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CD Review: Leif Vollebekk – Inland

February 11th, 2010 | By: Alie Lavoie

Inland

Inland

When honesty is used in a thoughtful way, it can be a beautiful thing. Leif Vollebekk’s Inland (Nevado Records) is a beautiful a thing. A beautiful, genuine, swooning thing. Violin, piano, guitar, banjo, harmonica and soft brushed percussion form a remarkably lovely body of songs around the spine of Vollebekk’s poetic lyrics. Inland is full of perfect moments where music and words come together seamlessly, as in “Michael Robartes & the Dancer” where Vollebekk’s warm, finger-picked acoustic guitar provides the instrumental support for his equally warm lyric waves: “Blue-eyed sister’s asleep downstairs / In a rocking chair by the old lamp’s glare.”

The overall mood of Inland is one of familiarity: “You Couldn’t Lie to Me in Paris” sounds like an unearthed Bob Dylan b-side; the percussive guitar, strings and piano on “In the Midst of Blue and Green” is something that wouldn’t be out of place on a Nick Drake record.

But at the heart (or spine) of the Vollebekkian sound are his trademark lyrics, his slice-of-life stories set to music. As someone who frequently glosses over lyrics in favour of the general melody, it’s refreshing to continually notice words again, and even better to notice them when not actively trying to. Vollebekk’s lyrics make themselves known by very nature of their honesty and attentive phrasing, and it’s nice to be reminded of the marvellous things language can do for a song.

Inland is a real album. According to Vollebekk himself, the album is meant to be heard on vinyl, an earthier, arguably more “real” music experience. The wavering harmonica solo on “Don’t Go Klaksvik” is real. The emotional range of “Quebec”, from defeat (“When a woman moves on it’s best you just move away / When she fancies your friend, now that’s twice the price to pay”) to audibly strained defiance (“Step on to that bridge / Swear I ain’t coming back”) is real.

In reality, all I’m really trying to say is that Inland is really real and it’s really fantastic because of it… For real.

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Review: David Little g, Jonathan Chandler (of Amos the Transparent), and Leif Vollebekk @ Cafe Dekcuf – January 16, 2010

January 21st, 2010 | By: Alie Lavoie

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David Little g

This brother duo, made up of two members from Ottawa-based band The Gallop had me smiling about three guitar strums in. The music was relaxed, easy to hear, and contentedly warm what with all the Kings of Convenience-esque harmonies and simple song structures. The pair also didn’t take themselves too seriously, keeping it light with unexpectedly blunt lyrics that quite literally made me laugh out loud, such as: “Babe I’m sorry, but not really—Tough luck,” and “Are you kidding me? Honestly. Thanks. Thanks for nothing.” I was fully charmed by this set and have no doubt that these guys will be well-received as they move up through the ranks of folk stardom.

Website: http://davidlittleg.bandcamp.com/
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/davidlittleg

Download the David Little g EP for free on their website.

Jonathan Chandler front and center

Jonathan Chandler front and center

I won’t lie. I’m not familiar with Amos the Transparent, but if this (mostly) solo perfomance from their lead singer is any indication, I might have to get familiar. Chandler launched into an acoustic set of mainly Amos the Transparent songs that were a nice mix of build ups, instrumental intensity and small, poetic moments. Throughout his performance, I was constantly impressed (even to the point of uttering an audible “Wow” or two) with the power behind Chandler’s voice. Few men could hit those higher notes at all, let alone with his from-the-belly strength.

One of the highlights included a cover of Alanis Morissette’s “You Oughta Know”, which sounded about as romantic as a musical fuck you could be expected to. But the communal atmosphere of the set was maybe the most amusing and heart-warming thing about Chandler’s set. Not only were there obvious Amos fans sprinkled throughout the crowd, clapping, singing, and even harmonizing along, but above Chandler’s soaring voice there came the sudden, sudden, shushing sound of a shaker. I looked over to see a diehard fan who knew every word and her way around that shaker. I wondered whether Chandler discreetly slipped it to her when no one was looking, or whether she always brought it along to shows in the event of a rhythmic emergency. Either way, it’s kind of great to see a musician do a live, impromptu collaboration with an obviously adoring audience.

Website: http://www.myspace.com/amosthetransparent
MySpace: http://www.amosthetransparent.com/

Amos the Transparent will be playing in Toronto for Canadian Music Week showcase on Friday, March 11 at the Horseshoe.

Leif Vollebekk

Leif Vollebekk

Maybe I’m just slow, but I didn’t really “get” all the Bob Dylan comparisons swirling around Leif Vollebekk until seeing him perform live. Now I get it, because Vollebekk most certainly has that classic, folk storytelling thing about him, where the words just keep tumbling out. And even with the undesirably constant thump and rumble in the soles of my shoes from whatever punk/metal band was playing downstairs at Mavericks, Leif jokily brushed it off with a simple “I’ll try and play in synch,” before proceeding to filter out the background noise with an absolutely enchanting set.

He built up a real sense of atmosphere in the (wonderful but) generally non-atmospheric Cafe Dekcuf as he led us through live and looped guitars, bursts of harmonica and soft walls of violin sound. I even saw a grown man sitting on the ground with his fists tucked under chin, looking a little starry-eyed as he watched the set unfold. But I can’t blame him. Vollebekk is really everything I could ever want in a solo performer. His voice is captivating: alternately controlled and wandering depending on what the moment calls for, occasionally raspy, and with a jazzy waver when he gets up into the higher registers, reminding me of Patrick Watson. In terms of stage presence, Vollebekk is again a bit of a hypnotist: not only is he a technically skilled musician, but the music seems to manifest itself in every part of his body. His movement is constant, but fluid and expressive as his torso twists around the melody, the palm of his hand hitting against the guitar with an earthy percussiveness.

Over and over again, I see little quirks in his performance that will set him apart from other solo acts. It’s in the way he deliberately chooses to tune live so that the audience can be a part of the process, remarking that he’s always liked the way you can hear musicians tuning on old, live records. It’s in the contrast between his total absorption during each song and the almost childlike giddiness between. At one point during the show, Vollebekk got amusingly sidetracked, using the light glare off of his guitar to spotlight the sound guy and proclaiming, “Look! It’s like the bat signal!” before lapsing back into musician mode. It’s in the way he injects extra lyrics and throws en Français words into his songs. Essentially, Vollebekk is a born performer. It’s rare to see someone who so fully brings together personality, stage presence, banter/anecdotes and technical skill while having it seem completely genuine.

