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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Noisepaper Approved Movie: Beach Balls (1988)
Beach Balls is a classic 1960's "beach party" film, via unmistakable late 80's excess. That is to say that it is chock full of scattershot plot, cartoonish characters, gratuitous nudity and profanity, and above all just plain fun in the sun. Not to mention the hair-metal soundtrack courtesy of fictional band 'Severed Head in a Bag'. This is the last movie you would use as the subject of a film analysis essay, but it certainly is an exhibition of camp done right- consistently entertaining with the perfect level of self-awareness. Beach Balls is tough to beat if you're looking for some mindless, lighthearted, good times.
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Thursday, March 13, 2014
My Top Ten (Plus One) Albums for Springtime
Perhaps it's because here in Wisconsin it seems to last all but a week, but Spring was the hardest season for me to think of essential music for. There really wasn't a go-to element that immediately came to mind; such as the sunny pop harmonies of summer or the stripped-down organics of autumn. In a certain way, I feel like that ambiguity makes the selections for this list that much more genuine. As I scourged through my music library I found album after album that belonged here, each for its own unique reasons. Looking back there are some common elements that emerged, but when I set out to make this list I truly had no idea what I was looking for. They all jumped out as soon as I came across them though, and it was because they all share a timeless, optimistic vibe; an energizing freshness that makes them perfect to listen to during the Spring awakening.
11. Green Day - Warning
In a certain way, Spring feels a little bit like the forgotten season. Wedged between the harshness of winter and the excitement of summer, it can be difficult at the time to appreciate the transition. In a similar context is Green Day's Warning. By 2000 the band had clearly detached themselves and been disowned from their Gilman St origins, but they were still several years removed from their rebirth as punk-opera giants. In the meantime they took advantage of the creative opening to make their most fearlessly original album. While not at all ballad-oriented nor breakneck in pace, with Warning Billie Joe and company brought their outcast attitude to folksy, british invasion-style rock with unapologetic glee. The lyrics focus on the random and monotonous blows of every day life, and rolling with them via buoyant acceptance. Green Day still packs a punch with Castaway and the perennial concert-staple Minority, but it is the lighter moments that really elevate Warning. The title track and Waiting thump along with rollicking, optimistic grooves, while Church on Sunday and Hold On offer a jangly, stripped down breeziness and Jackass comes directly out of The Kinks' playbook. Overall this is the sound of a band that has weathered the shift from punk rock misfits to mainstream heroes, and emerged without giving any semblance of a damn.
10. Pearl Jam - Vs
9. George Harrison - All Things Must Pass
Drawing from his backlog of unused Beatles songs, George Harrison crafted by far the greatest post-Beatles offering of anyone in the group. With the aid of Phil Spector's lush wall-of-sound production, Harrison put his deep spirituality on full display in the form of grand melodic arrangements and sweeping jam sessions. His reflective and celebratory lyrics and expressive slide guitar are consistently on full display, particularly on standout tracks My Sweet Lord, What is Life, Beware of Darkness, and Awaiting on You All. As a double album it does tend to drag along at times, but even at those times it falls right into line with the wavering weather of Spring.
8. Fleet Foxes - Fleet Foxes
7. Pavement - Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain
Like the Spring season itself, Pavement seems to have some trouble making up their mind on Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. No two songs really sound alike, but they all share the same freewheeling, shambling vibe. The album trades some of the explosive, fuzzy energy of its legendary predecessor Slanted and Enchanted for a more contemplative atmosphere. Alternating jarringly between warm pop melodies and rainy-day drones, the individual songs are fractured and disjointed so as to almost sound like ice cracking and shifting as the earth thaws itself out beneath rays of melodic sunshine. When the band settles into a groove it is just as cathartic and awakening as those first truly nice days of Spring, but they always seems to leave with loose ends as it disintegrates into those early-season rainstorms.
6. Grateful Dead - American Beauty
The Grateful Dead are a band that never quite grabbed me, but it is easy to see why they have had such a passionate legion of followers. Legacy aside, their studio album American Beauty is just about perfect for that particular springtime feeling. Opening track Box of Rain in particular is mellow and cheery almost to the point of annoyance, but fits the time of year perfectly. It sounds like an afternoon nap, just enjoying the fresh sunshine or gentle rain for nothing more than what it is. Friend of the Devil is my personal favorite from The Dead's catalog, weary yet upbeat and just begging for a campfire and a circle of good friends. The rest of the album follows suit from there with a constant stream of laid-back folksy jams and euphoric harmonies, closing with Truckin', one of the all time classic road-ready anthems.
