It’s Called Viral for a Reason

I see press releases every week touting a band’s worthiness based on the apparent viral success of its latest video. If it’s not too late, I am here to suggest a massive reboot on the matter.

In the relative blink of an eye, we have culturally swallowed a crazy idea: that the capacity to grab people’s attention is more important than what is being done to grab their attention.

We have, in other words, bought into the myth of “going viral.” I see press releases every week touting a band’s worthiness based on the apparent viral success of its latest video. If I am not too late, I would like to suggest a massive reboot on the matter.

Because the plain fact of going viral actually says nothing whatsoever about the worthiness of whatever it is that which has gone viral. To take the viral-ness of something as a de facto sign of value is lunacy.

Remember, it’s called viral for a reason. Either online or offline, viruses are things we know we need to avoid, are things that are insidiously unhealthy.

How the viral thing started is easy enough to see. Because the online world is open to one and all—such a difference from the “old media” model of one-to-many broadcasting—an intractable problem facing anyone who seeks an audience is how to get anyone’s attention. Thus has the very idea of getting people’s attention risen to a value in and of itself.

And yet, removed from the addictive context of social media, we understand as human beings that simply because something has wrested our attention away doesn’t require it to be either good or true or meaningful in any way. Valuing the viral is like being guided, for entertainment, from car wreck to car wreck, while the art museums and theaters remain empty, waiting for patrons.

Valuing the viral for its viral-ness overlooks the fact that there are many things that grab our attention unduly. Valuing the viral for its viral-ness also overlooks how shallow a connection is being made here. All someone has to do to “participate” here is click. This is not a big commitment, clicking. How much does it cost in time or energy or money to click? One million clicks on a free video has none of the weight and importance of one million products or services or experiences sold for actual money. I think we forget this, seduced by apparent quantity that actually reflects nothing of what quantity in the physical world may reflect.

(And never mind the fact that even in the physical world quantity is hardly a flawless measure of quality in the first place, but that’s a separate can of worms.)

In off-screen life, things are not valued merely for the fact that they have grabbed our attention. It’s actually rather silly, if you think about it, especially considering that most of us are aware that the things that most easily gain our attention are things that simply loudest or shiniest, or things that are merely abrupt or unexpected.

In on-screen life, it should be no different. A viral video may in fact be charming and original and worthy of your time, or it may not be. The mere fact of its “going viral,” however, is no indication of its worthiness. All a viral video has done has hijacked our attention. Truly, this is not much of an accomplishment.

Free and legal MP3: TW Walsh (insistent minor-key groove)

After a delay for some ambiant, setting-up noise, “Make It Rhyme” hits upon an insistent, minor-key groove and boom, it’s got me.

TW Walsh

“Make It Rhyme” – TW Walsh

After a delay for some ambient, setting-up noise, “Make It Rhyme” hits upon an insistent, minor-key groove and boom, it’s got me. Maybe it’s the jangly tone of the electric guitar, maybe it’s the snare-free drum beat, or maybe it’s that spooky organ sustain that anchors the song’s rhythm section in something both humorous and unsettling, but this one has that great combination of being both instantly likable and deeply appealing. Speaking of humorous and unsettling, take a listen to the lyrics, which chronicle a dysfunctional relationship in a series of sardonic couplets, one of which is the titular “You sing the song/But I make it rhyme.” The extra joke here is that there are a couple of lines in the song—listen carefully and you’ll catch them—in which the rhyme is actually missing.

And the extra extra joke here is that the song is very specifically about Walsh’s long-standing friendship/musical relationship with David Bazan, erstwhile leader of the band Pedro the Lion. Walsh was the only other official member of that band; he calls this song “the worst version of myself complaining about the worst version of Dave,” with the benefit of some bemused hindsight.

Born Timothy William, Walsh recorded some solo material 10 years ago or so, and also headed a project called The Soft Drugs in the mid-’00s. He has spent more time and energy in recent years on his work as an audio engineer; his specialty is mastering, which he has done for the likes of Sufjan Stevens, Gabriel Kahane, and the Mynabirds, among many dozens of others. He has at long last put himself back in front of the microphone; “Make It Rhyme” is from the album Songs of Pain and Leisure, which was released this month on Graveface Records. MP3 via Magnet Magazine.

