Showing posts with label Sun Kil Moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sun Kil Moon. Show all posts

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Sun Kil Moon - Benji

For whatever reason, songwriter Mark Kozelek and I have always more or less acted like ships passing in the night. Everything I’ve read about the guy’s records – created mostly under the moniker Sun Kil Moon – suggests that I truly should have been listening to him all along. I can’t tell you how long discs like April and Ghosts of the Great Highway have been on my radar, or how long I’ve been meaning to check out Red House Painters, Kozelek’s old band. Intentions don’t always translate into actions though, and year after year, I’ve passed over Kozelek’s records or forgotten to listen to them thanks to newer, shinier titles or other musical diversions. In fact, the only Kozelek record I’ve heard in full – a collection of Modest Mouse “covers” – is far and away his least acclaimed work and was probably the completely wrong place to start with a artist so skilled at capturing worlds of feeling and detail in his own lyrics.

Still, despite the fact that Kozelek took a critical beating for trying to adapt Modest Mouse songs – loud, long, thrashy things with complex time signatures and fascinating instrumental textures – into slow and ponderous acoustic songs, there was one track on Tiny Cities that struck a chord with me. That record closed with a cover of “Ocean Breathes Salty,” one of the two hits Modest Mouse had somehow managed to wrangle from their 2004 disc, Good News for People Who Love Bad News, and it was remarkable. While I quite like and respect the original version of “Salty,” I always connected more with Kozelek’s stripped back take. Something about the lyrics of that song, about how “time and life shook hands and said goodbye” or about a cutting phrase like “you wasted life, why wouldn’t you waste death?” just felt so at home in the calm, resigned hands of Kozelek. As a vocalist, Mouse’s Isaac Brock brings unhinged and unpredictable emotion to every song he sings, but Mark Kozelek has a voice that feels as if it was meant to deliver deep, profound statements about death, and “Ocean Breathes Salty” was squarely in his wheelhouse.

How appropriate, then, that Benji, Kozelek’s sixth full-length record under the Sun Kil Moon moniker, is a record embroiled in questions of mortality. Like other albums that use death as their primary ballast (Bob Dylan’s Tempest, Bruce Springsteen’s The Rising, and Death Cab for Cutie’s Plans are just three recent examples), Benji parses difficult questions about the brevity of life and the sudden, infuriating randomness of death. As Ben Gibbard sang on “What Sarah Said,” “every plan is a tiny prayer to father time,” and that thought is channeled heavily and liberally here. Benji is, quite frankly, a blood bath, a long, meandering, eulogic prayer for people who had their whole lives ahead of them...right up until they suddenly didn’t anymore. In the album’s opening track, a beautiful, aching ballad called “Carissa,” the titular character gets blown to smithereens when an aerosol can explodes in her trash. The same insane fate also befalls her grandfather two songs later on “Truck Driver.” Both characters are relatives to Kozelek – his second cousin and his uncle, respectively – and you can hear the pain in his voice when he sings about them. More than that, though, we get his silent wonderment, a question of how the same bizarre and nasty fate could befall two people from the same goddamn family. It’s like lightning striking in the same place twice, and you can bet there’s some indignation raging through Kozelek’s mind when he delivers a line like “you don’t just raise two kids and take out your trash and die.” I mean, fuck it if that isn’t just some cruel twist of cosmic injustice.

Kozelek doesn’t merely use Benji to mourn lost family members, though, or to take potshots at how utterly maddening fate can be. Sure, familial bonds form a strong backbone to the record throughout. There’s a song for each of his parents (“I Can’t Live Without My Mother’s Love” and “I Love My Dad”), and his grandma even comes up in the poetry of a few tracks. On the whole though, Benji is more complex than your average record about death. For every personally heartbreaking moment – like the phone call Kozelek gets from his mother in “Micheline,” informing him of the death of a close friend and advising him to reach out to the victim’s parents – there’s a jagged counterpart that forces us to think about what it means when death strikes people outside of our personal circles.

