Category: American Dance Rock


I would love to program the music offerings for a football stadium, you know the moments at a college game when the marching band isn’t playing. Over the speakers would come to most awesome mix of jams to keep the mojo working in favor of a rocking experience.

Of course, I would only last about one quarter since I would only program a obscure, indie, and eclectic mix, so that most people would be left scratching their heads instead of yelling, “Play it, DJ!”

That’s my thought process today as I listened to the Cat Empire’s “Falling” from their album, Cinema, thinking that the turntable-scratching, ska-horned tune would make a perfect pre-game anthem as the October sun warms up the stadium and the crowd. I can see a crowd waving their hands to the chorus with a little hand-wagging to signal that the Cat Empire definitely brings the beat. The Tijuana-jazz horn and percussion bridge would signal that this party’s about to begin, the kickoff’s coming soon.

The Cat Empire play a mean version of eclecticism, borrowing from lots of places to deliver a party band rock that gets its hooks in you. Fat keyboards and tambourines really bring out the shaking hips for “Waiting.” “Only Light” reverberates like “Riders on the Storm” punched up with a dance beat. Jazz-influenced keys bounce “All Hell” for an R&B swagger. “Feelings Gone” walks in with a Cracker-like riff followed by a pop rock base. Overall, though, it feels as if they have taken the attitude and beat of ska and placed it in a dance rock vibe.

The Cat Empire
Velour Music Group

The Streets on FireAll it takes is the smell of freshly mown grass and lawnmower gas to bring back the sounds of Negativland (Escape from Noise), Big Audio Dynamite (Tighten Up, Vol. 88)), Julian Cope (Saint Julian), and Firehose (fromOhio).

That was my very eclectic soundtrack for mowing my family’s yard while growing up. I didn’t mind mowing the lawn; it meant an hour or more of interrupting time to listen to music. And for whatever reason, lawnmowing time meant listening to the things on the fringes of my tape cassette collection.

Today—20 years later—was no different as I mowed my yard. Except instead of things from the late 80’s, I listened to This is Fancy, the new release from the Streets on Fire. It’s post-punk dance rock like !!! with some Pixies thrown in. It’s like the Czech band Sunshine. And there’s even hints of the Fall. It’s angular, odd, but banging along with a rough-and-ready dance rhythm. Although at times it’s just good for headbanging introspection.

The Streets on Fire

Guilt By Association, Vol. 2 (Engine Room Recordings) is transformational. It completely renews songs, as if in a 12-step recovery program, so that you can like those old, sloppy drunk cousins again because they’ve been born again—and as it turns out, weren’t nearly the shallow dipshits we thought they were.

It’s uncool to like Phil Collins’ “In the Air Tonight.” Rockists stop their affiliation with Genesis (or its brood) when Peter Gabriel left the fold. However, the way Collins’ left a certain amount of prog rock orchestration in his pop song, the way the song continually grows to that huge drum moment always really resonates even with the rockist side of me. This makes it then even better to have Takka Takka’s indie rock/cool beat version. The sounds around me drift away, like the world moving slower. Where the tension in the original is cut by Collins’ drums, here it’s the wail, stifled-scream guitar.

Toto’s “Africa” appears here as reworked by Lowry. They give a bubblegum lilt to the beat-backed, club hint verses coupled with a floating, picked acoustic guitar, folky air to the chorus. This was the kind of song I taped off the radio as part of WLOL 99½ FM (Minneapolis/St. Paul) on their “Top 99½ Songs” countdown on New Year’s Eve in 1983. Yet, in Lowry’s hands, this is the same song at all; I can like it again.

Cassettes Won’t Listen gives “Need You Tonight” a Brit discotheque sound with more trance in its rhythm than INXS ever had in their guitar rock original. Jukebox the Ghost brings out a beauty, jazzy pop out of Ace of Base’s “It’s a Beautiful Life.”

