Monday, December 30, 2013

MY 2013 YEAR END LIST

AROUND THE TRENDS

Ten things in music I liked about 2013


by Matt Ashare |  
Published December 31, 2013 http://www.newsadvance.com/the_burg/music/pop_rocks/


THE HOT SEAT: Lady Gaga delivered spectacle in 2013
Another year, another amorphous chorus of mixed messages about the so-called “state” of music, as if were actually possible to capture something so elusive in anything resembling its natural state. Back in March, David Lowery turned up on NPR’s “On the Media” to discuss some of the issues he addresses as part of “The Trichordist,” a website dedicated to “Artists for An Ethical and Sustainable Internet.” The erstwhile Virginia-based producer, longtime frontman of the bands Camper Van Beethoven and Cracker, and current a lecturer at the University of Georgia, suggested that the old business paradigm, dominated by monolithic major labels, really wasn’t all that bad, which is interesting coming from a guy who had his share of dust ups with the powers- that-be back in the day.
More recently, David Byrne, whose Luaka Bop label was once a part of Warner Bros., published “How Music Works,” a collection of essays in which he waxes somewhat nostalgic for the days when a corporate entity like Sire Records (which was also part of the Warner Group) would invest its resources in a left-of-center CBGB’s band like his own Talking Heads. In other words, now that these once-insurgent artists have gotten a look at the future of music, the past doesn’t look half bad.
         On the other hand, 2013 was also the year that Amanda Palmer celebrated her crowdfunding coup by delivering a TED Talk on the many virtues of tweeting, blogging, and otherwise interfacing directly with fans on the Internet. In 2012, she’d set a new record by raising over a million dollars in individual contributions on Kickstarter to record her second album, “Theatre Is Evil.” So, she’s understandably less concerned about the state of music than some of her peers.
Of course, when conversation turns to the state of music, what’s usually at issue is the state of the music industry, which has always been governed by rather arbitrary rules — copyright law, for example — that benefit some at the expense of others. There’s no doubt that technology — particularly in the digital realm — has been a game changer for the entertainment industry over the past decade, not to mention the last year. Whether or not it’s been a force for good or for evil remains up for debate. But, while the medium can be the message, more often than not technology, even in the face of cultural skirmishes, is essentially neutral: it’s really more a matter of how we choose to make use of evolving modes of consumption and communication that makes the biggest difference. By that measure, 2013 belongs to the comic Norwegian brother act Ylvis, whose surreal “The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?)” went mega-viral on YouTube and turned out to be this year’s “Gangnum Style.” I guess that means we should be on the lookout for a big ad featuring Vergard and Bård Ylvisåker shilling pistachios when Superbowl XVLIII takes to the air on February 2.
In the meantime, the proverbial beat goes on as artists continue to make music that weaves itself into the fabric of daily life in a manner that can be at once surprising and familiar; comforting and disruptive; ridiculous and sublime. It’s all good, even if not really all good. And, since there were far too many albums than I could justify paring down to a simple top ten, I’ve opted this year for a list of ten categories that feel like they capture something essential about the state of music in 2013. 

POP ART OR ARTPOP?: Arcade Fire can do both.  
1) ARTPOPPERY:  Arcade Fire “Reflektor” + Atoms for Peace “AMOK” —Lady Gaga, in her infinite ambition, may have twisted the Warholian idea of “Pop Art” into a multi-media marketing campaign that fuses the virtues of art with the baser nature of accessibility, but she’s not the first to play at that game (see David Bowie, below). And, while it may be more apt to place Arcade Fire’s expansive, retro-futuristic double concept album “Reflektor,” as well as Radiohead head Thom Yorke’s new Atoms for Peace missive “AMOK” in the category of what older folks once called prog- or art-rock, artpop seems a fair enough designation. Both bands flexed their considerable creative muscle and challenged loyal fans to accept a modicum of experimentation, while offering just enough in the way of infectious grooves and melodies to make the trip worth the effort. 
        
