At its safest, LOSALIOS sounds like a surf twang band. At its most extreme, it sounds like the roof is coming off the fucking walls.
On its third album the end of the beauty, LOSALIOS expands its combination of jazz improvisation and rock ‘n’ roll grit.
the end of the beauty is a somewhat apt title, if your concept of “beauty” isn’t far removed from “pretty”. At times, this album can get downright ugly, but ugly in a way that’s beautiful.
On its previous album Colorado Shit Dog, LOSALIOS keyed into the grunge-meets-jazz template forged by former downtown New York improviser Wayne Horvitz. (He’s a former New Yorker; not a former improviser.)
This time, it sounds like LOSALIOS have taken a few pages from the playbook of John Zorn’s Naked City.
Strip away Zorn’s musical attention deficit disorder, and you end up with some hard, fast but ultimately tuneful pieces.
That’s the end of the beauty to the letter.
“Three Dog Night” and “Snake Eyes” borrow liberally from ’60s twang. “Faster Talking Heads” starts off with a very distinctly southern U.S. guitar style but eventually dissolves into a messy skonky fit.
“Kaze no Namae” starts off with a “Sing! Sing! Sing!” beat, gives way to a dissonant rock beat, then features an acoustic guitar solo.
“Chaser” is a long, fiery violin solo on top of folk guitar, and a bizzare bassline.
“Aurora ga Mai Kuruu Toki” bears — in spirit — a close resemblance to Zorn’s epic cut-and-paste pieces Spillane and Two-Lane Highway. It starts off quietly, then builds up and breaks down over the course of seven minutes.
The album gets much more dissonant toward the end. Arrange “Madorumi” for string quartet, and the Kronos Quartet could pass it off as a new commission.
The concluding track “Areno e Kaeru Monotachi e” is perhaps the crux of LOSALIOS’ aesthetic. The band plays a basic rock riff, but as the chords get heavier and the momentum builds, it explodes in a blast of dissonance.
It’s a fitting close to a wild and fiery album.
Guitarist Tsuchiya Masami shines throughout the end of the beauty, navigating rhythmic and harmonic complexities with ease. Wonderous bass player TOKIE may not play on all the tracks, but guest musicians Mick Karn and Dudley Phillips certainly keep up.
And somehow, leader Nakamura Tatsuya keeps it all together with some solid timekeeping drumming.
I’m still trying to figure out where in the spectrum of indie rock bands Remioromen falls, but singer Fujimaki Ryouta’s voice keeps distracting me.
It’s a damn fine voice.
It’s not as nostalgic as Spitz’s Kusano Masamune nor as heavy as WINO’s Yoshimura Atsushi. And it has none of the nasal power of soulsberry’s Ishizuka Tomohiko, Art-School’s Kinoshita Riki or Suneo Hair.
It’s just an appealing, clear, emotional voice. But it’s enough to lure a listener into Remioromen’s pop-ready indie songwriting.
About the only misstep on the band’s major label debut, Asagao, is the disco beat at the start of “Mame Denkyu”. (That’s so Glay.) The rest of the album is pretty damn catchy.
“Himekuri Calendar” and the title track bears the influence of Brian Wilson and the Beatles without actually having to evoke either one. If Fujimaki screamed and unleashed a larger guitar sound on “Shoowa”, it would sound a lot more like the Back Horn.
“Ameagari”, “Sukimakaze” and “Festa” show the band aren’t stuck in midtempo; in fact, they sound better doing the fast.
And the slow burning single, “Denwa”, has a chorus that flexes the full capacity of Fujimaki’s lungs.
Still, there something perplexing about Remioromen. On the one hand, it’s evident the band can play fast and loose as the aforementioned Back Horn or Art-School. And there’s a sense Remioromen can give labelmates Quruli a run for the money when it comes to songcraft.
But the fact Remioromen doesn’t sound closely related to any of those bands is an asset as well. It makes the comparrison game — which is handy for reviewers — all the more difficult.
