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Incendiary: “Anti-Art” by Leopard Smoke

Describe your band hyper-prolific and you get attention. Proving that your band deserve that attention is all another ballgame. But the claim Leopard Smoke made in its bio is nothing close to hogwash self-importance. Head over the group’s Bandcamp page and you are overwhelmed with how much material Felix and Roy, as Leopard Smoke, have produced. This New York avant-garde folk duo sounds sophisticated and trippy at the same time, balancing acoustic guitar qualities shadowed by lo-fi smothering.  For their “fourth, sixth or eleventh depending on how you look at it” record Infinite Lush, the act squandered inspiration from all over New York probably after ampling up Central Park gigs that surmounted the 14 tracks that make up the record.

Infinite Lush carries one of my favorite tracks this early time of the year, “Anti-Art.” Shying away from three-minute mark, the song is audaciously frank in its mockery of a so-called struggling artist persona. With its tousled guitars (sounding battered and almost weary as its hero) and almost-squealing vocal work, “Anti-Art” can be translated as Leopard Smoke’s homage to their peers, to independent musicians who are ‘looking for an audience.’  That can be another way of looking at it as some of the lyrics refer to a visual kind with lines like ‘no one wants to understand your master plan, your doodling.’ Either way, the song is self-explanatory but the truth in it rings the most noteworthy. Written for people who create music, installations, or maybe even films, the song dissects the dilemma of being an author of any kind of creation.

What would classify an amateur from being an artist? Do we use the term “artist” so much these days that we have rubbed off the integrity of the word? Moreso, what is art? Reading too much? Maybe.

Leopard Smoke in the end asks, “it’s not 1922, what’s so special about you?”

You get the drift.

Bandlinks: Bandcamp. Blog. Facebook.

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Incendiary: “In Your Nature” by Zola Jesus

“If it’s in your nature, you’ll never win,” threatens Nika Roza Danilova.

Zola Jesus’s return hinted a year-long visibility for the goth-sketched singer, starting with “Vessels” and the best guest vocals of the year in M83′s Intro. And of course because of Conatus— a Latin word that describes a creation’s continued pursuit to strive, to fully realize its purpose and eventually its demise. In her latest record, most of the tracks are intended for serious gestation, hidden for immediate accessibility and pleading for time and reflection. It does not help that Zola Jesus thunders in her rounded, throaty vocals cloaking the lyrics of the  songs. One stand out and can be considered as Conatus‘s tower is “In Your Nature,” a fatalistic look at a person’s inability to adapt change that spells doom to another person’s Moira and later himself.

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Incendiary: The Drift’s “Luminous Friend”

The back story is rather a somber one and it hovers throughout the track in its six minutes scale.  Last January, The Drift‘s trumpet player Jeff Jacobs passed away due to cancer. Before that, he had blessed the band to continue on with the music and send the band back to the studio writing Blue Hour. The catalyst of the record might have known the course of the future for the band, that in honor of his memory is a reflective, haunting piece of work that take hold of listeners in a very intimate affair.

The cover of Blue Hour is beyond words, it enclaves more of feelings. Knowing the history of the record and listening to the track “Luminous Friend” is a commitment only the reckless would try to put into words. The track is a haunting downplay of restrained layers of guitars and ubiquitous drumming, whirring off from each band member’s recollection. It is a separate journey lending yourself to ‘Luminous Friend,” like walking through thick, sheer of clouds from a dream that leaves some bittersweet morning after realizations.

“Luminous Friend” is not fated for a random shuffle in our daily mix of personal hymns. It is made of stories, of reverence to another person in another place, lent only for us to peer in. This might not be our story and we might not get the whole picture, but it tells one singular feeling all of us can relate to.

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Incendiary: St. Vincent’s “Champagne Year”

Incendiary- a song that may/ may not change your life but will surely make you feel warm, fuzzy inside as you rock the rest of the days.

Annie Clark finds it necessary to use a moniker to impersonal, filtrate or conceal herself in guise of St. Vincent however in that case, St. Vincent (or Annie Clark) has built enough abstractions that are too hard to get through. Self-portraits on her album covers might have been a give away but not. Blank stare of those wide-stark eyes are enough to say that she is a character that would say things that most of us wanting to hear by not speaking of them. Intriguing and complex, St. Vincent surpasses her contemporaries without trying. No outlandish grandeur of Florence Welch, discontented rich-girl heaviness of Lykke Li or alter ego gimmickry of Gaga. Not a grain of it. While Marry Me and Actor are congenial and accessible (by the standards of her own work) Strange Mercy takes us to darker, experimental lands of discordance and suppression, of an experience raged about by her riffs and stuttering. I spent the last week going through Strange Mercy, on a train, over beer or as I took my walks; and one song towers over the others in a very spectral yet lovely sort of way.

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An Apparition: Jeff Mangum Live at Trinity St. Paul’s

Photo courtesy of Katuwapitiya.com

In case you haven’t noticed, the tagline of this blog worships Neutral Milk Hotel’s wordsmith Jeff Magnum and his stellar In The Aeroplane Over The Sea which pretty much sorts out this blog’s blind faith over the shy Mr. Magnum. After over 10 years, Jeff Magnum performed live last August 13, 2011 at Trinity St. Paul’s Center in Toronto as the first of the concerts he will do for his tour. A Jeff Magnum tour that will last until December, that is he does not disappear over too much attention given by his comeback. It sounds odd to say that word “comeback” for most of serious NMH fans have been obsessing their records nonstop and has developed borderline kilter  imagining that NMH is as present and around like say, Brandon Cox.

The sold-out show was described by many as worth-the-wait-but-must-not-happen-to-me-everyday-or-i’ll-kill-myself-out-of-too-much-pleasure sort of thing. It was huge that as early as June tickets were out and the infamous Ebay-bidding story came about where the ticket rocketed up to $5,600. Sadly that time, the one who took the bait had not known that Jeff had plans of a straight on tour, or he would saved it for all of the dates and stuffed himself to death of carrots. For the ones like me who were neither in Toronto nor had thousand of dollars sprouting in the garden, Southern Souls live recordings are like an epiphany. I listened, downloaded and gleamed in the dark since it was made available. Right-clicking took me years and years, backwards and beyond.

“What a beautiful dream

That could flash on the screen

In a blink of an eye and be gone from me

Soft and sweet

Let me hold it close and keep it here with me…”

Get “In The Aeroplane Over The Sea,” ”Oh Comely,” “Two-Headed Boy Pt.2,” “Naomi” and the rest here.

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