Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Iggy and the Stooges CD review, Boston Globe, April 30, 2013

ALBUM REVIEW | ROCK

Iggy and the Stooges, ‘Ready to Die’

Billy Bragg concert review, Boston Globe, April 30, 2013

Music Review

Billy Bragg delivers in two-hour set

He's My Brother She's My Sister preview, Providence Journal, April 28, 2013

He's My Brother She's My Sister



Here's a feature on He's My Brother She's My Sister done for the Providence Journal

Sunday Music

Colorful, eclectic sound  

HE’S MY BROTHER SHE’S MY SISTER


By SCOTT McLENNAN  
SPECIAL TO THE JOURNAL 

Contradiction suits He’s My Brother She’s My Sister, a freewheeling Los Angeles band playing an energized blend of roots music.     

“I’m the impulsive, intuitive one,” says Rachel Kolar, the band’s “sister.” She says her brother Rob is into the details and the fine-tuning.    

To illustrate, Kolar explains how she insisted that her longtime friend and partner in theater Lauren Brown be part of this musical troupe as it was just starting to jell a couple of years ago.    

“I told him, ‘Lauren is going to tap dance in the band.’ Rob has been a musician his whole life, and says, ‘Tap dancer? You’re kidding me,’ ” Kolar recalls.    

But rather than dismiss the idea, Brother Rob worked with Brown on playing drums. So now Brown is a unique rhythm machine, both visually and sonically as she taps and bangs the beat.    

Besides a tap-dancing drummer and yin-yang siblings (she shakes the tambourine, he plays guitar and kick drum, they both sing), He’s My Brother She’s My Sister includes lap-slide guitar player Aaron Robinson and upright bass player Oliver Newell. The unwieldy name is something Kolar came up with when she posted the first few song collaborations with her brother online. Some who heard those songs wanted to book the music’s creators for performances, so the moniker stuck.    

He’s My Brother She’s My Sister’s live shows and recent late-night TV appearance on “The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson” are captivating for their visual flair. The musicians dress like Technicolor renegades and deliver the tunes with fiery enthusiasm; Kolar maintains that Newell can fly 10-feet in the air, bass in hand.     

That you can check out for yourself when He’s My Brother She’s My Sister makes its Rhode Island debut Thursday at FĂȘte in Providence. Doors open at 8 p.m. Jeffrey Lewis and the Rain and Beach Day are also on the bill.    

When reached in Salt Lake City earlier on the band’s eastward trek, Kolar explains how it was important for the band to capture some of its live energy on its full-length debut, “Nobody Dances in This Town,” which came out in October. She says He’s My Brother She’s My Sister is trying to follow the Beatles’ example of being raw on its early records and more intricate later.    

“We recorded in a living room over three days,” she says. “Rob and I worked with a producer over six months doing some vocals and putting on finishing touches. It was an interesting process, but next time we want to be all together in the studio and take advantage of that environment. This time was like adding limbs to the body.”    

The record is as kaleidoscopic as the band itself, blending country and folk traditions with paisley pop and a little punk. Some songs sound cribbed from a zippy vaudeville routine, while the current single “Same Old Ground” has a bluesy drawl. There are nice, quick pivots on the record, like the way the ballad “Wake Your Heart” shifts into the whir and buzz of “Electric Love.”    

The folk underpinnings and male/female vocal dynamic make it tempting to lump He’s My Brother She’s My Sister into the mellow wave that swept Mumford & Sons into stardom and lifted the likes of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes and the Lumineers. But He’s My Brother She’s My Sister isn’t really taking the same approach. Actually, there isn’t much an “approach” at all.     

“It’s a sound we’re creating ourselves that represents who we are as people. You can’t place it in a category, and we kind of intended to do that. It gives us limitless possibilities,” Kolar says. “Astrologically, I’m a triple water sign. I just want things to flow.”     