On two different songs – “Pray for Newton” and “Richard Ramirez Died of Natural Causes” – Kozelek ponders murders, reflecting on a nation that has almost become numb to the news of the latest shooting massacre on the news (the former), and recalling the fear once instilled in him by a notorious serial killer who has finally breathed his last breath (the latter). Both songs are about how death can become a sort of cultural event, transformed by the media into what Kozelek calls “things that mark time and cause pause.” In “Pray,” the singer recalls where he was when he heard about the Batman killer or the McDonalds shooting, and how he reacted to the news of the elementary school massacre in Newtown last December. In “Richard Ramirez,” he claims that “Everybody will remember where they were/When they finally caught the Night Stalker.” He even finds time to fit in a quick line about the late James Gandolfini, about the celebrity deaths that seem to wrap the nation in grief every couple months and remind us of “this getting older stuff.”

With all these pronouncements about the way that we as a culture react to death, it’s no surprise that Benji makes for a heavy and exhausting listen. “Pray” and “Richard Ramirez” – as well as “Dogs,” a song about adolescent sexual awakening and the death of innocence that accompanies it – are the darkest and most difficult songs on the record, employing more abrasive musical textures than, say, the softer and more melodic folk of “Carissa” or “Jim Wise.” Still, while these songs aren’t exactly likable or immediately accessible, they serve their purpose and hit hard in context, a fact that speaks volumes about the kind of record that Benji is. This is an ambitious disc, wrapped up in long lyrical passages and meandering songwriting structures in a way that could easily lose less attentive listeners somewhere along the way. With that said, Kozelek’s rich, detailed lyrics here are revelatory, and the way he delivers them, in his sad, low, heartrending baritone, is nothing short of entrancing. The record may be long, but its spell never once breaks, and that fact has easily made it one of my favorite albums of the year so far – even if I can’t honestly say that I love every song.

Everything great about Benji coalesces on “I Watched the Film the Song Remains the Same,” a sprawling and spellbinding epic that goes on for 10 and a half minutes and never once feels like it’s overstayed its welcome. At its core, “I Watched the Film” is about little more than Kozelek watching a Led Zeppelin concert film as a kid, revisiting it for the first time many years later, and finding that he is still moved by it in all the same ways as he was before. In other words, the film here is just another way of marking time and causing pause. Like a true music obsessive, Kozelek uses his wonderment and connection with a Led Zeppelin movie as a springboard for discussing the many events that took place in his life between his two viewings of it. "From my earliest memories I was a very melancholic kid," Kozelek sings in one of the middle stanzas. "When anything close to me at all in the world died/To my heart, forever, it would be tied." For years, it seems, sadness and heartbreak have ruled Kozelek's life, never allowing him to forget about the tragedies taking place all around him. In one stanza, he recalls the girl who sat in front of him in class until she was killed in a weekend accident "and quickly forgotten about at school." In another, he remembers clocking a kid in the face on the playground after taunts and baiting phrases took him past his breaking point. He relates both memories with sadness and regret in his voice, unable to let go of the things about which everyone else has forgotten.

As Kozelek re-watches The Song Remains the Same as an adult, his realization that he is still moved by the same elements of the film causes him to wonder whether he's changed at all as a person. Whether he will ever be able to "shake melancholy" and be happy. Whether he will someday find a way to stop clinging to every little tragedy that befalls the people around him. In “I Watched the Film the Song Remains the Same,” Kozelek seems to view that melancholy as the enemy, as something that he will take with him to his grave and something that will never let him forget all the bad times he’s had to weather. Luckily for him, music is an environment where that kind of overpowering sadness can be used as a weapon and turned into meaning for countless other people, turned into uplift. Against all odds, uplift is precisely what we get from “I Watched the Film the Song Remains the Same” and from Benji as a whole, and Kozelek’s ability to find beauty and closure and resilience and meaning here, even in the darkness of death and in the unspeakable tragedies he's witnessed, is something that will resonate long after this wonderful record stops spinning.

Friday, May 11, 2012

On the Horizon: My Most Anticipated Albums for the Rest of 2012

2012 has been a pretty solid year thus far, as far as music releases have been concerned. The overall output of great records to grace my ears this year has actually surprised me quite a bit, considering the fact that a large percentage of my favorite artists put out material in 2011, and I thought for awhile that last year's embarrassment of riches my lead to a dearth of greatness for this year. But I should have known better: I've been discovering progressively more music than ever before during each of the years since 2008 or so, and this year has been no exception: making my end-of-the-year list is already going to be a battle. As close as I can figure, about 3 or 4 of the slots in my top ten are already spoken for, with Springsteen almost guaranteed to be sitting in the top spot. That leaves plenty of room for great new discoveries, not to mention late-year arrivals of favorite artists. And of course, there's the summer season, which generally brings out the albums that capture my consciousness the most.

