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Music comes full circle…

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

There was probably a point in your life when you jumped up from your unkempt twin sized bed and wondered why no one had ever thought of rapping over Radiohead instrumentals – or maybe not.

In fact, this may seem like a bad idea at first, but so did raw fish until you tried sushi, right?

DJ Minty Fresh Beats, also known as Max Tannone, was the person who finally took initiative and created Jaydiohead – a mashup featuring various Jay Z and Radiohead songs.

I can’t think of anyone better to rap over Radiohead. Radiohead, unarguably one of the greatest rock bands of our time, and their rap counterpart Jay Z make for a delicious mix. The 10 track album mixes songs like Jay Z’s “No Hook” and Radiohead’s “Karma Police”. Tannone has created some magical music.

Jay Z might as well have a mashup department somewhere in his business model. Besides Radiohead, his vocals have been put over the likes of Weezer, Metallica, Coldplay, Prince, Pavement and even Oasis. Most of these passed over the public nearly unnoticed, thus inducing a collective sigh when Jaydiohead came out – “Another Jay Z mashup?”

But, shockingly enough, Jaydiohead is actually likeable! Jay Z himself revealed through his Twitter that he thinks there are a few “real gems” on the album, and while some of the tracks sound a little forced, eargasm inducing tracks like “99 Anthems” and “Wrong Prayer” make up for any musical mistakes on Tannone’s part.

As brilliant as the album is, Tannone is by no means doing something new. DJ Danger Mouse attempted something very similar a few years ago with The Grey Album – a mashup of Jay Z’s The Black Album and the Beatles’ White Album, leading to instant Internet fame and a cease and desist order from EMI Group. Like Jaydiohead, the Grey Album stands out as a mashup by being made up of samples entirely from two artists. In both cases, a perfect marriage of rock and rap was created, giving Rage Against the Machine a run for their money.

And while Tannone and DJ Danger Mouse may have truly taken some serious adventures in awesome, no one – and I repeat no one – knows sampling like Girl Talk knows sampling. Also known as Gregg Gillis, Girl Talk uses a dozen or more unauthorized samples to create each of his tracks. There probably is no other place Nas, Weezer, Usher, Britney Spears, Radiohead and of course Jay Z have all met other than a Girl Talk album. The product is a spectacular kick-in-your-shins culture jamming that has the same rebellious nature as wearing two different colored socks – with sandals, bitches.

Sampling does have a history beyond Radiohead and Jay Z of course. Though it started as early as the 1960s, sampling became easier and more necessary as technology and music progressed. As live studio bands were phased out in the 80s, DJs started making records simply from samples.

David Bryne, former frontman of the Talking Heads, often called a pioneer in sampling and always called an artist at heart. With Brian Eno, the 1981 album “My Life in the Bush of Ghosts” took old music, music from around the world and just downright strange music to create something new. And as we discuss Jaydiohead and Girl Talk, this may not seem very novel, but in 1981 this was sheer innovation, and maybe a little confusing.

Though sampling was sometimes a little simpler, just lifting a bassline or guitar riff here and there, by the 90s sampling was a musical cornerstone to record making – Vanilla Ice did it to Queen and David Bowie while The Verve did it to The Rolling Stones. More recently (and more laughable) is Rihanna’s “SOS” which samples Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love”.

At this point, the idea of having a studio band even seems a bit nonconformist, doesn’t it?

In the 2000s, we have seen sampling blossom into the mashup, which has practically become a musical genre in its own rite. In the end, music not only builds upon itself but somehow comes full circle. Now all we need is a Jay Z and Elvis Presley mashup to prove it.

The album and The Encore are available for download for free at jaydiohead.com.

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Seven Songs of Summer…

Friday, July 10th, 2009

Summer, it’s the one time each year when the sadomasochists of the world gather in droves at nearby beaches to show off the fruits of their own innate narcissism, and wave it about like a banner for codependency.

