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Album Review: Cloud Nothings - Here and Nowhere Else


Cloud Nothings' face-crunching fourth album is a fearless, assertive follow-up to 2012's Attack on Memory. Oscillating between a chaotic rush of existential howls and throaty but tuneful melodies, Here and Nowhere Else pounds its presence out through furious snare slams and clamorous cymbal crashes.

For better or worse, Cloud Nothings are as foggy and nihilistic as their namesake implies. "You're born / you're gone," cries frontman Dylan Baldi repeatedly on "No Thoughts," succinctly whittling the human condition down to its coming and going. As in the songs of similarly-minded peers Titus Andronicus, however, the absurdity and cruelty of existence makes for some pretty addictive punk rock. 

Here and Nowhere Else largely consists of blurry, anti-pop assaults of pop song-length. Baldi is a dynamic vocalist, sliding from screams to Strokes-style singing with relentless charisma. Even as he complains that "Life gets boring, it fades away," he seems impassioned enough to annihilate the ennui he fears.

On the seven minute penultimate track, "Pattern Walks," Cloud Nothings' piercing songwriting dissolves into textured noise roughly halfway through, then changes pace yet again. Suddenly upbeat, the song reaches skyward with transcendent drive before the album's catchy closer, "I'm Not Part of Me," arrives for grounded final reflections.

Though Baldi speaks of "moving toward a new idea," what registers stronger is a sense of permanent loss. Ultimately, Here and Nowhere Else suggests that the present may not be as thrilling as the "live for today" crowd insists. Nonetheless, claims of hopelessness aside, Cloud Nothings seem to be making the most of their moment in time.

Grade: B+






Tonight: House Concert w/ John Langford & Skull Orchard


Get up close and personal with Jon Langford & Skull Orchard tonight at the Boratin-Tanner home in Hamburg. Langford, a versatile folk-punk musician, has performed in the backing band for This American Life and is considered a staple of the Chicago music scene. Local songsters Unwelcome Guests will kick off the event with an acoustic set at 7:30pm. Don't miss this unique and bound-to-be-great house concert.




Album Review: The Hold Steady - Teeth Dreams


The Hold Steady, as their name suggests, have always been consistent. Each record contains the same classic rock bravado, the same gritty tales of skaters and punks, druggies and barflies, "kids at shows" and their "scene leaders." Jesus is found and lost, beverages consumed and vomited, girls hooked up with then abandoned. And yet, through all the recycled imagery, frontman Craig Finn keeps his storytelling gripping and sympathetic, caring deeply for the life-hungry characters he creates as they binge-and-purge their way through the city's slimy little sins.

Teeth Dreams, a more straightforward affair than some of their records, is no deviation from the Hold Steady's concentrated vision. Although Finn has stated that the album's title was inspired by a David Foster Wallace passage, Jack Kerouac still serves as his main literary muse. Soaked in booze and blood, the songs lift themselves up from the barroom floor to reach toward the flickering light of salvation.

"I Hope This Whole Thing Doesn't Frighten You" kicks the album into gear as a boyfriend introduces the new girlfriend he's brought home for Christmas to a few unsavory connections he's failed to mention. "Spinners" then rocks a little harder, chronicling a single woman's misadventures and deluded mantras ("Salted rims and frosted mugs / It's a big city, there's a lot of love").

The title's teeth dreams appear on "The Only Thing," where the song's speaker obsesses over a woman "sleeping at a storage space by the airport." Her accommodations are an improvement over "The Ambassador" of the follow-up track, however ("There wasn't much diplomatic there / The space between the skin and all the blood").

D.F. Wallace gets referenced again during "On With the Business," a song lamenting the "American Sadness" brought on by consumerism, in which the speaker admits he "said a couple things that probably weren't technically true" during an apparent drug deal. "Big Cig" and "Wait a While" are both rousing odes to ill-chosen romantic entanglements, before things get more harrowing on "Runner's High," a track that apexes amidst a near-death experience.

"Almost Everything," a reverb-drenched acoustic dime leads into "Oaks," the Hold Steady's most expansive song to date. At nine minutes in length, the album finale stretches beyond the city limits toward "mountains all covered in oaks... trees as they turn into smoke."

"Our minds are the windows / Our bodies are screens," concludes Finn, "We scratch / We scrape / And we dream." If the Hold Steady continue to release such solid work, may they scratch and scrape and dream for many records to come.

Grade: B+






Album Review: Kevin Drew - Darlings


Though Broken Social Scene have been less than sociable as of late, one of the collective's major masterminds is out to prove he still has a pulse. Kevin Drew, who will soon be releasing a collaboration with Andy Kim of "Rock Me Gently" fame, is sending forth his second solo album. And even if it's been years since he ventured out alone, the Canadian songwriter seems dependable as ever.