REBEL BELLE: Kacey Musgraves 
2) AMERICANA WITH ATTITUDE: Kacey Musgraves “Same Trailer, Different Park” + Natalie Maines “Mother” — Nashville’s Music Row has long been one of the most conservative corners of the mainstream music industry, which has admittedly bred quite a bit of vapid, predictable, middle-of-the-road product over the years. But it’s also fostered plenty of rebels and outlaws because, well, you gotta have rules before you can break them. Kacey Musgraves, a 25-year-old Texas-bred singer-songwriter who self-released three albums and appeared on the USA Network’s “Nashville Star” competition before signing to Mercury Records, may have rewritten the script for what’s acceptable on Music Row with “Same Trailer, Different Park,” a homespun yet crisply produced album of rather-trad tunes with more than a touch of twangy bluegrass that, among other transgressions, exclaims, “Make lots of noise/Kiss lots of boys/Or kiss lots of girls if that’s something you’re into,” and offers this vision of small-town life: “Mama’s hooked on Mary Kay/Brother’s hooked on Mary Jane/And Daddy’s hooked on Mary two doors down.” And Dixie Chick Natalie Maines moved away from straight country toward something more along the lines of Sheryl Crow’s rootsier side on “Mother,” an album of covers that delivers a devastating version of its Pink Floyd title cut that was originally recorded to raise money for the falsely imprisoned West Memphis Three.

RELATIVE COOL: The formidable sisters of Haim
3) GRRRL GROUPINGS: Haim “Days Are Gone” + Savages “Silence Yourself” — Trending retro in ways that were fashionably unfashionable in 2013, the California sister act Haim and the London-based grrrl group Savages drew on very different aspects of the ’80s on two of the year’s more promising debuts. With formidable musical chops, Haim fashioned their sly hooks around the funked-up rock of Prince’s Revolution and the kind smooth r&b grooves that Quincy Jones used to catapult Michael Jackson into the stratosphere, all without a trace of tongue-in-cheek irony. The aptly named Savages zeroed in on the post-punk nihilism of John Lydon’s Public Image Limited, the raw scrape of Joy Division, and the primal wail of Siouxsie and the Banshee, with a surplus of attitude and stark androgynous look to complete the package.

POP ART: David Bowie appropriates himself on The Next Day
4) HAPPY RETURNS: David Bowie “The Next Day” + Elvis Costello and the Roots “Wise Up Ghost” — One of the original purveyors of “artpop” and a major influence on Lady Gaga’s latest vocal affectations, David Bowie was apparently in a self-reflective state of mind when he set out to record his first solo album in a decade, and his 24th overall. With cover art copped from his own art-rock classic, 1977’s “Heroes,” and a single (“Where Are We Now?”) that sifts through images from his years in Berlin, “The Next Day” goes a long way toward recapturing past glories without necessarily repeating them. Bowie’s almost always interesting, but it’s been quite some time since he’s sounded this immersed in a musical project. And, what frankly seemed like something of a novelty collaboration between Elvis Costello and the Roots turned out to be a surprisingly solid collection of songs that deploy the hip-hop science of loops and sampling in a way that’s oddly reminiscent of Costello’s ambitiously orchestrated 1982 masterpiece “Imperial Bedroom.”

OLD SCHOOL RULES: Pearl Jam kicked out the analog jams
5) GUARDIANS OF GRUNGE: Dave Grohl’s “Sound City” + Pearl Jam “Lightning Bolt” —  An homage to the famed and now defunct studio where Nirvana recorded “Nevermind,” “Sound City” was both a loving documentary directed by Foo Fighter frontman/former Nirvana drummer Dave Grohl and a soundtrack featuring the Sound City Players, a remarkably diverse group of artists with various connections to the Northridge, CA studio. You get everyone from Stevie Nicks and Rick Springfield, to Queens of the Stone Age’s Josh Homme and Nine Inch Nails’ Trent Reznor, to Sir Paul McCartney backed by the three surviving members of Nirvana, all on an album of new material that serves as a visceral reminder that, on some level, they all share a certain common creative ground. As for Pearl Jam’s “Lightning Bolt” — their tenth studio album since 1991’s chartbusting “Ten” — it’s simply a straightforwardly stripped-down reminder that there’s still plenty of room for an unabashedly analog band in our brave new digital world.  

