Morning Commute Soundtrack: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

After an unforeseen absence, due to surgery and a prolonged recovery process, I have returned to continue to litter your feeds with songs that I happen to listen to on the rides in to work in the morning. I’m still working on a Best of 2011 … So Far list, which I hope to finish by the end of this week, though I must say that there are some absolute corkers being released in the second half of this year. Perhaps I may even get back to writing an album review or two in the process.

Anyway.

We all need someone to act as our Rock of Gibraltar from time to time, during moments of self-doubt or frustration with the direction life takes us. If only life were so easy that we could have everything figured out, but that’s rarely, if ever, the case. Today’s soundtrack selection is from Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ much-maligned Nocturama album, and I was considering posting ‘Babe, I’m On Fire’, the epic 14-minute closer, when I realized that I already did that almost three years ago. So, on an album that’s mostly dour and downbeat, I chose the most optimistic and hopeful song, to serve not only as a reminder that having someone by your side makes life’s twists and turns a little easier, but it’s also a promise.


Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds: Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus

Okay, I admit it: I’m a whore for packaging. If you could wrap up a pile of dog shit in the most exquisite and beautiful packaging, I would buy it and probably love it. (The packaging, not the dog shit.) This is something I feel a lot of artists have lost the knack for over the years: back in the ’60s and ’70s, an album was not just a 12-inch slab of vinyl with music on it, but it was a piece of art. The LP format allowed bands to be adventurous with their packaging, while the CD was merely crammed into a little 5″ by 5″ square, with the font reduced to a size that even a young, virile teenager with excellent eyesight would need a microscope to make out the words. With the popularity of MP3s and online downloading and purchasing, many artists have wondered what the point of investing all the time and effort into creating a beautiful package, and the art has suffered.

At heart, I’m really a curmudgeonly old man who fears change.

However, my hope in packaging was restored this past June, and probably indirectly led me away from the dark path of purchasing music on iTunes. While out visiting my friend Gorzo for a Police concert in Pittsburgh, we stopped by a Borders and I, naturally, went to the music section. I saw a CD there that was packaged way differently: instead of being wrapped in a plastic jewel case, it was instead contained within a decorative and stylish box, made up of what felt like some kind of hard fabric. (I’m not good with discerning materials.) It was a Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds album, Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus, and had I not needed gas money to get back to Doylestown from Pittsburgh, I would have probably bought the album then and there. However, I did get it eventually, when two fellow coworkers, Sean (whose blog I’ve mentioned before, and is worth mentioning again) and Tom, and I went to the Borders in the King of Prussia mall, as we often did. I took it back to the office and unwrapped the cellophane wrapping with the kind of relish I hadn’t felt in a long time; purchasing music had, as of late, become more of a mechanical thing than discovering something new and exciting, but this album changed all that. Thank you, Nick Cave and your Bad Seeds.

All of this would mean nothing if the music wasn’t any good. Now, I had never heard anything by NCatBS before, so I had no idea what to expect. I had asked Sean his opinion of them, and he liked them; the lucky bastard even saw them live last year. Because Sean has introduced me to a lot of great music, I took his opinion to heart and listened with an open mind, and boy was I not disappointed. The problem I have with double albums, though, is that I very rarely listen to the second disc, because I usually find so much to praise with the first disc that I kinda don’t ever want to change the disc. I still have yet to listen to the entire second disc of The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, and I’ve had that album for several years and count it as an excellent prog rock epic.

