The Black Keys/El Camino

This record is a smash, opening with the first single ‘Lonely Boy’. Out on December 6th, the fourth record with Nonesuch, The Black Keys’ seventh studio album El Camino is an advanced sound of their body of work. Produced by Danger Mouse [whose hands have been in projects as far back as The Grey Album and as soon as this year's Rome with Daniele Luppi]  and the duo themselves, El Camino is full of production. [Finally a band that uses panning!] The detail in recording is so heavy that you barely notice it. Seamless layers of Auerbach’s dirty guitar mingle with hand claps and chorus. Patrick Carney will always stand out as one of the most underrated rock drummers. He is concise and holds it together. Tight, unusual drum fills back up raunchy guitar solos and that raspy croon – the Keys’ signature sound.

actually, its a Chrysler minivan

The only complaints about this band remain that all their music sounds the same and blends into one. But El Camino gives us a varied song structure and, if possible, shows off better use of their instruments. The Black Keys use the same sounds, yes. But they make memorable records where each stands out on its own. Auerbach and Carney have been perfecting their craft for ten years, from their cover of ‘She Said She Said’ on their debut The Big Come Up in 2002 to the heavily underrated twangs found on 2008′s Attack & Release.

Track four, ‘Little Black Submarines’ [below], shows off Auerbach’s tender acoustic side [much like parts of his 2009 solo effort Keep It Hid]. While you fall in love with it just long enough, the fender rhodes smoothing you over in the background, electricity kicks in with riffs, solos and more standout drumming from Carney. It gives us two versions of the same song on the same track. The Black Keys showed us on Brothers that they can make a record where not only is every track a hit, but is also built on smarts. El Camino is full of them: ‘Money Maker’, ‘Stop Stop’, ‘Gold On The Ceiling’ and b-side single ‘Run Right Back’ all flaunt their hooks – but this time with wah wahs and gender-mixed choruses while all are coated with meticulous musicianship.


Savoring this rock is hard. The only thing you can do wrong is play it too much, too soon. First you’ll bob your head, then you’ll sing along and soon enough you’ll find yourself dancing. [It's never too soon for choreography.] With hand claps on ‘Sister’, the charming, destroyed love of broken hearts are washed away on the grunge channel, The Black Keys way. Sometimes the guitar is too perfect. It sounds like a machine. Carney’s drums morph towards the close of ‘Hell Of A Season’ [below] and sound industrial. It’s refreshing.


The Black Keys know their place as producers, musicians and marketers. They are here to rock backing up traditional styles and sounds with original design and personal touch. Blues rock is meant for every season and every age. Loud music was meant to be heard this way, in excellence. El Camino has keys layered with guitars, heartache, and if you listen close enough, the portrait of every small rock club you hope to see. Carney and Auerbach are longtime friends and have been writing together since the beginning. While they both have had their hands in other projects, it is here where they belong. And it is here, where I hope they’ll stay. You can pre-order at their website while admiring every tasteful minivan of the past.

the fourth wall comes down

Usually performers stay in their world on stage. And everyone else watching plays along. It’s what makes live theater so fun. But then they can break the fourth wall and directly address the audience. Breaking the fourth wall lives in all mediums. Lyrics address their own pop song and Wayne Campbell narrates his collection of hair nets and name tags right into the camera. But in the online world, there is no fourth wall. The participants are the audience and visa versa. The method of distribution has changed. Instead of being controlled by few, it is (or can be) all of us. And there are so many of us involved that it doesn’t matter that its happening at the same time. [Mind, we are still learning to deal with an overflow. Also mind the gatekeepers.] But if the fourth wall is still there, it’s tiny and shrinking.

So it seems strange to me why people are still discussing do-it-yourself, or DIY if you will. When I hear the phrase do-it-yourself in music I think about early record labels like SST and tales of Black Flag and the Minutemen touring in a friend’s van. Since those ‘early days’ DIY has become commonplace in music. With the rise of what technology and home recording have become, how could it not?  Between the online soon-to-be-famous hip hop mixtape and chillwave sweeping the nation, we’ve seen nobodys become everybodys on the cover of magazines and national press discuss those bedroom heroes.

Odd Future has been one of the most talked about acts of the year online, and they began with online mixtapes and track releases - just like Washed Out, Cults, Lil B, Wiz Khalifa and A$AP Rocky – who ended up signing a $3 million dollar deal with Sony/RCA. The majors are snatching up the minors, if they’re lucky. [Part of his $3 million is going to fund a group label A$AP Worldwide.]

These acts have captured the attention of anyone with the internet. But this whole list, aside from the Odd Future collective, have been boring to me. [Odd Future is one of the newest sounds this year has seen. And certainly the best hip hop.] I’m still baffled by the hype surrounding Washed Out and Cults. It proves the point that if enough fingers point in the same direction, we’ll all turn our head.

