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In my wee pre-“indie” years from about 1989 to 1994 I was on the border of being unhealthily obsessed with the label 4AD. I fanatically admired their aesthetic, their catalog, Wolfgang Press’s cover of “Mama Told Me Not To Come”. These folks, after all, made such albums possible as The Pixies – Doolittle, Lush – Split, Throwing Muses – The Real Ramona, and The The – Burning Blue Soul and on and on and on.
If you think you’re new to 4AD, or not totally familiar with their work, you’re probably wrong – check out their recent catalog and noteworthy releases – it’ll blow your mind
But then my love for 4AD faded … occasionally events like the signing of M Ward or Camera Obscura to recording or distribution deals had me applauding politely on the inside inside hoping that 4AD would again become the force that molded young music minded minds with their eclectic and fascinating acts…and then, The Big Pink happened, boasting the auditory grandeur of the 4AD heyday. Even old stand by visual genius, Vaughan Oliver, the graphic designer for such albums as Modern Englishes “After The Snow” and The Pixies’ “Doolittle” is responsible for their cover art. Also?, co-mixed by Alan Moulder late of Creation Records (JAMC producer… Ride and My Bloody Valentine mixing fame! :dies:) (also mixed by Rich Costey, who’s done some Interpol stuff and maybe some other stuff- but ALAN MOULDER YAY!)
Current video obsessions “Too Young To Love”
Current song obsession is available via their website – “Dominos”
Their debut album “A Brief History of Love” releases in the U.S. September 15th…get excited.
I saw art-pop band Flotation Walls a few weeks ago at PA’s Lounge with friends St. Claire, who have known the band since their high school days in Columbus, OH. St. Claire’s lovely lead singer had told me good things about the band, but I had already decided that I wasn’t going out to the show. Luckily a solid text message guilt trip broke through my shownertia (See what I did there??? Brilliant.) and I made it out. Their live show totally blew me away: you can read all about it here.
I purchased their album, Nature, at the show, and haven’t stopped listening to it since. It’s a masterfully produced, lush, layered album; it’s dynamically varied, brilliantly arranged, and totally unique.
The album opens with the life-affirming “Sperm & Egg,” which starts out as a lilting, French-café style waltz in which frontman Carlos Avendaño sings sweetly about impregnation. The track expands to include cymbal-heavy textural drums and one of the album’s constant choral motifs. “Sperm & Egg” segues into “Worms,” a frantic, sample-heavy electronica piece about death. The song ends with a choral track and moves into “Kids, Look at the Waves,” an elegant acoustic-guitar based love song with an unexpectedly strong bridge. The fourth track, “The Flickering Projection” is one of my favorites on the album. Structure-wise, it’s more straight-ahead than the preceding tracks, but the dynamics keep it totally interesting, and the backing choral tracks are expertly deployed to gorgeous effect on the catchy-as-hell chorus.
Even on tracks that are less existential in nature and more narrative, like the almost precious “Willis the Fireman” and surreal “Timmy Twofingers,” Flotation Walls exhibit a musical seriousness that gives the album real heft. There are no throwaway tracks. “Frozen Lake”, “Body,” and the lovely paean “I’ve Seen Death and His Tremendous Pink Eyes” are all gorgeous in scope. The only comparisons that come to mind, at least in terms of arrangement, are the vast songscapes of Sigur Ros or Arcade Fire. Nature is a big, ambitious album, and every track feels important. My favorite is tension-laden track nine, “The Sky Ejaculates,” which starts softly and sweetly, breaks halfway through for a beautifully orchestrated interlude, and then cracks into a spare, powerful bridge.
The album closes tastefully with the quiet acoustic guitar and piano-based “Wet With Light.” I was surprised, at first listen, with the subtlety of the final track, but I appreciate how calmly the album ends. It feels complete; a beautifully conceived album from start to finish.
For purchasing information please see the Flotation Walls official site.
Boston music fans and longtime residents received a jolt last week when it was announced that venerable rock station WBCN (104.1 FM) would, as of August 13, be no more. In its place, Mix 94.5 would move to WBCN’s station address at 104.1 while 98.5 would become Boston’s first FM all sports talk station.