From the start, I was hooked. Disc 1 is Abattoir Blues, a largely unconnected series of loud, heavy rock songs that totally belie the pastel pink cardboard sleeve and elegant flower design of the box. ‘Get Ready For Love’ kicks the album off with a bang, with Cave – a devout Christian – turning in a gospel rocker that pleads for God’s love while gently undermining it (“Praise Him till you’ve forgotten what you’re praising him for”). It also features very prominent backing vocals from the London Community Gospel Choir, who make their mark all over the album. ‘Cannibal’s Hymn’, meanwhile, roots itself in the secular trappings of sex and lust, though not entirely: when Cave growls “But if you’re gonna dine with them cannibals / Sooner or later, darling, you’re gonna get eaten”, he could very well be talking about the actual act of cannibalism. However, there is an underlying theme of sexuality here: “Those heathens you hang with down by the sea / All they want to do is defrock you / I know a river, where we can dream / It will swell up, burst it’s banks, babe, and rock you”. Married to a downright sinister and sleazy backing in 3/4 time, with prominent bass and a scratchy guitar, this is easily one of the most unsettling songs on the album. (Maybe it’s just me, but the haunting piano motif reminds me a lot of the Rolling Stones’ ‘Sister Morphine’, an equally harrowing song.) However, it doesn’t hold on to that title for too long, with the epic and gleefully disturbing ‘Hiding All Away’, perhaps my favorite song on the album, if only for the barely restrained interaction between voice and instruments, before Cave screeches “All right now!!!” at the top of his lungs, unleashing the Bad Seeds into a glorious cacophony of noise. Lyrically, it’s verse after verse of dirty jokes, with the female character seeking Cave, who just can’t be found, and continues to meet a fate worse than the last with each passing line: “You asked a famous cook if he’d seen me, he opened his oven wide / He basted you with butter, babe, and made you crawl inside” … “You asked the butcher who lifted up his cleaver / Stuck his fist up your dress, said he must’ve been mad to leave you”. The gospel choir really comes to the fore here, and at one point dissolves into a fit of giggles and laughter, barely able to sing.

The mood is taken down slightly with ‘Messiah Ward’, a truly melodic song that only confirms Cave’s fascination with death. (At some point, I’ll get into this a little more, once I have a better grasp on Cave’s lyrics.) ‘There She Goes, My Beautiful World’ meanwhile is an uplifting gospel tune that bemoans the loss of a muse, before picking himself up, dusting himself off, and proclaiming proudly that he’ll survive without her: “So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet, brother, and blow it / If you’ve got a field, that don’t yield, well get up and hoe it / I look at you and you look at me and deep in our hearts know it / That you weren’t much of a muse, but then I weren’t much of a poet”. Cave is practically drowned out by the gospel choir and the Bad Seeds, in another glorious display of melodic noise that I feel is going to be a characteristic of the album. In stark contrast to the songs earlier on the album, ‘Nature Boy’ is an unabashed pop song (well, comparatively), with a melody that I’m sure has been used a bunch of times before but I just can’t seem to place it. Cave sings in a restrained manner, while the Bad Seeds perform similarly, musically; that’s not to say it’s bad, but it’s not quite as exciting as some of the other songs on the album. Still, a bit of a reprieve is in order, and ‘Nature Boy’ fulfills that need well. The title track follows, and is mixed so that the drums are the prominent instrument; in a practice that Led Zeppelin “pioneered” back in the ’70s on such tracks as ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You’ and ‘Houses Of The Holy’, the bass drum pedal on ‘Abattoir Blues’ squeaks. Some might find that annoying; I, however, like it. ‘Let The Bells Ring’ is another overtly religious song, though it’s also an ode to Johnny Cash (who had covered Cave’s ‘The Mercy Street’) and his own beliefs. It’s a good song, but is a little weaker than the others, as is closer ‘Fable Of The Brown Ape’, which pretty much defies interpretation. Apparently there’s a rumor going around that it’s about long-standing Bad Seeds guitarist Blixa Bargeld’s departure from the band just after the release of Nocturama, and I can see how people would make that connection (with repeated blasts of “So long! Farewell! Goodbye!” and concluding line “Down in the valley it [the brown ape, supposedly a metaphor for Cave] sang to its friend / Who he may never see again”), but I believe it’s just a light bit of Cave-created fablery.