Free and legal MP3: New God (melodic grandeur in rough-edged package)

Brian Wilson goes lo-fi; what is lacking here in polish is made up for with melodic grandeur.

New God

“Motorcar” – New God

“Motorcar” is brief, slightly undeveloped, and rough-edged—but convincing where it counts, with its luminous, 16-measure melody and those Beach Boys-go-to-(lo-fi-)heaven harmonies. Those of you with an aversion to electronic percussion may want to sit this one out, but me, I can overlook some sonic crudeness in service of melodic grandeur. The chords are the classic I-IV-V chords but something majestic is achieved through how they are manipulated. In the first eight measures, we alternate between the I and the V chords, no IV chord to be heard, with the melody beginning on the third note of the I chord; we do not in fact hear the root note of a chord until the last note in the melody’s first half (first example at 0:38). This creates a particularly satisfying pivot point and is what allows the melody to double in length. In the second half the elusive IV chord makes its necessary appearance (your ear required it, whether you realized it or not), and at last, as the melody closes out, we get the chords in the “right” order: I-IV-V.

As usual, the theory stuff sounds stilted and dull in written description but for whatever reason I find that knowing how songs work like this adds to my pleasure in listening. Your mileage, as they used to say, may vary. And all that said, “Motorcar” may still sound somewhat more like a demo than a song, and yeah it could maybe stand to offer us more than two chorus-free, bridge-free verses. But every time I go back to this to listen with any kind of “Wait, maybe I don’t like this after all” skepticism, it wins me over anew with its insistent lovableness, rough edges and all.

New God is a brand new band, with zero internet presence. There’s a guy named Kenny Tompkins, from “the foggy mountains of Western Maryland,” there’s a debut album to be released next month on his own label (RARC), and that’s about all there is to report. The band hasn’t played any live dates yet, so Tompkins hasn’t had to decide who’s officially in it at this point. The guy in the picture with him is his brother, Curt, who is either part of the band or who was hanging out with him when the photo was shot (by Lindsey S. Wilson, while we’re naming names). MP3, obviously, via Tompkins. And no worries about the “dropbox” URL, this one’s fully legal.

Free and legal MP3: Caged Animals (bass-driven blend of old & new)

Front man Vincent Cacchione manages to blend a knowing, 21st-century approach to beats and lyrics with a grander vision of popular music, evoking ’50s doo-wop groups as surely as he does anything current.

Caged Animals

“Teflon Heart” – Caged Animals

Okay, so after that, perhaps you’d like to balance things out with a superbly constructed song and a highly disciplined production? No problem. “Teflon Heart” is slinky and deliberate, written with care and performed with controlled New York City cool. I love the way front man Vincent Cacchione manages to blend a knowing, 21st-century approach to beats and lyrics with a grander vision of popular music, evoking ’50s doo-wop groups as surely as he does anything current. His words have hip-hop flair, but the mood is more reflective, the rhythm leisurely, the beat dominated by actual bass playing, the singing hinting at inner ache more than outer bravado:

I know you know I’m not bourgeois
You act like I’m a replica
A ghost inside your retina
That only you can see

Another highlight is Cacchione’s prickly guitar work, offering up almost-but-not-quite dissonant solos in between verses, deconstructing both melody and rhythm as the beat, literally, goes on. And do not overlook the effectiveness of the central metaphor, which might seem too slick for its own good but for the subtext conveyed by the singer’s plaintive conclusion “I want one too,” regarding the teflon heart in question.

Caged Animals began as a solo project for the Brooklyn-based Cacchione but has blossomed into a foursome. “Teflon Heart” is from the album Eat Their Own, released in late September on Lucky Number Music. MP3 via Lucky Number. Thanks to Largehearted Boy for the head’s up.

NOTE: Far sooner than usual, this MP3 has been taken down by the record company, and is no longer available.

Free and legal MP3: 13ghosts (gripping musical and lyrical narrative)

It’s the not-unfamiliar patient-talking-to-his-doctor motif but we are a long way here from “Doctor, doctor, can’t you see I’m burning, burning.”