Also, Asagao is one slick recording. It possesses a studio finesse that puts it closer to L’Arc~en~Ciel than to Number Girl.
In essence, Remioromen falls smack in the middle of the rock spectrum — tuneful enough not to be pandering, hard enough not to be overboard.
Something so balanced usually ends up being bland, but factor in the hook-writing skills, and Remioromen end up being a sure but safe bet.
There’s still a lot of room for this band to grow, but it sure is starting at a pretty good spot.
How can one band be blessed with so much good songwriting? How can one band make songwriting seem so effortless?
Even a project as incidental as the soundtrack to the film Joze to Tora to Sakanatachi has the band’s distinct stamp of quality.
The 26-minute album contains mostly short, instrumental music. In fact, it’s a pretty even distribution of material: two tracks with some simple background music, four variations on two main themes, one track with a good portion of film dialogue and two new songs.
And in those compact confines, Joze to Tora to Sakanatachi makes for one of the band’s tightest albums, despite its brisk length.
It’s a sign of a good soundtrack when even the throwaway material sounds pretty good. “Ubaguruma” and “Drive” both show the more Americana influences that unconsciously inform the Quruli’s indie rock sound.
The two new songs, “Ameiro no Heya” and “Highway”, are catchier than anything on the band’s last single, “Way to Go”. “Highway”, in particular, follows in the footsteps of “Bara no Hana”.
“Joze no Theme”, which appears in two forms, is perfectly memorable, and ex-Number Girl Ahito Inazawa’s dub drumming on the opening track demonstrates how subtle a player he can be.
The crowning achievement of this album, however, is the melody arranged in two different forms on “Wakare” and “Tetsu to Joze”. The wide, open theme sounds equally beautiful when rendered in drawn-out notes by a string quartet (“Wakare”) or in short, sustained chords by a piano (“Tetsu to Joze”).
It’s enough to make a person want to hear more.
Joze to Tora to Sakanatachi may not be a full-length follow-up to the band’s sonically daring The World Is Mine, but it extends the aural pallette Quruli is willing to explore. It also combines a lot of the hook-filled songcraft at time missing from its predecessor.
Still, Quruli manage to make a form as forgettable as film music incredibly memorable, if not tuneful.
If I were facetious enough, I could reprint a review of Yaida Hitomi’s previous album, I/Flancy, in this space.
To quote:
I/Flancy shows Yaida has clearly chosen to maintain chart success at the expense of her creative growth. She deviates not one bit from the template that’s brought her fame. She’s working with the same producers, she’s playing with the same band.
Why reinvent the wheel when the facts are just the same?
But where I/Flancy still provided some interesting tunes, there’s not much engaging about Air/Cook/Sky, Yaida’s fourth album.
Sure, the first few tracks display Yaida’s talent for melody, but it’s not anything special that she hasn’t done better.
The Celtic touches of “Mienai Hikari”, while pleasant, aren’t new. (See “I can fly”, “I really want to understand”.) “Hitori Jenga” and “Kodoku na Cowboy” are obvious singles from the album but don’t hold up next to “Buzzstyle” or “Ring my bell”.
Perhaps even more depressing is just how lifeless Yaida’s music has become. Before, it was exuberent to the point of manic. Now, it’s predictable and generic.
She tries to toughen things up with the some heavy guitars on “Are you ready? boy” and “Mama to Daddy”, but they’re not enough to offset the 70s SoCal misstep of “Keep on movin'” or the lack of distinctiveness on “Hello” or “Slide show”.
Yaida is stuck. As much of a skilled songwriter she may be, she’s boxed herself in. Initial comparrisons to Shiina Ringo were indeed premature — Shiina has grown progressively daring, while Yaida is content to dole out the same album again and again.
At this rate, there’s not much point in paying attention to what she does next.
Shiratori Maika’s second album, Toogenkyoo, is something of a conundrum.
It’s actually a pretty decent album, and at the same time, it’s also an obvious sophomore slump.
