Showing posts with label Bill Reese. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bill Reese. Show all posts

Monday, August 27, 2012

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST Ep. 10


In episode 10 of OFFICIALLY A PODCAST, Bill Reese hosts Salvatore Bono's interview with Anthony Green of Circa Survive. Ahead of the bands total DIY new record, Violent Waves, Green spoke about the bands beginnings, leaving a major label deal, making Violent Waves on their own and fatherhood. Take a listen!


Saturday, July 21, 2012

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST Ep. 9


Bill Reese hosts episode 9 of OFFICIALLY A PODCAST. In this episode Officially A Yuppie owner, Salvatore Bono speaks with Lou Koller of legendary NYHC band Sick of it All!

In this interview Koller talks about the CBGB's stabbing between former Cro-Mags bassist Harley Flanagan and current band members, the rise and fall of NYHC, the longevity of Sick of it All, and linking up with Refused for their New York reunion show.

Take a listen / download! 

Episode 9 by Officially A Podcast

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Japandroids Celebrate Rock


by Bill Reese
One could reasonably expect a two-piece band’s sound to be fairly minimalist. East Vancouver, BC’s Japandroids are anything but. The guitar/drum duo’s new LP Celebration Rock is a lesson in maximumism. Brian King’s clever, catchy guitar riffs and David Prowse’s loud, frenetic drums are all that’s needed to fill up every cubic inch of sound on this record. It’s an album about youth that somehow succeeds in capturing the essence of youth’s fleeting energy.
Celebration Rock follows the band’s brilliant 2009 debut Post Nothing. Rock is more calculated than its predecessor, especially lyrically. “Death’s got no respect for love, and you’ve no respect for me.” sings on the furious-paced “Adrenaline Nightshift.” King sings lead on most tracks, but the duo’s gang vocals are the glue that ties this energetic garage sound together. The gang vocals often serve as a smoother ballast to the harder edges in the rest of the music. The Oh-o-o-o-oh’s in “The House that Heaven Built” outdo King’s guitars, giving the lead single the sharpest hook on the album.
Young rock ‘n’ roll bands have a tendency to overdo their own craft. It doesn’t take much to make a song rock. You needn’t look any further than “Baba O’Reilley” to hear how powerful three chords can be. Japandroids know this well. The hooks aren’t complex, few of them are longer than 4 bars, and their sustained momentum propels every song forward. Anybody can write three-chord songs, but King and Prowse just make them so much fun. It’s a rambunctious, joyful noise, the kind of music that pushes you through the last leg of a half-marathon, or pumps you up on a car ride before a big night out on the town. It’s like a can of Red Bull for your ears.
Considering he handles all melodic instrumentation in the band, King’s guitar work is surprisingly efficient. While most songs do use a little bit of overdubbing, his multi-amplifier setup allows him to play multiple tones at once. For a band without a bassist, none of Japandroids albums suffer from an overdose of treble.
There’s a great feeling of yearning throughout the album. Songs about strained and displaced hearts (“Fire’s Highway”), teenage nostalgia (“Younger Us”), and the the pains of becoming an adult (“The House that Heaven Built”) coalesce around album’s overall youthful theme. “It’s a lifeless life with no fixed address to give, but you’re not mine to die for anymore, so I must live,” sings King on “The House that Heaven Built,” who then lets the next stanza sit silent, just to give the first one more that much more meaning.
Celebration Rock is not packed with as many gems start-to-finish as Post Nothing, but its five best tracks are better than anything the Droids have put out. At only 35 minutes, Celebration Rock is a short, peppy album that sounds small on the surface, but is densely packed with powerful guitars, booming drums and smarter lyrics than you’ll find in your average indie-noise-pop-punk duo.

*Bill Reese is the host of OFFICIALLY A PODCAST and is also a contributing writer for Officially a Yuppie. 

Monday, April 16, 2012

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST Ep. 8


In episode 8 of Officially A Podcast, Bill Reese host's Officially A Yuppie Owner / Editor in Chief Salvatore Bono's interview with Sebastian Pringle of Crystal Fighters. Take a listen to the interview above and for more info on Crystal Fighters, take a look at some addition questions Bono got in with Pringle below.


Being a band that is based out of UK, how do European audiences differ from American audiences?

European audiences are great and have supported us with love and extreme energy for a couple of years now, and we are very grateful to have made so many great friends and fans across that continent.  American audiences seem great too!  Though we have played much less over here and not to the same big crowds and festivals we have in Europe. I suppose the American audience seems very fun-loving but also inquisitive and curious about our music, which is a nice thing.  

Since a majority of your life is on the road, what has been the most memorable experience you have had on tour?

It's pretty hard to put a finger on the most memorable experience, but our set at Glastonbury last summer was particularly fun and since it is such and epic festival with such history and spirit about it, we would have to say that.  

You have been praised by  Mojo Magazine, Spotify, NME, Mixmag, how do you respond to such high acclaim?

We can only be appreciative!  We're very happy that the music journalists have been kind to us - as they can be very cruel for sure - and hope that we can carry on having people write about our stuff in a positive way.  

What is next for Crystal Fighters?

Next we leave New York where we are right now and head for San Francisco and L.A. before heading back to London where we are currently based to continue writing our second album.  We will be back in the States in May and June hopefully too.

Do you feel it is an exciting time to be a musician, given the amount of bands out there today?

It is definitely a very exciting time to be a musician, though we do realise it is very hard for bands to get noticed and, more importantly, make original music.  It is very difficult of course, but somehow that makes the job even more rewarding when it goes right.


Catch Crystal Fighters next month when they come back to North America!


MAY
21        PhiladelphiaPA        Union Transfer
22        WashingtonDC         Rock and Roll Hotel
23        BrooklynNY             Music Hall of Williamsburg
25        MontrealQC              Il Motore
26        TorontoON               Wrongbar
27        ChicagoIL                 Empty Bottle
31        VancouverBC           Fortune Sound Club

JUNE
2          PortlandOR              Wonder Ballroom
4          San FranciscoCA      The Independent
5          Los AngelesCA         Echoplex

Thursday, March 29, 2012

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST Ep. 7


Officially A Yuppie Owner Salvatore Bono speaks with Gary Jarman of The Cribs about the band's forthcoming new album, In the Belly of the Brazen Bull, working with Steve Albini and if there is any sibling rivalry between the three brothers that make-up English rock band. 
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST Episode 6!




Officially A Podcast host Bill Reese sits down with Brooklyn band, Communication Corporation and discuss their new EP, which was produced by Dan Romer. Take a listen to the interview above and read Reese's article on the band below:


Communication Corporation Break Long Silence with New EP
By Bill Reese


If you’ve only heard The Communication Corporation on headphones, you’re only seeing the tip of the iceberg. The Brooklyn-based 3-piece is unique not only for their Keytar/Bass/Drum setup, but also because their bombastic live shows add a complimentary visual component to their already dazzling sonic experience.

ComCorp, as they go by for short, is the brainchild of Ronen Codor (keytar) and Jason Randall (bass). Birthed from the fertile womb of the SUNY Purchase music department, ComCorp released their self-produced debut I.P.O. in 2007. Since then, the band has barnstormed through dozens of venues in NYC, bringing their sensational stage show with them. Your typical ComCorp concert is complete with black lights, neon outfits, lasers, balloons, background dancers, and their unofficial mascot who has been known to join in the crowd’s dance party.

With the 4-song EP Set in Motion, the band breaks a prolonged silence. The EP was produced by fellow alum Dan Romer, who has put together records for the likes of Ingrid Michaelson, Bess Rogers, as well as the mixing for I.P.O. Codor had used one keytar for the sounds on the group’s debut, but for the EP, he used different instruments to create a fuller sound.

“The first album felt too small to me,” he said. “Dan recommended that I get a bunch of synths, and I spent hours and hours experimenting, driving myself nuts.” The songs on Set in Motion use a variety of synths and keyboards to create a sound that has equal parts indie pop and sleek dance pop.

