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Magic Bus Rogue Wave sparkles the
hell outta some sweet, Sixties-ish pop. Likening them to heyday Pixies “a few simple fresh ingredients mixed
together tastefully, like good Italian food”, Carl Newman finds Rogue Wave excellent,
but beyond description. Like the lead New
Pornographer, Destroyer, Spoon, Super Furry Animals, The Clientele, Mates of
State, and (RIYL) The Shins--folks who know a thing or three about pop
music--have all similarly been enamored enough to have showered praise and
opening spots at their gigs upon this little band. Allow me, now, to present another infectious pop disc,
vocally similar to Newman’s, but trading that bittersweet wisdom for an
innocent, seductive sweetness more akin to labelmate James Mercer’s. Zach
Rogue’s intensely personal debut with Rogue Wave takes the listener on the road
with nothing but an afghan, suitcase turntable, acoustic guitar, and a generous
stack of the great folk rock records of the era the genre emerged. All right, the Byrds made Dylan’s bets tunes into crystalline, multi-textured art. Imagine The Byrds except as covered by Bob Dylan, trading in a world-weary snarl for an innocence coupled with an aggressive curiosity. More succinctly, Zach Rogue walks like Bo Diddley, but certainly doesn’t need any damned crutch. Reflecting darkness while creating giddy, beautiful pop,
Out of the Shadows includes some of the most well-fashioned strummers this
side of Younger than Yesterday, all employed for a single noble purpose:
to convey its messages of hope, innocence, and loss. Indeed, innocence
traded for sorrow hasn’t been dealt this alluringly since the Seventies.
Something of a Something/Anything? for the college radio set? It’s too
early to tell. But Zach Rogue makes it awful interesting to try and figure out. Deep acoustic grooves reminiscent of Bo Diddley create
bedrock for opener, “Every Moment”. Rhythmic shifts, a dramatic ebb and flow
perfectly match hyper-genuine lyrics like “I used to think about you and me
forever”. “Endless Shovel” offers jazzy interplay between Nathan Petty’s
skinswork and Rogue’s guitar leading to something of a semi-acoustic rave-up ala
the Yardbirds, but with the volume way lower than that classic 11. Subtle,
organic keys drag “Nourishment Nation” around the block a couple-three times.
Birds chime congruously into Rogue’s seductively sweet tone in “Be Kind –
Remind” and his vox wonderfully double-track throughout Out of the Shadow,
suggesting harmonic unity, thematic emphasis--but a bit askew...like Garfunkle,
but a cool, savvy, and easy-to-take version of the cartoon moose troubadour. But don’t expect something simple just because it is
gentle. Rogue wields a mighty pop hammer, and, true, it is a soft one—but its
comforting cush is stacked with more accoutrement, more pop spice than a chili
cook-off winner. Moog, Wurlitzer effects, and even handclaps surround “Kicking
the Heart Out”. But these are not lyrics-obscuring tricks. Rogue certainly
need not be ashamed of: “If music is my lover/Then you are just a tease/You make
love to a shadow/Whose face is hollow money.” Oy freaking vey! Did he have to
allude to the early Beatles’ best tune (and perhaps beat’s best instrumental) in
the process? Too clever by half! Out of the Shadows ends with the grace and beauty of
“Perfect”. En route reminiscent of Westerberg’s “Skyway”, contrapuntally
high-pitched backing shovels heavy meaning upon this lament to lost innocence:
“Everything was perfect until you came along.” Childish innocence practically
bleeds off the end of each of Rogue’s lines closing, well, perfectly with these
two simple words: “oh no.” Careful with this one, for you may just find yourself as I
did one recent afternoon, wandering down the street, spontaneously chirping a
line from “Postage Stamp World.” “You can all get in line/Lick my behind.”
