In the grand lexicon of bands that you do not, under any circumstances, heckle, Oxbow probably ranks in the highest. Why? Maybe this picture will illuminate the answer:
Would you heckle that man? … I didn’t think so. But people do. Once. And then never again. This man is Eugene Robison. He is the vocalist of Oxbow. I use the term vocalist here, but really, “voice” might be a more accurate description. He doesn’t sing; he yowls, screams, grunts and scats, but in this case scatting probably sounds less like a Jazz interlude and more like a wildebeest having an epileptic fit. Listening to him makes you feel a little unstable and very uncomfortable. Couple that with Oxbow’s Noise Music explorations into realms both caustic and claustrophobic, and you’ve got something that sounds like The Jesus Lizard if they’d had a more eclectic springboard from which to jump.
Robinson even draws comparisons to David Yow, The Jesus Lizard’s caterwauling front man of legendary acclaim. But Yow was never this deranged and The Jesus Lizard’s music was always straight shooting enough for them to garner popularity beyond the cult level. Oxbow’s sound roots into the ground of Noise Rock but also incorporates influences of Metal, Post-Hardcore, Blues, Free Jazz and even Musique concrete. It’s an eclectic blend that has grown almost sophisticated over time, but Oxbow has an inherently scatological and frenzied nature that time and age will not tame.
I alluded earlier to the dangers of heckling Oxbow and especially Eugene Robinson, but I feel I should set the record straight. Some have inferred that Oxbow is merely a vehicle for the members of the quartet to assault their audience on a physical level. While Oxbow’s music is intended to (heavily) assault your eardrums, to assume that the band actually wishes you bodily harm isn’t true, according to Robinson himself. Will the band end the fight if someone starts one though? The answer is: without a doubt, yes. But to go into Oxbow’s music thinking that it’s just the soundtrack to your face being broken would cause you to miss the fact that the music is, you know, really good.
Another good comparison to make for Oxbow would be to imagine if Captain Beefheart had gone more rhythmic and Metal. But even that perhaps belies a kind of coherency that Oxbow’s music is in the business of rejecting. This is about as far from Pop music as you can get and still remain in the realm of structure. Oxbow’s music is very structured, but the Free Jazz influences add a level of looseness to the overall feeling that keeps things from getting too rigid. I should warn you though, if you’re a fan of verse/chorus/verse songs, you aren’t going to find any with Oxbow. What you will find is some of the strangest music you could possibly create with the bare minimum tools of Guitar, Bass, Drums and Voice.
So if you’re feeling daring and want to know where best to start with this band, check out their album The Narcotic Story which was released via Hydra Head in 2007. This is likely their easiest album to be initiated with and is certainly their most sophisticated. After that, work your way backwards through their discography. But do not fear if you’re listening to Oxbow and are scratching your head in bewilderment. Initially, I didn’t get Oxbow and it was a good two years between my first and second album of theirs and even then another month before I really felt like I got a grip on them. Even now I can’t fully claim to understand this band, but these days I don’t feel I have to, I just sit back and enjoy the pandemonium of sound. I hope you do too.
Hey folks. So as I thought would happen, my schedule has pushed my posting into the land of infrequency. But that’s OK, as this was expected. I’m still working my way through the best of last year and pretty soon I’ll start tackling albums from this year. But first, something new.
The subtitle of this blog is “The Art Of Music Curation In Action.” What I want this blog to be is something very simple: a place where you, my friend or random person, can come and look around at what music I think is good or important enough to share with you. Not a day goes by where I do not think something along these lines: “I think that (name of friend) would really dig (name of artist)” or “It’s a shame more people don’t like (name of band.)” So to that end, this still new blog.
The whole purpose is to provide my friends with a place to come and check out new stuff, because I know that for most people, finding new music takes a lot more time and energy than it does for me. I’m not doing music news, or even just new albums and with that in mind, I’d like to start a new series of posts called “Spotlight On.” The purpose of this series will be to highlight artists I like and think you should know, not necessarily just one of their individual albums, but them as a whole, their body of work or just a couple songs I think everyone should hear.
