Give us your dreamers, your harlots, and your sins

Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas

We sell crutches in Las Vegas. In all shapes in sizes. We have one for every type of person, ready for emergency use. Even if you’re healthy and able, we’d like to provide you one in advance…in case you stumble and fall.

What ever it is that will make you feel better, it’s here. It’s temporary and fleeting, but for a short time you will feel whole again. Renewed and alive. In the end it will cripple you completely.

Sex? Food? Drugs? Got a gamblers spirit? Need a companion, or two? Looking for a savior? It’s all here.

I have lived here since I was 3 years old. It’s home. Living here will build some callouses in your armpit. I’ve grabbed a free crutch or two. I’ve window shopped for crutches, needing to understand the drive of this person or that. I’ve bought crutches in time of need, and stolen them in times of great happiness. Still, I am stronger for all of this. My two feet ARE in fact capable of holding myself up.

Yet.

Sometimes…sometimes you just wanna give your feet a rest.

It’s a city that will eat you alive. You’ll never enjoy that more than here.



Sunsets and neon lights
Call girls and neon lights
Black jack and lady luck
Cocaine and lady luck
You call upon her on holy knees tonight

I am always to excited to see a local band make it big. The Killers are a certified success, with 15 million records sold worldwide, but in my heart…I just wasn’t sure what to think. The songs I loved by The Killers were scattered across their 4 studio albums, but was I ready to stand by this band of ours? We’ve had bands break out and up from this neon jungle before. Panic At The Disco! was the other BIG band that blasted out of the Vegas Valley. Sure, I loved much of “A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out”, but still something was missing. Where is the song that sums up what it’s like to live here in my City of Sin?

Ends up, it wasn’t a band, but Killers frontman Brandon Flowers gone solo that finally provides the link and connection for me. This connection came via his brilliant solo album called Flamingo, set to be released September 14th, 2010.

The opening sounds of tree crickets at night, that start the song and album off, to the the final words of “the house always wins” are bookends to the most perfect song about Las Vegas I have ever heard. Brandon Flowers would know. He is from Vegas, as you might know. Brandon was born in Henderson, NV (very close to Las Vegas) and lived here until he was 8, when his family moved to Utah. After his junior year of high school, he returned to Las Vegas to live with his aunt. The rest is history, so to speak. He went on to form the Vegas-based band The Killers and live out a dream of being a musician and songwriter.

The song title, “Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas,” is a greeting known to locals and tourists alike. The words emblazon the sign you see at the top of this post. The sign that greets you as you enter the Las Vegas Blvd., THE Strip, from the South end of town.  It doesn’t stop there, as I mentioned earlier. Those tree crickets at the beginning of the song? I can step outside on to my patio, right now,  and hear those same sounds. They are the sounds of my home for the last 30 years. The pull already of this song has me in a tight orbit.  Then the lyrics. The lyrics are so perfectly written. I can see visions of my own life, in this town, flash in front of my minds eye. The feelings and smells. The neon framing my misadventures and misfortune as well as the joy and love.


Download Brandon Flowers – Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas

Cameras on the ceiling tile
no place for you to hide
One-Oh-Seven and you’re looking for shade
That no palm tree can provide
But there’s a little girl you remember back in Tennessee
You have this recurring dream
Where you see her playing hide and seek
With a woman who used to know you very well

It’s not the the kind of song the Las Vegas Tourist Bureau would ever want to use for a commercial, but it is the song that most accurately paints the picture of this town. From the eyes of someone who has stayed a little too long.

Las Vegas makes you wonder sometimes. Where does your strength come from. Is it me standing, or is there a crutch under my arms. You wonder if the hot blonde you love is just a crutch. We all need a ninja-killing lover to save us from ourselves, don’t we? Don’t we?

sweet street sweepers seldom sweep swept streets

Tom Morello and Boots Riley (Street Sweeper Social Club)

Ok, kilter, you can do it. You can write this review without referring to Tom Morello’s previous, well-known project combining rap and rock. Just pretend that “anger toward the device” band never existed. Take a deep breath, and let’s go.

