February
Wavelog
The Way I See It
By wavelength ~ Posted Monday, February 7th 2005THE WAY I SEE IT
February 2005
'œIt's not you, it's me.'?
'œI need my space.'?
'œI'm sorry, I can't do it'¦ don't hate me.'?
Just as there's no non-lame way to break up with somebody, there is no way to explain my imminent departure from Wavelength 'œas we know it'? without feeling a little yucky. But it feels like the right thing to do.
First of all, I should clarify: I'm not leaving for good'¦ I'm not really leaving at all. But, I'm stepping down from my duties as main booker of the series and editor of the zine, which I've held onto, despite numerous offers of assistance, for five years now. You can call it a break, or a vacation, or even a retirement if you want '“ but there is a better word for it, though I should warn you, you might find it dreadfully pretentious.
Five years is a long time. That's longer than any band or relationship I've ever been in. I think there was something about the large, round, half-decade-ness of that number that made something in me snap late last year. I was looking at the WL booking sked, and the fifth anniversary was looming as one big question mark, the following weeks an empty, un-pencilled-in void'¦ and I said to myself, unaware of my own evocation of break-up clichés, 'œI can't do it. I can't start another year of this.'?
So that was it: then I knew. I'd made my decision. That's when Wavelength should stop. Yes, I was ready to kill it off. And I remember feeling pretty sure of myself that day: that it should end before it gets lame, before it becomes a self-parody, that we should go out with a bang.
And then I came around.
Let me back up here, as you may be wondering, what's so bad about all this? Nothing, really'¦ but fuck, was I tired. We've created an incredibly unforgiving and relentless schedule for ourselves. Putting on a show every week (well, 50 out of 52 weeks a year) and publishing a zine every month takes a lot out of you '“ especially when you're part of an all-volunteer staff. It was that there printed matter that was really killing me, too '“ layout and production time was destroying one good weekend out of every month, while the cost of printing bills '“ a steep $1200 a month '” was becomingly increasingly difficult to keep up with, when it should have been getting easier.
So, as with anything, overfamiliarity and needless repetition had turned a labour of love into a bore and a chore. Time to get out, or at least step back. I had come to the realization that my life was bigger than Wavelength, and there were a lot of other things I wanted to do with it, and that my WL duties were holding me back, leaving me, to use Carl Wilson's word, 'œclockrupt.'?
But the flipside, equivalent realization came as more of an epiphany: I realized that Wavelength was bigger than me. I couldn't stop it if I wanted. And one bright, crisp day at the beginning of January, I knew that I didn't want it to stop, even if I wanted to stop'¦ that I wanted to see it continue '“ in some form, at least. As I walked toward my afternoon job at The Music Gallery, following this thought process, I ran into my friend, the Rev. Max Woolaver. I told him what I was thinking of doing, and he told me, 'œyou're taking a sabbatical.'? And then it all made sense.
We have real community here with Wavelength, and it would be foolish to throw that away. Sure, there's a lot of lip service given to that word, but I really believe in it. And in the process of handing over the reins (or the ring?) of power, I want to see Wavelength move toward something more collectively organized, more in the spirit of how we originally envisioned it back in '99. I had been shouldering too much of the burden, and hoarding too much of the credit while I was at it.
My words will have an echo to them if you read the thread on 20hz about this being the last print issue of Wavelength '“ for the foreseeable future. Yes, it's true, and if you're wondering 'œwhy?,'? money is just one factor: time, organization and responsibility are the main culprints. Oh yeah, and me, I guess '“ we need time for a smooth transition of duties, and I keep saying 'œwe'? because I plan on staying involved with Wavelength as part of some still-nascent advisory group that will help the bookers and editors do their jobs. Who's booking the series, you ask? We are looking for interested and able-bodied parties to do three-month tours of duty, and the first block (beginning in April) has already been filled: by Wavelength's new managing editor, Ryan McLaren.
And, unlike the last time we took a zine hiatus, in 2003, the zine will still be posted online. I've always felt like our website (www.wavelengthtoronto.com) has been the neglected middle child of the music-series-and-zine family. Sure, print has a tangible 'œaura'? which reading online can't duplicate '“ yet. But there's something about the instantaneous, interactivity of the web that's more in line with what Wavelength has grown into over the last five years. We set out with specific goals '“ to create excitement in the Toronto music community, to create more opportunities for our own bands, to document a culture we feared was in danger of being forgotten '“ and I feel that most of that has been accomplished, which is partly why I feel comfortable stepping down as Wavelength 'œboss.'? But WL still fulfills a need, and that has evolved into something different, maybe more intangible '“ or maybe just as simple as giving people something to do on Sundays.
Part of the reason I decided I couldn't just kill it, is I didn't know what I would do on Sunday nights.
BY JONNY DOVERCOURT
B.A. Johnston
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005B.A. Johnston is a fat, lazy chud who writes sensitive songs on his guitar about poutine and girls. He recently signed a 60-album, $50 million record contract with Just Friends records, and released a new album called My Heart is a Blinking Nintendo. His Wavelength appearance is just one of many Greyhound stops on his current cross-Canada tour. Shaunna Bednarek and he exchanged a couple of emails before he hit the road.
RIGHT NOW, I'M SITTING AROUND IN PYJAMAS, DRINKING A FIVE-ALIVE JUICEBOX AND LISTENING TO THAT AWESOME NELLY AND TIM MCGRAW SONG. WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?
I'm sitting at the Just Friends headquarters using their computer, emailing you. After this, I will watch SCTV and eat chips. Later, I will go and eat sushi pizza then drink heavily. I woke up at 11:30 and ate some eggs. They were okay. It was in a seedy bar called Gus Pub. They have tons of video gambling machines, which I never play.
SO, YOU'VE MOVED OUT OF YOUR MOTHER'S PLACE IN HAMILTON, AND NOW YOU'RE IN HALIFAX. HOW'S THAT GOING FOR YOU?
Halifax is okay, but things are more expensive here and there are lots of call centres. I thought lobsters would play a bigger role in my daily life, but sadly, they do not. But Halifax is cool and nice, though they are scared of snow here, which is funny. They don't like to walk in it. Maybe they are wimps. Maybe not.
