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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Escaping Low-Fi Cynicism


The genre of Downtempo, colloquially referred to as 'chill-out' or 'low-fi', hit a popularity streak a decade ago and then eased itself into a stagnant pool of boring music. Although recent releases from Thievery Corporation and Nightmares on Wax were certainly above average, they displayed a complete lack of innovation. In essence, their 2008 albums present nothing musically that wasn't already played to death during the 1998-2002 golden era of Ibizian Chill-Out compilations. So when I came across a slew of contemporary Downtempo artists from Britain, Switzerland, and Sweden, I was extremely skeptical, to say the least.

Much to my surprise, Bibio, jj, Air France, and Low Motion Disco (links to buy albums) are pioneering a complex blend of resplendent tracks that help low-fi listeners escape from a much deserved cynicism. These are artists that transcend the 'chill-out' moniker to produce great music, plain and simple.

Bibio displays a mastery of diverse compositional forms and hip-hop style sampling, while jj manages to bring a post-modern Swedish ethos (think The Knife) to Balearic sunshine and Lil Wayne lyrics.
Hailing from the same record company (Sincerely Yours), Air France sounds more like Bibio with their use of samples. Yet for an interesting contrast with jj, play 'Things Will Never Be the Same Again' and 'Collapsing at Your Doorstep' back to back with a little crossfade action. The violin samples are identical, yet the tracks reach such different aural outcomes.
Enjoy this relaxed cluster of tracks as summer begins to wind down.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Disco Pop (part II)

[Nostalgia already?]

Standing on the shoulders of yesterday's brief pop-remix reflection, the second part in the ongoing Disco Pop series presents four mainstream electronic artists who stand on the cusp of appealing to a wide and heterogeneous array of listeners.

As I've mentioned before, The Twelves recent output of mixtapes and remixes places them on an inevitable path to popular reception, and their latest production is virtually identical to a Top-40 pop love song.
With their melodic and slightly dubbed out remix of Phoenix back in May, Classixx corned the market on a unique varietal of popular summer house music. "I'll Get You" features similar synthesizer notes, yet introduces a more repetitive vocal structure and pushes the up tempo, making the track a suitable start to weekend.
While the abymsal chorus on "Audacity of Huge" threatens to relegate the latest Simian Mobile Disco release to the dustbin of obscurity, Chris Keating from Yeasayer saves the track with his superb delivery of prescient post-Golden Age lyrics.
Part intellectual, part rap star, Keating regales us with a series of boasts, "I got that Mama Cass you know I got that Peter Tosh / Book collection with an autographed James Joyce / Double Dutch dinosaur duplex in Dubai / I’ll be there with my friend the Sultan of Brunei," only to hit us with his modern quandary, "I got it all / Yes it’s true / So why don’t I have you…"

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Disco Pop (part I)


It's fairly safe and banal to posit that the electronic dance track is the present and future medium of popular music. Although the term ‘dance music’ packs a complex and variegated genre into a convenient conceptual package, the sounds emerging from this box over the last five-years are becoming exponentially more appealing to mainstream listeners. In this sense, ‘disco-pop’ occupies an artistic middle ground between the esoteric hedonism of club tracks and the ubiquitous synthesizers of a Timbaland production. Hence, the new Disco Pop series at Lyrical Smelter aims to explore this rapidly stabilizing equilibrium.

While dance music often shares a similar 4/4 beat pattern with hip-hop, recent remixes of Shwayze and Tellier underscore the ease with which the genre produces sonorous instrumental hooks, thereby providing the perfect backdrop to pop/rap lyrics. Plus, the orchestral breakdown at 3:40 on the Tellier remix retrospectively gives Mozart a Funktion One sound system to play with.
Approaching the mainstream from a different angle, the Golden Filter and Trentemoller consistently demonstrate an incredible ability to remodel fairly mediocre indie tracks into quintessential pool-party disco anthems (see An Hour in the Smelter DeeJay Mix). However, to give full credit to Peter, Bjorn, and John, their official video does feature an awesomely strange Euro dance off at 2:50.
In the final analysis, though, the listener can often be left wondering what a remix or electronic cover adds to the original. Does Night Waves give us anything that Phil didn't already deliver decades ago?
Tomorrow, part 2 of the Disco Pop exploration features several new artists whose productions, rather than remixes, stand on the cusp of mainstream recognition.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Comfortable Angst: Wilco Live


