Thee Oh Sees: Live

they certainly have some sick albums, eps, singles, etc, but make no mistake: Thee Oh Sees is a band best served live.



i spent my last two nights seeing them: the first, at a dirty garage show in Los Angeles, and the second, at a tiny classroom trailer on UC Irvine's campus.

jumping, headbanging, sweat, pushing, pulling, falling, rising, spinning, turning, punching, being, being, being, being: it's better than ice cream and liquor.

every time i've seen them, they open the set with Enemy Destruct, the first track off of Help. of course, it's considerably sped up and, like a firecracker, the previously still pond of people leaps into a torrent of raging rock & roll-induced madness.

their songs, though bursts, just explosions of energy that don't last very long, make up for their shortness in sheer intensity. when you're gasping for air and limb a minute in, you're happy to be able to breathe when they finish at minute two. that said, i have yet to see them live without experiencing one of their songs drawn out to its extremities, stretched minutes upon minutes into infinity, a brutal chant of rhythm and melody that possesses your feet, makes you think it's punk rock disco night across the universe.

the rest of the band fucking rocks, but it's clear that the lead guitarist, John Dwyer, is the general in this war. like a sun, all our energy we owe to him. and, like a good military superior, he's always dicking around. whether eating his microphone like in the above photo, forcing the head of his guitar into the ground, or hopping like an lsd leprechaun, Dwyer attracts all eyes in the room. (that is, if you don't have hair or fists in your face already.) at one point last night, he shoved his microphone against the head of one of the drummer's toms and started guitar-humping the amp to draw as much fucked up feedback from it as possible. keep in mind, this is halfway through a 10-minute epic of a jam whose only recognizable lyric (to me) is "all you need is the summertime oh oh," repeated over and over. eventually Dwyer gave up (or was fulfilled) and the drummer somehow mustered up the energy to bust out some cracked out drum solo that had one kid in front of me convulsing until he collapsed on the floor, where he continued to shake his arms, legs, and head anyway.

this band is why i have long hair.

The Beatles

today Apple and EMI are releasing two box sets: The Beatles Stereo Box Set and The Beatles in Mono, two epic compilations of remastered stereo and mono recordings of the complete Beatles studio catalog. beautiful. to mark my renewed obsession (sparked by both the box sets and also by seeing the Cirque du Soleil show LOVE in Las Vegas with Adam), i'm making this little post, which falls back on a classic six stars strategy: speechlessness at sheer musical genius.

Lily Allen

Lily Allen is serious paprazzi material (in the UK). She's popular because she's young, hot, and she sings about daily things such as boyfriends, fucking, and drugs, and because the music is slick pop with big electro beats. She made it big in 2006 thanks to MySpace, released an album and some singles, one of which, Smile, I think even US kids know, and in 2008 recorded her second album, It's Not Me, It's You, released just this February, 2009.



Anyways, I have this album, and here is what I think:

4.5 stars: 50 years from now, 4.0, but for its daring approach to pop and ridiculous popularity, a strong 4.5, resting largely on her voice and on her lyrics, the former so silky you think she was born singing like this, the latter direct and natural, a good quality in music this poppy. Play it very loudly so you hear all the nuances.

Lily Allen: smarter and more talented beyond either her popularity or her typical fans.

Help - Thee Oh Sees (2009)

okay. i admit it. i'm obsessed with this album, not just the album art:



originally, i simply wrote, "another quick, short post. what i imagine when i think about good and fun psychedelic rock: a purple smiling bat that can magically make rainbow arcs squiggle."

i tried to reduce my love for this album to its album art. let me try again: in less than a month, this has become one of my favorite albums of the year.

it's grungy. it's one of the dirtiest albums i've listened to in a long time. the drums are simple, but they provide a perfect backbone to the swampy, distorted humming of the guitar. i can't tell if the vocals have tons of effects put on them, or this guy just sings like a maniac, but i'm at last sure the reverb is out of control. it's like he's singing for a football stadium inside a garage. which brings me to my next point.

