Thursday, June 30, 2011

Tally Hall- Good & Evil (***½)

Timing is everything.

In Tally Hall’s case, timing meant delays. The multicolored tie-clad five-piece dropped the carnival pop bombshell Marvin’s Marvelous Mechanical Museum in 2005, remixed/recorded it for Atlantic records in 2008, and toured endlessly through the end of the decade. As such, they had to work sporadically on their follow up, Good & Evil, a record that arrives a full six years after their cult-like break out.

Talk about timing, that’s more like bad luck for their eager fans.

But despite the delays, Tally Hall have crafted bold follow-up with Good & Evil, a record that presents the band’s growth as well as their detailed song craft. Though more subdued (and less eclectic) than their debut, Good & Evil operates as a consistent pop record, one with clearly a defined mood that exhibits acoustic folk, shimmering keyboards, and sincere lyrics.

Things start out big: “Never Meant To Know” builds from acoustic strums to flittering synthesizers and shuffled drums, courtesy of Andrew Horowitz (Green Tie) and Ross Federman (Grey Tie). The accompaniment wraps around Rob Cantor’s (Yellow Tie) soft register as he delivers quaint couplets like, “Everything will fall away/To order from the disarray…” Though Tally Hall has always prided itself in its massive four-part harmonies, their musicianship has never felt so spacious and open, something that permeates throughout Good & Evil.

Yet after such a grand opener, one thing is drastically clear: The boys who once screamed about loving Potato Monkeys are mining a far different ideological nerve these days.

Much of Good & Evil is centered on the duality of extremes, the sources of conflict in our world, and what we’re willing to do for love. The Joe Hawley (Red Tie) penned “&” takes this to a literal sense over fuzzy bass work from Zubin Sedghi (Blue Tie) and shambling percussion, singing, “Stop & Go &/Hot & Cold &/John & Yoko/Dark & Light…” Elsewhere, the folky stomp and lilting keyboards of “The Trap” examines the elements that obscure our personal boundaries, “Whispered leaves on swaying trees and/Mysteries define/Summer nights of endless light/Remind us of the line that's/Yours & Mine…”

While this newfound lyrical cohesion really gives a voice to Good & Evil (and to the group’s overall songwriting), it does so by sacrificing Tally Hall’s famously whimsical sense of humor. Though producer Tony Hoffer helps glean warm clarity from the group’s instruments, he also doesn’t encourage them to push the zany heights they exhibited on Marvin’s. The music here comes across as expertly performed, but without the explosive rush and genre twisting that punctuated the group’s previous effort. A few more pinball machine freak-outs (“Turn The Lights Off”) and less by-the-numbers bubblegum pop (“Sacred Beast”) would have done wonders for the LP’s overall energy and momentum. Sadly, Good & Evil feels too comfortable (or at the very least, overworked) from a group that always seemed sonically elastic.

Yet when the album hits, it hits hard, and it’s on the more ornate tracks that the band’s magic really shines through. “Hymn For A Scarecrow” revels in a sleepy summer sway, complete with sweeping strings, syrupy psychedelic guitar, and sky-high whistles. Elsewhere, the album’s multi-movement closer “Fate Of The Stars” nicks the melody from Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata,” dressing it up with glitchy electronics, orbital harmonies, and Horowitz’s crystal clear ivories. Though multi-segmented songs are nothing new to Tally Hall, “Fate Of The Stars” reaches dizzying heights that some of their earlier work only hinted at, an impressive feat of growth for a second album.

Still, while Good & Evil is an easy record to appreciate, it’s a hard one to love.

Tally Hall’s experimentation leads them to some wonderful new sonic avenues, but Good & Evil seems labored. The group’s ability to dazzle listeners with simple transitions between big genre shifts has been eschewed for a more anchored sound. That ultimately takes a lot of energy out of the album, and out of the band’s performance.

Actually, Tally Hall’s old effervescence crops up only once on Good & Evil, on the expertly crafted “Misery Fell,” which features a thumping bass line, dipping and diving melodies, and some George Harrison-style lead guitar to boot. It’s the one time that the band feels unencumbered by expectations, even if they’re lamenting about heady concepts like faith vs. reason. When Cantor and Sedghi’s earnest voices break through the group’s quirky groove to deliver lines like, “The bad guys surrender their chemistry books at the fair/Oh well/Then frolic and take in the love that persists everywhere…” it works because there’s a looseness to it, a moment that feels earned rather than planned.

From its gestation period to its running time, Tally Hall’s second record was shaped by the idea of WHEN: When it peaks, and when it ends. It dictates the record’s energy, its construction, and how fans will ultimately react to it. In the end, timing defines Good & Evil more than anything else, which can be good or bad depending on when you started listening to Tally Hall.