Shiratori’s 2002 debut, Hanazono, sifted the folk-pop sensibilities of Bonnie Pink through the alt-rock muscle of Cocco. Not surprising since Cocco’s producer, Takamune Negishi from Dr.StrangeLove, helmed the album.
Toogenkyoo, which means “Shangri-la” although Shiratori alters the spelling of the word, loses the edge of Hanazono. It’s a pretty album, almost genteel.
And that loss of muscle makes Toogenkyoo hard to accept at first.
Shiratori possesses a classic folk singer voice, sweet and powerful, a direct descendent of Joni Mitchell. Without the rough edges, that voice threatens to get lost in prettiness.
She first sounded like the apparent heir of Cocco. Now, she sounds like yet another Suzanne Vega.
And while the songs on Toogenkyoo may be buried in arrangements that don’t heighten their brute power, they’re still very well-crafted songs.
“Someday” may sound too much like a hit amongst the Lilith Fair set, but “now or never” has a chorus that could make even Bono proud.
“Circle” deceptively starts off as an earnest piano ballad, but half-way through, it expands to inhabit its full breadth. “Hoshi no Michishirube” keeps a tempered feel, but its four-on-the-floor beat gives it some real momentum.
The lyrics on “Practically dead”, meanwhile, are incredibly direct.
Toogenkyoo reaches its apex on “Yoru no Hitomi”. The song originally appeared as a coupling track on the single “Anata no Ude wo”, but the “in the city mix” on the album fleshes the song out into something remarkably engaging.
Takamune reprises his role as producer on most of the album, so it’s surprising to see his usually rocking production work scaled back so significantly.
Even on songs where Takamune unleashes the wall of shiny guitars, they don’t possess the same kind of majesty as on Hanazono.
But if the quality of Shiratori’s writing can shine through despite its less direct arrangements, then Shiratori and he shouldn’t have held back.
In terms of songwriting, Toogenkyoo holds up to Shiratori’s strong debut, even if its trappings don’t.
On his major label debut Sunestyle, Suneo Hair set out to reaffirm the breadth of his indie singer-songwriter roots.
He jumped from style to style — lo-fi, 70s SoCal, big guitars — but in the end, Sunestyle didn’t really possess anything that stayed with a listener long after it ended.
Suneo Hair’s second album, a watercolor, is less ambitious than its predecessor, and it works a lot better.
Instead of messing around with studio effects or switching styles on each track, Suneo Hair sticks to the basics — a rock quartet and a song.
The psychedelic synthesizer effects at the start of “Nobita Tape” are about as weird as the album gets — the rest of the album is straight-forward.
The six-note guitar hook that weaves its way throughout “Pinto” couldn’t get any simpler. The funky drummer beat, chiming guitars and string arrangement on “Aoi Sora” fit well together.
“New Town e Tsutzuku Michi” doesn’t attempt to hide its affinity to the Beatles, while the arrangement on “Uchiagehanabi” could best be described as pointillistic.
Perhaps the most fitting testament to Suneo Hair’s songwriting ability is in “Owari ne”, a stripped-down, slowed-down reprise of the album’s second single, “Uguisu”.
“Uguisu” is a no nonsense rocker — verse-chorus-verse, with which a pretty memorable chorus. But without the trappings of a fast tempo and a backing band, “Owari ne” reveals the song to have a versatile melody.
It sounds as fitting in one setting as it does in another.
Sunestyle may have established Suneo Hair’s credentials as far as ability is concerned, but a watercolor demonstrates his talent.
He’s a fine songwriter, and he doesn’t need much fancy work to prove it.
I wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t pointed out to me.
Reportedly, the Back Horn attempted to go for an ’80s New Wave sound on its third major label album, Ikiru Sainou. The band’s eclectic music has always gone for seemingly incongruous elements.
But between Yamada Masahi’s throat-damaging singing and Suginami Eijun’s metallic guitar work, it’s a challenge to find that influence at all.
