Catchy, Good or Both? Ke$ha "Only Wanna Dance With You"

Somewhere Julian Casablancas weeps. Ke$ha’s third proper album Warrior drops 12/4. We’ve heard the first single “Die Young” in all it’s “very-Ke$ha” glory, but the album also contains the uncanny Strokes send up “Only Wanna Dance With You”. Let’s try to figure out if this song is catchy, good or both.

Let’s start with the things that make this song catchy:

-From the outset the rhythmic strumming evokes the Strokes, one of the catchiest bands of the 20-aughts (the prechorus is basically identical to that of “Last Night”)

-The rhythm of the vocal delivery follows the strumming pattern, creating a gloriously overemphasized bop.

-That CHORUS. I played this song for a couple friends last night and one of them intimated that pop songsmiths turn out songs like this quickly and easily. I disagreed. The “only wanna dance with yaaaaoooou” is so much catchier that “only wanna dance with you” (this is a difficult thing for me to express in writing, but I mean the fact that she goes up a half step higher than she needs to for the “with yaaa” so she can come back down for the “ouuuuuu”).

-Rhyming “toniiight” with “alriiiight” has always and will always be catchy as hell.

-At one point Ke$ha says “Come to my place let’s kick it all night/and hardcore makeout til it gets light…. ALRIGHT?” Yes, yes Ke$ha that would be fine.

Now let’s look at the things about this song that are not good:

-It’s verrrry repetitive rhythmically. This means that even though the chords change in the prechorus and chorus, the song doesn’t feel very dynamic

-Ke$ha’s lyrics (as much as I happen to love them) are pretty objectively terrible (“I’m so over it with love, every guy just super sucks”)

-….

I like to picture Ke$ha’s creative process involving a giant warehouse with a large AstroTurf  batting cage setup. Every 3 hours Ke$ha’s production team coaxes her from a side room — from which she emerges tentatively and bleary-eyed, like a baby penguin — luring her in to the batting cage with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Ke$ha burps and holds her hands palm-up at her sides impatiently. “OK Ke$h,” short for Ke$ha, “on this track you’re going to sing about how you went to a show to have a mellow night but then you saw this dude and you just couldn’t help yourself…”

Ke$ha ponders this wordlessly for a few seconds, then nods, picking up a giant neon pink inflatable baseball bat. Max Martin stands five feet in front of her and ever-so-gently lobs a beach ball underhand. During its flight Ke$ha itches her crotch and then steadies the bat on her shoulder, almost teetering over backwards in the process. But suddenly as the beach ball reaches her she stares narrowly ahead and laces it 65 feet across the warehouse.

And we’ve got a take.

Ke$ha “Only Wanna Dance With You”

Final Verdict:

Very Catchy, Kinda Great

Catchy, Good or Both? Ke$ha "Only Wanna Dance With You"

Somewhere Julian Casablancas weeps. Ke$ha’s third proper album Warrior drops 12/4. We’ve heard the first single “Die Young” in all it’s “very-Ke$ha” glory, but the album also contains the uncanny Strokes send up “Only Wanna Dance With You”. Let’s try to figure out if this song is catchy, good or both.

Let’s start with the things that make this song catchy:

-From the outset the rhythmic strumming evokes the Strokes, one of the catchiest bands of the 20-aughts (the prechorus is basically identical to that of “Last Night”)

-The rhythm of the vocal delivery follows the strumming pattern, creating a gloriously overemphasized bop.

-That CHORUS. I played this song for a couple friends last night and one of them intimated that pop songsmiths turn out songs like this quickly and easily. I disagreed. The “only wanna dance with yaaaaoooou” is so much catchier that “only wanna dance with you” (this is a difficult thing for me to express in writing, but I mean the fact that she goes up a half step higher than she needs to for the “with yaaa” so she can come back down for the “ouuuuuu”).

-Rhyming “toniiight” with “alriiiight” has always and will always be catchy as hell.

-At one point Ke$ha says “Come to my place let’s kick it all night/and hardcore makeout til it gets light…. ALRIGHT?” Yes, yes Ke$ha that would be fine.

Now let’s look at the things about this song that are not good:

-It’s verrrry repetitive rhythmically. This means that even though the chords change in the prechorus and chorus, the song doesn’t feel very dynamic

-Ke$ha’s lyrics (as much as I happen to love them) are pretty objectively terrible (“I’m so over it with love, every guy just super sucks”)

-….