So that’s basically it. I hope you enjoy this series and maybe find something new you like because of it. And to get the ball rolling, allow me to shine the spotlight on:
Astronautalis
When Hip-Hop was first birthed, I sincerely doubt it ever was ever envisioned that a man like Astronautalis could ever exist. Born Charles Andrew Bothwell, Astronautalis began his career in music as a freestyling battle rapper, which is not something you would immediately guess hearing his music for the first time. In fact, hearing his music for the first time, you probably wouldn’t know exactly what to think… or what century you’re in. Gifted with a silvery tongue and quick-witted sense of story, Astronautalis fashions a kind of music that at one time sounds totally anachronistic and yet thoroughly modern. After all, this is technically Hip-Hop, but it doesn’t sound like it. It sounds old. But not like old Hip-Hop. Just old.
Astronautalis’ is something of a Blues man when it comes to story if not structure. Either that, or he’s a con man that’s just grabbed the bag of money and left you with the blood on your hands when the sheriff shows up to arrest you both. Further more, there’s no proof that he was ever there at all. That’s a sample of the world you enter when listening to his music. Astronautalis could be called the Tom Waits of Hip-Hop, in that his music eclectically fuses elements of Americana, Folk and Nick Cave-like storytelling with crackly vinyl beats. He may not have the robust growl that Waits posses, but what he does have is spotless diction and a gripping command of tall tales.
Though he looks thoroughly unassuming, do not be deceived by this man. Astronautalis is the kind of wordsmith who will charm his way into your house, eat your dinner, make your mother laugh and before you know it, have married you and disappeared into the night with all the family jewels. He will do this by talking. I know it sounds like I’m writing about pathological liar and not a musician, but that is the kind of feeling you get listening to his lyrics. Every story is true and everything he says is a lie.
The combination of these fisherman’s tales with the almost Steampunk-esque beats is a match made in heaven for people who appreciate a sort of eclecticism in their Hip-Hop or the kind of genre crossing music created by people like the aforementioned Nick Cave and Tom Waits. The album to start with if you want to get into Astronautalis is called Pomegranate, as it features his most focused work to date as well as some of his most riveting stories. We don’t even get one song into the album before he’s on the run from the law and wooing married women. In fact, “The Wondersmith And His Sons“ is one of his best songs and if it hooks you like it hooked me, don’t be surprised, it’s a damn fine piece of music.
So that’s about it. I hate coming up with clever endings, so to close out, I wish you well and hope that you continue to enjoy the music. Cheers.
Recommended Listening:
The Mighty Ocean And Nine Dark Theaters (2006, Fighting Records)
Pomegranate (2008, Eyeball Records)
Tracklist:
01: “The Wondersmith And His Sons”
02: “Skeleton (Everybody’s Favorite)”
03: “Two Years Before The Mast”
04: “Astigmatism”
05: “A Love Song For Gary Numan”
06: “Trouble Hunters”
07: “Be Careful Of What You Wish For” (Produced by zoën)
(The names on the Tracklist are correct. Not all names in the player are. But the numbers line up.)
Not everything needs to be complicated. In the rush of modern living we’re constantly being battered about by media overload, people overload and even thought overload. I’ve been told I think about things too much and I know I try to do too much in the space of a day and then feel bad about myself when I don’t meet my own impossible standards. It’s stupid really. You’re probably wondering what this has to do with Fences. I suppose it doesn’t really, but I can’t help but feel an ease of calmness settle throughout my being whenever I listen to this record. It’s a kind of tranquility that escapes us in our day-to-day lives, and being able to find such simple quiet within an album of music makes Fences worth whatever time you can give it.
Fences, the (mostly) acoustic folk project of one Chris Mansfield (a local yokel to my home town of Seattle,) brings my mind back to a simpler time and place: A place where you can be satisfied to sit on a hill overlooking the Sound and be content just to sit and enjoy the breeze and sunlight. Real sunlight. Cool breeze. Perfect summer weather, with no gadgets or loud noises to disturb you. That’s the place that Fences’ music takes me.
