An excellent cover of Brenda Lee’s “Christmas Will Be Just Another Lonely Day” by Wye Oak, live in The Onion’s A.V. Club studio.
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An excellent cover of Brenda Lee’s “Christmas Will Be Just Another Lonely Day” by Wye Oak, live in The Onion’s A.V. Club studio.
Sorry for the short commercial in front of the music; that’s how The Onion helps pay the bills.
Hook-filled guitar-based indie-rock and power-pop
If the Brill Building had lasted into the twenty-first century, one could only hope they’d be turning out pieces of pop perfection like the Perishers’ “Spectre.” The song builds from a lovely guitar riff, gently strummed acoustics and an infectious vocal melody, and by time the drummer kicks in with Hal Blaine’s iconic “Be My Baby” beat, the strums have gained force, the bass line has grown insistent and the guitar solo chimes with simple authority. The song’s lyrics are slight but potent, particularly the line “I have always loved this sound,” a sentiment that will ring in the ears of anyone who loves great pop music. The album makes good on its opening statement, with Who-like moments from the rhythm section on “I’ll Deny” and a variety of rock, indie-pop and vocal harmonies that bring to mind Teenage Fanclub, the Byrds (in their folk-, psych- and country-rock phases), Velvet Crush and other indie- and power-pop favorites. Don’t confuse this London-based quartet with the Swedish alt-rock group of the same name, as their albums are often interspersed in on-line catalogs. [©2011 hyperbolium dot com] ![]()
Lushly instrumented, harmonically sung indie-pop
There’s little to prepare you for the textural mash that makes up this quintet’s music. Mixing guitar, xylophone, and drums with deeply layered vocals and atmospheric harmonium, the band is at once driving and pastoral, dreamy and nightmarish, relaxing and angsty, languorous and jittery. The opening “Generator ^ First Floor” mixes indie pop with rich vocals and… a banjo. The five-string reappears throughout the album, offering mood-setting introductions, and solos lackadaisically plucked against thickly pulsating backgrounds. Stereolab meets the Grand Ol’ Opry. But what sets Freelance Whales apart is the clarity of Judah Dadone’s tenor, feinting towards the tone of teen-pop at times, but offering something deeper amidst the lushly, unusually instrumented arrangements. There’s a great deal of craft here, including deftly engineered recordings and several atmospheric instrumentals, but it’s Dadone’s voice that holds your ear. Well that… and the banjo. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com] ![]()
Second EP from one-man indie-folk-pop band
Casey Chandler’s follow-up to 2009’s Our Lost Generation finds him once again working alone in his studio, overdubbing his vocals with guitar, ukulele, bass, drums, chimes and layers of falsetto harmonies. He depends less on his uke here, and the results are less wound-up and more contemplative. The opening “Aloner” sounds like one of Chris Bell’s down-tempo numbers, with quiet hints of Clem Snide’s “Moment in the Sun,” and a terrific closing flourish. The tempo picks up to a trot for the strummed country-folk “Beauty of Birds,” the plea “Don’t Go & Break My Heart,” and the Celtic-tinged guitar instrumental “Solemn.” Chandler’s lyrics tend to the poetic as he seems to contemplate isolation, loneliness, malignant behavior and self-preservation. The title track’s synthesizers, rock ‘n’ roll drums, guitars and bass show some interesting versatility, even if the volume provides a startling punctuation mark at the EP’s end. Galapaghost may soon morph into a group, as Chandler’s moving to Austin where his two EPs will serve as calling cards to hopefully like-minded bandmates. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com] ![]()
Enchanting indie-folk-pop one-man band
Galapaghost is multi-instrumentalist Casey Chandler alone with his studio craft (and not to be confused with the Galapaghost Trio). Like most “bands” assembled through overdubbing, there’s a charming insularity born of one set of hands repeatedly tugging on the beat. Chandler’s assemblages are enchanting, particularly how the emotions of his vocals – lead and harmonies – interact with his ukulele. Chandler’s four-string opens the album with harp-like plucked notes before turning to strumming alongside drums, bass and guitar; his vocal slides from note to note like a trombone, punctuated with a few Buddy Holly-styled hiccups. His combination of ukulele and falsetto sidesteps the early twentieth-century vibrato of Tiny Tim, though a few excursions into his top end suggest the delicacy of Art Garfunkel, the brooding of Del Shannon and the bittersweetness of Neil Young. The toy-like tone of the ukulele lends innocence to Chandler’s music, even when his vocals are sorrowful or bereft. The contrast of chipper strings, chimes and tambourine with Chandler’s forlorn vocalizations is emphasized by his productions, thoughtfully layering the instruments and voices, and often introducing them serially as the song builds. Chandler released Our Lost Generation at the end of 2009, and followed with another EP, Neptunes, only a few months later; he’ll soon relocate from upstate New York to Austin where he’ll put together a band. Let’s hope he can guide like-minded musicians to the same magic results he creates by himself in the studio. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com] ![]()