The opener, “Time Bandits”—which Codor admitted was somewhat inspired by the campy Sean Connery film of the same name—is a synth-pop gem, with Codor’s vocals booming over sharp keyboard hooks and the disco bump of Randall’s bass. (Listen to the interview with Communication Corporation below and hear the World Podcast Premiere of “Time Bandits”) The opener is followed up by the wall-of-sound synth bombardment of the title track, Randall’s booty-rocker “Shake It,” and the epic finale, “1929,” complete with big, choral-hall style gang vocals.

After playing with several drummers over the last several years, the band recorded the sessions for the Set in Motion EP with skinslayer-extraordinaire Adam Christgau, who’s toured or recorded with Jenny Owen Youngs, Ian Axel and Brandon Flowers.
“He came in and just knocked it out in a matter of hours,” said Codor about Christgau’s contributions to the record.

The group hopes that their EP will be the first shot they fire, with more new music soon to come. “We want to leave the audience wanting more,” says Randall. “I think that’s what we achieved.”

ComCorp are giving Set in Motion a spectacular release show at Bushwick, Brooklyn’s House of Yes during an evening of music, acrobatics, and burlesque. While the band plays, aerial artists from The House of Yes will perform on silks and ropes dangling above the stage.

“I think it’s going to be dazzling,” said Randall about the circus aspects of the aerial acts that will perform as the band plays.

Codor added that the band’s association with this unique venue allows them the opportunity to create a live experience that they can’t always duplicate at a regular venue. The CD and the live show are “two different art forms,” he says. “The thing we like about the House of Yes is that we get to do our show there. We get to do whatever we want.”

The EP can currently be heard in its entirety on ComCorp’s BandCamp page
ComCorp.bandcamp.com

The EP release show will be this Friday, February 24 at The House of Yes, 342 Maujer Street in the Bushwick section of Brooklyn, NY.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST EPISODE 5

After a near two month hiatus, OFFICIALLY A PODCAST IS BACK!

Sorry for the delay folks!

Back For Episode 5, Host Bill Reese and Officially A Yuppie Owner, Sal Bono discuss the major reunions of 2012 - The Stone Roses, At the Drive-in and Refused. Plus, who they would like to see reunite!

Also, Reese sits down for a "Q&Ale" with Julius C. frontman Jay Stolar before the band plays their final gig in NYC this Saturday. A great interview with a great band! One not to miss!



Episode 5 by Officially A Podcast

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Another Look at 2011

As we posted our Top 10 list earlier this month, in keeping with tradition, we asked our magnificent correspondents their opinions on their favorite albums of the year. Take a look at the different flavors of 2011.

Correspondent Leah Marchesano aka Leah Lovecat's Top Albums of the Year:

Grouplove - Never Trust A Happy Song
The Horrors - Skying
Miles Kane
The Vaccines- What Did You Expect From The Vaccines?
Wyldlife
The Strokes- Angles
White Lies- Ritual
Foster The People-Torches
The Joy Formidable- The Big Roar
Cat's Eyes

Thank You's:
As always, Sal Bono, who continues to be a beacon of light to music lovers, Mike Hindert, Ann Marie Weis, Kimmy Grace Santos & The Sour Mash Blog, Wyldlife, SHAPES, Maverick Inman, The Twees, everyone at Merrifield Records, The Van Doo's, The Narrows, Stateside Menace, Gem and the Deadheads, Julian Harding, Dave Cromwell, new friends and old...lets have a great 2012! Love-Leah Lovecat

Our special UK correspondent and New Addition to the team, Linn Branson's Picks:

Wild Beasts - Smother
Chapel Club - Palace
Other Lives - Tamer Animals
The Horrors - Skying
PJ Harvey - Let England Shake
The Antlers - Burst Apart
Washed Out - Within and Without
Elbow - Build A Rocket, Boys!
I Break Horses - Hearts
Lykke Li - Wounded Rhymes

Our British Muse and Close Friend, Simon Mason's Top 10:

Ghostpoet - Peanut Butter Blues and Melancholy Jam
White Hills - HP-1
Radiohead - The King of Limbs
Parking Lights - 939
John Maus - We Shall Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves
SBTRKT
Balam Acab - Wander / Wonder
Delta Swamp Rock - Sounds From The South: At The Crossroads Of Rock, Country And Soul
Burial - Street Halo EP

Our Photo Correspondent, Videographer and Primer NYC DJ RICH D SMOOV's List (Broken Down by Genre):

Indie Album: Radiohead - The King of Limbs
Commercial Hip-Hop: Raekwon The Chef - Shaolin vs Wu-Tang
Latin/International: Davilla 666 - Tan Bajo
Hardcore: Atari Teenage Riot - Is this Hyperreal?
Indie Hip-Hop: Apathy - Honkey Kong
Black Metal: Wolves in the Throne Room - Celestial Lineage
Turntablism: J-Roc- Some Cold Rock Stuff
Instrumental: Clams Casino - Rainforest EP
Prog: Opeth: Heritage
Experimental: Wagonchrist- Tomorrow

Honorable Mentions:
Retro/psych Rock: The Black Lips - Arabia Mountain
DJ Album: DJ Shadow - The Less You Know, The Better
Mix Tape Of The Year: Danny Brown - XXX
Electronica: Mr Oizo - Stade 2
Dubstep: Bassnectar - Divergent Spectrum
Metal: Krallice - Diotima
Commercial Metal: Mastodon - The Hunter
Best Brooklyn Black Metal Band: Liturgy - Aesthethica
Alternative: The Joy Formidable - The Big Roar

Now, Our Loud Rock Correspondent, The ROCK(jock)'s list:

You Yuppies ready to make your ears bleed?! Here are the ten best albums from the past year to help you get your headbang on.

10. The Human Abstract- Digital Veil – Despite being a band close to the ROCK(jock)’s heart, there’s no bias here. The band experimented a little too much on their sophomore effort, Midheaven, but took the lessons learned there, applied it to the sound from their stellar debut, Nocturne, and returned to form in 2011 with their best album yet. Fans of Between the Buried and Me, take notice—Digital Veil may have been the best full-length progressive album of the year.

9. Fallujah - The Harvest Wombs – This might win the award for the most overlooked record of the year. Right out of the gate on their debut LP, Fallujah sets the standard for what death metal can achieve through smart songwriting--something a number of their contemporaries seemed to realize in 2011. Instead of blasting us to death with repetitive chugs like every other uninspired death act, The Harvest Wombs couples intricate rhythms with melancholic and apocalyptic melodies (that’s right, MELODIES) to keep things heavy yet diverse and interesting.

8. Volbeat - Beyond Hell/Above Heaven – Thank you Officially a Yuppie for introducing me to this band. If only all radio rock could be this sophisticated and fun.

7. Kvelertak - Kvelertak, The End – I named this the Best Debut record on Episode #9 of The SIDESHOW Podcast despite the fact it was released internationally last year and there’s actually a full-length debut ranked higher on this list. But as The SIDESHOW’s listeners have come to realize, the ROCK(jock) is not a man of logic. Besides, Kvelertak deserves to be singled out. Just like iwrestledabearonce two years ago, this record is an extremely promising, totally fun, and completely different offering that metal and music in general needs to keep moving forward.

6. Between the Buried and Me- Hypersleep Dialogues– I referred to The Human Abstract’s Digital Veil as the best FULL-LENGTH progressive album in 2011. That was an important distinction because BTBAM is still the torch-bearer and part one of their two-part concept album shows why. Honing the heavier sound they returned to on The Great Divide following the brilliant departure into the unclassifiable Colors, this year’s EP features everything that makes Between the Buried and Me the best at what they do. Over the course of just three tracks, which still clock in at a whopping 31 minutes, BTBAM ties together disparate musical elements with a story about “two human characters who live in different planes of existence, separated by millions of light years.” (Courtesy: Gun Shy Assassin). Besides being a sucker for concept albums, BTBAM took a chance experimenting with the EP format that could soon become the future of the record industry and for that, they should be commended.

