I am not sure who gets the credit for this, but I am loving the influence late-60s cinema rock is having on the modern musical palette. I am talking about the big beat, organ heavy pop that provided the rock and roll backdrop to many-a-teen movie in the 60s. It was supposed to sound like the bands that made up the era’s Hit Parade, but because it was generally written, produced and recorded by session players looking for a few more bucks, it took on a particularly polished personality. All the fuzzy guitars and back beats were there, but this wasn’t music made by scruffy twenty-somethings living the high life in the English country, it was American musical day laborers who had their own particular understanding of youth culture and the music business. THAT music has been creeping into recent releases (most often produced by or somehow associated with Danger Mouse) and I love it.
I’m not a druggy; I don’t have the constitution for it. But goddamn if I don’t love drug music.
Lifting pages from the best drug music over the last 20 years, Kasabian returns with 11 tracks that phase in and out of focus and twist your melon until you’re left with the “duhs” and wondering where your shoes are.
Empire is decidedly more mechanical than the Leicester, England band’s eponymous debut. Moving from an opium den into the flashing lights and shaking tits of a coked up dance club, the band employs more studio wizardry and electronic blips on their sophomore effort. The effect might leave some with a killer headache, but the fuzzy memories will at least give you stories to tell your friends.
Fans of the first album shouldn’t be dismayed though. It’s not a total departure from the influence-laden debut. There are still nods to the band’s faves, including the lead-off single, “Shoot the Runner,” which could easily be mistaken for a later day Shaun Rider project. Yes, Bez is selling pills at this club.
I’ve yet to see Kasabian live but if the show is anything like the albums, I will need a vitamin B-12 shot, two gallons of orange juice, and a calzone to shake off the hangover. Ah, but the fun we’ll have…
And check out Oasis’ Noel Gallagher talking about Kasabian after the jump…
Also read Glorious Noise’s coverage of Day One of Lollapalooza 2005.
After the relatively mild weather on Saturday, everybody was hoping the forecasters would be wrong again for Sunday. But when my dogs woke me up at 7:30 and it was already 85 degrees outside, I knew it was going to be a rough day. Still, it might cloud up at least, right?
Wrong. But there were a lot of bands I wanted to see so I jumped on the train and headed down to Grant Park for the second day of Lollapalooza. The CTA expanded its service for the weekend (I can’t imagine how much the organizers had to fork over for that!), so we made it downtown in record time for a Sunday.