We were delighted to see Bebel Gilbertoagain this year. In case you still don’t know, Ms. Gilberto is bossa nova royalty and has one of the loveliest voices on the planet. She played at a small venue outside Washington D.C. while we were on a trip there last month.
It was just her and her guitarist, Guerreiro Montero, playing an intimate set of some of her favorites like “Baby,” “Aganju,” “Simplesmente,” “Mais Feliz,” and her fine covers of Neil Young‘s “Harvest Moon” and Radiohead‘s “Creep.”
It was our first time seeing her without a percussionist, but she and Montero did a great job and kept everyone entertained and bouncing. Ms. Gilberto knows how to work an audience and stage and there was a funny moment when she bowed and accidentally knocked her microphone off its stand. She bent over to pick it up and the top of her dress came undone as she did so. Montero, blushing and giggling all the while, had to fix the wardrobe malfunction on stage. She handled it well and used the moment to make jokes and flirt with the audience.
She recently finished her spring tour, but don’t miss her show if she’s near you. Any opportunity to see her live should be taken.
Blush is a lovely electro record from Mexico City Blondes (Greg Doscher and Allie Thompson) that blends dub beats, trip hop touches, and lounge jazz.
The album opens with the snappy, funky “Out to Dry,” with Thompson’s vocals hopping around Doscher’s processed beats and effective rhythm guitar work. As soon as you hear “Addio,” you realize the decision to make it the first single from Blush was a no-brainer. The Blondes make no attempt to hide their love of Portishead as Thompson’s vocals move like a warm breeze across a rooftop nightclub full of frisky people.
“Road Noise” builds to a cool groove for the afterparty following that rooftop nightclub. Thompson’s vocals on “Thick as Thieves” remind me of Emily Haines from Metric, but Doscher keeps the track from drifting into stadium rock by rooting it with elements of synth wave in-between the electro-pop. The rattlesnake-like beats of “Yellow Sunshine” add a thrilling touch to the adventure offered by Thompson’s lyrics (“We are only looking for peace of mind. We are always keeping our eyes on the prize.”).
“Thin Line” has Thompson revealing dark secrets as she sings, “I know what it’s like on the other side.” Doscher brings in an acoustic guitar to surprise us at the beginning of “Crimson” as the beats and Thompson’s vocals swell to a trippy bliss. Thompson’s vocals are especially lovely as she sings about the risks of love on “Off the Hook.” “Sunny Day” is deceptively heavy (and those little saxophone flairs!) and deserves to be mixed by DJ’s worldwide. “All night, I keep on thinkin that you’ll never change,” Thompson sings on “All Night.” She knows she’s in a relationship that will ultimately go nowhere, but she can’t resist the moments as they come. “Reasons Why” flows well between dance beats, ambient synths, and trip hop flavors. The album closes with “Planet Caravan,” the sexiest song on the album with its languid guitars, Thompson’s mirage-like vocals, and slow seduction beats.
So far, Blush is the best make-out record I’ve heard this year. It’s also one of the best chill records and electro records I’ve heard so far in 2019. You’ll dig it.
Texas punks Bad Sports (Daniel Fried – bass and vocals, Orville Neeley – guitar and vocals, Gregory Rutherford – drums) have been blasting in the indie scene for over a decade, and their newest album, Constant Stimulation, brings fire, rage, wisdom, snark, and riffs. Plenty of riffs.
They’re off to a fast start off with “Giving In,” with its Social Distortion-like swagger. “If it feels like giving up, it’s giving in,” they sing, calling on all of us to keep fighting. “Don’t Deserve Love” and “All Revved Up to Kill” bring in a touch of pop-punk and 1960’s garage rock vocal stylings. “Comes Close,” like the two songs before it, are love songs, or rather songs about the sometimes frustrating / fun nature of love. “When one comes close, but you don’t get no answer…” they sing, deciding not to finish the sentence because we all know what they mean. Nelly’s guitar solo vents our and their frustrations.
