Monday, May 10, 2010

Album Review: Jukebox the Ghost - Let Live and Let Ghosts

Jukebox the Ghost: Let Live and Let Ghosts
[Rebel Group 2008]

7/10

Who likes opening bands? Generally, I don’t. God bless them for getting out there and pounding the circuits, but frankly, I’m usually not there to see them, and they’ll be lucky if I can remember a melody of there’s at night’s end. So as Jukebox the Ghost (it took me forever to actually decipher their name) took the stage last March to open for Ben Folds, I admit, I unfairly pegged them. Three post-college guys, the prerequisite piano for an opener of Folds present; they looked a bit like Ben Folds Five actually, but with a guitarist rather than a bassist.

By the time Ben Thornewill went about curiously introducing the “My Heart’s the Same”/”Lighting Myself on Fire” medley, I had thrown my preconceptions out the window. These guys were ultimate crowd-pleasers, delivering a wildly enthusiastic set of quirky piano pop with huge hooks and an almost operatic flamboyance. I was fortunate, then, to be able to buy their 2008 debut Let Live & Let Ghosts from them after the show and congratulate them on a great performance.

Jukebox the Ghost includes the Classically-trained Thornewill on piano, Tommy Siegel on guitar, and Jesse Kristin on drums, forming in 2003 while they were students at George Washington University in D.C. Thornewill and Siegel split vocals for the album, which lends Let Live & Let Ghosts a nice flow in terms of singing, alternating between the frenetic theatrics of Thornewill and the more gentle, adolescent-sounding vocals of Siegel.

Thankfully, the energy of their live act translates well into a frenzied, consistently catchy album. Thornewill’s pounding of the keys takes center stage, providing the backbone of the band’s highly melodic pop accessibility, while Kristin’s giant beats and Siegel’s accenting guitar complete the picture. Let Live & Let Ghosts is a proper pop album in that it features grand sing-along choruses, especially on “Hold It In” and the bouncy “Victoria.” Throughout the album, Thornewill channels his inner-Freddie Mercury to accomplish his slanted theatrical singing that is consistently exciting. Siegel, on the other hand, is largely more subdued in his songs and unfortunately, his hooks are less memorable for it, except perhaps on the paranoid march of “Static.” Fair or not, I see the dual nature of the singing translate into a dual character to the album: the spotlight-grabbing theatrics of Thronewill, and the quieter, less memorable performances of Siegel. It doesn’t help that Thornewill’s on the crowd-favorite piano.

Nevertheless, the band as a whole pounds through 42 minutes of solid material that admirably refuses to simply rest on their hook-filled choruses. Seven of the 12 songs blend together into mini-rock operas that sport grand, if sometimes meandering, movements bordering on stadium anthems, a further Queen influence. For it’s sonic exaggerations, the band is firmly rooted in a light-hearted persona reflected in their wildly quirky lyrics. Except for perhaps with Thornewill’s delicate cry of lovesickness on “My Heart’s the Same,” the subject matters are upbeat, off-the-wall oddities, from Armageddon, to surreal sci-fi vignettes, to adolescent relationships. The funny “Hold It In” sounds like a schoolyard crush tale, but reveals itself to be more nuanced and less innocent than it initially lets on. “Victoria,” however, is the album’s best combination of lyrical wit, hook-driven melody, and theatrical instrumentation, as Thornewill rollicks on the piano and wonders if the girl of his attention is “a bitch or totally bitchin.’”

Although their over-the-top eccentrics and admitted silliness may serve as a drag on more discerning listeners, and a more cohesive, lyrically focused effort in the future may provide better results, it’s hard to disparage too harshly the fun and catchiness of Jukebox the Ghost. Despite friction between the vocal performances of Thornewill and Siegel, Let Live & Let Ghosts ultimately shines as a strong full band effort.

And so the opening band does have its day. Let Live & Let Ghosts firmly establishes the band outside of Ben Folds’ shadow in the piano rock sphere with a unique and well polished sound. No longer an opener but now a main act on tour, they would now be a band I’d come to see.


 

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Currents: Gorillaz, Dom, Girl Talk

Gorillaz: Plastic Beach
[Parlophone, Virgin 2010]

Finally Gorillaz has personality! That may sound odd considering Gorillaz and Demon Days were built on rap swagger and a rebellious image (cartoon band!).  But really, I found those albums had some very cool beats, but mostly lacked any permanence: repetitive song structures, aimless meandering, and vanilla pop singles.  I associated Damon Albarn's metallic vocals with hip hop-inflected pop that was heaps of style above substance.  But Plastic Beach, to my great surprise, is truly a game changer.  This album bursts the band's range wide open, and they finally sound dynamic and consequential beyond a groovy background beat.  I've never been so emotionally invested in Gorillaz, and credit for that goes to Albarn for the album's refreshing diversity of song moods, more engaged singing, and a tight and intelligent body of lyrics critiquing 21st century consumerism and ecological havoc.


