VITAL REVERB: SEPTEMBER 9, 2009 Sounding Off On The Sounds You Need
ILAD
Here//There
Syjip
ESM Rating: 8/10
Where to begin with mysterious Richmond, VA, quartet ILAD? Comprised of two classically
trained composers (guitarist Clifton McDaniel and keyboardist/electronicist
Gabe Churray), a freelance drummer (Scott Clark), and a salsa bassist (Cameron
Ralston), ILAD boasts an
improvisational spirit, excellent psych-rock chops, and a tendency to drift
into free-jazz and abstract electronica territory. Although the resulting gumbo
may not sound appealing, the band’s third album, Here//There, rambles and wanders while still maintaining a cohesive
vibe.
Opener “TV Sutra” boasts intoxicating Eastern
instrumentation and spoken-word lyrics, calling to mind The Doors’ epic “The
End” in both sound and feeling. “Conservation” flits in and out of earshot, its
brightly picked guitars driving the song forward into the squelchy psychedelia
of “Magazine,” all distorted vocals, queasy organs, and ramshackle percussion.
“Mexico” sounds like a standard downbeat alt-country number all the way up until
the five-minute mark, when a jammy piano solo takes over, while “Black Gold”
ventures deeper into Southern rock slide-guitar territory. And “I Just Stopped
By” could pass for an old My Morning Jacket track, as tender acoustic guitars
and reverb-heavy lyrics breathe life into the singer’s plea.
After that straightforward trifecta, ILAD returns to its jazzy roots on the
freeform “Wish For A Flood,” the urgent anti-war screed “Lou Dobbs,” and the
cosmic “I’m Not Mean.” At some point, Here//There’s hour-plus running time and conceptual art-rock sequencing may catch up with
the average listener, leaving oddball tracks like “Everyone Hurts (Everyone)” and
“Extraordinary Machine” sounding out of place. Yet the woozy electronica of
“Everybody” and the clip-clop country-rock of “December” rescue the album from a sour ending. ILAD might not become the most blogged
about band on Hype Machine, but they don’t
need buzz like that — Here//There’s solid 15 tracks are all the proof anyone needs that some of the most
talented bands in the indie rock universe come from right here on the East
Coast. By Nick McGregor
Drug Rug
Paint The Fence Invisible
Black & Greene
ESM Rating: 7/10
Paint The
Fence Invisible is an adorable album
recorded by the cute, stylish couple that formed Drug Rug in 2006, conquering the fickle bitch that is sincerity in their
willingness to delineate from one sound to another. Thomas Allen and Sarah
Cronin are so endearing in a variety of categories, ranging from their love-till-death
approach, their prodigious use of outlets such as Twitter and Myspace, their
cheery visual appearance, and their tour friendship with the likes of Dr. Dog
and Fiery Furnaces. What’s surprising is that the same holds true in their
vocal compatibility.
To be honest, Drug
Rug’s sophomore album didn’t hook me on the first or second go-around. Now
that I’m armed with a bit of background knowledge, the highly valuable perks of Paint The Fence Invisible are showing
through. The band has been compared to old-hat-meets-indie-improvement on
several media fronts; think The Beach Boys, Bob Dylan, The Byrds, and Velvet
Underground with contemporary flair and fluff. But I think Allen and Cronin deserve
a little more credit for creating original recipes, not just changing old ones.
Timelining Paint The Fence Invisible by reverting back to the past takes something away from the band’s beginnings
in the present.
Thomas and Sarah are clearly in love, have now written
two great albums about being in love, and I appreciate the energy they bring to
a subject so often taken for granted. “Haunting You” is lovely, despite the
song’s name and the fact that it was recorded in a haunted house; whining
instrumentation on “Never Tell” makes me consider loving whiners; and Cronin’s
scratchy vocals on “Blue Moon” are rugged and loveable. Best of all, after a
few more listens, Paint The Fence
Invisible slows down a bit and loves me back. By Will Tunstall
Troublemaker
The Maestro
Hollyrock
ESM Rating: 7/10
Josh Kouzomis, otherwise known in the DJ world as Troublemaker, has led an eventful life:
music director at Ohio University’s ACRN, Epitaph Records radio promoter,
Celestial Recordings co-founder, remixer of everyone from Justice to Linkin
Park to Johnny Cash to Good Charlotte, and resident DJ at the Hard Rock Hotel
Las Vegas. You may wonder how the guy has time to actually record and release
music, but he’s done just that with solo debut The Maestro, released on his own Hollyrock imprint.
