tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137515252024-03-14T05:23:48.596-07:00turbo croutons unitethis blog has been brought to you by bath saltsJeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861328882967337423noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-79013612124261274742012-09-07T09:09:00.003-07:002012-09-07T09:10:10.269-07:00Lyrics Corner with Anthony Kiedis<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Robert Johnson - They're Red Hot</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Red Hot Chili Peppers - They're Red Hot </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I gotta girl who's long and tall</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sexy in the kitchen and a doobie in the walls, y'see</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dude on a monkey's gotta baboon bed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A bump a scoop on a dip sompey overcast boom debebedebbe</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ABADABA SEE REEEED HOT</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">OH IT'S GOTTA BE SAID</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Boys got moist for 400 miles</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said oh yeah</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm gonna fuck this bad boy till he gets me silly wild</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you break 'em when they're little they drop a baby roun' the house</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Abadaba see reeeed hot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said, loud meat yeah</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh it's gotta be said oh yeah</span>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861328882967337423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-26292776760046540582012-09-04T14:43:00.000-07:002012-09-04T14:55:35.689-07:00Lyrics Corner with Jeff<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Rancid</b> - "Warsaw"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b>CHOOOWWASSSSSUH! NAAAAANEFFDEHH!<br />Peeeyesssugeneuuuu baseball bat<br />Issu cheewedeugh raugh shiieeeughs, Pantera baseball bat<br />Wookie class lectural, disilluzhuh yuhfuhshuh</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hoop dreams in warsaw -- with a baseball bat</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">American! Baseball bat!<br />Demoliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish the discotheque!<br />And how many pushtuhhhhh faawuuuughbuck</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Teyabainayeh stuhscooyagh Washington deck</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">SEPTA KEY! 1981!<br />Hummumumbughayayacugdh<br />Humbuya flush kabowIIIIIIGH uuuuugh mashalawugh<br />Heyo bweeshkaugh Louisville<br />Ayayahhhhh nowaiiiiiy<br />Laiyughlaiyugh economic hardship in Warsaw</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">American! Baseball bat!<br />Demoliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish the discotheque!<br />And how many pushtuhhhhh faawuuuughbuck<br />Teyabainayehstuh scooyagh Washington deck</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hey! All alow, lisumuh deh!</span></div>
Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07861328882967337423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-87505633639427242862011-10-25T14:49:00.000-07:002011-10-25T14:49:38.244-07:00Late 2011 Update: Things I Love Right NowHi! Here's five new things I like and five old ones:<br /><br /><b>Newish</b><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dX3k_QDnzHE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yhgOt7YFN0I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MV_3Dpw-BRY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Itt0rALeHE8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8J8n9R8rnB8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><b>Oldish</b><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q9EJ0qXNJGg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gzaujcs-ziA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fQccK0F1_iY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1zmX6_ujBN0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2w1Q6MW4KHQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-78873030520406075232011-01-25T11:25:00.000-08:002011-01-25T11:25:23.090-08:00Making It Easy To Root For Evil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3LAuUWVScQ/TT8gOaneNbI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Mvqy_xycAhE/s1600/61gyTXchQ1L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G3LAuUWVScQ/TT8gOaneNbI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Mvqy_xycAhE/s320/61gyTXchQ1L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566203096488359346" /></a><br /><br><br /><br />Yeah I know, this is what woke my year+ blogging slumber, but so be it.<br /><br />Musical concerns aside, this is one of the worst album covers in history, right? The faux-metal thing is clearly a joke -- it has to be -- but it's a joke that's funny only to people who know that <b>Deerhoof</b> sound nothing like <b>Megadeth</b>. Which is obviously millions of people. And by "millions of people" I mean "hundreds of bloggers"Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-35644209584867613292009-12-03T11:06:00.000-08:002009-12-03T11:08:17.223-08:00Today's Three Awesome Things, And My Super-Brief Top X List For 2009I need to get that fuckhead from <b>WAVVES</b> off the top of my precious blog. How about we allow some awesomeness to ensue? Is that something you'd be interested in?<br /><br />* <b>Andrew W.K.</b> was already a made man for "Party Hard," but this GIF (old, but I only discovered it now) ought to give him a get-out-of-jail-free card for one, if not two, felony charges:<br /><br /><img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/andrew_wk_conan.gif"><br /><br />Seriously. He can commit two murders, and he'd still be in the black, morality-wise. This is so enthralling. I can't stop watching it. It's like if the Zapruder film were fun!<br /><br />* French juggernauts <b>Phoenix</b> have contributed three videos to the semi-improvised and semi-acoustic Les Concerts à Emporter series. "1901" is below, while equally awesome versions of "Lisztomania," "One Time Too Many" and "Long Distance Call" are elsewhere at <a href="http://www.blogotheque.net/Phoenix,5176">La Blogothèque</a>.<br /><br /><object width="600" height="351"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7942520&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7942520&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="600" height="351"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/7942520">Phoenix - 1901 - A Take Away Show</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque">La Blogothèque</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br />There will be at least one more mention of <b>Phoenix</b> before Christmas. Assuming I actually bother with a year-end list. As I said in the comments a couple posts back, I kinda feel like abandoning the listmaking process, washing my hands of it entirely, is the ultimate tribute to this particular year.<br /><br />* To reiterate a comment on my recent <b>Passion Pit</b> post, Stereogum's <a href="http://stereogum.com/archives/list/2010_albums_102801.html">list of upcoming 2010 releases</a>. Just a cursory glance at this list is enough to place 2010 way, WAY above 2009 as far as quality goes. It's like night and day. And that list doesn't even include May's rumored <b>Arcade Fire</b> album!<br /><br />My point: given those developments, and the objective impending awesomeness of at least 8-10 of those releases, why spend more time thinking about 2009 than absolutely necessary,? Am I right? I can check out <b>We Were Promised Jetpacks</b> and call it a year.<br /><br />* In fact, fuck it. We're going 2005-style on this list. Off the cuff, no thought, and very little explanation:<br /><br /><b>Best Album</b><br /><br />1) <b>Passion Pit</b> - Manners (best front to back)<br />2) <b>Phoenix</b> - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix (genius songs, but sags in places)<br />3) <b>The Decemberists</b> - The Hazards of Love (most underrated)<br />4) <b>Franz Ferdinand</b> - Tonight (totally awesome & unfairly underrated)<br />5) <b>The Flaming Lips</b> - Embryonic (their best in forever)<br />6) <b>Metric</b> - Fantasies (fun poppy throwback)<br />7) <b>the xx</b> - xx (nice new-wavey debut, potential one-offs)<br />8) <b>Noisettes</b> - Wild Young Hearts (made them super-famous in the UK this year)<br /><br />I can't even think of ten albums that I'd want to list. <b>Art Brut</b>, <b>A.C. Newman</b>, <b>Trail of Dead</b>, and <b>Royksopp</b> get honorable/partial mention. <b>Tegan and Sara</b> get an incomplete for me not listening to it yet.<br /><br /><b>Best Songs</b><br /><br />1) "Little Secrets" by <b>Passion Pit</b><br />2) (tie) "Lisztomania"/"1901" by <b>Phoenix</b><br />3) "Daylight" by <b>Matt & Kim</b><br />4) "The Heartbreak Rides" by <b>A.C. Newman</b><br />5) "Gold Guns Girls" by <b>Metric</b><br />6) "Two Weeks" by <b>Grizzly Bear</b><br />7) "Don't Upset The Rhythm" by <b>Noisettes</b><br />8) "Crystalised" by <b>the xx</b><br />9) "Watching The Planets" by <b>The Flaming Lips</b><br />10) "Ulysses" by <b>Franz Ferdinand</b><br /><br />And my annual <b>Most Awful</b> award should be <a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=animal+collective+sucks">self-explanatory</a>.<br /><br />That's it. That is literally how much effort I want to put into 2009. And now I'm done with it. Off to the airport; time to fly into 2010!Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-89070411127473061572009-11-27T10:53:00.004-08:002009-11-27T11:32:33.121-08:00Shitgaze: The Rare Indie Rock Subgenre That Actually Is What It Says It Is<img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/wavves.jpg" /><br /><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">This idiot is why cocaine is bad, kids.</span></i><br /><br />The only thing about indie rock more disappointing than its music is its labels. Inventing some nonsense term like "blipcore" or "nu-jungle" or whatever to describe indescribably odd music is so facile that the labels aren't even relevant. I got to the point where I could speak these terms (sort of) by realizing that you basically just smush words together in some vivid-sounding manner depending on how you feel. It's basically a bunch of arrogant crap. It's a rare pleasure to encounter a classification that actually works, that isn't just the verbal equivalent of "you got chocolate in my peanut butter."<br /><br />A few minutes ago, while reading an excellent <a href="http://www.eyeweekly.com/blog/post/78125--interview-christopher-r-weingarten-of-1000timesyes">write-up</a> of highly recommended <a href="http://www.twitter.com/1000TimesYes">1000 Times Yes</a> reviewer <b>Christopher R. Weingarten</b>, I was introduced to a word so fantastic that I felt compelled to share. It even gets its own paragraph. Behold:<br /><br /><b>"<a target="_blank" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shitgaze">Shitgaze</a>."</b><br /><br />Holy hell, is that a fantastic term. In a sea of names whose sounds are better than their meanings, I believe this is the most accurate that I've ever come across. Every single band that qualifies as shitgaze is, in fact, very shitty! <b>No Age</b>? Sucks! <b>Vivian Girls</b>? Unlistenable! <b>WAVVES</b>? Goes without saying! Combine "shit" with the evocatively deprecatory -gaze suffix, and you've got maybe the biggest face-forward diss possible. It would be like inventing a subgenre for <b>Animal Collective</b> and <b>Neon Indian</b> and stuff called "overratedgaze" or "waste of fucking timegaze," and then having the label stick. I can't imagine what I'd do if that happened. <i>[Ed. note: not true; what would happen is I would get an erection.]</i><br /><br />Anyway, shitgaze calls out the vast majority of the laziest, most unfairly overexposed indie acts on the planet, the bands that can't help but appear in my worst-of lists. It's a real thing, and it's awesome. Sure, many of these bands could adopt the term ironically, or as a compliment, but I prefer to pretend that it's nothing but an insult. I hate the music, but I love the word. My day is better thanks to shitgaze. So there.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-11321044129802364042009-10-21T19:57:00.001-07:002009-10-22T07:45:36.391-07:00My Blogging Habit Has Been Blown... To Kingdom ComeHoly jalapenos in a hot pocket... it's been almost six months since I said a damn thing. The last thing I said was "<b>Grizzly Bear</b> is awesome," and the only activity is a gaggle of Google-ogling haters reminding me that my <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2009/02/hate-binky-why-animal-collective-sucks.html">Hate Binky post</a> is the #1 search result on Google for "<b>Animal Collective</b> sucks." Not complaining about that per se... cause hey, fight the powers that be. But I have hit blog bottom, and it smells like moth balls down here. Time to bust out the biscuits and strike up the band.<br /><br />So let's see what I've been up to, culture-wise:<br /><br /><b>DINING & TRAVEL</b><br /><br />I ate cream cheese on a bagel. I ate smoked mackerel. I ate at one of Las Vegas's finest buffets, shortly after eating the best Egg McMuffin I have ever had. I drew a picture of myself with blood pouring out of my mouth in crayon at a $30-an-entree restaurant. I ordered filet mignon shortly after drawing said picture. It was delicious. The filet mignon, not the drawing. The drawing was underdone. Those things happened over the past six months.<br /><br /><b>FILM</b><br /><br />My Netflix queue has become a cesspool. I still haven't finished my Best Movies of 2008 post, and it's almost 2010. Not that I'll be writing a 2009 post from the look of it... I have seen exactly one film in a theater since the last time I posted anything here: the sixth <b>Harry Potter</b> movie. It was great, until the end, when it absolutely blew. How do you make the most devastating moment in the series totally boring and matter-of-fact? Makes me want to puke in a sorting hat.