Monday, February 14, 2011

Hipster Victory: Arcade Fire, the Grammys and Independence

I don't know if any of you noticed, but the Grammys aired last night...

I'll admit it: there is no good reason why I insist on watching the Grammy Awards every single year. All the criticism thrown at the show and the voting process is legitimate. For four hours, overpaid musicians prance around the stage, as the show's producers try to cram as much commercial appeal into their allotted block of time as possible. The show has long since abandoned actual award giving, choosing to sprinkle less than a dozen of the hundred-plus categories into the televised production. Instead, celebrity collaborations, song mash-ups, overblown costuming and emotionless homages run the evening.

The voting is done by people within the record industry, who, unsurprisingly, have a very real interest in encouraging people to buy their products. Quality takes a backseat to commercialism, which has been true since the beginning of time, but never fails to irk over-earnest hipsters (such as myself) who wish that critically acclaimed music was given a bit more exposure. Look at the Oscars. They've managed to find a wild balance between populism and critical appeal. People care about the Oscars, yet the films that get nominated aren't that different from what we find in year-end movie lists.

So, when Arcade Fire won Album of the Year last night, something totally unprecedented happened. The critics and the industry agreed on the year's best album. The Suburbs even topped the charts for a week or two in August, meaning the the consumers were (briefly) on the same wavelength. Using the numbers over at Acclaimedmusic.net, I can find only two other occasions when this has happened: Thriller's win in 1984 and The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill in 1999. There are a few close calls (Sgt. Peppers, The Joshua Tree, etc), but it doesn't take some research to know that the Grammys and critics are almost always miles apart.

Unlike The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, The Suburbs was not fueled by a string of hit singles. Unlike Thriller, The Suburbs is not the best-selling album of all time. Most importantly, unlike everything that has ever won the Album of the Year Grammy Award (as far as I can tell), The Suburbs was released on an independent record label. Released on Merge Records, which operates out of North Carolina, The Suburbs is the first time time that a release outside of the industry has been recognized with its highest award. Purists will note that Merge is distributed by ADA, which is majority owned by Warner Brothers, but Merge's autonomy should not be overlooked.

Does this mean the "indie kids won" last night? Yes and no. We won (yeah, I'm including myself in the indie kids) in the sense that music we love (generally speaking) has been thrust into the mainstream's attention. Those of us who champion independent music as a necessary element in ensuring music diversity have seen our best case scenario come to fruition. One of "our" bands has risen to the top of the industry without the help of major label financial backing. Arcade Fire still don't have hit singles or radio play or anything like that. But they've got the industry's top award. That has to mean something.

At the same time, if you're an indie kid who takes pride in listening to things no one else listens to, this all probably comes as a blow. Arcade Fire have been catapulted into the realm of U2 and Coldplay, those juggernaut rock bands who can sell out stadiums on name-recognition alone. Arcade Fire have been threatening to be that type of band for a couple years now, but the media attention they're receiving in the wake of the Grammys will push them over that hump. The elitists will cry foul. They'll say that Arcade Fire aren't cool now that they're popular. Hell, the band might even sign a major label contract. We'll cross that bridge when we get there. For the time being, though, I encourage everyone to celebrate the simple fact that we gatecrashed the music industry last night. This might not mean anything for the future, but it sure feels good in the present.

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Week in Albums: Feb. 11

Today's blog post is a little different...

The original goal of Pretzel Logic was to follow music history as it was being written. While I certainly love listening to and reviewing new music, I find commentating on what everyone else is saying far more interesting. Whether an album is good or bad isn't something decided by one person. It's something formed by hundreds of voices all weighing in on the matter. When some release or another does get itself noticed over the cacophony of conflicting opinions, that means something. So, from now on, I'm not going to review albums in the traditional way. Rather, every Friday, I'm going to briefly discuss the week's releases that are getting the most attention. I'll provide my own opinions, of course, but I mostly want to draw people's attention to albums that other people are talking about. Listen to them, form your own opinions. Stay in touch with contemporary music.

