Album Review: The Strokes – Angles

Until I got the package in the mail, cut open the box, held the jewel-case in my hand, and had one of the year’s loudest album covers staring back at me, part of me didn’t actually believe that Angles was real. Part of it was the five years it’s been since Last Impressions of Earth, the band’s 2006 misfire, and the years of in-action that followed. But even more than that, no one in the band has sounded enthused about making Angles, aside from “Well, we found out how to not make an album”.

But, after two years of “We’ll make an album, I guess“, here’s Angles. The album doesn’t quite stumble out of the gate, but the electrified reggae feel of “Mach Picchu” doesn’t seem entirely believable as an opener. Second song/first single “Under Cover of Darkness”, a Strokes classic in the making that plays without abandon, would have been much more logical.

“Under Cover of Darkness” works so well not because of how much of a throwback it is, but because The Strokes are such a lock-step tight band. Part of this fiery musicianship might be that Angles was created primarily by the band’s instrumentalists, and Julian Casablancas recorded and e-mailed vocal files from a removed location (and you wonder why no one was having fun making this record?). “Under Cover of Darkness” is one of about three songs that invokes a vintage Strokes vibe, the others being the freewheeling “Gratisfaction”, and “Taken For a Fool”, the latter of which has the best hook of the album.

On the flipside of the signature sound coin, the band also uses Angles to try out some new ideas. And like any album trying new ideas, the results are varied. Towards the better side of things is the aforementioned “Machu Picchu”, which even though it’s an odd choice for The Strokes, works well enough.Other success story, “Two Kinds of Happiness”, is covered in New Wave with a dash of U2 on the chorus thanks to lead guitarist Nick Valensi, and the synths are a nice touch. “Metabolism” is where the split nature of the album’s recording process comes back to haunt it; Casablancas sounds like he’s at odds with the music behind him.

Other experimental tracks fall short of the mark. The drum-less, floating “Call Me Back” is a wonderful track instrumentally, but ends up being too meandering, and the layered vocals sink an otherwise ok song. Angles‘ real lowpoint, though, is “You’re So Right”, which feels like a few random jams forced together, and somehow makes two and a half minutes seem too long. But, despite some unevenness, the album closes on a high note with “Life Is Simple In the Moonlight”. It’s one of the band’s few attempts at balladry, and the strong chorus, wonderful solo, and great melody make it a smashing success.

Taken as pieces, Angles is a modest success; it hits slightly more than it misses. The hits are better than the misses are worse; even though “You’re So Right” is a mess, the sheer charm of “Taken For a Fool” makes up for it. At the same time, though, the album clocks in at 10 tracks in 34 minutes, which makes it go down easy, but also makes any misteps almost fatal. As a whole, the record takes bold steps, but has trouble hitting a stride; the track order never really lets it hit a flow. As a welcome back after five years off, Angles feels a little like a warm-up, but with a band as good as The Strokes, even watching a stretch is exciting, three and a half out of five stars.

tl;dr: Angles finds The Strokes realizing what they want The Strokes to be, three and a half stars.

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Radio Rant: Katy Perry feat. Kanye West – E.T.

Hello, welcome to Radio Rants, and guess who we’re dealing with. Again.

"Hi, I'd like to be Lady Gaga"

Yep, Katy gorram Perry. As I mentioned before, I didn’t really mind her One of the Boys singles; they were dumb, not-great pop rock songs, but still felt fun enough. Cue Teenage Dream, and things are still dumb (now without intent), overproduced, and way less fun. The problem is that OotB was big on personality and low on substance, and TD, while still running on about the same amount of substance, has replaced that personality with boobs.

When I saw “E.T.” on the charts, my reaction was a second of mild surprise followed by justified acceptance. In this case, that acceptance takes place in the words “feat. Kanye West”, because nothing says Single Upgrade like throwing in a Featured Rapper. The only hitch to having Yeezy as a guest rapper is that he’s kinda bad at it. Outside of his own twisted framework, his idiosyncratic oddness feels infinitely weirder, and he suffers for it more than he benefits. This is evidenced in his whole first verse only having one chuckleworthy line: “A big-headed astronaut/Maybe it’s because your boy Yeezy/Gets ass a lot”.

Unlike Katy Perry’s previous singles, “E.T.”‘s production isn’t shabby, mostly because it’s so unabashedly electronic. The verse is built on a steady synth and what I swear is the beat from “We Will Rock You”. The chorus adds a few layers: the “chorus whoosh”, a bass line, and a wailing synth.

