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  • Who’s Gonna Take The Weight? Looking For a 21st Century Musical Icon

    Every generation has a musical icon, usually several. Someone who acts as a paradigm shifter, changing the game for all that come after. In the Fifties, it was Elvis. The Beatles and The Stones took the Sixties. Stevie Wonder, Marvin Gaye, The Sex Pistols and a host of artists turned the tide in the Seventies. Michael, Prince and Madonna ruled the early Eighties, and R.E.M. and U2 ended the decade. Then there was Hurricane Cobain, Biggie and ‘Pac.

    However, this decade has yet to produce that paradigm shifter, someone to change the face of music. There hasn’t been one big musical revolution at all in the 21st century. Perhaps that’s due to the fact that music seems to be so segregated these days. Young people these days seem to lock themselves into a niche and not really listen to anything outside of it-and I realize I totally sound like an old coot when I say this.

    So, who is going to take the baton and become the pre-eminent musical icon of the decade? Well, first you have to ask what it takes to become an icon? You’ve got to be forward-thinking and artistic-so critical cred is a must. You’ve got to have charisma and an image that resonates with the public. You’ve also-for better or for worse-got to sell records. All of the artists I mentioned earlier were megastars. So, while moving units isn’t the most important thing, it certainly counts.

    Now who fits the bill? Well, think of the artists who have managed to maintain critical and commercial success. Radiohead immediately comes to mind, but they’d reached iconic status before the decade even started. Actually, a ton of this decade’s most consistent artists were active through most of the Nineties: Beck, The Roots, Jay-Z, OutKast. I’d even throw Dave Matthews Band in there if critics were a little kinder to them. Aside from maybe The Roots (who really should get some kind of award for most consistent rap group in history, or should at least share it with De La Soul), all of these artists were already icons, at least within their respective genres. There are also a couple of acts-like John Mayer and Alicia Keys, who fall just short of consideration. Here are the artists I think should be mentioned as icons of the current generation.

    Eminem-It’s arguable that Eminem was the last major icon that popular music has produced. As the most successful white rapper in history, he opened up millions of ears to hip-hop culture (and by extension, a segment of black culture), all while producing three consecutive albums that are considered either classics or near-classics. He fired up women’s groups, gay groups and everyone from Christina Aguilera to Michael Jackson with his lyrics, and also had that James Dean “I-don’t-give-a-fuck” rebel thing going on.

    However, Eminem’s been traveling down the long slippery slope of suck for about half a decade now. He’s turned from a witty social commentor into your garden-variety gangsta rapper, with nothing to rhyme about except guns and clubs. Too much hanging out with 50 Cent, I guess. Em’s upcoming album, Relapse, will be the record that seals his legacy for him. Judging from the tastes we’ve heard of it so far, I think it might be curtains for Eminem as a cultural and musical icon. Sorry, Marshall. It’s been fun.

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    The White Stripes. Photo by imnotgarycoleman.


    The White Stripes
    – Detroit in the house, I guess. Jack White’s been the rocker du jour since breaking through with Fell in Love with a Girl back when all the “The” bands were in vogue. He and Meg have outlasted every single one of them. Rock bands these days seem to come and go with alarming frequency, but it’s safe to say that The Stripes are this decade’s breakout American band. There’s also Jack’s side project, The Raconteurs, who have released two solidly successful albums, and his guest shots producing everyone from Loretta Lynn to Beck. All that said, I don’t know if the White Stripes have reached a large enough audience to qualify. Their albums sell well, but not fantastically, and unlike the other artists mentioned here, they don’t have that wide-ranging cultural reach.

