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Film: Trash Humpers (directed by Harmony Korine)

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I’m still not quite sure what to make of Harmony Korine’s new feature, Trash Humpers. Read my review for Blurt and watch the trailer below, and you still won’t have any idea. Watch the film when it comes out on May 7, and you might not be any better off.

Harmony Korine‘s new film, Trash Humpers, is either a put-on or performance art, but it’s definitely not a narrative and it’s dubious as to whether there’s even any meaning to the film, such as it is. That is not to say it is without value, I suppose, but it’s sure to divide evenly between admirers and haters. So sure, that perhaps it’s almost too easy to dismiss this bizarre new feature from the one-time Werner Herzog protégé. There is no doubt that Korine knew what he was up to.

The director summed it up quite succinctly in the press release: “A film unearthed from the buried landscape of the American nightmare, Trash Humpers follows a small group of elderly ‘peeping Toms’ through the shadows and margins of an unfamiliar world.” In layman’s terms, that means a couple of guys and one girl, including Korine himself (who is behind the camera most of the time), dressed up as old people and humping trash, screeching, destroying shit, and talking and singing nonsense.

The film is shot in the style of an old VHS tape, often falling out of tracking and occasionally superimposing “rewind” or “pause” over the images. The visual quality, the summertime Nashville at night setting, and the burn-victim makeup of the main characters bring The Texas Chainsaw Massacre to mind, as these old, pervy Leatherfaces go about their business. John Waters, Herzog’s Heart of Glass,Jackass, and Lars Von Trier’s The Idiots also seem to be points of reference.

It’s hard to imagine that this film would even be under discussion if Korine did not make it, whose hipster cred and provocative reputation are both his blessing and his bane. Amidst all the simultaneously repellant and hypnotic images of humping trash cans, destroying baby dolls, and eating pancakes covered with dish soap lies a deeper meaning. Maybe. Maybe Trash Humpers is a statement on the destructive nature of American society, our tendency to waste pretty much everything, the white trash Southern Gothic, and the decaying wasteland of suburban heartland America. Then again, maybe it’s just a piece of trash.

Review: Bonobo – Black Sands (Ninja Tune)

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Another new electronic review for you that I wrote for Blurt. Bonobo’s latest smells like mid-’90s acid jazz, but it tastes much, much better.

Bonobo (presumably known as Simon Green to his mother), has crafted a triumph of a new album. On Black Sands, the producer/musician has combined the sounds of forward-thinking electronic music and moody acid jazz into an orgy of slinky live and programmed instruments. These aren’t the typical downbeat instrumentals you used to hear in the background of VW commercials. This is exciting, vibrant, electric production that doesn’t necessarily require a close listen, but rewards you if you do decide to pay special attention.

The album’s opener, “Kiara,” (it is actually preceded by “Kiara Prelude,” but it’s really all one song) features beautifully cinematic strings flaring up over an icy electro beat, a perfect example of what Bonobo is able to achieve here. From there, “Kong” takes a decidedly more organic approach, with a fairly traditional jazz construction anchored by a swinging breakbeat.

Let’s stop right here with the descriptions, because without listening to the actual music, this kind of sounds like run-of-the-mill mid’90s trip-hop. It isn’t.Black Sands, whether frantically intertwining guitar and bass riffs (“We Could Forever”) or taking a breather with the excellent singer Andreya Triana doing her thing over a smoky vamp, is a success. Kudos to Bonobo for being able to resurrect acid jazz, rightfully written off by many as boring and dead, and breathe some vibrant new life into it.

Review: Cobblestone Jazz – The Modern Deep Left Quartet (K7)

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I know, I know, deep house, techno… blech. But seriously, Cobblestone Jazz’s latest is good. Read my review for Blurt or check it out below.

Judging by their name, Canadian quartet Cobblestone Jazz would have you think you’re in for an improvisational, free-spirited musical experience. The group’s new album, The Modern Deep Left Quartet, however, is a soulful but meticulously planned out mixtape-style excursion into deep house and techno. It’s not exactly jazz, but the group does manage to infuse a sometimes-austere genre with a great deal of heart and warmth.

Occasionally, the album does come close to the realm of acid jazz, or at least flirts with lithe, jazzy licks (see “Sun Child”). But it’s the darker moments that really shine through, such as the fast-paced descending bassline of “Mr. Polite.” Similarly, “Cromagnon Man” veers away from the blissed-out smoothness of much of the album into Krautrock territory, bringing harsh, stabbing electro bass over a minimal 4/4 beat. “Fiesta” is also a standout track, another dark techno beat repetitively pulsating but never falling into tedium.

Cobblestone Jazz toe the line between icy acid techno and deep house, showcasing the best of both worlds in the process. It’s good to hear some talented producers infusing life into a genre that so easily goes stagnant.

Review: Black Francis – NonStopErotik (Cooking Vinyl)

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Pixies‘ frontman Black Francis’s latest is a decent effort, but nowhere near his greatest output. Read my review for Blurt or below.

