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Linkin Park’s sixth studio album, The Hunting Party, is being called a return to the style perfected on their debut, Hybrid Theory. There are elements of truth to that assessment, but it’s lazy and lacking. The Hunting Party recaptures the unrestrained aggressiveness of that record, but it takes things a step–or maybe even two–further in that direction. Point-blank, this is the heaviest music Linkin Park has ever recorded.

It’s not hard to figure out the why or how either. It’s because this is also the most guitar and drum-heavy record these guys have ever written. And I’m talking about real live, in-the-studio guitar and drum playing, not the programmed or electronic drumming they’d been favoring. Guitarist Brad Delson finally feels like a real member of the band again. On the past few albums it sounded like he was being phased out in favor of keyboards and computers. No more!

I think a lot of people always scoffed at Linkin Park, and the nu-metal genre they championed, because the only metal-esque quality of their music was really Chester Bennington’s screaming. Everything else landed squarely in the hard rock or electronic genres, and so close-minded headbangers saw them as frauds. Well, The Hunting Party may still not qualify as heavy metal, but it’s the closest LP is likely to come, and it’s jam-packed with the kind of heavy riffing that even the most cynical metalhead can rock out to.

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Mac DeMarco – Salad Days Album Review

15 JuneComments Off
By Sam

I’m a recent addition to the still nascent Mac DeMarco bandwagon, but after people take a listen to his sophomore full-length, Salad Days, I think there’ll be no problems filling it up.

DeMarco’s an odd cat. His music carries the freshness of the latest hip indie acts all abuzz on college campuses everywhere, but it also sounds like it could have been snatched right off the pop airwaves from the 60′s or 70′s. It’s full of pleasant laid-back jangly guitar chords, but they’re played on an old beater of a guitar that, somehow delightfully, is constantly teetering on the edge of flinging off out-of-tune notes. There’s an earnest, DIY, recorded-in-a-bedroom atmosphere (because, after all, that is where it was recorded), and yet DeMarco’s vocal deliveries are so suave as to give the impression that he could hardly give a shit about how the final product sounds.

These internal conflicts and contradictions ultimately add up to one of the most enjoyable discoveries I’ve come across this year.

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I missed The Secret Life of Walter Mitty when it was in theaters late last year. It looked promising enough from the trailers, but it came out during the busy holiday season, and it just didn’t scream out as an essential film. Well, I finally got around to seeing it since it’s now available to rent, and…I think my initial characterization holds true.

It’s a movie with grandiose, epic intentions and a special effects budget to match. But movies like that are exceptionally difficult to pull off cleanly (Life of Pi would be a rare recent success story). Mitty manages to hit a lot of its marks, but in the end, there’s still something missing. The emotional impact cannot match the stunning visual impact; and without hitting a home run on the emotional playing field–which was clearly the film’s ultimate intent–there’s an inescapable twinge of emptiness as the credits roll.

Thankfully, the soundtrack succeeds in many ways the movie does not. Like the movie itself, the soundtrack was executive produced by lead man Ben Stiller, and its twelve tracks drip with the raw honesty its visual partner too often lacked.

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As a huge Gorillaz fan, I was pretty excited when I heard that Damon Albarn–the virtual cartoon band’s creator and musical mastermind–was working on a debut solo record.  The resulting Everyday Robots will surely slake the thirst of Gorillaz fans for like-minded music, but it’s definitely not just that band’s music repackaged as a solo effort.

Everyday Robots is a more deeply personal record than Albarn’s penned in a long time, if not ever (It helps that that’s him right there on the cover, sitting sullenly on a stool, instead of his cartoon personas). Songs like “Hollow Ponds” play out like poetic entries ripped from a diary, but the overarching theme of the record concerns matters far more wide-ranging than the solitary life of Mr. Albarn.

This album spends a lot of time contemplating the social detachments that plague us all in today’s electronics-dominated lifestyle. The title track itself, which begins the record, describes the situation thusly: “We are everyday robots on our phones / In the process of getting home / Looking like standing stones.” There is a deep permeating sadness over this state of affairs, but also a few shining moments of hope for escape through the same technology that binds us (“Lonely Press Play”).

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The Black Keys – Turn Blue Album Review

7 JuneComments Off
By Sam

The way I look at it, The Black Keys oeuvre can be split rather definitively into distinct “eras,” if you will. First, you’ve got their first four studio albums, which are largely a collection of shaggy, Midwest-inflected minimalist garage rock with increasingly polished studio sheen and production values. Then, in 2008, they dropped the Brian “Danger Mouse” Burton-produced album, Attack & Release, which represented a giant leap forward in terms of defining just what exactly this band could be. That record was chock-full of on-the-money experimentations, introducing a groovy psychedelia to the band’s basket of tricks, and it just may be their finest work.

