Noise electronic dance shaman Colin Ward of Alphabets has just released his 47th solo album. He is 24 years old. He currently resides in Denver, Colorado where he is co-curator of the longest running DIY space in the country: Rhinoceropolis. He is a creator of avant garde comedic YouTube sketches & contributor to spiritualist pamphlets/zines.
He also sends emails to businesses asking them if he can do "a media number rundown" on some of their "high performing sales items" & emails them a photograph of a super enlarged human scalp with a baby floating upside down & the word "Dove" written in cursive script in the upper right-hand corner. I asked him to send me some info about the album & his personal growth as an artist / personality & he sent me 26 screenshots of human females having sex With Each Other in nature. Some of you may recognize him from our show together at the Hop Inn, where he lept up & balanced, effortlessly, onto the corner of a very flimsy plastic table while simultaneously singing & pushing buttons on an SP555. I asked him what he thought about Buffalo & he said "The people who hate you love you too much here. It's f*cked up." Yes it is Colin. Yes it is. His brand new album Thru tha Rip was released last week. I'm not trying to sound disingenuous, but after having toured with this kid, one sees how really unique his talent is and it's hard to stay objective, as former Rhino curator Travis Egedy (Pictureplane) points out in a review for Adhoc here. I suggest wandering through his *VAST* catalog. I'm sure you will find PLENTY of gems that surprise & inspire you. Love ya Buffalo, Stay perfect :::: Yes Yes (your ex-pat in Seoul)
Buffalo freak-folk ex-pat, Michael Ersing (a.k.a. Yes Yes) hasn't played in town in a while, but that doesn't mean the guy hasn't been busy. About a year ago he headed to Georgia to record the gospel-infused Dogstar! Heal Your Weightlessness! in a sweaty bedroom-studio with a cluster of vocal accompanists. The record caught a bit of buzz (it was shouted-out by blogs like Verbicide and Consequence of Sound - check out our own review here), and since then, Ersing has been steadily spreading his message of love and extraterrestrial spirituality across the South, Midwest, and West Coast.
During this latest leg of touring, Yes Yes will be disseminating a new record, New Pure White Gods/Motherphucking Art Trash 5D. The EP (which you can download HERE) follows in the same minimal folk vein as Dogstar! while steadily exploring new ground. Though "ground" might not be the right word; while it's predecessor was clearly an open, social foray - with 20 or so vocalists backing Ersing with wild chants and sing-alongs - White Gods instead retreats internally. It's clearly a more personal outing for the songwriter, who's more mature and reserved and seemingly quite comfortable on his own. There are still accompanists, to be sure, but where Dogstar! at times conveyed a collective atmosphere, this EP conveys only the content of the songs and the inner-workings of their creator.
And where Dogstar! jumped, stylistically, weaving an often-jagged tapestry of sub-genres, White Gods' greatest strength comes in it's consistency. All of the artist's trademarks are present - found sounds, fast-fast-FAST poetry rattle-offs, whistling, incidental chatter, and pretty vocal melodies - but not one at a time, track by track as was the case so often before. Here, these style elements coalesce within each and every song, such that it seems Yes Yes has arrived at His Own Sound.
Reviews are inevitably going to (continue to) compare Yes Yes to the likes of Devendra Banhart, Andrew Bird, and Daniel Johnston. I do so as well because, 1) as a blogger, I have to remain marginally derivative, albeit in THIS meta way; and, 2) they are, indeed, astute comparisons. It's self-recorded, minimal, folky, and sincere. But it's also indelibly original. Yes Yes isn't scheduled to appear in Buffalo in the foreseeable future, but keep an eye on his dates. Don't miss an opportunity to cross paths, support this Buffalonian-in-exile, and pick up a copy of the stellar new EP.
July 16| San Fran**
Jul 17|8:00pm Vintage Wine Bar Redding, CA
Jul 18|7:00pm Mountaintop Concert (secret...ask around) Medford, OR
Jul 19|8:00pm Black Forest Eugene, OR
Jul 20|9:30pm Robin Hood Pub Union, WA
Jul 21|9:00pm El Norte Seattle, WA
Jul 22|6:30pm Der Hinterhof Leavenworth, WA
Jul 28|7:00pm Dawson Creek Art Gallery Dawson Creek, BC
Thee Oh Sees – Castlemania: There are so many good things about
Thee Oh Sees: an insane rate of musical output, notorious live
performances, profoundly debauched aesthetics, and a propensity for
gradual innovation despite inherent stylistic simplicity. The group
started a decade or so ago as the artistic vehicle for
guitarist/vocalist/flutist John Dwyer. As the full group slowly
solidified, they became a wailing, garage-psych powerhouse, leveling
both the strongest of minds and the dingiest of dives. A
predominantly solo effort from Dwyer, Castlemania was only the first of two
full-lengths Thee Oh Sees released in 2011. But it reminded us that,
one: you don't have to be into grindcore to appreciate grotesque,
green monster album art motifs; and two: Dwyer can write some catchy,
bad-trip pop, even if the rest of the OCs aren't around.