MOODY BLUES: The National embrace the darkness
6) INDIE ROCKS: The National “Trouble Will Find Me” + Superchunk “I Hate Music” — Nobody does nonchalantly dark, world-wearily romantic, or elegantly debauched quite as well as the Cincinnati-by-way-of-Brooklyn band the National. “Trouble Will Find Me,” an apt description of the persona Matt Berninger projects as the deep-voiced singer of the National, isn’t so much a departure for the band as it is a further distillation of the moody blues they revel in. There’s also some wistful romanticism on “I Hate Music,” the searingly melodic tenth album from North Carolina indie stalwarts Superchunk. You can’t blame singer/guitarist Mac McCaughan for screaming “I hate music” on the album’s title cut — as the founder of the longstanding indie label Merge Records, with bandmate and bassist Laura Balance, he’s probably been subjected to more than his fair share of noise. But, “I Hate Music” is, in its own peculiar way, a love letter to a DIY ethos that Superchunk helped create in the early ’90s.  

KANYE'S YEEZUS: No title required
7) DYSTOPIAN HIP-HOP: Kanye West “Yeezus” + Pusha T “My Name Is My Name” — Rappers aren’t just measured by their flow, their beats, or the number of units they’re able to move. It’s also about empire building, creating a brand bigger than one’s self, and moving the form forward in some notable way. Kanye (do we even need the West anymore?) has done all of the above. His “Yeezus” is one of the strangest hip-hop blockbusters in recent memory, with its maximal minimalist soundscapes, its fractured beats, and its often impenetrably dark sensibility. But that wasn’t all Kanye had cooking in 2013: having helped boost former Clipse member Pusha T’s status as a solo rapper through a guest spot on 2010’s “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy,” West stepped in as executive producer for T’s debut, “My Name Is My Name,” which along with “Yeezus” ranks as one of the more compelling and intriguing commercial hip-hop albums of the year.

THE REAL DEAL: 17-year-old Lorde 
8) THE YOUNG AND THE RESTLESS: Lorde “Pure Heroine” + Earl Sweatshirt “Doris” — As difficult as it may or may not be for new artists to find firm footing these days (as opposed to the good old days of major-label hegemony), there’s still plenty of evidence to suggest that just being really really crazy talented, inspired, and/or unique does have its advantages. Lorde is a wickedly precocious 17-year-old singer-songwriter from New Zealand, born Ella Marie Lani Yelich-O’Connor (thus the stage name), who has a remarkable gift for finding rough-hewn beauty in the mundane realities of daily life, and a strikingly confident voice that’s rarely accompanied by more than a sleek beat and a few backing racks on “Pure Heroine.” There are lots of singers sweating it out in an effort to capture the ’tweenage experience — I won’t mention names — but Lorde does it effortlessly, and with quite a bit more depth. An even odder oddball, 18-year-old Earl Sweatshirt emerged as a part of an LA indie hip-hop collective known as Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All, released a mixtape filled with horrorcore fantasies in 2010, and then disappeared for a year, during which “Free Earl” t-shirts starting showing up in LA. His debut is a schizoid affair that, while reminiscent of the fantasy scenarios and just plain out-there soundscapes of the early Wu-Tang Clan, stands on its own as the next strangest thing to “Yeezus.”   


CROTCH SHOT: Miley Cyrus skews sexy
9) POP SPECTACLE: Miley Cyrus “Bangerz” + Lady Gaga “Artpop” — Not going to waste too much time here on the actual music, since both Miley and Gaga are more about making a scene or a splash than crafting a tune. And, Miley may have one-upped Gaga in 2013, with her white-girl twerks and that hilarious VMA stunt making nasty with a big Styrofoam finger (not to mention Robin Thicke). But Haus of Gaga has almost surely been hard at work, dreaming up something even bigger than the ArtRave extravaganza she staged to celebrate the arrival of “Artpop.” So there should be plenty more spectacle to feed on from both Miley and Gaga as we move on in to 2014.

