Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Tony Kinman Walked On Water La La La La La-La La-La-La



1. Meat Puppets • Whirlpool
2. Scritti Politti • Absolute
3. A.R. Kane • Grace
4. Chanté Moore • Wey U
5. Cocteau Twins • Tishbite
6. The Alan Parsons Project • Time
7. Debarge • Love Me in a Special Way
8. Evelyn “Champagne” King • Teenager
9. Greg Sage • Stay By Me
10. Sam Phillips • Soul Eclipse
11. Nilüfer Yanya • In Your Head

1. Joan Armatrading • Only One
2. Wild Carnation • Wings
3. Martha Wash / Black Box • Everybody Everybody
4. Tanya Donelly • Bum
5. Yoko Ono • Move On Fast
6. René & Angela • I Love You More
7. Josef K • It’s Kinda Funny
8. Luther Vandross • Don’t You Know That?
9. Air • Redhead Girl
10. Meshell Ndegeocello • Bright Shiny Morning
11. Sasami • Not The Time


A long-languishing mixtape, now collecting 18+ months of unreported listening. I had it nearly ready to go for spring, as an 80-minute disc, then realized I’d forgotten Wild Carnation and the whole thing got thrown into chaos. Should I continue wingless, or expand to two discs and include the uncompiled highlights of Older ’17, the leftovers of Crunch I, and the un-macromixed best of 2018 and (as of now) 2019, not to mention other discoveries, rediscoveries, omissions??!? You’ve already seen the answer,* above: scaled back down and split into halves. I burned these on a pair of CD-Rs for a July road trip but they have yet to grace a tape; while you wait for your order, stream here.


Notes:

1. Rob Sheffield calls it “utterly moronic” in his otherwise excellent Meat Puppets overview in the Spin Alternative Record Guide. At least he quotes the lyrics, and ascribes some intention to them. I’d go further and say that if the band’s music is a complete mythological system (it is), then “Whirlpool” is one of the songs that best explains where it came from: a belief, embedded in the notes, that every single thing is animate and soulful.
2. Green is my Timothée.



3. Another year, another newly heard A.R. Kane album to clarify my listening habits.
4. The purpose built next generation interstellar Waiting to Exhale track. (ILXors will know.)
6-7. See you at the roller rink.
8. Evelyn “Bubblegum” King. Sprinklers on a bright green lawn.

1. It took Nilüfer Yanya to help me hear that Joan Armatrading invented Britpop, though this song is not the key illustration of that.
2-3. The two joys.
3. Critical re-crediting.
7. It’s kinda funny that I only ever knew the (differently hypnotic) Confetti version; relative to the re-forgotten Josef K (post mid-00s reissues), that band never existed.
11. The four sounds strings make (distorted, shoegaze-y, strummed, synthesized) pair off in a mini-suite, just before the final chorus, that makes this the new highest-density locus of everything I love.


Other highlights, 2018/19 — Maxwell’s Embrya, Toni Braxton’s s/t, Royal Trux’s Cats and Dogs, For Against 90s reissues; new favorites by old favorites, discovered or repped during ILM polls: Björk (“Triumph of a Heart”), Tori Amos (“Cloud Riders,” “Concertina”), Belle & Sebastian (“The Rollercoaster Ride”), Beck (“Lazy Flies,” “Seventh Heaven”), The Go-Betweens (“Bye Bye Pride,” “Boundary Rider”) and, inevitably (?), Low (“Laser Beam,” “I Remember”); being the last to find out that “Slow Emotion Replay” is the The The song; the last to hear the immensity of “Star Guitar,” while gliding past a Kansas sunset; the last to be disassembled by “Children’s Story” and the art of storytelling; the wholly separate thrill of the ear-worm that ends it; similarly loop-able micro-hooks on Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde; new plateaus of affection, on encounter #837 (“It’s My Life,” “Love My Way,” “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”); the uncanny BPM of Whitney’s “Love Will Save The Day”; trying to reclaim Love & Rockets, struggling to conjure the “so” in “So Alive,” etc., but conceding the coolness of “No Big Deal” as still a minor deal. To me they’ll remain the band in my friend’s tale of a demonic b-side on a desert drive. The full story, someday.

