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The Decemberists
September 19, 2009
Terminal 5, New York, NY
By Amanda Hatfield "The Decemberists played a special one night 'lottery show,' where the songs played were picked at random by a master of ceremonies, played by John Wesley Harding..."
Ra Ra Riot
April 4, 2009
Webster Hall, New York City, NY
By Amanda Hatfield "This show was, at the time, the biggest one Ra Ra Riot had sold out as headliners, and it was clear to me after watching it that the band is destined for even bigger and better things..."
Florence and the Machine
October 28, 2009
Bowery Ballroom, New York City, NY
By Amanda Hatfield "Florence Welsh and her backing band delighted and mesmerized a sold-out crowd at Bowery in her first official NY headlining show..."
Dirty Projectors
July 19, 2009
Williamsburg Waterfront (Brooklyn, NY)
By Amanda Hatfield "I was skeptical about how well Dirty Projectors' gorgeous, complex vocal harmonies would carry over outdoors, standing under hot sunshine..."
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J. Tillman
J. Tillman
Year in the Kingdom
(Western Vinyl, 2009)
As a new crop of folk artists have clawed their way to the top of the “What the kids are listening to” heap, no band has risen higher than Seattle’s Fleet Foxes. While singer-songwriter Robin Pecknold gets all the plaudits (deservedly so), he may not even be the best songwriter in his own band, and certainly not the most prolific. That mantle belongs to drummer/guitarist/vocalist Josh Tillman. While he didn’t join the Foxes until after their 2008 debut LP was finished, and there isn’t an inkling of him sharing songwriting duties with Pecknold on future releases, there’s no doubting Tillman’s songwriting chops as he’s crafted an army of rustic solo albums—six, in total, since 2005.
In many ways, Year in the Kingdom is a giant step forward for Tillman, most notably because it is his first release where the production values match his top-notch songwriting. While his earlier records are full of great songs, this album’s sterling production highlights the subtlety of his solo work in a way his previous albums didn’t. The disc is entirely acoustic and shows off his myriad talents—Tillman takes on all guitar parts, as well as percussion, bass, banjo, recorder, and the hammered dulcimer.
The Dodos
The Dodos
Time to Die
(Frenchkiss, 2009)
It seems the Dodos beat us to the inevitable extinction joke. The San Franciscans’ third LP, the rather grimly-titled Time to Die, seems to anticipate that their name would eventually be wielded against them. And yet they seem to prolifically thrive, having put out a nine-track follow-up with an expanded line-up a year and a half after 2008’s breakthrough record, Visiter.
Extinction, though, weighs heavily on their minds—the album not only fittingly ends with the amped-up blues of title cut “Time to Die” but kicks off just as morosely, the slow-building “Small Deaths” focusing on frontman Meric Long’s renowned finger-picked guitar and delicate voice for the first 45 seconds. If that doesn’t sound like a long time, you haven’t really listened to Logan Kroeber, the Dodos’ vibrant and vital percussionist, and likely the most integrated drummer in contemporary indie rock.
In the Pines: Big Sur Festival ‘09
In the Pines: Big Sur Festival ’09
August 29th at the Henry Miller Library, Big Sur
Any trip I’ve ever taken to Big Sur has been laced with the notion that I will be graced with some sort of life-affirming experience. The literary works that have come out of that place—from Henry Miller to Jack Kerouac—have long placed that sort of mystique around one of the most naturally beautiful places on earth. So, mix that with a music festival featuring a number of folk, metal, prog-rock, noise, lo-fi, and psych rock bands of the moment at the Henry Miller Library (a little cabin with an intimate space that comfortably fits 200 situated in a redwood grove), and I couldn’t help but idealize the possibilities. Books, music, nature… I mean, c’mon.