10) BLASTS FROM THE PAST: Bob Dylan “Another Self Portrait” + The Clash “Sound System” — Yet another mysterious period of Dylan’s mysterious career has at least been partially unshrouded with the repackaged, remastered, and almost completely reconfigured “Another Self Portrait,” a two-disc set that draws on a pair of albums from 1970: “Self Portrait” and “New Morning.” If nothing else, it serves as a timely reminder that Dylan has always lived inside the Great American Songbook, that he’s always been an enigma, and that some of us will never tire of probing into the heart of Dylan’s darkness.  And then there are those of us who will forever wish that the Clash had stuck around for more than just the five albums they released from 1977-1982. The late great Joe Strummer’s main partner in crime, guitarist Mick Jones, has remastered all five discs for a ginormous set that also includes three discs of bonus rarities, a DVD or archival footage, reprints of a fanzine the band published, stickers, pins, buttons, and a set of Clash dogtags, all wrapped up in a package that looks like an old-school boombox. It’s one of the year’s best arguments in favor of the CD — streaming the audio just ain’t the same as owning the damn thing.     

BRITNEY SPEARS + MARIA TAYLOR


WORLDS APART

Britney Spears and Maria Taylor deal with two very different realities on Britney Jean and Something About Knowing

by Matt Ashare |  
Published December 11, 2013

“I wait for you to call, and I try to act natural,” Britney Spears sings with mock bravado, smiling through the proverbial pain on the romantically frayed, made-for-radio power-ballad “Perfume.” It’s the second single from her new “Britney Jean,” a comeback album by an artist who always seems to be coming back from one thing or another — career missteps, personal misadventures, public humiliations, you name it. And, it also serves as a sly bit of advertising for “Island Fantasy,” the newest in a line of women’s fragrances from Elizabeth Arden that bear Britney’s royal seal. 
         As spare, sympathetic piano notes give way to the looming banks of synths that dominate “Perfume” and most of the rest of “Britney Jean,” Spears does her best to step out from behind the gilded fortress of fame and, if only for a moment, take stock of her own self-doubts. “I hate myself and I feel crazy, such a classic tale,” she admits in the first verse, before wondering aloud, “Am I paranoid?/Am I seeing things?/Am I just insecure?”
         That’s what passes for an unguarded moment in the land of Spears. But Britney’s bittersweet symphony quickly takes a turn toward silly yet sinister desperation, as she contemplates surreptitiously spraying her scent on a cheating boyfriend — marking her territory to ward off potential rivals in romance. If nothing else, that oughta give her competition a whiff of the kind of romantic warrior they’re up against. And, given Spears’ rocky dating history, not to mention her easy access to copious amounts of her very own eau de toilette, it’s probably not such a bad strategy. I’m just not sure it really humanizes her to the extent that she might be hoping.
         Humanizing details, unguarded moments, and just acting naturally aren’t nearly as big a challenge for Maria Taylor, an Alabama-based singer-songwriter who, admittedly, has had a very different career trajectory than the Louisiana-bred Spears. At 37, Taylor is five years older than Spears. But they both emerged somewhat precociously in the late-’90s. Spears, an erstwhile Mouseketeer who’d honed her skills at NYC’s Professional Performing Arts School, found herself at the forefront of a new teen-pop explosion when her blockbuster debut “…Baby One More Time” arrived in 1998. Meanwhile, Taylor had gravitated to the softer, poppier side of alternative-rock: while still a student at the Alabama School of Fine Arts, she and fellow songstress formed the band Little Red Rocket, released two albums on Geffen in 1997 and 2000, and then moved on to become the harmonizing indie duo Azure Ray. While she didn’t release her first solo album until after Azure Ray went on semi-permanent hiatus in ’04, Taylor was also an adjunct member of Conor Obert’s Bright Eyes bands for five years, beginning in 2002.
         Taylor and Spears clearly weren’t cut from the same cloth. While Spears was being dressed up in Swedish hitmaker Max Martin’s platinum studio production, and dressed down in skimpy, belly button-baring stage attire, Taylor busily stitched together a down-to-earth aesthetic that emphasized the subtle beauty of her voice and the sublime allure of everyday emotions. The former, a mainstream sensation and tabloid queen, now appears to be trying to reclaim some semblance of her true self as a performer. The latter, afforded a somewhat more modest degree of underground success, became a self-possessed artist who, on her new “Something About Knowing,” seems just as comfortable in her own skin as anyone who’s temperamentally inclined to think too much about too many things.
