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How does a Seattle boy deal with a deliberating dose of depression and then some newfound creative sparks in Los Angeles? (J./Joshua) Tillman {formerly of the Fleet Foxes} shows a gripping, glistening way how on his debut as Father John Misty, Fear Fun. It involves a lot of reading Beats and bards and bohemian travel writers; writing reams of visions and observations and humiliating admissions; listening to a whole lot of great albums from the later Vietnam era created by PTSD-shaken troubadours; perfervidly working on demos with producer/singwriter comrade Jonathan Wilson, and bringing on board Phil Ek to help mix it. Also: treehouse living with spiders, Canadian Shamans who share a little too much intoxicant, Adderall and weed otherwise, a lot of funerals, fumbling drinks, and novels needing to be written as one lives life like a "You take your chances here, pal" roller coaster.
It's tempting to hang it all on the inspiration of Laurel Canyon, the scene where Wolf Kings of the Hills wither in manses face down in champagne-drenched mink. Tillman ended up there, and it has not only resurrected the creativity of a drummer-loner in a highly successful but probably very hard-to-be-heard-in band, but also given the world a full-length that will make many best-ofs this year (just wait and watch). Besides that, for those who find other bands under the CSNY-dew sparkling umbrella gimmicky and merely lovely at best, Tillman's truly glorious vocals, completely unpredictable lyrics, and joyfully creative multi-layered music is probably going to convert many on the sidelines of this genre.
Latest comment by: Imaginary Amie: "J broke down and bought this on vinyl last night, so we can join the adoring masses. :) (It's good! I like it.)"
Latest comment by: Darren Sayn Rainbow: "these moments are becoming fewer on the recent records. ?? have you heard Deer caught in the Headlights ? ... or better still; witness Mr D L Gedge playing it LIVE ?? !! .... ' Meet Cute ' is brilliant and End Credits is already in my top 5 TWP songs of ...
djblesOne and Emecks are part of Seattle's LOVE FAMILY, internationally known shrewd vocalists and dancers and crowd-picadors who blend bubblegum skank pop, VICE Don'ts, Grand Royal Magazine B-boy spreads, jokes about serial killers set in noir satires, love for KEXP nerd punk girls in knee high boots, corndogs with firecrackers in the middle and deep-fried in nerve-stoking thick crystal weed-rap.
With deep-swizzled DJ (and fellow Mash Hall brother) El Mizell, their full length Don't Talk to the Cops! non-viral debut album Let's Quit sounds at times like a really messed up Rolling Stones jam from 1975 ("Murder Burger"), its DNA mutated with the Flying Lizards and Pussy Galore, bles sputtering like an Irish American Pogue raised on Too Short and the Beach Boys. These aren't frat kids with a clothing line, these are trailer park jesters who just robbed the pharmacy and are living like Seattle Scarfaces.
Spoek Mathambo's Father Creeper may be the sleeper of the year. It is disguised as world stew glitch brew, but its album cover somehow perfectly captures both the sturdiness and destruction: A glistening facade of a corporate building reflecting a fire and sinister Nomadic tribe leaving an accident or attack. In the face of the future, the mystery of the past destroys.
South African rapper-singer-gizmo grifter Mathambo has been criticized for relentlessness and lyrical jackassery in his mix of rock, hip-hop, and all those things rock and hip-hop fans can't easily identify. Sure, there's crunk bass and Krautrock squiggles surrounding lyrically rude and mocking low life rebellion ("We Can Work"), which actually reminds me quite a bit of a Black Rock version of best aspects of the first Shabazz Palaces EP (the self-titled one, not Of Light). It's all about shirking work and digging whatever cake is called down in SA.
This album, Perfume Genius's second, sounds like a still-moment widescreen car-crash at first -- a horrifying accident beautifully caught by gleaming, descending keys and soft male siren voice. "AWOL Marine" is Mike Hadreas at his most ethereal, the art of ghosting other lost souls musicalized. Put Your Back N 2 It then smokes out that slive of a song, and another reed-thin fragment flickers by: "Normal Song," with more lyrics about nursing the chronic, swooning over the sick, but this time, for the first time for PG, it's gently croaked over twangy acoustic guitar.
The third, "No Tear," is when Antony of Antony & The Johnstons comes in for a bit of a duet, in which the suffering abides by grace. And then Mike's own voice sounds even more like Art Garfunkel's -- which presents a problem. The rest of the album is inarguably gorgeous, full of resignation yet pulling out of black despair. But there's no tough Paul Simon stoicism, embrace of worldly anxiety to rise above.
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