Review for www.nomoreworkhorse.com
https://nomoreworkhorse.com/2018/11/19/ed-harcourt-beyond-the-end-album-review/
Monday, November 19, 2018
Monday, November 12, 2018
Ryley Walker – The Lillywhite Sessions – Album Review
Review for www.nomoreworkhorse.com
https://nomoreworkhorse.com/2018/11/12/ryley-walker-the-lillywhite-sessions-album-review/
https://nomoreworkhorse.com/2018/11/12/ryley-walker-the-lillywhite-sessions-album-review/
Wednesday, November 7, 2018
Protomartyr - The Agent Intellect
Protomartyr released their third album Agent Intellect in 2015. Previous album Under Color of Official Right had mixed punk workouts with more melodic tracks and this album is similar.
Opening with The Devil In His Youth, this track is like a punkier Strokes, with its highly melodic guitar lines. An almost spaghetti western style guitar introduces Cowards Starve, a track a little reminiscent of Come & See on their previous album. Many of the first few songs barrel by without leaving a huge impression. It's not until track 5, Pontiac 87 that we begin full immersion. The track sounds like a harder version of the National, with Greg Ahee's guitar work oscillating between clean, crisp lines and fuzzed-out heavy riffs, perfect for Joe Casey to growl over. Dope Cloud excels through Ahee's strong guitar work.
Later, Why Does It Shake? makes a strong argument to be the strongest track here, with a danceable rhythm punctuated by incisive guitar riffs and a powerful vocal from Casey. Ellen drops the intensity a little, with a brilliantly ghoulish melody before becoming drowned in noise towards the end of the song, and the album finishes with the angry Joy Division stylings on Feast of Stephen.
Overall, a bit of a hit and miss album from Protomartyr. The highs are very strong, but there are too many second grade tracks.
Labels:
Greg Ahee,
Joe Casey,
Protomartyr,
review,
The Agent Intellect,
Why Does It Shake
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Neil Halstead - Sleeping On Roads
By 2002 Neil Halstead had become progressively mellower post-Slowdive and Mojave 3. His debut solo album saw him go full Nick Drake, all whispery vocals and rolling folk signatures. Opener Seasons takes a simple two chord motif through the song, and its wistful melody and guitar playing create a highly effective atmosphere. It's the standout on the album. After this we get the low key folk of Two Stones In My Pocket, followed by Driving With Bert. The combination of brass and guitar picking on the latter gives it a timeless feel.
Hi-Lo and In Between and final track High Hopes have a simple warmth to them that evokes very early Dylan, while Martha's Mantra nods to coffeehouse folk like Simon and Garfunkel. One of the more uptempo tracks is See You On Rooftops, which arrives in time to prevent this album from falling into something of a hazy stupor. A combination of soaring keyboards and fuzzy electric join the acoustic reverie, filling out the sound nicely.
Certainly a pleasant, comforting listen for those who like folky guitars.
Labels:
Neil Halstead,
review,
Seasons,
Sleeping On Roads,
Slowdive
Monday, November 5, 2018
My Gateway to The Smiths
Article for www.nomoreworkhorse.com
https://nomoreworkhorse.com/2018/11/05/my-gateway-to-the-smiths/
https://nomoreworkhorse.com/2018/11/05/my-gateway-to-the-smiths/
Sunday, November 4, 2018
Soundgarden - Down On The Upside
Soundgarden released Down On The Upside in 1996, just before the band went on hiatus for a number of years. This album doesn't get the credit that Badmotorfinger and Superunknown get, possibly because there are 16 songs on it, a lot for anyone to digest.
Opening with the driving rock one-two of Pretty Noose and Rhinosaur, Chris Cornell is on fine voice, backed up by Kim Thayil's bruising riffs. And it's not just bluster here: Cornell exhibits his fine lower register croon on Zero Chance. The nihilistic Blow Up the Outside World isn't a million miles away from Black Hole Sun, while Burden In My Hand is arguably the strongest track here. Aided by a driving set of guitar riffs, it's a gloriously downbeat anthem to failure.
The band embrace many different styles here. The punk-as-fuck Ty Cobb barrels along at speed with a chorus of "hard headed fuck you all". On the other hand, Applebite has some almost post-rock, bleak guitar licks, with Cornell's vocal heavily distorted.
There is a lot of material here to digest, and towards the end of the album there are fewer standouts. Overfloater has a real late-period Led Zeppelin vibe to it, reminiscent of No Quarter. Final track Boot Camp is almost like an elegy for the band, with slow, heavy, mournful riffs and Cornell singing lyrics ripe for analysis: "must obey the rules... no staring at the clouds... I must contain my views... there must be something good far away from here". It's a stark ending to an essential Soundgarden release.
Saturday, November 3, 2018
Sun Kil Moon - This Is My Dinner
Sun Kil Moon albums arrive with depressing regularity these days. As a former purveyor of amazing songs, Mark Kozelek has turned his back on the music he built his reputation on in favour of a spontaneous, record it as it happens approach. But I am reviewing this for old time's sake. Six months after his previous album, a double album full of banal musings about his life in place of song lyrics. Some of the music is jazz-tinged (This Is Not Possible) or borderline hiphop (Linda Blair). We get songs written from an airplane seat (Copenhagen, Candles and David Cassidy).
There are positives. The music on the title track, Candles and David Cassidy is sunlit and uplifting, with soft focus electric guitars, twinkling piano but, like almost all his recent work, overlong. He covers David Cassidy's perky C'mon Get Happy, which is mercifully short. This is followed by his third recorded cover of ACDC's Rock n Roll Singer. Musically it's not bad, but Kozelek bawls most of the lyrics before holding a note for an uncomfortable 40 seconds. Perhaps this is Sun Kil Moon covering Mark Kozelek's cover of the ACDC song?
But any hope the album has of succeeding is ruined by, not what Kozelek sings but how he sings it. It's all delivered in the bored-sounding speak/sing style he has patented of late. That's not to mention his blood-curdling, demonic growling on Linda Blair.
Who on earth is going to discover Mark Kozelek/Sun Kil Moon through an album like this?? There's no end to this, with another new album due out next March.
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