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New adds to the Echo Project

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007

The lineup for Atlanta’s Echo Project Music Festival (Oct. 12-14) seemed a bit lackluster when it was first reported a few weeks ago. Things started looking a bit brighter, however, when the festival announced new additions to the lineup last week. Bringing on  the Flaming Lips, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Man Man, MSTRKRFT and Thievery Corporation has seriously upped the festival’s indie appeal. The fest also beefed up its already huge jam-band roster by adding Les Claypool and the Benevento/Russo Duo. Hopefully, they’ll get around to tacking some local bands on to the lineup (cough, cough, Deerhunter).

Other Sound Music Festival

Thursday, August 23rd, 2007

For the third year, the Other Sound Music Festival will be providing a showcase for great Atlanta bands. The fest is Sept. 6-9, and will take place at the Drunken Unicorn, Lenny’s, 11:11 Teahouse and the Earl. If you go, make sure not to miss the rugged rock ‘n’ roll of the All Night Drug Prowling Wolves.

The new Lenny’s turns one

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

It’s hard to believe it’s already been a year since Lenny’s Bar moved into its more spacious new location. On Aug. 25, Atlanta’s best dive bar will be celebrating the one-year anniversary of its move with a night of local bands and DJs. Snowden, Psychic Hearts and Atlas Sound (Bradford Cox of Deerhunter) will bring the rock. KISS Atlanta party-starter Preston Craig will fill the floor with a DJ set. This anniversary party looks to be the best end-of-summer blowout in Atlanta, so be there.

The most underrated albums

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

Since my post on the most overrated albums pissed some people off, I decided to write something a bit more positive. These are albums that have influenced and inspired the great music of today, yet receive relatively little attention from critics and next to none from the general public. In other words, their importance far outweighs the recognition they receive. I hope this will open up discussion, so feel free to post your thoughts.


41brp4zyhrl_ss500_thumbnail2.jpg The Sonics – Here are the Sonics (1965)
Forget the Sex Pistols and the Ramones. The Sonics were the first punk band. Twelve years before the punk renaissance, these Tacoma, Wash., natives mixed sped-up garage rock with vitriol, sparking one of the biggest fires in the history of popular music. They’re also directly responsible for inspiring a little band called the Stooges.
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The Incredible String Band – The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter (1968)
You can trace the roots of any freak-folk band back to this one album. Without it there would be no Animal Collective, Devendra Banhart or Joanna Newsom. Yet hardly anybody has ever heard of it.

310zyhqm4wl_ss500_.jpgMalcolm McLaren – Duck Rock (1983)
Who would’ve thought the man who brought punk rock to the masses would also bring world music and hip-hop to the mainstream? Two years before the Graceland explosion, the general public viewed Mr. McLaren’s album of South African pop and South Bronx hip-hop as noise. It was wrong. Even Eminem used the refrain from “Buffalo Gals” in his single, “Without Me.”

61xse1q9pvl_ss500_.jpgThe Birthday Party – Junkyard (1982)
This is Nick Cave’s lesser-known, earlier band. It was the darkest, most challenging post-punk band, and it single-handedly created noise rock. Everyone from the Jesus and Mary Chain to Dinosaur Jr. has cited it as an influence. The first My Bloody Valentine record is a blatant rip-off of The Birthday Party. Luckily, it was reissued on CD a couple years ago.

51tkdc2w5bl_ss500_.jpgMiles Davis – On the Corner (1972)
Critics have been shitting on this masterpiece for decades. They saw it as the messy bastard child of Bitches Brew. Lester Bangs called it an album that critics listened to once then never again, and fans completely rejected. It was only recently the album began receiving the attention it deserves. Its tight, repetitive grooves and cut ‘n’ paste aesthetic made it the unquestionable progenitor of hip-hop, drum ‘n’ bass and electronic music.

21gms4neptl_ss500_.jpgThis Heat – Deceit (1981)
This Heat created the perfect post-rock album before Mogwai and Explosions in the Sky were potty-trained. Written under the threat of the Cold War, the band combined post-punk, art rock and krautrock to create the soundtrack to what it perceived as the imminent apocalypse. Now, bands like the Liars have made a career out of trying to replicate it.

51cpkf64tvl_ss500_.jpgSouls of Mischief – 93 ‘Til Infinity (1993)
While the West Coast was awash with post-N.W.A. gangsta rap, Souls of Mischief were taking the road less traveled. The group was more akin to the East Coast Native Tongues Posse movement than its West Coast counterparts. The title track is relatively well-known, but the rest of the album is just as solid. Sadly, its place in the West Coast hip-hop canon has been overshadowed by gun-waving burners like Doggystyle (which, admittedly, is a sweet record).