Future highlights — Stephanie Mills, George Jones, Leonard Cohen’s “Closing Time.”


Sealed with a kiss,
G


*For a different answer, check the comments.

Saturday, January 12, 2019

It’s X: Outside In


Favorite albums, 2018


[1] Julia Holter, Aviary

Julia Holter was already the movies to me, and “feature-length Holter album” seems like an idea I dreamed and still haven’t woken up from. Every song here contains at least a few moments as huge as the ones that previously served as shorthand for the expansiveness of her vision (“Maxim’s I” 0:56, “Boy in the Moon” 4:28). In between there are long stretches of mindfulness, blankness, alarm. Like a lot of music tagged as experimental, it would be fairer to distinguish Aviary from pop’s abstractions by calling it, broadly, representational. Even the album’s most notably dissonant passage, four minutes of tuneless bagpipes in the middle of disc one, is clarified by its (again) Frank O’Hara-channeling title: “Every Day Is An Emergency.” I might normally lean toward a more distancing kind of music, but I love how assuredly Aviary moves between states of experience, from stale gray daylight to sudden, startling occupancy of the senses.

[2] Yves Tumor, Safe in the Hands of Love

Upon closer inspection maybe only “Licking An Orchid” really sounds like A.R. Kane, and maybe it’s fatalistic to imagine Safe inheriting the legacy of 69 and “i”: invisible catalysts for redrawn boundaries of pop music in the next decade. But as “Noid” and its tangle of fears and warnings give way to grieving a few songs later, on “Lifetime,” as “us” dissolves, it’s clear how vulnerable an inside the songs represent, and how much damage the term “outsider art” has done to artists. Anyway, a few windows to music’s center, then and now:





[3] Kacey Musgraves, Golden Hour

An album with an unusually fluid context, even by 2018 standards. Whatever yours may be, look up to find it: Is Golden Hour a beam from the great studio in the sky, like Air’s impossibly good-sounding Talkie Walkie? Is it as heaven-sent as George Michael’s weightless, fully lived “Fastlove”? For me, yes and yes, and that makes the details of Musgraves’ phrasing all the more precipitous. Lonely contentment gives way to “and if my sister lived in town I know that we’d be doing something fun,” and suddenly the distance is untenable and Lucinda’s “Crescent City” appears on the horizon and I’m homesick. The sound that follows is decades of weekends with sisters, in one mmm.

[4] Meshell Ndegeocello, Ventriloquism

Ndegeocello plays the R&B hits of her formative years, ’82-’90 (plus “Waterfalls”), but Ventriloquism avoids many trappings of the covers album (memoir, nostalgia, even the question of interpretation) in favor of a disappearing artist reappearing history. In terms of cultural mourning, the time for these songs is right now, and the elasticity and resonance of the performances suggest a band trying to capture and hold vibrations as they pass, transmuted, through yet another set of objects. In the liner notes Ndegeocello writes about the sanctuary of process, about how playing these songs offers reprieve from the present until it too has become the past. That trick of time works in the opposite direction, too, as Ventriloquism stretches out with a grace that lets the past become the present.

[5] Speedy Ortiz, Twerp Verse

Their best and least immediate album, for the same reason: it bears all the marks of poet-leader Sadie Dupuis sharpening her focus, line editing the music for inefficiencies. Atomize the guitars and you’ll find syllables, morphemes; there’s no room for pillowy language, though the pillowy synths of “You Hate The Title” somewhat cushion the landing. After 33 minutes spent relentlessly untangling a knot, it’s the first chance you’ll have to rest your fingers, catch your breath.

[6] Belly, Dove

After Tanya Donelly’s Swan Song Series triple-set in 2016, I predicted new experiments in sound, not scale, from a reunited Belly. I was wrong, which isn’t to say Dove doesn’t sound terrific, but it’s so comfortable in its predestined ’97 shininess (Lovesongs for Underdogs-bright, with 20% more country) that the band is liberated to more important work: intergenerational empathy, massive choruses. The first three songs pass the 5:20 mark with many, many rounds of the refrain, but consider these no lesser gateways to appreciation than whatever forbidding passages a more difficult album might put in your way. Give in. The last of this trio, “Human Child,” is as generous toward the wind-facing youth of the title as it is toward its probable (older) listener, and was ending Belly’s encores during their recent tour. It held the audience, grateful for a band that changed at its pace, as rapt as “Super-Connected” or “Low Red Moon.”

