Review: RECCOMENDED
Despite her personal challenges, it's safe to say that Julien Baker sounds like a decent person. The sort of artist whose bandmates and peers have observed distributing gig riders among local homeless people. A musician who isn't afraid to not only put it all out for us to see, but swing the spotlight round to fully focus on and analyse herself, in public.
That's certainly the overriding feeling you get from Little Oblivions, her latest long form outing. Themes of guilt, elusive redemption, personal inconsistencies and failings are constant, as if we're being asked if we can tolerate these traits and behaviours before signing up to the fan club. Musically, it's just as memorable, Baker - largely known for her pared back approach to country-infused indie folk rock - has put everything into this, switching gears to focus on louder, larger, more complicated arrangements, and pulling it off with aplomb.
Review: "I'd prefer it to be called just a country album," said TORRES of her collaboration with Baker, nearly a decade in the making, "but I'm proud to have made a 'queer country' album." TORRES had the initial idea to turn to the genre, inviting Baker to collaborate not only because of her shared southern roots but also because she'd also had a similarly religious upbringing that ultimately saw sexual orientation judged and condemned. The result is some deeply autobiographic songwriting on tracks like 'Tuesday', about a traditional family's rage at discovering their daughter was gay, the lilting 'Sylvia' and 'Sugar In The Tank', with pedal steel meeting acoustic guitar strum and very intimate sounding vocals. Bound to cause controversy in certain areas of the US, but it's got the quality and distinctive flavour to stand its ground.
Yes I Have Eaten So Many Lemons Yes I Am So Bitte (2:55)
Changer (3:22)
Horsey Girl Rider (2:46)
NOCD (2:50)
Best In Show (2:36)
Clark (2:22)
Harpee (3:11)
Friends (1:51)
Maddington (2:43)
Review: The poker-faced, jeans-wearing trio Bar Italia are back. Thus far, and across a sparse and steady stream of largely digital singles and albums - with grainy, Photo Booth and MS Paint-style visual editing to boot - they've managed to summon a strange form of mysterious, but relationally sad Britishness in their music. In our opinion they're often mis-touted as a shoegaze act, so we hope their latest LP and first-time Beggars release Tracey Denim here dispels that myth. Whether getting at the just-out-of-reach noughties blindspot nostalgia of Tracey Beaker, or nodding to the depressive relic-making of Tracey Emin, one fact remains: this is Bar Italia's most refined work yet, taking their increasingly emo sound to its most logical conclusions, while demonstrating mastery over the same boxy, warped naivete that has always defined them.
Review: Melt Away, the forthcoming double LP compilation, offers rare tracks and outtakes from Bardo Pond's peak creative period in the late 90s. A gem from this collection, 'The Trail', initially featured on the 1997 compilation What's Up Matador, encapsulates the essence of fleeting momentsiits six-minute journey is ethereal and immersive, urging listeners to linger. Bardo Pond, the American psychedelic rock ensemble formed in 1991, continues to captivate with their immersive soundscapes. Their music blends elements of space rock, acid rock, and shoegazing, often drawing comparisons to Pink Floyd, Spacemen 3 and My Bloody Valentine. Their work is characterised by droning guitars, heavy distortion and enveloping feedback and rooting in ecstatic jazz and avant-garde influences, creating a dreamlike experience that transcends conventional understanding. If that sounds like your thing, dive in.
Review: Matador has released the long awaited reissue of Bardo Pond's iconic 1999 album Set and Setting, remastered and pressed on striking purple vinyl. Known for their expansive and immersive sound, Bardo Pond's Set and Setting remains a standout in their discography, featuring the epic eleven-minute opener 'Walking Stick Man' and the intense single 'This Time (So Fucked)'. This album captures the band at a peak moment, blending heavy psychedelia with sprawling sonic landscapes. Set and Setting might not be Bardo Pond's heaviest record, but it's certainly among their fuzziest. With the fuzz dialed up to eleven, the album teeters on the edge of sonic overload, creating a swirling, sludgy atmosphere that's a dream for those who love their rock dense and gritty. Bardo Pond's music can be challenging to categorise, with their discography swinging from focused psych-rock to sprawling, loose jams. In the 90s, they didn't capture the mainstream attention of bands like Sonic Youth or Mudhoney, but they carved out a unique niche, blending shoegaze, desert rock and Krautrock influences into a potent, heady mix. Set and Setting, though perhaps not the easiest entry point into their catalog, encapsulates the band's distinct approach. While it might lack traditional hooks or radio-friendly tracks, it's rich in the droning, psychedelic explorations that define their work. For those who crave unfiltered, immersive jams, Set and Setting stands as a prime example of Bardo Pond's enduring appeal.
