The Other Half of the Answer (Gabe talks about what music he loved this year, part 3)

Here you go. The albums which helped this year.

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This is a no-nonsense album, so I’ll give it a no-nonsense write-up. This album is ten tracks long. Eight of those tracks are as great as you might’ve hoped, were someone to say Helium and Sleater Kinney (and, fine, the Minders, but I’ve never met anyone not from Portland who listened to the Minders) and ROCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK. These songs will get you drunk and jumpy, they will make you dance or imagine yourself punching stupid marble busts of old businessmen and having them disintegrate into a cloud of middling dust. There are eight sensational tracks on this album. Two of the songs on this album, are, to my ears terrible. “Electric Band” stirs up thoughts of Jefferson Starship (no, not airplane, starship.) and “Glass Tambourine” of the Doors. Skip over them and you’ve got something potent and rigorous. Which is a pretty excellent start.

Short Version” and “Future Crimes” are from Wild Flag’s self-titled album.

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There are two dueling trains of thought on Constant Future. One is reflected by the album’s title, easily read as a condemnation of a flaky, irrelevant arts community, as well as in lyrics like album-closer “Never Changer’s” depressing, defeatist coda, “Another century is over/Another generation like the one before.” This, it should be noted, is Parts & Labor’s last album. The group broke up this fall, after a few less than 10 years together as one of the most vital bands. Period. So that’s argument one- we tried, we gave it all we could, we evolved and never compromised, and after all is said and done, nothing changed, not many cared. Argument two is the opposite. It’s the hope of album opener “Fake Names,” where BJ Warshaw barks “If we leave today, no vacant age will follow.” The argument finds it root in the music of Constant Future, where Parts & Labor further refine what they do with noise, how to make noise into the kind of paper you reserve for prayer books (“Rest”), how to turn noise into a grimy calcite (“skin and bones”) or how to let noise chase you like a dog you’re not sure whether to be scared of or not (“Fake Name”). I don’t think Parts & Labor were ever about giving you a definite answer, despite all their shouting. For me, though, I’d have fallen into the former camp if they had half-assed this album even a little bit. I just can’t believe a group that would put this much into saying goodbye has lost hope.

Fake Names” and “Without a Seed” are from Parts and Labor’s album Constant Future.

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Maybe it’s an obvious connection to most people, but listening to Take Care, Take Care, Take Care one final time before I wrote up this review, I realized that the reference point one needs to use for Explosions in the Sky is not other post-rock bands; it’s classical music. While I’ll readily admit to having almost no understanding or knowledge of classical music, Explosions in the Sky use the ingredients of rock songs, that is guitar, bass, drums, keyboards, to create music which is much closer to classical traditions. The songs on Take Care (X3) do not present a pop-music structure, one that gives the listener clues- here’s the chorus, here’s what we’re going for here, here’s how to feel. Instead, they blossom or burst into noise or shrink back into silence, and then move on. There are two minutes of near-silence in “Human Qualities” and, to these ears, they feel entirely appropriate. Classical music has movements; thats one of a few things I can say for sure about it. Movement is what makes Take Care, Take Care, Take Care.

Human Qualities” is from Explosions in the Sky’s album Take Care, Take Care, Take Care.

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There’s a make-or-break moment on “Never Heal Myself,” a song on Cults’ self titled album. Halfway through, right after the chorus, the drums drop out and this dutifully-strummed guitar carries the song for a moment- just a guitar and that wingwalker voice. It’s such a cliché, and I’m sure it’s one you’ve heard before. It’s the band saying, “here’s the moment where we need you close. Here’s the first time we’ve told the truth! Hey guys! It’s right here!” It’s not an original gesture, but it’s one that I love and treasure deeply. On first glance, there’s nothing at all original about Cults, fancy haircuts, Brooklyn, music that’d sound great in ads for top-shelf rum, art school background, and a cool-factor upped by a quite-boring “mysteriousness” about the band members themselves and their obsession with the Jonestown Massacre. But here’s the thing- they pull off the drums-falling-off moment, they do it really, really well, and then they do the same with the rest of the album. What seems to be both an exploitative and nonsense notion which guides this album- that falling in love is similar to surrendering yourself to a cult, is treated with utmost seriousness and, despite the description above, austerity. Cults succeed because they repeat a line like “He broke my heart because I really loved him/He took it all away and left me to bleed out, bleed out” and make listeners focus on the dissonance of the first line rather than the gushing of the second line. But even that second line, that ultimate cliché on an album largely built upon cliches buttoned together tight, the way Madeline Follin sings it, you’ll believe that, too.

Abducted” and “Never Heal Myself” are from Cults’ self-titled album.

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Here’s what the Dodos didn’t want- to rock. When I saw them live, their drummer, half of the band, beat the shit out of a trash can. That was most of his drum kit. That was where half the band’s sound came from. They were loud, they had a current, but they did not want to be a band on an afternoon playlist of a classic rock radio station twenty years in the future. They were scared of being Chicago, Boston, Soul Asylum, Bon Jovi. So they ran so far in the other direction that their songs fell into ditches of artsyness. Here’s what the Dodos have allowed themselves to do here- rock. They took everything that made them an exceptional group in the first place and made those things walk, not run, walk their way through a labyrinth. The Dodos put walls on their songs here. Nothing neutered, nothing hushed or streamlined, just songs with walls. They sound so much better for it.

Don’t Try and Hide it” and “When Will You Go?” are from The Dodos’ album No Color.

