Stupid Poetic Justice…

I’m thrilled to report that a vinyl compendium of brilliant new songs by the venerable New Pornographers has just arrived in my mailbox. It’s called Whiteout Conditions, and it’s eleven new tracks of pure power-pop glory. 

Unfortunately, it arrived just as central Alberta has been caught in the throes of an actual whiteout. On Easter weekend!


Doh!

Nevertheless, I’m looking forward to heading downstairs to the trusty man-cave with a beer or three and giving this new, blue musical platter an inaugural spin. 

I see from the liner notes that Neko Case was part of the recordings, and I’ve heard that she’s going to be on the tour, too. Cool! But not the inimitable Dan Bejar, who is sitting this NP record out. Presumably he has a new Destroyer album and tour in the works this year. Bejar’s oddball songs are often the perfect counterpoint to A.C. Newman’s clever, electric pop confections. Most charmingly, I think Bejar comes up with his song titles by randomly flipping through a dictionary and picking the first three words that catch his eye. Look for “Verily Trombone Unicorn” to feature prominently on a future New Pornographers release 🙂

For now, as the snow continues to pile up outside, it’s always great to unwrap new music by Canada’s greatest exporters of intelligent power-pop. To the man-cave I go!

Craven Hermit’s Top Albums of 2015

Happy New Year! Now that the odometer has rolled over for a brand new circuit around the sun, it’s a good time to revisit the musical highlights of 2015.

Let’s start with a few of the usual caveats. This is a list of the ten albums that brought me the most enjoyment this year. They aren’t necessarily groundbreaking or avant-garde or genre defining – but they appeal to my personal penchant for rhythm and melody. And I am not a professional music writer, I’m just an avid fan, so I don’t get to hear hundreds or even thousands of new records each year. The only records on my radar are the ones that I ponied up my own hard-earned money to buy, based on recommendations from friends, website, magazines, satellite radio, and the blogosphere at large. So don’t expect to see Peruvian folk music or Hungarian techno or even American hip-hop on my list, because my tastes just don’t run that way! I like what I like.

All that said, I think that a number of very good albums were released over the past year. Many people have celebrated 2015 as the “new golden era of television”, with quality programming spread across a myriad of platforms. In my estimation, popular music is also at a high water mark. No, it’s not like the 1960’s or early 1970’s where a dozen or so bands seemed to rule the earth. But even if there is a dearth of modern artists that can cut across genres and demographics, there is an embarrassment of riches that awaits discovery by music fans who make a modest effort to seek it out.

If you enjoy alternative rock, indie rock, or something closer to pop, the following albums may be worth a listen whenever you get a chance. Sorted alphabetically by artist, these are my favourite albums of 2015.

Every Open Eye by Chvrches

Chvrches - Every Open EyeIn mid-2015 during an interview for Q Magazine, the members of Chvrches pulled a prank on their manager. Invited into the studio to hear some samples of the Scottish dance-poppers upcoming second album, the manager was treated to an unholy “atonal din”. It was all a joke of course. On Every Open Eye, the trio haven’t turned to grunge or industrial or noise rock. Sensibly, they’ve followed up their well-received 2013 debut with even bigger Euro-pop choruses and sharper melodies. Most of the songs feature the clarion call of Lauren Mayberry’s distinctive vocals, though whenever keyboardist Martin Doherty steps up to the microphone the album takes on an interesting 80’s throwback vibe. Sometimes acerbic, sometimes playful, sometimes melancholy, but entertaining through and through.
Key track: “Leave a Trace”

What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World by The Decemberists

Decemberists - What a Terrible WorldSeveral years on from the success of 2011’s The King Is Dead, the Decemberists might have been forgiven for returning to their artesian well of R.E.M. flavoured Americana. Instead, new album What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World is a wonderful distillation of the entire Decemberists catalogue in the guise of a modern-sounding rock record. Elements of proggy folk music, sea shanties, and tales of youthful angst peek through the knotholes, even if the songs sound radio-ready on first listen. Unabashedly literate, uncluttered, melodic, and anthemic in good measure, it’s a feast for the ears.
Key track:
“Till The Water’s All Long Gone”