<br /><br /><b>TV</b><br /><br /><b>Lost</b>. That's about it. Almost done with season two, and so far it's everything I'd hoped for. <b>Mad Men</b>'s been awesome, but that ain't news.<br /><br /><b>MUSIC</b><br /><br />Kind of a blah year for Teh Rock. To invert a <b>Louis CK</b> truism, nothing is awesome, and everyone's happy. Really? We're happy that <b>Animal Collective</b> and <b>Dirty Projectors</b> are the only things we can really hang our hats on this year? We're fine with that being the direction of music?<br /><br />The only real victory of the year, musically speaking, the only true, top-to-bottom legitimate contender for Best Album of 2009, is <i>Manners</i>, from Cambridge's own <b>Passion Pit</b>. Continuing the burgeoning trend of <span style="font-weight:bold;">New Order</span>/<span style="font-weight:bold;">Devo</span> fixation, as epitomized by the likes of <span style="font-weight:bold;">Cut Copy</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Holy Fuck</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Hot Chip</span>, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Passion Pit</span> have brought the synth-heavy sound to bright, fun, bouncy new places. There's nothing complicated or challenging about them... I don't see <span style="font-weight:bold;">PP</span> changing the game or blazing new trails in music or anything. But I don't care. <span style="font-style:italic;">Manners</span> is flat-out incredible from start to finish. All the words being used to describe <span style="font-style:italic;">Merriweather Post Pavilion</span> that I hated so much? "Danceable," "universal," "accessible," and so forth? Those words describe <span style="font-weight:bold;">Passion Pit</span>.<br /><br />Behold:<br /><br />"To Kingdom Come"<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9_eJm-QS1k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9_eJm-QS1k&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />"Little Secrets"<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxL9Hod_qCY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxL9Hod_qCY&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />"The Reeling"<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVstHPhaJ6M&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qVstHPhaJ6M&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />See? Isn't that some fun-ass fun? You know it is.<br /><br />(Also of interest is Andrew Kuo's thoughts, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/imagepages/2008/09/20/arts/music/0920-kuo.html">visualized</a>, on a show of theirs last year as well as their debut EP, <i>Chunk of Change</i>.)<br /><br />Basically, this is the one breakout masterpiece of the year. <i>Manners</i> is the only front-to-back excellent album of the year; even <i>Wolfgang Amadeus <b>Phoenix</b></i> has its uncompelling moments. It'd be great to hear another breakout pop album before Christmas but I'm not holding my breath. It's not that kind of year. (<i>Embryonic</i> doesn't count, cause <i>Embryonic</i> is fucked up.)<br /><br />It's bad enough that my primary musical fascination since the beginning of the summer has been late 70's/early 80's punk (<b>Buzzcocks, Wire, Minutemen</b>) and post-punk (<b>Gang of Four, Mission of Burma, Pere Ubu</b>) and neither (<b>Elvis Costello</b>). I've gone 30 years back in time to find something that moves me. I don't think I'll be able to do this again next year.<br /><br />But until then... <i>Double Nickels On The Dime</i>, you are fabulous.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LSFOGb0T2Y&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LSFOGb0T2Y&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-17721624256325877862009-05-27T19:01:00.001-07:002009-05-27T19:33:49.844-07:00Cats And Dogs, Living TogetherI never thought I'd say these words, but here goes:<br /><br />I like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Grizzly Bear</span>'s new song, "Two Weeks." I like it a LOT.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjecYugTbIQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjecYugTbIQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm as shocked by this as anyone. I'm supposed to hate that song with the flame of a thousand cases of gonorrhea. And yet I don't. What's wrong with me???<br /><br />I hate <span style="font-weight:bold;">Grizzly Bear</span> as much as <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2009/02/hate-binky-why-animal-collective-sucks.html">anyone else</a>. They're a quartet of effete, self-serious twats who make <span style="font-weight:bold;">Vampire Weekend</span> look like the fucking <span style="font-weight:bold;">Dropkick Murphys</span>. I could rant for hours about their meritless rise to stardom, fueled by a legion of headphone-riddled professional-ish bloggers. They are exactly what's wrong with indie "rock" at the present moment, forcing me to put rock in double quotes.<br /><br />Here's what I <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2006/12/favorite-albums-of-2006.html">wrote</a> about their breakthrough LP in late 2006:<br /><br /><blockquote><u><i>Worst Album Of The Year</i></u><br /><b>Grizzly Bear</b> - <i>Yellow House</i><br /><br />No contest. After several tries, I remain entirely confused by <span style="font-style:italic;">Yellow House</span>'s critical success. It's a boring, meandering, unremarkable turd. Even their idea (beautiful lo-fi pop) is a piece of shit, never mind the fact that they failed to execute it. Since when did <b>Beach Boys</b> harmonies become the indie scene's top priority? This band sucks.<br /><br />Put it this way. Car trouble caused them to miss a gig here in DC. opening for <b>TVOTR</b>, back in October. Their absence on that night ranks as one of the luckiest things that happened to me all year.</blockquote><br /><br />Ouch. Gotta love the <span style="font-weight:bold;">Beach Boys</span> slam, which seems particularly prescient prior to the preponderance of <span style="font-style:italic;">Pet Sounds</span> preoccupation amongst pundits pertaining to <span style="font-weight:bold;">Panda Bear</span>'s putrid, pallid personal project, <span style="font-style:italic;">Person Pitch</span>. But yeah, <span style="font-style:italic;">Yellow House</span> sucks harder than a thousand pounds of barnacles. It's as unlistenable as my alliteration is unreadable.<br /><br />The impending release of <span style="font-style:italic;">Veckatimest</span> set all my early alarms off. The reception of <span style="font-style:italic;">Merriweather Post Pavilion</span> gave me an idea of what was to come from the blogosphere and criterati; already primed to hate <span style="font-style:italic;">Veckatimest</span> and anyone who didn't, I planned to skip the album and the entire conversation.<br /><br />Then something unexpected happened: they wrote a <span style="font-weight:bold;">Wolf Parade</span> song. That buzzing keyboard, jutting out into the main hook, would fit in nicely on <span style="font-style:italic;">Apologies To The Queen Mary</span>. It brings a rough edge to a band that is typically soft to the point of detriment. Good thing too, because unlike every lifeless, flaccid millisecond of <span style="font-style:italic;">Yellow House</span>, "Two Weeks" actually has some verve to it. Congratulations boys, you realized what effect music is supposed to have on people.<br /><br />But even though it's fucking "Hey Jude" compared to their earlier output, it isn't nearly as effective as it could have been. It's an old chestnut of mine: when the song's natural momentum gets throttled by design, in order to draw attention to the painstaking musical design, you fucked up. Sure enough, the drum work, which is otherwise far improved, drives the energy backwards, not forwards. I feel the music being pulled back when I listen. I guess it's interesting that I can feel that so vividly, but I dunno.<br /><br />I found it interesting that the premise of the video, i.e. the lugubrious facial tics, the digitally-enhanced slo-mo drag of eye blinks etc., is a digital representation of what I hear the drums doing. You are waiting impatiently for the eye to come all the way up, just like you're waiting impatiently for the song to catch up with what your brain expects.<br /><br />It's just more evidence that the band's conceit, to drag music downtempo, to suck the urgency out and proceed as carefully and deliberately as possible, is what's holding "Two Weeks" back. With a more talented ear at the helm, "Two Weeks" would be a legitimate sensation, but instead it's just a likable curiosity. One need look no further than <span style="font-weight:bold;">Girl Talk</span>'s amazing remix of "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmD7CvuLxdE">Knife</a>" from a couple years back to hear how brilliant <span style="font-weight:bold;">GB</span>'s songs can be when taken out of their boring-ass hands. In someone else's hands, you could be looking at seriously classic shit.<br /><br />Instead, as fits <span style="font-weight:bold;">GB</span>'s raison d'etre, the song has been soaked in milk. That slower pace to the vocals; their trademark, gimmicky church harmonies; the almost clunky interplay between drums (livelier than anywhere else in <span style="font-weight:bold;">GB</span>'s recent work) and piano/keyboard... it's all part of the playbook. "Knife" is their mission statement; the suffocation of "Two Weeks" is just a reminder.<br /><br />This is why I have the degree of bile I have for this band: it's frustrating enough for their addictive hooks to be straight-up bungled, but they are actually given MORE credit for doing it wrong than anyone else gets for doing it right! It's just amazing.<br /><br />Odd that after 700 words I've spent this much time bitching about a song I ultimately like. Reminds me of my take on "My Girls," which I also enjoy freely. I think so little of <span style="font-weight:bold;">AC</span> that I've graded "My Girls" on a curve, thus crediting them for making a half-decent song more than they deserve, all while hating their guts. Likewise, the fact that "Two Weeks" is merely listenable had me sprinting to my Blogger dashboard to spill out all this internal conflict. I can't just like/dislike their music at face value, because in the end I want much more from them than this. Whatever that all means.<br /><br />But ultimately, I have to hand it to them. It's a goddamn ear worm. I can't stop thinking about it, or humming along to it. They did exactly what they needed to do to win me over: something different from that thing that made me wish sterility and cancer upon them. Something that actually speaks to what I like about music. It's a legitimate pop tune. Well done.<br /><br />As for the other tracks on <span style="font-style:italic;">Veckatimest</span>... I haven't made up my mind on the entirety of it, but it's not as unpleasant an experience as <span style="font-style:italic;">Yellow House</span>. Not by a longshot. Not only am I not bored out of my gourd, I'm actually leaning positive on it. I know one thing for certain: I won't be putting them in the "Worst Of The Year" category this year. Upset of the new century, by a country mile.<br /><br />Now, of course, I have a new problem: who is left for me to bestow that dishonor upon? To destroy <span style="font-weight:bold;">Freddie Mercury</span>'s sentiment... can anybody find me somebody to loathe? I never thought I'd say THESE words, either, but I sure hope <span style="font-weight:bold;">Deerhoof</span> or <span style="font-weight:bold;">Clap Your Hands Say Yeah</span> puts out new music soon...Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-30489528640879996972009-03-25T22:10:00.002-07:002009-03-25T22:16:10.837-07:00Stuff I'm Loving Right NowAccentuate the positive, that's what I always say...<br /><br /><b>Phoenix</b> - "1901"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSLbW1S5gHA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSLbW1S5gHA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />New song from a band I completely missed the boat on last time around. 2006's <span style="font-style:italic;">It's Never Been Like That</span> is a great album. How I screwed up so royally, I don't know. In sports terms, me letting <span style="font-weight:bold;">Phoenix</span> past me in 2006 is like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Carlos Beltran</span> letting strike three go past him against the Cardinals in the NLCS. Inexcusable.<br /><br />Anyway, what I've heard of <span style="font-style:italic;">Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix</span> has sounded just as good. It's exactly what <span style="font-weight:bold;">MGMT</span> does, but they've been doing it longer and they have all the kinks worked out.<br /><br />As a remedial <span style="font-weight:bold;">Phoenix</span>-is-awesome lesson, here's the audio to "Napoleon Says":<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDt8Mna8ZiE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDt8Mna8ZiE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><b>Metric</b> - "Gimme Sympathy"<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyoWEGpSNe4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyoWEGpSNe4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Seems like Canada hasn't been mined for all its sunny pop yet. This is the catchiest song I've heard in ages. I seriously can't stop hearing it. I'm hearing Cylon activation messages. IT'S IN THE FRAKKIN SHIP!!!!! It's incredible how jacked up I get about one teeny, tiny alteration in the synth riff, where it goes way up high towards the end of the chorus. Totally eating that one part up.<br /><br />I feel like I say this a lot about a lot of bands... but why aren't chick-driven bands like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Stars</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Metric</span> HUGE bands? Why isn't Gimme Sympathy all over the radio and prime-time chick shows?