Tirzah: Devotion

There's something about Tirzah's off-kilter R&B-ish LP Devotion, from 2018 — something that feels so contingent, partial, delicate — that reminds, hear me out, of Chet Baker's vocal 'cool jazz' sides from the 1950s.

Those are whimsical, fey records that perhaps you discovered by accident, probably when young; and which strike you, as they were intended to, as sounding completely concerned with being completely indifferent whether you or anyone else like them. Like a teenager playing it cool, they take a too-polished insouciance to standards like "It's Always You", or "But Not For Me", or "Time After Time", or "I Get Along Without You Very Well". Etc.

Much of the same affect, on Tirzah’s debut album, Devotion, is assuredly in Tirzah Mastin's delivery, as described in Mark Matousek's not-at-all-positive review on PopMatters: "[the tracks] feel like diagrams of love songs, performed with a sort of tired resignation. ... [Mastin] sings in a drowsy, affectless manner. Her lyrics could be addressed to anyone or no one at all." So, exactly.

Mica Levi's production has next to nothing in common with those ancient West Coast jazz sides but it does have some of the same opacity; and a fine-craftedness that is incomplete yet seems to ask nothing of the listener. "Basic Need", for example: its janky, crystalline intro gulped down into a burpy, bassy envelope of a song; the flighty distance and unsolace in Mastin's voice unjoined above. It sounds like a song that has been running for years without you, and will for years yet.

Bandcamp | Spotify | Apple

https://open.spotify.com/album/15GocbF7ybkkPP03YXtLqv?si=ybOqwyv3RfO6BEHIprcPug

Fatima Al Qadiri: Atlantics

Central to Mati Diop’s enrapturing film Atlantics (Atlantique) is the score by Kuwaiti musician Fatima Al Qadiri which somehow brings together — as does the film — a sense of charm and implacability, or small choices and immeasurable forces. Start with "Souleiman's Theme" and/or "Body Double". Haunting.

Spotify | Apple | Fatima Al Qadiri on Bandcamp

https://open.spotify.com/album/1FWKJ334wfgxb10foTngyf?si=Irctc2TiTlOVnpfFYi8UIA

Makaya McCraven: Universal Beings

On heavy repeat at the moment: Universal Beings, from 2018, is Makaya McCraven's fifth album. As the sleeve puts it: "Apex of organic beat music post produced from four improvisation sessions captured in the new jazz hubs of New York, Chicago, London & Los Angeles." That might be all you need to know. For long-time downtempo listeners the vibe of the album's first half may remind of The Cinematic Orchestra; but it spirals outwards from there.

From Giovanni Russonello in the New York Times:

On a rainy evening in August of last year, a barely advertised show by the Chicago-based drummer and beatsmith Makaya McCraven jammed an overflow crowd into H0L0, a sparse little basement club in Ridgewood, Queens. His band was a group of New York musicians, some of whom Mr. McCraven had hardly played with before; what they performed was entirely improvised, but with Mr. McCraven subtly steering, listeners had room to get comfortable, to fall into the music. His thick snare drum splattered against the bulb tones of Joel Ross’s vibraphone patterns, making an elliptical groove. Sometimes Brandee Younger’s plucks on the harp led Mr. McCraven into a buoyant, driving beat. Elsewhere, he minimized himself, letting Dezron Douglas’s bass guide the rhythm.

Like many of Mr. McCraven’s shows, the night was recorded, providing raw material for “Universal Beings,” an album he released in October to wide acclaim. Since his second record, “In the Moment,” in 2015, Mr. McCraven has put out a string of albums and mixtapes that amount to a proof of concept. Each one features crudely recorded live improvisations that he has sliced up, pared down and spritzed with effects and extra instrumentals. Part concert bootleg, part hip-hop mixtape, his music — borne of a process rather than a compositional method — has the potential to open up the way musicians think about improvisation.