[7] Jennifer Castle, Angels of Death

Did I imagine a consumer warning on the back cover? “This record is meant to be played quiet.” Hear it as if from another room, another summer. The metronomic austerity of “Crying Shame” sets the pace and for a while I was tempted to call it Plastic Castle Band, but then I started to hear the songs as built up from silence, not stripped down from spiritual exhaustion. There’s a whisper that subsumes Castle’s voice, meaning that there are always two melodies happening simultaneously, the song and its afterimage.

[8] U.S. Girls, In A Poem Unlimited

The most poorly served band at Rock The Garden was also the 2018 band most capable of summoning urgency, so a 30-minute midday set was hardly a wash. “Time” went to battle with time: embrace the material richness of the given moment, then reject its constraints. I went forth into the day’s oppressive heat but many months later still haven’t figured out what this evidently political album is saying. And I love it for that reason, and for the typographical detail that suggests U.S. Girls are simply players in A Poem Unlimited, not agents of it. All that matters is that Emma Goldman would dance to these grooves, right?

[9] Kadhja Bonet, Childqueen

“Procession” is A Seat at the Table’s “Rise” reimagined as Spaghetti Western overture, and what follows is so subtly adventurous, the voice that binds it so hypnotic, that it’s easy to drift through these 37 minutes and scarcely notice their macro view of the 70s, from Hot Buttered Soul to Perfect Angel to The Pleasure Principle.

[10] Jorge Elbrecht, Here Lies

A scattered portfolio of Elbrecht’s production talents slowly reveals itself as a marvel of sequencing, a trip back in time through the first musical decade of the artist’s life, from the synth-pop of arpeggiated hallucinations (“Endless Fire”) to the post-punk of repurposed political imagery (“Guillotine,” and its “downfall!”) to the soft rock of starched-stiff wordplay (“Words Never Fail to Fail”). And then back again or somewhere else entirely, on “Mirror.” Better, Elbrecht employs only whatever studiocraft the songwriting supports, e.g. you don’t record a song as if you’re trying to keep the radio within range of its signal unless you’ve written a verifiable gem.


first runner-up: No Age, Snares Like A Haircut

+10
Black Panther: The Album
cupcakKe, Ephorize
Daphne & Celeste, Daphne & Celeste Save The World
Mary Gauthier, Rifles & Rosary Beads
Kristin Hersh, Possible Dust Clouds
Low, Double Negative
Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks, Sparkle Hard
Miss Information, Sequence
Janelle Monáe, Dirty Computer
Yo La Tengo, There’s A Riot Going On



The year in streaming

“You spent 0 hours with your favorite artist Björk, and the pleasure was all theirs,” according to Spotify. Their template probably doesn’t account for the lapsed user, though I do appreciate the (unintentional?) Medúlla reference. New music in 2018 came almost exclusively from Electric Fetus, the library, promo e-mail lists I’m miraculously still on (thanks, Slumberland! The Spook School’s “Still Alive” and Smokescreens “Someone New” were dueling opening tracks for the ages, and Papercuts’ Parallel Universe Blues lived up to its title, if “parallel universe” means “the dream persisted” and “blues” means “poignant ache”), YouTube and Bandcamp, the latter doing the most work to shake up my listening. Some favorites there I hope to return to: World On Sticks by Sam Phillips, Yes I Jan by Bas Jan, Skulls Example by Dear Nora, Trade Winds by Hello Blue Roses, Salt by Mr. Twin Sister, Quieter by Carla Bozulich, Cloud Corner by Marisa Anderson — also a great live act, opening for the first full-band Circuit Des Yeux show I’ve seen, on a night that looms in my memory as tales and mythic noise. (Yes, I saw Kim Deal in 2018, too.)