29.1.06

Review #15: Tarkio

Note: Here we have the UO debut of miss Courtney Coulombe; who, you must admit, has done extraordinarily well on this review, especially for a first-timer. Welcome to the (albeit small) Useless Opinions family, Courtney!


Tarkio-Omnibus
(Kill Rock Stars)
5 out of 10

To his fans, Colin Meloy is the nasally-voiced front-man of the Decemberists. He is a man not afraid to adorn himself in the garb of a vengeful mariner, a wily model-UN ambassador, or an omnipotent fortune-teller, nor is he afraid to tell whimsical tales of cattle raids, peasants, odalisques, and royalty. He is the camber-pop revolutionary, who has captured the hearts of many. But before his days of joining up with the “Youth and Beauty Brigade,” Meloy was a college student with minor music aspirations. From those aspirations, Meloy along with Gibson Hartwell (guitar and banjo), Louis Stein (bass), and Brian Collins (percussion) formed Tarkio: a college band based in the Missoula, Montana area, which soon became the biggest rage of the Montana college rock scene.

Nearly a decade after they were recorded, Kill Rock Stars has reissued the entire catalog of Tarkio songs in a single compilation, appropriately titled: Omnibus. The songs themselves show the early working of Meloy’s lyrical genius that would later be thrust forward into the Decemberists. Despite this, Decemberists fans should not expect cheery songs of chimney sweeps, or young Spanish princesses. Many of the songs found on Omnibus lack the musical creativity that Meloy is best known for. The album all-together lacks direction. This could be because Omnibus is a compilation album, but none of the songs are consistent in musicality or even genre. One minute it’s the very relaxed and folk-inspired “Keeping Me Awake”, a few songs later it’s Beatlesesque (circa Rubber Soul) 60’s keyboard jam “Neapolitan Bridesmaid”, encouraging the listener to get up and dance like a cage dancer at Whiskey A Go-Go. A little later some songs even resort to the melodies of elevator music, and some even sounding like Death Cab For Cutie should be playing them. The fluctuation in genre can be a bit arduous at times, but it’s interesting to see the different lengths of musical experimentation the band went through trying to find a sound of their own.

One can overlook the lack of genre consistency but the fact that many of the songs are lacking an impressive use of language can be a bit of a disappointment. In order to listen to this album you don’t need to have that cumbersome tome of a dictionary by your side. The wording is simplistic; the common man off the street can understand every word sung in this compilation, a drastic swing for Decemberists fans that were expecting to increase their vocabulary by another 50 words. One need not worry too much, there are a few gems such as Brigadoon and hackneyed, but that’s all the learning the listener will get out of this album.

Not only is Omnibus lacking creative language, it also lacks concept. Many are used to expecting a good session of story telling from the previously heard works of Meloy; however, these songs are very pedestrian. Story telling was clearly not thought of in Mr. Meloy’s mind when he sat down to write these songs. They’re very normal. There’s nothing special that attracts the listener. There were two brief shining moments, which were preludes to future Decemberists’ songs. The first of which is a song familiar to the hardcore Decemberist fan. “My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist” appears on Omnibus at its earliest workings. The song still tells the tale of a boy born of a circus act mother and a Russian spy father; it still has, for the most part, the same music. The only thing that makes this song worse is the electric guitar part. Sadly it was shoddily played and sounds like Colin got a garage band together three minutes before hitting up the recording studio. The true gem of this album is hidden in the middle of the second disc.

“Tristan and Iseult” is by far the most promising track on this whole compilation. It has the musicality, the language, and the story that makes it the song closest to the future works of Meloy. The song tells a story of two young lovers who’s relationship is slowly on the decline as they go out for a film and ice cream. The guitar part is played out by a soft acoustic, and the lyrics are welcoming and adorable. Anyone would love them.

For hardcore Colin Meloy fans this will be a welcome addition to their collection; however, I wouldn’t suggest it for the lighter Decemberists fan. It was too much of a disappointment. A noble and impressive collection for a college band, but still a disappointment after hearing the wonder of what Colin Meloy can really create.

