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2009: A Listening Journal

Now that I have this website, I feel the pressure to discuss the best albums of the past year. Unfortunately, that’s not this list. Here, I have compiled thoughts about albums I listened to the most in 2009. While some should be in some best-of list (like Untitled 23), are others (like 1960 and The Hazards of Love) are almost too concept-heavy and unique to be compared to typical albums.

So here goes…

VeckatimestGrizzly Bear – Veckatimest (Warp)

I have to admit that I feel a little trendy talking about Grizzly Bear, as I have seen them mentioned just about everywhere for the past year.   But keep in mind that I loved their last album, Yellow House, when even when my most trendy and informed friends found it lackluster. (“I know why you like it,” on friend quipped. “They sound like a boring version of Namelessnumberheadman.”)

This album feels so nitpicked, yet inspired and light years ahead of Yellow House. It reminds me of something Terry Taylor would concoct if he were in his early 30s and had been absorbing albums by Radiohead and The Animal Collective alongside The Beach Boys and The Beatles. It’s an album of exquisite chamber pop.

Oh yeah, we bought this on vinyl at Hot Topic at Oak Park Mall. Good times.

Sonic Youth – The Eternal (Matador)

I still don’t know what I really feel about this album, apart from the fact that I listened to it a lot, especially around the time we went to see the band play at The Uptown in July.  There are certainly some great tunes (“Sacred Trickster” is super-hott), but there are places where the album just doesn’t seem to go anywhere.  Before you criticize, I know this is Sonic Youth and their songs don’t always  conform to conventional song structures.  Apart from the standout tracks, it’s just a really difficult album to get into for me.  It still sounds like the band’s trying, unlike some of its albums from about ten years ago, but I haven’t got my head around the record.

The Sexy AccidentMantoloking (independent)

My fascination with Jesse Kates’ music started innocently enough with seeing his set solo set of guitar loop music at The Grenada a long time ago.  He knew the Namelessnumberheadman guys, so that’s all it took for me.

Shortly thereafter, I heard Jesse was starting a pop/rock group, Jesse Kates and The Sexy Accident.  I saw the band play at Davey’s Uptown and loved it.  It sounded like so much music I adore: The Wedding Present, XTC and maybe Pinkerton-era Weezer.  I followed the band and slowly got to that place with Jesse where you can chat and e-mail but are still kinda just acquaintances.  Just before the band recorded Mantoloking, he sent me a zip file with demos, and my interest in the upcoming album snowballed. I was not let down, in the least, when I finally got the record.

Then, sometime in the fall, Jesse posted this on Craigslist:

Our bass player is moving to Florida, and we need a new master of the grooves. What we’re looking for:

– A dedicated and professional attitude (practices outside of practice)
– Somebody who writes bass parts to serve the song
– Ability to play in odd times and syncopated rhythms
– Willingness to rehearse once weekly and play out 2-3 times per month
– Open to travel for the odd out of town show
– Somebody who can conjure a little Motown if necessary

The ad was clearly written with me in mind (or so I thought).  Now I’m a member of the band, so I’ve listened to Mantoloking a lot, probably inflating the numbers on Last FM.  It’s a fairly solid record, with incredible, minimal drumming that doesn’t catch you off-guard when the band navigates odd time signatures.

Pet Shop Boys – Yes (EMI)

There’s no way I can overstate what Yes has meant to me this year.  I have listened to it a couple hundred times since I received the import, two-disc version as graduation present.

Calling it an album of “Home and Dry” (the standout track from 2002’s Release and, in my opinion, one of their all-time best songs) eleven times in a row may be a bit of a stretch, but it’s darn close. Tenant and Lowe are back at the top of their game, crafting smart songs with huge hooks and biting sarcasm. The band holds unswervingly to its tried-and-true disco formula, instead of doing that Brazil beat thing they floundered with in the mid-90s.

The Church – Untitled 23 (Unorthodox Records)

The Church doesn’t make the same album twice, but everything since the band’s monumental 2002 After Everything Now This has found it honing, instead of reinventing, its nuanced, affected-guitar interplay. It’s certainly a recipe the band shouldn’t mess with! We don’t need a foray into most bands’ typical late-era experimental or nostalgic return-to-form albums.

I may be wrong, but much of Untitled 23 sounds like it was tracked live, much like 2003’s exquisite album, Forget Yourself.  As always the lyrics are weird, and the sound is super-dense (while relying on few overdubs).  I can’t stop gushing.

