Stateless … again

I talked a little about Stateless back in August 2005, when the group was hustling its Bloodstream EP.

I’m happy to say now Stateless has a full-length ready for release, a self-titled effort coming out June 19 on !K7. If you’re the type who likes to play name association (as I sometimes am), Stateless singer Chris James spent a good chunk of last year – 70 shows in 19 countries – touring with the great DJ Shadow (James appeared on Erase You on Shadow’s The Outsider).

On the Stateless LP, you can sense a little bit of Shadow rubbing off – pretty soundscapes punctuated by drums, both live and programmed. Mostly, Stateless (from Leeds) seamlessly blends classic piano sounds with more modern collage techniques of sampling and turntablism. It’s a tricky balance, and one the group pulls off with nary a glitch on tracks like Exit, the lead single, and Down Here, one of those songs I’m all too eager to tell friends about and put on mixes.

  • Stateless | Exit
  • Stateless | Down Here (studio session)

(Two more stripped-down versions of songs – Horizon and Running Out – available on the group’s Web site.)

I Used to Love H.E.R.: Jamie Radford

The 13th installment of I Used to Love H.E.R., a series in which artists/bloggers/writers discuss their most essential or favorite hip-hop albums (read intro) comes from Jamie Radford, a Georgia-based hip-hop artist, lawyer, freelance writer and general Internet impresario. Jamie responded quickly and intelligently when I asked him to take part, and he schools us on the South.

Jamie Radford on MySpace | Jamie Radford’s blog | Jamie Radford at Last.fm

Goodie Mob
Still Standing (LaFace, 1998)

“Still Standing” was one of those albums that hit me kind of late. It was something I bought early on in the history of my hip-hop fan-dom, probably because I found a used copy of it at Troy, Alabama’s only CD store, and I had heard “They Don’t Dance No Mo'” on Montgomery rap radio. And for a long time, it sat in its case, in my stack of neglected CD’s, until one day I randomly put it on, looking for some new sounds for my ears. I remember lying in my bed, half-asleep, just letting the music wash over me, when “Black Ice” starting floating through the air, and I was unexpectedly moved.

I say “unexpected,” because, at the time, South Alabama was being slammed with rap records out of New Orleans and Memphis: hard-hitting, instantly gratifying, glossy beats under drawled out hooks and shouts. For some reason, I had put Goodie Mob in the same mental compartment as these other Southern acts – like Atlanta’s version of Tru or Three-Six Mafia or something. I mean, they had “Mob,” in their name, and “They Don’t Dance No Mo'” usually followed “Make ‘Em Say Ungh” on the radio, so, why not?

But “Black Ice” was so smooth, and the raps were so … mentally stimulating. Listening to other Southern rappers, I had never been struck with the sense that rapping was a very difficult skill to acquire. But the opening verses were so complex, so quick, and what was this beat? This light organ floating in the background, these carefully placed kicks, this tick-tick that I sort of recognized. And then Gipp’s verse, then Big Boi’s, then.. holy shit.. Andre Benjamin’s. This was actually one of the first moments at which I really listened to either member of Outkast in this kind of light. This was probably the most skilled rapping I had ever heard.

When “They Don’t Dance” came on, I noticed elements I had never appreciated about this record. That little synth sound popping in the background, the depth of the verses. Then “Beautiful Skin!” Who was this strange-sounding rapper with this amazing verse about skillfully chatting up a dignified woman at a respectable singles joint? Was there other rap music out there like this? Needless to say, in the next weeks I got my hands on every Dungeon Family album available (Witchdoctor’s ” S.W.A.T. Healing Ritual, another favorite; Cool Breeze’s joint; all the Outkast albums available to date; the first Goodie Mob album). And for a while, these albums became permanent fixtures in my listening–I had been looking for a replacement for the Nirvana albums that had previously gotten me through each day, and I had found it. There was a darkness, a seriousness, an emotion in Goodie Mob that the other hip-hop I listened to hadn’t provided. It was a brand new kind of music.

The production on “Still Standing” is something that is still rare on hip-hop albums. The beats, like other Southern rap albums, are slow, with a prominent tick-tick double time represented in nearly every song. The vocal delivery has as much to do with inflection of the voice as with the content of the rhymes. But there’s also something unique about it. The samples are typically light and smooth (like the guitar part on “Beautiful Skin” or the brief piano and string hits on “Gutta Butta”), rather than the synth-blasts on No Limit or Cash Money records. The vocals have a heavy level of reverb, spreading the sound out throughout the beat, and smoothing out the overall mix.

