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All Emmylou Harris intends to be

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EMMYLOU HARRIS
All I Intended to Be
(Nonesuch)

A little context before launching into a rush of superlatives over Emmylou Harris‘ new stunner, All I Intended to Be: back in 1995, Harris made an abrupt – and enormously successful – career turn with the release of her classic Wrecking Ball (Elektra), a haunting, endlessly layered collection of shimmers and swirls deeply steeped in atmosphere by producer Daniel Lanois. Largely gone was the country traditionalism associated with her most well-known work, and instead she’d offered up one of the decade’s boldest, most compellingly adventurous torch-carriers for the “cosmic American music” tag coined by former collaborator Gram Parsons several decades before.

While obviously drawing heavily from folk and country, Wrecking Ball could never fit the purist’s definition of either. Rather, this was something truly deserving of the label “visionary,” having re-positioned roots music out of the farms and the forests and into the heavens. Nothing else sounded quite like it, and the album not only solidified Harris’ standing as a peerless interpreter – refer to her covers of Jimi Hendrix’s “May This Be Love” and the Neil Young-penned title track if you need reminding – but it also marked the start of a tremendous creative burst for the artist, both as a songwriter and as a collaborator.

The albums that followed – 2000’s Red Dirt Girl and 2003’s Stumble Into Grace (both Nonesuch) – showed no let-up in Harris’ inspired momentum, serving up considerably fewer cover songs in favor of adventurous, highly personal songwriting. (One obvious highlight: Red Dirt Girl‘s “Bang The Drum Slowly,” a grand, ethereal weeper written for her father, who had passed away around the time of Wrecking Ball.) Teaming up with Luscious Jackson’s Jill Cunniff proved to be a particular left-field triumph, as evidenced by the hypnotic groove of 2000’s “J’Ai Fait Tout.” Meanwhile, both albums carried on with a refined vision of Wrecking Ball‘s lush whirl-and-eddy aesthetic, with producer Malcolm Burn inserting the occasional drum loop and world-music element into the mix to tremendous effect. In short, the past decade-plus of Harris’ career should be considered nothing less than a renaissance – quite wowing, considering the breadth of her catalog, but entirely true. If anything, the vocalist is enjoying a higher profile now than she ever has before.

Gear stolen from Maria Taylor and Taylor Hollingsworth

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Looking for help: Maria Taylor.

This just in from Taylor Hollingsworth’s people:

“Taylor Hollingsworth, sideman for Maria Taylor, had some of his and Maria’s gear stolen on Thursday, July 10, on tour promoting Maria’s newest EP, Savanna Drive. The band were tucked in for the night in San Francisco when some folks busted out the back window of Maria’s van and stole six guitars, two suitcases, two pedals, and some boxes filled with copies of Maria’s newest EP. Luckily, the band recovered one of the bass guitars at a local pawnshop. Here is a list of all the stolen goods:

– Left-handed Red Gretsch Tennessee Rose Guitar.
– Left-handed Martin Acoustic Guitar.
– Right-handed Purple Fender Jazz Bass guitar.
– Right-handed 1976 Black Les Paul Deluxe.
– Right-handed Alvarez acoustic guitar (Hand painted white w/ black swirls. Guitar strap is nailed on.)
– Boss Tuner Pedal.
– Boss Distortion Pedal.

“If you have any information regarding the items listed above, please contact info@saddle-creek.com, jeff@saddle-creek.com, or publicity@teamclermont.com. In the meantime, Maria plans to finish up the last two dates of her tour; one show in LA and one in Sonoma.”

Stirring Matmos: a chat with the ex-SF duo

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Excitable: Matmos’ “Exciter Lamp and the Variable Band” from their new album, Supreme Balloon (Matador).

While you were dozing, the rabidly talented Matmos quietly slipped out of town, relocating to Baltimore, MD., from their longtime home in San Francisco’s Mission District. I recently caught up with MC (Martin) Schmidt and Drew Daniel as they drove through the Northwest on their current US tour, which stops in SF on July 12 at Great American Music Hall.