YOUR TOUR IS CALLED "THE NO FANS, NO MONEY, NO CHICKS, NO CAR MEGA-TOUR." IS THIS IN HOPES THAT THIS WILL BE THE TOUR WHERE YOU GAIN ANY, OR ALL OF THEABOVE?The name of my tour was a joke that now is not funny. I mean, it sounded funny when I first said it. It was a take off from my tour with Falconhawk, when Kara Keith would say, "If you guys see any more money or pussy on this tour, you are gonna die." She was being ironic. This tour, I would like to lose my crippling fear of women. That would be aces. Money is nice, as well. Driving is secondary on the bus. I can sleep, like a giant moving sketchy RV.
TALK ABOUT YOUR NEW ALBUM. The new album came out on Jan. 20, on my 30th birthday. It's called My Heart is a Blinking Nintendo, and it's out on Just Friends Records and Dead Bum Recordings. It has songs about the pizza man, pirates and Kryptonite on it. It's slammin', son. It has drums and everything. And secrets, too.
I READ THAT YOU'VE GOT A JOB AS A TEMPURA FRYER AT A JAPANESE RESTAURANT. THAT MUST RULE. Japanese restaurants are the best - equal tip splits. I mean, I am richer these days than King Midas. I get to eat good food and tons of rice, and since they do not speak English well, they can't get too mad at me. Which is great as well, `cause I am incompetent and should be fired. Well, I am improving and I learned cool things to say like "agedashi."
OKAY, YOUR CHOICES ARE AVRIL LAVIGNE, SUSAN HAY FROM GLOBAL TV AND BUSY FROM READY OR NOT. WHO WOULD YOU EAT POUTINE WITH, WHO WOULD YOU DANCE TO "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN" WITH, AND WHO WOULD YOU BRING HOME TO MEET YOUR MOM? All of those women frighten me. I mean, am I supposed to, like, pick one? And my mom doesn't like me dating girls she doesn't know. Is Susan Hay a weather person, or something? Maybe her, then, `cause she could let me know when it's gonna snow. And stuff. And Avril is, like, too young for me, maybe.
BY SHAUNNA BEDNAREK
The Bayonettes
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005The Bayonettes are a punk rock band from Parkdale who keep it real with their DIY ethics, handmade merch and a strong belief that women and men should rock together. Ryan Mills did email interviews with each of the members and edited them together to look something like this:
WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU ALL PLAY IN THE BAND?
Bennett: Drums. Zoe: Vocals. Mark: Guitar. Mary Ann: Bass.
HOW DOES LIVING IN PARKDALE HAVE AN INFLUENCE ON YOUR MUSIC OR YOUR LIVES? B: It encourages my punk rock bad habits or at least doesn't question them. Z: Living in a good community is really important to me. When I first moved to Toronto from the Yukon, I was shocked at how cold people were to each other. It took me a long time to get used to this. Parkdale has a really great community feel and I love living here. If Parkdale didn't exist I would have probably vacated Toronto a long time ago. M: The neighbours don't complain when I'm writing songs at 4am. M-A: I love living in Parkdale. There's an awesome mix of people of different economic status, colour, and age. It keeps me sane to see this. Anywhere else in Toronto is too pretentious for me.
IF THE BAYONETTES COULD BE INSTANTLY TRANSPORTED TO ANY PLACE AND TIME, WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY A SHOW AND WHEN? WITH WHO? B: I don't know how The Bayonettes would fit in, but I would like to be at a show in England in 1982 with Crass, Conflict, Dirt, Rudimentary Peni and Discharge. Z: There are a lot of bands from the past that I would have loved to play with, like the Slits, The Avengers, The Bags, The B-Girls, The Curse, The Dishrags etc. M-A: Unless your name is Marty McFly, I don't believe in time continuums.
WITH TWO WOMEN IN THE BAND AND PLAYING FESTIVALS LIKE LADYFEST, DO YOU SEE THE BAYONETTES AS AN INFLUENCE FOR OTHER WOMEN TO START THEIR OWN BANDS? Z: I would love to see more female involvement in the music scene. It's really depressing when you go out to see live bands and it's a freakin sausage party. I get totally pumped when I see lots of ladies at shows... dancing up front, playing in the bands, organizing the show, etc. It melts my heart. M: We want to see more girls playing in bands, going to shows, dancing up front, singing along, having fun. Punk simply doesn't work as a boys club.
DO YOU HAVE A FAVOURITE "ALL GIRL BAND" OF ALL TIME? B&Z: Girlschool!!! One of the most overlooked bands. Loved in England. Ignored in North America. M: I think singling out "all girl bands" sort of discredits the huge contributions individual women playing with male musicians have made throughout the history of rock`n'roll. I would like to mention the fabulous Riff Randells from Vancouver, BC. M-A: The Shirelles. Find me an ensemble who can perform "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" better than these fine ladies and I'll reconsider.
GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY TO SELL OUT FOR BILLIONS OF DOLLARS, WHAT WOULD BE ON YOUR MOST RIDICULOUS SET OF "TERMS"? YOU CAN ASK FOR ANYTHING. B: "Punk belongs to the punks, not the business men. They need us, we don't need them. Punk will never be dead. As long as some of us refuse to be led," from Take Heed by Flux of Pink Indians, 1982. M: We don't plan on using Wavelength as a stepping stone towards a deal with Rough Trade or a move to Germany, if that's what you're thinking. M-A: I'll sell out on anyone's terms as long as my OSAP is paid off.
WHAT CAN WE EXPECT FROM THE FUTURE OF THE BAYONETTES? M: February 21st we're playing the Silver Dollar with the Lost Sounds from Memphis. We're recording two singles: "Dead End Kids" for Deranged Records and "American Song" for Art of the Underground Records. They should both be out sometime in mid-2005. M-A: More love, positivity and a punk rock pet zine.