Like being remixed for a gymnasium dance scene in a John Hughes film, Rafter offers up a rhumba-like dancehall rhythm for O.M.D.’s “If You Leave” while keeping the dreamy, earnest vocal line. Then on the chorus Rafter adds handclaps like Buddy Holly’s “Everyday.”

Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl” is no less scandalous in the mouth of Max Vernon. With tremendous, jazzy piano, Vernon leads off the gender confusion then adds some electro-pop effects, doo-wops, and finger snaps, making it all as tasty as “her cherry chapstick.”

Engine Room Recordings
Max Vernon
Takka Takka
Rafter
Cassettes Won’t Listen
Jukebox the Ghost

For those who don’t want to admit that they groove to Christina Aguilera—limiting themselves to the recent Target ad campaign with the song “Keeps Getting Better” promoting her greatest hits album (click on picture for video), you can pick up My Dear Disco’s Dancethink LP with the confidence that it won’t hurt your indie rock cred. Like being okay when the Cure issued the Mixed Up remix album, My Dear Disco remains indie while also being a pop club band. (In fact, the album features mixes by the Cure’s Wish engineer, Mark Saunders).

To help you come on over to these pop beats, let’s point to the indie/alternative comparsion. My Dear Disco has the way of Kirsteen Young letting the keys envelope the beat while the beat pushes the electronic pulses. There’s also hints of the vocal harmonies of Lemuria with a more frantic, electro pace. While a cover of Stevie Wonder’s “All I Do” maintains its R&B vibe, the band’s namesake song is like Röyksopp fleshed out into a pop song with a great loop of U2-like pizzicato guitar and percussion sounds.

Finally, going back to the day when it was alright to say that Prince was an incredible musician, “For Your Love” comes from Prince’s influence via the even more legit funkified keyboard of Stevie Wonder landing somewhere around the Minneapolis 80’s band, the Jets, of whom Prince was supposedly a big fan/supporter.

One candidate for a remix of their own here would be “White Lies.” It’s got a great guitar riff which would be even more awesome if it showed up more. Remix the song, make it guitar heavy, and you’ve got even more rock cred with who want the club groove without giving up the right to play air guitar. Like a friend of mine always said, “It’s really stupid to air drum along with Nine Inch Nails.” Except a rock ‘n’ roller has trouble turning that air drumming thing off. If My Dear Disco give us a remix of “White Lies,” instead of panic at the disco, we’ll be rocking at the disco.

My Dear Disco

I think it started with Run-D.M.C., this love I have for Christmas songs that are well-beyond traditional and full of beats, blips, and drum tracks. Run-D.M.C. laid down “Christmas in Hollis” on that very first A Very Special Christmas, and I was hooked by the rap, beatboxing, scratching, and streetwise holiday story.

Christmas seems to have a long tradition now of popular music, novelty songs, and many artists trying to put their unique stamp on a handful of staple songs. So when a collection like I’ll Stay ‘Til After Christmas comes along with beats, blips, and warps, I’m primed for the Christmas cheer—of sorts.

Produced by Force Field PR’s Daniel Gill as a project to raise money for Amnesty International, it’s a gathering of melancholic friends vamping on old songs and writing new blue Christmas tunes. As in Gill’s vision, it’s not the cheery, paint-everything-over-with-a-false-joy-gloss kind of Christmas album; it’s a very realistic Christmas. Which makes it even more fascinating and comforting.

Bosque Brown’s “Silent Night” is an airy, whispery vocal like something recorded in Justin Vernon’s (Bon Iver) hunting cabin in the middle of a Wisconsin winter. It’s haunting, lonely, and has more urgency about waiting for the Messiah than I often hear in recordings of this hymn. Couple that with “Go Tell It on the Mountain” by the pApercuts, a organ warble with an indie rock club beat, and you have some traditional church tunes that make you think again about the complex intensity of the season.

