Riviera – Broken Hearted Dreams

RivieraBroken Hearted Dreams

[Full disclosure: Riviera’s Derek Phillips is Glorious Noise’s co-founder. The reviewer, Stacey K. Anderson, doesn’t personally know any of us. – Ed.]

Forget what Clarence said – every time a bell rings, California gets a lyrical thrashing. Bands from the Eagles to the Red Hot Chili Peppers have denounced the Golden State as a slum of exquisitely painted media chimps, a cracked bed of abandoned dreams, and a Venus fly trap with an appetite for decency. A whole lot of stabs have been taken at the once-hallowed microcosm, and most made with the same whiny blade.

At least Riviera sees it differently. In Broken Hearted Dreams, the sonic philosophers pause in their earthy prose to take a jab at the state and temper it with optimism. They question the lure of the land in a way that sounds fresh; when Derek Phillips sings about hanging around “just time enough to get our blood clean” (“Friends in California”), he sounds wiser to the balance of state and psyche than most other wanna-be geographers.

The rest of the EP plays out similarly and is enunciated with wry humor. Riviera’s variance is the strength that many of their folk peers lack. They keep modest progressions, alternately mellow and distorted instruments, and unpretentious lyrics. The title track, a standout, plays out as a gorgeous symphony of layered instruments and atmospheric effects. “Democratic Déjà Vu” boasts scale-ascending guitars straight out of the British Invasion – if only the Yardbirds had cracked some good jokes!

The midtempo “Such Sweet Sorrow” is a lush stunner as saccharine as its name. A little Lou Reed rasp goes a long way to make the discussed relationship pulse with life and promise. The track blossoms with the best gradual, natural dynamics build since Live’s “Lightning Crashes.”

While Riviera’s diverse musical inputs make for interesting product, they do foray into jittery electronic effects and stay there for an uncomfortable bout. The effects immediately following “Left Behind” are a jarring departure from the tranquil acoustic ballad and seem unwelcome and alienated in such a cohesive package. More would be a curious path traveled; less would be an unsteady tic lost.

Riviera holds promise in their mature hooks and an overtone of sadness that never suffocates. With open eyes and searching ears, they run out smiling into the spring showers on their waterfront.

Guided By Voices – Earthquake Glue

Guided By Voices – Earthquake Glue (Matador)

If you’re a die-hard skeptic of Guided By Voices, and wish that they’d make another Bee Thousand and quit riding the ‘wish we were popular’ horse they’ve been on for years, quit reading. And skip Earthquake Glue. The old lo-fi, frustrated-math-teacher days of GBV are long behind them and aren’t coming back. For their past few albums Bob Pollard and his boys have tried to point themselves in the direction of a hit, and it looks like this time they might have one.

Earthquake Glue is good solid rock, coated with that faux-Dada patina that Pollard has refined over the years. And it features some of Pollard’s best songwriting. At times it sounds like GBV is channeling some lost Who rock opera, as written by Marcel DuChamp. And that’s good.

And gone is the filler – this one is tight. Standout tracks include “My Kind Of Soldier,” a buoyant rocker that sounds amazing live, “Useless Inventions,” a brilliant take on the technology of modern life (and a seriously rocking tune), “The Best Of Jill Hives,” very close in spirit to “I Am A Scientist,” and “I’ll Replace You With Machines,” a warp-drive anthem with a catchy guitar core. This is great stuff – “Useless Inventions” is one of the best recent GBV songs I’ve heard, and deserves to be heard by everyone.

The rest of Earthquake Glue is almost as good. That GBV album you’ve been meaning to pick up for the last few years but never got around to buying? Make it this one.

You can stream the entire album, watch the “My Kind Of Soldier” video, and download the “I’ll Replace You With Machines” mp3 and the “My Kind Of Soldier” mp3.

