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Cults - Cults

Album Review
eMusic
May 23, 2011






Cults aren't the first group to rise from anonymity to buzz-band status, and they certainly won't be the last. More remarkable than how Madeline Follin and Brian Oblivion crashed the major-label party, however, is the distinctive neo-retro pop style they've brought along with them. Born partly out of a youth spent listening to an especially eclectic oldies station and a nine-hour drive bonding as a couple over an iPod stacked with Lesley Gore, Jay-Z and Justin Timberlake, Cults' aesthetic is one of the most refreshing developments in pop music since the aggro-bubblegum of Brooklyn's own Sleigh Bells a year ago. Put simply: Nothing else sounds quite like this.

Self-produced with only minor polish from engineer Shane Stoneback — who worked with Sleigh Bells, and with Vampire Weekend, too — these 11 songs make good on the substantial promise of last year's sole single, "Go Outside." Follin's lilting, girlish voice soars over blithely chiming glockenspiel, trebly guitar, shimmery synth, funk bass and computer-sculpted beats, a slight patina of lo-fi haze still intact throughout. Equally integral are the sampled quotes, which include disturbingly resonant words from cult leaders and psycho killers.

Stylized samples aside, though, Cults can always fall back on songs that effortlessly capture a rich palette of coming-of-age feelings. The previously released material still sparkles: "Go Outside" embodies millennial ambivalence about offline existence; "Oh My God" longs for a life less humdrum and "Most Wanted" explores why we crave what hurts us. The new songs match the quality of their predecessors, from Stockholm syndrome romance "Abducted" to "Walk at Night," which is "Killing Moon"-bleak, on through to "Bumper," a lovers' duet that's something like the "Give Him a Great Big Kiss" by way of "Irreplaceable" by way of "Young Folks."

"So fuck you," Follin enthuses cheerfully, rejecting self-improvement advice amid a squall of shoegaze guitar noise on "Never Heal Myself." Running away from other people's expectations leads Cults someplace wonderfully their own.


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Overlooked Records 2011

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Pitchfork
July 22, 2011
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Clams Casino
Instrumental Mixtape
[self-released]

Mild-mannered physical therapy student by day, producer of lumbering, luminescent backing tracks for rising rappers by night, Clams Casino didn't even ask money for his creations until a couple of highly limited, vinyl-only releases earlier this year. The first and more comprehensive of these was the suburban New Jersey beatsmith's Instrumental Mixtape, originally available in March as MP3s. With slowed-down, blurred-out samples of sighing songstresses from Imogen Heap to Björk, the record shows Clams' intricately glazed PC productions are even more fascinating without rhymes over them.

















Marissa Nadler
Marissa Nadler
[Box of Cedar]

If you measured artists' popularity by the devotion of their cults, Marissa Nadler wouldn't exactly be overlooked. After four finely wrought neo-folk albums, the Massachusetts-based songwriter got by with a little help from her fans in making this self-titled, self-released album. That successful Kickstarter funding campaign bears deeply rewarding fruit on Marissa Nadler, an uncommonly detailed album that's full of otherworldly romantic melancholy, whether in country-glinting "The Sun Always Reminds Me of You" or synth-touched "Baby, I Will Leave You in the Morning". Nadler's patient, often-elliptical songwriting shines through clearly enough to welcome a whole new crowd of rabid supporters.
















Peaking Lights
936
[Not Not Fun]

It's a long way from Madison, Wisconsin, to Kingston, Jamaica. Though Peaking Lights' hometown may be better known for its Big Ten university, abundance of beer and cheese, and recent political protests, their new album's warm, dub-wise psych-pop should convince plenty of coastal music fans to stop ignoring the rich, inventive sounds coming out of the heartland these days. Where last year's vinyl- and cassette-only Space Primitive was an exercise in fuzzy abstraction, on 936 the band's busy percussion, ambling bass, drifting keyboards, reverb-drenched guitar harmonics, and chant-like female vocals strike a deft balance between languid tropical atmosphere and no-nonsense Midwestern hooks.

Words and Music: Our 60 Favorite Music Books

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Pitchfork
July 11, 2011
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Hip: The History

by John Leland

"Hipster" may be one of the most overused epithets of the 21st century. As this 2004 book argues persuasively, the concept of hip also happens to be one of the uniquely defining characteristics of American culture: a complex and contradictory social nexus that shapes how we view the world to this day. If anyone is suited to take on the fool's errand of answering Tower of Power's immortal question, "What Is Hip?", it's John Leland, former editor-in-chief of Details and an original columnist at SPIN. Rather than provide a how-to manual for trendies, Hip: The History exhaustively explores how this strange force works, how it has come to dominate over the past several centuries, and what all that might mean, with incredibly provocative results.

The history of hip, Leland discovers, is about the unequal exchange between outsiders and insiders, with African-Americans foremost among them. Drawing a direct line from the coded language of slaves to minstrel shows to the exaggerated "post-hip" whiteness of Ashton Kutcher in a trucker hat, Leland defines hipness in terms of not only Charlie Parker and the Velvet Underground, but also Mark Twain, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Walt Whitman. Hip, he sees, can be a progressive force, as in the civil rights movement, but it can also allow privileged whites to substitute enjoying the most stereotyped elements of African-American culture for actually ending racism. And, nodding to Thomas Frank, he acknowledges that the pursuit of hipness is inextricable from 21st-century corporate capitalism, too. Unfortunately, the fact that there's just a single chapter set aside for women further reflects hip's ongoing problem with gender equality.

