Blanket
Nice
[Hush]
Rating: 8.1
Every so often, circumstance tosses you an album that reminds you how
refreshing and nourishing a collection of songs can be. Nice is just
such an album. Chad Crouch's latest project, Blanket, is so effortlessly
hearty and rich you might think a stout, smiley-eyed elderly woman with a
kerchief on her head and a husky Slavic accent ought to be serving it to you
in heavy earthenware. Only there's an airy sophistication to it that begs for
a more upscale food metaphor.
Of course, you're obliged to start with the great vocals. If Crouch's voice
were but one food item within the larger, guilt-ridden multi-course indulgence
that is Blanket's Nice, you might say that it's a soup (prepared by
Belle and Sebastian's Stuart Murdoch, then spat into by the Violent Femmes'
Gordon Gano) to open the meal and prime the palette for the eclectic parade
of delicacies to come, while setting an easy tone for a long night of
postprandial conversation.
Nice is Chad Crouch's first album released under the Blanket moniker
and finds him newly and comfortably entrenched in a band setting. It suits
him very well. Crouch, a painter, Portland music fixture, and head of Hush
Records, is best known for his fine solo album, Portland, Oregon. While
his songwriting skills were quite evident before, Blanket seems to have given
Crouch a more spacious and better equipped stage on which to let his ideas
play themselves out.
For starters, he utilizes a wonderful spectrum of sounds. Flute, organ, violin,
vibes, piano, and accordion are all strung seamlessly and inconspicuously like
dyed wool strands onto a sturdy loom of bass, guitar and drums. Another "sound"
Crouch uses to great effect is silence-- the silence between the various
timbres of the instruments, the spaces between notes, and the quietness spaced
throughout his expertly phrased and timed vocal melodies. The immediate
impression is one of sparseness and underdeveloped arrangement, but as the
album progresses, you'll notice how much more suggestive the sounds become
from all the spare room.
The songs on Nice encompass disparate style elements but never feel
contrived or borrowed. From the loungy percussion of "Déjà Vu" that sets
the album in motion to the folk-cum-bossa-nova of "Bossa Rev," the songs
never lose sight of their prime directive. Which, of course, is the execution
of contemplative, enduring, and sometimes even haunting pop gems. One obvious
example of this is the way "Bossa Rev" adorns an Antonio Jobim-esque melody
and rhythm with a Western-style blues slide guitar solo, yet does it so
naturally that questions of style aren't allowed to impinge on the listening
experience.
Though I'd be hard pressed to whittle this bunch down to a best-of list,
definite standouts include the beautifully mournful, vibraphone-jeweled
"Kitten"; the spritely, euro-jazzy insouciance of "Déjà Vu"; the wispy "Cliché
Lines"; the sauntering "Sexy Ways"; and the imagistic, organ-laced "Pigeon."
A funny thing about this album. The reason it sounds so much like a live band
is precisely because the individual songs were basically recorded live. As a
result of that immediacy, as well as the loungy feel of many of these songs,
the natural tendency while listening to Nice is to drift off in thought
or take up an unrelated activity. Though the music makes for truly wonderful
background, and could cast a soft, soothing light over any scenario, sitting
down for an attentive ride through this album is a wholly different experience.
For all its airiness, occasional bounciness, and live performance feel, Nice
makes a remarkably intense and enduring listen. So much so, in fact, that I'll
hold off making some idiotic pun with the word "nice," and just exhort you to
find a copy.
-Camilo Arturo Leslie