Sunday 17 November 2013

Darkside - Psychic [4th October 2013 on The 405]

With every release, Nicolas Jaar appears to be not of this world. His debut solo release Space Is Only Noise felt like a bolt from the blue; a 2001: A Space Odyssey style monolith bringing, not technology, but a minimalist style to electronic music that instantly felt like it was going to revolutionise the game. Clearly not content with simply sticking to minimal electronic styles, Jaar has spread his wings in the form of Darkside, a project started in 2011 with multi-instrumentalist Dave Harrington. While 2011's debut EP felt like a bluesy, atmospheric piece, Psychic feels like a whole other beast, one that has evolved as Jaar and Harrington has sucked in more styles and influences into their musical black hole.

Psychic has had very little publicity surrounding it beyond a listening party in Brooklyn, yet it's this lack of anything, no overt campaigns, no graffiti, no teasing a release every other hour, that's made real intrigue as to what this release will be like. Something that Daft Punk could definitely learn from; less is more. It's an ethos that bleeds into the album itself. Everything is a shadow of what you might expect, giving the entire album a dreamlike, otherworldly minimalism that feels not too far from a Haruki Murakami novel.

Opening track, 'Golden Arrow' is an 11 minute long summation of what Psychic is about. Beginning with static noises, clicks, and beeps before transforming into this space-age beast as Harrington's whirling riffs combine with the striding beats; the start of your journey. The pounding march of 'Heart', a catchy trip that feels as if Brian Eno's Apollo got infested with Pink Floyd prog guitar riffs, gives way to 'Paper Trails', the latest single from the album, with its dark and mysterious vocals, and echoing blues guitar that feels like an homage to Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Games'; extraordinarily simple but hauntingly beautiful in equal measure.

'The Only Shrine I've Seen' takes you to what could quite easily be a ritual involving the Cult of Prince. Otherwordly vocals mix with ritual clapping and the jangling of wind chimes before leading into disco inspired riffs and Prince esque falsettos, all driven along by a confident minimal bassline.
Album closer, 'Metatron', feels like awakening from the weird and jarring dream that is everything that preceded this track. Your mind is still a jumble; a mix of the sounds of your air conditioner, voices on the radio as you tune it to find a station and the general hustle and bustle outside until it finally clears as the sleek guitars and sultry bassline kick in to deliver you safely back to a world that almost makes sense, but with memories of this dream still present albeit a blur, a shadow of what just happened. Like 'Golden Arrow' it feels like a microcosm of the album but, instead of preparing you to dive in to the album, 'Metatron' makes you want to jump right back in to relive those memories all over again.

Psychic is an album that isn't trying to please anyone but itself and, to many, this could be an instant turn off. There is pretension dripping through it - a sort of "look at what we can do" feeling - but it's a pretension you want to get involved with and embrace. It's an album that sounds as though it was conceived by a bunch of mad scientists, pouring in a dash of blues, some jazz, and some special Jaar minimal formula, while ripping up conventions into as many pieces as it can before strutting away with such confidence and swagger that it's hard not admire this confusing yet infectious creature.

Rating: 8/10

Milk It [2nd October 2013 on The Fly]

There are many songs that, we’re sure, bands have written, recorded and later realised were shit. We all make mistakes. That’s why these tracks get thrown into the deepest hole possible. Yet for some reason (can’t think why), bands and record labels like to dig into this pile of scraps in the hopes of finding a nice little diamond in there. Sometimes it works — and sometimes it doesn’t.

Last week, the long-awaited 70 track reissue of Nirvana’s ‘In Utero’ was released. Among those 70 tracks, there is, however, only one that’s “new”. Aptly named ‘Forgotten Tune’, it feels as though it was forgotten for a reason. It is literally nothing more than a rehearsal practice. When Krist Novoselic et al are wracking their brains to remember what exactly the track is and when it was recorded (sometime around 1988 is the rough estimation), unable to even give it a name, you know they are really scraping the barrel. ‘In Utero’ is a great album, no doubt, but why dig so deep as a rehearsal in hopes of enticing a few more fans to buy it?