The set was mainly composed of material from his most recent release, Inland (“Quebec”, “Don’t Go to Klasvik”, “Michael Robartes & the Dancer”, “1921”), but also ventured off the record, including a completely engaging, looped violin cover of Neil Young’s “Barstool Blues.”

But I feel as though I simply cannot call this review complete without mentioning this: in the midst of tuning, one of Vollebekk’s guitar strings broke, so he sent out a request for a guitar, and who should sidle up beside the stage with a guitar but the man I can only assume is Shaker Woman’s significant other. Screw Kate Hudson, these people are the real Band-Aids.

Anyway.

The moral of the story is that you should go and hear Leif Vollebekk’s musical stories. Live. And I have a feeling that it won’t be too long before he starts raking in support and fans of all sorts, so I’d recommend taking the opportunity to see him in intimate, teeny tiny venues like Cafe Dekcuf before it’s too late. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

P.S. Thanks to Matthew overt at i(heart)music.net for organizing this great showcase.

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For more Leif Vollebekk,

Website: http://www.nevadorecords.com/leifvollebekk.php
MySpace: http://myspace.com/leifvollebekk

Leif Vollebekk will also be in Toronto on January 22 at The Cameron House.

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Let’s Chat: Leif Vollebekk

January 21st, 2010 | By: Alie Lavoie

A chilly panda.

A chilly panda.

“If my record sounded like a panda, we’d all be in a very good situation,” says Leif Vollebekk of Inland (Nevado Records), his most recent release. I can’t claim to know what a panda bear sounds like (though according to Vollebekk it would probably have “a really nice set of pipes”), but Vollebekk’s Inland is at the very least a very, very good situation.

He describes the record as being an attempted cross between Leonard Cohen’s first album and Nick Drake’s last album, a lofty attempt indeed. But what with Vollebekk’s lyrical nods to familiar Montreal beacons and Inland’s general swoonery, I’d say it was a successful cross indeed. Vollebekk also claims that the record should be experienced in what is now a widely overlooked format: “[Inland is] a vinyl record. It should not be listened to on CD,” he warns. “Anyone with a CD should burn it and buy the vinyl. I made it for vinyl, so I’m really excited about people getting to hear it the way it’s meant to be heard.”

For Vollebekk, having the album available on vinyl seems to be an extension of his back-to-basics song writing style, a style which has often been compared to that epitomic rambler himself, Bob Dylan. “You know, you gotta hand it to Bob,” says Vollebekk of Dylan’s stripped down style. “After the Beatles came out with Sgt. Pepper’s, which was the most psychedelic, mind-blowing, over-the-top produced record in history at that point, he was like, ‘Okay. Screw that. I don’t like that. I’m gonna make a record with drum and bass and acoustic songs about pastoral and biblical stuff.’” Vollebekk has an obvious appreciation for Dylan’s approach where “all the images, all the colour and all the psychedelia [are] in the words.”

But you know, you also gotta hand it to Leif. He keeps things restrained, creating intentionally spacious sonic layers in his songs where music and lyrics are given plenty of elbow room, despite the fact that he plays not only acoustic and electric guitar, but also piano, violin and harmonica*. According to Vollebekk, “If God didn’t invent high school, I don’t know how I would’ve learned instruments.” Take these words to heart, yond teenagers, and take comfort in the possibility that, after begrudgingly toiling away hours of your educational life trying to unfurl the mysteries of the bass clef, you too could end up as a multi-instrumentalist whiz kid.

As the interview comes to a close, I ask Vollebekk what he’s most looking forward to in the new year. He first restates his excitement over people hearing Inland on vinyl, but mostly seems relieved at the prospect of finally having all his projects come into fruition. Along with his latest album, Vollebekk recently finished another that will hopefully be released this fall. “Apparently it’s a logical direction,” says Vollebekk of the forthcoming record. “A friend of mine said that it makes sense. But it’s really different. This one is more like a folk thing, but it has kinda this alternative blues-y thing. [The album is] still acoustic guitar and bass, but I went to the States for a bit and I’ve been listening to a lot of old 1940’s country, so it kinda has more of a Nashville country feel.” So if things go as planned, maybe this year Leif Vollebekk fans will never suffer that always cruel waiting period between album releases.

And if things don’t go as planned? Given the logic behind his answer to the if-you-were-a-singing-animal- what-would-you-be question, I’m not sure I’d raise too much hell about it: “I think a panda. A panda! ‘Cause I hear that they’re kinda vicious, right? But they look really cute? Not that I’m cute.”

I like that what he chooses to refute isn’t his viciousness, but his cuteness. Well. At least he’d be a modest vicious panda.

*Maybe it’s just me, but if I could play such a bevy of instruments, I feel like I’d be tempted to ditch restraint and throw down every single one of my musical skills. All the time. One (wo)man band style. Like this guy.

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For more Leif Vollebekk,
Website: http://www.nevadorecords.com/leifvollebekk.php
MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/leifvollebekk

Leif Vollebekk will also be in Toronto on January 22 at The Cameron House.

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The Singing Lamb’s 12 Days of Lists – Day 6: Alie’s Favourite Shows of 2009

December 18th, 2009 | By: Alie Lavoie

Hooded Fang

Hooded Fang

9. Hooded Fang @ Cafe Dekcuf (Ottawa) Friday, January 23

Even though Rural Albert Advantage were the headliners at this show, Hooded Fang completely ran off with my heart about thirty seconds into their set. Between the male/female harmonies, the unpretentious inter-switching of instruments and the copious amounts of good cheer that they spread around the room, I was sold. And judging by the bouncing, shimmying attendees around me, I’d say everyone else caught the Fang fever.

8. Rah Rah @ Cafe Dekcuf (Ottawa) Friday, May 15

The second the band hit the stage, I felt like I’d been saved from the brink of musical disparity. I had assured my friends that this would be an excellent show, and felt incredibly guilty for making them endure THREE opening bands that were either flat out awful or dreadfully mediocre. But when Rah Rah got going, I (and hopefully my friends) felt  re-invigorated, forgetting the earlier musical blunders. The band was just so into it and so excited to be there, making their Going Steady material come alive. And of course you can’t talk about Rah Rah without mentioning the throaty beauty of Erin Passmore’s rich, soulful vocals, which the crowd were hootin’ and hollerin’ for, much to her bashful chagrin.

7. Spiral Beach @ The Mansion (Kingston, ON) Tuesday, April 28

This show was particularly special due to the fact that the opening band flaked, meaning that Spiral Beach stepped in to fill the void. That’s right. Two back-to-back sets of Spiral Beach: the first a stripped down, folksy affair, and the second being the regularly scheduled program of raucous, cow-punk-circus-in-space rockers. It was a Tuesday so the audience was a little sparse, but this only added to the especially intimate atmosphere of the evening.