And, from Will Schuberts in Bandcamp's Artist of the Week feature:

The album is divided into four sections, each of which was recorded with a different band in a different location. McCraven’s ability to weave these disparate sessions into a cohesive, epic album is a testament to his underlying pocket and ability as a producer on the back-end. Between sessions in London, Chicago, New York, and Los Angeles, McCraven and his various bands establish a thesis for a truly universal music. The album is an insistence on worldliness and a coalescence of various subgenres and the particular musical folklore pertinent to each of these cities. And while McCraven still views Chicago as his home, and one of the chief inspirations for this collage approach to jazz music, the premise for such an ambitious project is broader than the scope of a single scene.

[...] It’s not only a conversation between different players and different cities, but different generations. The history of the AACM is infused in the playing of Junius Paul, McCraven, and all of the Chicago staples who appear on the LP. Jeff Parker’s work with Tortoise squeaks its way onto the album’s fourth side. There’s a treasure trove of history on this record, but more importantly, there’s a way forward. This is future music where borders don’t exist and the divisions we think come between us actually bring us closer together. Perhaps that’s the Chicago that coalesces through this album. It’s a prideful record, one that celebrates the diversity of its participants. “We have a lot of commonalities to share, we can come together and create something meaningful because we’re part of a thread that’s deeper than locale,” says McCraven. “But we’re still gonna come with all of the history from the places that influence us.”

Universal Beings by Makaya McCraven: Bandcamp, Spotify, Apple.

https://open.spotify.com/album/07t71VgFZkSmrSYdUKmuHI?si=hTNZsGrTTxO0FXo7QJ9u7A

Sam Gendel: "Pure Imagination (Lo Fi)"

Jerky, wheezy, brittle, contemplative, pneumatic, hypnotic. Love this.

https://open.spotify.com/track/5xoQAbb9G1ncLw13CgVtzJ?si=H0N-rFjoSyGkYKRD-boxCw

Andy Beta's Pitchfork review of last month's Satin Doll gets to the textural nature of some of Gendel's music. I loved his collaboration with Sam Wilkes, Music for Saxofone & Bass Guitar [Bandcamp], for those same reasons. On Spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/album/7JYNuRlEFI6ZFrdi64mnBO?si=R7e5cuLvTumly2hgJjRu4w

And here's a good interview over at Aquarium Drunkard.

Sam Gendel's website has a patronage link.

Sarah, the Illstrumentalist: Conversations

Sarah2ill's YouTube channel is exactly what you'd expect from hearing just a few of her tracks. Great fun, craft, energy, from a beatmaker and producer with a level of creativity — and a sense of humour — that really sets her apart (especially if you're worn out on those generic ~lofi playlists). Start with "Nephilim" from 2018's Conversations.

https://open.spotify.com/album/3h8h6sQZddcOOXFBpHLMci?si=JG_ZFP_7QXq8DmEmiDCq7w

Big Daddy Kane: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

And so, from "Hydra" to “Daddy’s Home” by the colossus Big Daddy Kane; to this NPR Tiny Desk Concert.

Because, it's Saturday afternoon, and though perhaps you cannot break quarantine and go outside, you can — at least, here, in Toronto, where it is Spring: it's 10 degrees C, and the sky is cerulean blue — you can open the window, and celebrate the line from microphone and thorax straight to the centre of the earth that is the flow of KANE.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8Uw1cl4xjg

Grover Washington, Jr.: Hydra

Chest hair, electric blue halo, cool stare.

Hard to pick a track from Grover Washington, Jr.'s 1975 album Feels So Good. It's incredible and if you only know him from the later, soppier, soft-jazz-ish award-winners, just wait.

"Moonstreams" gets me every time — its opaque prettiness masks, for me, a smothered melancholy just like that behind Kool & The Gang's "Summer Madness" in spite of its cool musk (and, I suppose, the associative overtones of The Fresh Prince and Guru and Digable Planets and everyone else).

Anyway: there's also "Knucklehead", I guess the song I've come back to again and again since first hearing this album years ago. Eric Gale's guitar — the intersect of jazz and blues and funk — is to the song what butcher is to block.

