Wednesday, January 5, 2011

9 Good Ones from 10

Being an obsessive collector of older music that I’ve missed, as well as congenitally risk-averse (I’m somewhere between early majority and late majority in the Everett Rogers Diffusion of innovations theory), I very rarely buy or listen to much music the year that it comes out, much less have any idea whether it has been a “good” or a “bad” year for music.

So I’ll just say that it has been a very good year for me for music. For a variety of reasons, I’ve bought a number of 2010 albums and listened to even more and have been very impressed with what I’ve found. My favorites (roughly in order) so far (still waiting on Kanye, The Roots, and a couple others):

Corin Tucker - 1,000 Years - I was all set to write an Underrated Albums column on this record, and then Robert Christgau goes and gives it an A. I admit that it really clicked in for me when I saw her in concert, but nevertheless, this album was really underrated. After all, Corin was the driving creative force of the greatest rock band around from 1995-2005. This one shows a slightly more subdued side to her, but her gifts for melody, hook, texture, and dynamics clearly haven't deserted her.

Elizabeth Cook - Welder - "El Camino" is the best song I’ve heard all year. Plus there’s 13 more great ones. I can’t possibly describe Cook’s voice - just listen to her.

MIA - MAYA - Another underrated one. Clearly, this isn't Kala, but is anything? It's got at least as many straight classics as the other two records (I count "xxxo," "Teqkilla," "Lovealot," "It Takes a Muscle," "Born Free," and "Med and Feds") plus a skit funnier than all the skits on the other records combined ("The Message").

Arcade Fire - The Suburbs - Put your money down now on this winning 2010’s Pazz and Jop poll. I didn’t much care for Funeral, loved Neon Bible but couldn’t remember more than a track or two when I came back to it this year. This one is much better: hooky, profound, great lyrics, varied song forms that nevertheless cohere into a good old fashioned concept album.

Care Bears on Fire - Girls Like it Loud - Title just about sums it up. Listen to it for free online here.

Vampire Weekend - Contra - Along with Spoon, the first record I bought this year (for Rena’s birthday). Great all around.

Spoon - Transference - I'm not sure, but I think it might be the best thing they've done so far. All the great weirdo sound effects from Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga and Gimme Fiction, combined with the stellar melodies from Kill the Moonlight and Girls Can Tell, all in one great package.

Big Boi - Sir Lucious Leftfoot - There’s no denying that Big Boi has a bit of a “woman problem,” and he only adds to it when he tries to get “gansta,” but we learned with Speakerboxx/The Love Below, that he’s the more talented half of the most talented hip hop group around, and this album does nothing to disprove that.

Jenny and Johnny - I’m Having Fun Now - Better than Acid Tongue, can’t touch Rilo Kiley’s last two, about on par with Rabbit Fur Coat. In other words, more great music from one of my favorite women (plus her boyfriend).

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Underrated Album: Eight Arms to Hold You by Veruca Salt

Remember Veruca Salt? Sure you do--funny name from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, had a big hit in 1994 with "Seether"? Well, it turns out that they were actually kind of great.

First of all, let's talk about allusions. These gals had great taste: their band was named after a Roald Dahl character; their first album, American Thighs, was named after a line from AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long"; and their second album contains two explicit Beatles references. The title, Eight Arms to Hold You was the working title of Help!, and "Volcano Girls" contains this hilarious verse:

I told you bout the Seether before
You know the one who's neither or nor
Well here's another clue if you please
The Seether's Louise

If you don't get the joke, listen to the Beatles' "Glass Onion." (If you still don't get the joke, go back and listen to "Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds," "Lady Madonna," "Strawberry Fields Forever," "Fixing a Hole," "The Fool on the Hill," and "I Am the Walrus").

And it's Eight Arms to Hold You that I want to talk about today as an underrated album. Rolling Stone gave it a meager 1.5 star review, and Allmusic claimed that those Beatles references belie the fact that it's just another overpowered guitar album: the album couldn't sound further from the British Invasion . . . if it had been recorded by the Prodigy"; "too often, the songs are buried by heavy guitars. Veruca Salt sound awkward when they try to rock out." And because Veruca Salt's lead singers are women, Allmusic and others compared them to the Breeders, L7, and other female rockers of the mid-90s, reminding one of PJ Harvey's comment that "I'm like anyone as long as they're female. If they've got dark hair it's even better"-(allusion alert!: "Shutterbug" was purportedly written about Harvey).

