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This Week’s Finds: Jan. 21-27 (The Broken West, Nicole Atkins, My Teenage Stride)

“Down in the Valley” – the Broken West

Big Star meets Wilco; irresistibility ensues. With its muscular tom-tom beat, feedbacky guitar, sloppy-tight harmonies, and organ solo, “Down in the Valley” walks that great great line between power pop and garage rock–a line walkable only by bands that really know what they’re doing. As a matter of fact, although the year is young, I think I’m going to be hard-pressed to find in 2007 another chorus as infectious as this one. Two things in particular make it work so well. First, the set-up: after the verse (starting at 0:38) we get a two-line lead-in before the chorus, and the chords that finally usher us in are both perfect (a classic series of resolving steps) and imperfect (they’re hardly actually there; rather they are largely implied). This is why, I think, we’re left in such a delicious state of anticipation at 0:46, waiting for the chorus to give us the resolution we crave. (It does.) Second, the harmonies, and specifically the harmony in the second line of the chorus, where the melody repeats but the vocal harmonies, has shifted. What I’m talking about: compare the sound of the harmonies on the word “sundown” (0:50-51) (the voices are singing the same note) to the harmonies on the words “no one” (0:57-59)–here the backing vocal splits off, going up a whole step while the melody goes down a third and we get that mysterious fourth interval for a note and there, that does it for me. Perhaps for you too, now that I mention it? The Broken West is a young quintet from Los Angeles who sound as broken in and familiar as an old pair of slippers. “Down in the Valley” is from the band’s disarmingly titled debut CD, I Can’t Go On, I’ll Go On, to be released tomorrow on the excellent Merge label.


“Carouselle” – Nicole Atkins

Attentive Fingertips visitors may remember Atkins from the delightful “Skywriters,” a song from her self-released debut CD that spent a few months on the Fingertips Top 10 late in ’05. Shortly thereafter, she was snapped up by none other than Columbia Records, which will release her next full-length CD this spring. In the meantime, an EP quietly emerged at the tail end of ’06 called Bleeding Diamonds, and from it, “Carouselle”: a charming amalgam of Kurt Weill and, oh, maybe Jenny Lewis? (Aha: an appropriate confluence, given Weill’s obsession with the name Jenny!) Alternating between a minor key, cabaret-ish piano vamp in the verse and a sweet, swinging Brill Building-y chorus, the song offers a bittersweet, idiosyncratic, smartly-crafted tribute to a demolished seaside amusement park ride. Atkins so sneakily blends typically discrete musical styles that you have to pay close attention to realize she’s up to something unusual. While you’re paying close attention, I urge you to listen as well to the depth of character in her voice; if you don’t concentrate, she may sound simply like another breezy-voiced flavor of the month, but no no no, she’s a keeper, with that rich, unexpected, and beautifully controlled vibrato and a simmering sense of passion kept just below the surface. I dare you to listen to how she sings the word “fantastic” (1:34) and not find your heart skipping a beat; or maybe you’ll just fall in love on the spot, as perhaps I have. The eagerly-awaited Columbia full-length does not yet have a release date.


“To Live and Die in the Airport Lounge” – My Teenage Stride

Buoyed by the same brand of upbeat moodiness that characterized many an old Smiths song, “To Live and Die in the Airport Lounge” is a sparkly bit of catchy but inscrutable guitar pop from the Brooklyn-based one-time one-man-band My Teenage Stride. Jedediah Smith is the singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist who launched the band, by himself, a few years ago; for a good part of the new CD, however, he assembled a stable foursome, and will perform live with them now as well. While I cannot personally vouch for the claim that Smith is “a living compendium of virtually every pop style that has existed from 1956 through the present,” as per his PR material, who am I to argue? He’s apparently written more than 500 songs in his still-young life, and I’ve only heard four of them. I will say that Smith’s music does exude an easy-going expertise; check out how nicely he blends the two (maybe three?) guitar sounds that drive the piece, and check out too his dexterous vocal layering–I really like how his extensive use of same-note harmony vocals serves to render all the more glowing the harmonies that subsequently differentiate. “To Live and Die in the Airport Lounge” is a song off Ears Like Golden Bats, the new My Teenage Stride CD, slated for a February release on London-based Becalmed Records.

This Week’s Finds: January 14-20 (Youth Group, Miho Hatori, The Book of Daniel)

“Sorry” – Youth Group

Crisp, glistening music that breaks no particular ground and yet makes me happy in a bittersweet sort of way and compels me to go back and listen again. This one launches with a crystalline guitar line, seven precise notes twice in a row, and check out the “off” interval on the fourth note in the second set–an ever-so-slightly jarring but actually amenable change that right away suggests a well-crafted song. I like too the subtle contrast between the song’s brisk pace and singer Toby Martin’s sweet and somewhat languorous delivery. Those who remember the British band James may hear some pleasing resonances here; this song boasts the soaring yet fleet-footed touch of that band’s best work. I’ve said it before and no doubt I’ll say it again: “good” is a far more important value than “new” when it comes to judging music; criticism based largely upon something not being “new” or “different” enough is almost always facile and suspect, in my opinion. Youth Group is a quartet from Sydney, Australia; “Sorry” is from the band’s new CD, its third, entitled Casino Twilight Dogs, which is scheduled for release in the U.S. next week on Anti Records.