My Brightest Diamond choose to cover a Nat King Cole tune—but not the Christmas song you’d think. Instead, they take “Nature Boy,” celebrating the solstice with an ethereal magic. It’s as if they were writing music for A Midsummer Night’s Dream as a musical produced by Disney in the vein of the scary carnival scene from Pinocchio. Such attention to the song at this time of the year makes me think that the lyric could apply to Jesus, especially in the confusion many had about Him (“There was a boy/A very strange enchanted boy”) but also in His message (“The greatest thing/You’ll ever learn/Is just to love/And be loved in return”).

The lyric of Figurine’s “The Holidays Behind Us” gives us the album title. Deadpan vocals are backed up with Decomposure-like electronic, the beats like the party that is happening around you while she’s really leaving you as soon as Christmas is over.

Le Loup gives us “Shenandoah.” I think they perhaps simply discovered a group of monks deep inside the echoing chambers of a monastery. With the crows cawing outside, they’re taking their traditional leanings in the style of Sufjan Stevens to create a beautifully poignant song.

In a lyric that pieces together snippets of past Christmas memories, Blitzen Trapper offers the melancholic acoustic “Christmas is Coming Soon.” The Paul Brill-like “Another Winter in a Summer Town” sounds exactly like the closed for the season scene at your nearest resort area.

The short punch of Man of Arms’ “It’s Christmas Time and Everything’s wrong” is perhaps the most blunt realistic Christmas sentiment here, and it properly sends us to another realistic Christmas offering from Glasvegas.

Glasvegas: A Snowflake Fell (And It Felt Like a Kiss)
The foreboding snippet of “Christmas Time is Here” that makes up the first track, “Careful What You Wish For,” sets you up to realize that Glasvegas aren’t here to necessarily just ring in the season with great joy. Of course, you don’t have to hear the first track to realize that; you just have to see the second track’s title which I can’t even fully type here (“F*&% You, It’s Over”).

Much like Figurine’s “The Holidays Behind Us” in its realization that many relationships that headed for an end hang on through the holidays to save face or whatever. In the Glasvegas song, though, there’s no putting up a good front until December 26 or January 2. Instead, in James Allan’s brogue shout and a Britrock wash, it’s just over; there’s no present for you under the tree; there’s no pretending just to make the holiday parties less awkward. Ah, the realism!

Recorded mainly in a Transylvanian church, it has a haunting lilt to the Scottish band’s U2-like air (as if calling on some of that same wash of fog and sound that U2 found at Slane Castle for An Unforgettable Fire where the piano often led the song foundations). It ends with an incredible version of “Silent Night.” James Allan’s aching take on the song over solo piano is followed up by Romania’s Concentus Choir singing the hymn in Romanian (“Noapte de Vis”). Pristine.

Force Field PR
I’ll Stay ‘Til After Christmas available at Amazon (also available on iTunes)
Glasvegas
Columbia Records


Track 1, “Moving On,” begins with an R.E.M.-like guitar line. Track 2, “Down,” begins with an R.E.M.-like organ line (Automatic for the People era). Track 3, “Five Minutes,” introduces itself almost like a Jimmy Eat World emo guitar riff. Track 4, “Hold on to me,” is back to an R.E.M.-type guitar line. Track 5, “Until morning,” builds up from a bass line like something by the Cure.

With these touch points—and others—that begin each track of Anthem In’s self-titled debut, the band launches each song in a rock ‘n’ roll fashion before heading toward the real sound: club rock with a few strains of goth black. It’s darkly haunting, dance floor head banging, intricately infectious rhythm flashing.

“Down” has a great verse structure—pausing for each line sung by Allen Orr punctuated by smash, 1-2-3 headbangs. The song pulls you onto the dance floor even as the chorus pleads, “Baby, take me out onto the dance floor,” although it also is a wallflower’s wondering in the verse, “How come everybody, how come everybody gets down/On the dance floor but I can’t even hear a sound/Through the noise and through the clatter in my head?”

It’s why I often dance alone at home when I don’t have to worry about anyone else and the chatter in my mind yields to the music. But Anthem In could get me out on that dance floor with songs like this.

