Kieran Hebden & Steve Reid - Our Time (Domino 2007)
Kieran Hebden & Steve Reid – Tongues / Domino
Think back to radio circa 1964. Or, if you’re of the younger generation, turn on your local Oldies station. I can guarantee that within an hour or two, you will hear the chugging rhythm and anthemic vocals of the Motown staple “Dancing in the Street” care of Martha Reeves’ powerful vocal cords. Is it the blind optimism of the lyrics that draws so many people to listen cheerfully year after year? Well maybe a little, but I’m guessing that without “one of the most primal rhythms in the Motown annals” (AMG) the song would not have quite as much resounding longevity. While Mrs. Reeves gets most of the credit for the Marvin Gaye-penned anthem, the man behind the soul-stirring rhythm that drives the song into our memories goes for the most part unnoticed. That young man was a 20-year-old Steve Reid and it was the very beginning of an extremely impressive career for the multi-talented percussionist. Over his 40-plus years behind the kit, he has played with nearly every huge name in jazz and R&B;: from Miles Davis to James Brown, Sun Ra to Dione Warwick, Fela Kuti to Dee Dee Bridgewater. And now, still drumming as strong as ever in his early 60s, Reid is finally back in the spotlight for the first time since the mid-70s thanks to his highly-acclaimed 2005 album Spirit Walk on Soul Jazz and his recent collaborations with Kieran Hebden.
Hebden is widely regarded for his work as Four Tet in which he cleverly mixes electronics with jazz, folk, post-rock, hip-hop and found sound. Initially a side-project of the excellent post-rock band Fridge (with Adam Ilhan or Adem and Sam Jeffers), the Four Tet moniker took off in 1999 with his debut solo album Dialogue, and with each concurrent album his popularity has grown exponentially. Hebden took part as an auxiliary to the Spirit Walk recordings where he accentuated the spiritual jazz music with tasteful electronics. This spurred a full on collaboration between Reid and Hebden which first saw the light of day early last year with two installments of The Exchange Sessions on Domino. Each album contained only three tracks, though they clocked in around 15-minutes at a minimum, and featured the colorful improvisations of Reid on drums and percussion and Hebden twiddling his numerous electronic triggers. As I put it my review of the Sessions: “the duo creates an indefinable sound that spits, gurgles, swirls and transports the listener into a completely different aural world.”
Underground music’s odd couple has been touring the globe nonstop it seems over the last year, and if you haven’t caught them yet, I highly recommend it. As their newest set of recordings reveals, this rigorous tour schedule and their constant collaborating has bridged their creative minds and they have never sounded tighter than on this album. First off, Tongues is much more accessible than either of the Exchange Sessions if only because it consists of ten shorter tracks rather than three elongated ones. The overall sound has not changed too much, once again recorded live with no overdubs or edits, but there is a definite higher level of musical comfort where both artists are much more schooled in what to expect from the other and how to react accordingly. Tongues is also decisively more buoyant and playful, Hebden’s electronics bubble and babble and gurgle and swirl over Reid’s patient drum kit and percussive toys. Not that the Exchange Sessions were abrasive or anything of that sort, but the underlying melodies of Tongues just seem a lot more welcoming and hypnotic.
“Our Time” should be all you have to hear to realize that Hebden and Reid are on a completely new level with Tongues. Hebden lays down the kind of warm, looping, harp-like melody that made Rounds so addicting while Reid eases a steadily fluctuating beat underneath. As the song progresses, Hebden’s lighthearted electronic adlibs flutter in between Reid’s flickering idiophones making the kind of loose, jazzy, organic instrumental that Hebden dreamed of making as Four Tet. On the same tip, album opener “The Sun Never Sets” builds from a simple, throbbing keyboard melody into stuttering, stammering, skittering mess of bright electronics and kaleidoscoping percussion that is just a joy to let completely envelope your ears. They even take on the traditional “Greensleeves,” which is spun into a ghostly twinkle of a melody so familiar it almost aches. Everything is just not audible sparklers though. Tracks like “People Be Happy” and “Rhythm Dance” ride on Reid’s chugging drum kit and u.f.o. sound effects; much more in the vein of the earlier recordings but in condensed formats. Whether you really get into the album or not is all about your acceptance of the sometimes off-the-wall improvs from Hebden’s array of noisemakers. Like on “Brain” when they are skipping along to a groovy rhythm and a pleasant melodic loop, when at which point Hebden winds up his chaotic noise and starts drilling incessantly. But then again, the same synthetic wackiness is abundant on “Superheros,” yet I find that one much more playful than annoying.
