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Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Avenged Sevenfold - Nightmare: A



On December 28th, 2009, Avenged Sevenfold's drummer and occasional vocalist Jimmy Owen Sullivan, better known as The Rev, was found dead in his home. The news of the tragedy came at a time when it seemed as if celebrities were dying left and right, so, when I first heard it, I was skeptical. But The Rev's death, at age 29, was anything but a hoax, and was nothing if not unexpected to occur to a musician who appeared to be at the peak of his abilities. However, what I found nearly as puzzling was the lack of coverage for the man's death. Here was the loss of arguably the best drummer of my generation, and the only remotely in-depth article I could find on the subject was a lone MTV article, and little else. Avenged Sevenfold are seen as a somewhat polarizing force in modern metal, so I suppose few news outlets took the band seriously enough to give them the time of day to cover the loss of a person whose musical ability will be inspiring drummers for generations.


Avenged Sevenfold were in the midst of the demoing phase of Nightmare by the time The Rev died, so the album plays out less like a tribute to their fallen comrade and more like the band's final creative product with him. In this case, The Rev literally ghostwrites for Dream Theater drummer, Mike Portnoy, who takes over drum duties for the album. Portnoy has stated in interviews that his intent on Nightmare was to stay as close as possible to what the late drummer had written. The man was chosen less for his immense creative ability than his technical skill to play the, at times, exhausting rhythms that The Rev had planned to play throughout the album. And it all works. A person listening to Nightmare without the pretense of a great caveat would think that this was The Rev performing, and this is thanks to Nightmare's mixer, Andy Wallace, who has been working with the band since City of Evil, and producer Mike Elizondo, who I was surprised to find had never worked with the band before.


It also helps that The Rev left the band with a multitude of musical ideas to spare. The band's immensely disappointing self-titled follow-up to the band's watershed moment, City of Evil, was both saved and fundamentally faulted for its overeagerness to reach out to larger audiences. The album did Avenged Sevenfold no help in quelling peoples' accusations of the band being pop-metal posers, and, after the band's success with singles like "Afterlife" and "Almost Easy", I was almost certain that the band was going to forever suppress their predilection for suitably unwieldy techniques in favor of a saccharine sheen; one that would continue to isolate and motivate the band's fan base to abandon them, altogether. And, reading Nightmare's tracklisting, one would think that this was the path the band had decided to go. If there is one thing I can fault Nightmare for, it is for its unnecessarily melodramatic song titles. Names like "So Far Away", "Victim" and "God Hates Us" won't convert listeners surveying the album with any preconceived notion of how the band operates. However, an actual listen to Nightmare will reveal that Avenged Sevenfold pulled the rare feat of taking a step back from their undoubtedly successful dreck to craft an album that is on a sonic plane much closer to City of Evil than Avenged Sevenfold.


In fact, a significant amount of Nightmare can be compared to City of Evil and the highlights of Avenged Sevenfold. The staccato propulsion of the drums on the title track are reminiscent of "Critical Acclaim", while the introductory clean guitar picking in "God Hates Us" sounds like that of "Strength of the World". The choruses of songs like "Danger Line" and "Welcome to the Family" do an excellent job of keeping afloat engaging melodies while still maintaining an aggressive edge that was perfectly employed on City of Evil, and ultimately defined the "Avenged Sevenfold sound". You see, Avenged Sevenfold are best when their winds are long and their concepts are high. The band's ability to bob and weave through multiple and contrary moods and styles throughout the course of a single song made City of Evil such a wonderful experience, and, on Nightmare, the band does a remarkably amiable job of hearkening back to that technique. My theory is this: After seeing that much of their core fan base hated the turn they were taking with Avenged Sevenfold, the band decided to go back to the style that made them so beloved by fans like myself. The only consequence was that some of Nightmare's originality in practice was comprised.


