Showing posts with label pop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pop. Show all posts


Album Review: Foster the People - Supermodel


Foster the People came under the national spotlight once there incredibly catchy yet arguably dark school shooting based jingle “Pumped Up Kicks” reached the top of pop charts around the world. However, if that was the band you originally fell in love with then prepare for a small shock, not so much in the lyrical material, but in their overall sound. Band front man and lead vocalist Mark Foster described the group’s sophomore effort appropriately by saying it was an “angry, guitar-based record about capitalist greed.” It’s also no wonder Supermodel is much more diverse then their debut album as the groups recordings spanned from Morocco to Malibu while being influenced by such sources as David Bowie and Clash.

To start off, the band decidedly chose “Are You What You Want to Be, a song heavily rooted in their enticing dance-infused pop-rock beats with slightly darker undertones aptly due to the African tribal beats. Compared to their previous album, Torches, this song holds the most amount of melodic similarity along with the edgy drug tale titled “Best Friend,” which sincerely tries to convey a story of two buddies hooked on drugs. The resurrection of a second “Pumped Up Kicks” type jam is out of the question on Supermodel, however, “Best Friend” is a strong contender for those who miss the thought provoking, abnormal creativity in lyrics and style as its all packed into this songs core.

It makes perfect sense for Foster the People to release their last recorded song “Coming of Age” as the first single for the album as it focuses on the hectic lifestyle changes of the band members throughout the last couple of years. The song itself is a more upbeat and energetic pop track with hypnotizing rhythms and an even more haunting chorus of “Feels like, feels like it's coming. It feels like, feels like I'm of coming of age. Feels like, feels like it's coming.” This track flows into “Nevermind,” a less than strong song choice that offers compelling lyrics of “Yeah its hard to know the truth in this post-modernist view where absolutes are seen as relics” over quite bland mid-tempo guitar plucks.

The band must’ve dwelled in some medical terminology books while transcribing Supermodel or at least that’s the way it seems from the name of their song “Pseudologia Fantastica aka compulsive lying. Released just a few weeks ago as the group's official second single, “Pseudologia Fantastica” delivers on the newfound sound Foster the People sought after during their frequent international trips. They did so by using restless synths and a thumping percussion beat to compliment the polished chorus and just when you think it can’t get any better there as a deep bass line backdrop.

If the names of the songs are any indication of the mindset for the album, it had to have been all fun in games when creating Supermodel. “A Beginner's Guide to Destroying the Moon” and “Goats In Trees” goes to show the group’s descent into complete self-introspection to discover the world around them the only way they know how, through witty and amusing yet completely serious critiques. The former goes out repeating how “You’ll never be whole until you lose control”, which was there way of saying to think for yourself and escape the clouded judgment others pass on to you. The latter does try to critique being an outsider, but a song that features faux bird whistles and other animal sounds can’t be taken too seriously and ultimately disappoints.

There isn’t any track on Supermodel that can match or surpass the brilliance that was “Pumped Up Kicks,” however, that doesn’t mean its not worthy of a listen. Foster the People tried their hand at a couple different flavors of various pop-rock jams and while many are sonically pleasing, its simply missing the durability to stand on its own for a long period of time in the international limelight. Even though “Pumped Up Kicks” got them center stage it seems like the band is more suited for a mid-sized audience as this album would disappoint those who’ve held great value on the sophomore releases hype.

Grade: B-







Album Review: We Are The In Crowd - Weird Kids


If the sophomore album from We Are The In Crowd is any indication at what their future looks like, then listeners are in for much larger attitude coupled with a lively new presence. It’s only been a little over 2 years since the group released their debut album, Best Intentions, and it seems as though they immediately went to work at channeling their determination and strive for chart domination into an even stronger second album. These pop-punks called in the help of Panic! At The Disco producer John Feldmann to craft their sound into something a bit outside the comfort zone of full on punk music while still maintaining the bursting energy associated with one of their live concerts.

From the moment you start listening to Weird Kids, there is a distinct feeling of surprise and curiosity. There appears to be an ongoing theme that encapsulates the idea of human strength and knowing that We Are The In Crowd are very in touch with their fans this can only be interpreted as a positive message.