    Beyonce-This generation’s Diana Ross, Beyonce’s a successful singer, a successful actress, and a successful fashion designer. It seems that she wins no matter what she puts her hands on. Songs like Independent Women and Single Ladies (Put a Ring on it) have definitely endeared her to this generation of strong women, and she has an uncanny knack for the earworm, with inescapable singles like Irreplaceable and Crazy in Love. However, there’s something about Beyonce that just doesn’t catch. There’s no edge to her personality. Also, she can write hooks, but can she really write songs? Keep in mind that Irreplaceable was written by Ne-Yo, who’s a hit album or two from appearing on this list himself.

    joe-shlabotnikJustin Timberlake-When Usher’s Here I Stand didn’t set charts on fire this year, Justin Timberlake officially took over as the new millennium Michael Jackson. He’s successfully made the jump from the member of a critically maligned boy band to a critically adored solo artist. He’s certainly ubiquitous-appearing in Gnarls Barkley videos, doing records with everyone from T-Pain to Chris Cornell, hosting some of the most memorable Saturday Night Live episodes in recent memory. You’ve gotta wonder, though. How much of Justin’s success is due to Justin and how much of it is due to Timbaland. Tim’s presence on both the FutureSex/LoveSounds album and its’ videos was so dominant you could practically call them a duo. JT hasn’t really established his own sound yet, and although I think he’s very close to attaining cultural icon status, he just ain’t there yet.

    Coldplay-The new millennium’s first and only stadium band, Coldplay has scored four successful smash albums. Once the other guy (U2) blinks, Coldplay can stake their claim as the biggest rock band in the world. Pretty heady stats, eh? A couple things separate Coldplay from who I feel is their biggest competitor in the 21st century musical icon sweepstakes. One, Chris Martin doesn’t necessarily have name value yet, and unless you’re a hardcore fan, I bet you can’t name more than one other member of the band. Two, critical opinion of the band is split, to say the least. Three, the band is still stuck with the tag of being derivative-a watered down mixture of U2 and Radiohead. Granted, you could pick a lot worse acts to steal your schtick from, and Viva La Vida has quieted some of that talk down, but Coldplay will have to settle for runner up status this time around.

    So, who’s the closest thing we have to a musical icon in this century?

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    Kanye West. Photo by s-affandi

    Kanye West -Nearly 10 million records sold over the course of four albums. 9 Grammy Awards. Three critically acclaimed albums and one album so far off the beaten path no one knows what to do with it. Outspoken to a fault. Obnoxious. Arrogant. Savvy. Although he sometimes comes off as a rapping, producing George Jefferson, there’s no denying that Kanye’s music is almost as good as he says it is. There’s the fact that his audience is all over the place-from grandmothers who dug Gold Digger to the college kids picking apart 808s & Heartbreak, to the thugs blasting his productions for artists like Lil’ Wayne and Young Jeezy. Think about it-an album like 808s would be a certified career-killer if recorded by just about any other artist. Kanye’s sold a million copies of it in six weeks. He and Jay-Z are the only rappers capable of selling out stadiums, and it’s not hard to imagine Kanye and his mouth pulling off a sitcom, a variety show or a guest-hosting gig on a show like SNL. Add all of that together, and you’ve gotta admit that even if we don’t have an official voice of this generation yet, Kanye’s the closest one.

    Do you think I’m loony? Who did I leave off? Has my Kanye-love gone too far? Leave a comment.

    special thanks to Kim Rullo, for posing the question that led to the creation of this essay. Click that link and check out some of her work.

  • We Haven’t Stopped the Best-ofs Yet!: Drew’s Top Singles of ’08, Vol. 1

    Damn you, “Hey Ya!”.

    I’ve been perusing lists much like the one i’m about to write, partially to give me ideas (such lists have a handy way of reminding you of early-year stuff you forgot about), partially to see if i could jack someone’s philosophical musings on whatever explosive mega-single has managed to capture the hearts of the critical and the commercial masses alike—see, there’s always one, and has been since “Hey Ya!”. In chronological order, the most prolific ones are: “Since U Been Gone”, “Crazy”, and, yeah, “Umbrella”. And most lists seem to be bemoaning the dearth of such a single this year—unfortunate, since i’d consider a year in which most of the contenders can actually stand up next to each other a check mark firmly in the win column.