         “There’s grace in how you choose, which memories you lose,” Taylor sings softly, buoyed by little more than fingerpicked acoustic guitar figures and a muted beat in “Folk Song Melody,” the ruminative opening track on “Something About Knowing.” Actually, she’s nearly whispering, even as she draws out the last syllable of “lose,” holding onto to the word as if it might have the power to conjure whatever has been forgotten. And then, as her voice grows stronger, she waxes philosophical in homespun fashion, gently but proudly reflecting, ”I got lucky alright/It was never going to be my life/You can’t be free until you’re ready. . .”
         “Something About Knowing” isn’t a comeback album, but it does mark Taylor’s return after the birth of her first child. And, while Taylor’s always been inclined toward the wistful and contemplative, motherhood has crystalized her instinct for wresting beauty from regret, and finding a kind of reserved joy in the vicissitudes of life. “Remember that day we got the news, I was scared as hell and so were you,” she admits at the start of the rockabilly-inflected “Up All Night,” a reservedly upbeat swinger that hinges on the declaration, “I’ve been up all night, but these are the best days of my life.”
         Taylor doesn’t stick to any one script. “Tunnel Vision” employs darker-hued minor chords, a propulsive beat, and plenty of echo to create a grounded dreamscape in which Taylor concedes to a friend or lover, “You were giving it all you got, giving up your whole life, and I was betting on the other side.” A programmed beat anchors the airy guitar arpeggios of “Sum of Our Lives,” a languid reverie about “names carved in the pavement, and all the marks we haven’t made yet.” Pedal steel adds a little country flavor to the lightly galloping “Saturday In June,” and vintage organ tones lend a classic feel to the peaceful, easy groove of the disc’s title track, a ode to appreciating the little things in life, like “A long leaf pine tree,” “a dog named Buddy,” and “A ‘Revolver’ LP.”
         It’s probably not entirely fair to compare a Maria Taylor list of treasures with a catalogue of Britney Spears valuables, but it’s just too hard to resist. In the frantic club workout “Work B**tch,” a rubbery electro bouncer, Spears affects a Lady Gaga-ish Euro accent of unclear origin, as she rhymes Bugatti with Maserati (but, sadly, not vanilla latte), and Lamborghini with sipping martinis and looking hot in a bikini (but, again, sadly, not zucchini linguini), until she sounds practically worn out.
And, when Spears doesn’t sound tired, she just seems lost in the mix, as is too often the case on “Britney Jean.” Tracks like “Perfume,” which was co-written with Australian singer Sia, and the guitar-driven “Passenger,” a strident yet hook-laden rocker written with Katy Perry’s help, are right in Britney’s wheelhouse, but they’re both fairly boilerplate-empowered pop anthems. And Spears just seems absent next to Will.i.am (who produced much of the album) in “It Should Be Easy,” an ode to easy loving that features this sophomoric zinger: “If there was a scale from one to ten, then my love for you is a million billion.” (I’m pretty sure that’s a fairly big number.) And, are we really ready for a fresh look at Britney in “Tik Tik Boom,” a over-produced, sexxxed-up bit of innuendo that’s mostly an excuse to drop in a rapid-fire rap from T.I.
It’s all just a little sad, in part because “Britney Jean” does get off to a promising start with the William Orbit-produced “Alien,” a more restrained, dreamier brand of electronica that finds a full-voiced Spears doing a little soul searching as she drifts through the percolating groove. “There was a time/I was one of a kind,” she recalls, “Lost in the world/Out of me, myself, and I.” And then, she admits, “I tried, but I never figured it out/Why I always felt like a stranger in a crowd.” You can almost hear a real woman in there, a human being who, by almost any standards, has lived quite a life, and has plenty of raw, even painful, experience to draw on, if only she could find the courage to go there. Maybe it would lead to something more rewarding than the cheap thrill of a “Tik Tik Boom.” Or, perhaps not. It’s never really that simple. As Maria Taylor puts it in “Sum of Our Lives,” “I could just let it be/Or I could set us free/But it’s never that easy.” 