Starting the album off is opener “Long Live the Kids,” a signaling track that starts off slow and mellow, but then swells into an all out jam with band front woman Taylor Jardine’s powerful vocals taking over the guitar-ridden track. In similar fashion to the band’s older material, they continue the “call and response” effect between both Jardine and fellow vocalist Jordan Eckes, especially prominent on the song “Come Back Home.” This one allows Eckes his chance to shine by showcasing his smooth tone and also shows how well the harmonious blending of both singers’ voices works in the group’s favor. Almost equally pleasing is their combined vocals on “Manners,” which lyrically discusses a couples issues with each other by bluntly saying “What goes around comes around. Now it's right back here to haunt you. We tried (I earned my wings teaching guys like you). Oh we tried (to keep your mouth shut, so keep your mouth shut).”

Across the ten track offering, the top song is arguably “The Best Thing (That Never Happened),” the first song released from the group to commemorate their latest venture. Without a doubt, this song contains a catchy hook and rhythm unlike anything they've previously crafted, but above all, its whole atmosphere and vibe serve as a reminder that experimenting with sound can be a welcomed change. The album doesn’t even falter into oblivion when it tries its hands at hard-hitting, darker material like in the touching tribute to Jardine’s deceased father in “Windows In Heaven.” This goes to prove the band’s versatility in creating heart warming tributes as well as party anthems, which is often a characteristic that’s difficult to meaningfully convey.

Almost every new artist tries everything in their power to avoid the elusive sophomore slump when going to work on their second album. Luckily for We Are The In Crowd, they were not only able to avoid the slump entirely, but overall they were able to expand and diversify their sound to please a wider audience beyond the confines of pop-punk enthusiasts. 

Grade: B+






Album Review: Sky Ferreira - Night Time, My Time


Besides her most recent drug possession allegations, Sky Ferreira has been an imperfect, yet modern role model for young females due to her fully immersed and independent attitude when it comes to her music. By taking on the executive role for most of her tracks on debut album Night Time, My Time, she gained creative control not only on her music, but also in her explicitly naked album cover. If the album cover doesn’t shock to some degree, she is pretty open that her music might, even saying, "Well pop music is provocative. Well not always, but it should be. Maybe in some ways the image is distasteful, but I don’t feel that it’s trashy. At least not trashy in a bad way. I feel like it’s pretty spot on."

Night Time, My Time is a straight-up alternative pop-rock album, anchored by "I Blame Myself" and "Your Not The One," the kinds of songs that are often hard to achieve a final, cohesive soundscape on by just anyone, but in Ferreira’s hands, are sung precisely how you’d want: soaring vocals with a little bit of edge. One of the big things Ferreira first sought after in creating her record was a sense of brutal honestly, so when she sings "You think you know me so well. I just want you to realize I blame myself, I blame myself. I blame myself for my reputation." in "I Blame Myself," it becomes apparent she stayed true to her original goals. In contrary to this upbeat, retrospective song is the sexually assertive "Your Not The One," the lead single and one of Ferreira's most radio-friendly tracks to date. It's a culmination of hazy vibes, engaging vocals and a memorable hook making it one of those few alternative pop songs that has a real chance at becoming a mainstream hit. 

Unlike the aforementioned tracks, "Nobody Asked Me" targets feelings of relationship frustration with a strong rock 'n roll presence that was missing in the other songs. Fueled with emotional rage, Ferreira shouts "You don't seem to care if I'm feeling lost. Nobody asked me, if i was ok. No no no no no no." over blaring guitars. In the sweetest way possible, Sky's song "24" crashes the disco party anthem theme with an ender of "I wish that God had no hands." That song was especially captivating sonically up until her her grim ending. As misleading as "Heavy Metal Heart" may appear, its sound isn't that heavy or mind-blowing, however, it does feature one of the most powerful vocal performances on the album. Ferreira's transitions between verses comes across as rapid, tongue-twirling noises that blend into the electronic elements of the song.  

The whole message of Night Time, My Time isn't to get people to the dance floor like many of the other artists today, but instead to showcase the qualities of vulnerability, sensibility, and flaw-full nature that Ferreira lives with everyday in her own personal way. Her added style in pop music makes for an interesting combination that today's music could benefit from, if only there were more like her. 

