Set against the backdrop of a blue-grey tinged Europe circa 2024, Tarik Saleh’s Metropia is an exploration of how unattractive the world can be. In his first solo, non-doc outing, the Turkish-Swedish director concocts a dystopic future in which surveillance and depravity rule its sluggish population.
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If there is any question as to what Mat Whitecross’s Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll is all about, look no further than its title. The rockin’ biopic, in theaters now, chronicles Ian Dury’s precarious road to success as The Blockheads frontman.
Buzzy Plants and Animals and surprise guests Ra Ra Riot played a sold out show at Union Hall on the 13th. Paola Capó-García reports, noting the discrepancies between the live and studio sounds of both bands.
Over a smorgasbord of hummus, white beans, and eggplant, Padma Newsome sits grizzly, inklings of grey woven through the reddish blonde of his beard, a product of “rock stress,” as he calls it. A stress that’s justified, after years of performing with children’s choirs in Adelaide, Australia; orchestras; and “indie rock bands” like The National. Newsome has now found a home in the group he formed, Clogs, a mix of classical and modern musical elements, wrapped up into what critics call “chamber folk.”
It started with a concept. Then the concept bore a story. That story grew out of a Brooklyn apartment, from the reported self-imposed isolation of a twenty-something. Words were written, sounds were paired, an album was produced: Hospice by The Antlers.
With the release of second album Two Dancers in September 2009 (Domino)—a more succinct and realized collection than the promising debut Limbo, Panto—Wild Beasts has carved itself a nice niche in the UK and US music scene. The band will kick off its first US tour today in Los Angeles and take a bow at Music Hall of Williamsburg on February 28.
The first track on Yeasayer’s sophomore album, Odd Blood, sounds like infant robots schlepping around in a steel mill, humming work tunes. “Ambling Alp,” the album’s single, has a harmonized climax that feels like baby aliens crawling into your ears, not to mention a video that will make you highly uncomfortable—either with its excessive use of flapping nude bodies or its floating, tri-color faces. “I Remember” takes an orbital route and “O.N.E” and “Love Me Girl” sound like space glam-pop. There seems to be a pattern here.
It usually takes a guitar or two. Strings that strum subtly, body that echoes its own hollow tune independently from the plucking. Percussion is steady, never straying into much experimentation. A familiar pattern for ears. You might add a bass to descend the sound, but not much else. Just a croon and melancholy. New York band Aunt Martha seemed to check off all the aforementioned from its “how-to-folk-rock” list, which didn’t make the end product prosaic, rather it made it dependable.
There were triangles, banjos, man-made sound makers, didgeridoo noises, bongos, bass, and claps and whistles and howls. There seemed to be every instrument, familiar and foreign, on stage during Tall Tall Trees’ performance at Union Pool.
People tend to be skeptical about tUnE-YaRdS. After all, her moniker looks like a pre-teen’s AIM screenname, she loops and records her music on a voice recorder, and she beat boxes with a ukulele. The husky-toned hippie, born Merrill Garbus, released her BiRd-BrAiNs album and BiRd-DrOpPiNgS EP in 2009, a mix of freak folk, R&B and African that forms initially jarring, but ultimately beautiful experimental collections.
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