5. August Burns Red - Leveler – For those who weren’t in love with ABR’s last offering, Constellations—you’re an idiot. Regardless, Leveler gave you exactly what you wanted as the band brought back the breakdowns and applied them to the experimentation that made Constellations so great. However, this album has slowly but continuously fallen farther and farther down my Top Ten since its release back in July. While no other metal album this year was as infectiously catchy as Leveler, the preachy lyrics get tiresome. Sadly, between songs like “Salt & Light” and tour partners like Silverstein, all the hallmarks of a band on the verge of selling out are there. Enjoy Leveler while you can—it’s likely August Burns Red’s last great album.

4. TesseracT - One – It took a while, but no album grew on me more this year than TesseracT’s debut LP. It’s beautiful and ethereal and shows why the rise of progressive djent as the next big scene in metal is the best possible thing. Not to mention, you know an album has some chops if the label decides to re-release it instrumentally. (Well, in most cases. I’m looking at you Darkest Hour.) By the way, notice how this marks the THIRD debut to make my Top Ten? Yeah, 2011 was pretty disappointing for the heavy hitters but that opened the door for a ton of new talent to step up, just like TesseracT did on One.

3. Glassjaw - Coloring Book – Considering the crowd reaction to the band’s new music, it seems odd Glassjaw only released this EP as free handout at their concerts. Well, it’s time you “real” Glassjaw fans faced facts and got over your teen angst. Darryl’s all grown up now and it shows on Coloring Book—hands down the best music the post-hardcore legends have ever crafted. Instead of another collection of spastic, disjointed mishmashes, Glassjaw coherently mixed its signature elements into tight and memorable performances which haunt you long after you’ve finished spinning the record, something their older material never quite achieved. Add to that the lyrical fodder Palumbo’s rejection of his former lifestyle makes for and Coloring Book finds Glassjaw boldly evolving with the times, regardless of fan outcry, and doing it in a way that lives up to the mythic status they’ve cultivated over the years.

2. Black Dahlia Murder - Ritual – Black Dahlia Murder has been at the top of the death metal subgenre for years now but had yet to make that career album—the kind so good it defies genre borders and earns universal acceptance and praise. Ritual is that album. Long among the most technically gifted musicians in all of heavy metal, their music was often too focused on ability, not to mention their sonic assault made it difficult to listen to one of their albums all the way through. Just like Fallujah though, Black Dahlia flexed its songwriting chops on Ritual to deliver not only the most memorable and diverse songs of their career, but maybe in the history of death metal. Virtually any other year, this would be a #1 album.

1. Machine Head - Unto the Locust – If you’ve listened to The SIDESHOW at all, this should come as no surprise. Hell, if you have ears then this should be a no-brainer. Four-and-a-half years after composing the greatest metal album of the new millennium and one of the all-time classics, Machine Head had no chance of living up to the anticipation surrounding Unto the Locust. But somehow, not only did they meet expectations, they vastly exceeded them with this instant classic to make one of the greatest back-to-back album tandems in metal history, rivaling Metallica’s Ride the Lightning/Master of Puppets. Every song is unforgettable and unique, each displaying one of the band’s innumerable strengths. “I Am Hell” may be the heaviest intro in the band’s already incomparably heavy repetoire, “Locust” is the perfect live song, and “Darkness Within” shows a range few of Machine Head’s contemporaries share. If you Yuppies are anything like Sal, then you recognize and appreciate good music regardless of genre. Do yourself a favor this holiday and gift yourself what is surely one of 2011’s best, no matter what you listen to.

LISTEN TO The ROCK(jock) on THE SIDESHOW PODCAST by Clicking HERE.

..and Finally, Bill Reese, Managing Editor and Host of Our Podcast, OFFICIALLY A PODCAST. Here is his End of the Year List:

Honorable mentions:

Bon Iver
Bess Rogers
- Out of the Ocean
Candy Hearts - Everything's Amazing and Nobody's Happy
Death Cab for Cutie - Codes & Keys
The Jayhawks - Mockingbird Time
Radiohead - The King of Limbs
TV on the Radio - Nine Types of Light

Top 10:

10. Hurrah! A Bolt of Light! - Hello
Their yet-unfinished sophomore effort would have placed much higher, but it won't see release until 2012.

9. Mastadon - The Hunter
A prog rock album that's not afraid to bear its teeth.

8. Fleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues
Title track is one of the best pieces of songwriting put out this year. Flawless production.

7. Cults
Catchy as fuck, a fantastic record to put on at a PBR-drenched party.

6. Decemberists - The King Is Dead
Proof that a hyper-literate band can follow up a bona fide opera with a low-down Tom Petty-ish record of country/folk jams.

5. Arctic Monkeys - Suck it And See
Turner, The prodigal son is back, singing another fooking Sha-La-La-La

4. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - Belong
Remember what I said about the Cults disc being catchy? This one puts it to shame, especially the first 2 tracks.

3. St. Vincent - Strange Mercy
The most musically ambitious record of 2011. Chilling and mesmerizing.

2. Ringo Deathstarr - Colour Trip
Shoegaze and synth pop, two dynamic genres forged together by these surprising newcomers.

1. Fucked Up - David Comes to Life
4 acts. 76 minutes. 18 songs. It's brutal. It's poignant. It's got the sharpest hooks in punk or any rock and roll this year. An unequivocal masterpiece. Sure to be in the top 5 of the decade.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Live Review - Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings @ Music Hall of Williamsburg

By Bill Reese*
If James Brown was the “hardest working man in show business,” it could be said that Sharon Jones is the hardest working woman in show business. Sadly—like many hard working women in this country—she is underpaid and underappreciated when compared to her male counterparts. That said, Wednesday night’s 10th Anniversary Tour homecoming concert at Music Hall of Williamsburg was an example of how Sharon Jones and The Dap Kings’ hard work and prolific touring has paid off.

It’s impolite to ask a lady her age, so suffice it to say that Ms. Jones moves as well—if not better—than performers a fraction of her age. For a solid two hours, Jones and the Kings put on a clinic of R&B, funk and soul in the Brooklyn neighborhood that’s become increasingly lacking in soul. A decade of touring have made the Dap Kings one of the tightest bands on the road, and they’d be odds-on favorites in a cage match for the title of “best soul band on the planet.”

After a few warm up tunes to energize the sold-out crowd, the diminutive Jones strolled out on stage and led the band through their take on “This Land is Your Land,” which most folks know from the opening credits of Jason Reitman’s Up in the Air. The set was spread throughout the group’s catalog, most specifically from 2010’s I Learned the Hard Way. Several songs featured extended interludes, including “Got to Be the Way It Is,” where Jones channeled the dancing steps of her West African and Native American ancestors, and “How Do I Let A Good Man Down,” where she brought up a gaggle of girls from the front row to have an impromptu dance-off.

Jones is the star of the show, but she feeds off the energy of her incredible band, The Dap Kings, who showed off a three-piece horn section, twin guitars, bongos, bass, drums, keys and a duo of backup singers known as The Dapettes. They turned Music Hall into a dance hall during the anthemic “I Learned The Hard Way,” the soulful “How Long Do I Have to Wait” and the bouncy “100 Days, 100 Nights.”

Unlike most concerts, where the “encore” is a pre-scheduled suffix of songs, the packed house at MHOW willed the Dap Kings back to the stage, stomping the floor in unison so much that it surely knocked a few jackets off the coat check downstairs. After making the crowd sweat it out for about 5 minutes, the band returned to the stage and served up the deep cut “He Said I Can” and finally closed with the sexy jam “Let them Knock.” They’d exceeded the frivolous midnight sound curfew, but Jones left the stage one last time with a pep in her step, as if she could keep the party going for another hour.

It was the only hometown show for the Brooklyn-based Dap Kings who will play a sold-out Bowery Ballroom next week

*Bill Reese is the Managing Editor to Officially A Yuppie, he is also the host of our podcast - "Officially A Podcast."

