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  • #40 album of 2012 – MTMTMK by the Very Best

    Artist: the Very Best

    Album: MTMTMK

    As should be obvious from the plaintive opening blasts of fog-horn, the Very Best are a dance band, and MTMTMK is a bright, shiny, transnational, transcultural electro-pop dance record … Well, fine, but it *becomes* obvious once the fog-horn has been made to hold down the very_best_mtmtmkultra-low bass end. Meanwhile, groaning synthesizer has been drafted to hold down the almost-as-low bass; ultra-trebly synthesizer whistles and bleats have started playing the high end; oscillating disco synths have begun to hold down the middle; African drums and Phil Collins-y drum machines have pushed things along; and the song’s vocals have been processed, chopped, and strewn rhythmically, techno-style, over the top. Then there’s Jamaican-style rapping/toasting, some uplifting group/choral backup singing, and a stirring keyboard melody. That’s just the first song.

    Over the course of MTMTMK, we hear lots of African-style call-and-response singing — some of it melodically quite nimble — and rapping both playful and gritty, as well as modern pitch-corrected pop mantras, knob-twisted sudden rises and falls in vocal notes, and more disconnected vocal samples. Sometimes the synthesizers remind me of the Pet Shop Boys, sometimes of Erasure, sometimes of Dr. Dre, sometimes of ecstatic Japanese pop hits, sometimes of me and the kids futzing around with minor keys and Casio presets at the store, sometimes even of an imaginary happy Trent Reznor. African percussion plays, or sometimes it’s reggae, while dozens of cell phones clap their hands and snap their fingers. Mghetto, the record’s one serious/ somewhat-dark feeling track (and one of its best), may even feature flute and brass, although they could obviously be synthetic.

    MTMTMK is, for me, an album that loses momentum in the second half; an album where most of the songs are longer than strictly needed. And while I think it rallies to end with its absolute highlight — transitioning from chorus-worthy verses to chorus-worthy choruses to a chorus-worthy bridge in the celebratory We OK — I’m also aware that this highlight was written for the Very Best by Bruno Mars, and that I as a reviewer should find this damning. Whatever; I don’t listen to obscure music for the sake of credibility. I listen to find good music. Which sometimes is made by scouring the world’s pop charts for the many ways to make people smile.

    – Brian Block

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  • #41 album of 2012 – Wing Beat Fantastic by Mike Keneally (with Andy Partridge)

    #41 album of 2012 – Wing Beat Fantastic by Mike Keneally (with Andy Partridge)

    Artist: Mike Keneally (with Andy Partridge)

    Album: Wing Beat Fantastic

    First, I got two careers to quickly summarize here. Mike Keneally — former “stunt guitarist” for Frank Zappa’s touring band — comes across as a friendly, goofy man who simply happens, by dint of hours a day of practice, to be a jaw-droppingly brilliant guitarist. His playing has gotten keneally_wing_beatmore understated and subtle over his solo career. This matches the trend in his songwriting, which has developed steadily more pop/jazz sophistication (which to some extent is a shame; his Potato and Live in Japan, from 1998 and 2000 when his albums were by “Mike Keneally and Beer for Dolphins“, are two of the most gloriously catchy hair-metal songs I’ve ever heard).

    Andy Partridge was the primary singer, songwriter, and arranger for XTC, a band I sometimes think of as what the Beatles would have become if they’d started out in 1978, forced to react — not only to punk and New Wave and Peter Gabriel’s musicology tours — but to the awesome challenge of being a pop band trying to out-innovate the Beatles. Partridge has claimed, plausibly (judging by their first couple of albums), that the origin of XTC’s distinct melodic style was an accident: that he and Colin Moulding simply learned the “wrong” set of three basic chords. Be this as it may, they developed this non-standard base into increasingly lavish tunes that, however unorthodox, nonetheless inspired genuine hit songs: Senses Working Overtime, Dead God, Mayor of Simpleton, the Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead. Then they vanished in 1993, on strike against their label; returned with two indie albums in 1999/2000; and vanished again.

    Until now, with Mike Keneally’s Wing Beat Fantastic, where the cover and Amazon listing both announce “Songs written by Mike Keneally & Andy Partridge”. I hadn’t noticed that Keneally’s and Partridge’s melodic styles were converging, but the resulting album feels natural for both of them, part Keneally’s acoustic Wooden Smoke (with its emphasis on elaborate vocal arrangements and headphone-listening sonic detail), part XTC’s fussily orchestrated Nonsuch. Or to bring in outside comparisons: I’m Raining Here, Inside is a fluid single fusing Billy Joel’s rock strut with the lovely elusiveness of Radiohead’s In Rainbows. Wing Beat Fantastic is like half-a-dozen late-Beatles stripped-down ballads transposed and stitched together into one complex creation. You Kill Me blends several styles of guitar-driven classic rock — some Thin Lizzy, some Who, some Yes, some Dire Straits, some Sesame Street — not all in 4/4 time.

