Monday, February 26, 2007

NSFW: LET IT BE... NAKED!


There's been a lot of weird hype over the past few weeks. Fair enough that weird, erratic publicity is the most exciting publicity, but after listening to what amounts to straight ELO for the past month it would seem that other bands are trying to get my attention. Who knows if this is something that perpetuates itself when everyone is already paying attention anyway, but this this and this could easily be people playing a desperate media eager to stroke pop culture's ego, as this weekend's SNL aptly pointed out but excessively joked on CNN's Anna Nicole Smith infatuation. I think I'm okay with bands being bands. My math teacher got angry at my class for "giving that skank [Britney Spears] all of her millions" but he's probably just angry that she had perfectly good hair and didn't appreciate it. Kevin Barnes may be the impetus for world peace, Arcade Fire can be about great rock music and Britney Spears has every right to stop making millions of dollars and being pretty so that she can drug, flash, rehab and look like fantastic max. I'm only going to listen to Xanadu a few more times.

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Saturday, February 24, 2007

Then Let the Motherfucker Burn



Just a prediction: If and when Arcade Fire plays "Intervention" tonight on SNL, it'll be one of those moments. I have this sequence already playing out in my head: time stops on the heels of Win's "Lift me up and take me out of HERE," the band finishes the song in some whirling blaze of glory, they walk off the stage like "what you know about that?" then a commercial and then a Kenan Thompson skit where people start laughing immediately but not for the reasons Kenan Thompson thinks.

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Mr. Me Too

Menomena on a Blog



Menomena's new album is not at all good— though nearly anyone with a heartbeat and a keyboard would have you believe otherwise— but it's not as bad as it is painfully mediocre. Though they've been around for a few years or so, they're pretty much a completely synthetic indie band: ironic promo shots, ironic song titles, music with weird time changes, the whole nine. I'm not sure why people haven't brought up that Friend and Foe was done fifteen times better about a year ago when Man Man released Six Demon Bag or when the Fiery Furnaces released every album they've ever made. If those two bands ever got together they'd have made Friend and Foe in their sleep on a bad day. I mean everytime I listen to this stuff it sounds more and more to me like a joke played on the internet, like, let's take elements from every popular indie band, put them together, and crash Stereogum's server— and it worked. It's almost like playing pick the sample with Night Ripper: tortured Honus Honus wails here, Love is All sax pumps there, airy Grizzly Bear melodies everywhere. Shame is, they can write reasonably well ("The Pelican"), but they're so tied up in art for art's sake that it becomes tiresome to pick out the good parts and lines and metaphors, etc. When these guys play the Bowery, will New York City explode?


There's a new Chromeo track at Discobelle, and it's predictably very good. They're all on Junior Senior's steez again— though I guess I'm not sure who came first— but there's this great moment everytime post-chorus where these drums that sound taken directly from "In the Air Tonight" scatter around the back of your head and it sounds like there's literally people in the back of your head beating drums around. For how overtly disco this is, it's pretty great headphones music.
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