Scott McLennan can be reached at smclennan1010@gmail.comFollow him on Twitter @ScottMcLennan1

Friday, April 26, 2013

"Soft Time Traveler" CD review, The Arts Fuse, April 25, 2013


Here's a review of Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys "Soft Time Traveler" for The Arts Fuse. To see the original, or to check out the online arts magazine, click here.


Fuse News: The Authentic Weirdness of Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys
April 25, 2013
By Scott McLennan.
Soft Time Traveler by Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys.

If I worked in a record store, I’d file Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys’ album Soft Time Traveler under “rock,” but I would stick a a giant asterisk on the cover.

The instrumentation—acoustic guitar, ukulele, viola, mandolin, double bass, melodica, accordion—suggests folk, but the songs themselves are rippling with a manic energy and lysergic vision; this is modern psychedelic rock stripped of the jam-band baggage and upending current folk-rock conventions.

The Boston-based septet is known for putting on visually compelling live shows, and it even manages to infuse a theatrical air into its studio recordings. Sometimes that is achieved through the sheer bravado of Sickert’s vocal work, sometimes with atmospheric bits, such as the chatter and crash of “Timeworn Animal.”

There is also a cinematic thread through the record’s 18 tracks. The title track comes last, and by that time, Sickert and his army have rolled out enough carnage and dread that the gas masks, fox holes, and mushroom clouds in “Soft Time Traveler” are practically sighs of resignation, especially because Sickert sings about them in an unworried tone.

The first reference to soft time travel comes in the acid banter of “Hypno-Jump Initiation,” an introduction to the Middle Eastern-accented “Little Paper Song.” If this music is all about tripping, Sickert’s doors of perception open up onto some pretty dark places. He begins by conjuring some exotic voodoo on "Devil's in the Details." A country-blues riff is soon sliced with the zip of viola, and then the rhythm arrives in the form of marching feet and clapping hands, which quickly get blown out by frantic drumming. The calm turns stormy in very subtle fashion.

As commanding a presence as Sickert is, the rest of the army—singer and accordionist Edrie, viola player Rachel Jayson, mandolin player Meff, ukulele player jojo Lazar, drummer Tee Jay, and bassists Mike Leggio—is crucial to crafting the album’s collision of world-music, folk, and blues influences. There are no pure strains of music in these songs; instead, there are allusions to everything from cabaret to gypsy jazz all balled together.

Things typically do not go well on Soft Time Traveler. In "Baba Yaga," a creature devours babies' bones and souls. In "Soldiers Came," we hear, "It's too late/We've been burned at the stake. Disasters, both man-made and natural rain down in "28 Seeds."

A lot of the writing is impressionistic, so Soft Time Traveler lands with a lighter touch than its subject matter would suggest. It’s that ironic contrast between tone and content that makes this such an interesting record.

There are a few flights of pure imagination, such as the A Clockwork Orange love song “Droog and Devotchka” and the gender-bending “Glory Box.”

Soft Time Traveler does not fit easily into any category, but the eclecticism works as a listening experience because the band isn’t forcing any of these startling juxtapositions. This is a case of authentic weirdness.

Walter Sickert and the Army of Broken Toys’ next show in the Boston area is June 1 at Johnny D's in Somerville. The CD is in stores now as well as available online at http://armyoftoys.bandcamp.com/

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Metalfest commentary, The Arts Fuse, April 23, 2013

 


I was curious to see how the Boston Marathon bombing and subsequent events would filter into the Metalfest.
by Scott McLennan