Mansfield’s music isn’t overly produced or super difficult: this is Indie Pop to a certain extent. Or Indie Folk Pop if you want to get technical. The songs are fairly simple in their verse chorus verse structure and built around Mansfield’s acoustic strumming and soothing voice. Of course, this isn’t exactly happy music. Fences’ songs are all about the sticky interactions of Mansfield’s interpersonal relationships. Love, loss and fucking up are the themes of the day, but the beautifully uncomplicated nature of Fences’ music allows the listener to identify particularly closely with him in a way you might have difficulty doing with even the most human of rock stars. Which should be a bummer, but the music provided by Mansfield and his backing band is just so damn pretty that you can’t help but feel good even as he sings “I’m fucking up/I’m fucking up/I’m fucking up everything” during the anthematic chorus of the album’s lead single “Girls With Accents.”
There’s a bit of Rob Crow in his sound, but with more acoustics and less dreamlike vocals. Fences music is very grounded in reality and the painful situations that life puts us in sometimes. The album is short but sweet, a little more than half an hour of gentle sounds and stumbling relationships, with some excellent standout tracks. There are the obvious poppy singles of “Girls With Accents” and “Sadie” which features an almost Rock chorus and has Mansfield raising his voice above it’s usual, almost lilting register. But my favorite songs are these: the longest song on the album “My Girl The Horse,” which is a sad song (of course) about Mansfield’s failing kinship with a horse OR a sad song using the metaphor of horses to detail another breaking friendship/relationship. Either way, it’s a melancholy but gorgeous piece. The other favorite is “Your Bones,” the penultimate song on the album evokes the dark of a warm evening in August, with heartbreaking overtones. The subject matter of the song recalls the perspective of someone (Mansfield’s loved one,) telling him that they’re no longer in love with him and that there is someone else. The chorus is Mansfield pleading with his loved one not go. The song is very short, but I find something about it completely captivating, though painful.
Relationships are complicated. Fences songs are not complicated on a musical level, but on a lyrical level, the difficulties arise. The great balance of his music is the straightforward nature of the music coupled with thorny themes and stories. I hope you enjoy this record as much as I did, though you’re going to have to wait till the summer to enjoy it with a view.
Top Tracks: “My Girl The Horse” & “Your Bones”
Also Included: “Girls With Accents”
17: Ceschi Ramos
Album: The One Man Band Broke Up
Genre: Hip-Hop/Indie Rock
Label: Fake Four Inc.
(I like to write things in threes.)
Ceschi (pronounced chess-key) Ramos is the founder of Fake Four Inc., an indie label that’s been making waves as of late. In the grand pecking order of pigeonholing, keeping Fake Four in a box is difficult as they traffic in everything from post-modern Hip-Hop (Awol One, Factor & Dark Time Sunshine) to bizarre Indie Rock (Gregory Pepper, Pretend You’re Happy & Boy In Static.) The eclecticism of the label reflects that of its founder, as Ceschi has had his four finger (he’s only got that many on his right hand) in a number of different musical pies over the years, from his own Anonymous Inc. to Toca (a Indie Pop Fusion band with his brother David) to Metalcore growlers Dead By Wednesday. When flying solo though, Ceschi likes to blend his various influences into a strong hallucinogenic concoction in a sturdy Hip-Hop glass that’s meant to be enjoyed slowly, not downed in one gulp.
