A group of Canadian writers and music fans explore the Polaris Prize shortlist - one album per week prior to the awarding of the prize on September 20, 2010. The opinions expressed in this blog are those of their authors; none of the authors are affiliated with the Polaris Prize organization, its sponsors, the jurors, or the nominated artists.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Dave's Chad VanGaalen Review
It’s obvious each song plays its role perfectly contributing to the larger meaning and themes of the album. That theme, by the way is death. But not the kind of death that makes us uncomfortable, but the kind of death that makes us seeks answers within ourselves to the life beyond and our experience in this time. Which is why when listening to “Soft Airplane” you’ll find yourself drifting off into the imagery created by Chad’s lyrics (“I can hear the cries of the dead/Maybe its your Neighbor/Beating his dog in the basement”) to suddenly be snapped back by the unique textures created by non-traditional instruments and arrangements.
That juxtaposition is the key to this album’s ability to act as escapism into Chad VanGaalen’s world. It’s an adventure of the undiscovered. While exploring the infinite and unanswerable questions of death there seems to be a childlike innocence in VanGaalen’s method. It feel like he’s experimenting in the recording process rather than meticulously arranging in the writing process - but it works, simply because he’s trying it. Like when a small child finger-paints, or uses Play-Doh, it becomes instantly endearing because of the method. That is where the charm of “Soft Airplane” lies.
Chad VanGaalen has delivered a great record, as one of my fellow reviewers pointed out, there isn’t a bad song on “Soft Airplane”, however unlike Ryan, I feel the album has more cohesion and unity to it. Intentional or not is irrelevant, because for me, it’s part of the entire package, it’s the journey of “Soft Airplane” as a work of commercial art.
The one thing that Chad VanGaalen’s “Soft Airplane” has working against it, is that upon listening to the album several times, the novelty of these songs almost becomes predictable. For the listener it’s like a drug – they keep listening hoping to find that same magic they heard the first 5 or 7 listens – but it’s not going to happen, it’s never as good as the first time. “Soft Airplane” is the kind of album that is best is small doses, it reminds you how special it really can be that way.
There is no doubt that Chad VanGaalen’s career will be a wonder to watch in the coming years. His sheer talent will take his art places that will (hopefully) satisfy him, and along the way, he’ll have people follow him on the journey – just like Alice and followed the rabbit down the hole.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Gary's Chad VanGaalen Review
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Ryan's Chad VanGaalen review
As with any short story collection, you really have to consider each song on its individual merits. This can be both a blessing and a curse – if the songs are good, it makes the whole thing seem that much better, but it's harder to justify bad songs than it would be with a more concept-type album. Luckily, with this one, there aren't really any bad songs on here; they range from excellent (Bare Feet on Wet Griptape, City of Electric Light) to at its worst only fairly good (Frozen Energon, Phantom Anthills). Even those “weaker” songs on the album can only be described as such in relation to the other songs on the album – compared to most songs that appear on most albums released, they're still fairly strong tunes.
If I had one quibble with the album, it's that VanGaalen tends to wear his influences on his sleeve – most of the songs tended to remind me of songs by other artists, but done in a way that is evocative, rather than derivative. There's quite a range of those influences, as well; I heard strains of everything from Dylan, to Gord Downie's solo work, to Nine Inch Nails, to Edwyn Collins' modern classic Girl Like You. VanGaalen's clearly someone with a great love of music, and it shows throughout the album.
Chad VanGaalen's eventually going to build up a huge, 'mainstream success' name for himself, at some point in the future if not with this album. Maybe it'll come after appearing on the soundtrack of a popular indie film, a la Kimya Dawson on Juno, so you might as well check him out now, so you can tell your friends that you've been listening to him for years. The fact that you'll get to listen to some great tunes at the same time doesn't hurt at all, either.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Dave's Elliott Brood Review
Elliott Brood will one day win a Polaris Prize, but I feel this year is not their year. This year they are the band that is too strong to ignore; with an album that is consistently good from top to bottom. Thematically it’s strong, and production (maybe it’s strongest area) is magical at points, the album has moments where your mind will escape into it, but I found myself always losing a connection at some point for some reason.
Where Elliot Brood succeeds is not allowing their music and songwriting to have limits. Any band that banjo picks usually succumb to the “bluegrass” label instantly, but not Elliot Brood. You hesitate to label them a bluegrass band or a country band or even a rock band, when you hear this album it’s just good music – and good music is limitless.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Ryan's Elliott Brood Review
What I really wasn't expecting was how much this album would remind me of a punk album. I first got that feeling listening to Brood's raspy singingg voice, which at times reminded me of Tim Armstrong or The Distillers' Brody Dalle. The more I thought about it, though, the deeper that connection became; you've got an album driven by energetic, fast-paced guitar rhythms, relatively simple-sounding chord progressions, and an independent, DYI attitude. True, it's completely devoid of any of the outward trappings and cultural detritus usually associated with punk music, but the heart of it is the same.