Soul-Junk – 1960 (Sounds Familyre)

I first heard Soul-Junk with 1998’s 1955, a seriously effed-up mix of rap, glam, noise rock and electronica that, many times, used entire passages from the Bible for lyrics. Glen Galaxy has forged ahead with his intriguing slop, confusing everyone but the brave with his not-exactly-chronological album titles.

Needless to say, when he released 1960 (produced by genius dude, Daniel Smith) this year, I was excited. It’s a return to rock, with flourishes of violin and Phil Spector-inspired piano.  Glen pulls all of his lyrics from Psalm 119, which, in the Hebrew language, is an acrostic poem.  There are 22 letters in their alphabet, and there are 22 stanzas, each starting with successive letters. As a result, there are 22 tracks on 1960. It’s nerdy, I know, but it has inspired me to read my Bible some more.

HushAsobi Seksu – Hush (Polyvinyl)

If Citrus was an 11 on Spinal Tap’s Marshall stack, Hush is probably an 8 or 9. Citrus was an all-out shoegaze assault on the senses. But since the songwriting is even more solid and memorable this time, I found myself falling all over this album. (I don’t want to give the false impression that there are no rockers on Hush; it just seems the band takes more time between its peaks.)

I’m a sucker for noise pop and shoegaze-influenced stuff, so maybe I can’t be trusted. But we need more bands like Asobi Seksu.

Map – Speechless (Velvet Blue)

No one has influenced my guitar playing more than Josh Dooley from the band Map (and his protegé, Jason Martin, from Starflyer 59). There, I said it. My wife and I are not objective listeners, but maybe you don’t have to be. Maybe the rest of the world should try to make beautiful, jangly music that’s part surf and part 1980s Manchester, England. Maybe the world needs to rediscover major seventh chords.

I know that most of Dooley’s songs are written around guitar riffs, so it just makes sense that he’s released a mostly-instrumental album. He has just left off vocals that would ordinarily follow the guitar lines. Sure, there are many layers to peel back here, but it’s, in no way, self-indulgent. He clearly adores Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” and The Smith’s “Half A Person.” It’s heavenly.

Bruce Springsteen – Working On a Dream (Columbia)

What happened to The Boss? What clicked in his head and made him suddenly start making great music a couple years ago with Magic? While I love Nebraska and The Ghost of Tom Joad, I can’t say I care much for the rest of his catalog.

Sure, there are some rockers, like “My Lucky Day,” that could easily take a big dumb stadium rock turn, but Springsteen doesn’t linger there long.  Most of the album wanders around between poppy Bruce Cockburn-territory and a Phil Spector/Brian Wilson wall of sound.

There are not many politically-charged lyrics here. And he sings! What a beautiful voice he has. Maybe it is his age or maybe he has just written his best collection of melodic songs ever, but I love his deep baritone, tinged with a gorgeous vibrato.

The Decemberists – The Hazards of Love (Capitol)

It’s with the same trepidation with which I discussed Veckatimest that I approach the latest Decemberists’ record. Katy and I love the band, and I immediately snatched this up on vinyl. I know it is huge and found its way into many lists for 2010, but I still have not got my head around the record.

While lyrics are not necessarily a prerequisite for me to like an album, the story seems to be the focus here. It is so epic, making it difficult to fully digested the entire narrative. I can admit that I do love the music, though. It rocks much more, in places, than I had expected, and the guest singers seem to add a lot to the album.

Colin Meloy has thrown down the gauntlet and written an album the listener cannot feel neutral about. Concept albums are tricky things, and the band will never be viewed the same after this. It also comes at a peculiar time when albums are antiquated, and an iTunes/MTV/Clear Channel-nurtured public has no frame of reference for a song longer than three minutes. In that sense, it is probably the most punk album of 2009.

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I haven’t said anything about this here yet, but a week and a half ago, I was invited to join The Sexy Accident as its bassist, and tonight is my first rehearsal with the guys.  The band is essentially the brainchild of Jesse Kates, who suffers from a un/healthy worship of David Gedge and Kurt Heasley.  He’s also bent on making weird time signatures accessible, much like Andy Partridge.

I really dig bands that seem to intentionally hone in on a certain sound, even at the risk of commercial success.  (Ronnie Martin comes to mind here.)  So this opportunity really excites me.


Rotation (11/11/09)

I think I’ve been gone more than I’ve been home lately.  Here’s what I’ve been listening to in the car, in no particular order.