SFBG: I’ve been enjoying the record – it has this great Wendy Carlos/Switched on Bach quality to it, which is a departure, no?

Martin Schmidt: We take turns being in charge of the record – and this was my turn. I wanted to go away from our shtick – like we’re the goofy sound band – and I thought a simple short cut to that would be to make the rule that we would use no microphones. It quickly turned into a synthesizer record from there. We love, love, love, love Wendy Carlos, and I don’t mean just Switched on Bach, we love her compositions as well, like Sonic Seasonings and the Clockwork Orange stuff and so on, so we figured we couldn’t do this without a nod to her.

SFBG: So the Carlos influence was very conscious…?

MS: We’re not DFA but I must admit I think a lot of our music is the result of wearing our record collections on our sleeve. I don’t mean DFA, I mean that guy in LCD Soundysystem. He’s the most, “I took all my records and boiled them down…” I think we’re a little like that, too. Guilty, guilty…


Matmos perform “Rainbow Flag” from Supreme Balloon in Baltimore on Feb. 9.

Stevie Wonder satisfies onboard the Sleep Train

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Don’t you worry ’bout a thing: Stevie Wonder, circa the ’70s.

By Joshua Rotter

When two travel four hours to see one of their all-time favorite artists, Stevie Wonder, perform at a venue that should have been a 40-minute drive away – the usual journey from San Francisco – a simple outing becomes a vision quest.

En route to Wonder’s Sleep Train Pavilion show in Concord on Tuesday, July 8, amid triple digit temperature, and dehydrated and dampened by sweat in my friend’s passenger seat, I was convinced that we would never see the legendary R&B performer. Car accidents and heat-induced area power outages seemed to conspire against us. San Francisco may have been as hot as July elsewhere in the county, but Concord was hotter than hell. We inched closer and closer, but the venue, obscured by rolling hills, wasn’t even in eye shot, much less the eighth Wonder of the world.

Whether it was the excess of heat, the lack of liquids and nicotine, or being hopped up on myriad packs of sugary gum, an image of the vocalist suddenly appeared in my mind’s eye, and I was set adrift on memory’s bliss, imagining much of his career, from the innocent tracks of his early Motown period – “Uptight (Everything’s Alright),” “My Cherie Amour,” “For Once in My Life” – to his ’70s consciousness-spreading classics “Superstition,” “Living for the City,” and “Higher Ground,” through the Stevie of my youth – “I Just Called to Say I Love You,” “Part Time Lover,” and “That’s What Friends Are For,” as well as his guest-starring role on The Cosby Show, in which he invites the Huxtables to join him in the studio after his driver hits two in a fender bender. But traffic was too stalled at this point for any such luck to befall me.

Youth gone wild: Black Tide

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Who better to embody the spirit of mayhem than a posse of rock-crazed teenaged boys? Especially if it’s capital-M Mayhem, which happens to be the name of a package tour of metal bands sponsored by crack-tastic Rockstar Energy Drink?

The show, which hits the Shoreline on Saturday, July 12, with a roster of bands both horns-worthy (Mastodon!) and ehhh (Five Finger Death Punch?), signals the local debut of Black Tide, a quartet whose chief source of notoriety thus far is that they’re fronted by a 15-year-old (their oldest member just turned 20). Yep, you read that right: though they’re the same age you were when you got your first job at Jamba Juice, this gang of Miami whippersnappers has a deal with Interscope Records and are currently touring the world to promote their new album, Light from Above. What gives? Do we have a metal Hanson on our hands, or what? And would they kill me for suggesting as much (duh)? I called up bassist Zakk Sandler mere hours after Black Tide played their first Mayhem set at tour’s kickoff in Seattle, Wash.

Sonic Reducer Overage: Police cuff Elvis, Sun City Girls gather kudos, Flobots love those “Handlebars,’ and more

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The Sun City Girls also rise.

Too much time on your hands? Guitar Hero III and Gossip Girl not doing it for you? Have I got some high-quality musical fun for you.

