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Artist Love: Brave Saint Saturn

October 24, 2008

I’m not a big fan of “Christian bands”.  They bother me as a whole.  Mostly because I feel like there’s no actual attempt to make good music, just “Christian music”.  Often, they’ll take a popular band/sound and copy that style with Jesus lyrics, and it really just doesn’t work out.  So again, frustrating.  See, I am a Christian, and I don’t mind music that deals with faith.  But I want it to be good music.  And not shoving themes or ideas down my throat.  So some bands, like Jars of Clay, are pretty great.  And then there’s MercyMe, which was terrrrrrible.

However, my favorite band that happens to be Christian and/or deal with faith, is a group called Brave Saint Saturn.  Some people may remember a ska band called Five Iron Frenzy that disbanded ages ago.  This was that band’s side-project.  Reese Roper, lead singer/songwriter and guitar player for the both bands, used BS2 as a platform for more serious subjects and oftentimes depressing moments.  Because really, can you picture a ska band singing about the Challenger explosion?  Me neither.

Brave Saint Saturn did something really interesting and fun, that you don’t see often.  They told a story with their albums.  It wasn’t anything intense, and oftentimes the songs didn’t relate to the story, just little filler tracks in the albums did, but it was there.  The narrative was about a group of astronauts on the USS Gloria who get lost around the moon Titan of Jupiter.  There’s a lot of metaphors in this, with space being loneliness, light being hope, the return home being like coming to Christ, and so on. The music is spot on and flows really well.  The story, however disconnected it actually is, feels pretty connected.

The real strength of this band though is the composition of the serious songs, though not all of them appear to be so serious.  A prime example of this is Enamel.  Roper wrote this song after his fiancee went down to Mexico and proceeded to break up with him over the phone.  To be honest, it’s a bitter song.  But it’s incredibly well put together.  The lyrics are fantastic:

“The phone lines down in mexico are slow and maybe tired
I think all your devotion, got lost inside the wires
Well I hope you cannot sleep, and I hope you cannot smile
And I hope that you are burdened with your guilt for quite a while”

It has a great bridge too, featuring a phone conversation with a translator and losing communication.

Some songs are more faith oriented too, like I Fell Away and Heart Still Beats.

But possibly the strongest song on any of the three albums is Estrella.  Roper wrote what the song is about better than I ever could, so here’s what he said, from the liner notes:

This song is about a dear friend of ours Matt Estrella. Matt suffered from a rare genetic disease called Neurofibromatosis 2, which causes tumors to grow on the myelin sheaths of the outer nervous system.  Eventually the nerves will stop functioning. Our friend Matt was deaf when we first met him. He was losing his sight and a lot of feeling in parts of his body. The tumors were large, and very noticeable in some places.He was about the same age as I was, but I was living an amazing life for a 25 year old, while he carried this enormous and hideous burden. It seemed that anytime that I would complain to God about something fair or unfair, somehow I would see or hear from Matt. He was the only person that I had met that had any right to complain to God about what unfair or unjust in his life, but he never did. His faith was beyond measure, and that is why I loved him. Last spring, he died while undergoing an operation of removing one of his many tumors. This is just some stupid song I wrote in a basement. It will never make up for what is missing from the world now Matt Estrella is gone from it…But it is the best I could do. Shalom my friend we will see you again.

-Reese Roper February 4, 2003

An amazing band.  Of their albums, the second (The Light of Things Hoped For…)is the strongest, though I should probably listen to the third that was just recently released some more.


Ray LaMontagne: What Is He?

October 21, 2008

So because a) there is a song called Meg White on it and b) a particular young lady likes his stuff, I downloaded and listened to Ray LaMontagne’s newest album, Gossip In the Grain.

This was a good choice.  It’s a fantastic album.  I’m not going to review it though.  I’m going to figure out what the hell it is/he is.

The first song grabbed me, which is always good, but not in a way I was expecting.  Allmusic compares LaMontagne to Justin Townes Earle, A.A. Bondy, and (<3) Ryan Adams.  So I click play.  And…it’s soul.  Well, not actual soul.  Neo-soul.  Like, neo-Memphis soul.  Hm, what’s an easier way to say this?  I expected Sam Cooke or Al Green to sing, if that gives you an idea.

Here’s an Al Green song, for reference.

Here’s the opening track of Gossip In the Grain.