[Guest review from L. Hintz: Wilco @ Wolftrap, July 8, 2009]

Under a moon just shy of full, Wilco proved yet again that they are one of the best live bands out there, demonstrating soul, technical tightness, and dynamism. The heart-breaking gentleness of “At Least That’s What You Said” in its opening notes exploded into a frenetic guitar performance by Nels Cline that hovered between the sublime and the freakish. The simple and intimately familiar lyrics belied the intensity of the rhythm pounding through “Hate It Here.” The performances of “Shot in the Arm,” and the climactic closer “I’m a Wheel” should have critics shelving the label “dad-rock” for good.
Wilco live is a magical mixture that eclipses any album play – especially their most recent releases. Critics and fans alike have commented since Sky Blue Sky and Wilco (The Album) that the band seems to getting into its groove, finding itself, and getting comfortable with just being Wilco. (Is it wrong that I don’t want them to get comfortable? If so, how wrong?) Still, getting comfortable as a unit – so comfortable that they rocked the guitar-shredding “Spiders (Kidsmoke)” as an encore – doesn’t mean getting complacent. The angst and tension that seem to vibrate beneath the surface of much of what makes Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and A Ghost Is Born phenomenal may make only rare appearances on newer album tracks such as “Bull Black Nova,” but the band delivered new and old alike with gusto, much to the crowd’s adoration.
Yet, as mind-blowing and as visceral a performance as the band delivers with favorites such as “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart,” Wilco live does indeed break our adoring hearts just a little bit. They have us at a note: one scream of feedback slices through the evening air and we’re giddy with anticipation for “I’m the Man Who Loves You.” But you kind of get the sense that he doesn’t. Jeff Tweedy, that is. An artist and perfectionist, the lead singer/guitarist is no one’s eager crowd pleaser. Anyone who has listened to Kicking Television: Live as many times as I have will know that shouts from the audience elicit responses from Tweedy such as “Thanks for coming from Kansas City. Now be quiet;” or “Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Last night Tweedy only semi-teased the crowd with “It sounds like about 16 people liked that one,” showing a little of the self-deprecation that underscores so many of his lyrics as well as a sense of separation. As enraptured as the audience is with the sizzling atmosphere Wilco creates, it seems as though we are kept at a slight distance. Of course, you certainly can’t blame a band for not loving us at a meta-level quite as much as we love them – especially given some of the fans Wolftrap’s otherwise welcome policy of BYOB encourages.
Still, it’s almost as though the band is so comfortable with themselves as a cohesive unit that they don’t really need us. And, as selfish as it is, that’s a little heart-breaking.
Set List:

Wilco (The Song); Shot in the Arm; At Least That's What You Said; Bull Black Nova; You Are My Face; I Am Trying to Break Your Heart; One Wing; How to Fight Loneliness; Impossible Germany; Deeper Down; Jesus, Etc.; Sonny Feeling; Handshake Drugs; Hate It Here; Walken; I'm the Man Who Loves You; Hummingbird; You Never Know; Heavy Metal Drummer; Misunderstood; Spiders (Kidsmoke); I'm a Wheel

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Sturdy Bridge of the Cover Song


In many ways, listening to a cover song is akin to walking across a bridge. The listener starts on one side, confident and safe enough with the original version to journey towards a new artist. As the cover starts, the listener begins to traverse the arch, stopping at familiar points (a melody here, a chorus there) to marvel or retch at how the architect rendered an old track fresh and unique. At the other end of the bridge, the cover artist stands anxiously; ready to administer more oral acupuncture if desired. Enjoy these links between the collectively known and the newfangled, esoteric, or just different.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Psychedelic rock without the administration

[Live action shot of Xu Xu Fang by Rachel Carr, 2008]

Remember when Sony Music tried to get everyone excited about psychedelic rock with MGMT’s stunning debut studio album? Good times, until MGMT put on the worst live act I’ve ever seen in my life at Slim's in San Francisco. The dismal show was no fluke, with negative reviews across the country. One friend told me that the leader singer stumbled onto stage, muttered “I’m too f'ed up to play” into the mike, jacked his iPod into the PA, and left listeners with a wonderful little playlist. Quite rationally, I immediately distrusted “psychedelic rock” as a label constructed by executives to cover up MGMT’s complete naiveté. Fortunately, two local artists from Los Angeles and New York are slowing repairing my damaged psyche:

Xu Xu Fang fuses a downtempo rhythmic structure (aka trip hop) with psychedelic rock and a mastery of instrumental and vocal arrangements to bring The Cure’s “Fascination Street” into the 21st century. Likewise, “Your Way” manages to incorporate influences from the vanguard of the late millennial trip hop movement (Nightmares on Wax, FC Kahuana, Sigur Ros) while simultaneously striking out new ground.
Xylos adopts a vision of psychedelic rock bursting with upbeat sunshine. Featuring guest vocals from Ira Tuton and Anand Wilder of Yeasayer, their latest EP (available for free at their website) remains experimental without abandoning carefree lyrical composition and pop hooks, especially on “In the Bedroom.” According to the track, relationships based purely on physical attraction inevitably lead to disaster. Thanks for the astute analysis.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Dirty Projectors Anti-Post

This is the anti-post where I abandon any sort of analysis or reflection, and brazenly add to the hype from music critics who call Dirty Projectors' "Bitte Orca" the best album of the Holocene epoch. Though I still preference Veckatimest, just buy "Bitte Orca" now so when I get back on the train, we can all have some reference points from the summer of 2009.
To round out the post, I leave you with two of the most sophisticated anti-critics of our generation. In their pithy articulation, "If they didn't have a part of the song that, liked, sucked, then it's like the other part wouldn't be as cool." Indeed, Butthead.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

From Indie-Rock to Auto Tuned Euro R&B

[Ezra Koenig rocking the double collar]

Apparently, I missed a rather obvious path from starving indie-artist to international phenomenon: The Auto-Tuner. Enter Discovery, the fresh project from Vampire Weekend’s Rostam Batmanglij (with a cameo from fellow mate Ezra Koenig) and Ra Ra Riot’s Wes Miles, which attempts to revitalize the stagnant pool of contemporary American R&B with Euro-electronic pop hooks and coy use of the Auto Tuner post-mortis.

Music critics and bloggers spent the last few months in a paralytic state of adulation over the upcoming release of the Discovery LP. Every review followed a standard formula. After disposing with the perfunctory takedown of Auto Tuned rap albums, critics expressed amazement that Batmanglij jumped from preppy indie-rock to Justin Timberlake style electronic R&B, ‘correctly’ Auto Tuned Koenig’s vocals, and still managed to construct a great record with Wes Miles.
“Carby” is an instant pop classic and an essential summer track. Underneath the Auto Tuned veneer though, Koenig’s lyrics unearth a level of self-reflection completely missing in this formulaic blogger bewilderment. First, these same reviewers bemoaned Vampire Weekend’s rapid jump from playing apartment parties at Columbia to sitting in the hot seat with Terry Gross on Fresh Air (granted, the interview was horrible). Since part of VW’s mainstream success obviously derives from ability of Batmanglij and Koenig to produce ‘pop’ tracks, their exploratory mission into R&B should come as no surprise. Second, the purported death of the Auto Tuner among rap artists provides Discovery with the perfect opportunity to raise the Phoenix from the ashes. This sly resurrection paradoxically exposes the insularity of indie-rock while reestablishing ‘post-modern’ credentials among critics jaded by the celebrity of Vampire Weekend. Third, quite simply, Discovery is good music.
Taken together, these points force the painful admission (from myself, as well) that perhaps all those Auto Tuned rap artists were actually pioneering new musical ground. When the ethos switched from ‘boorish’ rap to the ubiquity of pop lyrics, and had the blessing of prominent indie figures, we started to listen. Also, composing a great album never hurts.
Discovery is out on CD and vinyl July 7.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

An Hour in the Smelter DeeJay Mix

[Pic: Ideal Type, 2008]

For the last few summers, I've been fortunate to have enough time to sit down and meld together my favorite tracks into continuous mixes. This summer is no exception. Unlike my other mixes, however, I adopted a much slower, funkier, and dubbed out tempo until the finale. An Hour in the Smelter features several innovative producers, notably Burns, Trentemoller, D.I.M., and James Braun, that straddle the fine line between club hedonism and electronic music as a rhythmic art form. In the end, I simply couldn't resist the sonorous allure of Orbital and Grizzly Bear remixes, as well as an end of the night, hands in the air, floor destroying bootleg of Smashing Pumpkins.