Maria Taylor
The Omaha, Neb., songstress strips it all down for her latest release, the digital EP Savannah Drive, while teaming with Now It’s Overhead’s Andy LeMaster. Wed/9, 9 p.m., $12-$14. Bottom of the Hill, 1233 17th St., SF. (415) 621-4455.

Sun City Girls and Charles Gocher Tribute
Alan and Richard Bishop keep picking up kudos for their acoustic performances – Will Oldham recently praised their recent Slim’s show. This time around they present a 40-minute film of Charles Gocher’s videos, The Handsome Stranger. Thurs/10, 9:30 p.m., $13-$15. Maxwell’s, 341 13th St., Oakl. www.maxwellslounge.com

Bootie turns five!

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Holy crap. Has it really been five years since DJs Adrian and Mysterious D started their Bootie mashup parties right here in SF? Since then, the bi-weekly parties at DNA Lounge have become one of the city’s favorite dance nights — and Bootie parties have become an international phenomenon.

Whether you like mash-ups or not (and I wholeheartedly do), it’s hard not to appreciate the work and dedication this DJ team have put into making Bootie ground zero for mashup culture.

Celebrate with them at their biggest party yet, this Saturday. The night features special performances by A&D, a retrospective of mashup history by stellar live mashup band Smashup Derby, an upstairs lounge dedicated to cover songs, and several performances by artists like Felicia Fellatio, Trixxie Carr, and members of SF Boylesque.

BOOTIE 5-Year Anniversary Party
Saturday, August 9
9pm, $10-$15
DNA Lounge
375 11th St., SF
www.bootiesf.com

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Tilly and the Wall’s top picks for players

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Hey, Tilly, whatcha listening to? Oh, right, I mean, Neely Jenkins, one of Tilly and the Wall’s vocalists. What do the energizer kids of TATW listen to on their off-hours? Read the first part of Jenkins’ interview here.

FIVE IN TILLY AND THE WALL’S NEELY JENKINS’ CAR
• Sparks
• “A compilation my friend made of reggae music, which I didn’t used to be able to stand, but as of recently, I’m really starting to enjoy.”
• Sigur Rós
• Cyndi Lauper. “We played a festival in Japan, and she was playing the same stage. She brought me to tears with ‘Time after Time.’ It was so insanely good. During the last song she said, ‘I’m going to need some help from the ladies,’ and she pulled us onstage for ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun.’ I had tears of joy pouring down my face.”
• The Smiths. “That’s always a constant in my life. They always make me super-happy.”

Fast Computers send us into hyperdrive

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By Jen Snyder

What’s the deal with the West Coast and the vast dichotomy that divides the north and south? I think that the Bay Area has become increasingly unaware of it because we rest so literally in the middle of it all – nestled in, far away from Los Angeles and Seattle. It’s like we get the best of both worlds. Down south, the arts are a real industry: movies, photography, and music are more synonymous with Hollywood, Cobrasnake, and MTV, while the cities to the north of California are considerably quieter about their feats. And while LA often pumps out artists and movies that only stay hot for as long as SF’s summer, I find you get more for your buck when you actually get to see a band from our boreal brothers. That said, the Fast Computers, hailing from Portland, Ore., really knocked me out Sunday, June 29, at Kimo’s Penthouse Lounge.

Every other Sunday Kimo’s presents Club Unsolved Melody, which, every time I’ve attended, has been really excellent and not nearly as populated as it should be. I’ve seen book readings there, comedy nights, acoustic shows, and even a gypsy klezmer band, and every time I went home happy. This night was no different.

The Fast Computers, who I’ve seen in SF at Hemlock Tavern, played to an intimate and enchanted group of viewers who seemed more like friends of the other bands or promoters than showgoers. However, even though the FC name was unfamiliar and the end of Pride weekend was heavy on the crowds’ shoulders, more than one person got up to dance.

Alejandro Escovedo is a ‘Real Animal’

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Alejandro Escovedo recently performed “Always a Friend” with Bruce Springsteen.

By Todd Lavoie

How about some good news for a change? Alejandro Escovedo’s comeback keeps getting stronger.