I like to picture Ke$ha’s creative process involving a giant warehouse with a large AstroTurf  batting cage setup. Every 3 hours Ke$ha’s production team coaxes her from a side room — from which she emerges tentatively and bleary-eyed, like a baby penguin — luring her in to the batting cage with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Ke$ha burps and holds her hands palm-up at her sides impatiently. “OK Ke$h,” short for Ke$ha, “on this track you’re going to sing about how you went to a show to have a mellow night but then you saw this dude and you just couldn’t help yourself…”

Ke$ha ponders this wordlessly for a few seconds, then nods, picking up a giant neon pink inflatable baseball bat. Max Martin stands five feet in front of her and ever-so-gently lobs a beach ball underhand. During its flight Ke$ha itches her crotch and then steadies the bat on her shoulder, almost teetering over backwards in the process. But suddenly as the beach ball reaches her she stares narrowly ahead and laces it 65 feet across the warehouse.

And we’ve got a take.

Ke$ha “Only Wanna Dance With You”

Final Verdict:

Very Catchy, Kinda Great

The Best of 2012, Volume 1: Albums

Hi everybody and welcome to the hMsM Best of 2012! We’ll cover the best albums of 2012 first, followed by songs, the Best of 2012 Playlist, and a few surprises. Stay tuned!

10. Jessie WareDevotion

Jessie Ware got her first big shot this year with a major label debut. Walking the thin line between bedroom electro pop and classic soul and R&B, Devotion is gorgeously composed without ever feeling showy or over-the-top. Ware is a confident but understated vocalist; even at her most vulnerable and pleading she still sings like she’s in the room with you, looking you right in the eyes. (Track Highlights: “Wildest Moments”, “110%”, “Night Lite”, “Something Inside”)

9. Dirty ProjectorsSwing Lo Magellan

OK let me get this out of the way: I’ve felt for a long time that the Dirty Projectors define scenester trifle masquerading as art. That might sound rough and needlessly aggressive, but so does a lot of their music. I was not a fan of the critically adored Bitte Orca from a few years ago, and fully expected Swing Lo Magellan to be a masturbatory victory lap. It is not. For much of this record, you’d have no idea this is even Dirty Projectors. Taking a decidedly more organic approach, reigning in the constant chromaticism,  and focusing more directly on songwriting, David Longstreth and company made a great — if not altogether consistent — record that would have been higher on this list if everything on it was as good as the first four tracks. (Track highlights: “Offspring are Blank”, “About to Die”, “Gun Has No Trigger”, “Swing Lo Magellan”)

8. Miike SnowHappy to You

Miike Snow don’t get their props. Happy to You has a less all-over-the-place sound than its self-titled predecessor, and a slightly quieter feel, but that doesn’t mean it’s less ambitious. Looking around, there aren’t many bands doing what Miike Snow is doing right now, and even fewer doing it well. Happy to You, like Miike Snow, runs through a range of themes and emotions. But Happy to You cuts deeper on songs like “God Help This Divorce” and “Bavarian #1 (Say You Will)”. I saw these guys live a couple months back and their live show is a lot like their records: sleek, detached, and effortlessly powerful. (Track highlights: “Enter the Joker’s Lair”, “God Help This Divorce”, “Bavarian #1 (Say You Will)”, “Paddling Out”)

7. Kendrick LamarGood Kid, M.A.A.D. city

Kendrick Lamar: the Charles Dickens of Compton. His debut LP Good Kid, m.A.A.d. City is a packed record. When I first saw the front cover with its subheading “a short film by Kendrick Lamar”, I scoffed. But this record is cinematic in its storytelling in a way no other album was this year. Kedrick’s tales of hood survival run the gamut from scary (“m.A.A.d. City), to funny (“Swimming Pools (Drank)”), to heartbreaking (“Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst”). It’s the best hip hop album of the year, one that felt miles beyond anything else from 2012 (with all due respect to Killer Mike). (Track highlights: “The Art of Peer Pressure”, “m.A.A.d. City”, “Swimming Pools (Drank)”, “Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst”)


6. Lord HuronLonesome Dreams

“Out there’s a land that time don’t command, wanna be the first to arrive”. Lonesome Dreams, the debut full length from Lord Huron is so confident and sincere in its execution of jangly rusticity it’s impossible to not take seriously. Well, maybe not impossible. This album’s detractors have bitched in earnest about how similar Lord Huron sounds to Fleet Foxes. There’s definitely a resemblance, but let me put it this way: Lonesome Dreams is the album I wish Fleet Foxes had made instead of Helplessness Blues. It’s a better record and one whose wayfaring spirit rings more genuine and heartfelt. (Track highlights: “Ends of the Earth”, “Ghost on the Shore”, “The Man Who Lives Forever”, “Lullabye”)