While most music fans, and surely many listeners from BCN’s “salad days” (ie 70s and 80s), probably have not listened to the station for years (it did enjoy a brief boost in listenership when Howard Stern’s syndicated show replaced longtime BCN morning host, and FM radio legend Charles Laquidara’s Big Mattress show in the 90s), most folks I’ve spoken to in the Boston area displayed sadness of some sort. Even though musically, in recent years WBCN seemed more like it was in 1997 rather than 2009, the station still had some aspects that drew people in (local music show Boston Emissions, re-energized by new host Angelle Wood, afternoon drive switched to morning drive DJs Toucher & Rich, etc) it is still sad time for Boston and national radio.
Now it’s no secret that music industry has been hurting the last several years, and nowhere has that been more evident than the radio landscape. Article after article and industry pundit after industry pundit point to the rise of iPods and mp3s and downloading and, of course, illegal file sharing/stealing have been pointed out as the cause of these issues. I would argue that these things are less the cause of the downturn of radio than the effects of an industry that, long ago, lost touch with its cutomer base and has no idea what their customers want (hence the rise of the shock jock and the right wing talk show host – not that people don’t want these things, but controversy is the easiest thing to garner attention and sell… and controversy is what both groups deal almost exclusively with).
No, the modern problem with radio began with the telecommunications act of 1996, enacted under the Clinton Administration. In that, the FCC (that is The Federal Communications Commision – that is the SOLE arbiter of our limited resources, the public airwaves, an APPOINTED, not elected body I might add), removed all the limits that had been put into place nearly 70 years earlier to the amount of radio stations any one entity could own in one geographical area. Similar laws exist to restrict ownership of television stations and newspapers as well. These laws were enacted to make sure media moguls such as William Randolph Hearst or, more relevant to today, Rupert Murdoch wouldn’t have a monopoly on (and therefore strict control of ) the media in one geographical location as this was viewed to be a dangerous thing.
But the argument went, with so many networks and media outlets today, that this was no longer a concern, and so media monopolies were no longer an issue. So what happened? Well, immediately a few companies, most notably Clear Channel, went on buying sprees and created networks of hundreds or thousands of radio stations owned by a single corporate entity (here I will note that both 98.5 and wbcn have been owned by CBS Radio for sometime).
“Coincidentally” (or, uh, not) around the late 90s is when radio playlists, for all kinds of music, started to change from a period when a wide variety of songs/artists/playlists to a very structured, narrow one. Ever notice how, whatever the genre of a station – though it’s particularly noticeable on the oldies stations – that you can hear the same 10-15 songs over and over again in the course of a week or so? On Top 40 stations, or those that purport to traffic in “new” musics, this is less noticeable as we all have become used to the hit songs being beaten into the ground. But on oldies stations this issues becomes easier to notice simply because there are soooo many oldies to play, no matter if it’s country, rock, jazz, skiffle, whatever (ok, maybe not so much skiffle), that one could easily play the hits from the past and not have a repeat for weeks.
I bring all this up because there was an article in yesterday’s Boston Globe lamenting the loss of WBCN as a boston institution, which is very true. Signing on in 1968, WBCN was one of the original FM rock stations that showed that both rock music AND stations on the FM radio band could be viable, popular and profitable. It started out as free form radio a. J. Geils Band lead singer Peter Wolf was an early DJ (before joining the band). The station helped break new bands in the states (both the Police and U2 had Boston as their first US tour date and were both heavily promoted by WBCN – as any recent listener heard the station trumpet ad nauseum in recent years).
The problem with the article, who’s focus is that young folks today do not look to radio for new music, is that it says that iPods and downloading, and that people finding new music from the internet, from blogs and podcasts, is the CAUSE of this phenomema. I would argue that this is not the case at all. The internet is not the cause of radio no longer being the main introduction to new music and artists.
Back in the late 90s, in the shadow of that telecommuncations act, file compression technology – ie, the ability to shrink the size of a music file without great loss in sound quality (CDs can hold over 700mb of data, but that still only translates to a little more than an hour of recorded music without compression) – combined with most internet connections being only of dial-up speeds made file sharing and digital music files on computers little more than a pipedream. Yet this was also the time the consolidation of radio stations began in earnest.
Through out the 1980s, WFNX (101.7) was the new modern rock music kid on the scene in Boston and, much like BCN 12 years earlier, was considered a major innovator and taste maker – with a national influence as well as local. While BCN had come of age in the classic rock era, and played a role in making much of what is considered classic rock classic, FNX came of age in the second, or new wave, of british invaders. They were one of the first stations nationally to regularly play the Sex Pistols, The Smiths, The Cure, Bauhaus, and a host of other (at the time) modern rock artists.