Of course, most people will point to the two subsequent records–the commercially gargantuan Brothers and El Camino–as their crowning achievements, and I won’t put up a fight to contest that. Those albums vaulted this band to superstar status for a reason–they’re packed with sleek, retro-soul and biting blues songs that had hooks for days. Their greatness is largely inarguable. Even so, I always felt that Attack & Release offered a deeper experience than either of its successors, as it never fit quite so snugly into the accepted concepts of what “pop” music should sound like (don’t get me wrong, it is still a very accessible, hooky album, but not nearly in the same way that Brothers and El Camino are).

Turn Blue, the band’s eighth studio album, represents in some ways a return to the psychedelic triumphs of Attack & Release. It’s no surprise that it also features co-production duties from Danger Mouse. And while Danger Mouse was involved to varying degrees with the past two records, A&R and Turn Blue are the ones which truly carry the mark of his sound on their souls.

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Warpaint – Warpaint Album Review

1 JuneComments Off
By Sam

After catching Warpaint’s set at last weekend’s Boston Calling festival (read all about it here), I realized I should review their new self-titled album, from which they drew about half their material that day. Warpaint is certainly an interesting, intriguing band. When I told one of my friends who was going to the show with me how excited I was to see Warpaint, he asked me what kind of music they play…and honestly I couldn’t really give him a good, accurate answer. “Uh, well, they’re an all-girl group who plays kinda 90′s-style indie rock with a lot of experimentation…” was my best attempt at an answer, but it clearly doesn’t speak to everything this band is.

For starters, Warpaint isn’t a heat-seeking, hit-making all-girl group such as Haim (and I’ve got absolutely nothing against those gals, as they’re one of my favorite bands to break big in a long time). And although Warpaint’s brand of indie rock has roots embedded a couple decades deep, their style is all the same of the moment, with the languid, hazy elements that define the modern dream-pop genre. They’re a bit chameolonic in that respect, forever drifting right up to the edge of hooky bliss before submerging once again under waves of ambient sounds and textures.

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In just its third iteration, it’s clear the Boston Calling music festival, which takes place on the brick and concrete expanses of Boston’s City Hall Plaza is a festival that could become a staple of the spring and summer festival circuits. (Although given the vagaries of the festival business, you can never be certain which ventures will ultimately succeed.) This spring edition was a three-day affair starting with an abbreviated lineup on Friday night (featuring Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes and Jack Johnson) and stretching through Sunday evening (headlined by Modest Mouse). This review will be covering Saturday’s lineup, which, in my personal opinion, was the strongest of the bunch.

Saturday was chock-full of West Coast bands, but the festivities were kicked off at 1:00 by local synth-rock act Magic Man. After meeting up with some friends for lunch right across the street from the fenced-off plaza, we only made it through the gates in time to catch the tail-end of their short 30-minute set, which was punctuated by their radio hit “Paris,” for which they received an enthusiastic, hometown ovation. It was a promising, lively beginning to the day, which would stretch on for the next ten hours, but unfortunately, the lineup featured too little diversity. The homogeneity worked to make the real stars of the day shine even brighter in comparison, but for a bill with ten  bands on it, you’d like to see a few more daring stylistic choices. I realize synth-rock and poppy alternative music is all the rage on the airwaves these days, but after hours of it–courtesy of Magic Man, Maximo Park, Walk Off the Earth, The Neighbourhood, and Frank Turner and the Sleeping Souls–it quickly starts to blend together. Those five sets were largely easily forgotten, with the possible exception of Walk Off the Earth’s spot-on rendition of their smash hit cover of Gotye’s “Somebody That I Used to Know,” which featured all the bandmates simultaneously playing a single guitar.

But the real highlights of the day were sprinkled in between all the cookie-cutter sounds of the afternoon and then rightfully backloaded for the waning sunlight hours and late evening.

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You’d be hard-pressed to come up with a better heavy metal concert billing than the one the sold-out crowd in our nation’s capital witnessed on Tuesday night at the 9:30 Club. Mastodon as headliner? Check.  Say no more, I’m there already. But wait–Gojira as the second-billed band?! Holy fuck, that right there is insane, and no self-respecting metalhead would have willingly passed on this opportunity. And then to have the much buzzed about Norwegian import Kvelertak opening things up? That’s just the cherry on top of a massively scrumptious show.

