Review: Grinderman – Grinderman 2


Grinderman is and isn’t Nick Cave at the same time. The faces may be the same – Grinderman’s cast is populated solely by members of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – the costumes are different. While Cave and the Bad Seeds are certainly rock musicians, their oft-furied instrumentation are often overshadowed by Cave’s favourite lyrical pastime – yelling at God. But on Grinderman 2, as much a sequel to 2007‘s self-titled debut Grinderman as possible, Cave and his posse let themselves shed the self-awareness present on so many Bad Seeds tracks, and give themselves license to rock, heavily and free of all inhibitions. Opener “Mickey Mouse and the Goodbye Man” lulls you in sparse, melancholic plucking, before pulling the curtains back for the real show – ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mr. Cave’s Axefest. Sit back, relax, and let the shredding guitar tear into your brain. Cave’s obsession with religion is still evident on tracks such as “Heathen Child,” his lyrical topics branch out to critiquing popular culture, and what could be interpreted as a series of bizarre pick-up lines. “Who needs a record player? You are my record player!” (Anti-, www.anti.com) Brietta O’Leary

Wild Style, Free Style

This week, from September 27 to October 2, the UWSA is holding the fourth annual Freestyle festival; a week-long celebration of hip-hop music and culture highlighted by  K’naan concert on Wednesday, September 29th, the visitation of Wild Style director Charlie Ahearn on Saturday, October 2nd at the Graffiti Gallery, and a free Class of Freestyle IV concert and CD release. To complement the arrival of Charlie Ahearn, this year’s edition features a special free screening of the 25th Anniversary Edition of the original hip-hop movie Wild Style on Wednesday, September 29.
Being the first hip-hop movie released at such an early stage in the genre’s development, Wild Style helped present and popularize the culture to a wide audience in a pre-internet society. I see it as being a snapshot of a very young and almost unrecognizable culture when compared to today’s view of hip hop and the abundance of violence and misogyny represented in its mainstream music. Having been formed in the neighbourhoods with some of the worst living conditions in North America, hip hop always manages to find itself in the middle of controversy.
Those looking to explore these arguments about the negativity surrounding the culture of hip hop may do so at a screening of Hip Hop: Beyond Beats and Rhymes on Tuesday, September 28th. Following the screening, a discussion addressing the sexism and homophobia in a testosterone fueled hip-hop culture will take place, giving everyone a chance to voice their opinions about what is wrong with the culture.
But the lyrics and the images represented in them are not all that the hip-hop culture has to offer the world. The Freestyle festival has put together a number of workshops concerning the other elements of hip-hop. To kick off the week’s festivities, the Graffiti Gallery is putting together an hour-long graffiti art workshop at Spence Street on Monday from 12:30 PM, an excellent opportunity for anyone enamoured by the almost-indiscernible pieces they see on the streets on a daily basis to learn from Winnipeg’s premier graffiti art gallery.
Some of Winnipeg’s best local talent have signed on this year to lead some of the Freestyle workshops. For anyone interested in the art of beat making or DJing, Kutdown is leading workshop sessions from 12:30 on Tuesday, September 28th and Thursday, September 30th for beat making and DJing respectively, with DJ Co-op accompanying him for the session on Thursday. To finish off the workshops, the “Godfather of Winnipeg B-Boying” B-boy Bob will be hosting a breakdancing workshop in the Bulman MPR on Friday, October 1st from 12:30 to 1:30 PM. From what I’ve heard, the breakdancing workshop has been the most popular so far so be sure to register to be guaranteed a spot in the workshop!
Alas, the life the of a University student is a busy one, and time is limited; if you can’t make it to the workshops you want, you can still join in the celebration of hip-hop culture by tuning in to CKUW 95.9 FM from 1 to 2:00 PM Monday to Friday for a special Freestyle radio series.
Remember, both film screenings, the Charlie Ahearn artist talk, and all of the workshops are free of charge, so be sure to come out for what should be a memorable Freestyle IV!

RB Beniza

Women Play Tomorrow–Interviewed Today!

So Women are playing tomorrow, September 25, at the Albert, and we have a feature article on them and their kick-ass new album Public Strain coming out in a couple weeks. I know, Stylus is absolutely the worst at timing things out.
But, so everyone can win, check out half of the interview today, see Women slay tomorrow, and then get their album at the show or on Tuesday (official release dates–not so passé!) Aaaannnnnnnnd pick up a copy of Stylus in a couple weeks. Hhh’okay? Hhh’okay.

Stylus: You guys have gotten love up and down of your first record.  That isn’t very common. Are you prepared to keep up the same kind of momentum? Continue reading “Women Play Tomorrow–Interviewed Today!”