Another enjoyable surprise while listening to this album was how much capital-F Fun it is to listen to. It's a rhythmic, melodious album, and there were a few times that I caught myself tapping my feet along to the beat, especially on tracks like 'Write It All Down For You' and 'Chuckwagon'. When evaluating an album, people usually try to think about more serious concerns than that, but it's an important consideration to keep in mind.
Now, while I did enjoy those elements of the disc, Mountain Meadows is far from a perfect album. There's not a lot of variety from song to song, and as a result they tend to muddle together. Some might say that that's further evidence of the punk influences on the album, but nevertheless I think that it's a mark against the album. There's also nothing really profound about the lyrics found throughout it; again, they're fun enough, but on the whole there wasn't anything there that I found particularly remarkable. On the whole, I'd have to say that sums up my overall feeling about the album - while it's pleasantly surprising at times, and fun to listen to, it doesn't stick with you the way a great album should.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Gary's Elliott Brood Review
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Aaron's Hey Rosetta! Review
Hey Rosetta! a six-piece out of St. John's, NFLD are making it difficult for those eager to file them under the 'celtic-folk/rock' cliche by offering something strangely different than their postal code suggests. And although the tiny populous of their home town would usually have Tim Baker (vocals/guitar/piano) and camp following suit and producing 'ditties' - lest we forget that Eastern Canada has a rich history when it comes to all things 'indie-rock' and is probably due for a heritage commercial itself.
Haligonians, Sloan began their career as My Bloody Valentine enthusiasts and were shoegazers long before they found the Beatles; Moncton's basement dwellers, Eric's Trip were more lo-fi than Steve Malkmus's armpit hair, yet Seattle still came calling; and then there's fellow Newfoundlanders Hardship Post who created enough angsty rock that they ditched their stay at the shire and moved to Halifax to gain more attention during the Pop Explosion era. So it shouldn't come as a shock that a band like HR! should not only exist in the East Coast, but should make the Polaris shortlist for their album, Into Your Lungs (and around your heart and on through your blood).
The album creeps and meanders to life much like A Ghost is Born did for Wilco - slow and calculated with the isolated singer introducing his tale. The difference here is that instead of a listless Jeff Tweedy warning us about the affects of spousal abuse, we have singer, Baker, slightly more alert, setting up what sounds like a plan for escape: "it's time to go/what's to come only fate can show/see her move like a toreador/wielding her cloak and sword." That's not to say that HR! resembles or sounds like Wilco, but they do tread similar enigmatic waters and rootsy origins, and take severe musical turns when necessary. "New Goodbye" introduces the blueprint for Into Your Lungs, which thematically runs the gamut as far as "life experiences" are concerned, but instead of sounding preachy or philosophical about the band's current or past revelations, Baker seems to project a celebratory reaction to all that comes before him, "but often it happens you know, that things you don't trust are the ones you need most," croons Baker on the album's finale, "Psalm."
HR! mostly succeeds with their strong musical interplay and ability to shift dynamics within a song without making it seem too mathy. Lungs teeters between emotionally charged rockers like the Veils-esque, "I've Been Asleep for a Long, Long Time," to sorrowful weepers like "Open Arms" which would not sound out of place on a Win Butler solo record. (And no, it's not a Journey cover). Elsewhere we have the back-to-back offering of "Black Heart" and "Red Heart" with the latter being the standout between the two and the wistful piano ballad, "Tired Eyes" are just some of the gems that can be heard on the hour-long disc. Oh, and they don't totally alienate their brethren as there's enough fiddles and whatnot to keep them safe on Grandma's Christmas list.
If there's any one complaint it would have to be the amount of music to sift through because we all know our new shuffle-society seems to struggle with anything of grand proportions these days. There's a lot to digest here, but the good part about decent music is that it eventually finds the right hands/ears, gets heard, and thankfully the right people were listening.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Ryan's Hey Rosetta Review
After a few more listens, though, I had an epiphany: this is not an album about being experienced, even if a song like 'I've Been Asleep for a Long Long Time' might suggest that it is. Rather, it's actually an album about feeling like you've got things figured out, but then going out into the world and realizing how little you actually know, and then using that information to build a more realistic view of the world. That's a very subtle difference, and it's a mark of the band's songwriting ability that they're able to work so much into the album's themes.