But in the late 90s and early 2000s, as consolidation continued, the FNX and BCN playlists got closer and closer together. Both stations played Incubus and Staind and Radiohead. The differences would be in the “classics” they would play (when they played them). BCN would occassionally play some Hendrix or Zeppelin, while FNX would occasionally play Morrisey or New Order.
Since Radiohead, name 4 acts that have become huge on a body of work (ie, not one or two songs or records… and not bands that have huge hits that seem to annoy nearly everyone and then dissappear after a few years – you know, Limp Bizkit, Korn, Creed, Nickleback, etc).
You can’t, can you? And the Flaming Lips do not count. Why? Because outside of circles of folks who are obsessed with modern rock/pop music, I’ve found many folks who have still never heard of the Flaming Lips and are surprised at the name. As a kid, my dad hated rock and liked jazz, and my ma listened to “beautiful music stations” – so I never heard what most folks grew up with as classic rock… yet I still had heard of Led Zeppelin and Hendrix and CCR and The Doors. Only Radiohead seems to have that sort of cache today.
Is it any coincidence that since the consolidation of radio both no new artists of substance have emerged (Radiohead snuck in just under the wire and, as much as I like them, I think they are slightly more critically praised than they would have otherwise been because of the hunger for newer, relevent and innovative artists)?
I think not. Disgraced former NY Governor Eliot Spitzer was the NY Attorney General before he was governor. And many musicians and music fans knew of him because he helped break up what had become a modern payola scheme in the radio industry, and it was consolidation that made it possible.
These corporate conglomerate owners, with 1000s of stations under their control, began to run them like they would run any retail franchise…. like the product list for sale at a Best Buy, or a Wendy’s menu, they established their “menus” (ie, radio station playlists) at their corporate headquarters and sent the same playlists for each radio format/genre to the stations they owned. Hence the oldies stations playing the same pool of maybe 100 songs seemingly over and over and over again.
This left no room for DJs to program their shows, to play the hot new tracks they heard from some record they’d just purchased or some tip they got from a counterpart elsewhere in the country, or europe, or from college radio. It also left no more room for regional hits, which could often expand to become national hits.
Additionally, little “consulting” firms sprung up, in which the people in these firms had contacts high up in companies like Clear Channel. If a record company wanted to promote a new artist’s song, or even a new song from an established artist, it had to go to one of these consulting firms and pay them a substantial amount of money to have the firm “exert its influence” over the corporate station owners to add a song to a playlist.
This would be the payola scheme that Spitzer was in the forefront of prosecuting. Record companies testified that they had to pay a million dollars in most cases to get a single song on national playlists. Even in this day and age of 700 billion dollar corporate bailouts, one million a song will seriously cut down on the amount of songs that, regardless of the quality of the song, have a chance to become a hit.
And yet some records still sneak in somehow. Though it still seems far fetched today, it seems less far fetched than in 2000, that a record of old time bluegrass and southern spirituals could sell millions of copies, but that’s exactly what the soundtrack to the Coen Brother’s 2000 film “Oh Brother Where Art Thou” did back in 2001.
People crave music, new music, real music. More than teenagers listen to and enjoy music, yet most music today is clearly packaged and marketed to teenagers. For something of substance, something in which the make up artist and the wardrobe assistant don’t even exists, let alone share equal importance with the producers and songwriters, one generally has to hunt to find music. The internet provides tons of it. And there is a ton of good stuff. But as always, there’s more terrible stuff than good stuff.
Clearly, in the age of google, the internet is NOT a filter of information. This was the role radio played. It tossed songs up against the wall for us to check out and then decide if we liked or not. Now we actively search, and we search in a much more fragmented world. It’s not many people’s jobs to tell the world of new great music these days. And those few who do, tend to be bottomline business folk and not music fans.
And this is the opportunity I believe CBS Radio and the rest of the WBCN braintrust, in their decision to turn the station into an all-sports talk station, are missing. I admit I am a sports fan, and I do love football and the Patriots (who’s games WBCN has carried for the last several years) HOWEVER, in this era of 24 hour news cycles and 24 hour sports channels that are devoted to a single sport, I believe we have reached over saturation. Yes, in difficult economic times many folks turn to entertainment, of which sports is a very prominent member, to get them through. But this sports era is very different than previous sports eras during economic hardship. This is the first one to deal with petulant players whinning over how the millions they receive are not enough, and boldly act like prima donnas in the process. Team owners regularly fleece their home cities for tax breaks, and handouts of public funds to build bigger stadiums to give billionaires even more profit sources.