Anthem In
Quiet/Loud Records

Like when Pilot Speed landed in my mailbox, another package from Wind-up Records was barely open when I found myself wound up and jumping around to the sound of something instantly catchy, rushing my adrenaline.

This time it was Jeremy Fisher’s Goodbye Blue Monday with its first track, “Scar That Never Heals,” being this combination of the Monkees (a.k.a. Neil Diamond’s disguise) in that “come on with me” invitation plus the harmonies of Simon & Garfunkel.

Of course, Fisher is a bit darker than the Monkees (although you could write a whole thesis about the underbelly exposed by the Monkees’ “Pleasant Valley Sunday”). Also, it is strange to keep hearing the very apparent comparison to Simon & Garfunkel when many of the harmonies seem to be Fisher himself (so that this is Fisher & Fisher). [However, producer Hawksley Workman is also credited with backing vocals].

“American Girls” is a blues jump acoustic spin on the Simon & Garfunkel sound while Fisher sings about never getting any attention from American girls. (He’s Canadian). It’s actually a clever song about the Abu Ghraib prison travesty. It’s a socio-political commentary on what it means to live in the northern shadow of the superpower of cockiness.

Fisher has the skate punk singer/songwriter attitude like Zack Hexum, Adam Richman, Andy Stochansky, and perhaps also Simple Kid and Jason Mraz. “Cigarette” is a great slacker metaphor as Fisher sings, “I’ll be your cigarette…/I’ll be hard to forget/Good or bad, I’m just your habit.”

Besides attitude, though, Fisher will come into his own as he develops his lyricism. “Lay Down (Ballad of Rigoberto Alpizar)” has a Bob Dylan sound which pushes Fisher onto step one of becoming stronger in his word skills.

“Sula” is a washboard blues with a little 50’s rock. It’s the bounce inherit in Fisher’s style that makes him extremely compelling right out of the gate. Some of that bounce comes from the support of Kelly Prescott, Kaylen Prescott, and Tracey Brown on gang vocals and handclaps. Kelly Prescott and Tracey Brown bounced around Canadian Pacific Railway’s Holiday Train last year (see review), and Fisher might be a fun addition to the boxcar for more bounce.

Back to track 1, “Scar That Never Heals,” to see one example of how Fisher hints at some deep spiritual themes. Fisher sings about a girl, but says, “Why doyou wanna save me?/Lord, my soul is taken.” Fisher is searching through questions surrounding where our true hopes and allegiances remain.

On the whole, on a deeper level, Goodbye Blue Monday is an album for soul searching even while you’re getting a bit punked by these Simon & Garfunkel sounds.

Thanks to Jeremy Fisher and Wind-up Records for the review CD. Jeremy Fisher appears on Aquarius Records in Canada.

Until My Heart Caves In
When Mark Stuart screams, “I’m a warrior,” over a stunted guitar to begin “Until My Heart Caves In” on Audio Adrenaline’s album of the same name, his voice sounds like a wounded warrior. Stuart has regularly sounded scraggly and gravely since the early pseudo-pop albums, but you can almost see the tears on those vocal chords when you look at your stereo speaker.

As the song kicks in with a Who-like guitar/drum fill repetition, it leads to the lyric, “I will sing Your Name until my heart caves in.” Stuart is clearly a faith warrior, singing praises to Christ while raising the eyes of the crowds to see the Savior. Stuart is managing to maintain his voice in the face of rock ‘n’ roll-induced hoarseness. I have no doubt that he will continue to offer his screams, shouts, and rock growls until the very last.

However, youngster Tyler Burkum (guitars, keyboards) takes over the lead vocals on many tracks, utilizing his clear-throated charm to raise up the praise choruses. Stuart jumps in to thrash out the sound, such as on “King” which could easily become just another CCM anthem if Stuart didn’t add that Audio Adrenaline element in his shouts.