HAIM


RELATIVE COOL

The smooth retro-R&B pop stylings of the strangely alluring sister act Haim


by Matt Ashare |  
Published November 27, 2013


“Saturday Night Live,” the nearly 40-year-old NBC variety-show warhorse that once stood nearly alone on the frontlines of the American cultural battlegrounds, has understandably had to retreat over the years. And, not just because this or that cast of the Not Ready For Prime Time Players just aren’t as smart/funny/talented as the brilliantly hilarious folks they used to have in house in whatever good old days one happens to prefer. While the show has had some very real and obvious ups and downs, it’s always been, well, a bit hit and miss. But, back when it was the only game in town — when there weren’t hundreds of cable channels, streaming services, and YouTube videos to choose from — we tended to take the good with the bad, and allow the latter to slowly fade from memory.
         But, if there’s one arena in which “SNL” producer Lorne Michaels and his crew have consistently and rather remarkably excelled, it’s been as a bellwether of popular musical tastes. Last year, for example, after kicking the season off with soul man Frank Ocean, the show featured an eclectic array of guests that, along with safe bets like Paul McCartney, Rihanna, and the Justins Timberlake and Bieber, included the Brit-folk sensation Mumford & Sons, indie-upstarts Fun, and Southern-fried rockers Alabama Shakes. This fall, the 39th season of the show kicked off on September 28 with 2011 Album of the Year Grammy winners Arcade Fire, the newly sexified Miley Cyrus, and pop pin-up Katy Perry, before showcasing Fun’s great soulstress Janelle Monáe, and then returning to mega-star power with Eminem and Lady Gaga. It’s almost felt like yet another preview of what we’re likely to see when the Grammy nominations are announced early next year.
         So, I felt compelled to tune in when I heard that that Haim, an enterprising young California-based band fronted by three sassed-up, multi-instrumentally adept sisters, had been tapped as “SNL”’s first real out-of-left-field and, I’m gonna guesss, not particularly well known musical guests for the show this past weekend. Haim have an interesting back story: 27-year-old Este, 24-year-old Daneille, and soon-to-be-22-year-old Alana Haim (pronounced like the Hebrew word “chaim,” as in “l’chaim,” or “to life”) are San Fernando Valley girls who got played in a high-school band with their parents. The two older sisters took a early run at ’tween stardom with the Valli Girls, who had a cute little track (“Valli Nation”) included on the “Nickelodeon Kids’ Choice Awards” compilation in 2005.
Apparently, they ultimately had something more substantial in mind. With Valli Girls disbanded, Este moved on to get her degree in ethnomusicology from UCLA, while Danielle put her considerable talents to work playing drums for indie songstress Jenny Lewis (ex-Rilo Kiley) and Strokes fronman Julian Casablancas, as well as in Scarlet Fever, an all-female backing band that Goodie Mob rapper, Gnarls Barkley soulmaster, and “The Voice” talent judge CeeLo Green put together to back him in 2010.
         With some real experience under the collective belt, Haim — also featuring drummer Dash Hutton, the son of Three Dog Night vocalist Danny Hutton — emerged in 2012 with a three-song EP, a big gig at the annual South By Southwest music festival and conference in Austin, Texas, and a buzz big enough to secure for them dates opening for Mumford & Sons and Florence and the Machine (alums of “SNL”’s 38th season). And, in the lead-up to the release of their debut album, “Days Are Gone,” in late September of this year, the sisters started getting a whole lotta attention for, well, being sisters, and for their long, flowing hair, which was the subject of a “New York Times” Sunday Styles feature, as well as several fashion magazines spreads (“Glamour,” “Vogue,” and “Elle” all got in in on the act).