5. How to Dress WellTotal Loss

How to Dress Well is the project of Tom Krell, a graduate student originally from Colorado. Total Loss, his sophomore LP, slides out like smoky breath in the cold. To label this music simply as R&B would be to its discredit. Krell draws inspiration from classical minimalism, balearic pop, and post rock, and that’s just the first song. Things do get sexy though, particularly on the two song swing of “Running Back” and “& It Was U”. The former ends in half-note finger snaps that speed up and become the primary percussion in the latter in perhaps the best “oh no he didn’t” moment of the year. (Track highlights: “When I Was In Trouble”, “Running Back”, “& It Was U”, “How Many”)

4. Passion PitGossamer

Being a famous musician is not easy for Michael Angelakos. On Passion Pit‘s debut MannersAngelakos’ lyrics were opaque and shadowy, hinting at a sadness very real and personal. Rapid-cycling bipolar disorder and a lot of gin don’t usually mix, and Gossamer is a huge and vital album that is often very unsettling. When hMsM contributor William Roy wrote about this album earlier this year he described it as “the musical manifestation of rapid-cycling bipolar disorder; it’s as if he penned all of the lyrics while in depressive episodes and recorded the music while in manic states”. It’s this disguising of the ugly with the pretty — the sad with the happy –that makes Passion Pit unique among their peers. Pitchfork’s Larry Fitzmaurice wrote a troubling and enthralling piece about Angelakos earlier this year. In it the singer was quoted: “I’ve told people that I don’t see myself living very long. That really upsets them, but I’m just being honest.” In Gossamer‘s final song, “Where we Belong”, Angelakos recounts his first suicide attempt in which he slit his wrists in a bathtub. Then he thought better of it: “It was a really gruesome scene. I walked myself to the hospital and waited for four hours—my coat had blood seeping through it, and I was passing out on the floor. The hospital employees finally realized what was wrong with me and said, ‘Why didn’t you tell us what was happening?’ I didn’t tell them because I was embarrassed.” Gossamer is an immense and difficult record, one I sincerely hope is not the swan song of its creator. (Track highlights: “I’ll Be Alright”, “Cry Like a Ghost”, “Constant Conversations”, “It’s Not My Fault I’m Happy”(which contains the most beautiful one minute of music released this year at the start of the song))

3. Grizzly BearShields

Ever have those albums that you really enjoy and know are excellent, but feel pretty much no personal connection with? For me, that was Veckatimist, the critically hailed 2010 release from Grizzly Bear. This band has always intimidated me; I’ve felt very little warmth and humanity in their sound, compelling as it may be. Until now, that is. I was expecting to appreciate this album in much the same way I did Veckatimist (a few tracks I’d return to, more I’d skip). But Shields is an album simultaneously more idiosyncratic and more accessible. It’s more immediate but less aggressive; a confident statement from a band sounding exactly the way it wants to sound. When I saw Grizzly Bear live a few months ago they played just about all of Shields, and I couldn’t have been happier. But seeing all these songs performed live just drove home how impossible it is for me to pick a favorite, and that drove home what a great album this is. (Track highlights: “Speak In Rounds”, “A Simple Answer”, “What’s Wrong”, “Sun in Your Eyes”)

2. Tame Impala Lonerism

Mitch Hedberg once said that “alcoholism is a disease, but it’s the only disease you can get yelled at for having.” Lonerism, Tame Impala’s sophmore LP, conjures images of front man Kevin Parker surrounded by “friends” who are all yelling at him to do different things. But none of these things are good for his soul, so his only choice is  isolation. And it’s not physical isolation, it’s a retreat into the self.

Lonerism sounds like no other record released this year. Its psychedelia is nostalgic without ever sounding dated, it deals with despair and dread without ever sounding sad, and it’s deep and elaborate without ever sounding over-complicated. Like Gossamer, Lonerism deals with the competition between self-reliance and the need for connection. In Kevin Parker’s case though, we’re left wondering which tendency will win out in the end. (Track highlights: “Apocalypse Dreams”, “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards”, “Music to Walk Home By”, “Elephant”)


1. Frank Ocean – Channel Orange

Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange is the best album of the year. In the absence of Ocean’s brave admission of his sexual orientation and all the ridiculousness that followed, Channel Orange would still be the best album of the year. There’s nothing ironic about this record. Its storytelling is the sort that demands engagement, but that’s all it’s asking; listen to the things Frank is saying and the way he’s saying them, the story will reveal itself.

