Category: American Pop Rock


There seems to be a very real danger in making overly earnest worship music. Jesus Culture, the band connected with the series of revival-like conferences, could certainly fall into that category along with Hillsong, the Parachute Band, the Desperation Band, and others.

I’m especially thinking of the overly earnest bio for one of Jesus Culture’s lead singers, Kim Walker-Smith, where it states that she “lives to worship Him with every ounce of her being.” Really, Kim? Every ounce? What about the sinful side of you that you struggle with everyday? I can tell you love to worship the Lord by the way you sing and lead worship. You don’t need to overstate the case. In fact, I wish you wouldn’t, because there’s something authentic in the music that I want to commend to others but statements like “every ounce of her being” make it seem like you’re somehow “other” than the rest of us lame people who still struggle with our sin.

With that out of the way, and skipping over my wondering at why Walker-Smith inserts a small laugh into so much of her singing, let me say that I’m drawn to Jesus Culture’s Come Away much more than I’m pushed away. Recorded before a live audience in Redding, California, Come Away brings you into the worship experience with a stellar band that envelopes you in sound, crunches up things enough with rock energy, and yet still delivers the requisite sing-along style necessary in worship music. More than that, they also can jam and vamp somewhat lending a freer feel to the songs rather than just the standard verse-chorus-verse-chorus format.

Listening again to the songs and trying to decipher what draws me in, I think it is the guitars and drums. They’re not toned down even on the ballad sections. They’re live and punchy, lifting even these worship songs above the norm.

The disc also comes with a DVD (unavailable for review).

Jesus Culture
Kingsway

Down in the Valley Records in the Twin Cities was my destination on many a bicycle ride (the now closed Richfield store). There in the tremendously hip and diverse collection of cassette tapes, I remember that I purchased both the obscurely obtuse (Camper Van Chadbourne) to the pop music oddities (Thomas Dolby’s Aliens Ate My Buick complete with white plastic case).

Wakefield’s Ryan Escolopio project Fox in the Henhouse brought back those memories while listening to their self-titled EP. The songs run along on synth waves and electronic drums like Howard Jones. Obtuse lyrics like Thomas Dolby appear all over the place, such as on “Zombie”: “Be my zombie girl, and I’ll be your boogey man/When things get scary at the sanctuary, it’s a nightmare for romance….Strike midnight at the graveyard and I’m in love” (the song also happens to have the vocoder “whoa”’s like something from Bon Jovi’s Slippery When Wet). There’s also some hints of the New Wave-meets-Neo-swing of Joe Jackson (“Dangerous”). Regardless, then, of influence, we’re headed back to the 80’s.

Perhaps the strongest track here is the first one, “Up (Change),” which retains some of Escolopio’s pop-punk on the guitar riffs combined with some vocal calisthenics. That pop-punk hint returns for the closing track, “Vulpes Vulpes,” a theme song of sorts: “We are the fox/We go easy into the night, alright/Living in hiding, we seek shelter from the light/Climbing out of the foxhole.” The vocal harmonies on “Fears” are reminiscent of XTC, albeit with synth overtones instead of guitars.

Fox in the Henhouse
iBOT Records

Hillsong LiveBesides being an incubator for songwriters and worship leaders, Hillsong Church in Australia has also produced some good worship albums both with their main band, Hillsong Live, and their youth band, Hillsong United. What I appreciate about these albums, including the new Hillsong Live A Beautiful Exchange, is that they play bombastic rock pop. They do not skimp on drums, they do not turn down the guitars, and they do not play schmaltzy keyboards. While not everyone may like Christian worship rock, Hillsong Live shows how a band can do it well. (Of course, there are also tracks here that don’t rock, but more on that in a moment).

Of course, Hillsong is a mega-mega, 25,000 member church with multiple satellite locations around the world, so they set the standard pretty high for any church thinking they can “bring it” in the same way. Yet, why should Christians and churches sell themselves short? Thinking of indie rock ‘n’ roll where plenty of unsigned bands write and play great music without much support, why can’t “indie churches” cultivate that same thing?

Why can’t “indie churches” develop artists who are creative and independent? Why can’t those church artists be confident in their God-given ability to lead powerful, rock ‘n’ worship that doesn’t have to copy a mega church but instead create their own vision? Why can’t worship be as strong as an indie rock show that’s incredible even though the room is only half full?