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Vashti Bunyan – Just Another Diamond Day (1970)
Folk singer/songwriter Vashti Bunyan made only one album in three decades. Fortunately, that one album was absolutely perfect. So perfect that 35 years after the album’s release, Animal Collective tracked down the songstress to collaborate.

 

21×2ryfswml_ss500_.jpgEl-P – Fantastic Damage (2002)
When bands such as the Cure began instilling their music with dense atmospherics, the air thickened and rock music was able to envelop its audience like a strange fog. El-P saw the power in this. He left his group Company Flow and set out to create hip-hop that was so urgent and atmospheric, it nearly overwhelmed its listener. The result was Fantastic Damage, a post-9/11 tour de force. PitchforkMedia.com called it the first hip-hop record to fully embrace the album format. Too bad he’s received only a fraction of the attention garnered by his former Rawkus Records labelmates Talib Kweli and Mos Def.

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Suicide – Suicide (1977)
While the Dead Boys were playing sped-up Stooges songs and Television was busy guitar noodling, Suicide was perfecting electro-pop. Sure, Brian Eno had done it earlier with Another Green World, but Suicide was able to infuse electronic music with the urgent fear and dread of punk rock. This was no small feat, considering the fact that at the time synthesizers were largely relegated to the nefarious world of prog-rock. We can still hear echoes of this album in the music of Primal Scream, M83 and countless others.

Atlanta (and Liza) loves One Hand Loves the Other

Friday, August 3rd, 2007

In the indie world, you know you’re doing something special when David Bowie shows up to one of your gigs. The Thin White Duke could be spotted at Arcade Fire, TV on the Radio and Animal Collective shows right before the bands blew up. Unfortunately, Bowie hasn’t attended any shows of Atlanta band One Hand Loves the Other. However, at a recent New York show, the band got Liza Minnelli instead.

The Minnelli-endorsed StickFigure recording artists will be headlining a show at the Earl Aug. 9. Anyone who’s a fan of glitchy, spaced-out chamber pop (or local music) should be in attendance. The opening slot will be filled by ex-Sleater-Kinney Australian art-poppers ninetynine.

The most overrated albums (part I)

Friday, July 27th, 2007

Since the Guardian interviewed musicians about overrated albums, I’ve decided to compile my own list. Please feel free to post a comment if you agree or disagree.

nevermind.jpgNirvana – Nevermind
This has become the sound of 99X or any “alternative” radio station out there. It’s responsible for spawning some of the most heinous bands ever (i.e., Nickelback, Puddle of Mudd, the Vines). Critics say it’s great, because it brought the underground to mainstream audiences. No, it didn’t. What it did do was bring a watered-down, derivative parody of underground music to the mainstream. In other words, they threw the Pixies, Mudhoney, and the Wipers into a blender and filtered it through Butch Vig’s cheesed-out, pop-metal production. Now it’s considered the album that saved rock or something.

Arctic Monkeys – Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not

monkeys.jpeg From the amount of press these guys got, you’d think they were the Second Coming. It’s become a habit for the British music press to shit their pants every time a band of scruffy, doe-eyed, twentysomethings comes out of the woodwork (cough, cough, the Strokes). The problem wasn’t as much the album, but the insane amounts of hype it received. Unfortunately, the tunes couldn’t stand up to the hype. Now the band is facing a shit storm of backlash.

Radiohead – OK Computer
radiohead.jpg Have you ever noticed that the people who mention Radiohead as one of their favorite bands are always dumbasses? Hey, guy, guess what? Radiohead has been aping other bands forever. Sure, it adds some nice space echo and electronic bleeps and farts, but that doesn’t change the fact that “Just” is a rip-off of “Shot by Both Sides,” and “Let Down” is a Stone Roses song. Don’t get me wrong: I loved this album when I was in eighth grade, but I’ve come to realize how remarkably mediocre it is. Let’s face it. There are arguably two great songs on here – “Paranoid Android” and “Karma Police.” The rest is just decent, safe Brit pop with abundant bells and whistles.

Oasis – Definitely Maybe
oasis.jpg I have to hand it to these guys for cultivating such hilarious, over-the-top rock-star personas. Their moron-brothers shtick aside, this album is B-O-R-I-N-G. Definitely Maybe is an exercise in how many different ways you can put together the same five barre chords. It’s the British Dookie. With that said, I still have a soft spot for “Live Forever.”