However, what Nightmare may lack in originality from its obvious reference point, it makes up in being a genuinely enjoyable listen. "Nightmare", the album's first single, is excellent practice of Avenged's versatility; transitioning from the band's aforementioned trademark to a "Creeping Death"-style chant-along whose inclusion, alone, makes me want to go see the band on their next tour. "Buried Alive" has a similar approach, changing from a mid-tempo number rich in harmonies from guitarists Synyster Gates and Zachy Vengeance to a heavy, growling affair that climaxes in double-bass-aided triplets. Avenged separate their songs by tempo on Nightmare more than they did on City of Evil, but that does not mean that you should skip the ballads, because every single one of them is a keeper. M. Shadows even turns in a double-take-inducing vocal performance on "Tonight the World Dies" and ropes in an uncharacteristically memorable lyric in "Save Me" ("They say all beauty must die / I say it just moves on.")


Nightmare also nods to the band's first two albums with great success. The muffled screaming in the bridge of "God Hates Us" is the spitting image of late-career Phil Anselmo, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. And the metalcore riffage in "Save Me" shows that such a guitar technique can sound amazing when used in moderation.


And the band also nods to an introduction of new sounds that could be an indication of where the band will go, next. The whistling in "Danger Line" fits the song's funeral procession of an ending, wonderfully, and the "Great Gig in the Sky" singing that bookends "Victim" is surprising, but no less welcome than the throwbacks to City of Evil. A reason Nightmare has renewed my confidence in Avenged Sevenfold is because what I view to be the album's highlight lies in this category. A deliciously devious piano line opens penultimate track "Fiction", immediately separating the track from the rest of the proceedings. The song is, more or less, a ballad, but the unconventionally double-tracked vocals of M. Shadows and the last work recorded by The Rev keep your ears swimming in pure glee. The Rev's screaming of "Burn!" to the heavens would send chills down your spine whether the man was alive or dead. "Fiction" is the prime kind of expansion of sound that I would most likely applaud the band for on future releases.


Nightmare doesn't so much eclipse City of Evil as much as stand on its tippy-toes to maintain in its frame. However, as a standalone release, it is a truly remarkable accomplishment; given the circumstances, even greater. Those looking for Synyster Gates' guitar heroics in the vein of "Afterlife" or "Bat County" may be disappointed, as his sweeps and tapping are relegated to aural plaster, and are very rarely a prominent lead coat. Instead, Nightmare shows Avenged at a maturity that you would be hard pressed to find in bands that have been around for twice as long. There's no way of knowing where Avenged Sevenfold will go from here with one of their key songwriters missing in action. I believe, though, that Nightmare will recruit Avenged fans new and old to support the band for whatever direction that may be.

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Menomena - Mines: A-



"Have you seen your ghost? / It says things that you won't"

There are countless analogies that can be attributed to what I experience when I listen to Menomena's new album. I like to think (or rather it is my interpretation) that, when "Queen Black Acid" begins Mines, you are being handcuffed to a man slowly descending into alcoholism in an attempt to futilely mask the fact that his life is falling apart. Lines so insignificant yet so revealing as that quote up there boil over the subject's subconscious to be heard by others, and, ultimately, you. Let the music engulf you and Mines can be the mot depressing album you'll ever hear. But the album is such a masterful character study, I have to recommend the album despite that necessary evil.


At face value, the playful bass and bright chords of opener "Queen Black Acid" can seem like your standardly quaint indie rock song. The same can be said for second track, "Taos", whose ramshackle drum parts and blithe interchange of instruments are charming and seem almost uplifting. I see "Queen Black Acid" as the listener's exposition to the story of the album's subject. You can tell from the lyrics that he is having relationship troubles ("You barely notice what I say / You're busy looking around the room instead."), but it is also revealed that his internal weakness may be just if not more troubling ("You're five foot five not one hundred pounds / I'm scared to death of every single ounce"). "Taos" seems to be high on a misplaced confidence, as the subject seems to find so much glee in knowing what you might like, despite admitting that he really has no idea. I say it sounds like the the subject is drunk, but it could be a multitude of things. What is certain, though, is that, from that point on, things get immensely dark, and by the end, it's all you can do to keep from crying for this person.