Ambient-focused and sex-obsessed, Drew is a thoughtful recorder of shattered intimacy and soul-stung longing. Dark, sensual, and often cryptically moving, Darlings simmers in a state of sonic bliss that only Drew can cook up. Even if he seems unable to get past the tortured lyrical themes and semi-sultry musical ideas that have always haunted his work, there is a breathing beauty to the lush new record.

With layered synthesizers, relaxed drum machine beats, and a few chill guitar licks, Drew builds a warm wall of sound his voice crackles along with. Songs like "Body Butter" and "Good Sex" feel more polished and tactful than their titles suggest, bolstered by the careful production. Elsewhere tracks like "My God" slink along sadly with spiritual desperation or swell with epic weight as in the Feist-featuring "You in Your Were."

Ultimately, Darlings is an album that finds Drew comfortable with his talents. For fans of BSS or of Drew himself, the record, like "good sex," should more than satisfy.  

Grade: A-






Album Review: Arthur Beatrice - Working Out



On their debut album, English indie-rockers Arthur Beatrice are already exhibiting a singular sort of ambition: "All I want is to be warm at home and be well-known," sings chief vocalist Ella Girardot with a certain caustic precision. Apparent sarcasm aside, the band's soothing style and recognizable affability seems to straddle both impulses. Arthur Beatrice creates music that does feel like the warmth of home on a winter's day. It also feels ready to inhabit the same super-chill niche acts like Beach House, the xx, and Young Galaxy have successfully established.

Working Out is more lyrically complex and emotionally ambiguous than most titles sharing its aesthetic ideas. Girardot and co-vocalist Orlando Leopard trade singing duties with smooth finesse and the production treats the band's guitars, keyboards, and drums as humble partners with their voices. Arthur Beatrice has emerged from the ether polished and prepared to accompany morning walks through the city, wind-down bedtime routines, and late-night studying sessions.

Even if Working Out fails to break new musical ground, it succeeds as a superior example of its sub-genre. It would be more than uncharitable to dismiss such a lovely, intelligently wrought debut for sounding too much like other very good bands. The talented members of Arthur Beatrice should have a fine future ahead of them.

Grade: B+






Album Review: Jonny Greenwood / Bryce Dessner - St. Carolyn by the Sea / Suite from "There Will Be Blood"


Although indie and alternative music might aspire toward a certain avant-garde edginess, much of it is, from a music theory standpoint, fairly simplistic. Perhaps its the three-to-four chord punk and folk influences at play. Perhaps its the scene's initial emphasis on DIY ethics and a certain scorn toward polished, overly academic approaches to songwriting. Or perhaps rock n' roll in general will never quite compete on a technical level with Beethoven's symphonies. Regardless, and minus a few post-rock/baroque pop exceptions, music from indie and alternative bands often seems quite distanced from the classical tradition. 

Radiohead guitarist Jonny Greenwood and Bryce Dessner of The National, however, testify to other possibilities for artists typically associated with alt-rock. On a split compilation released through Deutsche Grammophon and Universal Classics, the two present original compositions of elegant, at times harrowing, classical music.

Dessner's three lengthy tracks on the album do make some use of electric guitar. This occasionally reminds listeners of his contributions to The National, particularly around the halfway point of "Raphael." In general though, Dessner has eschewed the electronic influences that accompany many instrumental works performed by contemporary artists associated with rock bands. His gorgeous, ornate, orchestral creations sound timeless and sincere.

Greenwood proves the grimmer of the pair, offering nine shorter pieces from his score to Paul Thomas Anderson's 2007 masterpiece There Will Be Blood. His music is sharper and more malicious than Dessner's, bringing a menacing undercurrent to the fluttering arrangements. "Henry Plainview," with its beehive of strings is particularly unnerving, if not muted on record compared the film's use of the theme. 

Throughout the compilation, both Greenwood and Dessner emerge as accomplished composers. They demonstrate that though experimentation in the arts can be illuminating, at times older notions of beauty resonate even as aesthetic trends, fashions, and priorities change. 

Grade: A-







Album Review: Angel Olsen - Burn Your Fire For No Witness


Angel Olsen's emotive voice effortlessly lends itself to the brokenhearted folk musings that begin Burn Your Fire For No Witness. But when the fat, crunchy, garage rock chords of "Forgiven/Forgotten" stomp onto the second track, Olsen's musical scope emerges as a force far wider and fiercer than first anticipated. After "Hi-Five" finds Olsen's pipes straining into semi-operatic, countrified territory, her extraordinary artistic range becomes all the more impressive.