It also happens to be the time when big budget movie blockbusters litter local theater screens, promising mindless action, plot holes, and trite PG-13 drivel that neither offends, nor expands one’s mind.

Coincidence, I think not. Movie studios know all too well, that this is when the planets align, to line their pockets with money from a hapless and ignorant public, that bends to the will of their corporate… hmmm, my internal monologue has just informed me that this website has absolutely nothing to do with movies or for that matter commenting on the downward spiral of an America driven by shallow self-indulgence.

What if I…No? Okay, well I guess you guys are screwed then.

However, to help ease your transition from free-thinking individual to box-office statistic, I have compiled a list of the “Seven Songs of Summer” to listen to while you stare blankly into that picturesque water colored sky.

Why, seven you ask? I’m personally tired of top ten lists, everyone and their mother does ten.

Also it doesn’t hurt that I could only think of seven songs. Plus there’s the whole alteration thing.

Anyway, enjoy…

 

Lovin’ Spoonful – Summer in the City

 

The Year was 1966 and America was entrenched in a bitter struggle over Vietnam, with no foreseeable end in sight. It’s nice to see so much has changed since then.

The Lovin’ Spoonful, fronted by everyone’s favorite late night infomercial superstar John Sebastian, released their one hit wonder that surged to the top of the billboard charts, eventually dethroning the Trogg’s “Wild Thing”, late that summer.

The song is a brilliant mash-up of seething blues and high energy pop.

 

Best part: the echoing organ and blistering opening line, “Hot town, summer in the city/Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty.”

 

 

The Ventures – Walk, Don’t Run

 

This 1960’s classic is the epitome of laid back cool.

Better known for the theme to Hawaii Five-O, the Ventures’ instrumental gem embodies the surf vibe and easy island living of a white picket fence America.

 

Best part: the Misirlou-esque guitar riff that echoes like a soothing breeze.

 

Alice Cooper – School’s Out

 

Inspired by the slow burn experienced as the last three minutes of school tick away toward summer, this song has and will continue to capture the imaginations of disenchanted youth for generations to come.

 

Best part: when Cooper howls, “School’s out forever!”, over the thundering rumble of distant drums.

 

Grease – Summer Nights

 

Just come clean already, you know ever damn word to this pop culture staple.

First appearing in the Broadway smash and later adapted for the movie of the same name, this infectious song has erupted into one spontaneous sing along after the next and caused many a grown man to question his own heterosexuality.

 

Best part: When Danny and Sandy’s prying friends beg, “Tell me more, tell me more”, the latter-day equivalent of “Did you hit that?”

 

Don Henley – Boys of Summer

 

Mr. Hotel California himself moved from the stale hedonistic confines of his $500 a night suite to a bitter soul-crushing wasteland of tide and sand?

Well, aside from Henley being a total drag to vacation with, his new-wave classic about restless youth stands as one of the great summer songs and a favorite amongst those wanting to set their cries for help to music.

 

Best part: the drum machine and looping synthesizers that hum as Henley belts, “And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong/After the boys of summer have gone.”

 

Sublime – Doin’ Time

 

Lifted directly from George Gershwin’s timeless opera Borgy and Bess (except for maybe the opening lyrics), this classic Sublime jam has absolutely nothing to do with Summer.

But, this season isn’t exactly about substance, now is it? So who really cares?

 

Best part: When the late  and great Bradley Nowell croons to his jilted lover, “She spreads her lovin’ all over and when she gets home there’s none left for me.”

 

The Raveonettes – Red Tan

 

This 50’s era throw back from the much under-hyped Danish duo is the saddest song you’ll ever hear, but nothing says summer quite like a heartbreaking romance.

 

Best part: the whisper quite vocals of Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo as they whimper, “Warm summer’s night red tan.”

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Summer Playlist…

Friday, July 10th, 2009

Ah! Summer! It’s everyone’s favorite time of year. The kids have gone from the books to the sprinklers, the teenage girls from mini skirts and uggs to mini skirts and flip flops. Everywhere around the world, everyone rejoices – well, except maybe Australia.

