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Tom Schraeder- Lying Through Dinner

August 22, 2008

Tom Schraeder
Lying Through Dinner EP
September 6th 2008
En Prise Entertainment

After missing his flight out of Austin after playing SXSW music marathon, Chicago’s Tom Schraeder made a deliberate decision to approach his next project with a synergistic attention to detail. His stay in Texas was serendipitous,

“It’s clichéd, but everything really does happen for a reason; I couldn’t tell you what pulled me to stay in Austin with two changes of clothes, a guitar, and nowhere to sleep.”

Tom’s time absorbing his environment produced Lying Through Dinner, a collection of intimate perspectives voiced with care, projecting the short lived narratives beyond the confines of a single song. Rather, each track seeks to exist in tandem with the next, so that each song serves the greater purpose of the record. Indeed, every song is a rebuttal of vanity and narcissism.

Even though his stay was unplanned, Schraeder’s experience instilled a sense of determination that served as an effective catalyst for his renewed creativity. He slept everywhere from floors, to couches, and even a homeless shelter. Speaking of how his journey contributed to this project, Schraeder says,

“I’m not saying I’d choose to spend the night in a shelter again, but something about the vagabond nature of the experience made this project happen with ease. We went from demo to mastered record in three weeks.”

The record opens with Needle Will Bite, a short and simple track that appeals to one of the most basic of internal monologs. The point of it all, what sticks in the brain, is the line “Something’s gotta give…” This is a moment that everyone has been through, and the song’s elevated tempo is perfect for the lyrics. The song quickly identifies itself with the listener and after only a few seconds makes clear that it speaks for the audience. People sing along to songs and memorize every word so that when they sing them, it is as natural as if they had written the words themselves. Schraeder should be proud; there is a certain beauty in being the guy who wrote the song that poor slobs across America sing at karaoke bars, wasted out of their gourd.

The metaphorical theme of the album’s next track, Guadeloupe Cries, forms the song’s backbone. Guadeloupe at once represents the pre-European peoples of Mexico, but she also represents the holy virgin of Christianity. She is a hybrid of an old world and a new one. She is the liminal space that exists betwixt and between. We imagine a familiar hotel room that has become somewhat lonely. We watch it rain out the window, as if Guadeloupe’s tears lament worldly events, what has been and what is to come.

Musically the record represents tradition and heritage, but in nearly every song experimentation is present. The folk, country-boy croon is at times accented with cavernous feedback, and in the case of Sorry My Dear, the distant and mournful wail of a magnetized guitar. The juxtaposition of the saloon–tuned piano and the fluctuating noise creates a beautiful atmosphere in which words are cradled.

In contrast, Don’t Look Back seems to be Schraeder’s shot at writing a standard, complete with a horn pick-up and a key change. The song says “move on, get over it, shake it off,” The song recovers from the melancholy and depth of the first few tracks, to turn the record face forward. This is a bar song. Not in the sense of alcohol drowned sorrows, but in that it celebrates that feeling you get when you realize the meaning of present and future tense. The past becomes irrelevant. The audience then becomes surrounded with possibility. The suffocating empty room becomes thrown into the social, recognition that a wider world awaits us.

Lying Through Dinner was also made possible by a number of local Austin musicians. While the heart of the record is clearly derived from Tom Schraeder, the rich Texan heritage that was brought to the table certainly added to the already excellent song writing. The challenge for Schraeder was not only to follow up to 2007’s release The Door, the Gutter, the Grave with a record as equally honest and soul soaked, but to also to step up the presence of a defined artisanship. Tom Shraeder has succeeded in this endeavor with Lying Through Dinner.

-FF

7/9

http://www.myspace.com/tomschraeder

http://tomschraeder.blogspot.com/

Other Music
The Door, the Gutter, the Grave- 2007

See CMJ Music Review October 2007

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The Octopus Project- Hello, Avalanche

July 23, 2008

The Octopus Project
Hello, Avalanche
October 9th 2007
Peek-A-Boo Records

Part garage rock, part NES music protocol, and part taurine infused melodics, The Octopus Project’s Hello, Avalanche bravely transverses the boundary between electronica and post rock. The most apparent feature of this band is their overt interjection of digital melody and animated instrumentation into a genre that typically prizes subtly and droning repetition. A song will alternately run a sampled scale and a barrage of distorted noise, punctuating the electro-beats with organic instruments, disallowing the music to remain suspended in an epic or sprawling delay.

Hello, Avalanche was co-produced by Ryan Hadlock of Blonde Redhead, Eagle Seagull credit. The record again highlights Hadlock’s uncanny nose for talent. The hybridity created by The Octopus Project is extraordinarily pleasing to the pop senses. They allow for the striking textural juxtapositions of bands like Xiu Xiu, yet have kept the discordant ambiguities to a minimum. While the suppression of dissonance is in no way an inherent reason to praise, it is a nice contrast to music of equal scale but of jarring composition.