The Leonard Cohenesque "White Fire" follows its slow-burning charms with the Old West barroom pop of "High & Wild." At one moment, Olsen may sound like an indie reincarnation of Tammy Wynette. In another, she is reminiscent of a contemporary like Sharon Van Etten. Yet for all of the album's stylistic shifts, the production feels unified, and the figure at its center bewitches and hypnotizes.

Olsen, who has collaborated with folk icon Bonnie "Prince" Billy, may well become an icon herself. Burn Your Fire For No Witness balances strength and fragility, frustration and hope, with ethereal ease. Although her record's title might suggest Olsen's work requires no audience to burst brightly, the Missouri-born songwriter is a spectacular talent to behold. 

Grade: A-






Album Review: Broken Bells - After the Disco


Up for round two of his collaboration with star producer Danger Mouse, the Shins' James Mercer has happily resurrected and re-packaged the Bee Gees on Broken Bells' second record. His debt to the Brothers Gibb is most apparent on the duo's first single, "Holding On For Life," an eerie and artfully structured justification of After the Disco's title. Throughout the record, Mercer exhibits a fine falsetto and updates popular disco cliches. 

It would be misleading, however, to label After the Disco Mercer's "Bee Gees" album. Much more vocally varied, indie-infused, theremin-laced, future-minded, and downright melancholic than classic seventies dance anthems, the songs on After the Disco are a delayed hangover from a lost era. The tracks contain excellent pop hooks, but there is a weariness and desperation that muddy the sharply produced fun.

Glumness aside, After the Disco is highly accessible and should have a wide appeal. Mercer and synth-pop mix better than early Shins records ever would have implied. Artists must inevitably evolve to survive, yet it does seem bittersweet to find Mercer so estranged from the subtle loveliness of his younger days. An old song like "New Slang" feels oceans away from Broken Bells' overall mission.

After the Disco is an above-average pop album, with an engaging first single and an inviting eighties-styled opening track ("Perfect World"). On it, Mercer sings "I've got nothing left, it's kind of wonderful." And though After the Disco is musically "kind of wonderful" at times, it's the nothingness at its philosophical core that both elevates the work's artistic complexity and drains it of the exuberance it sometimes needs. 

Grade: B






Album Review: Damien Jurado - Brothers and Sisters of the Eternal Son


Damien Jurado, once known chiefly for his intimate storytelling and somewhat morose (but always beautiful) indie-folk, has been wandering into wider plains as of late. Venturing through the spacey and metaphysical, Jurado has now produced a sequel of sorts to 2012's Maraqopa. A structurally progressive, enviromentally entrancing, and spiritually-minded record, Brothers and Sisters of the Eternal Son is a passionate and playful display of Jurado's stunning songwriting capabilities.

Album opener "Magic Number" sounds something like a James Bond theme performed by a high school marching band on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Its follow-up, "Silver Timothy," continues the tone, delving deeper into the psychedelic sci-fi textures that define Jurado's "Return to Maraqopa." From there, the musician continues to build an ever stranger sonic world that culminates in the stomping fever dream of "Silver Donna."

This, however, is not the final destination of the artist's journey. "Silver Katherine" and "Silver Joy" ("silver" seemingly BASOTES' precious metal of choice), step away from the ethereal and return to the grounded style Jurado has long espoused: earnest lyrics sung to simple arrangements. The album is then rounded out by "Suns in Our Mind," a bright compromise between BASOTES' two stylistic pulls.

Remarkably, running at less than 35 minutes, the record feels as expansive and overflowing as a double LP. Matching aural ambition with humble devotional poetry, Jurado has created a magical music vision and what might be the first essential record of 2014.

Grade: A-






Album Review: Bruce Springsteen - High Hopes


The title of Bruce Springsteen's new album has invited a lot of clever riffing from critics debating whether or not the work lives up to its "high hopes." Though the Boss's "late-career" songs are unlikely to claim the airwaves as tracks from his younger years once did, there is something to be said for critics hoping for greatness from the musician. Springsteen has been known for bridging mass appeal with widespread critical acclaim.

In truth, however, High Hopes doesn't feel like an album made with critics in mind. It isn't novel or inventive or particularly unexpected, yet it is what most fans of Springsteen likely would have wished for. Beginning with the funky jangle of the title track, it automatically connects with the casual listener looking for a good time.

