Freeway & Jake One's The Stimulus Package is a marvel. The music itself is definitely worth a listen if you're into hip-hop, but the design is a straight-up object lesson in concept art for music. That plastic card you see in the video below? It's got a code to download the whole album's instrumentals for free.
In a few days, the wait is over for fans of Stile Antico, the phenomenal vocal ensemble who specialize in Tudor and Renaissance choral music (and high-profile side projects with Sting.) They release "Media Vita," a selection of works by the sixteenth century composer John Sheppard.
Less well-known than Thomas Tallis, Sheppard's fame has spread slowly, because his compositions only made it to the twentieth century in manuscript form and many of them are incomplete. What survives bears all the hallmarks of greatness. This recording provides ample evidence of his bold, rich and individual harmony, as well as an inspired knack for compositional passion, while still adhering to Archbishop Cranmer's protestant tastes for concise word setting.
The performance captured here is at the same lofty standard that Stile Antico's earlier recordings attained - almost perfect. This group engages the listener like no other, with the purpose of soloists, the tonal evenness of an ensemble, and with a clarity that is ground-breaking. On a few listenings, though, this perfection is itself the disc's undoing. I don't expect my thoughts to be received well, but I'm left willing the performance to move me more than it does.
If I'm honest, I miss children in this music. Children don't sing as well as the sopranos in Stile Antico, plain and simple. They are slavishly subservient to the choir director in front of them, the absence of which is one of the inspired features of this group. They also think about football while they sing and who might get the carol service solo instead of them, but when they get it right, for me, there is an experience beyond the finesse on this album.
If you doubt me, and live within a reasonable distance of New York, duck into St. Thomas Church, Fifth Avenue, during a sung service and judge for yourself. Profound utterances, from the young, barely conscious of what they say, have a power that was understood by Britten, Walton, Boyce, Greene, Purcell, by all the great composers of liturgical choral music, all the way back to Sheppard. In the hands of a child, these notes and words come from a different sphere, literally. A sphere that the rest of us have had to leave behind. -- Hugo Munday
Lou Reed has always gone against the grain. During 1967's so-called summer of love, his band The Velvet Underground
released a debut album about prostitution and heroin addiction. Then,
when the hippy revolution turned sour, the VU released their happy,
trippy pop album, Loaded, starting with the decidedly hippyish "Who Loves The Sun."
But most contrary of all was Reed's 1975 solo album, Metal Machine Music
(1975), four sides of unlistenable noise which divided fans: 99% hated
it, while 1% considered it a challenging but worthwhile work of
conceptual art. Last year a Rolling Stone reviewer described it live as
"a continuous blaring fog that rose and decreased in its deafening
intensity, marked by shrill electronic shrieks, long demented sax solos
and Reed’s occasional yelling voice."
Warning: This video should not be listened to by anyone
Great news (!) - Lou Reed is
taking his blaring fog, shrill shrieking and demented soloing on tour!
So far only European dates have been announced, but the April shows
will coincide with a full reissue program which will include Metal Machine Music on Blu-Ray for the first time. Perhaps a marginal improvement in audio clarity will make it an easier listen? Probably not.
April dates:
17 Cambridge, England - The Cambridge Junction 18 Oxford, England - O2 Academy 19 London, England - Royal Festival Hall 21 Paris, France - La Cigale 22 Brussels, Belgium - A/B (Domino Festival) 24 Copenhagen, Denmark - DR Koncerthuset 26 Oslo, Norway - Sentrum Scene 27 Bergen, Norway - Ole Bull Scene (Bergen Festival) 30 Mallorca, Spain - Teatre Principal de Palma
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Criticizing an album before anyone's ever heard it would be a bizarre thing to do. Bizarrely, I think I'm going do just that.
Y'see, I'm just a little concerned about one of my favorite artists.
Joanna Newsom's Ys was one of my favorite albums of the last ten years, but she's announced her follow up, Have One On Me, is going to be a triple. There's no track listing yet, but whatever it is will be released on 3xCDs, or 3xLPs.