6. Most Serene Republic @ Zaphod Beeblebrox (Ottawa) Saturday, November 14

I knew that MSR would have no problems living up to my high expectations, even before a single note was played: the show began with Adrian Jewett leading the crowd in a spirited chant of “Rufio! Rufio!” (ala Hook), followed by the necessary crowing. From there on, the night was a blur of Jewett’s psychedelic dance moves, Emma Ditchburns clear, jazzy voice ringing out above everything, down-on-the-floor trumpet solos, and the sound guy’s compliance when the band requested that the ignored disco ball be put to use for a freak out dance party during an all-or-nothing performance of “Don’t Hold Back, Feel a Little Longer.”

Spiral Beach

Spiral Beach

5. Spiral Beach @ Zaphod Beeblebrox (Ottawa) Friday, October 30

So it might seem a little excessive to have two Spiral Beach shows in the same list, but if you’ve ever seen these guys live you’ll understand that this isn’t really excessive at all. Since the first time I saw the band play at the Wolfe Island Music Festival back in 2007, these humbling-ly young musician types have only managed to knock my socks off with increasingly greater force. As per usual, they induced me into complete, grooving, musical submission, such that I didn’t even mind the vaguely patronizing “Isn’t she cute” smirks that I kept getting from a middle-aged lady. Whatever, lady. This is Spiral Beach. Smirk away.

4. Lykke Li @ Phoenix (Toronto) Friday, February 6

Although the long wait time before she hit the stage was totally uncalled for, this petite Swedish powerhaüs delivered. She danced like a freak but was so confident in her freakitude that I could only wish that I, too, had the ability to twitch around like that and look cool doing it. Her backing band played a huge role in offering up really dynamic takes on material from the breakout Youth Novels, and complied during her respectable little rapping detours.

3. Ben Kweller @ Mod Club (Toronto) Sunday, February 22

I have had a long love affair with Ben Kweller. I think I was twelve when I first heard his live cover of “Drug Buddy” (by the Lemonheads), and have spent the past eight years in regular cycles of obsession over what has come to be a pretty extensive and varied music catalogue for someone so young. Given my long-term relationship with Kweller, he has been in the top three on my concert bucket list for a while, so it goes without saying that I was a little manically over-excited the night of the show. In the moments before he sidled up onstage, my stomach was executing some impressive gymnastics, but upon finally seeing that muppet face of his and hearing his voice in person, all Southern drawl and take-him-home-to-mom charm, I felt like a little part of me had been made complete. He’s an instantly likeable kind of guy, humble and personable with a natural storytelling ability and easy humour. Ben and his backing band hit a few of my old favourites (“Family Tree”, “On My Way” and “The Rules”), but approached them with the countrified sound of his latest album. Going into the show, I wasn’t really sure about the twangy of his newest release Changing Horses, but I left convinced of its merit and ever more enamoured with my favourite little Texan.

2. Frightened Rabbit @ Horseshow Tavern (Toronto) Wednesday, July 22

First in-person band interview: backstage, pre-show with front man Scott Hutchinson. First free journalistic beer as a result of said interview. (I kept the bottle cap). Ridiculously welcoming and enthusiastic crowd.  Explosive, equally enthusiastic performance from the band. Lots of torso-twisting dance moves. Lots of sing-a-longs. Lots of oh-my-god-I-can’t-believe-I’m-here moments. I’ve been wanting to see Frightened Rabbit live ever since my first spin of Midnight Organ Fight, and it’s really nice to know that when so many bands are absolute shit live, there are still musicians out there not only making amazing records, but elevating their studio recordings by giving sincere, passionate live performances.

Fleet Foxes

Fleet Foxes

1. Fleet Foxes @ Metropolis (Montreal) Monday, August 3

The musical skill packed into each of these band members is all at once inspiring and capable of knocking any aspiring musician down a couple of pegs. I have never heard a band who can perform live THIS flawlessly. They so perfectly executed the signature, intricate harmonies that make up the FF soundscape, leading me to believe that Fleet Foxes are physically incapable of singing or playing a bad note. Ever. The atmosphere in the venue switched between silent awe during each song, and an onslaught of appreciative noise-making as the last note faded out. But I felt like I should be doing more than just cheering my loudest at the end of each song. I felt like I should’ve been constructing some sort of Fleet Foxes shrine in the middle of the sardine-packed crowd.

Aside from seeing Final Fantasy play in a church a couple years back, I’ve never experienced such transcendence at the hands of live music. And I think this is the ultimate for live shows, those times when you let go of everything but the music and are able to enter into a state that’s probably something like an out-of-body experience. The band seemed continually bowled over by the audience’s adoring response, and the night ended with three fist-clenched bouts of thank yous from lead singer Robin Pecknold as he proclaimed that it was the best show they’d ever played. Now I know it’s naive to think that this hasn’t been said before to other crowds, but I’m choosing to take stock in this statement given the mutual, almost sappy appreciation that was blatantly exchanged between audience and band. As the Fleet Foxers made their way off stage, they could be seen embracing each other and shaking their heads at each other, seemingly disbelieving and overwhelmed by the crowd’s response.

We were pretty overwhelmed, too.

-Alie

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The Singing Lamb’s 12 Days of Lists – Day 2: Alie’s Favourite Albums of 2009

December 14th, 2009 | By: Alie Lavoie

Atone

Atone

9. Glorytellers – “Atone”

Atone has seen me through at least two essays since I came across its mellowness, the skilful guitar noodling and shuffling drums giving me a gentle push toward the light at the end of the seventeen-hundred word tunnels. Frontman Geoff Farina’s voice is a soothing, almost conversational cherry atop this self-proclaimed “Western swing” folk album that doesn’t stray from its genre’s comfort zone, but isn’t any less enjoyable for it. (Favourite Tracks: “The Lost Half Mile” and “Just What I Was Thinking”) MySpace, website

8. Ola Podrida – “Belly of the Lion”

Unfortunately, this album was just released a few weeks ago, so I haven’t really had the chance to wrap myself up in it yet, but the band’s previous release is one of my favourite albums, so I know Belly would’ve been higher up on the list if I’d had more time with it. Lead singer David Wingo has again brought in his signature soft, cinematic film scoring touch, but this time around the music is a bit more polished with a higher production quality that’s full of reverb guitars and small, understated slice-of-life moments. On the surface, Belly of the Lion doesn’t have as many explosive or awe-inducing moments as the previous release—nothing as arresting as “Cindy” or “Photo Booth”—but I have a feeling it’ll be an album I’ll keep coming back to when I’m looking for something quiet and beautiful. (Favourite tracks: “The Closest We Will Ever Be” and “Sink or Swim”) MySpace, website