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There’s a much more important shift happening on Let England Shake than reviewers oft-mentioned change of PJ Harvey’s subject matter. It’s the shift which makes this album extraordinary, even within the catalog an already extraordinary artist. This is the first time that Polly Jean Harvey has written songs outside of herself and then sung them as if she cared. What was so rare about PJ Harvey was how explicitly she sang about herself, her body, her love and hatred. She was good enough at it that people could take the songs as their own. But here, Harvey’s writing does not start with an “I,” normally the source of her creativity and passion. In fact, quite the opposite, the songs on Let England Shake are based around something arguably quite esoteric- war and death. But the album never falters, never, to these ears, feel overwrought. And this is because PJ Harvey will always be PJ Harvey, a songwriter who chooses the fewest and most precise words she can for every line, who sings in a voice emphatic and rooted. Let England Shake is both a radically different album than Harvey has previously released, and also a churning reminder of the characteristics which make PJ Harvey so compelling.

In The Dark Places” and “Bitter Branches” are from PJ Harvey’s album Let England Shake.

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Bill Callahan has a cold. It makes sense that it would take him this many years, with output from the sweet but never tooth-rotting New Pornographers, the Judy-Jetson-Nightmare-Coma of Swan Lake, and of course scarf-wearing, microphone-seducing, Christine-bemoaning, Derrida-intoning music he’s recorded under Destroyer for him to admit as much. Callahan, up until now has kept his guard up; his previous band Smog had all the ingredients for music that pierced needle-thick, but that never happened. It could have been because of his deadpan delivery, or the layers of artifice he put between his lyrics and the way the listener was delivered those lyrics, but Bejar always held us at five or six arms length- we could see the plastic shopping bags under his eyes, and the beard we both know he should have shaved, but we were never close enough to whisper “is everything OK?” Well, Apocalypse brings us closer than ever before; “Riding for the Feeling” shows us the process, which is in itself a joy- about three quarters of the way through, Callahan sings “I realized I had said very little about ways or wheels/Or riding for the feeling.” And so then he tells us “Riding for the feeling/Is the fastest way to reach the shore.” From someone as esoteric as Dan Bejar, lines like the frankness of “Poor in Love’s” self criticism, “All you’ve got is style/I can see it from a mile away” are a revaluation and a revelation, especially when coupled with the titular chorus- I Was Poor in Love. The self reflection on this record, the exhaustion present when Callahan can think no way to end his album except by mumbling the Drag City catalog number. It’s almost as if Bejar just couldn’t maintain the distance any more, and so all that was left is what you see on the album cover- him sitting alone on a curb. It’s the first time he’s ever appeared in his album artwork, and for all the exclusivity and academic discourse and key bumps that his previous albums suggested, this is all it left him, mustered posture and a view he doesn’t want to look at.

Drover” and “Riding for the Feeling” are from Bill Callahan’s album Apocalypse.
Blue Eyes” and “Poor in Love” are from Destroyer’s album Kaputt.

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Merrill Garbus’ first album as tUnE YaRdS, Bird Brains, was a heart composed out of kitsch. Drum loops that were tossed in the a dumpster behind studios recording late 90s hip hop albums, uninteresting audio recordings of a young boy’s childhood, a bunch of hastily stitched lines about love. She built something out of that. Her new album tears it apart. This is an ugly album, filled with pasted-together ideas we don’t want to talk about because the conversations get quiet really quick. These are the kinds of things smart, liberal people don’t want to talk about because they spend more time than they’d admit banging their heads against a wall trying to get these things out- the reality of gentrification, positions of privilege, the idea of patriotism, of America, of gender roles when you are convinced the last thing you want to talk about is gender roles. This is a messy album, but god, I give Garbus credit for shouting everything. She gets it wrong (“Doorstep” is the worst offender), but she probably knows that, and she does it because, just as these songs, her thoughts are still evolving, adding on noise, taking out the center. And, much much more than she gets it wrong, she gets it right. And even if she doesn’t, at least you’ll have something to say about it. W H O K I L L is an argumentative album- You cannot just listen to it, there is a demand for you to think about it, too.

Es-so” and “Powa” are from tUnE YaRdS’ album W H O K I L L.

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Who says prosthetics never fail? That because a hero (or not) had a leg ripped from their life, that the replacement will hold? Who says hibernating bears don’t starve, that they’ve planned far enough ahead and they’ll be ok. Who say’s that the time is right? Maybe you just look at the clock twice a day at 8:12, earlier than you’d like to be dressed and heading out the door, and then at 8:12, later than you’d like to be moving dishes from a gunky drying rack to a dusty cabinet. Who says that smoke detectors know every kind of smoke, that you can sleep beneath one and not worry? Who says that time’s so straight? If that’s so, why don’t we make our clocks long lines which spread across every door, every inch of our oft-abused mattress, every hundredth of a mile on the odometer? Who say’s that real love lasts?

Everything (Overture)” and “In The City” are from Chris Bathgate’s album Salt Year.

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This is an album summarized by a moment. The penultimate track on Civilian is called “We Were Wealth.” It starts off, like about half the other songs on this album, as a dirge- slow, syrupy and arid. But something happens at 2:43. The song awakens, it realizes a purpose. It gets louder, more sudden, and promises less and less and less. You’re left wondering how long Wye Oak can or will keep it going, what singer is Jenn Wasner saying, why this happened? The first time you listen to it, it is a startling moment. And this is an album I can not make broad comments about, except to say that there are dozens of such moments, where you think you know where a song is going, how a line is going to finish, and then it doesn’t and you’re left gaping. The two members of Wye Oak have crafted brilliant songs in the past, but Civilian is something different. It is unsettling throughout, it is an ambush at first, and, by its end, it is heartbreaking. Before I say the best description I can think up for Civilian, I want you to focus on Merriam Webster’s definition for the word- a supreme intellectual or artistic achievement. Don’t think I’m tossing around the word lightly. Civilian is a masterpiece.

Civilian” and “We Were Wealth” are from Wye Oak’s album Civilian.

Happy 2012, y’all. See you in a bit.

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