When the singer-songwriter collapsed post-show back in 2003 after contracting Hepatitis C, the outlook was pretty grim – as it turned out, he had had the disease for several years, and his body was in greatly compromised condition. Consequently, his musical career had to be back-burnered for a few years, to allow time for recovery – surely a painful option for the musician, who had more or less been playing nonstop ever since forming San Francisco punk legends the Nuns back in the mid-’70s.

His return to recording, 2006’s The Boxing Mirror (Back Porch), was a triumphant, frequently touching announcement of recuperation, but the just-released Real Animal (Back Porch/ Manhattan/Blue Note Label Group) resolves any fleeting doubts about the state of Escovedo’s health after his brush with death.

Sonic Reducer Overage: Stevie, Sex Vid, Flyin’ ‘n’ you

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Wondering what to do this week? Fleeing from visiting relatives – or simply want to lose them in the crowd? Listen closely…

THE JET AGE
Poppy rock powered by Who-like feistiness? Wed/2, 9:30 p.m., $6. Hemlock Tavern, 1131 Polk, SF. (415) 923-0923.

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Sex Vid, anyone? Courtesy of Dusted.

SEX VID
Bristly, gristly hardcore for possessed vegans? Thurs/3, 9:30 p.m., $7. Hemlock Tavern, 1131 Polk, SF. (415) 923-0923.


Yes, you’re Still Flyin’.


STILL FLYIN’, COTILLION, AND CONSPIRACY OF VENUS

Indie rock party jams meet a Bright Eyes-Passionista supergroup meets Conspiracy of Beards’ female counterpart devoted to Joni Mitchell and other ladies of the canyon? Thurs/3, 9 p.m., $10. Café du Nord, 2170 Market, SF. (415) 861-5016.

Gas takes you through the wild wood to its magic mountain

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GAS
Nah und Fern
(Kompakt)

By Erik Morse

The landmark release of Gas’ four-CD Nah und Fern (Kompakt) might well narrate a secret märchen that begins in the lowlands of the Black Forest, climaxes upon a Harz mountainside and ends in the enchanted mixing board of a Cologne studio.

One of many noms de guerre of Kompakt founder Wolfgang Voigt, Gas represented the extremes of the techno/ambient hybrid pioneered in small continental studios throughout the ’90s and released on hip electronic labels like Mego, Raster-Noton, and Mille Plateaux – Gas’ original record company. The new box set encompasses Gas’ four releases – 1996’s self-titled debut, 1997’s Zauberberg, 1999’s Königsforst and 2000’s Pop – whose sylvan intricacies appreciate from album to album in a spiritual tour of German romanticism and its putative antipode, techne.

But Voigt endeavors to merge these inconsistent paradigms head-on, finding the majority of musical sources for Gas in his collection of classical German genres, including Wagnerian opera, Webernian serialism, and alpine oompah bands, then mutating them through obsessive looping, stretching, and the ever-present bass drum. What is produced is an incredible acoustic environment overflowing with epic grandeur and religious hymnal. “Gas is Hansel and Gretel on acid,” Voigt has said. “…A seemingly endless march through the under woods – and into the discotheque – of an imaginary, nebulous forest.”


A surveillance video set to Gas music.

US Air Guitar Championships soundcheck thrashes past

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By Ariel Soto

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With their beer mugs in hand, a crowd gathered around a small stage at Bar None in the Marina for US Air Guitar Championships soundcheck on June 24th, before the show later at the Independent. Hot Lixx Hulahan, the 2006 National Air Guitar Champion who hails from San Francisco, started the evenings show by “playing” a myriad eclectic guitar tunes that spanned several musical genres.

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Hey, hey, Hot Lixx

Each artist who performed was unique not only in their way of strumming the strings, but also in their personal fashion sense and ability to interact with the crowd. At the beginning of the show Hot Lixx said that what the judges look for at the actual competition is showmanship, skills when actually playing the guitar, and most importantly that they embody a powerful sense of “air” in their every move.

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Bowing to Humboldt-bred Jenny Scheinman

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Fiddling around: Jenny Scheinman. Photo by Wendy Andringa.