    So as the critical community at large grasps at straws to crown this year’s “Hey Ya” (spoiler alert: they’ll come up empty), i struggle to find merit in some of pop music’s more ubiquitous hits. Unfortunately, i find myself disappointed: 2008 was the year Beyonce became insufferable (really, B, from “Deja Vu” and “Irreplaceable” to “If I Were a Boy” and “Single Ladies”? you just used to be SO reliable), the year AutoTune officially wore out its welcome, the year Katy Perry kissed a girl (and, for some unspeakable reason, someone gave a sh*t), and the year the best singles truly came out of leftfield.

    So come, dear reader, and let’s revisit the best jams (should i have spelt that with a ‘z’?) of 2008.

    honorable mentions:
    “I Will Possess Your Heart,” Death Cab For Cutie”—likeable emo-poppers follow-up their 2005 breakthrough, Plans, with a similarly agreeable album of singles; with “Possess”, lead cabber Ben Gibbard finally challenges Sting in the too-infrequently-contested subcategory Most Romantic-Sounding Pop Stalker Anthem, and wins.
    “GfC,” Albert Hammond, Jr.—these days, Albert officially sounds cooler than his parent band, out-Stroking the Strokes with another album of amicable power-pop.
    “Murder in the City,” the Avett Brothers—the Avetts are probably at their best when making raucous punk-laced Americana, but they clean up well, too; “Murder”, despite the scary-sounding title, is one of the most fragile songs of the year, a beautiful wish before dying, a wistful rumination on legacy.
    “Beat It,” Fall Out Boy feat. John Mayer—interesting that FOB sound their grittiest covering Jacko, huh? No matter: this superb cover remains faithful while kicking up the distortion a little bit. John Mayer filling the Eddie Van Halen role was a stroke of genius.
    “I’m Amazed,” My Morning Jacket—a southern-rock monolith. Seriously, did this thing totally Marty Mcfly its way here from an Allman Brothers record?
    “You Can’t Count on Me,” Counting Crows—another slab of jangly misery, squarely in the “Rain King” mold, proves that the Crows still have it.
    “Hiroshima (B-B-Benny Hit His Head),” Ben Folds—an infectious Elton John homage about tumbling off the stage? Ben Folds must be back.

    And now, the list.

    30. “Dream On (feat. Robyn and Ola Salo),” Christian Falk. Robyn’s great stateside reappearance may be ineligible for this list—her new self-titled album is fantastic, but it’s not really *new*, and I can’t in good conscience pay it lip service that I’ve already waxed about at length years prior—but this fantastic duet programmed by electronica artist Christian Falk should sate all. The production is slight, with minimal looping, but the vocals hammer it home—Robyn’s heartbreaking sermon offers shelter and solidarity to the dregs of society, and Salo (from the Ark, always fantastic) harmonizes beautifully on the chorus. “You won’t be backstabbed, double-crossed, face down, teeth knocked out, lying in a gutter somewhere,” indeed.

    29. “Run (I’m a Natural Disaster),” Gnarls Barkley. If Gnarls Barkley in 2008 didn’t quite reach the stratosphere in the way that Gnarls Barkley in 2006 did—there can only be so many “Crazy”s, after all—vocalist/songwriter Cee-Lo still proved that, paired with producer Danger Mouse, they’re pop music’s dream team, a melding of the minds bursting with unparalleled creativity. “Run”s hyperkinetic soul is lent an edge of paranoia from Cee-Lo’s vocal performance, still playing the same crazed narrator from *that song*, caterwauling into the night with a chilling “aaaaooooooooohhhhhh-oooooohhh!”

    28. “Gives You Hell,” the All-American Rejects. Meanwhile, AAR isn’t the type of band most associate with creativity—quite the opposite, they’re generally very safe. And, yet, safe doesn’t negate the fact that they consistently wreck their peers in the songwriting department; they’re full of guitar sheen and harmonies, and “Gives You Hell” is one of their most insidiously catchy yet. The kiss-off song is nothing new, but it’s fun to watch someone rub their newfound fame in an ex-lover’s face, instead of feigning manufactured, downbeat heartbreak.

