Remember Yossarian (actually now Shake My Hand)? Turns out member Ben Fawkes writes on a blog of his own (Kilroy's Chinos) in his downtime, and it gives preview of some great stuff on his side of the Atlantic as well. So what's my latest find courtesy of Ben? A duo under the name of Sir Yes Sir, of course. Made up of Joseph Logan and Daniel Cowley, Sir Yes Sir hail from Manchester via Runcorn and Reading. Sir Yes Sir carry a subdued energy encased in the repetetive beat of a drum machine and the ongoing slices of a guitar. With only two people, you really can't get more complex than that. At their stage, they're still on the amateur end of things and can only play where ever they can afford to go. Having said that, these guys have yet to leave the British Isles but hopefully that changes sometime soon...
The Chalets are yet another addition to my set of blogger's remorse posts - ya know, wanting to post on a group past hype simply because I didn't have a blog back then. Usually remorse is fed by some well-timed news from the band in mind, but it was only so long before I got tired of waiting for something new from the Chalets' end. The Chalets are a quintet from Dublin that first formed under drunken cognitive - before any of the members even touched an instrument - or so the story goes. So what are the usual results of drunken, talented, hormonally-active people? Fraternal bands of course! And the Chalets are no exception. Composed of two gals and three guys, the Chalets harmonize and vocalize in a battle of the sexes fashion with the guys sounding off only to be followed by the higher pitches of the ladies. Add in some electric beats coupled by a traditional rock demeanor and you have the Chalets. Simple, catchy, astoundingly simple pop rock tunage. Ready your week with the sounds of the Chalets...
No, this is not a Justin Timberlake album review. This is actually quite the opposite -- a mix full of SEX SONGS! Here you will find six (which sounds a lot like "sex") songs that have sex as their main themes.
Seeing as how, since her debut in July, she has taken the world by storm, this post on the delightfully fun and cute Lily Allen seems a couple months overdue. However, she is as fresh now as she was then and still undeniably noteworthy. A London native with a quirky and uninhibited accent, Lily brings a new face to the UK pop scene. Although her voice and melodies may seem as sweet as sugar, her lyrics ironically imply otherwise. References to crackwhores, pimps, pot, and "fucking that girl next door" are scattered throughout her music like iron sprinkles in a pink frosted cupcake. But it's exactly that kind of unapologetic attitude that makes Lily so endearing. She is who she is -- a crude, stylish, accented Brit -- and we all love her for it.Labels: SXSW '07
I wonder, would it be blasphemy to compare these guys to Spoon? I'll do it anyway. La Rocca sounds kind of like Spoon. I can't really place my finger on it. Perhaps a lot of it has to do with the vocals. Lead singer Bjorn Baillie doesn't exactly sound like Brit, but he approaches his singing in the same way -- very in control, with attitude and energy. I can picture Bjorn strutting around stage with his guitar after finishing a verse like Brit often does. Bass lines are pretty Spoon-reminiscent as well... Alright, they're not as Spoon-y as Robbers on High Street, but Spoon is still kind of there.
Hrm, posting at nearly 12 in the morning isn't exactly great, but seeing as it's nearly time for people to sleep, on my hemisphere at least, I thought I'd send you all off into Slumberland with something slightly lullabye. Adem Ilhan is a fellow heralding from the UK that heads up the appropriately named solo project Adem. Slow and sure, his mellowed songs have silently climbed their way up my playlist in the past few days, yet despite that, it was today that I really took notice of his music and sound. Adem's demeanor is, in it's roots, contemporary folk with a careful hand that moves towards the experimental genre that is folktronica in the arena of fellow UK artist, Tunng. Now as most folk music goes, Adem pulls off subdued sounds that precipitate strong results. Really, it's the quality of simplified complexity that I find admirable in his music; it's one thing to pull off an innumerable set of layers, but concealing it to result in a simple song that carries just a great effect has got to be a difficult task. Adem is complex, but his ethereal qualities let everything just flow freely. So what does it do? Songs wrap around you, so you get that feeling of comfortable warmth on cold, drizzly mornings. Adem's second full-length release, Love and Other Planets, was released under Domino earlier this year. The soloist is currently touring with Juana Molina, and you can catch both of them in the latter end of their US travels. If you're in my area of Austin, TX and the immediate beyond, you can catch them at the Parish on the 26th of this month.