Also improved are Perry’s vocals. I’ve beaten up on her in Radio Rants past for not having the range for “Teenage Dream”, nor the power for “Firework”, and I stand by those claims. On “E.T.”, it’s not her range that’s a problem, but that her vocals feel a little too digitized (with reason, too, as I’ve seen her do some bad jobs with this song live). But still, that’s kind of nitpicking since Perry’s vocally more tolerable here than she has been for a while. Hell, this is shaping up to be a decent song.

Oh, wait, this is a Katy Perry song. I know where it’s going to fall flat…

“Kiss me, K-K-Kiss me/Infect me with your loving/Fill me with your poison” I know the song’s meant as a metaphor, but that’s kinda…ew. “Take me, t-t-take me/Wanna be your victim/Ready for abduction” These aren’t really terrible lyrics, but the obsessive submissiveness of it is kind of creepy when you think about it. Thankfully, the chorus has a nice groove to it, and the rest of the lyrics aren’t bad, just shallow ways of exploring the same theme.

No, the lyrics really turn south on Kanye’s second verse. The first couple lines are ok if unoriginal, but the general consensus is that things nosedive with “Pockets on Shrek/Rockets on deck/Tell me what’s next, alien sex?

…the fuck?

“Pockets on Shrek” is apparently an adaptation of a line by (who else) Lil Wayne. It means…just click here, because I can’t explain “Pockets on Shrek” without my brain wanting to rebel from Stupid abuse. And after these three lines of poetry, Kanye states that he’ll disrobe you and probe you because he abducted you (which, considering the chorus, leads to some terrifying implications if you think about it), and tells you what to do.

“E.T.” was a weird choice for a single. I found it to be skippable on Teenage Dream, perhaps because it came right after “The One That Got Away” (which would make an excellent single), but perhaps also because it just plods along. It’s not even really a bad song; the production is nice, the vocals are ok, and the lyrics squeak by. Despite that, it’s not particularly engaging as a song, and Kanye’s two verses hinder more than help. “E.T.” might be from a different planet, but it’s not out of this world.

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New Music: Clara Engel – Secret Beasts

New music time!

While vocal talent is still more or less a given, the standard for how well a singer can sing is getting lower and lower. A surprising statement, sure, but it still seems to be a true one. A so-so singer can get by on rapping, sing-talking, mumbling, or snarling their way through, or, of course, using a studio effect like Auto-Tune. And this isn’t exclusive to any particular genre, most everyone can get away with it.

Which is why hearing a vocal-centric artist like Canada’s Clara Engel is so refreshing. Secret Beasts is her 5th studio album since 2004, and her experience shows. Engel is an artist that has harnessed her trademark sound; her avant-garde stylings blend sparse blues and folk instrumentation with her other-worldly vocals.

Much like the rest of the album, Engel’s voice is (thankfully) pushed to the front. Behind her is a steady duet of guitar and drums, with occasional entrances from piano, strings, and horns. The simple and often repetitive nature of the instruments on “Break In the Sun” (opening song), combined with Engel’s operatic vocals, gives the song a spiritual edge, especially when Engel is joined with a chorus. With chants of “Break in the sun until the sun breaks down”, it’s hard not to be pulled in.

“Ghost Opera” shows more Engel’s vocal gymnastics over a repeated acoustic guitar pattern and an ebb-and-flow drum beat. The steady rise and fall nature of the track comes off as entrancing, engaging, and somehow sensual. From here, Engel settles into a good groove for a couple tracks, including the delightfully well-formed “Old Fashioned Love”. While previous tracks felt like accompaniments (nothing wrong there), “Old Fashioned Love” places Engel in a folk song, and the result is incredibly pleasant. “Madagascar”, meanwhile, is one of the more free-form songs on Secret Beasts.

The comparison I came up with for Secret Beasts was Radiohead’s The King Of Limbs. Even though there’s not a lot of overlay between the albums sonically, they both build their songs quite well, and put an emphasis on atmosphere. They’re both also fantastic background music with “Holy crap, this is awesome” moments coming through (such as the vocal swell on “I Have No Words”). As far as lyrics, both albums gave me the same impression: poetry meant to be sung. But unlike Thom Yorke, Clara Engel’s words come through loud and clear, even during her more elastic moments.

From there, Secret Beasts struts through a few more tracks, all of which are up to par, but start feeling a little stale once “Angelus Bells” enters its fifth minute. Thankfully, Engel antes up for the next pair of tracks: “Blind Me” and “Chorus of Murderous Bells”. “Blind Me” is a classic builder: from basic guitars and vocals, it grows and grows before coming back almost full circle for a very satisfying listen (the backing choir and wonderful melody are high points).