Grade: B








Album Review: HAIM - Days Are Gone


Though Wikipedia might classify the Haim Sisters as indie rock/pop performers, the L.A. trio seem pleased to keep their sound as far away from any expectations that labeling comes with. Although their synth-pop backing and eighties rock influences are slightly off-beat from the mainstream, HAIM very nearly come across as straight sugared-up pop. Though this is hardly a bad thing, it does seem to suggest how blurred the line between indie and mainstream has become, especially given HAIM's major label associations.

Slippery genre-pinning aside, HAIM do manage to revive the classic all-girl rock group in the tradition of the Go-Gos and the Bangles. Although the band's lyrics are simple and repetitive to the point of being trite, this caveat rarely has stopped acts from becoming popular (or even acclaimed for that matter). The sisters have noticeable talent and are certainly an act to watch for (particular on clothing commercials and CW television programs).

Days Are Gone is a debut with enough variation and sonic layering to make up for its flaws. "My Song 5" finds the band reaching experimental heights, and the solidity of HAIM's songwriting elsewhere is always at least passable, at times reaching greatness (as on "Let Me Go"). HAIM are a confident act that should have a definite audience, even if they can't quite shake off their syrupy side.

Grade: B-






How Pop Trash Gets Better With Age


In my column last week, I may have revealed a bit too much about myself when I mentioned that I enjoy Jesse McCartney's smash single "Beautiful Soul." Hey, what can I say, it's a guilty pleasure. What's funny, though, is that I couldn't stand that song when it came out, and I was completely convinced that Jesse McCartney was the worst thing to ever happen to popular music. Why did I feel that way? Maybe because I was jealous of the stuck-up cheerleaders in my 9th grade math class talking about how he "looks like a good kisser" while refusing to give me the time of day, but I don't think that was the only reason.

When a new pop star enters the fray, it becomes cool to reject them, and whatever image they are trying to project. There's a desire to let everyone know that you're above whatever the major labels are trying to shove down your throat this week. This isn't without justification; a lot of pop music is disposable trash, and it's unfortunate that it's going to get all the airplay and hype while more serious artists don't get as much attention.

Still, a lot of disposable pop tends to sound better over time. My guess is that had I been around in the 80s, I would've rejected Tiffany as being a manufactured music industry creation, but in the present day, I love her cover of "I Think We're Alone Now," and while I realize this might not be a popular opinion, I actually might prefer it to the original by Tommy James and The Shondells. The thing is, once a pop star fades away, and is no longer part of the music establishment, there's nothing to fight against anymore, and we could just take their songs for what they are. And usually, those songs are pretty fun.

For instance, I'm not particularly fond of Justin Bieber. Dude just rubs me the wrong way, possibly because he says the word "swag" every 3.2 seconds. Also because he's four years younger than me and he's worth $55 million. You know, a lot of little stuff. The thing is, I'd be lying if I said he didn't have some songs that I genuinely enjoyed. "Baby" is ridiculously catchy, and "Boyfriend" was one of the better mainstream singles last year, in spite of the rather awkward line about fondue. The thing is, I tend to enjoy these songs a lot more once I divorce them from Bieber. I dislike the concept of him, but the songs he comes out with tend to be solid enough,

Hating pop music tends to be about hating the concept of pop, and the shallowness associated with it. Hating  the music itself is more unlikely. If all the people who claimed to despise top 40 radio actually felt that way, it probably wouldn't be the dominant form of music. We claim to hate it for the same reason we claim to hate all those reality shows that rank among the most popular shows in America: we want to sound smart. We want to reject what strikes us as being mindless and worthless, when really, a lot of us tend to enjoy it for that very reason. Only when this entertainment ages - and the people who gave it to us aren't famous anymore - can we admit that it actually wasn't that bad. So, in ten years, "Baby" will come on at a party, and I'll dance to it unironically. For now, though? I hate that guy.


