Category: Electronica


Something about the introductory track of the Chemical Brothers’ Further set me on a course of trying to see if the album would work as the grand liturgy of an Electronica-fueled Christian worship service. As absurd as the experiment might be, with its imaginary setting of a Gothic cathedral drenched in flashing lights, emptied of pews, and packed with dancing worshippers, I listened intently to the latest from the Chemical Brothers, an album that for the most part does not call upon outside assistance. Therefore, the album seamlessly tracks from movement to movement, making it ideal for such a worshipful experience. To a point.

Borrowing lyrics from Jackie Wilson’s “(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher And Higher,” the album opens with “Snow” on which guest singer Stephanie Dosen uses a chant-like bell voice to sing, “Your love keeps lifting me/Lifting me higher.” Working to introduce the worship service, drawing people together as they assemble, the lyric would work well with the pastor also speaking the words of the Invocation: “In the Name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.” God draws us into assembly, more than that, draws us into His family, His Name, and indeed, His love keeps lifting us higher.

“Snow” falls out into “Fly Like an Eagle”-like atmospheric keys and then falls into track 2 “Escape Velocity”‘s opening hints of the Who. “Escape Velocity” then takes off as the title implies and becomes an 11-plus minute opening hymn of dance. The Christian liturgy celebrates at the opening of a worship service, celebrates that God Himself is present, that He brings His Word and sacraments to the people, and that there is once again a time for the people to recall His promises of life and salvation in Jesus Christ. Let the dancers fill the cathedral with movement in this electronic liturgy.

“Escape Velocity” then drifts off to leave the worshippers with “Another World,” an ethereal treatment for the part of the service that brings us to Confession and Absolution. Confession, where the congregation admits their sinfulness before God and pleads for His forgiveness, ties in with the track’s lyrics, “Another world surrounds me/Another heart will forgive.” Ethereal specters fly through the air, but nothing that the pastor’s voice cannot break through with the clear Absolution, the announcement that through Jesus Christ our sins have truly been absolved, forgiven. The track’s bombastic middle section acts as a proclamation of victory over sin, death, and the devil.

After this, the Electronic Liturgy experiment just about dissolves on the fourth track, “Dissolve,” because its brief lyrics about Caroline do not fit in with the liturgy. However, this should not deter one from using its marching band-like intensity and Je Suis France-like beat of its first four minutes as that Hymn of Praise which follows the announcement of Absolution.

Then things do dissolve on track 5: the impressively driving dance track, “Horse Power,” which races its engines but whose whinnying samples of a horse creep a little too much strongly for it to work within the cathedral. The rest of the album has its moments, but the Electronic Liturgy experiment has already come to a close.

Therefore, it was a short-lived experiment, but a different lens through which to view Further which lacks the punch of earlier albums, such as Push the Button.

The Chemical Brothers
Astralwerks

Seven SaturdaysJonathan D. Haskell’s project Seven Saturdays pulls together help from a whole supporting cast in order to produce filmic, quiet music. Like electronica artists such as Jon Hopkins and Honeyroot, Seven Saturdays opens up huge worlds, cosmos, and universes. However, Haskell is often doing this organically with acoustic sounds as much as electronic sounds. The overture “The Shallow End” sneaks up on you as it sets the scene. “Secret Things” is like watching a storm come rolling across the prairie and then the anthemic theme breaks in like the love theme from Twin Peaks. The love theme seems to continue on the sweeping “Good Morning, I Love You.” A murkiness like the EP’s cover swirls greets you for “Love in the Time of Anticipated Defeat,” a great Gospel-themed title. As the grand gestures of “A Beautiful Day” rise up from the horizon, piano breaks in like a bright, brief moment of clarity amid the overwhelming flood of light. The Seven Saturdays EP is the soundscape that you need for your meditation on the brightness of life.

Seven Saturdays

Gettin’ Boxy With It:Kitsune’s Scion Sampler CD

Boxy. That’s my first impression of the Scion xB, and I suppose that will always be my impression. Boxy, odd, and so angular in this fast-paced, streamlined, aerodynamic time. I have never thought of buying an xB.

Then I heard the soundtrack..

I never realized that Scion puts out such great promotional compilation CDs. Scion has been producing CDs that act like soundtracks to create a club scene for their cars while embracing their boxiness.

Kitsune is the label partner of choice for Volume 23. The French discotechque label offers crunchy, grooving, strutting tracks. The disc does make me imagine driving my box—with added bling, of course.