The dust from the mid-2000s Pixies reunion has long since settled, but Black Francis/Frank Black/Charles Thompson keeps making records, deterred by neither nostalgia nor cash flow. This is mostly a good thing, as he recently proved with Grand Duchy, a dark, ‘80s-tinged project with his wife.NonStopErotik, however, while recorded with the charming, no-frills, one-take urgency of much of his late-‘90s work, pleasantly chugs along without gaining any real speed or traction.

Francis is joined by longtime collaborator Eric Drew Feldman, who laces tracks like the softer “O My Tidy Sum” and the floating “Rabbits” with a bed of ethereal keyboards that mark this is some of Francis’ lightest work of the past few years. “Wild Son” is a straight-up Doors rip-off, an interesting but distracting song that feels out of pace with the rest of the album. But he flips the script in an unexpected and welcome move by infusing the Flying Burrito Brothers’ “Wheels” with a driving rock beat and distorted guitars, making it more Ramones than lazy country rock. “Dead Man’s Curve” finds Francis releasing cathartic, throaty howls over a trad-rock chord progression, further showcasing his love affair with the roots of rock and roll and his faith in the ability of a couple of layered guitars a drum kit to move the crowd. That’s when the album reaches its simple peaks of pleasure, when it pogos minimally to power chords on songs like “Six Legged Man,” one of the best tunes on the record.

Still, taken in the context of his lengthy and mostly admirable catalogue,NonStopErotik doesn’t rank up there with Francis’ best. “When I Go Down On You” may tinker with the cryptic Freudian psychosexual drama he repeatedly dealt with in the Pixies, but the album’s visceral appeal lies in Stratocasters, not coitus. That being said, Black Francis running on half a tank still sounds better than most bands gunning at full throttle.

Review: We Are Wolves – Invisible Violence (Dare to Care)

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Montreal’s We Are Wolves fuse electro and punk rock effortlessly, and their new album shows why this can still be a good idea. Read my review for Blurt or check it below.

We Are Wolves’ last album, 2007’s Total Magique, was an exciting whirlwind of electro-tinged punk rock, even if it relied a bit heavily on gimmicky synth warbles. The Montreal trio’s latest however, Invisible Violence, finds the band advancing their sound in terms of texture and arrangement, while also borrowing from classic rock guitar sounds. Mechanically throbbing, minimal drum beats and synth bass remain intact over the course of the album’s twelve tracks, but the band’s shrill guitar sounds scream out courtesy of simple and hard-rocking power chords and lead riffs, at times recalling The Kinks (“Paloma”) or The Ramones (“Holding Hands”).

We Are Wolves, at heart, are a relatively uncomplicated band, latching onto a riff, repeating it, utilizing the power of repetition that is at the core of so much good pop and punk. This is recognition of the band’s ability, though, not disparagement. And on Invisible Violence, the Wolves push this formula further. The melancholy “Dreams” begins ballad-like, before re-launching into a bittersweet, fast-paced love song of sorts about a dream of “you and me in a house.” Alexander Ortiz’s vocals are flat but layered and appealing, although he seems to be doing his best Ozzy imitation on “Vague.” One of the record’s best tracks and centerpiece, “Reaching For the Sky,” is built upon an undulating new-wave synth pattern that skirts the line between punk and techno. At about the three-and-a-half minute mark, after a proggy synth solo, most of the instruments drop out leaving the pattern on repeat before the band jumps back into the fray.

We Are Wolves vibrantly fuse together the best elements of old-school punk and new-school electro. They are one of the few survivors of this nearly decade-old trend to continue to successfully do so and make it sound fresh and interesting. Even if you think you’ve heard it before, you haven’t heard it quite like this.

Review: Fredrik – Trilogi (The Kora Records)

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I’m sick today, but I’m mustering up enough energy to tell you this – the new Fredrik album sure is pretty. Read my review for Blurt or below.

Fredrik’s latest album, Trilogi, is full of delicate, precise, particular music. It’s sweet and pretty without being cloying or pretentious, and the arrangements are cinematic and textured without becoming too grandiose or overly expansive. The duo, comprising its namesake, Fredrik, and multi-instrumentalist Lindefelt, create music that sounds beyond the ways and means of two Swedish guys working on their own. These songs sound like they could only be fleshed out by an orchestra, or at least a large ensemble, wrapping guitars, samples, programming, brushed drums, and a variety of other instruments meticulously around each other.

Many of the album’s tracks are instrumentals. But when Fredrik’s mellifluous tenor floats in over the mix, as on “Ava,” a free-spirited song that remains propulsive by way of a soft electronic backbeat, the music goes from atmospheric to clever and emotive pop. The general atmosphere is hushed and library-like, but the constant details and changes in tone that occur throughout each song render even the most careful moments appealing. There is a lot going on in every track, although the two musicians don’t allow their ideas to get away from them. Sometimes, however, they find their pace in simplicity. “Milo” is such a moment, a lo-fi chamber-pop piece that recalls baroque classical music through its instrumentation and melodic through-line.

Fredrik’s musical rallying cry, such as it is, is eclectic, skillful, and full of subtly impressive moments of harmonious reverie. Trilogi‘s success lies in making blissed-out Scandinavian pop built upon a myriad of feelings and melodies difficult to reduce to any one concept.