  1. Blur – Blur (Virgin 1997)
  2. The Sexy Accident – Mantoloking (independent 2009)
  3. Spiritualized – The Complete Works, Volume One (Arista 2003)
  4. Sam Billen – Headphones and Cellphones (The Record Machine 2009)
  5. DJ Shadow – Private Press (MCA 2002)




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Review: The Sexy Accident’s Mantoloking

I’ve been a fan off Jesse Kate’s music for some time now.  His work with The Sexy Accident reminds me of indie rock’s glory days of the mid-90s.  (I know we’ve already discussed this, Jesse, but I really mean that in the best way possible.)  The drums and vocals sound real, and the band’s performances show just how little overdubbing it does with guitars.  We need more bands that ditch laptops and just rock.

Anyway, my thoughts on their new album.

  • Overall, it’s much, much better than the last one, Kinda Like Fireworks.  I have to think the improvement is due to the addition of a second guitarist.  Jesse doesn’t have to try to play everything at once.
  • It was apparent on the last album, but it’s pretty obvious now just how intentional the band is in nailing down a specific sound.  This really isn’t a diverse album; there are no surprise forays  into electronica.  It pretty much just sounds like a David Gedge record.
  • Some of the songs are semi-autobiographical, yet armed with enough made-up stuff to throw off the listener.
  • I really, really dig that Johnny Marresque guitar at 1:40 in “I’m Just Trying to Help (Me Like You).”
  • The band plays in some uncommon time signatures, yet it  still sounds more like Guided By Voices or The Wedding Present than King Crimson.  This is a testament to their efforts to stay accessible.
  • I like the percussion and stereo-panning tricks in “Buy Me Out.”  It just goes to show how cool chicanery can be if judiciously used (as opposed to the technological onslaught of bands like Bloc Party).
  • I’m still undecided with how I feel about “Failing to Play Nice.”  It seems honest, but maybe too sprawling.  It kinda seems like a hiccup in the middle of the album, but then other times, I enjoy the change of pace.
  • The most rewarding thing about the Mantoloking, for me, is Jesse’s lyrics.  (He’s explained them all in ridiculous detail on the band’s blog.)  I can tell he must be thoughtful, yet super-sarcastic, like me.  He pokes fun at the typical, gushing love song, spending all his time in “I’m Just Trying to Help (Me Like You)” focused on what the girl needs to do and look like to gain his love.  Lines like, “If you want me to come back to you/ Here’s a list of some things that you could chose to do/ Like learn to pick up for your man/ And have you considered a spray-on tan?”  He gets a little more serious and dark on “I Tried Again” with some quasi-Morrissey-like hopeless romantic lines,  “I get bored if I’m not adored/ So I’m looking for a mess/ You’re the one I like the best.”
  • The album is not too long.

So if any of that intrigues you, just download the album for free from the band’s website.  I also saw a few physical copies available at Prospero’s.

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“We’re usually louder, and there’s usually four of us.”

The Sexy Accident at Prosperos (7/11/09)

The Sexy Accident at Prosperos (7/11/09), Jesse on the left and Chad on the right.

Saturday night, I went with my wife and some friends to see The Sexy Accident play an acoustic show at Prospero’s Books. It was not the entire band, just Jesse Kates and Chad Toney playing acoustic guitars. They opened with a flubbed Josh Rouse cover and preceded to play songs from their last album, Kinda Like Fireworks, and their upcoming, Mantoloking.

The Sexy Accident is basically Jesse’s band. (When he first switched to performing pop songs instead of the ambient, looped music he used to make, the band was called Jesse Kates and The Sexy Accident. He has now trunkated the name.) Jesse writes quirky, angular pop songs, often sprinkled with humor, and he sings in a closed-throat, yet guttural, manner that would make Steven Patrick Morrissey and Kermit the Frog jealous. He is also a talented guitarist, which did not seem quite so obvious Saturday night when his and Chad’s guitars refused to stay in tune.

The beauty of the show was that Jesse made us focus. If the audience was too concerned with the late start, intonation, mix or lack of stage presence, it would have missed the smart pop that Jesse brings. (Not that any of those distractions are necessarily good things, but I think they make the listener hone in on what the performers are really trying to achieve.) Fortunately, there is something about the nature of acoustic guitars that helps us focus like this. There are no guitar effects; everything is bare. It was probably a perfect introduction to some of my friends because they had to focus only on the songs.

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