Nirvana are not the only ones to have their bins rooted through in such undignified fashion, however. In 1995, 25 years after The Beatles broke up, the surviving members unearthed a home recording made by John Lennon in 1977, ‘Free As A Bird’. The rest of the band decided to release it with their own contributions added to it. It felt to many like a publicity gimmick, and it was. Released alongside a documentary about the band, ‘The Beatles Anthology’, it was the Fab Four’s first “new” single since 1970’s ‘The Long And Winding Road’. It was also a bit crap, meaning The Beatles ended not with a bang, but with a whimper set to an old, unreleased recording of John Lennon.

Re-recording half-done tracks is something of a recurring theme with posthumous releases. 

Sometimes, this can be a good thing — ‘(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay’, for instance, was released a month after Otis Redding’s death, with the signature whistling refrain which Redding had intended to replace with vocals at a later date. And we don’t want to imagine ‘(Sittin’ On) The Dock Of The Bay’ without the whistling. Other times, we have Drake getting his beastly paws all over an unreleased Aaliyah track, recorded before she died in 2001, and vomiting out his only contribution of an occasional “yo, what’s up” and a rap about Mario Balotelli. ‘Enough Said’, released last year, is not terrible —  the Aaliyah parts prove exactly why she was coined the “Princess of R&B”, and Noah ’40′ Shebib’s production is hazy and minimal. But then everyone’s favourite Degrassi star-turned-rapper (that list isn’t very long) decides to throw his own verse on top, which feels like he has chucked barbeque sauce all over a meticulously prepared chocolate dessert.


The same thing happened when meathead rapper 50 Cent – who was supposed to have quit music when he lost a bet to Kanye West – hopped into the studio in 2010 to record a verse on an unreleased Michael Jackson song. The result was ‘Monster’ which, unlike ‘Enough Said’, was not great in the first place… and only went downhill from there.

Of course, capitalising on an artist’s success occurs while they’re still alive. Decca Records have a lot to answer for with their decision to re-release David Bowie’s ‘The Laughing Gnome’ not once, but twice. This truly awful song was released as a novelty track in 1967 where it was panned by nearly everyone as the heavy-handed, cockney irritant it was. To get some idea of how astonishingly bad this song is, you’ll have to imagine Crazy Frog going onto carve himself a career as the most influential pop star of the early 21st century.

Luckily, this was before Bowie started making it big and we could class it as a little misstep on the way to greatness. Yet, in 1973, after Bowie had made his name, Decca re-released it and, somehow, it became certified silver in the UK. The only explanation I can think of for this tragic moment in music history is that the government were stockpiling copies to use as instruments of torture.  Then in 1982, tragedy struck again with a re-release designed to commemorate the track’s third decade of existence (and shore up Decca’s own flagging sales). Luckily, this time it flopped in the charts as people tried to scrub the idea that Bowie could be awful from their minds. Little did they know that Tin Machine lay just around the corner.

Nick Drake was not especially given to releasing singles, which was probably for the best given how many people paid attention to his career during his tragically cut-short lifetime. In 2004, he managed the nifty trick of releasing his first single some 30 years after his death, when ‘Magic’ was used to promote the ‘Made To Love Magic’ compilation. The track — which is a long way from being the best or worst thing he recorded, to be honest — was originally left off ‘Five Leaves Left’ recordings until it was exhumed to satisfy a burgeoning public appetite for unreleased Drake material which, in truth, was pretty thin on the ground. By the time another comp rolled around in the shape of 2007’s ‘Family Tree’, even Drake’s mum was being pressed into service in the hope of shoring up a few more quid.

In short: it’s nice to hear unreleased stuff from your favourite artists; whether it’s listening to John Coltrane mess about in the studio or hearing a rough cut of one of your favourite tracks to see how it has developed. You could even argue that, with the Aaliyah track, Drake was trying to bring her music to a generation that might not be aware of who she is, and that is commendable. But, really, if it was utter tripe or could become utter tripe with further messing about, just don’t bother. Burn it. Bury it. Throw it on a landfill in New Mexico. Leave it where you found it. Just don’t tarnish the reputation of artists we love for the sake of a quick buck!

