The most avant-garde Christmas ever!

It's been a relatively short time since The Drift came out in 2006 and the onset confusion I've had ever since I first heard it. (Avant-garde meat punching just wasn't my thing when I was 13) I honestly wasn't expecting to hear another album by pop singer-turned-experimental-mastermind Scott Walker until I was 30. Imagine my surprise when this trailer pops up shortly after the announcement of a new album! Prepare for the sharp knives my friends.

What is water?

Recently there has been a lot of talk over the author David Foster Wallace (DFW) since the biography by D.T. Max, Every Love Story is a Ghost Story reveals many different personal and frankly strange things that you wouldn't expect from a writer such as DFW. One being that he was a womanizer that even said to Franzen that he was put on the Earth to have sex with as many women as possible. Not only that but also there is the whole whine fest going on with Bret Easton Ellis (the writer of American Psycho (note I have to tell you who he is. We see who is going to be remembered in 20 years)) who keeps complaining about all the attention Wallace gets compared to him. 

One of Ellis' main problem with DFW is that he considers him a pretentious dick which is a very ubiquitious argument that to me is faulty. If anyone has ever read any of his nonfiction it is clear that he writes with the utmost sincerity and this is most exemplary in his "This is Water" speech. In the speech he cuts the bullshit that most graduaton speeches have about the real world. He doesn't tell them that the roads are painted with gold and their dreams will materialize purely based upon the hard work they put into things. He doesn't tell them about how great and fun life is going to be and when they wake up they will face the suns loving rays with gleaming white teeth. He cuts to the chase and tells them their once hedonistic and solipsistic lifestyles is not a sustaining one.

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Finished The Pale King a while ago ,but since I have a lot of homework I have postponed my review as well as the second half of my experience at FYF.

About 100 pages into The Marbled Swarm and I am loving and I advise all two of our readers to check it out. It is a very clever little book. 

Song of the day: Animal Collective - Moonjock

There are certain sounds that we all can attest give us goose bumps and essentially make us feel a sense of excitement that cannot be matched by anything else. I think for me personally, the most exciting tracks fall between “Lost Outside the Tunnel” by Aztec Camera to "Carlotta Valdez" by Harvey Danger to “Southern Point” by Grizzly Bear (these are completely impulsive choices and I’m sure an academic sensed introspection would last pages). Regardless of your choices, the tracks essentially encapsulate a sense to physically run and jump around; i.e. get hyped motherfucker.

Now I usually never find a track that gets me this excited nowadays, if anything I’ll find this joy in music that was released a few or many years back, it’s a plague of discovering next to zero excitement in recent releases, and that’s not counting ‘genuine’ excitement; that kind that doesn’t wear off after the initial misleading hype. So color me surprised as hell when I find myself returning to Centipede Hz, probably the most hyped and anticipated release of this goddamn year.

And while I do love a great majority of the tracks on the album (dat fucking first half holy shit) the track that prepares me for everything is opening track “Moonjock”. Starting up with some creepy vocal loops that eventually lead to a repeated “One… One… One…” and explode into the hard hitting snare and hi-hat, it’s just fucking exciting. This continues into a glorious build-up of delayed guitar, distorted organ and bass, and sound effects until Avey Tare begins to sing a deliciously catchy melody and leads to this schizophrenic stuttering that blends into the chaotic soundscape.

Emphasis on the chaotic by the way, the song and majority of the first half of the album doesn’t relent on the sheer amount of sound effects and textures that just fly around like flocks of deranged birds. And while many could call the messy and layered sound of “Moonjock” and Centipede Hz as directionless or just plain ill-composed, when the final chorus of “We ran it out, ran it out” begins repeating in all it’s chaotic glory at the end of “Moonjock”, you realize none of that even matters and you proceed to get lost in the midst of the happy noise. Excitement like that just can’t be faked.

FYF Day One: Deadly Dust Clouds

After three days of reflection, I must say that FYF was one hell of a music festival. Though the crowd was filled with "rebels" (note the quotes. I know most people would recognize them but I really want to emphasize this) it was still none the less extremely fun. The first day was great starting with "Fidlar", a drug fueled skate punk band with very loyal and very "rebellious" group of followers that recited each line and smiled from ear to ear each time the chorus came to scream, "I drink cheap beer so what? fuck you". Here the fans continued to push and stomp in a camaraderie sort of passion which sent up dust that coated absolutely every exterior part of your body and worst of all your lungs. Once the you inhale enough dust it only came out towards the end of the day, when the sun was completely down and you wished you had a jacket and then and only then do you get to feeling of absolute pressure on your chest. Each breath in is a struggle to not sneeze, but once you do your hands would be filled with black mucus that looked like it came from the film "Prometheus". Though this wasn't common only to this particular show by "Fidlar" it was in fact an ongoing problem at FYF in the past years.

Since that FYF takes place in some crummy park near Chinatown, the grass is already nearly dead and the places that don't have dying grass is filled with lazily tossed wood chips over dirt which is where most of the punk shows unfortunately take place. Really no matter where the shows take place (except in the large tent designated for electronic music and comedy) you are most likely going to be hit by airborne dust. So last year when "Death From Above 1979" played to a massive audience on the main stage positioned on a dying patch of grass, I and many other festival goers almost passed out due to the inability to find clean air. Something they considered this year when they passed out free bandannas at the "Fidlar" show. I have now realized I have digressed and I am far too lazy to work this into a larger picture.

After the great reckless fun of "Fidlar", Bryan and I made our way over to see "Moonface", a kraut rock band fronted by Spencer Krug known mainly for his work in Sunset Rubdown and Wolf Parade (both projects that I am vaguely aware of. Both known by Bryan). From a ignorant point of view the jams were long, equally proportionate and absolutely emotional. The last song, "Quickfire, I Tried" is a perfect example of this with its strong emotional content and its huge finish in which Krug pulls out the book (I haven't read it myself but it is very famous) "The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao" and begins reading frantically from the first paragraph.

