Ryan Dillaha - Love Alone ~~ Elephantom - Beautiful Bird

Ryan Dillaha makes it clear before you even open the CD - heart - breaking...hits...

And these honky-tonk-ish waltzes and Americana rustling's hit you right smack dab in the center of that invigorating, cumbersome, whimsical organ behind your rib cage, the one that, when punctured, makes any otherwise rockin' whippoorwill "too blue to fly..."

But as the twanging, shuffling title song suggests, a lonesome-on-lonesome sandwich can often make it right for two lost souls. His resolute nasally warble coos its way through such a relentless relay of eulogies for love; proclamations so poetically pummeling that you may as well be dicing onions while you're out there on your backporch rockin' chair sippin whiskey between gnawed up wheat stalks.

He can take back his sunny days, but hey, those are his, anyway - But that's kinda the point; at least, I feel - as a listener. The greater Detroit area bluegrass songwriter (and Wayne State English instructor) is sort of putting on a clinic of how to craft the ideal heartbreak ballad ~ warmed, if faintly, by the metallic hums and tinny prancing of pedal-steel and mandolins and atmospherically edified by the producing ear of Jim Roll, along with Tim Rios providing harmonic back up vocals and auxillary instrumentation throughout.

The idea migh be something close to~ every song, as he sings, being about one's broken heart. Think about that. If that is the impetus for every ostensible great song - i.e. emotional devastation -and the subsequent search for healing; that, through writing and then singing a song, a hurt soul becomes whole, again? Something like that.

"Detroit City" is the Dilaha song that sticks with me. For me - my heart isn't exactly broken, maybe just a bit numbed, by the disintegration of antiquarian preservation (if even just nostalgia, for the old world). Which is why I'm charmed when Dillaha deals in jukeboxes for his imagery, and talks about how the record player's "needle" will always "find the broken part."

No matter if, "late at night," how "thumping" it gets out there in the city streets, out there on the internet in my case, or out there in the eerie ether of all-powerful iPads, it's still "the radio" ~the comfort of the classics that understands me.

It's possible... "Every song's about your broken heart..."

~




Elephantom, meanwhile, would likely fit that mold as well - a search for catharsis through musical expression ~ their distinction is a considerable range of style and aesthetic.

This up and coming quartet will slide from dreamy acoustic lofters (given an increased vibe of stargazing lullaby with its airy whistling crackled through the choruses)-> straight into a big, booming rock tumbler, girded by whipcracking hooks and sprinkling spacey synthesizers from the ceiling cracks.

Take a listen:


Elephantom - Rocky & Adrian by DC/Milo


It's not that they don't know their sound yet, it's just that they don't have a ...sound. The vocals, even when they're hinting are often bristly, but the steel wool brush is softened by the elegiac beauty of diction, the quintessential melodrama of literate baroque-pop.


Take those melodiously masochistic theatrico-indie-rock composers like maybe a Sunny Day Real Estate or maybe a bit of Bright Eyes - and factor in a whimsy for a smorgasbord of other genres, -a hint of punk, a mashing of rock and a pretty rounding whisk of cursive-lettered folk.

~They have an album release for their latest ^Beautiful Bird, August 11th at the Berkley Front

Camp Out Comp / Nancy Snotra / Odd Future

Last year, pan-Michigan music cultivator and indepdent promoter known as e. hosted a Camp-Out Concert Series in Merrill-MI set Barn called The Last Resort - and it was pretty much what it sounded like, the camp-out part, for both listeners and performers, with a succession of splendid Great Lakes-grown live music.

It was shut-down by police and thereby wrought some considerable legal trevails upon these humble booking agents, who had cultivated unconventional and refreshing musical evenings featuring the songs of Ian Saylor, Alan Scheurmann, UltraMark, Those Transatlantics, Marco Polio & the New Vaccines, Gardens and many many more.

On August 15th, the Camp Out Compliation # 2 will be released, with pre-orders starting on August 5th. (More info here). Stay tuned to Whoa-Rangler site for more info and eventual song streams...

