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SXSW 2009 Preview: Part One

To prep for the 2009 South By Southwest music festival in, I’m arming myself with a list of the groups performing and an active Internet connection with the goal of listening to top tracks from as many bands as possible and offering my impressions here.

The reactions will be quick and dirty, reflecting my own musical taste and ignorance, but if they save me or anyone else from accidentally sitting through a performance of Hey, How’s Your News, then they will be worth it.

Akron/Family

They are: A New York City–based folkie band with drums, guitar and bass.

Sounds like: Mostly Iron and Wine, with maybe a little stripped-down, unfrenzied Dirty Horse thrown in.

The tracks (Rhapsody):

Afford
A dreamy lament, with picked guitar, light cymbal taps and a little steel-guitar drone to close her out.

…are those cricket sounds and bird calls?

Yep, they are.

Untitled
Well, it’s a hidden track, so it starts with the obligatory two minutes of silence (thanks, guys!). The track itself is leisurely, unspooling string arrangements and clean electric rambles over a strummed acoustic timekeeper. It’s nice, and sad, and quiet.

Before and Again

Kicks off with a bright, picked acoustic pattern and moves into hummed vocals, electric beeps and a little tin whistle. It spins a thin, delicate, beautiful thread before closing with an upbeat bongo jam.

The Verdict: Unrushed and melodic, the band gives each component of its sound room to breathe and be heard. It’s headphone music, songs you need to surround yourself with—tunes that might make you close your eyes and daydream for a while. It’s a great sound—I want to listen to more—but it seems best suited to a small, hushed venue.

Anni Rossi

They are: “From Minnesota via Los Angeles and now based in Chicago, twenty-three year old Anni is an exciting prospect. Having been classically trained since aged three, Anni is an accomplished multi-instrumentalist and has been performing as a solo artist for the past few years.

Sounds like: A slightly squawky Alanis Morrisette with a violin

The tracks (Rhapsody):

Machine
A plucked violin provides the push for the track, with Rossi offering breathy, trilled vocals. The backing sounds like something Andrew Bird would record in his bedroom, but the singing is too slippery for its own good.

Ecology
A Vegas lounge swing on organ in punctuated with a bassoon and stiff snare beats. The lyrics quiver, but you just want them to hold still.

Venice
Kicks off with a nice woodwind/drum groove, which alternates with a rough, swelling string country waltz. The end goes uptempo over a frenzied violin pattern

The Verdict: It’s a bit punk rock, but the vocals are more grating than attention-grabbing. Andrew Bird has nothing to worry about.

Department of Eagles

They are: A band fronted by the lead singer of Grizzly Bear and his college roommate, who retained the itch for music after many years in an office job, giving hope to schlubs everywhere (or at least schlubs with former college roommates in successful bands…step to it, guys!)

Sounds like: Nice, high and soothing…My Morning Jacket meets Of Montreal? (Pre sex-soul explosion for both)

The tracks (Department of Eagles web site):

No One Does It Like You
The tune marches along with a dreamy strut. Strong lead vocals, falsetto backups and a steady lead make for a nice, Gorrilaz-esque track.

In Ear Park
Opens with a range of rippling acoustic patterns that cede to a dreamy, wavering vocal. Evocative and soothing.

Phantom Other
Another acoustic track, one that makes gorgeous use of vocal overlays. It’s still light, with a more conventional drum backing, but there are a lot of interesting sounds in the margins.

The Verdict:Great production and a polished sound. They might be a little soft for a live setting, but they could also unleash some fuzzy firepower. An intriguing band.

Lester Bangs on Fun House

To commemorate the passing of Stooges guitarist Ron Asheton, here’s a link to Lester Bangs’ very, very long Creem review of the Stooges Fun House: “Of Pop and Pies and Fun.”

It’s an interesting read, if tinged with the mania of the man and his times. Bangs presents the Stooges as authentics, aware of the self-parody of rock-star godhood, with Iggy serving their monster in the middle. He also riffs on them being the first band to formed before they really knew how to play, highlighting the freedom that ignorance unleashed on their music.

But the Stooges are one band that does have the strength to meet any audience on its own terms, no matter what manner of devilish bullshit that audience might think up (although they are usually too cowed by Ig’s psychically pugnacious assertiveness to do anything but gape and cringe slightly, snickering later on the drive home). Iggy is like a matador baiting the vast dark hydra sitting afront him—he enters the audience frequently to see what’s what and even from the stage his eyes reach out searingly, sweeping the joint and singling out startled strangers who’re seldom able to stare him down. It’s your stage as well as his and if you can take it away from him why, welcome to it. But the Kind of the Mountain must maintain the pace, and the authority, and few can. In this sense Ig is a true star of the most incredible kind—he has won that stage, and nothing but the force of his own presence entitles him to it.

Here’s this smug post-hippie audience, supposedly so loose, liberated, righteous and ravenous, the anarchic terror of middle Amerikan insomnia. These are the folks that’re always saying: “Someday, somebody’s gonna just bust that fucked up punk right in the chops!” And how many times have you heard people say of bands: “Man, what a shuck! I could get up there and cut that shit.”

Well, here’s your chance. The Stooge act is wide open. Do your worst, People, falsify Iggy and the Stooges, get your kicks and biffs. It’s your night!

Seeing the Stooges at South by Southwest in 2007 was a thrill—perhaps the most exciting show I’ve been to. Fun House ranks as one of the top rock albums of all time, ripping its way through “T.V. Eye,” “1970” and “Dirt.” And Ron Asheton was a big part of their sound, pushing the band forward with a mean, unforgettable fuzzed-out tone. He will be missed.

Update: Mark Deming of Allmusic.com has a great write-up as well, “Real Cool Time,” focusing specifically on Asheton.

A (Very Late) Pitchfork Recap

Some three weeks after the excellent music festival ended, I’ve compiled a list of bands to check out based on my three days in Chicago’s Union Park. Luckily, good music is timeless.

If you like: Big, dumb garage rock, complete with shouted titles and Ramones-esque buzzsawing

Check out: Jay Reatard (or, as I always preface it in my head, the unfortunately named Jay Reatard

If you like: Mellow guitar runs and beautiful multi-part harmonies, a la the Dead or CSN

Check out: The Fleet Foxes

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South By Southwest 2008 Recap

South By Southwest 2008 was a strong year: we saw 20 bands in three days and far more hits than misses. Here’s a quick alphabetical scorecard, highlighting bands to seek out and acts you can safely skip.

Check Them Out

The Airborne Toxic Event
We decided to check them out (see my agonizing in a previous blog post), and they were a lot of fun, with tuneful, catchy hooks—sort of a mix of the Arctic Monkeys and Ted Leo and the Pharmacists. Concerns about the singer’s voice weren’t alleviated—it was raspy as hell, but he also seemed to be swigging green tea throughout the show, so who knows if he was sick. My friends were a little put off by some excessive stage-grabbing—jumping on the amps, the guitarists leaning soulfully on one another as they solo—but they’re trying to get signed, so I cut them some slack.

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South By Southwest Preview, Part 5

SXSW 2008 Preview

To prep for the 2008 South By Southwest music festival in, I’m arming myself with an alphabetical list of the groups performing and an active Internet connection with the goal of listening to top tracks from as many bands as possible and offering my impressions here.

The reactions will be quick and dirty, reflecting my own musical taste and ignorance, but if they save me or anyone else from accidentally sitting through a performance of Hey, How’s Your News, then they will be worth it.

Continue reading South By Southwest Preview, Part 5