Review: Rhye - Woman

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You know those albums that do it for you? Rhye’s Woman is one of those. This warm, lush album has me in awe.

Rhye is the collaboration of two producers: Robin Braun and Mike Milosh. The pair managed to churn out one of the most graceful, romantic albums with Woman’s release in March of 2013.

Woman opens with one of Rhye’s most popular songs, “Open.” For hopeless romantics like myself, the lyrics are intriguing and accurate: “I’m a fool for the shake in your thighs…I’m a fool for the sound in your sighs…I’m a fool for your belly…I’m a fool for your love.” Milosh’s vocalization of these tender lyrics is like honey. His sincerity can be felt as he sings about the ephemeral nature of love: “mmm but stay, don’t close your eyes.” Gorgeous strings open this number; synth production sweeps the listener from his feet. Rhye has managed to inspire emotion in the first track alone.

Thematic content stays the same in the album’s next track, “The Fall,” another track about a fleeting lover. Milosh begs “Make love to me one more time before you go away. Can’t you stay? Oh my love, come home to me. Just for a while… Don’t run away. Don’t slip away, my dear.” Yet again, Rhye has produced a track that tugs at heart strings while gorgeous instrumentals-both synthetic and acoustic-usher the listener into a new world of pleasing sounds. “The Fall” adds more pep to the album, with upbeat instrumentals, and then it ends almost abruptly-perhaps in the same way the woman or man who inspired this song left.

The album continues with another energized number in “Last Dance.” The groove is heavy in synth, slow, and sultry. Mislosh’s smooth voice croons “game on, game on…” Last Dance is one of the sexiest songs on the record, while Rhye’s ingenious vibe stays consistent from the first tracks to this one.

"Verse" is Milosh’s chance to showcase the whisper within his beautiful voice while unconventional synth production adds an air of sophistication, ethereality, and seduction. These feelings continue in "Shed Some Blood" while Milosh hums "move my way."

In “3 Days,” Rhye paints the picture of lovers who can only be together for a short time-“we got three days to feel eachother; we got three days to sing a song”- through the most tantalizing metaphor: “I’m famished, so I’ll eat your minerals. A rabid beast at a foolish feast. I’ll steal hour breath. Twisted thief with a a mangled glove…I’m killing you.” Interspersed is the insightful gem: “Love is terminal not built to last. Burn bright, burn fast.” This fast track, like others on the albums, presents the dilemma of short-lived love in such a beautiful way.

"One of Those Summer Days" is possibly one of the most unique tracks on the album. With its slow tempo and simplistic lyrics, the listener can easily be consumed by beautiful chords and a plethora of instruments in the background. However interesting this piece is, my first complaint comes in here. Although perfectly styled for jazz, the saxophone solo seems out of place and over the top. The saxophone is, to be blunt, distracting from the other-worldly intentions of the song.

The album recovers with “Major Minor Love.” The music is centered around Milosh’s beautiful, beautiful vocalizations, and production is much simpler than the production of other tracks on the album. This structure puts more emphasis on the tempting lyrics that run throughout this gem: “I’ll lace your thighs with beautiful lies, kidnap your mind. I’ll help you find a gentle pain that runs through your veins.” This song will leave you craving.

"Major Minor Love“‘s foil is present in the upbeat, almost peppy, "Hunger." This track is lackluster compared to the passion of other songs on the album. Something about this track lacks the raw emotion characteristic of Rhye; it could have been easily left out.

The albums final track “Woman,” opens with production that doesn’t quite match the tonality of the rest of the album. However, as Milosh’s voice is blended in as he sings over and over “woman,” this track begins to warm up. Just as quickly, the track is over, leaving you abruptly wanting more of the Rhye sound-you’ll have to listen again.

Listening to these tracks is a journey into the nature of love. Rhye’s presentation of this journey is honest yet never maudlin. Woman offers mastery of lyricism, mature production, genuine passion, romance, and heartbreak, and a unique sound that will have you spinning this record over and over again.

9/10

Licketysplit Vol. 2 - Daniel, 7/4/14

Another 4th of July, another chance to celebrate the glorious experiment that is America!
Like most experiments, its results leave a lot to be desired (to say the least)
Consider this mix a tiny consolation prize for how bad those results are.

