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Classic Album Review: Odelay by Beck

A favorite artist of mine since I was a middle school child, I’ve always found comfort in Beck’s diverse genre-bends in the 1990’s. I still greatly enjoy his work to this day, but he is far more hit-or-miss lately, with an unfortunate emphasis on the misses.

Despite how I view his music now, his seminal 1996 record “Odelay” fully shows his true potential in the “anti-???” genre of his time. Now, the actual term he was scooped up into, against his liking, would be the slacker generation and the anti-folk movement, but I put question marks in what I define him as because Beck is certainly no slacker.

Having been near-homeless despite working constantly many times in the 1980’s and early 1990’s, and because Beck himself appears to be anti-label of most kinds. He hated the slacker label and always adhered to the opposite of what would result in immediate success.

Something is nuts with this album. Either in the mind of its maker or in its concept itself. We start with the aggressive yet jingly “Devil’s Haircut” and in an instant get taken into “Hotwax,” a rap rock song using only acoustic guitars and harmonica. Later, “The New Pollution” goes into alternate reality bubblegum pop, which is backed by smooth alto sax and a demented sound of isolation.

The album on paper is all over the place but becomes cohesive in the hands of Beck and producers The Dust Brothers (one might be familiar with their work making Fight Club’s soundtrack and Beastie Boys sophomore record) through its experimentation in weirdness.

“Novacane” is a perfect example of Beck being his anti-anything self: live performances featured him in a fancy button-up suit paired with a old school harmonica, the song itself has a minute plus long outro of pure noise, and the song itself speaks of nothing whilst sounding important.

Many of Beck’s lyrics follow this ironic style, as he famously used in what remains his only true mainstream success through Loser in 1994. Songs like “Where’s It’s At” or “High Five (Rock the Catskills)” are catchy, although ear-splitting, jams thanks to dance-inducing beats, clever sampling, and high frequency tones. What on Earth could “I’ve got two turntables and a microphone” mean? Nothing. That’s why the song is awesome. The rule of cool strikes again.

Nonsense lyricism might be the basis for the record but Beck’s musical prowess in sampling and skills in the genre switch-up show he has depth. Combined with the talented Dust Brothers, Beck traverses a vast landscape of samples with his own original instrumentation in ways few artists have attempted to replicate. The very concept of rock music utilizing samples is an under explored genre in my opinion.

Diving deeper, the album’s closer “Ramshackle” (if you don’t count the hidden track of bleep bloops at the end, labeled as “Computer Rock” on streaming platforms) is its only track to contain heavy lyrics. Previous songs may be filled with ironic or post-ironic (maybe even post-post-ironic) nonsense but cracks show into who Beck is and his experiences. “Jackass,” “Sissyneck,” and “Lord Only Knows” reflect on his time going from menial job to a new, uniquely soul sucking other.

“Ramshackle” continues this theme but in more detail. A more clear picture is presented here, of people falling out of his life forever and a feeling of no guidance for what comes next. But, as the chorus picks up, unity is described. Unity that we all face the unknown. We all face the uncertain, terrifying world and keep moving forward. We will lose the world we stand on, but will push on. We might even succeed.

“Odelay” is a fantastic rock, hip-hop, folk- or really, whatever you want to call it- record. It was nominated at the 1997 Grammy awards for Album of the year and ended up winning Best Alternative Music Performance as well as Best Male Rock Vocal Performance for the single “Where It’s At.”

Favorite tracks:
1. “Ramshackle”
2. “Where It’s At”
3. “Novacane”
4. “High Five (Rock the Catskills)”

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Album Review: Dimensions by The Fantastic Plastics

The Fantastic Plastics define themselves as a Neo-New Wave band. I would have to agree. There are unmistakable elements of New Wave influences in their work, while there are also influences that seem to come from electronic music and the internet. The band incorporates elements of sci-fi dystopias, New Wave silhouettes, and out of this world costumes into their performances. Their performances and aesthetic are essential to understanding the band, as they got their start as almost entirely a live performance, spreading their art going to music festivals and opening for bands. The definition of what a live audience is though, has changed over the past few years with the advent of streaming. Not to be out-futured, the Fantastic Plastics evolved with it, and now stream a live multimedia music and art experience on Twitch. It is fascinating to see how such a surreal retro-futuristic band keeps up with the times. 

