Wilco: Sky Blue Sky

Sky Blue Sky has taught me an important lesson: Knee-jerk reactions are just that, my own included.

I was pretty quick to jump on the Wilco bashing when I heard the first few leaked tracks. Then I bought a vinyl copy (180-gram, free CD included!), and it’s about the only album I’ve listened to consistently the past few weeks.

Looking back, I did the same with Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, thinking it was a little too weird for me. And now we’re turning our backs on Jeff Tweedy for being a little too … well, normal. If nothing else, Sky Blue Sky deserved a more patient listen, more time.

Granted, some of the lyrics are goofy (“I trust no emotion/I believe in locomotion” and just about all of Hate it Here) and Glenn Kotche is terribly underutilized as a percussionist (listen to I Am Trying to Break Your Heart to hear the difference). Yet there’s a striking sense of clarity on the record. At first, I was worried Nels Cline’s lovemaking to his guitar would weigh down the record. But I’ve even grown to appreciate a little extended solo. (The solo on Impossible Germany “is tits,” was how a friend put it.)

If Yankee Hotel was a complicated listen for its weird tendencies, then Sky Blue Sky is just as compelling for its cleaned-up edges. I like Jeff Tweedy’s versatility. I like that probably a lot of people expected another record in the vein of Yankee Hotel and A Ghost is Born. And that Sky Blue Sky’s almost disarming normalcy causes such unease. So Tweedy’s so-called passive approach must be at fault here and not our constricted expectations.

Really, listen to it again.

  • Wilco | You Are My Face

Scrubbles.net says: Moonbabies

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Moonbabies At The Ballroom (Hidden Agenda)

Moonbabies At The BallroomAt the Ballroom marks the fourth album from Swedish indie pop duo Moonbabies (full disclosure: I haven’t heard albums #1-3). This male/female pair creates atmospheric, melodic soundscapes awash in tinkly keyboards and acoustic guitars, an effect best displayed on the must-downloads “War On Sound” and “Take Me To The Ballroom”. Their music mostly takes its cues from the early ’90s shoegazer bands (especially on “Cocobelle”), but their distinct lack of edginess makes the group a My Bloody Valentine for kids who weren’t yet born when Loveless came out. Not that they’re immune from other influences; I can appreciate how they lifted the guitar riff from The Crystals’ “Then He Kissed Me” for “Shout It Out”, but otherwise it’s a pretty boring song. Overall, the album might be something useful to have on the iPod while sipping a Starbucks Orange Créme Frapuccino® — a pleasant diversion smothered in its own sense of faux hipness.

Moonbabies at the Ballroom releases today. Download at eMusic or buy the album at Amazon.com.

  • The Moonbabies | Take Me to the Ballroom

Bark Bark Bark

I’m a little embarrassed that Dodge at My Old KENTUCKY Blog beat me to the punch on an Arizona artist. Hey, what’re you gonna do?

No matter. I’ve seen the name Bark Bark Bark around town for quite some time now, then I saw a Retard Disco sampler at Stinkweeds and figured it was the opportune time to listen.

From my limited sampling of his music, Bark Bark Bark (who signs his checks Jacob Cooper … wait, do people still use checks?) is cut from the same cloth as artists like Panther, who has been featured here prominently. It’s a one-man show, all freaky and fractured electro-pop. Bark Bark Bark is from Tucson, but he reminds me a bit of Phoenix artist Treasure Mammal, who perhaps lays on the irony a little thicker.

You can buy Bark Bark Bark’s new LP, Haunts, at Retard Disco.

  • Bark Bark Bark | Gtfo
  • Bark Bark Bark | I’m Needy (Milk:Blood remix)
  • Weekend itinerary

    While I’m in Chicago this weekend for a bachelor party (woot!), my fellow Phoenicians have a plethora of shows from which to choose.

    TONIGHT:
    The Album Leaf with Lymbyc Systym and Back Ted N-Ted at the Brickhouse in Phoenix.

    SUNDAY:
    Voxtrot with Au Revoir Simone and Futurekind at Anderson’s Fifth Estate in Scottsdale.

    MONDAY:
    Blue Scholars and Common Market at the Hidden House in Phoenix or Sparta at the Clubhouse in Tempe.

    Albert Hammond Jr. at Martini Ranch last night

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    I’d listened to Albert Hammond’s Yours to Keep just a few times via Rhapsody, and, even though I really like it, I kept my expectations for his live show in check. Needless to say, he was outstanding, skinny/white jeans notwithstanding. (Also, the vest-with-T-shirt look is so in right now.)

    Maybe there’s nothing to it, but should we read anything into the Strokes taking the year off and Hammond’s burgeoning solo career being so well-received? He insists that isn’t the case.

    More on Hammond to come, including a possible entry into the I Used to Love H.E.R. series.

    • Albert Hammond Jr. | Cartoon Music for Superheroes

    Phat Kat: Cold Steel

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    I recently read a little bit about Detroit rapper Phat Kat, the first time I’d heard of him, which is fitting seeing as how that story details his success in Europe and relative obscurity in the U.S.

    Analog Giant already has been up in your face about fellow Detroit emcee/producer Black Milk, who makes an appearance on Phat Kat’s Carte Blanche, released last month on Look Records.

    Phat Kat (aka Ronnie Cash) not only name-checks Phoenix, AZ, on Nasty Ain’t It, he also has worked with J Dilla, so you probably shouldn’t need any more proof to check it out. But if you do, Cold Steel (courtesy Spinner) should set you straight. Have you ever heard such a menacing bass line?

    • Phat Kat (feat. Elzhi) | Cold Steel

    TONIGHT: Finally. El-P is at the Clubhouse in Tempe. Get your tickets. I was fortunate to talk to him for my day job. Check it out.

    TV on the Radio: Live at Amoeba EP

    This might very well be the first (and last?) post here ever on TV on the Radio. See, my boy Royce is crazy about ’em, and I’ve tried to get into ’em and it just hasn’t stuck the way I (or he) had hoped. Whenever I offer the dismissive shrug followed by “eh,” I get the evil eye.

    So, this one is for Royce, who could use your donations as he grows something sort of resembling a mustache for a good cause.

    TV on the Radio played the fantastic Amoeba Records in Hollywood on Sept. 22, 2006. A four-song EP has been released, and I snagged it after racking up some Stinkweeds credit for a minor cleansing of unwanted CDs.

    Buy the EP at (where else?) Amoeba.

    • TV on the Radio | Wolf Like Me (live at Amoeba)

    View some video and interview footage, courtesy of Amoeba.