Kitsune
Scion CD Samplers

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

Unwed Sailor’s Little Wars deserves the creation of a whole new entertainment format.

It seems like soundtrack music written for a yet to be filmed movie. However, that soundtrack wouldn’t be the same unless performed live, the band taking the place of the piano player at a silent film. And this isn’t the kind of soundtrack that fades to a background emotional pulse. Instead, the seats in the movie theater should be ripped out, allowing the audience to rock out as they would at any live, general admission concert. Yet, the film isn’t simply a series of images meant to enhance the experience of the music; this would be more than typical concert background visuals. The film would contain an entire narrative, any sound/dialogue coordinated with the music/silences, and be a primary focus of the experience.

Therefore, the poster would proclaim: “Come see Little Wars, the new motion picture in concert experience from Unwed Sailor.” The crowd fills in the hall floor, waiting with drinks in hand. They crowd to the front where the screen is center stage amid the speakers, while the band’s equipment adorns the wings. When the lights go out, the crowd erupts in shouts and cheers to a greet both band and film. Let the show begin!

Little Wars rides on guitar vamps and keyboard swirls, gaining much of its atmosphere, texture, and emotion from letting those vamps get rocked out in the ensemble. However, the percussion truly pierces those vamps, pieces them together, and makes the pulse of this film-yet-to-be-made. Like how the editing of a movie controls the pace and emotional gravity of the narrative, so the percussion of Little Wars indicates the different angles, lighting levels, speed, color, and tone of this picture.

Much like Collections of Colonies of Bees, Unwed Sailor can work a vamp like a jazz combo working in an experimental rock band world. It’s ethereal pop vistas exploring worlds unknown while finding that the aliens have human faces. It isn’t what we learned from pop radio, but it isn’t as strange as when we first thought about experimental instrumental rock. It’s soundtrack music for those who are prepared to be rocked. It’s a story that hits high points like “The Garden” and then brings the experiencer (listener/watcher/dancer) to a meditation close with “Numeral.” Lights fade, film ends, and we all go home much better for the narrative we just saw open before our eyes.

That is, at least, how I imagine Little Wars coming soon to a stage/screen near you.

Foxhole’s We the Wintering Tree
Labelmate Foxhole lays out some similar soundtrack music for dancing and rocking on their We the Wintering Tree. Mainly it’s an instrumental affair with the wordless songs moving the story along the best. “The End of Dying” is a great movie scene here, inducing a little head banging, fist punching dance as the protagonist beings to conquer his demons.

Unwed Sailor
Foxhole
Burnt Toast Vinyl

Saying that I have a Top 25 Concerts I’ve Attended list is a lie. I don’t have a list written down, so I don’t really know if it is 25 or 40. Plus, any day I might remember a different set of experiences, evaluating them on different criteria.

That said, the Bon Iver with the Collections of Colonies of Bees show in St. Louis is on that Top 25 list. No kidding, no guessing, no hedging.

Bon Iver (Justin Vernon) sings with Neil Young’s falsetto through ethereal reverb. He takes recluse songs, turns them into pop ballads, only to watch them fall apart in noise jams of a quiet-loud space.. It’s shoegazer folk on the foundation of Vernon’s country steel guitar.

His songs would make a beautiful worship service in an echoing chapel of stained glass. The rolling rhythms take us down those letter-named country roads of Vernon’s Wisconsin, the backroads near the hunting cabin with the album For Emma, Forever Ago was composed—which the band played in order that night. (Bon Iver now includes Sean Carey on drums/vocals and former Vernon guitar student Mike Noyce on guitar/vocals/percussion).

“Skinny Love” is an East St. Louis blues, Appalachian bluegrass done through a Midwest calm and loud rock shout with a stomp finish. “The Wolves (Act I and II)” with its spare, 3-part harmonies is like the Thorns from a much more open, experimental place. It leads to a heartbreak-at-the-end-of-the-movie with gunshot-like drum hits. They sing, “What might have been lost,” but as the song builds it’s like the movie comes back, the story’s not over, there’s a triumph over the pain in a looping chaos sound.

While I started to think of Galaxie 500 during “Blindsided” (and I mean the band not just the rusted out cars in Wisconsin fields), it actually comes from a quick-still space with a pop beat that unearths a frenetic guitar solo on top of the rising movement. The waltz-burst pattern of “Creature Fear” comes with chaos loops and a pile driver drum. Then the 60’s pop lilt of “Team” gets a much harder smash and all of rock’s history of experimental noise are added to the sonics.