“Barracuda” – Miho Hatori

Born in Tokyo, transplanted to Manhattan in the ’90s, Miho Hatori became known later in the decade as the singer in the experimental duo Cibo Matto, which combined facets of trip-hop, rock, and Latin music in a vibrant multicultural mélange. Now she’s got a solo CD, called Ecdysis, on which she emerges as a frisky-quirky eccentrically accented 21st-century musician with maybe even more trans-global chops than the reigning queen of frisky-quirky eccentrically accented 21st-century musicianhood, Björk. While happy enough around beats and programming, Hatori likewise employs on her CD a globetrotting battery of esoteric organic instruments–repique, zabumba, timbau, and Indian ankle bells among them–that lend an earthy sincerity to the sound. “Barracuda” in particular is propelled by an exotic drumbeat, a slinky, Latin-esque keyboard riff, and a stuttery monkey-call-like counter rhythm. Head full of transcultural metaphysics (she counts Joseph Campbell as a major influence), Hatori writes both concretely and obliquely, which is a fetching combination: I sense the real world very much around her, even as I can’t make heads or tails of what she’s talking about most of the time. The culiminating section in which she sings multilayered Portuguese (I think?) lyrics against that jungly backbeat, plus some sort of accordion, (starting around 2:20) is exuberant fun. Ecdysis was released on Rykodisc in October.

“Deadringer Deadringer” – the Book of Daniel

I have something of a soft spot for singers who don’t have pretty voices who sing pretty melodies, from Bob Dylan and Tom Waits to Shane McGowan and Peter Garrett and then some. Sounds like Gothenburg’s Daniel Gustaffson is a budding member of the group; older brother of Boy Omega’s Martin Henrik Gustaffson (who also plays in Book of Daniel), Daniel G., leading his loosey-goosey, eight-person ensemble, doesn’t grumble like Waits or go gruffly off-pitch like McGowan but his voice sounds mostly like he thinks he’s still talking rather than singing–which makes the melodic charm of this swingy, homespun tune all the more charming, to me. There’s something of Moondance-era Van Morrison in the air here, filtered through a rollicking Swedish-pop sensibility. When the band joins in for a bit of call and response (around :43), it’s hard not to smile. Later on, the extended trumpet solo (starting at 2:51) is just plain cool. “Deadringer Deadringer” is from the Book of Daniel’s debut full-length CD, Songs for the Locust King, which was released late in November on Riptide Recordings in Germany, and then again in late December (I think; the precise date is oddly difficult to discern) on the Malmö-based Black Star Foundation label. The MP3 is available via Riptide.

This Week’s Finds: January 7-13 (Arcade Fire, Looker, Ron Sexsmith)

“Black Mirror” – Arcade Fire

Only a couple of times every half-generation or so are rock fans treated to music from a band so sure and firm and complete that they sound only like themselves even as each song introduces new aspects of their sound. After just one CD–2004’s Funeral—Arcade Fire appeared to be one of these bands. This song, from their much-anticipated second release, Neon Bible, suggests this Montreal septet is the real thing indeed. Over an ominous opening rumble, acoustic guitars strum a couple of insistent, unresolved chords and I’m immediately intrigued. Win Butler then lends his distinctive warble to a solid, descending melody as a vague, indescribable sound roils around him and then, check it out: a piano, somewhat distantly, pounds out four ascending (again unresolved) notes, withdraws, returning to underpin the abbreviated chorus (just the words “black mirror” repeated). See, one of the things this band does so well–and uniquely, I think—is use their instruments orchestrally, employing recurring themes as motifs that are not simply the melody the singer is singing. Another asset on display is how Arcade Fire songs can effortlessly spin out in unanticipated directions. Listen, for instance, to the dramatic turn taken at 1:20—Butler’s voice leaps up into that “I may be coming unhinged” range while dynamic chords forge into surprising new territory before linking at 1:37 back to the chorus (1-2-3-4! goes the piano). Don’t miss another turn at 2:17, when Butler sings an emphatic French phrase over an increasingly frenetic but still indescribable musical background; and then, ahh!, the offhandedly marvelous theme the strings play from 3:12 (announced by that great dissonant trill at 3:11), leading the song back into the ominous rumble we started with. Neon Bible is due out in early March on Merge Records; the MP3 is available in a hidden sort of way via the band’s mysterious site via BetterPropaganda.