“Chorus of Murderous Bells”, meanwhile, is more sinister. Beginning with simple, repeated guitar and some great narrative lyrics, the song grows darker and darker, adding drums and strings while Engel marches on. Like the previous song, “Chorus of Murderous Bells” winds its way up to climax, then deftly comes back down. Closer “The Sailor’s Choice” clocks in at a little over two minutes, and brings the album to a peaceful end.

All in all, Secret Beasts is a solid album. Engel, a seasoned musician and vocalist, has a firm command over her sound, especially her impressive voice. Perhaps because of this, Engel lands in the Odd Music Sweetspot: true, she’s unconventional, but Secret Beasts is still a very approachable album. It does go on a little bit towards the end, but the last three songs make up for it, 4 stars out of 5.

tl;dr: Avant-garde done right, 4/5.

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P.S.: As an independent artist, Clara does all of her work on her own. And making quality music ain’t cheap. Through audience and listener support, she was able to make Secret Beasts, and now she’s humbly asking our help for the follow up. Click here to contribute to the new album (and get your name in the credits!)

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“Radio Rant”: Rebecca Black – Friday

Sigh.

Yeah, yeah, you’ve all probably heard it by now. There’s this video on YouTube with this girl singing this ridiculous song and it’s horrible. In fact, it’s so horrible it made its way onto Tosh.o, or as I refer to it, “The Show Everyone Wishes They’d Thought of First”. Now, before we launch into the song proper, let’s look at a few burning questions: Who is Rebecca Black? Why does this song exist? Who would go through the trouble of making this?

Well, the song and artist come from Ark Music Factory, who seem to be Asylum Studios made into a record label and earned a 8.6 on the Creepy Fuck scale. An investigation of my own turned up this article, which basically reveals Ark as a company made by a pair of scrubs in the music industry who realized they could make money by taking jailbait age girls, turn them into low-budget Miley Cyrus knock-offs, charge the parents a hefty sum, and walk away with the leftover cash.

…Hollywood should shelf The Hangover 2, because this shit is a movie premise if I ever heard one.

Now, I had honestly planned to cover a real person song this week in a Radio Rant (hence the quotes in the title), but this actually got a few requests this week, and I’ve realized I have a few things to say on the subject of the song.

Before things get too crazy, let me begin with this.

“Friday” is a bad song. “Friday” is a bad, bad song. “Friday” will be the scary story that pop songs tell younger pop songs to scare them into being good. It’s the cancer of pop music. “Friday” is so holistically bad that each bad aspect compliments the next bad aspect in the Circle of Bad. It’s bad beyond the point of being likeable. “Friday” is as bad of a song as the The Room was a movie.

And yet I’m not inspired to hate it.

I can hate “Like a G6”, “Whip My Hair”, and “Blah Blah Blah” because those professional artists took those songs seriously, and ended up making lots of money off each one. Ke$ha’s at peace with her carefully crafted reputation, and is probably buying more glitter and trailer trash clothes with her tour money; Rebecca Black is probably having either an awesome time or a terrible time because of her new “fame”. If lampooning “Whip My Hair” was shooting fish in a barrel, “Friday” is dropping a tactical nuke on a  goldfish in a pop can.

But let’s see what’s so terrible. Alright, this cheapass-video game music production with a drumbeat that’s equal parts kick in the head loud and “First result when I Googled ‘free online drum machine'” is legitimately bad. Then there’s the rap bridge by who I assume is one of ARK’s founders, which I swear mentions driving past a cop car and a school bus (fill in your own pedophile joke here), and that’s terrible as well.

But the real star of awkward is Rebecca Black herself. Rebecca Black is someone who, and I say this honestly and without any ill will, should not be a pop artist. At no point does her delivery hit on target. All her inflections are wrong, and she puts the accents in the wrong places. On top of that, she sounds terrified and singing entirely through her nose, which, combined with Auto-Tune, produces the most grating tone possible. The fact that she was saddled with lyrics below the standards of 1000 monkeys at 1000 typewriters doesn’t help her any.

Aside from it being an easy target, the other reason I was hesitant to review “Friday” is that production values aside, it’s really not that much worse than a lot of dumb pop hits. But I could be wrong on that. No other song features a two-note, major third chorus consisting of one word repeated over and over, right?

The song that made him (in)famous.

Well, ok, that one was luck. No one else writes hits that narrate their day until they go to a party that night, especially with gratuitous Auto-Tune.

The #1 song of 2010. God, how I wish that wasn't true.

Ok fine, but who the hell would be dumb enough to name the days of the week in their song? Surely, Rebecca Black has to be alone in doing something that incredibly stupid? No one would buy a song that resorts to something as juvenile as naming days of the week.

One of the all time digital top-sellers.

“Friday” is still a horrible song, but honestly, it was never really meant to be good, and because of that, I really can’t hate on it. I just hope this whole ARK thing blows over.

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