So, without further ado, the highlights from the past week:

#1
Zonoscope
Cut Copy
Modular Records

Zonoscope was the week's big critical winner. Cut Copy's follow-up to 2008's much-celebrated In Ghost Colours showcases a more thoughtful and nuanced version of the band's dance-rock hybrid. While In Ghost Colours sounded like an unusually sunny New Order, Zonoscope recalls LCD Soundsystem at their most compelling (sans James Murphy's barbed lyrics), with a bit of Kraftwerk and Moroder beats thrown in. This is a fantastic step forward for the Australian band. Listen to the extraordinary opening one-two punch of "Need You Now" and "Take Me Over." Critics loved this album and I'm certainly not here to disagree.

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#2
James Blake
James Blake
A&M Records

Capitalizing on the strength of a handful of EPs released last year, James Blake's debut album is a spectral affair, full of shadowy electronics, staccato clicks and Blake's processed voice. Utilizing vocoders, multi-tracking and other studio tricks, the human voice is reconfigured into something harsh and robotic, yet simultaneously rich with emotion. James Blake feels like an album of smooth R&B ballads... as sung by HAL. "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do..." Not many albums can be both eerie and romantic, but James Blake finds a way.

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#3
Tao of the Dead
...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead
Superball Music

Although it didn't receive the acclaim of the first two, Tao of the Dead rounds out this week's crop of well-reviewed albums. Everyone's favorite absurdly named band has returned, with more sturm and drang and wonderfully overblown hugeness. After spending the better part of the 2000s wandering through the aimless wastelands of guitar noodling, Tao of the Dead is helping Trail of Dead reclaim a bit of the promise they first showed almost a decade ago. The guitars are loud and the choruses are anthemic, but some strong melodies and use of dynamics liven things up a bit. This still isn't a good enough album to redeem that absurd band name, but, c'mon, we all know that Trail of Dead could release Ziggy Stardust and that wouldn't be enough.

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Thursday, February 10, 2011

Projecting the Mariners 2011 Roster, v. 3.0

I've been neglecting this blog a bit lately, but that will change soon. As of tomorrow, I'm reinventing the way I cover music, plus we'll have Spring Training in motion for the Mariners. All in all, I should have plenty to talk about. However, before all that begins, I want to take one more stab at predicting who the Mariners are gonna throw on the field when the season begins. In light of the recent signings on Gabe Gross and Manny Delcarmen, here's how things will probably shake out:

Rotation
RHP Felix Hernandez
LHP Jason Vargas
RHP Doug Fister
LHP Luke French
RHP David Pauley

This is the ultra-conservative guess. It assumes that Bedard will fall apart again and that Pineda will start the season in Tacoma. Both are likely, to be honest, but both Erik and Michael would make April a lot more fun to watch.

Bullpen
RHP Brandon League
RHP Dan Cortes
LHP Garrett Olsen
RHP Josh Lueke
RHP Chris Ray
RHP Manny Delcarmen
LHP Nate Robertson

David Aardsma will almost certainly start the year on the DL, making League our temporary closer and opening up more spots for non-roster guys. Ray, Delcarmen and Robertson are all veterans with upside. Compared to last year, this lot actually looks kind of exciting.

Lineup
RF Ichiro Suzuki
3B Chone Figgins
DH Jack Cust
1B Justin Smoak
CF Franklin Gutierrez
C Miguel Olivo
LF Michael Saunders
SS Jack Wilson
2B Brendan Ryan

No changes here. Ackley will show up at some point, but Ryan's got the inside track on the second base gig when the year opens. Like many people, I wouldn't mind having Ichiro bat third, allowing Figgy to be a leadoff man again and probably improving our offense by leaps and bounds. But that won't happen. Ever. Tragic.

Bench
C Adam Moore
INF Josh Wilson
INF Adam Kennedy
OF Milton Bradley

Barring a complete offensive meltdown, Kennedy should snag a bench spot over Tui, Mangini and whoever else wanders into camp before April. Milton's legal situation is another to monitor. Finally, the team could decide to have Adam Moore start the year getting regular at bats in Tacoma, opting to carry Josh Bard as Olivo's backup. But again, that would be the boring move. We do want people to watch/go to games in April, don't we?