After releasing their second album, The Knot, just last year, this Baltimore duo returns with a five song EP that adds new dimension to their guitar-and-drums indie-pop. The quiet-loud contrasts, downbeat mood and buried vocals are replaced by a more outgoing tone on the opening “My Neighbor,” a romping waltz that sounds like a modern-rock version of Fragile-era Yes. The quiet/loud is reversed with the hard-charging verse and sedate chorus of “Emmylou,” driven by manic guitars and harmonica that give way in an instant to a cool moment of closing flute; it feels like a television station signing off with the national anthem cutting to a test pattern . Jenn Wasner’s vocals are audible but the lyrics still remain elusive; “I Hope You Die” has moments of aggression in its tone, but also an emotive air of contemplation, so it’s anyone’s guess if the title is hateful, ironic or something else. A closing remix of “That I Do” breaks the original’s mood of measured confrontation with a rap section that feels intrusive. The added layers give these productions a thickness one wouldn’t usually expect from a duo, but there are sparse moments to remind you this is a duet rather than an ensemble – a conversation amid the din of a manufactured crowd. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]
MP3 | I Hope You Die
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Homemade indie-pop Christmas productions
The Chicago indie-rock trio, The Layaways, have extended their three-song 2006 Christmas EP with seven new tracks. The productions retain the same homemade feel, exuding warmth and a dash of holiday melancholy. The album mixes vocal and instrumental tracks, layering folk-rock harmonies on acoustic guitars, and adding some heavier neo-psych sounds. “Auld Lang Syne” channels the mood of the Long Ryders, while the throbbing bass line and subliminal lead guitar of “Silent Night” suggests the end of a long night of egg nog. The backward guitar of “Away in a Manger” adds a contemplative Eastern tinge, and the album finishes with the short, meditative instrumental raga “Repeating the Sounds of Joy.” This is a sweet treat, deliciously musical without being over baked for mass media consumption. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com] ![]()
MP3 | O Christmas Tree
MP3 | Silent Night
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Touring behind their latest album Memoirs at the End of the World.
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Oct 9 – Backroom @ The Mink – Houston, TX
Oct 11 – Czar Bar – Kansas City, MO
Oct 12 – Off Broadway – St. Louis, MO
Oct 13 – Double Door – Chicago, IL
Oct 14 – Shank Hall – Milwaukee, WI
Oct 15 – Radio Radio – Indianapolis, IN
Oct 16 – Southgate House – Newport, NY
Oct 17 – Rex Theater – Pittsburgh, PA
Oct 19 – The Middle East – Cambridge, MA
Oct 20 – The North Star – Philadelphia, PA
Oct 22 – Canal Room @ CMJ – New York, NY
Oct 24 – The Bell House w/Au Revoir Simone – Brooklyn, NY
Oct 25 – IOTA Club and Café – Arlington, VA
Oct 26 – Pour House – Charleston, SC
Oct 27 – Live Wire Music Hall – Savannah, GA
Oct 29 – Lenny’s Bar – Atlanta, GA
All shows with Brookvile, except 10/22 and 10/24
Indie pop band indulges their love of ‘60s film score dynamics
Anyone who’s heard the Postmarks previous two albums will remember how Tim Yehezkely’s breathy vocals recall 1960s French pop chanteuses and more recent vocalists like Nina Persson of the Cardigans and Sarah Cracknell of Saint Etienne, not to mention twee-pop groups such as Heavenly, Talulah Gosh, and the Shop Assistants. The band has always brought a strong ‘60s vibe to their records, with jaunty tempos, summery melodies and brooding bass lines, and their album of covers, By-the-Numbers, laid out many musical influences. Still, their earlier cover of John Barry’s “You Only Live Twice” and a buzzing organ arrangement of Richard Rodgers’ “Slaughter on 10th Avenue” won’t fully prepare you for this full-blown foray into vintage film score sounds.
“No One Said This Would Be Easy” opens the album with orchestral strings, tympani and castanets that suggest James Bond narrowly escaping the clutches of a Russian temptress. The bass and drums underlying the arrangement soften as Yehezkely enters, but the song’s forward momentum doesn’t lose a step, and the bridge add flashes of horns and glockenspiel to the drama. The effect amplifies the power of Yehezkely’s singing without having to amplify her volume or alter her breezy charms. It’s quite the brilliant trick to so fruitfully combine her girlish vocals with scored rock backings. Fans of British production music collections such as The Sound Gallery and The Easy Project will recognize the swinging London and international loungecore vibe.
The group’s indie pop peeks through the grander productions in washes of synthesizers and vocal processing, but the songs are carried by the cinematic bombast surrounding Yahezkely’s dream-cool delivery. The lyrics loom enigmatically, clearing for moments of romantic reverie and painful separation, and there’s a terrific send-up (or perhaps jealous accounting) of “The Jetsetter.” The music’s enchantment is in its melodies and the interplay between Yehezkely’s fetching vocals and the thickly crafted arrangements. This is a sophisticated and charming album whose underlying pop craft casts a big shadow with its soundtrack dynamics. [©2009 hyperbolium dot com] ![]()
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