Can you hear it?  I mean, it’s not a copy, but it’s very soul influenced.  In fact, the thing that it reminded me of most was Donavan Frankenreiter’s Move By Yourself, both the album and the individual song.

However I’ve been assured that’s not Ray’s sound or style.  So I then go to YouTube to further understand this, and pull up the title track from Trouble, which I guess is his most well known album:

A little less soulish, but damn if that ain’t a Frankenreiterish sound.  Now don’t get me wrong, this is not a bad thing.  In fact, this is a very good thing, it works for him.  So, am I missing something?  I really do want to know if I have completely misunderstood Ray LaMontagne.  I mean, not all of his stuff sounds this way, like Hey Me, Hey Mama on the aforementioned Gossip In The Grain.  But it’s there, Let It Be Me proves this isn’t just a coincidence between Trouble and You Are the Best Thing.

Anyways, I highly recommend this album.  It’s fine.  It is the best thing.


Band Love: The Old 97’s/Rhett Miller

October 17, 2008

The Old 97’s and Rhett Miller, like a lot of other bands or singers I like, have had a weird relationship with me.  I really like them both.  And I have for a while.  But I didn’t start actively listening to them until this year.  And I couldn’t tell you why.  I had one song by them for about 3 years, that song being “Question”, possibly the sappiest song in the world.  Which is a good thing.

Anyways, I got this song from watching Scrubs, where it’s in a fantastic engagement scene.  And I liked it for years, but never pursued anything else by them.  I had heard other things by them, but never really listened to them.  Then one day I go to Best Buy and on a total whim purchase Alive & Wired, their 2-disc live album.  And it was so good.  Especially Timebomb.  After that it was like falling in love.  I bought the new album: Blame It On Gravity, their most famous album: Too Far Too Care.  And these filled my summer.  Rhett Miller’s two solo albums both ended up in my iTunes after a fellow Ryan Adams/Ed Harcourt fan recommended them to me.  The other day I got Drag It Up by the Old 97’s, which I’d heard good things about.

So, why are they so good?  Everything they do has a level of excitement or joy in it that few artists can claim to have.  Listening to their stuff makes you just know that they had fun making it.  A lot of fun, in fact.  Rhett Miller’s lyrics for both his solo stuff and Old 97’s stuff is witty, smart, and enthusiastic without being full of itself.  i.e. from The Fool on Blame It On Gravity

“He came from Phoenix in a borrowed VW bug
He was the kid voted most likely not to return
To Phoenix in a borrowed VW”

And he has so much better, in Timebomb, Our Love, and so on.

The sound of the Old 97’s is also pretty enthusiastic.  It’s pretty rock oriented, but a mix of equal parts twang and garage.  His solo stuff though loses that, and focuses more on a power pop sound, which works just as well.  It’d sound more fleshed out with the band behind him, but that’s not so much what he drives for.


The Saturday Knights

August 27, 2008

Artist: The Saturday Knights

Album: Mingle

Label: Light In The Attic

This is probably one of my favorite finds of the new school year.  For this I have to thank Ryan at the Cracked forums (thanks Ryan!) who linked the album’s free legal download. And I’ll do the same. Yes, free and legal.  It could be a purely mediocre album and still be worth download.  Thankfully, it’s not.  This is good stuff.  It’s hip-hop, but in that alternative groovy way, with more singing, more general melody, and some rich lyrics.

Sometimes the album is a bit cheesey and hard to take seriously, but I think it’s more that the Saturday Knights don’t take themselves seriously.  (By the way, this time I’m not going to offer any YouTube or mp3 links to specific songs because you can download the album for free).  But a great example would be the song Dog Park.  Yes, Dog Park.  It has this weird U2ish intro that sounds like The Edge guest starred on the album.  Then it stays pretty normal for a while.  Then the dogs come into the picture.  And he’s singing about pedigree, best of show, etc.  It’s not a bad song.  In fact, it’s really enjoyable in both that fun ridiculous way and a serious well constructed song way.

Another “What the hell” moment is Foreign Affair.  The lead singer is singing about British singers.  There’s one part where he goes “Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy” and the backup singers go “Amy Winehouse”.  Or he refers to MIA at another point.  I mean, what the hell?

But weirdly enough, it’s another enjoyable song.