Dom: Sun Bronzed Greek Gods EP
[Burning Mill 2010]

A summery, shimmery set of catchy indie rock tracks from brand new band Dom from Worcester, Massachusetts.  Dom has been compared to Girls a lot (a band they themselves cite as a huge influence for them), and certainly several of the songs are melodically underlined by '60s vibes.  Dom sounds more planted in the modern, however, from the glistening synths of "Burn Bridges" to the fuzzy stomping beats in "Living in America."


Girl Talk: Night Ripper
[Illegal Art 2006]

I have a deep respect for sample-based musicians, particularly DJ Shadow and the Avalanches, for the creativity of their art and the mind-blowing skill the craft requires.  Realizing through a friend that I would be remiss to bypass mashup king Girl Talk, I gave Night Ripper a listen and I've been floored after each spin.  Sure, it's set at a blistering rave party, ADD pace, and you may wish some of the best samples would linger longer (the use of Fleetwood Mac's "Little Lies" in "Overtime"), but this isn't meant to be a contemplative listen.  This is balls-to-the-wall, and if your ears can't keep up, fuck it and just dance.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Album Review: The Thermals - Now We Can See

The Thermals: Now We Can See
[Kill Rock Stars 2009]

6/10

Kudos to the Thermals for not sticking with what works. After three albums of gradually less lo-fi, more fiery political punk, a detour into newer environs is an admirable, interesting move. With a catalog of religion and politics-obsessed rock, vocalist and guitarist Hutch Harris and bassist, drummer Kathy Foster decided to set a new course after 2006’s breakthrough The Body, the Blood, the Machine based on “the classic themes of songwriting and music,” namely love and death. Unfortunately, in a break from their usual political firebombing, the Thermals play it safe, almost generic, in the ultimately sub par outing that is Now We Can See.

For its treatment on “classic songwriting themes,” Now We Can See actually suffers most from its lack of focus. While musically on point, in that the band’s punk sneer and energy remain somewhat intact, the album is lyrically wishy-washy, with few of the lasting impressions or resounding choruses that have characterized the Thermals up to this point. Even the song titles, which usually reflect unmemorable choruses, do not inspire much individuality: “When I Died,” “I Let It Go,” “When We Were Alive,” “When I Was Afraid,” etc.

Despite a secondary objective of the band to vary tempos and experiment with changes of pace, the album begins rather flatly. Although “We Were Sick” features a fun, Foster-assisted chorus, the first three songs of the album are set at frustratingly similar tempos, making for many repeated listens before the songs distinguish themselves, if they ever do. The rest of the album finds the band shifting pace with mixed results, slowing it down on the delicate ballad “At the Bottom of the Sea,” reaching faux-hardcore speeds on the forgettable “When We Were Alive,” and reducing the guitar fuzz and simplifying the drums on the decent “Liquid In, Liquid Out.” The album’s clear highlight is its namesake, “Now We Can See,” which features a basic chorus (“owayowwhoa…”) that is nevertheless extremely catchy and engagingly youthful.

As much as I’ve wanted these tunes to ring in my ears after each listen, Now We Can See features song after song that, in the moment, are energetic, melodic punk numbers, but are utterly forgettable minutes later. For a band that isn’t the Thermals, a product like this would make for an impressive debut. But no, this is the Thermals of The Body, the Blood, the Machine fame.

The common mantra is to not expect a band’s previous album in later work, as this only leads to disappointment with a change of style, theme, etc. Nevertheless, fans know that the band is capable of more, and comparisons in this respect are unavoidable. The politics-fueled ferocity of the band’s prior efforts, namely the violent concept album The Body, the Blood, the Machine, are far more compelling than the muddled messages of Now We Can See. Harris as a vocalist sounded more impassioned, raw, gripping, and on the brink of insanity in 2006 than he does here, where he sounds boxed into overly tight, over-produced compositions.

Beyond Harris’s vocals, the whole band’s sound seems limited, its power muffled by safe, however hook-driven melodies and an unwillingness to surprise and take chances. The Thermals are best served by letting their punishing yet catchy punk energy reek havoc at full force. Whether or not the Thermals can tap that unrestrained energy from a non-political source, especially now in the post-Bush era, remains to be seen. Whatever the Thermals have next up their sleeve, hopefully it will involve a detour that’s more worth taking than Now We Can See.



Sunday, May 2, 2010

"Suburban Dogs" by Real Estate


Well, with all this Lala shutting down business, I guess I'll have to get music on here a different way. Until I figure that out, I thought I'd just put up this great video from Real Estate. I'm kicking myself because their self-titled debut surely should have been on my best of '09 list, but I realized its majesty too late. "Suburban Dogs" is the song and it perfectly encapsulates lazy summer memories with friends, though ironically, most of the video takes place at a Christmas party. But no matter, it's impossible not to love.  Now, to beautiful St. Mary's County.  I'll see you soon Maryland, My Maryland, with this song in my heart.

Saturday, May 1, 2010