Coming Attractions
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Cheap Trick, ELO Kiddies, Budokan, Heaven Tonight, At Budokan on July 8, 2010 by jnagle4The Gaslight Anthem: American Slang
Posted in Music, Reviews with tags Gaslight Anthem, Rolling Stone, Brian Fallon, Alex Rosamilia, Alex Levine, Benny Horowitz, New Jersey, SideOneDummy, American Slang, The Boxer, Queen of North Chelsea on July 7, 2010 by jnagle4
“We were always waiting for something to happen.”
-The Gaslight Anthem, “Great Expectations”
Something has happened. The Gaslight Anthem has gone from a promising young rock band to the Next Big Thing. They have gone from playing small clubs in their native New Jersey to playing “The ’59 Sound” with Bruce Springsteen in England. The greatest of expectations have been heaped upon American Slang, and it largely lives up to the hype.
It’s hard to listen to American Slang without thinking of Bruce Springsteen’s breakthrough, Born to Run. Both records are about leaving your comfort zone and moving to bigger and better things. But while Born to Run is about leaving to escape the small town, American Slang is more optimistic. The Gaslight Anthem have left New Jersey not because of extenuating circumstances, but because they want to see what is beyond their world.
The title track will draw some comparisons to “Great Expectations,” but there are several key differences. In “Great Expectations,” Fallon was restless because he didn’t know how to get out of his situation. He’s restless in “American Slang,” because he’s getting ready to move on. He lays it on the all on the line in the first couple verses, “I seem to be coming out of my skin/Look what you’ve forgotten here/the bandages won’t keep me in.” Instead of sounding urgent, the guitars ring out. He spent the first two records preparing for this moment and now he’s finally ready.
Now that the band is moving away from their Jersey roots, the punk influence of the first two records is slightly toned down. Alex Rosamilia’s guitar playing is still driving, but it jangles rather than crackles. Instead of bashing the drums, Ben Horowitz playing is more reserved and tasteful. The streamlined sound puts more of an emphasis on the choruses, which are even bigger than The ’59 Sound. “The Boxer” begins with the chorus chanted over sparse drum beats, anticipating audience participation
The band was listening to a lot of vintage soul while making this album and it shows. Fallon’s singing is smoother, with a hint of gospel. On “The Queen of Lower Chelsea,” the music is mixed in the back, with the emphasis on the vocals. The lyrics are hopeful, but there is a hint of sadness when he sings, “nothing is free/not even me.”
But maybe it isn’t sadness, but wistfulness. The Gaslight Anthem is in a precarious position. Two years ago they were still four kids from Jersey, psyched to get a cover story on AP. Now they are regularly featured in Rolling Stone. Some fans may balk at the sound of the new record, complaining that it’s no longer punk rock. The guitars don’t buzz like they did on Sink or Swim, but the heart of this band is still a mile wide. The sound is bigger and more polished, but The Gaslight Anthem hasn’t forgotten who brought them to the dance.
Sleigh Bells 7/1/2010
Posted in Music, Reviews with tags Alexis Klauss, Crown on the Ground, Derek Miller, Infinity Guitars, Kids, lo-fi, noise pop, Ottobar, Sleigh Bells, Treats on July 6, 2010 by jnagle4
I wasn’t surprised when Sleigh Bells sold out The Ottobar. The Ottobar is the hippest rock club in Baltimore, and Sleigh Bells is generating a ton of critical buzz. In this case, the critical buzz is warranted because they made a great record. However, when a band generates such attention, you get a lot of people that go so they can say “I saw Sleigh Bells at a tiny club in Baltimore. They were rough around the edges, but you knew they were going to be something special.” Music geeks are suckers for such anecdotes, present company included.
I went to the show with pre-conceived notions of what it would be, and Sleigh Bells exceeded my expectations in every possible way.
Sleigh Bells’ show had something that is absent in 99 percent of the shows I see: mystique. All the critical praise in the world cannot give you that. They were able to grab the audience from the first note of the intro. The intro has become a lost art. Some people write them off as pretentious and unnecessary, but I think it’s the opposite. When an intro is done correctly, it builds the tension to a fever pitch. The crowd holds its breath because they are waiting to see the object of their desire. When the artist finally appears, there is an audible release.
Sleigh Bells’ intro was perfectly executed. The lights went down and there was a roar. A monologue played over the PA as the roar got louder. When the monologue ended, guitarist Derek Miller appeared onstage, playing several riffs. The crowd got louder, but the release wasn’t quite there. He continued playing the riff, with the volume increasing each time. Then the riff broke, and the unmistakable machine gun beat of “Tell ‘Em” came through. Here was the release. The crowd went nuts as Alexis Krauss ran onstage.
Since Alexis Krauss is the frontwoman, conventional wisdom says that she would have a spotlight. She’s a pretty girl, after all. Wrong. The stage was bathed in red, purple or strobe light. You never saw Krauss’ or Miller’s face. If her face ever came close to being exposed, she tossed her hair or turned her back to the audience. You saw an outline of a girl running across the stage. You saw two outlines meeting each other and then backing away. You saw an outline climb a stack of amps.