The Lyre Of Orpheus is a more restrained disc, and is notable for featuring long-standing Bad Seeds drummer Thomas Wydler smacking the skins, while new boy Jim Sclavunos played drums on the first disc. It was a nice touch: Wydler is more delicate and uses brushes and other percussive textures, while Sclavunos is more of a rock drummer, heavy in approach, with a Bonham-esque sound. The songs on this disc are emotive and poignant, and while I’m hesitant to say they’re more lyrical (most of Cave’s songs are lyrical), there is indeed a lot of flowery prose that was absent on the more straightforward first disc. ‘The Lyre Of Orpheus’ is a modernized update of the original orphic myth, which I’ll refrain from summarizing and instead say that Cave is at his dark best here: Orpheus spends oodles of time in his shed crafting a lyre, which he then rushes in to show his wife, Eurydice, and when he plucks a single note, her head explodes. Orpheus then prances around fields playing his lyre and pisses off God, who throws a hammer down from the heavens and sends Orpheus to Hell, where he meets up with his wife; she has some strong words for him, though: “Eurydice appeared brindled in blood / And she said to Orpheus / ‘If you play that fucking thing down here / I’ll stick it up your orifice!’”.

‘Breathless’ features multi-instrumentalist Warren Ellis tootling away on a multitude of flutes, which I find more annoying than anything, but the actual song is very pretty, being written not about a female lover but of God. (The video is also cute.) The best and most beautiful song not only on this disc, but on the entire album, is ‘Babe, You Turn Me On’, a lascivious love song through and through. My favorite moment of the song is when Cave sings, “You turn me on / Like an idea / Like an atom bomb”, and quietly mimics a bomb exploding. ‘Easy Money’ is the exact opposite of the preceding song, and is either about a male prostitute trying to support his wife and kids, or of a man indulging in an affair with a male prostitute. It’s not an easy song to listen to, that’s for sure. ‘Supernaturally’ is the most upbeat song on the disc, with a buoyant piano melody and an addictive drum pattern. Once again, it’s a love song, with Cave pleading for the object of his affection to not go “all supernatural on me”. (A call-back to ‘Fable Of The Brown Ape’ is made: “Once I was your heart’s desire / Now I’m the ape hunkered by the fire”.)

‘Spell’ is more of a soundscape than a song, with a hushed drum pattern and a scratchy violin as Cave croons of falling fully and completely in love with his muse. When viewed in the context that most of Cave’s devotional songs are written about God, the prose takes on a different, arguably more interesting meaning; ‘Carry Me’, which follows, is another song along the same lines, with Cave imploring people to quit with all the fighting and listen to His advice: Who will lay down their hammer? / Who will put up their sword? / And pause to see / The mystery / Of the Word”. Married to a menacing, piano-dominated musical backing, the song makes good use of the gospel choir heard mostly on the first disc, though it’s still not as raucous as many of the other songs on the album. ‘O Children’ closes out the second disc, and is a slow burn of a track, with Cave wondering aloud what the world is coming to, and what future generations will have to deal with when the one who got us into this mess is long gone: “Forgive us now for what we’ve done / It started out as a bit of fun”. Clocking in at nearly seven minutes, it’s an epic closer to an epic album, one with a lot of information to absorb, and not one of the easiest 82 minutes to get through. But it’s a wholly rewarding experience, and serves merely as a gateway to the vast expanses of Cave’s discography. Take it from me; I’m hooked.


Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds: “Babe, I’m On Fire”

Forgive the indulgence. Right now I’m on a Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds kick, specifically their 2003 album, Nocturama, and even more specifically the song ‘Babe, I’m On Fire’. Now, my goal with this blog is to review albums, not songs, but I’ve recently become somewhat obsessed with this song, and I feel that just mentioning it in a review of Nocturama – which will come, eventually, but not anytime soon, because I’ve just finished the Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus review – isn’t enough. So, I devote an entire entry to it.

First off, I was surprised to read a particularly scathing review of the album on All Music Guide, a site I trust and used as a basis for my record collection, however minuscule it may be to others’. Not that I don’t normally disagree with constructive criticism, but this review seemed particularly mean; maybe it’s because I’m a newcomer to Cave’s music, so that I’m not familiar with what he’s done, but to my ears, the album is good – not great, not like its successors (the aforementioned Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus, 2007′s Grinderman, and 2008′s Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!), but good.