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Live Review - Fucked Up / Titus Andronicus @ Le Poisson Rouge

New York City Gets Fucked Up
By Bill Reese*

If the rumors are true and Damian Abraham is planning to leave Fucked Up at the end of 2011, then last night’s performance “in the round” at Le Poisson Rouge in Manhattan will go down as one of the band’s legendary performances. The Toronto-based 6-piece—accompanied by a String Quartet—ripped through David Comes to Life, their four-act, 18-song, 78-minute rock opera like a runaway train.

As leader of the band, Abraham is less of a frontman and more of a mascot. He didn’t make it through his first song without ripping off a black T-shirt and completing the rest of the set topless, as is his custom. His vocals are gravelly, punishing, at times sounding as though he pained with every lyric. That said, the crowd were more than willing to assist this great white bear of a man, as he pushed the mic into the face of any fan he spotted singing along. He wasted no opportunity to share the mic and he spared no raised hand from a big sweaty high-five.

The stage at LPR was centered on the floor, offering everyone in attendance an up-close view, but Abraham took it a step further. He climbed up to the raised terrace lounge and sang with the VIP section. Later he sang “Remember My Name” from atop the bar like something out of a demented Coyote Ugly. He slam-danced with fans at the front of the stage and sang along with crowdsurfers, arm-in-arm, as if they were members of the band. Thing is, everybody was a member of Fucked Up, whether they realized it or not.

While Damian Abraham is a spectacle in-and-of himself, the triple-guitar, bass and drum combo of Fucked Up delivered an absolutely blistering set. Billy Joe Armstrong ain’t got shit on Fucked Up. This is the best riff-writing machine in Punk, hands down, and if asked they’d take on any Heavy Metal challengers as well. Their riffs are built like German sports cars, fast, sleek, surprisingly elegant. David Comes to Life has more hooks than a tackle shop, especially in the anthemic “Turn the Season,” the scream-along “Under My Nose,” and the fiery “Serve Me Right.”

By the beginning of Act IV of the 4-act opus, Abraham was running out of steam, but not spirit. A young Daryl Palumbo could jump around just as much and yell just as loud as Abraham, but he didn’t also have to lug around a solid 250—maybe even 300 pounds with him. It was exhausting just watching the lead singer stumble across the finish line as the band wrapped up David Comes to Life, with Abraham holding the mic aloft with one arm as the string quartet played them out. In case that wasn’t enough, the band came back out for a 3-song encore or previous work.

If Fucked Up had a thin, whiny singer, or a moniker that didn’t automatically disqualify them from any radio airplay, they would be the biggest band in Canada and would be one of the most popular bands in the United States. They don’t have either and we are all better off for it. Damian Abraham may be on his way to a well-deserved retirement or hiatus, but the brainchilds behind Fucked Up: guitarists Mike Haliechuk, Josh Zucker and Ben Cook; bassist Sandy Miranda; and drummer Jonah Falco, aren’t done yet. They’re amazingly intelligent songwriters and flawless musicians. If there was any doubt that David Comes to Life isn’t this reporter’s album of the year, those doubts are as torn to shreds as the Fucked Up singer’s vocal cords.

Oh yeah, and NJ hardcore heroes Titus Andronicus opened the show, playing a few new songs that may very well appear on the follow up to last year’s epic The Monitor. Singer/guitarist Patrick Stickles credited Fucked Up for teaching them that it was okay to write 7-minute punk epics. The new tracks sounded like a more-refined version of tunes from their debut An Airing of Grievances and were generally devoid of references to the American Civil War or any other major theme. One tune, a song Stickles dedicated to the band’s label—who he suggested would be happy to hear a 3-minute song for a change—was particularly catchy, showing signs that Stickles fellow New Jerseian Bruce Springsteen is rubbing off on the frontman a bit. Another new track, “Food Fight,” tackled Stickles’ self-described eating disorder, and went from being a frolicky Clash-esque riff to a distorted late-era Nirvana dirge towards the end. It was the band’s third show with new guitarist Liam Betson, who replaced the effervescent Amy Klein.

*Bill Reese is a contributing writer to Officially A Yuppie. He is also the Host of our podcast, Officially A Podcast.

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST Episode 4



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Officially A Podcast Episode 4

In this episode, Bill Reese sits down with indie pop-rock band Candy Hearts and the band let us debut their new single!

Also, Reese speaks with Officially A Yuppie owner, Salvatore Bono about the site's five year anniversary. Take a listen or download it and take it on the go!

Monday, October 17, 2011

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST Episode 2


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Officially a Podcast Episode 2

In this episode, Host Bill Reese talks to Officially a Yuppie Owner and Editor, Salvatore Bono and photo correspondent and DJ Rich Delgado (RICH D SMOOV) and discusses Fall albums including Four Tet, Bjork, Metallica and Lou Reed, Justice and more. The three also begin to look back at the year that was.

Also in this cast we feature pundit and DJ Scott Mason in the segment "SCOTT MASON YOU CRAZY!" In this segment, Reese sits down with Mason and they discuss Beyonce, Dr. Conrad Murray Trial and the future of Hip-Hop.

Monday, October 3, 2011

OFFICIALLY A PODCAST Episode 1


Episode 1 by yuppiepodcast

WIth your host, OfficiallyAYuppie.com contributor BILL REESE

Featuring a "Q & Ale" interview with NYC funk-rockers THE THANG!

Plus a conversation with MAXIM journalist MATT CAPUTO!

And OfficiallyAYuppie.com boss SAL BONO chats NIRVANA's NEVERMIND

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Live Review - Titus Andronicus @ Music Hall of Williamsburg

Titus Andronicus Live at Music Hall of Williamsburg
By Bill Reese*


Patrick Stickles, front man of New Jersey’s Titus Andronicus, does his own sound checks. At a quarter to 11 on Saturday night at The Music Hall of Williamsburg, the lanky, bearded singer walked nonchalantly onstage to the cheers of his supporters and tuned his guitar. His band are coming off a whirlwind year which saw the release of their critically-acclaimed sophomore record The Monitor, and a continental tour, sometimes in support of acts such as The Pogues. They’re big enough that they don’t need to do their own sound checks, or sell their own merch, but either they don’t know that, or they just don’t care.

That’s simply who Titus Andronicus is. They’re a punk band who write piano ballads; a hardcore group who write songs about The Civil War; a band who roll through their sets with both the effortlessness of experienced veterans and the passion and fire of a band who still have something—if not everything—to prove. They’re a band from New Jersey who is more Bleecker Street than E Street, yet the similarities are as unexpected as they are uncanny.

The five piece outfit strolled onstage just after 11 and lightly strummed the intro to “No Future: Part Three…” with Stickles’ vocals floating softly above the guitars for a minute before the full band dropped in. The sound was the kind of hard-rock thumping that is generally associated with big-budget pyrotechnic arena rock, and the crowd took to it no differently, immediately turning the front of the sold-out venue into a swollen, thrashing pit.

Even though the Brooklyn gig was the last show in Titus’ long tour, Stickles looked anything but worn out. He attacked the microphone in “Richard III,” with clouds of breath and spit firing out from his mouth on each consonant. He wore an oversized beige T-shirt—a generic top with a pocket over the left breast—that was completely soaked four or five songs in. In bridges or solos he shook and flailed with his guitar as an American flag bandanna draped from his strap. His energy was matched by Titus guitarist Amy Klein who played both lead and rhythm guitar, as well as an electric violin. She bopped around stage all show, bouncing in unison with the throngs of fans at the foot of the stage, then propping her leg up on the vocal monitors like Captain Morgan, shaking her long, curly hair in time with the music.

The set focused more on The Monitor, but the early set gave time to several tracks from their debut An Airing of Grievances, especially crowd-pleasers “Fear and Loathing in Mahwah, NJ” and the self-titled song “Titus Andronicus,” which allowed Stickles to take off his guitar and play keyboard, as well as scamper about the stage, microphone cord wrapped around his fist like a later-day Guy Picciotto.

