Cute little music video from Portland's indie-rockers, In the Audience.
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Many alleged rumors have been circulating the web for the past few months that emo-rock legends, Cap'n Jazz were planning to reunite. Whether or not this was true was never confirmed by any of its 5 members.
However, if they were going to reunite, last night would have been as good an opportunity as any. The Empty Bottle in Chicago hosted the Joan of Arc Don’t Mind Control Variety Show, which gave 15 minute sets to all the bands that were affiliated with Joan of Arc. Here is an [incomplete] chart that begins to tie together the musical relationships of the Chicago emo scene.
Apparently, when Cap'n Jazz picked up their instruments, they were performing under the facade of a "local cover band." The crowd went absolutely wild.
What a night to be in Chicago!
Here is some video footage of "Oh Messy Life"
Cap'n Jazz reunion @ Empty Bottle 1/22/10 from jessica hopper on Vimeo.
Nor do I pretend to speak French. I do, however, hear a murmur coming from their side of the pond. It sounds like the distinct rustle of some really interesting music emerging from the woodwork.
Now this is WUML, where underground music lives. Under those pretenses, I promise not to lead you astray. When I went to research this band, I could find absolutely nothing about them. In fact our spinitron playlist from when I played them last week was one of the top hits on google. That is weak!
So my dearest Chocolat Billy, For your sake, as well as our readers, I am giving you a review.
Mon Père Est Ma Mère is one of those albums that you listen through for the first time with a crooked smile on your face trying to make sense of what you are hearing. Starting off with what seems to be energetic math-rock, they tend to slip comfortably into a pair of post-punk pajamas, managing to escape by the skin of their free-verse vocals.
They tastefully hide catchy vocals lines throughout the album. Sometimes, however, these high-pitched outbursts take more away from the music than they give. Enough negativity though, there is enough going on musically to entertain you for all 41.1 minutes of the album.
I love their playful electronic aspects. They steal sample from household items: clanking glasses, spoons, and the lawn mower. It reminds me of waking up late on a Saturday morning. The synthesizer in blanc facile is a neat little addition too. It makes the song straight-dancy!
Talk is cheep though. If your good at such things, get your hand on this album. If not, just watch this video and dance in your room.
Now this is WUML, where underground music lives. Under those pretenses, I promise not to lead you astray. When I went to research this band, I could find absolutely nothing about them. In fact our spinitron playlist from when I played them last week was one of the top hits on google. That is weak!
So my dearest Chocolat Billy, For your sake, as well as our readers, I am giving you a review.
Mon Père Est Ma Mère is one of those albums that you listen through for the first time with a crooked smile on your face trying to make sense of what you are hearing. Starting off with what seems to be energetic math-rock, they tend to slip comfortably into a pair of post-punk pajamas, managing to escape by the skin of their free-verse vocals.
They tastefully hide catchy vocals lines throughout the album. Sometimes, however, these high-pitched outbursts take more away from the music than they give. Enough negativity though, there is enough going on musically to entertain you for all 41.1 minutes of the album.
I love their playful electronic aspects. They steal sample from household items: clanking glasses, spoons, and the lawn mower. It reminds me of waking up late on a Saturday morning. The synthesizer in blanc facile is a neat little addition too. It makes the song straight-dancy!
Talk is cheep though. If your good at such things, get your hand on this album. If not, just watch this video and dance in your room.
The Story: Here is a duo with the voices of angels, enough to make shivers run down your spine. These girls hail from Dublin, Ireland and recorded their first full-length in 2008 on a Irish label, Hide Away Records. Shortly after that it was released on Planet-X Records in the US. They have toured with Ghost Mice and were welcomed with open arms into the folk-punk scene.
The Album:
I give this album a 10 out of 10. I bought it from them when they played Next Level Shit Fest in Brattleboro, VT and listened to it constantly for a month afterwords. My favorite tracks: Remember When, Margie, Fire Ants, Slices of Palama, and Moose.
The Shimmy: If you don't like folk-punk, you will probably still love Heathers. They layer vocal complex harmonies over simple acoustic guitar. Their songs are both energetic and dramatic and their stage presence is absolutely magnetic.
Watch:
Heathers - Waiter from If You Make It on Vimeo.
Listen:
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The Books
I've always thought of the music I listen to as my own personal soundtrack to the every day. Conjuring emotions when necessary and making the mundane beautiful, just like non-diegetic background music to a film.
Music For a Film
This is why the Books through me for a loop. I have always allowed my brain to connect the images around me with the music I listen to. However, this band gives you a little bit more to work with. I would like to think of each one of their songs as mini-film that my imagination fills in the gaps to. Samples selected from a hallway record collection give each song a story or at the very least a personality....you get to decide the rest.
Quirky
You could say that this band plays with the sounds of voices as much, if not more than they play with the actual music itself. They love play-on-words (just look at their album titles: "Thought for Food," and "Lost and Safe.") and sounds: the sounds of laughter, of rain, of exclamation, emotional dialog, of foreign language. They slice samples together in bizarre ways, sometimes creating conversations that sound flawless, but incoherent and absurd. Their latest release, "Music for a French Elevator," is 15 minutes long, the majority of it this sort of sound play.
Musicality
Yes its there, and this is why its all worth it. You don't know what to expect from track to track. Sometimes, the music enhances the samples, and sometimes the samples enhance the music. Original vocals are a rarity except on "Lost and Safe," where they are on a mainstay, and "The Lemon of Pink," where they are featured sparingly. Expect strange percussion and acoustic instruments, dramatic build-ups, and eerie low points.
Video
From the "Play All DVD"
Favorite Albums
The Lemon of Pink (2003)
Lost and Safe (2005)
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