Inside the library itself, from the ceiling, hangs a note from Mr. Miller himself asking all those who come through the gates to leave their psychoses and neuroses there at the door. I have to laugh every time I think about that now, because if there was any distinguishable collective energy that hung prominently in the late-August day air (temperatures reached into the 100s), it was largely a standoffish one for such an intimate and beautiful setting. And while I must attribute some of the aloofness to the stifling heat beating we all received, the communing aspect of my aforementioned ideals was nonexistent. The local hippie working the beer tap was projecting a cooler-than-thou edge. Pasty rocker types slunk back into the shade, looking cool but not cool (an applicable metaphor perhaps?). Neither pot nor even smiles were exchanged and/or shared. Many New Yorkers made the trek out for this affair—Brooklyn-based record label Mexican Summer put on the show with FolkYeah—and there was even a sighting of Fleet Foxes frontman Robin Pecknold in the crowd. It was quite the scene indeed. With Outside Lands happening just a few hours away in San Francisco, it felt like this was Outsider Lands, a sort of protest festival to those somewhat mass appeal proceedings. And even if most everyone in attendance was fashioned like the ’60s were alive and well, that era couldn’t have felt further in the past. The unfriendliness was a real bummer. A Mexican Bummer.
The Cave Singers
The Cave Singers
Welcome Joy
(Matador, 2009)
The Cave Singers sound exactly like you would expect a folk-rock band from the Pacific Northwest to sound. Twangy melodies, sparse instrumentation, sporadic vocal harmonies, nature-strewn lyrics, rhythms that roll and thump… all things you’d suspect in this day of indie folk-rock ubiquity. Yet, the Cave Singers have something else, something that makes them outshine much of their musical brethren. And it’s not exactly something soaring or specific, like, say, the Fleet Foxes’ melting harmonies or the Dodos’ experimental tendencies or Bon Iver’s bucolic layering. Rather, they’ve managed to very naturally construct captivating music that can easily sound derivative when played by many other bands. They’ve secured a formula that showcases their unique collective spirit while retaining the essentials of Americana, delivering a fresh breath of Seattle-brewed soul to an increasingly stale genre.
While I’ve been a big fan of that whole scene and will remain faithful to some of my favorite bands that have helped carry the re-emergence to a wider audience (like those aforementioned three), I’m ready to look past it to discover emerging musical movements to take the next wave of musicians and critics by storm. The Cave Singers have nailed down an enchanting balance of reflective folk and vigorous indie rock, and I can’t let the summer of 2009 fade slowly into fall and await all those forthcoming autumnal releases without giving them accolades they deserve.
Everyday Visuals Ride the Pop/Indie Divide
Christopher Pappas, main songwriter for Boston-based, New Hampshire-bred indie band the Everyday Visuals, is well-aware of just how the indie/mainstream continuum works. In fact, Pappas blogged about this matter in a little entry entitled, “Pop is fucking (aka. Everything to all people? / aka. Coldplay is just as bad as Wavves” posted to his band’s website.
Elsewhere on the band’s pages, Pappas provided a helpful Venn diagram to illustrate exactly where the Visuals merge between pop and indie. Figuring out where their audience is poses a practical dilemma for the Northeastern band, whose recent self-titled and self-produced third album will likely appeal to Fleet Foxes fans for its downbeat, harmony-rich vocal sound while possibly alienating said fans by also veering into poppier, Vampire Weekend (or even Split Enz) territory. This dichotomy clearly weighs heavily on the bearded singer’s mind.
“The indie world,” Pappas explains, “is completely insular and self-satisfying, and the pop world is just as lame and just as self-satisfying. When I was growing up and first listening to music, Nirvana, Sonic Youth, and the Breeders all had this really underground indie-rock aesthetic that critics loved, and yet they were all on MTV, too… and Nirvana was selling out stadiums! Nowadays, there seems to be such a schism between the pop world and the indie world. So the main point I was trying to get at [in the blog] was that often I feel like the Everyday Visuals fall in between the poppy, catchy world and the indie world.”