• My Country - Tune-Yards
• American Boy - Estelle (ft. Kanye)
• North American Scum - LCD Soundsystem
• This Land is Your Land - Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings
• Anti-American Graffiti - J Dilla
• American Music - Violent Femmes
• No More Kings (Schoolhouse Rock cover) - Pavement
• A More Perfect Union - Titus Andronicus
• Fourth of July - Galaxie 500

special patriotic bonus!!!

• Minimum Wage - They Might Be Giants

Review: Alex Calder - Time EP

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This incredibly flourishing Brooklyn indie scene is overwhelming.

Tonight, thousands of hipsters will raise their glasses of shitty Walmart wine by an eclectic smorgasbord of candles while listening to artists like Mac DeMarco, Tonstartssbandht, Shorts, and Alex Calder.

Each artist has their own developed, singular sonorous identity. Tonstartssbandht is your prime example of vintage gypsy rock (?!?!?!?), DeMarco provides the cute, yet sensual indie pop rock, and Shorts provides a hybrid dream pop/shoegaze + indie rock. 

Calder works in a very interesting manner of indie. Bear with me, it’s still indie. Just very - scary.

He boasts an impressive musical background from Canada, like his cohort DeMarco. Calder played drums in the capricious Makeout Videotape during its brief life, and retained a solid camaraderie with DeMarco throughout the following years; it was solid enough to prompt DeMarco to include Calder in his video for “Passing Out Pieces”. 

His debut release, Time, as put by Pitchfork reviewer Zach Kelley, is “a demented take on 1960s flower pop”. 

With his proficient use of echo and reverb coupled with his spunky, ebullient guitar, try-hard vocals, drums that could rattle a house and not wake a baby simultaneously and steady, dad-behind-the-wheel bass, I don’t think there’s a better way to describe it.

His EP opens with a cute little indie sonnet to a “Suki”, who seems to be having a much better love-life than 67% of Americans. His grand canyon vocals titillate the track to an uncomfortably suitable level. Seems strange to find such a haunting effect on such a love-enfused track. 

Following with similar vocal effects and a very tight-knit-party feel, “Light Leave Your Eyes” serves as the only music video-worthy track on this EP. There aren’t too many songs that emit the “single” vibe, but if there’s any on this EP, it has to be this one. This is the fortunate son of the EP, the one that did things correctly. Unfortunately, this is not an emotion easy to describe. Sort of one of those “you-have-to-get-it” moments. Another reason why reviews suck.

"Location", the next track, seems to be a humble reiteration of his reverb-drugged vocal effects. This track introduces the listener to Calder’s excellent usage of sound effects, which continue for the rest of the EP. Often, that is said in a negative connotation. This time, not so much. He’s got a leg up on the indie competition with his 2spooky grabbag that encompasses the record dangerously. Black coffee, anyone?

The EP carries on with “Time”, the EP-named epitome-of-his-genre track. This has all your basic elements of an out-there flower-pop hit - your static, delay-driven guitar riffs, bass mimicry, and of course - Calder’s personal favorite - the most spacey vocals you’ve ever heard in your goddamned life. Cutting in at a deft 2 minutes and 14 seconds, this baby-faced glamour shot of Calder shoots u into the skyyyyyyyy………….way past Mars, Jupiter, Venus…….

A once-again vacuously powered sugar-pop-gone-horribly-wrong number, “Captivate” rolls the EP along like a pizza dough. It’s here, however, where you’ve got to recognize the fact that this pizza is never going to be baked. 

Calder’s gimmicks have run their course. While he’s surely the dude to do his thing, his thing is getting a little annoying. His inundating usage of echo-driven vocals and boogaloo guitar seem to find their way on to every track, including the next two, “Fatal Delay”, and the final track, with an impossibly fitting title - “Lethargic”. 

Calder has the workings to become a very omnipotent figure in indie music. He’s just got to open up his palette.

This circumstantially becomes ironic, however - for while Calder has the abilities to become a key figure - sadly enough - it’s of the most droning music genre ever.

He’s doing everything adequately for his people, but enough translates to some for others. In this instance, he’s got to diversify massively, or else he’ll trip into the history books as the most happy-sleepy indie artist ever. 

Easier said than done.