Kvelertak kicked things off around 7:30. This is a band that’s received tons of positive press in the metal blogosphere ever since their sophomore album, Meir, was released last year. Intrigued by all the hype, I had to give the music a listen…but honestly, nothing about those studio recordings reached out and grabbed me at the time. Following this show, I may have to revisit them, because, while not outstanding, this set was thoroughly enjoyable. The first sign that something intriguing was about to go down, was the very beginning of the set, as lead singer Erlend Hjelvik walked onstage sporting an amazing, lifelike, fierce owl figure/mask perched upon his head, obscuring his face. He performed the entire first song ensconced by this mysterious and almost demonic owl, which, let’s be honest, is metal as fuck. The band, featuring a beefed up four-guitar attack, plays a rambunctious mix of metal, crusty punk, and straight up rock n’ roll with indecipherable black metal howling screeching over the top of it all. The flow and transitions weren’t always the cleanest, but when these guys hit upon their grooves, it was damn fine to hear and see. Like I said, the studio version of these songs didn’t spark any fire within me, but the live version had an immediacy and power to them that was undeniable. I’ll definitely give these guys another listen, and hopefully they can figure out a way to capture their live energy on record.

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Sun Kil Moon – Benji Album Review

11 MayComments Off
By Sam

Don’t be fooled by the title of Sun Kil Moon’s sixth album, Benji. Although it was titled after the film of the same name, Mark Kozelek hasn’t suddenly started to write songs about cute, furry animals. Instead, Benji may be Sun Kil Moon’s rawest, most unflinching and autobiographical record yet, which is saying something for a guy who generally hasn’t shied away from opening himself up in his music.

Musically, Benji is similar to its predecessor, Among the Leaves. It’s almost entirely a one-man show highlighting Kozelek’s unvarnished, pleading voice and his signature nylon-stringed acoustic guitar playing which lends a timeless quality to the music (it doesn’t approach his neo-classical masterpiece, Admiral Fell Promises, but it’s nevertheless pleasant). The lyrics, however, have taken things to another level of courageousness altogether, and they will likely by the divisive factor determining whether one finds this record enjoyable.

Benji‘s eleven tracks play out like eleven distinct entries from Kozelek’s private journal, torn out and exposed to the public. The main theme coursing through this album is the concept of mortality. It’s explored and sung about not in lofty, philosophical terms as many musicians have done in the past, but through intimately specific, slice-of-life details. Death and dying litter the lyric sheet; seriously, the body count of Benji rivals that of some gangsta rap records. From the very first track, “Carissa,” Kozelek has his eyes trained on deaths he’s experienced–in this case, a second cousin he really didn’t know all that well. But that doesn’t stop Kozelek from mining lyrical–and emotional–gold from an unfortunate tragedy. He sings, “But that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t / meant to find some poetry to make some sense of this, to find a deeper meaning…She was only my second cousin / But that don’t mean I’m not here for her or that I wasn’t / meant to give her life poetry.” And just like that, he so eloquently and beautifully declares the intentions of this record.

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Ray LaMontagne – Supernova Album Review

4 MayComments Off
By Sam

When I first heard the lead single and title track from Ray LaMontagne’s new album, Supernova, I was dubious about the new direction it hinted at. In general, I support musicians experimenting and pressing the limits of their sound, but sometimes, when an artist gets something so right, I’ll admit I selfishly kinda hope they stay squarely in that groove for as long as possible.

Ray LaMontagne was one of the artists I felt that way about–though, as will be explained below, the past tense of that sentiment is crucial. Over the course of LaMontagne’s first four records, he exuded the weary, weathered charm of a sympathetic mountain-man who whiled away the time by sitting in his log cabin in the woods writing soulful, often heartbreakingly spare and wistful odes and lamentations. He tested out the dynamics of full-band accompaniment on his prior album, Gods Willin’ & The Creek Don’t Rise, which he recorded with the Pariah Dogs. But even that record, for the most part, hewed closely with his past solo work, and didn’t mark some bold new shift into bigger sounds and wilder arrangements.

The song “Supernova,” however, with its instantly toe-tapping beat and abundantly sunny outlook seemed like something new. Was this going to be the bright, cheery record no one knew LaMontagne had in him? Would anyone even want that? At first, I didn’t think that I did, but thankfully, the rest of the record isn’t one big exclamation of joy. And yet it still manages to be something identifiably unique amongst all his previous work. The secret weapon, it turns out, was the addition of Dan Auerbach (he of Black Keys fame) as producer.

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