John Hugar


Gone Global: Emerging Musicians from Around the World



Though buffaBLOG's focus might be (mostly) on Buffalo, the blog itself has already brought in readers from across the blue-green planet. As much of a brain-melting life-drainer as the Internet can be, it does connect us, and it can introduce us to some wonderful music that otherwise may never have made it here from over the seas and far away.

Emerging musicians from all ends of the earth (plus or minus Antarctica) have reached out to buffaBLOG, sharing their songs, their souls, and expanding the way we think about the arts. The following acts are well worth dipping your ears into:

Ilias is an Algerian/Australian musician based in Sydney, Australia. His ghostly, indefinable debut album, Somewhere in Time, is the result of ten years of songwriting. "I wrote maybe 100 musical pieces, some songs, some sketches, some instrumentals," says Ilias, "But I was always haunted by a certain group of songs... I decided I needed to produce these songs, to break the spell and move on, in a sense." 

Putting in place rigorous standards for the recording process, Ilias explains, "I felt that something so ambitious needed a set of rules, and producing, writing, and playing everything myself was one of them." Refusing to use pitch correction or fade outs and relying heavily on a modular, improvisation-tinged approach, Ilias further ensured Somewhere in Time displayed an organic, authentic style of songwriting.

Citing as diverse artists as D'Angelo, Brian Wilson, and Burt Bacharach for influences, Ilias has nonetheless developed an ethereal, hypnotic jazz-inflected dream-pop sound that is very much his own. He can be visited here





I Said Yes are an alternative folk-pop act composed of members from throughout the UK, proud to be hated by Noel Gallagher of Oasis. Despite Gallagher's qualms, I Said Yes have been lauded by BBC London and XLM, and have performed alongside such renowned musicians as Florence + the Machine and Johnny Flynn.

In an interview with the BBC, the band described their formation, stating, "For three of us, it all started with recording really lo-fi covers of punk-pop songs in our sitting room, and then after an afternoon's busking a couple of years later we became a five-piece."

Clearly impacted by the New Folk movement that spawned Noah and the Whale, Mumford and Sons, and others, I Said Yes bring freshness and instrumental variation to a popular subgenre. Their colorful first EP can be heard here





Closer to home, Bazile is a space folk solo artist from Houston, Texas. His latest effort, The Sojourn of Professor Narducci, is an odd and endearing exploration into the unknown. It also benefits from sound engineering and co-production courtesy of Alabama Shakes keyboardist Ben Tanner.

Creating his own genre fusions, Bazile pursues "gospel punk" on "Hi-Fi" and refers to his song "Save the Manatee" as a "lyrically eccentric love mystery." His satirical jabs, sonic switches, and bursts of emotion are as surprising as they are surreal.

Part Beck, part Ben Folds, part Sufjan Stevens, Bazile is always inventive. The Sojourn of Professor Narducci is now streaming on Soundcloud and its single "Employment" can be downloaded for free








Album Review: Autre Ne Veut – Anxiety


The anguished R&B on Anxiety, the second LP by Autre Ne Veut, brainchild of Brooklyn’s Arthur Ashin, may or may not be R&B at all. In an interview with Pitchfork, Ashin admitted that though “People who heard the album say, ‘This is so R&B’…. people who actually listen to R&B are not going to feel like this is a real R&B record.” But then just what is this electro-pop paradise of an album, ringing with falsetto vocals that soar and sear beyond expected R&B conventions?

Is it Top 40 gone indie? Is it a series of jams for nightclubs exclusively catering to art scene kids hopped up on ecstasy? There certainly is an inwardness and sensuality to the record, even as it seeks to be “Ego Free Sex Free.” Too breathless, tortured, and oddball to gain mass acceptance, Anxiety’s music still feels like it belongs on sweaty dim-lit dance floors. Its worried handwringing is nearly indistinguishable from a clubber’s bump-and-grind.

On Anxiety, Ashin takes that grind and grooves and moves with the vitality of a 21st century Prince, even if the work lacks Prince’s narrative velocity. Its cut-up, stilted, semi-coherent lyrics capture the incomplete, unfocused trajectory of the human thought process. Full of contradictions and blind yearning, Autre Ne Veut uses words to prompt impressions, tossing grammar aside for flow’s sake. Hazy half-finished phrases like “In the world that your heart is screaming, find it Neverland” and “Don’t deserve baby and you follow you wanted to me” are more felt than cognized. Recurrent obsessions with death and disconnection manage to register in spite of the record’s intentional blurriness, creating a tonal desperation that undercuts the frisky funk of Anxiety’s songs.