BY RYAN MILLS
Ad Hawk
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005in the shadow of the fernsehturm:
an interview with adam traynor about canadian bands in berlin
Grey skies, poor nutrition passed off as "traditional" food, protests of impressive frequency and size, dirty looks... these could belong to one of a few cities. Mocky, Taylor Savvy, Ad Hawk, Peaches, Feist, Gonzales... at one time or another, these all definitely belonged to Berlin. And at others, certain cities in Canada. Feist and Gonzales have moved on to Paris, but back in ein Sommertag in Berlin, August `04, I queried one of said ex-pats, former Montrealer Ad Hawk (Adam Traynor), who runs these days with the Mocky crew, earning his keep rhymin'.
rojects are you involved in? The Ad Hawk album, Use Your Delusion, is in production. I've been busy touring with Mocky and this fall we're touring as a four-piece with Savvy and Kevin Blechdom to support Mocky's album release in Europe. Under The Covers is my edutainment cover band with Blechdom. It's kind of a parody band, which seems to be where we both come from to some extent (eg., The Permanent Stains). I don't know so much about success, but I heard that my track with Mocky, "Mickey Mouse Motherfuckas," is a big radio hit in Belgium. They have this Bande Dessinee culture there - The Puppetmastaz store their shit in my apartment so we make tracks together when they're around.
When Berlin, why Berlin? I first visited in October 2001 - there were some really cheap post-911 flights at the time. Since Ad Hawk is nothing if not topical (never mind opportunistic), some of the Berlin Canadians and I came up with a musical project, "Sky Marshals," to reflect the changing times - and to turn a profit from them. We figured that the airlines were going to jump on the chance to make people feel safer through music... But the good thing about The Sky Marshals was that it spawned "The 4 Elements"... So I made regular 4 Elements-related trips to Berlin until finally relocating here in 2003. I figured that the time of the mighty Dollar was over, so I'm chasing the robust Euro.
With so many Canadians here to represent, is there a shared sound? I'm not sure if there are actually so many Canadians here, or if they just have a disproportionate visibility because of the waves of conquest over the last six years, starting with Gonz and Peach, followed by Taylor Savvy. Ad Hawk is a musical point man in Mocky's campaign. It's the typical pattern of migration, though. Like, they say that Toronto is a huge Italian colony, but that most of the people there can be traced back to one village in Sicily, because once upon a time, one person moved to Toronto, and then the next year his neighbor in Sicily moved, and so on and so on, and the seed of this one Sicilian village became a huge Little Italy. So there's a Canadian mafia here, but the shared sensibility is more familial than nationalistic. And musically speaking, I see a lot of collaboration in the production, even though most of these artists operate under solo handles.
So, there's no flag on your backpack, when you see Canadian flags on backpacks do you say "hi" or quietly cross the street? I pretend to be German. The backpack thing is kind of a catch-22, because if you have a flag, it says "I'm a proud and friendly Canadian, naive enough to think that you actually care and can distinguish me from an American." If you don't have one and you speak this North American English, then you might as well be American - and a target of hatred. So it's be ridiculed or be hated. Maybe that's a clue as to why I am - and maybe this applies to the other Canadians - so willing to make a fool of myself onstage here. It's the doctrine of pre-emptive self-ridicule. But actually, I have a Swiss flag on my backpack, and I try to pass my accent in German off as a dialect.
What Berlin acts are you listening to? I love The Bench, Cobra Killer, Planning To Rock, Namosh, Angie Reed, Snax, Candy Hank. Kevin Blechdom, Taylor Savvy and Jamie Liddell are all fixing to drop heavy sophomore albums, as are the Puppetmastaz.
Which Canadian beer do you miss? Are you kidding? It's Germany! The only beers I miss are Root and Ginger.
Dear Marcel
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005Dear Marcel,
I am in a jam. I was recently at the Victory Café where I noticed a very cute girl. At one point in the evening I overheard her friend telling her about the Wavelength zine. I used this as an excuse to talk to them and had a nice, brief conversation before I got pulled away by other duties. I never did get to see them again to talk any more or possibly ask the one out. How can I ask this girl out with absolutely nothing to go on?
- Slowdraw
Oh, Slowdraw, I feel your pain. I have been in very similar situations myself. However, you say you have nothing to go on, and I'm not convinced this is entirely true. I assume that you come out to Wavelength at least from time to time. I'd also assume that this girl's friend goes to Wavelength sometimes, as she was showing her the zine. She may even have been showing her the zine under the pretense of having her come out to a show. So first off, when you do go to Wavelength, keep your eyes peeled! And if you happen to luck into running into this girl, talk to her for crissake! Also do your best to set up a plan for the future, maybe get an email address. Shyness is your enemy in these situations. The worst thing that can happen is you have a conversation with a pretty girl. That's like entering a lottery where you're guaranteed to win something. Sure you wanted the $10 million, but whose complaining about the new home entertainment centre?
Now that we've gotten through that, Slowdraw, I gotta say that I'm feeling charitable today. Since this is the last print zine and all, and you know there is a chance this girl will see this, I offer my humble services. Ladies, if you recognize this story and think that Slowdraw is talking about you (I am hesitant to publish names), feel free to contact me at the email address provided at the bottom of the page. I will pass on any message or contact info to our man Slowdraw.
Dear Marcel,
I am saddened by the coming end to the print version of the Wavelength zine. Help!
- Print Prince
I agree, Prince. I'm sure most everyone does. But things change and we adjust. The music stays with us and that is what is important.
But I would like to take this space to thank everyone who has worked so hard on this incarnation of the Wavelength zine. And to thank the organization itself for giving me a space to be a total ass in print once a month.
I would also very much like to thank the one person in the last 13 months to actually write in a question. If you don't know who I am, ask around and come say hi. I feel the need to buy you a beer.
Alright, I guess that's it for me. And if any of you need advice in the future, Greg Collins has a shoulder big enough for all. He's like an indie-rock monk, that guy.
Marcel out.
Rock & Roll Cooking Show
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005Recipes: Food for the Flued
Celebrity Chef: fuggoff aboud cedebrides. They've all god de flu, too.
Jeebus almighty, everyone has the flu. Or a head cold. Or mono or consumption or whatever. So this month, it's all about the sick food. Nice, hot liquid things, easy to make even with a fogged-up, cough-syruped head. Gents and ladies, the Ginger Hot Toddy and Semi-Homemade Tomato Soup.
The Ginger Hot Toddy is a damn good excuse to sit around at home and drink alcohol, which is both an expectorant and a painkiller. Don't overdo it - the last thing you need is a hangover on top of how awful you already feel. The ginger is great for your sinuses and stomach, and the lemon and honey are sweet and easy on your poor, poor throat.
