Sunday, February 6, 2011

Radiohead - Pablo Honey and The Bends

Acknowledgements: I'd like to thank Stacy Sherman for suggesting one of these albums to me. I'd also like to thank Sam Porter for his great insight into the band and his willingness to talk music while we lived together.

Here is the plan:

Over the past 25 years there has been no band that has remained a part of the culture of the English speaking world as much as Radiohead. To look at their career is to look at two things: first is to see a frozen representation of a moment in time. The second is to see a band pushing against that time, making strides forward musically and culturally. I believe that by looking carefully at the music of Radiohead, great insight can be gained about the culture prevelant at that time.

If you'd like to know more about Radiohead, wikipedia has a pretty good article. Also, the bands website gives a good impression of heir aesthetic.

In these album projects, you will be getting my thoughts on these albums. Pablo Honey and The Bends, OK Computer, Kid A, Amnesiac, Hail to the Thief, and In Rainbows. It is going to be very important that you listen to the albums, if not for my point to become clear, then for the sheer fact that you need to hear them.

Over the next couple of months, I hope to lay out my general understanding of Radiohead's importance and why they might be my favorite band ever. I hope that you'll join me on this trip.



Radiohead - Pablo Honey and The Bends
Published in 1993 and 1995
Wikipedia - Pablo Honey and The Bends


Part I - Pablo Honey and The Bends

Let's put these albums into context. These are two of the formative albums by Radiohead. They are also their weakest efforts, by the incredily high standards of their later albums. They give great insight into where the band is going to end up, and the moments of genius are fantastic.

No work about these two albums could be considered complete without talking about Creep, so let's use that as a starting point. As the second track off of the album Planet Telex, it is the track that defines the early sound of Radiohead. It continues to be one of their most popular songs, and if there is one Radiohead song that everyone knows, it is Creep.

The first time I heard Creep, that I can remember, was in my fathers 1989ish Toyota Celica. Needless to say, it was kind of a peice of crap car, but it had a pretty good radio, and we would listen to it constantly. I'm sure I had heard the song before, but this was the first time I really remember listening to the lyrics and understanding them, in a naive way. It was a song that I fell in love with, as so many did, because of the open display of hurt and longing that was on display. The mixture of a soft whispering verse and a screaming chorus was exactly what I needed from a song at that time.

As I grew up, I realized more and more that the song was not just about hurt, but also about the appearence of the singer through anothers eyes. The fear of inadiquacy is the through line of the whole song, but the more it is listened to, the more it becomes apparent that he has never expressed these feelings to the 'you' of the song. This alienation is a theme of Radiohead's music, and will come back in the future.

While I quite enjoy the rest of Planet Telex, for the most part, it is just pretty generic rock. Thome Yorke has an amazing voice, Johnny Greenwood plays a great guitar, and the bass and drum parts are solid. Anyone Can Play Guitar is a great example of the band doing it's best to sound like U2.  This is not a problem, but it doesn't really do all that much for me.

This was the state of music when Radiohead made it's debut. Guitar, bass, drums, vocalist, playing loud and emotional songs to what sounds like a huge stadium. Everyone wanted to be U2 and sell out huge stadiums. However, as Creep is evidence of, there was a backlash coming, and soon, it would no longer be about pure volume, but about closeness and the use of space.

I think the best way to think about Planet Telex is to think about it as a baseline for Radiohead. They could have continued down this path of solid rock, but they went a different direction.

The Bends is a different beast, but is a child of Planet Telex.  The first track is a testiment to that, not just in the fact that it is named after the album, but also because it takes what that album did and moves it up a notch. The band has added the piano that will be important moving forward, and we start to hear the distortion that will become increasingly important to Radiohead.

The second track, The Bends, the albums title track, is a lot more like the original album.  An interesting thing to consider is the direction that radiohead would have gone if it hadn't gone the route that they had. I have a feeling that they would have occilated between Planet Telex style experimentation and something like this. One thing that I must emphisize is exactly how much I like this album. I think that it is well made and well produced, but, in the scheme of where they progressed, it's tough to love at the same level.



High and Dry is one of those songs, and the third on the album. It's a song that just screams wandering around in A cold and indifferent city to watch the sun rise in an indie movie because it is too good. It is musically well done, the lyrics are clear, and the ideas are well executed. It's maybe the perfect song of it's time.

Speaking of timeless songs, have you ever seen something sad in a movie or tv show with a budget? Then you have heard the next track on the album. Fake Plastic Trees is a masterpeice that has become so connected with crappy movies, that it makes me sad to listen to it. It's so well made, heartwrenching and beautiful that my heart hurts when I have to think about how it's been taken from his album.