 

thewall.jpgPink Floyd – The Wall

I don’t think much needs to be said about this one. It’s the most bloated, self-important album of one of the most bloated, self-important bands. The scary thing is how the band stretched an EP’s worth of material across a double LP.

 

Who started indie rock?

Monday, July 23rd, 2007

1) Sonic Youth – Daydream Nation
2) Dinosaur Jr – You’re Living All Over Me
3) Husker Du – Zen Arcade
4) The Jesus & Mary Chain – Psychocandy
5) Joy Division – Closer
6) Minutemen – Double Nickels on the Dime
7) Pixies – Surfer Rosa
8) R.E.M. – Murmur
9) Replacements – Let It Be
10) The Smiths – Meat Is Murder

Fellow alt-weekly the Phoenix just released its top 10 list of the albums that started indie rock. It’s not a bad list (you can’t really argue with Daydream Nation and Psychocandy), but I think there are a few missteps. First of all, Meat Is Murder? Everybody knows that The Queen Is Dead is the most influential Smiths’ album. Hell, NME even called it the second-greatest British album of all time (ahead of The Beatles and The Clash). I also question Murmur’s place on the list, although it’s nice to have Georgia represented.

The most glaring issue with the top 10 list and the honorable mentions is the omission of pivotal albums. The problem is rooted in a question: When exactly does pre-indie rock stop and indie rock begin? According to the Phoenix, the answer is 1988. That’s the year that the two most recent albums on the list (Daydream Nation and Surfer Rosa) were released. A 1980’s cutoff would explain the exclusion of key acts like Pavement and Guided by Voices.

Even if it is an ’80s list, there are still some questions that beg to be answered. Where the hell is Beat Happening? It’s impossible to imagine the Pitchfork-dominated, indie-saturated world we live in today without Beat Happening. Calvin Johnson, et al, embodied (hell, defined) the indie ethos throughout the 1980s. What about New Order, huh? New Order created the sound that indie dance acts like LCD Soundsystem and the Klaxons have been aping ever since. Where’s Black Flag? Where are the Violent Femmes? Where’s the Birthday Party? These bands weren’t even given an honorable mention (yet Soul Asylum was).

I guess that’s the problem with Spin-style, faux-monumental lists: They form a narrative, and then include whatever bands or albums fit into that preconceived narrative. “This is the story of indie rock, kids… .” All right, I’ll step down from the soapbox now.

Smashing Pumpkins add second Atlanta date

Thursday, July 19th, 2007

The Smashing Pumpkins may only be sporting two of the original four members, but that’s not stopping the hype machine. Their first show in Atlanta in nearly a decade sold out in a few minutes. Shortly after, they added a second date at the fabulous Fox Theatre.

The good news is that Atlanta Pumpkins fans won’t be subjected to the opening aural travesty that is Perry Farrell’s Satellite Party. Instead, the Atlanta shows will feature Texas post-rockers Explosions in the Sky as the Pumpkins’ opener. Hopefully, Explosions in the Sky won’t suffer the same fate as that of Atlanta band Deerhunter — being booted off the tour after an altercation with the Pumpkins’ infamously difficult frontman, Billy Corgan.

Smashing Pumpkins (w/ Explosions in the Sky) – Fox Theatre, Oct. 30-31

Rump Posse rides again

Tuesday, July 17th, 2007

Forget the Black Lips and Deerhunter. Rump Posse is the true gem of the Atlanta music scene. Who else looks and sounds like a cross between an ’80s workout tape and a Van Halen video? That’s why the Drunken Unicorn was packed with eager Rump fans, when the band got together to play their first show in more than a year.

I feared the worst when the Posse took the stage sporting goatees, flannel shirts and acoustic guitars. After launching into a hilariously bad cover of Alice in Chains’ “The Rooster,” the band was pelted with empty beer cans. The booing proved to be too much for singer/guitarist Dr. Sweet. “You guys don’t like grunge? Oh, you wanna hear the old Rump Posse?” With those words, the band tore off the flannels, grabbed the electric instruments and proceeded to shave off the goatees with an electric razor. What was left was the good old Rump Posse: heather gray tank tops, sunglasses, mustaches and American flag headbands.

Two seconds into the first song, “Exit the Dragon,” it became clear that the Posse has mastered the art of cheese. The guitars, keyboard and drum machine were processed to the point that the band sounded like the upbeat metal soundtrack to a Nintendo game. Dr. Sweet was equal parts workout instructor, motivational speaker and frontman. Wearing a microphone headset, he danced around with his guitar, spouting hilarious motivational rhetoric, like “Living the dream has never felt so good!”