Ceschi’s most recent solo album, The One Man Band Broke Up, also happens to be the strongest work he’s done to date. His first collaboration with German beatsmith DJ Scientist, One Man Band is a concept album about the rise and fall of a musician named Julius and his one-man band The Bearded Savior. But Ceschi also uses the story of this fictional character to paint a real life portrait of his own fears of failure, problems with the record industry and the struggle of being an independent musician. In the realm of Underground Hip-Hop, Ceschi’s irreverent lyrical and delivery style puts him somewhere between the Spoken Word techniques of Sage Francis, the fantastic wonderworkings of Astronautalis and the unorthodox reconstructionist tactics of Onry Ozzborn. This, combined with DJ Scientist’s lo-fidelity audio sculptures, built from somber horn sections, crackling vinyl piano samples and dirty drum hits, makes for a tragically sad tapestry that is both fraying at the edges and breathtakingly beautiful.
Ceschi doesn’t have what you would probably call a “pretty” voice, but he’s a master of dexterous word play, and when he really wants to, can spit like a machinegun loaded with lightning… or shurikens. His tales carry the great weight of the story of Julius And The Bearded Savior, which, while a little difficult to follow at times (I don’t know how liner the narrative is,) is both a moody rumination and also possibly a cautionary tale to those who would try to tread the same path as Ceschi or even his fictionalized counterpart.
To get the whole of this rogues yarn, you need to listen to the album in full (something you should do anyways,) but it’s not as though individual tracks don’t stand out. My favorite cuts from the album come early on, with the 2nd and 3rd track. “Half Mast” sets the stage for the story as well as introducing us to a bit of Ceschi’s own back story. I should point out that the perspective for most of the album is Ceschi singing about Julius, though at times the lines between perspectives blur, as to when the story is Ceschi’s and when its about Julius. “Half Mast” and the world weary “No New York” are two examples of when the story could be about Ceschi or Julius interchangeably. “No New York” is actually another of my favorite songs and even features an appearance by Astronautalis, although he doesn’t really do much, just kind of mumbling at the end of the song.
The album is not frontloaded though, every song is excellent and every song, even some of the odd interludes play a part in furthering the story. It’s not a very happy tale, as evidenced by the harpsichord driven “Hangman” whose cheerful chorus features the lines “hang in there hangman/swinging from the gallows/all the dust from your bones/will make the flowers grow.” The song is also a bit of a dead mans party, with guest raps from Shoshin, M!c King and Ceschi’s own brother David Ramos. But ultimately, The One Man Band Broke Up is an extraordinary album and showcases Ceschi’s best and most emotionally raw work thus far. I know I only seem to talk about sad albums, but if you’re going to pick just one album to get your woe on, pick this one. You can bob your head to this one.
Top Tracks: “Half Mast,” “No New York ” & “Hangman”
OK. So if it’s not clear yet, it will become so soon: I’m a huge fan of the record label Fake Four Inc. Two of their albums made it on to my best of 2010 list and they provide a home to a number of my favorite artists. Even the musicians on Fake Four who I’m not exactly familiar with I assume to be good because of their presence on the label. The consistency of releases is solid enough as to generate that kind of trust. And that makes me hopeful for the future of the Indie Label as an institution to a certain extent. I’m planning on beginning a series of posts that feature my favorite records from my favorite labels, but that’s still in the planning stages. Right now, I want to draw your attention to this poster:
Looks juicy don’t it? If I didn’t need to be in town for something important the night of and after, I would hop a plane down to this shindig in a heartbeat. In terms of this shit being bananas, these bananas are in pajamas and they’re bouncing down the motherfucking stairs. None of my friends live in LA, so nobody I know is going to this show, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna celebrate in my own way.
Friends. For your listening pleasure I have put together a playlist for you to get your groove on to that features some of the best cuts from the Fake Four Fest artists. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do and I hope that, if the beat moves you, you stand up… if you wanna get down.
Tracklist:
01: 400 on the BPM by K-The-I???