You don't need to peel the ginger root, just slice up an inch or two into thin rounds and put the slices in a large mug. Squeeze in the juice of half a lemon and drop in the squozed*-out lemon half so you get all the tasty lemon oils that are in the rind. Put in a tablespoon or two of honey, and fill the mug about three quarters of the way up with boiling water. When the resulting ginger-lemon tea is just cool enough to drink, add a good big slosh of whiskey. Limit yourself to about two of these a day.
If you've got a terrible flu or one of those wicked bad head colds, you probably want soup. Of course, you also want to stay in the house wrapped in a blanket. You need a soup that you can make out of stuff you've already got. Don't eat that Campbell's crap - it's all salt. This here's a semi-homemade, semi-canned soup that you can tweak, and add to, and live off till you're able to leave the house again.
Ingredients: oil, an onion, garlic, a can of tomato paste, plain yellow mustard, and whatever else you've got.
Chop up your onion and three or more cloves of garlic and sauté them in oil on medium low heat in your nice big soup pot. When the onion and garlic get soft and transparent, add the tomato paste. Slosh in a little more oil and stir every thing together, then add about six cups of water. Stir everything around some more to combine, add a little salt and pepper and a squirt of mustard, then let the soup simmer, uncovered, for an hour.
That's it.
Seriously, that's all there is to making tasty tomato soup. If you happen to have a few fresh, frozen, or canned vegetables around, you can get all fancy and shit. You can make:
Spicy Pepper Soup, by adding some diced hot peppers at the beginning, and sweet peppers during the simmering. Or Taco Soup, by adding a can of corn and one of black beans. Or Creamy Tomato-Spinach Soup, by adding sliced tomatoes and bout half a bag of frozen spinach, and substituting soymilk for half of the water.
Or what the fuckever. Toss stuff in. Don't think - you're far too sick. Eat soup, drink toddies, and get your roommate to rent you some decent movies or something. I recommend an Evil Dead marathon.
* "Squeeze" is the verb. "Squozed" is the adjective. Dig?
Reviews
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005A FRAMES
Black Forest(Sub Pop, www.subpop.com)
The Subterranean Pop label's most inspired signing since our mighty Constantines, Seattle trio the A Frames are totally my kind of band. Short, sharp and to the point, with elephantine bass lines and nerdy lyrics about ancient Sumeria and ocean trenches, these guys - and their songs - have got it all. You might call this robot-rock, like Devo if they did meaner drugs and got Steve Albini to produce them before they went all cutesy and "Peekaboo!" There really should be more bands like this, but then they wouldn't be so special. - JD
File next to: `80s college-rock, The Jesus Lizard, The Nein, non-wussy Sebadoh tunes.
BIRD SHOW
Green Inferno (Kranky)
Bird Show's latticework of a debut is without a doubt my favourite album of the year. So far, anyway. A collaboration between two members (Ben Vida and Liz Payne) of Chicago minimalist ensemble Town and Country, Bird Show combines a love of all things Brooklyn pixel-psych and far-out psych-folk with the chamber-group aesthetic and up-front intimacy of their big brother band into one infinitely intriguing, characteristically challenging and relentlessly rewarding mind-fuck of an experience. Drones, acoustic guitars, field recordings, tension and ease. Green Inferno's got it all with originality to spare. What else is there to say but feel the space it mysteriously invades and dig it? - KH
File next to: Charalambides, Black Dice, Smegma, Flying Saucer Attack, Metabolismus, the sound of your mind expanding.
BORN HELLER
s/t(Locust, www.locustmusic.com)
"Freak-folk" is on it's way to destroy psych music, and man, that's a shame. Before Devendra Banhart got onto the scene, groups like Bardo Pond and Ghost were tearing shit up with acoustic guitar ragas, droning, distorted guitars, and drugged out vocals that sang from somewhere in the background, not essential but still wholly part of the music. Now what is there? Joanna Newsom and her harp, that keening, earsplitting voice making you forget that the shit she's playing is, when it gets down to it, about as basic as possible? Devendra might be good, but like a lot of good artists, the music he's made has inspired a new set of fuckos to pick up acoustic guitars and get down. So, in comes Born Heller, yet another in a long line of terrible folkies who don't seem to understand the idea of restraint. Taking their cues from Joanna Newsom's school of singing, yet not even getting it together enough to write any decent lyrics, and sounding like a bunch of sixth graders at a talent show, they sure do know how to ride a trend perfectly. Please, doctor, hit me until I can no longer feel. - AG
File next to: SHIT THAT SUCKS.
BRIGHT EYES
I'm Wide Awake It's Morning/ Digital Ash In A Digital Urn (Saddle Creek, www.saddle-creek.com)
In true Use Your Illusion style, the latest releases from Bright Eyes are two separate albums with a common release date. Kinda a Sweat/Suit for the Seth Cohens of the world and the girls who wish the Seth Cohens and Conor Obersts of the world would notice they're alive. First, we've got I'm Wide Awake It's Morning. Though its first single, "Lua," is deceptively boring, all of the other songs make up for it. It's a collection of mostly Americana-style storytellings and lap steels, with Emmylou Harris providing backup vocals on three of its best tracks. Oberst takes it easy on the caterwauling histrionics until its closing track, "Road to Joy," where he goes apeshit all over Beethoven. Digital Ash in a Digital Urn is what's being touted as his "electronic, experimental album." Really, it's just a very nicely-produced Bright Eyes pop record with some synths and drum machines and that dude from Yeah Yeah Yeahs playing guitar. If you could imagine Oberst as an articulate recovering Nine Inch Nails fan who really digs The Postal Service record, that's pretty much what it sounds like. Though many of you had written off Oberst as a pretentious, overrated crybaby a long time ago, these could be the albums that make you begrudgingly refer to him as a talented songwriter. And for longtime listeners, both albums are rife with enough similes to have a new MSN name every day for the next couple of months. - SB
File next to:All-lowercase livejournal entries with <3's.
RICHARD BUCKNER
Dents and Shells(Merge, www.mergerecords.com)
Richard Buckner released Dents and Shells on Merge in what was a triumphant (and surely prosperous) 15th year for the legendary label; he's in good company with new signees the Arcade Fire and Lou Barlow, among others. Bucker's music has evolved over his six solo records, so although he mines some familiar territory with lost-love themes, he's using more sophisticated arrangements and more polished production. The end result is a familiar country-tinged sound that serves his melty baritone well, with his impressively impenetrable lyrics telling a story but never giving too much away. The vocals are placed high in the mix, often floating above the instrumentation, which at times acts to sever cohesion and take you out of the moment a bit, but he's a strong singer with interesting lyrics so that can be forgiven. Buckner does good work, but I think I would prefer this sort of heartfelt heartache music in a more stripped-down form. - JL
File next to: Big old house; whiskey, or maybe tea.