But Springsteen is offering far more than that. High Hopes isn't merely dumb fun. It presents the workingman blues Springsteen perfected with a genuine sense of comradeship with its audience, and a poetic intelligence that never condescends. "Down in the Hole" even provides a strange, ghostly reprieve from the poppy anthems that make up most of the record's middle. 

Although High Hopes might feel corny or overdone at times (did Springsteen really need to rework "The Ghost of Tom Joad?"), the alleged "unevenness" cited in the mixed reviews it has received seem somewhat unfair. There is no half-hearted filler on the album. There is only Bruce Springsteen doing what he loves the way he loves doing it, and his amiable authenticity sounds pretty swell to this critic.

Grade: B






Tonight: Crows and Jays



Join Batavia's Crows and Jays as they perform new songs from their upcoming album Indian Falls. The folk-rockers blend indie and classic Americana influences to form a relaxed riverside rambling sound. The warm alt-country concert will take place tonight at The Waiting Room. Sonny Baker and the Justin Reynolds Band are opening; tickets are $8.






buffaBLOG's Best of 2013: Staff Picks - Favorite Albums Part 1



Jon Krol

David Bowie - The Next Day
Bowie disappeared for nearly a decade before returning with the best album he's released since the 70's. A dynamic, familiar-yet-still-reaching, piece of work that only adds to an already great legacy. Bowie is the representation of all things great and powerful in music. His is art, pop, love, loss, thrill and despair. This album, like Bowie's best, somehow manages to straddle the line between mainstream bubblegum and seedy-city sleaze without compromise. And "Valentine's Day" is one of the best songs he's ever released. Period.


Ryan Wolf

Vampire Weekend - Modern Vampires of the City
I am going to flip-flop what I said earlier in the year. Though I admire Modern Vampires of the City and Push the Sky Away about the same artistically, and both albums have resonated for me throughout 2013, I have to give a slight edge to Vampire Weekend that I granted to Nick Cave a few months ago only because of this: I listened to Modern Vampires more times. The music remains as devilishly catchy as it is profound.

In the end, what I dub the greatest album of 2013 barely matters. But the bold existence of Modern Vampires of the City seems meaningful. Not only did the album turn a good band great, it brought spiritual questions to the forefront of the alternative and indie music scene in a playful but ultimately sincere way. Vampire Weekend did not simply name-drop biblical references for poetic cred: they dealt with contemporary religious crisis as if their very souls were on the line. When the market gets hip, the hip get hungry for something more than merely being cool.


Runners-Up: Push the Sky Away, Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds; Reflektor, Arcade Fire; Perils from the Sea, Mark Kozelek & Jimmy LaValle; AM, Arctic Monkeys


John Hugar

Janelle Monae - Electric Lady
This was not an easy choice -2013 had a ton of albums that could have taken the top honors in a lesser year, but no album in 2013 could match Monae's Electric Lady in terms of sheer ambition and creativity. Imagine if Prince, Outkast, ELO, and Funkadelic all made an album together, and you'd have a rough idea of what were dealing with. Anthems like "Q.U.E.E.N." and the title track manage to be political while not losing anything in danceability, while "Dance Apocalyptic" might be the most purely fun song since "Hey Ya." Really, though, there isn't a weak track on this album. With 19 tracks and a run-time over an hour, the album never drags or ceases to be interesting. A brilliant record from an artist who is probably just getting warmed up.



Nick Sessanna

Pity Sex – Feast of Love
Almost all of my favorite albums are “growers…” That being said, Feast of Love is an excellent album that I really wasn’t expecting to grow attached to. Looking back, had I not given this album the chance it truly deserves, I really would have been missing out. Between the blissful shoegaze of lead single “Wind-Up” and the more subdued bass fuzz of “Keep,” this is an album truly appropriate for all moods. Call it “emogaze” if you will; it’s dirty enough to get you excited when you are happy and moody enough to satisfy any level of deep depression. The true strength of this album comes from co-lead singer Britty Drake – you’ll never hear her belting it out gospel-style, but her delivery on gems like “Hollow Body” is one of the saddest and unreasonably beautiful things I have ever heard. Recommended for fans of noisy shoegaze like My Bloody Valentine, straightforward fuzz rock like Smashing Pumpkins, or pretty much anything emotive you’d expect to hear at a basement show.