Based on that description, you would think that Krauss and Miller are detached from their audience. On the contrary, there was little physical division between the band and the audience. Krauss jumped offstage and sang in the middle of the pit and interacted with fans in the front row. However, when she sensed she was giving too much away, she took a step back. She successfully walked the line between total accessibility and mysterious restraint.
Derek Miller is the opposite of Alexis Krauss. While she got the crowd riled up, Miller hung in the shadows, hitting his Gibson SG with precise bursts. He stretched out every note, letting them linger as long as possible before banging it again. The interplay between Krauss and Miller was fascinating to watch. It reminded me of the onstage relationship of Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselic. One was insular and focused, while the other played the part of the rock hero. However, the thing that really struck me was how often Krauss approached Miller; as if she was drawing power from his guitar, and she was the physical extension of what he was playing.
Sleigh Bells were onstage for only 45 minutes and they made every second count. Instead of beating the crowd into the ground, they left them wanting more. When they left the stage, I asked myself what I just saw. That is always a good sign.
Happy Early 4th!
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Aloha From Hawaii, An American Trilogy, Elvis Presley, jumpsuir, The King on July 2, 2010 by jnagle4
Insubordination Fest: Day 2
Posted in Essays, Music, Reviews with tags Blacklist Royals, Insubordination Fest, Sonar, Insubordination Records, pop punk, Beatnik Termites, Smoking Popes, Less Than Jake, Deep Sleep on June 30, 2010 by jnagle4
When I woke up on Saturday morning, it took me a while to process the day ahead. Eleven hours at Sonar. I took a deep breath, rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and rolled out of bed. I was drained from the night before, and I’d only gotten my feet wet. I arrived at Sonar a little after 1:00. I ran into a couple I met during the Flamingo Nosebleeds’ set. They were eating pizza and drinking Slurpees with the same glazed look I had. The girl had only gotten three hours of sleep and blisters on her feet. She took one last slurp and then went inside.
The setup remained the same as the night before, except the hamburger stand moved into the alley. The only way to get to the alley was through the back of the lounge, which was up three steps. A security guard had to get my food. This was a minor hiccup, but it was slightly annoying. They should have had one stand inside and one in the alley. The burger was decent; hot and fresh with melty cheese.
Before we get to the music, I have a confession to make. After the Beatnik Termites’ set, I went to the lounge to see Deep Sleep. I went to a vacant corner of the bar, where I promptly fell asleep. I woke up to a middle-aged woman offering me a brownie. It was delicious…I think. Thank you.
I moved around more on the second day trying to see as many bands as I could. Here are the ones that made the biggest impression.
- The Beatnik Termites: The Beatnik Termites are technically a punk band, but not really. Electric doo-wop would be a much better term. Simple songs about the joys and fears of teenage romance played at maximum decibels. Their set was a ton of fun.
- Zapoteks: These guys weren’t on my radar until I met the drummer backstage. We had a conversation about cricket. I still have no idea how to play it. It’s interesting to note that most bands on the bill had a distinctly American sound and sensibility. The Zapoteks were British, and they sounded like it. The riffs weren’t slow, but they weren’t delivered in a rapid fire pace either. The singer had a Cockney affectation, and they whooped like a pack of soccer hooligans. It was a nice change of pace.
- Blacklist Royals: Fast tempo + big choruses + ‘50s retro vibes = Awesome band.
- Teenage Bottlerocket: The first headlining band of the evening. Teenage Bottlerocket were four superballs let loose. They jumped, ran and hit their guitars with a childlike zeal. The crowd responded by slam dancing and stage diving.. Kids ran up onstage and dove into a pulsing sea of humanity. It got dicey a few times, but nobody got hurt. When the band and crowd are feeding off each other, it always creates magic.
- The Smoking Popes: The crowd was drained after Teenage Bottlerocket, so it took a little while for them to warm up to the Popes, but the more relaxed atmosphere suited the band. One of the things that I admired about their set was how unpretentious it was. They got onstage and they played their songs. Again, there was no disconnect between the band and their audience.
- Less Than Jake: The headliners. Less Than Jake are really good at what they do. They have fun songs and tons of energy. However, my tolerance for ska is limited, especially when I am exhausted. I stayed for half their set and decided to beat the crowd. They brought it though, and they are worth seeing live. I would have enjoyed it more if it wasn’t 1:00 in the morning.
Overall Thoughts: The main thing I took away from Insubordination Fest was the feeling of community. Everyone was there to have good time and support each other, which is the complete opposite of the average corporate rock fest. If you are a fan of punk rock and have never experienced it, grab a couple friends and be prepared to mosh.
Author’s note: I would like to personally thank Chris Thacker of Insubordination Records for hooking me up with VIP passes.