(Side note: I know I am kind of harping on this commercialization thing, and that deserves some explination. I am the kind of person who associates things easily. So, let's say someone takes a song and puts it into a movie.  I will then store that in my memory as a moment that defined the song and the movie. Sometimes, this is an amazing pairing, like (most obvious example in history) Steeler's Wheel in Resivoir Dogs, a moment that would be less if one subtracted any part of it. This is why the Radiohead thing bugs me, because they never use them well, especially this album. To prove my point about how obvious the uses are: Entourage. Convinced? You should be. Now back to writing about music.)

Fake Plastic Trees sounds a lot like Creep to me, in that it deals with the minor heartbreaks and deaths tha
are experienced every day. The beginning ofthe song evokes a lonelyness expressed so well that it is still effecting me after three listens in a row. Following High and Dry is also a stroke of genius. The song sounds so different that it creates a tension on the record that holds for the rest of it. We are now on the hit parade.

Bones is a retrn to a more classic song, which could be a U2 song. However, for a complete education on radiohead, it's important, because it has some distortion, and Thom Yorke is starting to experiment a lot with the fallseto that becomes more important.

(Nice Dreams) is a great song, which follows the heavy distortion of Bones with a quiet and delicate sounding acoustic riff. There are a bunch of layers in this song, giving time to a beautiful violin part and some wonderful backgrounds. The voice is firmly in the middle distance, with contrastig lyrics giving different sentiments, and just a lovely song, all together. (just a lovely song).

We switch back to more of a rock vibe with Just, a pretty great song. It's a very sing alongy song for me, and it is a very excellent rock song. I think the hit song aspect makes it a little easier to get into, and the solos, if basic, are perfectly okay.

We go back to the more weird with My Iron Lung, a very delicate and well composed song.  The title is somewhat interesting to me, just because it is the first indication of the man and machine theme that rules OK Computer, but mostly this is a basic Bends era Radiohead song. Consistantly good, but it doesn't seem to be reaching for much more than basic compitence. The distorted sections are good and rock and roll, but it's somewhat tame overall. Fun to listen to though.

Bulletproof ( I wish I was) is a great example of where we are going in the Radiohead pantheon. It's suprisingly subtle, quiet and looming. The guitar parts are simple, but the sounds are beautiful and they completely make the song for me. It's not the best rock song on the album, but it is obviously the one that no one expected from them. It's almost a candidate for being the frontrunner for emo, but Coldplay is probably a better comparison.

Black star, for all of it's bland structure and boring lyrics has one of my favorite sing along verses from this album. The hook is really really good, and I love a good hook. The lyrics are delicate and intricate if a bit bland. The instrumentation is good, but nothing to write home about. It's just consistant.

Take that last paragraph and repeat it for Sulk. There is more ambient sounds and there are more interesting little touches, but it's just a good song.

(I know, another aside. I realize that I'm complaining a lot about "just good" songs, but it's dificult to seperate the good from the truly excellent with a band this good one comes to expect more.)

Street Spirit (Fade Out) however, is a truly excellent song it's a slowly developing, well constructed, quietly powerful song. The flourishes seem completely needed, and it just holds up really well. It's a fitting end to an album that played with both sides of a truly great band.

I've delved a lot into the individual songs in this album, and we talked about Creep, so let's step back and look at the big picture. Radiohead as an entity is at an interesting point. They have already had unimaginable success with a grunge influenced song that has become an instant classic. Their great contribution to music may very well be that song, and their second album shows glimpses of genius in two different directions.

Imagine if the band had gone down the other path. Radiohead writes another three or four albums of grunge inspired rock, trying to remain relevent in the oughts, but slowly being overtaken by young, nu-metal groups. Their more mature sound relegates them outside the polite company of radio and they slowly fade out of relevance.

This would have been a sad fate for them, and everyone would have listened to Creep and thought, "hey, whatever happened to these guys.

As it turned ot though, well, that's the next part of the Catalog Project: Radiohead.

That's what we call a cliffhanger, ladies and more feminine ladies. These are probably going to come once a month or two, but if you'd like them to come faster or slower, please leave a comment.