Opeth's Mikael Arkerfeldt (Photo by Sam McLennan)
The 15th annual New England Metal and Hardcore Festival ended not long after midnight Monday as the band Suicidal Tendencies, the last of more than 80 groups to storm the Palladium in Worcester since the previous Friday afternoon, took its bows.
Let’s just look at those numbers again. Fifteen years: that’s a good run for any arts event, more so for a showcase for music that purposefully stays on the fringe. Eighty-plus bands: this is pure bulk packaging, good for sampling many types of extreme heavy rock, though tough to possibly digest it all. Three days: these were full days, upwards of 12 hours of music for the taking off of two stages each time the doors opened. Add it all up and you get the dark, brooding offspring of the Newport jazz and folk festivals.
The Newport analogy came to mind years ago as Metalfest hit its stride in the early ’00s. By dint of covering music for the daily newspaper in Worcester, I was seeing a lot of heavy metal and hardcore, styles of music that for years got brushed off by Boston venues and were welcomed to the Heart of the Commonwealth. The music fan in me was drawn to the persistent pushing of boundaries in this music underground. These were young musicians who absorbed the sounds and messages of previous generations’ Black Sabbath and Black Flag then figured out how to make that defiance bolder and brasher. Every now and then you’d hear something slicing through the raw volume as distinctly different. That sense of discovery is music-fan manna no matter how it is packaged.
The Newport fests celebrate the roots of jazz and folk while exposing important new work to audiences that are supportive and curious. Likewise, the New England Metal and Hardcore Festival bundles old and new bands relegated to making records for independent imprints and playing clubs and small theaters. The festival linked the metal and hardcore cultures – akin to bringing bop and fusion together, or the audacity of Dylan going electric – and put together bills that were unique to the event itself.
And like Newport has George Wein, Worcester has Scott Lee, a diehard fan first, smart promoter second. Rarely do you hear bands openly thank promoters, but Lee (like Wein) is praised from the stage throughout the festival. This year a bunch of musicians and staffers even presented him with a trophy and the band Sick of it All went so far as to make a T shirt with Lee’s face emblazoned on the front especially for its Metalfest appearance.

Trapped Under Ice's set Sunday (Photo by Sam McLennan)
 That admiration trickles down, as musicians stick around watching other bands play, often standing in the crowd alongside the paying customers. All this helps dissolve the traditional distance between artist and audience, yet another hallmark of those pioneering folk and jazz festivals.
The similarities between Newport and Worcester end once you dig into the substance of Metalfest (though this year I saw what I believe was the first use of an acoustic guitar at the fest). Metal and hardcore are aggressive and confrontational. The songs generally reject normalcy, question authority, and invite darkness. It’s music for misfits, or more accurately people who self-identify as misfits. Metalfest brings together all sorts of outliers. Kids who dig the grit and loyalty of hardcore share space with the fans of escapist metal. The drug-and-alcohol-free straightedge crowd meshes with those lustily supporting festival sponsor Narragansett beer.
The first sense of Metalfest being a community hit Friday. I was curious to see how the Boston Marathon bombing and subsequent events would filter into the fest. It began with my Facebook newsfeed displaying “Going to Worcester to blow off steam”-type messages. And blowing off steam meant anything from simply facing a high-decibel barrage to hopping into a mosh pit where combat is turned into dance.
The performers made passing glances at the headlines, and I wasn’t surprised. A lot of metal is built on the premise that the world is an ugly place and bad things happen. The band Exodus, which got its start in 1982 in San Francisco, prefaced its song “War is My Shepherd” with the sentiment that the people responsible for the bombing should be shot in the head, seemingly unaware that one of the suspects was already dead. That sort of bluster is something to weigh in the cost of pursuing cathartic guitar work of the sort Exodus’ Gary Holt and Lee Altus execute.
Later in the night when news broke that the police had indeed captured the remaining suspect, the band Anthrax, another veteran from the 1980s, dedicated “I am the Law” to the Boston PD, and the crowd broke out “U-S-A” chants. That was actually more surprising than the call for blood, given metal’s historic disdain for authority.


