Archive for January 2, 2003

today’s work

Saeta
Resign to ideal
Fish the Cat

Just when I thought emo rock couldn’t get anymore depressing Saeta brings a whole new low to the genre. While depression is easy to come by, music this low is hard to produce. Terse and only occasionally uplifting, Saeta doesn’t go for the pleasant melancholy of Death Cab, instead espousing horrible things at work. These aren’t songs of heartbreak, but horror-struck odes centering in the low parts of symphonic scores like Leonard Cohen. “To Fear You Return,” and “Will It Ever Be,” are the lowest this group achieves with orchestral elegance swelling to minimal acoustics. The filler interspersed is chamber ensemble movements powered by Matt Menovvik’s styled vocals and backed by Lesli Wood’s intercessions. Menovcik’s vocals are comparable to Tom Waits and J. Mascis taking the grunge of both to piano odes. He presents a new strain of emo vocalist, losing Tom’s hopeful approach, and replacing the bitterness of Mascis with resignation. The band is dominated not by guitars, but by Lesli’s piano, cello, and violin. In many ways this is more move strings than pop rock. Don’t get me wrong about Seata, this is a good album from a great band. However it’s an experience comparable to getting a letter of worry from far away. It’s the tension they create, the unbelievable levels of melodrama those piano and violins pump out that make them stand out from the rest of the emo pack.
– Andrew Jones

Wauvenfold
3 Fold
Tigerstyle Records/ Wichita Records

Holy shit man this is really good. It’s a collection of three E.P.s and could be seen as period pieces charting a band that’s kept pace with the IDM herd. When those slow pastoral organ pieces get old Wauvenfold throws a little funk in, then they fucking rock with some way cool drum programming and truly ludicrous basslines. A well thought out, composed, and clever album of electronica that deserves your attention. Your not gonna go home and throw out all your previous stuff, because this isn’t the new sound, but it’s a great combination of things past given just enough update to make it still kick with the neo, post, whatever electronica cats coming out these days.
“Podunk,” begins in a sterile ambience that garners into some funky clip-hops merging into spastic but mid-tempo breaks. “Stab,” is just bad ass bass lines looping to drill and bass drums, yet has some quirky melodies that make it more than just robotic exercises in sound. “Fumble Fibre,” is the “Donkey Rhubarb,” of this album, a silly little ditty about god knows what. My only gripe is that Wauvenfold is a little to keyboard fretishy. Every song is reliant on beat machines and keys to carry it through. Their inventive enough to make this minimal amount of gear work, but not varied enough in tone to keep the album from getting stale. Best experience as a series of brilliant singles than an entire album, Wauvenfold is breathing virtuosity into the classic tales of the Warp era.
– Andrew Jones

went by Stardust and picked up Pootie Tang. Funny. One off setting comment. I do not look like Michael Stipe, maybe Thomas Brinkman though.. you fucka… ahh… so much to do..

Have Fun,
A

January 2, 2003 at 11:22 pm Leave a comment

today’s work

Saeta
Resign to ideal
Fish the Cat

Just when I thought emo rock couldn’t get anymore depressing Saeta brings a whole new low to the genre. While depression is easy to come by, music this low is hard to produce. Terse and only occasionally uplifting, Saeta doesn’t go for the pleasant melancholy of Death Cab, instead espousing horrible things at work. These aren’t songs of heartbreak, but horror-struck odes centering in the low parts of symphonic scores like Leonard Cohen. “To Fear You Return,” and “Will It Ever Be,” are the lowest this group achieves with orchestral elegance swelling to minimal acoustics. The filler interspersed is chamber ensemble movements powered by Matt Menovvik’s styled vocals and backed by Lesli Wood’s intercessions. Menovcik’s vocals are comparable to Tom Waits and J. Mascis taking the grunge of both to piano odes. He presents a new strain of emo vocalist, losing Tom’s hopeful approach, and replacing the bitterness of Mascis with resignation. The band is dominated not by guitars, but by Lesli’s piano, cello, and violin. In many ways this is more move strings than pop rock. Don’t get me wrong about Seata, this is a good album from a great band. However it’s an experience comparable to getting a letter of worry from far away. It’s the tension they create, the unbelievable levels of melodrama those piano and violins pump out that make them stand out from the rest of the emo pack.
– Andrew Jones

Wauvenfold
3 Fold
Tigerstyle Records/ Wichita Records

Holy shit man this is really good. It’s a collection of three E.P.s and could be seen as period pieces charting a band that’s kept pace with the IDM herd. When those slow pastoral organ pieces get old Wauvenfold throws a little funk in, then they fucking rock with some way cool drum programming and truly ludicrous basslines. A well thought out, composed, and clever album of electronica that deserves your attention. Your not gonna go home and throw out all your previous stuff, because this isn’t the new sound, but it’s a great combination of things past given just enough update to make it still kick with the neo, post, whatever electronica cats coming out these days.
“Podunk,” begins in a sterile ambience that garners into some funky clip-hops merging into spastic but mid-tempo breaks. “Stab,” is just bad ass bass lines looping to drill and bass drums, yet has some quirky melodies that make it more than just robotic exercises in sound. “Fumble Fibre,” is the “Donkey Rhubarb,” of this album, a silly little ditty about god knows what. My only gripe is that Wauvenfold is a little to keyboard fretishy. Every song is reliant on beat machines and keys to carry it through. Their inventive enough to make this minimal amount of gear work, but not varied enough in tone to keep the album from getting stale. Best experience as a series of brilliant singles than an entire album, Wauvenfold is breathing virtuosity into the classic tales of the Warp era.
– Andrew Jones

went by Stardust and picked up Pootie Tang. Funny. One off setting comment. I do not look like Michael Stipe, maybe Thomas Brinkman though.. you fucka… ahh… so much to do..

Have Fun,
A

January 2, 2003 at 11:22 pm Leave a comment


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