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Don’t Worry About the Future — Joel’s 2009 Mix

I’m taking the Ben approach to my post this week and doing a recap of some under­rated hits from “the past”: up first, my most recent times, ’09. Since I have to show some dis­cre­tion, a bunch of good tunes got cut here – I really can’t jus­tify putting any­thing from Explorers or Second Family Band (unless you wanna listen in for another 92 min­utes), and though I love Forget the Night Ahead, putting the Twi­light Sad on any mix is kinda like pooping in the spe­cial water at com­mu­nion. This may not work as the most rep­re­sen­ta­tive 2009 mix out there today, but I hope it encour­ages readers to seek out these albums.


01. Crypta­cize — “My Tho­mania“
from Mytho­mania (Asth­matic Kitty, 2009)

They’ve got Nedelle and what’s-his-face from Deer­hoof. And tracks like “Blue Tears” and “” are just too much fun to leave for the last decade. “My Tho­mania,” which can (but prob­ably shouldn’t) be treated as the title track for the album, con­tributes to a ver­i­table potluck of –manias going on in 09, “Lisz­to­mania” being a prin­cipal one, but also the lesser-known and rarely-acknowledged “Tulipo­mania” that I found at a used book store this past weekend being also impor­tant. Just listen for the chorus. [Buy]


02. The Post­marks — “My Lucky Charm“
from Mem­oirs at the End of the World (Unfil­tered Records, 2009)

Remember how I said I didn’t like Acid House Kings? Well, I think I cracked a bit on that posi­tion after my friend Eric D. put Mem­oirs on a few weeks ago. Like the Kings, the Post­marks craft pop like it’s some­thing you sneeze out occa­sion­ally. Oh look, another perfect-pop booger. It’s like that. If this song doesn’t make your tears pink then something’s not working right. [Buy]


03. Cotton Jones — “Gone the Bells“
from Para­noid Cocoon (Sui­cide Squeeze, 2009)

It’s the guy from Page France being all mopey, but it works. Even the most des­o­late tracks like “Gone the Bells” have a shimmer and bounce about them, that the entire album comes off bright-headed from a slow-burned haze. Appar­ently, the full band title is/was “The Cotton Jones Basket Ride,” which I’m starting to think describes a trav­elin’ sen­sa­tion buried some­where on this record. [Buy]


04. Nurses — “Lita“
from Apple’s Acre (Dead Oceans, 2009)

Sim­plicity is strategy on Apple’s Acre. The entire record is built on vocal har­monies and light per­cus­sion. In many ways, it feels like Two Dancers turned inside-out: the same morbid curiosi­ties occupy Nurses, and the insis­tent pull of rhythm and melody is at once haunting and mes­mer­izing. “Lita” is my favorite track, and it’ll be yours too soon enough. [Buy]


05. Hayden — “Let’s Break Up“
from The Place Where We Lived (Hard­wood Records, 2009)

There’s no bad Hayden album, and there’s no bad Hayden song. I think Hayden fans have come to expect this from him year after year, which is why The Place Where We Live is some­what dis­ap­pointing. So I guess I’ve included “Let’s Break Up” on that prin­ciple alone: it’s yet another charming Hayden nar­ra­tive about coin­ci­dence, failure, and self-deprecation. Even though you could call all that a big whiney com­plaint, thing is, I wouldn’t want it any other way. [Buy]


06. The Love Lan­guage — “Sparxxx“
from Self-Titled (Merge, 2009)

Not to be con­fused with that band I mix’d about back in Feb., The Love Lan­guage is a fron­tispiece for Stuart McLamb’s four-track record­ings. Here McLamb’s booming, the­atrical affec­ta­tion butts heads with micro­man­aged orches­tra­tion and that washed-out (fre­quently clip­ping) ten­dency of the high peaks on record. Overall this is a fun listen, and if you’re inter­ested check out “Lalita,” “Noc­turne” and “Night­dogs” as well. [Buy]


07. Hanne Hukkel­berg — “Bandy Rid­dles“
from Blood from a Stone (Net­twerk, 2009)

I don’t get this song, but I like it. I think she’s Nor­we­gian or some­thing, and her other albums are sup­posed to be insta-hit mate­rial, so check those out after you listen to “Bandy Rid­dles.” Also, this album takes the album cake for coolest album cover on the mix, with runner-up being them dogs in Dog Day, fea­tured in the stuff that fol­lows this stuff. [Buy]


08. Dog Day — “Rome“
from Con­cen­tra­tion (Out­side Music, 2009)

Dr. Dog Dies in Hot Car” – head­line, or another ter­rible band name involving dogs? Hah! Alright anyway I like Dog Day, in part because they seem cool as fuck all, but also because they sound like they seem. Con­cen­tra­tion got little to no press last year, even though it’s jammed to the gills with great tracks like the stoned “Judg­ment Day” and per­iled tale “Neighbor” (sounding a bit like Beauty Pill here in that exchange of vocal duties and eerie emphasis on house par­ties with demons). Another band with that uncanny ability to sound like every other band that sounds like New Order and still find some­thing to do dif­ferent. As they say over at AMG, highly rec­om­mended. [Buy]


09. The Wooden Birds — “Seven Sev­en­teen“
from Mag­nolia (Barsuk, 2009)

Make no mis­take, this is the latest Amer­ican Analog Set record. On “Seven Sev­en­teen,” Andrew’s hushed voice is still smooth as glass, and the palm-muted, strummed per­cus­sion sets the pace to heart­beat. Just cue Leslie on backing vocals and bring in some thick tremolo. Beau­tiful song, beau­tiful album; expect nothing less from these folk. [Buy]