“Gains and Losses” is a middle finger at the current U.S. economy, its inequality, and the emptiness that wealth can bring (“Doing nothing, saying nothing, paying someone after the fact.”). “Leave your conscience behind,” they sing on “Ode to Power” – a fitting lyric aimed at those who crawl over the weak to get where and what they want. The title track focuses on our addictions to technology and our fears of silence (“I need constant stimulation, in my ears and in my eyes. I need constant stimulation or I don’t sleep at night.”). It’s a post-punk gem with great drumming from Rutherford, who puts down a beat that sounds simple but is actually damn hard to play once you realize how good he’s keeping (fast) time through the whole track.
The groove on “Easy Truth” is as hard as the lyrics (“All the things I knew I could rely on, they’re not there anymore, to hold true. And I tried for so long to deny it, anyway, but nothing’s going to change for me or you…Nothing’s going to change unless you want it to. Something has to change soon. That’s the easy truth.”). It’s a bit of a Ghandi reference, encouraging us to be the change we want to see in the world. It seems to me that they dabble a lit bit in psychedelia with “Everything We Wanted” (the upped fuzz taking front stage from the low-volume vocals).
“Cardboard Suits” again encourages us to change our worlds, be they local or global, for the better (“Reading headlines won’t make being here get any better. You can’t just wait for things to be divine while falling face-first for egregious disguises.”). Fried’s bass groove on “Distant Life” brings Joy Division rhythm to a fist-raising anthem.
The song closes the digital download of the album, but the CD has seven additional tracks. Among the standouts are “Don’t Get Your Hopes Up” (a great punk title on a fun punk track about hypocrisy in religion.), the sizzling “Living with Secrets,” the heavy / fuzzy bass-driven “Anymore,” and the almost-goth “Pacify My Love.”
It’s a cool record that I’m glad I stumbled upon last month. You’ll dig it if you like indie punk.
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“I’ve always been fascinated with how a sound can make you feel without being something you can touch,” Oslo-based DJ and producer Andre Bratten writes in the press release I received for his newest album – Pax Americana. Recorded in a studio he built in his garden after stepping away from late night DJ sessions at clubs around the world, the new record is indeed an evocative piece that changes your perspective and makes you move.
Lead single, “HS” (one of my favorites of the year so far), is a great example of this. It’s bubbly yet laced with a little darkness to keep you grounded as you let it sink into your feet to get them tapping. The title track, comparing the current state of the U.S. to the Roman Empire, has an underlying nervous tick that bumps against soothing synths. I’m not sure if Bratten is trying to tell us Americans that everything will be all right, despite what some may fear, or the reverse of that message. It works either way.
“426” continues the dark themes, with bass lines that slow to a creepy crawl while up-tempo electro high-hats move like a rattlesnake around you. The gothic “Commonwealth” is like an Art of Noise track if Art of Noise decided to make synthwave music for horror films that take place in the year 2999. “Ranx” goes further down the darkwave rabbit hole to the point where you’re not sure it’s fading out or lulling you into a trap. The closer, “Recreation 26B,” starts with a simple beat and then builds like a rising morning tide with bright synths. It’s the kind of track that tends to take you by surprise. You’re enjoying the opening riffs and then find yourself in another mental place by the end of it and wondering how you got there. It’s a worm hole in space and time.
Pax Americana is a soundscape more than a dance record. It’s a soundscape for your garden studio, your garden party, or your mental garden (which, let’s face it, all of ours need cultivating).
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Thanks to a missing comma, Ft. Wayne apparently renamed the city “Fort Wayne Paul” in McCartney’s honor.
The buzz for Paul McCartney‘s first show ever in Fort Wayne, Indiana was so big that local news outlets were telling people to get to the Memorial Coliseum early, make early dinner plans, and be ready to face construction on Coliseum Boulevard.