It’s not a concept album, but Ocean deals with a few themes primarily: money, drugs, and love. Whether it’s the doomed narrator of “Super Rich Kids” (“sleeve rips off I slip and fall/ the market’s down like sixty stories/ and some don’t end the way they should”) or the protagonist of “Lost”, wrestling with his decision to smuggle drugs in the bra of the woman he loves (“I don’t really wish, I don’t wish the titties was yours/ Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught.”), or the secret admirer of one Forrest Gump (“I saw your game Forrest/ I was screamin’ “run 44!”/ But you kept running past the end zone/ Oh, where’d you go Forrest?”) this album covers a dizzying amount of thematic and emotional ground.

The best albums always show you just enough. Frank Ocean is willing to draw you in good and close so you can read the fine print, but it’s up to you to interpret it. None of his lyrics are particularly veiled or metaphorical, but they’re deep; depictions of the modern world in all its distressing complexity. In a recent interview with GQ, Ocean describes when he first got to L.A.: “I was looking at it like an athlete then—like I just wanted to be better than everybody else.” Whether or not he’ll be able to top Channel Orange, it’s abundantly clear that at this point Frank Ocean’s only competition is Frank Ocean. (Track highlights: “Sweet Life”, “Pilot Jones”, “Pyramids”, “Forrest Gump”, all of the rest)


The Best of 2012, Volume 1: Albums

Hi everybody and welcome to the hMsM Best of 2012! We’ll cover the best albums of 2012 first, followed by songs, the Best of 2012 Playlist, and a few surprises. Stay tuned!

10. Jessie WareDevotion

Jessie Ware got her first big shot this year with a major label debut. Walking the thin line between bedroom electro pop and classic soul and R&B, Devotion is gorgeously composed without ever feeling showy or over-the-top. Ware is a confident but understated vocalist; even at her most vulnerable and pleading she still sings like she’s in the room with you, looking you right in the eyes. (Track Highlights: “Wildest Moments”, “110%”, “Night Lite”, “Something Inside”)

9. Dirty ProjectorsSwing Lo Magellan

OK let me get this out of the way: I’ve felt for a long time that the Dirty Projectors define scenester trifle masquerading as art. That might sound rough and needlessly aggressive, but so does a lot of their music. I was not a fan of the critically adored Bitte Orca from a few years ago, and fully expected Swing Lo Magellan to be a masturbatory victory lap. It is not. For much of this record, you’d have no idea this is even Dirty Projectors. Taking a decidedly more organic approach, reigning in the constant chromaticism,  and focusing more directly on songwriting, David Longstreth and company made a great — if not altogether consistent — record that would have been higher on this list if everything on it was as good as the first four tracks. (Track highlights: “Offspring are Blank”, “About to Die”, “Gun Has No Trigger”, “Swing Lo Magellan”)

8. Miike SnowHappy to You

Miike Snow don’t get their props. Happy to You has a less all-over-the-place sound than its self-titled predecessor, and a slightly quieter feel, but that doesn’t mean it’s less ambitious. Looking around, there aren’t many bands doing what Miike Snow is doing right now, and even fewer doing it well. Happy to You, like Miike Snow, runs through a range of themes and emotions. But Happy to You cuts deeper on songs like “God Help This Divorce” and “Bavarian #1 (Say You Will)”. I saw these guys live a couple months back and their live show is a lot like their records: sleek, detached, and effortlessly powerful. (Track highlights: “Enter the Joker’s Lair”, “God Help This Divorce”, “Bavarian #1 (Say You Will)”, “Paddling Out”)

7. Kendrick LamarGood Kid, M.A.A.D. city

Kendrick Lamar: the Charles Dickens of Compton. His debut LP Good Kid, m.A.A.d. City is a packed record. When I first saw the front cover with its subheading “a short film by Kendrick Lamar”, I scoffed. But this record is cinematic in its storytelling in a way no other album was this year. Kedrick’s tales of hood survival run the gamut from scary (“m.A.A.d. City), to funny (“Swimming Pools (Drank)”), to heartbreaking (“Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst”). It’s the best hip hop album of the year, one that felt miles beyond anything else from 2012 (with all due respect to Killer Mike). (Track highlights: “The Art of Peer Pressure”, “m.A.A.d. City”, “Swimming Pools (Drank)”, “Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst”)