Ailsa Forlenza

Unknown Mortal Orchestra - II 
Ever twist in circles while sitting on a swing? So tight that it seems the ropes are about to break, and then when you release, the whirred rush of the world undoes itself and perception ceases for a blissful moment. The release is what this album feels like to me. Guitar riffs that blur and swish a daydream paintbrush across a sonic page, and lyrics that push the boundaries of this album into a psychedelic realm. II lifted my subconscious and implanted a sweet reverie that I can access as soon as I hear "I wish that I could swim and sleep like a shark does/ I'd fall to the bottom and I'd hide til the end of time…"



Cliff Parks

Chvrches - The Bones Of What You Believe 
This debut from the Glasgow electronica is pure perfection from start to finish, a smart sugar rush of exquisitely crafted pop songs built around tasteful synths, undeniable beats, and the stunning vocals of steely Lauren Mayberry. While it wasn't a banner year for woman power and feminism in pop music, Chvrches' Mayberry proved to be a fine and much needed exception. Brilliantly sequenced and executed, this freshmen album came out of nowhere, and ended up owning me this year.



Tom Etu

Tomahawk - Oddfellows
A "supergroup" of musical weirdos, Tomahawk had been silent for years until throwing this rock in the faces of music lovers who like their experimental rock with a side of fucked up. Oddfellows is not the best album of 2013, but it was widely overlooked and light needed to be shed on its grotesquely deformed underbelly. The lyrics take you into the regret of a jailbird and the patience of a sniper, with a few sprinkled references to kinky sex. It almost follows a deranged plotline. Duane Denison can still rock out with his Jesus Lizard out, and Mike Patton can still roar and then croon like a gentleman quicker than you can have a heart attack. The addition of bass player extraordinaire Trevor Dunn to the line-up gives this album a slinky jazz vibe. Sexy and repulsive. 


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Tonight: Dee Adams


Join Buffalo's very own Dee Adams as she takes the floor tonight at the Sportsmen's Tavern. Self-described as "Indigo Girls-meets-Rolling Stones," Adams, who has won numerous local music awards, was once featured in a nationally released fundraising album including tracks from the likes of David Bowie, Tom Waits, and Roseanne Cash. The bubbly, versatile singer-songwriter will be accompanied tonight by Brian Wheat, Justin Williams, and Sonny Baker. Expect storytelling and live collaborations. Doors open at 8pm and tickets are only $3.



buffaBLOG's Best of 2013: Staff Picks - Favorite Songs Part 1



Jeannette Chin

DJ Koze - "Marilyn Whirlwind"
Being someone who likes to listen to electronic music because of the puzzle-piece like configuration of its elements, for me, the release of "Marilyn Whirlwind" marks the debut of a new level of possibilities in bass production. Through the blocky, symmetrical template of its 4/4 thud (via an almost engine-rev like bass and kick), Koze cleverly weaves in a diverse catalog of sounds as the track progresses. And further listens reveal subtle tempo changes and bass chord progressions. It's one of those tracks that appear repetitive on the surface, upon starting it, yet four minutes in you find yourself still listening to it. Pure audio alchemy.



John Hugar

Nine Inch Nails - "Came Back Haunted"
While How To Destroy Angels, and the soundtracks to The Social Network and The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo were certainly compelling, it was great to see Trent Reznor recording music under the Nine Inch Nails banner once again. This was easily the best track off of Hesitation Marks. In classic NIN fashion, the tension build up in the first verse, then is released in the chorus, like pent-up rage being spat at the listener. A well-deserved hit, and Reznor's best single in years.



Cliff Parks

Daft Punk - "Lose Yours"Lose Yourself To Dance (feat. Pharrell and Nile Rodgers) 
Sure "Get Lucky" was the song of the summer before "Blurred Lines" shamefully overshadowed it, but "Lose Yourself To Dance" was it for me this year. Nile Rodgers laid down the best guitar riff of the last few years for this Soul Train line dance worthy jam, and reminded us all why Johnny Marr named his son after him. Daft Punk's ambitious Random Access Memories was loaded with information and an album with a mission, but this jam was it's most straight ahead, pleasurable, and irresistible nugget. 


Steven Gordon

Shark? - "California Grrls"
A YouTube Vortex that either started with Thee Oh Sees or FIDLAR eventually introduced me to Shark? and the song “California Grrls.” It's a dark, guttural surf song made by tongue-in-cheek New Yorkers about a certain west coast sub-species. SPOILER: it's about girls from California. Super snide and catchy and accessible, too; it accounted for probably like 80% of my data plan the last couple months. Maybe I should have just paid for it instead of repeatedly smartphone jukeboxing it, but oh well ya live and ya learn. As a side note, “Minotaur” by Thee Oh Sees and “Cocaine” by FIDLAR are super-close runner-ups.