-Courtney Coulombe (Useless Opinions contributor)

Key Tracks: “Tristan and Iseult”, “Devils Elbow”, “Keeping Me Awake”, “Eva Luna”

24.1.06

The Good, The Bad, and the Meh 2005

BEST ALBUMS OF 2005

ALBUM OF THE YEAR

Aqueduct-I Sold Gold

2. Graham Coxon-Happiness In Magazines

3. The Decemberists-Picaresque
4. Of Montreal-The Sunlandic Twins
5. The Go! Team- Thunder, Lightning, Strike
6. My Morning Jacket-Z
7. Kanye West-Late Registration
8. Sigur Rós-Takk
9. Dangerdoom-The Mouse and The Mask
10. Gorillaz-Demon Days

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ok albums of 2005 (aka best of '05 cont.)

11. The Chemical Brothers- Push the Button
12. Sufjan Stevens-Illinois
13. Common-Be
14. Kaiser Chiefs-Employment
15. Broken Social Scene-Broken Social Scene
16. Supergrass-Road To Rouen
17. Maximo Park-A Certain Trigger
18. Dredg-Catch Without Arms
19. Devendra Banhart-Cripple Crow
20. Shout Out Louds- Howl Howl Gaff Gaff
21. Spoon-Gimme Fiction
22. Wolf Parade-Apologies To The Queen Mary
23. Grandaddy-Excerpts From The Diary Of Todd Zilla EP
24. Nada Surf-The Weight Is A Gift
25. British Sea Power-Open Season
26. Atmosphere-You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having
27. Royksopp-The Understanding

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WORST ALBUMS (that i've heard from beginning to end)OF 2005

MOST DREADFUL MOSTROSITY OF 2005

Cursive-The Difference Between Houses And Homes
2. Death Cab For Cutie-Plans
3. Odd Nosdam-Burner
4. Daft Punk-Human After All
5. Kings Of Leon-Aha Shake Heartbreak
6. Coldplay-X&Y
7. Bloc Party-Silent Alarm
8. Franz Ferdinand-You Could Have It So Much Better
9. Coheed & Cambria-Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV Volume One: From Fear Through The Eyes Of Madness
10. Feist-Let It Die

Review #14: Sigur Rós

Note: Sorry for the long hiatus folks, I got VERY lazy at the end of 2005. I finished the year with a queue of roughly 20 albums that I hadn't reviewed that will all be included on my year-end list, which you will see next. First, here's the "director's cut", so to speak, of my review for the new Sigur Ros album, the abridged version of which was published in the January 2006 issue of The Lancer Spirit, of which I am the A&E editor. It's also because of this fact that reviews will not go on the blog until they are published in the newspaper. So, in short, look out for my Best, Worst, and OK List of 2005, and new reviews of The Strokes, We Are Scientists, Cat Power, and Test Icicles, among others. Here's the review! ;)


Sigur Rós-Takk…
(Geffen)
8 out of 10



Picture links to Sigur Ros' website

Book me an Icelandair flight to Reykyavík or Seydhisfjōrdhur or something. I feel like I need to experience this odd little “Takk…” album the way it was meant to be intended. I need to pop this baby into my Walkman, walk across the vast fields, fjords, and icecaps of Iceland, and jump off a cliff into the frigid waters of the North Atlantic Ocean. Not because the fourth-full length from Sigur Rós depresses me, in fact, quite the opposite is the case. I want to witness the majesty of Iceland’s icy, simple, yet inexplicably beautiful landscape, peer over a rock-solid perch to watch endless droves of ever-changing waves, and feel the sudden blast of cold air against my face followed by the hard splash of water sending a jolt through my body.

Unfortunately, I don’t have time for such shenanigans. Luckily for me, “Takk…” has many of these effects within the confines of its shiny plastic disc. The Icelandic landscape is characterized by the lack of direct emotional warmth within it’s arrangements compensated by involuntary yet totally sincere vulnerability not only in sound but also in the fact that unforgiving minds may label the album as utter rubbish at one listen. The visible fusion of stone and water is synonymous with the band’s immaculate melding of static, memorable melodies with wavering, soaring string sections. And with various unexpected changes in candor and mood, it’s hard not to feel blown away by the atmospheric quartet’s seminal sound.