Piano inflections, rummaging toms and shakers drop out of the mix on third track "Killemall", leaving lead singer Justin Harris with nothing but an ominous bassline to say the lyric that begins this piece. It's one of those moments that, from that point on, you can't not listen to the lyrics, and, from that point on, the lyrics become increasingly bleak. "Dirty Cartoons"'s chorus is a call-and-response between Harris and a mob; he wails "Go home", they sigh "I'd like to". First single, "Five Little Rooms" finds the subject describing a McDonalds in a suburban shopping mall, then snidely remarks "All this could be yours some day". All the negativity turns outright transcendent on "Tithe", as a faint piano line underscores Harris as he sings, "Spending the best years / Of a childhood / Horizontal on the floor / Like a bobsled / Without the teamwork / Or the televised support." Those pauses he takes are painfully trenchant and I find myself inexplicably clinging to them as I listen to the track. Mines has many of these moments, and the overriding negativity can be strangely satisfying, even if you have no idea why.


Does Mines have a happy ending? As Harris intones "I fear I'm showing my age" leading into the album's closer, you wouldn't think so. But on the final track, itself, a glimmer of light appears, but it isn't from the finding of solution, but acceptance. When I think of "Sleeping Beauty", that final track, I imagine the subject of Mines kneeling at the foot of a bed, running his fingers through the hair of a woman. It could be a new love or an offspring, but I see it as less of a turning point, and more of a clean slate of the vicarious sort. Some may not find that particularly reassuring, but, based on how Menomena seem to get themselves lost within the song's dream-like reverb, I would say they think so.



I'm sorry I didn't write anything about the actual music of Mines. I felt the lyrical content was brilliant enough to warrant a standalone analysis. I promise you this, though: This will not be last time I will be writing about this album.


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Max Richter - Infra: B+



EXT. JOSHUA'S PATIO- SUNSET

The sun is slowly setting as Joshua appears to be fully coated in orange from the strong shade of the sun. He leans on a post pensively, staring at the ground.

Joshua:
(looking up)
You know we can't keep doing this?

Kaitlin:
What?

Joshua:
You know.

Kaitlin:
Seriously, what?

Joshua:
That.

Kaitlin:
Oh.

Joshua turns to Kaitlin and holds her hands, rubbing them, affectionately.

Kaitlin:
(continued)
That.

Joshua:
But what do we do about it?

Kaitlin:
I'm not sure. I need to think. And that thinking's gotta be intense. I mean this is some serious thinking fodder.

Joshua:
(whispering)
I've got just the thing.

Josh walks to the CD player conveniently placed on a bench and PRESSES play. Max Richter's "Infra 5" begins.

Kaitlin:
(surprised)
Woah. You weren't kidding.

Josh walks up to Kaitlin and goes back to the position they were at before.

Joshua:
(still whispering)
Yeah. I just got this album. It seems like it was specifically made for pensive thought in a melodramatic movie.

Kaitlin:
It certainly is dramatic.

Joshua:
(raising his voice)
Like you would know!

Joshua runs off, arms flailing, frantically. Kaitlin SITS at the bench next to the CD player, presses the rewind button eight times to "Journey 1", and RAISES the volume.

Kaitlin:
Wow, no matter how hard I try, I can't help but have my eyes widen at this wonderfully crafted music. I mean, it seems it's either just really emotional piano or orchestral arrangements. Fantastic.

Kaitlin skips three tracks to "Journey 2"

Kaitlin:
Oh, and experimental drone tracks. But it all seems to convey, perfectly, the silent but precious atmosphere of deep, intense thought.

Joshua bursts through the doors to the patio, arms flailing slightly less.

Joshua:
Have you made your decision, yet?

Kaitlin:
No. I think I'll need more time to think. And could you burn me this album? It's exquisite!

Joshua:
You like it? I think it's great. Especially "Infra 5". It's just this rich orchestral piece that you think is going to release this great catharsis at the end, but is undercut by the drone of what sounds like an intercom. Sure, it's a little frustrating, but Max's artistry won't let you take the easy way out.

Kaitlin:
(gets up from bench)
Kinda like emotional blue balls.

Joshua:
Well you're much more experienced in that field than I am.

Kaitlin:
Oh, you ass. Come on. We'll think together, intensely, while we listen to Max Richter's new album.

Joshua:
Sounds good. I need to get to the hospital anyway. That dramatic burst through the doors to the patio has left my arms mangled with splinters, and I'm pretty sure I have some glass sticking out of my palm.