But enough of the album. Let’s get to the song. When I first saw the running length of 14 minutes 45 seconds, I didn’t think anything of it; because it’s the closing song on the album, I just assumed that it was something of a conventional running time, with a hidden track after a few minutes of silence.

Well, that all changed with the pulsating bass riff as Cave howls out the introductory verse, unaccompanied by the rest of the Bad Seeds: “Father says it, mother says it / Sister says it, brother says it / Uncle says it, Auntie says it / Everyone at the party says”. Fairly innocuous, right? Well, once the rest of the band launch into their respective roles with the next line, where Cave twice sings the title, a whole cavalcade of noise and chaos is unleashed, and it’s like a wall of glorious din is being deconstructed, reconstructed, and deconstructed again within a matter of seconds. Violins wail, guitars scratch up and down the fretboard, Hammond organs distort and shimmer, and drums clatter. What follows is an uncompromising song that JUST. WILL. NOT. LET. UP. Cave might as well be improvising the words, as they make little to no sense, but all together they are funny and twisted and demented; a whole laundry list of people, things, and creatures is mentioned, and most of them can only come from the fucked up mind of Cave: everything from a mouse in a pocket to drug-addled wrecks with needles in their necks, from the sweet little Goth with the ears made of cloth to the backyard abortionist. Each successive verse is punctuated by an elongated “Weeeeeell”, while cues for the band to jump into the chorus come in the way of a hoarsely yelled “All right now”; this is Cave and his Bad Seeds at their most unhinged, the closest they can come to derailing while still grasping as tight as they can to the caboose.

What makes the song even more amazing is its video, which I only witnessed for the first time a few days ago. In it, Cave and the Seeds are in a small room, with each member just going ballistic on his instrument as Cave stands perched near an organ, not even coming close to hiding the fact that he’s reading the lyrics off sheets of paper, while doing a silly dance that I can’t even begin to describe. (My particularly favorite moment of the video comes toward the end, when Cave just grabs the sheets and stares at them, bewildered, as if he’s lost his place and has no hope of finding his way back.) Additionally, practically every person/thing/creature Cave sings of is illustrated by members of the Bad Seeds, which might involve them dressing up in drag or hopping around like kangaroos, or having water thrown at them … well, words don’t do it justice. For your edification and pleasure, I attach here the video from YouTube, cut into two parts because the video is just that long. I implore you to watch it with an open mind; it’s not the easiest song to listen to, and it might not make a whole lot of sense right now, but if something in you clicks – and if you feel like exploring Cave and the Seeds after reading my review of Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus – then you’ll see why I love the song so much and had to devote an entire separate entry for it.

If you don’t get it … well, someday you might.


Best of 2008

On December 18th, I created an entry called “A totally meaningless list” where I listed what I thought were the Top 10 albums of the year. With a little more time and thought put into the list, I’ve decided to update it and expand upon it, because a list is great and all, but what’s the point if there’s no explanation to it?

First off is a list of 11 albums that could have been on the list, but I didn’t buy them for one reason or another, presented in alphabetical order by artist instead of numerical preference – because, really, I can’t rate something I haven’t listened to yet. You may wonder why I didn’t include albums like Black Ice, Chinese Democracy, or Death Magnetic, some of the biggest and best-selling albums of the year. The reason is simple: I have no interest in those albums.

Albums that could have been on here but aren’t (because I didn’t buy them):
The Black Crowes, Warpaint
Cold War Kids, Loyalty to Loyalty
Ben Folds, Way to Normal
Al Green, Lay It Down
Stephen Malkmus, Real Emotional Trash
Marillion, Happiness Is The Road
Mogwai, The Hawk Is Howling
Oasis, Dig Out Your Soul
The Pretenders, Break Up The Concrete
Sigur Rós, Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust
TV on the Radio, Dear Science

Now, we get into the reviews. Keep in mind that these are capsules, not in-depth reviews. Where applicable, I have included a link to the in-depth review, and will update this post as I finish the reviews. (As of today, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today and Attack and Release are works in progress.) Note that these include new, studio album releases only; live and compilation albums and reissues were not counted.