Janelle Monae - The Electric Lady [9th September 2013 on The 405]

When Janelle Monáe made her official debut (after releasing a previous EP which she now tries to ignore as it wasn't from her fully formed self, this tuxedoed, quiffed star we see before us these days) in 2007 with the first part of her Metropolis series, Metropolis: Suite I (The Chase), she stayed somewhat under the radar.

Here was a pretty exciting new artist, inspired by Fritz Lang and Logan's Run mixing funk, soul, rock (every genre under the sun really) that didn't really make much of a splash. It wasn't until the continuation of the series, The ArchAndroid was released in 2010 that people started to sit up and take notice. Hints of John Barry orchestration here, touches of James Brown there, a healthy dose of Michael Jackson and David Bowie all over the place; she finally managed to capture the hearts of the public and critics with her story of a messianic android who defied the rules of Metropolis by falling in love with a human and, as a result, is sent back in time to stop a secret society from putting an end to freedom and love.

The story of Cindi Mayweather was not just a great example of Afrofuturism akin to that produced by the likes of Sun Ra and Parliament but thematically tackled notions of self-liberation, acceptance, and, as the disc jockey on 'Good Morning Midnight' preaches, "love, not hate."

The Electric Lady picks up where The ArchAndroid left off, with Mayweather taking up a position similar to that of Bokonon in Vonnegut's Cat's Cradle, an unseen rebel leader who is hunted by those in power and revered by everyone else though without the utterly confusing mantra of Bokonism of course. Stylistically, as well as thematically, The Electric Lady is similar to its predecessor, with Monáe using a vast array of genres to create some completely infectious tracks, like a chef with a well-stocked spice rack, where a pinch of electro-pop or 50s soul can completely change the feel of a track in an instant.

With guest appearances from the likes of Erykah Badu, Solange Knowles, Miguel, and even Prince, this is an album that is completely jam packed and never really seems to let go. There are 19 tracks here and not once does it really feel like it's stalling for time, even with radio skit interludes which give a nice little glimpse into the world of Metropolis, mainly tackling the idea of "the other" and "the acceptance of the other" with one caller, admittedly a bit too on the nose with his parody of anti-gay protesters, declaring cyborg love is just wrong. 'Look Into My Eyes' does at the start appear to be a carbon copy of a few of the slower tracks on The ArchAndroid but then transforms itself into a Roger Moore era Bond theme-esque beauty. Other than that one minor misstep, it becomes almost baffling that in its full run time it can be so packed with tune after tune.

Lead single from the album, 'Dance Apocalyptic', kicks off with a ukulele riff and pushes it up to 11 from there, making it impossible not to dance along to regardless of where you are. 'It's Code', although one of the weaker tracks, features psychedelic guitars, Vangelis-esque synths, and Monáe's beautifully soulful voice creating something that sounds as though Funkadelic ended up soundtracking a much more hopeful version of Blade Runner. It's this mix of the future and the past that makes Monáe so endearing; everything sounds like it belongs at the time of Cindi Mayweather but heavily rooted in pre-90s pop music. The recruitment of Prince on 'Givin Em What They Love' is testament to this and works well in realising this idea.

The main message throughout the album, and throughout the Metropolis series, is that of equality, particularly of female empowerment and The Electric Lady is loaded with tracks focused around this. 'Ghetto Woman' is one of the most interesting due to how personal it is, especially from a woman who tends to coat her messages in this sci-fi sheen. The track is a tribute to Monae's mother and allows us a glimpse into her life growing up in Kansas City while keeping things as funky as they have been throughout the album.

'The Electric Lady', featuring Solange, is perhaps one of the best "girl power" anthems of the year. Sometimes, the lyrics can get a bit too Hallmark such as on 'Victory', but it's never too overbearing to instil a sense of apathy in the listener; bored due to its unoriginality. In fact, lyrically, the album is extraordinarily strong from start to finish, the highlight, as mentioned earlier, being 'Ghetto Woman'.
Lyrics aside even, the production here is so strong; the classical interpretations of songs on the album in the overtures scattered throughout, the soft harp in 'Victory', the minimal synths giving a sort of Balearic feel to 'What An Experience'. Some may say the album is way too long, and it's unlikely that people will find the time to listen from start to finish so often, but there are so many highlights here that it's incredibly easy to dip your toes into the album at any point and still have a great time with it.
The Electric Lady features so many different styles yet each one is done near perfectly. Moving between genres is seamless and each track is so full of character as a result of this diversity, the exemplary arrangements and, of course, Monáe herself leading the way.