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“Dr. Bill” – 13ghosts

It’s the not-unfamiliar patient-talking-to-his-doctor motif but we are a long way here from “Doctor, doctor/Can’t you see I’m burning, burning.” “Dr. Bill” oozes depth and power, thanks to some killer guitar work and a splendid fusion of lyrical and musical momentum. There is no chorus; there is even the feeling of being no melody, as singer Brad Armstrong creates the illusion that he’s merely talking. But this is purposeful deception, belied by the song’s careful, eloquent chord sequence, striking lyrics, and the melancholy descent traced by Armstrong’s voice in the first four lyrical lines. Note the lyrics themselves seem more like sentences than verses. He’s singing, he just doesn’t want you to realize it. As the song cranks up the intensity, the subtle melody begins turning upward.

Uneasiness weaves itself through the fabric of the song. You can hear it in the recurring chord change that launches the intro and likewise begins each lyrical line to follow—that shift from an opening minor chord to an unforeseen, unrelated major chord. From there we are taken through a progression featuring more major than minor chords but the underlying sense is disturbed—we’re feeling minor, even through the major changes—and it was set up by the opening gambit. The chords themselves unfold like a narrative, which reinforces a story that escalates both in the lyrics and in the subtext, as we learn perhaps as much about the patient/narrator via what he doesn’t say as from what he does. The way internal rhyme juxtaposes with a lack of end rhyme adds to the song’s ambivalent drive. A character seeking help while insisting he’s all right: what does this say about life for the majority of us, who do not seek help even as we sense that maybe we’re not all right? A strong and haunting song, this one. You could also spend a few listens concentrating merely on the evolving, fiery guitar accompaniment, but I’ll leave that to you, I’m running long as it is.

The Birmingham, Ala.-based quintet 13ghosts is here returning to Fingertips for a third time; Armstrong also visited for an early Q&A. The band is blessed with two strong singer/songwriters, the other being Buzz Russell, who fronted “Beyond the Door,” a great song that was reviewed here in 2008. They were also featured in 2006 but that song alas is no longer online. “Dr. Bill” is from the band’s album Garland of Bottle Flies, coming next month on Skybucket Records.

Free and legal MP3: Boris (kitchen-sinky chunk of sped-up dream pop)

A kitchen-sinky chunk of sped-up dream pop, “Spoon” is instantly likable even as it presents more to the ear than the ear initially can absorb.

Boris

“Spoon” – Boris

A kitchen-sinky chunk of sped-up dream pop, “Spoon” is instantly likable even as it presents more to the ear than the ear initially can absorb. Which actually isn’t easy to do, I don’t think: package sonic overload into something brisk and immediate.

Here’s maybe the key to how Boris does it: for all the aural exuberance, “Spoon” hews to the conventional verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-verse-chorus design. This is why we can kind of “get” the song even when it’s offering more musical information in any given slice than we can consciously process. There are so many things to listen for here, from intermittent concrete sounds like breaking glass and cracking whips and children’s voices to ongoing threads like the singular rhythm section, which combines a stuttery drumbeat with a fluid, hyperactive bassline. That bursty drum sound does everything it can to break the song into disjointed moments, while the bass works hard to stitch it all together. Throughout, the slightly breathy lead vocal from guitarist Wata gives us something delightful to stay focused on when all else fails.

And never mind the difficult-to-absorb song—Boris itself is a difficult-to-absorb band. Together since 1992, a trio since 1996, this veteran Japanese outfit has a complex history of experimentation and genre-blending and -hopping. (The band has been identified with ambient, doom metal, drone metal, industrial, minimalist, noise rock, and punk, among quite a few others.) Its members all go by single names, which is just as well—slightly less information to process. They tour a lot and are reportedly more well known in North America than they are in Japan, having done things like open for Nine Inch Nails and appear on avant-garde film soundtracks, including one for Jim Jarmusch. The band’s 2006 album Pink was listed among the year’s best by Pitchfork, SPIN, and Blender. “Spoon” is a song from Boris’s new album called (finally, someone did it) New Album. New Album is actually (more complications) the band’s third release of 2011, this one a dream-pop-ish reworking of songs that were on the other two albums, with some new songs as well. MP3 via Pitchfork.

