Jay Kaiser and Mandy Carter – No Complaints with the View

Jay Kaiser & Mandy CarterNo Complaints with the View

I feel a little guilty admitting this, but when I grabbed this cd from the GLONO goody bag it was with the sole intention tearing into it because it looked like such a lame release. I can’t say that it didn’t meet and exceed my expectations. Come to think of it, No Complaints with the View became a musical high colonic to clear my system of all the great music I’ve been listening to lately. Jay Kaiser’s voice really bugs the crap out of me. Not exactly a falsetto, but definitely in the higher register and whiny enough to get on my nerves. But, once you get over that treat you get some really lame lyrics and lots of open mic acoustic strumming. And that’s only the one-two set up for the knockout punch – it’s even got wah-wah!

Lyric sample: “I’m the guy you wouldn’t talk to / I’m the guy who sat alone / I’m the shadow in the back of the room / Looking for someone to talk to / You’re the one that stood me up / You’re the one that made me wait a long, long time.” Get over it, dork. Man, if an album could reek of stanky hippie patchouli, this one would be it. For the folkies at all the food co-ops, hippie coffee shops, and new age crystal stores this one’s for you. So, Jay and Mandy I raise my organic soy triple chai latte in your general direction and wish you the best of luck.

Mp3s available at jayandmandy.com.

Har Mar Superstar – The Handler

Har Mar SuperstarThe Handler (Record Collection)

The problem with Har Mar Superstar’s new album, The Handler, is that it fails horribly in its attempt to be sexy and is offensive in how limp the beats and lyrics are. “Body Request” is the most uninviting call to the dance floor I’ve ever heard. “DUI” (mp3) uses beats that sound like LFO’s “Summer Girls,” a song that can make people hate summer. Karen O shows up for “Cut Me Up,” but it only results in me longing for the days when I would kiss the television screen during the “Maps” video and increases my hate of Har Mar. Out of 12 songs on the album, this is the only shining moment. “Back the Camel Up” has the most appealing beats, yet gets ruined by the lyrics, “Jump, jump, spit. C’mon let me back my camel up.” I don’t want to hear about how this guy has written songs for J-Lo. Even the chart topping, booty shaking, multi-marrying honey would turn down drippy R&B trash like “Alone Again.”

All Hail Mike Korzek

The future of music?GLONO discovers next big thing and it is Mike!

We get a lot of shit to review here at GLONO. I mean a LOT. It’s overwhelming and we’ve been adding to our list of reviewers to try and get through it all. Most of it is crap, I’ll be honest with you. It’s a lot of boring emo or obnoxious mall punk. And most of it is adorned with so much swag that it’s no wonder so many labels are going under. We just throw that shit away.

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Blessed Light – Love Lights The Way

Blessed LightLove Lights The Way (Mill Pond)

Sugary summer tunes with interesting arrangements played with an adroit musical presentation makes this a somewhat enjoyable listen. The album’s high points are the Gram Parsons’ flavored “Texas Songbird” and the Pink Floyd infused “Angel Of The Air.” Overall the album comes across more like a K-Tel collection of 70s AM golden nuggets.

Mp3 available from Mill Pond Records.

Owen – The EP

OwenThe EP (Polyvinyl)

Twee. It’s an indy rock buzzword, usually applied to bands like Travis, or Belle & Sebastian. But what exactly does it mean? I found this definition in the dictionary:

twee {ital}

adj : Affectedly dainty or refined. Overly precious.

The two afore-mentioned bands are twee indeed, but they have an advantage over other, lesser twee rockers – they’re actually interesting and have more to say than what they’re feeling the day they wrote that song.

Not so with Owen. This is high-octane navel-gazing. The trouble is, we don’t find the singer’s heartfelt, sensitive warblings (over repititous, accoustical dronings) about his twee life very interesting or insightful because, being extremely twee, there’s no room for anything else. A sample of the lyrics:

“We’re two bicycles. Ridden, too tired to know which of us two was dumb enough to choose the other as a lover.” Zuh?

If you’re an achingly sensitive art student or aspiring twee rocker, this is for you (mp3). You’ll commiserate nicely with Owen over your painful, yearning existence. For the rest of us, I’d recommend Prefab Sprout, Lloyd Cole or Billie Holiday. In fact, I’d recommend almost anything else.