You know Tom Morello. He moonlights as The Nightwatchman and was the guitar player in Audioslave, as well as, um, other projects. He writes catchy, riffy guitar lines and uses the guitar as a musical weapon as much as an instrument. You may also know Boots Riley, sociopolitical activist and co-founder of The Coup, one of the best underground acts of the 2000s. What do you get when the two join forces? They’re called Street Sweeper Social Club (hereafter referred to as SSSC), and they recently released The Ghetto Blaster EP.
The album is explosive and energetic, layering politically-charged rap over chunky rock riffs. It’s like nothing you’ve ever heard…uh…before…
Screw it.

SSSC is similar to Rage Against The Machine in theory and concept. It has moments that almost sound too familiar to the Rage fan in me (I mean that in the best possible way, of course). That’s where the comparisons stop, though. Riley has a decidedly different flow than Zack de la Rocha, and he knows how to mix politics with a party. SSSC also has more moments that truly resemble, what do the kids call it, hippity-hop? That’s not to say the driving guitar and bass lines aren’t there, but there seems to be a little more texture here than what we’ve heard before. Add in some well-chosen covers (LL Cool J’s Mama Said Knock You Out and M.I.A.’s Paper Planes) and you’ve got a pretty interesting EP. You can listen to the covers on your own; check out the opening track, “Ghetto Blaster,” for an idea what SSSC’s sound is like.


Download Street Sweeper Social Club – Ghetto Blaster

Oh, ok, here’s a cover for you. Don’t say I never did anything nice.


Download Street Sweeper Social Club – Mama Said Knock You Out

The (International) Noise Conspiracy (c) Elin Berge 2008

A little research shows that this band intends to be more about the experience of a live show, bringing people together to dance their Communist socks off. I’ll be watching for a chance to see them. Expect a review when that goes down.
Speaking of hip Communist bands, I’m going to sneak in some (International) Noise Conspiracy here. Just because I love them.


Download The (International) Noise Conspiracy – Smash It Up


Don’t Fee Fo De Way You Arrr, De Way You Be

This is me.  Wwww-HUH?

You know that feeling you get when you are watching a non-English speaking person completely emulate the voice and mannerisms of a famous American? You don’t know what to do with your response. If you closed your eyes, you wouldn’t know the difference. But you already know that when speaking, this person has a thick, thick accent. That means you pick up subtle hints of Engrish between some of his words.

Now you know what I am experiencing at this very moment as I listen to the Portuguese band, Uni_Form. I am utterly confused. You see, Mookie and I have been discussing buying tickets to an upcoming Interpol show. Since there is music playing 24/7 at Mookie’s house, even when we sleep, I assumed what I had been hearing was the new Interpol album. If they have a new album. I just assumed. Sometimes I just go with it. I rarely go check his computer to see what we’re listening to.

But today, I decided to sit myself down at Mook’s workstation and try to eat the scraps of some leftover Thai food while I check out what he has that’s new, and write my post for this week. Based on a quick click of a random track, I thought this Mirrors album sounded like a winner.
It took me until Track 2 to drop my mouth and say… What??!! I swear, I checked from screen to screen to verify this band I was researching was the same as the band playing in iTunes and NOT Interpol. Wow. THAT’S what I thought was Interpol? They are from PORTUGAL! They are singing in English! They sound EXACTLY like Interpol!

I had to take another moment.
I don’t like bands that sound exactly like other bands.
I do like discovering new, international bands.
I don’t know what to do.

But Interpol… I couldn’t even name you a band member. I like Interpol because they have that dark, dramatic sound that you can play while doing… well, anything dark and dramatic. So… Does it matter who is playing it? Am I offending Interpol? Shit. Look, what do I know?
I found some of their videos and I am telling you, if you watch them perform you will totally hear and see that accent.

I’m left once again having no idea what to do with myself. I hope Mookie gets home soon.
In the meantime I can’t believe we thought this was Interpol. Now do with it what you will.


Download Uni_Form – Shadows

Lenny, you are seriously missed. Especially now.

As a warning, this post is going to contain language that many readers will find obscene.