Autre Ne Veut is freakier and shriller than progressive R&B peers like Frank Ocean and Janelle Monáe. Employing tighter songwriting than the Weeknd, Anxiety nonetheless relies on similarly memorable moodscapes and emotional expansiveness. Though it may not be a traditional R&B album, its bluesy rhythms being overwhelmed by foggy synth-pop sensibilities, Anxiety is a slick and sexed-up production worth getting anxious over, worth diving and dissolving into.

Grade: B+






Album Review: Johnny Marr - The Messenger


Having helped define The Smiths and bolster the sound of Modest Mouse, legendary English guitarist Johnny Marr is finally releasing his first solo album. On The Messenger, a Britpoppy-garage-rocking-impossibly-cool debut, the 49 year old grooves with defiant youthfulness as he displays talents honed to perfection during decades of stellar work. The album provides Marr with the focus he deserves and in turn Marr provides listeners with a fun collection of songs as solid and straightforward as any artist could hope to release.

Everything The Messenger delivers is unapologetically familiar. Lovers of late seventies to mid-eighties New Wave or bands like The Stone Roses, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Cure, Simple Minds, INXS, and The Cult will find plenty to adore. The record’s derivative ear candy, as addictive as it is unoriginal, is nostalgically evocative of just-plain-good music from eras and scenes Marr contributed to. The Messenger finds a great instrumentalist doing what he has always done, adding slick personal vocals into the mix for extra effect.

Though Marr’s voice is more relaxed and less rich than his former bandmate, Morrissey, it contains its own streetwise assurance. The lyrics on The Messenger are intelligently composed, largely concerned with communication breakdown, even if they are not as strange and urgent as those found on a Smiths album. The songs themselves, however, often thrust forward in sensual lunges with an unrestrained vivacity The Smiths never had much interest in, topping the classic band in terms of sheer energy level.

On “Word Starts Attack,” Marr sings, “All the things that the new are promised has made things that are not for us.” If this is a statement on popular trends in the music industry, The Messenger itself may be an ideal antidote for those seeking an escape from the Top 40. It is not a Smiths record. It is not high art. But it does return rock n’ roll to a much much better place.

Grade: B+






Weekly Remix: "Remember Me" - Daley ft. Jessie J (MJ Cole mixes)


Choking down a lot of pop music can often make one's jaw tense. When seeking relief from this self-inflicted ailment, you need only seek remixed versions of your favorite radio-played ditties. Recently, I've fallen for British singer-songwriter Daley who is obviously influenced by jazz-pop all-stars Jamiroquai. Daley's song "Remember Me," featuring Jessie J, has been caught in my head. Luckily, the insanely talented MJ Cole, British Two-step and Garage producer, has put his own touches on this track leaving me jaw-ached and wishing I could put my own touches on Jessie J's body. Take a listen to the original then check out the exclusive one-offs from MJ Cole. I enjoy the dubb-mix most, it's like speed-Garage.




james wild


Artist Spotlight: Françoiz Breut



The snow may or may not be falling where ever you are, but you’re still sitting indoors watching it. In the quiet of winter neat piles are just as mesmerizing as the snowfall itself. For me, Françoiz Breut harnesses that feeling of being mesmerized, as her French rooted moody pop gives the I’m-falling-down-the-Alice-In-Wonderland-hole effect. Breut very much pushed French female vocals into a global atmosphere, fronting the Nouvelle Scène Française, a melancholy spin on French female pop in the 90’s.

As I couldn’t choose just one Breut, I’ve provided two tracks to listen to, both of which are from La Chirurgie Des Sentiments (2012). BXL Bleutte and Marie-Lise are examples of how Breut forms a murky and dreary sense of pop, but still keeps the overall pace of her songs enchanting.

Françoiz Breut earns an A in my book because it's hard to mix sultry with pop tastefully, especially while drawing me into a dreamworld.