Vernon has such an unassuming presence as if he’s a folk singer with no strings attached. Yet, his songs are deep, orchestrated, winding, band-developed movements. And because he sings cautionary, introspection songs, he would be a great partner in developing engaging spiritual chapel nights—with Collections of Colonies of Bees painting the sonic backdrop for the usually wordy part of a church service.

Collections of Colonies of Bees
I didn’t know what to expect when I first saw Collections of Colonies of Bees in 2004. I ended up extremely intrigued but not really sure what I had seen.

In St. Louis, I went thinking I knew what to expect but ended up getting much, much more as the sound formed in front of my eyes.

Armed like a jazz combo living in a Tron-like electronic world trying to recreate rock ‘n’ roll, CoCoBees make you experience the music as images, scenarios, scenes, vistas, sculptures, and flashbulb spots in your eyes.

Playing the four movements from their recent Birds, it is immediately clear that the group can get the extreme tone from each of their instruments—guitars, Powerbooks, synthesizers, and drums. “Flocks I” has bar chord-like pulses leading to a song that has an effect like walking through an old house hearing every song every played there in some sort of cosmic, ghostly procession.

“Flocks II” is a smash ‘n’ wail, 3 guitar wall, while drummer Jon Mueller shouts noiselessly at his kit. It’s rhythmically heavy, non-liner adventures in crushing the f@!# out of a C chord” (as Chris Rosenau told MKE). It then pulls back to hint at quaint, plaintive country rock. Just a hint. The CoCoBees are performing but they’re also like an art showcase, displaying themselves and their sound in the gallery. The music completely worshipful in its noise, cacophony, melody, rhythm, wordless mess that ends with a reverbed drum crack.

With a rockabilly-like vamp there in Chuck Berry’s hometown, “Flock III” kicked off. There’s a repetitive nature to the vamp, but you also find yourself wanting to shout “1-2-3-4!” at different moments as it shifts sonically on the same vamp. You don’t have to will yourself to like the music, because the rhythm wills your pulse and body even as the sounds begin to fill your dreamscapes while you’re still awake. The vamp then jumps down into a hard-edged rock line from the guitars with a disco ball rhythm from the drums.

“Flocks IV” begins with a hymn-like, Daniel Lanois-like, sunrise guitar line picked up by a marching drum as if rising out of a Civil War post-battle morning. CoCoBees delivers music that makes you feel images. So here it is capturing scenes of waking up, rising up, rejoining, reemerging from the fog but there’s another call to arms and alarm, and you’ve just been reupped. And here comes the rockets’ red glares.

Bon Iver
Jagjaguwar
Collections of Colonies of Bees
Table of the Elements/Radium Records

Steve Smith’s This Town begins with an extended intro to the title track with a Michael Stipe-like spoken word/interview with actor John Savage that acts like a part of a sermon on the meaning of life. This lands into the Country-influenced Rock sound (like Tom Gillam) in a more folk rock way. That seems to be the core behind the varied scenes of this album; no matter the action on center stage, Smith’s backdrop remains a folk rock with hints of country filtered through some fine effects pedals.

Like Peter Distefano, “Hit Me Up” has Smith as singer/songwriter laying out over a dance-heavy, electro-rock track. For “Restless,” that singer/songwriter sound moves in a song that seems inspired by Guns N’ Roses, Aerosmith, and the Black Crowes, while poking at spiritual questions (“You got to give me a little grace to run around”/“All my prayers are on the pavement”). “Comedown Queen” is a soulful folk rock.

While I really enjoy Smith’s lyricism, the awesome instrumental “Morning Jane” really commands attention with its harmonica-led, bass-bounced, Country-influenced rock blues with dance-track-like rhythms. It moves, shifts, grows, fall, and spins like an epic tale.

Smith is the vocalist in the electronic/dance funk group, Dirty Vegas, made most famous by their single, “Days Go By,” being placed in the Mitsubishi car commercial.

Steve Smith

It seems like a story of two bands. When Gregori Chad Petree is singing, it is like Bono in front of a live electronica. When Carah Faye Charnow takes center stage, it’s Miss Kittin with a lot owed to Joan Jett and Debbie Harry. Either way, Shiny Toy Guns has a disco flash and theatrical flair while showing their own debt to their grandfathers in Jimmy Eat World on songs like “Rainy Monday.” Petree looks like a shaggy-bearded folk singer who has been let loose aurally and emotionally by the prompting of the band.