<br /><br />Here's why: their kickass alt-rock sound is very late-90s. It only furthers my theory that Canada is just like America, but 12 years ago. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Metric</span> should be the <span style="font-weight:bold;">Letters to Cleo</span> of this era; <span style="font-weight:bold;">Emily Haines</span> should be its <span style="font-weight:bold;">Kay Hanley</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Röyksopp</span> - "Happy Up Here"<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmcPeuf5aXo&hl=en&fs=1&ap=%2526fmt%3D18"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmcPeuf5aXo&hl=en&fs=1&ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />The song is pretty simple and fun. The video is fucking awesome. That's all I got to say on that.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-23111594480718875042009-02-20T13:57:00.003-08:002009-02-20T14:06:33.764-08:00CAWK KACAWK KACAWWWWW!Tweet of the week goes to famous blogger <a href="http://twitter.com/jkottke/status/1224258149">Jason Kottke</a>, who taught his infant son to perform the <s>inimitable</s> apparently imitable after all <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/jkottke/3291373872/">Gob Bluth chicken dance</a>.<br /><br />Kottke provides linkage but just in case you forgot a single occurrence of the chicken dance:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nIT5sFhw4sU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nIT5sFhw4sU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-31129745197303199382009-02-20T13:55:00.001-08:002009-02-20T13:56:14.259-08:00Blogging By Linking Always Sunny Videos Theater, Part IIIMy favorite <b>It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia</b> sequence of late has been Charlie's official job title as the group's "wildcard," after three seasons of doing it pro bono. Hilarity, as it always does, ensues.<br /><br /><object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/6NSwqT7r865jZmEMlepyZw"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/6NSwqT7r865jZmEMlepyZw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/TEbauTPC34V3qk5ygeXBkA"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/TEbauTPC34V3qk5ygeXBkA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/XW-3blPVAdDe6wKg7B353Q"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/XW-3blPVAdDe6wKg7B353Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYtjpIwamos&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYtjpIwamos&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The other 12 seconds of this ep that I didn't show here are also very funny. Solid episode all around. And it really makes you think...Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-83888386628210248942009-02-20T13:43:00.001-08:002009-02-20T13:53:35.866-08:00I Discovered An Uninteresting CoincidenceDiscovered for myself, anyway. While randomly watching the video for one of my all-time desert island songs, "The Laws Have Changed" by my beloved <span style="font-weight:bold;">New Pornographers</span>, I found a not-really-famous face from <span style="font-weight:bold;">Battlestar Galactica</span> posing as the video's faux singer. I think you can see her in the preview still right now:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeD3gEcPY90&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PeD3gEcPY90&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />You can tell this was filmed somewhere around the miniseries/first season because she's not a shrewish, unfaithful, drug-addicted, post-pregnancy nutjob. Kidding! (<b>UPDATE</b>: I'm not kidding.)Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-40417617228196947922009-02-18T11:01:00.001-08:002009-02-18T11:03:46.925-08:00Franz Ferdinand: Tonight: Franz Ferdinand<img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/tonightfranzferdinand.jpg"><br /><br />Five years after "Take Me Out" burst into the mainstream on the strength of its rough, post-punk guitars and high-hat disco beats, becoming perhaps the biggest indie-to-mainstream rock hit of the current century, it's evident that very few indie bands nowadays really, really rock. Certain explosions in popularity stand in stark contrast to the raw, in-your-face rock of <b>Franz Ferdinand</b>, the last true rockers to break out of the indie ghetto.<br /><br />They've been chomping at the bit to expand their palette since "Take Me Out" made it big. <i>You Could Have It So Much Better</i> is littered with a desire to change the band's direction, although the results when they did were thoroughly lousy. ("Eleanor Put Your Boots On" is irredeemably awful.) There was much to love, but those departures really, really didn't work.<br /><br />So I was understandably saddened by the rumors, two years ago, that <b>Franz Ferdinand</b> would be going heavy on the synthesizers for their follow-up. Goddammit... MORE changes. One of the few bands that really understand how guitars work, and who had as of that moment done no wrong, had announced their intention to ditch what worked for them. My <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2007/01/take-me-out-please.html">response at the time</a> was that it was "not good news until proven otherwise."<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Tonight</span> is otherwise.<br /><br />Turns out that <span style="font-weight:bold;">Franz Ferdinand</span>'s signature sound works as well on keyboards as on guitars. Just as <i>Dear Science</i> proved that <b>TV On The Radio</b>'s identity can be felt across lots of different sonic landscapes, <i>Tonight</i> proves as much for <b>Franz Ferdinand</b>.<br /><br />Though their intention to abandon the guitar was a bit jarring, but their changeover from funky guitar to disco synths really isn't. In practice, it's more that they've made an entire album of tracks based on <i>You Could Have It So Much Better</i> standout "Outsiders." It's laced with colorful funky, disco-ish flourishes, but it's still rock.<br /><br />The track ordering shrewdly integrates their departures into what we hear as the album progresses, avoiding any feeling of what could have been jarring changes. Early tracks "Ulysses" and "No You Girls" are more heavily dependent on guitar stomps. "Twilight Omens" and "Bite Hard" are the first synth-driven songs we hear, and we've been prepared by the time they arrive. By the time full-blown disco tracks "Live Alone" and "Lucid Dreams" come around, you barely notice or care. That gradual progression helps sell us on the expansion of what works for them, letting us come around slowly if need be.<br /><br />This change isn't always a good thing, though. Pre-release track "Lucid Dreams" as <a href="http://franzferdinand.co.uk/lucid-dreams/">presented here</a> late last year is a rollicking, classically Franz track. The track as found on <i>Tonight</i> has been transformed and digested into a techno epic that lacks the sheer awesomeness of the leak, despite its charms. The differences evident in this one song are a microcosm of the entire changeover... you yearn wistfully for the old thing when they're mostly just doing the new thing.<br /><br />But in the end, this is still an excellent, excellent pop album. After being somewhat randomly associated with <b>The Killers</b> for so long simply because their arrivals came at the same time, <span style="font-weight:bold;">Franz Ferdinand</span> has made the <b>Killers</b> album we've all been waiting for since <i>Hot Fuss</i>.<br /><br />I give <span style="font-style:italic;">Tonight: Franz Ferdinand</span> a rating of <b>four assassinated archdukes</b> out of five. Well done.<br /><br /><img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/archdukeFF.gif" height=32 width=27> <img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/archdukeFF.gif" height=32 width=27> <img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/archdukeFF.gif" height=32 width=27> <img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/archdukeFF.gif" height=32 width=27> <img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/archdukeFF_no.gif" height=32 width=27>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-87654704626532812972009-02-15T13:00:00.001-08:002009-02-15T13:01:36.224-08:00Live: Frightened RabbitLet's have a change of pace: happy thoughts! We gotta stay positive...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Frightened Rabbit</span><br />January 18, 2009<br />Great Scott, Allston, MA<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3210152891_a5ff1a630f.jpg?v=0"><br /><br />After three songs of solid singing and whoo-ing along to <span style="font-weight:bold;">Frightened Rabbit</span>, lead singer Scott Hutchison looked at the mic and said "tonight's gonna be a good one." He was right.<br /><br />They apparently didn't see many packed houses on this tour; in fact, their heavily front-loaded set list seemed to expect an audience to become distracted if they didn't keep them hooked from the get-go. That wasn't the case last month at the sold-out Great Scott.<br /><br />And it's not going to be the case again if they keep this up. Seeing these guys up close and personal, on a stage that had no private entry or protection, was a treat unlikely to be repeated. If they continue to pop up on network pap like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Chuck</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Grey's Anatomy</span>, it'll take a lot more work to see them from the front row again.<br /><br />Given the crowd, and their popularity even as a fledgling outfit, that train might have already sailed. Hundreds of true believers braved a crippling winter storm to show up and rock out. The crowd was a lot more die-hard than I expected; their energy and sing-along skills drove the performance to surprising heights. It's hard to have much of a stage presentation in such a tiny setting, but they managed to show serious presence anyway. By covering each of <span style="font-style:italic;">The Midnight Organ Fight</span>'s eleven proper songs, and clearly, clearly busting their asses in the process, I don't think they would have let anyone leave disappointed. They really gave it their all.<br /><br />While their music is nothing particularly special in structure, the amount of heart that Hutchison (and his brother, Grant, on the drum kit) pours into the music makes it special. In my <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-albums-of-2008.html">Best Of 2008</a> post, I drew a comparison between them and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Neutral Milk Hotel</span> based on those very qualities. So it was no surprise when <span style="font-weight:bold;">Frightened Rabbit</span> busted out a cover of "Song Against Sex," from <i>On Avery Island</i>, during their encore. The only less surprising covers would have been "The King Of Carrot Flowers" and "Holland, 1945." Anyway, as a big <b>NMH</b> fan I was glad to see <i>someone</i> playing their music. (I've got a post on NMH in my draft folder; sit tight.)<br /><br />Anyway, I left the show completely satisfied. Thanks to the storm, it took me two hours to traverse what is normally a 30-minute trip. Exhausted as I was, it was worth it.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3279140057_be0e6f94c4.jpg?v=0"><br /><br /><b><u>Set List</u></b><br /><br />The Modern Leper<br />Fast Blood<br />Old Old Fashioned<br />I Feel Better<br />Good Arms Vs. Bad Arms<br />The Twist<br />Backwards Walk<br />Head Rolls Off<br />Floating In The Forth<br />The Greys<br />Square 9<br /><br />Poke (acoustic)<br />Song Against Sex (<span style="font-weight:bold;">NMH</span> cover)<br />Keep Yourself Warm<br /><br /><u>Opening Acts</u><br /><br />Not much to report. <b>Pants Yell!</b> was okay, not too shabby for a local band. <b>David Karsten Daniels</b>, on the other hand, seemed preoccupied with his elaborate foot-switch setup when he should have been connecting with the crowd. When the material doesn't line up with the crowd or the other two acts, but you still need to keep someone else's crowd amused, you really can't be taking minutes between songs to draw attention to your bells and whistles like that. He lost me after two songs.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-31184934927975429712009-02-14T13:51:00.006-08:002009-08-09T12:40:46.618-07:00The Hate Binky: Why Animal Collective Sucks<span style="font-style: italic;">subtitle: "And Why Their New Album Sucks As Much As Anything Else They've Done"</span><br /><br /><img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/mpp.jpg" /><br /><br />Sometimes I think the world would be a better place if I was <b>Robert Christgau</b>. Universally respected, receiving dozens of promotional CDs every week, holding the taste of American music nerds beneath my thumb, saving my audience from devolving into musical ignorami. Whenever the blogosphere echo-chambers itself into an insulated consensus on something that is plainly, clearly crap, this desire dominates my thoughts.<br /><br />That has been my state of mind since the release (actually, since the online leak) of <b>Animal Collective</b>'s new album, <i>Merriweather Post Pavilion</i>. I personally believe <b>Animal Collective</b> is the worst popular band on the planet. This includes the likes of <b>Katy Perry</b>, <b>The Fray</b>, and such. Those acts are treated as what they are. <b>Animal Collective</b> is very much not; they are praised to high heaven for things that they very plainly are not doing.<br /><br />Of late, it has been impossible to read a music blog without encountering some sort of moronic embellishment of <b>AC</b>'s place in American culture. (Actual importance: zero.) And after two solid months of this, I'm on my very last nerve.<br /><br />I have taken a lot of time to think this through. My dislike for <b>AC</b> is very much a rational, cold-blooded loathe. I do not like them, Sam I Am. There are things they've done that I like, but these are very clearly an exception. They stand for everything I despise in music. I simply wish they did not exist. I wish they'd never met each other. I wish at the very least that they each had the goddamn common sense to listen to the "music" they make together and never lift a microphone again.