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Lullatone
Bedroom Bossa Band
Plays Pajama Pop Pour Vous (2006)

For a very long time, Mates of State served as my highwater mark for tweeness. The first album, My Solo Project, captured the duo at the height of their overwhelming cuteness—Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel shout out lyrics like giddy teenagers atop enthusiastically played organs and drums. The album is bookended by Gardner’s sister singing into a tape recorder when she was a kid. Oh, and did I neglect to mention the duo got married the year after My Solo Project came out? And have since left their mark as indie pop’s most adorable couple ever?

Well, at least they used to be, for now I have found an even more adorable couple: Lullatone. The more subdued, half-Japanese contemporary of Mates of State wins top billing in the cuteness sweepstakes for a number of reasons. First: Jason Hammel gave up medical school to keep touring and playing music with Gardner, which is pretty cute. But Lullatone members Shawn James Seymour and Yoshimi Tomida faced a transpacific divide: they both went to university in Kentucky, but Tomida was an exchange student and had to return to Japan when she graduated. So Seymour said fine, I’m coming with you. That’s even cuter.

Second, Lullatone’s sound—or lack of sound, in a sense—developed because Seymour used to compose music at night, and didn’t want to wake his significant other. Also adorable. Third, the music itself consists largely of toy instruments, found sounds (”The Bathroom Beat,” off their latest album of the same name, uses various bathtub noises for percussion) and Tomida’s gentle, hushed vocals—a classic tweepop recipe if I ever heard one, though not in the same exuberant fashion as Mates of State.

Finally, if you’re still not convinced, here is the promo video they put together for their Australian tour. Yes, Seymour and Tomida even put together the stop-motion.
And the US tour last year:

Dear lord, the cuteness. It’s enough to make you utterly sick to your stomach. I won’t even mention their flickrstream or blog because honestly, I don’t think humans are capable of taking in so much cuteness at once.

Thao with the Get Down Stay Down
Bag of Hammers
We Brave Bee Stings and All (2008)

Meet Thao Nguyen. According to her bio, Thao started playing the guitar when she was 12, and perfected her technique while working at the laundromat her mom ran while dreaming of Lilith Fair. While working towards a sociology/women’s studies degree in Virginia, she met up with some of the people who would eventually form her upstart backing band, the Get Down Stay Down. And now they all travel across the country singing jaunty little ditties located near the intersection of bluegrass and twee pop. I think that just about covers it.

As you can probably already tell, certain elements of her story—I’m thinking the teenager with the guitar in the laundromat with dreams of outdoor folk festivals in her head, really—have a certain down-to-earth fairytale quality that adds just that extra little touch of wonder to Nguyen’s recorded material, though I doubt she came with with the likes of “Bag of Hammers” while sorting change or selling little bags of laundry detergent. We Brave Bee Stings and All is Nguyen’s second album, though her first for Kill Rock Stars and as the leader of Thao with the Get Down Stay Down.

The first couple of reviews of We Brave Bee Stings and All mention the bluegrass connection (as do I, but bear with me for a second). I don’t know about you, but when I think of bluegrass, I think of the likes of Gillian Welch, who you may have heard from the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack or perhaps from “Orphan Girl,” a lovely tale about a little girl who’s lost her entire family. Most of Welch’s career has been spent down at the depressing end of the spectrum, what with songs about morphine addiction and rape in her repertoire. But more importantly, Welch’s music always seemed very much a product of a different age, and though it is very good, it never quite seemed alive. I figured this was just a component of bluegrass music in general, the same way a jazz newbie probably thinks contemporary jazz simply retreads the likes of Davis and Coltrane. So I naturally assumed that reviewers attaching the “bluegrass” label to We Brave Bee Stings and All would mean the same thing: an almost claustrophobic adherence to a dated aesthetic.

But in fact everything I’ve heard so far of Nguyen’s recent work says exactly the opposite. It’s refreshingly carefree, lively and upbeat, even as it hangs on to some obvious bluegrass markers (hello banjo). So if you’re allergic to bluegrass for the reasons I stopped listening to Gillian Welch, give this one a chance. You may be pleasantly surprised.