That being said, it seems my rant last week on those that harbor ill will towards words – be they on the right or left – touched a nerve with some. Others felt strongly on the opposite end, also. It’s a funny thing, language. It brings out the best and worst in people, but only if they allow it to hold control over them. It’s why I’ve always felt strongly about the notion of free speech. The idea of “free speech” is a novelty. It’s a warm fuzzy directed towards the masses to make them feel as though they actually have the right to say what they like. Funny, though, that many seem to find out there are consequences to what they say. Many times, it is the racists out there that sling words around that are in the context of an insult, then scream that their first amendment rights are being infringed upon. That’s if those morons can spell a word like infringement.

You see, I am a grown man. I have the ability to think clearly and understand what others mean when they use the words they have chosen. When I wrote the term “paddywagon”, it is used in the context of pointing out the moral ignorance of another. And this is why I am posting what I am posting this week. What you guys are going to hear just simply takes such a complex subject, and boils it down to about a minute and a half of sheer brilliance. So here is Lenny Bruce’s bit, “Are There Any Niggers Here Tonight?”


Download Lenny Bruce – Are There Any Niggers Here Tonight?

Now, you’ll notice I didn’t use that lame euphemism we all know as “the N-word”. Why? Because it’s leading us down just an awful road. Let’s say that you (the reader) and your mate have a young child. Every so often, you speak of giving the child candy. Eventually, the child will associate the word with what you will give him – candy. You figure out that the child is wise to this, so you change up the approach. You spell out the word. Unfortunately, the child will soon also figure this out. It’s no different than the lazy avoidance of a word that draws strong feelings. To paraphrase the comedian and ’60’s civil rights activist Dick Gregory? What’s to stop the Jewish community from telling all people that instead of, say, “concentration camp”, any and all non-Jews must say “the C-word”? We’re already seeing this, as the popular movement is to use the simplified “R-word” instead of “retard”.

Now, let’s look at the following sentence:

Mary’s growth was retarded by her mother’s smoking habit while she was in the womb.

Is that offensive to you all? No? Do you know why? Because you understand the context in which it is used. When I tell stories of my time down south, I certainly will curb my language at points. It’s self-censoring, which we all do. However, I will openly talk about how I would hear just openly blatant racism and how openly so many would toss the word “nigger” around with such vitriol. It’s disgusting. So let’s use two sentences now to understand, again, the power of the word. Let’s say I overhear someone say the following, and I am telling you about it later:

“That is one lazy nigger.”

Inappropriate, correct? I agree! Say now that we ban the word and use the fluffed up politically correct euphemism, instead.

“That is one lazy n-word.”

If you work to ban the first, what is eventually going to happen will happen in two parts. First? The original word will eventually be wiped from the books, thus robbing us from letting people understand the hate that went on. An unfortunate part of our culture. One we should teach others to not embrace, but work to finish off through tolerance. Second? Once that word is all but gone? You will simply see the power shift towards the euphemism that we created to make nice, and it will elicit the same nastiness. You people that simply want to run from the problem? Are the problem. I say these things to elicit the emotion of anger. Not of the word, but of the blatant stupidity of how the words are used with such hate and stupidity. Instead, most now can’t tell the difference.

Another great bit from Bruce is called “Tits and Ass”. It sort of follows the same lazy, half-assed approach. Take a listen.


Download Lenny Bruce – Tits and Ass

Now, how is this any different than our half-assed “solution” to curing the ills of racism? I will tell you. It’s NOT. If you simply change the language? Well, it sounds quite nice, but guess what? You’ve now offended a different crowd, altogether. It doesn’t matter if it’s a “profanity” or a “slur”. As an aside, the word “paddywagon” has two different backgrounds. One being that the cops in England were always tossing the Irish in the back of their buggies, hence the term. It certainly isn’t something to be proud of. However, with so many Irish immigrants in the Boston and New York areas in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, you saw many get work as officers. Many drove the same wagons. It was a term to describe those wagons, which many times were driven by? The Irish. It offends me that those that feign offense are many times too lazy to do an adequate amount of research, and instead find a pet cause to believe in.

So what do I find offensive? Look no further than our capitol. Representative Kevin Brady, from the wonderful state of Texas, when justifying his vote against a bill that would have appropriated extended healthcare benefits to the 9/11 first responders, said the following:

“They went there to save survivors, not to raise taxes.”

