2004

Books on Tape

The Business End

Todd Matthew Drootin writes unconventional electronic music aimed at the dance floor, using original and organic beats. One listen to his latest long-player—layered with sequencers, bargain synthesizer rhythms and processors—should convert both drum ’n’ bass enthusiasts and fans of the Warp Records roster. “Grey Matters,” infused with short blasts of keyboard calisthenics, moves along at a brisk pace. Tracks like “Patron Saints III” easily could be mistaken as lost outtakes from Richard Linklater’s movie Slacker. Whether you’re a devout electro-geek or looking for something for that long, midnight drive alone on Interstate 5, Drootin’s latest should work wonders. If noncommittal bass loops and fractured breakbeats make you salivate, The Business End will do the trick.
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The Killers

Hot Fuss

Point of origin shouldn’t be an issue. That is, unless you’re a Las Vegas-based band called the Killers. Led by vocalist and keyboardist Brandon Flowers, this quartet already has drawn comparisons to bands as far-reaching as Boy-era U2, Duran Duran, Interpol and Stellastarr. Fortunately, the songs found within the Killers’ debut album are as good as the NME magazine hype. From the infectious “Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine” to the overly repetitive yet catchy chorus of “Somebody Told Me,” one can sense the urgency of a new band that has yet to unleash its full bag of tricks. Guitarist Dave Keuning knows how to play for the song and cautiously weaves a spell of reverb-laden soundscapes among the backdrop of an able rhythm section: drummer Ronnie Vannucci and bassist Mark Stoermer. Well done.

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Clinic

Winchester Cathedral

While Radiohead fans wait for that band’s next album, there’s always the Liverpool band Clinic—which actually stimulates and titillates much more than Radiohead does. Clinic is virtually a household name in the United States due to Thom Yorke’s incessant babbling and a coveted slot on Radiohead’s Kid A tour, so comparisons would be inevitable. Clinic’s previous album, Walking With Thee, may have seemed one-tiered, relying too much on the melodica and the band’s penchant for garage and surf, but Winchester Cathedral marries all of the band’s attributes into one cohesive collection. Such standout tracks as “Falstaff” benefit from odd time signatures and overt background vocals, while “Vertical Takeoff” moves slowly along with the swagger you can find only after a few too many Johnnie Walker shots.
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Wolf Eyes

Burned Mind

What started out as a solo project for Detroit native Nate Young in 1996 eventually festered into a trio, hell-bent on creating a soundtrack for the apocalypse. Wolf Eyes’ latest aural abomination—after several do-it-yourself cassettes and LPs, numerous CD-R-only releases and a slew of national tours—should be enough to incite a few well-planned serial murders. The trio, with Aaron Dilloway and Andrew Wilkes-Krier having joined Young within the last four years, straddles the line between industrial sonics and urban, white noise. Such tracks as “Urine Burn” and “Stabbed in the Face” set the nauseating pace, and “Rattlesnake Shake” tugs and pulls at your cerebral cortex with reckless aplomb. If you’re looking for the perfect accompaniment to your Faces of Death videos, look no further.
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M83

Dead Cities, Red Seas & Lost Ghosts

Anthony Gonzalez and Nicolas Fromageau have been writing and recording their twisted hybrid of ambient and fuzz rock under the mysterious moniker of M83 since 2000. Not since Tangerine Dream or Jean Michel-Jarre’s signature recordings has a duo rendered such a noteworthy time capsule. The duo’s formula is twofold: layer each song until there’s virtually zero space for cross-comparison, and use melancholy to drive the mother lode. The simple subtleties found within tracks like “Gone” speak volumes. One listen to “Unrecorded” or “Be Wild” should be enough reason to toss those Boards of Canada records aside. Without a doubt, this album should be considered the hallmark release for all electronic music during the 21st century. Dead Cities is a masterpiece—hands down, the best album of 2004.
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The Delgados

Universal Audio

Some bands are born to linger in the underground, drawing sizeable crowds only in major cities. Such is the case of Scotland’s highly revered Delgados. Although they’ve logged countless kudos from previous releases, it’d be fair to say the Delgados have always hidden themselves in the background. However, they finally have hit their stride on their latest and fifth release. Universal Audio is their first real “pop” album, and it should appeal to fans of early Kinks and modern groups like Elastica, Bis, Belly and Spoon. Emma Pollock’s vocal schemes on “I Fought the Angels,” the opening track, and “Everybody Come Down” are as witty as any written by Tanya Donnelly or even Karen Carpenter, yet Pollock’s name will never be whispered in the same breath. Too bad. Log another triumph for the Scottish.
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Mike Watt