But all these 90s female touchstones are ultimately misleading, as is Allmusic's criticism that "every song on the record is powered by fully rounded heavy guitars and big, big drums -- a sound that went out of style in 1990." The real key to cracking Eight Arms to Hold You is all those allusions. It simply isn't true that "every song" on the album is anything, and definitely not anything specific. What Veruca Salt has done is taken all their favorite touchstones and mashed them together into a multi-period, multi-sound, melodic mess. So you've got a New Wave guitar line opening a song about David Bowie, hair-metal riffs powering essentially pop songs like "Straight," and Soundgarden-like grunge on the song about PJ Harvey. Yes, this is a messy, but it is also exhilerating: something like a mash-up a decade before its time. And in Veruca Salt's words:

Forget humility
what's coming over me
is awesome
God forgive me i know
it's so awesome

It's true that at 50 minutes, that album is at least 10 minutes long, and the last 2-3 songs don't do much to help it's cause. But until then, every song is powered by hooks catchy enough to make all those Beatles allusions meaningful. Check out circular guitar riff on "Don't Make Me Prove It," the pre-chorus on "Awesome," the back-up vocals on "The Morning Sad," and the downward leaning guitar line on "Sound of the Bell." This is an album that believes in the purity of a great hook, and pop music in all of its forms.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Off Topic: Fact-based Movies

Last week I was reading a couple of articles on slate.com (here and here) about the various factual inaccuracies of the new movie about Mark Zuckerberg, the founder of Facebook. I haven't seen the movie, and the articles are actually quite interesting, but they got me thinking about the whole concept of biopics and other movies "based on a true story." It seems like every time one comes out, we see a whole slew of articles about this or that inaccuracy, in a way that never comes up for (for example) novels based on true events.

I think there are a number of interlocking reasons for this obsession with accuracy in films, and I'm going to see if I can try to tease them out.

1) The Categorization of Movies

Movies can be (very broadly) broken down into fictional movies and non-fictional (sometimes called documentaries), roughly analogous to fiction and nonfiction books. Just as there are biographies, science textbooks, histories, and other non-fiction books which ultimately aim at something akin to "truth," there are nonfictional films which attempt to convey the facts or truth about some event - films like Lanzmann's Shoah (about the Holocaust) or Wadleigh's Woodstock to pick a couple of random examples.

On the other hand are fictional films. Nearly every movie that comes out of Hollywood is a fictional movie. Some of these fictional movies are based on events that happened in real life, but they nevertheless continue to be fictional movies. It seems obvious to me (though perhaps less so to others) that these movies can be seen as directly analogous to artwork based on factual events in a variety of artistic fields: painting (say, "Guernica"); music ("1812 Overture"); plays ("The Crucible," Shakespeare's histories and Roman plays), and books (DeLillo's Libra, Oates's Blonde).

If you pick up a copy of a scholarly edition of one of Shakespeare's history plays (say the Arden or the New Cambridge) you will find a section devoted to explaining the actual history of England and its kings and all the ways Shakespeare conflated events and rewrote history. But even when movie versions are made of Richard III or Henry V, no one seems much bothered by the historical accuracy. I think one of the reasons that fictional films are held to different standards is a confusion of categorization on the part of both filmmakers and filmgoers.

As far as I can tell, your average Hollywood producer and your average Hollywood filmgoer are unlikely to have seen or cared about more than one or two documentaries in their whole life, and so they see fictional movies not as a category within film, but as the whole substance of the art of film. For these viewers and creators, fictional films based on fact fill in the gap left by their ignorance of nonfictional films, and they turn to these films to provide them with "truth." This is entirely understandable, but it is also an enormous category error. As with novels based on fact, there are huge variations within fact-based films as to how much fact is used: from James Whale's The Great Garrick, dramatizing an entirely fictional event in the life of a real person (actor David Garrick) to David Fincher's Zodiac, which at least attempts to stay close to Robert Graysmith's account of his Zodiac investigation.

But as interesting as these varietions are, just as one does not look to DeLillo's Libra for an accurate account of Lee Harvey Oswald's life or the JFK assassination, one should not look to The Social Network for an accurate account of Mark Zuckerberg's life. They are fictional narratives which use some level of fact as underpinning, but are not ultimately about uncovering truth about their subjects.

