Album Review: Sufjan Stevens – Age of Adz

Sufjan Stevens can make anything sound beautiful.  Even a song that sounds like it came straight from a Gameboy, which he skillfully demonstrates in his most recent album, Age of Adz.  It opens with the typical Sufjan sound that we all know and love.  “Futile Devices” is hushed vocals and delicate guitar strumming, interrupted by cheerful plucking.  However, any resemblance of another Seven Swans album quickly disappears as soon as the first beat from the next track hits.  Burbling synths and subtly erratic beats in “Too Much” ease the album in a new direction.  And despite the warped trombones and weird synths, “Too Much” preserves the simple beauty that Stevens manages to create in every track.
 
After “Too Much” the “easing” into a new direction ends abruptly, and the album quickly takes off with agressive immediacy.  Title track, “Age of Adz,” is sudden and loud, with industrial beats and ominous choruses of “oooohhhs” and “ahhhhhs.”  As the song begins, one might imagine standing in a fiery factory, surrounded by angry builders in welders masks.  But when Stevens comes in, his voice leaves behind the fiery depths and guides the song to a better, lighter place, assuring that “this is the age of adz/eternal living” (whatever that means).  Like most tracks on the album, this song is a true hybrid–fluttering synths alongside a frenzy of stringed instruments and electronic blips blending with majestic horns.  But unless you pay very close attention, the contrast of musical styles goes unnoticed and the sounds fit effortlessly together.
 
Other notable tracks are “Bad Communication” and “All for Myself,” both a little slow and sad.  I wouldn’t call them “downers,” but they certainly evoke feelings of longing and heartbreak.  But beautiful heartbreak.  “Bad Communication” is a subdued, desperate plea to a loved one and “All to Myself” is a gentle, reflective monologue driven by strong lyrics and a passionate, swelling chorus.
 
From electronic beats reminiscent of Enjoy Your Rabbit to folksy guitars and a full-fledged orchestra, Age of Adz has obvious range.  It’s a melting pot of various sounds and styles.  Like Enjoy Your Rabbit met Seven Swans, had a quick encounter with Beck, used the “f” word a few times, and created the score for a musical starring Royal Robertson (the shizophrenic artist whose work is referred to by the album title).  And then turned it into the soundtrack for a Nintendo game.  And as crazy as it all sounds, it’s actually not that crazy at all.  Stevens takes contrasting and somtimes difficult sounds and makes it all fit together in a beautiful, cohesive song.  Which is even more admirable when you place that into the context of a 25-minute closing track.  “Impossible Soul” is 25-and-a-half minutes of musical mayhem.  Yet, that half hour consists of well-structured melodies and strong phrasing that thread the song together and turn something that one might hope to be “endurable,” into something that is remarkably enjoyable. 

While Age of Adz might be seen as going in a “new” direction for Stevens, it is, in fact, a culmination of “old directions.”  Stevens has gathered his experiences from previous works to create an evolved–but somewhat familiar–collection of strange and beautiful songs.

Cheap Time Returns With New Album

Two years after the release of their self titled debut album, the Tennessee-based garage rock band, Cheap Time are back with the release of their second, Fantastic Explanations (and Similar Situations).  For those familiar with the original grunge/punk sound of the group’s original album, you are in for a surprise with its successor. While remaining true to their original kicks and beats, the band has collectively matured into the band we all hoped they would.

Fantastic Explanations (and Similar Situations) doesn’t only differ from the bands previous work in musical maturity, but the fashion that it was recorded is also very altered. While the band was finishing up recording the album ,their engineer suffered a mental breakdown and kicked the boys out of the studio by gunpoint. It wasn’t until months later that another engineer was hired to finish the job.

Despite this tragic experience, the band is currently on tour in Europe but US tour dates are on their way.

No Age – ‘Everything In Between’


No Age’s second album for Sub Pop, Everything In Between, builds upon the mastery of their dirty clean sound which traces its antecedents through New York No Wave, Modern Noise, Dream Pop, Hardcore and the kind of adolescent punk which sprung from the ether in LA over the past decade.

Dean Spunt and Randy Randall are musicians using a solid combination of guitar and drum and effects, aiding the normalization of other recent break out two-piece acts such as Japanther, the late and much lamented Death From Above 1979, The Black Keys and Japandroids who use noise in less an abrasive manner than in service to the songs.

This is most apparent on Everything in Between with the excellent “Fever Dreaming” whose distressed and scorched wails are the amazing guitar noises that are half broken robot, half toy keyboard and half screech of tires. Yes, 150% awesome. That’s “Fever Dreaming.”

Though they step out of the expected mold time to time on this album such as with the quiet duet “Chem Trails”, these soft butterflies of chaos are not the songs that you’ll find yourself returning to or adding to party playlists.

Everything in Between isn’t quite a move forward or evolution of the sound No Age has been kicking down stairs since their first compilation Weirdo Rippers. Rather, it’s a lateral move from the excellent Nouns whose combination of minimalist compositions and maximum rock n’ roll got No Age the well-deserved recognition beyond the loft show set.

Frankly speaking, despite the missteps and seemingly out of place songs, Everything In Between contains strong contenders for your year-end Songs of the Year listings while those same growing pains don’t quite coalesce just yet for No Age over all. It’s tempting to hope that this is somewhat of a transitional album and that they are able to once more make the musical leap from the growth demonstrated in Weirdo Rippers to Nouns.