“Tickle My Spine” – Looker

Punchy, uncomplicated punk-pop with an undercurrent of something richer and inscrutably appealing. I like how the head-knocking rhythm of the verse alternates with a just slightly swingier feel, almost like a sped-up Supremes song, in the chorus. Singer/guitarist Boshra AlSaadi has a voice at once higher and musically stronger than one usually hears from a woman heading a hard-rocking unit like this one. Having fellow guitarist (and band co-founder) Nicole Greco on backing vocals adds a pleasing richness to the brisk, careening vibe. In fact, three of the band’s four members are women (only the drummer is male), which messes up music writers seeking to put them in either the well-worn “girl-band” box (Go-Gos, Donnas, etc.) or the “woman singer/male band” box (Blondie, Garbage, etc.). Haven’t seen anyone put them in the Elastica box but there at least was one other band with three women and one man, at least for some of its life, for what it’s worth. “Tickle My Spine” is a song dating back to Looker’s 2004 EP, On the Pull; after hitting the studio in 2006 to record some demos with none other than Richard Gottehrer (who produced the debut CDs for both Blondie and the Go-Gos), Looker is set to release its first full-length CD, Born Too Late, later this week. The MP3 is available via the band’s site. Thanks to the Deli for the lead.


“And Now the Day is Done” – Ron Sexsmith

One of the most talented singer/songwriters of his generation, Ron Sexsmith writes wondrous, lasting songs with apparent ease, but without (yet?) a lot of widespread recognition outside of his native Canada. I’ve stopped trying to figure out how he can keep writing so many good songs without resorting to studio trickery or drastic stylistic alteration, but ten albums into his recording career he seems endlessly able to amuse himself with a guitar, a cache of sturdy chords, and a direct vocabulary of plain words delivering heartfelt messages. Clearly his singing voice serves him well, to begin with—that achy, rounded tenor of his, as warm and tremulous as Tim Hardin’s or Jeff Buckley’s but with a touch of someone else entirely, like maybe Jackson Browne or, more obliquely, Elvis Costello. And even as his songs have been produced in various ways, often in a band setting, sometimes with flourishes like horn charts or strings, what remains front and center are his dual core talents as singer and songwriter. The elegiac “And Now the Day is Done” is Sexsmith at his quietest and prettiest, but listen carefully to discern how beautifully produced it is—what sounds like a stark guitar and voice number is given great depth and warmth by subtle embellishments deep down in the mix, not to mention Sexsmith’s deft touch as a guitarist (check out that glistening hammer-on at 2:48). “And Now the Day is Done” is the final song on his CD Time Being, which was released back in May in Canada, finally to be coming out in the U.S. tomorrow on Ironworks Music, an independent label co-owned by Kiefer Sutherland (really) and Jude Cole. The new CD was produced by Mitchell Froom, who had his hand on the knobs for Sexsmith’s marvelous first three CDs; among the musicians playing on the album are Pete Thomas and Davey Faragher, from Elvis Costello’s band the Impostors. MP3 is available via Salon.

This Week’s Finds: Dec. 31-Jan. 6 (The Thermals, The Winks, Eastern Conference Champions)

“Here’s Your Future” – the Thermals

Let’s hit the ground running here in ’07, shall we? Bracing and uncompromising, “Here’s Your Future” is a two-and-a-half-minute blast of literate, crafty 21st-century punk rock from a band that walks the walk. (The Thermals made news early last year for turning down a $50,000 request from Hummer to use a song of theirs in a commercial.) Fueled by a fast five-chord guitar riff, “Here’s Your Future” is both bleak and poignant; the song offers only the comfort (if you can call it that) of standing up and facing uncomfortable facts in a world incapable of saving itself, a world that looks again and again for salvation in exactly the wrong place (note opening chord from the church organ). Singer/guitarist Hutch Harris pummels his guitars and sings without quite singing while bassist Kathy Foster plays one-woman rhythm section—the band had lost its original drummer late last year so that’s Foster bashing away on the drums as well. (Since recording, they’ve enlisted a new drummer and are back to being a trio.) From Portland, Oregon, the Thermals have been at it since 2002; “Here’s Your Future” is the lead track from The Body, The Blood, The Machine (Sub Pop), the band’s third CD. While not necessarily a concept album, this one features songs that apparently envision the U.S. as being governed by Christian fascists. Not sure how much envisioning that took. The MP3 is available via the Sub Pop site.

“Guitar Swing” – The Winks

At the core of this peculiar but compelling song is the primordially affecting two-chord progression that works magic just about wherever it goes: this is the one where a major tonic chord alternates with the minor mediant chord—that’s the I and the iii, as they say in music theory land. In “Guitar Swing,” the chords underpin a cryptic song with an insistent beat and the unusual if not unique instrumental combination of cello and mandolin. In a wavery tenor that sounds, somehow, both heartbroken and indifferent, singer/mandolinist Todd MacDonald intersperses the largely impenetrable lyrics with Delphic pronouncements–“Sleepers know the facts”; “Tuxedos are only as strong as your heart”—that engage and mystify simultaneously. Meanwhile, bandmate Tyr Jami uses her cello both as rhythmic texture and melodic color, and sings a bit too, with a smiley-er tone than her partner. Don’t miss the “wa-wa” duet section, beginning at 2:23, during which MacDonald and Jami explore the I-iii alternation with earnest whimsy. The Winks are a Montreal-based duo that use a rotating cast of 13 musicians to fill in as needed. “Guitar Swing” is a track off the band’s Birthday Party CD, which was released on Ache Records in November. Birthday Party is the band’s second full-length, widely released CD, but their eighth CD in all (the first five were limited-edition CD-Rs; they’ve also done a split with their side-project, Tights). The MP3 is via the Ache site.