Born Under Saturn by Django Django

Django Django - Born Under SaturnEvidently, 2015 was an excellent year for Scottish sophomore albums. Like Chvrches, the year saw the return of electro-indie-surf act Django Django with an album that improves upon the template of their debut. The rhythms are still mechanical yet humanistic, drawing inspiration from forebears like Kraftwerk and more modern contemporaries like Hot Chip or the Beta Band. The melodies, meanwhile, are playful and bright and perhaps a smidge easier to digest this time out. It’s very easy for the listener to get caught up in the polyrhythmic fun. One imagines that smart-arse a cappella groups at universities from Auckland to Yale are obsessively studying every twist and turn of Born Under Saturn as we speak.
Key track: “Giant”

Return To The Moon by El Vy

El Vy - Return To The MoonCollaborations can be a trainwreck (case in point: Metallica and Lou Reed), but occasionally they draw upon the strengths of both artists. Matt Berninger and Brent Knopf first met years ago while their bands (the National and Menomena, respectively) were touring together. The songs resulting from their collaboration explore many different avenues of indie rock – from the punchy guitars of the title track and “Sad Case” to the wistful synth-driven pop of “Paul is Alive” to the slinky soul of “Sleeping Light” to the downbeat efficiency of “No Time To Crank The Sun”. The kaleidoscopic songwriting is deftly glued together by Berninger’s instantly recognizable baritone. The vocals are simultaneously miserable and playful, melancholy and hilarious, defeated yet defiant.

Key track: “Return To The Moon (Political Song for Didi Bloome to Sing, with Crescendo)”

FFS by Franz Ferdinand + Sparks

FFSYet another collaboration this year brought us FFS, a new joint venture of Glaswegian pop-rockers Franz Ferdinand and veteran LA experimental pop artists Sparks. Almost a decade in the making, the wittily named FFS marks the return of both acts to the rarified air of top-of-the-pops craftsmanship. Franz Ferdinand have always employed a fondness for arty dance-rock with massive choruses. Injecting their tunes with the witty misanthropy and eccentricities of the Mael brothers was a masterstroke. The fact that they included a catchy number called “Collaborations Don’t Work” among these 16 tracks tells you something about the kind of humour at play behind the hooks.
Key track: “Johnny Delusional”

Chasing Yesterday by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

Noel Gallagher - Chasing YesterdaySome people continue to pine for an Oasis reunion, but I’m not one of them. The allure of Hefty bags full of cash makes a reunion of the Gallagher brothers all but inevitable. Which will be a shame, because shedding himself of the distractions of sibling rivalry has helped Noel Gallagher take his songwriting chops to a higher level. It’s highly doubtful that melancholic masterpieces like “Riverman” or “The Right Stuff” would have worked on an Oasis album, yet on Chasing Yesterday they are two of the album’s strongest tunes. Noel can still howl and rock out when he wants to – as he and his happy minstrels do on “Lock All The Doors” and “The Mexican”. But it’s the album closer “Ballad of the Mighty I” that stands proudly among the best things the man has ever written, and that’s saying a lot.
Key track: “Ballad of the Mighty I”

In Colour by Jamie xx

Jamie xx - In ColourEveryone seemed to fall in love this album in 2015, and with good reason. Among all the studio production wizardry and guest vocalists, there are tunes galore. I will admit that, on first listen, I was thrown awry by the lead-off track “Gosh” which spends its first two and a half minutes of drum ‘n’ bass going precisely nowhere. But once melody lines start floating in from the ether on spacey synthesizers, the album is finally off and running. This is the sound of an introvert’s dance party – bouncy and rhythmic and tuneful without feeling the need to be an attention whore. On “Loud Places”, Jamie xx draws a masterful vocal performance out of frequent collaborator Romy Madley Croft, painting in sonic watercolours the sound of the conflict inside every shy person’s head whenever it’s time to go out.
Key track: “Loud Places”

Drones by Muse

Muse - DronesIt was hard to guess which way the ever-evolving Muse would pivot for their seventh studio album, coming on the heels of the thermodynamic glam of 2012’s The 2nd Law. With the benefit of hindsight, their choice of producer – none other than Robert John “Mutt” Lange – should have been a tell. Drones is a loud and slinky collection of massive guitar riffs and thumping drums and bass, shot through with Matt Bellamy’s politically paranoid themes. The sequencing of songs is also hugely entertaining. Upbeat radio ballad “Mercy” (this album’s closest cousin to “Starlight”) is followed up by the vicious “Reapers”, wherein Matt Bellamy attempts to out-tap Eddie Van Halen. It’s preposterous, it’s dramatic, and it’s about as subtle as a punch to the throat. In short, it’s a prototypical Muse album – and a pretty good one at that.
Key track: “Psycho”

