TRACK | The Paperhead – Africa Avenue

5/5 golden merles

The highly concentrated “Africa Avenue” from The Paperhead is a rich and lovingly detailed pop psych-folk tune. When this track comes up on the increasingly infinite mix cycle it is always welcome.

Each segment has a transition that is as thoughtfully crafted as the larger structures of the various verse/chorus/bridge. It has a manner of unfolding that is teeming with small flourishes of experimentation and acts as an excellent opener to the wider album set.

The primary mover of the thing is the forthright vocal performance, gilded in melted down gold records that had gone into disuse.

TRACK | The Numerators – Dead

5/5 golden merles

“Dead” is Psych-Surf circa 2013. With a loping start that builds into a veritable gallop, the essential elements of the genre are soon assembled into a, to mix the metaphors, well-earned avalanche. Why didn’t I just say stampede, hm? No.

A little hard to place in the homestead: maybe equal parts garage and bedroom. It features a bit of the grit and pulp of either.

Full of texture and heart in a way that resonates with my cultural conditioning, the track reverberates in the manner only matter can seem to muster. By which, to add to the confusion, I mean energy condensed to a relatively slow vibration. But, fortunately, its output is one within the audible range of our lowly species, the decline of which the song itself laments and celebrates in equal measure.

When it pours from the speakers there is a comforting nuance to the noise, the distinction a product of tens of thousands of hours you and I have spent consuming similar external stimuli. And within all that experience, narrowing and selecting, “Dead” is plotted within the very narrow percentage of what I arbitrarily consider to be Good. Credulously, gullibly, naïvely I take it to be an earnest testament. And if it isn’t, so what?

TRACK | Glittering Prizes – GP

5/5 golden merles

This Glittering Prizes blazing self-titled EP was created by Kevin Bell & Allie Torrance of Hamilton, Ontario. It reaches out to us from the good old days of two thousand and seventeen CE, an extremely negligible distinction along a geological timescale.

The EP is composed of a very fine set of highly undervalued, rampant lo-fi pop tunes.

My favorite track of the set is the opener “GP,” a sort of stereophonic blend of shimmering rhythm guitars, magnetic synths, and gently obscured vocalization.

The track is sacred, sharp and sinuous. You can purchase it here and somewhere in the region of 85% of that revenue will go to the artists. Or at the very least it will be sent to a PayPal address they may not have checked in awhile.

TRACK | Filthy Huns – Fake Ass Muthas

5/5 golden merles

In quick summation: From LA, released on the indomitable Not Not Fun, two albums removed from the common era.

“Fake Ass Muthas” is likely the first and last eight and a half minute track posted to this platform, so don’t get any ideas you epic/jam band freaks. But also take note, this is how you collapse time into a malleable unit.

Wonderous and empirically strange, the pacing and texture of this instance is something to hold up as an idol. Some kind of masterclass (…if that phrasing wasn’t recently besmirched by capital). But that isn’t without its risk. Just because it can be admired doesn’t mean it can be replicated or the right lessons learned or applied.

How does the orbit not collapse or dull around that digi drum over the prolonged runtime? How is anything ever in a stable state or find a form of homeostasis? It is an adaptive system which draws on ample resources and manages to remain inventive despite the glut.

The track always manages to tire of itself moments before the listener might and appropriately reinvent or contort the structure. One melody is relieved of duty and a well-textured instrument is replaced by a complimentary but stark alternate. Sounds simple. Isn’t.

TRACK | Celestial Shore – Now I Know

5/5 golden merles

“Now I Know,” though it comes down slightly on the side of content, has an elevated form and does great justice to both. It almost seems as though a song can have both things, style and substance. Judging by the great glut of output across and throughout civilizations, this is something often lost on most people, of which I am regrettably one.

I’m not sure a guitar’s tremolo has ever sounded better. The elaborated drums feel like a chaotic shadow realm behind the composed articulation on the surface, a disunity in the ranks that meet behind a common banner. At first I wanted them buried in the mix, clipped and curtailed. But on repeated listening it is a great strength and attribute. I’ve learned to stop worrying and love the thrum.

