Showing posts with label rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rock. 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-







Tonight: The Werks


"The Werks" calls to mind a combination of many potent elements that form a masterwork... like a "works" pizza. In some seriousness, (pizza is very serious) an amalgamation of musical traits and genres are is exactly what these guys are. Funk? Check. Rock? Check. Psychedelic? Please.

The tools by which they craft this musical monster are fine tuned and sharp. Shredding guitar, slap bass, and bouncy organs and synthesizers tear up and refine the ever evolving paths of their songs.

In a constantly expanding, popular jam band scene, The Werks improvise their way through some juicy, intense musical fusion. Their passion for improv is heavy, so that nearly every show they play is a wholly unique experience.

Their show in Buffalo tonight has been moved from Nietzsche's to The Waiting Room, and pre-sale tickets WILL be honored.   Doors are at 8PM, and tickets are $12




Album Review: Cage the Elephant - Melophobia


Cage the Elephant entered the spotlight on a fun enough note when "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" first invaded the airwaves. On their second album, the band appeared to have made the great artistic leap forward, gaining legitimate comparisons to the Pixies. And now, with record number three, the Kentucky alt-rockers continue to progress and press onward.

Melophobia engages from track one, the crawling "Spiderhead." Minus a few dips in quality here or there (Alison Mosshart's vocal entrance on the otherwise wonderful "It's Just Forever" feels a bit too off-Broadway for the song's style), the entire work maintains a vicious sonic edge. Frontman Matthew Shultz's voice switches octaves and inflections in furious bursts. Although he is never quite as unrestrained as the Pixies' Black Francis (or as lyrically wild), he does once again uncannily incorporate many of the aspects that made the Pixies so memorable.

Cage the Elephant, however, are not the Pixies. They are a band with merits to be taken on their own terms. Though on the experimental "Teeth," Shultz may mention a character who "only speaks to hear his cheeks slap together and worship the sound of his own voice," the vaulted voice of Cage the Elephant itself is one well worth hearing. Melophobia's crunchy chords wind in playful twists of sound, making for an exciting and addictive album.

Grade: B+ 






Tonight: Blitzen Trapper


Blitzen Trapper tries on many suits, but the alternative country size seems to fit them real snug. They play the role of American storyteller as if it were their birthright. Cutting through the crap, this crew from the Pacific Northwest give a straight up old fashioned rock performance without tinsel and other distractions. They're piping hot off the release of their adventurous new album VII which only just came out on October 1st, so a raw and enthusiastic performance tonight at the Tralf ($18, 8pm) will certainly be in order.






Album of the Week: The Greys - Project Grey Matter


The Greys awaken the spirit of Jimi Hendrix and channel the zainy persona of Tyler the Creator in their first full-length album off of Dead Trash Mob Records, Project Grey Matter, which was released this month after their first EP, All Grown Up, was met with much success in April. From the heavy guitar riff and steady snare beat in “Made in America,” to the dark, apocalyptic mood evoked in tracks like “Mob Mentality,” the 14-track album provides an eerily stimulating experience through grunge, alternative rock and paranormal hip hop sounds. 

Most of the album takes on a horror story-telling tone that thrills and chills the senses as it leaves the listener either on another planet or feeling trapped alone in a dark room only to confront their subconscious. The duo, consisting of Tonawanda-born emcee Ian Cochran (Sparkmatik) and Buffalo lyricist TrĂ© Marsh (Tre Ocho), turn tracks like “The Project” into outlets for deeper discussion through subtle spoken word moments and tell-it-like-it-is lyricism. Bagel Jesus spices up the listening experience by building up the angst on "Trash-Hop." The dark and silly immaturity of "All Grown Up" offers some comic relief among a stressful work day. Weird and catchy, the album is a must-listen.

You may stream and purchase The Greys' Project Grey Matter on their bandcamp page.



Jessica Brant


Does "Mainstream" Rock Still Exist?


This weekend was the first weekend of Coachella, the ridiculously popular music festival that takes place in California every April. Besides being quite jealous of all the people who actually got to attend this massive party, when looking at the lineup, I noticed something - you had very few bands that would qualify as "mainstream." Other than the Red Hot Chili Peppers, who closed out the opening weekend last night, the number of bands that get played on the radio was pretty slim. Phoenix - Saturday's closer - had a crossover hit with "1901," but they still aren't exactly the sort of band that gets eaten up by the masses.

