It is quite apparent that tympanogram has mostly escaped the consciousness of the public (and also me, most of the time), so this mix is unlikely to reach far. That’s fine. I figured I’d stop in, let everyone know we are still alive and still love music, and share a snippet of what I’ve been listening to lately.
A few months ago I finally took the Spotify plunge. Since then, my listening habits have morphed into something completely different than what they have been for years. I’ve listened to a lot more popular music, and my plunging of the deep unchurned waters of the obscure no longer resembles the model I’ve long followed as far as vessels go. I can’t say for certain if this new manner of music discovery and consumption is better for me or for the artists I enjoy than my previous methods, but I still purchase music when I can despite the proliferation of streaming.
Anyways, here are some songs.
It’s been a while, friends. If I’m honest, I probably could have predicted this near-total shutdown of listening to/caring about anything happening in the music world after wrapping myself up in so much other stuff – school, getting married, getting a new job.
But man, that itch just never really leaves, does it?
I know that things around the music blog world have been (mostly) fine since I’ve been away though. People are still doing their thing. Old blog stalwarts are still churning out great shit, though I do have to wonder what the fuck all the hype about Shamir is.
I’ve had it in my head to write again. First about that Girl Band EP, and then more recently about Day Wave’s Headcase EP that I’ve been listening to non-stop. The urge to write has been getting more frequent.
And then today I read about the new Beach Slang album, and sat down with the first single, “Bad Art & Weirdo Ideas” and – bang! – here I am, wanting to write about something again.
I suppose the new Beach Slang single and album is more of a conduit than it is something for me to talk about (though I do like the song. It’s the type of song to pile all your friends in the car and drive to the water with.)
Beach Slang’s new digs, The Things We Do To Find People Who Feel Like Us, isn’t out until October 30th, but this will work for the remainder of the summer. Do your pre-ordering through the fine folks at Polyvinyl.
The alchemical composition of a band can be a thoroughly interesting subject. Each band dynamic has its own wrinkles; members coming and going has impact in one way or another, fundamentally altering the construct of the music generating entity. Songwriting; instrumental or other performance assignments both in concert and in the studio; personalities; any other dynamic one could imagine within a tight knit group of individuals working towards an outcome: remove one cog and constructs will morph into new shapes.
A few years ago Calgary rock band Women went through some changes, ultimately forever disbanding with the death of guitarist Chris Reimer. (Read this post for more of a primer on Women and what came next, including the start of Viet Cong) Now on their self titled LP and operating in a similar space as Women, Viet Cong author their slant on dark and brooding guitar-driven rock. It is fascinating to ponder how the intervening years and changes in band structures, with adding different musicians to form Viet Cong, has altered what is seemingly a similar band modus operandi. It is an essentially unknowable thing, but one that is endlessly fascinating.
One primary element that has not been lost in the shuffle is that of their environs seeping into the band’s sound. The concept of an album being summery is alive and vibrant. Winter albums are less a thing for obvious reasons, as I know few people who long for arctic temperatures and snow banks to obscure views at every turn. Calgary is a cold, dark place, replete with those aforementioned side effects. Should you not be inundated with snow and dreary skies when listening to this record, it isn’t difficult to place yourself in a similar space as the authors of this wintry record in a dull and forlorn place. Here in Rochester, with temperatures suffering alarmingly from a lack of degrees, no imagination is necessary.
Though I’ve always been something of a sucker for guitars – an element thankfully not lost in the basic structure changes these individuals have endured – something about the tones employed by this collection of individuals particularly speak to me. I’d be content snowed in under several feet of snow with only this record as my companion.
My, how the months just slip away from us.
I had intentions – the best of them – for writing more consistently in this space, and then I had to go and get a new job and take a few classes, and my best laid plans just went completely awry.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not still hanging around the music blog spaces, occupying the darker corners, observing.
I know about the impending sale of Hipster Runoff, bb. I know we’re no longer being indexed by Hype Machine. I signed up for the Keep In Touch series.
I know about Leon Bridges.
There’s that part of High Fidelity where Barry accosts a customer about The Jesus & Mary Chain picking up where Echo & The Bunnymen left off. This scene is echoing in my head when I listen to Leon Bridges, only with respect to Sam Cooke.
I’d have to imagine that it takes fifty or so years for a voice like Cooke’s to come along. And while labeling Bridges as Cooke’s long awaited heir apparent is likely premature, the promise contained in the two demo songs on his Soundcloud page is enough to warrant it.
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There’s always a twang of regret that accompanies logging in to our oft-neglected inbox. How much good stuff am I missing simply because of our backlog of messages? I make a point to visit more often, then I get busy with leading the rest of my life, and that promise inevitably falls by the wayside. It’s been worse of late since I haven’t even been writing, so my efforts to catch up will prove even more futile.
Yesterday’s renewed interest in finding something new to latch onto, however, led me to this Delaware outfit within minutes of searching, which led to me pre-ordering their new EP on vinyl before I’d finished the first song.
(A brief lesson in grammar: Fiancée is a female who is engaged. Fiancé, as this band calls itself, is a male who is engaged.)
“Ivy” is the penultimate track on the band’s debut EP, effectively titled EP1, and it encapsulates the band’s aura perfectly – a jangled, absorbing take on shoe/dream-pop/gaze that strips down the reverb to the minimum requirement necessary in order to keep that descriptor. By doing so, the songs become much more breathless than their contemporaries in the genre, and it gives the whole affair an almost ghostly sheen.
EP1 will be available on October 7th, just in time for any autumnal get-togethers you may be planning, or for putting all your decorative gourds on display, motherfuckers. Pre-orders are being taken now through SQE Music.
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