Most of their songs are accompanied by dizzying visualizers that make you feel like you’ve been sucked into a 60s pop art painting. As I listened through their latest album, “Dimensions,” I sort of wondered if I was being slowly hypnotized by these women with boxy tape recorder bodies and microphones with hair. Certainly, the neon green background did not help me feel less like I was being lured in by this fantastic (plastic) aesthetic. 

I first found and listened to this band a few weeks ago, and loved it from the first song I heard. The song in question “Are You A Consumer.” The lyrics are an upbeat list of products and procedures to buy. Although it’s a little on the nose, the fun backing track and sardonic tone create a delightful critique on consumerism.  

“Got to get the spray tan, margarine, ginger ale, finger nail, varnish/Now you need some hair spray, tanquery, chocolate bar, caviar, garnish,”

  • “Are You A Consumer” By the Fantastic Plastics

Each song is a boppy sing-along, even as the lyrics border on topics that would be fodder for a YA dystopia at your local library. The Fantastic Plastics are a fantastically fun band and I personally hope to see more from them in the future. They released “Dimensions” in 2023 after a few years of work, so there is hope yet that they may release more music in the future. It is something to keep your ear out for. 

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Album Review: Light Decline by Great Area

A mix of dreamy electropop and much headier trip-hop, “Light Decline” by Great Area (stylized as great area) is a short but powerful album. It is packed with unique sounds on every track that made this album’s short length feel deceptively longer. At the end of the 16 minute run time I found myself wanting more. Somehow though, this album didn’t feel incomplete. It felt as though it was exactly as long as it needed to be. Despite its diminutive runtime it is a complete thought, each song presents its own unique spin on the artist’s musical style. 

The album opens with samples of robotic beeping, like a machine repeatedly starting up. After a few seconds of this, synths hum to life in the background and the singer cuts in, voice deep and hypnotic. While it is clear she is an excellent singer, her voice is almost completely monotone. Some of the singing on the album feels much more akin to chanting. Combined with electronic elements that create a world of dreamy nostalgia, the singer pulls the song in a more pessimistic direction, her voice forces you to pay attention. 

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“Shadowglow” (2022) by Flipturn: A Review

Content Warning: This album contains some explicit language.

Most Popular:

Personal Favorites:

  • “Playground”
  • Sad Disco
  • “Halfway”
  • “Goddamn”
  • “Burn”
  • “Weepy Woman”

About the Album

Have you ever thought about what the snow melting into spring sounds like?  To me, “Shadowglow” by Flipturn is exactly what that would sound like.  

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A Public Theatre Review: “Soulless and Friends” (2023)

Content Warning: This album contains some explicit language.

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Personal Favorites:

  • “Anime Intro”
  • “Fine!”
  • “Sober”
  • “THE HUNT”
  • “My Caustic Ego”
  • “Babe ur So Exciting”
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A Shocking Blue Review: “At Home” (1969)

Most Popular:

  • “Acka Raga”
  • “Love Machine”
  • Venus
  • “Long and Lonesome Road”
  • Love Buzz

Personal Favorites:

  • “Love Machine”
  • “Venus”
  • “California Here I come”
  • “Poor Boy”
  • “Love Buzz”
  • “Hot Sand”
  • “Wild Wind”
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Classic Album Review: Mitsumeru

Album cover for Gaze by Mitsumeru

Gaze was a Canadian indie pop band with shoegaze and twee leanings. Their drummer, Rose Melberg, was part of a number of other musical groups within the genre such as The Softies and Tiger Trap. The band only released two albums before disbanding but I think that both are worth a listen. While often criticized for lack of musical variety between songs, each song feels emotionally sincere. They may not be the most musically complex band, but their frank lyrics describing everyday frustrations and arguments endear them to me. A friend of a friend you can’t stand, a break up that leaves you bitter and an argument where insults are thrown back and forth are all stories explored within the album “Mitsumeru”. 