Free and legal MP3: New Shouts (neo-’60s garage-soul, retro-y & proud)

Here we have a splendid garage-soul groove harkening astutely back to the proto-white-boy-soul of a group like the Soul Survivors (best known for “Expressway To Your Heart,” non-coincidentally enough).

New Shouts

“The Reins To Your Heart” – New Shouts

Above and beyond the financial problems introduced by the digital distribution of music, many hands have been wrung over cultural problems unleashed at the same time. A flood of virtual ink has been spilled this year, as an example, on a complaint voiced by the critic Simon Reynolds, in his book Retromania, which among other things is about how the relentless presence of the past, digitally speaking, has led to a state in which we don’t allegedly have a genuine, current-day culture, just an ongoing regurgitation of bygone stylings.

There are so many things that strike me as wrong with this complaint; probably time for an essay. In the meantime, I go back to one of Fingertips’ founding mottoes: listen with your ears, not your mind. The idea that music has to be stylistically “different” is a mental construct. To my ears, music can be different by simply being good. So, is a song like “The Reins To Your Heart” representative of some kind of new, 2010-ish musical style? Not a bit. Does this mean it can’t be good or that we are somehow culturally poorer because the Pittsburgh foursome New Shouts recorded it? Of course not. It’s a good song! Yes, its garage-soul groove harkens back to the proto-white-boy-soul of a group like the Soul Survivors (best known for “Expressway To Your Heart,” non-coincidentally enough). Why can’t a good song sound familiar? Why can’t it remind you of another good song?

To harp on stylistic similarities is to overlook other factors that make music both pleasing and emotionally resonant. I always start with melody, because that’s me. “The Reins To Your Heart” is one of those lucky songs that begins with its hook—a smartly constructed melody (beginning at 0:11, right out of that pleasantly clangy introduction) in which the first half traces a descending B minor chord, the second an ascending A minor chord. Comprised only of the three notes from these two adjacent chords, the melody has a natural swing, running down and up those third intervals, while likewise feeling solid and primal, the aural equivalent of a three-legged stool. And the chorus is no slouch either, affording the song a second and maybe even third hook (this is also one of the those lucky songs with more than one solid hook), via the “Baby, please believe me” segment, with its group lead vocal and classic-soul vibe, leading up to that unerring, off-the-beat response line, “I want you back.” We’ve heard all of this before. So what? It gives me that deep inner smile I get when I know the music is working. Retromania has nothing to tell me, or you, about that.

“The Reins To Your Heart” is the lead track from New Shouts’ first non-single release, the seven-song EP Sing New Shouts, which was self-released in September via Bandcamp.

Does Genuine Curation Stand a Chance?

The idea of curating content online is a potentially ideal way to cope with the chaos of online information. But is curation, properly executed, too idiosyncratic a pursuit for a medium addicted to quantitative measurements?

Officially 20 years old this fall, the World Wide Web remains a tenaciously chaotic place—a bottomless pool of electronic information, presented in a linked-together, more-is-better format. Anarchy, in motion, without end. Sometimes it’s fun. Sometimes it induces a kind of information vertigo.

The web’s intrinsic chaos is cultivated by the medium’s three signature characteristics: its interactivity, its accessibility, and its effectually infinite size. Every individual web user is at any moment, instantly, a potential web contributor; there are few if any gatekeepers to block the way; and there’s no space to run out of. (Most efforts to organize physical space arise, after all, in response to space constraints.)

This place is so chaotic that efforts to contain chaos online often end up adding to it. A case in point is the MP3 blog.

MP3 blogs blossomed in the early to mid ’00s to filter the music the web was propagating, legally or otherwise. Before long there were so many blogs that sorting through them was hardly easier than sorting through the music itself.

One prominent attempt to tame this chaos was the rise of so-called “aggregator” sites such as The Hype Machine, Elbo.ws, and, more recently, Shuffler.fm, which gather the music offered on blogs into one place. These are valuable sites to be sure, providing a variety of effective filters through which to approach the chaos of online music. But in the end, aggregation necessarily reflects the underlying anarchy of the information being aggregated.