6. Lord HuronLonesome Dreams

“Out there’s a land that time don’t command, wanna be the first to arrive”. Lonesome Dreams, the debut full length from Lord Huron is so confident and sincere in its execution of jangly rusticity it’s impossible to not take seriously. Well, maybe not impossible. This album’s detractors have bitched in earnest about how similar Lord Huron sounds to Fleet Foxes. There’s definitely a resemblance, but let me put it this way: Lonesome Dreams is the album I wish Fleet Foxes had made instead of Helplessness Blues. It’s a better record and one whose wayfaring spirit rings more genuine and heartfelt. (Track highlights: “Ends of the Earth”, “Ghost on the Shore”, “The Man Who Lives Forever”, “Lullabye”)


5. How to Dress WellTotal Loss

How to Dress Well is the project of Tom Krell, a graduate student originally from Colorado. Total Loss, his sophomore LP, slides out like smoky breath in the cold. To label this music simply as R&B would be to its discredit. Krell draws inspiration from classical minimalism, balearic pop, and post rock, and that’s just the first song. Things do get sexy though, particularly on the two song swing of “Running Back” and “& It Was U”. The former ends in half-note finger snaps that speed up and become the primary percussion in the latter in perhaps the best “oh no he didn’t” moment of the year. (Track highlights: “When I Was In Trouble”, “Running Back”, “& It Was U”, “How Many”)

4. Passion PitGossamer

Being a famous musician is not easy for Michael Angelakos. On Passion Pit‘s debut MannersAngelakos’ lyrics were opaque and shadowy, hinting at a sadness very real and personal. Rapid-cycling bipolar disorder and a lot of gin don’t usually mix, and Gossamer is a huge and vital album that is often very unsettling. When hMsM contributor William Roy wrote about this album earlier this year he described it as “the musical manifestation of rapid-cycling bipolar disorder; it’s as if he penned all of the lyrics while in depressive episodes and recorded the music while in manic states”. It’s this disguising of the ugly with the pretty — the sad with the happy –that makes Passion Pit unique among their peers. Pitchfork’s Larry Fitzmaurice wrote a troubling and enthralling piece about Angelakos earlier this year. In it the singer was quoted: “I’ve told people that I don’t see myself living very long. That really upsets them, but I’m just being honest.” In Gossamer‘s final song, “Where we Belong”, Angelakos recounts his first suicide attempt in which he slit his wrists in a bathtub. Then he thought better of it: “It was a really gruesome scene. I walked myself to the hospital and waited for four hours—my coat had blood seeping through it, and I was passing out on the floor. The hospital employees finally realized what was wrong with me and said, ‘Why didn’t you tell us what was happening?’ I didn’t tell them because I was embarrassed.” Gossamer is an immense and difficult record, one I sincerely hope is not the swan song of its creator. (Track highlights: “I’ll Be Alright”, “Cry Like a Ghost”, “Constant Conversations”, “It’s Not My Fault I’m Happy”(which contains the most beautiful one minute of music released this year at the start of the song))

3. Grizzly BearShields

Ever have those albums that you really enjoy and know are excellent, but feel pretty much no personal connection with? For me, that was Veckatimist, the critically hailed 2010 release from Grizzly Bear. This band has always intimidated me; I’ve felt very little warmth and humanity in their sound, compelling as it may be. Until now, that is. I was expecting to appreciate this album in much the same way I did Veckatimist (a few tracks I’d return to, more I’d skip). But Shields is an album simultaneously more idiosyncratic and more accessible. It’s more immediate but less aggressive; a confident statement from a band sounding exactly the way it wants to sound. When I saw Grizzly Bear live a few months ago they played just about all of Shields, and I couldn’t have been happier. But seeing all these songs performed live just drove home how impossible it is for me to pick a favorite, and that drove home what a great album this is. (Track highlights: “Speak In Rounds”, “A Simple Answer”, “What’s Wrong”, “Sun in Your Eyes”)

2. Tame Impala Lonerism

Mitch Hedberg once said that “alcoholism is a disease, but it’s the only disease you can get yelled at for having.” Lonerism, Tame Impala’s sophmore LP, conjures images of front man Kevin Parker surrounded by “friends” who are all yelling at him to do different things. But none of these things are good for his soul, so his only choice is  isolation. And it’s not physical isolation, it’s a retreat into the self.

