Showing posts with label Art Punk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art Punk. Show all posts

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Pretty Girls Make Graves - 2004 Good Health (Reissue)


Band : Pretty Girls Make Graves
Album : Good Health (Reissue)
Release Year : 2004
Genre : Indie | Art Punk | Experimental

Tracklist :
01. "Speakers Push the Air"
02. "If You Hate Your Friends, You're Not Alone"
03. "Sad Girls Por Vida"
04. "The Get Away"
05. "untitled"
06. "More Sweet Soul"
07. "Ghosts in the Radio"
08. "Bring It On Golden Pond"
09."By the Throat"

Reissue tracks :
10. "3 Away"
11. "Modern Day Emma Goldman"
12. "Liquid Courage"
13. "Head South"

Pretty Girls Make Graves was an American art punk band which formed in 2001 in Seattle, Washington, United States and intitally consisted of Andrea Zollo (vocals), Derek Fudesco (bass, vocals), Jay Clark (guitar, keybards), Nathan Thelen (guitar) and nick dewitt (drums). Thelen left in 2004 and that same year, keyboardist Leona Marrs joined the band. In 2007, the band broke up partially due to Dewitt’s decision to leave the band (although he would play with the band through their final concert).
The band was was formed in Seattle and named after The Smiths song of the same name (which itself was named after a quote from Jack Kerouac’s The Dharma Bums). Andrea Zollo and Derek Fudesco had played together previously in The Hookers, as well as The Death Wish Kids and Area 51 along with Dann Gallucci, with whom Derek had formed The Murder City Devils. Not long before the The Murder City Devils disbanded, Derek and Andrea formed Pretty Girls Make Graves along with Jay Clark, Nick Dewitt and Nathan Thelen. They played the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival in 2004.

Back in the beginning of 2007, when Seattle based art-punkers Pretty Girls Make Graves announced their impending split after a few additional shows it really didn’t come as much of a surprise. The tension was not only apparent on record but it was pretty easy to tell in a live atmosphere, on stage it almost exuded off of them. Really it was something that gave the band’s first few recordings such a visceral sense of urgency in the first place, it was never a drawback in the musical sense. They managed to walk the line between noise and pop with ease, almost willingly taking hops into either side as they please. This tenacity was always a strong point of PGMG, making their early records, not to mention live sets, a cluster*** of buzzy emotion.

Conflict was bound to rise with the self-described ‘jam band’ recorders though. Giving equal footing to one another in the studio, as lead singer Andrea Zollo described herself and the band (to exclaim.ca) as extremely strong minded, but that they tended not to agree musically. It helped diversify the record, and you can hear the gang-recording in the music, the LP feels almost communal, as if Zollo is just a representative of the hoard. Her own personal diatribes transcending to those of the masses; it also helps that the music is epic. Good Health is less a record of a singular mind or idea, and more of a collection of thoughts and aspirations of a distanced 20-something learning life’s stupid lessons all at once and usually away from home. It’s engaging, jarring, accessible but still technical, loud and hook laden -- oh yeah, and punk as ***.

The break-up aside, when the band followed up their stellar debut EP with this album it was almost a logical progression. The rougher hardcore edges of their brand of booming art-punk were smoothed. They began to rely more heavily on the guitar work of J Clark and Nathan Thelen, allowing them to craft killer licks rather than a mash of chaos (“More Sweet Soul” & “If You Hate Your Friends…”) Derek Fudesco’s bass is still the main source of reverb, as he’s mixed gut wrenchingly low and raw, but it just propels the manic drum work of Nick Dewitt, who can easily take the spotlight if he tries (see “Ghosts In The Radio” & “Sad Girls Por Vida.”) His mix of classic jazz drumming paired with a hardcore penchant for off-beats just enhances the structure being placed around him.
Really the drums are the weight that keep the band’s feet planted firmly in the squall, regardless of how hard they may try for organization. He and Fudesco keep the music on edge; which is imperative for a collection of songs so heavily reliant on their volatile mash of noise, jangle and clash. Pretty Girls Make Graves are more than adept and Good Health practically bleeds pop-savy technicality, each song rife with infectious riffs, maniac drums and almost an overabundance of fist-pumping, head-banging hooks.

As it kind of always was and definitely would blatantly become, Good Health is still the Andrea Zollo show. Honestly it’s probably the best season, her invigorated yelps and thunderous growls are at their fullest, even her softer performance on “The Get Away” exhibits a venomous quality. Though, this whole I could kick your ass persona Andrea exudes is just a bonus to her performances on record. There are times when she just seriously sounds psychotic (album standout “By The Throat”), in the best way possible. Her ability to switch from an angelic coo to a earth-shaking scream on a dime was always impressive, but it was her proficiency with which she uses her voice that always made her stand out. It wasn’t so much that she could, but more so that Andrea knew when and where to stick the tension, or to bring back the hooks -- and regardless of how the band may have been writing the tunes in the studio, it was still Zollo who was the selling point in the end.