    The guitar — except on You Kill Me — is de-emphasized. The quiet That’s Why I Have No Name is build on ghostly voices, low rumbling piano, and oscillating synthesizer. Your House is mostly a piano ballad, qualified to be covered by lounge singers for the next century. Miracle Woman and Man has one strikingly agile and expressive acoustic guitar solo at the end, but otherwise its forceful strums are notable mainly for the unusual chord progressions and halting-then-fluid-then-halting rhythms, and there’s a Chick Corea-like jazz fusion keyboard solo. Bobeau‘s really acrobatic feature is Keneally’s singing.

    The lyrics are very good, and while I make no attributions — Keneally’s a very good lyricist — the co-written words feel more Andy Partridge to me.

    * Some are happily romantic: “Wing beat fantastic: I want you in my backyard, tucking twigs and twine. Rising here and diving there, we’ll vanish, make ’em wonder where. Both evading cast and snare, we’ll emigrate to regions rare”.

    * Some are self-conscious: “What if you should see me here? I’d whirl blue and disappear”.

    * Some are lonely, emotions protected only by the search for the perfect metaphor: “My blue umbrella is no use: I’m raining here inside. Salt water flowing endlessly, just adding to the tide. Since you’ve gone, no light has shone; I’m drowning in my pride”.

    * Some are socially aware and indignant: “You kill me, with your cheap AK and your ‘Let us spray’. You kill me, with your oily games and your gift of flames. You kill me, with your ‘Praise the Lord!’ and your waterboard… I don’t mean to vote for you, but your machine will fix it so I do”.

    It adds up to a writing style I’ve recognized and largely admired for half my life. In whatever format, and with whatever help, I’m happy to have it back.

    – Brian Block

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  • #42 album of 2012 – Beyul by Yakuza

    #42 album of 2012 – Beyul by Yakuza

    Artist: Yakuza

    Album: Beyul

    Yakuza, from Chicago, are a heavy metal band, and Beyul is a heavy metal album. Encyclopedia Metallum, normally a definitive web source, disagrees, which I’m told was an active, debated decision. I’m not quite sure what *else* they make, then, of Oil and Water, which barrels along yakuza_beyulat a quadruple-speed attack of distorted bass, drums, and squalling clarinet, before a commanding Rob Halford (Judas Priest)-like singer (= tuneful wailer) enters. The fierce trebly guitar solo is metal; the frantic background vocal screeches are metal. The Last Day is part tempo-shifting speed-metal, part more like Metallica’s dark atmospheric trudges, with reflective lead guitar and near-crooning and smooth-jazz sax over the bass that ominously tolls (for whom?). Man is Machine sets off Iron Maiden riffing — and later a more assertive Rage Against the Machine-ish barking rhythm — with long, loud reverberating chords and (tuned) howls and big echoing drums, plus the usual anti-humanity pro-apocalypse lyrics.

    And free-jazz sax.  Bruce Lamont, when not being a classic heavy metal singer, plays saxophone and clarinet, and as far as I can tell this makes Yakuza’s Beyul“avant-garde”. Which I gather is metalhead for “These guys are too interesting WAAH”.

    Someone is wrong on the Internet. Yakuza deliver much of what I want from heavy metal: the heaviness and power (duh). The bursts of insane energy. The mysterious pleasure of partly detuned bass chords (Korn’s grand innovation), or occasional Middle Eastern tunings. The grandeur. The stumbling into elementally right-on melodies, played several times rapidly with force and then abandoned. The atmosphere: aside from Oil and Water and the 1:26 grindcore-for-fun outburst Species, most of this album rings out with plenty of long-held notes and chords, even when there’s furious drum rolls. Beyul is an album to which I can lie down, put my headphones on, and let the music pummel me as my mind drifts.

    Saxophone and clarinet? They fill the same frequency range as the human voice. They’re also a break from literal communication, instead sliding over the notes faster, more smoothly, and perhaps more intuitively than we can sing. Metal fans aren’t always into notes; perhaps that’s the objection. I overrule.

    – Brian Block

    To see the rest of our favorites, visit our Favorite Albums of 2012 page!