Lonerism sounds like no other record released this year. Its psychedelia is nostalgic without ever sounding dated, it deals with despair and dread without ever sounding sad, and it’s deep and elaborate without ever sounding over-complicated. Like Gossamer, Lonerism deals with the competition between self-reliance and the need for connection. In Kevin Parker’s case though, we’re left wondering which tendency will win out in the end. (Track highlights: “Apocalypse Dreams”, “Feels Like We Only Go Backwards”, “Music to Walk Home By”, “Elephant”)


1. Frank Ocean – Channel Orange

Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange is the best album of the year. In the absence of Ocean’s brave admission of his sexual orientation and all the ridiculousness that followed, Channel Orange would still be the best album of the year. There’s nothing ironic about this record. Its storytelling is the sort that demands engagement, but that’s all it’s asking; listen to the things Frank is saying and the way he’s saying them, the story will reveal itself.

It’s not a concept album, but Ocean deals with a few themes primarily: money, drugs, and love. Whether it’s the doomed narrator of “Super Rich Kids” (“sleeve rips off I slip and fall/ the market’s down like sixty stories/ and some don’t end the way they should”) or the protagonist of “Lost”, wrestling with his decision to smuggle drugs in the bra of the woman he loves (“I don’t really wish, I don’t wish the titties was yours/ Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught.”), or the secret admirer of one Forrest Gump (“I saw your game Forrest/ I was screamin’ “run 44!”/ But you kept running past the end zone/ Oh, where’d you go Forrest?”) this album covers a dizzying amount of thematic and emotional ground.

The best albums always show you just enough. Frank Ocean is willing to draw you in good and close so you can read the fine print, but it’s up to you to interpret it. None of his lyrics are particularly veiled or metaphorical, but they’re deep; depictions of the modern world in all its distressing complexity. In a recent interview with GQ, Ocean describes when he first got to L.A.: “I was looking at it like an athlete then—like I just wanted to be better than everybody else.” Whether or not he’ll be able to top Channel Orange, it’s abundantly clear that at this point Frank Ocean’s only competition is Frank Ocean. (Track highlights: “Sweet Life”, “Pilot Jones”, “Pyramids”, “Forrest Gump”, all of the rest)


Frank Ocean's "Lonny Breaux Collection", Dozens of Early Tracks

Before Frank Ocean (a.k.a. Christopher Breaux) made his first splash last year with Nostalgia, Ultra, he recorded under the name Lonny Breaux. This collection cobbled together 63 tracks (61 of which I was able to find) recorded before Frank Ocean was Frank Ocean. The quality of these songs is alarmingly high, and while this collection dropped right around the time of the release of Nostalgia, Ultra it seems to have escaped the attention of just about everyone. I’ve just started parsing this myself, but I wanted to share it.

This is a little overwhelming, in the best possible way.

Frank Ocean's "Lonny Breaux Collection", Dozens of Early Tracks

Before Frank Ocean (a.k.a. Christopher Breaux) made his first splash last year with Nostalgia, Ultra, he recorded under the name Lonny Breaux. This collection cobbled together 63 tracks (61 of which I was able to find) recorded before Frank Ocean was Frank Ocean. The quality of these songs is alarmingly high, and while this collection dropped right around the time of the release of Nostalgia, Ultra it seems to have escaped the attention of just about everyone. I’ve just started parsing this myself, but I wanted to share it.

This is a little overwhelming, in the best possible way.

That's Enough, Train

Dear Train,

C’mon guys, you’re better than this.

We had a good thing going with “Drops of Jupiter” and “Meet Virginia”. They were campy, yes, but they were at least inventive and distinct. I’m not sure how many top forty singles you’ve had since 2001, but I think it’s somewhere between 3 and 26. Your current song “50 Ways To Say Goodbye” is not only a callous slight against Paul Simon, it sounds just like your last single. Or was it the single before that?

When “Hey Soul Sister” was released, my girlfriend told me she liked it. I had a hard time looking at her the same way. But I had no idea what lay below the tip of your saccharine iceberg of awfulness.

Next was “Drive By”, a very catchy, very formulaic pop hit. “Drive By” was interesting for it’s ability to tell the story of love lost and found while referencing a horrific crime that rips families apart and has taken dozens of lives. To know that you don’t plan on rolling past your girlfriend’s house and shooting her to death is a comfort. But it’s still a dumb metaphor, and this song is still bad.

