Friday night Grouplove and Portugal. The Man played Merriweather Post Pavilion as a part of the 2014 Honda Civic Tour. In a great bit of double billing, both bands brought something unique to the stage and were a nice complement to one another, giving the audience two different types of performances.
Of the two headliners Portugal. The Man went on first amidst a sea of smoke and space lights, playing their take on “Another Brick in the Wall Pt. 2.” They played a selection of songs primarily from last year’s Evil Friends, but also had a few older tracks like “People Say” pop up throughout their set. For a bit of added fun, they threw in a handful of covers in addition to the opening song. They played a bit from “The Dayman” from the “Nightman Cometh” episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Oasis’ “Don’t Look Back in Anger,” which always makes for a fantastic sing-a-long. They turned in a great performance that somehow mixed an aesthetic you would associate with a jam band, but was still well-balanced with a much more focused set of music than you may find with that type of act.
When we covered Grouplove earlier this year as a part of our Firefly Festival coverage, I went on at length about how impressed I was with the band, and thankfully not much has changed since then. They played a mix of songs off both of their releases including all of their most popular songs like “Tongue Tied” and “Colours.” This is just one of those bands who are so on point in a live setting that if you let yourself be into what they’re doing onstage you will have a great time. Sure, some may argue that it’s too catchy or too pop, but I think it’s ok to let yourself have some fun at a show every once in a while.
Every now and again we find ourselves in the audience at an event so special and unique that the experience easily defies the normal concert going affair. Such was the case last month as we took in Big Star’s #1 Record and Third performed in their entirety at Washington, DC’s premier venue, the 9:30 Club. As we wrote back in August:
Once a decade or eon or so, an LP comes along that is simply too tortured and nakedly honest for human ears. 1978’s twisted and raw Third/Sister Lovers is such an LP. The final offspring of the seventies’ incarnation of Memphis, Tennessee power pop band Big Star—which never dented the charts during its lifetime but has achieved cult superstardom in the years since—Third is anything but a catchy power pop record.
As such, Third is every bit as nakedly powerful a work of art as Jack Kerouac’s Big Sur, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Crack Up,” or heroin- and booze-ravaged Charlie Parker’s tortured 1946 Dial Records take on “Lover Man,” which he couldn’t even stand on his own to record and which was followed by a long “vacation” in California’s Camarillo State Mental Hospital.
PHOTOS: RICHIE DOWNS | For over three decades, Overkill has been beating audiences into submission with their merciless brand of thrash metal. Last Thursday night at Empire in Springfield, VA, they proved to be like a vintage bottle of bordeaux, only improving with age.
Formed in 1980, Overkill was part of the first great rise of thrash metal. While Slayer, Metallica, and Exodus, among others, were putting the Bay Area on the metal map, Overkill, along with bands like Anthrax and Nuclear Assault were rising out of the New York/New Jersey area. Many years later, they are back on the road supporting their latest release, the critically acclaimed White Devil Armory.
There was no national support for this show, as Overkill are playing headlining off-dates while touring with Prong throughout the fall. I didn’t catch the name of the first band, a trio of nervous teens, made up of two guitars and a drummer. A personal note: you’ve gotta have some bass, fellas. I need to feel it, not just hear it. They kicked off with a cover of the classic “Die By the Sword” by Slayer, and unfortunately rookie nerves took over, and they found themselves victim of hecklers. Personal note number two: when someone heckles and yells out “FREEBIRD!”do not actually try to play “Freebird.” No one ever said cutting your teeth was easy.
Have you ever discovered a genre of music previously out of your range of musical vision and gotten a bit fixated? This very thing has happened to me on more than one occasion. I’ve gotten on “kicks,” whether it was early country, reggae, or Norwegian black metal. I come across a style of music and become enthralled, and for a while I need to immerse myself in it. Once again, i found myself flipping through records during my weekly pilgrimage to Som Records in DC. I spotted a record, and suddenly it was 1996 all over again.
In 1996, I was working at the gone but not forgotten Tower Records. Capital Records released the first of many highly successful CDs in what was called the Ultra Lounge series. I popped the disc in the store’s stereo system late one night and was amazed at what I had just discovered. Artists like Lex Baxter, Yma Sumac, Martin Denny, and more all finding fascinating ways to invoke a mood.
The timing was right for this release—lounge music was enjoying a resurgence, influencing modern acts like Combustible Edison and Japan’s Pizzicato Five. Lounge music was featured in soundtracks to movies like Swingers and Four Rooms, and suddenly what was disregarded for years as “easy listening” was cool again. Capital saw the opportunity and took it, releasing over twenty volumes of Ultra Lounge, plus special editions and multiple Christmas albums.
The Boston, MA record label has put together four of their brightest up and coming bands for their first ever label tour and things kick off tonight at the Barbary!
It’s hard to believe that until now, Topshelf Records has yet to sponsor their very own tour. The relatively young upstart from New England has kept themselves very busy seemingly since Day 1. In only a few short years, they have become one of the most well-known and beloved labels in the punk scene. A number of their releases have already become wildly regarded to as classics.
For two weeks in September and October, Topshelf Records are sending A Great Big Pile of Leaves, Diamond Youth, Prawn, and Field Mouse out on the road together. In celebration of the occasion, a special 7″ featuring one song from each band has been pressed and will be available at every stop. Check out every song from the split at the end of the article!