<br /><br />But more than the music itself, their place in conversation irritates me to no end. I'm flatly shocked that anyone who knows a single fucking thing about music would be ignorant enough to consider them anything more than a curiosity. They are built to appeal to a minority of weirdos, to be taken with an entire shaker of salt. You don't see people clamoring for mainstream acceptance of <b>Aphex Twin</b>, or <b>Squarepusher</b>, or other freak electronic acts.<br /><br />And yet that is the tenor of any discussion when it comes to <b>AC</b>. They are extremely popular within an insular circle of highly abnormal people, located far from reality, that apparently has taken it upon themselves to speak for the rest of us. Any website worth my attention has batted around this ridiculous Colbertian meme: "<i>Merriweather Post Pavilion</i>. Great album, or greatest album?" It is a discussion for lunatics who need to leave their homes before presenting their final answers. Who died and made <b>Animal Collective</b> king?<br /><br />To make clear, my objections are not based on taste. I roll my eyes when someone raves about a piece of shit band like <b>Grizzly Bear</b> or <b>No Age</b>, but poor taste in music is not the issue. Loathing aside, I will grant that there is an audience for this kind of music. This is very much the most ridiculous critical response to music I have ever witnessed.<br /><br />The problem, to me, is one of defining the basic terms of the discussion. Love or hate, music has certain qualities that cannot be argued. Happy, dreary, energetic, angular, poppy... there are grey areas for sure, but for the most part these are qualities that are is-or-isn't propositions.<br /><br /><b>Animal Collective</b>'s supporters, to a person, are using alternate definitions of terms that no rational listener could possibly use. They are describing something completely different than what you will hear. And as the last 20-30 years of politics have proven, if you refuse to define your terms the way everyone else does, you cannot have a dialogue.<br /><br />Let's break down exactly where the problems lie:<br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-style:italic;">"Something accessible and complete"</span> - Pitchfork <a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/record_review/148230-animal-collective-merriweather-post-pavilion">album review</a></li></ul><br />Um, no. It is exactly as inaccessible as anything they've ever done. I have a very tolerant and patient ear now, and I cannot fucking bear to sit around and wait six minutes for <b>Animal Collective</b> to get to the point of their song (if they ever do). I will grant them credit for a veritable cornucopia of bits and pieces of ideas. But they are satisfied just with that, with taking one idea and repeating it ad nauseum for 7-8 minutes. Complete, yes. A complete fucking waste of time.<br /><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-style:italic;">"Danceable and insanely catchy"</span> - Pitchfork <a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/node/148289">track review</a> of "My Girls"</li></ul><br />Well, maybe not. If I learned anything from my time with <i>MPP</i>, it's that "My Girls" is actually a pretty good song. It has glaring weaknesses, but I do see why it would have some appeal. It's the closest they come to a real song, though it still lacks anything besides its main musical idea. It's harmless.<br /><br />That said... the whole song is <b>Panda Bear</b> wailing away over a chord progression (another rarity for them) that doesn't go anywhere. And this is what passes for "insanely catchy" these days? Really? <i>Really???</i> "My Girls" should be treated as what it is: a step forward, but still very <b>Animal Collective</b>. But because "My Girls" sounds like fucking "Hey Jude" compared to everything else <b>AC</b> has done, they are giving it that much credit. A guy uses echo effects on his voice, ONE technique <b>Brian Wilson</b> used with the <b>Beach Boys</b>, and suddenly they ARE the <b>Beach Boys</b>.<br /><br />To me, it's like the <b>Chris Rock</b> routine where he talks about people being proud of themselves for things they're supposed to do. "I take <i>care</i> of MY kids," "I ain't never been to jail," and so forth, with Rock's reaction being "of COURSE you supposed to take care of your kids!" This apparently is how everyone thinks <b>Animal Collective</b> just reinvented music because they employed a chord change. If you expect me to give them a pat on the fucking back for that, you are barking up the wrong asshole. Their next accessible and complete musical idea will be their first.<br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-style:italic;">"Gorgeous," "<span style="font-weight:bold;">Animal Collective</span>'s music is for everyone's world"</span> - <a href="http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/68883-animal-collective-merriweather-post-pavilion/">PopMatters</a>, author of which is named for what I think <span style="font-weight: bold;">AC</span>'s music is most accurately described as</li></ul><br /><br />"Gorgeous" isn't a universal word, so my objections to that are beyond the topic. It's a word that gets most critics into a hole in my book. They will pick up some faux-choral piece of shit like <b>Grizzly Bear</b> or <b>Joanna Newsom</b> and praise it for its beauty. Earth to critic: it is a fucking lo-fi indie rock record that cost $4000 to record, so no, it's not fucking beautiful. It exposes the author as someone who has never heard a symphony, or isn't caught up on his <b>Miles Davis</b>. In this context, it just makes you look stupid.<br /><br />As to the suggestions of universality, I laugh in your idiotic fucking face. No, <b>Animal Collective</b> is not music for the world of your average black kid in Roxbury, now is it? Or an 85-year-old Southern socialite? Or a Tokyo schoolgirl? If the author thought for just one fucking second before typing that sentence, he would have removed it. Hackery at its finest.<br /><br />Seriously. What is with the superlatives? I thought the job of the critic was to put something in perspective, not to hide the perspective up one's ass while typing away.<br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-style:italic;">"Orgasmic rush of danceable rock"</span> - <a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2009/01/animal-collective-merriweather-post-pavilion-domin.html">Paste</a>, in a truly embarrassing non-review</li></ul><br />No, no, no. This guy compared <b>Animal Collective</b> to <b>Girl Talk</b>. That is so fucking obviously inappropriate that this dipshit should be barred from music criticism for the rest of his life. He moves on to suggest that <i>MPP</i> is a rave record by ending his review with "hand me that glow stick." Jesus Tapdancing Fucking Christ. He hit so many wrong buttons that I'm surprised he didn't use the P word.<br /><br />Look, I have done my due diligence. I have studied <i>MPP</i> relentlessly, thinking that America cannot possibly be as stupid as I'd assumed. I was wrong. Hoping against hope that I had somehow missed some kind of revelatory advance in their music, I found that I had not. <i>MPP</i> is exactly the same droning, meandering, path to nowhere that their other work provides. "My Girls" is probably their best work, but it doesn't give anyone the ability to use the words that were used. None of the above quotes have any foundation in truth whatsoever.<br /><br />The music being described by those quotes is <span style="font-weight:bold;">The Hold Steady</span>. <span style="font-weight:bold;">LCD Soundsystem</span>. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Cut Copy</span>. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Hot Chip</span>, maybe. Those are poppy, accessible acts. They share absolutely nothing with <span style="font-weight:bold;">Animal Collective</span>.<br /><br />Here's our experiment. Below is a high-def embed of the aforementioned "danceable" song, "My Girls." So get on up and shake that thang!<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&hl=en&fs=1&ap=%2526fmt%3D22"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&hl=en&fs=1&ap=%2526fmt%3D22" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br />Come on, let's see you dance to it. Go right ahead. It's danceable, right? If it doesn't look like the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xi4O1yi6b0">Elaine Benes</a> dance, I'll be shocked. I want to see a wedding reception go bananas to this song. Because it's danceable, so naturally a group of regular people will dance to it, right?<br /><br />See, that's what kills me. Use a better word, and I have no objection whatsoever. But if we can't agree on basic vocabulary, then we can't have a discussion. They've used a word that does not apply, but that they WISHED would apply... so it was used it anyway.<br /><br />There is a baseline, control sense of these words that you have to consider before using them to describe this weirdo, hipster shit. Ignore the general sense, and you either look like a fucking idiot, or you look like you're lying. If the average person were to hear from a litany of national food critics that the bowl of corn-riddled turds he's eating is in fact a hazelnut creme brulee with a raspberry amaretto reduction, apparently he'll eventually believe it. But not me. I'm not eating one kernel of <span style="font-style: italic;">Merriweather Post Pavilion</span>. It's shit. It's a big bowl of shit.<br /><br />Here's the deal. The method for connecting to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Animal Collective</span>'s super-cerebral electronica is similar to that of the more inaccessible "free jazz" artists that emerged in the early 1960s. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ornette Coleman</span> is considered an important artist; in my opinion, his entire career is a pile of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWkHG2sKavg">nihilistic, anti-musical shit</a>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cecil Taylor</span>, whose <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yomesyf8GFY">output</a> is far more worthy of praise, was noted in the famous <span style="font-style: italic;">Jazz</span> miniseries to have encouraged his fans to "study" for his appearances; I agree 100% with <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wynton Marsalis</span>'s contention that music should not require homework. In each sense, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Animal Collective</span>'s blueprint for appreciation is identical to Taylor's and Coleman's. Understanding them requires a non-musical approach, an emphasis on craft over the end product, with repeat listens a concrete requirement. You put in your homework and you get something out of it. No homework, no benefit.<br /><br />I personally don't care for that, but that's what it is. It's not pop, accessible, danceable, or anything even remotely fucking close to that. It's homework. It's OBVIOUSLY homework.<br /><br />So obvious, in fact, that I don't think the above quotes are simply wrong or misguided. They do not simply exhibit poor taste. The language used to describe <span style="font-style:italic;">MPP</span> is so woefully inaccurate that I can't see it as anything other than reflexive opinions that could be used to describe any indie band making a leap.<br /><br />But there's no leap. They WANT the band to have made the leap, so they make it for them. The cart has been placed before the horse.<br /><br />In other words, the reaction is intentionally dishonest and misleading. The music has been set aside, leaving the context and growth to be considered apart from their actual achievements. A nation of buffoonish critics wants to elevate a pet band of theirs to prominence without merit, to flex its muscles just to show that it can do so regardless of whether there is justification. It's widespread, willful ignorance. And it makes all of us look stupid.<br /><br />After all this venting, the question remains: what makes this such a special case? Why single them out? What harm are they doing?<br /><br />It's very simple. <b>Animal Collective</b> is the Evangelical Christianity of indie rock. Harmless in theory, abusive and dangerous in practice.<br /><br />* Their fans are more prone to proselytizing than any other band I'm aware of. They just cannot shut their fucking yaps about how awesome <b>Animal Collective</b> is, how they're so poppy and how everyone else needs to love them. Just like the average born-again. They can't tolerate anyone who thinks otherwise, can't understand why anyone would. The rest of us, those of us in the silent majority who do, can only roll our eyes at how hopeless, how detached from reality, one must be to feel that way.<br /><br />* Just as evangelical wingnuts are allowed to control political discourse in America, <b>Animal Collective</b> wingnuts are allowed to dictate the future of music. The fundamental (so to speak) flaws in their belief is never addressed, because it's a matter of not looking like you don't get it. Just like political figures would never take a bat to the evangelicals like they deserve.<br /><br />* It's not the band's fault, just like the evangelicals aren't God's fault. <b>AC</b>, much to my chagrin, are just doing their thing. I don't like it, but in a vacuum, they are free to do it. The off-the-mark reception and analysis of their music is the problem. Remember, God's a cool guy. His followers are the retards, not him.<br /><br />* The holy-rolling clowns who praise Jesus and act on his behalf... the guys telling me to eschew condoms, to hate Muslims, to let the FCC parent my children... do not understand the fucking Bible one bit. But they follow Jesus anyway, to make sure everyone else knows they love Jesus more than you. Likewise, those who praise <b>Animal Collective</b> don't understand the music's flaws one bit, but they want <i>so desperately</i> to get <b>Animal Collective</b> that this is what their praise sounds like.