“Hollywood” – Eastern Conference Champions

Any band combining gorgeous melody with ghostly electronics is going to bring Radiohead to mind at this point, and the suburban Philadelphia band Eastern Conference Champions certainly does that here. I will note—as I have in the past—that it is no sin for one band to remind us of another; I always believe a good song is a good song. “Hollywood” is a very good song indeed, its delicate, soaring melody telling an elusive tale of loss and disappointment, accompanied only by percussion and synths and maybe some samples. I like how the song feels expressive and expansive and even organic without any guitar in the mix. Maybe it has something to do with the sleighbells. Lead singer Josh Ostrander has a thin, high voice, not unlike Thom Yorke’s, that sometimes crackles with syllable shifts; he is joined here on backing vocals by Maura Davis of the group Ambulette, a nice touch that accentuates the lullaby-like nature of the song (as do those sleighbells) while creating a little distance from the Radiohead-ish vibe. The song can be found on ECC’s debut EP, The Southampton Collection, was released on Retone Records back in March. The band was signed shortly thereafter to Suretone Records, but what a difference two letters make—Suretone is an offshoot of Interscope Records, part of the Geffen family. ECC’s next full-length will be out on Suretone this spring.

This is the last week you can put your name in for the Lucinda Williams giveaway in progress right now on the Fingertips Contests page. Once more, with feeling: I’ve got two copies of the newly re-released, two-disc Car Wheels On A Gravel Road to give away for nothing at all but the time it takes to send an email. Two winners will be selected at random; deadline for entry is December 24. Details here.

Note that the Fingertips home office will shut down (mostly) between December 23 and January 1. (The contest winner, however, will be contacted during that week.) The next edition of “This Week’s Finds” will appear on Tuesday January 2. Wishing everyone in the meantime the happiest of holidays (Christmas, Hanukkah, Solstice, New Year’s Day, and then some: all holidays are for celebrating); see you in ’07….

THIS WEEK’S FINDS
week of Dec. 17-23

“Grain of Salt” – the Morning Benders
A completely endearing blend of do-it-yourself-ish indie rock and pure pop know-how. Let me start, for a change, at the end: the fact that this thing closes out with a rave-up guitar solo–and if I better knew my guitar sounds I could tell you what kind of guitar it is; it’s a distinctive and familiar one, to be sure, with a deep feel of rock history about it–says a lot about the Morning Benders’ impressive musical instincts. It’s nothing I’d’ve expected and yet now of course it sounds perfectly inevitable, particularly following the coda-like extension the song takes before the solo kicks in. From beginning to end, in fact, “Grain of Salt” oozes charm and craft in equal measure, from the shuffly bashings of drummer Julian Harmon (I feel as if I just about see his elbows flying as he pounds away on the two and four beats) to the effortlessly merry melody, sung with easygoing grace by Chris Chu, and the happy happy chord progressions that enliven it. With repeated listens, I grow more and more impressed with the ability of this Berkeley, Calif.-based foursome to sound so simultaneously spontaneous and durable–a very friendly combination. “Grain of Salt” comes from the band’s debut EP Loose Change, which was self-released earlier this year, sold out, then re-released in September (with one extra song) on Portia Records. The MP3 is via the band’s site.

“The Vague Angels of Vagary” – Vague Angels
Even though this came out in March and has nothing whatever to do with Christmas or the holiday season of any kind, I like featuring a song by a band named Vague Angels this week. It seems like all we can hope for these days, and maybe all we actually need. And never mind any of that: this free-flowing, structure-free song is itself extraordinarily cool. Rolling firmly to a strong yet elusive train-like rhythm, “The Vague Angels of Vagary” seems, well, vaguely to be about trains, and journeys, and searches. NYC-based singer/songwriter/novelist Chris Leo (brother of Ted) speak-sings the odd but engaging lyrics like Lou Reed with a higher voice and no leather jacket; he seems more bemused by what he sees that pissed off. What hooks me with this one: the energetic, good-natured, descending guitar riff that keeps the song afloat–relentlessly it climbs back to its apex and spills yet again downward while Leo goes on about train track tundras and the WPA and the MTA. “The Vague Angels of Vagary” is from the CD Let’s Duke It Out At Kilkenny Katz’ (yes there’s that weird floating apostrophe in the title), released earlier in the year by Pretty Activity. The MP3 is via the Pretty Activity site; thanks to the Deli for the head’s up.