6.5/10

Licketysplit Vol. 1 - Evan, 7/1/14

The “Licketyspilt” series is a new addition to Dereview. Sometimes, we don’t want to write about music to make you intrigued to listen to it - we’re just really lazy. In return, we’ll spit out the music (without any kind of ratings), and all you have to do is look it up and give it a listen. It could be albums, singles, EPs - anything. It’s a very quick process, and while it may not be an in-depth way of describing the music, it does provide an open door for creativity. We’re not the only ones who have free speech, y’know.

here’s my licketysplit. i got spooked last night while at my friends’ house so im not sleepin. ghosts like to gnab at my skin yo

1. Ramadanman - Work Them

2. Tim Hecker - Mirages

3. De La Soul - Stakes Is High

4. Homeshake - The Homeshake Tape

5. Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band - Safe As Milk

6. Eric Dolphy - Out To Lunch

7. Madvillain - Madvillainy 2, the Madvillainy Remix

8. Polvo - Today’s Active Lifestyles

Review: The Garden - The Life And Times Of A Paperclip

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Big news! From now on, all blog posts will be about bands made of brothers. First tonstartssbandht, now The Garden. Maybe One Direction next week?

Okay, so I’m kidding about only reviewing groups made up of siblings, but The Garden? Hell yeah.

Twin brothers Wyatt and Fletcher Spears make up The Garden, with Wyatt on bass and vocals and Fletcher on drums. The California natives are neo-punk as all get out and (like the synth pop singer, Sky Ferreira) are Yves Saint Laurent models. Maybe it’s a weird combo, but for these twins, it works. They are fucking hot. Big, droopy lips and eyelids, crop tops, and outfits thrifted out of the women’s section at Goodwill make these brothers the most androgynous and sensual duo.

It’s this provocative identity that The Garden twins infuse their music with. You can hear the twins’ licentious attitude in all sixteen songs of the approximately eighteen-minute record, The Life And Times Of A Paperclip. However, The Garden twins have other intentions than sexy. They claim their music is a non-conforming punk with influences of electronica and whatever the hell else they want. The Spears brothers wrote about their music on their site, describing it as “the intellectual refute to critics of the post modern, pantheistic generation of music listener with an equal dose of punk irreverence and undistilled fury.” Given this statement, I presume my lack of affection for the record would probably please the brothers; I’m just another critic who doesn’t get it. The thing is, while I appreciate the attitude, there’s something missing when you listen to this band.

The 2013 release, The Life And Times Of A Paperclip, opens up with a biting bass guitar riff. The track is short but bold. The next number, “The Apple” is similar is construction, with a dirty bass riff as the backbone of the piece. Fletcher fills in on drums while Wyatt asks the most important question you’ve ever heard: “Have you ever seen an apple? Have you ever seen an apple walking around?” While not particularly insightful, these lyrics boast defiance of all tradition and limits; in just two tracks, the twins have displayed their edgy, sexy persona, but something is lacking. By the third song, “Vada Vada” (named for the VadaVerse, the energy in and around the duo), I know what’s wrong. All the songs sound the same.

As the record progresses, things continue to move in the same direction. The repetitive, short nature of each song is a drag, but I do enjoy the record’s title track, “The Life And Times Of A Paperclip.” All thirty-six seconds of it, that is. If only these songs had more substance and structure…

Now, I’m not all negative. Within my disappointment I enjoyed “What We Are” and “Grass.” Though short, these tracks were catchy, and I’ll probably listen to them again in times when I need a 2-minute song. Furthermore, I thought the vocals on “Gumdrops” were interesting, even if they sounded drunken. Similarly entertaining, the chromatic ascents and descents on “Charlie” added a little flare to the track. Furthermore, the social commentary on the track “I’m A Woman” offers food for thought when Wyatt vocalizes the lyrics “Yeah I’m a woman, come pick me up. I have no legs, and I am stuck” in his most whiny-woman voice. Maybe the twins think about feminism in their free time.

All in all, points for doing you, The Garden. Points for an energetic, sultry, and daring sound that screams “I do what I want.” But no points for creativity. Maybe this stems from a lack of technical ability, but everything was too much the same. The Garden needs to produce more variance in sound and construction of the music, especially for a group that prides itself in its independence from traditional conventions.

Oh, and by the way, if there’s any proof these guys took acid while listening to punk gods like Misfits, let me know.