Save for a few minute details, such as the lyrics being sung in Icelandic rather than the fictional Hopelandic or the songs actually having titles this time around, “Takk…” is not so different from the band’s previous outing, 2002’s “( )”. Both albums are vast and cinematic in attitude, both have songs that are (for the most part) wonderfully repetitive; both have the eerie falsetto vocal stylings of frontman Jónsi Birgisson, both utilize the fantastical string instrumentals of collaborators Amina, and both are simply wonderful. But Sigur Rós created “Takk…” with one new factor in mind: Some people have actually heard of them.

With a batch of new fans, mostly stemming from “( )”’s lead single, “Untitled 1 (Vaka)”, and the song’s subsequent breakthrough music video featuring the now iconic gasmask-sporting schoolchildren, the band probably realized they had to step up their game a bit and make some more “Untitled 1”s to please the new fans without abandoning the ambient post-rock roots they developed upon. And, like all truly great musicians, this is just what Sigur Rós does.

“Takk...”s foremost opus is the immaculate “Saeglópur”, a precious parade of chimes, playful creaking sounds, piano that seems to run in slow motion, and childlike vocals that transforms at the snap of a finger into a blistering, accusatory death threat, changing that very same piano into a wrathful beast, bringing kamikaze drum attacks, towering bass, and squealing strings with it. After such an unrestrained and unwarranted outcry of anger, the song begins to return to reclusion, weeping a sincere apology to the listener. It’s dramatic, and the rapidly morphing stream of emotions only becomes more and more daunting with each spin.

Also adding a notch to Sigur Rós’ belt of should-be hits is the anthemic “Glósóli”, witch rides a catchy, syrup-like bassline and what seems to be the sound of marching soldiers through a verse that slowly escalates towards the song’s climax. Channeling the band’s oft-obscured heavy metal influences, the entire ensemble dives into a thumping thrashfest which, oddly enough, becomes more graceful than the song’s seemingly quiet beginning.

“Hoppípolla”, which plays like one big four-minute chorus, achieves similar stature, but through melody rather than mood swings. The song’s twinking piano melody dances intimately with Birgisson’s saintlike howl. The climax is, once again, louder than the rest of the song, but rather than changing the mood, it joins the song in a cavalcade of open-ended praise.

It’s safe to say that the entire album is quite sufficient as ear candy, but some tracks do have drawbacks. After “Saeglópur”, the remainder of the album tends to be drawn out and plodding, “Andvari” being the most troubling. “Andvari” echoes Mazzy Star in that it strives to comfort, but Sigur Rós’ tendency to remain on the frigid side makes this fireplace a smoldering, lukewarm pile of embers that’s quite hard to cozy up to. “Mílano” and “Gong” try to duplicate the bell-curve pattern of turbulence that the album’s best songs utilize perfectly, except with more instrumental expertise being demonstrated than emotional connectivity. Such long dirges make relatively normal-sized songs like the title track and “Meo Blódnasir” feel like interludes. Fortunately, “Heysátan” ends the album on a contemplative note. For the first time, it’s purposely stoic, but with bass, piano, and horns melting together to form a nurturing sundrop of sound each few seconds, it sends a feeling of satisfaction through the listener’s mind, which should be received easily after over an hour of stream-of-consciousness mindgames that are quite fun to play.

Many people may wonder what “Takk…”’s Icelandic lyrics translate to in English, but it becomes evident after the first listen that the lyrics really don’t need to be understood at all. Sigur Rós communicate solely through the universal language of music. I did, however, look up the English translation of the album’s title. The word emblazoned on the back of this album’s rustic packaging translates to “Thank You…”. These four sullen Icelandic men read my mind perfectly.

Key Tracks: “Saeglópur”, “Glósóli”, “Hoppípolla”, “Heysátan”