Saturday, October 22nd, 2005
I usually like to think I have decent taste in films. Brainless popcorn movies are kept to a minimum, pure schlock avoided at all costs. In this day and age with resources like Metacritic and Rotten Tomatos at our disposal, there’s really no excuse for seeing BAD films. Unless you want to. Which I did last night. Enter Daredevil AND Elektra.
I was excited about the prospect of a Daredevil film when the idea was first floated some years ago, he’s a great character and wouldn’t require all the super-power CGI like most comic-book adaptations. At first Kevin Smith was attached and I was, “okay, he did alright writing the comic, this could be alright”. Then the bad news – Smith left, Affleck was cast… Dread grows. I tried to keep a postive attitude till the trailers and reviews started coming out. Then it was abandon all hope time. Still, I was curious for a couple of years about just how bad it could really be? Finally I know. Pretty bad.
It’s an old film, so I won’t discuss too much – just go point form. The costume – what the hell. More than the obvious Daredevil as bondage fetishist concerns, I was confused by the collar which was always upturned Fonzie-style. That made the cowl look utterly ridiculous – it made me nostalgic for the black outfit Rex Smith wore in The Trial Of The Incrdible Hulk… What else. The horribly cliched narration. The compression of almost every bit of action into the last half hour. Jennifer Garner as the most un-Greek-looking Elektra possible, a Ben Urich who looked more like a paparazzi than an investigative reporter, the idea that Daredevil would spend time writing out his logo in gasoline on a subway platform with perfectly square lines… It was just bad. So very bad. But at least it was fun in that incredibly cheesy sort of b-movie way. The same couldn’t be said for Elektra.
Elektra was just boring. Straight out, stone cold dull. Everyone looked bored, the story was boring… it’s hard to single out particularly intense moments of boring-ness to focus on. It was a pretty across-the-board snooze-fest. Did I mention that the story has the supposedly bad-ass assasin protecting an annoying tween girl who fights with a friendship bracelet from hordes of ninjas? Imagine how bad that could possibly be, now imagine it worse. You’re pretty much there. It boggles my mind that director Rob Bowman is talking sequel. Anyone with any power in Hollywood should make it their personal mission to prevent such a thing from ever happening. It’s just not right.
The biggest crime with these films, besides the waste of celluloid, is the fact that these were two perfectly good, interesting characters who could have been translated to film quite well if anyone involved with the production had any clue, and now the opportunity has been wasted, the characters tainted. I think Ben Affleck claimed he was a big Daredevil fan as a kid – what’s his excuse? Shame, Mr Aflac. Shame. Still, I knew what I was getting into when I rented these, so I’ve no one to blame but myself, I suppose. I am now going to read Born Again to get the bad taste out of my eyes.
And as a way of apologizing to Dirty On Purpose for using one of their song titles for the title of this post, I’d like to direct you to their MySpace page. They’ve posted a demo for what I can only assume is a track that will appear on their debut full-length, due out sometime next year. Sounds good. Sorry guys. You’re better than Daredevil AND Elektra put together.
Have I linked this page of My Bloody Valentine videos before? I don’t think so. I may have linked the site, but I don’t rightly remember linking (or even seeing) the videos before. I don’t know. I forget things sometimes. Either way, here you go.
JAM! thinks the vocals of Doves’ Jimi Goodwin are “sugary”. JAM! needs to get a dictionary.
Mogwai have completed recording their new album. And they’re disgusted with the state of the world. They may be calling their new record Mr Beast, to properly articulate their disgust.