    27. “Highly Suspicious,” My Morning Jacket. Okay, so MMJ’s pop-music pastiche Evil Urges didn’t yield the same artistic returns that their last album Z did—nor did it boast a single with the punch of “Off the Record”—but their “Highly Suspicious” sounded like a highly intoxicated Prince duetting with a remarkably sober Led Zeppelin, and you’ve gotta appreciate the sac required for a respected indie band to go so gleefully off the rails. An off-kilter, barn-burning dance tune.

    26. “5 Years Time,” Noah and the Whale. “There’ll be love, love, love/ wherever you go.” Noah and the Whale’s debut may have been a bit too precious for my tastes, but this sunny uke-laced duet is the stuff that dreams are made of. Noah and the Whale have crafted the year’s best Magnetic Fields song—even beating out the Magnetic Fields. Somewhere, Stephin Merritt is wishing he’d thought of that.

    25. “Carpetbaggers,” Jenny Lewis and Elvis Costello. Quite possibly the year’s best tune for highway travel, Lewis and Costello make for delightful bedfellows on this Fleetwood Mac-by-way-of-Springsteen rocker. Elvis, in particular, sounds more energized than he has in years—his verse is the best part of the song, and listening to the way he sings “I ain’t got no place in this world anymore” will at least echo “Veronica,” if not “Watching the Detectives”.

    24. “Who’s Gonna Save My Soul,” Gnarls Barkley. What a spooky song. The track sounds like it could have been sped up just a fraction and used on either of the Roots’ more recent pitch-black albums; the performance sounds like a near-death Marvin Gaye, except a little more disturbed. Cee-Lo stumbled into Damien Rice territory on album two: he’s starting to sound more and more deranged with each album. It’d be disturbing if it didn’t yield such results.

    23. “The Greatest Man That Ever Lived (Variations on a Shaker Hymn),” Weezer. “Pork and Beans” may have been perfectly fun, but the latest incarnation of Weezer really hit their stride on this delightful Queen-esque suite. Kicking off with warbly rap-rock rhymes Fred Durst would be embarrassed to spit (“soon i’ll be playing in ya’ underwear,” anyone?), Weezer hits the heavily-harmonized acoustic section, and doesn’t look back, powering through choral renditions, jaunty Billy Joel “Italian Restaurant”-era piano-rock, and, of course, simple Weezer-esque power-pop. This tune is a six-minute long smile.

    22. “Viva La Vida,” Coldplay. Pure majesty from a band only sporadically able to engage the interest, “Viva La Vida” dispenses with a lot of band elements—do you hear any guitars?—in favor of a melody flung to the stratospheres, and a vocal that sounds like it’s orbiting the planet. And it’s gorgeous in a way Coldplay haven’t been since “The Scientist”.

    21. “A-Punk,” Vampire Weekend. The year’s best ska song, or perhaps the year’s best forgotten Ramones song (if the Ramones got lost in South Africa with Sting and a Mellotron player, of course); either way, it’s a delicious, punky little vamp, and one of the more infectiously energetic tunes of the year.

    20. “No Air,” Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown. No one writes great songs about puppy love anymore—all the young kids are busy womanizing, or kissing girls, or whatever. This dramatic, sweeping, ultra-serious push-and-pull love affair-in-song was one of the best things to saturate the airwaves this year; these kids sound super-serious, and it doesn’t hurt that they’re both very capable vocalists. Plus, “how’m I supposed to breathe with no air?” is one of the best heartsick one-liners to come down the pop music pike in a loooong time.

    19. “Sequestered in Memphis,” the Hold Steady. Given a couple years off, the Hold Steady haven’t really seen fit to tamper with the formula too much. “Sequestered in Memphis” is a frazzled, whirlwind narrative, with Black Crowes guitars and E Street keyboards—so it’s essentially “Stuck Between Stations,” two years on. (“In daylight, she looked all right/ in bar light, she looked desperate” = “she was a damn good kisser but she wasn’t all that great of a girlfriend”? You tell me.) But it’s delivered with twice the energy much of the album is (not a *bad* album, mind, just a bit more downbeat than its predecessor), and it breaks-down with bass drum and handclaps, real “Rosalita”-style, so you gotta love it.