Honorable Mention
The Found - III: I had wanted to avoid local shout-outs, because there are some dope local acts that could easily dominate this list. I really spent more time attending local shows and listening to Buffalo records this year than national ones, and among the many highlights was The Found's third record, released a few months back. Each member of this band might be the city's nastiest at their respective instruments, and this 17-track helping of funk-infused power prog is so head-bending... listening to it is like finding out Iron Butterfly is your real father. All the members. You know what I mean.
“Witchhunt Suite for WWIII” by Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti : I sorta feel like it's cheating to pick
“Witchhunt Suite” as my favorite “song” of 2011. For one, the
track is just a revisit of a 2006 basement tape. Second, it's more of
a sixteen-minute opus than a song. But even the artist's apex
release, 2010's Before Today, was primarily a full-band rehashing of
Pink's earlier solo recordings – even the single “Round and
Round” was just an updated treatment of the old demo “Frontman/
Hold On (I'm Calling).” “Witchhunt Suite” is an
allzu-Americana-impaired reflection on our post-9/11, collective
brain damage, framed within a disfiguring mirror of hyper-media
saturation in The West's Consumerist, Late 20th Century
Zenith. And how can you do that in under fifteen minutes? ...Call a
sitter right now and watch the video to see what I mean.
Honorable Mention
"Shut Up" by Jhameel: A fellow buffaBLOGGER brought this joint to my attention over the summer, and all of my mixtapes were forever changed. With its sturdy disco beat, catchy hooks, and that gnarly Jhameel scream, I haven't been able to find a body that won't start involuntarily dancing to this jam.
Purity Ring, Love Scenes, Early Attic at Mohawk Place (August 23, 2011): I'd hated hard on this band for a while
before the Mohawk Place show. With a half-million Soundcloud hits and
a bevy of blog-love before they ever even performed, I figured Purity
Ring was all hype and I planned to just sit this one out. But when
they started their Mohawk Place set, I ate my own words. Heavy glitch
beats, devastating lights, and banter that grounded the experience
with an integral, saccharine innocence. Even if Corin Roddick's
light-bulb-and-pipe “device” didn't actually generate sound –
and was just for looks as I semi-suspect – it was still an
impressive, compelling show. Support from local pop duo Love Scenes
was an adept pairing, but I missed Early Attic's opening set,
because, for once, a Buffalo show started on time.
Honorable Mention:
Laughing Eye Weeping Eye, Cinnamon Aluminum, YesYes HeavenTongue at Soundlab (June 11, 2011): This show reminded me of why I first fell in love with Soundlab; suspiciously low turnouts, uncomfortably
open-minded vibes, and deeply unsettling music projects make for a perfect hotbed of weirdness. LEWE stranged things up with their circuit-bending chant opera, followed by an acoustic set by rapid-fire poet YesYes, who was surrounded by a cult of vocal accompanists, and the night ended with the synth-jungle trio Cinnamon Aluminum, who were joined by friends for a rousing set of brain-scraping pop. Afterwards, I felt as though I'd beheld the maddening machinations of Nyarlathotep, and spilled, with a newfound schizophrenia, out into the yawning mouth of oblivion that is the Buffalo streets.
I'm not sure if I've just been watching too much History Channel, but I'm starting to think that Mike Ersing might be in contact with extraterrestrials. As the leader of Yes Yes, he sings songs about ascension and the stars all-too convincingly, with all too much compelling purpose, and it's hard to not feel entranced when listening.
Yes Yes' latest offering, Dogstar! Heal Your Weighlessness!, is some of the artist's most transcendental, and downright enjoyable, music yet. And to capture it, Ersing traveled from his home in Buffalo to Savannah, Georgia and crammed 20 or so backup vocalists into a tiny bedroom studio for two months. The result is a cross between baroque pop, gospel, and folk, with a genuine, collective feel. You can hear the group joking around and hollering affirmations to each other during songs, and at the center, Ersing is strumming like mad, whistling, and belting out soulful glissandos and vibratos. It's like Comus being fronted by Andrew Bird or folk-era Marc Bolan.
Dogstar! (which is available on iTunes) jumps freely between styles without any disruption of it's coherency, from the tambourine chant “Shaking Wind,” sung as a round by mostly female vocalists, to the mad beat poetry frenzy of “Moksha” - an homage to Dylan's “Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie,” with a machine-gun delivery that would make Busta Rhymes' head explode. Even on “A Poem, by Sean Cabral,” which is reminiscent of John Peel's reading at the end of “Frowning Atahuallpa,” there is a sense of celestial uniformity to the record.
There's a couple covers here, too. The album's title song is actually just Ersing's rendition of “Take Me to the River,” though he adds his own unpredictable touch and is backed by a bona fide southern gospel choir. And, on the quality spectrum, Yes Yes' version of “True Love Will Find You In The End,” sits comfortably in between Beck's version and Daniel Johnston's original.
Despite the resurgence of chamber pop over the past few years, Dogstar! stands out for coming across as intensely inspired, and the warm, inclusive feel of the collective invites the listener to leave their ego at the door and join in. And it might be in part because of the trend that Yes Yes is starting to turn heads (as in this Consequence of Sound mention). But while many new-minstrel acts probably got their start after groups like The Decemberists or Fleet Foxes started to receive favorable reviews, there is an inescapable authenticity here, like the sound is informed more by ancient astronauts than Upper West Coast faulk bands.
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