Half of infinity, after all, is still infinity.

More recently a new strategy—or, at least, buzzword—has captivated the pundit class. The idea/buzzword is curation. In May of 2010, Wired, in full prophet mode, welcomed us to the so-called “Age of Curation,” predicting an imminent day when the parade of links, sites, apps, comments, songs, photos, videos, feeds, and more, that vie for attention on our screens are rendered manageable by, yes, curation.

The article was unconvincing, beginning with the fact that it never really told us what curation is, or should be, beyond the vague idea that it entails narrowing down from too many choices. (Gee, thanks.) But if we stop to define what it means to curate online, we can see that the idea has merit as a potential antidote to the web’s innate chaos.


What curating is

So, a definition: curating is the purposeful selection of a small number of items from a large array of choices, presented in an informed and informative manner.

Slight expansion of definition: the curator aims to create a contained and meaningful experience for visitors via his or her expertise.

Right away the allure in the anarchic online space is clear, at least to me. A contained and meaningful experience? Knowledgeable narrowing down to a manageable number of selections? Bring it on.

The verb “curate” is a relatively recent coinage, deriving from the function of being a curator, which has traditionally been associated with someone who puts art exhibits together for museums. Despite some huffing and puffing from the curator community, the word is not owned by PhDs in art history. If you are using your expertise and aesthetic sense to sort through a large number of somethings, whatever they may be, and are offering up a narrow selection, complete with some context and explanation, you are curating.

And yet I don’t think that honest-to-goodness curating is what the buzzword folks are buzzing about. Curation is being rapidly transformed into another meaningless bit of jargon for venture capitalists to toss around in pursuit of the next lottery winner temporarily masquerading as a business enterprise. Encouraging everyone from stay-at-home parent bloggers to companies with global brand recognition to engage in “content curation,” via a series of bullet-pointed action steps, assisted by specialized software and credentialed consultants, borders on parody.

In the name of curation, what I see being ballyhooed are schemes and short-cuts to maximize page views. There’s nothing (necessarily) wrong with that but it’s not curating, it’s business as usual.

Posts like “Content Curation in 13 Minutes a Day,” however well-intentioned, are just silly. The web’s abiding chaos is the result of speed and quantity; any curation effort emphasizing speed and quantity is more of the problem rather than any kind of solution.


Curating is not just filtering

An obvious difference between filtering (or editing, or aggregating, both of which are different words for filtering) and curating is that filterers still end up offering large numbers of items to sort through. Curators must keep selections to a rigorous minimum. One long-running model is the site Very Short List, which selects but one thing a day to inform you about.

Or then there’s the granddaddy of curating sites, Arts & Letters Daily, which gives us three annotated links a day. The site looks to be a jumble but has a rigorous (if idiosyncratic) structure, with new material added to the top, older material dropping downward.

The difference between filtering and curating is, however, more than quantitative. A curator aims to present web content in a manner that removes it from the medium’s inherent endlessness as well as its relentless robotic-ness. This can be done only with the care and attention of an individual intelligence. A curator, alive to context and nuance, has a voice, a sensibility, a vibe; there is something inherently idiosyncratic about curating.

As such, curating cannot, by definition, be done by algorithm or formula. Algorithms and formulas are terrific at filtering, but lack the nuance required for curating.

Likewise, curating cannot be democratized; it is not about voting and polling and telling us what’s most popular.

Curation succeeds because it’s one activity in this vast, automated medium in which an individual human being must intervene. Even if you could invent a robotic curator, which does everything a human could do, it fails at curating because as a human user, you want and need the connection to another human being in this particular function. To curate is to perform an act of human intelligence on behalf of other humans.

But, as such, curation may be doomed to failure. Because as much as the web wants and needs curation content-wise, it tends to defeat curation efforts structure-wise. The medium’s insatiable addiction to quantitative measurement tends to overpower the curator’s modus operandi.


Visibility versus idiosyncrasy

We all know that to succeed, web sites require visibility. Visibility demands the dogged pursuit of page views. The pursuit of page views requires a strategy maximizing both search engine placement and, for lack of a better word, buzzability. That is to say, a web site raises its profile by offering content that people are already looking for.