Here’s the video:

Now, which one do you find more offensive? The description of a story about the lunacy of politically correctness gone out of control? Or a man on our dime refusing to help people that gave of themselves selflessly on 9/11 because of his need to protect off shore interests? I think the smart choice is the latter. I was absolutely fuming when I heard that remark. As should most anyone with any semblance of a soul. And to bring yet another Lenny Bruce moment up, check his idea of what words he found offensive. Now remember, this is the late 1950’s. The political climate in terms of civil rights was much different and much more heated. Sheer brilliance.

That being said, I offer zero apologies for the language I use unless I directly used it to target a person. In this case? I didn’t. I simply refuse to bow to the powers that think they be and dumb down our language the way Orwell warned us we would, all because a handful of people are just too stupid to think for themselves and think of the bigger picture.

And here’s one last piece of stand-up. It’s off of David Cross’ latest album Bigger and Blackerer, and I have to include that I attended this show, and knew something this awful was coming, but I laughed my ass off. This is so horribly wrong, but so very funny how he satirizes the whole debate on race.

Mookie Meets His Nemesis

The Little One and I have begun frequenting a particular bar once a week to enjoy happy hour drinks and food specials. We have become fast friends with the bartender there, he pours heavy and provides some great conversations.

One of the down sides of this particular bar is that there is no jukebox. Like most bars, they are moving away from the jukebox to Satellite Radio. Mostly because allowing your drunk customers to have control over what the bar is forced to listen to is problematic. Imagine the drunk guy or girl who just broke up with their significant other? The entire bar will want to slit their collective wrists from having to listen to $5 worth of sad breakup songs. I have been known to throw $5 in and play all my favorite post-hardcore bands. Usually after only the second song the “regulars” tend to grumble. After 4 songs they usually turn the volume down!

Even with satellite radio, patrons will grumble. When the bartender overheard me complaining about Chris Cornell though, it nearly started a war!

If you have been reading my posts on this blog, you know I can’t stand ANY incarnation of a band that includes Chris Cornell. I’ve tried. I was even hopeful about that abortion of an album, “Scream”, Chris did with Timbaland. The single was good…but the rest of the album was just a disjointed mess. I try to avoid sharing my opinions on Cornell in public. The fans of Soundgarden or Audioslave are many, and I am but one. Unfortunately, the alcohol had loosened my lips, and I blurted out to the bartender “Chris Cornell is a talentless twat!”

The bartender erupts in disbelief. “Soundgarden! Audioslave!” he exclaims. “All garbage,” I respond. He walks around the bar to tell his patrons of what has just been uttered from the other corner of the bar.

Or something like that. I was drunk.

I watch as he walks around the bar. I watch the people squint their faces to listen to what the bar-keep is ranting on about. Then I see their faces change. Surprise at first. Then to contempt as they scan the bar to see who uttered such blasphemy.Then they lock eyes with me. Then I see hate.

I held my head high, affirmed in my belief.

Then the crowd seems to surround me. They begin to test me..to figure out who they are dealing with. They ask me about Mother Love Bone. Temple Of the Dog. Singles. Seattle.
“Do you like Pearl Jam?” they ask.
“Yes!” I reply.
“Do you like Pantera?” they ask.
“Meh,” I respond.
“Alice In Chains?” they ask, with their breath held.
“No,” I mutter. Drunk or not, I should have never allowed them to lead me into this trap.

They all turn on me, with blood in their eyes. I think secretly they all know Cornell is a hack…but their beloved Layne Staley? The juggernaut that is Alice In Chains? This will NOT pass! They begin to joke and laugh me off. They taunt me and throw insults. Until, that is, the drunk burn out Granger speaks up.

Granger is considered by the regulars of the bar as THE music guru. He is usually heavily sedated by grain alcohol, and tonight is no exception. Granger clears his throat. “I agree,” he says to me. Granger continues, “There are better bands. Tool for example.” I’m not even sure exactly what he means, but the bar is hushed.

“Tool is amazing. League of their own,” I spit out.