Anticipation is a difficult thing: expectations can color your opinion of an album to a degree that it would never hit you as hard as it could have otherwise, but they also lend a valuable aura to the releases they surround. Very often, an artist can never top the "first" album you heard from them: I know this has proven true for a number of my favorite acts, Butch Walker, Jimmy Eat World, and Jack's Mannequin, to name a few, and year after year, I start my listens to albums from artists of that level with disappointment, and move toward elation as time goes on. I always need a few listens to shed my pre-ordained expectations of what the album should be so I can start to appreciate what it actually is. And although there are some albums that do, ultimately, end up on the "letdowns list" at the end of each year, more often, the albums that I looked forward to the most end up somewhere near the top to the list. Which brings me to the topic of this post: my top five most anticipated full-length releases on the horizon for the remainder of the year. For this group, I tried to steer towards albums that had titles, tracklists, and release dates already announced, and left the more "speculative" picks for the section at the bottom, but in a few cases, my adoration for a specific artist, plus a few hopeful indications, overpowered that impulse.

1. The Gaslight Anthem - Handwritten (out July 24th)


It's only taken about four years for Brian Fallon to evolve from a respected indie-punk frontman to a potential savior of the rock 'n' roll art. That transformation began on 2008's massive The '59 Sound, where Springsteen references, big choruses, and Fallon's desperation-laced vocals built a nighttime drive record for the ages. 2010s American Slang and last year's side project, The Horrible Crowes, were only slightly less stellar, but if "45," the first single from Handwritten, is any indication, Fallon and company might be poised to drop their masterpiece. The song sounds like vintage-Fallon, channeling equal parts Springsteen and punk-rock, and delivering an opus of crisp electric guitar tones, elegantly nostalgic poetry, and soaring vocals that suggest that, yes, Brian Fallon really might be the guy to save rock 'n' roll. I've been dying to see these guys live since the first time I heard "The Backseat," the colossal and emotional closer from The '59 Sound, and I'm hoping this record will finally bring them close to me (or, at very least, SOMEWHERE IN THE UNITED FUCKING STATES), but if nothing else, I have a very strong feeling that Handwritten could end up playing the part of my fabled "summer soundtrack" record this year, and if that's the case, then it could even have a shot at my album of the year title (against, who else? Springsteen).

2. The Wallflowers - TBA (out Fall 2012)



It's been 7 years now since The Wallflowers moniker got its last full-length release. They've toured since (I saw them for the first time in 2009), and frontman Jakob Dylan was been busy (he's released a pair of folky, acoustic-based records), but for a long time, it seemed like the '90s alt-rock band was just going to fade off into dust. That last record, entitled Rebel, Sweetheart saw The Wallflowers at the top of their game, with Dylan embracing the poetic style of his father's writing, but doing so in a context and sound that never sacrificed the band's roots. Their breakthrough album, 1996's Bringing Down the Horse will always be my favorite work of theirs, but Rebel was a terrific and lyrically brilliant set of songs that, in the many times I have listened to it since then, has both made me yearn for new material and ruminate on how, if the band were to never reunite, it would be more than an appropriate swansong. But that's all for naught now, since the band has been in the studio all year, and plans to release a new record this fall. And while I enjoyed Dylan's solo material, he never sounds better than when he's got ringing electric guitars and Rami Jaffee's soulful B3 organ swelling behind him.

3. The Killers - Battle Born (tentative title, out Fall or Winter 2012)

It's been a long time since Day & Age topped my list of biggest letdowns for the year back in 2008, and a lot of things have changed since then, including my opinion of that album. While it's certainly their worst (and that ranking includes frontman Brandon Flowers' stellar 2010 solo debut, Flamingo), Day & Age still contains a lot of great work, and I rather unfairly wrote it off back in the day. Still, I'm hoping for a return to form on the follow-up, though I must confess, I don't really know what that form would be. The band traversed a lot of musical ground, from the new-wave synths and dance-floor beats of Hot Fuss, to the Bruce Springsteen worship of Sam's Town, all the way to the eclectic and bizarre collision of those things that took place on record number three. There's not a lot that's known about their fourth, but I think we can be pretty sure of one thing: Flowers' and co. love to surprise their fans, and even if there's a return to form here, anyone looking for Hot Fuss 2 or Sam's Town 2 is setting themselves up for disappointment.