Happy cows come from California, and it wouldn't be too far off to say a lot of happy bands come from that place too. Last time I told you about Land of Ill Earthquakes, and coming from the same playground is a trio under the name of Princeton. Hailing from the Santa Monica area, Princeton gleefully generate charming indie pop tunes with a finger dipped on the folksey side. If you know me though, the only thing that matters there to me are the words "indie pop," and Princeton produces some great tracks under that niche of a genre. Composed of twins Matt and Jesse Kivel and their good friend Ben Usen, the trio's 7-track release, A Case of the Emperor's Clothes, is currently only being distributed at their shows. Why is that? Turns out this triad is roaming without a label, and with the talent these guys have, anyone care to explain why that's so? But back to their music - call it a (crazy/creepy/crazy-creepy) marriage, but I hear a bit of both Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and Ben Kweller here and there when it comes to these guys. Chances are I'm crazy and speaking blasphemously, but whatever Princeton is concocting, they sure got something right in the mix. Charming and absolutely playful - lend an ear to Princeton...
Ah it's that (and if you're a gal, that other) time of the month again, if you're not familiar with Bishop Allen's plans for this year, it goes like this - Bishop Allen is a band from Brooklyn that took a nice hiatus shortly after their debut hit Charm School in order to write their (currently) label-less album Clementines. As that album strolls about for release, they're going to send out an EP every month for a year - yes, every month. By now Alina is pretty sick of me talking about Bishop Allen on a monthly basis (and perhaps you are too), but that's just what you're gonna get when a band decides to release something on that sort of schedule. The latest to be released from the group, being October, is September, and just from listening to Like Castanets, I can already tell it's going to be one of my favorites. Like Castanets was composed shortly after vocal Justin Rice returned from a trip to Chile. Now I've always assosciated Chile with this substitute teacher; she was from that very country, and she was always sure to inform us that it was not "Chili" but "Chee-leh." Well thanks to BA, I have something totally different to assosciate with that place - Justin Rice's trip to that South American strip of land, coffee and copihues. Complementing Rice's lyrics are the highly complimentary twangs of Spanish guitar and sleepy horn. Bishop Allen just knows how to put things together, and so all in all it can truly be said that these kids just know how to weave tales that produce images, smells and sounds. Be sure to check out their site for tour dates, the guys are planning a tour with The Starlight Mints late Fall.
Rock has become a very fluid genre. Consequently, so has indie. Bands with trumpets and accordions and flugelhorns and pipes have all become the norm, throwing what we used to know as indie rock in the back of our minds. The Slip takes our nearly forgotten origins out of its recesses, brushes it off, and returns it as good as new. Classic riffs, sing-along choruses, profound lyrics, and steady, driving drum beats take me back to my head-bobbing, foot-stomping days, oh-my-god-this-stuff-is-amazing revelation days. This is indie revisited and refreshed.
Well guys, today may be Friday the 13th, but consider today a rather lucky unlucky day. Why is that you ask? Well if you remember this and that, then you can probably guess that I'm rather fond of good ole' fashioned rock outs furnished by Domino Record's Archie Bronson Outfit. Now if you know that, then you can also probably guess that Alina and I here lke to host contests, because we love you. Ironically, this appreciation of your mutual love for us on this Friday the 13th celebrates the fact that we've reached 13,000 (going on 14,000) visits since we started counting back in July. Thanks for making our unlucky day a happy one! All right, you probably want to know what you're vying for by now, so I'll cut to the chase. The fine folks over at Domino are kind enough to offer up this set of goodies for the winner - a PAIR of tickets to go see the Archie Bronson Outfit at their choice of one of the dates listed below, a vinyl LP of Derdang, Derdang, and a split 7" of ABO and Benjy Ferree. Having said that, the trio are up for grabs at the following bolded dates:
Hrm, do you remember these guys? If not, allow me to refresh your mind. Those three, rather shaggy guys waiting to go on transit make up the hip group that is The Archie Bronson Outfit. Ah yes, that Archie Bronson Outfit. Ever since these guys released Derdang, Derdang, I've been hard-pressed to go one day without listening to at least one of their songs. That may be of course because my alarm clock simply plays Dart For My Sweeheart every weekday morning at 7, but even if it didn't do that, I'd probably still be listening to an Archie Bronson song every day. I won't lie, the kids just know how to make me dance and, more specifically, jive. Now, I can go in depth into the concept of jiving, but so that I can talk more about the album, I'll just say that jiving is that thing you do whenever you really like a song.
