Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Review: Monsters Of Folk - Monsters Of Folk


Forget Locking Your Closet: 
These 'Monsters' Ain't Scaring Nobody.

(From L-R: Oberst, Mogis, Ward, James)

On paper, Monsters Of Folk sounds supremely awesome. A "supergroup" consisting of the biggest names in twenty-first century folk music: My Morning Jacket's Jim James, whose sweet tenor melts like maple syrup over his group's alternative country-tinged tracks; Bright Eyes' prolific lyricist and vocalist Conor Oberst, plus multi-instrumentalist Mike Mogis; and lastly, indie singer/songwriter M. Ward, who wields his acoustic axe with purpose and plays with notable attention to detail. Unfortunately, this album suffers a nasty bout of lazy lyricism and even lazier production. While Oberst lays off the warbly affectation, one can't help but miss the stripped-down sincerity of his solo work. The overuse of reverb and echo distract from the group's masterful harmonies. Oberst's Dylanesque musings are MIA: instead, listeners are subjected to choruses full of "la la la's". The Monsters' real accomplishment is the instrumentation - a carefully concocted soufflĂ© of skillful strumming, finger-picking and delicate solos. Props to Master Chef, M. Ward. While MOF makes for elegant aural wallpaper, the record left me wishing these folkies would put down the pipe and stop folkin' around.

Grade: B-/C+

Key Tracks: Say Please, Magic Marker

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Reviving the Long-Lost Art of the Music Video


GaGa embraces the occult in her stunning "Bad Romance" video.
Music videos used to be a big deal. Back in the eighties, Michael Jackson and Madonna viewed videos as an extension of their music, an expansion of their art. Nowadays? Videos are all kind of garbage, either filled with half-naked chicks or pouty-faced, guitar-plunkin' morons. But get ready to have your socks blown off with Lady GaGa's killer vid for her brand new single "Bad Romance", off The Fame Monster, an upcoming deluxe edition of her debut, which features eight previously unreleased tracks. Part outrageously awesome dance routines and ridiculous avant-garde apparel - with a dash of eery Tim Burton-style goth thrown in for good measure - this video is where big-budget meets beauty. 

As GaGa crawls out of a coffin, she is faced with sexy cyborgs donning white-leather dominatrix suits in what appears to be an S&M crematorium. She's naked, bug-eyed, and sporting a wonderful red wig. Amidst a shit-ton of costume changes and legions of back-up dancers, GaGa always manages to shine supreme.

As for the song itself? Not nearly as catchy as her past singles. But it's the video that makes it fantastic. There's no doubt GaGa is the reigning Queen of Pop. And a fabulously freaky queen, at that.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACm9yECwSso