Is
there actually such a thing as a great triple album? Serious question,
I'd like to know. There must be a few, but even still - wouldn't they be improved by having a few
lesser tracks chopped off to make it a more manageable double album? In
fact, wouldn't the vast majority of double albums be improved by being
edited down to a single?
I tend to feel that 35-50 minutes is
the best length for an album, because shorter than that feels a little
too short, but longer is kinda tiring. But how tiring a record is
depends on what kind of music it is, too.
Aphex Twin's triple LP (or double CD) Selected Ambient Works II
is over two-and-a-half hours of featureless ambiance. Even though
that's a long time to do anything (a long time to have headphones on,
say), it's easy to let it wash through you and only pick up on the
broad movements of mood. On the other hand, Tupac's double-disc All Eyez On Me
is 132 minutes -- nearly two-and-a-quarter hours -- and it's
exhausting, because you have to listen much closer to hip-hop, to
follow the lyrics. That kind of concentration is tough to keep up!
Joanna
Newsom is not exactly easy to listen to in the first place. Her voice
is polarizing, but even for those of us who like it, Ys, at 55 minutes
long, was quite long enough, because her lyrics are so densely arranged
that you really have to focus to keep up with them. We don't yet know
how long Have One On Me will be, but if it's roughly three hours then
that's surely too long to digest in one sitting. And if it's not meant
for one sitting, why release it at all together under one name?
Joanna
Newsom's music always seems very deliberate: every syllable is
carefully measured, every flourish and flair under complete control.
You can be sure that there's an explanation for the placing of every
antique and animal figure on that cover, above, so the length of the album
itself is no half-thought or accident. I imagine she must have some
complex conceptual justification, I just can't imagine what it is!
Do you agree that triple albums are a bad idea? Or are you happier to get more songs from longer albums?
Have One On Me will be released on February 23rd. A new song, "Good Intentions Paving Company," is already streaming from her label Drag City's website.
There was a time when you kept your enjoyment of ABBA’s bouncy pop
melodies to yourself, but those times are gone. In these enlightened
days of the early 21st century, pretty much everyone has come to accept
that during the eleven years of their existence, ABBA was responsible
for creating a portfolio of perfectly crafted pop.
The resurgence of
interest in the band, most recently witnessed in the phenomenal success
of the Mamma Mia stage show and movie, has now culminated in
the opening of ABBA World, a museum/theme park in London. It features
almost 3000 square meters of ABBA-dedicated exhibits including displays
of questionable satin jumpsuits and, in one large corner, the
helicopter which features on the cover of Arrival.
Interactive exhibits encourage visitors to try their hand at the ABBA
mixing desk and allow them to sing alongside the band in the ABBA
holographic karaoke. The exhibition has the blessing of all four of the
members of the band, and the management plan to create similar fan
Meccas in Australia and New York by the end of 2010.
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I recently had the mixed pleasure of reading the newest biography of the great Satchmo, entitled Pops: A Life of Louis Armstrong, by Terry Teachout. Having previously read Teachout's The Skeptic: A Life of H.L. Mencken, I'd expected a reasonably satisfying read, fueled by extensive research and delivered in rather pedestrian prose. As it turns out, that's exactly what the book offers.
"Crafted with a musician's ear and an historian's eye, Pops is a vibrant biography of the iconic Louis Armstrong that resonates with the same warmth as ol' Satchmo’s distinctive voice. Wall Street Journal criticTerry Teachoutdraws from a wealth of previously unavailable material – including over 650 reels of Armstrong's own personal tape recordings – to create an engaging profile that slips behind the jazz legend's megawatt smile. Teachout reveals that the beaming visage of 'Reverend Satchelmouth' was not a mark of racial subservience, but a clear symbol of Louis's refusal to let anything cloud the joy he derived from blowing his horn. 'Faced with the terrible realities of the time and place into which he had been born,' explains Teachout, 'he didn't repine, but returned love for hatred and sought salvation in work.' Armstrong was hardly impervious to the injustices of his era, but in his mind, nothing was more sacred than the music."
