TV ON THE RADIO
Desperate
youth, bloodthirsty babes CD/2LP, Touch & Go
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Radio is a band that should have been remarked upon some time ago. Of
course, their first EP went by me completely, because nobody hit me on the
head with it and I was immersed in electronic music. But this one is big,
vast, mighty. Even though it still looks and feels a little innocent from
the outside, there are big bursts of noise, emotions and ideas in these
three sides of vinyl slab. Bassfuzz, churning rhythms, delicate quirkiness
and choirs, pleasing falsetto and great lyrics combined into compact,
pulsating songs- If you are slightly interested in “alternative” rock
that is not the new other mainstram pop-music, you will already have heard
about them. So it is time, you sat down and listened to them. Sparks,
sparks of pleasure all around your head. |
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Too many reviewers already have concentrated on the
singing of Tunde Adebimpe, sometimes completely ignoring the fact that Kyp
Mallone also does his share of vocals as well, and overall comparing it to
Peter Gabriel. Well, here is my two cents worth on the issue: The singing
reminds me of the singer of Arcwelder[1], who released a couple of great records on Touch &
Go as well almost a decade ago, so much that I checked if they were the
same. Of course, they are not. Adebimpe started out as an animator (he did
the “Pin”-video for the Yeah
Yeah Yeah’s). But the singer of Arcwelder also reminded me of
Peter Gabriel, but since both bands are “rockbands”, in the widest sense
of the term, the comparison is a lot better, in my humble opinion. The other point is, that above and around all the Peter
Gabriel-comparisons, the main point gets lost: the great music that the
vocals come with. And with those who managed to get the music into their
reviews, it seemed it was all about how TV on the Radio is connected to
those other over-hyped-bands from New York, like the Yeah Yeah Yeah’s or the Liars. Okay, so David Sitek, the third member of
the band, started out as a visual artist and produced bands such as the Yeah
Yeah Yeahs, Love Life and the Liars, but that doesn’t mean you can just
throw them all into one basket, does it? Of course, being an overpaid,
arrogant prick of a music-journalist, who gets all his records for free and
spends his day drinking, listening to CDs, trying to outwit his
trade-fellows and wanking to softporn downloaded from the internet, you can.
(Some of those dumbbrained dipshits also shook the 9/11-story out of their
brains, just like they always do whenever NY comes up. My guess, TV on the
Radio have quite a different view on the matter than those writers would...)
If music is important to you, you wouldn’t do such things. Especially when
those bands are all so much different. Okay, this is the point where I stop the ranting and
get on to the music, because what you’ll hear on “desperate youth,
bloodthirsty babes” (what a great title, by the way) is more than
groundbreaking rock. It is a new definition of rock. Josh Homme and his Queens of The Stone Age
may have laid out the bare blanks on a new form of rock music, where it is
possible to churn out straight guitar-licks in weird rhythms or weird guitar
licks in straight rhythms (I haven’t decided yet which it actually is) and
groove like hell. A loose and open formula that owes a lot to a heritage of
Southern Rock (Allman Brothers, Lynard Skynard even), psychedelic Seventies
rock (Ten Years After, Doobie Brothers) and Stoner Rock of late (Kyuss). But
where those styles quickly fell into the trap of repeating itself over and
over again, bands like Queens
of The Stone Age or TOTR are ready
to expand in all directions, mapping out the fields and possibilities of
their songs to the fares, unexpected corners. I am hard pressed to say which
roads Josh Homme is taking, except those out into the desert to get stoned,
but TOTR stay home in the biggest of all cities and try to incorporate their
vast tradition as a whole, making me think of Soul, Jazz, Afrobeat,
Industrial and even Doo-Wop. For TV on the Radio rock has become a matter of
diagonales and oppositional pairings. The music sounds heavy and noisy but
at the same time has a feeling of warmth and tenderness and softness. For
instance when through the course of the song, an acapella chorus takes over
the riff from the guitars during “Don’t love you”. Or the intricate
way the drums and percussions cuddle themselves into layers of distorted
guitars and the melody-lines lowering themselves onto both like a warm
blanket. That produces another pair of opposites in a feeling of distance
and control that is apparent through all songs. While those other bands from
NY – see above – are all about losing control, completely freaking out
and trashing instruments, stages and their own lives, TOTR keep back,
control their forces and spend them more effectively and economically. Maybe
the difference lies in the upbringing. Yeah Yeah Yeah’s and The Liars –
I am sorry, I have to pick on them, but they are those most mentioned –
come from white, safe, middle class homes and have turned towards the
lifestyle of drug-abusing rock-artists by will, which is basically a choice
you can only make coming from a safe home. If you got no bases covered,
emotionally and financially, you want to play your cards safer than that,
even when taking the risky road of aspiring artist. Therefore they over a wider variety of emotional highs
and lows, adding gravitas and meaning to their songs, that is instantly
feelable and attributable. From tenderness to pure confrontation without
ever losing the balance in the arrangements. Able to perform outbursts of
noise as well as delicately penned vocal melodies. Though you’ll have to
listen hard for some real explosions of noise, that way TOTR is closer to
The Beta Band in defining new territories in rock. Or if you want it that
way, TOTR is to the rest of the noise-rock scene nowadays what De La Soul
was to the hip hop scene back in the day of gangsta rap. And I don’t mean
they both where pullovers, I mean that they are intelligently conveying
ideas and messages within their songs, packed into grooving, or rather
churning floorboards of fuzzed bass and bumping drums. There is for instance “Bomb Yourself”, an anti-war
song in the broadest sense of the word. I almost wrote “in the broadest
sense of the world” there, but as soon as I erased it, it started making
sense to me. Such is the effect of reading the poetic and personally
enigmatic lyricsheet of this record. Some songs deal with the way coloured
people are still treated, such as “Staring at the sun” or the opener
“The wrong way”. If you ever looked for words to form what is wrong with
the mediated picture of “good living” for black people in this
materialistic and violent world, look no further. Most songs though deal
with the troubles and backlashes that come with relationships and the
everyday. I might be wrong all there, but that’s the way I read them, and
there is no private life in the political and vice versa. [1] Arcwelder
never recieved the attention they should have recieved, but nowadays
they might not care anymore anyway. They released their last record in
1999 and haven’t toured since 1996 or something, but they still play
around locally. So, if you ever find yourself in Minneapolis and they do
a show, check them out. Here’s their website: http://www.arcwelderband.com/index.html |
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07/2004