The bar retreats, grumbling and disappointed, back to their stools. Unsure where to go from here. Their wise Granger has spoken, and HE approves of the visitor from another land.

I have only one friend left in the building, and if I don’t befriend him and strengthen this new found friendship, then I’ll probably get shanked on the way out to my car.

The Black Angels

Granger and I parry. Nothing too aggressive. We throw out names of bands and artists. The other agrees when a good choice is named, and sends back a few more names the other way. We finally get to the final draw. “Thrice. Amazing Post-Hardcore band. Do you know them?” I ask the wise but wobbly Granger.
“Thrice? No. I’ll check into them. Have you heard of The Black Angels? Neo-psychedelia. Post-Punk,” he says. He knows now that we are finished. You see it in his face. It’s a draw. We’ll continue another day perhaps. But not today. He is my nemesis…and I am his.

He retreats into the night and I pay my bill and do the same. Immediately when I get home I research The Black Angels. I buy the albums, create a playlist, and meet my pillow in an embrace.

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The next day I put The Black Angels on the iPhone and head out into to my day. The first album I really get into is the self-titled one released in 2005. It’s getting me really exicted! It’s like Jim Morrison meet the Beatles in a dark LCD fueled dream. The band has toured with Wolfmother, The Black Keys, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club to name a few. Those three bands in particular though, do share acoustic similarities with The Black Angels. Dark, Bluesy, effect heavy guitars. Let’s listen to track one off this album. A cut called Black Grease.


Download The Black Angels – Black Grease

Ah yes. Granger was right! That’s good stuff!

There is two other albums by the Black Angels you can and should pick up right now. “Directions To See A Ghost” and the indie-acclaimed, internationally praised “Passover”.

I checked out The Black Angels official site and discover they have a new album coming out September 14th on Blue Horizon Records. I suggest the pre-order. I’ve already paid for mine. Has Granger? I doubt it.

I bet he hasn’t even heard the new song Bad Vibrations. Guess who did? That’s right…Us.


Download The Black Angels – Bad Vibrations

mashups to the Max

A good mashup can be a window into a new world. It can expose you to new music and new genres of music. For example, I’m no big Jay-Z fan, but hearing DJ Danger Mouse’s The Grey Album made me feel like one. Lately I’ve been enamored with Max Tannone and his brilliant mixes. I want you to be enamored too.
note: an interview with Mr. Tannone was posted on a really excellent blog not too long ago. I’m just compelled to add some more specific reviews here. Because you really need to listen to these cuts.
My first experience with Tannone’s work was his Jaydiohead project. This combines Jay-Z’s The Black Album with Radiohead’s music. It gives the lyrics a nice creepy feel and a ton of atmosphere. Sure, Danger Mouse kinda beat him to the punch (with the aforementioned Grey Album) but this takes it in a whole new direction.


Download Jaydiohead – Dirt Off Your Android

Doublecheck Your Head

After hearing this I needed to know if there was more. There is. So much more.
Doublecheck Your Head is a mashup of the Beastie Boys’ lyrical stylings over the music of…wait for it…the Beastie Boys. As it turns out, their sweet instrumental album, The In Sounds From Way Out, is the perfect backdrop for their raps. It seems so simple, but I never would have thought of it. I’m glad someone did.


Download Beastie Boys – 3’s What’cha Want

By the way, if you don’t own The In Sounds… already, go get it now. It has some of the most delicious grooves since the chocolate record was invented. Wait, do they really make chocolate records? Holy crap, they do! I may have just found material for my next review.
Finally, and at the top of my current list, is Mos Dub. Mos Def’s smooth raps work perfectly over Dub Reggae cuts; perfectly enough that I can overcome my mild dislike for reggae and enjoy the hell out of this album. Please don’t write to reprimand me for that reggae comment. I already know it makes me a bad person. Just listen to this track and enjoy it instead.


Download Mos Dub – Johnny Too Beef

These albums are all available for free download online. Click the links below to get them. While you’re at it, buy some of the original source material. It’s good stuff.

Jaydiohead
Mos Dub
Doublecheck Your Head

While I’m talking mashups, let me include one of my favorites. It’s a bit older but always worth another look:

Now get out there, buy some music, and party like it’s your birthday.