<br /><br />That last item is the killer. It's a group of people trying to will their nutbag idea of reality into the mainstream, without merit, just because a lot of people on the internet say so. If internet discussion has taught us anything, it's that the silent majority cannot be won over. Just because two hundred dopes on the internet say something, it doesn't mean that anyone else gives half a shit about it.<br /><br />In my heart of hearts, the release of <i>Merriweather Post Pavilion</i> is an apocalyptic event in the world of music. It has exposed all of the very worst things about the internet revolution. It gives wingnuts a voice, much like the Bush administration did. But wingnuts they are. And nobody has stood up to call a spade a spade.<br /><br />So here I am. Just like those who feel the need to walk up and down the sidewalk wearing only a pair of socks and a signboard, I'm here to warn you. The end is nigh.<br /><br /><b>UPDATE</b>: I should reference <a href="http://www.hipsterrunoff.com/2009/01/animal-collective-is-a-band-created-byforon-the-internet.html">this</a>, just for clarity's sake. Having re-read Carles's post for the first time in a few weeks, the evangelism idea very clearly comes from his original observation. I'm not that clever.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com107tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-89397745341965395062009-01-20T11:54:00.004-08:002009-01-20T12:02:23.399-08:00It Was Funny When Everyone Freaked Out About Palin, And It's Funny Now<img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/igotthis.jpg"><br /><br />God bless America.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-28964182513050731262009-01-01T22:13:00.000-08:002009-01-01T22:13:59.195-08:00How Did These Things Escape My Grasp Until Now?<span style="font-weight:bold;">Yeah Yeah Yeahs</span> - "Gold Lion"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="25"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dewzOxQ52kg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dewzOxQ52kg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="25"></embed></object><br /><br />I thought they were a one-hit wonder with "Maps," but that right there is friggin awesome.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Demetri Martin</span> - <span style="font-style:italic;">These Are Jokes</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-h_XfVaLK8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6-h_XfVaLK8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"If I ever saw an amputee being hanged, I would just yell out letters." ROOOOOOFL<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Dismemberment Plan</span> - <span style="font-style:italic;">Change</span> and <span style="font-style:italic;">Emergency & I</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaOy6IBLt4o&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jaOy6IBLt4o&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The other shoe finally dropped. I get <span style="font-weight:bold;">D-Plan</span> now. They're all over the place and messy, which usually pisses me off... which is what bothered me before... but in this case the mess is a good thing! In the right hands, it works, and these are the right hands. What was I thinking?Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-4470219570471772322008-12-22T16:41:00.003-08:002009-01-01T22:26:30.122-08:00Best Albums Of 2008Picking a best album from this crop was an unenviable task. I'm still not entirely happy with my selection, nobody else has much of an argument to make against it. Meanwhile, I ended up with too many contenders for worst album. That's what happens in a consensus down-year, I guess.<br /><br />What better way to salute 2008 than to start at the ass end? In a bizarre fit of Christmas generosity, I have decided to rename the <b>Clap Your Hands Say Yeah</b> Award, only because it's really just the singer who drives me bonkers. So they are hereby rescued from the unbearable hell of some guy on the internet talking shit about them. For now.<br /><br />So from now on my shit list has a new name:<br /><br /><b><u>The Grizzly Deerhoof Collective</u></b><br /><br />Has a ring? No. Forced? Yes. Accurate? Also. Three irredeemably awful bands, coming together to form a Voltron-like musical <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsbC9fmOZAFnO1_xM_mMq5P0mvsUq2jRDfa4D_aBb1iAhZDoLe-3ICWHoPeLHRQSTTymFf7iOw13bc8Uyeh5QhjiTiOAzkCgqS6TxhOoz42kmema1ZaXM8Ytj3z9d2h39VSmEg1A/s1600-h/golgothan1.jpg">Golgothan</a> that would probably destroy humanity, just like that meteor destroyed the dinosaurs. And the less said about its parts, the better. Allow these piece of shit songs, if you dare, to speak for themselves:<br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GeVq2AHrw7/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GeVq2AHrw7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dLKhKiFg15/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dLKhKiFg15/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/k5aTOkrsRx/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/k5aTOkrsRx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />God help you if you like any of that trash.<br /><br />In order to stop myself from comparing the above bands to recent poops I've taken, here are this year's booby-prize winners:<br /><br /><b>No Age</b> - <i>Nouns</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/i87OdHEFEP/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/i87OdHEFEP/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />No talent, either. This is exactly the kind of non-music Pitchfork LOVES to insist is artistic progress, and not just two bozos making an "atmospheric" wall of noise and hoping some jackass works hard enough to derive some musical qualities from it. (To clarify, Pitchfork is the jackass in that situation, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">No Age</span> are the bozos.)<br /><br />When I consider the untold numbers of talented folks who bust their asses to educate themselves about music history, work on their craft, and conceive something creative and unique to share... and then consider "experimental" garbage like <b>No Age</b> being touted by influential people... depressing.<br /><br /><b>Fuck Buttons</b> - <i>Street Horrrsing</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/fyaqFy7NPR/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/fyaqFy7NPR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />This album sounds like shit tastes. What I said for <span style="font-weight: bold;">No Age</span> goes double for <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fuck Buttons</span>, which is clearly short for "Just Fucking Around With The Buttons On My Macbook." I saw these two dopes in person, and thought they were garbage. I checked out their album, thinking maybe they had a bad audio set up. They did not. It was even worse.<br /><br />They set out upon the difficult tightrope-walk that is blips-and-bloops electronica, but they fall onto a group of tourists below. It's neither the composed brilliance of <b>Burial</b> nor the rollicking fun of likewise filthily-named <b>Holy Fuck</b>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fuck Buttons</span> is just a bunch of nothing. I hope they're enjoying acclaim while they have it, because their cunning attempt to trick us isn't going to go over twice.<br /><br /><b>The Walkmen</b> - <i>You & Me</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/R_MEiGXNuj/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/R_MEiGXNuj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />Unlike the above, this just plain sucks. My irritation with <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Walkmen</span> is that they are emblematic of all the things I hate about "indie" rock: purposeful awfulness. The singer puts on this awful fake Dylan drawl, the songs are decidedly uncatchy, and the end result of each song is filtered needlessly through a tin can in order to make it impossible to hear, apparently. It's not visionary, it's not hard, it's not rough. It just sucks. There's only one good reason why you would purposely make your music impossible to hear: if it's utter shit.<br /><br /><u>The Murderer's Row of Disappointments</u><br /><br /><b>The Killers</b> - <i>Day & Age</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SQvNMqVeFu/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SQvNMqVeFu/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><i>Day & Age</i> marks the end of <b>The Killers</b> as relevant artists. They are no longer ripping off quality musicians like <b>Interpol</b> and <b>Bruce Springsteen</b>... now they're ripping off <b>Maroon 5</b>, themselves a rip-off. We are clearly not getting another <i>Hot Fuss</i>, not unless there's an <span style="font-weight: bold;">American Idiot</span>-type return from the depths in their future. But I highly doubt that. The most damning thing I can say is that every time I try to listen to <i>Day & Age </i>from start to finish, I wonder why I shouldn't just put <i>Hot Fuss</i> on instead.<br /><br /><b>of Montreal</b> - <i>Skeletal Lamping</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oqGE8Ql0Kq/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oqGE8Ql0Kq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Skeletal Lamping</span> is the skillet-to-the-face imagery of <i>Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?</i>, without any of its hooks, its focus, or its relentlessness. It has some great moments on it, notably "Id Engager," but the superlative, endearing pop ingredients from <i>Fauna</i> are gone. <b>Kevin Barnes</b>'s urgency on <i>Hissing Fauna</i>, seen perfectly in the sublime "Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse," is what drove that album to its heights, but it's unseen on <i>Skeletal Lamping.</i> Here, he's just wandering aimlessly up and down each track, no purpose or direction. There are flashes of brilliance here and there (the opening of "Nonpareil of Favor," or his alter ego Georgie Fruit's admonitions in "Wicked Wisdom") but "Id Engager" is the only song that really works in its entirety... and even then, not as much as any track on <i>Hissing Fauna</i>.<br /><br /><b>My Morning Jacket - </b><i>Evil Urges</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LhOkKJXsTU/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LhOkKJXsTU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />Not up to snuff by <b>MMJ</b> standards... none of the sinister undercurrent of their other, better work. It plays like an <b>Allman Brothers</b> ripoff more than anything. An example of a band escaping the indie ghetto and drawing new fans by going completely blah. I bet it's fine live, but it sure ain't that great in my apartment. <span style="font-style: italic;">Evil Urges</span> is okay, but definitely not unnecessary. I'm guessing they will right the ship next time around.<br /><br /><b>Tokyo Police Club - </b><i>Elephant Shell</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Yu4YQ602W_/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Yu4YQ602W_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />After being teased by a pair of too-short EPs in two years, I expected their proper album to be longer than 27 minutes. Getting basically just another EP, one that is only sometimes brilliant at that, is not acceptable. Very disappointing, though not so much that I dislike it.<br /><br />It isn't all bad. "Tesselate" and "In A Cave" and "Your English Is Good" stand up to their best. But it's sad to hear them finally record some filler tracks. Given the choice between getting <i>Elephant Shell</i> when we did and waiting for a proper LP, I would have waited. In fact, irony of ironies, I would have preferred to get <i>Elephant Shell</i> pared down to a six-song EP worthy of their talents.<br /><br /><b>Tapes n' Tapes</b> - <i>Walk It Off</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_Ax_98VIia/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_Ax_98VIia/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />After the superb "Hang Them All" started to make the rounds, my hopes got up. Not one other song approaches it. There are so many down-tempo, tiresome, blah songs that you wonder whether they indulged their "moody" side a bit too much. The beauty of <i>The Loon</i>, as with so many other lo-fi albums, was that they simply rocked out as best they could. "Hang Them All" was a step forward, but nearly everything else was a step back. (I will grant that album closer "The Dirty Dirty" ends things on a rollicking note that should have been more prevalent in the tracks preceding it.) Still, one of the bigger disappointments personally.<br /><br /><b>The Roots - </b><i>Rising Down</i><br /><br /><div style="width: 300px;"><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0JzkIjB7y9/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0JzkIjB7y9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object></div><br /><br />They've drifted away from what they're good at in order to recover their street cred. <i>Game Theory</i> and <i>Rising Down</i> both attempt to make the band darker than they actually are. The great tracks on here ("Criminal" and "75 Bars" come to mind) are the tracks with no axes to grind, musically speaking. I just wish they'd go back to making the music they want to, instead of trying to be the cool kids on the corner.<br /><br /><u>Commuted Sentences</u><br /><br /><b>Sigur Rós - </b><i>Með Suð Í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PtZbtshSZV/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PtZbtshSZV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />It broke my heart to list this under disappointments, and it really did belong there, but I just couldn't. Still, this usually bombastic group deserves a slap on the wrists for turning in their smallest and least essential album since their debut, <span style="font-style: italic;">Von</span>. <i>Með Suð Í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust</i> has its bright points up front, but the album drifts along into total boredom by the end. How can the band responsible for <a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8jmLec_wEc">this</a> turn in such a tepid record?