MP3 blogs have always known this, which is why buzz bands gain such momentum—once a band is trending popular, blogs seeking more visitors go out of their way to post songs by said band, knowing that the band’s fans will find their way to the blog.

Visibility furthermore demands more linkage and more options than a site that’s legitimately curating should be offering. (Links improve search engine standing; options increase “stickiness”—i.e., time spent per visit.)

True curation, as a result, often keeps a web site effectively invisible, since the curator is using only his or her knowledge and aesthetic sense to guide the content, not SEO tricks or buzz-factor arm-waving.

I speak from experience. Fingertips, curating free and legal music since 2003, has a small following, but remains undetectable to the web’s masses. And I am not alone. There are any number of other honest-to-goodness music curators out here, most likewise toiling in obscurity.

Which is a shame. Not just because I would love to share the music here with more people—it’s a shame because music in particular is ideally suited for curation.

That’s all radio ever was, back in rock radio’s heyday. The original free-form FM DJs were marvelous curators. And although no one would have thought to pinpoint this back then, radio was blessed with an effective curation tool we now call “real time.” On the radio, there’s no way to offer 20 or 40 or 60 songs simultaneously and then say “Okay, you sort through them.”


So where are the curators?

Meanwhile, the web’s most visible music blogs are by and large filterers—they have too many posts, too many songs, too many other distractions on the page to be considered curators. They seek to offer as much as they can either because they aim to succeed as advertising vehicles or just because they’re caught in the more-is-better mindset that generally afflicts web sites.

An undue number of smaller blogs likewise do not curate effectively. They post too often, they offer lists of songs without context, they recycle press releases, they clutter things with small print and action options, they do not communicate effectively, they do not display a wide enough range of knowledge to be trustworthy—and on and on it goes.

Some bloggers post too infrequently to be good curators, which is an opposite problem, but still a problem; and many simply haven’t been online long enough to have a track record. A good curator is a regular presence, a consistent resource, an established authority.

This is not to say that all music bloggers are supposed to be curators. There are plenty who don’t want or need to be doing that. And then there’s the question of how many people out there, music fans or otherwise, actually want things curated for them. Perhaps we’ve trained a generation of people to be so focused on what they themselves are sharing that they care not for what anyone else is sharing, however knowledgeably.

And yet, even so, talented and effective music curators are out there. (Less good news, from my perspective, is that most of them do not limit themselves to free and legal MP3s, but I’ll overlook that problem for this particular essay.)

A handful of higher-profile bloggers are successful curators, including Matthew Perpetua (whose Fluxblog, started in 2002, claims credit as the very first MP3 blog) and Heather Browne (of I Am Fuel, Your Are Friends), along with the imaginative and literary crew behind Said the Gramophone.

Each of these blogs has its curatorial quirks. But among the “elite” music blogs, these are three that are curating more effectively than most.

Beyond that, curators tend to be lost among the much larger number of low-profile blogs that persist as a background hum on the 21st-century music scene. And now we get back to the visibility problem. How many talented music curators exist among the web’s thousands of blogs is anyone’s guess.

The only thing certain is that none is getting all that much attention. Chaos, pretty much, yet reigns.


And then do we curate the curators?

Although hang on a second. Let’s imagine that true music curation catches on, and good curators become more visible. Does this help?

Or, if the world is convinced to desire the services of curators, do the curators themselves become impossible to sort through? If you then have to “curate the curators,” this seems to take us down an absurd road.

Or maybe not. Maybe when the end point is a place of curation, the sense of information vertigo that so easily sets in online is relieved. Because the vertiginous sensation relates, I think, to the sense of endless trap doors opening everywhere you go—each new site opening onto countless other sites, offering countless other links.

A good curator offers a kind of conclusion, or at least an oasis. You’ve arrived in the hands of someone who just wants to show you a few things, and have you pay attention to them. Items on display are there for their own thing-iness, so to speak. If a music curator is sharing a song, it’s that song, at that moment. It’s not the band’s whole catalog, it’s not the 35 other bands that people who like that band also like.