With proceeds going to "free" the original Camp Out organizers and thus secure the future their commendable local music profilgation, it features songs from Shelby Sifers, Tinyfolk, World History, Dick Wolf, Fahri, V.& the Nicotine Machine, The Danny Phantoms, To All My Dear Friends, Matt Giles, Lightning Love, R. Stevie Moore, Jim Cherewick, Edgar Cayce & his Guitar and the Ruggs...

...as well as Grand Rapids/Chicago- electro dance-pop quartet Stepdad (whose Ordinaire EP is out this week, pictured above). Get a visual taste of their live show ~here and read about them in Revue Magazine's "Ten to Watch."

This comp also features Ypsi/Arbor folk auteur Nathan K.

...Nathan, along with Stepdad, perform @ Woodruff's in Ypsilanti tonight - with Detroit's Phantasmagoria and Lettercamp.

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Sunday night @ the Lager House - A bit of stylistic frivolity, sparkled-up-grime and heartfelt pop excursions will echo through the cozy glowing clubhouse vibe of the Lager House. This is the debut of long-rumored artcunt/kunstpunk/bitch band, Nancy Snotra... (likely featuring, at least, Scott Masson of Glossies, Phreddy Wischusen of Golden and filmmaker Katie Barkel...) we'll see... - more info?-here?

Slow Giant, Anonymous and This Piano Plays Itself will also perform.

A taste of atmos-smearic shoe-haze bliss awaits via TPPI's recent album As The House


News Bites (from out there, in the world):

"Goblin" rap growler Tyler, the Creator, the most prominent delegate of the nefariously captivating hip/hop collective--Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All--let slip in a recent interview with the Guardian (UK) the most appetizingly headline hyperbole fuel: incanting, essentially, that his raw, rad, radioactive group were the new Sex Pistols.

"You really should (hear their records)," wrote the Guardian's Paul Lester. "For sustained and diverse brilliance, only the Wu-Tang Clan, with their numerous side projects come close, and even they weren't this precocious (Odd Future are aged 17-23) or prolific."

Murky, menacing, freaky and frank, their music is clearly evocative. The Queitus' John Calvert wrote: "Droog-rap founded on stubborn, off-sync beats and deformed, bug powder-production - elephantine, electric... ...Imagine if the Butthole Surfers hallucinated a purple Jaberwocky with the head of Eminem and the third eye of any number of trailblazers: Flying Lotus, Madvillain, RZA, Liars, John Coltrane, DJ Screw, Public Image Ltd, Boards of Canada...

So...when hullabaloo hipsters Pitchfork cry out, this morning, via a fleeting headline, that Odd Future are touring North America with the tacit tenseness of Revere warning of the inevitable landing of the British, it reminds me about the gloriously volatile marketing boon (and fracturous boom) birthed by Malcom McClaren strategically sluicing the above-referenced Sex Pistols into the land of guns, bibles and whiskey-- the Deep South would prove to be the infamous punk quartet's introduction to American audiences.




What kinds of (mis)adventures and revelations shall be wrought by OFWGKTA's forthcoming tour? October 16th @ Royal Oak Music Theatre.
~~

In other news:
Vinyl sales are up 55% in the UK, so far this year. Take that, Spotify.

Love Dictators (+ Mittenfest)

The Washington Post's Political Bookworm Steven Levingston wrote a thoughtful piece on this recent Daily Show clip~

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~I was tempted, strongly, to post it upon another blog of mine, for the public library - but felt trepidation at pissing off possible pockets of said-public. Though, Levingston does help put it into context.

In other news:
Mittenfest 6 is coming (...well, not until the New Year's Weekend, as always) ~ Bands from all over the state should start applying - the deadline August 1st.

Brothers

Jon Zott...electronic music composer/producer/performer ~ is moving back to Detroit.

He's been steadily establishing himself as an impressive auteur of earthy daydream suites through intricately layered electro-pop, working his way through it in New York over the last year.

He dropped a few singles, already, via the art propulsive online label, Intuition LTD.