If some fool hadn’t written a paragraph about it, I don’t think you’d notice on an early pass the graceful/perpendicular/complimentary “I was in love with an idea” backing vocal layer buried at the 1:12 mark. Aside from an articulation onslaught, this is what I mean about the form rising to meet the moment. Get you a songwriter that can do both, lol. Memes aside, it is tremendously well made.

TRACK | Dirt Dress – Sonic Death

5/5 golden merles

Dirt Dress’ “Sonic Death” off 2009’s Perdido En La Suciedad Vol. 2 is a haircut you can set your watch to of a track. There’s not much gristle in it, just enough to aid the frying. I am a vegetarian who cuts his own hair and I don’t know what I’m talking about.

But I think this song will be appreciated by self-proclaimed fans of White Fence, The Velvet Underground (ever heard of ’em?), and Sunny and the Sunsets. Let it run into the excellent, subsequent closer “Sonic Boom” for further elucidation.

Now, while we’re on the topic of “Sonic Death,” I’d like to talk about the Bandcamp acquisition by Epic Games.

It is a dark day for the internet and the sharing of culture without compromised values.

What you are witnessing is not the burning of one central bridge, but hundreds of thousands of individual ones.

Bandcamp allowed cultural information to be uploaded for free and priced by the creator on the understanding that if it sold, profits would be shared. Meanwhile, every element of culture lurches dramatically in the opposite direction.

Bandcamp was decent, weird and malleable in an era of legalized graft. Not only that, it was profitable, sustainable and thriving. Now a white flag has been raised over the cultural stronghold for no apparent reason. Its existence was a living reproach to the scummy subscription-streaming models. It made them look cheap and trashy. And they are. But now there won’t be any alternative.

It’s safe to assume Bandcamp was bought to be killed; mutilated, squashed, and merged.

What you are witnessing is a centralized, trusted printing press burn which formerly operated without censorship or barriers to entry. It functioned properly, paid fairly, and allowed equal access for all. It has been wiped out of existence and in the aftermath the commentariat mutter, “Don’t worry, the monks will copy the manuscripts by hand.”

True, but light-years from ideal. This is its own kind of dark age. This inflicts possibly irreparable harm that will otherwise need to be undone by goodwill and striving over decades. It is a matter of scale and proximity. These are orders of magnitude different, from local on one hand to almost globally inclusive on the other.

Cool music will still be made. Small scenes will still rise and fall. But we might not know about them. They will be far more inaccessible to humans that don’t happen to accidentally reside directly next to them. Or, if otherwise made accessible, they’ll be humiliated by being presented alongside Geico ads and have their credibility instantly undermined at the outset.

Your relative tolerance for what is considered ‘cool’ will be altered. You and your children will take advertisements stapled to the temple of culture for granted and consider monied, powerful interests a necessary part of forging your identity, an ever-present aside that is enveloped into the whole.

It doesn’t need to be this way and you are poorer for this. We are all poorer for this having happened. Morally, spiritually, and, if you’re an artist, literally.

What you are witnessing is an ecosystem in collapse. Maybe you don’t use Bandcamp directly and consider it inconvenient, browser-centric or otherwise outmoded. That’s fine. But I guarantee that some of the artists whose labor you consume use it both for promotion and consumption. And now the chain of culture which ends up at your door has been even further compromised and polluted.

It is very difficult to imagine another mainstream platform arising that allows for that level of freedom and fairness; it already feels like a relic of a bygone era. It is hard to quantify and articulate the loss.

I know we’ll all still make and share music. I know losing a limb isn’t death. It is just quite sad knowing that more bad things will be taken for granted as the default or normal route in a culture that already suffers from so many terrible assumptions.

Another light and a hope of a more decent, collaborative and fair internet has been snuffed out. Hopefully there will be others with cunning, capable of engineering things, less corruptible, more faithful to their origins and mission, to replace it and offer some kind of future worth having.

I am thinking of Aaron Swartz tonight, about his brutal and senseless persecution at the hands of the Justice Department. He was mercilessly harassed and prosecuted for the great sin of sharing science that was overwhelmingly taxpayer funded but remains perversely hidden behind paywalls.

We shouldn’t have been reliant upon Bandcamp, a private albeit seemingly unambiguously good company. But we were. Any decent, moral civilization would immediately claim the board a right of basic communication, nationalize it as an archive of culture, keep intact its fair and transparent model of sustainable sharing. But we do not reside within a decent civilization.