The bigger question, however, is WHEN you’ll give this album a try.

Key Cuts: Never Meant To Know, Hymn For A Scarecrow, Misery Fell

Sounds Like: Abbey Road (The Beatles), The Broken String (Bishop Allen), A Night At The Opera (Queen)


Click on the artwork to sample Good & Evil for yourself!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Best Of 2011 (Thus Far)

Hard to believe we're just past the midpoint of 2011!

It seems like only yesterday we were putting out Best-Of-The-Year Lists for 2010. Since then, we've had a steady stream of new tunes to keep us occupied and it's been a great ride thus far. Considering how much fun it's been, my fellow music blogger friends Matt (A Rush Of Blog To The Head) and Liz (Dance To The Radio) and I have been looking back at our favorite musical offerings from the past few months. What follows are our attempts to encapsulate the first half of this great musical year with 3 individual mixtapes. Hopefully, you'll all have fun listening to these as we did making them. Enjoy!

Liz's Mix
These Days- Foo Fighters
Shook Down- Yuck
Calamity Song- The Decemberists
Love Is- Meg & Dia
Walking Far From Home- Iron & Wine
It's Not A Bad Little War- Bayside
Calgary- Bon Iver
Came Out Swinging- The Wonder Years
Freak Out- Tapes N Tapes
Little Cup- Thao & Mirah
Meantime- Givers
Life Is Killing Me- Fireworks
Grown Oceans- Fleet Foxes
Cradle- The Joy Formidable
Sadness Is A Blessing- Lykke Li
Weekend- Smith Westerns
Everything With You- The Pains of Being Pure at Heart



Matt's Mix
Bridge Burning- Foo Fighters
Darling Buds Of May- Brother
Get It Daddy- Sleeper Agent
I Need A Doctor- Dr. Dre (Feat. Eminem & Skylar Grey)
Rolling In The Deep (Adele Cover)- John Legend)
Second Chance- Peter, Bjorn, & John
We Are The Dead- Does It Offend You, Yeah?
El Paso- Taking Back Sunday
Fireball- Royal Bangs
Freaks & Geeks- Childish Gambino
Words I Never Said- Lupe Fiasco (Feat. Skylar Grey)
Bread & Butter- Hugo
Who’s The Boss?- Farewell Continental
With You Around- Yellowcard
April Fool- Manchester Orchestra
2024- Cage The Elephant
Machine Gun Blues- Social Distortion
Shot In The Dark- Augustana
Houdini- Foster The People
Monday Morning- Death Cab For Cutie
The Wrong Way- Bayside
Sarah Smiles- Panic! At The Disco



Mike's Mix
Belong- The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart
Mighty- Manchester Orchestra
Shell Games- Bright Eyes
I Don’t Want Love- The Antlers
Best Places To Be A Mom- Taking Back Sunday
On Stirring Seas Of Salted Blood- The Black Dahlia Murder
Heavy Metal Lover- Lady GaGa
Long Burn The Fire-The Beastie Boys
Mexican Grand Prix- Mogwai
En t’attendant- Mélanie Laurent
Lotus Flower- Radiohead
Perth- Bon Iver
Don’t Carry It All- The Decemberists
Six Cold Feet In The Ground- Hugh Laurie
White Limo- Foo Fighters
Two Against One- Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi
We Found Each Other In The Dark- City & Colour
Limit To Your Love- James Blake
Codes & Keys- Death Cab For Cutie
Misery Fell- Tall Hall
Walking Far From Home- Iron & Wine
Will Do- TV On The Radio
Turnpike Divides- Thursday

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Looking Back At June

Here are some records I've been mulling over this past month. Some have been out for a while but I felt like they needed a few more listens for me to digest them fully.

City & Colour- Little Hell (***½)
It was only a matter of time before Dallas Green pushed City & Colour’s somber sound past its acoustic leanings and into something new. Little Hell chronicles that process, an 11 song LP that effectively splits the difference between Green’s familiar, stripped down aesthetic and his new love of electric haze. Though Green's familiar fragile vocals are intact, like on the album’s slow-motion opener “We Found Each Other In The Dark,” they're now supplemented with swooning slide guitars and fuller drum kits. “Hope For Now” sports waves of swelling keys and crawling overdrive while “Natural Disaster’s” wistful Americana touches display an artist that’s growing gracefully rather than impatiently. In fact, such flourishes display a musician that exercises and values restraint above all else. The meatier tones Green implements on Little Hell serve to add texture rather than dissonance, but ultimately, the album’s more rewarding songs are the more basic, subdued offerings. From the naked acoustic fumble of “Northern Wind” it’s clear that Green is at his most inviting when unplugged. While Little Hell offers up some interesting sonic detours, it’s clear which road leads Dallas Green home again: The organic one.