Even when they slowed things down on the heartfelt ballad “To Old Friends and New,” the band still kept a hard, sharp edge. The song’s soft-loud dynamic was made even more drastic, as verses with Stickles’ subdued vocals over piano, were followed up by high-decibel choruses. The crowd soaked up the bittersweet gem as much as they’d reveled in the high-octane songs earlier in the set. How many concerts feature both a rip-roaring mosh pit and an arm-in-arm swaying circle a la We Are the World?

They followed up the ballad with The Monitor’s most anthemic track “A More Perfect Union”—a seven-minute epic that directly quotes President Abraham Lincoln, “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” Abolitionist William Lloyd Garrison and The Joker from Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight. It name drops New Jersey roads, towns and minor league sports teams, and each reference brought out the inner Jersey from the closeted Garden Staters in attendance. “A More Perfect Union” led into its sister track “Titus Andronicus Forever,” whose only lyrics are “The enemy is everywhere,” repeated ad nauseaum. The band jammed out on the folk/country/punk riff while delighted, elated fans beat the living hell out of each other before the stage.

Rather than close the show with a rousing punk standard. The band decided to play all four punk standards they knew. In the time it took them to play the entirety of “A More Perfect Union,” they played 7 Seconds’ “Racism Sucks,” Sham 69’s “If the Kids are United,” The Ramones “Swallow My Pride,” and Amy Klein took lead vocals on a blistering rendition of XRay Spex’ “Bondage.” Amid the punk suite, a somewhat winded Stickles remarked that playing just one of these standards each night was taxing—let alone all four of them. The group closed with The Monitor’s “Four Score and Seven,” an eight-minute rocker that summed up the band’s current dynamic—crafty, artful melodic rock juxtaposed with loud, aggressive hardcore and punk.

Was this what it felt like walking out of an E Street Band gig at The Bottom Line in early 1975? Titus Andronicus, like that other band from New Jersey, are at that crucial early point in their career where they have made their most ambitious record and can either take their talents to soaring new heights or be crushed by the music press that inflates the egos of up-and-coming bands, only to pop the balloon and watch it careen across the room. The way Titus Andronicus hold themselves, it’s a wonder if they’re truly aware just how brilliant they really are. They are young, talented, incredibly smart, unbelievably driven and absolutely unwilling to compromise their sound—not even for roadies setting up their gear. This could be the best young band in America, even if most of America isn’t ready for them yet. Perhaps with all the sham and drudgery of the music industry, it’s better that way. The enemy, as Stickles would sing, is everywhere.

*Bill Reese is a corresponding writer for Officially A Yuppie. His past articles include "Grohl," last month's Underrated Classic on REM's New Adventures in Hi-Fi and the feature "From the Muddy Banks of the Gowanas - How Brooklyn is the New Seattle."

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Underrated Classic - REM "New Adventures in Hi-Fi"

New Adventures in Hi-Fi
R.E.M.’s Forgotten Masterpiece

By Bill Reese*

R.E.M.’s 10th studio album, New Adventures in Hi-Fi is not just an underrated classic, it’s a record that most people—even a few R.E.M. fans—don’t even remember. In many ways, it’s the album the band would rather forget. It was a record born during the band’s 1995 Monster tour—a tour that nearly killed their drummer, put their singer and bassist in the hospital, and wounded the psyche of the band so much that themes like fear, loss, death and loneliness would haunt the group’s next three albums.

Recorded during and after the tumultuous Monster Tour, New Adventures in Hi-Fi captures the sound of R.E.M. at one of the band’s most pivotal moments. By 1996 they had been playing together for the better part of two decades and singer Michael Stipe, guitarist Peter Buck, bass/multi-instrumentalist Mike Mills and drummer Bill Berry had never had better chemistry and tightness in their live shows. Inspired by the zeitgeist of the early 90’s alternative movement, Buck’s guitars were grittier, rawer, buzzing with distortion and ready to fill up the basketball arenas they played on tour. All of this was so significant because after that tour, the original four members would never tour again. The energetic, loud, modern rock sound that they had just perfected would have to be thrown out the window and re-invented from the ground up. New Adventures was the last true R.E.M. record, and for the 10 years that followed, it appeared to be their last good album.

More than half of the record’s 14 tracks were recorded live at shows, at soundchecks in empty arenas or while passing time in dressing rooms before gigs. On those tracks, Peter Buck is Boss Hog. His fast-paced, fiery riffs roar through songs like the roof-raising “Departure” and the raucous, thundering “The Wake-Up Bomb.” Whereas with Monster R.E.M. had sought to write arena-sized alternative anthems, the tracks from New Adventures realized the sound fully and completely. Their grunge foray was arguably a gimmicky attempt to grasp onto a young audience with a new sound, but on New Adventures, they played like the veteran rock band they were—one who’d been rocking before the terms “indie” and “alternative” had even been coined. On the rolling choruses of “Undertow,” Stipe and Mills harmonize over Buck’s thrashing guitar chords in one of the best Pete Townsend impressions ever recorded.

Not all of the live tracks were arena-shaking rockers. The record’s closer, “Electrolyte” was recorded at an amphitheater in Arizona and features Buck on banjo, Mills on piano and Berry playing what can only be described as a Latin American güiro stick. The song is an homage to old-school Hollywood, name dropping Steve McQueen, James Dean and Mulholland Drive.

They’d headed out on tour to promote Monster, but they were creating a new set of songs that were just as good, if not better. Many of the New Adventures tracks found regular places in the setlist, joining songs from R.E.M.’s already-extensive back catalogue. The tour was off to a good start, but it soon took a turn for the dramatic.

During a gig on March 1, 1995 in the city of Lausanne, Switzerland, Berry suddenly collapsed on stage. He was rushed to the hospital where he had emergency surgery for a brain aneurysm. Berry survived the aneurysm and recovered fully. He re-joined the band and finished out the remainder of R.E.M.’s Monster Tour, but it would be his last with the band. After Berry’s brush with death, Mills went under the knife to remove an intestinal adhesion. A month later, Stipe needed to get emergency hernia surgery. After each incident, the band recovered and resumed their marathon jaunt around the globe.

The remaining tracks on New Adventures were recorded at Bad Animals Studio in Seattle after the tour was over. Those tracks are dominated by the themes of fear, death, uncertainty and sadness. These sessions produced the record’s lead single, “E-Bow the Letter.” While “E-Bow” is one of the most gorgeous songs R.E.M. ever wrote—a stream-of-consciousness set of verses by Stipe and the hauntingly beautiful chorus vocals of punk Godmother Patti Smith—it’s also one of the band’s darkest songs. Its selection as the album’s lead single is a dubious choice at best, and the track failed to catch on as a radio single in an era when airplay was still very important. As a result, New Adventures was a commercial flop. In the 14 years since its release, it sits just shy of 1,000,000 total copies sold.

One of the oft-forgotten tracks from New Adventures is “Be Mine,” where Buck lays down a trebly, clicky hook while Stipe waxes romantically. As far as R.E.M. songs go, it’s one of the least complex and far from their most lyrically brilliant, but it’s a sweet, poignant gem hidden at the back of the record. Thom Yorke thinks so too. When asked by Stipe to sing a R.E.M. song with the band at the 1997 Tibetan Freedom Concert, Yorke inexplicably chose “Be Mine.”

The Monster tour nearly killed R.E.M… and not just the members of the band. R.E.M. spent the next 12 years trying to convince themselves that they were something that they were not. On the Berry-less Up, Reveal and Around the Sun—arguably the band’s worst record—R.E.M. filled the void on drums with melancholic synths, pianos and drum machines. It never worked. Michael Stipe loved what his friend Thom Yorke was doing, but R.E.M. was not Radiohead. This was supposed to be a rock band, a balls-to-the-wall rock band. It wasn’t until the group hired a new permanent drummer in 2007 that they began to re-discover their signature sound. 2008’s Accelerate was the first time the band had rocked since New Adventures in Hi-Fi. It was also the first time since that record that they had been truly relevant in the music scene. Their resurrection was heralded from all corners of the music press. Your glorious editor-in-chief named Accelerate the Best Album of 2008 on OffciallyAYuppie.com.