I managed to score some upper level tickets at overinflated prices on StubHub after my initial efforts to buy face value tickets were dashed within minutes. I waited months to finally buy the tickets we had. I almost didn’t, but I couldn’t resist the chance to see a living legend in a small arena just over an hour’s drive from my house.
The crowd was enormous and buzzing from the get-go. The merchandise booth was jam-packed with people buying everything from coffee mugs and shirts to tote bags and blankets (Yes, Paul McCartney blankets.). I opted for the limited edition show poster (limited to 100 copies) for the same price as a tour shirt ($45.00). Inside, we also discovered that Sir Paul had vegetarian and vegan food options available at some of the concession stands.
We eventually made our way to our seats, which were nearly ten times face value. Scalpers suck.
The view from our $432.00 seats. Those on the floor in the first section were more than double that EACH.
They turned out to be well worth the money. Sir Paul and his band came out and started with the Beatles‘ “Hard Day’s Night” and then followed it with Wings‘ “Junior’s Farm,” which I didn’t expect and was delighted to hear.
“Hard Day’s Night”
“All My Lovin'” and “Letting Go” followed before they got to “Who Cares” (an anti-bullying song) and “Come On to Me” from his new album Egypt Station (with “Got to Get You into My Life” sandwiched between them).
“Come On to Me”
The Wings track “Let Me Roll It” was followed by a brief instrumental cover of Jimi Hendrix‘s “Purple Haze” and McCartney telling a fun story of him seeing Hendrix play in London just a couple days after Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band was released. Another Wings highlight just a couple songs later was “Let ’em In” – a personal favorite of mine.
“In Spite of All the Danger”
“Maybe I’m Amazed” is still powerful, and even more so live. Another fun treat was he and his band performing the first Quarrymen song “In Spite of All the Danger.” He told a fun story about the recording of “Love Me Do” (in which he admitted you can still hear how nervous he was singing it in the song after John Lennon asked him to do it so he could play the harmonica on the track) before playing a fun version of it and then playing a solo acoustic version of “Blackbird,” which is still beautiful and poignant. His ode to Lennon, “Here Today,” also tugged at the heartstrings.
In case you’re wondering, Sir Paul played bass, electric guitar (on which he can shred, by the way), acoustic guitar, mandolin, piano, and ukulele throughout the show. The ukulele he played, by the way, was the one given to him by George Harrison. The song he played on it? Harrison’s “Something,” of course, which sounded great.
“George was a very accomplished ukulele player. Many people don’t know that.”
McCartney’s band were no slouches either, with two guitarists, a keyboardist, a drummer, a three-man horn section, and a top-notch sound and video crew doing great work throughout the three-hour show. The graphics on “Back in the USSR” were great, and the pyrotechnics during “Live and Let Die” (complete with jets of fire and cannon explosions) were big crowd-pleasers.
“Back in the USSR”“Live and Let Die” (with cannons and flame throwers)
The main set ended with “Hey Jude.” That alone with over two hours. The encore was another half-hour and included “Birthday,” “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,” “Helter Skelter” (a wild, unexpected treat), “Golden Slumbers,” “Carry That Weight” (another welcome addition), and ended with (What else?) “The End.”
“Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”
He looked great, sounded great, and brought us all a great time. He shows no signs of slowing down, so catch him if you can. The stories he tells are almost worth the ticket price by themselves.
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Los Angeles queercore / post-punk quartet French Vanilla’s new album, How Am I Not Myself?, is brash, bold, funny, a dare for all of us to do something terrifying – let our true selves come out of our shells and face the world.
The instantly groovy “Real or Not” starts the album with funky bass and Sally Spitz’s hooping and hollering vocals that dance almost as much as Daniel Trautfield’s saxophone. Spitz more or less asks if we’re are living our truth or succumbing to outside influences and living a lie for someone else’s sake. “Lost Power” is a sharp takedown of Spitz’s former lover. “All the Time” was the first single off the album, and it’s as funky as hell with Greg Shilton putting down chops as slick as the shine on James Brown’s boots.