That said, A Beautiful Exchange, has its share of worship balladry that probably will not appeal to a rock ‘n’ roller. But check out the higher energy tracks which praise God with a rock ‘n’ roll spirit: “Our God is Love,” “Open My Eyes,” “The Father’s Heart,” and “You.”

I know that Hillsong wants to capture worship on record so that others can experience it. Worship leader Reuben Morgan has said, “This is not about an album.” Yet, what I have in my hands is a CD produced to go in my stereo as a work of art. And for a rock ‘n’ roller, the album suffers from too many candle lighter/arm-swaying ballads. Hillsong Live’s upbeat songs set you up for that energy to continue—not dissipate on what feel like obligatory, less original worship ballads.

Hillsong Live
Worship Together
Sparrow Records

V.V. BrownIn 2008, Raphael Saadiq’s The Way I See It gave me the impression that he was singing over sampled mash-ups of soul classics. The fact that the music was original meant he was breathing extra funk into what otherwise may have sounded like rehashes of tired standards. The Way I See It rides on R&B flow with enough dance floor grit to match today’s skitch-sketch Hip Hop-influenced sound.

So now V.V. Brown lands on her singer/songwriter feet with that same skitch-sketch approach to reliving the 60’s soul-rock sound. Her debut, Travelling Like the Light has a Motown vibe, Supremes style, and Hip Hop flavor. Again, the fact that Brown writes or cowrites most of these originals makes the songs compelling in their freshness and makes Brown more than a pretty voice/face. This isn’t American Idol tribute night to the soul classics; this is an artist who is camped out within R&B and soul in order to let something new emerge from her explorations.

“Quick Fix” mixes up some old 50’s rock and 60’s bubblegum. “Shark in the Water” grooves along, built from a classic acoustic guitar line, and erupting in a chorus that hand-wags its way into your hips. Take on some introspective dance balladry for “Bottles,” counting down towards love.

V.V. Brown hits her best strides when those soul sounds are built up from that acoustic guitar, such as also on “Crying Blood.” It’s refreshing to hear the guitar take center speaker even as she shimmies her way through the dance hall.

GenerationalsThe Generationals
The Generationals also draw heavily from previous incarnation of rock ‘n’ pop. Where V.V. Brown lands on the R&B side with her time travels, the Generationals end up much more in the rock camp. Con Law lives up to the band’s name by invoking elements from the 50’s, 60’s, and 80’s. Horns and keyboards transport you to multiple generations in one song—“Nobody Could Change Your Mind” has 60’s horns and 80’s keys.

Bubblegum pop shows up on “Faces in the Dark” which skips along with echoey vocals along for the ride. Fuzz keyboard opens up the spritely “Wildlife Sculpture,” filled out with blips and beeps to update the sound. “Exterior Street Day” could have been built from the scraps of some Madchester tune, while “Bobby Beale” taps into a Prince-like funk link and another side of the 80’s with a “Funky Town” chorus.

Soul keys introduce the best track, “When They Fight, They Fight,” the opening then punctuated by a burst of marching band percussion before it slides into a 60’s Motown dress. Handclaps, horns, backup singers, and more make it an extremely playful song about saying “I love you, baby,” to the one you fight with.

V.V. Brown
Park the Van Records
The Generationals
Park the Van Records

Household NamesHousehold Names may very well land in the center of your radio dial. Although, I could imagine hearing them on some college radio station. Their brand of American Pop Rock (“Definitely”) comes coupled with enough variety and indie spunk to land them outside of the pop part of the Spectrum.

Stories, No Names opens with “Driving to LA” and “Every Third Time” that sound a bit like Jars of Clay’s Folk-influenced American Rock while also reaching for a College Rock like Whole Fantastic World. A Jars of Clay eclecticism shows up on the ballad “Firefly,” where I can also see why others have compared the song to Elliot Smith.

“Definitely” is a jazzy pop pushed along on a Beach Boys wave of keys and horns. “Live Without” has that Minneapolis alternative rock guitar tinged by keyboards and a pop overlay like the Melismatics.

Jumping out among the rest of the disc is a great cover of XTC’s “Making Plans for Nigel,” which is tremendously punched up by the guitar and drums.