Review: The Glasgow-based indie-pop mainstays have continually challenged themselves throughout their life as a band, and Girls In Peacetime Want To Dance is another step forward, again proving themselves to be not as easily pigeonholed in the insular worlds of twee indie as their detractors might have imagined when they emerged as a cult concern in the late '90s. "Enter Sylvia Plath" even takes their trademark stylings to the dancefloor, no less than a disco stomper redolent of a more bookish Hot Chip, whilst "The Party Line" is proof positive that their pop muscles can be formidable when flexed. A charming collection for diehards and new converts alike.
Review: Rolling Stone declared Bettie Serveert's debut album Palomine as "untamed and free as pop gets" back when it was originally released in 1993. It sure did become a classic and so now gets a 30th anniversary reissue, the first it's ever had. The Dutch band's Carol van Dyk and Peter Visser admit that they were "green as it comes" when they record it but that didn't stop them cooking up plenty of infectious hooks and jangling grooves run through with elements of prog, pop and folk. It's a nostalgic trip to tune into this one three decades on, but one that is well worth making.
Review: The second part of Matador's reissues of the essential early records by Texas's Butthole Surfers continues with three of their most insane slabs -- 1985's Cream Corn from the Socket of Davis, 1987's Locust Abortion Technician and 1988's Hairway to Steven. The second of these three, Locust Abortion Technician marked the meso-morphosis of the band's transmutation from Texan outcasts to global sensations. Compared to the still somewhat demo-qual feel of Cream Corn, Locust Abortion Technician was also their most rapacious outing yet, bringing their trademark scuzzy guitars and gassy, so-called 'Gibbytronix' vocal effects units - an invention of the band's own Gibby Haynes - to fuller prominence.
Review: The Butthole Surfers' final album on indie label Touch & Go bridges their anarchic early days with a more polished approach from their major label ventures. Following the seminal "anti" album Locust Abortion Technician, Hairway to Steven represents their peak accessibility before subsequent attempts at mainstream success. Known for their avant-garde indie roots, the band eschews traditional song titles, instead opting for individual doodles that later gained names through bootlegs and live releases. Gibby Haynes showcases his trademark "Gibbytronics," utilizing studio wizardry with multi-tap delays and pitch-shifters, moving beyond megaphone screams to intricate vocal manipulations. Guitarist Paul Leary remains a focal point, crafting distinctive riffs and experimental harmonies that blend intentional sloppiness with accomplished precision. Hairway to Steven marks a departure with cohesive compositions and soulful moments like 'I Saw an X-Ray of a Girl Passing Gas' and the double drum-driven jams of 'Rocky' and 'Backass.' It's a transitional album that balances irreverent juvenility with thoughtful songwriting, offering a gateway from their earlier raw sound to deeper exploration. For fans new to their legacy, this vinyl reissue serves as an ideal introduction to their influential, defiant musical ethos.
Review: The second part of a series of essential early records by Texas's Butthole Surfers features three of their most unhinged releases: 1985's Cream Corn from the Socket of Davis, 1987's Locust Abortion Technician, and 1988's Hairway to Steven. These records capture the Butthole Surfers' evolution from Texan misfits to renowned provocateurs of the American underground scene. In 1985, they were the darlings of hallucinogen-fueled punk enthusiasts. By 1988, they had toured Europe, gained international recognition, and established a base in Driftwood, Texas. Cream Corn from the Socket of Davis offers a tantalizing glimpse into the Butthole Surfers' chaotic genius. Featuring two tracks from Rembrandt and two new recordings from their home studio in Winterville, Georgia, the EP showcases the band's unique blend of precision and madness. 'Moving to Florida' stands out as a surreal, Beefheart-esque trip, while the other tracks are equally mind-blowing. This EP serves as a perfect, bite-sized introduction to the delirious brilliance that the band would continue to unleash in their subsequent releases. These albums are remastered by Golden himself adding to the importance of these.