In other housekeeping news, we have almost reached 1000 hits on the site, and when we do, I'll add some stats to the next album project, so you can see where everyone else who reads tap is from, and we can figure ot together who is reading from the really weird ones. January, by the way, has been by far our most successful month ever, and I would like to thank you for that. Every time I check the blog and see the counter turned over, it warms my cold monster heart. Te next update will be next Saturday, same bat time, same bat channel. If you'd like, you can subscribe to the blog, spread the word, or even suggest an album. Also, and this would be crazy, if you wanted to write an album project, we can always use more insight.

For the future, I have a list of things I'd like to do, including an audio commentary of an album, a group chat about the album as an art form, and the Eppys or Albys for epic or interesting suggestions.

Okay, housekeeping over, go back to your lives or leave a comment or something, or tell me what you think about these albums.

"You like monkey?" "Sure, I like monkeys." "I hate monkey."
Matt

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Arctic Monkeys - Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I Am Not

Arctic Monkeys - Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I Am Not
Published 2006

Weird one today, and also iPod-riffic, so blame it for anything super strange.

... And the time and place album. 
Or a tribute to Dr William Hollingsworth. 

Imagine that you were told a day before that you were going on a road trip. That you would take it with two of your good friends and a guy who you thought was cool, friendly and interesting that you didn't know so well. Imagine that the purpose of this trip was to go to an alien landscape and get very, very ,very drunk with a bunch of other college kids who you have never met and anticipate never meeting again. Imagine that you had a couple hours on the road with an iPod and three other guys. 

This is a recipie for one of two things. Thing one: a ton of awkward picking of weird music to try to out indie each other, or thing two: a group of guys picking awesome music screaming at the top of their lungs about tire fires and how crazy they were going to get. 

This is the situation in which I was introduced to the arctic monkeys. And what an introduction. I probably never would have given this band a shot if it had not been for that introduction.

For a first album, it's suprisingly well put together and obviously well done. This is one of those bands that everyone you know will claim to have known about them first and that you are late to the party. Because all your friends are pricks. Or something. Wait where was this going. 

Oh right. There are albums that exist to be heard in a certain time and place. They must be heard there or they might not flourish into the album that you understand. For an obscure comparison, it's like that flower that mr Wilson cultivates In the Dennis the menace movie, which only blooms every forty years or something. 

This is an album that needs to be heard in the company of people who want to enjoy a good solid rock album. This is not an album to be listened to alone. Which I am violating just by writing this solo, but fuck it right. You need to have some Streets to build on, you need to have some Man Man to follow up with and of course some Death from Above to finish it off. 

These are not the greatest artist ever, but they fucking try to be. They obviously attended the Liam and Noel Gallagher school of becoming brother pop stars, but in this case it is not to be begrudged. They make some really solid songs along the way and want to make some people fucking move. So fucking hats off to the fucking monkeys and don't listen to any of their other albums because they are mediocre as shit. 

Anyway, thank you Will. I still consider you one of the coolest people I know, and I wish that we had more time together. But I guess that is what the next roadtrip is for.    

Friday, January 28, 2011

The Ink Spots - The Very Best of the Ink Spots


The Ink Spots - The Very Best of the Ink Spots
Published (various) 1939-1952

1. iPod!

So, to get this part out of the way. I first learned about the Ink Spots because of a video game.  The game is called Fallout, and it is one of the finest post apocalyptic worlds that has ever been created. The premise is that shortly after WWII there was a major nuclear incident which was only survived by mutants on the surface and people who lived in Vaults. This alternate history continued using what was popular culture around the time of the incident and the juxtaposition of the destroyed world and the old music is actually quite effective.

Over the opening credits of fallout 1, 2 and 3 an Ink Spots song plays. Each one of them was moving and beautiful. So, I did some searching and found their compilation album.   Now the question should be asked, do greatest hits albums fit the structure of the project?

Probably not, but I have some shit to say about it anyway.

The compilation is both the easiest album in the world and the most likely to go completely off the rails. Here is why: given that you are able to solely pick from your greatest hits, you should be able to construct an album that hits every high note from your career. However it is in no way guaranteed that the nuance of the song will hold up in the new context. For instance, maybe your second hit doesn't hold a candle to your first, and that quickly becomes apparent when you hear them back to back. Or maybe the reason that song was so well received was because of the prevailing musical attitude at the time, and your gimmick no longer works.

Whatever the reason, it is difficult in this context to make your music heard as if both new and interesting. A potential album project and excellent effort is the Rolling Stones, who's 40 licks gives an excellent picture of the band and their development (or lack thereof, if you talk to some) is fully on display.