There’s no summer without a proper summer playlist. Everyone needs a new jam or two for those trips to the beach or nightly cruises to nowhere. And yes, you can just turn on the radio and listen to the latest from Ashlee Simpson’s man, or you can take the advice of your friends here at Rock.com and check out these tracks. We guarantee to make you look a little more cultured in front of your friends – promise!

 

1. Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Dull Life

 

2. Metric – Help, I’m Alive

 

3. Camera Obscura – Swan

4. Mew – Introducing Palace Players

5. Passion Pit – Sleepyhead

6. Crystal Castles – Black Panther

7. Sonic Youth – Sacred Trickster

8. Santigold – L.E.S. Artistes

9. Anjulie – Boom

10. Stardeath and White Dwarfs – I Can’t Get Away

 

11. Silversun Pickups – Panic Switch

12. White Rabbits – Percussion Gun

13. The Pains of Being Pure At Heart – Young Adult Friction

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NINJA Tour: The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Misfortune…

Friday, June 12th, 2009

It seems financial Armageddon does have its benefits after all, as a sudden influx of co-headlining tours make their way to a city near you, offering audiences  the privilege of witnessing two equally cash strapped big name acts for the price of one, but like all things in life, you don’t always get what you bargained for.

Being the angry misanthropic youth that I was, I worshiped all things Nine Inch Nails, and even wasted $15 of my hard earned Office Depot money on the completely unnecessary Things Falling Apart, which contained roughly 10 separate remixes of “Starf*ckers Inc.” or at least it seemed that way.

However, I would eventually grow out of my inherent disdain for the entire human race and begin to hone my disgust for the “a**holes in charge”, thus abandoning some of the rebellious urgency that’s isolated to those with no prior financial commitments and/or zero responsibility.

That’s not to say I wasn’t excited to see NIN perform live for the first time at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre, I just lacked the requisite black nail polish, fishnet stockings, and misplaced anger to effectively blend in with the rest of the crowd.

Reznor then took the stage to thunderous applause and began the show just as he had during Lollapalooza’s maiden 1991 voyage, with the 1-2 nihilistic punch of “Now I’m Nothing” and “Terrible Lie”.

I and my fellow audience members turned and looked at each other with stunned disbelief. Why in the hell would NIN open the show?

Sure Jane’s Addiction had their heyday back in the early 90’s, but they were nowhere as popular as the brooding crown prince of industrial rock.

We merely ignored this stunning betrayal and went on with our meaningless existence, only to be rewarded with the petulant “March of the Pigs” and it’s seemingly out of place classical piano refrain, as well as Reznor’s comforting words, “And doesn’t it make you feel better?”

Strangely it did, as I celebrated like only a jaded twentysomething could, with a half-hearted smirk and sarcastic applause.

It was onward to the sacrilegious “Heresy”, another subversive hit from the heralded The Downward Spiral, an album I had spent most of my pubescent youth listening to, which partly explains my detachment issues and latent hostility.

Admirers began shouting out requests, but Reznor would have none of it as he seemingly played whatever the f*ck he wanted and ignored the crowd’s pleas.

“We won’t be playing any hits tonight,” an easily annoyed Reznor said from the stage.

Living up to his promise, Reznor trotted out a series of underappreciated gems that included the likes of “Survivalism”, “Wish”, and the heartbreaking “The Fragile”.

The parade of discarded b-sides continued with “Echoplex”, “The Day the World Went Away”, and my personal favorite “Mr. Self Destruct”, which he transformed from a relatively docile song about schizophrenia and personal neurosis into a bonafide metal anthem.

It was only at the end that Reznor finally satiated the fair weather terrestrial radio fan’s lust for predictability with the video game friendly “The Hand That Feeds” and Pretty Hate Machine’s most recognizable song, “Head Like A Hole”.