“All I Ever Get For Christmas Is Blue” – Over the Rhine
This year’s directly related holiday tune comes from longtime Fingertips faves Over the Rhine. Karin Bergquist is in fine, bittersweet form while partner Linford Detweiler lays down crystalline piano lines with unearthly deftness. This song comes from Over the Rhine’s new Christmas CD, featuring original Christmas songs, entitled Snow Angels. The instantly intimate and enveloping sound here is no accident; Detweiler himself has written, “We hope that Snow Angels is a record that becomes part of the landscape for small gatherings of people who love each other.” If justice is served, it will be, but then again the world as we are living in it is not is not known, alas, for great justice at a macro level. We are left to do what we can individually, and in small groups. Do yourself, at least, the favor of checking this song out–and the one other MP3 available from this CD, “Darlin’ (Christmas is Comin’)”–and then buying the CD if you like the vibe and think maybe an unabashed album of new Christmas songs is its own sort of wonderful thing (and hey I think so and don’t even celebrate the holiday myself!). These guys have developed a deep, rich, and very personal sound over the years that is a wonder to behold and deserves a wider audience than they have thus far reached. If you’d like to hear more be sure to check out the Over the Rhine entry in the Select Artist Guide for pointers to other free and legal MP3s of theirs.

This Week’s Finds: December 10-16 (Andy Partridge, Amy Winehouse, Sam Phillips)

“Sonic Boom” – Andy Partridge

As buoyant, crisp, and driven as any number of great XTC songs Partridge wrote in his years as that seminal British band’s principal singer and songwriter. And why shouldn’t it be? This was one of more than 100 songs Partridge had accumulated over a couple of decades that never made it to an XTC album for a variety of reasons. They’ve come to the light of day, along with many alternate recordings of songs XTC did release, on the eight so-called Fuzzy Warbles CDs Partridge has released over the last three years or so. The series has been gathered this fall into one spiffily-designed boxed set (The Fuzzy Warbles Collector Album) that is a crazy overload of songwriting goodness for XTC devotees. From disc number seven, “Sonic Boom” is an ode to loud music—in particular to the role an electric guitar can play in the redemption of a listless teenager—that is not itself, cleverly, a particularly raucous song. (After all, extolling the virtues of loud music in a really loud song would not speak to the unconverted.) Instead we get cheerful, crunchy pop with a really great guitar sound. For me, the siren-like riffs that ring from the intro are the key to the song’s presence and depth. Listen in particular to the second verse, beginning around 0:55, and how the guitar at that point remains in that higher register to puncutate the lyrics with semi-dissonant squawks. And then, wow, the concise guitar solo, from 1:37 to 1:55, is a brilliant bit of controlled chaos that might pass you right by if you don’t pay close attention. As with the vast majority of the songs on all the Fuzzy Warbles CD, the irrepressible Partridge does all the singing and playing.

“Rehab” – Amy Winehouse

I find three things about this song irresistible. First, the glistening retro sound: from the snazzy horn charts and string flourishes to the big drum beats and Winehouse’s sharp, spacious, soulful vocal, everything blends to deliver a loving ’60s sheen that manages at the same time to sound current and new rather than merely nostalgic. Second, that cockeyed refrain in the chorus—the way she drags her recalcitrant “no, no, no” (alternately: “go, go, go”) just a bit off the beat is nutty and beguiling. I don’t know why. The third wonderful thing is how Winehouse–who is quite the notorious (and loose-lipped) carouser over there in the U.K.–manages to turn a song about going through an alcohol recovery program (or, rather, not) into an almost gospel-like stomper. There’s something poignant in the effort, despite the swagger in Winehouse’s voice. “Rehab” is the opening track off Back to Black, the young singer/songwriter’s second CD. Her first album, Frank, came out in 2003 when she was just 20. That one was a jazz-inflected effort that she has since been quoted as saying is an album she never liked. Her new one is shot through with Phil Spector-meets-Motown girl-group sounds from the early ’60s; if “Rehab” is any indication, Winehouse is a well-suited practitioner of that distinctive musical vocabulary. Released on Island Records in the U.K. in October, Back to Black is scheduled for a March release here in the States, on Universal.

“Reflecting Light” – Sam Phillips

Sam Phillips is a musical hero of mine; few if any singer/songwriters I’ve encountered can match her ability to capture poetic insights, sometimes bordering on the genuinely mystical, within the everyday, agreeable realm of the three-minute pop song. Her Beatlesque 1994 masterpiece, Martinis & Bikinis, was a triumph of songwriting and production; her two CDs (so far) of the 21st century have found her working in a starker, quieter setting, with acoustic instruments–the songs on both Fan Dance (2001) and A Boot and a Shoe (2004) often sound as if they were laid down in one room, in one take. A sweet, melancholy waltz from the latter CD, “Reflecting Light” shines with sad spirit and forlorn dignity; there’s a ’20s-like brio to the string arrangement, while hard-earned enlightenment runs through its lyrical veins: “Give up the ground under your feet/Hold onto nothing for good/Turn and run at the mean dogs chasing you/Stand alone and misunderstood.” Phillips’ association with the TV show Gilmore Girls—she wrote the show’s original score and her songs have been prominently featured–has given this song a second life and a slew of fans she would have otherwise never reached. Her next CD, apparently to be called Don’t Do Anything, will be released some time in 2007. And not a moment too soon.