SPIN Dec. 2011

It’s an uneasy feeling, thinking that everyone buys into the same sounds. I recently spent time back-listening to WXPN’s World Cafe episodes. In his  20th Anniversary compilation episode Beck said something in particular that struck me. That ‘samples have become so expensive, almost as much as an album budget, it has shoved hip hop into a world of generic drum machines’, where they all start to sound the same. ‘It’s pushed us away from traditional hip hop that was built off borrowing music and samples’, like DJ Kool Herc, Public Enemy, Run-DMC and the Beastie Boys. While the home mixtape makes for great artist discovery, what follows can and usually leads to  generic production.

Home recording leaves me troubled. While some of it works, others lose their detail. It’s where we get washed up sounds of dreamy scapes and undecipherable mumblings. Indie rock home recordings all start to blend together perhaps because they are all coming from the same place. But even knowing this, I know we cannot live without home recording. Without it we would have a fraction of content to discuss and it would strain the creative freedom of so many. Basement tapes and backyard sessions are just the natural progression.

While it seems to be working in hip hop’s favor, chillwave and indie rock are getting more and more boring. [Or shall I say 'bro-ing'?] They are all steeping in success, while the sounds and lyrics are diluting. Maybe it’s just mimicking the Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out psychedelia of the mid 60s. And chillwave is the answer to the new apathetic recession era twenty-somethings. As for hip hop, still Odd Future aside, it’s been unimpressive. Especially the new Drake (wait, were we ever impressed?) And I love it when your hair’s still wet/Cause you just took a shower/Running on a treadmill, and only eating salad/Sounds so smart, like you graduated college/Like you went to yale, but you probably went to Howard. Boring and generic. I was distracted and almost forgot that he was in a Sprite commercial…but then I remembered that he looks like a marketing tool.

 

Not only do I still miss rock and roll, I am growing more and more frustrated with new music. M83 belongs in a Victoria’s Secret commercial and not in the new chillwave front-runners section. The end of the year is strangely looming. Thank god we have one more coming. El Camino from The Black Keys is out Dec. 6th. Until then, its month old records and strict listening – to make sure I know my place. Do you know yours?

rock and roll, i miss you-

New music has been dissatisfying. The majority of new acts have become one man synth bands. We either get that or A$AP Rocky- which seems to fulfill people’s hip hop needs with drum machines and lyrics full of hype and swag. Nothing profound [also see Watch The Throne. Note: this is in no way shape or form hatred towards hip hop. I love hip hop. Thank you, Das Racist. It's just this indie hip hop world  is pop rap. Simply here to entertain white bread and dilute the genre's necessary racial lines.]

Where have all the rock bands gone?

I have found one recently, barely recent with their record released on September 9th, that I’ve fallen in love with. WATERS, dare I say it, is a one man band. But he isn’t the kind that hides behind his buttons and nobs. Van Pierszalowski, mouthful: yes, plays rock and roll guitars. Imagine that. Out In The Light rocks really hard and is embedded with indie rock charms, full of folk and romance. I love it more each spin.


Another new romantic record happens to be from a returning favorite band, Surfer Blood. Tarot Classics EP is four songs too short, hence the romance. The listening is intimate because after the first time, you replay it out of  bare necessity. It’s great to hear a band take their original sound from a debut, keep it, and manage to make something fresh.


 

They still remain Surfer Blood – but you aren’t tired of them. Their catchy, wavy songs from Astrocoast are charming and unforgettable. And the new EP is a hopeful look into the future. It’s a new band who used their second release to show us that they wont be swallowed up in the blogosphere. That they wont be a one-record-wonder. That they might really have something to sonically show for themselves. I just hope more bands in this boat can deliver a sophomore record. Debut favorites from Yuck [who are already strangely releasing a remaster] WU LYF (below) and Unknown Mortal Orchestra only get my hopes up further. All of which, by the way, are excellent live shows. WU LYF’s drummer is the best I’ve seen all year.


I dearly hope they don’t get washed out with chillwave acts. In a recent interview, Bradford Cox [of Deerhunter and Atlas Sound] spoke about the chillwave ‘movement’ [his word, not mine]:  “Chillwave came along, and it turned ambient music into this perfume that overwhelmed the room. It used to feel therapeutic, but then it started to feel like people would put anything through three delay pedals.” I’m not sure I could’ve said it better myself. From Toro Y Moi, whose new EP, Freaking Out belongs in 1986 [it took me a few listens, but I really do dig it (listen to a goodie below)], to M83′s Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming and Panda Bear and Washed Out remixes from Clams Casino and The Weeknd and newly hyped Glass Candy – I am overwhelmed. Thank god we are hearing more from White Denim. And I’ve fallen in love with Patrick Carney all over again as he produces the new album from Tennis [a band I've recently realized I love. And I love how little excitement has surrounded them. Maybe I can keep them to myself for a little while longer.]


Consider this a love note to rock and roll. I miss you. Please come back soon. Bring my variety and be more brash. And also, as a post script to chillwave, or whatever it is you call your remixes and mash-ups, revisits and reissues: take a break. I’d love to hear something different. Few of you have surprised me, mostly you all sound alike. As for the rest of you…

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