The most surreal moment of the evening came at the end of their set, when the entire audience proceeded to boo and heckle NIN for  several minutes, but it wasn’t done out of a malicious impulse to criticize everything, rather a ravenous desire for more.

Alas it was not meant to be, there would be no encore that day and no involuntary weeping during “Hurt”, woe is me!

Anyway then Jane’s Addiction came out, and no disrespect to them, but I really could have cared less, the damage had already been done.

Perry Farrell rambled on about death and trips to Disneyland between performances of “Stop!”, “Mountain Song”, and of course “Jane Says”, and as expected Dave Navarro removed his shirt to the delight of restless women everywhere.

 

The End

 

Editors Note: I apologize for the timeliness of this review but I was distracted by other more pressing matters. Namely doing anything that didn’t involve reliving this traumatic experience.

 

Click here to watch music videos from Nine Inch Nails.

 

Click here to watch music videos from Jane’s Addiction.

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What is she? A robot? A cracked out zombie?

Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

Alice Glass and Ethan Kath might possibly be the coolest people in the rock scene right now. He makes intricate beats that sound like something from a demented Atari video game. She dresses “grandma chic” and screams androgynous-nothings into the microphone in a way that makes the boys and girls go crazy. Their latest self-titled album is something from a broken video game, or a robot national anthem. Needless to say, Crystal Castles have their own style.

Having created a storm with their debut in 2008, Crystal Castles are slowly but surely collecting fan base of electro and 8-bit lovers. Though they are a blast to watch and a ball to dance to, Crystal Castles may never be household names – video game soundtracks are not everyone’s cup of tea. However, Crystal Castles may soon be one of the world’s best, moderately kept secret. Check them out before they start playing them at Forever 21!

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On the Radar: Empire of the Sun

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

You know that moment when you discover a new band – one so awesome their music slaps you across the face the second it starts to play? You’re left standing there, wondering why you were so clueless about this band and how did you live your life without them in it?

Empire of the Sun just smacked me across the face. This Aussie duo may look like sad-David Bowie wannabes, but the sound of their music spans genres and even decades. A little bit of electronic, a little bit of 80s, a little bit of rap, a little bit of pop, and a whole lot of rock. Their music is catchy and uplifting – suddenly the synthesizer has become novel again, playing side by side with cheery lyrics like “We are always running for the thrill of it/ thrill of it/ always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it.”

It is no doubt that they will get quite a few MGMT comparisons, but I’d like to argue that Empire of the Sun is actually better. Formed by Luke Steele of the Sleepy Jackson and Nick Littlemore of Pnau, they may appear to be 80s fantasy fiction characters at times, but so long as they sound like this, who cares what kind of make-up they fancy?

Click here to check out their music video for “Walking On A Dream”.

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Music Festivals – Not for the Meek

Sunday, May 3rd, 2009

I hope you pack your dancing shoes. Or maybe it doesn’t matter so much – just dance barefoot and get sweaty with a large group of strangers. Music festivals are an awesome way to exchange bodily fluids with randoms. Festivals aren’t for the meek – prepare to be crushed, dehydrated, shoved, touched, sneezed on and even smoked on. I know none of this sounds super thrilling, but as odd as it sounds, this is my favorite part of a music festival. It’s like a rock music pilgrimage to see the great…wait, what’s this band’s name again? Half the fun at a music festival is the music, the other half is being a part of the madness that ensues when you mix music, people, heat and skin.

If you want to sit in theater-styled seats while listening to the Strokes, musical festivals aren’t for you – unless you mean the lame BFD, then go for it. Otherwise, my number one rule for music festivals is this: Prepare to get dirty. Get dirty. Love your dirt. Then crowd surf out.

There are definitely ways to make the whole ordeal – and yes, it is an ordeal – more comfortable. Make sure to have lots of water, and try and bring some snacks (cigs help you feel nice and full too). Water and food are expensive at music festivals and you miss valuable music time trying to get them, but remember not to skip them altogether or you may just faint in the middle of the crowd, in the middle of Bjork.