02: Keep It Cool by M!c King
03: Intimidated By Silence by Cars & Trains
04: Half Mast by Ceschi Ramos
05: Run by Dark Time Sunshine
06: The Case Of William Smith by Astronautalis
07: Slow Years by Blue Sky Black Death
08: Longshots by Sole And The Skyrider Band
09: Elevated by Myka 9
10: Sunset Sandwich by Awol One & Factor
11: The Fall Of Captain E.O. by Ceschi & Factor
12: Stand Up (feat. Aesop Rock) by Awol One, Myka 9 And Factor
Massive Attack are the O.G. of Trip-Hop. Practically having invented the genre in the 90’s, the band’s melding of Hip-Hop influenced delivery with electronica backed beats has become something of an institution of reliable synthetic music. While the group’s line-up has had slight shifts over their two decades+ of existence (Tricky was a member once upon a time,) the core duo of Robert Del Naja and Grant Marshall has remained intact and they continue to produce heady albums of chilled out soundscapes that put their imitators to shame. Heligoland is their first album in 7 years and the first to feature the core duo working together again since 1998’s dark opus of Mezzanine. While their previous album, 100th Window was good, it’s failing was that it shed what warmth there was in Mezzanine for an icy, almost crystalline sound that communicated a void of human contact, probably due to the fact that Del Naja produced the album without the help of Marshall.
Heligoland is far from the cold loneliness of 100th Window and is, in a way, the opposite side of the coin from Mezzanine: where that album was a shadowy series of corridors, Heligoland might as well be broad daylight, filled with the light of the sun and warm breezes rather than the artificial heat of Mezzanine. Heligoland is, in fact, Massive Attack’s most organic sounding album since Blue Lines, their debut. I could fault this album for not being able to top Mezzanine, but really, I wasn’t expecting it to do so. Does it stand up on it’s own though? Certainly. Over the course of 10 songs, Massive Attack creates an engagingly trippy album that is abound with catchy sytnhs and gorgeous vocals.
Heligoland is Massive Attack’s most guest heavy album to date, featuring vocal contributions from the likes of Tunde Adebimpe (of TV on the Radio fame,) Martina Topley-Bird, and even Gorillaz mastermind Damon Albarn on the mournful “Saturday Come Slow.” However, despite the plethora of famous folks guesting on this album, the two best songs come from the core Massive Attack camp. The first of these two is the drivingly bass powered “Girl I Love You” which features the incomparable Reggae singer Horace Andy, Massive attack’s oldest and most reliable vocalist. While not an official member of the band, Andy has been singing with Massive Attack on every album since the beginning and he’s still their most effective voice. The song features a rumbling bass line backed by deep, resonant big band horn blasts that give the song a decidedly epic feel.
However, It is the final song on the album that takes home the prize for best overall track. “Atlas Air” features the cool, narcotized vocals of Robert Del Naja, Massive Attack co-founder and primary vocalist/programmer, over a progressively growing and morphing beat, which while beginning simply enough with just alternating stomping percussion, slowly becomes, through it’s seven+ minute length, a transcendental blitz of grooving, rhythmic synth lines that will have you tapping your foot and nodding your whole body in no time. To wrap up, if you’re a fan of Trip-Hop you need this record. If you like electronic music, you need this record. If you like Massive Attack, don’t expect a better piece than Mezzanine, but still cop this record. That’s all.
Top Tracks: “Girl I Love You” & “Atlas Air.”
19: Harvey Milk
Album: A Small Turn Of Human Kindness
Genre: Sludge Metal
Label: Hydra Head
Brief preface: This is likely the most challenging album I’ll be covering on the Top 20 list. It is not easy or light listening and if you are afraid of the dark void that eats away at your soul every day, pushing you ever closer to the edge of this mortal coil, then you should probably stop reading now. However. If you like Sludge Metal, the dark void that eats away at your soul every day and my writing, then by all means, keep reading.
Athens, Georgia’s Harvey Milk are no stranger to tackling subjects of misery and mortality in their music. The Sludge Metal trio’s previous work, Life… The Best Game In Town dealt closely with the fear of death and it’s inevitability, all the while creating slamming noise-ridden Sludge music, which they’ve become famous for. But the odd truth of Life… is that Creston Spires, Harvey Milk’s unassuming looking front man, considers it to be their worst work to date. Now, personally, I find that Life… is a truly excellent album and also the album that got me into the band. But that aside, Life… is Harvey Milk’s pop album. The songs are contained to themselves, they have noticeable hooks, even rough melodies at times and all of them feature blistering guitar solos that cause the listener to keep in mind Harvey Milk’s classic rock roots. A Small Turn Of Human Kindness on the other hand, is about as far from pop in structure and sound as the band’s sound is from the sound of Athens, Georgia’s most well known musical export: R.E.M.
