Absolute magic. The closer of the revelatory R Plus Seven. Revisit this if you’ve heard it, immerse yourself if you haven’t.
Absolute magic. The closer of the revelatory R Plus Seven. Revisit this if you’ve heard it, immerse yourself if you haven’t.
Welcome to the first edition of It Fit In High School – a new bit I wanted to try out. The premise is simple: I re-listen to albums that I primarily listened to in high school with a pair of ears that have eight more years of experience digesting music within them, along with thousands of albums under their belts. Now you’re thinking about ears wearing belts. That’s ok. In fact, that’s perfectly normal and encouraged. It will help us get into our first edition with a clear and open mind. Earbelts. For the first half of high school I almost exclusively listened to classic rock, along with big rock like The Killers, Muse and The Mars Volta. Maybe we’ll touch the entry-level indie rock that helped get my taste to where it is today as well.
The first album I’ll be diving (back) into is Led Zeppelin’s fifth LP, Houses Of The Holy. Led Zeppelin was by and far my favorite band going into high school and held that honor proudly throughout my freshman and sophomore year. Once I started phasing out the Kohl’s video game graphic tees from elementary and middle school, Led Zep claimed the spot as the leader of my graphic tee empire. I grew my hair out to an outrageous length, so much so that I could have been confused for a member of LZ if someone were to take purely hair silhouettes of the band and my own. No body, face or anything – just hair. Without the overwhelming locks, I was just another chubby, pasty white kid with braces, frameless glasses, rosy cheeks that played the violin. I can see self-deprecating reflection being a staple in this series already, and I LOVE that.
Why I’m choosing Houses Of The Holy to be the first entry here is likely because out of their first six records, AKA the straight-up-gold-classic-money-printer period, Houses is the one I’m least familiar with, or maybe the one I remember the least. I don’t want to take on the pinnacle classics right away, plus I know that after the four self-titled records the band started to get weirder with instrumentation, recording quirks and songwriting. This seemed like a logical starting point. A split in the world of LZ. Two worlds, same band – here’s the fission point. Does it err more on one side than the other? That’s why I’m here, folks. Does the world need another cis white male voice tossing words into the classic rock canon? Hell no. Will it be fun? Uh I mean, probably. I hope so!
The first record I dove into for today’s New Music Friday was UK group Vanishing Twin with their first album for great label Fire Records, The Age of Immunology. “KRK (At Home In Strange Places” is the opener and what a perfect way to start an album. A hypnotic blend of hand percussion and spare drum kit provide a backbone for loose entrails of whispering guitar, zither, faraway piano and warping lead vocals to fill in the gaps. It’s a total Stereolab situation in the best way. I got chills hearing this song for the first time, especially as a violin nut, hearing the string arrangement on this song was fantastic. I still need to spend a bit more time with the album as a whole, but this song is one of the better album openings I’ve heard this year.
Kind of fallen out of a Disclosure tornado ever since their debut, but I just happened to hear one of their singles from last year and I thought it sounded like something The Samps would whip up, only a lot glossier and coherent. The way they chopped up the soul sample was very reminiscent of those crazy Californian boys, as well as the internet-frenzying future funk genre label from some of Saint Pepsi’s early stuff. Just thought it was a fun track – we’ll see if the Disclosure boys can pull it back with whatever they’re planning now.
Blanck Mass is BACK to assault our senses once again, with a new album Animated Violence Mild out August 16 via Sacred Bones. It’s by and far the most “Fuck Buttons” thing that he’s put out since his work in the band, but it still distinctively sounds like a Blanck Mass song. It’s got a bright wild side, but also a sinister dark side. Can’t wait to get peeled and cored like an apple to this album.
Everyone’s favorite bedroom boy SANDY Alex G (fka Alex G) is returning with a new album House of Sugar, out 9/13 via Domino. It’s not going to surprise any longtime listener, following the trend and sonic shape of Rocket, his last album. Not to say it’s predictable, cause it’s still damn good. I feel like SANDY is one of those artists that I have no expectations towards, but I’m pretty excited about this record. He hasn’t let me down yet!
THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Jai Paul is BACK with a new single, merch and officially releasing the leaked album from back in 2013 on streaming platforms. This, combined with so much other great news from this week, has made this stretch in 2019 just so absolutely ridiculous. What’s even better is that the new Jai Paul songs are actually GREAT. The man still has it after all those years in the shadows. I’m elated right now. Listen to these ASAP.
Welcome to User’s Manual – a segment that helps listeners find a suitable entry point within an unfamiliar artist’s discography, or to reinvigorate someone’s interest in a certain artist by breaking down their work to a molecular level, allowing the listener to then piece back together the elements that helped them fall in love with the artist in the first place.
For the second edition of User’s Manual, we’re focusing on an artist that I’ve been deeply enamored with since midway through college: Grouper! Grouper is the main musical alias of Portland, OR’s Liz Harris, who has been releasing music since 2005. She specializes in cosmically layered ambient drone, primarily with her own vocals and other field recordings, along with spare folk elements like acoustic + electric guitar or piano + keys thrown in. Her music is most times formless, allowing waves of sound to breathe and exist in a certain space she’s crafted for each song, helping the listener conjure up visuals or meaning behind the largely ambiguous lyrics and melodies Harris creates. There is a certain quality, a humidity in the air, that always permeates through Grouper releases. I don’t know exactly what it is or how she does it, but the familiarity of the atmosphere is not repetitive, only reassuring. It’s such a simple combination every time, but it succeeds.
The way she produces and arranges her music creates some kind of aural vortex around the listener in a way that’s totally overwhelming but also comforting. I know that being in a real life vortex is no joke, but something about existing in a chaotic din of grayscale noise with disembodied, smeared vocals stretching around you has a calming effect, much like a security blanket during a storm, or a warm bath after coming in from the cold. But getting back to the open-endedness: if you find more comfort in imagining yourself lost in a snowstorm, wandering listlessly in a field with no signs of life except for a lone lantern that doesn’t seem to be getting any closer – her music can satisfy that need as well. It’s at both times heavenly and foreboding depending on your mood. I wouldn’t say her entire discography follows these rules, with lots of lo-fi early material going for a more cathartic, noisy and chaotic approach, but her later works are up for interpretation in this framework. On the baseline, though, it feels incredibly human and natural, organic and grown straight from an emotive spirit.
Now that we have an idea of what we’re getting into here, I’m going to chronologically break down Harris’ discography. First with her main releases as Grouper, then moving onto the various splits, side projects and alter-aliases, then finally onto some rogue singles that I’d kick myself for not including. After getting a good idea on what everything in the discography sounds like (for the most part), I go into certain specific sounds or emotions for each release with bite-size summaries in the “I’m Looking For…” section. Lastly, I try my best at a flowchart to help you with your musical journey through Grouper’s vast catalog of releases, choosing two albums that can be your potential liftoff points that can take you into markedly different territories. Harris has accumulated something resembling a devoted cult around all her material (I feel lucky to count myself as a member), so I hope I don’t peeve any Grouper-heads with my analysis. In the end though, this is about discovery. There’s a lot to choose from here, so I hope you do end up finding something you love. And Liz if you somehow end up reading this: thank you for releasing your art to the wild, it has helped a lot of people out.
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