Stacks of cds, records, and other mounds of sound reviewed by current and alumni members of the Alpha Delta chapter of Phi Kappa Tau. We have diverse backgrounds, varied tastes, and a shared appreciation of music.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

At War With the Mystics - The Flaming Lips



Hopeful Pessimism? Jaded optimism? The Flaming Lips' chaotically good follow up to Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots is ambiguously political. The satire and sarcasm is deep enough to be thought provoking, but light enough to be fun. This collection is not as conceptually or melodically united as Yoshimi but offers more interesting layers. The Lips mix vintage guitars on top of techno beats, and ambient sounds capes. They manage to employ every cheesy 60's and 70's effect to add credence and credability to their music. Even the talk box, which was long since destroyed by Peter Frampton is back, and relevant. At War with the Mystics will guitar geeks giggity glaven. Of course, there's too many synthesizers, and funky beats to call it a guitar album.

Like many cds prepared for the digital age, At War with the Mystics is front loaded with catchy tunes ready to be fed to a digital boom box. The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song (With All Your Power)and Free Radicals (A Hallucination Of The Christmas Skeleton Pleading With A Suicide Bomber, and The Sound Of Failure / It's Dark...Is It Always This Dark?? are tangled balls of fishing hooks waiting to grab every ear.

The transition from focused song craft into and out of spacey, flowing arrangements is particularly interesting. After the Yoshimi sound alike "My Cosmic Autumn Rebellion", the Lips explore space with languid arrangements and clever sonic juxtapositions. The album transitions back into structure with Mr. Ambulance Driver, a with a disco air, and shades of canadian breakbeat house. The remaining songs maintain the Lips' vague imagistic political criticism.

Rating:3.75/5
Top Track: Mr. Ambulance Driver
Reason to Buy:It's t9ime for an interstellar freak out
Reasons Not to Buy this Album: Politically charged recreational drug use does not amuse you.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Safety in Numbers - Umphrey's McGee


Umphrey's McGee planned to have a pleasant, furtive start to 2005 by spending the early winter months in the studio crafting a record. Fate had other ideas, and sent spirits plummeting when a close friend of the band was killed by a drunk driver while taking a cab from Umphrey's New Years show to a post-party at the keyboardist's house. Add a souring relationship and ugly break up to the emotional tumult and you have enough drama to pen a season of the OC.

It also inspired the band to pull together, finding safety in numbers, and record their best studio work to date, a record that captures the emotions that fueled recording, and begions to develop a studio personality for the band. Too many jambands get lost in the studio, trying to capture the essence of their live show, or unable to distill ten minute songs to concise and meaningful selections. That's not the case with this release. There are concise layered arrangements, an effective use of guest and supporting musicians, a few longer compositions, and an energy that is quintessentially Umphrey's.

What other band would open a record with the lines "Let this become memory / The worst is yet to come!". The joke is quickly washed away by the intense and strained piece, “Believe the Lie”. This song is one of a few on the album which were composed by assembling sections of the band's improvisations and honing them into complete songs. It is also one of the weaker cuts on the record, but most effectively sets the tone for the album. The song introduces one of the more interesting motifs of this release. The contrasting voices of Brendan Bayliss and Jake Cinninger are used to capture despair and hope, respectively. The hope may not be real, but it seems better than the ocean of pain. Alternating verses and songs help to balance the albums sound and feel.

The album begins to roll with the quieter "Rocker" which couples the loss of life to the end of a relationship. The dualism is explored throughout the album, but only after Cinninger ads some introspective levity with his Beatlesesque "Liquid". It's the same song as Ali Babba's Tahini's "Liquid in My Head", but is treated much differently with Umphrey's. It's a great song by it self, and is an excellent respite before the epic center piece "Words". It's a brooding sectional song that features a Zepplinesque build to an incredible instrumental, and vocal peak. This is the band's most epic composition since Divisions.

"Nemo", and "Women Wine and Song" belong on the radio. They have excellent hooks, and a genuine economy of composition. The latter also features Huey Lewis on backing vocals and harmonica. It's a honky-tonk Jake tune which serves as an homage to Little Feat, a respite, and contrasting opinion to the heavy undercurrents of the albums material.

Jazz Saxophonist Joshua Redman guests on "Intentions Clear", trading licks with Jake Cinninger, and blowing ripples and waves of fractional notes while Brendan Bayliss wails in his own, heavy hearted way. If Frank Zappa had written a serious musical version of Romeo and Juliet, this would be Romeo's final soliloquy.

"End of the Road" is a pleasant acoustic instrumental, which serves nicely to connect some melodic ideas from early selections and better exhibit the harmonica styings of Huey Lewis.

The final suite of songs are among the albums finest. "Passing" features incredible four part harmonies amidst pulsing prog rock. "Ocean Billy" presents a thoughtful re-interpretation of a concert staple, born of improv, into a masterpiece of studio rock showcasing drummer Kris Meyers. The re-envisioning of it's opening build is a bit controversial on fan sites, but the nay-sayers miss the boat on the possibilities of the studio. The album closes with the acoustic "The Weight Around" which provides some thematic closure, and ends with a pair of lines, which when take out of context are just as delightfully self deprecating as the cd's opening couplet.

"Safety in Numbers" is by far Umphrey's best studio album, and one of the best albums I purchased this year. This won't be the band's master piece. It shows too much unrealized promise.

Rating: 4/5
Top Track: Words
Reason to Buy: You've alway's wondered what would happen if Pink Floyd and Led Zepplin had a baby.
Reasons Not to Buy this Album: You'd like to strike because the lucky bastards who pre-ordered the limited Vinyl release scored a studio version of Divisons. Divisions!