“Friendly Fire” is a clever track about the stresses of queer folk realizing their nature while in a straight relationship. Guitarist Ali Day unleashes a cool guitar riff on “Protective” that’s somehow jagged and fuzzy at the same time. The whole track brings to mind early B-52’s records with its urgent rhythm and excellent vocals by Spitz.
Trautfield’s sax gets another good workout on “Suddenly” (He seems to be everywhere at once on the song.), which also boasts another fabulous bass line to back it. It builds to a hip-shaking groove and, I can attest, is great for a workout playlist. “Joan of Marc,” the wonderfully titled “Bromosapien,” and “Move Along, Move Ahead” stick a feminist middle finger in the eye of misogyny, “man-splaining,” sexism, and body / sex shaming.
“I saw the future. I held it up to my face. It was absolutely fascinating,” Spitz sings on “Sensitive (Not Too Sensitive).” The album ends with this track encouraging all of us to follow French Vanilla’s path and live true in what could be a fascinating future if we choose to have it.
How Am I Not Myself? is a question we all need to ask ourselves, sometimes daily, and it’s an album we all need to hear.
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Jake Xerxes Fussell is one of those artists who wouldn’t have been on my radar were it not for this blog. A country guitarist who sings songs about fish mongers? That’s usually not in my wheelhouse. Fussell’s last album, What in the Natural World, was sent to me by his label and it turned out to be one of my favorite albums of that year.
Now they’ve sent me Out of Sight, and it’s already in my top 20 of the year so far. The opener, “The River St. Johns” is that fish monger’s song I mentioned above, which Russell remembers hearing as a kid and he reproduces with great affection. “Micheal Was Hearty” is his reworking of an Irish folk song from the late 1800’s into, get this, a waltz. It works. It works quite well. “Oh Captain” is his cover of an obscure Willis Laurence James song from the 1920’s and has Fussell singing the blues about a deckhand’s toil aboard his ship.
“Three Ravens” is another obscure 1920’s American songbook classic that has Fussell’s guitar work shining throughout it, and the lap steel is a great touch. The soft bass drum on “Jubilee” is like the heartbeat of a child as she sees a carousel for the first time. “Swing and turn, jubilee. Live and learn, jubilee,” Fussell sings. It’s a simple message that carries a lot of weight and insight. “Winnsboro Cottonmill Blues” has Fussell singing about the hard life of a textile mill worker whose boss would “take the nickles off a dead man’s eyes to buy Coca-Colas and Eskimo Pies.”
The shuffle of the murder / love ballad “The Rainbow Willow” is only matched in its artistry by the lap steel guitar and Fussell’s vocals. The instrumental “16-20” is slightly creepy, yet warm – like a friend who emerges out of a fog on a lonely road. The closer is the spiritual classic “Drinking of the Wine,” which Fussell admits he sings like fisherman singing a net-hauling shanty.
I haven’t written anywhere near enough about Fussell guitar playing, which is so masterful that he makes every song sound easy. His vocals also seem effortless, and his backing band on this record is outstanding. Fussell mentions in the liner notes that he wanted this record to “sound like a band playing in a room – nothing too ornate or grandiose in concept.” He nailed it. Out of Sight is intimate and delightful.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to see Chromatics. I’d read the stories about how band leader Johnny Jewel had destroyed all physical copies of their next album, Dear Tommy, following a near-death experience in 2015. I thought, “Well, it was good while it lasted.” I later learned, however, that Jewel and company had re-recorded the album with additional songs added onto the original material. So I thought, “Well, maybe there’s hope yet.”
It turns out I was right because Chromatics announced a summer tour last year and I was able to snag tickets to see them at Chicago’s Park West before they sold out. It would be Chromatics’ first show in Chicago in six years and they were bringing their Italians Do It Better label mates Desire and In Mirrors with them.