Jon Zott - "Brothers"....soothingly sways with wispy organs, while a shuffling synth and tree-branch tapping percussion form the base for an easygoing groove. The swirling choruses are built up to by an arresting punch from a low-fuzzed bass.

This song's made all the more poignant when Detroit audiences consider their familiarity with the works of his actual brothers, be it Philip (in The Great Fiction) or Daniel (in Dale Earnhardt Jr Jr). Just as possessed by melody as his siblings, Jon's distinction might be that he's, as Myspace put it (not I), the more "synth-happy" of the bunch... But I'll leave that argument for the Zott family dinner table.

Listen: "Work" shifts from blissed-out acid-folk to an increasingly bouyant trip-hop beat, with the chippy-chopped beats intertwining with more lilting synth brushes making it so that one could either dance fast, or dance slow, to this one...

Let's hope he gets settled here soon and we can hear these jams in some of our regular venues.

The songs are up for download today, just as Intuition often does, on Wednesdays.

Insight<->Incite (Kickstarter; Cloud; Nirvana)

Do blogs have any other use these days, other than to incite?

Do they even do that much?

My remaining hope, here, is merely to stir even just a momentary shift in perspective on certain matters, while delicately balancing my tendencies to embellish my usual inclinations-- those being, a.) an over-exhileration wrought from musical experience, -or b.) an alarmist's ax to grind in the face of a world where 1-out-of-every-3 adults now own a "Smart" Phone.

Maybe I'm too old fashioned; the luddite's bone structure just too brittle for my extremities to grip the rails of the internet roller coaster, but I find it startling to read statistics marking the biggest selling digital single of all time, (belonging, this week at least, to David Guetta, who's the biggest thing in the world right now, if that means anything anymore)... Or the most successful world tour of all time (that being U2, who, even though they're all 50-something, and half-parents of what could be the most expensive Broadway flop of all time, raked it in, during 2010, with their 360 tour).

The startling part, for me, is that --of course we're going to see more and more of these biggest ___ of all time; because everything I'm dwelling upon involves the recording of consumers, i.e. people - There's just more and more people out there, ready, willing, hungry to consume.

But what are we consuming? Downloads of crude or inane ballads, bleating and blathering over saturaed synthesizers and tired samples about saving the world by dancing at a club or missing an ex lovers crotch...or the Red Hot Chili Peppers attempt to keep their sizzle by singing about wanting "to rock you like the 80's..."

It's 2011? Should we be asking more of our music? Or is this just how it goes, (as T.S. Eliot wrote about how the world would end...) that the ones asking those questions are also the ones turning away from all the noise, turning away from mainstream music, thus that it never gets fixed?

Because you can't tell me that the critics, today, are asking those questions--I just skimmed through a Rolling Stone and found all of them giving 3*** and 4**** stars to all this...er...music.

And so, I echo the rallying call of one of my favorite current locals - the slick synth rock quartet Crappy Future - this is...our crappy future. Where motion sensor water fountains are out of order, where paper shredders jam, where escalators eat children and where ostensible smart phones are found lacking...

It's also where much of the mainstream's current crop of music is actually found to be repulsive. Or, like a total eclipse of the sun (or of intellect), you can't stare at it too long, or you'll go blind (deaf).

Sliding over to SPIN Magazine, there's a nice editorial/feature article from John Walsh that calls into question the need of the Cloud Music Service, wherein he recalls a friend's proclamation that content in this plugged-in-world-of-ours, is as readily available (and, perhaps, equally taken for granted) as water from the tap.

Content isn't quite like water, Walsh responds via this article, because we "will not die" if we "don't have reliable access to (content) at all times."

The cloud based music storage system launched by Amazon, Google and Apples two months ago might be a big, shimmering, expensive presentation of something we can do well enough without--especially when one considers Walsh's noting the statistic that most average music consumers only listen to, at most, 19% of their current uploaded libraries. Do we really need it, everywhere?

Consider also, that you are allowing various unknown eyes in shadowy hallways at Google or Apple to see the stuff you downloaded illegally (or may have obtained through a deluded ricochet of past uploaders onto various blogs). Not to mention that, by paying an annual fee, your actually paying to access something (particularly the CDs you bought and ripped onto your PC years ago) a second-time over, or as Walsh puts it, re-renting($) something you'd already paid for--like, say, your original Nirvana Nevermind album...