A Small Turn Of Human Kindness clocks in at roughly 37 minutes in length, features seven tracks all of which are less individual songs and more individual movements in the overall composition of the piece. The album flows together so seamlessly that it is hard to tell where tracks end and begin, and while none of the tracks can really stand on their own, when experienced as a whole, the albums arch and execution becomes more powerful than anything the band has constructed before. Whereas Life… was a sturdy collection of Harvey Milk’s various styles and ranges, A Small Turn focuses into one truncated path, that of the slow tempoed, grinding engine that is their forte. The music has taken on an intensely minimalistic approach, with the dirge-like chords and molasses paced drumming dragging through the album like a body through the muck. That, coupled with Creston Spires’ anguished vocals, makes for a truly harrowing listening. All to drive the concept of the album home.
The band has always had a sense of humor about themselves before now, and rightly so: Metal is an inherently ridiculous genre sometimes. But on A Small Turn, all humor and self-deprecation is abandoned in favor of lyrics and atmosphere so bleak and colorless that this might as well be a Black Metal album. It’s not melodramatic or campy kind of seriousness; it’s grim and stone-faced, like there’s been a death in the family. Appropriate too, as the albums story is that of the events leading up to a suicide. The six tracks prior to the finale all build upon each other, revealing new turns and shifts in the grim story until we reach the brutal conclusion of “I Did Not Call Out” in which, amid devastating crashing riffs, Spires’ wounded water buffalo cries describes the suicide itself and how he has done nothing to prevent it.
Sonically speaking, this is a horror movie of the first rate. Not a loony monster movie or something from the Saw series, but a tale of the darkest parts of the human condition, which leaves you feeling cold and alone. Like Nine Inch Nails’ suicide opera, The Downward Spiral before it, this album is grimy, scary and perfectly constructed. It is free of irony and utterly disturbing to listen to. It’s also one of the finest things Harvey Milk has ever set to record and one of the best Metal albums from last year. I’d be extremely gentle with this album. It is not for the feint of heart. But if you’re a fan of challenging Sludge music, then you’ll like this as I do.
Top Tracks: Not Applicable. The nature of the album negates my ability to decide on individual tracks to single out. For your listening pleasure, I have included two of my favorite tracks from Harvey Milk’s previous album, Life… The Best Game In Town.
So 2010 totally just happened… yes, of course we’re still talking about this. I didn’t do much writing last year and didn’t cover anything music related that happened last year in my writing that I did do. So while I’m tackling other topics, I’m also going to take you back through my 20 favorite records (with additional two special prizes) of 2010 in reverse order. A lot of fantastic music was released last year and it’s given 2011 a high standard to rise to. By the by, If you think 20 records is a long list, keep in mind I was paring it down from about 50 or 60. OK. So on to criteria be in the Top 20:
The record had to be originally released in 2010. So no re-releases.
I have to have heard the record in full. If I didn’t hear it, I can’t count it now can I?
I have to have heard the record in 2010. (There is a special exception.)
Not that hard as you see. Mostly, I just had to like the record enough to listen to it multiple times and not get sick of it. This series of articles will feature two records every post counting down from 20. I hope that you find something you like in all of this. You never know, you might find something cool you missed out on. So here goes. But first, I’d like to award the special prizes.
The Best Of 2010 Pt. 0: Special Prizes.
22: BlackTusk
Album: Taste The Sin
Genre: Swamp Metal
Label: Relapse
Special Prize Awarded: Because I didn’t hear it until 2011.