Because this music, even with a line that has no right to be any good......oh,
but if it had been in the hands of anyone but a person like Zach Rogue, in other
words handled anything short of beautifully, it surely would not have. Out
of the Shadows is simply that fine and that seductive. Newman casually referring to Rogue Wave’s uniqueness in pop
mastery, my involuntary gushing—these are things organically derived music
inspires. And the band grew naturally. Zach Rogue took a leave from his band,
Desoto Reds, and bought a one-way ticket to New York, having decided in classic
songwriter style (Skip Spence, Chris Bell, etc.) to record the songs he needed
with the people he needed in the place he needed and at the moment he had to do
it. Zach returned to Frisco, dropped out of his bands and before he could spit,
Pat Spurgeon (drums/keys/samples/vocals), Sonya Wescott (bass/vocals), and Gram
LeBron (guitar/keys/vocals) had gathered around him--resulting in a group that
light “up like fireworks” and like “hugging each other”...all that and an upright
bass? Should be a hell of a show! Slow Wonder:
10/10; Out of the Shadow: 8.8/10. Divine Comedy, Tragedy,
Drama... Regal, gorgeous, stunning,
pomp-pop, Neil Hannon has outdone himself with a set of vividly
dramatic imagery expertly applied on Absent Friends. Hannon "brings it" to Schubas on Friday, September 17th. On the Divine Comedy’s aptly entitled Absent Friends,
cinematic instrumentation—the unusual, evocative brand via plucked piano,
congas, double bass, and a whole host of eardrum tickling by the Millennia
Musicians—matches and underscores grand ideas and themes of love, loss,
insanity, and the like as perfectly as the liner photos featuring Neil Hannon in
a series of poses suggesting the darkest depths of romantic ennui. A musical Valentine, Absent Friends works as both a
title to Hannon’s newly solo venture and as a mini-dedication to
everything he worships. The entire album harkens to the Sixties via an
overbearing Scott Walker style and the rollicking titular tribute to mythic
heroes of the era like Jean Seberg and Steve McQueen. A practical tour through
people to whom he feels he shares an artistic affinity, Hannon outright howls
“they drove poor Oscar to his grave” over the tune’s final and most exaggerated
flourish. Indeed, form and content fuse seamlessly throughout the
record as each tune’s music is appropriate to its subject matter. “Come Home
Billy Bird” features an annoyed protagonist. The music is as trying and
inexorable as his workaday life, wispy chorus arriving slightly louder, higher
pitched, regularly, and downright existential. This will repeat no matter how
much the international business traveler tries to escape. This is, in fact,
just what happens as we find Billy stuck at his kid’s football game at song’s
end. Tension abounds in any decent art and “Our Mutual Friend”
is as heartbreaking as it is pissy. A lovely raft of violins, cellos,
tambourines, and flutes coupled with a dead faced delivery throws some serious
irony towards the former chum and the ex, as Hannon spitefully summarizes,
“wrapped around another lover/ No longer then is he our mutual friend”. A minor
symphony follows. The tune winds down with a couple minutes of exquisitely
orchestrated music granting plenty of time to imagine sarcasm softening to
sorrow, betraying the depth of feeling over the trifling bitterness recently
spouted. Hannon’s plaintive baritone adds significance to the
seemingly inane, a brooding foreshadowing which is exemplified by the morose
“Leaving Today”. The outset of the tune finds Hannon rhyming “crowing cock”
with “my old clock” as he tries to wrestle from a lover who clings “like the
dew”. Ignoring the clichés for the moment and trusting his urgent, potent
delivery leads to the heartbreaking “To say good-bye, it breaks my heart every
single time” and the gorgeously cinematic “The city’s waking up./Dreams fizzle
out like raindrops/Racing down the glass,/They blur the streetlamps as we
pass”. With patience, every visual proves pregnant with meaning on
Absent Friends. Imagine, then, “The Happy Goth” whose “clothes are
blackest than the blackest cloth/and her face is whiter than the snows of Hoth”.
On paper, it seems like a straight examination, but coupled with the perkily
bombastic music, one can only imagine this girl throwing on the album and then
hiding her face in shame, under the covers, of course...and then turning to old
standby and master marketer, Morrissey. Absent Friends is a regal, cynical, stately,
precise, but ultimately superbly sentimental minor masterpiece assembled by Neil
Hannon, a man who can do anything he damned well pleases at this point in his
life. The closer, “Charmed Life”, travels the cycle of life via lyrical and
musical complexity and ends sweetly with the most important fascination to those
of us simply enamored with the act of feeling. The suite begins minimally with
a banjo, then swells to imply the ocean, cavorts through a carnival, and then
softens dramatically to complete a perfect final statement from this weary
romantic: “When I hold you in my arms/I know that this is a charmed life/A
charmed life”. Absent Friends 9.2/10. Neil Hannon brings the
Comedy to Schubas on Friday, September 17th. |