Speaking of SPIN~ They celebrated the 20th anniversary of Nirvana's universally/repeatedly-heralded Nevermind via a collection of 80-word diary-esque snippets from various artists, musicians, producers and comedians, commenting on what the album meant to them.

We all know the extent of influence, large, small, vital or trivial, it had upon us...We all know "where we were..."

Here are two of my favorite anecdotes: From author Sam Lipsyte (the Ask): "It's too obviously a counter-intuitive, snobbish thing to say In Utero is better, so let's just say that it is."

Wayne Coyne (Flaming Lips), speaking of the inspiring-and-awkward days of 91/92: "...you'd run into normal people woh'd say, 'I like Nirvana,' and you're like, 'Six months ago they were a cool, freaky Sub Pop group, and now Joe Sixpack at 7-Eleven is into Nirvana.' The time was "great and phenomenal and weird and sad..."

~~~
~All that said. -I really appreciated a recent column posted on MotorCityRocks, from Ethan Milner (Arbor/Ypsi-area social worker and sometimes local performer via Mittenfests and past show-organizer via the East Quad Music Co-Op). "Shtick Starter" will likely make a few local songwriters and bands a bit resentful, as it is, essentially, an indictment of their recent reliances upon the funding site Kickstarter, to finance albums or tours.

I,...not being in a band, nor being able to fully appreciate the pocket pains of DIY-self-production, still have to appreciate where Milner's coming from, especially when you consider his thesis being tied pretty much entirely to his personal experience observing the neglect of society's least-well-off.

There are even times I find myself thinking, -gee, it'd be great if this $5 I'm dropping at the door of ___-venue for whichever 3-4 band line-up of the week could be going to charity.

Milner concedes that musicians' reliance upon Kickstarter is still morally acceptable. Still, it is a subtle calling-out-of the middle class musician. Inciting and Insightful.

"We live in a world where nobody has to give anybody anything; I recognize that. But if a musician can conjure ten grand in a month by virtue of asking, shouldn't they use that power to help the guy who can't even get enough scratch for mood stabilizers?"

Not being a musician, I don't want to judge. But I'm glad for Milner having, enhanced my perspective.

If that's all a blog can do these days...then I'll take it.

Houston, We Have a Party

A duo of alien lifeforms abominably spawned into bipedal, flesh organisms from their original rock forms via extensive laboratory experiments, have come to the conclusion that planet earth is a "total shithole."

That doesn't mean they, The Moon Rocks... still don't want to win our admiration ~ in fact, it seems to be one of the remaining goals for their highfalutin intergalactic tour, trekking their own creations (curious musical melding of danceable krautrock kicking rhythms and electro-wrung new-wave grooves) from planet to planet, system to system, --with said-performances having initially commenced as a quasi-scheme to earn enough cosmic capital to finance an escape from Mars (from whence they had initially shipwrecked, along with their two devoted/captive human astronaut/scientists)...

...or something like that. They should be treated, initially, with a similar trepidation mixed between the stiffened distrust and quick bellicosity of the D.C. citizens from Day the Earth Stood Still (51) and the curious, reach-out-and-why-not-touch-em approach of Close Encounters of the Third Kind...

Making peace with these aliens is probably arrived at by merely dancing to the sounds they make...

For more of the story - click here.

To see them and hear them - head to Northern Lights Lounge, Aug 6 ~ with one of their captive human explorers will also be performing in a band of his own, known as Space Toilet. ~ Electric Fire Babies and TOMBB will also be on hand to greet the Moon Rocks.

Axis Mundi - Aug 5 - Northend

Artist success through artist collaboration... so goes the mission and mantra of local Label Collective Axis Mundi, a quartet of small underground/DIY labels made stronger through sharing resources and propping each other's featured works...

Sutured considerably into the murky and mesmeric patch of Detroit's sonic quilt, Axis Mundi culls lo-fi tape fuzz, ambient shoegaze, country rock, minimalist folk and psychedelic pop, via the works of artists under varying label banners~~

