Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Talking Heads - Remain in Light


★★★★★ Tracks:
Crosseyed and Painless
The Great Curve
Once in a Lifetime





When I play a Talking Heads record I inevitably think about how awesome it would have been to have been around during the CBGB heydays of the late 70’s. It was probably an intimidating scene, with a crowd made up mostly of social outcasts hoping to catch a glimpse of punk rock pioneers like the Ramones or Television or Patti Smith or Blondie (wow). With their business-casual attire and pretentious, artsy demeanor, the Heads must have been the oddballs of the bunch. They probably fit in much better with the white-collared Manhattanites surrounding them. Furthering the image, David Byrne’s nervous, edgy, even chaotic, vocal style makes him sound incredibly smart, but incredibly strange, as if his brain holds more information than one brain can capably handle. He sounds like what I imagine the late 70’s and early 80’s represented in general; it was the dawn of sensory overload. And while most of the CBGB crew were busy revolting against the changing times, the Heads and the music they created appeared to embrace the epoch of green-screened computers, fast-paced financial activity on Wall Street, and car-polluted freeways surrounding it. Perhaps though, the group was simply approaching the revolt in a different manner.

The first Heads song I heard was “Once in a Lifetime.” The video, one that got heavy MTV circulation even into the late 80’s, in a lot of ways introduces the audience to what the band is all about: the Heads’ frontman, a well-dressed David Byrne massaging his ego and exercising his creative control over the band, is the only member of the group to appear; it uses cutting edge analog and video effects for the time; the music is rhythmic and percussive but monotonous in melody; and Byrne’s vocals sound like an anxious stream of consciousness, a consciousness perplexed by the speed of which life can pass one by.


Ironically Remain in Light wasn’t recorded in the urban sprawls of America, but on the tropical shores of the Bahamas. Married and gaining success from their music, drummer, Chris Frantz, and bassist, Tina Weymouth, purchased an apartment in Nassau, where they quickly gained a fascination for Caribbean and African music. Byrne came down to visit the band soon after the purchase and they immediately began working on their next album, with the idea of heavily incorporating Afro beats, polyrhythmics, and reggae into the record. The finishing product remains true to the process. Every song here is uninflected in melodic structure, as the chord progressions never change throughout each song, but the rhythms are deep in multilayered percussion, and the songs build in strength as more instruments are gradually layered on top of one another. Phenom producer Brian Eno has a lot to do with this, as they essentially used a copy+paste method of recording loops and layers from the band's long studio jam sessions, but remember, this was before we had the convenience of digital music editors. A new method of recording music had been born and no one knew it yet. Always inspired by soul, the Talking Heads were now featuring the building blocks to rap and hip-hop in their music, and even though it took a trip to the Bahamas to inspire the group’s new approach, back in their hometown of New York City hip hop was already beginning to thrive. Perhaps some of this is pure coincidence, but Remain in Light nonetheless showcases how well their music epitomized the time.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Walkmen - Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me is Gone

Release Date: March 26, 2002

★★★★★ Tracks:

Wake Up

French Vacation

We've Been Had



Hands down Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me is Gone wins coolest fucking album cover of the millennium so far -- a timeless photograph of late 19th century tough as nails, New York City newsboys. The record is pretty damn good, too.

I first heard the Walkmen through what is probably their most popular single, released a few years after this record, “The Rat." An immediately catchy and engaging song, it actually left me somewhat disappointed by most of the Walkmen I sampled thereafter. But after giving their records a few more chances I realized it was only because I was impatient, seeking the immediate gratification "The Rat" offered upon introduction. Once I learned that’s not what the Walkmen were all about, I was much better off.

Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me is Gone reveals itself slowly, as stronger tracks like “French Vacation" and “Wake Up” take a minimalist approach to instrumentation which could give off the illusion of being dull initially, but rewards for repeated listens. By constructing their own studio, carefully choosing their instruments and production style, the Walkmen create a uniquely eerie, classic rock'n'roll feel which allows plenty of space for the music to breathe. Most of the tracks expand their atmospheres as they further develop, dominated by an old-fashioned stand-up piano and Paul Maroon’s classic rock’n’roll guitar sound, probably compliments of a Gibson ES-135 or similar-style Back to the Future hollow-bodied guitar.

The best track is "We've Been Had," a song featured in a Saturn commercial, Hamilton Leithauser sings about the hardships of post-college life, and most likely more specifically moving to New York after school to try and pursue a music career -- something most of us NY transplants can relate to. A beautiful piano line accompanies him along for the ride.