Considering the state of affairs


Well, people. My external hard drive? It looks like it shit the bed. Not good. I had a lot of my music there. A very sad state of affairs, indeed. So it makes the song I’m posting even more poignant. I think everyone and their mother has heard the Cee Lo track “Fuck You”. It’s how I feel towards this fucking piece of shit hard drive. Ah, well. My own damned fault, I guess.

Anyhow, Cee-Lo is already catching heat for the song. Just check this Washington Post article on it. You know what? Fuck you, FCC. And fuck you to anyone that finds it offensive. You’re what’s wrong with America. You’re no less oppressive when it comes to language than the Islamic jihadists and their treatment of women.

If anyone that’s uber-PC wants to give me shit about that comparison? Fuck you, too. You’re also what’s wrong with America. You meekly say that groups like the Klan have the right to speak publicly, and run at the slightest bit of confrontation, yet I can’t say the word “paddywagon” without some dipshit Asian kid getting mad at me. True fucking story. So there you have it. There was a certain eventuality with this song that said this would happen. Groups would get pissy about language. Read that again. Pissed about language. Are you fucking stupid? A word makes you upset? A word??? Well, fuck you, too.

And by the way, I’m personally already fucking sick of this song.


Download Cee Lo Green – Fuck You

I’m a Phonomancer Too…

*No Magic

Has a song ever changed your life?

Did you ever wonder how?

One of my guilty pleasures, and I have many, would be comics. More specifically, the graphic novel. Graphic novels are like watching a TV series on DVD. You get all the episodes in one neat package, and you don’t have to wait a month to get the new issue at the comic book store.

Not that I mind going to the comic book store…but it saves me money if I don’t have to go that frequently. Mostly because I lack self control. It’s exponentially harder when your comic book store is as great as mine. Alternate Reality Comics is, and I say this with confidence because I’ve been around, the BEST comic book store of ALL TIME! OF ALL TIME! (when I wrote that I channeled Kanye West…)

The reason Alternate Reality is so amazing is the man behind the counter. Ralph Mathieu. Ralph owns the oldest comic book store in Las Vegas. Ralph has been in love with comic books since 1975. That’s 34 years. In 1995 when Dungeon Comics, established in 1987, came up for sale Mr. Mathieu jumped at the chance. He also runs an awesome blog too! About comics obviously. Did I mention he’s German? No? Check out Ich Liebe Comics when you are done here!

The best part is that once Ralph knows what you like, he runs around his store grabbing all the new stuff you should like based on what you are into. He’s never been wrong. This last time I visited the store, I threw him a curve ball. Graphic Novels with a music theme? He hit it out of the park.

Phonogram. Two graphic novels about music. And magic.

You Must Dance

The stories revolve around Phonomancers, those who use music to enter magical states. A world where every song is a spell and every gig a chance for magical misadventure. The second book takes the perspective of 7 different Phonomancers on one night at a club.

I want to share four pages from the book. It’s from the DJ and promoters’ point of view. I should also remind you of the rules of this particular club night.

1. NO BOY SINGERS
2. YOU MUST DANCE
3. NO MAGIC

(You can click the images of the pages to make them full size…)


Download Sleater Kinney – I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone


Download The Supremes – You Keep Me Hanging On


Download The Pipettes – Pull Shapes


Download Robyn – Who’s That Girl

I thought it would be fun to give you the soundtrack to these four pages. I hope that sharing these songs will romance you into buying the music from these talented women. More importantly, if you live in Vegas, that you might go see Ralph at Alternate Reality, or at least buy these great novels using the Amazon links below. This is the most important part really…to buy the novel. Because…well…because I really need you to. I’ll let the writer of Phonogram, Kieron Gillen give you the bad news about why there will never be a third book:

Best plan I have is just writing series 3 and then writing into my will that assuming I die young and Jamie’s still around, lob him whatever’s in my bank account to draw it. Which is assuming he’d even be willing to do it then. It’s not that we’re bitter about it — well, not just because we’re bitter about it — but that it’s been emotionally exhausting. We’ve been doing “Phonogram” for over 4 years, not including the years before the first series came out. Imagine if we could have just done the comic and not had to deal with any of the shit we’ve had to. We’d have been up to issue 44 now. Instead, we have 13 issues.