One thing is for certain — Ikiru Sainou ain’t electroclash.
Which is to say Ikiru Sainou has as many synthesizers as previous Back Horn albums: none. (Self-editor: Actually, there’s a very quiet one on “Koofuku na Nakinagara”.)
The 80s influence is certainly nowhere to be found on the opening “Wakusei Melancholy”, a song that isn’t melancholy in the least.
No — the 80s starts to creep in on the following track, “Hikari no Kessho”, perhaps one of the least successful channelings of the Smiths and the Cure. And that’s not a knock.
The Back Horn is too much its own band to really take a stab at being anything else. “Hikari no Kessho” isn’t the Back Horn pulling an Interpol and calling up the ghost of Ian Curtis — it’s a band that makes the Smiths and the Cure not sound like the Smiths and the Cure.
“Hanabira”, with its harmonica opening and jangling guitar, is also a very unsuccessful attempt to sound like IRS-era R.E.M. “Seimeisen”, with its disco beat, is unclear whether it takes its roots from New Order or Duran Duran.
The Back Horn deserves high marks for attempting to incorporate influences totally at odds with its num-heavymetallic sound.¹ Whether its a successful match is really up in the air.
On its previous album Shinzoo Orchestra, the Back Horn reigned in its eclecticism to produce a coherent album. It also helped the songs on the album were some of its strongest writing.
Ikiru Sainou is a terrific experiment, but there’s a sense the writing can’t quite live up to that challenge.
“Kodoku no Senjoo” may be passionate, but it’s mired in melodic clichés. “Platonic Fuzz” sounds like it wants to be playful but can’t help but being a bit menacing. And the monotone melody of “Joker” is simply flat.
Unlike past Back Horn albums that seep into a listener’s conscious, Ikiru Sainou doesn’t sink in. The band’s distinctiveness makes its latest creative turn feel more like a scattered message.
The album may not be successful in juggling its influence, but it’s still fascinating to witness the Back Horn give it a try.
¹No, “num-heavymetallic” isn’t a realy word, but browse the archives for a review of Number Girl’s album of the same name for reference.
Bands that seem to write the same song over and over aren’t usually lauded for such a skill, but for eastern youth, that trait doesn’t come across as a liability.
The band’s U.S. debut, What Can You See from Your Place (original title, Soko kara Nani ga Mieru ka), at times sounds like variations on the same song.
Singer/guitarist Yoshino Hisashi follows a certain trajectory with his vocals — usually, whisper to a scream — while the long, fuzzy trill seems to be his favorite guitar effect.
Yoshino’s melodies, however, have a definite Japanese feel — it’s not too much of a stretch to imagine them stripped down and sung folk-style.
Still, there’s an inescapable feeling from track to track of “haven’t I heard this before?” And you have. Thing is, eastern youth pounds out performances that are pretty difficult to ignore.
However much I’m loathe to use the term, eastern youth is Japanese emo — loud and unshackled. The lung-busting abandon with which Yoshino sings is captivating in its own right.
In other words, who cares if the songs share too many similarities? It’s enough just to hear the band give it its all. Ganbatte, indeed.
All this doesn’t mean What Can You See from Your Place lacks stand-out tracks.
“Hakai Muzan Hachigatsu” feels more like Queens of the Stone Age in its unison precision. “Pocket kara Te wo Dasenaide Iru” shows a masterful command of the early-90s loud-soft aesthetic.
“Koe” wisely attempts to break the momentum by being the token slow song. And the entire last half of the album, with its shorter songs, balances the more long-winded first half.
Not as dischordant as Number Girl nor as eclectic as the Back Horn, eastern youth performs the same kind of unbridled, melodic rock.
What Can You See From Your Place aptly lives up to the underground acclaim eastern youth has built for itself in the States over the past few years.
Momentum — it’s as important to music as it is to, say, driving.