Jon Krol

The Impossibles- "Come Back" 
I have to give props to fellow buffaBLOG writer, Mike Moretti, for turning me on to this band, and in particular, this track. Heartfelt lyrics, a beast of a chorus, and hooks that made my head spin, I probably listened to this song a hundred times this year. As someone who grew up loving that early 2000's brand of emo-flavored indie rock this was the clear-cut choice. I could have chosen a song that was abstract (esoteric lyrics and the like), or a b-side cut. Perhaps a track without the obvious pop inclinations. But at the end of the day, I know what I like. And this song spoke to me. 


Ryan Wolf

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - "Higgs Boson Blues"
Following my flip-flopping attitude toward my mid-year list, I am swapping out "Ya Hey" for "Higgs Boson Blues." Perhaps the Nick Cave and Vampire Weekend releases are not so different after all as they both deal with spiritual angst, dread, and longing in the Digital Age. Nonetheless, the chilling "ooohs" that propel the "Higgs Boson Blues" plunge deeper into the unnameable than most anything on Vampire Weekend's magnum opus (no easy feat).

The song icily reminds us that Martin Luther King Jr., Robert Johnson, Miley Cyrus, missionaries to Africa, and physicists at the superconductor in Geneva all inhabit the same world, where no thought, idea, or action is truly separable from any other. Great men die, pop stars float in swimming pools, and the universe carries on, fundamentally unaltered by our species' cultural shifts and scientific investigations.

Runners-Up: "Ya Hey," Vampire Weekend; "Afterlife,"Arcade Fire; "Down Down the Deep River," Okkervil River; "I Sat By the Ocean," Queens of the Stone Age



Nick Sessanna

Weatherbox – “Big News”
I have been repping this song all year and I don’t care who knows it. Between the impossibly irresistible guitar riff and singer/mastermind Brian Warren’s abstract-yet-relatable lyrics about how the entire world hates him, there’s really nothing about this song that isn’t flat out awesome. Listen and try not to get the alliterative “who got my bed bangin’ on the back of the board” stuck in your head for the next few hours. Recommended for fans of angular indie rock and 90s emo purists looking for something contemporary with sharp edges. Fans of Archers of Loaf, Say Anything, or Manchester Orchestra won’t be disappointed.



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buffaBLOG Holiday Party Artist Spotlight: SPORTS


Joining us from Rochester, SPORTS bring their game to Buffalo as the second act of buffaBLOG's Holiday Party 2013. Known for their tight indie pop songs, the band have opened for Ra Ra Riot, Beach Fossils, and Wild Nothing. Alternately recalling the Cars, Elvis Costello, and Vampire Weekend, SPORTS blend organ and guitar rock with addictive results. Come party with them on December 21 at Duke's Bohemian Grove Bar as buffaBLOG celebrates a new holiday tradition.





Tonight: Son of the Sun


Local alt-rockers Son of the Sun will be livening up happy hour tonight at the Burchfield-Penney art gallery in an event billed as "Happy Hour with Music." Named a "band to watch for" by The Buffalo News, the group have opened for
Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros, The Tea Party, Blue Oyster Cult, and Our Lady Peace. Entrance to the art gallery is $10 for adults, $5 for students, and free for Burchfield Penney members. The special event runs from 5:30-7:00pm in conjunction with screenings, lectures, and workshops as part of the gallery's "Second Friday" series.




Album Review: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Live from KCRW


Following up one of this year's most mesmerizing records with a last-minute live album, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds have remained fully engaged as of late. Comments about aging and fine wine aside, the band have never sounded sharper and cleaner. Their restrained performance at the popular LA radio station KCRW only cements the latest phase in Cave's artistic maturity. 

Given her media dominance in 2014, the songwriter's lyrics about Miley Cyrus now seem even more relevant than when they first emerged months ago, so perhaps it is fitting that the album opens with the extraordinary "Higgs Boson Blues" (wherein "Hannah Montana does the African Savannah"). This is followed by the gorgeous "Far From Me" and a period in which Cave tries to take audience requests. He ultimately lands on "Stranger Than Kindness" from 1986.

When Cave breaks into "The Mercy Seat," his most popular anthem, it receives the quiet treatment, a great distance from the terrifying soul-angst of the death row original. Although the drop in intensity might frustrate some, the grace with which Cave performs reflects the style and character of his recent work. Through the side-project Grinderman, Cave proved he can still rock as hard as anyone, but there is something to be said for his subtler side.

Live from KCRW is, in fact, almost entirely an expression of this "subtler side." "And No More Shall We Part" and "Wide Lovely Eyes" sound beautiful under the swell of Cave's croon and the subdued instrumentation that propel the songs onward. The background vocals on "Mermaids" mimic mythic siren calls before moving to the lounge piano of "People Ain't No Good."