Ex-Ride frontman Mark Gardener will be at Lee’s Palace on December 7 to promote his debut solo album, These Beautiful Ghosts. You can stream the album in its entirety here. Whlie I’ve been bitten badly by post-Ride projects (hello Hurricane #1, The Animalhouse) so I’m a little wary of this record, but if I’m feeling nostalgic around then, I may well turn up at this show. His first solo acoustic tour a couple years ago was quite good, but it was probably a lot Ride-heavier in the setlist than this outing will be. Silly boy thinks he’s going to move on creatively? Not if I have anything to say about it.
np – Rogue Wave / Descended Like Vultures
Friday, October 21st, 2005
Blogotheque talks to Will Scheff and Travis Nelsen of Okkervil River while San Diego CityBeat has a more general profile of the band. Also worth pointing out is ORNAG, or the “Okkervil River Navigational Auxilliary Guild”. Yeah. Basically a fansite, but with lots of exclusive downloadable goodies, both aural and visual. And if you’re unsure about the Okkervil, Home In Your Radio makes its blogging debut with a nice roundup of the merits of the band with supplementary audio evidence. This MSNBC piece from back in June also makes a compelling case. Okkervil River began their North American tour in Texas yesterday, and will wind their way up to Toronto on November 7. I expect this to be a concert highlight of the year. For God’s sake, be there.
Another Texan outfit hitting the road this Fall is Spoon, working Gimme Fiction for the second time. Ukula talked to Britt Daniel their last time through Toronto back in June. They return to the Phoenix on November 1.
And speaking of Austin, I did some pricing of flights and hotels to SxSW for next year… apparently my insistence on going for the full four days of the music festival and staying in a hotel closer to downtown are going to price this thing right out of my budget – All said and done, the week could end up costing me over $2K Canadian. I love the rock and I loved SxSW last year, but that’s just too much goddamn money.
Losing Today and Paste both interview the reunited Posies and Seattle Weekly plays jukebox with Jon Auer and Ken Stringfellow (via LHB).
The Marquee and The Baltimore Sun both profile Son Volt.
Look for a new Drive-By Truckers album in the Spring, sez Billboard.
Jenny Lewis of Rilo Kiley tells MTV that she’s going to celebrate her 30th birthday by releasing her first solo album Rabbit Fur Coat on January 24.
Portastatic confess to The Houston Chronicle that they love the Manchego. Hey, who doesn’t? Via LHB.
Thanks to Katie for pointing out this Arts & Crafts piece which appeared in last weekend’s The Toronto Star (Bugmenot). This totally should have gone in Wednesday’s post. Alas.
The AV Club compiles a list of the most underrated films of the last 10 years. I am totally with them on Josie & The Pussycats. No, I’m serious – it was great. Even with Tara Reid.
np – The American Analog Set / Set Free
Thursday, October 20th, 2005
I had been on the fence about attending the My Morning Jacket show last night on account of my well-documented ambievalence about Z and the fact that it was an expensive show. Well a last-minute guest list spot changed my mind (thanks Georgi!), and it didn’t hurt that I’ve been coming around on Z in the last week or so, and last nights show eliminated any bit of fence-sitting that may have remained. In fact, in the afterglow of the show, I will declare that Z is a freakin’ classic.
I last saw My Morning Jacket just over two years ago when they were working the southern rock stylings of It Still Moves, and the material lent itself quite nicely to the explosive live show that MMJ were already known for. Z, however, is a much more eclectic and complex record than its predecessor, with fewer foot-on-the-monitor-approved rock outs. How would it translate live? Really well, actually. Starting off with Z opener “Wordless Chorus”, the band played almost completely in the dark, punctuated by strobe spotlights during the chorus – the effect, coupled with Jim James’ cosmic field holler of a voice, was otherworldly. James’ whooping overtop the outro of that song sounds amazing on record, but when you hear him live, you realize that he was holding back in the studio. Amazing.
That set the tone for the night – by performing the Z material (and the older stuff) flawlessly, My Morning Jacket proved their power as a live act goes far beyond just ripping solos and hair whipping around (though there was still a goodly amount of that). Though they still rock out hard – after all, you don’t strap on the Flying V if you’re not going to rock – they’re now working on a different level completely. They’ve just got that ineffable ability to captivate the audience with their performance – no gimmicks, just music. And volume. Actually, they seemed quite loud but the mix was damn near perfect. At an hour and a half, the set seemed a little short for a veteran jam-band circuit act, but with the thunderous closing one-two punch of “Mahgeetah” and “Anytime”, there’s no way anyone could have asked them to come back and top that. Plus they hit curfew right on the nose.