As good as Accelerate was, and as happy as many were to hear R.E.M. playing electric guitars again, the band sounded older, a little tired and worn out. New Adventures in Hi-Fi gives you all the swagger of the great live rock band mixed with the energy and tenacity of a group of musicians in their creative prime. This is one that cannot be overlooked any longer.


*Bill Reese occasionally pitches story ideas to OfficiallyAYuppie.com when he’s at his day job as an editor for theatre mainstay Playbill. In the past, he has written more pitches than stories for Prefix, Skope, Good Times and The Indy—though when he ran it, that paper was called The Purchase Independent. He spends way too much time listening to Hurrah! A Bolt of Light and waiting in line at El Rey del Taco in Astoria, Queens

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Live Review - A Celebration of Neil Young @ Carnegie Hall

The Music of Neil Young at Carnegie Hall
The Roots, Patti Smith and Others Salute Rock’s Last Iconoclast

By Bill Reese

The writer Chuck Klosterman recently said that the thing that makes Neil Young so cool is that he doesn’t know he’s Neil Young. Over the last four decades, the Canadian-born singer/songwriter has become a rock legend. He’s played 60’s folk, heavy metal, psychadelia and experimental, digital music. Along the way he wrote some of rock’s most iconic protest songs, never afraid to ruffle the feathers of U.S Presidents, the national guard, and just about anybody from the south. Uncompromising, unapologetic, unmistakable and unforgettable, the only thing Young has ever sold out are concert tours.

New York’s Carnegie Hall was no exception on Thursday night when City Winery proprietor Michael Dorf put on The Music of Neil Young, a tribute concert benefiting several charities and organizations. Dorf’s annual series—which has celebrated the music of Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen and R.E.M. in recent years—recruited more than a dozen singers and acts to pay tribute to Young.

The show led off with singer/songwriter Joe Purdy, who nailed Young’s “Out on the Weekend” off Harvest. The massive, ornate Carnegie Hall enhanced the intimacy of Purdy’s guitar and harmonica arrangement, as every slide of the fret board could be heard through the massive, ornate room.

If you only remember Joan Osborne from “One of Us,” then you’ve missed the last 15 years where she’s cemented herself as one of the great interpreters of the Motown and soul canon. Backed by the evening’s phenomenal house band, Osborne gave a powerful performance of Harvest’s “Old Man.” Not to be outdone, soul singer Bettye LaVette sang her version of “Heart of Gold,” which she had originally covered in 1972. LaVette joked before the song that “In 1972 I was the only black girl in the inner city singing ‘Heart of Gold.’”

After back-to-back soul performers, J Mascis from grunge legends Dinosaur, Jr. came out with a full band. Mascis and company took a minute to get their gear straight; their amplifier hum and buzz injecting the kind of raw, rock energy that is not commonly found on the legendary Carnegie stage. What came next was a blistering, balls-to-the-wall rendition of “Cortez the Killer,” an 8-minute romp of thrashing guitar solos. Mascis’ long, gray hair drooped in front of him as he tore through the 1975 Crazy Horse track with stunning effortlessness.
The middle of the show was hit-or-miss, most notably Shawn Colvin’s cover of “Birds” marred by an inexplicable mandolin solo. It wasn’t until Cowboy Junkies came on and played a billowy, psychedelic version of “Don’t Let it Bring You Down” that the show began its long build-up to what would be an epic climax.

Glen Hansard—half of The Swell Season and Oscar-winning actor/singer/songwriter from Once—came out to play “Tell Me Why” the opening gem from Young’s 1968 opus After the Gold Rush. He adjusted the microphone to the height of his unplugged guitar and seemed to let his voice ring out through Carnegie Hall’s four-balconied house without the aid of the mic.
Some artists had been a little guilty of doing their best Neil Young impression while playing their selection for the night. The same could not be said for Aaron Neville’s performance of CSNY’s “Helpless.” The house band backed Neville, who’s signature, smooth yet staccato voice transformed the song so much that it could have easily been mistaken for one of Neville’s many career hits.

Many artists could have done “Rockin’ in the Free World,” but the honor went to Pete Yorn, who took on the song solo on acoustic guitar. Yorn began softly, then strummed with passion and fury, reminding all in attendance that some songs remain powerful no matter how much amplification is put behind them.

The big question mark of the night was how would The Roots take on Young’s “Down by the River.” At the beginning, the answer seemed to be conventionally. A four-member Roots (minus Black Thought) were backed by Amber Coffman and Haley Dekle from The Dirty Projectors and gave the song a slow, rolling groove. After strumming the last chord in the third chorus, ?uestlove began a slow rumble with his drums, and with that, The Roots had been unleashed. The beat sped up and ?uestlove started looking more like Animal from The Muppets. Meanwhile, guitarist/singer “Captain” Kirk Douglas and bassist Owen Biddle went completely apeshit. The epic solo went on for nearly ten minutes, culminating in one more fiery chorus, and a frenetic outro. The crowd went bananas, giving the Roots the first standing ovation of the night.

Patti Smith and her daughter Jesse closed out the scheduled set with Young’s somber 2005 ballad “It’s A Dream.” There were hopes that the man of the hour would come out to serenade the crowd, but Young was not in attendance. Even if he were, he would most likely be way too humble to do so. The crowd, instead, were delighted to a two-song encore, with all the evening’s artists singing gang vocals on CSNY’s “Ohio” and Crazy Horse’s “Out of the Blue, Into the Black.”

The performance raised more than $75,000 for the night’s charities, including the Church Street School for Music and Art, The Pinwheel Project, Music Unites, Young Audiences New York, The American Symphony Orchestra and FIXS—an organization that fixes broken instruments in public schools.

Bill Reese is a contributing writer to Officially A Yuppie. His articles include, Today the Green Grass - The Jayhawks Reunite and Kid A Grows Up. He is also an editor for Playbill Magazine.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Today The Green Grass - The Jayhawks Reunite

Today the Green Grass.
The Jayhawks—The Greatest Band You’ve Never Heard—Reunite
By Bill Reese
The reunion tour is one of the staples of late-career rock and roll. Everyone’s done it, some have done it multiple times. Hardcore fans patiently, desperately await the day when Morrissey and Marr bury the hatchet for a Smith’s reunion—or when Page and Plant decide that Jason Bonham is good enough to take on tour with Led Zep—or when the corpse of Bradley Nowell rises from the dead, smites the legions of Sublime tribute acts, smokes a bowl, and re-takes the mic for the Long Beach ska legends.

But for The Jayhawks, the alt-country pioneers from the Land of Lakes, there was no headlining reunion slot at Coachella, no paparazzi-laden press conference, barely even a cough in the music press. The Jayhawks had been on indefinite hiatus since 2005 after nearly two decades of flying under the radars of the popular music zeitgeist. They slowly evolved from country revivalists to alternative-country stalwarts, to folk-pop futurists. Several Jayhawks sang lead vocals, and whenever one of them left the group, another stepped up to fill in the gap. With each LP released, The Jayhawks earned respect from the local scene, the critical press and college radio, but by the time they went their separate ways, most music fans only knew of the Jayhawks as the mascot from Kansas University.

The band formed in Minneapolis in the mid 1980s as the brain trust of acoustic guitarist Mark Olson and electric guitarist Gary Louris. The group’s early work was dominated by the country/folk influences of Olson, who was the majority songwriter of the group’s eponymous debut. Olson also took lead on 1989’s Blue Earth after Louris had left the band following a bad car crash. After overdubbing some vocals, he rejoined the group. Louris’s soulful tenor and Olsen’s ragged, twangy drawl complimented each other perfectly. Like Lennon and McCartney before them, the union of these voices allowed a pop sensibility to to creep into the Jayhawks sound, one that would eventually engulf the group.