<br /><br />They've purposely sapped themselves of their power, their biggest asset by far, to make something more intimate, but I don't want that. The only song that kinda-sorta approaches the style of their previous successes, "Festival," in fact proves my point better than anything else: its structure mirrors "Untitled 8"/"Popplagið" and other <b>Sigur Rós</b> gems, but with no bite to the rock-out part at the end, it just doesn't work.<br /><br />Their acoustic abilities were proven on <i>Hvarf/Heim</i> and the film <span style="font-weight: bold;">Heima</span>; dedicating yet another piece to the softer side was not necessary. The most powerful band on the planet should go back to being powerful.<br /><br /><b>Bloc Party - </b><i>Intimacy</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-qsTxP0eJ4/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-qsTxP0eJ4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />For a long time, I had them first in line for a beating. <i>Intimacy</i> should have been called <i>Laziness</i>, or <i>Hurry</i>, or something else that mirrors the amount of effort they put into it. But it's still <b>Bloc Party</b>, so ultimately it's still good.<br /><br />However, subscribing to the slapdash recording methods that <b>The White Stripes</b> used so successfully for <i>Get Behind Me Satan</i> does not suit them nearly as well. They're probably as good as anyone has ever been when it comes to B-sides... so it's pretty disappointing to hear an album of C-sides. Even the best of <i>Intimacy</i>, "Halo" and "One Month Off" and "Talons," reminded me more of "Cavaliers and Roundheads," "The Once And Future King" or "Hero" than any track from <i>Silent Alarm</i> or <i>A Weekend In The City</i>.<br /><br />All in all, the sloppiness plays as an apologetic reaction to the increase in composure evident on <i>A Weekend In The City</i>. Personally, I didn't need them to prove they could still be wild. It's great that they're so prolific, and want to get stuff out to fans ASAP. But a less hurried band would have kept "Flux" in the can until <i>Intimacy</i>'s release, would not have put the digital version out without "Talons," would maybe have cropped a track or two out of the filler, and would have seen <i>Intimacy</i> welcomed a lot more warmly from the get-go. They're better than this.<br /><br /><u>Good Enough To Name-Drop, Not Good Enough To Discuss</u><br /><br /><b>Destroyer</b> - <i>Trouble In Dreams</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/16UhPxxHWi/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/16UhPxxHWi/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>The Magnetic Fields</b> - <i>Distortion</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VIIj5t2m3n/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VIIj5t2m3n/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>Okkervil River</b> - <i>The Stand Ins</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/8ycHzqxD37/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/8ycHzqxD37/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>Portishead</b> - <i>Third</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/H-WesiRqZY/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/H-WesiRqZY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>Hercules And Love Affair</b> - <i>Hercules And Love Affair</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/E9qIliUuUd/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/E9qIliUuUd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>M83</b> - <i>Saturdays = Youth</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QfzlbitHgI/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QfzlbitHgI/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><b>Bon Iver</b> - <i>For Emma, Forever Ago</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zoDcWQ5iWO/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zoDcWQ5iWO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br /><u>The Best Of What I Encountered From Other People's Best-Of Lists</u><br /><br /><b>Raphael Saadiq</b> - <i>The Way I See It</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/YYxBrwywDa/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/YYxBrwywDa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />This year's retro-soul entry, following in the tradition of <span style="font-weight: bold;">Nicole Willis And The Investigators</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings</span>. But this is the best of the bunch. Mr. Saadiq is a seriously talented dude, feeling less like a throwback and more like a man in the wrong century.<br /><br /><b>Los Campesinos!</b> - <i>Hold On Now, Youngster... </i>/<i> We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yedIF8DVLd/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yedIF8DVLd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />Very fun. Potentially annoying, but pretty fun on a first impression. Unfortunately their having released <span style="font-style: italic;">two</span> separate albums this year means that I haven't really gotten through it all yet. But I can say that <i>We Are Beautiful</i> is a large step forward, in quality if not anything stylistic. As amazing as the swiftness of their follow-up's release, the extent of growth is just as amazing.<br /><br /><u>Good Stuff</u><br /><br /><b>Gnarls Barkley - </b><i>The Odd Couple</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/I0yrfhsfNW/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/I0yrfhsfNW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />It's missing the instant hits, but it's also far more consistent. Even more Motown than <i>St. Elsewhere</i>.<br /><br /><b>Ben Folds - </b><i>Way To Normal</i><br /><br />"<a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Ben+Folds/_/Bitch+Went+Nuts">Bitch Went Nuts</a>"<br /><br />A return to impish form after dabbling in soft-rock territory with <span style="font-style: italic;">Songs For Silverman</span>. Although <span style="font-style: italic;">Silverman</span> was far better than generally thought, it's nice to hear the clearest lyricist in pop music up to his old tricks, writing songs like "Bitch Went Nuts" and a song about falling off a stage. It's not essential from front to back, but it's certainly no disappointment.<br /><br /><b>Girl Talk</b> - <i>Feed The Animals</i><br /><br /><div style="width: 300px;"><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cHEUn2pxFw/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cHEUn2pxFw/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object></div><br /><br />You want an indication of how weak a year it's been? Until very, very late in the year, a mashup album, albeit an awesome one, was in my top 10. I purposely left <i>Night Ripper</i> out of contention in 2006, and I very nearly had to break that rule this time around. Sheesh.<br /><br />But as for the album, same deal as <span style="font-style: italic;">Night Ripper</span>, second verse same as the first. Instant dance party. But more importantly, it made me remember how awesome "Gimme Some Lovin" is.<br /><br /><b>Lil Wayne - </b><i>Tha Carter III</i><br /><br />[nsfw lyrics]<br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/G2G3TXT-Rn/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/G2G3TXT-Rn/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />Best mainstream rap album in ages, certainly since <span style="font-style: italic;">Speakerboxxx/The Love Below</span>. But what's so remarkable is that he didn't go pop, as <span style="font-weight: bold;">OutKast</span> kinda did... he dragged pop to him. His talent is so superlative that people are drawn to him without him having to take one step away from what he's doing. For <b>Wayne</b> to be as unique and weird as he is without his beats following suit... for him be as critically acclaimed as he is without sacrificing any street cred... that is just a monstrous achievement, one that mostly explains the diversity and size of his fan base.<br /><br /><b>R.E.M. - </b><i>Accelerate</i><br /><br /><div style="width: 300px;"><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/v9FskSHveR/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/v9FskSHveR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object></div><br /><br />And now here's the best mainstream <span style="font-style: italic;">rock</span> album in ages. They've regained the fastball they had during the <i>Monster</i> years. Basically, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jacknife Lee</span> should stick to dead bands and leave <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2007/02/weekend-in-city.html">the ones I like</a> alone.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Blitzen Trapper</span> - <span style="font-style: italic;">Furr</span><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/uUI0ueutkH/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/uUI0ueutkH/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />Now <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> gets a huge thumbs up. Embarrassingly, it took a surreal fan-made video setting "Saturday Nite" to <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2008/12/alf-as-northwest-psychfolk-pop.html">Alf footage</a> to get my attention. But it worked. And I'm glad it did, because the entire album is awesome. Reminiscent of <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Band</span> or <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lynyrd Skynyrd</span>, and more immediately the FAIL-ridden-but-once-great <span style="font-weight: bold;">My Morning Jacket</span>. Worthy of each comparison. And far better in the retro category than <b>Dr. Dog</b>, which bores me for some reason.<br /><br />A quick but illustrative sidebar: a month ago, during a shopping spree at Newbury Comics, I encountered the most drug-damaged acid victim I've ever seen. Holding a gigantic <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Your-Honor-Foo-Fighters/dp/B0009PVZW8/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1229016520&sr=1-6">Foo Fighters vinyl box set</a>, he was quizzing the man behind the counter about its contents. Imagine the following exchange happening at the most excruciatingly slow pace imaginable:<br /><br /><blockquote>Acid Victim: What kind of music is this?<br />Store Cashier: It's rock.<br />AV: Yeah, but what kind?<br />SC: I don't know, just regular rock.<br />AV: So it's like the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dead</span>?<br />SC: No.<br />AV: What instruments do they play?<br />SC: Um... I dunno, drums, a bass, a couple of guitars.<br />AV: What, no <span style="font-style: italic;">keyboards</span>?<br />SC: No, not really.<br />[AV looks at the box set]<br />AV: Do they <i>jam</i>?<br />SC: No.<br /></blockquote><br /><br />At that point he looked quizzically at the box set again, confused at how this band could play rock music but be nothing like the Grateful Dead or Phish. I have no idea what possessed this man to pick up the set, other than the word "Foo" sounding like something a pothead Communist from Burlington would name his band. I also cannot imagine why the epitome of late-90s rock would be so impossible to quantify. I have thought about that story several times since it happened, and I don't know what the cashier should have done differently.<br /><br />My point? That guy should have picked himself up some <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blitzen Trapper</span>.<br /><br /><b>Kanye West</b> - <i>808s And Heartbreak</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ecL8O3AGP9/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ecL8O3AGP9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />I thought this would be #10, but it's not, thanks to a late-breaking curveball.<br /><br />The general tone of criticism has been that Kanye departed a field in which he was the undisputed master, pop hip-hop, and entered a field in which he is mediocre, neo-soul. However, as I've documented <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-albums-of-2007-everything-but.html">frequently</a> in the <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-albums-should-end-with-bang.html">past</a>, he's not much of a rapper, but he is an unparalleled musical conceptualist. <i>808s</i> is no exception, proving both that West is good enough to do anything he wants and weird enough to drag the mainstream towards him. From the bare electro of "Say You Will," through clear highlights "Love Lockdown" and "Robocop," and on to concluding track "Coldest Winter," <span style="font-style: italic;">808s</span> is a complete success.<br /><br /><u>The List</u><br /><br />10. <b>Frightened Rabbit</b> - <i>The Midnight Organ Show</i><br /><br /><div style="width: 300px;"><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LA8i8jp4T9/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LA8i8jp4T9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object></div><br /><br />This album inspired the "best albums from other people's lists" category, then graduated from it.<br /><br />My first reaction, when digging into the deeper tracks in here, was that they were a Scottish version of <b>Crowded House</b> or <b>Tears For Fears</b>, or even <b>U2</b> in their sense of drama and the wholesale thievery on "Head Rolls Off" of every rhythm guitar trick <b>The Edge</b> invented.<br /><br />But after listening to <b>Scott Hutchison</b>'s Mangum-style vocal work, particularly on "The Twist," it struck me that the heart of their appeal is the same as that of <b>Neutral Milk Hotel</b>... there's a deep resonance that absolutely hammers you if you let it. Sounding genuinely like a cross between <b>U2</b> and <b>NMH</b> is one hell of a compliment, but it sure feels true to me.