Make no mistake, Everything in Between demands your undivided attention and you would do well to grant it.

Album Review: Crocodiles – “Sleep Forever”

Last year, duo Charles Rowell and Brandon Welchez caught the attention of many with the dark and druggy post-punk Summer of Hate and its less than subtle influences of The Jesus And Mary Chain.  And while Crocodiles lean heavily upon these influences, almost mimicking them, their sophomore album, Sleep Forever, shows that their music is starting to form its own identity, becoming good enough to stand on its own.

 With James Ford of Simian Mobile Disco producing this album, the layered instruments are bolder, complimenting the more developed, sharper song-writing of the San Diego band.  The opener “Mirrors,” begins with slow and subtle beats, unfurling into an 80s-esque upbeat blend of psychadelic synths and echoing vocals.  “Stoned To Death” follows by immediately jumping into a swampy, drum-heavy repitition of distorted riffs and distant vocals, later accompanied by an organ.  “Hollow Hollow Eyes” is one of the better and funkier tracks, where the band’s heavier use of the organ helps to swing the song into a mesmerizing swirl of sound.  Crocodiles explore their range of sound with the slower, romantic “Girl in Black” and the more poppy “Hearts of Love.”  With the explosive sing-along chorus, accompanied by a tinkling glockenspiel, “Hearts of Love” might be the catchiest track on the album. 

 Sleep Forever is an improved extension of the smeary, gritty sound of 2009’s Summer of Hate.  It’s eight tracks of louder, fuller and more concrete jangle noise pop.  I would commend Crocodiles for their progress.  Still, the album retains a similarity to the last–it’s enjoyable but certainly not revolutionary.

Superchunk – “Majesty Shredding”


Superchunk, the near dormant pop-punk, bubble-gum, outsider band is BACK with their ninth studio album in twenty years and it’s just like they never left.

However, they did leave. Their last “full” album was 2001’s Here’s to Shutting Up and after that absence, Superchunk brings us a strong, hooky album that is unfortunately a decade too late, which may sound a bit unfair.

The past few years have seen a rise in other bands have taken that self-aware weirdo pop and run full tilt with it plainly building on what acts like Superchunk, Dinosaur Jr. and Pavement have done before.

The large issue is that these newer, younger bands have pushed forward and are able to offer experiences that are influenced by that kind of 1990s kick but are thankfully not slavishly devoted to it.

Everything about this album is just extraneous. There is no delight of the unexpected, there is no note not calculated based on time-tested, 90s, slightly-pop, slightly-punk “alternative” sound. If you love that sound, then you’re set. Hell, this is probably your favorite year ever with the return or return to form of so many 90s bands and you’re just reading this to confirm your opinion that this album totally rocks. If that’s the case, you probably already have this album.

If you are not already a fan, this album may convince you to check out their previous works, but it’s not an essential release and will most likely be forgotten this time next year.

Majesty Shredding is a solid album recalling a particular sound in a particular time and your tolerance for that kind of music will inform your patience for the album.

Album Review: Belle and Sebastian – Write About Love

 

Belle and Sebastian’s forthcoming album, Write About Love, is a collection of good songs.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.  And nothing to get excited about.  It’s their eighth studio album, and it’s just what you would expect from the indie-pop Scots.  I could never get into Belle and Sebastian, and I really wish I could.  I wish I could love them like so many people do. The only thing I love about them is their ability to successfully incorporate a recorder (as in, the woodwind instrument we learned “Hot Cross Buns” on in fifth grade) into a pretty great song (“The Boy With the Arab Strap”).

Despite my general indiffernce toward Belle and Sebastian, I listened to Write About Love with open ears and an open mind.  And after a good listen or two, I am, regretfully, still not a fan.  I emerged from the 43 minutes of of easy-going pop melodies with the same conclusion: Belle and Sebastian makes music I might enjoy listening to, but would never actively choose to listen to.

Listening to the album is definitely a pleasant experience.  Much of it is well-crafted, mild-mannered upbeat tunes.  For example, the album opener “I Didn’t See It Coming,” a calm and charming pop lullaby with sweet vocals over friendly music.  It sounds like staring out of a window on a rainy day.  “Come On Sister” is a more lively, synth-heavy tune, followed by the slower, sadder “Calculating Bimbo.”  I could go on and probably have similar things to say about the rest of the songs, but there are two in particular worth mentioning.  “Little Lou, Ugly Jack, Prohpet John” (which features Norah Jones) is slow, beautiful and completely out of place.  The adult contemporary singer adds lovely vocals over Stuart Murdoch’s modest murmurs, creating quite an interesting contrast.  It’s sad and pretty, but doesn’t seem to belong on the album.  “Write About Love” however, definitely belongs on the album (as it should, since it’s the title track). Actress Carey Mulligan’s vocals are well-suited for a Belle and Sebastian song.  Her smooth and understated declaration “I hate my job/I’m working way too much” creates the song’s too-true-to-be-cliché, catchy hook.  It’s an alluring contribution to one of the better tracks on the album.

I wish I could say that this album changed my mind about Belle and Sebastian.  However, my feelings remain unaltered.  The album seems to pick up where the last left off.  The songs are typical and safe.  They’re good, but not great.  If someone were to play the album, I would hardly object.  I might even hum along.  But ask me what I want to listen to, and this album would be far from my mind.