Household Names

Interpreting the Masters sends you back to appreciate the masters. The Bird and the Bee will make you want to get Rock ‘n’ Soul Part 1 out again. Hearing the Bird and the Bee send up their faithful, jazz-influenced, electro pop versions of Hall & Oates hits is a thrill in itself, but it also makes you dig out the old cassette (if you still have it) or buy the songs again. Interpreting the Masters, then, almost should be a double album with the originals included, since you ache in a good way to hear Hall & Oates afresh.

Greg Kurstin (the Bee) bounces those classic songs through electro beats while Inara George (the Bird) keeps some of the soul alive through her airy vocals. Each track remains faithful to the original—even fading out the song in the same way—while breathing new life into them.

Hall & Oates may not always be considered “masters,” but they were part of my musical education growing up. Every summer my family would go on vacation with our family friends to Grand View Lodge in Brainerd, Minnesota. We’d get a cabin for the week and spend the time at the beach, the kids would run around the resort grounds, play tennis, and go to the children’s activities. For me, though, what sticks with me most is the music–the music we listened to everyday. My parents and our family friends (my godparents) gave me an incredibly good education in classics via The Big Chill soundtrack, Smokey Robinson, the Beatles, and added to the mix, Daryl Hall & John Oates.

Thanks to the Bird and the Bee I was back there again, family and friends together, warm summer days, and the melodies of Daryl Hall and John Oates in my steps as I walked down those Northern Minnesota paths.

The Bird and the Bee
Blue Note Records

I feel like I’m cheering someone biking up a really tough hill in the middle of a long day on the third day of a 5-day bike trip. “Come on, you can do it. Keep going, keep going! Don’t let those legs stop pedaling!”

And then he does, he stops pedaling halfway up this hill at the steepest spot so that the only option now is to walk up the rest of the way.

That’s how I feel listening to Ben Cantelon’s Running After You worship album. The first three tracks show him gaining momentum on this hill, but then he just stops. Everything else becomes slow worship ballads when the beginning had such promise with hints of rock ‘n’ roll worship.

This is the hard part about a rock critic approaching a worship album: I want the album to keep up its pace, to keep its focus, to make it up that hill. Petering out into a seven-track goulash of ballads doesn’t cut it.

It’s disappointing, because while the first three tracks are obviously still in the contemporary worship genre, they rock with enough punch to make them more than backing tracks for the local contemporary group. “Not Ashamed,” “God of All,” and “Jericho” have hints of the more rocking selections from Hillsong United. There’s enough electric edge to them to keep me coming back to those tracks.

However, if those three songs help propel me into the day as a soundtrack while I’m driving to work, the rest of the album lacks that same energy. Those first three tracks, though, show Cantelon has promise as an artist outside of the worship genre. Or at least he could bring some more rock ‘n’ roll to bear on future worship songs. It’ll be hard for rock critics to pay attention unless that happens.

Ben Cantelon
Kingsway

The Music Spectrum Notebook Series digs into my handwritten notes and reviews on older releases still getting my attention.

The gargoyle-devil creatures on the cover don’t set you up for Proud Simon’s Night of Criminals (2008). Despite the ominous sounding title and cover picture, the album features Proud Simon’s less dark American Music Club sound. It’s the pop side of John Wesley Harding (on his full production albums), the sweep melancholy of Crowded House, and the Beatlesque moments of Switchfoot. Even the dark hints on the instrumental “Everyone on the Train Could Use a Little Change”—swirling as they do like XTC—are pushed along by a pop bounce. Going past the cover art, then, you’ll find that the bubblegum pop antecedents for this pop rock make it an album you can be proud to enjoy.

Proud Simon

WUWM, the campus/public radio station of the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, was set up in the back of the room, presumably to attract listeners/supporters, but it could have just as well been an attempt to recruit Alex Chilton to be professor on campus. Judging by the experience at his show at the Turner Hall Ballroom, Chilton could easily hold his own as professor of musicology, ethnomusicology, pop culture, and cultural studies. He is the professor of rock ‘n’ roll, class was in session, and he was lecturing from his Epiphone guitar lectern.

Alex Chilton, who scored chart spot with the Box Tops, created long-lasting influence with Big Star, and was held up as an icon for the next generation through the Replacements song about him, spends little time playing his own songs. While midway through he demurely rips into “The Letter” (Box Tops), that is only a blueprint/syllabus for the music he loves (our reading list for the evening) and a blueprint for the papers his students write (his influence on the songs of the Replacements, R.E.M., dB’s, etc.). For even as he let the last familiar chord of “The Letter” resound, he seems even more excited about showing us an Italian classic, “Il Ribelle” (Adriano Celentano), than he was about playing his biggest claim to fame.