Music Complete by New Order

New Order - Music CompleteWith the high-profile departure of irascible yet indispensible bassist Peter Hook, alarm bells were ringing regarding the future of New Order. Hooky’s instantly recognizable bass tones have been at the core of the band’s sound for the better part of three decades. Who would fill all that sonic space? Keyboardist Gillian Gilbert has rejoined the band in the studio, and a few high-profile collaborators were invited to participate in the new recordings. The results are better than most reasonable people might have expected. The melodies and bottom-end ‘thump’ harken back to the band’s 1980s heyday, while the production is very much up-to-date. The lyrics are still as banal as ever – one gets the feeling that Coldplay’s Chris Martin probably mumbles better lyrics in his sleep than Bernard Sumner pens on his best day. But listening to New Order songs in search of lyrical genius is sort of like going to McDonalds for a salad. Just enjoy the electro-disco stylings and dance like nobody’s watching.
Key track: “Plastic”

Currents by Tame Impala

Tame Impala - CurrentsThis was one of the most hotly anticipated albums of the year, and Currents did not disappoint. After a few years of dabbling in various pet projects, Kevin Parker returned to the studio to put together this follow-up to his 2012 breakthrough album Lonerism. Folks expecting the face-shredding fuzz of “Elephant part 2” may have been confused by the new album’s chilled-out, lethargic vibe. But those who chose to give it a few spins before passing judgment were able to discover the rewards lurking within. The layers of keyboards and disembodied vocals are like a soothing bath where the listener can revel in his or her own introspective glory. Just listening to the drum fills on “Let It Happen” flip inside out fills me with wonder. Maybe next time, Parker will choose to once again strap on a guitar and deliver the psychedelic rock masterpiece that so many listeners crave. For now, we will have this disillusioned, misanthropic masterpiece to console us.
Key track: “The Less I Know The Better”

And now for a special bonus! I don’t normally put live albums on my “Best Of” lists, but this year I will make an exception because it’s just so bloody good.

Royal Albert Hall by Eels

Eels - Royal Albert HallMy favourite live album of the last year is this recording by Eels at London’s vaunted Royal Albert Hall. Mark Oliver Everett is at his self-deprecating best, leading his nattily attired bandmates through an extended set of the world’s finest “bummer rock”. ‘E’ has always had a gift for making the most heart-broken tunes of misery and sorrow sound life-affirming, and this live set reveals the true depth of his songwriting talent. My personal favorites are “Fresh Feeling”, “My Timing Is Off”, “Grace Kelly Blues”, and the incomparable “Last Stop This Town” but, really, it’s all pretty great stuff. ‘E’ makes sure to thank “Albert” for the invitation to play his lovely hall, then proceeds to tell the audience how his request to play the venue’s mighty pipe organ has been rebuffed not once but twice by the stuffed suits in charge of such things. Will he ever get to make those hallowed pipes roar? Stay tuned…
Key track: “Fresh Feeling”

Championship Vinyl

This past Friday, Christmas came early for record lovers. While other folks were trampling each other for Chinese flat-screen televisions at Best Buy, the scene was a little more genial at indie record shops across North America.

This year’s Black Friday special releases covered virtually the entire spectrum of modern music, from indie rock to hip-hop to 60’s psychedelia to jazz greats to (god help us) Dave Matthews Band. Even the impeccably weird John Malkovich got in on the action, lending his vocal stylings to an album of other artists’ music.

My local store opened their doors at 10 am. I was tied up at work – and frankly I’m crowd-averse anyway – so I wasn’t there for the initial surge of thirty hard-core vinyl freaks. But I did manage to sneak out of work a little early, so off I went to shop for new ‘friends’ on vinyl.

I really wanted a copy of the new Beck single “Dreams”, but the shopkeeper said they didn’t receive any copies from their American suppliers. I had a look at the new Zombies live recording from their BBC appearances, but it contained hardly any tracks from their landmark Odessey and Oracle album so I let it be. And while I was intrigued by seeing Green Day’s American Idiot on vinyl, $55 was a little too steep for me.

As you can see, I didn’t exactly come away empty-handed. I did snag myself a newly re-issued copy of the High Fidelity soundtrack on double orange vinyl – surely Barry Jive of Championship Vinyl would approve.  And I managed to grab a copy of my most anticipated Black Friday 2015 release – the new Spoon 10″ with their rambunctious cover of “TV Set” by the Cramps. On hot pink vinyl, no less!