Frankly, I think that's rather higher praise than the book deserves, and Teachout himself all but recommends Armstrong's own Satchmo over the book at hand. Nevertheless, there's a lot on offer here for the trumpet enthusiast, the armchair jazz scholar, or the lover of musical Americana.
Among the most interesting sub-plots is the fluctuating opinions of Armstrong held by his fellow black musicians in the States. Dizzy Gillespie, for one, for years publicly declared Armstrong as just this side of Uncle Tom before eventually recognizing his trailblazing predecessor for the inarguable giant that he remains today.
Most surprising to me, though, was the fact that Armstrong was a life-long user and advocate of marijuana, to the extent that, in his early days, he even pushed it on a number of his sidemen before going into the studio. Teachout returns again and again to Pops' marijuana use, ladeling an almost disproportionate amount of ink on the topic. To wit:
"The word muggles was one of many synonyms for marijuana used by jazz musicians in the twenties. It was also called 'tea' and 'sh[*]t,' and those who smoked it were 'vipers'... [A]ll that is known for sure is that [Armstrong] started smoking it on a regular basis in 1928 and continued to do so for the rest of his life. He would later explain to an acquaintance that it 'makes you feel good, man. It relaxes you, makes you forget all the bad things that happen to a Negro. It makes you feel wanted, and when you're with another tea smoker it makes you feel a special kinship.' It was also, unlike alcohol, legal, though by 1931 twenty-nine states had outlawed its sale and use."
Those looking to pursue overt references in Armstrong's music should start with "Muggles"...
By the time the European avant garde had advanced to breaking china and blowing train whistles, Swiss composer Othmar Schoeck was deemed "too accessible." Their loss, as "Notturno," op. 47, (1931-1933) is a post-romantic chamber gem. Poems by Nikolaus Lenau, scored for string quartet and baritone are given a new reading on an ECM recording featuring the rock-solid, Rosamunde Quartet, with Christian Gerhaher. This is attractive, meaty, but agile musicianship, showing a wonderful dynamic range. Extra props go to Herr Gerhaher for his beautiful tone, and impeccable diction. – Hugo Munday
All proceeds from the album sales will go to the Clinton Bush Haiti
Fund, Oxfam America, Partners in Health, the Red Cross, UNICEF, the
United Nations World Food Programme, and Yele Haiti Foundation.
In addition, all proceeds from the special studio version of "Stranded (Haiti Mon Amour)" by Jay-Z, Bono, The Edge, and Rihanna will go to Partners in Health.
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The world needs more music critics like Charles Shaar Murray. Looking forward to the release of Jimi Hendrix's Valleys of Neptune (yes, a new Hendrix album!), I've been reading Murray's Crosstown Traffic. It's brilliant writing. Hendrix is the book's centerpiece, but there's a load to learn here for anyone who likes books about music. The subtitle of its best chapter yet asks, "So was Jimi Hendrix a sexist pig or what?"
Murray argues that "the sexuality expressed through the blues gradually mutated into the penile dementia of heavy-metal rock." And with what fervor. He exemplifies the point by comparing Muddy Waters' "You Need Love" -- warm, avuncular, intimate, relaxed, utterly sensual -- with Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love":
"Led Zeppelin, by contrast, come on like thermonuclear gang rape. The woman -- who, in Muddy Waters' song, is evoked as a real person with real emotions in a real situation -- is here reduced to a mere receptacle; an entirely passive presence whose sole function is to receive the Great Zeppelin (as depicted on the group's first two album covers: lumbering facetiousness posing as irony) with a suitable degree of veneration and gratitude. Even her response is superfluous: Zeppelin's vocalist Robert Plant virtually has her orgasm for her. After all, the satisfaction of the woman in the case is not intended for her benefit, but for his: it is the validation of his masculine prowess and the price of his admission to the alpha-male society. The stud-strut of heavy metal is a ritual by which men celebrate each other; it is not primarily intended for women, who -- at British metals shows, if not at their American counterparts -- demonstrate their understanding of the nature of the event by not showing up."
As Murray goes on to say, "The technical term for this stuff is 'cock rock'."
