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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.     

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Foo Fighters "Wasting Light"

Music review: Foo Fighters Move Forward with Wasting Light

By The Burg Staff on Apr. 13, 2011
By Matt Ashare
Is it finally time to stop referring to Foo Fighters frontman Dave Grohl as that guy who played drums in Nirvana? Sure, his powerhouse backbeats were integral to the explosive drive of 1991’s landmark Nevermind — you might say, Grohl put the hard in Kurt Cobain’s rock.
But that was 20 years ago. And it’s not like he’s been even the least bit idle since Cobain’s 1994 suicide: The Foos emerged as a fully-formed modern-rock entity in the spring of ‘95 and, with the release of Wasting Light this week, they’ve now got seven studio albums to their credit. Indeed, given the number of lineup changes the Foos have endured, they’ve shown a remarkable consistency, artistically and commercially, over the past decade and a half. (Unless you count the acoustic side of 2005’s 2-CD In Your Honor as some kind of major deviation, which I don’t.)
     And in his spare time, Grohl has found time to team up with guitarist Josh Homme, returning to the drums for Queens of the Stone Age’s metal epic “Songs for the Deaf” in 2001 and then partnering with Homme and former Led Zeppelin bassist John Paul Jones as Them Crooked Vultures. (The super-trio’s self-titled debut came out in 2009 and they’ve reportedly got another one on the way.)
     Wasting Light is already being hailed by some — Rolling Stone comes to mind — as the best FF disc since The Colour and the Shape (1997), and it very well might be. But it’s definitely not simply a return to the form of that disc — to the tightly wound pop-punk of “Monkey Wrench” or the brooding power-balladry of “My Hero.” That much is apparent from the muscular guitar riff that introduces the disc’s first single, “Rope”: It certainly owes more to the retro-alloys Homme mines in Queens of the Stone Age than anything Grohl’s done on his own before, and probably more still to the “Black Dog” wizardry of John Paul Jones. There’s even a drum solo refrain leading into an heroic guitar solo that’s just so early-’70s arena rawk, if you know what I mean.
     Grohl hasn’t completely gone over to the dark side. No, he’s simply put together what stands as the Foos’ most musically ambitious album to date, an amalgam of grunge, punk, metal and power-pop that’s never too fractious. “Rope,” for example, wouldn’t be a single if it weren’t for its sugary — yet never quite syrupy — chorus, which builds to a nice melodic climax before those serrated guitars return.
     Unrequited love mixes with ambivalence, bitterness even, in “Dear Rosemary,” a kiss-off of sorts bolstered by a wall of anthemic guitars and the kind of clever-enough refrain (“Truth ain’t gonna change the way lie/Youth ain’t gonna change the way you die”) that’s been Grohl’s stock-in-trade since the first FF disc.  But “White Limo,” with its screamed vocals and dark, churning guitars is twisted metal through and through. It really wouldn’t seem out of place on one of Homme’s Queens discs.
     And, yet, the ghosts of Nirvanas past can’t help but haunt Wasting Light. Not only did Grohl bring Butch Vig, the engineer who helped mastermind the alt-rock breakthrough of Nevermind, back to produce the disc, but Nirvana adjunct guitarist (and former Foo Fighter) Pat Smear has rejoined the band. As if that weren’t enough to make the connection, that’s Kirst Novoselic’s anchoring the angst of the wistful “I Should Have Known,” which rises to a screaming crescendo with Grohl repeating the pained, “No, I cannot forgive you yet…” He may be talking about Kurt, but I kinda doubt it. . .
Ashare is a freelance writer based in Lynchburg and former music editor for The Boston Phoenix.