2) Adaptation

The second problem that enters this equation is that of adaptation. In many cases, the source material for a fictional film is not merely facts available to the public but a readily identifiable text, such as a nonfictional book. Biographies, for instance, are often adapted into movies. The trouble here is related to the issues above, but centers around a fundamental misunderstanding of the process of adaptation. James Naremore wrote a fantastic book about Film Adaptation, and I won't by any means attempt to recapitulate even his main points, but one of his points is that the process of adaptation is not about reproducing a text in a different medium, but about "translating" it and using the base text to create a new work of art. (As a side note, this is an enormous issue for novels made into films: the point of making a film is not to accurately reproduce every event and tonal characteristic of the novel - otherwise the audience could simply read the book. A film is it's own art, and should be judged accordingly).

For another analogy, we'll turn back to Shakespeare. Almost all of Shakespeare's English History plays, as well as some of the Tragedies, were "adapted" (in some cases with large blocks of text wholesale plagiarized) from Rafael Holinshed's Chronicles of England, Scotland, and Wales. Shakespeare was not attempting to accurately reproduce Holinshed for the edification of his audience; he was attempting to make a narratively interesting play and turned to a historical account of a series of very interesting lives. In other words, Shakespeare was taking a nonfictional text and adapting it into the fictional realm of drama. In the same way, fictional films based on nonfiction texts cannot be seen as "nonfictional," unless the film is explicitly created as documentary (for an example, think of Enron: the Smartest Guys in the Room).

In sum, because the average filmgoer thinks the purpose of an adaptation is to faithfully recreate its base-text, she may be led to believe that a film based on a nonfictional text is automatically a nonfictional film, an idea which is patently false.

3. The Illusion of Reality

None of what I've said above is intended to disparage ordinary filmgoers. Most of them would have no trouble distinguishing between a novel and a nonfiction book, or between a Shakespeare play and a text on English history. The problem is that Hollywood wants to have it both ways. Marketing departments want to be able to use that phrase "based on a true story," because it gives films a certain cache; but at the same time, writers and directors want the "poetic license" to create a sound narrative arc. Add on top of this the fact, stated above, that Hollywood is not particularly interested in producing or promoting actual nonfiction films, and you have an area ripe for misunderstanding.

But possibly more important than any of these is the basic fact of movies: that they have always seemed to be a view of reality. We see real(ish) people with real(ish) faces and we are drawn into the illusion much more powerfully than in the case of a novel. Just look at the level to which celebrities have become identified with their on-screen personae and it is clear that we want to believe that what we see on the screen is real, and when someone on slate.com writes an article shattering the illusion, we get mad - either at the writer or at the movie, for having deceived us.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Greatest Filler Albums

1) An idea: a series of Mix CDs/iPod playlists comprised of the best album tracks of a specific artist. So many artists get their hit singles repackaged over and over again, which is doubly annoying because a) many of us already have the hits on another greatest hits package and b) those are the songs that get played on the radio anyway. So why not some CDs of the best songs that never were singles?

2) The rules:

a) The mix should be standard CD length. So, 12-24 songs, or 30-70 minutes.

b) The songs should never have been released (in the US) as a single, A or B side. This one gets a bit tricky with some older artists--eg Otis Redding, whose record company released practically everything he ever recorded as a single. So, if you want, we can limit it to singles that were released while the artist was active.

c) The mix should sound like a real greatest hits album. This means, it should be sequenced with some care, and shouldn't be completely filled with 20-minute live cuts and outtakes (a couple of those are OK).

3) Two examples:

The Clash

1) Police on My Back
2) I'm So Bored With the USA
3) Charlie Don't Surf
4) Julie's Been Working For the Drug Squad
5) London's Burning
6) Somebody Got Murdered
7) Career Opportunities
8) Police and Thieves
9) Safe European Home
10) Lost in the Supermarket
11) Koka Kola

12) Death or Glory
13) Something About England
14) Stay Free
15) Janie Jones
16) Wrong Em Boyo
17) I'm Not Down
18) Rudie Can't Fail
19) Overpowered by Funk
20)Up in Heaven
21) We Are the Clash

REM

1) Circus Envy
2) Welcome to the Occupation
3) Pretty Persuasion
4) Moral Kiosk
5) Ignoreland
6) Laughing
7) Me in Honey
8) Harborcoat
9) Oddfellows Local 151
10) Be Mine

11) Exhuming McCarthy
12) Monty Got a Raw Deal
13) Leave
14) Texarkana
15) Star Me Kitten
16) Let Me In
17)You
18) Strange Currencies
19) Catapult
20) So Fast So Numb

4) Other possibilities: Neil Young, Prince, James Brown, Bob Dylan, PJ Harvey, Randy Newman, Rolling Stones. Who else you got?