For all that, today it's "Hydra", obviously one of the great ur-beats of hip-hop.

https://open.spotify.com/album/25M5zhvFVOKw59pxA3f5rN?si=soJf8t-CS3abqAsq0RiIwA

You aren’t going to hear anything funkier which, genre, means it’s more than the sum of its parts. Emergent, etc. But, anyway, here are a few of the parts I love:

  • 0:00 the aforementioned boom bap
  • 0:00 (and hey throughout) the tone on the bass: blunt, barky, slap
  • 0:02 the electric piano just off the beat. By the time you get a minute or two into the song, it’s clear how much float this gives the whole thing. Bob James, as if that needs saying.
  • That's Louis Johnson on bass — yes, Brothers Johnson, "Strawberry Letter 23"; "Billie Jean", “Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough". He died when he was just 60, terrible.
  • 0:17 tambourine
  • 0:18 guitar: that rhythmic figure on the sixteenths, we’ll come back to that presently
  • 0:38 how the melody seems to precipitate the song out of the cloak of this righteous groove
  • 1:02 the song backs off and now mostly it is kick drum
  • 1:22 key change at bridge!
  • 1:29 that vibrato on Washington’s sax
  • 1:45 how that guitar figure has now mutated, with the little melodic lift at the end*
  • 2:10 the chorus again, but, with Washington solo’ing further back in the mix, the bass is now swinging the song around
  • 2:29 real quick, those descending electric piano block chords
  • 2:49 key change at bridge; feels like the raw bracky bottom of the song now
  • 3:53 cowbell! For about twenty seconds here — with the cowbell, tambourine, slap bass, and the hard, tight, muted guitar — the song is all pop and crack. If you have good speakers or headphones, crank it.
  • 4:18 that harmony in the two soprano sax lines (flugelhorn?)
  • 5:00 that little bass run up and down in the middle of the chorus
  • 6:06 bass glissando
  • 6:23 splashy, splashy cymbals at the top of the song, rangy bass at the bottom
  • 6:49 fifteen seconds, sublime, there’s this intricate mix of the glistening higher-register electric piano, a shimmery curtain of reverb, and those tickly guitar licks
  • 7:43 choppy, slappy guitar
  • This whole thing is just a masterpiece of levelling, mixing. It’s Rudy Van Gelder!
  • 8:25 gorgeous vibrato on the sax
  • 8:41 and 8:46, like, the definitive offbeat drop of those electric piano chords
  • 8:50 this little electric piano melody that tails out the song

* That guitar moment always reminds me of The Detroit Emeralds’ “Baby Let Me Take You”, which you should put on next especially if it’s sunny, or dark, where you are.

A lot of places to go after this, but maybe you want to reflect on how awesome remains Black Moon’s “How Many MC’s”: still, as they say, fresh.

Mural of Grover Washington, Jr., in Philly.

Sudan Archives: Confessions (Velvet Negroni Remix)

I'd been trying to figure out what this reminds me of — some Missy/Timbaland sides, for sure — but I knew I had figured it out when for the first time in years I went back to Tricky's Nearly God project.

Anyway: Brittney Denise Parks is just superbly talented, and everything she puts out is interesting, from her 2017 debut (where you can hear her working through the Francis Bebey influence) through the anthemic first half of last year's Athena. A good starting point is 2018's Sink.

https://open.spotify.com/track/4UsrqPc4RJbsMiQqhHdKZS?si=LbqrWERqS8uTX-9ZLTXv0w

Gamelan Pacifica: "Opening"

https://open.spotify.com/track/2nPcHX8SLXuzjjC4pCyq3H?si=WKXfXK_VTIWt9YhIL-LL_g

Something big, beautiful, and spacious for the start of week — here — six of quarantine. Listen loud; wonder.

IAMDDB: Swervvvvv.5

Currently listening: Swervvvvv.5, from last year, by IAMDDB. It’s solid from this track, “Urban Jazz” all the way through the soggy, soulful canter of “I’m Home”. You can hear Erykah, plenty of trap, M.I.A. (especially in “Asss$”), and much else pointing to Diana Debrito’s influences and background (Manchester, Portugal, Angola).