<br /><br />I have a feeling I'll be listening to this a hell of a lot next year.<br /><br />9. <b>Hot Chip</b> - <i>Made In The Dark</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/7moXjyQaSO/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/7moXjyQaSO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />A big jump forward after 2006's <i>The Warning</i>. They're missing a "Boy From School" to tie it all together, but track for track this one is a lot better. They're really pushing the formula with a lot of these goofy songs ("Bendable Poseable") where the song is weird, but there's a purpose.<br /><br />8. <b>Death Cab For Cutie</b> - <i>Narrow Stairs</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/201l6SDgBQ/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/201l6SDgBQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />A more than respectable effort from a band that is clearly in search of greener pastures. Not a perfect album from beginning to end, but given the sappier, smoother direction that <i>Plans</i> pointed towards, for better or worse, <i>Narrow Stairs</i> is a welcome reintroduction of some edge and jangle. "Cath..." and "Long Division" are hard to argue with; "No Sunlight" isn't so hard to argue with, as was <u><i><b>seen earlier</b></i></u>, but it is nonetheless the latest in a series of <b>Death Cab</b> songs that juxtapose cheery and bouncy music with depressing, defeatist lyrics ("The Sound of Settling," "I Was A Kaleidoscope") with great results.<br /><br />7. <b>Wolf Parade</b> - <i>At Mount Zoomer</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vWTRAL9wVG/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vWTRAL9wVG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />Most underrated album of the year. A letdown only because it couldn't possibly follow up one of the greatest albums of recent memory, <i>Apologies To The Queen Mary</i>. But by a) allowing <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dan Boeckner</span> to take the reins from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Spencer Krug</span> for most of the album, and b) forging a more unified album from start to finish, <b>Wolf Parade</b> make the best of it. Boeckner's emergence is particularly encouraging; while the Krug brilliance everyone hoped for wasn't quite there, <i>Zoomer</i> high point "California Dreamer" excepted, Boeckner rose to Krug's level and established that <b>Wolf Parade</b> has more than one superlative creative force behind it.<br /><br />6. <b>Snow Patrol</b> - <i>A Hundred Million Suns</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aLdgqhOQJG/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aLdgqhOQJG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />I am truly, legitimately shocked to have placed this so high, and above such good work from bands who never stumbled the way <b>Snow Patrol</b> has. After the abuse many of us endured at the hands of "Chasing Cars" and its overexposure, I marked them as either washed up or high on their own stardom. But they've earned it.<br /><br />So how the hell did this happen? It may not be much of a departure from <i>Eyes Open</i> (which, by the way, looks a lot less crimes-against-humanity bad now that it doesn't signified the demise of the band) but it is mostly bereft of the goofy "put Sufjan Stevens on" lyrical indulgences that made that album so impossible to like. <b>Gary Lightbody</b>'s return from the foreground to the level of his bandmates, happy to contribute rather than distract, serves <b>Snow Patrol</b> well.<br /><br />This return to excellence only bangs home another bizarre truism about Lightbody: he is maddeningly consistent in his inconsistency, alternating brilliance and turditude. <i>Songs For Polar Bears</i> is great. <i>When It's All Over We Still Have To Clear Up</i> is terrible. <i>Final Straw</i> is coming with me to my desert island, as convincing an album as there is. <i>Eyes Open</i>, though better than I <u><i><b>originally thought</b></i></u>, is openly lazy to the point where you wonder if Lightbody even cares. <i>A Hundred Million Suns</i> proves that he does. How does this keep happening? He's supposed to have a phenomenal creative period in the middle, flanked by mediocrity. It's a Snickers bar with alternating layers of nougat and caramel, and no chocolate shell. Is this alternating yes-yes-yes/oh-God-no situation more encouraging or more frustrating? Even his <b>Reindeer Section</b> output alternates between genius and boredom (<i>Son of Evil Reindeer</i>, which features one great song).<br /><br />I guess this means the next one will blow, cause this one is really, really good.<br /><br />5. <b>Cut Copy</b> - <i>In Ghost Colours</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_bhpi78wEa/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_bhpi78wEa/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />One of the most fun albums of the year. <span style="font-style: italic;">Bright Like Neon Love</span> was good; this is excellent. It's hard to describe <b>Cut Copy</b> without invoking the obvious <b>New Order</b> comparisons, but they certainly stand up to the comparison.<br /><br />4. <b>Elbow</b> - <i>The Seldom Seen Kid</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/x8A27dPtcY/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/x8A27dPtcY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />This album won Great Britain's prestigious Mercury Prize, and justifiably so. The filler isn't particularly compelling, but the best work on here is deeply moving. As I said in <u><i><b>my review</b></i></u>, "One Day Like This" is an amazing song that deserves more (or some) stateside attention.<br /><br />3.<b> TV On The Radio</b> - <i>Dear Science</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OHH86WC-rG/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OHH86WC-rG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />I was supposed to pick <i>Dear Science</i>. It should have been easy. It's indeed brilliant stuff, their best and most fun work to date. And it certainly makes the best rational argument for the #1 spot, deep and subversive and masterful even through its low points.<br /><br />But I want to have some irrational love for it as a whole... I need to have some obsession with this album, the inability to take it out of my CD player, the ability to sing along with every song. And that's not really true.<br /><br />It just feels unreal to me. <i>Return To Cookie Mountain</i>, for all its totally original post-apocalyptic noise, nevertheless still felt very human and organic... my reaction is to wonder how humans could come up with those sounds. <i>Dear Science</i>'s detached smoothness leaves no such wonder about the music's synthesis; it's all constructed and processed and digested, stripping away its urgency in the process. Normally I'd be fine with that; here, though, I think they lose sight of what's important.<br /><br />There's no one defining song on <span style="font-style: italic;">Dear Science</span>, no "Wolf Like Me," to tie the album together. Much as I love "Crying," it's so clean and meant for dancing that it reminds you of bands who do the dance-rock thing a whole lot better. Much as I adore the Africa-infused "Red Dress," it feels more like an <b>Antibalas</b> song (they provide the horns) that <b>TVOTR</b> guests on than the other way around. "Golden Age" is weak. "Dancing Choose" is fun but airy. Where is the song that we <i>all</i> would think of when thinking of <i>Dear Science</i>? I don't hear it.<br /><br /><i>Dear Science</i> is far and away their most cohesive and least difficult work. It is evidence of a band that has Gotten It. The slick feel across each track takes away from the band's rough strengths, making it sound at times like what New Age really should have sounded like. I certainly don't think it's undeserving. But the bottom line is that <i>Dear Science</i> just didn't win my vote.<br /><br />2. <b>The Hold Steady</b> - <i>Stay Positive</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/1f2kKlY-9o/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/1f2kKlY-9o/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm not surprised that <span style="font-style: italic;">Stay Positive</span> wasn't the upper-echelon breakthrough it should have been, given that it's a redux of <i>Boys And Girls In America</i> that narrowly misses its mark. But <span style="font-style: italic;">Boys and Girls</span> shouldn't prevent us from holding the deeply skilled work here in high regard. If <span style="font-style: italic;">Stay Positive</span> had come along without <span style="font-style: italic;">Boys and Girls</span> preceding it, it would blow people's minds.<br /><br />They're not plowing any new musical soil, but they do what they do better than anyone else. The band rocks harder than anyone else. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Craig Finn</span>'s always-tragic words hit harder than anyone else. You really don't need much more than that.<br /><br />So many upper-underground bands of their caliber failed. It's a shame that <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Hold Steady</span> haven't been applauded more often for succeeding so thoroughly.<br /><br />1. <b>Vampire Weekend</b> - <i>Vampire Weekend</i><br /><br /><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/-6PqcHTZtV/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/-6PqcHTZtV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"></embed></object><br /><br />I seem to have dealt with internet buzz bands really well this year. I'm indifferent towards <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fleet Foxes</span>, and I love <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vampire Weekend</span> to death. This would never have happened five years ago.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Vampire Weekend</span> was probably the most uncool choice possible as my favorite album, but there it is. They didn't rock as hard as <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Hold Steady</span>, show the genius of <span style="font-weight: bold;">TV On The Radio</span>, hit with the same emotional punches and drama as <span style="font-weight: bold;">Elbow</span>. But at the end of the day (year?) none of that matters. Because I just flat-out like their album better.<br /><br />It's not like I don't get the backlash. Their unabashed bourgeois preppiness and their delicate Ivy League aesthetic open them up for all sorts of criticism. And I hate privileged people as much as anyone I've ever encountered. I should despise them.<br /><br />But I don't, because they made a fucking fantastic album. High quality, tons of creativity and originality, pop sensibility to spare. They wore those sweaters and loafers, and made a classic album in spite of it. So I can't say shit, other than nice job.<br /><br />And with that, I'm done. It may only be just over 4000 words, but to me it felt like a milli.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-7633993490447439122008-12-22T08:58:00.000-08:002008-12-22T08:58:46.219-08:00Alvin, You Were A Little Flat... Watch ItHaving been walloped over the weekend by a white Christmas, having put the lights on the tree and the presents beneath it, and having guaranteed myself another Christmas Eve filled with frantic store-to-store driving, I have been overtaken by Christmas spirit. And I saved a mouthful of spirit for you! Enjoy.<br /><br /><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VfpoBB9AOK/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VfpoBB9AOK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYQFeZFLyM4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYQFeZFLyM4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjEIP6otc4Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wjEIP6otc4Y&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hphHS6Ogzf8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hphHS6Ogzf8&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtgYDpvRCMI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtgYDpvRCMI&hl=en&fs=18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-71927537120670106932008-12-19T16:58:00.000-08:002008-12-19T16:59:08.617-08:00Songs List SidebarThanks to some seriously nasty snow, I'm stuck in the apartment listening to music and watching the Celtics tonight. And I'm glad I did, because the most awesomest thing ever just happened.<br> <br> Speaking of my <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-songs-of-2008.html">just-posted</a> best-songs list, <b>Kanye</b>'s "Love Lockdown" just came on in iTunes. After a few measures of the bass beat at the beginning of the song, right as Kanye was about to start singing, a snow plow went into reverse just outside my building. And its BOOOP... BOOOP... BOOOP... started up just after Kanye did, fitting <i>perfectly</i> into the fourth note of the measure.<br> <br> It really was perfect. The tempo lined up perfectly, the tone was in key, the length of the tone even complemented the deep bass half-note it was playing on top of. It added without subtracting, like a thin layer of mayo on a BLT. I was disappointed when the truck stopped backing up. I may never think of "Love Lockdown" the same way.<br> <br> This is what happens when snow takes a dump your weekend...<br> Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-662769910036516862008-12-19T16:33:00.001-08:002008-12-22T22:11:54.232-08:00Best Songs Of 2008I thought I'd start easy, since the best albums list is careening out of control like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQp-oR5QcMM">Howard Hughes</a>, and ballooning in size like <a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2088/2442083480_f3eb4fce42_o.jpg">Mike Tyson</a>.<br /><br />So, dun-det-da-dunnnnn, here's the best songs from this year... <span style="font-style:italic;">ever</span>.<br /><br />I've posted an Imeem playlist at the bottom that, as of this writing, holds each of the songs on the list. For now they are mostly 30-second previews; register on <a href="https://www.imeem.com/signup/">Imeem</a> and you should be able to hear the entirety of each song.