Friday, September 3, 2010

Solo Artists

Don't know why, but I started thinking about how frighteningly often bands split up to pursue "solo careers," and I wondered, how often do solo careers actually improve on the original band (artistically - obviously they do all the time in terms of popularity). Here's what I got:

Joan Jett
Justin Timberlake
Paul Simon
Michael Jackson
Van Morrison

And that's all I could come up with. I'm sure you can come up with others (feel free to comment) - but think about it: I could list hundreds of solo artists but only 5 or so that are actually better than their band. Sad.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Underrated Album: Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star by Sonic Youth


Has Sonic Youth made a bad album since their triumph with EVOL in 1986? Not counting their experimental SYR records, they've made 12 studio albums since then. I make half of them (Sister, Daydream Nation, Dirty, Washing Machine, A Thousand Leaves, and Rather Ripped) outright classics, with another four (Goo, Murray Street, Sonic Nurse, and The Eternal) an output that puts other bands of the period to shame all by itself. That leaves NYC Ghosts and Flowers, which I haven't heard, and does get some negative buzz (if I get my hands on it, I'll post my findings here), and today's entry in my underrated album series. Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star wasn't exactly hated, but reviewers seem to have been utterly confused as to how to approach the album, which led to a lot of mixed reviews.

Allmusic, in a relatively negative (3/5) review, claims that "this record must be considered the closest the group has ever gone to straight-ahead pop/rock." On the other hand, Robert Christgau in a hugely positive (A) review states that "Instead of distilling their weakness for experimental trash into noise-rock that sounds like a million bucks, they apply their skill at major-label compromise to their eternal propensity for experimental trash" - a typically christgauian dense sentence which is arguing (if I'm reading it correctly) something like the opposite of allmusic's claim to "straight-ahead pop-rock" - that it is their major label ode to their experimental roots. Blender's review is negative (3/5), but nevertheless sides with Christgau's take on the experimentality of the record, calling it "a weirdly subdued, even-more-dissonant-than-usual record."

On a different tack, the Rolling Stone reviewer, in a positive (4/5) review claimed that "I wish this disc didn't sound like a cup of mud." Allmusic doesn't know whether to agree or disagree with RS on that one, once referring to "Butch Vig's clean production" but later to the "murky production."

We can perhaps forgive the confusion of reviewers at the time, but Blender and Allmusic both had access to the same information we do: namely "A Thousand Leaves," "Murray Street," and "Rather Ripped." Of course, Blender didn't think too much of those three records either, so at least they are consistent. For the rest of us, who relish the Sonic Youth of the turn of the millenium, Experimental Jet Set sounds like nothing so much as a prescient distillation of many of the ideas they later fleshed out in those three records (as well as others).

I think the confusion from Allmusic and Rolling Stone about the relative dirtiness of the production comes from the fact that it sounds so different from the previous two albums, Dirty and Goo, and from the fact that there is a clear (to me) dissonance between the actual fidelity of production (clean) and the relative distortion of the sounds being captured on tape (murky). Personally, I can't really see the claim of muddy or murky production - it sounds crystal-clear to me, but again, I can place it in a line with A Thousand Leaves and Murray Street, which boast similarly clean production values, while maintaining Thurston's and Lee's oddball guitar sounds.

Aside from the above point, I don't (for once) have a grand unifying scheme to demonstrate the superiority of this album. Instead it's as simple as this: there's not a bad track on the album, and many are prime SY. The highlights for me are "Self-Obsessed and Sexxee," "In the Mind of the Bourgeois Reader" (great title), "Skink," and "Bone." Ask me tomorrow, I might have a new favorite. Are these all immediately catchy "pop/rock" songs? No, of course not - it's Sonic Youth. As with all the best SY, they're an interesting combination of intricate yet hooky tunes, dissonant guitar sounds, and nontraditional structures. Just how we like it.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Underrated Album: In Through the Out Door by Led Zeppelin

In the prime of my Zephead days (high school, natch), I acquired all of their albums through Physical Graffiti, having gleaned from various sources, now obscured in the mists of the past, that the latter albums weren't worth owning. So, the only real exposure I had to this week's underrated album, In Through the Out Door, were the tunes that inevitably crop up on classic rock stations, "Fool in the Rain" and "All My Love." I'd hear them and say "I love this song - why don't I own it?" but whenever I was in a record store, I'd skip right by the Zep CDs, thinking "I own all the Zep I need."