And on August 5th, each of the Mundi delegates will co-host a gathering that features various works rendered over the last calendar year, located at Northend Studios (spanning the 1st and 3rd floors). Non-musical works include: paintings and photography by Mundi-members and contemporaries, Alana Carlson, Gabriel Banuelos, Christian Richards, Mike Ross, Eric Peiti, Steven Gamburd and more.
Live Musical Performances from label members

Communist Day Care hosts: Dinosaur Monster's "psychedelic instrumental onslaught" and DandyLyon Whine's haunted country grooves.

Forget hosts: The mutant pop charm of the wooly psychedelic rock quartet Pupils and a new project from poet/record-head/Mother Whale-drummer Richard Wolhfiel called The Belle Isles.

Sonic Lullaby hosts: the atmospheric drifts of spaced-out improvisation/exploration via Kindle and Sea Turtle Restoration Project.

Algae Tapes hosts: Lizzle Temple Black, an "atonal, abandoning structure and coherency," paired with the minimalist metal-shredding post punk of Sound and Fury.

Also performing: Beekeepers, Freak Ache, Creepy Crawlers, Grass Grass Grass

To hear more music from Axis Mundi, check out No Money Records online.

Blair ~ (Saturday special show at Circa 1890)

I've been behind on my blogging, so this is news that most-already-know. I would have gotten it out this morning, but, frankly, I wasn't sure how to put into words this past weekend's sad news:
Local award-winning poet, singer/songwriter and performer David Blair (known in the music scene for fronting Blair and the Boyfriends) passed away...
The Metro Times post
Words from one of Blair's many friends, Jay Carroll

And many many more words found on his facebook page.

There are musicians and performers around this town who wouldn't be doing their own thing now, if not for the influence or encouragement of Blair. Many of them will likely share some words, between brief live performances during this Saturday's The New~featuring Eleanora and Emilio Basa at Circa 1890 Saloon, a concert initially planned as a showcase for what was going to be BLAIR's new project, Reasons for Leaving.

Zoooooooooos

Writing about Zoos of Berlin, I feel that I should be dressed to the nine's ala a Wolfe-like white three-piece suit.

The Detroit quartet's edified by four minds that respect the visceral impact of harmony - often to the point where it sets them to extended periods of acute in-studio refinement, (the resulting sonic aesthetic results thus wrought being additionally benefitted by the professional ear of in-band-engineer Collin Dupuis and their impressively equipped studio above a Recycling center).

It's a little cruel for this to merely be an EP - only because it's the most together, or focalized stylistic statement, due in considerable part to their first two releases being more vault-clearing affairs--long awaited recorded unveilings of songs they'd forged in their first 2-3 years.

Pallister Chant, up for download at their bandcamp, feels more like the official beginning of the next chapter, but still echoing their penchants for dual lead vocals (the pulse-steadying glamor of "Kingston Gates"), or their knack for an alluring rhythmic shimmy that hints at a disco-dashed space rock ("Haven't Eyes"). Here, we have some distinctively rougher hews, like the fuzzed-up funk guitars and hip/hop beat of "Tamarind," with the grimier, groovy chug continuing with the sax-bolstered "Sheets of Solid Gold."

When you sound as tight as a post-rock band, but as mesmeric as a prog-rock band, twist it up with newer zings of jazzy funk and top it off with those syrupy vocals - it makes one sit up straighter and tighten said-Wolfeian-white-tie before trying to explain what it sounds like ~ with Zoos, the tired truism of getting-out-what-one-puts-in...holds true. I'm not sure if that's part of why they call this "pop-art..." that's for another over-analytical essay.

The band have a whole other EP's worth of songs ready and mostly recorded ~ but busy schedules leave any solid completion date shadowed, for now.

~

P.S., Scott Masson, with the humble click of a mouse, unveiled a bit of a revelation: GLOSSIES' debut LP Phantom Films, "as it was meant to be heard/experienced" --the proper remastering!!!

Yikes

Infinite Sense of Value

Ann Arbor's own Chris Bathgate was recently featured (via interview and in-studio performance) on NPR's World Cafe Session ~ take a listen. He plays the Blind Pig in Ann Arbor, August 6th.