For those of you who are tired of bands that seek to reproduce the melodies of Tortoise, the sequence execution of The Album Leaf, or the gravity of Explosions in the Sky, know that Hello, Avalanche is a contribution to the modern music soundscape of unique and particular character. The Octopus Project allows the audience to dance as they marvel at a functioning collection of flesh and blood, rather simply to listen with a dissatisfied and disinterested ear. This is the balance they strike; they have a defined structure without sounding sterile or methodical. Who knew Austin…who knew?

-FF

7/9

http://www.myspace.com/theoctopusproject
http://www.theoctopusproject.com/

Other Music
Identification Parade- 2002
One Ten Hundred Thousand Million- 2005

Tour
08/02 Chicago, IL Schuba’s w/ Okkervil River
08/03 Chicago, IL Lollapalooza Myspace Stage at 11:30am.
08/04 Kansas City, MO Record Bar
08/05 Norman, OK Opolis 08/06 Lubbock, TX Tequila Station
08/11 Phoenix, AZ Rhythm Room w/ Diagonals
08/12 Tucson, AZ Congress Theater w/ Diagonals
08/13 San Diego, CA TBA w/ Diagonals
08/14 Los Angeles, CA Knitting Factory w/ Diagonals
08/15 Visalia, CA Cellar Door w/ Diagonals
08/16 San Francisco, CA Bottom of the Hill w/ Diagonals
08/18 Portland, OR Satyricon w/ Diagonals
08/19 Seattle, WA Nectar Lounge w/ Diagonals
08/20 Vancouver, BC Richard’s
08/22 Edmonton, ALB Velvet Underground
08/23 Calgary, ALB Hi Fi
08/25 Salt Lake City, UT Urban Lounge
08/26 Denver, CO Hi Dive
08/28 Ft. Worth, TX Lola’s w/ Diagonals
08/29 Houston, TX Warehouse Live w/ Diagonals
09/28 Austin, TX Austin City Limits

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Iron & Wine- The Shepherd’s Dog

November 26, 2007

The Shepherd’s Dog

Iron & Wine
The Shepherd’s Dog
September 25th 2007
Sub Pop Records

I would love to have witnessed the birth of Iron & Wine. Could it have been the moment when Sam Beam, as a teenager learning guitar, first listened to Guinevere off Crosby Stills and Nash’s self-titled debut record? I like to imagine it that way, the education of Mr. Beam’s delicate voice, flowing and illiterating while rhythmic acoustic melodies were built into a chant-like invocation. I’ve been inspired by this record in ways that I am not sure I’ve been inspired in the better part of a decade. While it might be said that The Shepard’s Dog has much in common with Crosby Stills and Nash, make no mistake, Iron & Wine has succeeded in crafting a release of equal measure. It is not passé or derivative. It reminds us of Déjà Vu but manifests itself as a unique and provocative work. It has the mystical and folkish cohesiveness of Led Zeppelin III and the fundamental lyrical beauty of anything W. B. Yeats.

Iron & Wine has produced a record that is both ambitious and progressive. Beam has resisted the temptation to dish out more of the same, yet he has sought to maintain and further define his signature style. The Shepherd’s Dog does not retreat from the ground covered thus far, rather it presses further beyond expectation, illuminating prior work while escaping the bonds of monotony. It elevates Sam Beam, underscoring his place as one of the most sentient and talented singer/song writers of our generation. Iron & Wine avoids contrived floral fakery when constructing his poetics by keeping the lyrics rustic, earthen, and elemental. Without question, The Shepherd’s Dog is an alluring and rare beauty.

American-gothic themes lace throughout the record. Influenced by his South Carolina roots and Austin Texas home, Iron & Wine has created what in literary circles might be termed Southern Magical Realism. The Shepherd’s Dog is something slightly dark yet derived from the hearth and home. Like Van Morrison’s Moondance, there are moments of occultish mysticism and pagan imagery. Mr. Beam develops narratives incorporating kings, queens, witches, and magic and then embeds them within a modern and familiar context. Even with all of its fantastical parts, or perhaps because of them, The Shepherd’s Dog has all the strength and splendor needed to make a genuine classic. It is autumn embodied. It is hard cider and country bales stacked at the pumpkin patch. It is Iron & Wine‘s greatest feat, and one of, if not the best album of the year.