The new Yankees stadium has, in recent months, been found to have secretly used public funds to help build while charging initially over $2,000 a seat for prime seats. As a result, one of the big stories early in the baseball season was the amount of empty seats at Yankees games in the new stadium – empty seats for a team that throughout its history has been the singularly most popular american sports franchise kind of says it all, no? Sure the team reduced those $2k seat prices by half, but they were still reportedly over $1200 a seat.
It is into this climate, which if the economy gets any worse I think a serious pro-sports price gouging backlash could occur, that CBS Radio is beginning yet another sports station in an already over saturated with sports culture.
They *could* have taken a chance and had WBCN make its own, less tightly regulated, program list. I believe it would be no riskier than the sports talk station, and yet they would be able to revive their “innovative” reputation and, if it were run the right way and given time to find its legs, could grow into something new and money making.
The reason those Mike FM stations are popular is NOT because of the lack of DJs, but rather because they play a wide variety of music. Most people who like music like a wide variety, yet companies niche market and narrow playlists to death because of this.
And now the Boston Radio Landscape has been niche marketed to the death of a Boston Institution. Even if we hadn’t really listened to the station for years, it’s loss is a loss for all of us.
Working on a longer post about the demise of Boston’s venerable WBCN and something about the lost last best opportunity for radio to make itself a vital portion of the music industry…. this should be up by tonite or tommorrow morning.
But in the meantime, two videos that are each sublime in their own, completely oppositional ways.
Vodpod videos no longer available.
Second, from our friend Rodrigo Van Stoli of Noble Rot and Bang Camaro, a power ballad by the band Steel Panther that is completely NSFW for visuals and audios, but pretty funny for all the most base, childish reasons.
Posted in Film, tagged Asteroids, Baywatch, Brad Pitt, Fred Ward, Hong Kong Phooey, Joel Grey, Land Of The Lost, MacGruber, Moneyball, Remo Williams, Saturday Night Live, Steven Soderbergh, The Onion, Will Forte on July 17, 2009| Leave a Comment »
Hot on the heels of Will Ferrell’s Land Of The Lost dissappearing faster than any movie this side of Battleship Earth, over the last 2 weeks or so, the newswire of the Onion’s AV Club has reported these “scintillating” movies that have just been greenlighted for production – and not ALL are remakes of 90s movies:
Moneyball – Yes, the book about Oakland A’s General Manager Billy Beane’s ability to find good baseball players on the cheap is going to be made into a movie. With Brad Pitt no less (originally Steven Soderbergh was to direct). Now that sports video games have added the player contract aspect to the “gameplay” I suppose this was inevitable.
Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins – The bizarre attempt to cast Fred Ward (probably most famous for his turn as astronaut Gus Grissom in The Right Stuff and as Kevin Bacon’s handy work seeking partner in Tremors) as an action hero – complete with Cabaret star, and very caucasian, Joel Grey as his Korean mentor… The original flopped even as it was being set up as a franchise…. Wonder what will happen when the adventure begins again.
MacGruber – Ahhh yes, it’s been a while since a moderately funny SNL sketch became a feature length movie (It’s Pat!). And of all the recurring characters of the current cast, Will Forte’s Macgruber parody of mulleted 80s TV hero MacGyver is the one that seems to lose it’s flavor faster than a stick of fruitstripe gum. So of course it’s the first movie choice.
Baywatch – the movie. Not sure I really need to say much about this one. But we all know that without an R rating and The Hoff, well, maybe in a few years one could pick it up on a double feature dvd also featuring Land Of The Lost.
Hong Kong Phooey – Excellent! Poorly animated 70s cartoon about a dog who’s a janitor who turns into a kung fu hero as combination live action animated film. While I know without watching it that my memories of the original are much better than it actually was, here’s hoping this one can actually be worse than the Scooby Doo movies (still can’t believe a second one was made…. who the hell is buying all these tickets???) AND Land Of The Lost.
Asteroids. The Video Game. The Movie. Yup, ever since I first played the classic early 80s game of a triangle avoiding other line drawings in roughly the shape of rocks I’ve thought, “wow – if only they could write a script for this and, instead of actively participating, I could sit on my ass and just watch this for 100 minutes, that would be fantastic.”
Here’s hoping that Cooking For Dummies will soon be a new film franchise…
and “thanks” to the Onion’s AV Club for distributing all this wonderful news…