After going through a four-stage security check more extensive than one conducted by the TSA, we were inside and facing the IDIB merchandise table that was practically set up like a flea market with its large neon sign, tables of LPs, and racks of T-shirts. I snagged a big tour poster for just five bucks.
In Mirrors started the show with a set of goth wave music that combined heavy synths with near-spoken word poetry and excellent fashion. Each band member looked like they just walked out of a cool men’s clothing store. They also revealed it was Johnny Jewel’s birthday that evening and thanked him for his extensive contribution to their music.
In Mirrors
Mr. Jewel came out next with his other band, Desire (fronted by his wife, Megan Louise, no less), who put on a nice set of shoegaze / synth wave (“Shoe wave?” “Synth gaze?”) that included a lot of songs about love, nights in the city, and, of course, desire. Megan Louise tossed out red roses to the crowd (particularly anyone on a first date) and led everyone in singing happy birthday to Mr. Jewel.
Desire
Everyone was buzzing hard for Chromatics by this point, and they came out to a neat electro start with a wild video show highlighting time moving in different directions. It was indicative of their music – retro and futuristic.
Chromatics
They started with their classic, “Lady,” but stopped the set afterward so Jewel could address a man in the crowd with, “Hey, man, are you okay?” I thought maybe someone was so drunk they could barely stand or perhaps ill or even overcome with emotion from seeing them live, but it quickly became apparent that the guy was drunk AND being a jackass – to put it mildly.
Jewel told him to calm down, not be a dick, and let everyone do their own thing. This is where the security personnel at Park West began to fail. No one showed up to check this guy out or escort him away from the front of the stage. The guy took offense to someone in the crowd during the next song, “Kill for Love,” and slugged somebody. The band called for security, telling them someone had just been punched, and finally one lone bouncer showed up who was at least sixty pounds heavier and thirty years older than the drunk jerk. The drunk struggled with him for a moment, pushing him away and “arm wrestling” with him.
I handed my tour poster to my wife and was three steps away from putting the guy in a rear choke hold and dragging him to the nearest exit. I’m not kidding. I was advancing on this guy and he had no idea I was behind him. I don’t write this to brag. I write this to highlight the lack of Park West security involved in this situation. I, a music blogger who also happens to be a police detective, was going to have to step in and help this lone bouncer because he had no back-up against a young, fit, and angry drunk who was actively resisting him. Luckily, he told the bouncer he’d walk out on his own and then left before I needed to grab him and before he and bouncer had a slugfest in the middle of the crowd.
Park West failed the sold-out crowd and Chromatics for not having security at the front of the stage as soon as Jewel called out the drunk. They should’ve been there before Jewel stopped talking. Instead, they weren’t and someone got hit by this dude. That’s a potential lawsuit, and it would’ve been one if someone had been seriously injured or worse.
Chromatics, and the crowd, sprung back with positive energy once the “one bad apple” (as Jewel called him) was gone. They played “Night Drive / Paradise” and “Back from the Grave” and I was happy to hear one of their newest singles, “Time Rider,” live for the first time. It didn’t disappoint.
They were enjoying their return to Chicago by the time they reached classics like “Cherry” and “I Want Your Love.” They closed the first set with their stunning cover of Neil Young‘s “Hey Hey, My My.”
Lead singer Ruth Radelet (who might be a vampire as she doesn’t appear to have aged in the last ten years) came out for the encore and delivered her beautiful rendition of Springsteen‘s “I’m on Fire,” which is more emotive in a live setting than you can imagine.
Ruth Radelet was on fire at Park West, and in all our hearts.
They ended the night with “Shadow” and their cover of Kate Bush‘s “Running Up that Hill.” Radelet and Jewel thanked everyone for a good night, with Jewel thanking everyone for overcoming the bad energy at the start of the show. It was a good return for them.
Two people behind me were yelling, “Dear Tommy when?” as he walked offstage. I thought, “That’s only for he to know and us to find out.” You can’t always rush art, and the first couple singles we’ve heard this year promise good things to come.