This Week’s Finds: December 3-9 (Megan Palmer, A Passing Feeling, Maia Hirasawa)

“Angelo” – Megan Palmer

Smart piano-based pop that puts me in the mind of Jonatha Brooke both for its savvy songwriting—this thing has both bounce and venom—and for Palmer’s vocal style; she sings with something of Brooke’s timbre and sometimes crack-voiced phrasing, without at all sounding like a knock-off. Palmer is a violinist, of all things, and her instrument adds a nice depth to the unfolding of the song—listen for instance to its role in the instrumental part of the bridge that begins at 1:29. The violin is typically an ensemble instrument, whether playing in classical, country, or (occasionally) rock, and it strikes me that violinists may therefore have a leg up when it comes to knowing how to blend instruments into a cohesive whole. In any case, Palmer does a great job of that here, using the piano, violin, electric guitar, and percussion with great aplomb. One nice example is how the song emerges from the bridge at around 2:10: first a chime plays a lazy three-note melody (I kept thinking the doorbell was ringing when I initially heard that), out of which the violin emerges, slurring in with an answering couple of notes, underneath which the guitar then plays its own little dancey variation. It’s a small but indicative moment in a song that’s both immediately appealing and satisfyingly substantive. “Angelo” is a song from Palmer’s debut CD, Forget Me Not, which was released this summer on tiny Sunken Treasure Records. The MP3 is available via her site.

“Red Gold” – A Passing Feeling

This is one of those “you had me at the intro” songs: the ringing chords, hinting at but not quite utilizing dissonance and/or feedback, and so carefully placed in that universally appealing 1-2, 1-2, 1-2-3 pattern—but actually no, they extend past the “obvious” resolution with chord number seven of the progression and manage to re-resolve with an additional, eighth chord. This NYC-based quartet will hang the entire song upon this series of nicely articulated chords and it works because of what it sounds like when Brian Miltenberg starts spitting out the words: it sounds like his life depends upon every syllable. And I do mean spitting: he rivals Joe Strummer as the rock vocalist who for me most easily conjures visions of sweat and saliva hitting the microphone with each lyrical declaration. (This is a compliment by the way.) A Passing Feeling had a Fingertips Top 10 song earlier this year with “Book of Matches,” from their debut EP. Now they have a debut full-length CD called We Might Not Sleep At All This Year, which was released in November on 75 or Less Records. That’s where you’ll find “Red Gold”; the MP3 is up on the 75 or Less site.

“Roselin” – Maia Hirasawa

We’re back to the piano but this one is so charming and exquisite I needed to put it in the mix this week, figuring that separating the two songs with that blast of melodic indie-punk will kind of cleanse your palette. And in any case I can surely use the beauty right here and now, breathing it into me like a supple, restorative wine. “Roselin” starts daintily enough, heading almost but not quite towards preciousness, but right away with a great melodic sensibility. And I’ll tell you where it just slays me—mainlining the beauty part right here—is in the chorus, which has as winsome and plaintive a melody as I’ve heard in a long time: notes that sound ancient and familiar and fresh and coy; as a bonus (for me, anyway) it’s got a touch of early Jane Siberry about it, adding to the depth and charm. When she sings “Don’t know what I should do/What I should get”—ahhh. Just that: ahhhh (more h’s are useful). She even sings the “ahhh” for us right at that point: how convenient. Maia Hirasawa is a half-Swedish, half-Japanese musician who sings in English in Stockholm with an unplaceable accent; “Roselin” is from her self-released EP entitled My New Friend, which came out back in April (and is now sold out). The MP3 is available via the really impressive, information-packed blog It’s a Trap, which is devoted to Scandanavian music. Thanks to Avi over there for permission to link, and thanks too to Hedvika at the great Getecho blog for the original lead. Hirasawa by the way was recently since signed to the Stockholm-based Razzia Records and will have a full-length debut available in March 2007.

This Week’s Finds: Nov. 26-Dec. 2 (The Shins, Prototypes, Patrick Watson)

“Phantom Limb” – the Shins

Rarely have I heard a rock’n’roll songwriter sing inscrutable lyrics with such heartbreaking sincerity as the Shins’ front man, James Mercer. Over time I’ve decided it’s quite an alluring, perhaps even unique, attribute. Most if not all of pop music’s traffickers in willfully opaque lyrics sing with more emotional flatness, maybe a bit of an ironic smirk, or sometimes even aggressive overcompensation. But Mercer has figured out how to be sincere, even movingly sincere, while singing words that only intermittently (at best) reveal any straightforward meaning. Clearly he, at least, knows what he’s singing about–which is exactly what keeps me going back to tease out whatever meaning I can. And at that point, Mercer’s ability to write subtly beautiful melodies becomes another alluring feature of his songwriting. To think of his songs simply as “catchy” (Google “Shins” and “catchy” and check it out) sells Mercer way short, because he’s doing much more than writing songs to hum after one listen. As one example, listen to the secondary melody he uses from 0:18 to 0:24—it follows the ascendant opening melody, employing now a couple of minor chords to end the verse in an unresolved place, just in time to return to the surging melody that we began with, although even then he alters the tail of it a bit. I love too the unexpected falsetto note he hits at 0:58 and the subsequent turn the melody takes there in the middle of what is probably the chorus. It’s almost as if he’s writing classical motifs rather than pop melodies, and your ability to note them and hear when they recur greatly adds to the pleasure of your listening experience. “Phantom Limb” is the first single from the band’s much-anticipated third CD, Wincing the Night Away, which will be officially released next month on Sub Pop Records. The CD however has been “leaked” online as of October, causing much hubbub in blogoland. The MP3 is now available legally via the Sub Pop site.