Also: while I don’t particularly condone downloading, the “Essential listening” subnote has been replaced by “Defining song” for this list, and subsequent lists, as the One Song I Feel Sums Up The Album Best. Usually, it’s my personal favorite, the one song that should be listened to if someone unfamiliar to the album or artist wanted to get into said album or artist. Of course, I recommend at the very least that the reader goes onto iTunes and purchases the song, or previews it first, instead of running to a filesharing program or site and illegally downloading the album; then again, I’m not the Internet police, nor am I your father, so do whatever you want.

Honorable mentions:

That Lucky Old Sun, Brian Wilson
Boy, does Brian Wilson love California. This album is his first since the artistically rewarding SMiLE in 2004, and That Lucky Old Sun suffers from a case of a far too specific subject matter. There are some good to great songs on here, but there’s a whole lot of uninteresting and sometimes embarrassing filler, especially the narratives. Wilson doesn’t sing, per se, but speak-sings, and listening to 19 songs (even though it clocks in at 38 minutes) like this can become a little tiring after a while. If he had gotten someone with the ability to sing to do the album, it could have been better, but even that couldn’t save the occasionally cringe-inducing lyrics. However, the album is worth picking up if you’re a Brian Wilson or Beach Boys fan, especially for the touching conclusion of ‘Southern California’, where Wilson pays homage to his brothers; elsewhere, if you’re able to disconnect yourself from the alarming state of Wilson’s vocals, the music has an enjoyable summertime quality to it, and what says summertime better than Brian Wilson?
Defining song: Southern California

The Cosmos Rocks, Queen + Paul Rodgers
The debut album from rock’s most confounding partnership – half of Queen plus the frontman of Free and Bad Company – is actually a decent little album, but it’s not great; as a Queen fan, this is disappointing, because these guys are capable of so much more, but there’s a heavy presence of Rodgers’ style here, and little of the familiar Queen sound. Still, these guys are excellent musicians, and there’s a whole lot of enthusiasm all over the record. Songs like ‘Cosmos Rockin” and ‘Call Me’ are so dumb that they’re infectious, while ‘Surf’s Up … School’s Out’ is a humorous, tongue-in-cheek nod to Queen’s bombast. The album never really takes off, though, and some of the best tracks – namely, ‘Time To Shine’, ‘Small’, and ‘Some Things That Glitter’ – are buried among some lesser material that makes Queen’s nadir look almost appealing. It could have been much more embarrassing, but it could have been a whole lot better, too.
Defining song: Surf’s Up … School’s Out!

And now…

Top 10 Albums of 2008

10. Flight Of The Conchords, Flight Of The Conchords
A comedy album, on a year-end Top 10 list? Well, stranger things have happened, but it IS a musical album, with clever lyrics and excellent arrangements … but it just happens to be funny, too. Flight of the Conchords is, of course, formerly New Zealand’s fourth most popular guitar-based digi-bongo a capella-rap-funk-comedy folk duo who got a TV deal with HBO back in 2007, featuring Bret McKenzie and Jemaine Clement; their songs are parodies, and even the titles – which include ‘Hip-Hopopotamus vs. The Rhymenoceros’, ‘The Most Beautiful Girl (In the Room)’, ‘Mutha’uckas’, ‘Robots’, and my personal favorite, ‘Business Time’ – illicit laughter and curiosity. If you’ve seen the show, you’ve basically heard the entire album, yet this doesn’t serve entirely as a soundtrack. In fact, it’s a bit confusing, because the songs are good, but on the show, the joke is that this band isn’t any good (except in their own minds). So is it a soundtrack album, a serious album, a comedy album, or some kind of weird amalgam? All I know is, it’s entertaining, and that’s good enough for me.
Defining song: Business Time