Key Cuts: We Found Each Other In The Dark, Northern Wind, Hope For Now


In Flames- Sounds Of A Playground Fading (****)
By now it’s clear that In Flames are no longer catering to the metal fans anxious for a return to the group’s so-called “classic” sound. Thank goodness. Sounds Of A Playground Fading fearlessly takes the group’s unique brand of melodic death metal into more anthemic and experimental territory. The album’s most striking quality is its sense of balance as guitarist Björn Gelotte and singer Anders Fridén twist the group’s melodic sensibilities around guttural crunch and spacious production. For every relentless, dual guitar fire-fight like “Deliver Us” or “All Of This,” there is an equally engaging mood piece, like the blues inflected “The Attic” or the pseudo-industrial “Jester’s Door.” While this means more of Fridén’s clean vocals than his harrowing rasp, it also allows for greater sonic diversity. The album’s title track starts with shimmering acoustic tension before bursting into angular thrash, while the fuzzed out staccato of “Where The Dead Ships Dwell” is complimented by buzzing synthesizers and soaring vocals. Much like Metallica’s Load, Sounds Of A Playground Fading concerns itself with atmosphere and weight rather than by-the-numbers aggression. What results is an album that might not be immediately easy to categorize, but ultimately comes across as a more rewarding listen.

Key Cuts: Sounds Of A Playground Fading, Where The Dead Ships Dwell, The Attic


Thurston Moore-Demolished Thoughts (***½)
Sonic Youth’s music has always suffered because the band couldn’t decide if they wanted to be underground overlords or stadium art rock heroes. That tension always forced them to compromise dynamics, which in turn caused their songs to meander. Going solo, Thurston Moore is able to escape those pitfalls with the agency and luxury to craft music without such compromises. In fact, Demolished Thoughts comes across as the freshest set of songs Moore’s ever had a hand in creating. Its beauty lies in its simplicity: Demolished Thoughts hangs its hat on spindling acoustic melodies, soft keyboard accents, and sparse bass work, all with just enough reverb to take the place of percussion. It’s a soothing record, and songs like the chamber pop buoyancy of “Benediction” display Moore’s gift for creating sonic intimacy without playing to schmaltzy clichés. Far from a lo-fi recording, producer Beck Hansen adds small studio embellishments throughout Moore’s gentle musical odyssey, whether it’s in adding sloping strings to the pillowy pluck of “Illuminine” or creeping bass to the twitchy twang of “Blood Never Lies.” Yet throughout, Moore and Beck keep things dry and airy. The aesthetic does wonders for record’s overall mood, especially on songs like the wobbly “Space.” Yet in the end, what really makes Demolished Thoughts special is Moore’s voice, which for once, feels free and unencumbered by his surroundings.

Key Cuts: Benediction, Illuminine, Space


The Vines- Future Primitive (***)
To their credit, The Vines are still making sleazy, fist pumping rock & roll, in spite of fickle music critics and Craig Nicholls’ battle with Asperger’s Syndrome. What’s even more remarkable is how they’ve stuck to their guns to do it, well after they’ve lost the bid for the garage rock crown. Future Primitive doesn’t reinvent The Vines’ sonic template (Blend equal parts Nirvana and Kinks worship on HIGH), but it is comforting in the fact that fans know what to expect, and if anything, The Vines are at their best operating in such extremes. The album’s lead single “Gimme Love” provides the snarl with rusty, rubber band guitar work and Nicholls’ nasally bravado while the syrupy harmonies and acoustic strum of “Leave Me In The Dark” offers the sentimentality. So it goes for 13 tracks, alternating between the only two gears The Vines have at their disposal. Without a doubt, Future Primitive caters to the group’s hardcore fan base, one who’s more impressed by their sound than their substance (How many times can you rhyme “Crazy” with “Baby?”); nevertheless, they’ve managed to hide a few surprises to differentiate it from past offerings. The proto-thrash plod of “Black Dragon” is accentuated by dive bomb guitar leads and pulverizing drumming, all to remind listeners that sometimes fun music is just about the attitude. Good thing The Vines have that in spades.

Key Cuts: Gimme Love, Leave Me In The Dark, Black Dragon

Friday, June 10, 2011

Death Cab For Cutie- Codes & Keys (****½)

Bands with a great deal of longevity always possess a distinct voice.


