Showing posts with label lo-fi. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Kurt Vile - Smoke Ring for My Halo

This was the best album of last year.

I like this bit from the AllMusic review:
In an age where angst is delivered with the subtlety of a laser light show, it’s nice to hear some good, old-fashioned, smokin’-and-drinkin’-cheap-beers-on-the-porch-with-your-friends-style pessimism.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Edith Frost - Calling Over Time

I came to this one when trying to find other albums produced by Jim O'Rourke. I had never heard of Edith Frost before. Calling Over Time is her debut, released in 1997 on Drag City. It's pretty sparse, usually just a guitar and/or piano, sometimes with another instrument or two low in the mix. Chicago being an incestuous pit of musicians, some other members of Gastr del Sol were involved in the recording, but this doesn't really have the feel of something like Camoufleur.

This normally isn't something I would seek out, but I'm glad I found this one. It's a fantastic winter album, incidentally. Maybe I'll try some other Drag City stuff I haven't tried before, like Palace Brothers, and/or revisit some more Smog and Will Oldham / Bonnie Prince Billy / whatever albums. As for Edith Frost, she only has three other albums, I might as well check them out, too.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Pure X - Pleasure

I want to aim for new music to be about 10% of the albums I'm exploring here. Finding new music is not an easy task, and I find Pitchfork to be unreliable and too scene-happy. So when Pure X's debut album Pleasure was mentioned in a thread about how Pitchfork's Best New Music category seems to skip over the, um, best new music, I thought this might be a good one to start with.

At first glance, there's a lot to like about this album: a swirling, pedal-heavy guitar sound, peaceful vocals that might as well be Sigur Ros, and simple, clean songs. In reviews you'll see mentions of 'beach album' and 'rainy day', two seemingly contradictory moods that nonetheless are simultaneously conjured up here. On repeat listens though, that swirly sound blurs to the point where it's tough to distinguish tracks. It's strange--for an album that rewards headphone use, it still never seems to emerge from the background when played through speakers.

Overall I think favorably of the album and expect it will end up on several year-end lists, but I hope they can expand their palette, as Pleasure is proof that guitar pedals do not an album make.