9. The Black Keys, Attack and Release
The Black Keys – specifically multi-instrumentalists Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney – teamed up with producer / DJ Danger Mouse for their fifth album, and it’s served as my introduction to them. What’s interesting is that Attack and Release was originally written with the intent of working with Ike Turner, though he died before they could begin recording it, so the songs suddenly became their own. The duo reinforces their classic rock take on latter day music, mixing a thundering drum performance with a lazy vocal inflection, while adding a swampy mix of banjos and jangling guitars where appropriate. I’ve seen them described as Delta minimalists, and it’s surprising how apt and attractive such a label is. Opener ‘All You Ever Wanted’ is sweet and beautiful, while the blues stomp of ‘I Got Mine’ – rife with a crunching guitar riff and tinkling cymbals – contrasts superbly. Danger Mouse gets a lovely sound here, but if you were to tell me last year that I’d be considering an album by an Akron duo produced by a hip hop DJ to be among the best of 2008, I’d've looked at you like you had three heads. All it’s made me want to do is go back in time and kick myself for not being more adventurous with my musical explorations – so thank you, Black Keys, for showing me the error of my ways.
Defining song: Things Ain’t Like They Used To Be

8. Martha Wainwright, I Know You’re Married But I Have Feelings Too
Following up on her excellent eponymous debut album, released in 2005, Martha Wainwright’s sophomore effort is a little slicker, a little more refined, but not as gutsy. Her acerbic wit and occasionally crude sense of humor still shines through, with a well-placed squeal or moan speaking volumes and adding a sexual flavor to the songs, though there’s something about the production – which places it squarely in the pop-rock vein – that’s a little alarming at first. Still, it would be foolish to have tried to reproduce the singer-songwriter sound of its predecessor, so I Know You’re Married But I Have Feelings Too (at the very least, my favorite album title of the year) succeeds in advancing Wainwright’s sound while compromising very little of her songwriting skills. There’s a handful of guest stars, too, including her brother Rufus, Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen, and Who else but Pete Townshend, contributing some scorching guitar lines to ‘You Cheated Me’, easily the album’s best song (and not only because of Townshend’s presence). There’s nothing as confrontational on here as ‘Bloody Motherfucking Asshole’, but it’s the nuances that make the deepest impressions, and that’s the best kind of way to discover and appreciate an album; otherwise, it’d just be inoffensive, easy-listening pap.
Defining song: You Cheated Me

7. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!
Nick Cave is one demented fucker, but his music is so good and his lyrics so clever that it’s easy to accept his twistedness as a muse. Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! is the first Bad Seeds album since 2004′s excellent Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus, and combination of that album with the Grinderman project from 2007: it’s raw, it’s sophisticated, and it’s uncompromising. Cave can twist his words in such a way that it can make your ears prickle, while sounding like he’s halfway through telling a very dark joke. The Christian apologist in him makes several references to religion, and even demands in ‘We Call Upon The Author’ that whoever wrote the Bible should have a talking to. ‘Night Of The Lotus Eaters’ is downright creepy, with an instrumental backing sounding like something Tom Waits would have written to accompany a scratchy horror picture. The star of the show, though, is not Cave, but Warren Ellis, who adds his own instrumental touches on a handful of unorthodox instruments that serves to alienate and alarm. He’ll do just fine as a Bad Seed.
Defining song: We Call Upon The Author

6. The Fireman, Electric Arguments
The Fireman is producer / bassist Youth and some guy named Paul McCartney (I know, I had to look him up too … apparently he worked with a band called The Beatles), and this is their third album together, but their first to feature vocals. With 13 songs recorded over 13 days (one song per day), the album is about as far away from a Paul McCartney solo album as it could get, with very little attempt to write a conventional song or write a conventional set of lyrics. It’s electronica rock, and with McCartney one of the most musically progressive ex-members of the Beatles – even more so than John Lennon – something like this would be expected, but who knew he could make electronica listenable and even enjoyable? The first 2/3rds of the album is excellent, with the guttural, bluesy ‘Nothing Too Much Just Out Of Sight’ and delightful skiffle romp of ‘Light From Your Lighthouse’ being the best tracks, though the album loses steam towards the end when it gets a little TOO experimental; the warning sign is the pan flute. While Chaos And Creation In The Backyard was McCartney’s finest latter-day album, Electric Arguments is the kind of music that McCartney would be putting out if he didn’t feel like he had to maintain an image – and that’s a damn shame.
Defining song: Nothing Too Much Just Out Of Sight

