Ghost House – “Departures”


Ghost House is a self-proclaimed soul band that hails from Vancouver and hope you take notice of their debut album, Departures, with it’s satisfying harmonization of new wave, Motown soul, funk, and some may even say nu-jazz genres. Certain songs will get stuck deep in your head for days like the tracking device in Total Recall. However, just like that same tracking device, some are excruciatingly painful as well.

When you listen to Departures, you truly want to love it because Ghost House sound like they had a blast recording the whole album. Each song is filled with blotches of piano, excellent guitar riffs, and frenetic drumbeats that would make even the most grumpy old uncle dance at a wedding. With this being said,  you wish the album would surprise  at some point with a different methodology besides the drums and guitar making out with each other in gross public displays of affection. I was on the edge of my seat waiting for horns to come in at certain points just to break up the piano, guitar, and drum orgy that continues for all ten songs with no recess.  If it was not for the refreshing female vocals in “Origami Nightmare” each song would mesh together as a monotonous drone. At some point you begin questioning how long you have been listening to the album.  Even the audio clip of a weather forecast on “The Crows Know” is a welcoming change of pace on the album. Vocally and lyrically, everything is fine. There is nothing to bleat about in that aspect but the true problem is the song dynamics or should I say lack thereof.

There are plenty of catchy songs on Departures; standout songs such as “Transmit”, “The Crows Know” and “Penultimate” litter the album with hope but do not make up for the bland others that drag it down like an anchor straight to the bottom of the indie music sea where countless other bands have drowned due to lack of experimentation. Do not get me wrong, I fully enjoyed Departures, but with each listen you get an overwhelming sense that the band has the potential to record something much better in the future. This is a formidable first step though.

Fauxbois Offer Up Free Holiday Song


Boise’s Fauxbois have a Christmas treat for you. On the heels of their album Carry On, these lo-fi indie kids have an original Christmas song to depress your holiday spirit. But hey, it’s free! (Click here)

The band is also hammering out a national tour, but have released a few Pacific Northwest dates, along with an appearance at SxSW. They are touring in support of Carry On, out now on Seattle based Spark & Shine Records. “Soft acoustic guitar riffs and a chorus of voices wrap their arms around melancholy lyrics anchored by Mayer’s sweet and bittersweet vocals,” Boise Weekly.

  Fauxbois – Will You be Mine by nmcollins

1/6/11 – Sunset Tavern – Seattle, WA
1/7/11 – The Woods – Portland, OR
1/21/11 – Luckey’s – Eugene, OR
1/22/11 – Empyrean – Spokane, WA

Sara Jackson-Holman Releases Holiday EP

Piano-pop songwriter Sara Jackson-Holman has released a three-song, digital-only EP called The Very Merry.  It is being sold digital-only and features holiday classics done in her very own classically-trained style.  This EP is a follow up to her 2010 debut, When You Dream, that brings to mind artists such as Adele, Feist and Norah Jones.  Both albums are available on iTunes.

Unstoppable Death Machines Debut “Slumlord” Video

Hailing from rooftop gigs and sweaty warehouse parties of New York City, Unstoppable Death Machines are excited for the release of their debut video “Slumlord”, the title track from the 7” EP released on Last Ever Records. 

Directed by Scott Cramer, the “Slumlord” video is the perfect visual embodiment of Unstoppable Death Machines’ penchant for abrasive noise punk.  Brothers Billy and Mike have emerged as one of New York City’s best noise punk bands and were recently featured in Village Voice and The Deli, garnering an ever-growing local fan base. 

Playing venues nationwide on “self-booked, sweat drenched DIY tours”, Unstoppable Death  Machines have shared the stage with bands like Ninjasonik, The Death Set, Zach Hill as well as performances at South by Southwest in Austin and CMJ.  They will be touring with fellow New York punk band, Japanther and will kick off 2011 with a tour with Xry.  Stay up to date with Unstoppable Death Machines and check out their debut video for “Slumlord”.