7. Letting Up Despite Great Faults – “S/T”

Every song on this self-titled release follows the same electro-tinged pattern of fuzzy, mumbled vocals and fuzzy, mumbled instrumentals alongside comparatively clear machine drumbeats and clicks. But it’s the shy sound of these youthful shoegazers that elevates the album to a rather heart-warming level without venturing into twee territory. (Favourite Tracks: “Release” and “The Colours Aren’t You or Me”) MySpace, website

6. Pomplamoose – “VideoSongs”

Pomplamoose is the collaborative effort of musical virtuoso Jack Conte and jazzy-voiced, angel-faced Nataly Dawn—a Youtube-ular dream team. Between Dawn’s smoky vocals and Conte’s constant instrumental explorations, this collection of originals and covers (including a sultry take on the Sound of Music smash hit, “Favourite Things”) stands up to many a repeated listen. (Favourite Tracks: “Twice as Nice” and “Expiration Date”) MySpace, YouTube

Creaturesque

Creaturesque

5. Throw Me the Statue – “Creaturesque”

TMTS’ latest effort is an infectious and hook-laden affair, radio-ready would anyone give it a shot. It travels in lo-fi / pop-electro-rock circles and has a damn good time doing it. (Favourite Tracks: “Snowshoes” and “Ancestors”) MySpace, website

4. Patients – “Patients”

The force behind Patients is none other than Ben Cooper, a staggeringly creative man who is either part of or is the sole member of five other musical projects including Radical Face and Electric President. Patients, as Cooper explains on his website, is not a coherent and deliberate album, but is instead a compilation of “songs that don’t have a place.” That being said, it’s an obvious labour of love which bears Cooper’s signature style: found percussion, stirring epics that are somehow still restrained, electronic flourishes, multiple tracks within a single song laid with artistic precision, haunting vocals, and, of course, frequent mentions of ghosts. And as if Cooper’s music didn’t speak volumes in and of itself, the whole concept behind the album’s distribution is worth mentioning. Cooper completely funded its production and conceived an almost archaic method of distribution for it. Patients couldn’t be purchased in record stores or even online. In fact, it couldn’t really be purchased in any modern sense of the word; instead, Cooper opened a P.O. box specifically for the project and set up a time-consuming trade system whereupon one hundred fans sent him something in the snail-mail in exchange for the album, as long as the “something” wasn’t money. Take that, internet age. (Favourite Tracks: “Tall Tale No. 5″ and “If You Come Back to Haunt Me”) MySpace, website P.S. Keep checking back in the Features section of the Singing Lamb for my article about a lengthy phone interview I did with Ben back in August.

3. Fanfarlo – “Reservoir”

I was introduced to this album a couple months back, and it’s been sitting extremely well with me ever since then. Reservoir is an exercise in optimism, frequently soaring with perfectly executed percussion and crescendos of the orchestral pop variety. Trumpets, xylophones, violins and bright, open voices come together for celebrations of the everyday turned profound. Yet it never feels overblown, each of the album’s components working with and not against each other for a final product that is humble but still incredibly moving. (Favourite Tracks: “Ghosts” and “Drowning Men”) MySpace, website

2. Phantogram – “Eyelid Movies”

This is a recent find, but given the ridiculous number of hours I’ve since spent with this album living in my ears and head, I’m confident that Eyelid Movies will be a go-to album for years to come. It’s a Spike Jonze wet dream with its thick, cinematic, metropolitan club atmosphere. Sarah Barthel’s ethereal voice is complemented by Josh Carter’s blunt vocal delivery, making for some absolutely delicious melodic moments. Each track feels fresh, offering everything from plentiful electro beats, mellow M83-esque shoegaze pop, hints of rock and dashes of hip hop. But throughout all of its experiments across genre and mood, these songs remain individually and collectively impressive. There is no filler here, only consistently high-calibre tracks. Add to this a) the band’s recent move to Barsuk Records (home of David Bazan, Death Cab for Cutie, Say Hi, Rilo Kiley, John Vanderslice… need I go on? This label’s legit), and b) their current stint of opening dates for Zero 7, and it’s clear that Phantogram are poised to start impressing e’erbody. Just you wait. (Favourite Tracks: “Mouthful of Diamonds” and “As Far As I Can See”) MySpace, website

Years (By One Thousand Fingertips)

Years (By One Thousand Fingertips)

1. Attack in Black – “Years (By One Thousand Fingertips”

I had never really taken much interest in the Attackers prior to May 15th of this year when I was leaving a show and a bouncer at the venue below was letting people in for free to the last half-hour of an Attack in Black show. So in I went, not expecting much. But I fell in love. I fell in instant, sonic love as soon as I heard the title track from their latest album, and specifically the line “Would I still get shivers from your silence?” There was an earnest sweetness to the music that I’d never heard from the band before, and I was left dumbfounded and silently swaying for thirty minutes of seemingly fated musical bliss.

If you, for some inexcusable reason, didn’t get on board with the new Attack in Black album sometime before or during the months of June through August, I feel bad for the state of your summer. Years is a soundtrack for the warmer months if I’ve ever heard one. The band down-shifted several gears from previous releases in order to achieve this warm, gauzy sound that brings to mind lengthy, ambling road trips and endless fields that are begging to be traipsed through. You’ll find yourself feeling waves of nostalgia for Birmingham (even if you’ve never been there) and wondering about whatever happened to that girl with the brown curls (even if you never actually met her in the first place). Years weaves its way through folk, rock, and quiet bedroom pop in a way that you can’t help following behind as you search out your own moments of pure summer contentment. It shall henceforth be an integral part of my summers to come. (Favourite Tracks: “Years (By One Thousand Fingertips)”, “Leaving Your Death in a Flowerbed”, “Beasts” and “I’m a Rock”) MySpacewebsite

- Alie

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Let’s Chat: That’s the Spirit

November 8th, 2009 | By: Alie Lavoie


That's the Spirit

That's the Spirit

The Singing Lamb: I’ve heard/read you describe “Staying Places” as a travel album. Why did you decide to give it such a stationary title when the content is so influenced by traveling?

Ben Wilson: Staying Places is a theme album based on traveling, but I guess at the heart of it is always wanting to be somewhere else other than where you are, e.g. staying places. But it’s kind of a cheeky thing too. It’s the opposite of Herb Alpert’s Going Places. Which I admit to owning.

Would you say you’ve got a case of wanderlust? If so, how does this influence your music?