5. Oasis - (What's the Story) Morning Glory
As Seattle's pitch black "grunge" scene exploded throughout the States, the UK responded with a wave of bright, harmonious music that became known as Britpop. Although at the time it was something of a genre (and even national) rivalry, the contrast now seems very symbolic of the awakening into spring. The breakthrough act of this movement was Oasis, and their pivotal album was (What's the Story) Morning Glory. Oasis echoed the garage-rock aesthetic of those Seattle Bands, but traded the angsty howls for clear British voices, and the gloomy distortion grind for bright, jangly interplay between guitars and piano, all framed by soaring, anthemic choruses. Morning Glory especially is packed with classic songs- the undying fratboy staple Wonderwall, the crystal clear power-pop songcraft of Don't Look Back in Anger and Cast No Shadow, and the sprawling, sublime drone Champagne Supernova. What they all have in common is that joyous, assuring feeling like the sun as it emerges from behind a cloud.
4. Guided By Voices - Bee Thousand
When this album came out in June of 1994, it was a burst of sunshine in the form of the manic energy of aging hipsters. By that time bandleader Robert Pollard and his crew of 30-something, beer swigging, rock 'n' roll enthusiast buddies had been making laundry room recorded music for years. In the 90s burgeoning indie rock scene they finally found their audience with Bee Thousand, their greatest collection of songs to date. There is a certain mysterious quality to the album- it was recorded entirely on consumer-level four-tracks, the songs are short and tinny sounding, the arrangements are a bit off-the-wall, and damn near all of the lyrics are just plain weird. Above all though, these songs are CATCHY. With 20 of them packed into around 36 minutes, none of them make more than a brief appearance, but the brevity of it puts even more emphasis on the spontaneous bursts of carefree energy. Pollard presents his work from his perspective of an unabashed music fan, packing each tune with timeless hooks and rock tenets. When thrown through the enigmatic filter of the lo-fi recording technique and surreal lyricism, it all has a way of sounding perpetually fresh and exciting.
3. Tom Petty - Wildflowers
During the spring semester of 2009, and my last at Stevens Point, I used to love to walk out to the nearby Schmeeckle nature reserve. I had known by that time that I wouldn't be returning to school there, and spent many afternoons by the lake contemplating my future. My iPod always at hand, Tom Petty's Wildflowers is an album I often found myself listening to as I sat on those rocks watching the water. I was as lost as I've ever been, but Wildflowers helped me turn it into something to embrace, and gave me a lust for life like few other records have. Between heartfelt send-offs to loved ones and empowering anthems of self-reliance and chasing destiny, this album is an amazing account of a time of transition into the unknown. On contemplative tracks Wildfowers and Time to Move On, as well as driving rockers You Don't Know How it Feels and You Wreck Me, The chiming guitars and sympathetic lyrics find ways to burst open the horizon and invite you to run towards it; armed with a clear mind and unshakable independence.
2. The Strokes - Is This It
"Is this it?" is a question every one of us asks ourselves as soon as the freezing weather breaks and the end of winter's tunnel is in sight. Although that isn't necessarily the intended context, it fits remarkably well with all of the pent-up energy displayed by The Strokes on their debut LP. Throughout Is This It the band seems on the brink of explosion, but keeps it contained beneath smothered leads, droning rhythms, and a general detached cool. The energy is still palpable however, and it mirrors that which is felt during the bi-polarity of spring when summer is still vaguely on the horizon. Nowhere is the jolt of optimism more apparent than on near-perfect singles Someday and Last Nite.
1. The Beatles - Abbey Road
I hate writing about The Beatles. Don't get me wrong, I love the band as much as anyone else- but just like everyone else there is not a whole lot that I could say at this point that hasn't been better said already. Abbey Road however, is an album that truly hits me. At the time of its recording, it was well known that the band was on the outs with one-another. Their legendary stint as the Fab Four had run its course, and The Beatles were all but over. As such (along with the benefit of hindsight) the feeling of them admirably setting aside their differences for the sake of laying it all out there one last time is almost tangible throughout the entire record. Although it is symbolic of the death of a band, the cleansing nature of Abbey Road fits incredibly well with the re-awakening of Spring.