Appropriately enough in those days before Christmas, “Shaken” (with the chorus lyric, “I will wait it out”) lines up with an Advent theme (waiting for the birth of Christ, waiting for His second coming), and the song even makes reference to “all-consuming fire,” a phrase usually used for the Holy Spirit.

Shiny Toy Guns
Universal Music

Electronica for Everyman: Science for Girls

I assumed that Darren Solomon’s project, Science for Girls, made an excellent disc, because Paul Brill is one of the guest singers. And any project Paul Brill is involved with is always tremendous.

This was a correct assumption.

Assembling friends to flesh out his vision, Solomon has produced an album of exquisite, electronic, engaging, everyman pop music. The vision is cohesive, but with unique guesting voices on most tracks, the variety creates a “hustle and flow” of style.

It begins with “14 Days” (featuring Bronwen Exter) like the soft jazz/electronica/Eurojazz of Koop. “Northern Lights” (featuring Boots Ottestad) uses subdued, crunchy beats like Rob Smith but has this organic, expansive pop melody about seeing the aurora borealis near Denali—as if part of an alternate soundtrack for Into the Wild.

“You’ll Never Know” is like the hand-grooving dance track from that Mitsubishi car ad (was that Royksopp?). Brill guest in the exact right place on “Australia,” a Casio beat, folky “Down Under” (Men at Work) about a quirky desire to be an Aussie. For “Peace Heart” (featuring Alexandra Slous) and its summer R&B sound, picture a confident woman striding down the street—knowing what she wants (didn’t want), knows, and needs, saying of her former lover, “I’m Louis Vuitton and you’re so Target (faux French pronounciation)”.

Finally, English teachers take notice. Just in time for April’s National Poetry Month, “Sonnet 96” takes William Shakespeare’s sonnet in whole. William Rottman sings in a voice reminiscent of Jim Moray (folk-influenced IRE/UK rock) over electronic noise/melody backing. Shakespeare didn’t imagine such a setting for his words, but could it be that it unleashes the grit and reality behind his words that today we often think of as lofty and erudite?

Science for Girls

I haven’t seen the movie, but Paul Brill’s production work on the soundtrack of The Trials of Darryl Hunt leave me haunted enough to sense the tragedy behind the case of the falsely convicted man. Brill’s own “Introduction” lays out the deep fear, dread, and hopelessness surrounding the legal system’s law enforcement, court, and prison agencies as blacks approach its doors and gates, while a tribal rhythm and high-toned melodic line point to some horizon of hope. Brill is just the artist to develop such a picture through music.

However, what Brill includes from other artists really paints the whole picture. Indie, Americana, and rock tracks from M. Ward, Andrew Bird, Mark Kozelek (Red House Painters), and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah lend the documentary air to the project as the music seems to open the big picture before your eyes. Especially compelling is “You Paint the Silence” by South with its smashing cymbal/tom-tom chorus and Joel Cadbury’s gentle verse vocals.

Interestingly, Brill includes demo and live versions of some songs, such as the one by South but also by Kozelek, Starsailor, and Bird. Of course, it could just be a soundtrack trick making collectors need to have these alternative takes of songs. Yet, I have to believe Brill chose a demo or live version because the sound better suited the project. Margot & the Nuclear So-and-So’s with their demo of “Things You Shouldn’t Do” is a stripped down, echoey touch recalling a lonely porch, jail cell, or being lost in a crowd of faces ignoring your plight.

Ras Kass, though, is the one who really clarifies the situation. The rap with its foreshadowing piano sample lays out statistics, research, criminological data, and philosophical realities facing African-Americans who are “Not Guilty” but are “guilty until proven innocent.”

Following up on that are funk beats behind the hustle and flow of “The Hunt is On” by Dead Prez featuring Sticman. This rap signals a warning to politicians and Christians who wrap themselves in liturgical robes of the stars ‘n’ stripes: claim that God is on your side in politics and government will lead to a very cynical view of your God by someone who suffers injustice from that same political system (“They say, ‘In God We Trust,’/But we all we got is us”).

[Note: I notice this same question and warning on Strata’s new album, Welcome to the End of the World, with the song, “The New National Anthem.” Beware that a Christian message in politics will backfire as a way to point someone to Jesus.]

Thanks to Paul Brill, Scarlet Shame Records, Young American Recordings, and The Trials of Darryl Hunt, Break Thru Films, and HBO for the review CD.

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