Totally. I always have. And it’s funny you should say that because one of the writers that influenced some of the ideas behind the record is Rebecca Solnit, who wrote a book of essays called Wanderlust, a history of walking which I’ve read like three times. I’m obsessed with some of the ideas about why we travel, how totally important it is in life, how us always wanting to be elsewhere is an interesting modern predicament, but it’s also a kind of timeless theme… I think everyone can relate to it somehow. So I decided to make it the theme of the record… It’s part of who I am, really.

I feel like Ottawa’s music scene is kind of  isolated or self-contained given its awkward location in relation to Montreal and Toronto. I’m continually surprised to see that bands (not even ‘big’ bands) completely skip over Ottawa when they go on tour. Is there anything to the sentiment that Ottawa is somewhat cut off from other independent music scenes? If so, are there other reasons (aside from the inconvenient location) that make it a city which bands aren’t drawn to play in?

Yeah. It’s funny, there’s only one road you can really take between every city in the country.  And yet we’re not on the map for a lot of bands because there’s just not the critical mass… It’s really a small town capital city.  But that does work in our favour when you consider there’s a lot less competition for crowds on any given night, and it does add to the sense of community.

Describe the music scene in Ottawa.

Really inclusive, and friendly and supportive.  But we could use a few more Jon Bartletts, Matthew Pollesols and Shawn Scallens… Dedicated folks who are really bringing bands together and contributing to the scene here.

How and when did you get involved with music in Ottawa?

My first band was called Paperjack (Kelp Records) and our first gig was in ‘95 I think at a ‘Band Warz’ competition in Hull (Quebec). Smoke machines, kick drum sounding like Triumph and my first ever beer tickets… I was sold. Since then I wanted to make it my life!  I started helping out doing sound or lights at Zaphod’s (Ottawa venue) every once in a while, volunteering at recording studios, playing often in a bunch of different bands, and showing up every night at local band gigs because I loved the experience and the community here so much. Lately I haven’t been out as much, but if I had the time I’d still be doing the same thing… It was good times.

What resources are available to people wanting to get involved with Ottawa’s independent music scene? Are there any  venues or events that are particularly welcoming to new musicians or that allow musicians to get in contact with each other?

Despite their dirtiness, stillepost.ca and MySpace are still really good ways to get to know folks in the local music community.  Hanging out at local shows is always a good time too.  Inevitably you meet the people who have or book the shows, record the bands or run the jam spaces, etc.

I was reading your interview on Burgeoning Metropolis, and I really liked what you said about bands needing to keep their live shows fresh: “For me it’s not as exciting to see folks that have been trying to perfect the same set, or worse, the same banter, for years.” I realize there’s no real formula for a great live show, but I certainly feel like there are certain things that bands/artists can try to incorporate or get rid of in order to get the most out of their live shows.

That being said, what are some things that you feel musicians can bring to their live shows to make them that much better?

I want to say don’t take it too seriously… so I will. Don’t take it too seriously! I still haven’t mastered that one. It’s hard to remember that people hopefully want to hear your music but are also there to have a good time with friends, so I find the best thing you can possibly do is not get upset at technical difficulties or lack of a crowd or too much talking etc. Just enjoy it. The banter or audience participation should just come naturally and unrehearsed I would say.

What are some examples of things you’ve seen musicians do during live shows that completely heightened the experience for you?

Anything spontaneous. You can get away with special effects and crap if you’re a huge deal, or if you’re a gimmick band, not so much if you’re an indie (act). Lindy sang a song about poop. It just came out of nowhere, and the crowd went crazy. It was awesome. Jake Lovetart (featuring members of Hilotrons, Tokyo Sex Whale, etc) used to bring folks up on stage and give them all beer from a cooler filled with Old Milwaukee. Ukrania speak in Ukranian and their drummer translates simultaneously into English, but it’s all fake, made up on the spot, and it’s hilarious. Sincerity, of just getting into the music, if you’re a more serious act. People can tell when you’re phoning it in. When Wilco played the Cave Bar (Ottawa venue) many yrs ago on Bank St., Jeff Tweedy broke into tears during “Misunderstood.” Not that that’s something people should ever try to replicate.  But you see where I’m going…

Can you think of anything that bands/artists do that you feel should be avoided? Maybe things that are overly gimmicky or that feel a little fake?

“You guys having a good time?? I said, YOU GUYS HAVING A GOOD TIME??? I CAN’T HEEEEARRR YOUUUUU!”  Don’t ever do this.

Your song “Head for the Hills” was recently featured on an episode of Degrassi, the Next Generation. Did you watch the episode when it aired? How was the song used?

Yes, I interrupted my family’s Thanksgiving dinner! The whole (Degrassi) gang was hanging out in a bar after last call and listening to music (mine).  Was hoping for a slow motion explosion or a makeout scene, but that was pretty rad.

What was it like hearing your song on such a widely viewed show? Is this the most commercial use of your music so far?

Very cool, (Degrassi) airs in over 130 countries and literally millions (of people) are totally addicted to the show, so it felt great to be a part of. Yep, but one of my other bands wrote the theme song for The Jon Dore Television Show on the Comedy Network … Not as many viewers but still pretty nice.

What’s the response to the use of “Head for the Hills” been like so far, both from former fans and from people who hadn’t heard of your music until the show?

Hard to say right now… No one’s saying whether that’s how they heard me. They might not ever, but it’s cool to say I was on Degrassi.

You’re juggling a full-time job and your music at the moment. Is it frustrating to not be able to devote more of your time to music?

Yup. Insanely, endlessly frustrating that I’m not making music for a living. But I wouldn’t want my family to starve because my album doesn’t sell… And I’m really grateful to have a job I love and still be able to play and record music as often as I am, so I’m happy.

Did you do anything spectacular for Halloween?

Decorated my place like crazy and handed out (ate) lots of treats, but nothing spectacular.

Lastly, if you were a singing animal, what would you be?

A sea cucumber, singing and humming songs and sets for “Orchestra” by Charles Ives, vomiting my intestines when threatened… ?

***

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Single Review – Princeton’s “Calypso Gold”

November 8th, 2009 | By: Alie Lavoie

Princeton

Princeton

California’s Princeton sound like a band trying to sound like they’re not from California. Their music is an audio interpretation of what the tropics would sound like to a twenty year old rich boy who frequently uses dad’s company jet for impromptu trips to the family timeshare in the Caribbean. It’s all sway and island breeze even though the only tropical air to grace this smooth face likely blows around within the confines of a five star resort. It’s inoffensive. It’s Ray-Bans perched atop a perfectly tousled head of hair. It’s rolled up khakis and a pale blue button-up shirt. It’s some young man who isn’t important in his own right, but is king shit within the context of the family name. None of this is bad.