BURMESE
Men (Load, www.loadrecords.com)
Burmese are scary shit! I cannot stress this enough. Like their previous album, A Mere Shadow and Reminiscence of Humanity, Men plays on that terrifying, screaming, keening anger and misunderstanding and weirdness. I mean, the opening song is called "Rapewar"! That's crazy! Crazy! They're mining the same violence and evil vein as Combatwoundedveteran and Oxbow, and somehow coming up scarier than either band has ever been. If CWV are murder-rock, and Oxbow are sexual-assault-core (listen to their Evil Heat album and see if you don't think the same thing, coming away from it a little creeped), then Burmese are both. The vocals rattle around, guitars are sludged out to the point of losing proper tonality, the drums are buried. This shit is evil. Listen with caution! - AG
File next to: It's still great, though. Somehow.
DALEK
Absence(Ipecac, www.ipecac.com)
After two years of relative silence, Dalek return to bring the noise. And I mean that. From Filthy Tongue of Gods and Griots remains the most interesting hip-hop album I own, and one of my favourites. It combined the hard lyricism of Public Enemy and Aesop Rock, along with something like Faust's mid-period stuff. It was noisy as shit. The beats were so blunt that they bludgeoned. And holy shit, was it good. So now there's Absence. It's taken a while to get used to, but I can safely say it's as good as Gods and Griots. Well, almost. While the lyrics and flow aren't as clunky as they once were, the production is much less varied. There aren't the weird sitar jams like before, and now it's almost-solid noise. Yet, it remains excellent. After a little listening, the changes begin to present themselves, and while they're not as apparent before, in many ways, they carry more impact because of it. Hopefully this album sees Dalek getting the recognition they deserve. - AG
File next to: Krautrock meets New Jersey/New York.
DETACHMENT KIT
Of This Blood (Frenchkiss,www.frenchkissrecords.com )
Somehow, between now and then, Detachment Kit have gone from a post-punk band with nothing much to say, to a conceptually driven, dynamic and instrumentally adept group. Here it is: a concept album that could be likened to Richard Linklater's Waking Life; an album about dealing with death in unique ways. From the opener, "Night of My Death," a minute-and-a-half-long instrumental using a chorus, gentle acoustic guitar and trumpet as it's backbone, to the closing coda of "Spider," wherein it is learned that death is inevitable, etc, and to deal with it just par for the course. For most of the album, the idea of death is one to be avoided (check the chorus on "Skyscrapers" - "wondering how you managed to fly/don't touch the ground/no you'll never die"), or, approached with innocence (the drawings all over the album are childlike and crude, the lyrical content often approaching its subject with childlike reverence). It's hard, after only a few listens, to sort out what this album is actually about, but the themes are there. How did this band change so much? Is it a one-off case, like the Eels' Electro Shock Blues? Are these guys the heirs to the throne(s) of McLusky and Les Savy Fav? Is this the future??? - AG
File next to: The future?
ELUVIUM
Talk Amongst the Trees (Temporary Residence, www.temporaryresidence.com)
The new Eluvium album plays like the bright child of Brian Eno and Stars of the Lid. It's a thoroughly composed yet poppy ambient album that, while sparse, manages to get it's melodies stuck in your head. Plus it makes great make-out music. The first song, "New Animals from the Air" coasts on a three-note groove that would be annoying if the three notes weren't exactly the right ones. Meanwhile, it's further held together by the washes of ambient feedback and clicky keyboards. For over ten minutes it's the same cycle, but it's so good and so interesting that it never gets boring. Meanwhile, tracks like "Show Us Our Homes" and "Calm of the Cast-Light Cloud" use oceanic swells of melody and feedback to their full potential, generating waves of sounds that please. - AG
File next to: Eno, Stars of the Lid, Kranky, Labradford, Pan American.
FLOSSIN
Lead Singer(Ache, www.acherecords.com)
Combine the skills of three intensely original luminaries: drummer Zach Hill (Hella), Miguel Depedro (Kid 606), and Christopher Willits. What you get is an intensely original collaboration, something like Nervous Cop, only listenable. Layers of tonal feedback, distortion, and laptop mutation are underscored with Hill's insistent drumming, which, as with the Hella records, mutates constantly through the atmospheric musical haze. What this totally sounds like is the too-short Bitches Ain't Shit But Good People album that Hella released a few years ago, except instead of the guitar, a layer of computer sounds, and like the EP, some great keyboards and processing. - AG
File next to: Supergroups?
HIGHROAD NO.28
Dynamite Introspection (www.geocities.com/highroadno28)
I wouldn't say that I particularly liked this album, but perhaps it's because I haven't really been exposed to semi-heavy music. Although the songs weren't really my idea of greatness, it would be unfair to say they were terrible. With songs such as "Time Desolation," it was evident that Highroad No.28 used elements of metal while still having songs that I could a) understand the lyrics to and b) hear actual rhythm in, and for this I congratulate them. If you're into heavy metal, and yet you have the itch for something less typical-metal, then I think you would like this band. - JB
File Next to: Long hair, beards, and electric guitars?
HINTERLANDT AND KARRI O
Sitting, Going Places; Departures and Arrivals (Abflug, www.abflugrec.com)
This is the third release from Finnish new media label Abflug, brainchild of graphic designer, Karri Ojanen. It's a new media label because each of the releases is an enhanced CD with audio and video files. In this case, Australian Hinterlandt composes four tracks of experimental electro-pop. The music is very hallucinogenic, a variety of disjointed, sometimes clashing sounds, freely floating, are snapped into cohesion by a solid rhythms and become pop songs for fleeting moments before dissolving into a void of sonic textures. The whole process is so subtle that it sounds completely organic, as if the elements made this music up in the clouds during an airplane trip. Karri O's visuals consist of a minimalist collage of air travel footage which are accompanied by delicate microtechno music composed by the graphic designer. This is the best release yet from this obscure little label, well worth searching out. - MJ
File next to: Electro pop and video art.