<br /><br /><u>Honorables</u><br /><br /><b>Frightened Rabbit</b> - "Head Rolls Off"<br /><b>Blitzen Trapper</b> - "Furr"<br /><b>Raphael Saadiq</b> - "100 Yard Dash"<br /><b>Tokyo Police Club</b> - "In A Cave"<br /><b>M83</b> - "Kim & Jessie"<br /><b>Tapes 'n Tapes</b> - "Hang Them All"<br /><b>Cut Copy</b> - "Hearts On Fire"<br /><b>Kanye West</b> - "Love Lockdown"<br /><b>Girl Talk</b> - "Play Your Part (Pt. 1)"<br /><b>Okkervil River</b> - "Lost Coastlines"<br /><b>The Roots</b> - "Criminal"<br /><b>Snow Patrol</b> - "If There's A Rocket Tie Me To It"<br /><b>Hot Chip</b> - "Ready For The Floor"<br /><br /><u>The List</u><br /><br />10. <b>The Magnetic Fields</b> - "California Girls"<br /><br />Caustic and beautiful, like pretty much anything else <span style="font-weight:bold;">Stephin Merritt</span> has ever recorded.<br /><br />9. <b>Gnarls Barkley</b> - "Surprise"<br /><br />A haunting <b>Mamas & Papas</b> tribute that stands as one of <b>Cee-Lo</b>'s most introspective pieces.<br /><br />8. <b>Wolf Parade</b> - "Language City"<br /><br />The most fun song on <span style="font-style:italic;">At Mount Zoomer</span>.<br /><br />7. <b>TV On The Radio</b> - "DLZ"<br /><br />One of the few from <i>Dear Science</i> that recalls the band's previous, moodier work. Not that the awesome party-fusion stuff they're doing now is a problem, but it's not nearly as totally awesome.<br /><br />6. <b>The Dirtbombs</b> - "Ever Lovin' Man"<br /><br />Holy shit, does this rock. A prime example of how ridiculous it is that certain bands aren't bigger.<br /><br />5. <b>Death Cab For Cutie</b> - "Cath..."<br /><br />Not frequently does a band in its second decade of existence release a song that so perfectly summarizes that band's body of work. "Cath..." does it.<br /><br />4. <b>The Hold Steady</b> - "Stay Positive"<br /><br />Great song from a great band. Manages to be awesome despite a corny, awww-inducing shout-out to their fans and supporters. But easily the catchiest track on <span style="font-style:italic;">Stay Positive</span>.<br /><br />3. <b>Vampire Weekend</b> - "Oxford Comma"<br /><br />I'm not at all surprised by the wide array of songs from <span style="font-weight:bold;">VW</span>'s debut that folks have chosen to single out for lists like this. "Oxford Comma" is the song that really sold me on the band; simple and pretty, rising above the preciousness that elsewhere makes them so easy to dismiss to create a truly great song.<br /><br />2. <b>Hercules And Love Affair</b> - "Blind"<br /><br />I wasn't a huge fan of this album in its entirety, but probably only because "Blind" is so completely and totally incredible. Turns any boring-ass room into a dance floor. Between this and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Cut Copy</span>, and the recent successes of <span style="font-weight:bold;">LCD</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">The Rapture</span>, it would seem that everything that the DFA touches turns to gold. (Or silver.)<br /><br />1. <b>Elbow</b> - "One Day Like This"<br /><br />The clear winner. In my initial <a href="http://jeffdoucette.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-album-reviews.html">mini-review</a> of <i>The Seldom Seen Kid</i>, I said, "this song makes me want to get my fucking life together." So expressive, so profoundly joyful, so effective at banging its uplifting message home and moving the listener. Bravo.<br /><br />There you have it. Best albums coming soon. Until then, abbondanza:<br /><br /><object width="300" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/2qE_Gt-2D2/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/2qE_Gt-2D2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"></embed></object>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-71365903591771642362008-12-17T12:41:00.000-08:002008-12-17T12:41:07.621-08:00Apatow FTW: I Love You, ManIt's been months since any Apatow-related content has come out! I guess that explains why the economy went in the shitter. But it will all bounce back once <span style="font-weight:bold;">I Love You, Man</span> comes out:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="264"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5FWp-k1QMI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5FWp-k1QMI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"></embed></object><br /><br />This looks both totally stupid and totally pointless and totally awesome. It seems like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Jason Segel</span>, unleashed and insane, is finally about to match the apex of his acting career, which was accomplished with naught but his silvery voice:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9K5r3NOM7pg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9K5r3NOM7pg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-27680183341315665782008-12-05T12:26:00.003-08:002008-12-05T12:30:02.384-08:00ALF As Northwest Psych/Folk PopI wasn't sure who would appreciate this... but here's a video of a <span style="font-weight:bold;">Blitzen Trapper</span> song set to <span style="font-weight:bold;">ALF</span> footage.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnTVyB1SXIA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnTVyB1SXIA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />(<a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/node/147969">h/t</a>)Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-41766664773049850982008-11-26T15:32:00.003-08:002008-11-26T15:51:25.418-08:00Green Man: A Life In PicturesWriting posts is hard, so instead take these fine clips of this fine persona from a fine show.<br /><br /><object width="410" height="237"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/MbUUSTfbxN3E4T_abkkCJA/1065/1171"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/MbUUSTfbxN3E4T_abkkCJA/1065/1171" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="237"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="410" height="237"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/We-QefCW8m5uZlDWFH-yEA/0/36"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/We-QefCW8m5uZlDWFH-yEA/0/36" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="237"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="410" height="237"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/WiZYXjMY1ZTmG2K5cGmWgA/1100/1120"></param><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/WiZYXjMY1ZTmG2K5cGmWgA/1100/1120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="237"></embed></object>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751525.post-40017259279507079092008-11-18T12:45:00.000-08:002008-11-18T12:49:06.099-08:00In Praise Of The Idiot BoxIt's garbage day! Two mammoth posts. I've been catching up on some TV lately:<br /><br /><b>It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia</b><br /><img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/alwayssunny.jpg" /><br /><br />This surprised me, as I was predisposed to hate this show. I once saw a commercial for the episode "Charlie Gets Cancer" and found the ad supremely unfunny. (Perhaps it was during the baseball playoffs on FX, when I was presumably pissed off about the Yankees or some such nonsense.) I rarely jump into shows about assholes, and this is definitely a show about assholes. The show should be called <b>It's Always Assholes In Philadelphia</b>. (Or maybe just <b>Philadelphia</b> would suffice?)<br /><br />But my God, is this a really, really good show or what? Not great, but 2x really good. As social satire, it's right up there with <span style="font-weight:bold;">Curb</span> and <span style="font-weight:bold;">Seinfeld</span>, but with a serious gonzo/stupid streak. <span style="font-weight:bold;">Seinfeld</span> meets <span style="font-weight:bold;">The Three Stooges</span>. A really simple premise that has been dipped in some seriously off-the-wall shit. It's as if they made a list of the very worst things in the world, and cross off two or three with each episode.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/48xRiwjRe1w&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/48xRiwjRe1w&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2MxQQBSBdU&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L2MxQQBSBdU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Oh, yes. I'm not entirely sure why these clowns are so endearing, not just to us but to each other, but they are. (Probably a result of their inner <span style="font-weight:bold;">Stooge</span>-ness.) <i>I got the good lord goin down on meeeeeee...</i><br /><br /><b>Battlestar Galactica</b><br /><img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/bsg.jpg" /><br /><br />As someone who is generally skeptical of television sci-fi, this is really fantastic. I haven't gotten far enough into it to encounter what I understand is some seriously stupid shit, what I've seen through half of Season One is really excellent.<br /><br />They pull few punches, and constantly wreak havoc upon their characters, burying them in disaster and giving them a mere toothpick with which to dig themselves out. Dread lies around every corner, ready ruin the entire human race if someone makes just one simple error. The first proper episode of the series establishes this so memorably that they can skate on things further down the road without losing credit. They make you imagine what it would be like to live in fear of the human race dying in the next few minutes.<br /><br />This show about androids and space flight feels so real because it works on a personal, human level to a greater extent than any other sci-fi show I've seen. The drama doesn't come from imagining some weird alien universe, it comes from allegory and transplanted human feelings. On the show, it's Cylons attacking every 33 minutes; in real life, it's "terrorists" and 9/11.<br /><br />Either way, highly recommended.<br /><br /><b><span style="color:red;">Mad</span> Men</b><br /><img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/madmen.jpg" /><br /><br />I can't say this is as great a show as it's been built up to be. But it's awfully great. It oozes cool and style and charisma in every frame, serving, as <b>The Sopranos</b> did, as a proxy through which the viewer behaves irresponsibly. You cannot agree with the show's subjects, who have probably done more damage to America than the Mafia, on any count, but <b>Jon Hamm</b> and his off-the-charts likability makes you like and even root for this amoral person nonetheless. He's just barely decent enough to grab you and keep hold as he navigates the slimy waters of his universe.<br /><br /><b>Heroes</b><br /><img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/heroes_3.jpg" /><br /><br />Yes, it's flawed. It's camp, it's derivative, it has <i>awful</i> dialogue, its characters are stupid and frequently act in service of the plot instead of themselves, and it hand-holds you through every step of its labyrinthine plot, unwilling to let even the most fundamental truth go unspoken. But I like it all the same. Because it's fun.<br /><br />But I'm beginning to lose my patience.<br /><br />Ever since the first season, they've been flailing around, trying to make this show work. The second season was in many senses a do-over of the first. More new storylines, more unrevealed mysteries, just <i>more</i>, not unlike how <b>The Wire</b> handled its sophomore season... except <b>Heroes</b> was <i>awful</i>.<br /><br />This season, they've tried to delve more deeply into the same characters, but in reality have done more to invalidate past truths than build upon them. It's been a litany of "remember that? Well that wasn't REALLY how it went" revelations. Why they would want to tell us that what we LIKED was fake, and what we do NOT like is the real deal, I don't know. It's a delicate dance that even when done supremely well can be loathed or rejected (ahem, <b>Matrix Reloaded</b>). This show's writing staff has failed to pull it off.<br /><br />And while it's nice that they've heard our calls for fewer new characters, they have answered those calls in the most perfunctory manner possible: by simply teaming up odd pairs of heroes and having them do something benign. The effect is the same as, say, the effect satirized so well in the <i>brilliant</i> film <b>Last Action Hero</b>: the movies will always pair up cops in the craziest ways, like the lady cop with the cartoon cat, or (as with the stars) <b>Arnold Schwarzenegger</b> with an eleven-year-old kid. (Gosh, I wish I had video of this.) On the good side, you have something like <b>Lethal Weapon</b>. On the bad side, you have some of the more ridiculous <b>Tom & Jerry</b> cartoons out there, those in which Tom and Jerry have to team up to defeat some third entity, like the dog... it's thrilling because Tom and Jerry are enemies who have teamed up, but after a while, so what? And doesn't it totally undermine the premise (cats and mice) to team them up? <b>Heroes</b>, if you couldn't guess, leans heavily towards <b>Tom & Jerry</b>. Oddness for its own sake sucks after long enough.<br /><br />So why do I keep watching? I honestly have no idea why this show has the distinction of being the only one I try to watch live. And yet it is. But if this crap keeps up, it won't be for long.<br /><br />But let's end this on a high note:<br /><br /><b>30 Rock</b><br /><img src="http://www.jeffdoucette.com/images/30rock.jpg" /><br /><br />Is awesome. I was stunned to discover that <span style="font-weight:bold;">30 Rock</span> isn't a gigantic hit. This show is hilarious, madcap, and entirely accessible. There's no weird <span style="font-weight:bold;">Arrested Development</span>-esque barrier to watching... devoid of inside jokes and winks, you can jump in pretty much anywhere without missing a beat. And it killed <b>Studio 60</b>, and justifiably so. Why is this show stuck in the low-rated-Emmy-winners ghetto? It's no longer the mix of trail-blazing and quality that kills ratings... now it's strictly quality! Totally, totally bizarre.Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04772846224198667728noreply@blogger.com0