Kaitlin offers her hand to Joshua, Joshua shakes his head, Kaitlin shrugs, and the two walk into the sunset, knowing full well that, by the time Kaitlin returns, her house will be infested with bugs from leaving the patio doors open for so long.



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Mount Kimbie - Crooks & Lovers: B



It seems to me that Mount Kimbie released their debut LP at the exact wrong time. With already great to excellent releases from electronic artists Toro y Moi, Flying Lotus and Guido this year alone, I can't help but compare every track of Crooks & Lovers in some way to the hazy glo fi of the first, the skittery IDM of the second or the conservative dubset of the third.


This doesn't necessarily preclude a good listening experience. But, for anyone who has heard the newest albums from any of the three artists I just mentioned, Crooks & Lovers will smack of unoriginality.


What does sound original on Crooks & Lovers is the implementation of unique percussion styles. The foundation of "Before I Move Off", for example, is comprised of the clicking of one's tongue against the roof of their mouth at different frequencies. The groove of "Carbonated" sounds to me like the dropping of a pebble into a puddle and the repeated flicking of a carpet. "Ruby" sounds like a game of table tennis is being played throughout the duration of the song, and, oh look at that! Flying Lotus already did that on his song "Table Tennis" ("But, Paul. You can't honestly think that just because Flying Lotus had the sound of table tennis in his song you can fault everyone else who does it on their album." In fact I can. Few artists can lay claim to that playing style, and FlyLo pretty much perfected it on his album.). However intriguing these production tics can get, they might as well be filed under "Wow Factor" for their failure to compensate for an album's worth of material.


By the end of Crooks & Lovers, we do get to see Mount Kimbie come into their own with a sound purely theirs. "Mayor", "Between Time" and the last minute and fifteen seconds of "Field" all hint at the duo's unique composition abilities, and might make for a good album if expanded on a future release.


If Crooks & Lovers proves to be the album where Mount Kimbie get their footing and name out there, I will be more than happy with that. The album's final seven minutes show that the group has the potential to be a reckoning force in modern electronic music. I look forward to seeing what the group comes up with next, but am a little frustrated at how little Crooks &Lovers will maintain that enthusiasm until then.

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Lil' Wayne - The Rebirth: B-




Rock album? More like hip-hop with guitars playing over it. I've heard more rock from Gnarls Barkley and Lupe Fiasco.

Emo? Sure, "Prom Queen" is undoubtedly crappy for Lil' Wayne's unnecessary eagerness to tack his heart to his sleeve, but the rest of The Rebirth, to Wayne's credit, experiments with multiple facets of rock music, whether it be through the No Doubt spunk of "Get A Life" or the tom-heavy funk of "Ground Zero".

Worst album of the year? Hardly. The Rebirth is by no means a masterpiece, but I've heard much worse. Despite nearly an all-out refusal to spit more than two good verses ON HIS OWN ALBUM, Wayne's newest is kept afloat by beats that can range from the interesting to replay-worthy. Take "Knockout" for example. Wayne's verses are adequate at best, but that Blink-182-style guitar line and that scene-stealing turn from Nikki Minaj make for a song that's significantly better than decent.

So everything you've been told about The Rebirth is wrong. It's listenable, and, considering how much crappy press it's gotten since its release, it might just exceed your expectations. That said, The Rebirth isn't really worth your money. Buy "Knockout" and maybe "On Fire" and call it a day, because there are far too many times when The Rebirth lives up to its anti-hype, such as every ballad and whenever Lil' Wayne mixes his Auto-Tune with his distortion. "The Price is Wrong", in fact, could be the worst song of the year. It's all pretty much a misstep, but it won't disgust you quite as much as people would have you believe.

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Midlake - The Courage of Others: B+



"I will never have the courage of others," goes the chorus to the title track of Midlake's third album. So, yeah, don't expect the folk rock band to be painting on Five Hour Energy smiles any time soon. As disparaging as the themes of Midlake's newest can get, the album is impeccably produced. Melancholied harmonies soar and tepid fingers pluck while tempos slow to a crawl, and, if you immerse yourself enough, you can imagine yourself in feudal England, where I guess this would be the equivalent of grunge. Regardless, The Courage of Others is an acoustic album that is sound enough that, when the electric moments do come, you're pleasantly surprised as opposed to breathing a sigh of relief.

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