The festival was a haven for indie rock fans (assuming the Chili Peppers don't bother them too much), but the bands that supposedly make up "mainstream" rock were just about absent from the proceedings. This begs a question - does anyone know what mainstream rock music really is, or whether or not it really exists anymore. If we were to believe the Billboard charts, or perhaps the opinions who claim to hate anything mainstream, it might be represented by the sort of bands you'd hear on radio stations like The Edge - bands like Shinedown, Theory of A Deadman, and everyone's favorite scapegoat, Nickelback.

But if the notion of mainstream is defined solely by popularity, are any of these bands really all that big? Would any of them be viable as a closing act at a festival like Coachella? Probably not. of course, that's partially because the people who attend Coachella tend to be the same type of people who hate this sort of music. But suppose there were a music festival specifically aimed at fans of so-called Active Rock? Would in draw in the numbers of something like Coachella or Bonnarroo? I doubt it.

The music we refer to as mainstream rock exists on an island - it has almost no crossover fans. You have the people who listen to this music every day, and have no idea what everyone else is talking about when they blast it for it's lack of originality, or uncreative lyrics, and you have the rest of the music world, who wouldn't touch those bands with a 39 and a half foot pole. It's not like this with many other genres. There's a relatively equal number of dedicated hip-hop fans, and people who casually enjoy mainstream rap artists. Same goes for pop and R&B. Even country,long known as a "niche" genre likely has more casual fans than mainstream rock - you'd probably find more casual fans of Blake Shelton and Luke Bryan than you would for Breaking Benjamin or Buckcherry.

So, does this mean indie is the new mainstream? Well, maybe a little, but keep in mind, very few of these bands have hits. Once in awhile you get a fluke like fun., who had two smashes out of nowhere. or you get a band like Mumford & Sons that began life as an allegedly "indie" band before capturing the hearts of the masses at a rather alarming rate. That's the confusing thing - the bands that get played on the radio aren't popular outside of the radio, the bands that have larger followings don't get any airplay. It's left us in an era where rock has no identity, no flagship bands or sounds. It's no-mans-land right now.

There are few rock acts that I would count as being truly "mainstream.". The Chili Peppers would be one, Foo Fighters would be another, then Green Day, U2 as the elder statesmen, and finally, the Black Keys, since they're just about the only band I can think of that has radio hits and an indie following (even if that following began to evaporate the second they started having radio hits). This isn't necessarily a good or bad thing, it's just worth noting - the term "mainstream" rock tends to be used as a strawman, to describe the dull, unentertaining music swallowed by the masses, but lately that music's following is dwindling rapidly, to the point where it's nothing more than a niche.


John Hugar


Album Review: Rilo Kiley - rkives


Rilo Kiley are marketing their newest release, rkives, as a nostalgic collage of murmuring memories, chronicling the band's progress and evolution. Presented as a "B-sides and Rarities Collection" the (mostly) refined tunes on the record (largely) contradict the idea that such collections consist of inferior curiosities to be pawned off on die-hard fans.

Whether longtime or casual listeners, many may ask themselves why this "B-sides and Rarities Collection" even exists. Why weren't half of these songs on albums? Who decided these tracks were expendable? The record's first few "rarities" are tight little gems, significantly better than some tracks found on "legitimate" Rilo Kiley albums. If the collection's alt-bluegrass opener "Let Me Back In" is good enough to receive music video treatment why wasn't it good enough to be replace some of the chintzier songs on earlier works? And why did a band whose last release was in 2007 choose to return in this way? Has frontwoman Jenny Lewis been too busy with side projects to continue with her most famed vehicle in a serious manner?

The collection loses traction by the time it reaches Zondo's "Dejalo" remix (featuring awkward in-da-club cliches courtesy of guest rapper Too $hort). Though it redeems itself with the varied textures of "Town Called Luckey" and rockers "Emotional" and "Patiently," it never reclaims the strength of its initial plunge. Songs featuring guitarist Blake Sennett's voice generally seem too precious when compared to his fellow all-grown-up-child-TV-star's soulful weariness and acerbic vocal stabs.

Ending the sixteen track collection with a bitterly comic twist, rkives perhaps is more geared toward nostalgia and fan-appeasing than it is toward consistent artistry. After the quality back-to-back run of "Let Me Back In," "It'll Get You There" and "Runnin' Around," and the cracked folk brokenness of "Bury Bury Bury Another" the record is only intermittently memorable. It does, however, remind listeners of what Jenny Lewis and company are capable of when they aren't slacking off.

Grade: B





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: 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+