“Décider” – Prototypes

A buzzy, deadpan, neo-new wave rave-up. The appeal here is all in the vibe: there’s something steely and electro going on with that astringent drumbeat and ringing guitar line; at the same time singer Isabel Le Doussal’s uninflected speak-singing in the verse adds something mysterious and earthy to the beat-driven proceedings, which churn away with unrelenting vigor. The chorus, meanwhile, adds enough melody and bouncy synthesizer to make the return of the steely-electro section seem appealingly inevitable. Keep your ears open for unexpected additions to the sonic palette: the percussive, off-kilter metallic accents at around 1:20, for instance; or the whistly, arcade-game chirping that pops up around 2:36; and is that an accordion near the end? I think maybe. Prototypes are a French trio with one full-length CD released so far in the U.S. “Décider” can be found on a new EP called Je Ne Te Connais Pas, released for free online last week by Minty Fresh Records.

“Giver” – Patrick Watson

I’m guessing there aren’t a lot of indie rockers who know who Steve Reich is; Montreal’s Patrick Watson has actually played with the man. This suggests the U.S.-born, Canada-raised pianist/singer/songwriter Patrick Watson is at the very least an interesting, multifaceted musician. “Giver” suggests he also knows a thing or two about writing and performing a stylish pop song. To begin with, there’s Watson’s rich, echoey tenor, which maintains its character even soaring occasionally into the falsetto-sphere. As I listen repeatedly I’m struck by the song’s great texture–without piling on instruments or effects, it delivers a gratifying sense of motion and change throughout. Some of that has to do with the effective use of time signature changes (relatively rare in three and a half minute rock tunes), and some may have to do with the underlying, Beatle-like sense of jauntiness in the air–the Beatles were nothing if not masters of texture in pop music. And okay maybe I have a soft spot for the guy because he loves Debussy. If more people loved Debussy the world would be a better place. “Giver” is a track from the CD Close to Paradise, which was released in Canada in September on Secret City Records; this is Watson’s third CD but Secret City’s very first release ever. The MP3 is available via the Secret City site. An American release is expected next month, although you can already buy it electronically via iTunes.

This Week’s Finds: Nov. 19-25 (The Casting Couch, Apes and Androids, Benjy Ferree)

“Song About Dying” – The Casting Couch

Have I been in a rut? Do I always put the quiet songs second? This has occurred to me. And maybe there’s nothing wrong with that. But this week I’m starting quiet, and maybe a little sad. Though not as sad as you’d think from the title. And it doesn’t stay completely quiet, either. I really like the variety of instruments that show up here—hand bells, clarinet, a horn of some sort, a (I think) theremin(!)–but even more I like how these instruments just kinda sorta play, they just do their thing without fuss, making an ensemble blending hand bells, clarinet, a horn of some sort and even maybe a theremin sound like well, yes, doesn’t everyone? Meanwhile, singer Wendy Mitchell has just the right sort of crack in her not-quite-twangy voice for this down-home alt-country meets chamber pop lullaby. The Casting Couch is based in Austin, but combines the talents of musicians from both Texas and Athens, Georgia. “Song About Dying” is from the band’s debut full-length CD, Row Your Boat, which was released on I Eat Records at the very end of last year. The MP3 is available via the I Eat site.


“Radio” – Apes and Androids

If this sounds at first like just another blippy bit of electro-rock sung by another nasally vocalist, well, okay, it is a blippy bit of electro-rock sung by a nasally vocalist—but it’s also a whole lot more. If you want a hand-hold, here’s one point that gave me a clue this was something significant: after the opening melody, where it sounds like it’s just a nasally guy singing blip-rock, check it out: at 0:23, a chorus of voices opens up, somewhat Queen-like but not exactly, and they’re not singing any words, just an extended “oh,” but oh what an “oh”–there are a copule of interesting descending lines and nice chords in there even as the lead singer joins in on top with a resolutely dissonant “counter-oh,” as it were. Whoa. And then: the initial melody returns but now there’s an awesome chord in there, somehow, at 0:43. Listen to that and and then best of all listen to how it comes back at 0:59 with backing harmonies. Whoa-ho. Soon a vaguely Middle Eastern synthed-up guitar lines plays against soaring harmonies, then stops for a gliding funk break and we regroup back into blippiness before a big bashy wash of sound closes things out, like some sort of robot orchestra kicking out the jams. This is seriously unusual and engaging, always a good combination. A relatively new band, Apes and Androids is from New York City and appears to be wowing live audiences wherever they go. “Radio” is available via the band’s web site NME. Perhaps you haven’t heard the last of these guys.