Savannah, Georgia is home to a powerful trifecta of Metal bands. Baroness is likely their most well known export with Kylesa second behind them. But my favorite of the moment is a decidedly vicious trio called BlackTusk who, while sharing similar roots with their hometown brethren, traffic in a much doomier, swampy kind of Metal than either of the aforementioned bands. Taste The Sin, BlackTusk’s third LP, finds the group pummeling their way through ten aggressive thunderers that will leave you shaking in your boots or pumping your fist in the air. Whichever comes first.
BlackTusk’s particular aesthetic takes many cues from their contemporaries (High On Fire being one example,) but they also trace their style back to the Hardcore Punk of Black Flag and the more Classic Metal of bands like Motorhead. The blend of methods results in an album rife with deep, grooving riffs, beastly drumming and war crying vocals. The best example of this combination comes with the song “Way Of Horse And Bow” an anthem of horsemanship during a time of war with an utterly ferocious riff backing it up. When BlackTusk cries “Mount! Your! Steed!” you better already be in the damn saddle. The song arches nicely through speed and aggression, ending with slow, punishing Metal glory.
The other best track is the scathing betrayal tirade of “Twist The Knife” a muckier piece than “Way Of Horse And Bow” the song thrashes around while the three members of BlackTusk bellow scornful roars against the one who has betrayed them, declaring this enemy to have words of shit as they twist the knife again and again, further undercutting their reliability.
In closing, if you like Swampy, Sludgy, Hardcore influenced Metal music, then you will certainly enjoy BlackTusk’s Taste The Sin. I felt they deserved an honorary prize, because if I had heard this record last year, it certainly would have made the Top 20.
Top Tracks: “Way Of Horse And Bow” & “Twist The Knife.”
21: Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
Album: VS. Redux
Genre: Northwest Hip-Hop
Label: Self-Released
Special Prize Awarded: Because it’s a Remix EP.
Last year… whoops… two years ago now, local emcee & producer duo Macklemore & Ryan Lewis dropped their debut collaboration; the impeccable VS. EP. The EP combined Macklemore’s downright wholesome, self-portrait style of rapping with Ryan Lewis’s Indie Rock sample heavy production to create one of the best local releases of 2009 and just one of the best collections of songs I’d heard all year. And one of the best parts was they released it for free. Fast forward to 2010. Macklemore and Ryan Lewis re-release the VS EP as the VS Redux, with additional remixed tracks by Jake One, Budo, P Smoov, Sabzi and Ryan Lewis himself.
The VS Redux has done quite well by them, even charting to the Top 10 on iTunes soon after it’s release. Now, the only thing that keeps this record from the Top 20 is that it is both a re-release and a remix album. But it’s still fantastic. The original seven songs from the VS. EP are all quite strong by themselves and the additional content shapes this up to one of the best Hip-Hop records in local memory.
The strongest of the Remixes is probably Ryan Lewis’s tormentingly gorgeous remix of “Otherside” Macklemore’s painful tale of his drug addiction (he’s now over two years sober.) This version of the song does away with the Red Hot Chili Peppers bass sample and builds a more live band arrangement with an additional chorus provided by local singer-songwriter Fences, which serves to add to the haunting loneliness of the song. In severe contrast, P Smoov of Mad Rad and Fresh Espresso comes in to add some much needed levity with his decidedly lighthearted remix of “Irish Celebration” which takes Mack’s send up of his Irish heritage and turns it from a more refined barroom cheer along to a mad dance spectacle. After “Otherside,” though, the break is much needed.
Jake One contributes a solid remix of “Crew Cuts,” Budo turns “The End” into an even more beautiful song, but my favorite song from the EP is without a doubt Sabzi of The Blue Scholars reinvented version of Macklemore’s “The Town” possibly the most heartfelt song I’ve ever heard about Seattle and the history of it’s Hip-Hop scene. Not many pieces of music have ever moved me to tears, but “The Town” comes damn close. If you are a fan of Hip-Hop or want to hear one of the best artists local to Seattle, then get thee to whatever music outlet you use and cop the VS. Redux. You will not be disappointed.