Review: This might be the eleventh album from Car Seat Headrest, or the third. It all depends on how you judge things. Either way, 'Making A Door Less Open" is a confident return for the outfit, who haven't released any new material since 2016, and something of a bold technological achievement. Without getting too bogged down in details, the record was created in a three stage process; songs laid down with guitars, drums and bass, then re-recorded in a MIDI environment before the two versions were combined to emphasise different elements on different tracks. Hence the beautifully compressed beats, heart-warming and stomach-rumbling low ends, and overall sense of depth and sonic scope. Stylistically, it's a cunning mixture of box-fresh garage pop-rock and lo-fi electronica, packed with funk, fraught emotion and polished details.
(Joe Gets Kicked Out Of School For Using) Drugs With Friends (But Says This Isn't A Problem) (5:35)
Not What I Needed (4:32)
Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales (6:10)
1937 State Park (4:00)
Unforgiving Girl (She's Not An) (5:16)
Cosmic Hero (8:31)
The Ballad Of The Costa Concordia (11:34)
Connect The Dots (The Saga Of Frank Sinatra) (5:58)
Joe Goes To School (1:11)
Review: Will Toledo has quickly made his presence felt as a witty, playful yet poignant chronicler of the disenfranchised, and this first full-lengther for Matador - following the earlier re-released 'Teens Of Style' - displays a rare ability to combine indelible songwriting chops with ornery attitude and a pleasing sense of the ridiculousness of one's youth. This is a fitting label for him to be on, given the influence that the gentle melancholia of Yo La Tengo and the salty guitar-rock sarcasm of Pavement have clearly had on this oeuvre, yet 'Teens Of Denial' remains evidence of a brand new and engaging talent in full flight.
Review: Car Seat Headrest's approach to releasing records evokes a bygone era in the late 60s and 70s when it was really common to bash out an album every few months. Despite having only formed in 2010, the Virginia, US indie sorts now have 13 studio albums to their name. The band's singer and songwriter Will Toledo is prolific in releasing solo recordings on top of that, so hats off to them, really. It's not filler either. With the opening number 'CCF (I'm Gonna Stay With You)', they have one of the most anthemic rock tracks of the year so far (it takes a while to warm up but the pay off is huge) it's the sound of a group more confident in their ability than ever. Elsewhere, 'Reality' sees them shift gears into more of a ballad, but with so many twists and turns. That you don't quite know what's coming next is a welcome respite from formulaic rock and pop. Not everyone can pull it off but Toldeo and co. have earned the right to tear up the rulebook because they are operating on another level.
Review: In recent years we've had some exceptional examples of what you might call "narco rock 'n' roll". The sort of records that sound excellent when you're high, but seem to lose some of their potency - or relevance - when you're listing through headphones at your desk in the middle of a working day. Darkside's latest is, unsurprisingly, very much of the 'baked goods' ilk, but there's a delightfully pop-friendly element at play here that means you can get a lot out of the experience without having to have your own induced experience.
Musically it's actually relatively conservative stuff, considering the artists involved. Nicolas Jaar is a bonafide electronic visionary who has been pushing boundaries for well over a decade, while Dave Harrington is one of the most forward thinking multi-instrumentalists you'll ever hear. Together, though, they create a space that's strange but also familiar, like rediscovering forgotten albums from the early-1970s psyche heyday.
Review: Darkside - the duo of visionary producer Nicolas Jaar and guitarist Dave Harrington - have brought their touring drummer Tlacael Esparza into the recording process for this third album of theirs and he's now a full-time member. The songs for this album, which were recorded in Los Angeles, the south of France and Paris, came out of a series of improvisational jam sessions and they transport you into their swaggering and inventive universe where anything goes. The sheer joy of 'S.N.C' brings to mind Jaco Pastorius in terms of taking the bass guitar to new heights and the funk keyboard is a throwback to the 80s Casio era. 'Graucha Max' is a lot darker and twisted, delving into psychedelic rock with distorted lines, but then splicing it with sub-heavy bass that would ignite any club dancefloor. Darkside are right up there with the best the Los Angeles scene has to offer right now.