Her on record persona (not to mention gravitational stage presence), albeit a bit rough, was never too concerned with itself. In reality, that assertion probably couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Seeing as Zollo would later garner an abundance of “control freak” jibes amongst many rumors; but at least on Good Health she still seems more concerned with the music compared to her own image. Which is a good thing, being that in the end what gives Good Health it’s (immense) replay value is just that sense of teetering madness; the vitality of the entire group of musicians seemingly at odds with itself right from the start lends the album an air of purpose, like these people believe so much in what they had to say that they’d suffer through each other to deliver it. Thankfully you don’t need to suffer through anything to hear it, Good Health is a doctor recommended excursion from front to back.





Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Sick Lipstick - 2003 Sting Sting Sting


Band : The Sick Lipstick
Album : Sting Sting Sting
Release Year : 2003
Genre : Noise / Indie / Art punk

Tracklist : 
1. Go To Bed!
2. Thigh Master, I'm Yr Master
3. Sting Sting Sting
4. Pretend I'm Sleeping
5. 10-4 Can You Read Me?
6. Mommy's At The Grocery Store
7. Zombie Cookie
8. Knit Stitch / Crotch Itch
9. Come Get Yr Eggs
10. Get Up! Catch Up!
11. She's Got A Broken Femur
12 Cats Are Dangerous

Such a dirty mouth Ms. Lindsey Gillard has! Behind the head-splitting no-wave/art-punk cacophony of steady drum skin bruising and grating guitar noise, Gillard yelps humorously obscene childlike bathroom scrawling for the entire length of this 28 minute release. You wouldn’t know it from just listening, though- the lyrics are only intelligible when you hold the liner notes in front of your face. Santa Claus insemination, erogenous hair pulling, both fallen and pulled down pantaloons, tongue enforced retching- it’s all here and it’s all charmingly screeched like Sixteen Candles-era Molly Ringwald on helium injected ecstasy.
Part cancer paranoia, part coitus masochism, the standout second track “Thigh Master, I’m Yr Master” includes a tiny sprinkling of keyboard to give the otherwise discordant seizure number some harmony. “Pretend I’m Sleeping,” with its off-color comatose sex subject matter would sound offensive if it weren’t for Gillard’s pig-tails and mini-skirt delivery--making lines such as “No I didn’t want to scrape it out / When your sperm crashed through” sound almost cute--like infants cussing. Sting Sting Sting is, if nothing else, a fun little record to use to frighten conservative music listeners.
Like a frighteningly straight God is My Co-Pilot, The Sick Lipstick won’t find themselves being spun ‘n scanned in my player very often due to my limited tolerance, and I believe many others’ (which sadly makes the style a bit novelty, mix-tape fodder, or both) for the new-no-wave genre in heavy doses. The juxtaposition of Gillard’s explicitly raunchy howling with her childlike voice give Sting Sting Sting a hole-in-the-wall-looking-into-the-dirty-Catholic-schoolgirl-dressing-room feel. Besides, when was the last time you heard anyone beyond early grade school scream “I’ve got mud on my pants! Mud on my pants!”? Probably no one—until you get to track two. 


GET IT!



The Sick Lipstick - 2002 The Sick Lipstick EP


Band : The Sick Lipstick
Album : The Sick Lipstick EP
Release Year : 2002
Genre : Noise / Indie / Art Punk

Tracklist : 
1 The Bloody Ropes 
2 Creamy Plastic Pink Leotard 
3 Sermon From Between His Legs 
4 Smudged Lipstick 
5 Cardinal Newman 
6 Let Me See Your Woman's Bump

Toronto's Sick Lipstick fuses no wave, punk, and hints of riot grrrl into a challenging, confrontational sound. The band formed in 2001 after the likeminded Black Cat #13 disbanded; that band's singer, Lindsay Gillard, and keyboardist, Mark McLean, recruited guitarist Allan Graham and drummer Adrian to flesh out their new project's lineup. The group began recording and touring early that year, including gigs with the Swirlies, North of America, and XBXRX; despite some recording hassles that occurred that fall, and the addition of new drummer Dennis Amos, by early 2002 the band was ready to record its debut EP. Sick Lipstick came out that summer on the Sound Virus imprint. Around that time, Sick Lipstick also appeared on a split 7" with the aforementioned XBXRX and Quintron.  So, for the first post here's their debut recording, a 6-track EP from 2002.