Friday, May 13, 2011

Quick Music Jerk 3: Concert Overload, ENC's, and Your Weekly Album Mandates

Here, Interpol remind us that dressing well and the rocking hard are not mutually exclusive skills.

1.  I could devote a year's worth of blog posts to chronicling my concert-going April.  But if a picture's worth a thousand words, then...ummm...I could you know, make it short or to the point or somesuch?  Or something like that.  There's a brilliant analogy somewhere in the dark recesses of my skilled brain and that's a guarantee.  So here goes:

April 8--Real Estate (Club Dada, Dallas): Annoyingly young (Makes me feel like I've done nothing). Beach-drenched guitars hum just as sweetly live.

April 19--The National (Cain's Ballroom, Tulsa): Great.  Just not quite as great as Dallas. Still great.

April 20--Interpol (Cain's Ballroom, Tulsa): Raw.  Clinical.  Dark.  Power.  Exceeded all expectations.  Best show of 2011 thus far.

April 30--Ty Segall (Norman Music Festival): Rock noise with skill and hooks.  Fun as hell.

April 30--Peelander-Z (Norman Music Festival): I am insane now.

April 30--Black Joe Lewis & The Honeybears (Norman Music Festival): Rock.  Soul.  Belly dancers.

April 30--The Walkmen (Norman Music Festival): Proof that even the best of shows can be almost ruined by teenage hipster douchery.  Free festivals may just not work.

2.  I have a new term I'd like to unveil for certain bands/artists that succinctly makes an otherwise layered argument--"E.N.C."

E.N.C.: Label attached to a band/artist with an artificially-inflated reputation fueled by trendy, hipster-hyped groupthink, a la the moral of The Emperor's New Clothes.

Here, I'll use it in a sentence: "Sorry Jake, but no one actually thinks Panda Bear makes good music--he's just a complete and utter E.N.C.".

Recent examples of this include, but are not limited to:  Tyler the CreatorJames Blake.  Discuss.  I anxiously await your outrage.

3.  Three albums I'm listening to this week for a variety of reasons and, therefore, you should be listening to:

Kaputt by Destroyer:  Lyrics of abstraction combined with beats of attraction.  This is about the smoothest album you'll hear in these current times.  As in silky smooth vocals and heavenly smooth harmonies--and did someone steal Sade's sax player for this album??  Did I mention smooth?

Actor-Caster by Generationals: Less "dance-y" but no less catchy derivative of MGMT in many ways.  One of the surprise treats of 2011 so far and a real contender for album of the year-type honors from your favorite music blogger.  Or maybe even me.

Helplessness Blues by Fleet Foxes: I was ready to be disappointed with this sophomore effort, but this band just makes beautiful, choral-centric music that satisfies and pleases.  It's obvious that a lot of work and skill goes in to making this music, but the execution of it sounds anything but complex.  Liking this album is an effortless venture.

Later.  Gators.

1 comment:

  1. E.N.C huh? That translates into "not dad-rock enough for Rob."

    I can however get on board with all three of weekly albums.

    And, I think you should ignore the James Blake hype and give his self-titled another listen. It's really good music.