In the curatorial context, if only for a short time, the linking stops. The vain, mindless sharing of everything stops. Your attention is directed to one thing at a time. Not everyone may want or need this, but the cultural history of the human race to date tells me that occasional focus and attention paid is a good thing, even a necessary thing. I, for one, will keep at it.


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In addition to any comments you might have about the essay, I would love it if you used the comment space to post the names of blogs and/or web sites that you feel are doing a good job curating music, in alignment with the definition laid out above.

Free and legal MP3: Vadoinmessico

Easy-going assurance

Vadoinmessico

“Teeo” – Vadoinmessico

An Italian, a Mexican, and an Austrian walk into a bar…well, okay, not a bar, but a music school, in London. And so this is not the beginning of a joke but the beginning of the band Vadoinmessico, a multi-national quintet that remains based in the UK. And you can really hear the non-English-speaking sensibility here, even as front man Giorgio Poti (the aforementioned Italian) sings in English. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s something in either the vibe, at once relaxed and kinetic, or the instrumental mix (note the lack of a rock-style drum kit), or both, that feels like nothing a purely American or British band would create or deliver.

And wow I’ve been bumping into these songs with banjos and/or pedal steel guitars in them lately and here’s another one, this time with both, and if some blogger somewhere calls this a country song I shall emit an electronic scream. Vadoinmessico offers up the self-description of “mediterranean alternative folk,” and sure, why not? I love the easy-going assurance of the melody, which is at once amorphous and ear-grabbing. There’s not a clear hook, there’s no immediately obvious verse/chorus division, and what does in the end amount to the chorus (heard just twice, the first time from 1:00 to 1:15) slips by without fuss and without resolution. What’s more, the verses themselves are hard to differentiate, and seem to center upon a repeated melody that is launched off the second beat of the measure with a string of repeated notes. The wonderful allure of the piece has first of all to do with the slight variations this melody undergoes after the consistency of the opening two measures, and then to do with the cumulative, almost hypnotic effect of this not-quite-repetition.

Note in particular the new melodic upturn we hear first at around 1:17, with a match at 1:25. We take it in as pleasant enough at that point, but when this particular variation returns as Poti sings (2:38) “Everybody please wait for me here by the river,” with the half-step ascent on the words “here by the,” we seem somehow to have arrived at the muted epicenter of the song. It feels like a payoff as long as you don’t concentrate too much, like something you can see only with peripheral vision.

“Teeo” is the third single released by the band, which has yet to put out an official album or EP.

Free and legal MP3: Shelby Earl

Sad, strong, slowly swinging

Shelby Earl

“Under Evergreen” – Shelby Earl

Some songs, to paraphrase William Shakespeare (badly), are born great; others have greatness thrust upon them. “Under Evergreen” as a song is simple and torchy, a song to fade into the background or rise to the foreground based less on its intrinsic qualities than on the strength and spirit the singer brings to it.

Earl enters the piece on her own, singing the words “I look around” before the instruments begin playing. This itself is a wonderful, subtle statement, alerting us before we can fully register it that we are dealing with a singer of arresting power and poise. And let’s hear it for how poise tempers power; while “X Factor” histrionics on the one hand and runaway robotics on the other have overrun pop singing at the mass-market level, Earl single-handedly confirms the heart-breaking effect of vocal strength and tone when used with discipline and without fetishistic techno-fads. She is a new singer/songwriter who sounds like an old one. I mean that in the best of ways. (Even her god-given name sounds like an old singer/songwriter.) Under her guidance, “Under Evergreen” becomes three minutes and forty-three seconds of sad, strong, slowly swinging greatness.

The song is part of Earl’s debut album, Burn the Boats, set for release at the beginning of November on Local 638 Records, the Seattle-based label owned by Rachel Flotard. Earl by the way spent many years working at relatively high-level music-industry day jobs, trying to get the musician thing going at night. Late in 2009, she made the leap, working as a waitress to pay the rent but otherwise focusing on following her musical bliss. Lord knows how this will work out for her as a lifestyle decision but as an artistic decision it was a no-brainer. I’ve been listening to the whole album and she is without question the real thing.