In fact, I kind of love the privileged, upper-crust society sound going on here–the tapping drums and light string arrangements in the background–however safe and watered down it may be.

Now please excuse me while I two-step off into the sunset with my coconut glass of rum.

***

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CD Review: The Most Serene Republic – …And the Ever Expanding Universe

October 20th, 2009 | By: Alie Lavoie

...And the Ever Expanding Universe

...And the Ever Expanding Universe

I get the feeling that in their younger days, the members of Most Serene Republic were the kind of kids who spent their recesses chasing butterflies around the schoolyard. Were they a) just weird children who hadn’t been properly socialized early on in life OR b) Incredibly Soulful Young Individuals who were transfixed by the curlicued/random/elegant flight patterns of said butterflies? Judging by the curlicued/random/elegant sound of their latest effort, …And the Ever Expanding Universe, I’m gonna go with the latter option.

The album enters with a vampy bang; on “Bubble Reputation”, dramatic, exciteable piano and pronounced percussion spin themselves into a dizzying scatter, setting the tone for the rest of the record. From here the album works its happy way further uphill: the silly, banjo-y folkjazz of “Heavens to Purgatory” where lyrics like Gadzooks, gadzooks, gadzooks!’ are completely appropriate; the demanding, melodious “Vessels of a Donor Look” with its free form structure and frequent detours; the stable beat of “Phi” with its thick bass tone that seems like an homage to the Arts&Crafts aesthetic. After “Phi”, the album takes a noticeable break in favour of more mellow fare. While there is something to be said for playing with rise and fall, tracks five through seven cause …And the Ever Expanding Universe to lose some its earlier momentum. However, this otherwise low-key stretch is saved from mediocrity by the cinematic playfulness of “Patternicity.” There’s a feeling of mischief and adventure about it that makes me want to head out on an exploratory expedition. The rest of the album winds itself down in the wake of “Patternicity”, all harmony and skittering drums… save for “Don’t Hold Back, Feel a Little Longer” which translates directly as ‘you will dance fiercely upon hearing’ in musicspeak.

There is an overall infectious joy to these songs that comes from their freespiritdness. Most Serene Republic have captured the unpredictable flights of butterflies and bumblebees with their intricate arrangments, while still achieving an organic feel. Even though a sound this rich has probably taken years of technical skill and intense self-scrutiny to arrive at, …And the Ever Expanding Universe still feels like a collection of unusual melodies that were rattled off with humble ease. Given their many-layered, genre-bending-in-a-hyphenated-kind-of-way sound, MSR could very easily come off as a band of undesirably hipster-esque types. But there is such a good naturedness to the music they make, like they just really get a kick out of what they’re creating.

…And the Ever Expanding Universe is made up of songs that often travel down multiple roads in the span of the three minutes, making for a new listening experience every single time. That being said, there’s a certain wallflower quality about this music that suggests it could blend itself into the din of your next social function, that it could unobtrusively soundtrack the brilliant and profound conversations partygoers are having about literature and the human condition …and the ever expanding universe.

***

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CD Review: Two Hours Traffic – Territory

October 2nd, 2009 | By: Alie Lavoie

Let me just start by saying that Territories, the newest album from Two Hours Traffic, has one glaringly obvious, out of place, three minute and twelve second flaw in the form of “Just Listen.” It’s uninspired and awkward and clichéd and frankly drags down what is otherwise a perfectly enjoyable album. I actually deleted the song off of my computer and Territories is so much better for it. In my opinion.
So I’ll give the band a break and forget about this isolated misstep.
Otherwise, the latest album from Two Hours Traffic is definitely worth your time and money, even if it didn’t move too far beyond familiar territory. The band is still holding true to that signature, poppy summer anthem sound. But they’ve added some fresh and exciting things into the mix, too. Take, for example, the (instrumentally) Spoon-esque “Wicked Side”, a subtle song that uses horns in a smart, restrained way and shows that THT can do more than straightforward pop. “Happiness Burns” is a muffled and equally restrained bit of awesome. Another notable stylistic progression is “Drop Alcohol”, with its shoegaze-tinged guitars and slick, simple percussion. “Painted Halo” is another standout track, with a slightly harder edge and an opening that immediately perks the ear. The song maintains its momentum with the expected, masterful Traffic hooks and melodies laid over unexpectedly pessimistic lyrics like, “Darling, are you drunk enough to kiss me?”
Territories is an obvious step forward from the boys of Two Hours Traffic, showcasing a maturation in sound with tighter and more inventive songwriting styles. These songs will be welcomed by fans with open arms and open mouths ready to sing along.
***
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Territories

Territory

Let me just start by saying that Territory, the newest album from Two Hours Traffic, has one glaringly obvious, out of place, three minute and twelve second flaw in the form of “Just Listen.” It’s uninspired and awkward and clichéd and frankly drags down what is otherwise a perfectly enjoyable album. I actually deleted the song off of my computer and Territory is so much better for it. In my opinion.

So I’ll give the band a break and forget about this isolated misstep.

Otherwise, the latest album from Two Hours Traffic is definitely worth your time and money, even if it didn’t move too far beyond familiar territory. The band is still holding true to that signature, poppy summer anthem sound. But they’ve added some fresh and exciting things into the mix, too. Take, for example, the (instrumentally) Spoon-esque “Wicked Side”, a subtle song that uses horns in a smart, restrained way and shows that THT can do more than straightforward pop. “Happiness Burns” is a muffled and equally restrained bit of awesome. Another notable stylistic progression is “Drop Alcohol”, with its shoegaze-tinged guitars and slick, simple percussion. “Painted Halo” is another standout track, with a slightly harder edge and an opening that immediately perks the ear. The song maintains its momentum with the expected, masterful Traffic hooks and melodies laid over unexpectedly pessimistic lyrics like, “Darling, are you drunk enough to kiss me?”

Territory is an obvious step forward from the boys of Two Hours Traffic, showcasing a maturation in sound with tighter and more inventive songwriting styles. These songs will be welcomed by fans with open arms and open mouths ready to sing along.

***

For more Two Hours Traffic,

MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/twohourstraffic

Don’t forget to catch Two Hours Traffic at Lee’s Palace on October 16th, with The Danks and Spiral  Beach! Tickets are still available for $13.50.