At the time, some critics complained that Leland hadn't written in some would-be hip argot-- his prose is painstakingly intellectual, overflowing with knowledge and ideas-- but that only underscores how far ahead of them he really was.






















Love Is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time

by Rob Sheffield

Music is made to be shared. In a time of torrents and Google-friendly file-transfer sites, the mixtape has maintained an improbably prominent place in popular culture, from Nick Hornby's High Fidelity and its movie adaptation to Thurston Moore's Mix Tape: The Art of Cassette Culture, Jason Bitner's Cassette From My Ex, and the many online-only "mixtapes" spanning Dirty South rap and Berlin techno.

In concept, Rob Sheffield's Love Is a Mix Tape could have been unbearably affected: The longtime Rolling Stone writer organizes his book around 15 mixtapes made by him and wife Renée Crist, herself a fellow music critic. In execution, though, Sheffield's memoir is wonderfully poignant-- funny but also deeply moving, and less about mixtapes than about the joy and pain of being human. "Renée died on May 11, 1997, very suddenly and unexpectedly, at home with me, of a pulmonary embolism," we learn in the opening pages. "She was 31."

Sheffield is self-deprecating and unsentimental in setting out the facts of his story, but the man's love for his late wife radiates from the page, and by the time the book is over, many readers will feel it, too. Love Is a Mix Tape reveals how music-- especially the music of the 90s, and especially the music of indie-rock icons Pavement-- brought together a "shy, skinny, Irish Catholic geek from Boston" and a "hell-raising Appalachian punk-rock girl," deepened their bond, and finally accompanied Sheffield through his lonely, miserable months as a widower. The first night Sheffield met Crist, he offered to make her a tape. "Except this time, with this girl," he writes, "it worked."






















Let's Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste

by Carl Wilson

There may be no accounting for taste, but there's always a story behind it. For all the different approaches and musical genres on display in Continuum's 33 1/3 series of books about albums, almost all of their subjects have one thing in common: critics adore them. Former Pitchfork contributor Carl Wilson's entry on Céline Dion's Let's Talk About Love is different. When this book came out in 2007, Dion had just become the best-selling female recording artist of all time, but she was-- and remains-- anything but a critics' darling. "From the start," Wilson acknowledges, "her music struck me as bland monotony raised to a pitch of obnoxious bombast-- R&B with the sex and slyness surgically removed, French chanson severed from its wit and soul... a neverending crescendo of personal affirmation deaf to social conflict and context."

A music writer for the Toronto newspaper the Globe and Mail, Wilson is too conscientious to feel comfortable rejecting someone so globally beloved. So this erudite and eye-opening book attempts to explore not only Dion's polarizing appeal but also the very concept of "taste." Along the way, Wilson traces his loathing for Dion back to her Oscars performance alongside Elliott Smith, examines the meaning of "schmaltz" and Dion's French-Canadian roots, meets her adoring fans, sees her Vegas show, reviews the album (it's the one with that Titanic song), and analyzes theories on taste from David Hume, Immanuel Kant, and Pierre Bourdieu (turns out social distinction plays a big part). By the end, Wilson has set the blueprint for a kind of music criticism that "might put less stock in defending its choices and more in depicting its enjoyment, with all its messiness and private soul tremors-- to show what it is like for me to like it, and invite you to compare." In other words, let's talk about love.

Richard Buckner - Our Blood

Album Reviews
SPIN

August 2011
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7/10


Cover Art: Richard Buckner, 'Our Blood'

"I guess I'm the one they warned you about," Richard Buckner acknowledges on Our Blood, summing up in one long-suffering moan his entire discography of dangerous romance. Brooding and oblique, Buckner's first album in five years again seeks its pleasures in the shadows beside the bar, framed by desolate electronics far removed from the singer-songwriter's '90s alt-country roots. With pedal steel by Buddy Cage (Dylan's Blood on the Tracks), ominous percussion by Sonic Youth drummer Steve Shelley, and Buckner's usual subtle craftsmanship, he creates wasted-night rhapsodies that demand you lean in close -- however warily.


Richard Youngs - Amplifying Response

Album Reviews
SPIN

August 2011
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7/10


Cover Art: Richard Youngs, 'Amplifying Host'

During more than two decades spent honing a fiercely individual approach to minimalist, off-center folk, this Glasgow-based Englishman has amassed a small but steadily growing cult. Richard Youngs' 11th solo album on Indiana indie Jagjaguwar ditches the keyboards of his recent releases, instead relying on disjointed guitars, eerily overdubbed incantations, and the rich, multihued drumming of Damon Krukowski (Galaxie 500, Damon & Naomi). Evoking the moonlit tumbleweed vistas of an acid Western, Amplifying Host is unsettling but rewarding. "This is the time of fulfillment," Youngs exults. Right on schedule.

Holy Other - With U EP

Album Reviews
SPIN

August 2011
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8/10



Cover Art: Holy Other, 'With U EP'

Indie rock, R&B, electronic dance music, and hip-hop have all been converging in pretty fascinating ways lately, but Holy Other is on some whole other planet. With pitch-shifted vocal samples, yearning synths, and shuddering bass, this Berlin-via-Manchester producer's debut EP blasts through not only genres, but the divide between the otherworldly and the physical, too. Imagine if the flickering techno of the Field, the foggy rumblings of Burial, and the warped R&B of How to Dress Well or the Weeknd all headed toward someplace new. Your move, James Blake.

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