it's psychedelic. this guy sings like a retarded angel shaman, or something. i don't know how else to describe it. his voice is high-pitched and harmonious and wonderful, but it's also kind of whiny and just plain weird. beyond the vocals, this will FEEL just like good old rock & roll, nothing psychedelic at all. and yet, there is something in the sound that i think you will find makes it teem with rainbow sparkles and talking purple bats coming out of walls.

it's fun. all i want to do when i listen to this record is get off my goddamn chair and jump around. it's not particularly danceable, it's not what you'd call headbanging music, but i can't stop myself from dancing and headbanging to it.

ambiguous descriptions of a few tracks (which can all be listened to fully and freely here):

electric guitar and bass guitar wind, wind, wind, wind in the first three seconds and then, suddenly, the album blasts off with "Enemy Destruct." drums splashing, maybe some tambourine, and the singing comes in, trippy, like we just got dropped off on the peak of an acid trip.

the second song, "Ruby Go Home," is my favorite on the album, but i don't know why. it starts off relatively simply, with some basic guitar riff, basic drum thrashing, etc etc. the verse involves all sorts of nonsense and the phrase "ruby go home!" the chorus involves a bunch of oh!s and "ruby go home!" the bridge involves repetition of "ruby go home!" there's nothing inherently special about this song. but the band sinks into this moment, this glowing red moment, and they just feel it. they sit there and rock and rock and rock. the moment doesn't end. the guitarist starts fucking around a little bit, nothing fancy, nothing to suck us out of the moment, nothing extraordinary, just more rocking out. and it's catchy, too.

what the hell is that sound at the beginning of "Meat Step Lively?" i have no fucking clue, but it sounds like a baby guitar crying. more rocking out, more living in the moment. except halfway through this one, a wind instrument comes out of nowhere. somebody's blowing on a flute or something, transforming what just sounded like acid-tripped-out Kinks into the pop version of King Crimson or something.

the sixth track, "Can You See," definitely reminds me of something i've heard before. the way it swings back and forth like a pendulum. no, more like a crowd at a show. it's like swaying, not swinging. the bass does it. do do do.......do...do do do......do... and so on.

unfortunately, (for me) the album sort of tapers off towards the middle after an explosive first half, barring one song:

"Destroyed Fortress Reappears" is my second favorite song on the album. this is where the vocal reverbs go nuts. for five minutes he just chants like a high priest over this snare drum march and simple bass/guitar strumming, highlighted with this awfully catchy hook every so often.

i'll admit. the first time i listened to this record i was baked out of mind. i was sitting on a couch in my friend's apartment in the mission, facing one of two tower speakers bellowing out the cool tunes. i really couldn't speak, but i periodically checked with other people to make sure they thought the music we were listening to was as good as i kept thinking. i think i downloaded it the next day.

then a few weeks later, a couple days ago, i went to a bar to see them live for $7. seven bucks! well, not counting beers. but the show was outstanding. short, maybe. but they've only got two albums and each one is full of 1-3min tracks. i expected people to enjoy the show but not rock the fuck out like they did. we were practically moshing. they played "Ruby Go Home" thank god. and i'm pretty damn sure they played it twice as long, illustrating my point that the band has found an inescapably savory moment in that song.

this is good fucking rock & roll, plain and simple.

listen to whole thing here.

Merriweather Post Pavilion Art

I am in love with color, and lots of it, solely because of Animal collective and their recent album, Merriweather Post Pavilion.

first there is the eye tantalizing cover


then their is their first video for 'My Girls'



and then there is the first single for 'Summertime Clothes'. I could stare at this for hours.



and then there is the video for 'Summertime Clothes' with many dancers, balls of light, excellent textiles, and of course colorful light!





I must admit, that the sounds and colors of this album are so complementing. a full frontal on your ears and eyes. if only I could get to one of their shows these days :(

Animal Collective- Winters Love (live circa 2009)

quick personal animal collective recap: I first started to hear about this band after freshman year of college. It truly was from my friend Mark Quines, contributor to this blog, who had an advance copy of Strawberry Jam (2007). I return to santa cruz at at the first time I see my good friend Josh at his then new house, RIP 504 Palm Street, and he was discussing how his whole house had taken a field trip to see them just a week or two before. Josh was so down, and I was curious cause I just kept hearing about them, yet I had heard noithing. Next week, he slams me a CDR with Sung Tongs, Feels, and Strawberry Jam. Im short, it wasnt love at first listen at all, but i quickly grew attached to Banshee Beat, Leaf House, and Fireworks. Fast forward to my interesting psycaledic trip, and it was the NPR live bootleg that helped calm my soul. I cant tell you how important this band is to listen to on a bootleg. I oftentimes find myself listening not to the albums, but to the bootlegs, so they truly have a special place in my heart.