And there’s the problem. Audio Adrenaline is still here doing their thing, but that thing is dangerously close to being smoothed over. Burkum is a great singer, but he’s not Stuart. Stuart’s rap-sing, thrashy, skate punk charm combined with worshipful intuition has always made Audio Adrenaline just different enough from the rest of the Christian rockers. How will Audio Adrenaline maintain that which makes them Audio Adrenaline as Stuart clearly finds himself shaking the tambourine more than checking on the mic?

I didn’t watch Rock Star: INXS as they did an American Idol-like search for a new lead singer for INXS to replace Michael Hutchence. I’m not convinced that filling the spot with a reality-TV-winning-contestant really means that INXS is continuing. The name is there, but is that the same?

To me, Van Halen meant Eddie Van Halen shredded his guitar while David Lee Roth prowled in front of the video cameras. I never really was convinced that Van Halen was Van Halen with Sammy Hagar or whoever else there’s been.

Unless there’s therapy, surgery, or a miracle that saves Stuart’s voice, Audio Adrenaline will have to decide whether they can continue to be Audio Adrenaline without that voice. If they decide they can, they will have to pull away from Until My Heart Caves In, get Burkum to funk up his delivery, and jam again on catchy, slightly-quirky rock. If they decide they can’t continue to be Audio Adrenaline, let’s just hope they don’t decide to signify the change by officially going as Audio A or A Adrenaline or Sonic Adrenaline (such as Jefferson Airplane, Jefferson Starship, Starship, etc.).

For glimmers of the old, full force of Audio Adrenaline, check out the funk dance rhythm combined with anthemic charge on “Undefeated.” The harmonica is a nice touch on “Melody (Lost Inside the Wonder).” The smashing blasts that enter the scene on “Are You Ready for Love?” could power those crowd spotlights that reveal a moshing crowd. Continuing their nods to Classic Rock co-opted for the Gospel, the band cranks out “Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher.”

Until My Heart Caves In by Audio Adrenaline is released by Forefront Records.

Supernova
De Nova as in De Novo Dahl?

Blues Rock: The Redwalls’ De Nova
The album title means “of new,” and I suppose that’s a strange title for an album that kicks off with “Robinson Crusoe” sounding like early Beatles rockabilly blues combined with the Rolling Stones and liner pictures showing a band that’s self-consciously made to look like they’re from the 70’s. However, the Redwalls’ De Nova is new. They take that Classic Rock Blues Rock sound from yesterday’s 8-tracks and play it with clear-eyed, 21st century passion recorded in modern studio stereo.

De Nova
“Falling Down” challenges the FCC (Federal Communications Commission), baiting the censors with the lyric, “What’s this s*** going down about the FCC, going to war against obscenity?/Well, at times like these/You better watch what you say/Watch them take your f****** rights away.” De Nova earns its parental advisory label, but Eric Roinestad’s album art direction works that explicit content warning seamlessly into the album cover like its just part of what the band has to say.

“Thank You” brings back Ziggy Stardust in a new form. Meanwhile, Elton John’s piano sound shows up in “Build a Bridge.” The title line chorus for “Hung Up on the Way I’m Feeling” is sung in falsetto and mimics the Trammps’ “The Night When the Lights Went Out in New York City.” The haunting, current event stories of “Front Page” are set to a song that has guitar breaks sounding very much like a slowed down “Pleasant Valley Sunday” (Monkees).

Thanks to the Redwalls and Capitol Records for the review CD.

Cats & Kittens
American Dance Rock: De Novo Dahl’s Cats & Kittens
Well, De Nova is just one letter off from the name of the band De Novo Dahl. The band’s name is apparently a play on band member Vovo Dahl’s name. He along with brother Joel Dahl and four others crafted double-disc release, Cats & Kittens. Whether “novo” means “new” or not, like the Redwalls, De Novo Dahl creates something new that’s full of throw backs to the 70’s.

The sound is a rock band vamping on disco and 70’s rock. “All Over Town” isn’t Abba, but when the disco ball rhythm kicks up and the gang vocals enter, Abba isn’t that far away. “Jeffrey” taps a little more into that Classic Blues Rock to which the Redwalls are partial.