IRON & WINE
Woman King(Sub Pop, www.subpop.com)
I spent a lot of time with the songs from Iron & Wine's Our Endless Numbered Days. Sam Beam's stripped-down arrangements, so lovingly wrapped around his old-timey lyrics, accompanied me on a post-November 2nd tour of the Blue States. Somehow, that seemed apt. Hearing music that harks back to a time when words, meaning and heart mattered was comforting as the results of the election started sinking in. If you don't know Iron & Wine's past releases, the songs effortlessly mix in an iPod playlist with Sufjan Stevens, Joanna Newsom, Jens Lekman and Gordon Lightfoot. Iron & Wine's new EP, Woman King, (a title that caused producer Brian Deck to quip, "Wouldn't that be `Queen'?") picks up where Beam left off, but by the end of the EP he has added in some tasteful electric guitar, percussion and piano and probably some of the most resonant lyrics he's written: "Thank God you see me the way you do. Strange as you are to me." Despite the quiet, gentle nature of Beam's songs, there is nothing tentative nor restrained about his work. There is simply no need to clutter with excessive instrumentation nor to fill in the spaces between the words and the chords. A quiet confidence that gets better with each listen. - LM
File next to: Sufjan, Joanna, Jens and Gordo.
THE LOST CAUSE
Memorial (SEJM; www.thelostcause.net)
I don't normally like to review bands that I know the members of, as it's kind of a partisan and slanted act, but since there's something comforting in the honest and upfront expressions of The Lost Cause that put me at ease and makes me feel I can say whatever I want about it, I'm gonna tell it like it is. The dynamic duo of Stephanie Earp (vocals/guitars) and Joel McConvey (drums) rock a thick line drawn between the tender confessions and vetches of indie pop and the heavier territory of rock-out duos like The Kills. The EP's raw recording brightens the rough edges of these five songs well and effectively keeps Earp's brazen vocals in the forefront. There are times, like in the awkwardly wordy Ani Difranco-isms of "I Knew This Would End Badly" when things don't feel as natural as maybe they should, but the solid, catchy pop assaults of "Document" and "Bring Your Light" make up for them with glory to spare. Catch them live to feel their full throttle energy ride through you. You won't regret it. - KH
File next to: Lisa Loeb, The Kills, complex relationships, drowning your regrets in beer-soaked poetry.
MAPS OF THE NIGHT SKY
Twilighters(Locust Mount; www.mapsofthenightsky.com)
I caught these cats live one night at a free music night and kinda dug `em. I liked the poetic depths they seemed to strive for, the Pavement-y feel to their song structures, the band's complete disregard for sickeningly typical indie cool posturing. They're doing their own thing and they're passionate about it, which is a hell of a lot more legitimate than contriving a post-punk band or jumping on some other bandwagon. Sure, there's this "dreary yet hopeful" sadness to their sound that isn't really my thing, but I can appreciate a little rain clouds sometimes This little five-song friend captures all of the band's plusses quite well. Definitely some promise here. - KH
File next to: Early Pavement on Prozac, Big Star, honesty, bearing heavy burdens.
MAXIMO PARK
Maximo Park (Warp; www.maximopark.com)
Although I only got a glimpse of this band, their two-song EP made me want to hear more. I mean, who can resist the combination of muffled guitars with a singer who has an English accent. Maximo Park's EP gave me the impression that they sound great on CD, but would be even better live. With the two songs "The Coast is Always Changing" and "The Night I Lost My Head," their tight sound is very poppy, and could definitely be compared to bands such as Franz Ferdinand or Razorlight. That being said, I think they have the potential to be something refreshing to the music scene. I recommend keeping an eye out for more tunes from these cool cats. - JB
File Next to: That catchy song you love to dance to.
HARRIS NEWMAN
Accidents With Nature and Each Other(Strange Attractors)
As opposed to following up his brilliant debut by plucking out more of the same mysteriously hypnotizing solo steel-string guitar work or moving further into ghostly psych-folk territory, engineer extraordinaire and acoustic guitar wizard Harris Newman moves into more spacey Constellation Records territory for large parts of his sophomore album, painting his down-home purist finger-picking with a broader emotional palette that creatively brings him back home again to the post-rock sound he helped create. There are still loads of solo guitar tracks here to keep fans of his first album, Non-Sequiturs, happy, but the added attention to band-style composition will appeal to those who appreciate Montreal's brand of harrowing protest. - KH
File next to:Hrsta, Jack Rose, John Fahey, Molasses, the Arizona skyline.
Catch Harris Newman live at Wavelength on March 6!
OH NO
The Disrupt (Stones Throw, www.stonesthrow.com)
Madlib. Stones Throw. Peanut Butter Wolf. This album is just soaked in cred, and it's hard to see why Oh No would pass that up - being that he's Madlib's little brother and all. And it's too bad about that, because once you know this, you kind of judge the music based on what Madlib has done previously. So I can say that it doesn't really compare in any way to the Madvillain album, to any of Quasimoto's stuff, or even to Yesterday's New Quintet. What's worse is that instead of even following in his brother's footsteps in the forward-thinking intellect-hop of recent years, Oh No is stuck in 1995, with weak rhymes and tons of shitty guest appearances. Ghostface tapped this vein to huger waves of success last year with Pretty Toney - go pick that up instead. - AG
File next to: What it wants to be but can't.
THE OLD SOUL
s/t (Hand of God)
There is probably nothing better in this world than something beautiful. And The Old Soul is a beautiful record! We're talking beautiful like Dennis Wilson before the beard, we're talking beautiful like Bone Machine on headphones, we're talking beautiful like a shot of Jalisco Mescal, we're talking beautiful like Gina Lollobrigida in sepia tone, we're talking beautiful like Brazil (the country and the movie) - if it's beautiful, we're talking! The Old Soul will be on display at Wavelength 251, February 20, and no doubt it'll be fuckin' beautiful. Beautiful like ex-White Star Line front-man Luca Maoloni and his band of bocce players, who kick our cooperative asses with this collection of circus music-psyche-wedding song-post punk-oompah-noise-synth-rock pop-ballads. Surprisingly enough, it's pretty easy to listen to after the third or fourth time around. The Old Soul is catchier than strep throat and not nearly as painful. It's beaut-... ah fuck it! -
File next to: Terry Gilliam vs. Sophia Loren, Yosh and Stan Shmenge vs. The Pink Robots, el Mariachi vs. Big Top Pee Wee.