I’d initially felt a little cheated that Kathleen Edwards, who was supporting MMJ on every other date of the tour, was sitting this one out (likely because she’s got her own headlining show at the Phoenix in less than a month), but was quite pleasantly surprised to find the two acts they enlisted in her stead to be very much up to the task. Megan Hamilton offered up a short and sweet set of plaintive country-ish tunes, with very tasteful backing from electric guitar and drums and quite sophisticated arrangements. She was followed by another local, Royal Wood, whose Rufus Wainwright meets Harry Connick Jr jazzy-folk seemed a bit of an odd fit for the crowd. His smooth tunes, rich voice and sharp, laid back banter did much to win the crowd over.
My Morning Jacket seemed to be very much into the mood lighting, as darkness was very much the theme of the night. When they did hit the lights, they did so with strobes and intense colour gels, basically making photography damn near impossible. Still, I think I did alright. And I know this isn’t the best piece of writing I’ve ever done, and I apologize – but it was late and I was tired. Zzz.
Supplementary materials – Harp has their cover story on the band online (well, co-cover story. They’re also running Liz Phair covers, which is the one my local store had. Oh well, better than Blues Traveller). The Louisville Courier-Journal has a feature on their hometown boys and The Marquee and The Free Times round things off with more band interviews. And as a chaser, Filter points the way to the video for Z‘s first single, “Off The Record”.
John Darnielle of Mountain Goats declares Scarlett Johansson to be played out and submits some new hipster crush nominations to Nerve. Via LHB.
Behold – part 2 of Chart’s interview with Death Cab’s Ben Gibbard.
Joe Pernice is not letting his Indie Rock Cribs idea go gently into that good night. He’s posted the third episode, wherein he introduces us to some of his sweet, sweet wheels. We love you, Joe.
Calexico/Iron & Wine tickets for their December 9 show at the Docks are $25. Do with that information what you will.
The Torontoist week in shows.
The Associated Press and Austin 360 follow Neil Gaiman around on his book tour for Anansi Boys. Austin 360 link via Achtung Baby.
np – My Morning Jacket / At Dawn
Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
It’s an Arts & Crafts kinda day. For starters, The Montreal Mirror talks to Kevin Drew of Broken Social Scene about the making of their eponymous new album, which he succinctly describes as “a big fucking mess” (he’s a little more positive about it in talking to The Ottawa Sun). I’ve been listening to Broken Social Scene a fair bit over the past couple weeks trying to formulate an opinion, and I think Mr Drew has hit the nail on the head.
But that’s not necessarily a negative thing – I’ve always felt that chaos is a fundamental part of what makes Broken Social Scene work. The ever-shifting lineups, seasonal declarations of breaking up, the police beatings… it’s more than just mystique, it’s integral. Their live shows are ramshackle, sometimes sublime, sometimes shambolic, but always unpredictable and volitile. And that’s part of what made their breakthrough You Forgot It In People so amazing – it managed to capture that spirit of reckless creativity, pure and undiluted, and it was to this honesty of artistic intent that the teeming masses responded to. But after all the touring, press and critical hosannas, the question is – what do you do for an encore?
Broken Social Scene is unavoidably more self-conscious than its predecessor. There’s no way it couldn’t be – this was one of the most hotly-anticipated releases of the year (in indie circles), and that sort of pressure had to have had some effect. I mentioned a couple weeks ago upon initial listens that it was a dense record, and that I was hearing the mix more than the music. More than anything, for all of the seventeen people listed as being BSS-ers in the liner notes, this album belongs to producer Dave Newfeld. If on People he was a documentarian, this time around he’s a conductor. At first pass it may well sound like the mess Kevin Drew describes, but with further listens you realize that every sound on the record is meticulously and deliberately placed – compared to organicism of People, BSS sounds almost synthetic in its cut-and-paste composition. Some have commented that Broken Social Scene sounds like a shoegaze record, and there’s some truth in that – it does offer up a huge wall of sound but it’s arrived at through layered arrangements and countless overdubs rather than distortion, delay and reverb.