Blue Earth managed to attract major label attention in the most unconventional of ways. It was playing in the background of a conference call between reps from Blue Earth’s label, Minneapolis indie Twin Tone, and reps from Def American, the label Rick Rubin formed after leaving Def Jam. The music caught the attention of the folks from Def American, and after an in-person listen, the group was signed to their first major label. Hollywood Town Hall was released on the newly re-named American Recordings in 1992. With Olson and Louris collaborating on just about every track, the group began to refine the sound they had been toying with for half a decade. The lead track “Waiting for the Sun” was the band’s first successful single, with Louris’ lead vocal riding the choppy clicks of his electric guitar.

They followed up Town Hall with 1995’s Tomorrow the Green Grass, the Jayhawks’ signature record. Opening with Olson’s masterpiece “Blue,” which cracked the Top 40 in Canada, the record is dominated by genius offerings from Olson, especially the shit-kickin’ country-rocker “Miss Williams Guitar” (named after Olson’s then-girlfriend Victoria Wilson), the melancholy “Ann Jane,” and “Blue’s” downbeat, somber counterpart, “Over My Shoulder.” Louris was no ghost on Green Grass, adding gorgeous harmonies to Olson’s songs, as well as lush compositions like “I’d Run Away” and “Nothing Left to Borrow.” Despite some success north of the border, the reaction stateside was lukewarm at best. The band had overspent on the recording of Green Grass and the CD receipts could not recoup the cost.

In the aftermath of Green Grass, Mark Olson left The Jayhawks to spend more time with Victoria Williams, who he would later marry (then divorce). Louris decided to keep the band intact, recruiting guitarist Kraig Johnson to fill in on guitar. Louris also recruited Tim O’Reagan on drums and voice. Louris became the group’s primary songwriting force, and the Olson-less songwriting sessions produced 1997’s Sound of Lies, a more straightforward rock record with pinches of psychedelia. Louris’ songwriting style had always had a flair for the dramatic, with slow-building verses and grand, sweeping choruses. Karen Grotberg, who’d joined the group for Green Grass is all over the record as well, adding harmony and sorrowful keys to the opener “The Man Who Loved Life,” the hope-rising “Trouble,” and Louris’ ironic rocker “Big Star.” O’Reagan and Grotberg’s harmonies make the record as gorgeous as it is, but the two of them did not compliment Louris’ pipes as much as the departed Olson.

With 2000’s Smile, Louris pushed the band’s pop sensibilities further than they had ever been before. He and producer Bob Ezrin used drum machines and some synths to add to the group’s sound. While this enraged some of the group’s hardcore fans, the resulting disc is Louris’ personal masterpiece. From the symphonic, swirling title track; the mandolin-strumming, foot-tapper “I’m Gonna Make You Love Me;” and the synth-pop anthem “Queen of the World;” to the bittersweet ballads “Mr. Wilson” and “Broken Harpoon;” Louris’ crafted a record that combined all of his musical influences on one disc. Despite its genius, the reviews were generally mixed. The New York Times review was titled “What If You Made a Masterpiece and No One Cared?”

The band’s final album, 2002’s Rainy Day Music, was a low-key, acoustic, return to the band’s roots. The stark arrangements, many with only Louris singing, highlighted the absence of Mark Olson, who had now appeared on only half of the band’s major recordings. In 2005, the group went on an indefinite hiatus.

In the end, Louris became as dominant a force in the late-era Jayhawks as Olson was in the early eras. By the time I discovered the band in the summer of 2000, I assumed that The Jayhawks were a purely Gary Louris project. It is exceedingly rare to see a group with two frontmen whose leadership passes gradually from one to the other over the life of the group, but that’s how The Jayhawks did it. Along the way, they released four records that were as phenomenal as they were unknown. Their style was unique, yet I hear pieces of it everywhere from Conor Oberst’s country opus I’m Wide Awake It’s Morning to The Minus 5’s latest, Killingsworth, to the new country-esque offering by The Decemberists.

Had The Jayhawks come around in the age of Napster or popular music blogs, they would never have flown under the radar for as long as they did. Everybody is always waiting to jump onto the next thing, and alt-country never had a chance in a pre-web world to build itself into a powerful underground movement. For reasons beyond their control, The Jayhawks were the most underrated band of the 1990s, though no one at either of this week’s sold out NYC shows will ever admit such a gross injustice.

Bill Reese is a contributing writer for Officially A Yuppie. He is also an editor at Playbill and has written the pieces "From the Muddy Banks of the Gowanus" and "The Gospel According to Craig Finn."

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Another Look at 2010

The greatest thing about music is not only how it is the universal language, it is also how subjective it is. I posted the annual Top 10, Honorable Mentions & League of Their Own lists, yet as much as I loved those albums and believe they are what best defines the year, my staff of great writers have to disagree. Most came up with their own Top 10 and in some cases, Honorable Mentions. Take a look at some of my writers views on the best music of 2010!

To start things off we go to premiere NYC DJ and great friend, Rich D Smoov. Richie has gone to photograph Atoms for Peace, Atari Teenage Riot, Siren Fest and Lollapalooza. Take a look at his eclectic list:

1.Lloyd Miller and the Heliocentrics: OST
2.Arcade Fire:The Suburbs
3 MGMT : Congratulations
4. Flying Lotus : Cosmogramma
5. Girl Talk : All Day
6.Crystal Castles
7. Strong Arm Steady : In Search of Stoney Jackson
8. Dillinger Escape Plan : Opinion Paralysis
9. Gonjasufi : A Sufi and a Killer
10: Eminem : Recovery

honorable mentions:
1. Salem
2.Madlib - medicine show series
3.Wu Massacre
4.The Roots - How I got Over
5.Mulato Astake
6.Afrocubisim
7.Big Boi - Sir Lucious Left Foot : The Legend of Chico Dusty
8.Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
9.Areil Pink- Haunted Graffiti
10. Ghostface Killah
11. Metal Swim comp
12.Codeine Velvet Club

The next list comes from contributing writer and editor of sports website, Take Over The Game, Jared Ziedman. As much of a sports buff Jared is, he is just as big of a music fan.

10. Beach House: Teen Dream
9. Gil Scott Heron: I’m new here
8. The Roots: How I Got Over
7. Menomena: Mines
6. Big Boi: Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty
5. A Million Years: Mischief Maker
4. The Dig: Electric Toys
3. Jon Legend and The Roots: Wake Up!
2. Kanye West: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
1. Janelle Monae: Metropolis Suites II and III- The Archandroid

The next list comes from fellow blogger, manager of The Royal Chains and coordinator for Merrifield Records, Leah Marchesano. Leah has one of my favorite tastes in music and her list shows why.

1. Plastic Beach-Gorillaz
2. Surfing The Void-Klaxons
3. Teen Dream- Beach House
4. Brothers- The Black Keys
5. Danger Days: The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys- My Chemical Romance
6. Astro Coast- Surfer Blood
7. Take A Vacation!- The Young Veins
8. Congratulations- MGMT
9. Big Echo- The Morning Benders
10. The Age Of ADZ- Sufjan Stevens

This list comes from out main contributor and satirist Bill Reese. Bill has been with us since the beginning and his articles include the famed "101 Most Indisputable Rock Facts" and "From the Muddy Banks of the Gowanas: How Brooklyn in the new Seattle."

10. Vampire Weekend "Contra"
9. Spoon "Transference"
8. Kanye West "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy"
7. The Tallest Man on Earth "The Wild Hunt"
6. Sufjan Stevens "The Age of Adz"
5. Titus Andronicus - The Monitor
4. Dr. Dog "Shame Shame"
3. Broken Social Scene "Forgiveness Rock Record"
2. The National "High Violet"
1. The Minus 5 "Killingsworth"

This next list comes from all the way across the pond and directly from London, England. It is brought to us by Simon Mason, writer and editor for UK's Touching from a Distance Blog in The Spectator. Simon has a master ear and this shows why.

