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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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Music Books of the Last Six Months: Summer Edition

Well, it’s that time of year again where we all collectively attempt to slow down the pace of our roundabout lives, and for good reason. Shit, we all need to partake in some summertime activity, like some going to the beach or pool, or some eating of some hot dogs and drinking of some beers at a baseball game, or, you know, in some being especially lazy. Let the summer breeze blow through the jasmine of your mind, as it were. Record releases come to a proverbial halt, so we’re following their lead, however inanimate they are. What we’re trying to say is that we aren’t publishing for the next week, due to a twice-a-year necessity to hit the reset button and come back refreshed and ready for more rollickin’ rock journalism. The good news is that we’re keeping up the tradition of our bi-annual book review! This summertime edition features music-related books that have come out in the last six months. You should pick up a few and add them to your summer reading list, and really, really focus on taking things down a notch. Enjoy!
Family
Photographs and text by Lauren Dukoff
(Chronicle Books)
Questions and Answers with Lee Ranaldo
As any Smoke-Filled Room regular can tell you, we spend a lot of time in this space talking about what it means to be politically active and socially engaged. Some of the musicians who stop by to chat with us are activists in word, some in deed, and perhaps a few in both. Sonic Youth, though, is one of those rare bands that have demonstrated their politics largely via their creative process and career choices—creating an unusually democratic songwriting process, maintaining a DIY ethic while recording for a major label, and nurturing a burgeoning alternative rock movement that followed in their wake. While Sonic Youth members Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore are perhaps the most visible of the bunch, especially when it comes to politics (Gordon was, most recently, a much-celebrated and high-profile member of “Obama Youth”), guitarist Lee Ranaldo still manages to make his influence felt with his guitar playing and songwriting—particularly on the band’s just-released record The Eternal. We caught up with Ranaldo, the man Rolling Stone calls the “33rd Greatest Guitarist of All Time,” to chat about how it feels to come home to an independent label, Gordon’s headline-making Radiohead dig, and elevating subtlety over sloganeering.
Crawdaddy!: Congratulations on the new record! Let’s talk a bit about the songwriting process and then transition into some more political talk. To an outsider, and perhaps some fans, Sonic Youth is somewhat unusual in that you all seem to be influential in the creative process. Is that a fair assessment?
Burial: Untrue
Burial
Untrue
(Hyperdub, 2007)
I blame LCD Soundsystem, frankly. I was mad at James Murphy’s effortless ascent to the top scrap of the techno heap for the first half of the decade. So what if this aging hipster could program his 808? He couldn’t bring it to life. Then he did, with Sound of Silver, which has five good songs in a row: A funny, rave-wise David Byrne impression, a typical DFA cowbell jam, a typical Murphy sarcastic rant with an actual hook, a sappy earbud ballad, and one classic, “All My Friends”—seven minutes of Steve Reich-like bliss that could’ve been groomed into a Killers hit. Then Murphy gave up the deep cuts and set his studio on auto-masterpiece before sitting back in for the mediocre “New York, I Love You But You’re Bringing Me Down”, a wan piano ballad out of his métier which helped sour techno for me in 2007. But then everyone started exclaiming, “Burial! He’s done it again.” I didn’t look up until the word “Maxinquaye” was being thrown around. Suddenly, I needed to know everything about dubstep—who was this guy that dare challenge the champion on my desert island of trip-hop?
Sure enough, I threw on Untrue and was underwhelmed. I loved the title and the great drum sounds, but what else was there? Any anonymous studio tech could fashion such a pristine clockwork tick from his rhythm makers, but like the case of Mr. Murphy, I didn’t hear them sing. And after a month of pressure, on-off tries, and contrarian dares, I left Untrue—which I ultimately found repetitive and underdeveloped—off my year-end list and filed it.