Enter my wife, making a mix CD for her cousin, comprising old favorites they listened to as teenagers, including "All My Love." In an attempt to download the song from emusic, I found that I had to download the whole album, and thought, "what the hell." Turns out it's pretty amazing - when the dust settles, I can see it falling pretty comforably into third place behind IV and Houses of the Holy - definitely above II, Physical Graffiti, I, Presence, and Coda.

Alright, enough with my own underrating of the album - what did the critics make of it, and why did I never listen to it in the first place? It seems that while it was never hated, it was pretty universally seen as a middling record from the very beginning. I found the original Rolling Stone review, which stated:

"Side two consists of three of the least effective songs the band has ever recorded. 'Carouselambra,' the opener, is built on an extremely lame keyboard riff and clocks in at an absurd 10:28. Repetition to weave a hypnotic effect has always been part of the Zeppelin sound, but what they are repeating here is not worth the effort. 'All My Love' and 'I'm Gonna Crawl,' both slow and incorporating synthesized violins, let the record peter out instead of climax. Side one qualifies as occasionally interesting — particularly the heavy-metal square dance, 'Hot Dog,' and Bonham driving a locomotive through the mariachi (I think) beat in the middle of 'Fool in the Rain'—but the only cut I'll return to with any enthusiasm is 'In the Evening.'"

That's the same Rolling Stone that 2 years earlier had said of Presence: "Led Zeppelin's seventh album confirms this quartet's status as heavy-metal champions of the known universe." In the more scholarly quarters of the Pazz and Jop Poll, Zeppelin was never a huge critical favorite, but IV made number 30 and Physical Graffiti made number 25 in the days of P&J's top 30 album poll (there was no poll in 1973, the year of Houses of the Holy), while In Through the Out Door didn't even place in the expanded-to-40 poll of 1979.

Flash forward to the present: Rolling Stone issued updated grades for Zep's albums in 2010, giving In Through the Out Door 3/5 stars; Allmusic rates it 3.5/5, in a mildly positive, but by no means rave review; Q magazine gave it 3/5 back in 2000.

All in all, a pretty poor showing for an album by a band conosidered by many to be one of the all time greats. Is this a case of critics needing to find a weak link in an otherwise stellar catalog? I don't think so.

In some of my other posts, I've argued that bands get derided for straying too far from their perceived roots or strengths (cf Their Satanic Majesties, Liz Phair, Two Virgins). While it would be possible to make that claim with this album, I think there's something a bit more subtle going on: I think it may be a more general confusion about what Zeppelin stood for as a band.

Since its earliest days, Zeppelin was held up as the kings of the newly formed "heavy metal" genre, with fans quick to point out the overwhelming power of songs like "Dazed and Confused," "Whole Lotta Love," and "Black Dog." But what sometimes gets forgotten is Zep's devotion to traditional British folk music, American country, and straight ahead pop. Going back to those two songs that get played on classic rock stations, you can draw a pretty direct line from "Fool in the Rain" and "All My Love" back through "Houses of the Holy," "Dancing Days," "Rock and Roll," "Out on the Tiles," "Living Loving Maid," and "Good Times Bad Times." In terms of the electrified country of "Hot Dog," the antecedents are legion: "Bron-Y-Aur Stomp" and "Black Country Woman" to name just the most obvious.

I hear the Zep purists out there arguing that the songs I mentioned may well represent a certain side of Zeppelin, but In Through the Out Door abandons the old heavy side we loved so well. So rather than dwelling on how In Through the Out Door recapitulates old Zeppelin tropes, I want to look at how it advances their genius. What I think is going on with In Through the Out Door is that Zeppelin in finally synthesizing their disparate influences into a unified approach. Where on past albums, the country, folk, pop, and metal tunes were (relatively) separate entities, here, each song contains elements of all their ideas. As an example, throughout the record, Page spins out hooks and solos that are at once catchy, hard hitting, tricky, and electrifying: the countrified solo on "Hot Dog" in particular is a marvel.

So too with Bonham, who demonstrates that the album represents the culmination of Zeppelin's discovery (seemingly between IV and Houses of the Holy) that Black music did not end with Muddy Waters. Put another way, In Through the Out Door has the funk, and not just a "Trampled Under Foot" here, a "D'yer Maker" there: it's a full out rhythmic masterpiece from a band not necessarily known for same. Just check out the drum breakdown on "Fool in the Rain" and compare it to "Moby Dick": it's the difference between an undeniably talented drummer showing off his might, and a genius who no longer needs to.

Obviously, Zeppelin did not intend for this album to be their last (barring the outtakes-only Coda), but in some ways, they couldn't have picked a better way to go out.