Review: Back in 2011, Nicolas Jaar joined forces with fellow Clown & Sunset contributor Dave Harrington for the Darkside EP, an impressive trio of untitled tracks that pitted the formers scratchy, near-paranoid production style against the latter's penchant for lo-fi indie-rock inspired fuzziness. Here, the duo dusts down the Darkside alias once more for a first collaborative album. Predictably, it's an impressive set, offering a collection of downtempo tracks that shuffle between crackly, out-there atmospherics ("Sitra", reminiscent of much of Jaar's Space is Only Noise album), echo-laden alt-rock experimentalism ("Heart") and heart-aching fragility (the James Blake-ish "Greek Light").
Review: Canadian experimental hardcore collective Fucked Up have grown into underground heroes throughout the years, thanks in no small part to their prolific slew of challenging, conceptual EPs and stellar full-lengths. Originally released in 2008, and described by their label as "an expansive epic about the mysteries of birth, death, and the origins of life (and re-living)", the band's sophomore LP The Chemistry Of Common Life has gone onto become one of the most adored post-hardcore works of the 21st century. Angular and angst-riddled yet exuding nuanced melodies and astute lyrical ponderings, this timeless album is still heralded by many as one of the all time essential "thinking man's" punk projects, and celebrates its 15 year anniversary with a vital reissue.
Review: Former long serving bassist with Sonic Youth, Kim Gordon is something of an icon in the alternative music scene and now much to the delight of her faithful fans she unveils The Collective on Matador Records. With her signature blend of sonic experimentation and poignant lyricism, Gordon navigates themes of identity, feminism, and cultural critique across this superb album. It all serves as a testament to her enduring influence and her distinctive voice and innovative songwriting of course shine through each track with raw emotion and unapologetic honesty. The Collective, then, solidifies Gordon's status as a pioneering figure in the indie rock landscape with this latest glimpse into her ever-evolving creative mind.
Review: Legendary musician, multi-disciplinary artist and former Sonic Youth fixture Kim Gordon returns with her second solo album, The Collective. The Collective follows Gordon's 2019 full-length debut No Home Record, and continues her collaboration with producer Justin Raisen, with additional production from Anthony Paul Lopez. An full-length exploration and lament, of today's paranoid climate of binge logic, anaesthetic short-term pleasure-seeking and post-truth thinking, The Collective is Gordon's self-described attempt at disruption; a following of the unknown, perhaps even with a view to fail. Whatever failure means to her, Gordon's sonic examination of topics such as masculinity and chaotic world orders is certainly disruptive, pairing wild rock and trap fusions with ironic analyses of the stereotypes surrounding both.
Review: The Hard Quartet's self titled debut album, marks the arrival of a band that is anything but ordinary. Comprised of four music giantsiEmmett Kelly, Stephen Malkmus, Matt Sweeney, and Jim Whiteithis ensemble is a meeting of minds that have already left significant marks on the music world. Their collaboration, now crystallized under the name The Hard Quartet, promises a fresh take on rock 'n' roll, melding the familiar with the new and the melodic with the enigmatic. Each member brings a wealth of experience from their storied careers. Emmett Kelly is known for his work with The Cairo Gang and collaborations with Bonnie "Prince" Billy and Ty Segall. Stephen Malkmus, a cornerstone of Pavement and the Jicks, needs no introduction to indie rock fans. Matt Sweeney, whose work spans Chavez to Superwolves, and collaborations with Johnny Cash and Cat Power, adds further depth. Finally, Jim White, the drumming force behind Dirty Three and Xylouris White, rounds out this formidable lineup. Their self-titled debut, available in limited edition Coke Bottle Clear Vinyl, collects the combined genius of these four musicians, offering a sound that is both groundbreaking and timeless.
Review: Horsegirl is a threesome from Chicago who, after much fanfare early in their career, finally get round to serve us up a long player on Matador Records. This band of best friends is made up of Penelope Lowenstein on guitar and vocals, Nora Cheng also on guitar and vocals, and Gigi Reece on the sticks. They do everything together from swapping vocal duties to writing the songs, mixing up the instruments they play and designing the visual art. The lyrics are open ended and impressionistic and the sounds range from joyous to enthusiastic.
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