So they may have signed under Elijah Wood's new label and their drummer may have divorced the lead singer and left the band, but hey -- the Apples in Stereo are still a damn good band. Fourteen years old with four ex-members, two ex-labels, and one ex-wife, the band is preparing for the future. Their new album, New Magnetic Wonder, is set to release on February 7, 2007, with Elephant 6 buddies from The Olivia Tremor Control. The band may or may not include a new drummer and lead singer Robert Schneider has already snagged himself a new wife.
When it comes to the indie elite, you know The Decemberists would be one group with a well-deserved position on that panel. Now it can be argued whether the quintet pioneered a new genre or simply modified an existing one, but one sure thing can definitely be said - The Decemberists are like no other. Colin Meloy has a voice unrivaled that caputred a hushed, gentle quality perfect for the group's storybook musical mannerism. Despite being recently signed to a major label, The Decemberists' latest, The Crane Wife (released in the US October 3), restrains the band in no way. Quite in fact their fourth album, if anything, rather pushes their limits and tests new ground. Meloy has been remarked to say that this new, ambitious album is actually the group trying to catch up to the always broadening horizon of the musical expanse that is the Decemberists sound. So is this different? Well sure it is, but worry not for it's still just The Decemberists. The group are embarking on an Americanada tour this fall that ends with two dates in Vancouver, BC at the stately-sounding venue of the Commodore Ballroom, so be sure to check those dates out.
Labels: SXSW '07

While Alina may be smitten with the likes of Andrew Bird, I've been particularly fond of a young fellow named Ben Kweller. Had I posted on Friday, it would have been over this guy. I remember the first time I saw a picture of Kweller - I thought that he must have been one of those gimmicky kid bands. Tha man, yes the man, barely looks a day over 18, yet Kweller, holding an ID verifying his actual mid-2os status, has been churning out his pop melodies for quite a bit of time. Adhering to the requirement that all lives be laced with a string of irony, Kweller shows a very mature prose and point of view in much of his work despite his youthful appearance and rather young age. Now I think it can be said that Kweller just gets better with age. I know I just said that about a guy only in his twenties, but when you stop to take a gander at his discography, Kweller's just increased in musical maturity and anchored his identity as a young musician in the progress from Sha Sha to On My Way to his latest, Ben Kweller. Ben Kweller follows his usual paradoxical complex, simplistic style, though this time he's a bit heavier set on the use of keys. I've only heard a few songs, but it seems to be a very good album.
What do The Inner Banks look like? My searches have been futile, and this is the only picture I could get representing the band. But just in case you were wondering, The Inner Banks is composed of a married couple which is itself composed of multi-instrumentalist David Gould and singer/songwriter Caroline Schutz. The two have been on the music scene for years before The Inner Banks, in bands such as The Bootleg Remedy and Folk Songs For The Afterlife, the latter in which they met and fell in loooove. They're looking to drop their self-titled debut album on December 5 which showcases a shitload of other debuting artists and past members of The Bootleg Remedy. So yes, keep your eyes and ears out.
I am in love with Andrew Bird. He has such an endearing witty quality about him, a propensity for quirky pictures, a knack for knowing just the right thing to say. And I haven't even started talking about his music yet. His music is simple and delicate. Soft violins, even softer guitars, and a tattoo of drum beats comprise the instrumental segment of his music. Andrew's gentle, unassuming tenor voice provides the perfect vocal match. Once again, I am in love with Andrew Bird.
Well guys, I get to herald a new week for you, and since ending a week is always better than starting one, I thought I'd add a few more rays to your Sunday sunshine with Everything Absent or Distorted and start your week with a little bit more happy. Now a few of you by now can probably name off my sucker points - handclaps, chorusing...ya' know the lot. Well nestled in all that happy are large and/or multi-instrumental groups - AiH, I'm From Barcelona, Anathallo. Once you get past four members and yield more than 6 instruments, you're no longer a band; you're a parade. Everything Absent or Distorted are a septet from Denver, Colorado, and they, my friends, are your Sunday parade. Like a parade, Everything Absent or Distorted start off distant down the Main Street of your mind and slowly build their way to full force only to dwindle back down as they touch the horizon - oh well, it has to stop sometime. Bubbling away with their pop rock charm, Everything Absent or Distorted hopefully tips your balance towards a good week. That's it for now - see ya again on Tuesday...