Sexual Harassment - "If I Gave You A Party". Antique, ridiculous, tongue-and-cheek eighties electro: a squelching synth and the giddy interruption of a jet engine. My favourite bit is the high-pitched flutey synth introduced a minute and a half in. It's carefree and dumb, like a deer on amphetamines, but it frolics gayly as Sexual Harassment's house party gets underway, as they invite, seduce, nudge, dance, booze.
Rachel's - "Last Things Last". The only really great thing on 2003's Rachel's release, Systems/Layers, and, ironically, the track that diverges most from Rachel's house style. Gone is the indie classical composition, replaced with a fairly conventional, sad piano-bass-voice ballad. That it's conventional doesn't mean that it's anything less that wonderful, however - there's something really magical in the way that the regretful piano chords leap into whitebright hope, the way that Shannon Wright's bluesy alto leaves all this room for joy. Whenever I'm listening carefully, I get goosebumps at 1:40 - just as the tambourine stutters to life.
oh, and yes, it is very difficult to represent the complexity of intelligent political discourse in song. but that it's difficult doesn't mean that we should accept the alternative (ie, simplistic, idiotic political discourse).
I'm not at home, so some mp3s will be posted later tonight.
On Sunday, I went to see A Silver Mt. Zion at La Salla Rosa, for one of their two Montreal dates. I like seeing bands like ASMZ and Godspeed! here; it feels like I'm hearing them perform in their preferred environments, in the proper context. The room was filled with enthusiastic and approving spectators, with nary a wisp of cynicism to be felt. Even the openers - De La Caucase - who were abrasive and droning, with shouted eastern european vocals on top, were v. well received.
I say "no cynicism," but really there was some skepticism in the crowd - that is, from me. I enjoy ASMZ's music very much - I like the way that their orchestral rock is thoughtful, varied, profound. Much deeper than the shallow peaks and valleys of GY!BE. I like the way they'll move from flickers of mandolin and guitar through to terrifying cello/bass/violin strokes, and then up into the smash of drums and the squall of an electric guitar. Or not. I like the way they've started to explore appalachian choral techniques - medleys and rounds that weave in and out of the staccato strings or the organ pulse. And yet, as anyone will know who has read my review of the last Mt. Zion record, the band is suffering from one particularly woeful flaw. Efrim's vocals, once nearly irrelevant, are central to the bulk of the band's new material. And his vocals suck. He whines, he huffs, he whimpers like a witch whose larynx has withered. He's only very rarely on key, but more importantly, his voice sounds ugly, immature, cloying. Atop this beautiful and horrifying music, he'll whinge away, his whimpers repeated over and over, the skeleton of the song, and sometimes I can hardly stand it. Live, it was even worse: with his vocals in the fore, the inanity of his politics were foregrounded for me. He conjures some great images, yes, but Efrim's priority seems to be to erect a political dichotomy of the simplest, most naive kind. He sings constantly of revolution - a revolution of what is wholly and totally GOOD ("us," "earth," "human souls,") and what is wholly and totally BAD (cops ["pigs"], cities, machines, enterprise). Even as a leftist, this simple binary infuriates me - the problems of the world exist because we tend to represent our conflicts with such naive and ignorant oppositions. Police officers are not evil. Shop-owners (heck, corporations) are not evil. There's some evil behaviour, sure, but ditto among the paladins of social justice. Not only does Efrim's singing ruin whole songs, the message he transmits does more harm than good, applauding radical reductionism over compassion and responsible thought.
Sorry: I got carried away.
ASMZ's music is fine, the concert was even good, but the feelings/imaginings that the strange, dark music was evoking - the messianic push, idealism, self-determination, life, nature, hope - kept being undermined by the conceit of Efrim's vocal priority, the foolishness and immaturity of the political position that the band was privileging.
Friday -- The Arcade Fire w. The Wrens.