Monday, May 28, 2007

Mas Sexi Live: Arcade Fire

May 27, 2007
Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall
Portland, Oregon


There is sometimes a certain and very specific type of syndrome many people experience after attending a particularly compelling concert. Related to the better-known "movie hangover," the "post-show stupor" can last hours, even days, and its symptoms include vertigo, swooning, fatigue, loss of speech, earworms, uncontrollable humming, and sometimes OCD-like manias in the form of pressing the "play" button on one's iPod until the related band's albums drain the battery. There is no known cure, but writing to you while my own post-show stupor is still in its death throes, I can't imagine anybody wanting one.

When Arcade Fire played Portland's Crystal Ballroom in 2005, their encore consisted of marching everyone out onto the intersection of Burnside and SW 14th and playing an impromptu 20-minute set. I wasn't there to see that, but I was still holding out for some special sort of transcendence this time.

We arrived at the Schnitzer (affectionately known as the "Schnitz" in this neck of the woods) not long after the 8pm starting time and opening band Electrelane were already well into their set. The Schnitz (once known as the Paramount Theater and easily recognizable by the large "Portland" sign on the side of the building) is a classical concert hall and vaudeville that has been restored to its 1920s Italian Rococo splendor. It's also easily one of the most beautiful venues I've ever seen. The juxtaposition of a marble and velvet theater lit by huge crystal chandeliers and scored with Electrelane's motorik art-rock created a sense of "through-the-looking-glass" surreality and it halved my head right down the middle.


We found our seats on the orchestra level and the adorable couple to my right proposed a swig of Maker's Mark from their flask. Already vibrating from the drinks we started with at home, I couldn't in good conscience refuse their offer and so I accepted. Then we spot Sleater-Kinney's Carrie Brownstein front and center and we're all having a coronary. (The Decemberists' Colin Meloy and Death Cab for Cutie's Ben Gibbard are, we later hear, somewhere out there, too.) When the 60s soul and girl group tunes being piped into the hall fade out and the lights finally dim, everyone explodes.

MP3: Arcade Fire - "Keep the Car Running"

Can I just tell you? The sound? Flawless. The lows were deep and rooted at the base of our spines; the highs were loud and crisp with a snap at the top of our skulls. And once we heard the crescendo of strings that lead into "Keep the Car Running," all 3,000 people in that hall jumped up out of their seats with a shout and never sat back down.

MP3: Arcade Fire - "No Cars Go"

From "Keep the Car Running" to "No Cars Go," the band started as they meant to go on: with a series of epic bangs. One song after another, even when they slowed it down for a moaner once or twice, the entire show was a constant barrage of gorgeousness. But that's not to say they were over-precious. Frontman Win Butler provided levity throughout the night with cute asides to his wife-slash-musical partner-in-crime Regine Chassagne and running jokes about the goth convention in town (three consecutive nights of goth and industrial bands at the Crystal Ballroom brought the black-clad ones out in droves all week), but Butler's own dark roots evinced his intended good humor. "Aren't they supposed to be... you know, solitary?" he quipped between songs. "The Internet is a powerful tool!"


It was organized chaos--musicians trading off instruments, going from accordion to keyboard to guitar and hurdy-gurdy--sometimes resembling a rather beautiful carnival sideshow. Percussion was banged on drums, amplifiers, the stage, even other band members' backs. Halfway through their set, the dirge-like title track from Neon Bible segues softly into "Distortions," a Clinic cover that absolutely no one expected. The room darkens and spotlights focus on Butler and his mirrored guitar, creating an effect that makes it appear as if he's made of stained glass. Shards of light shoot out of him and into the crowd as the band joins in for the last few strains. It is, if you'll excuse the sap, frankly magical.


For "Rebellion (Lies)," the last song before the encore, Butler dives out into the crowd to take pictures of folks with their own cameras. It's a sweet send-off before the fake-out exit, and when the band makes its way back to the stage after a minute or two, Butler is replaced by a cardboard cutout of himself with a display screen face. The real Butler has positioned himself at the pipe organ in back for "My Body Is a Cage" and his singing face, captured by video camera, is projected onto the figure's head. How's that for stage presence?