Follow link to download a CD Quality mp3 from zShare:
Tee Anders Volpe - An Hour in the Smelter Summer 2009 Mix

Or stream the mix from SoundCloud here:
http://soundcloud.com/tvolpe/an-hour-in-the-smelter-2009

Tracklist
  1. Please Don't Touch (The Golden Filter Dub mix) - Polly Scattergood
  2. Lisztomania (Classixx Remix) - Phoenix
  3. Kilometer (A-trak Dub Mix) - Sebastien Tellier
  4. We Are The People (The Golden Filter vs. Burns Remix) - Empire Of The Sun
  5. Give A Little (Trentemoller re-adjustment) - Caldwell, Andy
  6. Weak Generation- Revolte
  7. Sunglasses At Night (D.I.M. Remix)- Tiga & Zyntherius
  8. Spanish Fly - James Braun
  9. Yes Maam (Trentemoeller Remix) - Visti & Meyland
  10. Donut - M.A.N.D.Y. and Booka Shade
  11. Lick My Deck- Sebastian Ingrosso & John Dahlback
  12. For Da Loverz (Nelsen Grover Remix) - Sharam Jey
  13. Sunrise (Hey Champ Remix) - Yeasayer
  14. Halycyon (Original vs. Tom Middleton Re-Model) - Orbital
  15. Two Weeks (Fred Falke Remix) - Grizzly Bear
  16. 1979 (Glow Tape!'s 2009 Remix) - Smashing Pumpkins

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Expanding Indie-Rock: Selling Out, Mockery, and Dance Music

[Pic: Philip Klinger, 2009]

Indie-rock certainly does not need to jettison a class-based ethos. Other genres, from the cocaine-rap of Young Jeezy to the contemporary classical minimalism of Philip Glass, appeal primarily to very specific groups. Ideally though, music should promote cross-pollination. In fact, indie-rock appears to be following three different paths to expanding their listener base:

Jump to Pop
Start small. Write well. Run the local club gamut. Hone your skills. Get lucky. This classic formula for ‘selling out’ is such a dominant part of our collective psyche that it needs little explanation. Yet it provides a straightforward path for indie groups to expand beyond the college crowd. Just like Vampire Weekend before them, Thao and the Get Down started out as a local cult secret several years ago. Now “Bag of Hammers” plays in the background at JCrew and represents the commercial front of Clorox. Trade your dormitory soul for argyle v-necks and bleach wipes.
Post-Modern Self-Deprecation
Critic and expose the very class structure that confines your genre. The most enjoyable method is the gangsta-rap cover song. Following the path blazed by Ben Folds Five, The Klaxons sardonic and brilliant cover of Blackstreet’s “No Diggity” is arguably better than the original, which attracts a more mainstream audience. All the while, the subtle mockery of the entire construct of musical ‘genres’ is instantly appealing to the English-major hipster crowd. As Tom Yorke bemoaned back in the Halcyon days of indie-rock, “this is our new song, just like the last one, a total waste of time. my iron lung.” So aloof, so hot right now.
Dance-Off
The burgeoning fusion of indie-rock and dance music over the past half-decade speaks to a more Dionysian path. Innovative producers, such as The Twelves from Brazil, remodel indie tracks into a funky amalgamation of base hedonism with beats so infectious that both Arcade Fire and Jeezy fans find themselves locked in a frantic pants-off dance-off. Of course, this simply shifts the genre from the insular structure of indie-rock to the more cosmopolitan dance music scene. While different groups certainly meld on the dance floor, socio-economic considerations never disappear. In fact, it’s possible that such divisions are merely remixed and amplified.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Indie-Rock as Erudite Funk


[Pic: Chrome Waves, 2007]