Vinyl Reckoning III: iBlood vs. Conflict Needles
Conscientious consumers have a lot on their plates these days, and being a music lover doesn’t make it any easier. With the viability of our beloved vinyl format back on the rise here in the age of unintended consequences, we’re faced with some pretty heavy choices. Environmentally, PVC (polyvinyl chloride, aka “vinyl”) is a friggin’ disaster, worse than the abundant waste of compact discs, and worse than the e-waste related to mp3s (although there’s nothing wrong with buying vinyl used—in fact, it’s practically a good deed, keeping the poison-loaded plastic away from incinerators and landfills). Be that as it may, there are still other factors to consider before throwing one’s weight behind a single set of products, as there are more than inanimate vats of chemicals, gaping landfills, and caustic smokestacks buttressing the equation, after all. There are people, folks, ladies and gentlemen, chicks and dudes, at both the start and the finish of these products; people putting these things together, taking them apart, mining for the raw materials and then melting down trash to reclaim the valuable bits when we’re done. There are also the people making a buck at every stage of the game, but who, how, and what they do with the buck once they’ve got it—these are the questions of the hour.
The only clear part of the answer is that barely a fraction of a cent of that buck winds up in the calloused hands doing the toughest, dirtiest, most dangerous and repetitive work, often against their will. We essentially take for granted that no human part of an electronics assembly line will ever be paid or treated well at all, but as long as we’re weighing our options in terms beyond fidelity, convenience, or even the carbon footprint, it’s worth asking: Of the available music formats, which one screws its workers the worst? How do our choices in the music marketplace affect the people behind the products?
By market share alone, Apple is a safe example of industry norms within the mp3 music arena. They’re not the only makers of mp3 players, nor are they by any means the most transparent, and yet despite their veil of secrecy and opaque, generic statements to the press, Apple has been dogged by the specter of sweatshops since light was first cast into its manufacturing darkness by British periodical The Mail on Sunday in June 2006. The article revealed that one of Apple’s key suppliers of dirt-cheap overseas labor, a Taiwanese contract manufacturer called Hon Hai Precision Industry Co., alternately known as Foxconn Electronics, Inc., crams its workers into sub-par, strictly guarded, single-sex dormitories where visitors are prohibited. “They sleep 100 to a room, toil for 15 hours a day, and are paid just £27 [roughly $50] month” in the Shenzhen, China factory, the article alleged. It quoted workers describing how the company required excessive and underpaid overtime and occasional rooftop sessions of harsh “professional education,” involving physically and psychologically oppressive military-style drills of standing completely still in scorching hot weather for up to three hours at a time, under threat of punishment. In response to these allegations and the media pressure that followed, Apple performed its own audit of Foxconn and issued its own report on August 17, 2006, which did acknowledge some code-of-conduct violations, but disputed some of the article’s claims. Apple’s report was not independently verified, however, and did little to satisfy critics. Immediately after that report was published, Janek Kuczkiewicz, director of human and trade union rights at the International Confederation of Free Trade Unions (ICFTU), told the BBC, “We have serious reservations about the report,” and pointed out that Apple interviewed just 100 people out of the estimated 30,000 workers there working on iPods, and that the conditions under which the interviews were held also remained unclear.
Unwound: Leaves Turn Inside You
Unwound
Leaves Turn Inside You
(Kill Rock Stars, 2001)
I loved the title. Given, I’m biased because my favorite record is Sonic Youth’s A Thousand Leaves and Unwound was milking my sweet spot here by invoking an even more psychedelic autumnal image. Nevertheless, I listened to Leaves Turn Inside You because I liked the title, and the art didn’t hurt either: A stark midnight backdrop with the band name rendered ominously in Middle English-style text à la Beowulf. I took the compliment personally when someone I know called it “fucking metal.” While Sonic Youth’s masterful spelunking expedition had the politeness to finish up over the course of one 80-minute disc, Unwound’s holy tome messily splays across two because it’s fucking metal.
Unwound aren’t metal at all, actually. A post-hardcore noise unit from Olympia who struggled for years alongside, oh, Polvo, and countless other faceless (don’t wince, I didn’t see you picking Sara Lund out at 88 Boadrum last year) groups who struggled to put noises and tunes together in new ways without leaving their world. And granted, it’s hard to distinguish the earlier Repetition and The Future of What from Polvo or make out much of anything from the disconsolate if occasionally interesting dissonances. But on these 1999-2000 recordings released the following year as their swan song, the perennially discordant trio finally succeeded in keeping their sludgier tendencies at bay. The particle beam of feedback—which passkeys a whole two minutes of Leaves opener “We Invent You”—is an audacious start in many ways, not least for its Icelandic clarity. At the pace of a floe, with thundering guillotine drums and elegiac, off-in-the-distance vocals, the tune sets all kinds of bars too high for future standards of art rock, stoner rock, and prog; if there was any justice, some Strat-wielding jughead is transmogrifying it into the next Sunn O))) as we speak.