With a few exceptions, the (mostly) structured pop songs of the last album are traded in for looser jams and grooves and even the poppier numbers are bent, twisted and otherwise sonically deconstructed. What struck me the most is how the “secret weapons” of People – namely the vocals of Ms Feist, Haines and Millan were utilized. Instead giving each lady a song to sing and make her own, it sounds like their parts were recorded, chopped up and thrown into the mix like any other instrument. Any one of these ladies could have turned any song into a classic if their voices had been allowed to carry the song, but BSS don’t take the easy way out. After all, this is a band that claims to have omitted the catchiest numbers from the record, perhaps for later release, perhaps to hide away forever, in the name of self-preservation.
So as I expected, it’s a grower and it’s growing. Hell, it took me well over a year before I truly and fully appreciated You Forgot It In People, so it would be unfair of me to pass a final judgement on Broken Social Scene after just a couple of weeks. And even if I were going to, it’d still be some completely useless combination of intrigued, confused and ambievalent. But I still feel compelled to listen, and you know what’s interesting? I was listening to the album via headphones while writing this, and by sealing myself in with the music and concentrating on it and everything going on, it really began to reveal itself. This record is going to make you work, but I suspect in the long run it’ll be worth it. If you’re still undecided, listen to it on a good pair of headphones. This record was made for headphones.
And more news from the world of A&C:
Pitchfork finds out what’s going on in the world of Stars. Amy Millan’s long-promised solo Honey From The Tombs is now looking like a Spring release, backed up by Amy herself who chimed in on the Broken Telephone message boards with promises of a March release. Interestingly, no word about the previously promised Set Yourself On Fire remix album but the news of a cover of The Pogues’ “Fairytale Of New York” more than makes up for it. I don’t know if Torq’s arch, precise delivery will be a proper substitute for Shane McGowan’s whiskey-marinated essence but Amy doing Kirsty MacColl will be awesome.
The Austin Chronicle looks back fondly at the career of locals (locals to them, not me) American Analog Set, whose protestations that this final tour and album don’t necessarily mean the end of the band are sounding less and less convincing. At least promises of a tour-only 12″ and a final b-sides/rarities comp will make a decent going away presen Andrew Kenny also contributes a list of “Top 10 things I’ve learned from 10 years in the AmAnSet”.
The Winnipeg Sun has words with Feist. Chronologically speaking, this piece was published before the Toronto Sun one I posted yesterday. Oh well. But do check out another video for “Mushaboom”, this one directed by Patrick Daughters. I love this one – the a capella intro, the wire-work, the dance numbers… sublime. Thanks to Donewaiting for the link.
BrooklynVegan looks at the Pitchfork/Arts & Crafts conspiracy (henceforth abbreviated to PFACC, pronounced “faaakkkk”), noting that all reviews of non-BSS-family A&C bands have received grades of 6.8… Interesting.
…and that’s all the Arts & Crafts scuttlebutt I have for now.
I have Ingrid at V2 to thank for tipping me off about the Ukula Bright Lights Festival going down at the Distillery District on November 5. It’s a hell of a lineup – check it out. Elbow, The Duke Spirit, Islands, The Meligrove Band, The Call Up (featuring current and ex members of The Dears and The Stills, respectively), Stirling, The Coast and The Empires. How’s THAT for a show? Tickets are $25 and should be on sale very soon at the usual outlets. Grok the poster here.