OUTRAGEOUS CHERRY
Our Love Will Change the World (Rainbow Quartz, www.rainbowquartz.com)
From the opening song "Pretty Girls Go Insane," it was clear that this band was going to be a throw back to the `60s. With guitar solos reminiscent of The Animals, this band is all about incorporating a quality similar to the sounds of the British invasion. On songs such as "Our Love Will Change the World," it is evident that Outrageous Cherry uses simplistic lyrical content and guitar solos - a staple in each song, to create pop songs with soul. This album has a great flow, and was put together in a way that makes it seem like one long song with various reflections that have created a different response. If you want a very mellow album that makes you feel like you're in a different era, then this band is worth listening to. - JB
File Next to: Biscuits and Tea.
PANOPLY ACADEMY
Everything Here Was Built to Break(Secretly Canadian, www.secretlycanadian.com)
Although they've been around for a long time, the Panoply Academy has never shown up on my musical radar. The reason for this: they do the same thing as a lot of other bands I like, but they don't do it as well. Trying to fuse the heartfelt with the crazy, coming off like Owls and Royal City at a jam, or Joan of Arc making a record with Clem Snide, only a few of these songs work. Chief among these, the popping "Nom De Plume," which sounds like the best elements of all of those bands stirred up into something original. The rest of the stuff doesn't really touch that opening track, which is too bad, but understandable; as this is a collection of singles from the past decade, it's hard to reconcile this with their other stuff (none of which I've heard). - AG
File next to: This album has awesome artwork; therefore, you can't judge a book by it's cover.
SUBTLE
A New White(Lex, www.lexrecords.com)
Adam Doseone Drucker has been making interesting music for a long time. As one third of cLOUDDEAD, he brought the outer reaches of experimental hip-hop together with lovely, blunted melodies. He's collaboration with Boom Bip was one of the strangest, most personal hip-hop albums of 2003, and his nasal, fluid vocals can be found all over records by Hood and Fog, among others. After cLOUDDEAD split up this year, it became pretty clear that Dose was the MC spirit of the band. Why? went on to record fairly middling, folky indie rock, and when was the last time anyone heard from Odd Nosdam? Sure, his Atari by way of a Maya Tone drum machine beats were cool, but there are other people out there doing it better. Which is what it comes down to with Subtle, the new group that Dose is heading. It's the logical extension of cLOUDDEAD, moving away from the suite-like nature of their pieces and into a more song-based form, though still kept by Dose's weird tone-poetry. A New White is a very good album, making it pretty clear that Drucker's got his head together when it comes to what he wants to create. - AG
File next to: Anticon and Lex. The oneness?
SB = SHAUNNA BEDNAREK, JB = JASMYN BURKE, JD = JONNY DOVERCOURT, AG =
ANTHONY GERACE, KH = KEVIN HAINEY, MJ = MARINKO JAREB, LM = LISA
MORAN, WJR = WESLEY J RAMOS
Top 4T
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005KEVIN SHUTTERBUG
1 Glissandro 70: "Bolan Muppets"
2 Buffy The Vampire Slayer
3 Occasional video games
4 Stretches!
JAYDAWG
1 Grand Theft Bus
2 As The Poets Affirm
3 Afrobeat still rocks my socks - hot chicks just can't get enough of it!
4 Freezing Weather and Blizzards still can't stop the Rock
AMY BOSSY
1 Movin'
2 Packin'
3 Bacon
4 Laughin'
RYAN HARDY
1 Wavelength, for taking a chance on a hungry young brother
2 www.stylusmagazine.com, for taking a chance on that same brother, post-Wavelength
3 Bpitch Control
4 My mom
AMY LEIGH
1 See
2 ya
3 never
4 Toronto!
STEVE KADO
1 Amy G
2 Lanark
3 Everything
4 Wavelength zines
SHAUNNA BEDNAREK
1 www.livejournal.com/community/
ohnotheydidnt
2 www.stereogum.com
3 www.thesuperficial.com
4 www.imdb.com/wenn
MATT BLAIR
1 Pope Paul, Malcolm X
2 British politician sex
3 JFK blown away
4 What else do I have to say?
SERGE SLIPACHE
1 Skylights
2 The dufferin hotel
3 No dynamics
4 Fucked shit
RYAN MCLAREN
1 New apartment!
2 Cautious optimism and hard work is the new cynicism and apathy!
3 The future!
4 Pie and coffee!
WAIT TYPEOS
1 The temporary
2 suggests the only outline
3 we've of forever,
4 I guess I'll go back to writing my haikus in bathrooms.
MATTHEW MCDONOUGH
1 Glissandro 70 recordings
2 Buck A Beer's effect on Sunday afternoon proceedings
3 Pay What You Can
4 Print What You Can Afford
STEVEN VENN
1 Cranked electric heat
2 The Go! Team - Thunder, Lighting, Strike
3 Low - The Great Destroyer
4 The Wire on DVD
STEVEN HIMMELFARB
1 Capacity, my ass.
2 7am-4pm, my ass.
3 Aviator, my ass.
4 The Wavelength zine, my ass.
ANTHONY GERACE
1 House of Leaves
2 Dionaea-House.com
3 The Navidson Record
4 that freaks me out a lot
WESLEY JESS RAMOS
1 Maiden Japan
2 Turkish Delight
3 Italian Job
4 English Beat
JASMYN BURKE
1 My birthday
2 Reading week
3 Coming inside a nice toasty home
4 My birthday!
ESP
1 44
2
3 168
4 200
MARINKO JAREB's TOP 4 THINGS TO DO IN NELSON, BC
1 Ski
2 Burn weed and eat mushrooms
3 Dance and drink at Wasabi Collective events
4 Pretend to be an artist
TAB SIDDIQUI
1 The Varsity (natch)
2 eye Weekly (hi, Stuart)