Tongues is a great progression for the duo and a much more accessible album than either of the Exchange Sessions. If you were a fan of those earlier albums, this is a must have, and if you wanted to like them but had a little trouble sitting through the fatiguing songs, I urge you to give this one a try. Hebden and Reid are once again hitting the road, so definitely keep an eye out because it is an absolutely must see show. They are as well already gearing up for their next recording session in Senegal. Sometime this year, I wouldn’t be surprised to see a remix EP or something of that nature featuring Audion and James Holden, and what we have all been waiting the last six years for: a new Fridge album.
Joshi - Apocalypso (Leisure Class 2006)
Cassette Concréte/Joshi – A Tape Gone Leaves No Trace/Animal Faith / Leisure Class
"I record primarily on cassettes [CHEAP.] b/c manipulations are fluid, immersive, intuitive - direct, skin-on-ironoxide, realistic flesh-tone timewarp, plus playback function. The sound is wet & can find no way, singing backwards into the world. My hands are too large rough and brusque for digital doilies who bruise easy - decks get broke, some smoke...I'd much rather just play 30's-style jazz clarinet or trumpet."
Josh Carrigan does not hide his ethos; he displays them proudly on his MySpace page, granted in fractured free verse, but for anyone willing to pick through, it's right there. Like a DJ who refuses to give up his tangible wax grooves for the mysterious binary reproduction even though it may be more user-friendly, Carrigan understands the allure of imperfection and fluidity that comes with analog anything and I do believe his homemade music would actually lose some of it's appeal in any other format. Throughout this full-length split with his not-so-distant alter ego, Carrigan explores experimental folk music as Cassette Concréte first, then as Joshi; the difference is subtle, but it creates a good swelling of intrigue that roped me in from the start and kept my ears attentive throughout the entire hour-plus exploration through the eerie landscape of lo-fi post-folk.
Packaged in a hand-stitched construction paper case, A Tape Gone Leaves No Trace/Animal Faith actually came out in the summer of 06, but I'm guessing it's taken a little momentum for the idealist, DIY North Hampton, MA label, Leisure Class, to suit up for radio distribution. It's a shame though because Carrigan can really hold his own against similar acts rising up the indie hierarchy like Akron/Family, Animal Collective or Dirty Projectors, though he is decisively more lo-fi. His sort of sound collage mixes plucky folk with tingling ambience and oddly layered overdubs of everything from toy guitars and chimes to field recordings of beaches and faucets. It gently and fluidly wisps around your ears until before long, you're completely lost in the numerous swirling sounds and are content to just lie back in the tall grass and enjoy.
His latest moniker, Cassette Concréte takes on side one of the split-album with A Tape Gone Leaves No Trace, which utilizes an Akron/Family like approach of intertwining gentle vocal melodies and backwoods folk with odd ambient environments and impossible to decipher manipulations of… well everything. "Nest Where We Tape" is a good example of the more folk side as Carrigan sings a loose, over-dub ridden tune about love and travel while his acoustic starts and stops with sparse knee-slap percussion and delicate touches of reverberation. Just a few songs later though, "Drone in the Desert" matches (as the name implies) low-toned drone with distant, shuffling production and what sounds like analog snyth flares which escalates into a bubbling mesh of un-placeable sounds. Yet another approach closes the half as "Icefishing the Americas" pushes into post-rocky ambient haze with tinkling tones and ghostly vocals.