    18. “Mercy,” Duffy. I’ll show Duffy a little bit of “Mercy” here and downplay those damn Amy Winehouse comparisons; after all, which one’s more likely to survive 2009? We should be nice to Duffy. Not that we shouldn’t anyway, because “Mercy” crackles; the vocal is tops, the groove infectious, the tune so good a Motown throwback that it should immediately be adopted by Raphael Saadiq. Hopefully, Duffy’s got more retro-soul in her.

    17. “Golden Age,” TV on the Radio. I suppose the big question remains: *is* “Golden Age” a political salvo? After all, in an election year like the one we just left behind, all this about a “golden age comin’ round” could be read within such a context—but, then, TV on the Radio are more complex than your average bears, and there are just as many on-record readings of it as pessimistic. But, good news: once you hear that groove (and Kyp Malone singing about ghetto blasters), who the hell cares? A horn-spackled Young Americans-era Bowie nugget rearing its head in 2008? Yes, please.

    16. “Acid Tongue,” Jenny Lewis. Can we talk, for a second, about how much better Jenny Lewis sounds these days? Sure, Rabbit Fur Coat was a good album (of course, the less said about the last Rilo Kiley platter, the better), but these days her brand of dust-bowl gospel sounds less like a genre exercise (kind of like the grimy funk tunes on that Rilo Kiley disc, actually) and more like something you can listen to to *feel*. A chorus of background vox, Jenny’s crisp-as-ever leads, and the easiest song to play on the guitar of the year; it all sounds like it’d be more appropriate winding through the highways of New Mexico at twilight, but hey—any song that can transport me to that mindset on the Jersey backroads deserves a prop or two.

    More to come soon; go download some stuff!

  • Mike’s Best Albums of 2008-Part One

    Before I actually sat down and decided to write this up, I thought “wow. What a crappy year 2008 was for music”. Such a crappy year, in fact, that I thought I was gonna have trouble coming up with a list of even 10 albums that I thought were worthy of mention.

    Well I’ll be…by the time the dust had cleared, I had a shortlist large enough (is that a double negative?) that I wound up with a Top 25. I would have edited down further, but I just couldn’t remove anything. My apologies to Adele, Anthony Hamilton, Ben Folds, Eric Benet and My Morning Jacket, who just missed the final cut.

    Enough of the prelude. Let’s move on to the first part of my list.

    25. “Santogold” Santogold

    Most people say Santogold reminds them of M.I.A., I beg to differ. Those of you who remember Res, who recorded one album seven or eight years ago, will realize that she and Santi White are sisters in music. Indie pop with a hint of soul, and Go Hard was just fine before Jay-Z decided to sample it for a Biggie tribute.

    Shove It – Santogold

    24. “Here I Stand” Usher

    Now 30, married and a dad of two, the former prince of teen pop grew up on this collection of (largely) midtempos and ballads. Songs like His Mistakes and the title track won’t satisfy those who were grooving to Yeah! a couple years back, but will speak to anyone trying to mature in a committed relationship. Besides, Love in This Club, which I hated at first-largely due to the presence of Young Jeezy-turned into one of 2008’s biggest earworms for me.

    23. “Something Else” Robin Thicke

    Usher’s sometime collaborator Robin Thicke returned for Round 3 with a collection that sits somewhere between the slightly obtuse Prince-isms of his first album and the smoother Marvin Gaye-esque sounds of his breakthrough sophomore release. Songs like Tie My Hands and Dreamworld reveal a burgeoning social conscience, while Sidestep is the best grown-folks dance song since R. Kelly’s Step in the Name of Love.

    22. “A Long Time Coming” Wayne Brady

    Never in my life would I have imagined ever featuring a Wayne Brady album on a year-end list, but the actor/comedian/Renaissance man showed me a thing or two with his debut effort. Whether smoothing out a Beatles classic (Can’t Buy Me Love) or reminiscing about his childhood, Brady’s smooth and effortless vocals carried this solid collection of soul-inflected pop.