And the lyricism is among the most complex recorded to date. Both Cee-Lo and Khujo’s raps take the form of fairly straightforward, interesting narratives, but both T-Mo and Gipp fill their verses with rhyme-heavy, drawled out word-pictures, packed with meaning and open to interpretation. Topping it all off are a couple of highly-memorable verses by Cee-Lo, most notably the tragic story of drug-dealing and prison at the end of “I Refuse Limitation” (which is also one of the most compelling hip-hop beats ever crafted), and the car-jacking tale in “Gutta Butta” (“I value both of our lives more than this here car!”).

“Still Standing,” along with the Fugee’s “The Score” is the album that most contributed to my love of and respect for hip-hop. And its still the album against which I sound-check all my own music: trying my best, usually in vain, to match the balance of bassy lows and stimulating highs, the level of reverb on the vocals, the gain on the snare. And now that I’ve moved to Atlanta, the album has acquired more meaning, as I pass by the name-checked streets and landmarks, and begin to better appreciate the city that inspired this music. I will forever remain in awe at the skill and attention to quality that went into this album, and can only hope that, in my own music, I maintain the integrity that Goodie Mob did in crafting “Still Standing.”

  • Goodie Mob | Black Ice

The Ponys on the Current

I expressed some love for the Ponys last week, and now I’m going full tilt, which means I recorded the group’s appearance on Minnesota Public Radio’s the Current and split it into individual mp3s.

Looks like I can redeem myself for missing them in Phoenix last month by catching them at the Pitchfork Music Festival this summer. (Although, I’m not traveling 1,800 miles just for them. This concept of GZA performing the whole of Liquid Swords is the main draw … for now.)

So here’s a nice, three-song set to enjoy while I go swimming (it’s supposed to be 103 degrees today) with my nieces.

The Ponys, on MPR’s the Current, 5/4/07:

  • We Shot the World.
  • Exile on My Street.
  • Turn the Lights Out.

RJD2 with Pigeon John tonight

Here’s a show you should go to because, well, I can’t. This is the last time I miss a show for work (foreshadowing … semi-major announcement pending).

RJD2’s new record, The Third Hand, got panned in Pitchfork. And I can’t say I necessarily disagree. Still, that doesn’t diminish the great work he’s previously done. I think I could whittle down The Third Hand to about five or so tracks worth keeping.

Then there’s Pigeon John. Well, I’m a big fan after seeing him live last fall. (Of course, it helps that he contributed to my hip-hop feature.)

They’re playing the Clubhouse in Tempe.

Also, Modest Mouse is at Mesa Amphitheatre.

And in a strange coincidence, Andy Rourke, formerly of the Smiths, is in town for a guest DJ spot at the Rogue. Word has it Johnny Marr could head over after the Modest Mouse show to make it half of a Smiths reunion. Except, you know, they’ll be twiddling with their iPods and CDs.

El-P: Flyentology (Cassettes Won’t Listen remix)

Tasmanian Pain Coaster?

I gotta say, I’ve never been a huge fan of Nine Inch Nails and/or Trent Reznor, but his pairing with El-P on Flyentology is pretty great.

And this might be a rare instance where I prefer a remix to the original. This mix, by Cassettes Won’t Listen, seems to drop the tempo by just a notch, making it more of a head-nodder. The vocals feel more out in front of the mix, and the synth line underneath it all is slightly ominous, sorta what you’d expect from an El-P track.

Reminder: El-P at the Clubhouse in Tempe on May 23.

  • El-P | Flyentology (Cassettes Won’t Listen remix)

Also, El-P performing The Overly Dramatic Truth live at SXSW (via M+TV)

EDIT: Looks like video not working. I’ll check back later and embed again.

“Let’s tip Al mad money”

As mentioned in the previous post – the quasi-review of John Vanderslice’s performance at Modified – JV was jonesing for cheese pizza. Through the miracle of YouTube, the Exact Moment of Pizza Delivery can be viewed by all.

I must admit, I felt kind of sorry for the delivery guy, Al, an older gentelman who surely didn’t expect to walk into a room of younger folks – then onto the stage – in a scene that must have felt a tad patronizing. But the guy did walk out with a grip of cash.

