Heard
Here
The Faint
Danse Macabre
As
a rule, I do not like dance music. Even more vehemently, I oppose
the sort that so absurdly attempts to masquerade as rock and roll.
I generally cringe when I hear a human voice muttering trite catch-phrase
filtered through a slew of irritating studio effects. Indeed, that
terrifying and all-too-familiar combination of chilly drum machine
beats, fuzzy bass and swirl of soulless analog keyboards has been
known to chase me from the Sco on quarter beers night. While
I can concede that some dance music is of a much higher quality
than the cloying low-grade trance that booms from Harkness windows,
the artificial nature of the genre prevents me from enjoying it
on the powerfully visceral level reserved for the best rock and
roll.
Yet The Faints aptly titled Danse Macabre effortlessly manages
to transcend my typical degree of disdain. Hailing from Nebraska,
this inventive quintet synthesizes slick keyboard hooks, sharp guitar
licks and pounding electronic drums within a noisy punk aesthetic
to create a unique soundscape infinitely more intriguing than the
comparatively banal synth pop produced by those like New Order.
Unleashing a sinister barrage of spooky vocal wails, edgy cacophonic
outbursts and the proper dosage of neo-gothic drama, The Faint crackle
with a startling intensity on such songs as Let the Poison
Spill from Your Throat and Ballad of a Paralyzed Citizen.
All the tunes are quite solid. Nonetheless, I was most fond of Agenda
Suicide, primarily for the tastefully propulsive rhythm guitar
and the ferocious muffled screams at the songs ominous conclusion.
I would like to urge Concert Board (or whoever is in charge of booking
bands these days) to bring The Faint to one of Oberlins dazzling
venues. Ive heard they are a fantastic live experience.
-Andrew Simmons
St. Lunatics
Free City
Just
four years ago, the founding members of the St. Lunatics were, like
many of us here at Oberlin, a few years out of high school and uncertain
about their future. Nelly worked at the post office, Kyjuan at Lambert
International Airport, Murphy Lee at Office Max and City Spud at
McDonalds. The group had a promising single, Gimme What
You Got on the local St. Louis airwaves, and not much else.
Seven million albums (and a kings ransom in platinum chains)
later, the St. Lunatics are writing tunes like Icey
and Dis Iz Da Life. They followed up Nellys solo
smash Country Grammar with the equally sing-songy Free City. The
albums title refers not only to the groups regional
pride, We got space out hur; we can ride and chief,
but to their incarcerated fifth member City Spud, who is now serving
10 years in northeast Missouris Boonville Correctional Facility
for his involvement in a marijuana-related shooting. Spud, who produced
and raps on the Billboard smash/Sco anthem Must Be the
Money, is collecting seven-figure royalties he cant
touch while in prison. The rest of the group, however, continues
to sell-out nationwide venues with Destinys Child on the TRL
Tour and film videos such as Midwest Swang, equally
successful on MTV and BET.
While the Lunatics are no exception to the rap industrys now-tiring
cycle of releasing self-prophesying lyrics of grandeur and riches,
which materialize for only a select few, there is an undeniable
musical substance (if not formula) that is the cause of their success
setting them apart from other rap acts out today. Country Grammar
established Nelly as one of the smoothest, freshest MCs in
all of hip-hop, let alone the radio-friendly domain he came to inhabit.
Where Jadakiss has so many bags of money that they cant fit
in the bank, the exceedingly clever Nelly went from broke to having
brokers.
The tradition continues on Free City giving all of the Tics
a chance to strut their stuff on their distinctive bass-booming
yet tingy tracks. The group brings their own unique slant to the
clichés of rap culture. Almost every chorus is sing-a-long
worthy and verses are chock full of clever flossing and funny pop-culture
reference. On Okay Kyjuan raps, My whole staff
love to laugh and count money, on the couch hands in our pants like
Al Bundy. Confident as any group, Lunatics do what Cash Money
and No Limit do, but with more wit, flare and melody. Master Ps
latest We Bout Dat groans to its own demise, but the
Tics make it still fun to be gangsta. And Nelly takes his
style to the next level with a flow that can only be described as
hurt so good. When he rhymes on Let Me in Now
its as if his own tightness has brought him to tears, Im
in the White House, buck naked and iced out, with the lights out,
and Im turnin yo wife out. If you liked
Nelly, the rest of his U. City crew wont disappoint. Split
a Dutch and listen to what the STL has to offer.
-Jonah Landman
Ivy
Long Distance
Ivys
third release, Long Distance, is a pop rarity: though the albums
overall tone is rather bleak and somber, the music is so light and
charming that itll make you want to lie in the fading September
sun and write love poems. The biggest distraction is the albums
tendency to slip too far into a remote ennui that provides lovely
background music while leaving a listener bewildered in the beautiful
chaos of it all.
And Ivy is all about pop. The fact that Adam Schlesinger is in the
band makes this all too apparent; Schlesinger may be better known
for his work with Fountains of Wayne and also for writing many of
the songs for the soundtrack of That Thing You Do, including the
title track. Ivy is perhaps Schlesingers outlet for a more
deliberate sound; theres none of the FOW goofiness here.
The 13 tracks maintain a lo-fi vibe that, while remaining true to
guitar-pop ethics, throws lively horns, violin and keyboards into
the mix. The most important feature of Ivy remains Dominique Durands
leisurely vocals that slide effortlessly from one elusive melody
to the next and add the emotion these songs were intended to effect.
Durand sings with a subdued French accent which is perhaps the component
that keeps every songs focus on her voice, even though her
delivery of the ethereal lyrics often comes across as cold and detached.
Edge of the Ocean is a daydream of haunting piano and
guitar effects backed by an understated but groovy drum loop and
harmonized sha la las. The lyrics fit the music well as Durand sings,
Theres a place I dream about/Where the sun never goes
out/And the sky is deep and blue/Wont you take me there with
you?
Pushing this theme even further is the albums absolute best
song, While Were in Love, which is simultaneously
mesmerizing and disturbing. While were in love well
bleed each other dry/Well hold each other close/Well
make each other cry. Its a hopelessly depressing song,
but the keyboard effects and upbeat tempo resonate a sedate blissfulness
thatll make you want to sing along with the dark lyrics anyway.
Long Distance is not solely about depression, though. Ivy does attempt
to be happy with songs like the catchy Lucy Doesnt Love
You and danceable Midnight Sun; however, these
songs have a more synthetic, forced feel to them and dont
necessarily warrant a repeat listen.
When its all over, Long Distance is a beautiful collection
of urban pop hymns. Each tune is meticulously crafted and stylistically
tight. Ivy has a knack for melody that infects every song on the
album, even though the mood is often less-than cheerful.
-Kari Wethington
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