9/9

http://www.ironandwine.com
http://www.myspace.com/ironandwine

Other Music
The Creek Drank the Cradle- 2002
Iron & Wine Tour EP- 2002
The Sea & The Rhythm EP- 2003
Our Endless Numbered Days- 2004
Woman King EP- 2005
In the Reins (Calexico)- 2005

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Okkervil River- The Stage Names

September 1, 2007

The Stage Names

Okkervil River
The Stage Names
August 7th, 2007
Jagjaguwar

This blog begins with Neutral Milk Hotel. A great friend of mine named Jim and I used to throw band names around while sitting in his south-side Chicago apartment. Drinking gimlets, we would discuss The Cure while listening to the Rapture. One of our favorite bands to which we’d drink and declare our unfailing fondness was Neutral Milk Hotel. In The Aeroplane Over The Sea is an intrepid and devastatingly beautiful record. But alas it is not the album I am reviewing. But it was a few years ago, while speaking of this album that Jim told me to checkout this band Okkervil River. Instantly I was reminded of such names as Nickle Creek, Rascal Flats, etc. Jim is originally from Ohio, but he is a pretty smart and a very hip person. I knew he was not trying to turn me on to a country band.

Jim explained that I’d love Okkervil River even more than Neutral Milk; that they were similar in many ways. Of course I decided to give a listen. My conclusion was swiftly drawn, “What was he talking about? This band was nothing compared to Neutral Milk Hotel.” Even media sources like Pitchfork had suggested a likeness and superiority to Jeff Magnum’s final work. The comparison was so off in my mind that I unfortunately dropped Okkervil River right then and there. It would be six months before For Real would randomly surface on my media player, making me a believer in both the band and the album Black Sheep Boy.

I had no recollection of exactly who Okkervil were when I heard the song. In fact, when I checked my screen and saw the bands identity I was very surprised. Was I so concerned with what Okkervil River was not, that I overlooked what they were? Perhaps, but with a little time and distance I was converted in a big way. Even though there are in fact tones of country music weaved throughout the synthesizers and horns, Black Sheep Boy is phenomenal, with lyrics that are heavy and compelling; although not quite as startlingly poignant as In The Areoplane Over The Sea. This mix, along with the soulfully erratic and epic vocals of Will Sheff, provokes the listener to search for meaning in artful lyrics. It is emotional pop with tubas and tambourines. The Austin Texas based band’s newest effort The Stage Names continues this tradition.

The palm muted intro to Our Life is Not a Movie or Maybe, before the snare snaps and the piano pounds, revisits the perfect anxiety created at the beginning of For Real from the previous disc. The vocals are very reminiscent of David Bowie hollering, “Hoo-hoo!” The lyrics do not disappoint either. “It’s just a house burning, but it’s not haunted. It was your heart hurting, but not for too long kid.” Unless It’s Kicks has a similar effect on my impulse to perform random acts of dancing. In fact this is a very key aspect to the album. It is consistent, with breaks and starts. The tempo is generally up and swinging until the second half of the record.

In comparison with Black Sheep Boy, the music seems more natural and a little less synthesized. Like Get Big off their previous record, Savannah Smiles and A Girl in Port really incorporate country aspects into the song style. While it is not done as effectively as Connor Oberst’s I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning, the country-folk elements of The Stage Names make Okkervil River very easy to approach. A Girl In Port could have been a Grateful Dead tune. I have listened to this record over and over again and I have yet to feel compelled to skip a track.

That having been said, The Stage Names does not have as much guts as Black Sheep Boy. The lyrics are complex and analyzable, but they are not delivered with as much punch. The Stage Names is only more introspective than Black Sheep if you define introspection as a quiet self reflection. Okkervil River is more biographical and utilizes more narrative for this record; it is more linear. It seems as though Black Sheep Boy has more reoccurring themes from song to song, and The Stage Names tells little stories about certain times and certain places and people. Black Sheep Boy is comparatively rawer. I think the refined nature of Okkervil’s new contribution to my record collection mutes my awe. The energy is there at the beginning of the record. But it then leads the listener on a journey inwards and with less tenacity. Black Sheep Boy similarly settles down after its monster track Black, but it does so while gripping my wrist.

Perhaps, after all, what I miss in The Stage Names is the very trait I lovingly embrace in Neutral Milk Hotel, an uncontrived emotional voice. Only in Our Life… can I really hear his spit. However, I don’t want to overstate any disappointment. Okkervil River’s new effort is superb. I’ll listen to it many more times. I would not be surprised if six months from now a random song plays and inspires me to return to this opinion.

6/9

http://www.okkervilriver.com
www.myspace.com/okkervilriver

Other Records
Stars Too Small to Use 1999
Don’t Fall in Love with Everyone You See 2002
Down the River of Golden Dreams 2003
Black Sheep Boy 2005

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