The one is might induce nostalgia for a certain variety of ‘90s downtempo: sine bass, diced modal piano loop, traipsing vocals.

https://open.spotify.com/track/03eo7njiwkkNVjQSzZqFf7?si=dJfHfPqPRXiOB86wbAR_Rg

33 1/3 Call for Proposals

In obviously awesome news, Bloomsbury have posted an open call for proposals for the spectacular 33 1/3 series. My own modest contribution to the series finds itself in ever-more intimidating company every time a new volume comes out, and the recent slate of releases has been very, very good. I'll certainly be picking up the forthcoming books on Sigur Ros, Danger Mouse, Michael Jackson, Aphex Twin (by Marc Weidenbaum, whose blog Disquiet I've loved for years), and J Dilla's Donuts (by fellow Torontonian Jordan Ferguson).

Speaking of which: if anyone is interested in pitching for the series, you should read Jordan's take on the topic. (I've posted some thoughts on my experience and my original proposal before, but YMMV: Bloomsbury's requirements have changed somewhat since then… and certainly I can't claim to have been the poster child for length or timeliness.)

I can't wait to see what the next 18 months brings in the series. I'm really hoping that someone gets a great Arular or Mezzanine pitch through the door this time.

The Guadaloop

Discovery of the day: The Guadaloop:

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With a free album download via RawTapes:

This 25 tracks album is all based on Indian/Bollywood samples from vinyls The Guadaloop bought back in 2007. Back then, after being inspired by his good friend Plusga, Guada(Loop) went to the nearest record store and got all the Indian records he could find. Soon Guada linked up with a big vinyl dealer and brought dozens of Indian\African records to the studio.

Another excerpt... and Portishead on Jimmy Fallon

With the Dummy book on its way to stores right now, there is another short excerpt up on the 33 1/3 blog for your reading pleasure.

Portishead are on tour at the moment, and made their first US television appearance in over a decade on Jimmy Fallon last night, where they performed "Chase the Tear" -- the single released in 2009 in support of Amnesty International -- and a version of "Mysterons". The book argues that Portishead have always been a band dedicated to sonic unrest, in spite of the perception of Dummy as easy-listening background music. Listen to the second half of this performance and you can hear that inclination rip through the song:

Back from the Printers

It's a "chunky monster" indeed. Packed to the seams with everything you need to know about mid-90s British downtempo music, massive basslines in golden age hip-hop, the relationship between funky jazz fusion and World War II bomber aircraft, and hundreds of other topics central to the proper functioning of your life.

I'm thrilled that it's publishing next to Aaron Cohen's book on Aretha Franklin's Amazing Grace. That'll be a must-read.

Gravelly Full-Hearted Thunderous Power Ballad Playlist

Circumstances: 

 Result: 

  • Playlist of thunderous gravelly full-hearted songs that will rattle your bones.
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"O Children" -- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. From The Lyre of Orpheus. Nobody does violence and grace as artfully as Nick Cave. Elegiac. Thrilling. The song seems to be contingent (what are those strange reversed sounds at the back? is the song falling apart?) even as it gathers itself into a hymn. One of the best moments of the Harry Potter movies -- intimate and expansive at the same time. How is it done.

"My Body is a Cage" -- Peter Gabriel. If the John Carter of Mars movie is good (it's Andrew Stanton, people) it'll still have to go some distance to outpace this cover of an Arcade Fire song which builds to a thunderous climax. Again and again. The god of war.

"O Mary Don't You Weep" -- Bruce. From We Shall Overcome: The Seeger Sessions. First heard this over the closing credits somewhere in the third season of Deadwood, this rambunctious spiritual somehow serving as a response to David Milch's excoriating portrait of capitalist rapacity in George Hearst. It's all muscle and throat.