Gil Scott – Heron I’m Still Here
The Flaming Lips w/ The White Dwarves, Peaches & Henry Rollins – Dark Side of the Moon
Zola Jesus - Stridulum 11
Kanye West – My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
LCD Soundsystem – This is Happening
Fools Gold
These New Puritans – Hidden
Caitlin Rose – Own Side Now
Dark Star – North
Matthew Dear – Black City
Holy Fuck – Latin
Afro-Beat Airways: West African Shock Waves 1972 – 1979
David Rodigan FABRLICLIVE 54
Roots Manuva meets Wrongtom – Duppy Writer

This next list is from a comedic gem and new contributor, Jessica Rionero. Jessica is a member of the Pink Axe comedy troop in NYC. Take a look at her list:

1. LCD Soundsystem - This is happening
2. Arcade Fire - The Suburbs
3. Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
4. Best Coast- Crazy For You
5. Crystal Castles- Crystal Castles
6. Sleigh Bells- Treats
7. Nicki Minja- Pink Friday
8. Kid Cudi- The Man On The Moon II: Legend of Mr. Rager
9. Interpol- Interpol
10. Vampire Weekend- Contra

The final list comes from our unofficial hip-hop writer, Ramone Pesante. Take a look at his list below:

1- Drake- Thank Me Later
2- The Roots- How I Got Over
3- Kanye West- My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
4- Gorillaz-Plastic Beach
5- Big Boi- Sir Lucious Left
6- The Black Keys - Brothers
7- Cee Lo Green - The Lady Killer
8- Eminem- Recovery
9- Trey Songz- Passion, Pain, & Pleasure
10- Usher- Raymond V Raymond

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Kid A Grows Up

Kid A Grows Up - Radiohead’s Boldest Album Turns 10
By Bill Reese

I met Kid A on Sunday night, October 1, 2000. Matt Pinfield hosted 92.3 K-Rock’s new music program “120 Minutes,” and dedicated the first hour of that evening’s broadcast to Radiohead’s new album, Kid A in its entirety.

Normally, I would not have stayed up to listen, but once I heard the haunting keyboard licks at the beginning of “Everything In Its Right Place,” I just couldn’t turn it off. It was creepy, and—to 16 year old me—almost cheesy, like the music in the haunted house rides at Adventureland. I was captivated by Thom Yorke’s flickering vocals, which stuttered and skipped like a malfunctioning robot. The song had no verses, no choruses; it just built and built in one long crescendo. I had spent the first 16 years of my life worshiping guitar rock and now I was mesmerized by a song that featured none. I listened to the rest of the album in silence, then went to sleep and tried to comprehend the record that I had just heard. I bought it a week later, and it’s been one of my favorite records ever since.

It’s important to remember where we were as a musical people in October 2000. This was the year of N’Sync and Sisqo. We were a year removed from Woodstock ’99 and a year away from The White Stripes and The Strokes making two records that helped define the decade. Internet downloading was still a brand new concept and all of us cynically declared that Napster allowed us to test-drive new music, and that we would end up buying more CDs than we did before. George W. Bush was about to be “elected” president for the first time and he and Al Gore were debating on how best to use the United States’ record budget surplus. The 90s were over, but only because the calendar said that they were.

So in walked Radiohead, a band who had nearly self-destructed after crafting their 1997 opus OK Computer, a guitar-rock album for the new millennium. It may have been dark, moody guitar rock, but it was their own style and nobody else sounded as they did. They had been listening to way too much Terry Reilly, Paul Lansky, and these Icelanders no one outside of Reykjavík had ever heard of named Sigur Rós. They couldn’t be U2, an arena rock band that pounded out guitar anthems every night. All they had to do was play “Creep” and “Fake Plastic Trees” for 100 gigs a year and they would make money hand over fist. They could have done it, but it would have killed them. Reinvention—drastic, thorough, irreversible reinvention—was the only way they could continue as a band.

Johnny Greenwood and Ed O’Brien—arguably two of the best guitarists in rock at the time, and the only guys who weren’t thumping out chords on 7-stringers—had abandoned the instruments they’d mastered for keyboards and synthesizers. If they did pick up a guitar, they ran it through dozens of distortion pedals, loops and phasers. Thom Yorke—a vocal juggernaut—was hardly singing at all, repeating cryptic lyrics while producer Nigel Godrich spliced them up. Even drummer Phil Selway found himself passing up regular drumbeats for complex rhythms, or was replaced altogether by a drum machine. Radiohead were not the first band to reinvent themselves, hell, the Beatles did that for four consecutive records starting with Rubber Soul. But no band before Radiohead, and no band since Radiohead’s Kid A completely dismantled their sound, re-built it using different materials, and emerged with the kind of critical and commercial success as did the Oxford quintet.

Kid A was released on October 2, 2000 in the U.K. and a day later in the States, reaching #1 on both charts in its first week. Kid A was the first album in decades to top the U.S. charts without the benefit of a music video or a hit radio single. Kid A had no singles, and besides being played in its entirety on “120 Minutes” and occasional sightings of “Optimistic” in K-Rock’s late night rotation, Kid A was barely heard on modern rock radio—at a time when radio was still a relevant force in rock.

Without the video or the lead single, (The singles, they promised, would be on the following spring’s Amnesiac) the band was invited to play Saturday Night Live on October 14, 2000. I’ve described their two-song set as one of the unintentional defining moments of the 2000s decade to OfficiallyAYuppie.com founder Sal Bono for years.

The band ripped through “The National Anthem,” accompanied by a 9-piece brass band that recreated the song’s spastic horn section with stunning precision. The band plays this song at most shows, but almost never with the horn section. They later played the album’s showstopper, “Idioteque,” complete with Thom Yorke having the equivalent of a grand mal seizure on stage, his head swiveling back and forth so fast that every other word was caught by the microphone. As the song ended, the SNL crowd looked like the audience from "Springtime For Hitler"—in shock, bewildered, some with offended ears.

This—whether Radiohead intended it or not—was one of the defining moments of the 2000s as a decade in music. Radiohead came out on that soundstage to present to the American public what they believed to be the music of the future. Big American surplus or not, they knew the future was dark, it was chaotic, it was filled with fear, uncertainty and woe. The music they played was simply too advanced for the SNL audience that night. Thom Yorke may as well have pulled a Marty McFly and taken the mic and said, “Maybe you guys aren’t ready for that… but your kids are gonna love it…”

The future Radiohead were offering was just too bleak for rock and roll listeners. No matter how good a record Kid A was, it just wasn’t the kind of music we were ready to rally around… at least not yet. Within a year, a new musical movement had begun that began to throw back to 70s retro rock sounds, with mod outfits and slick guitar riffs. Radiohead promised us the future and the rest of us decided that the past was a much more comforting place to be. In a matter of years, even Radiohead gave up on their own dark future. Discounting Amnesiac—which is essentially a B-sides record for Kid A, 2003’s Hail to the Thief—and 2007’s In Rainbows focused heavily on the three-headed guitar-dragon of O’Brien/Greenwood/Yorke.

Kid A is no Nevermind. It is not a revolutionary, groundbreaking record that inspired a generation of musicians. It’s barely a relevant record in today’s musical arena. After 10 years, it does, however, stand alone as one of the boldest musical statements in the recent history of rock and roll. It was released in an era where bands needed to sell records to make money. It was released during an era where major record labels still had clout, and Capitol Records believed in Radiohead enough to let them take the biggest chance of their career. It may not have ushered in an age of experimental, weird rock bands, but it solidified (and I argue created) the perception of Radiohead as a weird band. They were a moody band on OK Computer, Kid A made them weeeeeeeiiiiirrrrddddd. It may have not have inspired bands to start using synths, keys and samplers, but when a present-day guitar rock band starts to incorporate more electronic elements into their sound, no one bats an eye.

After 10 years, Kid A has taken a prominent, yet un-assuming role atop many critics Best-Of Lists for the recently expired decade—just the way the band want it. It may slip down those lists as time passes but not because it fails to pass the test of time. If anything, it’ll slip because Kid A has been the better predictor of the demise of Western Civilization, and perhaps we don’t yet possess the courage to acknowledge that fact.

Bill Reese is an infrequent contributor to OfficiallyAYuppie.com and has previously written for Prefix, Skope, Good Times and The Purchase Independent. He occasionally listens to Kid A while working as an editor at Playbill.