Pondering the Dearth of Conservative Rockers
I’ll admit to being a bit old-fashioned. For one thing, I continue to buy my music on vinyl and shiny silver discs. But since Crawdaddy! has been an online publication for a couple of years now, it’s probably time I started embracing the world wide web a bit more fully, which means a more interactive type of commentary here in the Smoke-Filled Room. You know, Web 2.0 and all that. So, for this week’s column, I headed straight for the user comments section of last month’s installment. As it turns out, relatively few of what I’m sure is my large and loyal fanbase decided to leave an online comment. Still, one reader did take the time to share their perspective. I got called some names (“spineless guppie” was a particularly good example and, incidentally, would also make a decent band name) and you, the readers, also took some shots (you, friends, are apparently “whiny, elitist, knee-jerk, bleeding-heart, uber-liberal members of the Democrat Party”). But, more importantly, last month’s commenter raises a decent point. Namely, do we in the rock ‘n’ roll media treat conservatives unfairly?
Part of the trouble with tackling such a question, of course, is the seeming dearth of conservative rock ‘n’ rollers, at least among the ranks of outspoken musicians. As I mentioned last month, there are a few notables, including Ted Nugent, a recent interview subject in the Smoke-Filled Room. But, for the most part, rock ‘n’ roll does seem to be populated mostly by liberals. I got to wondering about the root causes of this phenomena and sent a quick email (see, there I go embracing technology again) to some Smoke-Filled Room friends and alums asking for their take on the seeming absence of outspoken musicians hailing from the right wing. (Consistent with this month’s user comment theme, this also seems like a good time to encourage you all to chime in below.)
Tommy Womack, an old and loyal friend of the Smoke-Filled Room and an unabashedly liberal rock ‘n’ roller, chimed in succinctly, observing, “Ted Nugent is more than enough for the whole genre”—a comment that, while quite possibly true, doesn’t really get us any closer to answering our question. But quips about the Nuge aside, are a handful of conservatives—including some who, frankly, have become caricatures—really enough? Perhaps. After all, the aims of rock are many but they can’t be said to include a politically balanced artistic discourse. So, our question seems to have morphed a bit: It’s not really why we don’t have many right-wing rockers around but, rather, should we even care? Enter Will Kimbrough.
Matt and Kim
Matt and Kim
Grand
(Fader, 2009)
Grand. Odd name for a 29-minute album made in and by the tenants of a Brooklyn apartment so tiny that, as eponymous co-ed Matt Johnson demonstrated in an article for the Village Voice, when he stretches, he can touch both ends of the living room wall. The one-bedroom probably costs less than a grand. Grand? In this economy? What jerks. Nevertheless, their place is on Grand Street, which houses far more people and probably more bands than this duo, just as indie rock houses far more ambitious groups with more to say and bigger goals. Content in their miniscule mouse hole for whatever cheese may drop in, with their eensy fanbase, eensy instrumental setup (Matt: Keyboard; Kim Schifino: Drums) and eensier tunes, Grand is the duo’s cheeky acknowledgment that the world is bigger than they are and that’s okay.
Miniaturists in American music tend to work best with a story to tell or a riff to clean out of the memory bank. With its Playskool chord progressions and clunky rhythm rush, 2006’s Matt and Kim had nothing to say because it hadn’t yet learned its own language, defined by the hyper-annoying “Yea Yeah” and its rendered-tuneless title. With the whole syrupy mess coated in cute adepts of the lovey-dovey would decry how-dare-they. But even Johnson admits they were “learning how to play their instruments.”
Grand is supposed to be where they get it together, right? After all, it’s been almost three years. And they do… kinda. New arrangements split the pretty from the banal, with keyboard variations (piano, simulated strings, organ, more sawtooth synth) and percussion sounds (the hooky “Good Ol’ Fashion Nightmare” has a boom-boom-clap to make J-Kwon’s “Tipsy” jealous). But while Grand is less irritating than its predecessor, it’s still not enough to make this band compelling.