The store also had their regular stock on sale for 20% off. I gratefully picked up the new Wilco, Mew, and Mercury Rev albums. Grabbed the full six LP version of Ryan Adams’ Carnegie Hall gigs somewhat on impulse, after enjoying the single LP version way more than I expected to. Scored two Eels re-releases on vinyl to ensure I won’t soon run out of bummer-rock music. And after some digging thru the vaunted “audiophile” crate, I unearthed 180g reissues of two ace Manic Street Preachers records. All in all, it was a good haul.

But at what point does a hobby become an obsession? Is it when you buy 12 records in one week? It’s probably a good idea for me to put a moratorium on new purchases until after Christmas, lest I become the sad vinyl-collecting version of the Crazy Cat Lady 🙂

Hope you also made it out there this weekend to support your local record store. If not, see you there in April for RSD 2016!

Turn, Turn, Turn

No time for a summer friend,
No time for the love you send, 
Seasons change and so did I,
You need not wonder why

– The Guess Who, “No Time”, 1970

Well, hello!  Long time, no chat. I apologize for falling off the blogging map. Real life has naggingly intervened. I’ve been super-busy with my day job as an engineer with a small (but thankfully progressive) local firm. Summer evenings and weekends have been pre-occupied with landscaping my tiny expanse of a yard. Occasionally, I was simply lost in thought. But tonight, I’m feeling up to blogging again. So, here we go.

It’s the first day of November. I marked the occasion by going for a 10 km walk around town. It’s an excellent opportunity to organize my thoughts and get a little exercise. When I go walking, I always have earphones in my ears and my trusty iPhone in my pocket, shuffling tunes from my 6200-song library. (I really should pare it down some… but how can you prune your best friends?)

Do you ever get the sense that your MP3 player is spying on you? Today, even though I was simply playing songs at “random” while my GPS fitness app logged the miles underfoot, the music was almost entirely autumnal and solemn. Songs by Eels, the Decemberists, and Elbow dominated the “random” mix. I hadn’t heard Split Enz’s “Stuff and Nonsense” in years. It’s almost as though my phone checked out my local weather forecast, read my pulse, sensed my emotional state, and chose a playlist accordingly.

Tonight, I’m back at home in the man-cave, doing my best to unwind before facing the tribulations of another work week. I’m lucky that I live near enough to my office (about 4.5 km) that I can occasionally walk or bike instead of drive. Not so long ago, my iPhone played another trick on me. As I was walking past the bird sanctuary around 7:00 am on my way to the office, the “random” playlist conjured up a song by The Byrds. I only have about 3 Byrds songs in my entire library, so this was quite the coincidence. Made me chuckle, anyway. But then, on my way home that same evening, one of the other Byrds songs worked their way into the playlist, just as I was sashaying past the same bird sanctuary. Coincidence?  Not likely!

So Apple is spying on me. In a good way, mind you.

Anyway, I would like to report that I’ve learned a lot this summer. About myself, about engineering, about landscaping, about my friends and family, about forging one’s path in an indifferent world. It’s been quite the experience, but now there’s a chill in the air and a stray snowflake or three. The seasons changed, and so did I.

And with that, I bid you adieu for another evening. I promise I won’t leave you hanging so long between posts next time.

Valentine

This week wasn’t a banner week in the life of the Craven Hermit. While a few things transpired at work that were feathers in my cap, the side of the ledger dedicated to “personal pursuits” didn’t keep pace. After a miserable hockey game on Friday (my team got thumped), I retreated to one of the few places in town that keeps me balanced – the local record shop.

I came home with recent vinyl releases by Kasabian and TV on the Radio. And I will spin those records in good time, despite already owning them on CD (it’s a little like knowing exactly what you’re going to get for your birthday, yet still feeling a sense of anticipation). But tonight, while Cupid is firing his arrows indiscriminately all over town, I am in the man-cave listening to the new Father John Misty album, I Love You, Honeybear.

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To my ears, it sounds like a complicated, thoughtful, and maybe slightly jaded love letter by Josh Tillman to his wife. And despite all the attendant challenges and heartbreaks, I have to admit to a quantum of jealousy and envy. Yesterday, as I walked to my car from the record shop, I strolled by several couples walking hand-in-hand down Whyte Avenue. Meanwhile, I clutched and caressed my first (and, thus far, only) love in my hand – a few vinyl discs in a paper bag.

It wasn’t the same.

Tomorrow’s another day, and your faithful correspondent will carry on bravely. But tonight, I’m a little lost in thought. If you were lucky enough to spend this evening with someone who smells nice and is good to you, please don’t take your blessings for granted.