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  • #28 album of 2012 – Feast of Hammers by Birdeatsbaby

    Artist: Birdeatsbaby

    Album: Feast of Hammers

    Birdeatsbaby play outgoing piano-rock with cabaret aspects. With Amanda Palmer now a solo act, Birdeatsbaby (led by singer/pianist Mishkin Fitzgerald) are the obvious nearest successors to the Dresden Dolls for me; they also suggest Stephanie Rearick with a full band and a birdeatsbaby_feastconfident strut. Feast of Hammers has several impressive singles, smart and catchy. Love Will Bring You Nothing and Anchor have nimble tempo-shifts; elegant violin; long looping melodies; dramatic choruses; and piano playing that veers from the ambitiously melodic to the demonstrated power of a single note repeated at just the right level of firmness. Incitatus is savage, rising from sinister whisper, to domineering chorus and urgent group shouts, retreating into lulling “ooh”s only to roar back into force; the fiercest of tribal beats, the most powerful of that world-colonizing 19th-century technology the piano, the most de-inhibited of oom-pah beats, and just enough of the trickiness of progressive rock.

    The closest thing to a negative I can say about Feast of Hammers — and we’ve reached the point in the countdown where I want to rank everything in the top 10, and am mad that mathematics won’t let me — is that while all the other songs are good, they show you the same tricks the singles do. Well, the Sailor’s Wife does sound like a dinner-party ballad from early last century, playing through an old Victrola. Through Ten Walls and Victoria start out prettier than the singles, the former almost classical, the latter nearly pop-jazz — but they give into temptation, and surge into heavy drums and pounding piano and gracefully keening violin solo, and eventually Fitzgerald’s singing takes on its shouter aspects. (Her singing voice is classy, expressive, and theatrical, and I like it, but it’s thin and quavery at her quietist, and it slips off-key at her loudest).

    The lyrics could distinguish the songs, and if you’re really into goth-y (or Nick Cave-y) tales of relationship derangement, they will. To me, there’s a tendency for the adultery, despair, and arson of Love Will Bring You Nothing to blend in with the murderer’s declaration of love on Victoria and the admission of betrayal and “a price upon my head” in Tastes Like Sympathy, but they’re well done. Incitatus  is a standout here as well, ruthless advice inspired by the viciousness it would claim to save you from: “Swim, little fish, get away from the lobsters/ Quick, here they come, they’re relentless mobsters/ Drown, if you have to, don’t share the secret … Rich men walk through the eye of a needle/ poor men limp on a dog that is feeble/ I know a path that is quick and evil”. Anchor too: “Come home to me. I won’t be grateful but I will not leave your side… So now you’ve won, let the water fill your lungs. I’ll watch and pray, cuz I know that everybody has to die someday”.

    The worst thing I can say about Feast of Hammers, really, is that I’m still fond of my wife and my former girlfriends. How is that Birdeatsbaby‘s fault? Clearly, it isn’t, and they’ve made a heckuvan album.

    – Brian Block

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

     

  • 2013 Grammy Awards Fun, Not Memorable

    Watch the 2013 Grammy Awards with Pop Rock Nation

    Nothing has happened at the 2013 Grammy Awards yet, but I know that I never want one of my younger relatives dating Taylor Swift.

    I just learned Kat Dennings. a pretty actress on a bad sitcom, is presenting. I approve.

    Taylor enjoying the Alice in Wonderland dominatrix scene. She is now not allowed to date older or younger relatives. Somewhere Nicki Minaj thinks things are tame. Taylor writes a pop hook as well as anyone, but Katy Perry wants the schtick back. As I type that, the camera flashes to Katy wearing a halter thingy so she technically breaks the “no boobs, buttocks or genitals rule” CBS wanted tonight.  Those sure looked like boobs.

    Tswizzle?  Because Taylor Swift is, nah, never mind.

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  • First song I ever heard in my Toyota RAV 4…

    I hope readers will indulge me today, because I’m very excited about something. In March 2006, my husband and I were living in northern Virginia. We were BROKE, mainly because I was jobless and he was both paying a lot of child support and recovering from some financial disasters that occurred during his first marriage. Nevertheless, in the three years and four months we had been married, we were making steady progress toward a better financial situation. On a crisp morning in March 2006, we were in the market for a new car.

    That Saturday morning, off we went to Koons Toyota, where we had made an appointment with an oily salesman who had advised us to set aside several hours and eat a good breakfast before showing up. I remember that appointment being very hectic and obnoxious. The salesman was good at his job and ended up talking us into a car that was nicer than what we had planned to buy. He did not, however, talk us into buying a pricey extended warranty. When he pitched it to us, I told him that he’d been harping on how reliable Toyotas are for the previous four hours and I was going to take him at his word. I remember my husband had purposely left his checkbook at home so he wouldn’t be pressured into buying before he was ready. In the end, they let us trade in my 1997 Toyota Corolla and agree to bring them a check within a week.

    Anyway, though I was sad to say goodbye to my dark blue Corolla, which had served me so well for eight years and was a relic from my days as a single woman, I was excited about our brand new car. And I remember getting into that virginal Toyota and turning on the radio, which happened to be tuned to a Washington, DC area blues station. They were playing a song by Baltimore area bluesman, Charles “Big Daddy” Stallings…

    4×4 Woman

     

    I remember looking at my husband and grinning from ear to ear as we listened to this hilarious, appreciative song about a man who loves his “4×4 Woman”, a sweet woman who’s heavy, wears glasses, and keeps his refrigerator stocked with good food… Being a bit on the zaftig side myself (although my dimensions aren’t 4×4… yet), I could relate to it. And my husband, who loves my cooking, could too.

    That brand new Toyota RAV4 cost roughly $28,000. We financed most of it and because my husband’s credit was at that time still pretty crummy, we borrowed the money from Toyota Motor Corporation, which was charging 8.5 percent interest. That was almost seven years ago and we’ve come a long way, especially financially, since March 2006. A couple of years after we bought the car, I convinced my husband to let me try to refinance the loan with my credit union. We managed to snag a 2.9 percent interest rate which, though it extended the life of the loan, cut our payments significantly, freeing up more cash for other things. It also saved us some cash, which we’ve been able to use for fun things like foreign travel and my Mini Cooper convertible.

    This morning, our most recent car payments went through, bringing our debt for the RAV 4 down to $657. I threw another $125 at it, bringing us down to $532. Before February is finished, that loan will be history– two months ahead of time, I might add! It’s very exciting to go from owing $28,000 to owing $532, even though it took years to get there. Better yet, the Toyota has less than 100,000 miles on it and still looks and runs great.

    As for “4×4 Woman”, I liked the song so much that I started trying to find the CD it came from. I didn’t remember who sang the song, so I did what I always do when I get a song in my head that won’t go away. I started searching the Internet, using the few lyrics I remembered from the song. After some time using that method, I finally found the CD for sale at CDBaby.com. At the time, it was the only place selling Charles “Big Daddy” Stallings’ CD, One Night Lover. I bought the CD while my husband was deployed to Iraq and made him a mix CD with our “Toyota song” on it. I sent him music and Peets coffee all the time, in an attempt to boost his morale in the desert.

    Being almost done with a big car loan is very exciting. Being able to relate that excitement to a hilarious blues song is practically priceless!