Despite oddities in lyrics, the album is fantastic.  The beats are great, the delivery of both the singing and rapping is incredibly entertaining and dynamic (something I think a lot of rap needs).  I highly recommend going out and downloading this album for free.

Legally bitches.


Album Review: Girls and Weather (Rumble Strips)

August 11, 2008

This is with out a doubt the second best album I’ve enjoyed all summer. Well, maybe not best, but second most enjoyable. So Many Nights by Cat Empire is still better.

Regardless, this album is really truly great. It’s got a garage rock sound that doesn’t trade melody for noise (like so many other garage rock bands) and really brings in a lot of soul influence. The band finally manages to prove that Britain can supply the modern world with a sound that’s not Oasis, U2, Amy “How the hell are you still alive and who still cares about you” Winehouse, and whatever the Britpop flavor of the month is. They’re upbeat, but not fast upbeat. They have horns, but stay away from ska (thank god- more ska is the last thing the world needs. I mean seriously, what “wave” are they on now? And what’s the difference between the waves? And who wants to call dancing skanking? And why the plaid?)

Ahem. It’s fun music. Meant to be played loud. Possibly while driving. They’re not particularly deep songwriters, but are a hell of a lot of fun. Great example, Motorcycle. It’s a song about how the singer’s life would be better if the bike he was riding on was a motorcycle. And it basically says he’d be a mad cool pimp. And he’d be halfway home.

Alarm Clock, another fun one. A great example of the sheer fun and cheerfulness of their lyrics.


Looong Album Review: Pretty. Odd. (Panic At The Disco)

July 29, 2008

I’m embarrassed. Really seriously embarrassed. To review this album I had to listen to it, which would normally be embarrassing enough. But it gets worse: I like it.

But the thing I’m embarrassed about the most is that I’m embarrassed about liking/listening to it. Because it’s good. Damn good. But there’s this idea that Panic can never be good, and even listening to this as I type and loving every second of it I get a bit confused.

I mean, let’s face it. A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out was a joke of an album. I’m sure you could listen to the same album by buying Fallout Boy and playing it at 2x speed. And there’s no reason to expect Panic’s sophomore release to be this good. The lyrics on A Fever… were trite and contrived, the music was, well, basic and written by 12 year olds. They wore top hats, makeup, and were generally mocked by the music world.

So here comes Pretty. Odd and it gets, weirdly enough, good reviews. Like, really good reviews. I hear about it everywhere.

I ignore all of this. I mean, Fallout Boy’s second album got good reviews, yeah? And that was more of the first album. Then one night, I’m watching SNL and Panic comes on. I reach to mute it, but my remote dies and so I’m stuck in bed ready to be terrorized. And I’m mesmerized.

I don’t know what happened, maybe the band heard a real album that wasn’t written by Pete Wentz. I don’t care. THIS IS GOOD.

So it’s not the best thing since Pet Sounds. It’s still really really good. There are a couple of weak spots, like the album opener We’re So Starving, which is rather arrogant in that they apologize for being gone to write songs for “you”. When they sing that, a crowd cheers. It’s not a bad song, but annoying. Since I never missed them.

But most of it is, well, fantastic. Even if the lyrics are possibly pure nonsense (Do You Know What I’m Seeing is a great example of this).
One of the best songs is Folkin‘ Around, a Byrdsish (I hate comparing band sounds, but it’s unavoidable here) track.

Another great song is Northern Downpour. It’s quiet, soft, and sweet. Everything this band seemed to avoid on the first album.

My personal favorite though, for no particular reason other than it has a great chorus, is She’s A Handsome Woman.


Album Review: Modern Guilt (Beck)

July 12, 2008

Oh Modern Guilt. I have no idea how to describe you. You have this 60’s psychedelia thing going on, you have this funky thing going on, but most of you have this Beck thing going on. And at your heart, that is what you truly are: a Beck album at its finest.
You are beautiful through and through, whether you’re being a serious song or a fun song, it manages to be atmospheric and danceable.

Your opening track, Orphans starts simple and builds so well and flows so nicely into everything else.

Everything that follows is beautiful. No one song stands out, they all have the same feel but manage to be different.

Honestly, this is the best Beck album since Odelay. It’s lyrically sharp, fun, dark, well produced, and always interesting. I don’t really know what else to say about it.

Here’s my favorite track, Profanity Prayers.

Tomorrow I’ll post about my newest love: Charlotte Sometimes.