The pipes, they are clogged

FTP access to the site is down for whatever reason, which means I haven’t been able to upload any music recently. I’m trying to get this fixed (and by that I mean I’m going to wave my arms ineffectually at the webhost support for a bit).

update: Fixed. Suffice it to say I am never ever using PeerGuardian 2 AGAIN. What the fuck.

Goldfrapp
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Seventh Tree (2008)

Having read as many reviews as I can stand about Goldfrapp’s latest album, I have still not come any closer to figuring out if I actually like it or not. I’ve only heard bits and bobs of Felt Mountain and started listening to Goldfrapp in earnest with 2002’s Black Cherry, so maybe I expect a bit more edge and a bit more weirdness from Alison and Will—fewer sunkissed glamour photo shoots like the ones commissioned for Seventh Tree, and more half-horse electroglam cutouts. When your overriding vision of Goldfrapp involves Alison Goldfrapp on stage at Glastonbury wearing tall leather boots and a horse’s tail, abusing a portable theremin as though she were wearing a strap-on, readjusting to Seventh Tree’s far less carnivalesque atmosphere can take some time.

About that cover: it looks like someone took the same aesthetic from Beth Orton’s Daybreaker and recast it in Sherwood Forest. Somewhat fitting in that Orton took a similar low-key chillout approach to her most recent album, 2006’s Comfort of Strangers, though Orton threw away the electronics completely. Goldfrapp is infinitely more successful in that Seventh Tree remains interesting even in its most serene moments. It even approaches the electro sound perfected on Black Cherry and revisited on Supernature at times, though Alison’s old seductive persona never makes an appearance even on relatively bleep-heavy tracks like “Happiness.”

But for the most part, Seventh Tree remains a bit of a cipher—I’m still on the fence. Goldfrapp’s previous formula had worn thin after just two albums, so at least it’s not an even duller version of Supernature. And so far, the new album has proven difficult to dismiss outright. It just requires a lot of my attention to appreciate some aspects of the album; otherwise critic favourites like “A & E” and “Caravan Girl” go in one ear and out the other to little effect.

Yoko Kanno
Cyberbird
Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex OST 2 (2004, soundtrack)

I guess it’s kind of an internet joke now that if you are at all associated with anime, there’s a devoted group of followers waiting to worship you. And so it is with Yoko Kanno, a Japanese composer that you’ve probably never heard of unless you love Ghost in the Shell, Escaflowne, Macross Plus, or any of a dizzying array of anime and video game works she’s composed music for, in which case you’ll almost certainly recognize a song or two of hers. Though she’s worked on several non-soundtrack music projects and even played in a couple of pop bands, Kanno continues to be known best for her soundtrack work.

“Cyberbird,” from the second Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex soundtrack, is one of her better known tracks, and served as my introduction to Kanno’s work. Gorgeous strings backed by a propulsive backbeat serve as a launching pad for the angelic female vocals of Gabriela Robin, a frequent Kanno collaborator (or doppelganger, depending on who you talk to). As an aural backdrop to a action-packed helicopter chase scene, it’s an inspired choice. As an original composition, it’s perhaps a bit too inspired.

The second season of Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, for which “Cyberbird” was composed, first aired in 2004. Back in 1998, Hooverphonic put out their breakthrough second album, Blue Wonder Power Milk. The wonderful lead-off track is a little number called “Battersea,” a spirited drum’n'bass ride through the stratosphere. And if you Google the terms “battersea” and “cyberbird”, like I did on a whim, you’ll find a bunch of people who’ve all noticed the exact same thing I have: the two songs sound similar. Very similar. (I’ve reposted “Battersea” for comparison.)

It turns out Kanno begs, borrows and steals from a lot of sources, at least in the eyes of some; this forum thread lists a number of similarities, inspirations, and possibly outright thefts of other people’s material. I haven’t heard most of the songs mentioned, but at least a few of the similarities check out: “Where Does This Ocean Go?” definitely shares a certain resemblance to Bjork’s “Hyperballad”, and “Face On” sounds like a rock-inflected remix of Craig Armstrong’s “Finding Beauty”.