5. David Byrne and Brian Eno, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today
Nearly 30 years after last working together, David Byrne and Brian Eno – two of the weirdest guys to become rock stars – have teamed up again on Everything That Happens Will Happen Today, a sonically devastating album in all the right ways. Byrne claims that the songs were inspired by gospel music, and with the overpowering jubilation and optimism exhibited on this record, it’s hard to argue with him. There’s a rough hewn sound to the songs, while Eno makes full use of his experimental palette, offering up weird and wonderful sounds that Byrne gleefully plays off of. Opener ‘Home’ is a comforting way to begin the album, though it’s the electronic hymnal of the almost title track that’s most effective, with Byrne sounding like an angelic choirboy against a bed of church organs. Though Byrne is practically a toddler in terms of some of the other musicians in this list, his voice sounds as good as it did back when he was a Talking Head, especially at their peak – which was, incidentally, between 1978 and 1980, when Eno last collaborated with Byrne. Coincidence? Well, probably.
Defining song: Everything That Happens

4. Jenny Lewis, Acid Tongue
Rilo Kiley frontwoman Jenny Lewis released her second solo album this year, and it’s a far cry from her debut (Rabbit Fur Coat), with more of a mainstream appeal to them as opposed to the deep-rooted country & western feel of its predecessor. Her songs are fiery and passionate – sometimes a little too fiery and a little too passionate – but they’re a little more conventional than what she had released with her other band, currently on hold indefinitely. As I noted in my original review, there are some good songs, there are some great songs, and there are some not so great songs, but as a whole, it’s a rewarding listen.
Defining song: Carpetbaggers

3. She & Him, Volume 1
Actress Zooey Deschanel and indie singer/songwriter M. Ward, the respective She & Him, collaborated on what is essentially a Deschanel solo project. Unlike many actors-turned-musicians, though, Volume 1 is a surprisingly refreshing debut, with little in the way of vanity and a lot in the way of substance. Deschanel wrote nine of the 13 tracks on her own (a tenth original composition, ‘Sweet Darlin”, was a cowrite with Jason Schwartzman), and shows that she’s a talented songwriter who is less concerned with offering traditional songs, harking back to the days when AM radio ruled. The originals are delightful pastiches of the 1960s with a modern twist, while the covers are serviceable but not exceptional; Volume 2 is reportedly in the works, and it’ll be a hard act to follow, for sure.
Defining song: Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?

2. Ray Davies, Working Man’s Café
Sounding more like an easy-going pop rock album compared to the darker material of its predecessor, Other People’s Lives, Ray Davies’ Working Man’s Café has a lighter touch and a deeper sense of humor to it. Opener ‘Vietnam Cowboys’ is a biting prod at globalization, while ‘Peace In Our Time’ is a more sentimental plea for pacifism. Davies’ backing band is spot-on, tight, and uncluttered, allowing Davies’ finely-aged vocal cords to bring a great amount of emotion and tenderness that other musicians of his age (62 at the time of the recording) only wish they could possess. It’s not as instantly satisfying as Other People’s Lives, but coming from the man who once sang “I’m a 20th century man / But I don’t wanna be here”, it’s good to have Ray Davies around still.
Defining song: Imaginary Man

1. Elvis Costello, Momofuku
Even though it might be hard to believe, there’s always a theme to Elvis Costello’s albums, and for his newest album, Momofuku, that theme is simple: no fuss, no muss. Joined by the Imposters and a host of musical friends that periodically bump the roster up to a neuftet, there’s a lightness and airiness to the songs, though it occasionally gets gloriously murky, especially on the psychedelic acid trip of ‘Turpentine’. The arrangements are simple, the production unfussy, and the mood joyous; overdubs are minimal, errors are kept in, and Costello sounds rejuvenated, even thrilled to be recording in such a shambolic manner. The title is a nod to Momofuku Ando, creator of the instant noodle. The reason? All you need to do is add water, and Costello felt that this suited the mood of the songs perfectly. It’s hard to disagree.
Defining song: Turpentine


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