By Todd Lavoie

Jenny Scheinman can do it all. The Humboldt County-bred Brooklynite has already worn plenty of hats – violinist, composer, bandleader, session musician, collaborator – but with her recently released eponymous disc on Koch Records, she’s donned perhaps her most impressive chapeau of them all: vocalist. While hardly a newbie to recording – having recorded a handful of avant-garde jazz albums over the years, including a couple for the venerable Tzadik label – Scheinman’s vocal debut swings with honestly blindsiding levels of “whoa, where did this come from?!”

The biggest surprise? Jenny Scheinman isn’t jazz at all, but rather a rustic collection of old-timey country, rambling blues, and rockabilly swagger. Yes, there is an improvisational spirit to these recordings – thus revealing her deep-rooted jazz connections – but overall the focus is on gorgeously twanged-out vocals and faithful evocations of the old south. It’s a mighty auspicious first step to the mic, bursting with the confidence of someone who has been singing all her life, of someone who lives and breathes every word that leaves her lips. As far as first introductions go, it’s just as quietly revelatory as Gillian Welch’s Revival (Almo Sounds/Acony).

I should also mention here that Scheinman actually has just released two albums at once – the other, Crossing the Field (also Koch) is a purely instrumental affair, which I haven’t heard yet. I’m sure it’s wonderful, but for now I’ll stick to discussing the self-titled record. And since it’s getting touted in some circles as her “vocals album,” I might as well get right to it and heap gushing praise upon her comfortingly familiar but still uniquely expressive voice.

No need for earplugs at SFTV Unplugged

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Stefan Grant and bassist Martin Morales rock the Devil at SFTV Unplugged.

By Kat Renz

A year ago, local guitarist Stefan Grant wasn’t sure how he’d continue playing live shows. The drummer of his alternative/metal band, Kinetic Chain, moved to Chicago, and the tribe was further split after he and the lead guitarist suffered a falling out.

And then, as so often happens in those bummer times, epiphany struck: what if they took a different direction from the guitar riff-driven, crashing drum sound they were so used to and went acoustic instead? “Let’s strip it down to what it is,” Grant said, adding that he wanted to create an opportunity to play and see live music that’s easy on the ears but still rock, as opposed to jazz or pop – a sweet space he considers relatively rare in the city. Thus was born SFTV Unplugged.

It’s not a novel approach – remember how killer those episodes of MTV Unplugged were back in the ’90s? “I think there are a lot of 30-plus people who liked Unplugged a lot,” Grant said, as we proceeded to rail off a list of our favorite performances. Alice in Chains. The Cure. That legendary Nirvana performance with Kurt Cobain sarcastically commenting on everything from harp-tuning to Leadbelly’s for-sale guitar amid a stage buried in star-gazer lilies.

Tom Morello makes some noise for Cindy Sheehan this weekend

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The Nightwatchman in the film Berkeley.

This just in for Rage Against the Machine guitarist Tom Morello‘s people:

“Tom Morello’s solo project and alter ego, the Nightwatchman, will play a San Francisco benefit for anti-war activist Cindy Sheehan, best known for her extended demonstration at a camp outside President George W. Bush’s Texas ranch. Sheehan’s son, Casey was killed during his service in the Iraq War on April 4, 2004.

“Says Morello, ‘I have never publicly endorsed any political candidate until now. It is an honor to perform at Cindy Sheehan’s fundraising event because I strongly believe she is the kind of uncompromising righteous voice for justice that this country so desperately needs. Her unwavering commitment to peace and human rights as well as her intelligence and fortitude are inspiring and stand in dramatic contrast to the lame parade of mealy-mouthed sell-outs and red state war-mongers we are normally forced to choose between.’

“Morello will headline the fundraising show for Sheehan at San Francisco’s Fat City on Saturday, June 28, alongside Malcontent, an acoustic performance by Travis Bilenski, and a reading by Eric Victorino.


Raging with RATM: “Bulls on Parade.”