Live Situation: So i had tickets to see this band in LA, and then one of the guys got sick, so after driving down on a friday, the show was later postoponed, I couldnt make the postponded show, and I requested a refund 3 minutes to late for ticketmaster. In short, I still want to see them live, and the live shows are important, if not crucial I think, to listening to this band. In the past two years, with the band's main guitarist taking a break, the band has been trying to fill in the Gap with whatever they feel like, welcome Merriweather Post Pavillion. So, for old songs, they have been remaking and reinventing them to play live.

Winters Love: This song is originally from Sung Tongs, yet has been recreated, reworked for the 2009 tour. The bootleg I have is from the Bowery Ballrom performance on 2009/01/21. The only similarity between the original and this one is the 10 second smaple they put from the original. It might be in teh same Key, yet it is sung almost entiretly without lyrics, and with Noah just, seemingly, improvising and letting sweet, beautiful noise emit from his mouth. Its slow, its atmospheric, its relaxing, its chill, it was perfect for my walk up to campus in 60% humidity with a bottle of cold green tea. This song fits best within the encorce, following the encorce break after brothersport, and before Comfy in Nautica. I'd recommend listening to the whole bootleg of course, but at least from brothersport to the end. Noah's vocals drift into the opening, calling, voices of Comfy. For me, Its pretty beautiful.



bootleg: http://www.archive.org/details/acollective2009-01-21.nyctaper.Neumann_KM150.16bit

Yesterday and Today - The Field (2009)

already halfway through 2009, i figured i would begin this blog with a post about my favorite album of the year (so far).



as the album art maybe reveals, this album's all about minimalism. with his ear moving closer to Steve Reich (famous for the essential minimalist work Music for 18 Musicians), Axel Willner has completed his second ambient house masterpiece under the Field moniker. moving away from the shorter, more immediately satisfying tracks he created on his 2007 debut, From Here We Go Sublime, The Field moves closer to Reich's territory by staying in the moment of a sound longer, looping seemingly infinitely on a closed circuit track of electronic bliss.

the shortest track here is barely under seven minutes, and it's the first Field track (that i know of) to feature vocals as actual singing, instead of just the instrumental blips The Field is known for. the rest of the tracks here dabble in or around the ten-minute mark. the key track for me is number 3, "Leave It," a long piece that spins and spins and spins, morphing slowly and steadily over the loop that repeats for twelve minutes.

but i continue to have trouble describing what makes this album click for me. i think to understand it, it takes a couple loud listens on headphones. when you listen to this normally, in your room or in the car, you hear a mediocre loop repeating for far too long. in your head though, forced to listen between a pair of good headphones, you hear the nuances that help the track evolve, like a virus changing its shape over geological time. little sparkly clangs that usher in transitions, bass lines that crawl out of the water like a fish growing legs, samples of female breath that exhale perfectly on time with crisp snares.



i had the very pleasant opportunity to see The Field perform at the Mezzanine in San Francisco just a couple weeks ago, and i am so happy i attended. as the photo shows, Willner is joined on stage by a couple other musicians for this tour, who took some load off Willner's job by covering some of the bases. awesomely, one of the other bandmembers actually played bass in a couple of the songs, bringing a wonderful organic vibration to the electronic thump.

if you are wondering what the title of the first track means, you are not alone. i asked Willner after the show what it meant and all he did was chuckle, saying, "it's a joke between me and my girlfriend." don't forget that humans make electronic music and human music rarely comes up with new topics.

1. I Have the Moon, You Have the Internet (8:02)
2. Everybody's Got to Learn Sometime (6:51)
3. Leave It (11:37)
4. Yesterday and Today (10:08)
5. The More That I Do (8:36)
6. Sequenced (15:42)

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