During “Getting in Shape,” Dr. Sweet disappeared from the stage. Coming up from behind, he grabbed me, directing his headset mic toward my face. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Corey,” I screamed.
“Let me see you get in shape, Corey!” With that, the entire audience turned around and stared at my embarrassingly grotesque attempt at dancing. Humiliation aside, the Rump Posse show felt like a good party. In a music world that’s rampant with ironic posturing, it’s good to know that there are bands that genuinely love the cheesier side of rock.

Deerhunter lets it all hang out on Blogspot

Thursday, July 12th, 2007

deerhunter2.jpgBand blogs are a dime a dozen. I’m sick of reading about your top five favorite twee pop songs at the moment or what you had for breakfast while touring Oregon. Bands should be thinking about new, creative ways to approach their blogs. That’s why I’d like to take a minute to praise Atlanta’s Deerhunter for going out on a limb and taking a chance with its online journal.

Deerhunter’s blog has barely been up a week, and yet it’s stirred up more controversy in the indie world than Animal Collective’s recent album leak. It all started when the band announced the creation of a “poop journal” in which they would offer photos and descriptions of their daily BMs. Online indie tastemaker PitchforkMedia.com jumped on the story, poking fun at the band’s antics.

On Wednesday, Deerhunter singer Bradford Cox pushed the blog’s boundaries a bit further by making a borderline-pornographic post about his top five fantasy boyfriends. The post was complete with lurid details and nude pictures of the young men he described. Although it was obviously in jest — Huckleberry Finn was No. 3 on the list — dozens of readers were outraged. Consequently, the blog was bombarded with scathing comments from “fans.”

As usual, Pitchfork hopped on the bandwagon, calling the band’s blog one of the “seediest corners” of the Internet and accusing Cox of posting child pornography — an accusation Cox vehemently denies. The controversial entry was promptly taken down from Deerhunter’s blog and replaced with a “fuck you” letter from Cox.

Sure, the poop journal and the fantasy top five list are cringe-worthy features to most of us, but at least they’re not boring. In any case, the band isn’t going to let the naysayers ruin its fun. In his response letter, Cox tells all of his detractors that they “can eat the shit [they’ll] be seeing photos and journal entries about.” I guess that means the poop journal’s still on. Sweet.

Deerhunter and Fiery Furnaces at the Earl – 7/7/07

Monday, July 9th, 2007

By the time I reached the Earl, signs reading “TONIGHT’S SHOW IS SOLD OUT” were plastered all over the front door. This was bad news for my dumb-ass friends who refused to buy tickets before the show. While they stood outside, devising convoluted plots to infiltrate the venue, I slipped inside, ticket in hand.

The crowd seemed pretty atypical for a Fiery Furnaces show. It was all cargo shorts and sandals. I couldn’t figure out whether the place was packed because of the Fiery Furnaces or the hometown heroes, Deerhunter. Deerhunter took the stage looking like a ragtag gang of world-weary high schoolers (the singer later joked about the guitarist being 12). Under blue lights, the band built up a fog of ambient noise before launching into “Cryptograms,” the title track of its last LP.
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The sheer volume of the music sent hoards of cargo shorts retreating back to the bar. The scene reminded me of My Bloody Valentine’s practice of weeding out dilettantes by maxing out the PA. Once the dilettantes were weeded out, the Atlanta natives tore through all of the Fluorescent Grey EP and most of their LP, Cryptograms. The band was able to move from ambient tranquility to freak-out attack mode and vice versa with startling fluidity. The bassist laid down thick, bouncy grooves, while the singer looped and layered his vocals, causing them to swell and dissipate in waves.

By the time my friends had snuck in, vocalist Bradford Cox was dedicating a song to an audience member who claimed it was his birthday. He then proceeded to sing “Flourescent Gray” to the birthday boy, while mimicking Marilyn Monroe’s “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” dance. The Fiery Furnaces may have been headlining, but the show belonged to Deerhunter.

The brother/sister duo of the Fiery Furnaces was accompanied by a guitarist, a drummer, and a percussionist. The extra percussion gave their tunes a funky, jungle-boogie vibe. The set started with a polyrhythmic version of “In My Little Thatched Hut” and continued in the same energetic vein for about an hour. The highlight was a psych-doo-wop version of their sunny pop song, “Here Comes the Summer.” My only complaint was that the band never gave the audience a chance to catch its breath. By the time the band returned for its encore, most of the crowd was gone. Maybe they were there for Deerhunter.