The second half of the split, Animal Faith under the Joshi alias, was recorded a year prior and is obviously the statement of a multi-talented artist playing with ideas. After a quick recording of child banter, the title track surprisingly kicks off with a playful lo-fi drum machine ditty garnished with what sounds like xylophone plinks and a bright, wavering electronic pitch. "Noistereo" follows with an endearing, whistle-touched folk-pop tune that once again opens up to odd electronic manipulation and knee-slapping percussion (hmmm, I'm start to see a theme). "Apocalypso" is my absolute favorite of the album with its stomping drum march leading the way for an array of colorful twinkling noises and what very well may be an improvised bass line. It lacks any obvious structure, but that only adds to the cluttering appeal, which is really the most endearing part of the entire collection of homemade songs. It's really just a talented musician with a bunch of quirky tools and his trusty 4-track, and though that usually translates to unlistenable by anyone other than the person creating it, Carrigan has wide-spread appeal. I am very much looking forward to seeing what cassette surfaces next and which wacky stitched-together world lies within that magnetic tape.
Jandek - Other End of Town (Corwood Industries 2006)
Jandek – Newcastle Sunday / Corwood Industries
I like to think about Jandek as the weeping clown of underground music. There is some definite novelty to the mysterious singer/songwriter from Houston, Texas who has spent nearly 30 years self-releasing self-recorded and self-packaged solo material from his own label, Corwood Industries. The novelty is not that he produces a parody of folk and blues music though; instead the odd idiosyncratic atonalities of his music make it somewhat disturbing. With the entire story at hand (please check out the Jandek on Corwood documentary for the whole legend), the acclaimed man behind the mystery, Sterling Richard Smith, does become this figure that you can't help but stare at. It should be funny to listen to, but his voice and songwriting is just so sad and demented; he should be this clownish figure, but the clown is just so depressing that you end up gawking at it's strangeness. And then, the more you stare and the more you really study the intricacies, the more an underlying beauty and individualism starts to appear. The sheer amount of material he has released (nearly 50 odd albums of continually differing sounds) completely on his own and the concurrent cult following is downright respectable making Smith this figurehead for DIY recording. The weeping clown is a figure that is shrouded in so many opposing emotions that you can't help but be sucked in by its hypnotic aura, which is the exact same draw of a Jandek recording.
Newcastle Sunday is the 44th release from Smith, the first double album and the second ever of his live performances, of which he has just started to do regularly, to be recorded for release. Captured during his concert at The Sage in Gateshead, England on May 22, 2005, the album is surprisingly rock-oriented, but we're obviously talking Jandek rock meaning atonal, amelodic and avant-garde. Joined by Richard Youngs on electric bass and Alex Neilson on drums, Smith careens through twelve songs of murky avant-blues-folk that would sound completely improvised if not for the accompanying players ability to stay somewhat in tow. Smith yelps, mumbles and shrieks odd and typically undecipherable lyrics in his Texas country drawl over his menacingly strummed electric guitar. Not being able to actually see what his fingers are doing makes it impossible to know if these songs were seriously composed or if it's just blind chord improvisations. I would actually lean toward the former, which makes the recording more impressive because in the midst of all that jerking reverberation there is an underlying method to the mayhem. Then again though, if you make it through the 85+ minutes of chugging avant-rock, I may actually be more impressed with you. Being as this album features a much more aggressive sound than the majority of the Jandek albums, I would actually start somewhere else if this is your first introduction to the peculiar singer/songwriter. In fact, I would suggest beginning with the documentary, Jandek on Corwood. You get the entire legend summed up to date without revealing any of the ongoing mystery along with a large helping of his recorded output over the last 30 years. Jandek is one of underground music's greatest personalities and worth your time to explore even if you do not dig the music on it's own.