In my experience, these festivals are always hot. I mean the music is hot, some of the boys are, but the weather is just unbelievable hot. Mix in some couple thousand festival goers and everyone is literally cooking. I know how some people are – especially the girls. You want to dazzle, you want to look fashionable – what if a face hunter is there and wants to take your picture? What if Paul Banks falls madly in love with you from the stage? That’s all fine and dandy, but try and dress comfortably and wear layers so you can shed as the day goes on. And if you don’t end up in comfortable shoes, you will probably end up walking around barefoot. Sunscreen is good too.

Obviously, every friend you go with should try and keep their cell phone at bay just in case someone gets lost. But no one ever seems to get any reception at these things – too many people making too many calls to their friends and lovers “Oh my God! I just saw Jesus and Mary Chain! Oh My God!” So try and decide on a meeting place in case phones aren’t the answer. A nice trick to keep friends in order is for everyone to look over the line-up beforehand and share their personal music schedules.

As for the boys, girls, or bands, know that sharpie makes these nifty keychain markers. I keep one of my keys to be used at any given moment – you know numbers, notes, graffiti, the usual. So they’re kind of useful at festivals, because who knows who you will bump into.

And unless you’re really lucky and have the bladder of a cow, you’re going to have to brave the festival public potties at some point. I know, it really smells and all, but nature’s call is nature’s call. Make sure to try and have some toilet paper/tissues on hand and some hand sanitizer. Don’t try and skip out on the drinking water to avoid the bathrooms, but you may want to skip out on the alcohol because it will dehydrate you. You may end up dehydrated, constipated, and out of luck because Muse is playing while you’re in the bathroom.

Lastly, I know some people try and get their summer lovin’ on at these festivals. Just remember to stay safe, kids, and most of all, enjoy the festivities.

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One Man’s Band, Is Another Man’s Treasure.

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

Beck made One Man Bands cool again.I’m not sure what it is about the one-man-band phenomenon that somehow makes it look oh-so-cool. The Simpsons poked fun at them, the Alan Parsons Project made it a reality. What makes people so giddy about a guy who plays all his own instruments? What is it that makes these guys so appealing? Is it sheer amusement? Amazement? Novelty? Musical Consistency? Some kind of weird fascination? And why do they do this? Is it some sort of attention-craving gene combined with a knack for the arts?

I do not think anyone ever took the idea of a one-man band seriously before the existence of Beck. Next to bands like the Go! Team or System of the Down, Beck either looks extremely ridiculous or extremely clever. You can’t say that he revolutionized the music scene, but you got to give him a hand for trying something that looks a little kooky. The sheer novelty of a one-man-all-band artist put Beck on the map, but it was his unique sound that built his fan base – a sound that is literally completely his own.

There is no shared credit when it comes to a one-man-show, the genius is all traced back to a single person.

Skip a few years down the line and from the garage emerged Tom Vek – The English answer to Beck, Vek pulled off the one-man stint pretty well and pretty quickly. All of a sudden he was doing shows in hipster bars all over the world and even got to be on the OC, which we all know means “making it,” apparently. Not only could he sing and make drunk 17-year-olds swoon (but who can’t?), he also has the incredible play various instruments. He upstaged his back-up band in live shows but who cares? That was exactly the point.

Beirut pushed all limits when it came to being a one-man-band. Granted, Beirut is no longer a single musician, her started out as one. For a good year I wondered if Beirut was a band, a single artist or an Eastern European orchestra. Little did I know he was just one guy from New Mexico, a musically inclined fellow named Zachary Condon. It takes an insane amount of talent to play so many instruments and play them all so well, not to mention to actually be producing high quality and unique music. Beirut even overstepped Beck and Vek with the amount and span of instruments he played. Musical evolution? I think yes.

When one person is the band, there is no need for a shared vision or musical unity between members, there are no band splits or band fights. As a general rule, less is more, more, more!

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