What’s it all mean? Not sure, exactly—it doesn’t seem like anyone’s bothered to sue her for plagiarism, though some of these cases sound worse than, say, Elastica’s “Connection” versus Wire’s “Three Girl Rhumba.” (Elastica narrowly avoided the courts by settling with Wire’s publishers in that case; they also had to settle a case with the Stranglers for another song on their debut.) And some of the songs on the list don’t seem to match up particularly well to their supposed sources, like “Call Me, Call Me” versus the Verve’s “Bittersweet Symphony.” I suppose the best likely outcome is curious individuals discover the source material upon which some of Kanno’s work is based, and appreciate the new artists they find as a result. In which case, if you liked “Cyberbird,” may I humbly suggest you pick up a couple of Hooverphonic CDs?

Be Your Own Pet
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Get Awkward (2008)

So I was in the record store yesterday flipping through the new releases when I find the new Be Your Own Pet album. In an age where the internet rules all, release dates are broadcast far and wide, and album leaks are expected, it’s very hard not to get some advance warning of an album’s release—and yet here was an album I wasn’t expecting to see for at least a couple more months, sitting in my hot little hands waiting to be purchased.

If you know Be Your Own Pet at all and understand where they came from, Get Awkward probably won’t surprise you very much. Jemima Pearl is a better singer, the edges are a little duller, the melodies are a little more obvious. We’re still nowhere near Avril Lavigne territory, thank goodness, but it’s not quite the half-hour thrash-fest of their 2006 self-titled debut, either. Part of me already misses that earlier incarnation. It’s not necessarily a bad thing for Be Your Own Pet to mellow out as they enter the final stages of teenagehood, and of course they have to figure out how to expand on their basic punk formula sooner or later, but I really wouldn’t have minded just another half hour of bone-shattering shrieks and riffs.

But just because Get Awkward isn’t quite as intense or wilfully adolescent as the band’s first album doesn’t mean it can’t be just as good, so I’ll keep this on heavy rotation for a while longer. After all, with spring fast approaching, there’s nothing better in my collection of recent purchases to shake off the shell of winter dreariness.

Shimpei
Sunlight
Pop\'N Music 6 (2001, soundtrack)

Another left-field track: as far as anyone seems to know, Shimpei doesn’t exist except as the creator of this single track. There are a couple of Japanese artists who happen to have the word Shimpei in their name, but I don’t think they’re the same. Whoever Shimpei is, they created this one track for a music rhythm game called Pop’n Music that seems to have only been released in Japan, but must be wildly popular because there are sixteen versions of it so far. Really the only other hint available to you in the music file is the presence of farm animals—a strangely reassuring and recurring theme when it comes to Japanese game music (also see We Love Katamari’s “Scorching Savanna“).

Um, so that’s it for today. I have no idea where to point you if you want more of the same, or more information on the artist, or even how you can get more barnyard beats. If anyone DOES know where to get more barnyard beats, though, I’m thinking we could kickstart this genre, put out a compilation, get the kids riled up. The Saturday-morning cartoon meets utopian grassroots agriculture aesthetic is one that could use more hit singles, no?

Moebius-Plank-Neumeier
Pitch Control
Zero Set (1982)

Some things simply fall into your lap unbidden, and make an impression even without the benefit of context. “Pitch Control” is one of those songs for me. Perhaps because of the not-too-recent resurgence of teutonic influences in electronic music, “Pitch Control” sounds pretty current to these ears—which is why it was surprising to discover the track was actually produced in 1982 by some of krautrock’s lesser-known godfathers.

Zero Set saw Dieter Moebius and Conny Plank, both associated with seminal krautrock band Cluster, collaborate with drummer Mani Neumeier of the band Guru Guru. Apparently inspired by African music, “Pitch Control” basically sounds like Kraftwerk if you took it out for a couple of drinks and gave it dance lessons. It skitters and skips all over the place, the gears of the musical machinery drenched in luxurious curtains of satin-finish lubricating oil. In short, it’s one of the sexier krautrock songs out there—which, admittedly, probably won’t replace big gay disco anthems or top 40 hip-hop remixes in the clubs any time soon. But if you like a little funk in your groove, this might be a good place to start.

Schema
Unde
Schema (2000)

I’d meant to post this after the Monade track, but, erm, oops. So here it is now.

