks to Mr. Ferguson for taking the time…

Enjoy! We’re both pretty verbose, so you’ll find it after the jump…

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Jarboe/Justin Broadrick: J2 CD review (Magnet)

April 15, 2008 · Leave a Comment

 

In Swans, singer Jarboe was always the spooky bit of beauty that accentuated and made human the sheer terror of multi-instrumentalist Michael Gira’s sonic holocaust. Post-Swans, whether collaborating or on her own, Jarboe is a sonic counterpoint to the doomy squall that generally accompanies her. Her voice, with all its raw expressiveness, is seldom “pretty.” On J2, Jarboe teams up with the ambient metallurgy of guitarist Justin Broadrick (Jesu, Godflesh). The amorphous spaciousness of Broadrick’s style allows her to almost completely dispense with song-like structures and indulge her most glossolalian tendencies; “Tribal Limo,” for instance, verges on a doom-metal version of Okinawan choral music. The two alternate between hinting at melodies, and on “Romp” and “Magick Girl,” the listener is teased with shards of semi-accessible structure. But for the bulk of J2, Broadrick’s glacial tones and Jarboe’s near-wordless singing evoke a dark heaviness that’s as beautiful as it is scary.

 

First appeared March 2008 in Magnet.

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M83: Saturdays=Youth CD review (Magnet)

April 15, 2008 · Leave a Comment

What’s that? An audible, intelligible voice? Singing lyrics that rhyme, in metered cadences? Yes, indeed. In violation of nearly every tenet of shoegazing, Frenchman Anthony Gonzalez has found his voice and pushed it to the front of the silky sheen of sound that has defined M83 since its inception in 2001. On fourth album Saturdays=Youth, the warm synthesizers are still in play and Gonzalez’s propensity for beguiling bombast is undiminished, but by imposing structure and melodic discipline on these sprawling compositions, he’s made them even more elegant and effective. They are not, ironically enough, more accessible than Gonzalez’s previous, mostly instrumental songs. With the exception of “Skin Of The Night” (which sounds like Bel Canto doing a cover of new-wave hit “Send Me An Angel”) and the giddy, garage-pop “Graveyard Girl,” the 11 tracks here are still trafficking in beauty, not hooks. Whether Gonzalez grew weary of going in gauzy circles or simply wanted to apply his sonic template in new ways, Saturdays=Youth is unlikely to be mistaken for anything but the modern dream pop it is.

 

First appeared April 2008 in Magnet.

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