Next we swung by to see the Men do the last part of their very country set which to me was pretty boring. Their last song was actually noise rock song that was really sloppily done. In fact it was pretty big turn off to not only me and Bryan but to the whole crowd who quickly left. 

We went back to the punk stage once again to see the "Cloud Nothings" but we came in towards the end of Red Kross' set which was pretty much derivative hardcore. Though I am a big fan of hardcore music and even emo music (might as well make this digression as large as humanly possible) I am really adverse to revivals because in the end all people do is re-do the good and bad parts of a genre of music in this strange ode like fashion. With "Red Kross" all of their music was all taken directly from hardcore, as in, they were using exactly the same chords from bands during the 80s. So much so that I believed they were a cover band which deeply saddens me since the whole punk ethic was supposed to do something new and fresh that no one else was doing. This brings me to "Cloud Nothings". Their brand of emo is very new, but at the same time very stale. They appeal to the basic conventions of the genre and add a few things in. This was clearly shown with their set which was filled with "passionate" moments which neither moved me or provoked me to look deeper. Then their extremely long instrumental intermissions seemed to be just frustrated wankery. There was nothing really "great" about it, it was just plain boring. (this is all my opinion of course)

After the disappointing show, we swung over to the stage where we seen the Men to hear the Vaselines and reflect on what has happened so far. As the song "Molly Lips" played in the background everyone was fervently awaiting last year's favorite act, "Future Islands". To explain "Future Islands" in simple terms is to do the band an injustice. Though their music is not terribly complicated the whole dynamic of the band live is. In reality the music is really just simple synth pop with a distinctive synth sound, but the lead singer, Samuel Herring's, voice and stage presence is an anomaly. At points in a song he may sing something with a strong voice but once the chorus hits (or some emotionally charged part of the song hits) his voice turns into this weird lion like growl which fits his equally strange and demon-like stage presence . At one point he would be just standing there with his hand in the air looking at an invisible (and metaphorical) piece of his ex-girlfreind then the next moment he would be on the other side of the stage with his hand in his mouth swallowing it with a demonic stare. It is something that cannot be easily transmitted into text by such an awful writer as myself.  So without tarnishing what this show was I will not go any further detail  and move onto "Hot Snakes".

Bryan and I caught only a small part of "Hot Snakes" so we could watch "James Blake" and for guys that are well into their 40s they were pretty great. The lead singer that is well known from the post-hardcore band, "Drive Like Jehu", Rick Froberg, did not sound his age at all. He sounded just as good as his days in "Jehu". Once again this is a situation in which Bryan knew the band more than me.

James Blake was the conclusion of the night and (for me) the best act at FYF. It might have been the constant haze of marijuana or the absolutely tiring day of music, but it was an entrancing act. The whole set list was well put together and not once was there a moment where I cringed at something being off or boring. The transition from record to live was great. The live band all contributed equally to the overall sound of the music. There wasn't a moment where there was something unncessarily added. Even the vocal effects weren't too bothersome. To my (and possibly Bryan's surprise) the set did not only consist of his music from his critically acclaimed debut album ,but he also played two songs from his more future garage EPs.  One being the grand "CMYK". He ended his set perfectly with "Wilhelm Scream" which also wrapped up the first day of the festival.

I will post my thoughts on the next day and overall my idea on the whole festival in the future for all four of our readers.

Favorite 2012 Releases Thus Far

I have a few favorites that differ from Bryan's ,but mostly he got all of my favorites. Just to list the ones I share with Bryan first

Death Grips - The Money Store

Dark. Erie. Noisy. Catchy. Fun. So far it is my AOTY

Portico Quartet- s/t

This album is probably going to be the best jazz release of this year. The saxophone on some of these tracks is so warm in contrast to the somewhat cold electronics on the album, which is shown clearly on my favorite track on the album, Ruin.
This is THE album to chill out to everything just works.


Now for the albums that I liked, starting with another jazz album, BBNG2
BADBADNOTGOOD-BBNG2

BADBADNOTGOOD is a jazz band from Canada that takes hip-hop beats from Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Tyler, the Creator and even does a rendition of James Blake's Limit To Your Love .They take these simple beats and add their own flare, which is not only influenced by jazz , but a large amount of genres. They even have a cover of "You Made Me Realise" which is great.
They don't only re-do people's beats either they even have a few of their own songs, which are actually some of my favorites on the album. This album is a grower, with each listen it gets better and better.
The album is free on their website



Loma Prieta - I.V.

This is a Screamo band that is made up of members of Beau Navire (they made my list last year with their album Hours), Archeopteryx, Punch, Sailboats, and us, haunted bodies. Together the band makes some of the most abrasive hardcore music to ever come out this year. Starting with the opening track Fly By Night, which comes in hard and then later in the track the band turns more and more melodic, something I really loved from Beau Navire's Hours album.
My favorite tracks comes from the Trilogy (Trilogy 4 "Momentary", Trilogy 5 "Half Cross",Trilogy 6 "Forgetting") in which the noisy guitars seems to stack on and on with these crazy riffs. The sound is massive, fast and antagonistic.
Altogether this album delivers the most aggressive music I have heard this whole year.


Children of the Night - Queens... Revisited

Children of the Night delivers everything I like in a hip-hop group. They all have diverse styles they all have great rhymes and luckily they have some great beats. The way the group collectively rides a beat is very amusing especially on "Kids From Queens", which was the first song I heard from them.  The chemistry on the album with the producers and the rappers is strong and it is seen in the tracks.
The album is free on bandcamp