I feel frustrated. Enormously lucky, sure, but frustrated. We’ve done this wonderful thing we’re crazy-proud about. But if the whole economic system was just a couple of degrees to the left, everything would have been different. I mean, just to give you an idea about narrow the margins are between what we are and what we could be, if we were selling 6K instead of 4K, we could have done those 44 issues. The difference between breaking even and actually being able to do it in comics is insane. It’s like being kept under ice, clawing. I feel like a bonsai plant.

C’mon people. Do this for me. I need more Phonogram.

the sound of one band clapping

Most of us find it hard to hear new music without comparing it to something we’re already familiar with. “This really reminds me of [insert awesome band whose obscurity makes you ultra-hip here].” I’d like to avoid this syndrome but I can’t seem to, so why don’t I just list some artists that came to mind while listening through If a Band Plays in the Woods… by Philistines Jr.: They Might Be Giants, The Flaming Lips, Eels, The Cure, Aphex Twin, Kraftwerk, Joy Division, Failure, Sigur Ros, Polyphonic Spree, New Order, Dntel, and more that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. In case it didn’t come across clearly, I’m saying this album has a ton of moods and shifts. The trick is putting it all together into something coherent and listenable. For the most part, that’s what Philistines Jr. accomplish here.
One of the driving forces behind this band is Peter Katis, who has been building a solid reputation as a producer for acts like The National, Interpol, and Tokyo Police Club. Katis’ ear for production is really what pulls this album’s complex, multilayered tracks together. That’s quite a feat when you’re moving from a creepy string arrangement to a dramatic waltz (“Set List Title Cableguy”) or an island groove to a driving dark rock anthem (“If I Did Nothing But Train for Two Years…”). These songs have more moods than Sybil but it all makes sense somehow. Take track 8, “Twenty Miles to NH,” for example.

I have to draw one more comparison that I couldn’t shake: somehow I was constantly reminded of Mull Historical Society. Remember them? Did anyone else actually listen to them? Here’s a reminder or, perhaps more likely, an introduction:


Download Mull Historical Society – I Tried

Those guys were a little bit of alright. It might be a Scottish thing, but we can talk about that some other time.

Watch for the Loose Rocks Under Your Feet

This week’s album review is on a fully Canadian band. I mean, comes from Canada, sings about Canada, tours in Canada, no American media can be found for them in the least.

And in a reversal of trends, I am picking up on Said The Whale almost a year after second full-length album was released. (Get it, cuz Canada is always behind us? Ha ha. Yes I know, Canadian Hockey Team. Gold. 2010. Whatever. They invented the sport.)

I am an uncool Canadian kid
Awed and inspired by all the popular guys
Most of them are truly irresponsible
They do irresponsible things

But I’m just a heartbroken gentleman
And gentlemen never seem to get gentle women
I need a small town girl
To follow me home and teach me how to be a real man

Islands Disappear was released last October, after an EP in July and another full-length the summer previous. The band formed officially in 2007 after a few years of basement recordings by high school pals. And they haven’t always sung about Canada. Their 2008 album Taking Albalonia and subsequent re-release Howe Sounds/Taking Abalonia are both much more upbeat, while at the same time, so very indie.

This makes me appreciate Islands Disappear all the more. Knowing what the band is capable of makes it enjoyable to listen to a dedication of sorts to the vast, expansive Canadian homeland and all the pioneers who have shaped its history.


Download Said The Whale – Out on the Shield

…Recent history is not ignored on this album. Lest you think the very popular (well, in Canada…) track “Camilo (The Magician)” is just a fun song about an imaginary character, oh no dear. Mago Camilo is a young Colombian man whose life has been made of magic, and who has chosen the True North as his second home.


Download Said The Whale – Camilo (The Magician)

They released a new EP earlier this year, and they’re submitting new songs to Canadian radio all of the time. What say you, America? Are you going to catch up to the Syrup Lickers?