Do not mess with George Hearst

Do not mess with George Hearst

"Dolphins" -- Beth Orton featuring Terry Callier. Why don't more people know this song? From an EP that came out in 1997 and was one of the best things she's ever done. It's a Tim Buckley song. Terry Callier's voice is like an ocean liner.

"Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime" -- Beck. From Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

"Just Like a Woman" and "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" -- Joe Cocker. Both from 1969's With a Little Help From My Friends. One of the warmest, most soulful albums ever recorded. Up there with Lewis Taylor's debut and Dusty in Memphis and McKay as one of the great, great British R&B albums.

"Loved Boy" featuring Lou Rawls, and "The Little Children" featuring Ras Kass, by David Axelrod, from 2001's Mo'Wax album David Axelrod. I should write something longer about this album, it's been haunting my collection for years. One of those great projects that Mo'Wax kicked out. I still remember hearing "The Little Children" in a bar in Oxford on Little Clarendon Street in 2001. Who the hell would play this in a bar? It's like a symphony with a brawl in the middle of it. In "Loved Boy" Rawls is all stately and measured above drunken trumpets.

"This Strange Affair" -- The Peddlers, from 1972's Suite London. I write about this album in the book, a distinct influence on Dummy. I can't improve much on what Tim Saul told me about it: "a very strange kind of mixture of almost working man's club crooning over really interesting arrangements with the London Philharmonic."

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Some Tom Waits, obviously. I can't decide. "Way Down in the Hole," but it's a bit over-familiar because of The Wire. Maybe "Cold Cold Ground": very accessible but still somehow unstable. Or "Clap Hands": an arrangement that seems to float a few feet off the ground and drag you through the song even while Waits follows just behind your ear. Bizarre. I must pick up David Smay's book again.

Buck 65. Where to start. "Roses and Blue Jays"; absolutely gorgeous songcraft. Or "Cries a Girl."I've written about these songs before and I'm still right:

Terfry’s various story-telling influences—including Waits, Johnny Cash, Woody Guthrie, Jack Kerouac—have by now been so thoroughly absorbed into a developed and individual style that it is next to impossible to pick them out... There’s a perfect confidence to his writing, a confidence that allows a song as personal as “Roses and Bluejays”—about his relationship with his father since his mother’s death—to be conducted entirely at the level of surface observations. The details themselves, and their juxtaposition, perfectly conjure a sense of drift and directionlessness, and, somehow, a deep-rooted belonging. The image of his father clearing snow with a flamethrower encapsulates a moment of rage, loneliness, of silent futility.

A few of these would fit on a Suttree playlist. To follow.

Couldn't find YouTube links to the Axelrod or Peddlers -- apologies. Trust me, they're good. Please buy the music if you like it. Musicians need to eat too.

Review of Earthling's Insomniac's Ball

I had the pleasure and privilege of interviewing Tim Saul for the Dummy book. Saul is a long-time collaborator of Portishead producer Geoff Barrow (with whom he co-produced 2003's outstanding McKay) and he was involved in pre-production sessions for Dummy. His insights into the production of that album were invaluable.

Saul is also, with rapper Mau, half of Earthling, whose 1995 Radar remains representative of the best of the downtempo genre before if became stylistically flattened by its own commercial viability. Seven years after the release of their second album, their third -- Insomniac's Ball -- is out and available via Bandcamp. My review is up on PopMatters this morning:

There are some stunning moments of beatcraft. The opening of “Bobby X” is as meticulous a piece of loop production as you might hear this side of hip-hop’s Golden Age. It opens with a shuddering, withdrawing, pugnacious sample: a back-drawn snare like a rasp of drawn breath, piano from the bottom and top of the register clasping the song in iron gloves. Shards of sound seem to slide past one another, assembling a beat out of near-collisions. Yet somehow Mau’s boastful lyrics—“gonna let the whole world know I’m here”—are tempered by his thrillingly idiosyncratic delivery. They are less a compilation of braggadocio and instead—“so don’t ask me about philosophies of Archimedes, my education was beat-street and graffiti”—an eminently quotable coalition of nimble charm and cheeky grace.