The Stills – Rememberese

The StillsRememberese (Vice)

Rememberese is a four-song teaser EP from The Stills, a Montreal quartet that makes its full-length debut in October with Logic Will Break Your Heart (Vice). “Still in Love Song” is the obvious bomb track, and not simply because it appears in regular and 12″ remix formats. It’s a charming intersection of The Cure’s “Lovesong” with the dudda-dudda-dudda of post-punk guitars – in other words, the perfect song for every third listener to kick off his or her Autumn 2003 “Friendster Friends Mix CD” with. “Killer Bees” keeps the chugga chugga going, but lets lead guy Tim Fletcher break out a sort of brit-pop croon. Afterthought “Talk to Me” is important if only for its defining lyric, “I’m not that angry / You’re just not that cool.” Fortunately for The Stills, they believe they are that cool, and even seem to have the chops to back up the bravado. Like The Rapture, another band of young lovelies freely mixing the jar and screech of post-punk with the bouncy bass lines that get the ladies (see the DFA’s remix of “House of Jealous Lovers” if you don’t believe me), Montreal’s new favorite sons should find a big market for their commercial (not radio)-ready sound. Don’t hate them – humming “Still in Love Song” is guaranteed to get you a beguiling glance from that hair dye hottie on the El platform. Better invest in a four button suit now.

JTL

Spiritualized – Amazing Grace ®

Spiritualized Amazing Grace ® (Sanctuary Records)

The greatest art is born through conflict. The conflicts of Jason Pierce are well documented through the writings of others as well as his own—listen to the lyrics on his 2001 masterpiece Let it Come Down and you can’t help but surrender to the gravity of lines like “If Jesus is the straight path that saves / Then I’m condemned to live my whole life on the curve / On the cross roads with the devil / I’ll dwell and I’ll count my years.” The man has, for years, struggled with drugs and with the burden of God—knowing that his way isn’t the right way, yet constantly falling into the same traps, taking the same pills or smoking the same bags. Let it Come Down was a remarkable album not only in its lyrics, but also its performances—Pierce’s inflection and timbre lent the songs the vulnerability that the words could only half-approach. Also enlisted was a gospel choir and orchestra, some of the songs turning into hymns—the explosive chorus of “Stop Your Crying,” for example—which really set the tone for the album. It was a change for Pierce, who with his earlier work in Spiritualized and also its predecessor Spacemen 3, specialized in a spacey, acid-rock/jazz sound—almost a victory by the drugs in the battle for Pierce’s mind.

Amazing Grace has been circulating for months on the internet and has just recently been officially released, and a few dissimilarities are noticeable immediately—the songs are much shorter, the choir mostly removed—inspiration enough for the NME, those fucking idiots, to claim that Spiritualized had recorded a “garage album,” but Amazing Grace is nothing like a faux-revival. This record is raw and pained, biting and brilliant. If Let it Come Down was a coming to grips with his problems, Amazing Grace is one final fight—the inspiration of new parenthood awaking Pierce to new realizations—to get his shit straight and his head up.

Thematically, nothing has changed—evidenced by song titles like “Lay it Down Slow,” “Lord Let it Rain on Me,” and “The Power and the Glory.” The lyrics still reflect the same struggles, yet things seem like they’re starting to turn around. “Hold On” is particularly inspiring, words like “Death cannot part us / If life already has / Hold on to those you hold dear.” You can’t help but wonder whether or not Pierce is advising us based on past experiences.

Musically, there is a slight return to the sound of his earlier work, and also to the soothing melodies and introspective nature of Let it Come Down. The album opens with two tracks, “This Little Life of Mine” and “She Kissed Me (It Felt Like a Hit),” that sound as if Pierce has fostered a new addiction to distortion pedals. Things are cooled off at track three with “Hold On” and “Oh Baby,” and the rest of the album falls somewhere in between.

While nothing tops the epic that Let it Come Down has become, Amazing Grace is perfect for someone perhaps just being introduced to the vast history and discography of Spiritualized/Spacemen 3. It’s the perfect jumping off point, intriguing enough to require further listening, but never getting too deep either.

For those of us already enthralled with the life of Jason Pierce, this isn’t anything profound or new. But it still strikes a chord. Holy shit, does it strike a chord.

Interpol: Live, Like a Suicide

InterpolInterpol

State Theatre, Detroit City, September 18, 2003

By now, the comparison-making has reached a fever pitch. They’ve been shouted into ears over the din of distortion, dismissed during conversations in stereo chairs, and arranged delicately in sentences more slinky than a Tracy Reese strapless. All the kids in the street are dropping names like Galileo dropped the orange, sucking on cigs through bejeweled holders and decrying the trend towards reverse engineered Robert Smith hairdos. It’s the politics of decadence in every breath, discussing Erik Satie while shopping at Target, and blasting Genesis in an ironic Cutlass Ciera. What was once normal has become normale. Devo’s selling Swifters. And Unknown Pleasures is the new Back in Black. Interpol’s famous, and moving too fast to rest.

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