In the court of Charlemagne Palestine

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Charlemagne Palestine
From Etudes to Cataclysms
(Sub Rosa)

By Erik Morse

Charlemagne Palestine (real name: Chaim Moshe Tzadik Palestine) has long been an unrecognized co-star in the avant-celebrity tradition of minimalism. Born in Brooklyn and working alongside his more famous brethren for decades, Palestine blends entrancing keyboard intervals with stylized performance and mythmaking. In his newest two-CD collection of compositions, From Etudes to Cataclysms, the musician gets second billing to the unique piano he plays.

Christened the Borgato by its eponymous inventor, a musician from Padua, the instrument consists of two grand piano bodies, constructed vertically, with the first containing all 88 keys and sitting at normal playing height while the second contains only the lower 37 notes and rests near the feet. Having previously learned to perform on the carillon, a medieval bell instrument played with the fists and feet, Palestine was reportedly eager to test his dexterity on the mutant machine. Recorded over three days at the Church of Saint Apollinare Monticello in Lonigo, Italy, the end product is a 140 minute tour de force of mindful possibilities and mindless boredom.

The first disc (“Etudes”) consists almost entirely of Palestine’s exercises with repetition and formality as he builds enormous ghostly overtones from long periods of high- and low-end trilling. From the opening “super high tones” to the closing “tritone octave ½”, there is an ongoing struggle, in both performance and perception, between obscure mathematical process and arcane artistic license. The tension builds further and further as the individual notes blur into less delineated “clusters” of sound without harmonic resolution. Drones, secreted beneath the surface sounds, phase in and out with a spectral menace.

As with most extended minimalist compositions, there are various levels of intention and thus appreciation simultaneously at work. While the abstractionist and musicologist might luxuriate in so-called “microtonal” resonances spiriting between the Western intervals of the piano, casual listeners may simply gape at Palestine’s superhuman playing endurance. Regardless, the listener hangs on to this sonic maelstrom half in suspense and half in stupor. The hypnotic effect is not very different from that produced by LaMonte Young’s The Well Tuned Piano (Gramavision, 1988) or the film soundtracks of Ligeti or Donaggio. And most of the pieces do have a strong kinaesthetic component to them, eschewing the aural for a chimerical cinematography.

The second disc exudes similar hypnomonotony but the pianist’s trills reside more on the lower end as he seems to take full advantage of the “bass” piano at his feet. In “Cataclisma 2” and “Cataclisma 3,” the use of tension and resolution is particularly effective, again invoking the nocturnal soundtrack moods of Eyes Wide Shut or any of a dozen “metaphysical” crime films. By “Cataclisma 4,” a behemoth piece clocking in at nearly 20 minutes, the divisions between tracks seem arbitrary or beyond a dilettante’s comprehension. Unfortunately, the recording fails to present the overall image of a Charlemagne Palestine recital, where the performer in question often surrounds himself with stuffed teddy bears, books, and aged cognac. Such knick-knacks probably connote a humor and playfulness that is sorely missing in the heavy intellectual conceits of From Etudes to Cataclysms. Nonetheless, for followers of the current avant-garde, the work of this renegade pianist has few equals.

Sloan work their four-part pop magic

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SLOAN
Parallel Play
(Yep Roc)

By Todd Lavoie

Ah, Sloan, you’re killing me with your songwriting wizardry! The Canadian power-pop quartet had lain down quite the serious gauntlet to all the other three-chord bashers last year with their sprawling 30-track masterwork Never Hear the End of It (Yep Roc), and here they come once again with another batch of instant anthems to show ’em what’s what.

The just-released Parallel Play (also Yep Roc) might not boast the same sense of hugeness as its predecessor – only 13 songs this go-round – but it’s just as knee-tappingly, head-bobbingly dynamic, having channeled all of the previous disc’s restless energy and fierce ambition into something a bit more compact. Better still, it seems that the guys must have gotten a massive creative boost after last year’s bold undertaking. Parallel Play presents Sloan sounding even more energized than before, and certainly more focused. As admirable and breathtaking as 2007’s offering was, the new disc is probably ultimately easier to get one’s grip around. Me, I’m in love with it already.