Dillinger Escape Plan's Ben Weinman (Photo by Sam McLennan)
 Here’s a good time to distinguish between metal and hardcore. Metal has its roots in heavy rock such as Led Zeppelin and Deep Purple, bands that made gods out of guitar players. The metal underground held onto the primacy of guitar, but crumpled up hard rock’s sense of melody and tossed it behind the importance of the rhythmic riff. Singers switched over to barking, and song tempos accelerated. A wave of younger bands hitting the festival in recent years is adding a progressive twist to the aggression with intricate arrangements and dynamic shifts while still maintaining a prickly edge to the sound.
Hardcore is an outgrowth of punk rock. The songs are usually more compact compared to metal tunes, and the emotion of the delivery typically outweighs the precision of the execution. It’s amazing that hardcore bands can play at all as fans storm the stage and musicians hop into the crowd to achieve desired chaotic results.
But some bands have managed to successfully experiment with hardcore’s rawness, opening up the style’s sound without losing its tight connection to the listener. That was most evident in the set performed Saturday by Dillinger Escape Plan, a band that fuses the frantic to the cathartic. Singer Greg Puciato and guitarist Ben Weinman hurled themselves into the crowd, never missing a beat, well until Puciato crashed into the drums, tossed a cymbal to the ground, and sat in the lap of drummer Bill Rymer.
Dillinger Escape Plan fit the hardcore mold while stretching it to the breaking point. And in the context of the festival, the band’s performance set up the weekend’s most dramatic contrast as Opeth followed Dillinger Escape Plan.
Dillinger Escape Plan's Greg Puciato (Photo by Same McLennan)
Opeth is a Swedish band that has swung its metal back toward melody, peppering in the more aggressive accents of the underground. Its newest work is far less punishing and given to long arrangements that make room for as much psychedelic noodling as for brutal riffs. The metal crowd has embraced Opeth’s musicianship and long-form songs, even indulging the band’s version of “Demon of the Fall” played on acoustic guitars (Opeth front man Mikael Arkerfeldt assured it would still “sound evil.”)A good festival takes stylistic risks, and the extreme swing of the Dillinger Escape Plan/Opeth pairing paid off in the end, holding the crowd even as Opeth played for nearly two hours.
With the raw power of Trapped Under Ice’s set on the smaller second stage housed in the theater’s mezzanine, and performances by Suicidal Tendencies, Sick of It All, and D.R.I. (Dirty Rotten Imbeciles), hardcore ruled the final night of the festival. That again was a bit of a risk as metal usually outweighs the hardcore in this equation. And again, risk worked, and did so because no matter what your particular taste in extreme music may be, the simple purity of what was being offered was appealing. The above-mentioned bands strip their music of the varnish and hype of the sort that it takes to get on the cover of glossy magazines, and on TV, and on the radio. Instead, they offer manic, passionate sets that proved to be more galvanizing than any light show or stage props ever could.
It is fine when Metallica or Rob Zombie shoots up in popularity and draws attention to a style of music too easily written off as inconsequential when in fact it outlasts trends and caters to a fan base much broader than simply pissed-off teenagers. But when that fan base gathers in Worcester each spring, it has little use for heavy music that’s been lightened up for commercial appeal. Metalfest is one of the few places where being blunt is far more attractive than being pretty.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Morse on Marley, Boston by Beat, April 21, 2013

The 35th anniversary re-issue of Bob Marley's "Kaya" includes new liner notes by legendary Boston Globe music critic Steve Morse. I spoke with Morse about the album and a Marley event he curated for Redstar Union in Cambridge, MA. Jeff Robinson of  Marley tribute band Duppy Conquerors also weighed in "Kaya." To read the story, click here.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Cold Satellite, Boston by Beat, April, 17, 2013

Jeffrey Foucault and Lisa Olstein
Cold Satellite is the band that grew from the collaboration between singer-songwriter Jeffrey Foucault and poet Lisa Olstein. For an interview with Foucault about Cold Satellite's sophomore release "Cavalcade," click here.

Talking records, Boston by Beat, April 18, 2013

The Bubbles in the Think Tank radio program produced a 7-inch vinyl record of songs about records to celebrate Record Store Day. To read an interview with Bubbles in the Think Tank's Belinda Rawlins, click here.