“In the Countryside” – Benjy Ferree

This one is weird (but enjoyable!) in a whole different way, as Washington, D.C.-based singer/songwriter Benjy Ferree gives us a crisp, head-bobbing ditty that sounds like an American version of a British music-hall romp, funneled through a nebulous ’60s filter (T. Rex? the Kinks? Thunderclap Newman??). This is, in any case, one style of old-timey music that Bob Dylan has yet to wrap his arms around. We get a bit of fiddle, a little whistling, and a guitar trying to sound like a tuba, but mostly we get Ferree’s high, appealingly robust voice—sounding not completely unlike Robert Plant, if he were on the front porch singing to the neighbor’s children, perhaps in Tennessee. “In the Countryside” is from Leaving The Nest (Domino Records), Ferree’s first CD, which was originally released in the D.C. area last year as an EP. The MP3 is via the Domino site.

This Week’s Finds: November 12-18 (31Knots, Nina Nastasia, Elanors)

“Sedition’s Wish” – 31Knots

Even as I am historically oriented towards the simple-sounding music that falls under the “pop” umbrella (the intelligent edge of the umbrella, in any case), I don’t think that anyone’s musical tastes are as rigid and unyielding as, say, American radio has long assumed. Sure, I love a smart and catchy pop song; but I also love something as dense and prickly as this song from the dense and prickly Portland, Ore.-based trio 31Knots. Mind you, I still need something to hook me, but the hooks don’t always have to be soaring melodies and warm-and-fuzzy chord changes. For instance, once I’m accustomed to it, the clumpy melody of the verse, mirrored simultaneously by a meticulous guitar, has its own special charm. It’s a careful-sounding, somewhat homely refrain that becomes the oddball backbone of this vaguely threatening song–and so even when the guitar explodes into almost incoherent noise (e.g. 1:14), note how you can still sing that central melody along with the noise, and how the noise halts at exactly the right moment for the refrain to return (1:25). My favorite iteration of the melody is in the middle of the song when an unexpected trumpet joins in (1:44), accompanying much as the guitar had originally, but not directly mirroring the vocal notes; instead it plays a semi-dissonant countermelody that gives a Kurt Weill-ish air to the proceedings, somehow. We get a bit more noise, a bit more horn, and then a smoother, flow-ier section as a coda. This is not a pop song, but it’s less than four minutes long; it’s not “catchy” but it sure engages me. “Sedition’s Wish” can be found on the band’s new EP, Polemics, which was released last week on Polyvinyl Records. The band also expects its fourth full-length CD, The Days and Nights of Everything Anywhere, to be released early next year. MP3 via Better Propaganda.

<“Bird of Cuzco” – Nina Nastasia

Hollywood-born, New York City-based singer/songwriter Nina Nastasia has a pretty, unadorned voice that brings Suzanne Vega to mind, a bit, but not precisely, as Nastasia sounds more ordinary on the one hand (Vega’s voice has always had an unearthly air) and yet also richer and rounder: the ordinary made extraordinary through breathtaking clarity and presence. Or something like that. This sad and stately acoustic guitar piece, adorned with cozy, precise piano accents, seems eerily aligned with the sort of day it’s been out my window today–a gray, rainy, wet-leaved day that looks dreary yet somehow also comforts; the day and the song alike manage to be melancholy and heartening at the same time, a feeling-state I’m not sure there’s a word for in English. “Bird of Cuzco” is from Nastasia’s CD On Leaving, her fourth, which was released in September on Fat Cat Records, a British label. As with her previous discs, Nastasia has teamed again with engineer Steve Albini (don’t call him a producer, he hates it), who has worked with a mighty range of alternative and indie musicians from the ’80s through the ’00s, including big names such as the Pixies, Nirvana, and P.J. Harvey. The MP3 is via Insound.

“She Had a Dream” – Elanors

Don’t miss the opening combination of insistent drumming and sugary strings, an uncommon juxtaposition that lends a curious vibe to this idiosyncratic and gorgeous piece of music. The Chicago-based duo Elanors, featuring singer/pianist Noah Harris and wife Adriel Harris on guitar and backing vocal, paint big orchestral pictures of a familiar-seeming yet singular variety. (For the CD, Elanors have borrowed two players from the band Judah Johnson, for whom Noah plays keyboards.) Brian Wilson comes to mind, partly because of the orchestral aspirations, but mostly because of just how in-its-own-world this song seems. Having spent a certain amount of time reacquainting myself with Pet Sounds in recent weeks, I was struck anew by how thoroughly peculiar a sonic reality it presents, a peculiarity rooted somewhere in the marriage of the songs he wrote, the voice he sung them in, and the instruments he employed and how he employed them. With Elanors, a similar sort of splendid peculiarity is in the air. Note for instance the drumming again, which with or without the strings is just plain unusual, keeping up as it does a unflagging but continuously inventive triplet rhythm, three beats for each beat of the 4/4 measure, until the very end (oh and don’t miss too that point, at 3:57, when the drum actually stops, just seconds before the end of the song; it’s almost a revelation). “She Had a Dream” is a song from the band’s second CD, Movements, released last month on Parasol Records. The MP3 is via the Parasol site.