If I were still in St. Louis, this music review site would be filled with tales of going to Dr. Zhivegas shows. Zhivegas can kick out at least two straight hours of disco, funk, and 70’s rock covers, songs seguing from one to the other like a live DJ party mix. De Novo Dahl is what Zhivegas would be if they took the next step to become a full-fledged originals band. A four-song EP was produced six years ago, but I haven’t seen any other recordings from Dr. Zhivegas.

De Novo Dahl has the sound of disco, funk, and 70’s rock cover band, and yet, they’re throwing down their own gauntlet of songs. It’s music for a party. It’s music to slip into your 70’s obsessed friend’s CD player. He’ll think it’s just some obscure 70’s album until you tell him or her, “This is new.”

Cats was recorded followed by remixing of the entire album to yield Kittens. The original vision of Cats rocks while having an eye on that disco ball. Kittens provides an interesting look at what you can do when you completely remix your album, adding more beats, drum machines, and dance samples. “I Woke Up Late” with its pop rock bounce becomes “I Broke a Plate”—scary for what it loses in its strangeness including the Vincent Price/“Thriller”-like laughter. Kittens is a little self-indulgent, a little too much like a project for an audio production class to make the new versions as enjoyable as Cats. (Oh, boy, someone’s going to Google me now and think I’m talking about Cats the musical. Ah, the horror!).

Thanks to De Novo Dahl and Theory 8 Records for the review CD.

Fusebox
There seem to be few secular parallels to a band that leads worship songs and plays a concert for a weekend Christian conference. I’ve seen Fusebox do this twice this summer—once for the Wisconsin Statewide High School Youth Gathering and once for the National Youth Workers Conference (both Lutheran Church—Missouri Synod events). The only parallel that comes to mind are some of the music cruises where a band will play on multiple nights during a sailing, the fans getting to know the band perhaps a little more intimately. That’s the opportunity that Christian conferences offer when there’s a gathering band as a part of each general session. The band creates and reflects the community atmosphere.

Fusebox lives up to this unique role, at once calling participants to join in the worship songs while also infusing their personality into the gathering. Fusebox is able to encourage everyone to sing and dance without guilting you into it or making the crowd participation more of the experience than the music.

The muscly guitare riff groove on “Let It Rise” is a good indication of what Fusebox can do to a simple worship song. They add the incredible emotion and energy of hard rock while also still leading a praise song. Guy Roberts’ drum fills really pull more out from what otherwise would be a straight-forward and rather unremarkable song. “God is Great” becomes a funky dance, headbanging worship song. “Thank You” takes a huge wall of sound and breaks down into a crowd sing-along.

The NYWC featured a few extra treats like Monique Nunes singing together with lead vocalist/bassist Billy Buchanan on “Look What You’ve Done” and “Light the Fire”—Gospel soloing over a tight hard-rocking band. Also, Buchanan let loose with a full soulful delivery on “I Will Exalt” over Ben Rodriguez’s jazzy acoustic guitar (think Norah Jones’ supporting band).

“You Are So Beautiful” takes a truly sappy, feathered-hair song, and makes it a hip, edgy picture of devotion to Christ. Fusebox members attribute the arrangements to Buchanan, but each member adds their pieces to make a very good whole. Fusebox brings the blues to Christian praise music which is a good partnership of the raw emotion of the blues and the raw truth of the Gospel. “Look What You’ve Done” has a psychedelic blues wash. “Hello” also finds the blues, although it needs a little more blues in the talky bits, perhaps more like Eddie Turner does. Chris Tomlin’s “Forever” in their hands has a crunchy, bluesy guitar line.

Buchanan joked about being a Chris Tomlin cover band. In deference to the NYWC theme of country and Nashville, Fusebox worked up a cover of “Achy Breaky Heart.” It would be a far better thing for Fusebox to be a Tomlin cover band. I don’t think the country song will be repeated. However, more than covers, we should anticipate more of what this band can write themselves, speaking praises to God from the crunch of rock and life.

Thanks to Fusebox for their assistance.

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