5/10

Review: Breakup Song - Deerhoof

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When you say it’s all over - HELL YEAH!

With a title like “Breakup Song”, you might expect this to be a depressing confessional, an album that wallows in its’ self-pity and plodding melancholy.
Fortunately, this is hardly Deerhoof’s “Sea Change” - more like “Odelay”.
It’s joyous, inventive, and just might be their best record yet.

The album’s style is hard to sum up in a simple phrase. The closest I’ve come is “If pop music was dipped in the radioactive ooze the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fell into”, and that barely describes the avant-pop genius on display here.

Their range is impressively diverse, from the “Jackson 5 on acid” impression on “Flower” to the distorted beats of the tile track. 

Still, their melange never feels unnatural; by the end of the record, you almost wish every band would fuse samba rhythms with garage-rock.
Speaking of, said combination leads to the LP’s euphoric peak, “The Trouble With Candyhands”. Maddeningly catchy (and just mad in general), it could easily be a #1 hit in some cooler alternate universe.

Lyrically, “Breakup Song” retains the frenetic joy of its’ music.
Instead of whiny, hopeless psuedo-poetry, what Satomi Matsuzaki sings is triumphant (if a little surreal).

On finale “Fete D’Adieu”, Matsuzaki declares that she’s “ready for a laugh, ready to be tough as a robot on the dancefloor”
It reads a little silly, but her enthusiasm is infectious.
Who doesn’t wanna be a robot on the dancefloor?

Breakup Song is a lot of things, but one word stands out, a word sorely missing in most indie rock: “Fun”

9.2/10

Review: Alt-J - Hunger Of The Pine

It doesn’t really feel like it, but An Awesome Wave came out a little over two years ago. The Bath based mellow-ers have been through plenty of ups and downs since then.

Let’s start with the ups - their first album hit huge in mainstream media. Surprising for a band with a drummer that is accustomed to frying pans for hi-hats.

It sold well, in addition to doing critically well. Many praised the band’s ingenuity through downtempo half beat and lyrical techniques and topics. Their approach to the electric guitar was also praised, specifically on the song “Taro”, where bassist and rhythm guitarist Gwil Sainsbury presses a roll of tape onto the fretboard.

I should say, ex-bassist/rhythm guitarist - here is where we encounter the bad.

In early 2014, the band putatively lost Sainsbury to creative and personal differences, but we all know it was because he got tired of being the bassist. The split was amicable, and the band continued on as a trio.

In summer 2014, the purported album artwork for their next record was released on their Facebook page along with the tentative title (don’t quote me on this), “This Is All Yours”. Kind of a Placebo feel, I guess.

Separating the good from the bad and the dirty from the ugly, this new track, “Hunger Of The Pine”, pays homage to Miley Cyrus’ lauding of the band’s first album by sampling her in the song, along with breaking the number one rule of any kind of rock/pop - mentioning the word “rapper”.

The track utilizes a very comfortable half-time back-beat rhythm to hold it in place. It doesn’t hit the ground running, however. A pulsating synth helps give it a kick, kind of like a new set of training wheels or your very dubious “friend” who promises a soft push when they almost shove you off the swing. I really have to get better at separating my personal experiences from my writing.

Joe Newman, lead singer and lead guitarist, warms the crowd with his inevitably recognizable voice, and decides to tread into more murky water with a darker splurge of subject material. With lines like “butterflies and needles/line my seamed-up join”, Joe breaks away from his settled, hinting-at-romantic lyrics from the previous album. They had a separate and effective emotional effect, but it’s good to be a little black sometimes.

In my opinion, this track represents a rebirth for the band. Like the Phoenix rising from the ashes. I’m sorry, it had to be said to get my point across.

From the loss of Sainsbury to the change in subject matter, Alt-J has reappeared vividly as a new life-form with a new meaning and a new purpose. They’re hyped as ever and ready to make a new name for themselves, no matter what the cost.

Sometimes, this works. Other times, it doesn’t.

More often than not, however, it ends up like Mr. DeMarco - where the band drifts slowly back into their originally devised sound. It’s innate to pursue a rampant search for sonorous comfort. Don’t blame them, blame the media and music critics.

In the end, however, the definitive word of the day is “separation”.

Their new album drops in late September. Dive into it at your own risk.

7/10