“50 Ways To Say Goodbye” contains a flamenco-y horn line and aesthetic so contrived it makes me wonder what genre you consider yourself these days. This song is about being really in love with a girl, but then she dumps you, so you tell your friends she died rather than face a dressing down from the bros. It’s probably most notable for the fact that it sounds exactly like “Drive By”.  Don’t believe me? Once you’ve noticed it’s basically the same verse progression at the same tempo, check out the two choruses…

You’re ripping off the World. But, more importantly, you’re ripping off yourselves. What happened? Was it the money? A few houses next to warm water and you’re turning out watered down art. So I gotta say guys, (and this is a lot harder than with Neon Trees) please just stop, you’ve done enough. I’d like it if you went your separate ways and Patrick Monahan can go on to a nice cushy career singing “Marry Me” at weddings. It will be better for all of us.

Regrettably,

Kevin

That's Enough, Train

Dear Train,

C’mon guys, you’re better than this.

We had a good thing going with “Drops of Jupiter” and “Meet Virginia”. They were campy, yes, but they were at least inventive and distinct. I’m not sure how many top forty singles you’ve had since 2001, but I think it’s somewhere between 3 and 26. Your current song “50 Ways To Say Goodbye” is not only a callous slight against Paul Simon, it sounds just like your last single. Or was it the single before that?

When “Hey Soul Sister” was released, my girlfriend told me she liked it. I had a hard time looking at her the same way. But I had no idea what lay below the tip of your saccharine iceberg of awfulness.

Next was “Drive By”, a very catchy, very formulaic pop hit. “Drive By” was interesting for it’s ability to tell the story of love lost and found while referencing a horrific crime that rips families apart and has taken dozens of lives. To know that you don’t plan on rolling past your girlfriend’s house and shooting her to death is a comfort. But it’s still a dumb metaphor, and this song is still bad.

“50 Ways To Say Goodbye” contains a flamenco-y horn line and aesthetic so contrived it makes me wonder what genre you consider yourself these days. This song is about being really in love with a girl, but then she dumps you, so you tell your friends she died rather than face a dressing down from the bros. It’s probably most notable for the fact that it sounds exactly like “Drive By”.  Don’t believe me? Once you’ve noticed it’s basically the same verse progression at the same tempo, check out the two choruses…

You’re ripping off the World. But, more importantly, you’re ripping off yourselves. What happened? Was it the money? A few houses next to warm water and you’re turning out watered down art. So I gotta say guys, (and this is a lot harder than with Neon Trees) please just stop, you’ve done enough. I’d like it if you went your separate ways and Patrick Monahan can go on to a nice cushy career singing “Marry Me” at weddings. It will be better for all of us.

Regrettably,

Kevin

Change one Word, Heart = Fart

We’re back with another edition of “Change one Word”. This time around we’ll be replacing the word “heart” with the word “fart” (click on the artist name to hear the original)…

The Beatles: We’re Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Farts Club Band, sit back and let the evening go….

Backstreet Boys: I played my part, kept you in the dark / Now let me show you the shape of my fart…

Celine Dion: You are safe in my fart and my fart will go on and on…

Toni Braxton: Unbreak my fart, say you’ll love me again…

Bon Jovi: Shot through the fart, and you’re to blame. You give love a bad name.

Elton John and Kiki Dee: Don’t Go Breaking My Fart /I couldn’t if I tried, oh honey if I get restless? / baby you’re not that kind; ooh-hoo, and nobody knows it / when I was down, I was your clown, right from the start / I gave you my fart, oh-ho I gave you my fart

Elvis Presley: Its down at the end of lonely street, the fartbreak hotel.

Britney Spears: You were my real love, I never knew love. ‘Til there was you, from the bottom of my broken fart…

Demi Lovato: Don’t wanna break your fart, wanna give your fart a break/ I know you’re scared it’s wrong, like you might make a mistake/ There’s just one life to live and there’s not time to wait, to waste/ So let me give your fart a break…

Deee – Lite: Groove is in the faaaaa-ar-ar-arrrrrt…

Neil Young: I want to live, I want to give. I’ve been a miner for a fart of gold.

John Mayer/Taylor Swift: Half of my fart’s got a grip on the situation… I can’t keep loving you, with half of my fart…

Kanye West: Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul, to a woman so fartless. How could you be so fartless?

Nirvana: I’ve been locked inside your fart-shaped-box for a week.

The Bee Gees: How can you mend a broken fart?

Yes: Owner of a lonely fart, much better than a – owner of a broken fart…

Big Brother and the Holding Company (featuring Janis Joplin): Take iiiit! Take another little piece of my faaaart now babaaaaay. Break iiiit! Break another little piece of my fart, my faaaart, my faaaaaaart…..

Jackie DeShanon: Put a little love in your fart…

Gym Class Heros (featuring Adam Levine):   Myyyyy fart’s a stereo, it beats for you so listen close… This melody was made for you, so sing along to my stereo fart…..