(Thanks to the anonymous commenter from previous post for the link.)

Also YouTubed was the outdoor singing by JV and St. Vincent of Nikki Oh Nikki to conclude the show:

Why John Vanderslice is admired above all others

1. Another amazing show on Tuesday at Modified, the second in almost exactly a year.

2. He brought people from crowd on stage to play bass and sing backup vocals. This is such a simple gesture that turns what could be another live show into a pretty sincere and genuine moment.

3. Time Travel is Lonely. Damn.

4. He asked someone in crowd to order pizza – extra large, cheese.

5. He talked about said pizza all night.

6. When pizza arrived, someone blurted out: “Hey. The pizza’s here!” Kinda like in Naked Gun, when that fan spots Frank Drebin and shouts, “Hey! It’s Enrico Palazzo!”

7. Domino’s delivery man, Al, arrived and handed pizza to JV on stage. JV then proceeded to collect more than $100 tip for the guy.

8. He brought the gorgeous St. Vincent back on stage to play bass. Bless him.

9. He encouraged recording, videotaping, YouTubing, etc.

10. He took everyone outside to finish the show by singing (with St. Vincent) Nikki Oh Nikki in the dirt parking lot adjacent to Modified. So cool. (UPDATE: YouTube video has been posted.)

11. He invited everyone back inside for a “dance party” – “We’re going to listen to Nas and Clipse.” Seriously.

12. When I chatted with him afterward, he said, “Thanks for caring.” Whaaaat? No musician says that. Is this guy for real?

13. New album due in July. (Information at Barsuk.)

14. He promised return trip.

15. Papa John’s arrived after show with two more pizzas.

New UNKLE album cover/tracklisting

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NME posted the tracklisting for UNKLE’s forthcoming album, War Stories, due July 24 in the U.S. Guests on the album include Josh Homme from Queens of the Stone Age, Ian Astbury of the Cult and the Duke Spirit.

More info on pre-ordering and such at the group’s MySpace.

Tracklisting:

1. Intro
2. Chemistry
3. Hold My Hand
4. Restless (feat. Josh Homme)
5. Keys To The Kingdom (feat. Gavin Clark)
6. Price You Pay
7. Burn My Shadow (feat. Ian Astbury)
8. May Day (feat. The Duke Spirit)
9. Persons & Machinery (feat. Autolux)
10. Twilight (feat. 3D)
11. Morning Rage
12. Lawless
13. Broken (feat. Gavin Clark)
14. When Things Explode (feat. Ian Astbury)

The Ponys: Turn the Lights Out

ponys.jpgIt’s probably time to talk about this album because I’ve been obsessed with it the past couple of weeks. This here is not cutting-edge blogging, seeing as how it was released in March, but you understand, don’t you?

No matter, sometimes it takes time for a record to reveal itself. And I’m not sure what made me check it out – though I think the sorta creepy-cool cover had something to do with it. The Ponys also rolled through Phoenix a few weeks ago with Deerhunter and, alas, I missed it due to work obligations. I think the regret made my want burn more.

And now Turn the Lights Out is one of my favorites of the year. (To recap, favorites of the year so far include: Low, Drums and Guns; El-P, I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead; The National, Boxer; Busdriver, RoadKillOvercoat; and, now, the Ponys, Turn the Lights Out.) Knowing nothing of the Ponys’ previous efforts, I also was intrigued that a friend, who plays in punk-rock buzzsaw Tokyo Electron, talked up the Ponys; I’d figured our musical tastes were somewhat divergent, and here we’d found a common ground, some meeting point between his taste of punk and mine of hazy, guitar rock.

I guess, in a way, that sums up what I like about the record: The tempo and energy just about approach its punk roots, but it always pulls back into swirling, gray-cloud guitars. Chunky synths and distortion are the name of the game here: reverb, reverb and a little more reverb.

  • The Ponys | Double Vision

Daytrotter hosted a session with the Ponys in March.

Matador has another mp3 available for Poser Psychotic, about which singer Jered Gummere explains to Daytrotter: “To sum this one up, it’s basically about people who act crazy even though they’re not, so people think there is this really crazy cool artist when they’re just a fucking poser.”

And if anyone has the unreleased Festival Ghost, I’d be in your debt if it were to magically appear in my e-mail inbox.