The Ink Spots get off easy in this case. I mean, I couldn't even find one of their records if I tried, and when I say record I mean record. I have no context for these songs other than the context on this disc and my personal emotional stake in the few songs I knew going in. I'm happy to report though, that the music is spectacular and will make you enjoy the retro nature. These songs, some of which are covers, are, to a song, done well.  They are toe tapping, finger snapping good. They are fun, funny upbeat and even romantic.

What you must remember going into this album is that there was once a time when it was considered inappropriate to tell a woman " you're a crazy bitch, but you fuck so good I'm on top of it".  I know, shocking right?  There was once a time in America when the first thing out of a singers mouth was not "shake that ass".  This was an ancient time when men could say things that may have even approached respect toward a woman without fear of public castration or Justin Beiber comparisons.

This innocence is the source of two things. 1. Grandpa-itis, which makes older men say things like you damn kids don't know what you're doing and get the he'll off my lawn, and 2. Me liking this album. What can insay, I'm a romantic at heart, and hearing "I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in yur heart" pulls a cheap and easy tab on my heart. It's so silly and easy that it seems corny, until you realize how good they are.

The harmonies are on like a large barrel throwing primate. The music, while simple, makes it's presence felt, and gets out of the way. The singing and speaking are very good, and it's all around a great album. However, it should absolutely be optional.

In some songs, it is just too silly for words. Sometimes they get carried away, and some people will just think it's corny crap. However, if Maybe and I don't want to set the world on fire have some effect on you, you should get your heart checked out, tin man.

Nobody to thank this week, so thank you Fallout teams past and present, and the Ink Spots.

How you ever hear yourself thinking with all that sloshing around amazes me, meatbag.
Matt

PS - Arctic Monkeys are up next.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

jj - jj n° 2


jj - jj n° 2
Published in 2009

First off, thanks to doomsday for suggesting this album.

This album landed with a resounding thud on my iPod. I was listening to it going what the fuck is this. Weird etherial electronic rap lady singing insanity? What on earth am I listening to?

I'm writing this without the internets but i'd bet, were I to look up jj on the Internet, they would be some sort of Scandinavian collective of electropop artists based on what I am hearing. It's so ecclectic that it could only be made by white people who were cold and bored.

Look, I don't know if I like this album or not. I literally cannot tell. Some of it is very cool and interesting and makes me want to be a huge fan. But some makes me want to punch someone in the face for sheer pretentiousness. I just want to know why they are trying so hard all the time.

To get a little psychological, I have a feeling that the prophet doomsday suggested this album because it reminded him of theivery corperation. He knows how much I like them, so he gave me this. I think I really like TC because of the wide influences and because it is perfect chill music. Every song takes it's time, allowing the listener to really get involved in the permutations of the sound. This doesn't allow me to do that, perhaps because they are trying to be too upbeat for it.

I come not to bury albums but I cannot say that this is anything but optional for me. The vocals are quite nice, and some of the tracks are good. Nothing seems to just jump put at me, and that means something. It ether means that I just don't have the chops to get on board and I am missing an essential piece of the puzzle, or it means that it just doesn't work for my pallet. I can recognize moments of real beauty and grace, but it seems to be weighed down too much with strange shit.

Patrick, I understand this album, and I can see why you like it, but it just never hooked me, which is trouble. I was looking for something else in there that just wasn't. Maybe this one will grow on me eventually, but it's not working for me right now.  But thanks again for the suggestion man, and keep more coming.

"What do you do man?" "I kill people, professionally."
Matt

PS - Next Week The Ink Spots - The Very Best of the Ink Spots

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Oasis - (What's the Story) Morning Glory

Oasis - (What's the Story) Morning Glory
Published in October 1995

First off, iPod so there is that. Also, thanks to Sarah who asked me when I was going to do this album, unwittingly telling me to get off my ass and get back to work.

(What's the story) Morning Glory is a lot like getting into a time machine and setting it within your own life. Every part of it is familiar and yet you don't really know why but t all feels just a little wrong. Listening to this album reminded me or my childhood, but at 24 I feel like being nosolgic is a little strange. 

The reason that this album makes me pine for days gone by is because there was a time in my lifetime when Oasis was the new shit. I remember kids being excited about them coming to the patriot center and them being in the news. 

In fact, one of the few concerts I attended with my friend Zach was an Oasis and Black Crows concert that we attended because we got free tickets and also for a much more cynical reason. 

I wanted Noel and Liam Gallegher to beat the shit ot of each other on stage in a glorious bottle smashing fist flying melée. What can I say, I was a seventeen year old boy. I'm not proud of wishing that the two of them go all Cain and Abel on each other, but since they were probably going to do it anyway, I was happy to go see the concert and hope.