MP3: Arcade Fire - "Rebellion (Lies)"

He assumes his place at center stage once more for the finale, and when all 3,000 fans and converts in the crowd shout along with the ten band members up on stage at the top of their lungs to "Wake Up" (the booming soccer-chant anthem from their freshman masterpiece, Funeral), it becomes more than just a music concert. It becomes a spiritual revival. That huge pipe organ up there in the back, that big open bible projected in neon onto the drapes and screens, the fog and the lights--no matter how cliched and trite it may sound, and no matter whether you're a middle-aged couple spurred by the article in the New York Times or you suspect you'll be late to first period the following morning, I defy you to say, straight-faced and honestly, that you haven't just had a religious experience. That transcendence I was looking for? Got it. And who says no one goes to church on Sunday anymore?



Setlist:
Keep the Car Running
No Cars Go
Haiti
Neighborhood #2 (Laika)
Black Mirror
In the Backseat
Neon Bible
Distortions
Antichrist Television Blues
The Well and the Lighthouse
Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)
Intervention
Ocean of Noise
Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)
Rebellion (Lies)

Encore:

My Body is a Cage
Wake Up

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Freestyle Wednesday #1: Shannon

Freestyle--also known in other forms as Miami bass or, more generally, old-school electro--is a musical genre familiar to most children of the 80s. Those who were cool enough to cruise around in a Camaro IROC-Z with 808 beats pumping out of the trunk (or who had older siblings letting them ride along in that tiny backseat) will wax nostalgically when an old freestyle song comes on the radio, and unless you were already waist-deep in either the goth or butt rock of the era, you can't help but love it to this day.


MP3: Shannon - "Let the Music Play"

Widely known as the first freestyle dance track in musical history, "Let the Music Play" has been remixed and covered by others, but it's the original record by Shannon and New York producer Chris Barbosa that made all the waves. Barbosa, along with co-producer Ed Chisolm, isolated the electro funk sound made famous by Afrikaa Bambaataa's "Planet Rock" (whose own sound was birthed by the grandaddies of modern electro, Kraftwerk) by incorporating Latin American dance rhythms and electronic elements taken from the era's emerging new wave movement.


There's still plenty of speculation as to why the resulting sound was dubbed "freestyle." Some believe it's because after the steady and consistent disco beats club DJs had been mixing together up until that point, the syncopated drum machine rhythms in this new sound gave them more creative freedom on the decks. Others believe it's either because of the vocal techniques or the style of dancing that freestyle music spawned. Most likely it's due to a mix-up between a musical group called Freestyle and the sound that became synonymous with them and their contemporaries. Whatever the reason, "Let the Music Play" topped the charts and blazed a trail that's still being tread by artists who incorporate samples and lyrics from well-known freestyle tracks in their music.

MP3: Shannon - "Give Me Tonight"

Shannon's follow-up single didn't chart quite as well as "Let the Music Play," but it was still embraced in clubs and on the airwaves. "Give Me Tonight" received recent attention from its spot on the Party Monster soundtrack as well, and while it has no shortage of fond affections due to nostalgia and the current music scene's "80s chic" resurgence, "Let the Music Play" is the one that will always be remembered as everyone's "jam." Dance pop, and pop of any species for that matter, would never be the same after that first unmistakable whiplash intro.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Kudu - Death of the Party


Death of the Party isn't really Kudu's first album, but we suspect that's what they'd tell us if we asked. An earlier incarnation of the band found them trying on a dress of an entirely different shade, and while their eponymous debut is just fine for relaxing in, say, a smoke-filled room, the electronic tendencies they hint at on that first album come out swinging in a blur of fishnet and leather on Death of the Party.

MP3: Kudu - "Suite Life"

The album's opener, "Hot Lava," betrays their influences nicely. Traces of Siouxsie & the Banshees and latin funk culminate in a lascivious hook about shaking and blowing, but it's the next track over that finally puts out. "Suite Life" opens with a speaker-rattling bass and jungle beat that's a perfect match for front-wraith Sylvia Gordon's come-hither vamping. She even spits a little rhyme before the chorus thrusts you in the general direction of her penthouse.