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It seems that only the legendary Herb Alpert could combine spaghetti western horns with late 1970’s synths and make it work. He did exactly that on his 1979 album Rise – his first without the Tijuana Brass backing him.
The opening track, “1980,” was originally written for NBC Sports’ coverage of the 1980 Olympics and sounds like a vision of what the next decade was going to sound like for all of us – full of futuristic gadgets and obsession over the coming new millennium clashing with old school thinking and ideals (pretty much the 1980’s in a nutshell). The title track is one of the funkiest things ever put on a record, so much so that it was heavily sampled by Biggie Smalls on “Hypnotize” (Abe Laboriel’s bass riffs alone could power two dozen hip hop records). Mike Lang’s piano work mixes well with Alpert’s expert trumpet work, and Alpert knows when to put down his horn and let his band jam.
“Behind the Rain” sounds like unused music from a Roger Moore-era Bond movie with its thrilling string and horn arrangements, machine gun-like drums, and car chase guitar. “Rotation” has this cool, quirky beat to it that mixes simple drum chops with electro-beats that are peppy yet subtle (and Alpert’s trumpet, of course, roots the entire track).
“Street Life” is sassy and brassy, with Alpert’s trumpet taking center stage throughout it while some funky slap bass struts alongside him. Speaking of slap bass, it’s even funkier on “Love Is,” a song that I’m sure was remixed for discos across the country at the time. Louis Johnson practically puts on a clinic on how to lay down a snappy bass groove. Alpert, again, smartly lets his instrument be the backup on the track.
“Angelina” brings in the Central American flair found on so many of Alpert’s records and even some Caribbean beats to boot. That south of the border sexiness continues on “Aranjuez (Mon Amour),” which also throws in disco beats and bass for good measure.
One can’t write about Rise without mentioning Herb Alpert’s nephew, Randy “Badazz” Alpert, who co-produced the record and brought in a lot of the disco / nightclub / funky touches. He helped bring his uncle’s work to even more people by getting “Rise” and other cuts into the hands of club DJ’s. It’s a classic record and worth a listen.
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I happened to be in Tucson, Arizona on the same night of the final show of Bayonne and Palm Daze‘s most recent tour. I’d wanted to see Bayonne since I’d heard his fine album Primitives and missed his set at Levitation Austin a few years ago.
They were playing at a small club in downtown Tucson called 191 Toole (named for the address). It’s a nice small venue with no bad places to stand for a view of the stage. It’s the kind of venue I’d love to own – small bar, good-sized room, ample parking, not far from a college campus. Fewer than forty people showed up for the gig, probably due to that weekend being graduation weekend for the University of Arizona. It’s a shame for those who missed it, because Bayonne and Palm Daze closed their tour with a great show.
Palm Daze, the Austin psychedelic dream-pop three-piece opened the show and played most, if not all, of their 2017 EP Controls (review coming). Eric McClung and Tyler Delaune bounced back and forth with synths, bass, and percussion while drummer Ryan Heath laid down serious chops. I was hooked by the third song.
Palm Daze (L-R: Ryan Heath, Tyler Delaune, Eric McClung)
Mr. Heath joined Bayonne (Roger Sellers) onstage for drum kit smashing while Mr. Sellers sang and played synths, guitar, and / or percussion, looping a lot of it on top of each other for great effect. Many artists would’ve phoned in a performance on the last night of a tour to a crowd of fewer than forty people, but Bayonne went for broke as he wowed the crowd with tracks of not only Primitives, but also his fine new record – Drastic Measures (again, review coming). Empty water bottles, sweaty towels, and broken drum sticks littered the stage by the time they were done.
This small show currently has the top spot on my list of best concerts of 2019, and will probably remain in the top 10 by the end of the year. Bayonne is playing Lollapalooza this year, and I can tell you his set will be a must-see if you are there.
Bayonne creating aural magic.
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