Celine Dion: Where does my faaaart beeeat nowww?

All 4 One: For better or worse, til death do us part, I love you with every beat of my fart. I swear….

Phil Collins: You’ll be in my fart, no matter what they say. You’ll be here in my fart, always.

Billy Ray Cyrus: Don’t tell my fart, my achy breaky fart, I just don’t think he’d understand…

David Gray: Let go of your fart, let go of your head, and feeeel it now.

Backstreet Boys: Quit playing games with my fart, with my fart, my fart, my fart. I should have known from the start…

Death Cab for Cutie: You gotta spend some time, love, you gotta spend some time with me. And I know that you’ll find, love, I will possess your fart….

Taio Cruz: I’m only gonna break-break your break-break your fart

Stay tuned for the next edition, and in the meantime share your own heart=fart examples in the comments section!

Tame Impala, Royale Boston, November 9, 2012

Every street in Boston looks the same. So I thought I was being really clever when I scouted out the location of my favored Theater District subterranean parking garage, until we passed 3 more just like it on our walk to the venue. I had never been to Royale before (I get the impression it hasn’t been there for very long in its current form), but it’s a very cool looking venue. It reminded me of the classic “Moulin Rouge”-styled burlesque clubs, with a large rectangular balcony over a flat ballroom floor. I was hoping against hope the venue would activate the myriad lasers and strobes lining the ceiling and walls used during “club nights”, but no dice.

We arrived during the set of opener The Amazing. The Amazing (they should consider changing their name to The Perfectly Adequate) were in from Sweden playing in the US for the first time. Their subdued chamber pop owes a lot to greats like Belle and Sebastian. But unlike Stuart Murdoch, Amazing frontman Christoffer Gunrup looks bored as hell up there. They certainly did a nice job and sounded great, but I like my Swedes bubbly and upbeat, not downtrodden and vaguely aloof.

Tame Impala came on about 8 o’ clock and started right in with Lonerism opener “Gotta Be Above It”. From the first explosion of synthy technicolor, it was clear that the band was in form. Kevin Parker is clearly not a born front-man — his repetition of “thank you, take care of eachother, guys” was adorable — but he’s worked hard on presence and he locked in. Parker sounds uncannily like John Lennon in a totally non-deliberate way, and his unique tone came through much better than I expected in a live setting.

The set included some great moments and some real letdowns. My friends and I checked recent setlists before the show started and I noticed they hadn’t been playing Lonerism standout “Elephant”. Well they did play “Elephant” on Friday, its throb-rock bassline rumbled the balcony and the accompanying jam was outstanding. Did I mention Tame Impala jam? In a never-overindulgent way the band extended several of its instrumental sections out in to wonderful climactic places.

The letdowns, though they were few, were personally significant. I had been warning my crew all night that when the “she remembers my naaaaaame” harmony section of “Mind Mischief” happened I was going to sing along, very very loudly. When that first harmony did kick in I began singing loudly, but the band did not; they’ve reigned in that section in the live version for some totally inexplicable reason, and one would-be harmonizer was pretty bummed.

The crowd surfing situation was out of control at this show. I know that sounds funny to say and crowd surfing seems like a totally innocuous thing, but it got ridiculous and embarrassing. When it started and Kevin Parker watched the first of what would be 20 or 30 stage dives of the evening everything seemed positive. “You guys have already shown us more love than the last couple places we played”, Parker declared to a gratified crowd after a couple songs. But by the time the end of set/encore came around, the total inability of the Royale security staff to do their job had become painfully clear. When Parker asked nicely for people to stop coming up on stage (and people were literally surfing up to the stage and hopping up 2 feet from him as he tried to play his guitar) they didn’t listen. There was a moment when, during the triumphant jam section of encore “Half Full Glass of Wine”, a crowdsurfer/stagediver literally stumbled between Kevin Parker and his microphone. Needless to say I’m all for a rocking show and enthusiastic, if intoxicated crowd, but when you’re actively making it harder for the band to perform that’s where I draw the line; it puts the crowd at odds with that band and that is the last thing a concertgoer (or band) should want.

But even all that couldn’t hold down what was truly an excellent show. Tame Impala are one of those bands continually beckoning you to listen more closely, delve deeper, see wider, and they could have gone on all night as far as I was concerned. As it was the set was a fairly short 80 minutes; it appeared the venue was trying to shuffle everybody out in time to start their regularly scheduled Friday club night. Priorities, I guess, Royale staff? Priorities?