If you listen to the album from front to back, you can hear a pattern start to develop throughout tit; the first couple of tracks are upbeat and slightly pop-ish, and then the album gets quieter for a bit, before coming back stronger and more assured of itself by the end. The fact that the same pattern reproduces itself on the level of individual songs, especially in 'Tired Eyes' and 'Holy Shit', leaves the listener with the impression that this is no accident, but rather something done intentionally, and it's something that resonates with that thematic experience. Overall, one gets the impression that Hey Rosetta wasn't the same band at the end of the album as they were when it began.
Lyrically, Into Your Lungs is a very strong album, but again, it is such in a very subtle way. There's aren't many individual lyrics that you can point at and say “That's a great song lyric” to show how forceful they are (with the possible exception of one line from 'A Thousand Suns' - “May every breath you breathe be built around sacred things”). Rather, it's one where Baker creates these introspective lyrical landscapes. By themselves, they would sound somewhat overly romantic, but the rest of the band fills the songs out, providing a more somatic balance to the lyrics. There are plenty of great hooks and riffs throughout the album, but they're all there in a way that serves the lyrical content, rather than trying to overpower it. That balance reminded me of Counting Crows' early material, although it also fits in quite well with a lot of the greats of the Canadian indie scene, like Sloan or the Weakerthans.
If anything, the subtlety that the album displays might hurt it with some audiences, as a casual listen won't necessarily bring out all the textures of the band's sound. Put on some headphones, though, find some time to listen to the whole album beginning to end, and you won't be disappointed.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Gary's Hey Rosetta! Review
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Deedle's Hey Rosetta! Review
Burn Baby Burn!
Let’s Paint A Picture:
A woodstove in the middle of log cabin, the fire’s embers glow. A slow breeze from above stokes the fire just enough and the littlest flame is started. Kindling is slowly added to the bed of embers as the flames grow bigger and bigger. Without warning a full log is tossed onto our healthy fire, and in no time we have a roaring glow a blaze. The fire fills the room with warmth and excitement. If this was a movie, we’d pull back to reveal a band jamming around this wood stove – that band would be Hey Rosetta!
“Into Your Lungs” the bands Polaris short listed album has the feel of a rustic rock record, one that may actually have been created around a wood burning stove. From the album opener “New Goodbye” the songs start slow and build to a crescendo that is generally worth the wait to get to. For Hey Rosetta! the journey through the song, from top to bottom is what matters – there is not a lot of “radio hooks” on this album – and they deliver through arrangement.
Unique arrangements with piano, various guitars, what appear to sound like woodwind instruments and strings (don’t quote me but I may have heard brass in there as well), and all seem simple, but at the same time refreshing, it’s these layers within the songs that build and maintain the rustic atmosphere from top to bottom of the album.
What strikes me the most about this album is I imagine it being played and shared live more so than being listened to a lot. I’ve never seen Hey Rosetta! play live, but I can imagine they take these songs and force you into them when standing in the same room as them.
This is the part of the review where I compare it to something else you may be familiar with. To bring it back to the woodstove/roaring fire motif – the glow of the fire casts shadows on the walls; shadows that resemble Hawksley Workman’s “Lover/Fighter” album and The Weakerthans “The Reasons”. Fellow Canadian company that isn’t too bad to keep.
It surprised me how much I liked this album, but how much it has gone relatively undiscovered in circles I roll in. I don’t know who that says more about. Hopefully we’ll all be saying more about Hey Rosetta! because there is no doubt this disc will get “Into Your Lungs”, and circulate through your system. (Thanks for obliging the word play, I waited the whole review but decided I couldn’t resist)
deedle
Album #1 - Hey Rosetta
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Current Shortlist and Previous Winners
2006 - Final Fantasy, He Poos Clouds
2007 - Patrick Watson, Close to Paradise
2008 - Caribou, Andorra
The Polaris shortlist for 2009 was announced on July 7, 2009. The shortlist was decided on from a 40-album longlist:
Hey Rosetta, Into Your Lungs (and around in your heart and on through your blood)
Elliott Brood, Mountain Meadows
Chad VanGaalen, Soft Airplane
Fucked Up, The Chemistry of Modern Life
Malajube, Labyrinthes
K'Naan, Troubadour
Joel Plaskett, Three
Great Lake Swimmers, Lost Channels
Metric, Fantasies
Patrick Watson, Wooden Arms
Some History
The Polaris Music Prize is a juried prize that seeks to provide an award for Canadian music that focuses entirely on musical quality, rather than being determined by sales or music label connections.
Polaris jurors select the five albums by Canadian artists that they feel best meet the award criteria; from those, a long list of forty albums is compiled. From that long list, jurors are then asked to select five albums from the long list that they feel best meet the award criteria. The ten most popular choices from the long list comprise the short list. A Grand Jury of 11 individuals then vote to choose the Polaris winner, who will be announced on September 21 at the Masonic Temple in Toronto.