I'm not sure if I was alone in my desire to see these two fight, and I am pretty sure I wasn't, but I had forgotten how much of a pleasure it had been to see them until I started listenig to this album. They were tight in performance, and if they just could have laid off the sauce and the brotherly love, they could have been one of the formative bands of my youth. Jnfortunately, plagued by the kind of press that slowly destroys your musical cred, they ended up with assholes like me combing to their converts to watch them get biblical on each others asses. 

It's a shame. I really enjoyed this album, and I know the 12 year old me would have really liked it. It's nice and pop rocky, great hooks and super fun and enjoyable. The singles are still resonent and the other songs are tight, well produced and skillful. 

Let's talk about singles for a second. I have some friends who really like to get their favorite single tracks and play a mash of songs. It's not my strategy, but I understand it more and more. This group of songs are singleriffic. I am tempted to skip through and just listen to the songs I remember, because they are so good.

As a collection of singles, this album is the tits. As an album, it's good. It doesn't present a full picture of the band and it is a little to all sounds the same for me. 

I guess what I am saying is if you liked Oasis the first time around, you'll probably enjoy it this time. Don't look back in anger and wonderwall held up extremely nicely. If you were ambivilent or turned off by te image that was presented of them, give it a shot. If you can't stand Oasis, this album isn't for you, and you know that. 

Thanks to Sarah for suggesting this album. It was lovely to listen to and it's been lovely seeing you once or twice a year. 

I like my women like I like my coffee, covered in bees
Matt

PS. Next week jj - jj n*2 (a dooooooooomsday production.)

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Nas - Illmatic


Nas - Illmatic
Published in 1994

iPod warning. Written on an iPod so any mistakes are its fault and not mine. I am absolved!

I hate New York.

Really, I do. I'm jealous of their popularty, I think the city is rightfully the center of the world, and I think their culture is amazing.  I'm sure that at some point I'm going to have to live there at some point just because t is the center ofthe world, but I will always hate New York.

There are several reasons for this. One, New York is the quintessential place that knows exactly how fucking cool it is, and takes a lot of pride in that fact. Two, New yorkers treat the world as if the east coast consists of NYC and other.  But of course, there is an even better reason.

Three, New York is the home of the New York Yankees. While this should be an obvious reason to hate New York and their stupid smug faces, I will explain. I'm from a small town directly between Baltimore and Washington if you know one thing about this area, it is that our sportsteams glory days have been out of style since the late 80's. Actually, I've always maintained several team loyalties because that was the only way to survive.  Here is a list of my local teams and their alternates.
1. The Washington Capitals (who are finally good, but have had no success in the playoffs) - The Detroit Red Wings (family is from Michigan and they are the greatest sports team in history)

2. The Washington Bullets (wizards) - No real alternate, I'd rather watch college ball, but I am currently loving he evil that is the Miami Sith.

3. The Washigton Redskins (to know this teams MO, all you need to know is that their general managers nickname is "chainsaw" Dan Snyder. They are going to the playoffs at the beginning of the season, and by week three, they are back to a rebuilding year.) - once again, college is an option which is why I love Michigan but they have been sucking too. If the skins get Favre, I might defect to the raiders who have always treated me right and are one of my best friends teams.

4. The Baltimore Orioles

And here we come to the true worst. The lowest of the low. I am not the biggest baseball fan in the world, but I must be a masochist because I love the Orioles. They are the pinnicle of teams that you wish you could quit.   They are consistantly having a bad year, aren't doing anything big and try to remind you of the good old days.

I'm twenty four. I can reasonably expect to live another fifty years or so. I don't smoke, I don't drink to excess anymore, and yet, I have a feeling that Peter Angelos will outlive me and the orioles will never go to the playoffs again. There is one good reason for this. That reason is that we are in the most consistantly brutal division in the league. We play against the Red Sox, the Rays and the Fucking New York Yankees.

(I know that this is a music blog and a lot or you don't care about this biut I think it gives a good context for my feelings about Nas.)

I was a younger man once. I had no television in my house except for huge sports events. Thinking about it now it is really strange that we even watched those, because other than my grandfather, we weren't big sports fans. However we watched the olympics over the antenna, we saw Ripkin's 2131, watched Jordan's bulls go buckwild on people, and watched baseball playoff games, but only the O's and the world series. So, one of my most vivid sports memories is when that little yankees fan shit deflected the ball over the wall to turn a 3-2 win for the o's into a 4-3 loss for them. I remember that moment as the moment that I knew the O's were screwed because god hated them and by extetion loved the living avatars of Satan that are the New York Yankees.