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Album Review: Ghais Guevara – Goyard Ibn Said


Notable Tracks: “The Old Guard is Dead,” “I Gazed Upon The Trap With Ambition,” “The Apple That Scarcely Fell,” “Critical Acclaim,” “Branded

#GoyardHere

Ghais Guevara has completed his masterwork and ended his tour as an underground hip-hop journeyman. His debut album takes the form of a play in two parts, featuring the protagonist Goyard Ibn Said.

The first is an energetic reflection on the triumphs of rapping, the thrill of ambition, and the love of the game. The second section takes a turn into a dark reflection of the cost of fame and the rot of the hip-hop industry unlike anything Guevara has ever done before.

Throughout the album, Guevara shows off his idiosyncratic production and flow, mixing in samples from Spongebob, classical music, and soul, while writing wordplay with references that range from David Fincher’s “The Killer” to J. Sakai’s “Settlers: The Mythology of White Proletarianism.”

These references paint a pointillistic picture of Guevara – his love of the rich history of hip-hop, a Philly upbringing, his roots of black radicalism, and a fiendishness for brands like Prada.

The leftist braggadocio he cultivated on his first mixtape, “BlackBolshevik,” is subtler, as the persona of Goyard takes over for the album. The pastiche of different styles and sampling coalesces to create an awe-inspiring sound, mastered from his previous mixtapes.

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Listening to “The Lonesome Crowded West” in the Lonesome Crowded East

I don’t remember how I found Modest Mouse, and maybe that part doesn’t matter. I just remember how I felt: lonely, disconnected, achy in that way only teenagers on the precipice of young adulthood can ache.

It was almost winter, and everything was crisping up and preparing for death. I trodded up and down the roadside, shapeless in layered flannels, and gave myself windburn.

I had no destination in mind; I would simply walk as far as the grass would take me, pretending I had some greater purpose. Occasionally, I’d listen to music.

I’m on my way to God don’t know

My brain’s the burger, and my heart’s the coal

I’m trying to get my head clear

I push things out through my mouth

I get refilled through my ears

“Heart Cooks Brain,” by Modest Mouse

Heart Cooks Brain,” an ode to emotions dominating logic. The song sounded the way I felt: lumbering, wind-chapped and just a little pathetic. There was a thread of humor there, too, a shock of self-deprecation highly attractive to my melancholic teenage self.

The song came from Modest Mouse’s sophomore album, “The Lonesome Crowded West,” listed by Pitchfork as one of the greatest albums of the 1990s.

Photo by Sid Doby on Unsplash

It’s a long album — with a runtime of over an hour — and despite its various stylistic shifts, it manages to maintain a cultivated sense of honest disillusionment throughout.

I think of dried out autumn leaves and the scent of car exhaust, or clumps of fur falling off a squirrel carcass. Ephemeral things. An orange sun dragging across a bleached-bone sky. The ineliminable passage of time. Nostaglia like a knife through your ribs.

When you’re a teenager, misery feels eternal. Time flows like concrete. Everything smarts like you’ve rubbed yourself raw with pumice. You put on eyeliner and pierce your own ears and buy a digicamera, because all of these things are Acts of Self-Actualization and they’re the only things you can do that seem to matter in your state of semi-powerlessness.

You’re a kid-but-not-quite, teetering on the precipice of ego death, writhing in your ill-fitting skin. You’re barely autonomous, and no one understands you, so you commune with radio waves. You look for salvation in strange places and in strange music. The act of listening transforms into the art of ritual and you keep the magic to yourself so no one can steal it.

Live in trailers with no class

Goddamn, I hope I can pass

High school means nothing

Taking heartache with hard work

Goddamn, I am such a jerk

I can’t do anything

“Trailer Trash,” by Modest Mouse

My friends didn’t “get” Modest Mouse, and I didn’t bother trying to make them understand. Sure, everybody knew “Float On,” but the band’s other stuff? Too abstract. Too weird.