Johnson is an awkward, yelpy singer—not uncommon in indie, or unappreciated—except pretty useless without the fussily etched-in hooks of Hot Hot Heat’s Steve Bays or the wild inflammation of Okkervil River’s Will Sheff. He sounds more like a tone-impaired castoff from a celebrated late ’90s emo band, like Braid or the Promise Ring, who ended up stuck between Mates of State and the instruction manual to his Yamaha.
Mates of State is indeed the first thing you might think of, but their fanned-out orchestrations and snaky structures, not to mention bungee-cord harmony turns, are miles in advance of Matt and Kim’s youthful bluster. The problem is something’s wrong in the affect. “Hey New York / She’s a wolf-like shadow” and “Spare Change” are respectively, a lyric and a title that respectfully decline to grab the weight they require to even float simple pop tunes. Ask Los Campesinos!, to whom this stuff comes easier. The “Daylight Outro Remix”, “I Wanna”, “Good Ol’ Fashion Nightmare”, and Panda Bear-on-fast-forward “I’ll Take Us Home” all come close to delivering. If Matt and Kim could only look past their own street, maybe they’d be capable of producing an actual feeling. And if we’re really lucky, maybe they won’t even cover it with cute.
Listen: Various Tracks [at myspace.com]
Tags: Matt and Kim, Grand, Fader Records
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Your Handy Guide to the Month in Music
Happy New Year, Crawdaddy! readers!!! Oh, er… sorry about that. They only let me contribute to Crawdaddy! at the end of the month, so I’m a bit late. Hooray for 2009, though, right? Shit is awesome so far. New president, Animal Collective, the Boss, American Idol, hilarious old hippies, etc. May the rest of it be even a fraction as fruitful.
This Month’s Most Notable News Stories
The Grateful Dead, Back from the… never mind.
Sometimes I’m not sure what actually constitutes news around here, and my gut reaction is generally that recent developments in the Grateful Dead camp do not. But then I get to thinking about all the nice old people who wander over here after trying to buy, like, Janis Joplin posters from Wolfgang’s Vault, and I think that maybe I should throw them a bone every now and then. So… hey! Look! The Grateful Dead are touring again! After playing a handful of Barack Obama benefit shows in recent months, the surviving members of the band decided they’d hit the road for the first time in five years. From April 12th to May 10th, they’ll be traveling around the country in a tiny, tie-dyed Volkswagen van, accompanied by Ken Kesey, Hunter S. Thompson, and maybe Johnny Depp. Along the way, they’ll be playing shows in various cities to audiences comprised of stoned, white-hat-wearing high school lacrosse teams, stoned, white-hat-wearing frat boys, stoned, former-hippie business men, and stoned actual hippies, should any of those still, against all odds, actually exist. Enjoy! Or don’t!

Matthew Sweet first dipped his toe into the mainstream in 1991 with Girlfriend, a rambunctious pre-grunge, power pop landmark that ushered in a wave of Crazy Horse and Big Star-worshipping bands like the Posies and Teenage Fanclub. Ever since then, the transplanted Nebraskan songwriter has been critically praised as a kind of slacker Brian Wilson whose emotionally damaged yet highly melodic works, steeped in ’60s and ’70s influences, has garnered him a cult reputation as an atavistic avatar of an earlier time, when recording artists holed up in tiny studios to make big tuneful rock records with their bare hands.
Rock Art Rock: Issue 3.20d
Matt and Kim
Pier 54, New York, NY
July 9, 2009
By Ken Bachor
Matt and Kim’s Pier 54 show was one of my favorite shows from this past summer. Always smiling, they certainly know how to send a crowd’s response level through the roof. I could swear that the pier was shaking. Besides the other photographers in the photo pit, there were about 10 security guards holding up the metal barricade that was between the pit and audience. Constantly pushing and moshing, the crowd of college-aged fans grew more exited as the night went on. Oh yea, and Matt and Kim never broke their smiles. Not once!
Check out Ken Bachor at his photography site
published: September 22, 2009 in column: Rock Art Rock
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