4. John Mayer - Born and Raised (out May 22nd)

Ever since I bought a copy of Heavier Things back in 2003 (which, I'm fairly certain, was the first album I ever purchased for myself), Mayer and his music have been completely entwined in my musical evolution. Since then, he's dropped an album every three years, like clockwork, but his albums have always been September, October, or November releases, and never spring/summer ones. Mayer's records have always been the kind that I'm more likely to get lost in on a long autumn day than to blare, full volume, on a summer's night, but Born and Raised, with it's promised alt-country and folk tendencies, may make a compelling argument for the contrary. Mayer has never been content to make the same album twice, and I have very little idea of what to expect from this album, whether it will be full of sunny, folky jams, or steel-guitar laden slow-burns perfect for late-night drives, but either way, I can't wait.

5. Green Day - ¡Uno!, ¡Dos!, ¡TrĂ©! (out September 25,  November 13, and January 15, 2013, respectively)

I think it's audacious for bands to attempt double albums, but the concept of a triple-album goes right past that into insane territory. Because of that fact, and because all of Green Day's contemporaries that have attempted the double album (The Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Foo Fighters) have done so with distinctly mixed results, I have my reservations about this project. Green Day's last album, 2009's 21st Century Breakdown was decent but disappointing after the masterful American Idiot, and we don't know anything about this project, whether the albums will span the musical influences of the band's three members or just contain a bunch of songs from the same writing and recording sessions. Either way, the three album sequence, which will span a four month period and produce a pair of records eligible for 2012's end-of-the-year lists, is most certainly an indulgence in pop-music excess, and I'm excited to see what comes of it. It's doubtful that the band has a masterpiece on their hands here, but my highest expectations envision a ridiculously eclectic set of songs from a band that most people have always written off as distinctly one-note. Only time will tell.

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The two without release dates and titles present a difficulty for a list like this, since it's easy for a band to promise a release one day, and change their mind a few months later. That said, the word from The Wallflowers just broke today, and I have faith in them, since they've been posting pretty regular studio updates on their Facebook all year, and since Jakob Dylan isn't a guy who tends to disappear for long periods of time. I'm a whole lot less sure about The Killers, since we haven't seen any decent updates since January (or so). But Flowers has released an album every two years like clockwork since Hot Fuss broke back in 2004, and you'd think that Island would be keen on getting one of their biggest properties back into action: my guess is that we'll see that record in November or December, right in time for the Holiday Season and the sales boost it provides.

Beyond those albums, the year is still a pretty open slate, but there are some pretty exciting things on the horizon, both confirmed and scheduled (Motion City Soundtrack's Go, The Tallest Man On Earth's There's No Leaving Now, Glen Hansard's Rhythm and Repose, Sun Kil Moon's Among the Leaves, among many others) to the much more speculative list (New stuff from U2, Matchbox Twenty...I'll believe that one when I see it, and Mumford & Sons). U2 has been all over the place in terms of release rumors recently, from saying they had three different albums in the works a year or two ago, to Bono hinting that the band might be ready to call it a day. In the wake of the biggest rock 'n' roll tour in music history, it's safe to say the band has earned some time off. But since they've been toying with releasing Songs of Ascent, an album of material from around the No Line On The Horizon era, since 2010, and since they teased fans with the interesting prospects of a Danger Mouse-produced reinvention, it would be a shame for them to close the doors before at least seeing where those roads might lead. As for Matchbox Twenty, it's been ten longs years since the '90s alt-rock darlings dropped their last full-length (More Than You Think You Are, which was also their best work), a hiatus that saw both a Greatest Hits collection and a pair of decent solo offerings from frontman Rob Thomas. If the band finally makes their return this year, it will be the long overdue arrival of an album I've been waiting for since I was 11 or 12 years old, and while I'm certainly not in the same place I was back then, musically or in any other way, I'd certainly welcome a new record from those guys any day of the week.

As of now, I don't think this year will be quite the illustrious display for music that 2011 was, but if all of the albums listed above live up to expectations, and if a few albums come out of nowhere and knock my socks off (which has been happening more and more recently), then who knows?