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The White Stripes Say Goodbye

Yesterday, the White Stripes issued a statement announcing the end of the band. After denying all the usual reasons bands dissolve (creative differences, personality conflicts, inexplicable illness, etc), Jack and Meg White signed off with a tongue-in-cheek comment about how the White Stripes belong to their audience now. Needless to say, all of this surprised many people. Sure, the band hadn't released a new album in four years and Jack was involved in (approximately) eighty million other bands, but it was always assumed that new White Stripes music would appear eventually. Apparently, that day will never come. The White Stripes are done. Fourteen years and six albums later, what is the legacy of the White Stripes?

Well, there's no doubt that that they were one of the most important musical acts of the 2000s. As the late-1990s, the second heyday of electronica and heavily processed pop music, receded into memory, the White Stripes were held up as a return to good ol' rawk music. Along with contemporary acts like the Strokes and (to a lesser extent) the Hives, the sound of loud electric guitars gave music critics shivers. Especially for an older generation, who came of age worshiping at the altars of Saints Zeppelin and Sabbath, Jack's murky guitar heroics and passionate yelping were godsends. Then you had Meg's idiot-proof drumming, both beloved and despised, but undeniably powerful in its simplicity. Here was updated blues rock, repackaging familiar riffs within punk's raw, untrained energy and immediacy. As the band evolved, strands of American folk music was added into the mix, along with other disparate elements, best heard on Get Behind Me Satan (2005) and Icky Thump (2007). They rocked and they rolled. They even gave the world the decade's best guitar riff ("Seven Nation Army," which you should already know). The White Stripes were the great American rock band of the 2000s.

Most of the band's legacy will live on through two albums: White Blood Cells (2001) and Elephant (2003). White Blood Cells was the album that brought the White Stripes into the national spotlight, through the ramshackle guitar pop of "Fell In Love With A Girl" (and its unforgettable video). It also features great tracks like "Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground" and "Hotel Yorba," a favorite of college-aged acoustic guitarists the world over. While White Blood Cells shows the band at their most varied and dynamic, Elephant shows them at their most confident and powerful. Opening with the aforementioned "Seven Nation Army," the rest of the album's fifty minutes serves as a virtually uninterrupted collection of the band's greatest hits. Along with the singles "I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself" and "The Hardest Button To Button," you've got manic guitar freakouts ("Black Math"), low-key blues sketches ("In The Cold, Cold Night") and truly bizarre and wonderful experiments like "Little Acorns." Both albums have become unquestioned classics in the years since they've been released, and for good reason. Featuring most of the White Stripes' best songs, they stand as the two pinnacles in the the career of an essential band.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

New Review: Iron & Wine, Kiss Each Other Clean

Release Date: January 25
Label: Warner Bros.

It wasn't all that long ago that Iron & Wine's Sam Beam was just another acoustic-and-folk-minded singer-songwriter, churning out simple, emotional guitar songs. However, something changed upon the release of 2007's The Shepherd's Dog and Iron & Wine has blossomed into a massive, musically adventurous band. Kiss Each Other Clean is the latest example of Beam's acceptance of bolder sounds and styles, ensuring that anyone who still calls his band a "folk" act will need go hunting for some new genres. The album has a definite musical obsession with the 1970s, heard on the smooth, FM-radio-ready "Monkeys Uptown" and "Half Moon," along with the Steely-Dan-style harmonies riddled throughout. There's also some saxophone skronking ("Big Burned Hand"), some indie-approved balladry ("Tree By The River") and even some light gospel in the form of the opener "Walking Far From Home," with it's stately rhythm and chorus of backing vocals. Perhaps the strongest track is the last, "Your Fake Name Is Good Enough For Me," which takes the Steely Dan comparisons to fantastic heights before dissolving into an honest-to-god guitar freakout. If Kiss Each Other Clean has a weak point, is undoubtedly the lyrics, which feel too overwrought, earnest or bizarre to carry any true emotional depth ("we will become an ice cream cone?" Come again?). However, the music is strong enough to distract you. Along with Destroyer's Kaputt, Kiss Each Other Clean has made this a very good week for soft-rock revivalism. Also, gotta love that album cover.

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