The Maestro straddles the best of both East Coast hip-hop and
west coast club worlds, jumping from energetic breakbeat workouts like “Louder”
to swaggering rhyme showcases like “Work It Out,” which features Brooklyn-born MCs
Naptron and Phoenix Orion. “All Night” relies on a catchy alt-rock guitar riff,
shiny beats, and Iggy Pop-like vocals from Messinian to make its dance floor-ready
case, while The 87 Stick Up Kids and Micah James lend a darkly humorous lyrical
bent to the police brutality tale “Mr. Officer.” But the fun returns in short
order, as cheesy ‘80s sound effects and speaker-rattling bass make “Hollyrock
Beatdown” the perfect shit-talking DJ track.
The Maestro stumbles a bit when Troublemaker teams up with girl-rapper Baby Cashtrid for the poppy
“I’m Famous,” but sultry Lady Tigra saves the female guest spot from
irrelevance on the electrifying “TNT.” Micah James’ unadulterated flow on “Tight
Rope” also saves The Maestro from an
extraneous club-heavy gloss, but it’s the emotional sheen of album closer
“Significant Other” that really highlights Troublemaker’s talents: in 32 short minutes, the Los Angeles native wraps silly, serious,
and sentimental all up in one easily digestible package. –NM
Yim Yames
Tribute To
ATO
ESM Rating: 8/10
Don’t be fooled by the silent Ys: Yim Yames is the thinly veiled
pseudonym of My Morning Jacket frontman Jim James, who bolstered his long
resume in 2009 by joining Conor Oberst and M. Ward in the aptly named
supergroup Monsters Folk and releasing a six-song tribute to fallen Beatle
George Harrison simply titled Tribute To.
Recorded in 2001 immediately after Harrison’s death, Tribute To contains little more than acoustic guitar, Yames’ multi-tracked, reverb-drenched
vocals, and six of the Quiet Beatle’s finest moments.
Opener “Long, Long, Long” — originally a White Album gem — gets by on a
hauntingly sparse guitar riff and mournful vocals from Yames, before languid post-breakup number “Behind That Locked Door”
inherits a bit of Southern twang, something Harrison surely thought of when he
penned the track for Bob Dylan in 1970. Yames takes the original Eastern inspiration of 1966’s “Love You To” (widely
considered the first Western pop song to incorporate Indian elements) and
relocates it to the banjo-led Southern Gothic backwoods, before stripping “My
Sweet Lord” down to its majestic bones, reminding us in the process of
Harrison’s prodigious talents. But it’s existential closer “All Things Must
Pass” that brings a tear quickest to the eye, as Yames’ pitch-perfect approximation of Harrison’s honey-dipped voice
adds extra weight to the song. Know what’s really fun? Give Tribute To’s stark spirituality a spin while debating whether Harrison
would have approved of Paul McCartney and Ringo Starr’s decision to market The
Beatles: Rock Band as a $250 video game. –NM
The Octopus
Project
Golden Beds EP
Peek-A-Boo
ESM Rating: 6/10
The Octopus
Project first came to my attention
by way of their excellent collaboration with Black Moth Super Rainbow on 2006’s The House Of Apples And Eyeballs.
That history made me expect something different from the Austin, TX, trio’s
newest EP, Golden Beds, but instead
of in-your-face electronica and syrupy vocoder lyrics, the six-song set
contains organic and warm offerings that point in a new direction. “Wet Gold”
features bleating synthesizers and cozy vocal harmonies layered over standard
drums and lightheaded keys, while “Moon Boil” comes off as more abrasive, with
crunchy and frenetic guitar riffs zooming from end to end of the
two-and-a-half-minute track. The Octopus
Project’s trademark feedback-heavy lyrics return on “Moon Boil,” allowing the
entire concoction to build to an exhilarating bubble.
Contrasting those two short but sweet contributions,
“Rorol,” retooled from the band’s 2002 debut, never builds on an eerie theremin
opening, wasting nearly a third of Golden
Beds. “Wood Trumpet” is basically instrumental electro-lite with an indie
rock lilt, packing a punch that may have felt stronger with lyrics, while EP
closer “Half A Nice Day” relies strictly on blips and bloops to further its
candy-coated message. No matter what path The
Octopus Project pursues next, one of Golden
Beds’ diverse six tracks will
have pointed in that direction, making it a perfect stopgap for fans and
newcomers alike. –NM