MP3: Kudu - "Bar Star"

The clear standout comes two tracks later. "Bar Star" is palpable Chicago post-house that always seems to make it into most of my sets. Whispered Salt-n-Pepa references, handclaps (I'm a sucker for those), and lyrics about someone with "a rhinestone rocket ship and disco balls"? We're practically all danced out.

MP3: Kudu - "Let's Finish"

An album that relies so heavily on beats and synths is bound to take it easy at some point for fear of pummeling us, and that's what happens in the second half of Death of the Party. Overblown electronics and histrionic operatics make way for fuzzy washes of synth and tinkling harmonics over falsetto come-ons, but it's a slick and easy trudge to the finish line. Just short of, actually, because it's those last few inches Gordon's begging for on "Let's Finish" that are going to bring it on home for Kudu. The street sounds of their native New York introduce the slithery affair, and that descending stab in the background seems to be beckoning you lower, lower. It's a production we know Prince would be proud of in so many different ways, and who are we to argue with that?

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Mas Sexi Honors: TV on the Radio

Sure, we could start this off with unreleases and leaks for the kids, but I couldn't in good conscience mount a foray into 2007's musical offerings without acknowledging the absolute hands-down greatest single of 2006. Onward, friends...

MP3: TV on the Radio - "Wolf Like Me"

TV on the Radio are one of those happy flukes of musical nature. While other bands make hungry work of moving past their sophomore slump, these guys are resting on the laurels of their critically-acclaimed masterpiece Return to Cookie Mountain. After 2004's Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes scored the band a Shortlist Music Prize, expectations for their second and eagerly anticipated proper full-length (2002 self-release OK Calculator notwithstanding) were pretty high. Signing to legendary record label 4AD for European distribution also didn't hurt.


Shoot forward to the mislabeled and unmastered Internet leak of Return to Cookie Mountain and the collective gasp of fans, both adoring and hipster-cynical alike, propelling mixed-up tracks onto blogs and message boards, and you've got a pretty good idea of how the laureation begins. I don't know about you, but the first time I heard "Wolf Like Me" (originally ID3-labeled "Playhouses"), I nearly fell out of my seat for all the bopping and jaw-dropping. The album was officially released in July of 2006 (September in the U.S.) to praise worthy of its various "Album of the Year" spots on year-end lists, but it's Return's lycanthropian ode to lust that seals the deal. Not only is "Wolf Like Me" a bona-fide dance-floor packer that Meatball Magic regulars never get sick of thrashing around to, it's also a howling testament to one band's double-fisted ability to rock the fucking house. And how.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Inebriation leads inauguration.

Well, hello! Vance likes to adopt an unassuming stance. It's very sexy. But for those of you who really are wondering what's going on here, I'll tell you:

You, friends, have reached Mas Sexi, the official Meatball Magic music blog. I'm Alan, your humble co-host, also known as DJ Cuckoo. Down there? That's Vance, or DJ Heinz to those of you he hasn't introduced himself to quite yet. Welcome and sit your ass down.

What, you ask, is Meatball Magic? Well, aside from being a ridiculous (and unrelated) late-night infomercial-rampaging meat sphere-making gadget, Meatball Magic is the longest-running independent and alternative club night in California's central valley. Truth is, if you haven't heard of us by now, you're either busy sucking or busy not living near Fresno. Kudos.

Still curious? There's an early interview you can check out over at Fresno Famous. That's the link right there. Very enlightening. Plus, you can check out our setlists and photos from every event in our Myspace blog. Also, you can listen to our radio interview for KFCF (KPFA in Berkeley) if you'd like. It aired last year and mostly we just talked shit and played music. Very fun. Here's the link:

MP3: Meatball Magic on Move On Up - June 30, 2006

Now: bookmark this blog, put us in your favorites, and subscribe before you forget, because otherwise you'll miss us knocking your socks off with musical ephemera to tide you over until you can make it out to the club (or, if you can't, at least until you can get awesome). Lots of shit-talking and music-sharing. You won't regret it. We promise.


Dance, we said.

Running with the shadows of marinara sauce.

I don't understand what's going on here. Someone tell me.

Now.