Dirty Projectors have always come across as more of an experiment than a traditional band. Between their 2003 debut The Glad Fact and 2009’s landmark Bitte Orca, singer/songwriter David Longstreth and his collaborators treated each album as an opportunity to explore new, uncharted sonic territory. Like scientists of sound, they drew from such diverse palates as African drumming patterns and R&B vocal runs to create their unique and intellectual compositions. Dirty Projectors seemed inventive, but their uniqueness also lent itself to an air of pretension.
After listening to Swing Lo Magellan (Domino; 2012), Dirty Projectors’ latest release, I was thrilled to discover that David Longstreth has finally relaxed. Both lyrically and sonically, this is the simplest record that the group has ever produced. The sparse arrangements, distinctive vocals and full harmonies are refreshing, yet they feel more comforting than Bitte Orca did three years ago. If that album was a wave, then Swing Lo is a breeze. Gentler, warmer and ultimately, more rewarding.
London-based Canadian singer-songwriter Al Spx of Cold Specks would be profoundly dismayed to hear her music categorized alongside the late Amy Winehouse. And she’d be right to feel slighted, because that would be the clear result of a fleeting, surface listen of her forthcoming debut album, I Predict A Graceful Expulsion (Mute; 2012), which is scheduled to release on May 22. I suggest you listen to it … several times.
Pop music and icebergs have a lot in common. They each have a pronounced, visible tip, and a large, often invisible body. The two parts are essentially the same – they’re both part of the same massive chunk of ice, after all – but there is a large element separating the top from the overshadowed body: the ocean. If the ocean represents mainstream commercial success, then Icelandic sextet Of Monsters and Men‘s debut full-length, My Head is an Animal, sits just under sea level.
Small Black, you had me at “Despicable Dogs.” The star single of your self-titled debut EP (Jagjaguwar; 2010).
Late to the chillwave party, I recently stumbled upon the fourtet’s 2010 LP, New Chain (Jagjaguwar; 2010), and it put me in a reflectronic, romantic mood (if you’ll excuse the portmanteau). Small Black have managed to draw from the indiesphere’s upsurge of ’80s anamnesis by wisely recording in their hometown locale, Delaware, and getting away from the echo chamber of revival trends that presently crowd their New York borough. While these Brooklyn-based chillwavers seem to fall in line with their ’80s revivalist colleagues — Twin Shadow, Neon Indian, Wild Nothing, Com Truise, M83, Washed Out — they do manage to conjure the painful, new wave nostalgia of a decade’s worth of eyeliner melancholy. As an unabashed romanticist in my own right, it made for an ideal trip. Continue reading
Bradford Cox is, unmistakably, a profuse creator. His raging appetite for permuting the various DNA strands of his leading post-punk outfit, Deerhunter, proves an insatiable creature. Speaking in absolutes, the lifeblood of his very being is music. When he’s not reintroducing bygone subgenres of punk and psychedelia through Deerhunter (his devoted wife) or Atlas Sound (his downtown hotel-room mistress), he’s practically reinventing them. He’s also got a penchant for reinventing himself. Hell, minus the ubiquity, he’s feasibly this generation’s David Bowie — above all in the context of the various, androgynous personae he’s experimented with over the years.
As such, it bemoans me to come out on the other side of Parallax (4AD) feeling listless and rather … crestfallen. Continue reading
Matador – 2010
The New Pornographers, a Vancouver-based alt-pop septet, debuted in 2000 with their first full-length, Mass Romantic, and have since iterated permutations of their sound through four other LPs: Electric Version (2003); Twin Cinema (2005); Challengers (2007); and last year’s Together. During the past decade, the group’s presence has expanded to occupy featured spots on various late night TV talk shows and automotive commercials. Continue reading