Back when I was learning how to drive, my brother showed me a trick. To get up a hill, drivers should speed up before they reach the foot of the hill, then let momentum take them up the hill, so the engine doesn’t work as hard.
Back when I was learning music history, my professors said Ludwig van Beethoven stretched out his codas to slow down the momentum of his works.
What do any of these anecdotes have to do with Acidman’s second album Loop? The answer can be found between tracks five and eight.
For the first half of the album, Acidman build some great momentum. The songs pretty much conform to the sound the band established on its debut album, Soo — high-speed, ball-busting post-grunge bordering on emo.
Some of the songs are even better than ones found on Soo. The chorus on “Isotope” is pure sugar, while the music itself loses no muscle. Singer Ooki Nobuo nearly busts a lung on “Nami, Shiroku”. And the opener “type-A” is a blood pumper.
The title of “Slow View”, however, describes the song’s contents perfectly — and it’s that break in the momentum that breaks the album entirely.
Because immediately afterward is a nearly seven-minute mid-tempo track, “repeat” — also a descriptive title since that opening hook refuses to go away.
The instrumental “16185-0” is a three-minute prelude to the 6 1/2-minute “O”, essentially creating a 10-minute track. Together, those tracks attempt to rebuild the momentum lost in the preceding 10 1/4 minutes, but they fail because, well, they’re not terribly interesting songs.
The disco beat on “O” in particular just doesn’t lend much emo cred.
Acidman get back on track somewhat with the last half of the album, dishing out a second set of rockers, but the quality of the writing is spotty.
“dried out” can’t decide if it’s a distant relative to scat or a direct descendant of alt rock. “swayed” suffers from a repetitive structure that shoegazer bands have better skill pulling off.
By the time Acidman reclaims its songwriting chops, Loop is over.
The band fumbles the album’s momentum half-way through, and it doesn’t manage to get it back. Acidman sped up at the foot of the hill, but it didn’t manage to reach the peak. The group certainly tried, though.
On the surface, neuma’s debut album Mado is all about the genteel.
The opening chords of “Ato Sukoshi” sound like almost every bossa nova recording made in Japan. (Bossa nova is pretty big there.)
And for the first half of the song, singer Shiba Rie and guitarist Yugawa Torahiko pretty much go unadorned. Then the rest of the band jumps in, with accordion player Satoo Yoshiaki making the biggest sound.
An accordion!
In fact, Satoo is responsible for most of album’s tense moments. Thereafter, the genteel surface of Mado gives way to reveal a tug-of-war between strong melodicism and even stronger dissonance.
Sometimes, Satoo stays out of the way, as on such pretty tracks as “Itsu Ka” and “Wa ~Arukinagara~”. On other tracks, he literally crashes in with wild harmonies, as he does half way through “Kujira King”. On “Zauberei”, the dissonance is front and center throughout.
Most of the time, the focus is squarely on Shiba’s languid delivery, with little more than piano or guitar backing her. “Nemuri Hana” calls to mind Talitha Mackenzie’s a capella interpretation of old Scottish folk songs.
“Mabataki” feels like a lullaby until a cello scrapes its way through an eerie solo. “Aoi Shizuku”, meanwhile, sounds like it was recorded on an old foil cylindar.
neuma could have probably left the genteel aspects of Mado alone, and it would have made for a nice, if not unremarkable sound. Thankfully, that’s not the case here.
Mado is a captivating listening experience in the way its dissonance highlights its melodicism. The songs on the album eschew the common perception that quiet music is pretty music, let alone dissonance is ugly.
More surprising — the band achieves this tension without relying on very many electronics. Save for a splash of synthesizer on “Mabataki” and a pulse on “Itsu Ka”, neuma is entirely acoustic.
Drummer Suganuma Yuuta follows a less-is-more approach, oftentimes letting a quiet boom anchor the band’s songs, while even contrabassist Moriya Hiroshi manages to sound huge.
In short, neuma is an impressive ensemble, spare and minimal but fascinating and tense.