Maybe they were right. Isaac Brock’s penchant for colorful metaphor — (“eating snowflakes with plastic forks“) — and reedy, sometimes staggering voice wasn’t for everyone. Especially in “The Lonesome Crowded West.”

The album wore many hats. Sometimes it was plain indie, slow-paced and stripped down (“Out of Gas“). Other times, it was almost punk (“Sh– Luck”) or straight-up folk (“Jesus Christ Was an Only Child“).

The multitextural quality of the album was one of its principal appeals. It wasn’t a cohesive narrative, per se, but it was like an impressionist painting; stepping back from the flurry of discordant brushstrokes revealed a harmonious picture.

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The Lonesome Crowded East

Life gets lonelier when you’re an adult. The energy to sustain social relationships, let alone make new ones, is often far too finite. It often seems unsurmountable.

Over the summer, I moved to the country. As I puttered away from the city and through miles and miles of farmland, I felt lonelier than ever. Familiar landscapes and familiar people melted into sprawls of tobbacco fields and sunbleached barns.

In the first few weeks of the new semester, I spent these drives near tears, languishing in the agony of complete and utter solutide. My chest ached like a bruise. I felt as frivolously miserable as a teenager with a bad haircut. I was borderline inconsolable, on the verge of total breakdown.

So naturally, I cranked up the radio.

Out of gas, out of road

Out of car, I don’t know how I’m gonna go

I had a drink the other day

My opinions were like kittens, I was giving them away

“Out of Gas,” by Modest Mouse

The feeling of comfort I felt as a teenager returned as the album progressed. I hummed the chords as I drove farther and farther from the city. The lyrics were tired like I was tired, but the beat’s energy lured me away from that Edge of Young Adult Madness and into a state of tacit acceptance.

The idea of a “Lonesome Crowded West” is intentionally oxymoronic, and more real than ever. The breakdown of community leaves us isolated even as the bloated bellies of our cities progressively swell.

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Whether it be the result of neoliberalism, socioeconomic instability, climate change or TikTok, the loneliness epidemic is rewriting the mechanics of our social culture and leaving young people fractured and disconnected.

I see the themes of “The Lonesome Crowded West” reflected in my own lonesome crowded East. We’re all overworked and overtired, watching the landscape be rendered unrecognizable in real time. We ache for lost familiarity and hunger for the new and exciting.

Things are different and things are the same in the best and worst ways. So it goes.

-J

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Soundbites: “Radiosex” – JIL

Radiosex” is an electronic/alt-R&B song by JIL from their 2018 album “Emotional Heat 4A Cold Generation.”

It’s a song about love that has become mechanical and meaningless. The music itself in the first half of the song feels like an anxious limbo, either waiting for a decision to be made, or to muster the strength to make it yourself. The production reminds me a bit of James Blake, and the vocals of Moses Sumney.

Part of the first verse goes,

Held you in my arms /
Still I couldn't keep you close to me
Living in a world
Where sex is suicide (suicidal)
Making love to feel inside,
we watch each other die
Living by a limit,
reaching past our means

As the song goes on, it reaches a point where it slows down, as if to stop and think; momentarily, there are no words. The space for revelation feels too still, so racing arpeggiated fears bleed their way back in. It’s beautiful and briefly grandiose, woven with melodic wails from the anonymous singer. And then it all dies down again.

“Radiosex” is good company for moments of solitude. It’s five minutes and 35 seconds that seem like one big question, or that aforementioned limbo. Like swimming in space.

The rest of “Emotional Heat 4A Cold Generation” also has some very lovely tracks worth checking out, some of which I’ve played in sets before (“Micromoog“). JIL does a good job of combining the electronic foundations of their songs with organic, soulful, psychedelic elements. I’ll let you know what I find in further exploration of their discography.

love & disco (be well),

dirty chai <3