The record ends with the haunted "Push the Sky Away" and a rousing, impromptu take on "Jack the Ripper" (the double LP release also includes two other renditions -- "Into My Arms" and "God is in the House"). With "Jack the Ripper" finally allowing the band to indulge a bit, the live recording feels complete and Christmas-ready.

Grade: B+





buffaBLOG's Best of 2013: Staff Picks - Favorite Shows Part 1


Editor's Note: As part of our best of 2013 coverage, we asked our staff to write about their favorite live shows of 2013. Shows did not have to take place in Buffalo to be included on this list. Part 2, posted on Dec 5th, can be read here.


Ailsa Forlenza
Jeff Mangum @ Babeville in Buffalo, NY, January 19th

Me: Who is that homeless looking man, with the beard? The one who came through?
Friend: Oh, who knows? Look!
Jeff Mangum walks by, with a puppy. We ogle and try to pet puppy. He pulls away and gives a dirty look.
Other friend: That was Jeff Mangum, guys.

Besides being thoroughly humiliated and probably ruining Jeff Mangum’s mood for the next twenty minutes after that, this show was incredible. Babeville is the perfect venue to house this legend, especially in the upstairs church level. That space is made for aching vocals to soar and pinch every part of you. “My Dream Girl Don’t Exist” blew my brains out. I left reborn.

Jaz Fraizer
Well Worn Boot @ Nietzsche's in Buffalo, NY, July 20th

The first time I saw Well Worn Boot at Nietzsche’s, I felt like I was peeking into someone’s kinky bedroom. That’s probably the best description I can attribute to these guys (I’m super proud of that, by the way). The crowd was thick, with plenty of people to mosh against. And was there ever moshing.


Cliff Parks

Phoenix @ Grove Music Festival in Toronto, ON, August 3rd

I really wanted to go with Wild Nothing with Lesionread at the Tralf but I couldn't deny that for the duration of Phoenix's hour long headlining set I jumped around with insane, reckless abandon as they tore through a set that weaved together nuggets from across their career into a satisfying musical movement with wit, interludes, and dramatic crescendos. Nobody held anything back: the band was energetic and generous and the crowd responded in kind, and it was a joyous and wonderful experience that bordered on being out of body. I'd waited years to see Phoenix and they were gloriously, magnificently worth the wait.


Nick Torsell

Actress @ The Orange Peel in Asheville, NC, October 26th

Actress’ music reminds me of fragile light, the type that seeps in through blinds when it’s overcast. The light is fragile and porous, barely illuminating what’s inside the room. Occasionally, the sun peeks out and it illuminates the contents of the space in golden relief, only to lose it when the sun’s rays weaken. If you were at the Orange Peel the week before Halloween, you got a glimpse of the tall, thin producer as he stepped onstage to smoky red stage light, settling in behind a minimal set-up, only to see him disappear soon after as the lights went off, the only thing visible now an opaque half-eaten apple branding his laptop. I’d be hard pressed to tell you exactly what he played, instead of recreating full tracks live, he was disassembling bits and pieces of material from three albums as well as the yet to be released Ghettoville, in order to put them back together again in new ways. It’s difficult for me to call it dance music, but when the drum machines and sonic flourishes would lock together to approach melody, you could feel the crowd exhale and begin to loosen, and then shifting their concentration from the head to the body. More than any other show this year, it played with my notion of the artist and the audience, the expectation versus the reality.



John Hugar

Blondie/X @ The Rapids Theater in Niagara Falls, NY, September 6th

A killer combo of one of LA's legendary punk bands, and one of the leaders of the CBGB's scene in New York, any fan of old school punk lost their mind at this show. X came out first and brought and blew through an energetic set of classics like "Johnny Hit & Run Paulene," "The New World," and "Los Angeles." John Doe and Exene Cervenka proved they're still the most dynamic duo and punk, while Billy Zoom's rockabilly-influenced guitar stylings are as thrillng as ever. Then Blondie took the stage, with Debbie Harry showed that at 68, she's as fabulous as ever. After opening with "One Way Or Another," Blondie played many of their huge hits, like "Call Me," "The Tide Is High," and "Rapture." A particular high point of the set was an emotional rendition of Ellie Goulding's "Lights." When Blondie finally ended the night with their 1979 single "Dreaming," everyone's feet were tired from a night of relentless dancing. This was an amazing show that two of the best bands from punk's early days are as strong as ever.