The Secondman’s Middle Stand

As a member of Firehose, a trio that gave new meaning to improvisation and post-punk during the 1980s and early 1990s, bassist Mike Watt became the focal point. Although Watt has been known for enlisting guests—Eddie Vedder, Flea and countless others have recorded and played on his solo projects—his latest album should both ignite a new following and reunite him with his older fan base. Watt’s guitar-less quartet recorded the new album in his San Pedro studio earlier this year, achieving a sound unlike his previous efforts. Fans of the Hammond B-3 organ and Watt’s signature, off-kilter bass plucking should find reward in songs like “Tied a Reed ’Round My Waist” and “Puked to High Heaven.” Anyone hoping for a carbon copy of Watt’s last opus should know better. Watt likes to change it up.
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The Dillinger Escape Plan

Miss Machine

New Jersey band the Dillinger Escape Plan (the DEP) is a confusing lot. Not only does the band record albums to please itself, but also its fan base grows exponentially. As the leader of the “new” crop of math-rock bands, the DEP (guitarists Ben Weinman and Brian Benoit, vocalist Greg Puciato, drummer Chris Pennie and bassist Liam Wilson) has taken its new album to dizzying heights that focus on the left side of the cerebral cortex, while gently agitating the right into violent convulsions. Here, the DEP succeed in cross-pollinating a number of genres—death metal, jazz, Latin and industrial rock—but extend each further than the usual five-second burst. If tracks like “Unretrofied” don’t sound right next to the quagmire provided by “Highway Robbery” or “Setting Fire to Sleeping Giants,” it’s because they don’t.

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Crime In Choir

The Hoop

Since 2001, Bay Area band Crime In Choir has wowed audiences with its Moog-infused, prog-rock hybrid sound. Although the band’s original lineup has changed slightly from its first recording for local indie Omnibus Records, the ingredients are essentially the same. That’s a good thing. In addition to original members Kenny Hopper and Jesse Reiner, Crime In Choir includes the accomplished musicianship of Carson McWhirter and Ian Hill (both formerly of the defunct band Ent) and guitarist Jarrett Wrenn. One listen to such tracks as “The Perfect Cover for This Is Fur” or “Magnetotail” will make you recall Oxygene-era Jean Michel Jarre and Genesis’ Live album featuring Peter Gabriel. Fans of math rock (Don Caballero, Hella and Four Tet) should enjoy and embrace the soundscapes herein. A slam-dunk for true audiophiles.

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Local yodel

It’s much too easy these days to sit in the confines of your living room basking in Sex and the City reruns or Super Bowl halftime outtakes. Why would you go out to see a local band when you can accomplish next to nothing while absorbing and retaining even less? How about supporting the local scene at home by buying, and then listening to, a locally produced recording?

In the last two years alone, we’ve been treated to a veritable onslaught of new musical talent that has, for the most part, gone unnoticed. Although much attention has been directed to artists such as Jackie Greene, Cake, Deftones and Tesla, the real talent pool lies far below the A&R reps’ radar.

Clairecords, an upstart label distributed by local music store and distributor Tonevendor, is one such label. The current amalgam of artists on its roster—from the electro-dance of Airiel to the subtleties of Sciflyer’s shoegazer opus to the quandary of St. Avalanche—should please at least one out every five audiophiles. Dan and Heather Sostrom, using the Clairecords umbrella, local acts as well as bands from abroad. If you’re tired of visiting Insound for new releases, www.clairecords.com should be a welcome respite.

Another label, although much different in scope and focus, is the under-appreciated and grossly overlooked 720 Records run by Eric Rushing, who also handles the booking for Orangevale’s only happening club, The Boardwalk. Since the mid-1990s, Rushing has served up a healthy platter of emo, hard rock, nu-metal and now hardcore, with the late-February release of thug-core legends Hoods. Although the label hadn’t secured national distribution as of press time, it has made most of its releases readily available in the Sacramento Valley and the greater Bay Area, in addition to distributing them through the Internet. Current and upcoming releases include Five Minute Ride’s Bathroom Walls … Lipstick Secrets; Athena in Hades’ Memories Mascara; Hoods’ The Legend Continues; Fight Paris’ debut, due this summer; and a new album from Five Minute Ride.

Samplistic Records, run by Davis’ own Idiom Creak, a.k.a. Michael, is essentially a one-man tour de force with his hands in nearly everything near and dear to the electronic world. Much to the music community’s chagrin, his releases are few and far between and are hard to find in local record stores. The roster, which includes Nostalgic Progression, Idiom Creak, Scatter-Shot Theory and Mr. Dark Keys, also hasn’t secured distribution and does the bulk of its sales via the Internet at www.samplistic.com.

Whether or not you believe it, we have a rich music scene with people who aren’t out to make a quick buck or to cash in on the “next” alternative bandwagon. These three labels represent just a small portion of our ongoing musical heritage and should be applauded for their efforts. And listened to.

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