Live Bait: The Flaming Lips and Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti

Photo By Stephen Winnemuller

Burton Cummings Theatre
September 21, 2010

People love a spectacle, and on Tuesday a spectacle is what people got as the Flaming Lips brought their raucous live show to Winnipeg’s Burton Cummings Theatre along with Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti. It was loud, it was long, but most of all it was fun.
The evening began with L.A.’s Ariel Pink, who brought his DIY bedroom-recording aesthetic on stage for the first time in Winnipeg. One of the strengths of Ariel Pink’s entire project is its ability to force people to think critically about what they’re listening too. It doesn’t take long upon hearing The Doldrums or Worn Copy to notice that something is going horribly wrong in this music. His music is almost always a bloody mess, through which the listener is invited to wade through discovering one hell of a good song.  In concert, this mess was brought even further to the forefront. Whether it was through technical difficulties, off-key singing, or at times atrocious sound quality (done, I believe, both intentionally and unintentionally), Ariel Pink’s set kept the audience off-balance as everything appeared at all times on the verge of utter collapse. What surprised me most about this was that, in actually fact, it made for an even more rewarding live experience. Ariel Pink is sloppy. In fact in many ways it’s his sloppiness that makes him so loveable – introducing a sense of struggle and chaos into his blissful pop songs. Well on Tuesday, while blazing through a set comprised almost exclusively of songs from this year’s killer record Before Today, (the lone exception being “Gettin’ High in the Morning” from 2006’s House Arrest) it was Ariel Pink’s sloppiness that shone through most clearly.
And then there were the Flaming Lips. Exploding onto stage through the open legs of a woman projected onto their extremely large background screen, the Flaming Lips pummeled the crowd with a 2-hour set of some of their most jarring psychedelic songs. It was ridiculous. There were confetti cannons, giant balloons, streamers, a bear, giant hands with lasers shooting out of them and of course the space ball, all vying for the audiences full attention in front of an endless barrage of strobe lights (so powerful that it warranted a warning from Lips lead-singer Wayne Coyne prior to the concert), and dizzying video projections. It was a spectacle.
Unfortunately, as amazing, and as fun as the stage show was, the songs themselves were less so. Put blankly, the set-list could have been better, as the band decided to go, for the most part, with upbeat and in your face songs leaving out many of the more subtle elements of their catalog. (Nothing from The Soft Bulletin?  Really???) They wanted to blow us all apart, and their song selection was indicative of that, with the strongest moments coming from songs such as “She Don’t Use Jelly” or “The Sparrow Looks Up at The Machine.” What this made for in turn, was a tempo that simply could have been better maintained. That said, given how awesome the stage show was, the concert turned out to be a total blast, exciting for even the most stubborn of fans.

Jeff Friesen

Who are Karkwa? Winning the Polaris First, and Canadian Hearts Next.

Montréal alt-rock band Karkwa’s fourth album, Les Chemins de Verre, won the fifth annual Polaris Prize Monday night in Toronto – and their success is only the beginning of what could be an entirely new chapter both for them and for popular Canadian music. The Francophone quintet beat out an impressive list of nominees, among them Caribou (who won the prize in 2008), Broken Social Scene, Owen Pallett (who won in 2006 as Final Fantasy), Radio Radio, and Tegan and Sara.

The Polaris Prize celebrates the best Canadian album released in the previous year. Judging is based not on sales or genre, but solely on artistic merit. While the shortlist was selected by a 200-person jury of industry professionals, music bloggers, broadcasters, and journalists from coast to coast, the Karkwa was voted to the top by a grand jury of 11.  Their name comes from the phonetic representation of “carquois” – French for “a quiver of arrows” and Karkwa is the first francophone band to win the Polaris Prize.

Despite extensive touring and an enthusiastic following in France and Quebec, Karkwa has remained relatively unknown in the rest of Canada – until now. The band hopes that the Polaris Prize will prove to be the tool that helps them to bridge the dichotomy between anglophone and francophone Canadian music and achieve success on a wider scale.

Louis-Jean Cormier (guitar), François Lafontaine (keyboard), Julien Sagot (percussion), Stéphane Bergeron (drums), and Martin Lamontagne (bass) have been working together since Karkwa’s inception in 1998. The band quickly gained such appreciation that they were invited to perform in Paris for the Printemps du Québec cultural expo the following year. In 2001, after a brief hiatus, Karkwa was back on their feet and released their first album, Le Pensionnat des Établis. Les Tremblements S’immobilisent (2005) won them three Felix Awards, and Le Volume de Vent (2008) featured musicians Patrick Watson and Elizabeth Powell. Les Chemins de Verre was recorded overseas just outside of Paris at Studio la Frette, the same place where Feist and Plants and Animals put together their best-selling albums. Self-described as “organic and impressionistic,” the album’s lack of pre-planning was a way for the band to play with their music and work off each other in a truly creative, cathartic process.

They’re frequently compared to Sigur Rós, Radiohead, and Coldplay, but their ability to go from low-key, reflective, and experimental to fast-paced, heavy, rollicking, and impassioned is distinctly their own. Les Chemins de Verre is undoubtedly their most experimental and most powerful to date. The Polaris Prize has given Karkwa the exposure they’ve needed to get the rest of Canada to look at them. What the jury, and thousands of Canadians saw on Monday night, is that Les Chemins de Verre gives Karkwa new depth, interest, and power, while still retaining that universality that makes their songs work their way into your dreams.