The albums first side features some of silent troubadour George Harrison's greatest contributions to the Beatles catalog. Something makes a strong case for the Beatles' greatest song, with fluid guitar leads weaving though around ethereal lyrical lines and a bridge section that soars like few others. Later on is another great Harrison track- a little tune called Here Comes the Sun- which to this day is THE definitive springtime anthem. It is so ubiquitous of the season that I could just as easily have made this list ten album's worth of this song on repeat. Meanwhile on side one are Paul McCartney's soulful vocal showcase Oh Darling! and the rolling thunderstorm of showstopping blues workout I Want You (She's so Heavy). Even oddball track Maxwell's Silver Hammer and good ol' Ringo's surreal Octopus's Garden fits the strange feeling transitioning away from winter, when everything is sloppy and wet and, well, a little bit weird.
Already great to this point, Abbey Road shifts into a new gear for side two. Often considered an unofficial medley, each song blends into the next and reoccurring elements pop up on many occasions. With perfect execution and just some damn good songs, the album's closing 20 minutes are pure musical bliss. As a listener one is guided seamlessly through glowing tranquility (Sun King, Golden Slumbers), lighthearted ruminations on odd personal troubles (You Never Give Me Your Money, She Came in Through the Bathroom Window), and the curious tales of volatile characters Mean Mr. Mustard and Polythene Pam. All together it feels like a bittersweet roller-coaster on some sort of collision course- not unlike The Beatles themselves at the time. It all culminates as the cathartic gang vocals in Carry That Weight ramp up and finally thrust us into the cathartic farewell of The End. All four members give their goodbyes in the form of explosive solos before dropping out to deliver their final message in unison - John Lennon's most immortal verse "And in the end the love you take, is equal to the love that you make".
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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Classic Album: Acid Bath - When the Kite String Pops (1994)
While I like to keep this focused mainly on new (or at least active) bands and current musical happenings, I do have quite a backlog of bands/albums/etc that I feel are worthy of writing about given their impact on the music world and my personal outlook on it. This is the first of such blurbs, but will not be the last.
Now I'm no metalhead, but that doesn't mean that I don't occasionally enjoy taking a little journey into the darker corners of music and the human psyche. Granted triggering such an experience is no easy task for a record to accomplish, as simply being heavy doesn't cut it. This is an album that pulls it off. Regarded as a classic of underground/alternative metal, it has become increasingly engulfed in legend over the years to the point that it transcends itself. The band burst onto the scene for a few short years before all but disappearing. Their music on their breakthrough album is too heavy and innovative to ignore but too defiant of categorization to make a lot of sense of. The cover of the damn thing is a self-portrait of John Wayne Gacy done while he was in prison awaiting execution. Everything about it adds to the overall menacing vibe.
Acid Bath formed in 1991 deep in Louisiana, where the only thing sludgier than the swamps is the music. The band (led by vocalist Dax Riggs) set out to make what they described as "death rock". In practice this revealed itself to be a unique take on sludgy doom metal taken to extreme lengths and infused with blues, folk, and country. After their demo earned them a deal with Rotten Records, they put out When the Kite String Pops in 1994.
Simply put, WtKSP is an engaging, provocative, and often outright disturbing exploration of sprawling dementia. It shifts seamlessly from thundering lurch to thrashing hardcore punk to deranged ballads featuring almost spoken-word poetry. All the while the songs make their way through a maze of time and tempo changes while somehow maintaining the simple feel of insanity. The compressed drums and processed vocals add an industrial dimension to the overbearing menace of the album. Riggs does an admirable job of navigating the diverse and ever-changing material, moving seamlessly between tortured screams and crooning poetics reminiscent of Glen Danzig. At times he displays the surprisingly complex lyrical passages with an almost southern sounding twang. I suppose it goes without saying that the aforementioned lyrics consist of relentlessly dark themes including psychosis, drug abuse, death, and violent depression. That said, the album manages to frame the material in such a way that presents it as a darkly poetic and musically stimulating exhibition of the dark side of human nature. That said the length of it (clocking in at over an hour) makes it a difficult straight-through listen- (It's usually somewhere around "Dr Suess is Dead" that I feel the need to take a shower)- but The Blue, Finger Paintings of the Insane, Scream of the Butterfly, etc are still incredible as standalone tracks.
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