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Let’s Chat: Frightened Rabbit

August 6th, 2009 | By: Alie Lavoie

“Funny” probably isn’t the first adjective I’d use to describe the jangling frown-pop of Frightened Rabbit. But when I sat down to talk with frontman Scott Hutchinson before the band’s stellar set at the Horseshoe Tavern, he welcomed the seemingly odd label with open arms: “Some people come up and tell me, and they’re not trying to be offensive – they’re trying to compliment me – by saying that they find our music funny.” Wondering where the comedy is? It might be hard to find amidst the anguish of an album like The Midnight Organ Fight, an earnest, unflattering depiction of heartbreak and sex and heartbreaking sex, but it’s there… even if us non-Europeans aren’t getting the joke.
Belle and Sebastian. Malcolm Middleton. Camera Obscura. Frightened Rabbit. Aside from and possibly because of the fact that they’re all Scots, these bands share another commonality: at the exposed heart of each group’s sound is a signature contradiction of heavy lyrics set to undeniably catchy instrumentals. Cue the laugh track. “There’s a black sense of humour which is absolutely Scottish,” explains Hutchinson. “[It's] not even British, actually. It’s very specific. It’s like we’re just the underdog. Every time. In terms of sport, in terms of just… I don’t know, the rest of the world. It’s like a small country that kicks hard. You know, making light of extreme pain is quite a Scottish thing to do.”
Hutchinson clearly finds this cultural quirk appealing and is upfront about how the band deliberately incorporates the sonic disparity of happy/sad into their music. He openly admits that it was a “modus operandi from the start” to make use of this contradiction: “It’s an open door. And then you walk into the song and it sounds kind of immediately safe and easy. And then all of a sudden you’re hit with this, like, fairly bleak, dark, heavy imagery and it’s a shock.” Anyone who has taken even the most casual of listens to Frightened Rabbit will understand the weighty imagery Hutchinson is talking about. With Midnight Organ Fight’s frequent lyrical cameos of leprosy and other bloody, infectious things, Hutchinson aimed to paint a recognizable portrait of a relationship literally and figuratively on its last leg. “Everyone has a body and understands that feeling.” he says of using the human form as a metaphor for a disintegrating romantic bond. “And it’s much simpler than an emotional kind of study.”
**
That being said, fans of the rotting-from-the-inside-out lyrical content might be disappointed to hear that bodies will be a bit more… intact on the upcoming Frightened Rabbit release. “The reason for the disease thing [on Midnight Organ Fight] was it was like a heartache involved in there. Um… I don’t know if you noticed that,” he quips. “It’s kind of – it’s totally obvious. But this time ’round, I am thankful to say that since that record has come out, there has been none of that. I had to change my tactic a little bit.” Given that heartache seems to be the fuel Organ Fight thrived on, fans may be wondering what will fill the tank on the upcoming album. I shall quell your curiosity and adhere to this ridiculous fuel analogy. You ready for this? The next Frightened Rabbit album will be an eco-friendly vessel; it’s running on water.
“It seems to go on deeper into the ocean and metaphors,” says Hutchinson of the next Frightened Rabbit album. But don’t count on a straight up ode to the sea. “I tried to steer away from making it too concept album-y, but I kind of like records where there’s a recurring theme.” Because of this and also because of his desire to “create a body of work that makes sense”, Hutchinson made a point of including references to the last album on this new, fully-recorded but not (as of the interview) fully mixed or titled album. “Um– I can’t– I know– no,” Hutchinson finally concludes when I ask if the album has a title. “I’m not just being cagey!” he offers. “I’m kind of annoyed. It’s keeping me awake at night. I don’t have one. I have maybe ten options and none of them seem to be working yet.” One such option for the record’s name is the first song that he wrote for the album, “<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P5YxtPpMMHs>Swim Until You Can’t See Land</link>”, but I make no promises as to this being the eventual title.
As for the upcoming record’s sound, I’ll leave it to Hutchinson to describe: “Sonically it’s much more layered. It was a really quick process the last time with Midnight Organ Fight. And [there] was a lot of stuff that I didn’t have time to get on there. Budget-wise it was a much smaller thing, so it was a total rush. This time it was like… you know we were still working solid all day, but it felt a lot more relaxed and I can safely say that it’s all on there this time. And although I wouldn’t say it’s become overblown and orchestral, it’s certainly much more how I always wanted the band to sound,” he explains. “It’s a departure from us sounding like a four-piece guitar band. There are samples and loops led and synthesized sounds. It’s not electronic! We’re trying to go for more of like a Brian Eno, Sigur Rós type soundscape. And yeah, I think it’s got more muscle and it’s going to be slightly more dramatic.”
Hutchinson has obvious frustrations with Frightened Rabbit’s previous release, and though he certainly isn’t unhappy with how the songs turned out (he mentions a couple times that he is “pleased” with them), it seems to be a case of unfulfilled expectations. “It just didn’t quite match up to what was playing like in my head. It was always disappointing.” Thankfully, he seems to be feeling much more optimistic about the new album: “This one is matching up to how it played in my head. It’s the first time ever.”
Rabid Rabbit fans can expect a new song or two to come out towards the end of this year, while the album will be fully released at the beginning of 2010. And after the overwhelming, near-worship reception the band got at their sold out Toronto show, I can only hope they’ve been encouraged make more frequent hops over the pond. I’d like to think that the hard-kicking, small-country’d lads of Frightened Rabbit have found our expanse of Canadian soil to be a softer landing.
(P.S. If Scott Hutchinson were a singing animal, he’d be an owl because he’d “rather be out and about at night-time.” Fair enough, sir.)
**
At this point in the interview, I decide to put my first-year English course to work and mention that in t.s. eliot’s The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, eliot had a similar tendency to focus in on parts of the body as opposed to the body as a whole, and (theoretically) did so because of a (theoretical) fear of intimacy. “I see,” replies Hutchinson. He then takes a moment to mull over the observation, and in the small silence I shift from a) satisfaction at being able to actually apply my debt-laden arts education to the real world, on to b) slight anxiety at the subtly confused expression on his face, and finally to c) self-loathing at my pretentious and far-reaching conclusions. Drawing abstract comparisons between pop music and t.s. eliot? Who do I think I am? I realize that Scott Hutchinson of Frightened Rabbit probably hates me now. He is disgusted by my ignorance. He is insulted by my very presence. And then. He speaks. “I mean it may come from that kind of… maybe… looking into it… maybe it does come from that! Kind of the social awkwardness of like… staring at someone’s knee for a conversation…” My question sheet has been covering my knee, so I move it aside in an accommodating sort of way. And he laughs. I take a hesitant peek out from under the disgraced rock I have taken social refuge beneath. Alas, I have not died of embarrassment and shall live to interview another day. The end!
Frightened Rabbit

Frightened Rabbit

“Funny” probably isn’t the first adjective I’d use to describe the jangling frown-pop of Frightened Rabbit. But when I sat down to talk with frontman Scott Hutchinson before the band’s stellar set at the Horseshoe Tavern, he welcomed the seemingly odd label with open arms: “Some people come up and tell me, and they’re not trying to be offensive – they’re trying to compliment me – by saying that they find our music funny.” Wondering where the comedy is? It might be hard to find amidst the anguish of an album like The Midnight Organ Fight, an earnest, unflattering depiction of heartbreak and sex and heartbreaking sex, but it’s there… even if us non-Europeans aren’t getting the joke.