3 Harper's (everyone should hear Lewis Lapham speak before he keels over)
4. Wavelength (the `zine - "hiatus" means "coming back soon," right?)
JULIE LYRAE
1 Turning
2 30
3 February
4 17th
LEE WISE
1 Lee Marvin
2 Spike Lee
3 Jonny Lee Miller
4 Lee Majors
KATE MCGEE
1 Jon-Rae with a CHOIR!
2 Sword dancing busted my pants
3 Crying, my glasses busted
4 Positivity trumps whiny bitches!
JONNY DOVERCOURT
1 The Complaint Department
2 The Internet
3 The DVD format
4 The Sheraton Centre
DOC PICKLES
1 Meditating about the colour blue
2 Remembering the future
3 Visiting my friends in my dreams
4 Imagining the past
Compare & Contrast
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005Our contestants are the two great popularizers and champions of new and emerging musical forms - from swing to the beloved rap/metal crossover - in American music, from the 1930s to the present day. They discovered (or re-discovered) and produced work by artists that they liked, rather than what was dictated to them by factors such as a segregated marketplace or what was acceptable for radio. This revolutionized the recording industry by enabling the crossover, emergence and full acceptance of new kinds of music. Besides making a tremendous amount of money, they helped bridge the cultural and racial divisions in America through mostly musical means.
Background: John Hammond, Sr. (not to be confused with his son, blues musician John Hammond, Jr.) was born in 1910 in New York. He showed a talent and appreciation for music at an early age. Hearing blues legend Bessie Smith sing live in 1927 would remain an influence on Hammond for the rest of his life. Leaving his musical studies behind he started producing records, having his first hit by pianist Garland Wilson in 1930.
He worked as a music journalist in the 1930s and continued producing records for jazz and blues artists such as Bessie Smith, Robert Johnson, Benny Goodman, Lionel Hampton, Fletcher Henderson, Count Basie and Billie Holiday, among many others. He was devoted to bringing African-American music to white audiences and worked to remove the colour barrier in the music industry. He was an early member of the NAACP and owned fully integrated nightclubs. After serving in WWII, he concentrated on recording and promoting classical music. Moving to Columbia Records in the late `50s, he discovered and worked with the legendary Bob Dylan, Aretha Franklin (who sold few records at Columbia as a gospel singer), folk singer Pete Seeger, and a very young Bruce Springsteen. His last discovery was blues guitar legend Stevie Ray Vaughan. Hammond died in 1987.
Rick Rubin was born in Long Island in 1963. He grew up obsessed with The Beatles and the punk and metal of the 70s . Gravitating towards hip-hop (what he considered to be black punk), he founded Def Jam Records with Russell Simmons and in 1984 started putting out records. The deluge of fantastic records that Rick Rubin made helped define what was exciting in the `80s and a reaction against safe rap and pop artists with nothing to say. Wanting to branch out from hip-hop, he later left Def Jam and New York, locating to Los Angeles to form Def American (later American) Records. In the `90s he produced acts such as Tom Petty, Donovan and Aerosmith.
The impact of Public Enemy and Anthrax's version of "Bring the Noise" alone cannot be overestimated and places Rubin as an important figure in modern cultural life.
Methods: The methods that both used were exceedingly simple. Bruce Springsteen walked off the street into Hammond's office, avoided eye contact, sang one song with an acoustic guitar and was signed on the spot. Rubin simply works with acts he likes, from AC/DC to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, and even made Johnny Cash a big star again before his death in 2003.
In the studio, both were fond of spare production when it was needed most, for example Bob Dylan's first album's off-the-cuff intimacy and the forceful simplicity of LL Cool J and Run-DMC's early work. Rubin likes to mess with people's expectations: the hard rock/metal (as opposed to disco) samples on his early work, and how he was responsible for cajoling Red Hot Chili Peppers to unleash "Under the Bridge" on an unsuspecting populace.
Smokey Highly Recommends: John Hammond: the work of the artists mentioned is all pretty awesome. Rick Rubin: Run-DMC Raising Hell (1986), Slayer - Reign in Blood (1986), Public Enemy - Yo! Bum Rush the Show (1987) and It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back(1988), Beastie Boys - Licensed to Ill (1987), Johnny Cash - American Recordings (1994).
Boy Detectives
By wavelength ~ Posted Friday, February 4th 2005ALONE IN THE DARK
(directed by Uwe Boll, starring Christian Slater + Tara Reid)
JASON: The best thing about Alone in the Dark is obviously the casting - I haven't seen such a star-studded line-up since The Cannonball Run 2. Christian Slater, Tara Reid and Stephen Dorff together on a film set in Vancouver... think of the amount of damage they could do. Really, there shouldn't be anything left of the city for those crappy CGI monsters to destroy. Christian and Tara were out with Ben Affleck the infamous evening when he got smothered in B.C. strippers and J-Lo had to fly in to rescue him. Van City just brings out the worst in people.
JONNY: And the best thing about the casting of Alone in the Dark is the way Tara Reid pronounces "NewFOUNDland" - actually, the way she reads all her lines like a bored high school girl reading aloud from a textbook. That's also really the only Canadiana reference besides the ubiquitous Haida totem poles at the museum, which fit nicely with the P.C. pseudo-ethnic soundtrack, yet at the same time the filmmakers feel free to rewrite native peoples' history, just like in Alien vs. Predator. So you kinda liked this, eh? I found it mostly dull and incoherent, though there were two awesome things: the monster taking down both helicopters, and the girl with her head split open.
JASON: Man, that little bit of good old-fashioned gore goes a long way when the rest of the movie looks like it was jimmied up on a G3. But we ain't done talking about Tara. Her second-best moment: when she and Slater are getting stalked by some spiky creature and she says [imagine bored, slightly drunk monotone delivery] "The hair on the back of my neck just stood up." I thought: don't worry about it, just wet it down with some Jagermeister. And what was she so scared of, anyway? The lizard beasts? The cheap-o zombie people? The GAP employees in paramilitary gear? Jonny, what the hell was this movie even about? I was too busy trying to figure out why Slater was dressed like Stallone in Cobra.
JONNY: Weren't you paying attention during that opening prologue scroll? The guy was reading it to us, in case we were functionally illiterate. So, there was this ancient ancient Native American civilization, and they found these monsters that live in the dark, and then these bad people from the 1970s used them to possess some poor kids in an orphanage, and that's what made Tara Reid's boob pop out of her dress at P-Diddy's party, and start to melt!
JASON: What's that boob made of, anyway? Marzipan?
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