Time to put that psychology degree to good use and make mama proud: the term “parallel play” comes from child psychology, referring to behavior in which little tykes enjoy playing independently of each other while sharing the same space – you know, as in “Ashley stacks wooden blocks while Kelsey scribbles all over the coffee table with a new box of crayons.” You get the idea. While this term might not resonate nearly as much with other bands – I couldn’t see it connecting as much with Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings, for example, wherein everybody locks together in the pursuit of a tight groove – it definitely makes sense in the context of Sloan.

Arctic Monkeys/Rascals spinoff Last Shadow Puppets tugs our heartstrings

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THE LAST SHADOW PUPPETS
The Age of the Understatement
(Domino)

By Todd Lavoie

Side projects tend to be met upon arrival with more than a bit of held-breath trepidation and Doubting Thomas cynicism. So it’s always nice when one shows up that not only turns out to be a rousing success, but also ends up raising the bar for the artists concerned in the process. Such is the case with the recent Last of the Shadow Puppets collaboration between the Arctic Monkeys’ Alex Turner and the Rascals’ Miles Kane. Their opening introduction, The Age of the Understatement, should come as a great big “who knew?’ to those who have followed the pair’s respective day jobs thus far.

Specifically I am speaking of Turner; while Kane’s Rascals hold plenty of promise, they have thus far only released an EP, with an album expected this summer. As for Turner, however – well, who would have expected that the charming leader of the exuberant pop-punkers Arctic Monkeys would follow up two such gloriously careening albums of post-Buzzcocks delights (2006’s Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not and last year’s Favourite Worst Nightmare, both Domino) with a collection of lushly orchestrated ’60s pop? And that it would be so successful in paying homage to that era, for that matter?

The album should be considered a turning point for the vocalist. As effective as the Arctic Monkeys’ pint-raising anthems have been in getting bodies in motion, here we are seeing a whole new depth to his songwriting. Not only did he and Kane – the two share songwriting credits – fully embrace and absorb the string-laden pop of the likes of Scott Walker, but they’ve penned a whole new set of riveting melodramas which surpass rote re-creation and mere mimicry and instead strive for achieving similar heights. Overall, they succeed enormously, which leaves me quite anxious to hear the Rascals’ forthcoming debut, to be sure, and feverishly praying away that the next Monkeys disc can’t be much further around the bend.

In on the Outside: Howlin Rain, the Walkmen, Toot and the Maytals added to Outside Lands fest lineup

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Howl on, Howlin Rain – at Outside Lands.

This in from the publicists of Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival, the first annual ticketed large-scale multi-stage event in Golden Gate Park. (A portion of every ticket sold will directly benefit Golden Gate Park):

“Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival is proud to announce new additions to the already-stellar line-up for the first inaugural event. Howlin Rain, The Dynamites, and Carney are rounding out Friday, Aug. 22. The Walkmen, Abigail Washburn and the Sparrow Quartet featuring Bela Fleck, and Everest have been added to Saturday, Aug. 23. Toots and the Maytals, Rogue Wave, Mike Gordon, and Vienna Teng have been added to Sunday, Aug. 24.

“The multifaceted, three-day festival will take place in San Francisco’s historic Golden Gate Park on Aug. 22-24, 2008. Radiohead, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, and Jack Johnson will headline the event. Tickets for the Outside Lands Music and Arts Festival are available for purchase at www.SFOutsidelands.com.

“The updated schedule for each day is as follows:”

Friday, Aug. 22 (first band is on at 5 p.m.)
Radiohead
Beck
Manu Chao
The Black Keys
Cold War Kids
Steel Pulse
Black Mountain
The Felice Brothers
Howlin Rain
The Dynamites
Carney

Saturday, August 23 (first band is on at 1 p.m.)
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers
Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals
Primus
Steve Winwood
Lupe Fiasco
Café Tacvba
Regina Spektor
Galactic’s Crescent City Soul Krewe featuring Dirty Dozen Horns
M. Ward
Devendra Banhart
Matt Nathanson
Two Gallants
Dredg
Abigail Washburn and the Sparrow Quartet featuring Bela Fleck
The Walkmen
Sidestepper
Kaki King
The Coup
Donavon Frankenreiter
Nellie McKay
Goapele
Sean Hayes
Rupa and the April Fishes
Everest

