Marc Hogan: March 2011

Monday, March 28, 2011

You Were There: The Complete LCD Soundsystem

Feature
Pitchfork
March 28, 2011
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Bonnie Hill: The Shareholder Whisperer

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Agenda
March 28, 2011
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Internal Auditors Predict Bigger Work Loads

News Analysis
Agenda
March 21, 2011
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CEO, Director Pay on the Rise: Studies

News Analysis
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March 21, 2011
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HP Takes Heat Over CEO’s Part in Board Overhaul

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March 21, 2011
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Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Mountain Goats - All Eternals Deck

Album Review
SPIN
April 2011
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7/10

Damning vampires and surviving with eloquence

On the Mountain Goats' 18th album, frontman John Darnielle radiates an unfamiliar feeling: comfort. He enlists death-metal dude Erik Rutan as an unlikely producer (on four songs), but if All Eternals Deck rarely stumbles, it rarely surprises, either. As usual, the North Carolina trio's latest is musically contemplative (mostly acoustic guitar or piano, bass, drums, maybe strings) and lyrically bountiful (camera-ready metaphors, idiosyncratic settings, characters with warts). Darnielle's reedy whisper -- or, less often now, shout -- confides but also encourages: "We hold hands and we jump / And as we fall, we sing." For Darnielle, that's living.

Peter Bjorn & John - Gimme Some

Album Review
SPIN
April 2011
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7/10

Cover Art: Peter Bjorn and John, 'Gimme Some'

Crunchy and Creamy: Don't care about "Young Folks"? Neither do these guys.

Technically, Peter, Bjorn and John are one-hit wonders, but they sure are a multifaceted bunch. Breezy first encounter "Young Folks," from their 2006 breakthrough, Writer's Block, whistled its way to global dominance, but follow-up single "Let's Call It Off" was memorable enough for Drake to sample on his own career-launching mixtape, So Far Gone. In the meantime, the Stockholm trio have delved into beachcomber electronics (2008's Seaside Rock) and fractured hip-hop rhythms (2009's Living Thing, with an F-bomb chorus a year too early). If Peter Morén's solo bow was clumsy, Bjorn Yttling's production work for Lykke Li and others continues to impress.

On PB&J's sixth album overall, the group again changes tack, tapping an outside producer and reverting mainly to guitars, bass, and drums. Gimme Some has a punk-octane velocity that sometimes leads to bitterness -- toward critics (the Buzzcocks thrash of "Breaker Breaker"), Swedish royals (R.E.M. jangler "[Don't Let Them] Cool Off"), and pessimists (krautrock night-drive "I Know You Don't Love Me"). Sometimes it still leads to romantic melancholy -- burial ballad "May Seem Macabre" or punk-pop sleeper "Lies."

But even when trading whistling for cowbell, there's something these three songwriters always remember: "You can't, can't count on a second chance." If the least they do is keep revealing new shades of the familiar, it's worth sticking around and seeing this band through.

Davila 666 - Tan Bajo

Album Review
Pitchfork
March 21, 2011
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7.7

For the right kind of fuzzed-out rock band, gaining a bigger audience doesn't have to mean leaving the garage. Sure, these days plenty of lo-fi acts-- from Wavves to Dum Dum Girls to Cloud Nothings-- have left the scuzzy sonics behind, as Pitchfork contributor Martin Douglas recently noted over at Passion of the Weiss. And it definitely works when, say, Smith Westerns embrace swooning Britpop balladry, because those Chicago glam-brats' songs already had a certain teen-dream sweetness to them. But their former tourmates Davila 666 are a different case. You wouldn't hire a big-budget remixer to scrub the grit out of "Wild Thing" or "Louie Louie", would you?

Like its Nuggets-crushing forebears, this Puerto Rican six-piece earns a place on your next house-party playlist with sheer anarchic energy, not to mention a formidable gift for language-transcending hooks. On Davila 666's underrated 2008 self-titled debut album-- plus a handful of vinyl-only releases for HoZac, Douchemaster, and Rob's House-- they established themselves as gleefully filthy purveyors of indecipherably catchy garage-pop. Thankfully, Tan Bajo doubles down on the group's strengths, delving deeper into screeching sonic chaos while adding an even more memorable batch of songs to shout along with, whether or not you understand the words.

That means Davila 666's sophomore album is still rowdy enough for an impromptu weekend binge with a few friends, but it also offers enough carefully crafted tunes and feedback-streaked textures to fill your headphones. Stylistic tropes from classic 1960s girl groups complement raucous guitar licks on harmony-drenched "Yo Seria Otro", with its call-and-response verses and touches of strings, as well as on waltz-time "¡Diablo!", with its brutally earnest spoken-word section. Meanwhile, the Velvets-JAMC scree explored on the earlier "Ella Dice" only expands on the hypnotically pounding "Si Me Vez..." or the instant-earworm advance mp3 "Esa Nena Nunca Regreso". When the band breaks into a full Ramones sprint on "Mala" or "Patitas", anyone with a playground-level knowledge of Spanish can still catch the gist: mierda, caliente, cerveza, cucaracha. That said, at plenty of times Davila 666 continue to delight in their inscrutability, as on the distantly crooned opener or the chocolate-jingle hidden track-- inside jokes, maybe? In any event, such dumb fun is a necessary part of what the train-whistling, irrepressibly hey-hey-ing "Los Cruces" reminds us, in a rare English-language moment, is only "rock'n'roll."