I think that’s enough for today.
np – Rogue Wave / Descended Like Vultures
Tuesday, October 18th, 2005
If I kept a running list of bands I’ve been a long-time fan of, but have somehow never managed to see live, then Son Volt would have to be at or near the top of that list. My excuses are myriad and uninteresting – what is important is that last night, after a decade of following his career, I finally got to see Jay Farrar live and more importantly, he didn’t disappoint.
With his recent solo work leaning more towards the acoustic, folkier side, I had forgotten how much of Jay’s repetoire was full-out rock. Luckily, Jay hadn’t. What he lacked in charisma (I’ve never seen anyone stand at a mic stand so straight and motionless before), he made up for in endurance and quality. The epically long setlist (28 songs, 1h50m for those keeping track) drew from all points of his career and while it was great to hear all the SV material played live, it did serve to reinforce my general opinions about his career. One – Trace remains the best album he’s ever made. Cliche, but true. The songs from the Son Volt debut still stood out from the pack as being the best of the bunch. The other material from Son Volt I was also strong, and the Okemah material, while solid, seemed to lean a little too much on the rock and lacked some of the nuance and feel of the earlier material. Almost all of it was still better than the solo stuff, however. Placed alongside the Son Volt material, it seemed meandering and out of focus. If anyone ever needed proof that Farrar works best in a band context, this was it.
And the new band was good, though Brad Rice’s touring guitar dude’s Chris Frame’s guitar parts were more noodly than Dave Boquist’s more economical playing in the old band, no doubt his (assumed) session guitarist past coming to the surface. Personally, I preferred it when Jay took lead guitar duties, most notably on the final song of the encore, “Chickamauga”. Yes, “Chickamauga” – he actually trotted out one of my favourite Uncle Tupelo songs, actually the first time I’d ever heard any Tupe material performed live. I don’t know if this is something he’s always done or if it’s a recent development, but it certainly made my night. Full marks to Son Volt Mk 2 for putting on a helluva show and I hope this new incarnation sticks around a while.
I’d seen opening act Fruit Bats once before, at a tiny show in 2003 in support of Mouthfuls. As I recall, it was a good laid-back show and the record, which I picked up afterwards, didn’t disappoint. Their latest Spelled In Bones, however, had gotten enough lukewarm reviews to put me off picking it up yet. The band is different now, too – frontman Eric Johnson remains, but keyboardist/vocalist Gillian Lissee is no longer in the picture. This is a shame, since her harmonies were a big part of Mouthfuls‘ charm. The bassist and drummer certainly did their part to cover the backing vocals and it sounded pretty good, but it wasn’t as nice as the 2003 show. And the new material was perfectly decent pop, but alongside the Mouthfuls material, it just didn’t compare.
My photos didn’t turn out quite as well as I’d hoped, mostly on account of the fact that the band was almost exclusively backlit. So great light on the hair, not so much for the faces. Still, I managed to get a decent gallery out of it all.
Popmatters interviews Jens Lekman, who has finally gotten a proper ad-free website URL. But for those of you prepared to yell “sell out”, don’t worry – it still looks like ass. Jens is at the Music Gallery November 5 with The Phonemes, whose website is nothing to write home about either.
JAM! continues to interview Feist as she traipses across Canada. She’s in Toronto for the second of two sold-out shows tonight.
The New York Times plays dress-up with some of the more comely ladies of the indie rock scene. Eleanor Friedberger… looking good. Keren Ann… not so much. Via The Modern Age.
Harp has finally gotten around to actually making their website useful by putting up actual content. And they’ve made up for lost time by including archived material from as far back as 2001. While not necessarily timely, they’re still good reading – check out features on Billy Bragg, Wilco, Neko Case, Steve Earle, Cat Power, Lucinda Williams, Jay Farrar, Wilco & Sonic Youth… aw hell, go browse yourself. There’s craploads of good stuff there, though. Bravo, Harp. There should be a new ish in stores any day now – My Morning Jacket grace the cover.
np – Shearwater / Winged Life
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