Obviously, this shit is emotional for me still. It's one of those ments that can only happen in sports, where your heart is ripped out over something that only matters in your heart. But, if sports has taught me anything, if you want a community to band together and to become something connected and real, give them a sports team, let them make a run for greatness and then either let them win, or rip their hearts out. Steal their team in the night, then make them do it to another city. Give them a taste of collective greatness and you will bind them together.

This is why this album is hard for me. It is deservedly a classic rap album, and it is a totally incredible album. But, it wears it's New York credibility on it's sleeve. And as a hater of New York this is tantamount to worshipping at the temple of Ba'al to Moses.

I love this album. Nas is rightfully called a game changer, and his ability to create flow and wordplay is incredible. Everything he says is in the service of driving the action and his words are quick moving and selected. He rhymes well, powers through when power is needed and hacks off the mic when appropriate.

His beats are as strong as his words are too. In the grand scheme of beats, I would say that his are in general well sampled and are good about getting out of the way of the action. However, they give a great flavor to the words and work wonders with their simplicity.

If I were to talk to Nas, I'd probably be star struck and be unable to talk,  but if I summoned the courage, I'd ask him what he loves about New York. I have a feeling that the reasons I love Baltimore and Washington are in many respects the same and that he is just showing appreciation to the place that was important to him in his youth. But, of course, that doesn't make him right about NYC, because as any decent human being knows, that town Is evil.

Kind of a weird album project, I know, but when I heard this one, I knew exactly what I needed to talk about.  No thanks this week except maybe to the AV club, who's suggestions make me expand my horizions. So keep it up, you guys.

April is the cruellest month
Matt


PS. Next week - Oasis - (what's the story) Morning Glory                      

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs

Andrew Bird - Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs 
Published 2005
Wikipedia


First up, thanks to Alex Claxton for suggesting this album. I've been looking to do this one almost since the beginning of the project and I'm glad I finally got to it. 

Second, this was originally written on my iPod because my school decided that they needed me to go on a school trip. This was a mistake on their part. If there is anything in the world that I am not good at, it is sightseeing in Korea. Any major mistakes can and will be used against the iPod at the appropriate time in it's trial on it's warcrimes against humanity.   

Anyway, to the album. I think I'll start out by saying something that is going to sound like the beginning of
a back handed compliment, but I honestly mean it. Andrew Bird would best be described in my mind as technically proficient. I mean this in the nicest way possible. He sincerely plays some of the most technically proficent music that I have listened to on the project thus far. The fact that this is also a performer's album makes it even better. 

What do I mean by a performer's album? Well, I'm glad you asked, person from my brain who asks me to clarify things that I wrote. It's an album type I usually associate with singer songwriter types who to for that stripped down sound. I'm talking the early stuff for these artists, who then go on to do what Andrea Bird does so well. The album is truly a showcase of the artists talent and ideas about music. It's usually a solo and guests only type of deal. 

And this is why I appreciate what Mr. Bird did here. This is a performer's album which sounds and feels like a big band effort. It is exclusively performed by him, but there are a ton of instruments used beautifully and proficiently.

See, I have a multi instrumentalist cousin ( if were being honest, I also have another cousin, two uncles, a grandmother who are multi instrumentalists, and everyone in my family has played instruments and sang), I somewhat understand how much work he has done on his instruments to just be technically proficent.  

So when I say technically proficent, I mean it as a high compliment. He plays beautifully on all of the instruments. The little flourishes are wonderful and the whole album is genuinely well played. The only real problem that I have with it is that I just don't feel enraptured. Not to say that it isn't moving or beautiful, it is, it's just not the kind of thong that I get deeply into.

Musically, it's kind of an indie jazz album. It's good but nothing super special to my ears. The production makes a huge difference.  And knowing that Bird did all of the playing makes a huge difference.   

If you are the kind of completionist who needs to hear this whole album, it's a good one for daytime driving and newspaper reading. I will say sovay is one of my favorite songs off of this album so perhaps you should give that a spin. 

Once again, thanks Alex, I hope that I didn't desparage the name and hope you'll throw more suggestions my way. 

Ooh a big blinking lighty machiney thing. Big blinking lighty machiney things have my name all over it. Well not yet, but give me some time . . . And a crayon. 
Matt

PS. Up next Nas - Illmatic

PPS. Happy New Year