These are not conversations that we as a society are prepared to engage in. That we had in the present era a functional model of a near idealized implementation, operative and realized, this is why the loss feels so significant to so many.

Let this be a reminder: Unionize, collectivize, co-opt while you still can. Take the unanticipated corruption out of the hands of a handful of individuals who will always, eventually die, sell-out or otherwise spoil a movement.

We can attempt to publicly shame Ethan Diamond and the team at Bandcamp. We can also thank them for holding out for as long as they could. They’ve clearly betrayed their users and disgraced themselves, but only after a genuinely good effort. They are subject to the same forces that besmirch all of our lives.

What you are watching is a gurning man sticking a knife through the throat of a unicorn and a crowd of broken, gig economy droids muttering, “Yes, it’s sad, but maybe the hide will make a lovely coat for one lucky boy.”

I am so fucking tired of being asked to celebrate defeats.

TRACK | Point No Point – Are you OK?

5/5 golden merles

In these dark times, alongside the great mass of voices demanding to be heard, pleading, there can sometime be a week or more in which I don’t hear anything I like. In these times I think maybe I should back away for a bit, that I’m not in an ideal mental space for processing new material. And that maybe I wouldn’t even know anything good if I heard it.

Then, sometimes, with great reassurance, comes, guided and meditative, a calm voice of distinction and craft. Point No Point’s “Are you OK?” is a tuning fork clanged against the side of the universe, spirited and uncommonly well calibrated.

It is that which is becoming, tangential and tactile, built before your very ears. It contains all the joys and horrors of being known. A tame trajectory, familiar, left unimpeded, that nevertheless hits the intended target. It sounds like the end while discussing the new beginning, which are coincidentally, mercifully, the same thing.

If there’s any future worth having our degraded/spoiled era will be bound up and bundled with the dark ages. But maybe some documents like this will make it out and convey we had a bit of sense and the capacity to craft things of value.

TRACK | thanks for coming – a character you can relate to

5/5 golden merles

Making music allows for a dialogue with culture instead of simply being dictated to. I think that Rachel/thanks for coming is maybe working within some form of this intention. They create adroitly constructed narratives with cunning delineations. They seem to relish the precision of fully conveying a convincing lowdown.

That’s not nothin.

They can make you out to be some kind of evil / They will convince you when they show you your own demons

There’s a fundamentally gripping and illuminating character to these expressions. It is material full of musing and philosophical brooding which provide an imaginative advising on the more or less ineffable. It’s a highly recommended catalog if you like lo-fi pop music with a narrator’s palatial scope, inventive phrasing, and a lack of patronizing oversimplification.

TRACK | Happy Jawbone Family Band – fireflies make out of dust (take one)

5/5 golden merles

Sister project to Csehak’s The Lentils, Happy Jawbone Family Band is somehow differentiated, possibly meaningfully, possibly arbitrarily. There are some things man was not meant to know.

What is known is that it is good. What I like about this song is that it is immense, worrisomely so, and floating, but may have also been recorded anywhere that is partially submerged underwater.

It has various properties of shock and shiver in the guitar tones bounding off the snare. The dual vocals overlay and waver, and make a serrated cut for ease of accessing the heart of the track. That all comes together in a great and wondrous haze of waxy and metallic tones. Bigger than it has any right to be.

TRACK | moodlighting – Ahead of myself

5/5 golden merles

There is room on this ledger for indie-pop and twee-type rock, particularly when it’s this well arranged and strikes such a balance of buoyancy and dread.

It is difficult to form this combination of melody and malaise, at least so far as I’ve seen in my searching. And the group seems uniquely thoughtful in a timely way that updates the genre into the demonstrably forsaken but sometimes pretty pleasant common era.

Lyrically the track is uncertain yet defiant (come change my mind for me), eager within the context of melancholy, and creates a lovely space in which to brood.

For fans possibly of the Pants Yell!’s instrumentation variety and storytelling, a Pastels gleaming murmur, and in the vocal range and register of Broadway Hush/Page France, if these are things you’re eager to explore the neighborhoods of.