Steven Gordon
Swans @ The Tralf in Buffalo, NY, July 26th

Not sure if I should call Swans' appearance at the Tralf a show, or an art installation. The loose change in my pocket, the drink in my my hand, and my own central nervous system were all violently wiggling from the ridiculously loud, bass and drum heavy proto-post-rock pioneers. I mean, I'm art-damaged and intentionally-into Noise, but these fellas' onslaught of atypical, anti-cathartic song structure and brutal decibel assault definitely made me want to spray barf or at least run outside for like a thousand cigarettes, but like in a good way. Ish. One of the most challenging demonstrations of art I'm likely to've ever encountered. And I was deaf for days.

Travis Kowalski
Macklemore & Ryan Lewis @ First Niagara Center in Buffalo, NY, November 9th

It was just a few weeks ago the the 'Heist World Tour' featuring Macklemore & Ryan Lewis stopped in Buffalo to perform arguably some of this year's most listened jams. Admittedly, I am not their biggest fan nor was I a huge follower of the openings acts Talib Kweli and Big K.R.I.T., however, the dynamic energy at their show closed a chapter for the many great concerts I have seen this year, making it my personal favorite of 2013. Nothing brings family and friends closer than being arm to arm in a pit, which is why the gig at the First Niagara Center holds a special weight, as it was the first time all of my brothers have been able to attend a concert together.

The hip-hop duo performed their hits "Thrift Shop," "Can't Hold Us," and "White Walls," but they also surprised fans with a guest appearance by UK singer/songwriter Ed Sheeran during the performance of "Same Love." Even more compelling was how Macklemore delivered mini speeches about his personal struggles with alcohol and marijuana in between some songs. Whereas some rappers neglect current social issues for talk about "big booty hoes" or "bad bitches," the legitimacy in his lyrics end up putting him a step above currently unpurposed rappers like 2 Chainz. 

My overall impression was that the show was high powered and executed excellently with a wide array of song diversity, somewhat ample security, given the amount of people, and constantly filled with energy through a surprise guest appearances making it the perfect transition into the end of the year holiday season.



Ryan Wolf
Josh Ritter @ Asbury Hall in Buffalo, NY, April 13th
Although Josh Ritter’s performance was not flashy or intense or avant-garde, it was pure. Never have I seen a musician so happy to be on stage, sharing his music others. The man had just gone through a divorce (and written an album about it), but there was nothing in his act to suggest bitterness. If anything, Ritter was full of raw joy, unable to conceal his smile during even the most serious songs. If only we all could love our professions that much.



Tonight: The Buffalo Folk Heroes Album Release


The Buffalo Folk Heroes live out their namesake. A collective of area musicians featuring members of The Albrights, Country-Punk Extravaganza, and Second Trip, the band play, as the bartender from The Blues Brothers would say "both kinds of music" (country and western), much of it about the Queen City. Tonight the joint-stock songwriting company will perform at 9pm at the Sportsmen's Tavern to celebrate the release of their first album. Tickets for the downtown ho-down are $7. Donations for Music is Art will be collected at the lively, pro-Buffalo event.








Album Review: Shearwater - Fellow Travelers


Covers albums generally aren't considered the height of artistic achievement. While there certainly have been covers that gain more traction and popularity than their source songs (from Aretha Franklin's "Respect" to Hendrix's "All Along the Watchtower"), the idea of a "covers album" more often than not suggests a cop-out. Though the Beatles and the Stones might have started out playing mainly covers, the bands were still learning and honing their craft. More established musicians (take Rod Stewart for instance) might get away with reaching back into the past for entire records worth of inspiration, but there still lingers a sense that the artists have lost creative steam.

Austin, TX's Shearwater, fronted by Okkervil River alumni Jonathan Meiburg, seems to completely sidestep any of the preceding concerns. Reaching to frame their cover album as an organic-sounding, unified work, Shearwater genuinely claim the songs they steal as their own sonic property. All of the tracks performed are significantly re-shaped into fluid "Shearwater songs."

Though it might superficially seem that Shearwater's absorption of the music of others is semi-parasitic, Fellow Travelers is ultimately an innovative tribute to those who have shared the road with the band. Each of the chosen covers can be traced back to acts that Shearwater has either opened for (see Coldplay) or headlined with. The Austinites even throw in a fresh duet with Sharon Van Etten for good measure, again re-considering the idea of "fellow travelers."

Fellow Travelers might not rise above its "cover album" status, but it does wear the stigmatized badge with charming pride. It's a joy to revisit the songwriting of underrated musicians like Xiu Xiu and The Folk Implosion, to witness how solidly structured their work is regardless of who is singing. But perhaps more original gems from Shearwater would have been more welcome?

Grade: B