The post below concerns music festivals. And the Crofoot's August 3rd show is a kickoff-ish shindig for one of the quintessential fests: that being Lollapalooza. Only this one's called LollaGagger~ and it features a slew of locals, from Computer Perfection to Golden -to this band:

And, quickly, more soundtrack-ing for the read-below: Pitchfork has offered up its overlooked records of 2011. Take some notes! One entry:

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Curse my hyper-analytical nature
~ these are the latest fuzzy cerebral particulates to waft here upon the "page," having been dusted up by the mere announcement that The Onion's entertainment magazine The A.V. Club will be curating its own music festival... ala the influential hipster music site, Pitchfork.

Pitchfork, the site, tickles the sneezing out of cliches like "cultural phenomenon." What began as an online zine, a proto-indie-blog, was perceived with considerable esteem as a shrewd, sober, even prick-ish outlet for music criticism, with a steady news feed and subsequent features unpacking, in sometimes legitimate, sometimes faux-- scholarly manners, the nuances of music theory.

Now, as the blog Hipster Runoff satirically refers to it, Pitchfork is "a brand." Brands are dangerous. Criticism should be considered, takin into account, but always held in perspective - whether it's Lester Bangs or Susan Sontag or the Motion Picture Academy; i.e. respected as an informed analysis and appraisal...and yes, as an opinion.

But Pitchfork, as I'd noted with said "phenomenon" wagering^, has created a culture. Not that anything more than a few vital percentages of what one finds on the internet should be considered more than just mildly remarkable, Pitchfork Hipster is apparently spelled out with its own definition on some urban dictionary site.

Nothing's shocking, Perry Farrell once sang. Is nothing remarkable?

I used to get dubious, now and again, when I considered how religiously I, myself, followed this site just five years ago, eating my Kashi and soy milk in front of the glowing computer screen in the few tranquil moments before my day of classes commenced...that Pitchfork was a menace for it being too much of a King-maker, for bands. Who needs to read the review or really take the band into account, if it scored lower than a 6.7 on their scales than it was probably a.) underwhelming or b.) not worth any hipster-cred capital to bother stuffing into your hemp wallet.

And now, just as the A.V. Club is getting started in the "websites curating music festivals" game - we see Pitchfork hosting music festivals in Paris)...

The criticism, at that point, are the soggy pickel slices pathetically splayed at the side of your order of a double cheeseburger flambe with spicy onion rings and a french vanilla milkshake.

Or maybe it's not so severe.
I'd already warned you that I over-think things...

We're hearing headlines like: Did Borders expand too fast, or too wide? etc etc - in the wake of its onsetting liquidation.

But there's other questions, more cliched questions, that get recycled.
Do we have too many music zines on the Internet? (Do the local bands play out too much? Do we have too many venues?) --Often these don't seem to get an answer and thus pop back up every few months for a "columnist" to opine upon. The answer is just lost in the white noise of refreshed brousers and forwarded hyperlinks - the answer is often: yes.

It's like realizing your stomach's full after you've already eaten the entire plate...
But did you leave those critical pickels?

Digging

Cleaned out all my personal files and cluttered drawers, shredded obsolete papers and re-shelved dusty books, lost Zine drafts and various mix-CDs...

And wound up finding this curious note, written in my mother's handwriting (seen above^)

It felt worldly...and potentially cosmic, if I could embellish it's application to the wildness of anyday-life...

That aside - Sunday, the Loving Touch in Ferndale will be hosting an all day party. It begins with Barbecued Dragon Dicks--The vinyl release of The High Strung's latest album via New Fortune Records
4pm--8pm-ish -with The Electric Fire Babies and Betty Cooper

Then... California's EMA breezes into town for a free show (9-ish or later) with Prussia opening things up...

Not a bad way to spend a summer's day...
eh?