Sunday, Aug. 24 (first band is on at 1 p.m.)
Jack Johnson
Wilco
Widespread Panic
Rodrigo y Gabriela
Broken Social Scene
Andrew Bird
Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings
Drive-By Truckers
Toots and the Maytals
Stars
Rogue Wave
ALO
Jackie Greene
Mike Gordan
The Cool Kids
Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
Little Brother
Bon Iver
The Mother Hips
Nicole Atkins and the Sea
K’naan
Back Door Slam
Culver City Dub Collective

All’s Phair in ‘Guyville’?

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By Laura Mojonnier

The last time Liz Phair figured so prominently in the critical discourse was back in 2003 following the release of her self-titled collaboration with the Matrix. While Phair retained her trademark sexual frankness on the disc and even produced a hit, “Why Can’t I,” the album rendered her fans utterly apoplectic.

What happened? Phair had been slowly moving in the “adult contemporary” direction for years – but the Matrix? The duo that produced Avril Lavigne and Christina Aguilera? If any one had lingering doubts as to whether or not the ’90s were over, this album was the fourth horseman.

With the reissue of her classic debut, 1993’s Exile in Guyville (Matador/ATO), slated for June 24, Phair is back in the spotlight. This time around, the questions she’s provoking about how music has changed since she arrived on the scene are tempered by a healthy dose of nostalgia. Newly signed to Dave Matthew’s ATO Records, Phair seems more comfortable than ever, even telling Billboard that she’s feeling “creative” for the first time in 15 years and is working on a new album scheduled for the fall.

Get Reatarded

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By Michael Harkin

Memphis’ Jay Reatard is only in his twenties, but he’s already a garage-punk legend: in the last two years following stints in bands like the Lost Sounds and the Angry Angles, he’s released a future classic LP in 2006’s Blood Visions, as well as a metric tonne of terrific single cuts.

As a well-documented onstage punch-out in Canada recently showed, the nose-breaking intensity of his melodic chops have been bowling over tastemakers everywhere, especially the folks at the Matador label. Following some especially wonderful wax last year (the “I Know A Place” 7-inch, the “Night of Broken Glass” 12-inch), Mr. Reatard and Matador arranged this year to release a new 7-inch single every month for six months in gradually decreasing quantities, which would eventually be compiled onto a full-length disc.

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“See/Saw,” the A-side from single no. 1, is still the biggest scorcher of the series thus far: his double-tracked nasal yelp and ticker tape enunciation turn lines like “And that is all that I know!” into something shout-alongable and triumphant. “Screaming Hand” is delightful, too. It’s got a Sparks-y, theatrical chorus (“You want a hero? No no no no no…”) and a simple, infectious keyboard lick that make for an all-too-fast rave up, kinda like his notoriously short, fiery live gigs.

Five from These New Puritans

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What would Elvis think? These New Puritans’ Jack Barnett doesn’t appear to be extremely preoccupied with Tha King. Instead here’s five for Thursday, the albums he’s been listening to of late:

• Van der Graaf Generator, Pawn Hearts (Charisma, 1971)
• Peter Hammill, Nadir’s Big Chance (Charisma, 1975)
• Crystal Castles, Crystal Castles (Last Gang)
• Various artists, Dancehall’s Best Ever mix CD
• Bjork, Medulla (Elektra/WEA)

Marcus Shelby serves up both heaviness and soulful grooving

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By Sam Devine

Marcus Shelby kept things light on Friday the 13th at Jazz at Pearl’s, even though his band performed politically charged music including pieces from his new album, Harriet Tubman (Noir).

While the two new compositions were saved for the end of the evening, the entire night was emotionally charged, laced with spiritual and political ideas.

The first song, “The Leopard,” was inspired by Quaker artist Edward Hicks’ painting The Peaceable Kingdom, wherein the lion lays down with the lamb.