ON TOUR
1/3 – San Antonio, TX @ The Ten Eleven ^
         ^w/Xry

Album Review: The Luyas – Too Beautiful To Work

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The musicians in Montreal clearly have a deep-seeded need and desire to collaborate. Bands such as Arcade Fire, The Dears, and Broken Social Scene adopt a more-is-better policy when it comes to assembling their personnel. Because of the large infrastructure in many of these groups, musicians travel between the ensembles, like musical chess pieces, as their scheduling and tastes dictate. Another group to add to this list: The Luyas. The band formed in late 2006, releasing their debut album, Faker Death, in 2007. Although the number of members changed at various points in the group’s history, they have essentially consisted of: Jesse Stein [also of Miracle Fortress], Pietro Amato and Stefan Schneider [both of Bell Orchestre, Amato also having worked as a french horn player for Arcade Fire], and Mathieu Charbonneau. Add in Sarah Neufeld [violinist for Arcade Fire] and Owen Pallett [Final Fantasy and string arranger for Arcade Fire] to the current recording roster, and you have one amazing Canadian super-group on your hands.

On their Dead Oceans debut, Too Beautiful To Work, the band excels at crafting dreamy pop textures—using layers of organ, keyboards, horns, and mallet percussion on top of the standard foundation of guitars and drums. Jesse Stein contributes significantly to The Luyas singular sound by playing the Moodswinger—an experimental 12-string zither—as well as supplying her breathy vocals, calling to mind both Nina Persson and CocoRosie’s Casady sisters.

The opening title track plunges the listener right into The Luyas’ world: a short organ riff becomes the foundation for the song’s spiky rhythms, light drums, and Stein’s voice, which churn bubbly lyrics at you so quickly, it actually takes a couple listens to even decipher what the text is. [The track is so infectious and joyous that really, multiple listens would be mandatory anyway.] Stein is incredibly adept with her voice, working hand in hand with the drum set so well that she sounds like she is replicating yet another percussion instrument to add to the mix. “Worth Mentioning” places her even more in the forefront of the group, gently cooing “Trust me now, and keep in mind there are no ungraced thoughts” over throbbing guitars and organ. Stein might as well be singing right into the listener’s ear; the effect created is so intimate and hushed.

The Luyas move into a different direction on lead single “Tiny Head,” washing their entire sound in reverb. The guitars echo, the percussion trembles, and Stein’s Moodswinger finally comes into play. It’s an altogether different sound than you’ll ever hear, and as the vocals and zither dovetail in and out of each other’s phrases, you come to realize that this bizarre instrument is used as an extension of Stein’s voice and not another piece of accompaniment—the Moodswinger even taking center stage as the track gently fades into silence.

The second half of the album alternates between these two contrasting styles: “Canary,” “Spherical Mattress,” and “Seeing Things” submerging the band in their wash of reverb, while “Cold Canada,” “What Mercy Is,” and “I Need Mirrors” display their sense of intricate rhythm and catchy hooks. “I Need Mirrors” finds the band at their most playful and inventive, creating a modified-Bossa Nova rhythm as the foundation of the song, a tropical idea of a dance to enjoy even while your city is covered in snow and ice.

Even though the album began with the greatest sense of energy, by the end of Too Beautiful To Work, the group is seen at its warmest and most intimate on the closing track, “Seeing Things.” After a brief chorale employing a set of muted French horns, an oscillating figure in the guitar begins, and Stein and guest vocalist Pallett form an incredibly moving series of harmonies—never rushing any piece of the melody as the drums and horn try to interrupt their thoughts. Stein keeps the mood tranquil throughout, never allowing the group to attain the energy produced earlier in the album. Compared to the anthemic nature of their Canadian brethren, Arcade Fire and Broken Social Scene, The Luyas overwhelmingly come across as atmospheric, intimate, and endearingly quirky—welcome qualities to display in a music scene already filled with a whole lot of pomp and circumstance.