It's easy to see why almost every producer, artist, and critic is hailing Monae as something special. She is the Cindi Mayweather of pop, sent back in time to save us from the risk of banal chart gubbins - so let's follow The Electric Lady to this new land of whip-smart, exciting pop music and rejoice.

Rating: 9.5/10

Hot Natured - Different Sides of the Sun [2nd September 2013 at The 405]

Whatever era of house we're currently living is a far cry from that championed by the likes of Frankie Knuckles and the Hot Mix 5 DJ crew in 80s Chicago. Defining this current wave is extremely difficult; you just need to look at the tracklist for any "deep house" compilations on the shelves of your local supermarkets which features nearly every electronic artist currently somewhere in the charts.  The general consensus though is that it is generally mainstream friendly, with a hint of 90s R&B beats, a dash of modern pop, and some minimal techno to create something that could be played at nearly any point during a sunny BBQ, including long after the burgers have been eaten and the sun has gone down. Of course, the underground purists are none too happy with this move to the mainstream, with the likes of Disclosure and Duke Dumont on the firing line for those unhappy with the state of dance music today. 

Hot Natured are there too but, like Disclosure and Duke Dumont, they're not actively trying to destroy house music, simply take inspiration from the past and put their own modern, pop friendly spin on it, unleashing this world to your average Radio 1 listener. The "supergroup", consisting of Jamie Jones and Lee Foss, co-founders of the Hot Creations record label, as well as Ali Love and Luca C of Infinity Ink, have been one of the main proponents of this move to the mainstream, with sell out shows at Brixton Academy and a domination of radio airwaves over this past year. Their debut LP Different Sides of the Sun has all the tracks that soundtracked many a summer present and a few others that will definitely make an impact on dancefloors across the country but the rest of the album is disappointingly uninspired.

From the off - many of the first few tracks being the big singles - Different Sides of the Sun sounds like it was made by a bunch of guys enthusiastic for the old days of house as well as the new glossy sheen of the Balearic inspired house, which is always a great start. Latest single 'Isis' makes the first real impact which, oddly but intriguingly, sounds not too far from what a Bonobo/Metronomy collaboration might sound like. Sure, the lyrics aren't the most imaginative or exciting, but the beat and odd, punchy synths take you on its own carpet ride to the beaches of Ibiza.


'Reverse Skydiving', filled with Italo disco style synths and a catchy, yet minimalist groove continues this ride whilst hit single 'Benediction' takes things down a notch and settles you down by the pool for a more chilled out affair. It feels light and airy; lie back, close your eyes and feel the sea breeze and sun's rays wash over. Even the often neglected 'Forward Motion' makes such an impact in the context of the album, with its Detroit inspired repetitive pounding alongside those pop sensibilities, probably won't leave your head for a long while.


The problem is, once we get past those first few tracks that have been on every radio playlist under the sun albeit for good reason, there's not much else here. Apart from perhaps 'Detroit', which appears towards the end of the huge 15 track album with its down tempo, minimalist yet no less satisfying beat, nothing here sticks out.


Even a guest spot from electronic legend Roisin Murphy of Moloko fame doesn't really perk things up and we just get track after track of uninspiring house that all seems to bleed into one. It almost seems as though they thought they'd just ride it out with those big hits right at the start and hope the rest is OK, which makes it feel a tad lazy.


Disclosure's Settle suffered from the same problem but, luckily, that only lasted for a few tracks in the middle, picking up towards the end, whereas, here, it continues until the end from somewhere after the first third of the album. This isn't to say it's a bad album, it's just one that seems to rest on its laurels too much. The production is solid, as you would expect from a collective filled with such big names, but there's just not much new or exciting here to really make a big splash.

Rating: 6/10