This was always the magic in Saul and Mau’s collaboration. Much like Barrow and Beth Gibbons in Portishead, or Tricky and Martina Topley-Bird, the finest moments in downtempo were not the smooth congregation of like minds, but a rich and intoxicating marriage of contrasts.

Be sure to check out at least "Bobby X" and the gorgeous "Fly Away".

Jay Hodgson's Understanding Records

One of several great discoveries in the course of writing the 33 1/3 book on Portishead's Dummy was Jay Hodgson's wonderful Understanding Records: A Field Guide to Recording Practice. Hodgson has a talent for demystifying modern recorded sound, without ever detracting from the thrilling qualities of the music. As an example, as part of a discussion of distortion:

Reinforcement distortion does not necessarily require signal processing. Jimmy Miller, for instance, often reinforced Mick Jagger's vocals on the more energetic numbers he produced for the Rolling Stones by having Jagger or Keith Richards shout a second take, which he then buried deep in the mix. "Sympathy For The Devil," for instance, features a shouted double in the right channel throughout, though the track is faded so that it only sporadically breaches the threshold of audibility; "Street Fighting Man" offers another obvious example. "Let It Bleed" provides another example of shouted (manual) reinforcement distortion, though Miller buried the shouted reinforcement track so far back in the mix that it takes headphones and an entirely unhealthy playback volume to clearly hear. By the time Miller produced the shambolic Exile On Main Street, however, he had dispensed with such preciousness altogether: the producer regularly pumps Jagger's and Richards' shouted reinforcement tracks to an equal level with the lead-vocals on the album.

Hodgson is every bit as insightful and enthusiastic in person as he is in text. He was incredibly generous with his time and, over the course of a couple of conversations and email exchanges, helped me hear Dummy from the perspective of an audio professional, which was invaluable as I prepared to speak to Dummy and Portishead sound engineer Dave McDonald and mastering engineer Miles Showell. There are passages of my book -- particularly around the recording techniques for the album's vocals and its drum sounds -- that are informed by his insights and coloured by the questions that I only knew to ask after he had helped trained my ears.

While certainly intended for a professional audience, Understanding Records is a great read for the music enthusiast: Hodgson's writing is clear and alight with anecdotes and examples that illuminate music that you may only think you know. I'll never hear recorded music quite the same way again.

Introducing Portishead's Dummy, a 33 1/3 Book

Isolation. Desire. Narcotic. Memory. Shock. Intimacy. Imagination. Solitude. Alienation. Consolation. Truth. Loss. Siren. Lullaby. Nostalgia. Grief. Companion. Lust. Lubricant. Hallucinogen. Essence. Temptress. Perfection. Loneliness. Seduction. Vindication. Depression. Distance. Reconciliation.

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Portishead's 1994 album Dummy reassembles itself with every listen and with each listener. It becomes, cumulatively and collectively, a sequence of perfect meditations on loneliness and solitude; it carries promises of the narcotizing power of love; it serenades the anonymous consolations of the night; it rhapsodizes the unmooring influence upon the soul of unrequited and obsessive desire.

Dummy is irresistibly intimate, stylistically eclectic. A mixture of influences drawn from hip-hop, rock, jazz, folk, soul, funk, blues, and elsewhere, the album is a sparsely woven tapestry of sounds striped from their origins -- shards of lyrics, samples, gestures, surfaces, textures. It is held together only by inertia and by the force of the memories, impressions, and perceptions it provokes in the listener -- only to fall away undone and unresolved into darkness.

An entry in Continuum's 33 1/3 series, Portishead's Dummy will be published in 2011.

I'm looking for stories about this music. What were you doing when you first heard it? How did it change your life? How has listening to it changed the way that you thought about what music could do?

We live in a world where music is infinitely distributable, ubiquitous in its presence, contextless in conception and reception. Music lives and dies in a place of continuous reinterpretation by its listeners.

What does Dummy mean to you?