Talib Kweli – The Beautiful Struggle

Talib KweliThe Beautiful Struggle (Geffen)

It’s not easy being Talib Kweli. The Brooklyn wordsmith has toiled in the gap between critical praise and commercial success since he and Mos Def released Black Star in 1998. Together the two spearheaded a renaissance in hip-hop favoring substance over style—rappers who could spit as fast as lightning but didn’t say anything of meaning quickly found themselves obsolete.

2002’s solo LP Quality bubbled under the mainstream radar but fueled the word-of-mouth surrounding Kweli—the LP’s first single, the explosive “Get By” also saw the beginning of a partnership that would benefit two artists; the single helped break Kanye West as an uber-producer, and West’s subsequent rise to astronomical heights has kept Kweli’s momentum as “conscious rapper extraordinaire” going.

So it caught me off guard when Kweli remarks on his new LP’s title track, “They call me the political rapper / Even after I tell them I don’t fuck with politics / I don’t even follow it.” Truth is; Kweli has made a name for himself with his biting commentary on politics, sociology, the state of music, and the war being waged in America’s urban neighborhoods. For whatever reason, Kweli rejects this image of himself—perhaps part of the reason The Beautiful Struggle sounds so commercial. Kweli’s use of mainstream producers (West returns, with the Neptunes, Amadeus, etc.) makes Struggle fit perfectly within the confines of urban radio. Even DJ Hi-Tek, the man behind the lo-fi, jazzy sound of Black Star and Reflection Eternal returns with a more bombastic sound. And a slew of famous guests (Mary J. Blige, Faith Evans, Common, Anthony Hamilton) do nothing to distract anyone from Struggle‘s desire to go big.

On the surface, Struggle‘s sound would lend one to group Kweli in with the faceless, nameless group of bland MC’s on the mainstream market. Talib Kweli, however, has always been known for his brutally honest and literate lyrics, and his knack for working around the English language is a skill most rappers envy. The Beautiful Struggle is no different, a concept album about the state of America’s youth and how we will leave the Earth for them. “Going Hard” sets a high mark for the rest of the album to follow, commenting on the misplaced priorities of most rappers, “People ask me how we wearing diamonds / When there’s little kids in Sierra Leone losing arms for crying while they’re mining / Probably an orphan who’s mama died of AIDS / He built a coffin workin’ often but he’s never paid / Forever slaving in the world that’s forever cold / Becoming the man of the house at 11-years old.”

Like Sufjan Stevens’ Greetings From Michigan, Talib Kweli uses his position to speak on behalf of those who cannot find the voice for their own personal struggles. It’s this breadth of scope that unites us all, the premise that (as the liner notes read) “Life is beautiful. Life is a struggle. Life is a beautiful struggle” finds a common ground for us all—despite race, social and economic status, or location in the world; universally, we all have our struggles. Despite what they may be, we can all find inspiration in the words, “Fuck the harder way / We doin’ it the smarter way.”

Kanye’s return, “I Try” acts as a sequel to the explosive “Get By”, finding a common theme within both song’s pentatonic piano melodies and inspirational everyman mantras. “I Try” and “Around My Way,” the stirring, soulful tribute to Brooklyn (“All the corners filled with sorrow / All the streets are filled with pain / Around my way”) that follows form the album’s powerful centerpiece.

Unfortunately, Struggle lacks “Lonely People,” Kweli’s commentary on the shallowness of America’s young party crowd. The song, which couldn’t be included because of problems getting clearance to use the song’s foundation, a sample of The Beatles’ “Eleanor Rigby,” instead can be found on The Beautiful Mixtape, which Kweli released earlier in the year. Surely, “Lonely People” would have been a welcome replacement for songs like “We Got the Beat,” yet this is no fault of Kweli’s. The album’s constant delays, with the legal battle to clear “Lonely People” and early demo’s being leaked and bootlegged on vinyl around the country have hurt Kweli’s momentum. But Struggle arises stronger because of these troubles, which give the album’s permeating sense of hope more substance. It also assures that Kweli will actually get the commercial recognition the underground has always afforded him.

Jay-Z once rhymed, “If skills sold truth be told / I’d probably be / Lyrically Talib Kweli.” With Kanye West now the hottest thing going, and Jadakiss’ “Why?” flying on the sense of cynicism among American youth, the time couldn’t be better for Talib Kweli to take his rightful place as Greatest MC on Earth. When today’s future evolves into tomorrow’s present, today’s youth would be best served to listen to Kweli and approach life with his refreshing sense of knowledge, hope, and desire to right society’s wrongs.

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