My initial discovery of The Whitest Boy Alive in 2006 presented a confusing paradox. On the one hand, heavy bass lines and rhythmic syncopation cast the group as a sort of European dance floor machine, much like the 1980s English punk-funk band Public Image Ltd. Yet the lyrics conformed to the indie-rock fascination with emotional breakups, depression, and the general trials and tribulations of being an educated youth with tender feelings. I simply couldn’t decide whether to dance or ruminate.
The recent release of “Rules” by Whitest Boy cleared up this puzzle. Although the instrumentals still display a Euro-electronic rendition of American soul, lead vocalist Erlend Øye pushes the lyrics beyond the pale of nerdy bookishness (he also laid down vocals on Röyksopp's pop hit “Remind Me”). Only a very small minority would publicly dance to “1517,” a track about long-term cycles of karma “in northern Europe since medieval times.” This is erudite funk for hipster coffeehouses and Boston dorms.
Sasha Frere-Johnes is wrong. Indie-rock has both vigor and rhythm, as typified by The Whitest Boy Alive, LCD Soundsystem, and Of Montreal.
The real problem is class. It’s safe to say that Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, and James Brown can get a party started no matter the socio-economics on the dancefloor. Even if contemporary indie-rock acts are clearly influenced by these masters of funk and soul, their lyrics and ethos explicitly aim to please the upper-middle class college educated crowd. Is this even a problem? And if so, what's to be done?

The East-West Summer Mixtape (part II)

[Pic: Algo, 2009]

In anticipation of an upcoming series on the socio-economics of indie-rock and dance music, the second part of the East-West summer mixtape features a slew of tracks with heavy hip-hop, blues, funk, reggae, and four-to-the-floor dance influences.

Quite conveniently, innovative world dance DeeJay and producer Nickodemus just released his sophomore album this week on ESL records. Reminiscent of Dreadzone, “Sun People” fuses a bold blend of international beats (from Latin America to the Middle East) together with humid New York City sunshine. A quintessential summer album, Nickodemus provides the perfect contemporary compliment to classics from Ini Kamoze and The Beta Band, cover updates from The Dynamics, and summer releases from Phoenix and Hypnotic Brass Ensemble.

[To download mp3s, open the link in a new window, and then download. All files are CD quality when possible.]

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The East-West Summer Mixtape (part I)


[Pic: Steez, 2008]

Gangster rap artists of the nineties had it all wrong. Instead of battling over sexual prowess and thug efficiency, they should have focused their lyrical diatribes on a genuine difference between the East and West coasts: summertime.

Out West, California lays claim to a crisp wave of scorching dry heat that catalyzes countless pool parties and endless outdoor romps. Musically, think of the crunchy beats, snare drums, and clean samples immortalized by Dr. Dre and Pharcyde.

Back East, a blanket of humidity slowly engulfs DC and New York, ushering in warm nights, a sanguine attitude towards life after months of winter, utter laziness, and a flood of inchoate interns. East coast summer begs for the sort of tracks that literally drip with the pervasive moisture here. Think dubbed out beats, heavy reverb, and deep rolling basslines.

In a two part mixtape, I bring together the best tracks to compliment summer on both coasts. Look for some Beta Band and Hypnotic Brass Ensemble next time.

[To download mp3s, open the link in a new window, and then download. All files are CD quality when possible.]

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Grizzly Bear and R.E.M: Forging a Lyrical Smelter

[Pic: Nina Katchadourian, 1996]

Last week, Brooklyn quartet Grizzly Bear debuted Veckatimest to anticipated critical acclaim and ubiquitous blog support. The album combines sonorous vocal melodies with instrumental production that oscillates between instantly accessible pop tracks, such as the brilliant “Two Weeks”, and the more esoteric, but equally fulfilling “Ready, Able.” As these two tracks demonstrate, Grizzly Bear wields an impressive lyrical smelter to push forward the vanguard of musical development.

Yet how original or innovative is the album? Retrospectively, Grizzly Bear and other ‘groundbreaking’ pop artists merely build upon the foundations laid by R.E.M. and Radiohead decades ago.
[To download mp3s, open the link in a new window, and then download. All files are CD quality when possible.]

Exhibit One: “Belong” and “Endgame” from the 1991 release of Out of Time, R.E.M.

These two marvelous B-Side tracks underscore the same sort of choral climaxing backed by sprawling bass lines so prevalent two decades later on Veckatimest. Moving to the uber-mainstream, The Killers also inherited this style, on display most readily in “All These Things I’ve Done.”
Exhibit Two: From “Planet Telex” (1995) to “Idioteque” (2000)

Since the influence of Radiohead on contemporary artists is rather obvious, consider the evolution of song production from the psychedelic-pop of “Planet Telex” to the more dark and electronic “Idioteque”. Meld together the core elements of each and the influence on Grizzly Bear, Animal Collective, and Yeasayer is unmistakable.
Now I just need to draw a link between gangster rap and Grizzly Bear.