Belle and Sebastian. Malcolm Middleton. Camera Obscura. Frightened Rabbit. Aside from and possibly because of the fact that they’re all Scots, these bands share another commonality: at the exposed heart of each group’s sound is a signature contradiction of heavy lyrics set to undeniably catchy instrumentals. Cue the laugh track. “There’s a black sense of humour which is absolutely Scottish,” explains Hutchinson. “[It's] not even British, actually. It’s very specific. It’s like we’re just the underdog. Every time. In terms of sport, in terms of just… I don’t know, the rest of the world. It’s like a small country that kicks hard. You know, making light of extreme pain is quite a Scottish thing to do.”

Hutchinson clearly finds this cultural quirk appealing and is upfront about how the band deliberately incorporates the sonic disparity of happy/sad into their music. He openly admits that it was a “modus operandi from the start” to make use of this contradiction: “It’s an open door. And then you walk into the song and it sounds kind of immediately safe and easy. And then all of a sudden you’re hit with this, like, fairly bleak, dark, heavy imagery and it’s a shock.” Anyone who has taken even the most casual of listens to Frightened Rabbit will understand the weighty imagery Hutchinson is talking about. With Midnight Organ Fight’s frequent lyrical cameos of leprosy and other bloody, infectious things, Hutchinson aimed to paint a recognizable portrait of a relationship literally and figuratively on its last leg. “Everyone has a body and understands that feeling.” he says of using the human form as a metaphor for a disintegrating romantic bond. “And it’s much simpler than an emotional kind of study.”

**

That being said, fans of the rotting-from-the-inside-out lyrical content might be disappointed to hear that bodies will be a bit more… intact on the upcoming Frightened Rabbit release. “The reason for the disease thing [on Midnight Organ Fight] was it was like a heartache involved in there. Um… I don’t know if you noticed that,” he quips. “It’s kind of – it’s totally obvious. But this time ’round, I am thankful to say that since that record has come out, there has been none of that. I had to change my tactic a little bit.” Given that heartache seems to be the fuel Organ Fight thrived on, fans may be wondering what will fill the tank on the upcoming album. I shall quell your curiosity and adhere to this ridiculous fuel analogy. You ready for this? The next Frightened Rabbit album will be an eco-friendly vessel; it’s running on water.

“It seems to go on deeper into the ocean and metaphors,” says Hutchinson of the next Frightened Rabbit album. But don’t count on a straight up ode to the sea. “I tried to steer away from making it too concept album-y, but I kind of like records where there’s a recurring theme.” Because of this and also because of his desire to “create a body of work that makes sense”, Hutchinson made a point of including references to the last album on this new, fully-recorded but not (as of the interview) fully mixed or titled album. “Um– I can’t– I know– no,” Hutchinson finally concludes when I ask if the album has a title. “I’m not just being cagey!” he offers. “I’m kind of annoyed. It’s keeping me awake at night. I don’t have one. I have maybe ten options and none of them seem to be working yet.” One such option for the record’s name is the first song that he wrote for the album, “Swim Until You Can’t See Land“, but I make no promises as to this being the eventual title.

As for the upcoming record’s sound, I’ll leave it to Hutchinson to describe: “Sonically it’s much more layered. It was a really quick process the last time with Midnight Organ Fight. And [there] was a lot of stuff that I didn’t have time to get on there. Budget-wise it was a much smaller thing, so it was a total rush. This time it was like… you know we were still working solid all day, but it felt a lot more relaxed and I can safely say that it’s all on there this time. And although I wouldn’t say it’s become overblown and orchestral, it’s certainly much more how I always wanted the band to sound,” he explains. “It’s a departure from us sounding like a four-piece guitar band. There are samples and loops led and synthesized sounds. It’s not electronic! We’re trying to go for more of like a Brian Eno, Sigur Rós type soundscape. And yeah, I think it’s got more muscle and it’s going to be slightly more dramatic.”

Hutchinson has obvious frustrations with Frightened Rabbit’s previous release, and though he certainly isn’t unhappy with how the songs turned out (he mentions a couple times that he is “pleased” with them), it seems to be a case of unfulfilled expectations. “It just didn’t quite match up to what was playing like in my head. It was always disappointing.” Thankfully, he seems to be feeling much more optimistic about the new album: “This one is matching up to how it played in my head. It’s the first time ever.”

Rabid Rabbit fans can expect a new song or two to come out towards the end of this year, while the album will be fully released at the beginning of 2010. And after the overwhelming, near-worship reception the band got at their sold out Toronto show, I can only hope they’ve been encouraged make more frequent hops over the pond. I’d like to think that the hard-kicking, small-country’d lads of Frightened Rabbit have found our expanse of Canadian soil to be a softer landing.

(P.S. If Scott Hutchinson were a singing animal, he’d be an owl because he’d “rather be out and about at night-time.” Fair enough, sir.)

**

At this point in the interview, I decide to put my first-year English course to work and mention that in t.s. eliot’s The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock, eliot had a similar tendency to focus in on parts of the body as opposed to the body as a whole, and (theoretically) did so because of a (theoretical) fear of intimacy. “I see,” replies Hutchinson. He then takes a moment to mull over the observation, and in the small silence I shift from a) satisfaction at being able to actually apply my debt-laden arts education to the real world, on to b) slight anxiety at the subtly confused expression on his face, and finally to c) self-loathing at my pretentious and far-reaching conclusions. Drawing abstract comparisons between pop music and t.s. eliot? Who do I think I am? I realize that Scott Hutchinson of Frightened Rabbit probably hates me now. He is disgusted by my ignorance. He is insulted by my very presence. And then. He speaks. “I mean it may come from that kind of… maybe… looking into it… maybe it does come from that! Kind of the social awkwardness of like… staring at someone’s knee for a conversation…” My question sheet has been covering my knee, so I move it aside in an accommodating sort of way. And he laughs. I take a hesitant peek out from under the disgraced rock I have taken social refuge beneath. Alas, I have not died of embarrassment and shall live to interview another day. The end!

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