The experience is like taking us back to the BBC Session of the Beatles, when they still covered many of the early rock ‘n’ roll tunes. It’s like listening to the soundtrack Stand by Me, as I did when it came out in 1986, and imagining I was hearing a whole new rock sound—which was really just the 50’s discs spinning again. Listening to his version of Johnny Guitar Watson’s “I Want to Ta-Ta You, Baby,” I realize Professor Chilton was giving us quite a musical education while funking out to the backpages of R&B, soul, and rock classics.

Before playing 70’s Stax R&B singer/writer Frederick Knight’s song “Claim to Fame,” Chilton mentioned that it was so obscure that when he contacted the publisher, they didn’t even know about the song. And they should. Sung in Chilton’s faux-Brit voice, he is simply pointing to what should be the classic nature of the tune. It’s like walking into a used record shop with a true collector who not only tells you what to buy but sings it right there for you.

There’s nothing obscure about Michael Jackson’s “Rock with You,” but while calling it the best song Jackson ever did, Chilton helps us all “feel the beat,” bringing out the historic, blues, classic, soul of the song with an inspired mini-solo on guitar. He makes it OK to like Off the Wall.

Chilton wrapped up the class with Wilson Pickett’s “6345789,” giving it a strong, soul swagger. He came back for one encore, an odd groove take on Chuck Berry’s “Maybelline” which came with a great solo to send us off to study up until the Professor comes again.

Grant Hart
I first caught sight of the disheveled, 90’s flannel-garbed, vagabond as he chatted with the door attendants hoping they’d believe his story and let him into the Turner Hall Ballroom. Turns out he had propped open the stage door, went to retrieve something from his car, and meanwhile, someone pulled the stage door closed. The ticket takers almost didn’t look convinced by this man who didn’t have a laminate pass or anything, but they let him in anyway.

Later, it was clear that some in the audience weren’t convinced about the vagabond’s identity either, as if he was just an interloper who wormed his way onto the stage. Mid-set someone yelled out, “What’s your name?”

The flannel-clad one replied, “It used to be Zimmerman, but I had to change it.” The audience member looked more puzzled than ever. Before leaving the stage, the artist-metaphorically-formerly-known-as-Zimmerman said, “I guess I should’ve brought some business cards.”

This is Grant Hart, former drum of the seminal punk band, Hüsker Dü. Unlike Bob Mould who has gone on to enjoy some moderate post-Hüsker success, Hart has gathered various tribes to continue making music. He now travels along with electric guitar, playing snippets of past days, unpolished thoughts from the last 20 years, and classic/hidden tracks.

Hart is the building sub—that’s what I remember our high school calling a couple of young teachers who primarily served as substitutes in our school, any subject, any level. They seemed mainly like babysitters for classes, often not expected to actually teach the subject, instead proctoring exams or pretending to keep us studying for an hour. However, partly due to their youth and partly because they were chomping at the bit to actually impart wisdom, their sessions with classes often turned into great discussions about the world around us what seemed like open Q&A, current events, pop culture, and storytime would inevitably teach us more than we imagined.

Hart is the building sub. No one expects much from him as he warms up the crowd for the professor of rock ‘n’ roll, Alex Chilton. No one expects much from him, because no one know where he’s headed. Yet, this sub teaches us more than we imagined.

Hart looks every bit as rough as the 80’s were while adding on the intervening years. Hüsker songs like “Green Eyes” are familiar flickers amid the jazz club-like setting of tables and candles, a far cry from Hüsker’s shows in their heyday. Yet, he plays these songs on a sad sounding Gibson. He’s a Bob Dylanesque folk-singer-songwriter with a Gibson’s rockabilly and flashes of punk intensity. And he brings out the country feel of “Never Talking to You Again.”

To be honest, the set was a bit of a slow train that wanders and eventually settles into derailment. Yet, on his own song, “2541,” Hart finally let his heart be revealed. Beyond the humor/stupor act he puts on, there are the glory days, sad days, art days, days of the muse’s fury and flurry. And when he sings Hüsker Dü’s “Back From Somewhere,” you realize he’s still teaching and inspiring the youth of American who are now 20 years older.

Grant Hart

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

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