    Back in the Day – Wayne Brady

    21. “Lay it Down” Al Green

    With some stellar assistance from ?uestlove, Corinne Bailey Rae, John Legend and Anthony Hamilton, the world’s greatest living male soul singer stepped in the wayback machine, and suddenly, it was 1974 all over again-minus the hot grits. Not many folks eligible for AARP and ordained in the ministry can make records that sound this sexy.

    20. “Modern Guilt” Beck

    You’ve gotta give Beck props for being, along with The White Stripes, The Roots and Kanye West, this decade’s most consistent artist. Modern Guilt is his fourth consecutive strong effort, and finds him joining forces with Danger Mouse for a collection that matches maturing lyrics with bouncy (for the most part) instrumental backing without the massive genre-jumps that marked his most recent two albums.

    19. “It is Time for a Love Revolution” Lenny Kravitz

    Lenny almost lost me for good with the travesty that was 2004’s Baptism, but the four years off did him a world of good. Dancin’ Til Dawn was a groover, even as it shamelessly ripped off The Rolling Stones’ Miss You. Songs like A Long & Sad Goodbye pushed emotional buttons while I’ll Be Waiting was the lighter-waving devotional ballad of the year, a fact reinforced when I found myself in a situation in which the lyrics applied perfectly.

    18. “Rising Down” The Roots

    It says something when The Roots’ least-essential album of the decade still winds up in my year end Top 20. Although I could have done without the abundance of guest appearances, Mos Def, Talib Kweli and Styles P are among the featured artists who bring their A games, while the criminally underrated Black Thought is dependable as ever. Fellow Philly emcee Peedi Peedi defines himself on one track as “W.E.B. Dubois mixed with Heavy D & the Boyz” and that perfectly describes the sound of Rising Down.

    17. “Gossip in the Grain” Ray LaMontagne

    2008 was the year that the heart-on-sleeve singer/songwriter loosened up. Gossip contained the usual plaintive ballads, but Ray shined most on loose, country-flecked songs like Hey Me Hey Mama and the slightly disturbing love letter Meg White, a tribute to the distaff half of The White Stripes. If I was Meg, I’d make sure my doors were locked, but I’d still let Ray sing outside.

    16. “Everything is Borrowed” The Streets

    The States will never “get” Mike Skinner, so his success will never match up to the quality of his records, but oh well. He can continue being my (and the U.K.’s) secret. Skinner’s fourth effort finds the rapper tackling life, death and all the other big issues with the matter-of-fact cheekiness that’s become his trademark. The Escapist is unquestionably one of the year’s best videos.

    15. “Viva La Vida or Death & All His Friends” Coldplay

    Whether giving Lost! some hip-hop flavor (even before the Jay-Z remix), rocking hard on Violet Hill or getting all majestic with the title track, Chris Martin and company expanded their sound on Viva La Vida and wound up with their best effort since their debut. Credit some of that to the addition of Brian Eno in the producer’s chair and credit the rest to Martin’s commitment to quality songwriting and his decision to save the weepy piano ballads for the end of the album.

    14. “Shine” Estelle

    Shine is the first worthwhile album by a female artist who raps (at least part-time) since The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, and while the Brit can’t step into L-Boogie’s high heels, she does pretty good for herself. American Boy is yet another earworm (and finds Kanye at his most charming), Just a Touch has swagger to spare, and Pretty Please (Love Me) suggests she should do a whole album with Cee-Lo.

    13. “Evolver” John Legend

    Thankfully, Evolver was not exactly John Legend goes crunk. Despite the addition of a slightly more uptempo element, Legend’s dedication to classy R&B remains intact. Jumping from subgenres from light reggae to near-orchestral balladry (This Time suggests that an album-length John Legend/Trevor Horn collaboration would be magical), Legend takes yet another baby step towards justifying his name with his third album.

    Next up-the mother of all mash-ups, my favorite Swedish cupcake, the year’s best covers album…my 12 favorite albums of 2008, coming up next.