10. Jonathan Johansson — “Säg Vad Ni Vill“
from En Hand I Himlen (Hybris Records, 2009)

Jonathan Johansson, for lack of a better intro­duc­tion, is from another world. His music is thor­oughly engaging, often spir­ited and tri­umphant, and lyri­cally incom­pre­hen­sible to most of his admiring audi­ence. He’s def­i­nitely not an alien, but his music man­ages to sound oth­er­worldly while rooting that unfa­mil­iarity of lan­guage in a familiar cul­tural nos­talgia; Jonathan’s point-by-point reduc­tion of 1980s electro-pop titans into his own earnest com­po­si­tions res­onates with the sounds of the era while somehow tran­scending the period alto­gether. I love this record from start to finish; it feels like I’ve known every melody on it for quite some time, and I plan to enjoy them for years to come. [Buy]


Get a good mix here: [Multi­u­pload]

I’m done for today’s post, but I’ll be back some­time next week. I’d like to return to 2008 in April with another mix. See you in that time and place.

how I spent my two and a half years in the wilderness, pt. 1

Hey there, loyal readers. Yes, all three of you! It’s me, Ben. How are you? Oh, that’s good. Me? I’m just fine, thanks. I recently got a haircut and a sand­wich and my very own pair of shoes!

You know, it feels like it’s been years since I saw you. What’s that? It has? But how can that be?

Well, Niina wasn’t far off when she inti­mated that it has been an “unmu­sical” couple of years since Girl­pants faded from rel­a­tive obscu­rity to the blackest depths of the internet. The past year has been per­haps the most unmu­sical of my life–I think I lis­tened to less than a dozen albums total before the Christ­mas­time arrival of my ridicu­lously named new media device by a cer­tain soft­ware titan caused me to go on an tunes-acquisition spree. I’ve dis­cov­ered some remark­able things since then (lookin’ at you, jj), but in gen­eral my tastes are still hope­lessly stuck in 2007.

That said, I do think there have been some excel­lent albums released in the inter­vening months. A few dozen have really stuck with me from the dark years, when I was living under the freeway and des­per­ately trading opin­ions for sand­wich crusts. In my next few posts I’m going to high­light a few of these, for your lis­tening enjoy­ment and the preser­va­tion of my ever-dwindling sanity.


Menomena — Friend and Foe (Barsuk, 2007)
Menomena - Friend and FoeThis is a band that makes straight up inter­esting indie rock music. I know… them’s some big words, right? Listen: Menomena aren’t trying to go back to nature or create the synes­thetic equiv­a­lent of an acid trip or create a sonic tapestry of all 50 of our glo­ri­ously star-spangled states. No–they just want to make some cool sounds that no one else has made before. In that way, they remind me of The Flaming Lips, but without the druggy noodling and overly bom­bastic world­making. Much was made at the time of this album’s release about the band’s recording strategy. Appar­ently, they create their songs in loops on custom soft­ware before trans­forming those arranged loops into live per­for­mances (you can get more info here). The result is music that’s unusu­ally com­plex and lay­ered for this sort of indie rock–John Vanderslice’s studio wiz­ardry comes close, but it’s got a dif­ferent aim. In Friend and Foe, drums skitter along to techno-like beats, sev­eral guitar tracks scrape stac­cato over one another, pianos zoom in and out of the fore­ground. It’s a truly big sound. [Buy]

Menomena — “Wet and Rusting”


Richard Hawley — Lady’s Bridge (Mute U.S., 2007)
A long­time col­lab­o­rator of fellow sleazy-voiced Brit Jarvis Cocker and his band of mer­ry­making men and wom­en­folk, Richard Hawley is a honey-voiced singer in the great tra­di­tion of the 20th Century’s uncounted bal­ladeers. Occa­sion­ally he picks up a rock­a­billy or a doo-wop touch, but for the most part Hawley’s songs are vel­vety smooth and achingly quiet, but entirely without pre­ten­sion. They’re songs of love and loss, and on Lady’s Bridge they flow with a master’s touch. This is the per­fect album for an evening at home, curled up with a glass of your favorite scotch and the sort of arti­fi­cially illu­mi­nated memory of a past, lost love. He’s put out a new album since this one, called Truelove’s Gutter, but I haven’t found my way to hearing it yet. Hope­fully soon. [Buy]

Richard Hawley — “Lady Solitude”


The Besnard Lakes — The Besnard Lakes are the Dark Horse (Jag­jaguwar, 2007)
The Besnard Lakes get lots of com­par­isons to their more pop­ular fellow Mon­tréal… eans? ites? ers?… I dunno… Anyway, I’m talking about The Arcade Fire. Such com­par­isons are really unfair. Sure, both are good at anthemic, arena-sized rock ‘n roll, but The Besnard Lakes are a much rawer, much more heart­felt (rather than heart-considered) act. Every song on this album breathes with a kind of pas­sion and vision rarely heard in modern indie rock, raw around the edges but incred­ible sure­footed son­i­cally. Great big riffs of feed­back and dis­tor­tion crash over the lis­tener repeat­edly, backed by huge cho­ruses and lay­ered vocals, and simple but tried and true rock ‘n roll song struc­tures. And man, those drums… These guys have a new album coming out this year that (at least some small part of) the internet is all abuzz about. [Buy]

The Besnard Lakes — “Devastation”


I’ll be back soon with the ones that stuck with me from 2008, a year that saw me con­structing a home out of dis­carded hub­caps and Big Mac wrap­pers at the con­flu­ence of Inter­states 75 and 85. Look for­ward to it!