The ongoing collaboration between the jazz guitar legend John Scofield and the adventurous jazz-rock trio, Medeski, Martin & Wood continues today with the release of Juice. This is their third effort together; an ever-changing musical dialogue that began with the 1997 release of A Go Go.
This time out, the quartet sought common ground in exploring the rhythms of the African diaspora, including sounds from Brazil and the Caribbean and how they intertwine with jazz. A Go Go was all compositions by Scofield and 2006’s Out Louder was an exercise in collective co-improvisation.
The album includes four cover songs including three very well-known tunes from the rock ‘n’ roll canon.
Many song-based soundtracks aren’t much more than just a clump of tunes the director happened to like. The God Help the Girl OST however is impossible to pry from the movie that gave it life, in this case a full-fledged musical crafted by Belle and Sebastian principal Stuart Murdoch. Both the film and its 2LP counterpart are imperfect specimens significantly bettered through stylish daring.
God Help the Girl began in the midst of last decade, an endeavor matching Stuart Murdoch’s songs to female vocalists Catherine Ireton, Celia Garcia, Brittany Stallings, and others as Belle and Sebastian served as backup band. Along with some singles a self-titled LP was issued in ’09; many of those songs figure in Murdoch’s recently released film of the same name, now sung by actors Emily Browning, Olly Andersen, and Hannah Murray.
Talk of God Help the Girl as an exercise in unbridled twee is greatly overstated. To wit, this version of “Act of the Apostle,” like the original found on Belle and Sebastian’s ‘06 LP The Life Pursuit, is nearer to yé-yé and ‘60s TV variety show lushness than to the fragile innocence of twee; amidst boldly arranged strings/horns the guitar and Browning’s voice gradually blossom into a decidedly sophisto-mainstream affair complete with big leg-kick theatrics effectively highlighting Murdoch’s Musical conception.
By contrast, “I Dumped You First” offers acoustic strum and Alexander’s vocal accented by backing shouts and handclaps; it’s a likeably humble little number but more importantly is exactly the sort of ditty, both in style and value, that Alexander’s character would pen and perform in the context of the film (in real life he’s part of the band Years & Years).
“When I was growing up in the Fink household, once the sun began to set, it was time to party. The conversation and laughter (and beer) would begin to flow freely as my mother prepared elaborate home cooked southern meals.”
“We would gravitate and orbit her like the sun, my father and sisters and I. So naturally, the kitchen was where we kept the record player and hifi. The backdrop to these nightly parties was always music. Loud music. Bluegrass, old country, rock and roll. The later it got, the louder it got, as records were passed from hand to hand. These records—studied, revered, and sometimes even hated—were the soundtrack to my childhood.
I’m not sure that anyone has had that experience with my records, but it is important to me to make sure they are released on vinyl just in case. Because there are some things that an MP3 can never be, and one of those is family.”
Olivia Henry’s seductive neo jazz is exactly the kind of blue-eyed-soul needed to get the soirée started. Sounding like a cross between Sara Bareilles and Erykah Badu, Olivia scats and powders her songs with colorful vocals and kittenish lyrics while her A-List band fills in the groove with Dap-Kings-esque excellence.
Henry dishes out her new single, “Forbidden” like a songbird plucked from the Jazz Age—primed for the sexually liberated millennium. It is a fascinating play on a retro aesthetic that reaches back, past the reformatted sounds of Lana Del Ray and Amy Winehouse, grabbing rich musical threads from the roaring twenties. The track itself, recorded in pristine high definition, filters the past through electric rock distortion and hard-hitting hip hop drums. It is an intoxicating brew that lends the flirtatious lyrics a more modern backdrop.
“Forbidden” is off Olivia’s debut, “Sessions” which was recorded with renowned British producer Chris Hughes. With Olivia providing the raw material in the form of smart, well-crafted songs, Hughes milks Henry’s classically trained voice into a stunning 4 song EP awash with sexy and nostalgic R&B—with just the right amount of edge to translate into the language of mainstream pop.
“Music was my first true friend and my longest running.”
“I was always a little kid who felt different and had a lot of trouble getting along at school. Maybe first grade I found my friend in a stack of wooden fruit crates that held a collection of what looked like a whole library of little golden books showing their worn spines to curious eyes. I pulled them out one at a time and looked at how they were made. Some opened and even had pages, just like the little books I knew. Some had bizarre images, some were just pictures of people.
The black disc was obvious, I’d seen them in old Betty Boop cartoons. I put one on I was sure was a kids record. The band had bright-colored coats, there were flowers all over the cover. It was Sgt. Pepper. I found all the power buttons and put the needle on the album. It sounded like madness. There was screaming, words that confused me and weird different things coming from each side of the headphones.
It scared me but I had questions. I wanted to know how things work and had a history of taking things apart and this music thing was no different. I tried to imagine how they made these sounds, what instruments could possibly sound like this. I kept pulling records and trying to figure out what made the music tick. I’d do this anytime I thought I could get away with it.
Eventually I grew older and I would share what I found on these records with my parents, as if they had never heard their own records before. I felt like this music belonged to me. I didn’t hear it at school and I didn’t hear it on the radio. I’d go to thrift stores and record shops and buy things if I recognized a label or band member’s name, or if it had a cool cover and go home and discover something new all over again. Tapes were not cool at school anymore. I needed a CD player to avoid peer ridicule, but at least there were a lot of cool re-releases I could find easier now.