It’s the reason they last so long; you don’t confuse Bon Jovi with Def Leppard, The B-52s with The Cars. Something stands out with those artists, through their sonic aesthetic and lyrical perspective. The feelings they conjure stick with you, and often, they’re the ones that can make experiments seem natural. Groups that present a fully realized sound are the ones that stick with you through the one hit-wonders and the yearly critical darlings, simply because their distinct voice always allows for growth and evolution.

They don’t need to genre-hop, they simply funnel their essence through a different musical prism.

Death Cab For Cutie found their voice on 2003’s landmark Transatlanticism, one that balanced the frustration of youth with ornate arrangements and bouncy melodies. Since then, they’ve found a way to maintain a comfortable level of elasticity within their music without throwing out their delicate touch. If Plans was their bid at pure unabashed pop, and Narrow Stairs was a murky shadow land of grief, than Codes & Keys is a welcomed surprise, an album full of soft textures that come into focus like an old Polaroid.

Billed as “keyboard heavy” by singer/songwriter Ben Gibbard and guitarist/producer Chris Walla, Codes & Keys is deceptively less sterile than one might think. Less riff heavy than it’s predecessors, Codes & Keys is propped up by sturdy bass work, twitchy drumming, ethereal loops, and, of course, Gibbard’s stellar piano skills. The album’s title track benefits from Gibbard’s jumbling ivory crawl, set to Beatlesque strings and Jason McGerr’s booming drums. Elsewhere, Death Cab explores reverb-laden caverns with the cool Ooos of “Some Boys,” and the zippy guitar licks on “You Are A Tourist.”

There are no wildfire dirges here, just some lilting sounds to visit.

Though Codes & Keys is a more vibrant record than Narrow Stairs, it’s also not the sound of Death Cab pandering to their sizeable fan base with something slick. There’s a real soulfulness to this album, a sense of warmth that the group has only hinted at with past releases. What’s remarkable is that given Walla’s obvious studio-based experiments (The cymbal rush intro of “Home Is A Fire” comes to mind), he never pushes the band into a place where computers and sequencers takeover for human performances. That warmth, that human connection, shines through. Codes & Keys’ greatest strength is in exhibiting a strong sense of balance, whether that’s on the shimmering robotic vistas of “Unobstructed Views,” or the crunchy percussion and swelling atmospheres of “St. Peter’s Cathedral.”

Yet all this musical and production oriented restraint ultimately showcases how strong the songwriting is, which all falls on Ben Gibbard. “Stay Young, Go Dancing” is painted with swooping strings while Gibbard’s sugary tenor belts out “Cause when she sings I hear a symphony/And I'm swallowed in sound/As it echoes through me…” If Narrow Stairs was the sound of Gibbard’s world crumbling around him, then Codes & Keys simply reminds us this isn’t Kansas anymore. Instead, Gibbard approaches his lyrics with a sense of growth and perspective (“Such ambition never failing to amaze me/It's either quite a master plan/Or just chemicals that help us understand/That when our hearts stop ticking/This is the end…”). Now in his mid 30s, he's is no longer the desperate youth that bemoaned the New Year, but that’s okay.

In fact, it’s welcomed.

Whether or not you chock it up to marrying Zooey Deschanel, or his newfound sobriety, Gibbard sounds confident on Codes & Keys. His often-intimate observations are wrapped up with a punchy delivery, offering some immediate pep to second half highlights like “Monday Morning.” Over a buzzing bass line from Nick Harmer and fluid guitars from Walla, Gibbard recalls somebody he used to know, not out of anger, but with a solid sense of experience, “She may be young but she only likes old things/And modern music it ain't to her taste/She loves the natural light/Captured in black and white…”

Yet even if Gibbard’s raw emotionalism has been tempered, what's more impressive is how his personality and traveled outlook blends with the group’s overall sound.

That’s the thing: Death Cab For Cutie’s solid voice remains intact even if there are more keyboards than average, even if it’s not as “dark,” and even if Gibbard seems a bit more chipper. What’s noteworthy is that the group comes off sounding fresh, dodging the bullet of sounding tired when they possess such a recognizable identity. In a lot of ways, Codes & Keys is the perfect example of a band aging gracefully, not by becoming more abstract or pretentious, but by being themselves.

Key Cuts: Codes & Keys, You Are A Tourist, Monday Morning

Sounds Like: Field Manuel (Chris Walla), Figure 8 (Elliot Smith), In Rainbows (Radiohead)

Click on the artwork to sample Codes & Keys for yourself!

Author’s Note: I know this album’s been out for a while, but given my last brush with reviewing a Death Cab album, I wanted to give this album a proper listen without rushing out a review. Do yourself the favor and give it a whirl. It’s their most immediate song cycle in a while.

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