         Parallels were inevitably drawn between the Haim sisters’ retro-rock style and their revivalist sound, leading to the odd conclusion that they were somehow or another akin to Fleetwood Mac in their musical approach. It’s certainly possible that Este, Daneille, and Alana were weaned on the hits from the 1977 blockbuster “Rumours,” but they’ve since moved on to wholeheartedly embrace the ’80, but not the kitchy, stylized new-wave synth-pop that so many underground bands have been drawn to. No, “Days Are Gone” betrays something beyond a mere genuine fondness for, if not an earnest devotion to the r&b-flavored dance-pop of the ’80s, from smooth sheen of Michael Jackson’s 1982’s classic “Thriller,” to the Lovesexy grooves of Prince at his height, to the New Jill Swing of En Vogue, Destiny’s Child, and TLC. And, perhaps there’s also a touch of “Bella Donna”-era Stevie Nicks in the romantically torn, strength-through-vulnerability tone of much of “Days Are Gone,” but Nicks was working without Fleetwood Mac at that point in 1981.
         In that sense, Haim reflect emergence of a new movement among indie-identified rock bands, away from the noise of the ’90s and the irony-laden appropriations that followed, and towards a nostalgic appreciation for the art of pop — for the kind of clean hooks, crisp grooves, and seasoned musicianship that were all but anathema to underground rock bands when the Haim sisters were growing up. And, it puts them in league with artists like the Arcade Fire, Fun, and Vampire Weekend (with whom, not surprisingly, Haim share producer Ariel Rechtshaid), a representatively eclectic trio of indie-bred bands who have each forged a favorable peace with mainstream musical forms.
         With Rechtshaid’s help, Haim slip easily into the echo chambers of “Days Are Gone,” with programmed drums, gated handclaps, and rubbery bass laying a funked-up foundation for Danielle’s breathless declaration that she’s “a slave to the sound” on the start to the disc’s discofied opening track, “Falling.” Este and Alana join in with close harmonies on an infectiously repetitious bridge of,  “Don’t stop, not we’ll never give up, and I’ll never look back, just hold your head up, and if it gets rough, it’s time to get rough,” and Haim are off and running back to the days when dance clubs still had the occasional dance band, and “Beat It” was on the top of the charts.
         “Falling” sets the general tone for “Days Are Gone,” with its good-times-in-the-face-of-bad-breaks attitude, and its sleekly Chic-y to get into the groove. The band toys with a mega-pop chorus on “If I Could Change Your Mind,” a romantically inclined dance-pop number that wouldn’t necessarily be out of place on a Kelly Clarkson or Katy Perry album. And they deviate from the script a bit on the Afro-Caribbean flavored “Honey & I,” and the dark and stormy, slow-creeping “My Song 5,” a gltchy electro-rock track that brings a touch of grungy guitar to the party, and finds Danielle cooing, “Honey I’m not your honey pie.” But Haim are at their best when they’re doing their best to aim for pure pop pleasures, basking in the uneasy ambiance of a track like the lovelorn “Running If You Call My Name,” stutter-stepping through the chopped beats of “Forever,” and stomping through the coyly rocking “The Wire.”

         On “SNL” last weekend, Haim sounded like a rock band as they charged a speedily through “The Wire” and “Don’t Save Me,” which is to say, not quite slick in a good way. They looked like a stylist’s dream, with Danielle outfitted in tight pants, boots, and guitar flanked by her short skirted sisters —a blond, bass-wielding Este and waifish Alana with keyboards, drumsticks and guitar — kinda like the Kardashian kids with a talent for more than just self promotion. (I hereby promise to eat those words with an entire bottle of hot sauce if Haim ever appear on their own reality tv show.) But, mostly, they just seemed pretty damn psyched to be sharing the very same stage that Miley, Katy, and the Arcade Fire have already rocked this season. And why shouldn’t they?