Adrienne Yeung

Review: Wolf Parade – Expo 86

When Wolf Parade’s Apologies To The Queen Mary was released, it was as damn near perfect as an indie rock record could ever hope to be, falling somewhere in between Arcade Fire’s anthemic scope and Broken Social Scene’s hazy sprawl. 2008’s follow-up At Mount Zoomer, shifted into a murky swirl of dense, third-wave Brit pop and Springsteen-indebted rock. With it, the division between Spencer Krug and Dan Boeckner’s songwriting became clear, just barely balancing the record in a sort-of-adverse symmetry. But Expo 86 doesn’t fall into the same disjointed folly that Zoomer did. Instead, the album works as a convergence of their two voices—Boeckner’s raucous riffs are funneled through Krug’s disenfranchised brand of pop, the result as gripping as it is bizarre. Huge, lumbering hooks, like those found on “Little Golden Age” and “Yulia” rock in a way that Wolf Parade has never quite managed to on their previous efforts. The Krug-penned tracks retain his trademark knack for chatty, rambling lyrics, but backing them with Boeckner’s bluesy riffs and spinning them through some fleeting electronica results in something that, for all its layers, sounds organic and fluid. Boeckner and Krug have found a middle ground where they can co-exist cooperatively, rather than competitively, and they sound all the better for it. (Subpop, www.subpop.com) Kevan Hannah

Review: Born Ruffians – Say It

There are three avenues with which one could think about Say It. The first are the vocals, which often come off as constricted, high-pitched and unappealing, most evident on “What You Say.” This is the simplest criticism of the album. Musically, the instruments seem disconnected—most often, for some reason, the bass. When they do form any cohesion, it lacks any particular hook for the listener. It just is. Lyrically the songs are curious; most of the album sports songs that are four and a half minutes long, while the lyrics are only a few dozen words each. A good writer knows to pick their words carefully—Born Ruffians do so here; it is just simply a shame that they had not chosen better ones. The best thing one could say of this album is that at times it sounds like Vampire Weekend. At the same time, probably the worst thing you could say about this album is that it sounds too much like Vampire Weekend. The sound of Vampire Weekend demonstrates a keen ear for genre and how it can be properly integrated into pop music—skills which are not shown by Born Ruffians on Say It. (Paper Bag Records) Devin King

Blood, Brood, and Gore from Broken Pencil

Much love for Broken Pencil, a magazine that revolves around Canadian zines, writing, poetry and the arts. I gotta say, we go back a little while–I was digging around in our old filing cabinets and found an snarky review of an early Stylus mag in Broken Pencil. Heart!

But by far, Broken Pencil‘s biggest draw is now their annual Deathmatch–a country-wide literary gorefest where the winner is decided upon by readers online. And now the mag’s looking for submissions for their fourth year. They want your stories (between 1500 and 3000 words long) by December 31, 2010. Prizes include $300, publication in their Spring 2011 issue, and, the best perk of any battle royal, bragging rights. Check out their website for details.

And as a twist, Broken Pencil is looking for bands and new media artists to contribute to Deathmatch too. The spirit is the same but the deadline is November 15, 2010, and you can email Nathaniel G. Moore at [email protected] for more details.

There’s No Tits like

Mentioning Tangiers and DFA1979 in the same breath would normally make me feel nostalgic. However, after realizing that both bands have broken up years ago and have had a number of solo projects and offshoots, I’m getting alllllll geriatric up in this bitch.

Thankfully, with their new project Bad Tits, Sebastien Grainger and Josh Reichmann feel as sweet as they have at their most exciting Canadian underground-touring times, granted that they have their own reputations to live up to. Considering that Grainger’s previous projects were steeped in danceable hardcore and straight-up pop, and that Reichmann’s were of the garage rock persuasion, to hear and see something like the video for Bankok Hilton is pretty jaw-dropping–the first half sounds like it emerged from the shitgaze craze! Expect that song on the 7″ pictured above, titled Garbage Night on Hand Drawn Dracula and hopefully we can see some tour dates from them beyond Montreal and Ontario in the near future.

Review: Autechre – Move of Ten

The ten tracks offered on this EP see these UK electronic alchemists opting for refining and combining their previous sonic elixirs, rather than conjuring something altogether new. And the results are pretty damn good. Those expecting the abstract, glitch-frenzied madness of 2001’s amazing Confield will notice immediately how straight forward some of the beats are here. Tracks like “M62” and “Y7” are constructed on a steady, four-on-the-floor pulse, yet Autechre only use this decidedly accessible meter as a backbone for a concise, complex symphony of writhing analog synths, dizzying melodic interplay and masterful, layered production. Still, this is far from Daft Punk. Listeners pining for something a tad more obfuscated have the lead off track, “Etchogon-S,” which sounds like a drum machine gone completely haywire inside an echo chamber while 8-bit icicles come crashing down atop that giant floor piano in the movie Big. Thankfully, Autehcre’s keen ear for atmosphere is stronger than ever; Move of Ten feels icy, dark and foreboding, yet the songs are catchy, groovy and utterly alluring. This delicate balance is what makes Autechre among the best, and Move of Ten a fantastic album. Repeated listens and headphones are a must. (Warp Records, www.warp.net) Curran Faris