Metalfest preview, Boston Globe, April 19, 2013

New England Metal and Hardcore Festival rages into its 15th year

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Lot of ladies rocking, Boston by Beat, April 16, 2013

The Deep North
While covering the Rock 'n' Roll Rumble, I was struck by how many women musicians were participating. It got me thinking about gender parity in the Boston music scene. You can read what I came up with here.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Black Crowes concert review, Boston Globe, April 15, 2013

Music Review

Black Crowes get back to the basics

Muse concert review, Boston Globe, April 15,2013

Music Review

With Muse, spectacle doesn’t obscure the sound

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Rumble watching, Boston by Beat, April 2013

Having a good time covering the Rock 'n' Roll Rumble for Boston by Beat. This is a great local-music showcase parading as a battle of the bands. Yes, judges pick winners, but in reality the Rumble proves to be a boost for all involved. Stories previewing and recapping the 34th Rumble are here, here, here, and here.

Old Abram Brown CD review, Boston by Beat, April 9, 2013

Old Abram Brown makes headphone music. Check out a review of the band's E.P. "Summer Home" I did for the Boston by Beat blog here.


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Brad Paisley CD review, Boston Globe, April 9, 2013

Album review | Country

Brad Paisley, ‘Wheelhouse’


Monday, April 8, 2013

Living Colour concert review, Boston Globe, April 8, 2013

Music Review

Vivid display from Living Colour at the Paradise

Friday, April 5, 2013

Punk VS Metal, Boston by Beat, April 5, 2013

In Boston, punk and metal have a peaceful coexistence. Here's a Boston look at how that
works. Click here for story.

Soul Remnants
Razors in the Night

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Await Rescue E.P. review, Boston by Beat, April 4, 2013

Await Rescue
Here's a review of "Everyone You Know," an E.P. released by Await Rescue. Good to hear some straight-up hard rock. Well-played, no b.s. Click here to read all about it.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Rapplesauce, Boston by Beat, April 2, 2013

Rapplesauce

Here's a link to the post in Boston.com's Boston by Beat music blog about the funk band Rapplesauce. Band leader Sam Ravenna talks about the making of Rapplesauce's debut "Good For You" and gets into some of the group's sprawling banckgroung. Click here.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Herra Terra, Boston by Beat, March 28, 2013

For the Boston by Beat review of Herra Terra's E.P. "Hyperborean" click here.

Bad Religion/the Bronx review, Boston Globe, April 1, 2013

Music Review
Greg Graffin of Bad Religion

Bad Religion, the Bronx show punk’s staying power

Blues in Schools feature, Boston Globe, March 29, 2013

Giving kids the blues in Worcester

Hands-on program offers students a musical history lesson

James Montgomery CD review, Boston Globe, March 29, 2013


James Montgomery
From Detroit to the Delta

James Montgomery’s new album is all over the place, and that is intentional. The kingpin of New England blues uses “From Detroit to the Delta” to celebrate the many blues traditions he has explored in a career that stretches back to the late 1960s.
The razor-sharp performance skills Montgomery and his band routinely display on stage tie together this revue of blues as filtered through R&B, funk, rock, country, and Chicago styles. Montgomery’s pliable vocals and harmonica playing smoothly move from the slick, horn-driven numbers such as “Intoxicated” to the grittier fare represented by the rumble of John Lee Hooker’s “Motor City Is Burning” and ethereal cry of the instrumental “River’s Edge.”

Guests along for the trip include slide-guitar ace Johnny Winter, Aerosmith’s drummer Joey Kramer and guitarist Brad Whitford, rapper Darryl “DMC” McDaniels, the Uptown Horns, and blues-harp legend James Cotton.

The added star power makes the stylistic leaps more palatable. But Montgomery’s band — guitarist George McCann, bassist Dave Hull (who also produced the record), and drummer Seth Pappas — provides the confidence and balance necessary to pull off a record like this. The crew is right in the pocket with the boss, adding soulful character to the project whether handling the country lope of McCann’s “Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is” or turning Willie Dixon’s “Same Thing” into fuzzed-out psychedelia. (Out now)SCOTT McLENNAN