Back in the days when Kill Rock Stars had Sleater-Kinney and Elliott Smith, and the Decemberists were just a figment of Colin Meloy’s imagination, label founder Slim Moon spun off a boutique label from KRS called 5 Rue Christine. The idea was Kill Rock Stars would be where all the normal indie rock stuff would live, while 5RC would be the label for the more “out there” stuff. For the most part, “out there” ended up meaning noisy, experimental rock and pop. XBXRX, Deerhoof, Hella and Need New Body have all put out albums on 5RC; Marnie Stern’s first album was supposed to be a 5RC release as well (and maybe still technically is—a lot of 5RC releases ended up being joint ones with Kill Rock Stars). When Moon left Kill Rock Stars a year and a half ago, 5 Rue Christine didn’t stick around much longer; it’s now in semi-retirement, much like Seattle label Up Records back in 2000 when co-founder Chris Takino died from leukaemia.

One of the label’s first releases was this one-off project from the late Mary Hansen of Stereolab, who’d gotten together with the Seattle band Hovercraft to form Schema. As an early indicator of 5RC’s mission, the band’s self-titled album was one of the quieter statements despite Hovercraft’s spacey noise-rock pedigree, but the album was unconventional and probably difficult to sell to the usual indie rock crowd—in other words, a direct hit. Some of Stereolab’s noodly synthesizer tendencies creep into the mix, and Hansen’s voice is quite recognizable (something few second vocalists can boast about). Anyone expecting another Stereolab, however, will be sorely disappointed: what we have here is waves of muted guitar feedback, relentless rhythmic loops, and songs that don’t really progress so much as fill the room for ten minutes like a fog before slowly dissipating.

Apparently, Hovercraft and Hansen were pleased enough with the collaboration that they had planned a second album and a tour. All that was cut short in late 2002 when Hansen was hit and killed while riding her bicycle. Hovercraft, for its part, may have seen Schema not as a side project but as an evolution; with Schema gone, Hovercraft seemed to disappear into the ether.

Ennio Morricone
Deep Down
\"Parade 5052\" (I think that\'s a label and release number...) (1968)

The stylish 1960s Italian/French movie Danger: Diabolik is known for two things. In some circles it’s a cult classic. It’s based on an Italian comic and stars a dashing antihero thief with anarchic pretensions, and features gorgeous, lavish sets, tons of positively continental late-60s pizazz, and a suitably caper-ish soundtrack by Ennio Morricone. In other, perhaps larger circles, it’s also known as the last crappy film Mystery Science Theatre 3000 ever lampooned before Mike and the bots came crashing back to Earth.

If you know anything about MST3K, it’s the premise: a hapless guy and the robots he’s made are locked in a spaceship and forced to watch really bad movies, a fate they deal with by mercilessly poking fun at the movies as they play. Does that make Diabolik a bad movie? Well, sort of—it’s pretty unbelievable that a slick master thief who wears silly masks all the time would have a huge underground lair with gadgets and Rube Goldberg devices lying around, as Diabolik does. But as a fan of the movie pointed out on IMDB, isn’t that basically what Batman is—a man working outside the law who wears silly costumes and has an inexplicably giant and ornate underground lair? Besides which, compared to most of the movies MST3K lampoons, Danger: Diabolik actually has a soundtrack that doesn’t suck, composed by one of cinema’s greatest.

“Deep Down” would probably be a more effective theme if it wasn’t so obviously rehashed five times during the course of the film, but maybe that’s why Morricone was reportedly never happy with Diabolik’s soundtrack. It probably also works better in Italian than English. This version is the semi-officially released Italian version, cleaned up and apparently pressed to seven-inch—Morricone completists would know better than I. Though most of Morricone’s soundtracks have since found release, Danger: Diabolik isn’t one of them—the best anyone’s found so far is apparently a bootleg CD, recorded from the movie itself (which is why you can hear Diabolik’s over-the-top evil laugh at the beginning). I haven’t put that version up for two reasons: the sound quality isn’t as good, and the English lyrics will make you wince in pain. Better to stick with the Italian version and dream of trans-Atlantic excess free of complications like understandable lyrics.

Unless you understand Italian, of course, in which case I guess there’s no saving you from the cheese.

(P.S. You really want the English version? Here’s a video.)