Top Tracks: "Otherside (Feat. Fences) [Ryan Lewis Remix]" & "The Town (Sabzi Remix)"
Onry Ozzborn has been prolific these past few years. From 2008 to last year he’s released at least an album a year, but usually more. From The Gigantics epic Die Already to the trippy psychedelia of Dark Time Sunshine’s debut album Vessel, the man has kept up a consistent quality of work and productivity that puts other acts in local Hip-Hop to shame. That being said, he also seems to stay out of the spotlight that usual shines on the big names in Seattle Hip-Hop while remaining their equal, if not their better.
At the end of 2010 Onry dropped his sixth solo album, NO HOAX, for free download via Fake Four Inc. The album is a solid release on it’s own but it’s also designed to get people prepared for Hold On For Dear Life, purported to be Onry’s last solo album. What this means I don’t know for sure. Is he retiring entirely? Probably not considering he seems to be at the top of his game right now. Hopefully it simply means more collaborations in the future. But nonetheless, it makes me nervous/excited to hear this record. For your listening pleasure: “The Needle” off of NO HOAX. The song is Onry’s send up to Seattle and it’s music scene. Good stuff.
-Mogwai-
Of the pretentiously titled Post-Rock genre, Mogwai is one of the bands I am least familiar with. The Scottish band is known for down tempo, guitar-fueled instrumental rock that works like watching an ocean storm with lots of crests and waves ebbing and flowing throughout their music. In terms of the Mogwai I’ve heard, it’s pretty transcendental stuff. That being said, they’ve got a new album coming out on Sub Pop on February 15th, the brilliantly christened Hardcore Will Never Die, But You Will. The two songs I’ve heard from it so far are both excellent, the decidedly rockist “San Pedro” being good, but the slower and space-fuzzed “Rano Pano” is certainly my favorite of the two. If the rest of the album is as consistent as these two tracks, then it should be worth your time and another feather in Sub Pop’s cap. If you want to hear “Rano Pano” just scroll down.
-Twilight Singers-
For a very long time, I wasn’t really into Greg Dulli’s stuff. I can take or leave The Afghan Whigs, but goddamn if the Twilight Singers have not become one of my favorite bands as of late. And just in time to find out that Dynamite Steps, their newest album, will be released by Sub Pop on February 15th of this year (yes, the same day as Mogwai. I’m so frickin’ excited.) Greg Dulli’s dark tales of misplaced love, desperate confessions and life after the sun sets on a shady city are backed by smoky, piano and electronic laced Rock that proves that you don’t have to be confined to 12 bars to sing the blues. If this new record is half as good as Powder Burns then it’s going to be a doozy. Damn. Sub Pop’s doing something right this year. For your listening pleasure: I’ve got a cut off Dynamite Steps called “On The Corner.” Hope you like it.
-Saul Williams-
I feel we should close with something special. And I can’t think of anything more special than a new Saul Williams album. Saul being one of the two guys I credit with getting me into Hip-Hop, whenever he drops something new it’s a sign of good things to come. It’s going to be difficult to top the sheer levels of awesomeness he achieved with The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! But the first single to be released from the new album, “Explain My Heart,” is a nice indication of a solid album. Admittedly, it showcases Saul singing more than rapping, but that’s ok as his singing voice has always been good and seems to be getting better overtime. The vocals on this track even sound a bit like TV on the Radio harmonies.
The album doesn’t have a set release date yet, so we’re going to have to wait in the cold for a little. But there is not reason not to pick it up when it comes out. Even if you think you don’t like Hip-Hop, Saul will change your mind, just like he changed mine. Added bonus: the album’s name is Volcanic Sunlight. I’m ready. For your listening pleasure: “Explain My Heart.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, wraps up our two parter on what I’m looking forward to in 2011. Of course, there’s a lot more set to happen out there, more bands making more music that even I don’t know about, but hopefully I’ve given you something to look forward to as well. Until next time. Cheers!