"See me age 19 with some dumb haircut
From 1960 moving to New York City
Live with my friends there
We're all taking the same steps
They're foolish now"





Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Wu-Tang Clan - Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

Release Date: November 9, 1993

★★★★★ Tracks:

Bring Da Ruckus
Shame on a Nigga
Can It Be All So Simple
C.R.E.A.M.
Protect Ya Neck




"Bring da mothafuckin' ruckus! Brind da motha, bring da mothafuckin' ruckus!" Damn, that shit is so awesome. From twenty seconds in, all the way until the end, 36 Chambers has me banging my head. My friend and I we're just talking about the Wu the other night, in knowing I was writing about them for my upcoming post I asked him, "How the hell did they come up with this?" We couldn't say for sure, but the genius (not to be confused with the GZA) behind most of 36 Chambers' themes and production is the RZA. By combining his love for kung-fu movies, his influences of soul and hip-hop, and getting "with a sick ass click and goin' all out," the RZA and the Wu-Tang Clan created one of my favorite albums of all time.

36 Chambers was the soundtrack to my sophomore year in high school -- a time when I began to run with the wrong kids, and do some things I could no longer tell my parents about. I'd grow out of it pretty quickly, but this album would always stick with me. Previous to being introduced to the Wu-Tang Clan, all I was listening to was power-chord punk rock; I was immature and wanted nothing to do with any music loved by the masses. But meanwhile, the only records my new buddies would be blasting in their cars, on their porches and in their garages were from the Wu-Tang Clan. Damn was I annoyed hearing this shit over and over and over again. I mean, I didn't even like hip hop. Why couldn't I sneak a NOFX or Screeching Weasel record in to the rotation every once in a while? And what made it all the more irritating is they thought they were living it. Sure, they were dealing and doing some drugs, siphoning gas (they couldn't afford to fill their tanks), tagging buildings...but they weren't initiating drive-bys or stealing wallets!

Still, the more I hung with my pals, the more I was force-fed 36 Chambers, and the more I realized how amazing it was. The first thing I warmed up to were the beats: they're heavy, raw, minimal, and dark, giving the listener a sonic visualization of the New York streets of which most the lyrics revolve around. Mixed with the strange kung fu sound effects, and awesome soul samples, I realized I was listening to something completely unique. With my ears now opened up to the sound, I began nodding my head in unison with my friends, and I began to pay closer attention to the lyrics: often a socio-history to the rough side of New York City in the 80's and 90's.

"I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side.
Staying alive was no jive.
At second hands, moms bounced on old men.
So then we moved to Shaolin land.
A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose.
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot.
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one.
And that one, pullin out gats for fun.
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend.
Started smokin woolies at sixteen.
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes.
Making my way on fire escapes.
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed.
The combination made my eyes bleed.
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all.
Sticking up white boys in ball courts.
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater.
Times is ruff and tuff like leather.
Figured out I went the wrong route.
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out.
Catchin keys from across seas.
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's.
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine.
Ch-chick-POW! Move from the gate now."





Sure, 36 Chambers has it's fair share of "you can't even touch my skills" moments, which has always been emphasized throughout the genre's history, but the Wu-Tang do it with a style unmatched by others:

"The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical.
Fuckin wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle.
on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald.
I gamed Ella, the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow.
Cuz the ho didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow.
and shine shine shine like gold mine.
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine.
Pass the bone, kid pass the bone.
Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA.
One who just represent the Wu-Tang click.
With the game and soul, of an old school flick."


And the humor is something completely unique up to that point, most often delivered in the form of Ol' Dirty Bastard:

"Yo...!
I come with that ol' loco.
Style from my vocal.
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focals.
I'm no joker! Play me as a joker.
Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya!
Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway.
Be like, 'Warriors! Come out and play-yay!'
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea.
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea.
Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers.
So I can get fzza-funky for yah.
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH!
Here comes the Tiger verse Crane!
Ow, be like wild with my style.
Punk! You playing me, chump, you get dumped!
WU! Is comin' through! At a theatre near you!
And get funk like a shoe!
What?!"




Sometimes an album transcends genre. At a time when I wouldn't even consider anything other than rock'n'roll, Wu-Tang Clan opened my ears to a world of music. Not only did I begin listening to a lot of hip hop, but I began seeking out all that great soul music the Wu, and other rap groups I was listening to, we're sampling. There are a couple of current hip hop artists I like, but nothing compares to the the golden age of the 90's. And for my money, no one compares to the Wu-Tang Clan. Easily my favorite rap group, 36 Chambers just misses first place as my favorite hip hop album of all time, being edged out by one of the member's solo records. It turns out my pot-smoking pals we're on to something, and while most of the punk rock I was listening to from the 90's fell to the wayside, Wu-Tang's 36 Chambers remains timeless.




Here's a great review of Wu's newest release, Wu-Massacre. By M.W. Holden.