I’m not sure if it’s the season or what, but new music isn’t really hitting my ear like I’d want it to. Nothing new has been tickling my fancy. The new Boards of Canada will be coming out next week and I’m very much anticipating its arrival on my front stoop. I also ordered Thieves Like Us’ Berlin, Alex, which seems like it should’ve been here a week ago. Oh well, those crazy cats at Captured Tracks are just up to some more crazy shenanigans I suppose. And within the next month or two there will be a new album from White Hills AND Medicine. Not to mention that new Black Sabbath record I’ve been hearing so much about…
but for now, it’s been pretty quiet.
I feel like I have to make an excuse for not posting any new music bits as that’s sort of my thing. That’s what I do. That’s why I started this spot in the first place. But when there’s nothing to report, well there’s nothing to report. I have gone back and revisited a couple records that I wrote off earlier in the year. Back in 2012 Mac Demarco put out his album 2. At first listen I didn’t know what to think. Listening to it seemed harmless enough. Sort of soft rock-ish meets lo fi. But as I got further into the record I began getting a queasy feeling, like I was in the midst of a pleasant snuff film. I thought of the clown from It, you know, “We all float down here.” Harmless enough looking until it smiled and you saw those teeth. Then the balloon filled with blood pops in your face. Anyways, I quickly put Mac Demarco aside, even despite great reviews and Captured Tracks pushing the guy like he was the second coming of, well, someone worth arriving twice I suppose. But then earlier this year I heard Alex Calder’s Time and loved it. It too had a queasiness to it, but it was more of a Deerhunter queasiness. It was stoned musings from a drunken Canuck. Lo fi, but never low quality. The “recorded in a living room” vibe only added to the mystique of the rather obliqueness of the songs. Well since I dug Calder so much I thought I’d revisit his Makeout Videotape pal Mac Demarco. You know what? I like 2 now. It still retains that weird, slightly uncomfortable vibe, but a little of that isn’t a bad thing(unless you’re feeling it walking down a darkened street at 2am in nothing more than your underwear and handmade Austrian clogs). The more I listened to it the more it revealed a strong pop side. Songs like “Freaking Out The Neighborhood”, “Ode To Viceroy” and “Robson Girl” remind me of a mildly insane George Harrison that went off his meds and was locked in a studio for the weekend with nothing more than Canadian beer and a carton of smokes. The song “Cooking Up Something Good” still sorta freaks me out. What is dad cooking up in the basement that’s so damn good? And chewing Nicorette gum at midnight doesn’t seem healthy to me. Anyways, it seems Captured Tracks has yet another one on the roster that I find I can’t resist. Bastards.
Well, that’s all I have for now. I’m sure in a week(or less), this constipated music moment will pass with a massive plop and we’ll be ready to roll yet again. In fact, ever heard of Brilliant Colors? You will, oh yes you will. Until then, to get my German mojo flowing, I’ll just keep listening to Autobahn on repeat until I start singing the German National Anthem and lederhosen appear on me as if some Prussian miracle is occuring.