Drug Rug
Drug Rug
Paint the Fence Invisible
(Black & Greene, 2009)
As we prepare to celebrate the 40th anniversary of Woodstock, it’s interesting to note how our musical past, as it’s wont to do, has risen up to remind us where we’ve come from and where we’ve been. For a few years now, a considerable number of independently releasing rock bands have been revisiting the folk flavors of the 1960s. Obviously, the whimsical sounds of psych-folk never really died—plenty of artists from Kelley Stoltz to Papercuts have been experimenting with that fuzzy neo-folk sound since well before the Fleet Foxes blew our collective mind with their stunning, CSNY-invoking harmonies. But I feel confident in saying it’s become a more rampant influence over the past two years. From the Beach Boys aesthetic entrenched in Panda Bear’s experimental opuses to the shiny ’60s pop of Telekinesis to the roots of country-folk found in bands like the Donkeys, the flower-power aesthetic has come back in a big way. And as is the fate of every trend that makes an impact on us, this resonance will likely lose its ubiquity as another musical age from way back follows on its heels. While I feel that we’re on the tail end of this ’60s entrenchment in indie music, there are still notable albums being released under that throwback umbrella.
Drug Rug is such a band, having risen during the heights of this explosive trend, releasing a solid EP earlier this year, Kitchen Tapes, and the full-length Paint the Fence Invisible just this past July. While the releases are quite different—the EP is more moody and psychedelic—both are ingrained in the folk-pop idealism that came to define the sound of the ’60s. On Paint the Fence Invisible, after being summoned into a sequence of tracks via the first song, the album appropriately moves into the quirky, nearly ambient “Follow.” And with that, the pace picks up, trotting into “Haunting You” with sweet girl/boy melodies and lyrics like, “Move across the land / Flee as fast as you can,” suggesting a want of certain freedoms and liberties so indicative of that bygone decade. This rolls right into what could actually be considered part two of the previous song, the similar-sounding “Never Tell”, which is also rife with lyrics that urge listeners to hold strong to an individualizing mindset: “Remember you were younger / When you left the light on to sleep by / Put down your broken mirror / The sun is light enough to see by.” From there, the band crafts a fanciful mood with the warm layers of “Don’t Be Frightened By the Devil”, the weary “Coffee in the Morning”, and the whimsical twee pop of “Sooner the Better.” One of the album’s strong points, besides its breezy melodies and plentiful hooks, is its consistency—Drug Rug has chosen a thematic and sonic vein and executed it throughout the record’s entire length.
Bowerbirds
Bowerbirds
Upper Air
(Dead Oceans, 2009)
Bias alert: I’m not sure what makes these types of bands tick. Sure, who doesn’t want their songs to be pretty? But why so slow? Folk ain’t mood music—too tuneful—and what sounds are there to sculpt into soundscapes? Can a band like Fleet Foxes, who hit it big last year with the relatively upbeat “White Winter Hymnal”, really be having more fun getting that over with in two minutes to get back to the slow stuff? Is it the technique, the jam? The drugs?
Phil Moore and Beth Tacular play Midwestern plains music, full of wind and mountain with Romanian and Appalachian-style exotica creeping in. In other words, it’s folk unsuitable for moony, heartsick teens or the Nuyorican Cafe. Like Fleet Foxes, the ornithological-minded Bowerbirds’ two albums thus far rally around a singular stroke of impeccable songwriting. On 2007’s autumnal, enigmatic Hymns for a Dark Horse, that was the strangely sexy “In Our Talons”, which stretched for miles with a wanting accordion figure, birdlike dee-dee-dee sounds, and lyrics to match a rueful acoustic guitar. On Upper Air, the centerpiece is “Beneath Your Tree”, with chord changes for stems and relatively intense harmonies for leaves. To their credit, there are actually two this time; the other a pretty country tumble called “Northern Lights”, which they “don’t expect a Southern girl to know.” Having augmented their configuration with a drummer who shakes more like a tambourine, the tune is a welcome update of a ramshackle ballad like, say, the Black Crowes’ “She Talks to Angels.”



Video: Fleet Foxes, “Mykonos”
performed February 28, 2008 at Bottom of the Hill, San Francisco, CA
published: October 8, 2009 in column: Video
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