Archive for October, 2009

A Brief and Wondrous Novel by Junot Diaz

Oscar WaoGenerational novels that span one family’s history can go one of two ways; they can be intriguing and provoking as a reader draws parallels between each family member’s story, or they can be incredibly, horrendously dull.

Which was my main concern when I picked up The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz. There’s only so many different relatives a person can read about before they’re skipping through to the end of the book. But Díaz is a master of his craft. Though this story is not just about Oscar Wao, the stories about his other family members all play into one explanation for why Oscar is the way he is.

And what is Oscar? According to narrator Yunior de las Casas, a boy who dates Oscar’s older sister and becomes inexplicably tied up with in her family’s life, Oscar is the square of all squares. Oscar is an obese nerd who lives for RPGs and writing hundreds of pages of sci-fi novels full of chiseled heroes and galactic battle. He can write and speak Tolkien’s made-up Elvish language, and is constantly making allusions to protagonists from fantasy novels.

Oscar, in addition to holding infinite geekdom, is a Dominican with no game. Which, Yunior insists, is completely unheard of.  No game is an understatement; picture yourself at the height of puberty, burning with a crush on the girl who sits next to you in history class and all you can do is stutter and stare at your shoelaces.

That is Oscar’s love life, perpetually. And try as he might to break out of this cycle of rejection and self-loathing, he never seems to be able to do so.

But readers come to learn that this unfortunate helplessness to change may not be Oscar’s fault. In fact, Oscar’s whole family seems riddled with the worst of luck, a fact that the more superstitious Dominicans attribute to a fukú, or curse, that was put on Oscar’s grandfather and has followed the family from the Dominican Republic to New Jersey.

Readers learn about the life of Oscar’s older sister Lola, and how she must overcome her hatred of her aggressive, browbeating mother to take care of Oscar and persevere with her life. They read about Oscar and Lola’s mother, Belicia Cabral and her rugged childhood in the Dominican Republic from her abusive early years to her growth into a woman under the watchful eye of her aunt during an era of tyranny under the Dominican military dictator Rafael Trujillo.

And Díaz introduces Abelard Cabral, Belicia’s father who dared to hide his daughters from Trujillo’s hungry gaze and kicked off the fukú that ruined his family.

This isn’t just the story of a family’s history. This is a history lesson about an entire country during the era of a brutal dictator. The Dominican Republic spent from 1930 to 1961 under the reign of Rafael Trujillo, a President turned military dictator who was best known, as described by this story, for his numerous spies and his reign of violent killings throughout the nation.

Trujillo’s reign takes a central role in the lives of Belicia and Abelard, and it is through these stories that a reader comes to see the horrors of living under a dictatorship years after Hitler was brought down. Throughout the story Yunior compares Trujillo’s associates with the evil beings associated with Sauron’s reign in The Lord of the Rings.

And through Yunior’s narration his own motives are revealed. How, despite his promiscuous tendencies, he remains in love with Lola for years as Oscar’s life unfolds.  Yunior reaches out to Oscar as a favor to Lola, but even after he has thrown in the towel on trying to salvage her younger brother, his feelings for her never diminish.

Things seem hopeless for young Oscar Wao. But a fukú can always be overcome. And after a trip back to the Dominican Republic Oscar begins to understand that he may need to make his own last stand to finally find love and break his family’s curse.

From the descriptions of life in New Jersey to the intricately crafted expositions of the Dominican Republic over 60 years of change to the biting narration of Yunior complete with nerdy literary references to the completely startling but reticently persuasive idea of a family curse, Diaz has created a novel that will keep you on your toes and rooting for the underdog. But don’t just take my word for it. I mean, he did win the Pulitzer.

–Liz

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Franz’s Third Gets Fabulously Freaky

franzferdinandDuring my sophomore year of high school my mother packed my friends, my little sister and me into the back of a Suburban and braved 476 to 676 to Spring Garden for the first of what would come to be many mom-fueled excursions to the Electric Factory.

In the midst of a period where I was listening to singers that ranged from whiny acoustic acts to fringe hard-core bands, my mom was ecstatic when I finally brought home an album she didn’t hate. As this Scottish band sang out silly dance tracks about burning down cities and dancing with boys, I realized I had found a band that was infectious enough to get almost anyone who heard them to dance. And when you’re 16, finding other teenagers who want to dance is a quite a rare thing.

Only one band could have coerced my mom into taking that initial trek into the city, and it was Franz Ferdinand.

And though these Scots may have turned down the nonsense and turned up the dance beats, Tonight: Franz Ferdinand has all the markings of an album that will once again people of all ages and genre-loyalties flocking to the record shops.

Tonight takes this band’s maturity and sticks it in a blender with the youthful swagger of their first album. Though it still has some of the rock-induced flavors of You Could Have It So Much Better, this disc was through and through engineered for the dance floor.

Despite the similar themes of the first and third albums, it’s immediately obvious that Alex Kapranos has grown up. His sexy croon on opening track “Ulysses” is telltale of that. No longer is he singing pop numbers about looking for someone to “Take Me Out.” He wants someone to go home with when the night’s over.

The flirtatious attitude of this band has been magnified and chiseled into a perfect killing strike at any man or woman holding out against the attractions of dance music. Catchy guitar hooks have been replaced with bass and synth-driven riffs that cause involuntarily shoulder and hip swaying. Tracks like “Turn It On” and “Send Him Away” have got a darker attitude and rhythms conducive for movement. These boys are irresistible.

But their juvenile attitude is still present. Lyrics like “I typed your number into my calculator / Where it spelled a dirty word when you turned it upside-down” from “Twilight Omens” break from the club-hunting and take a listener back to middle school romance.

Their clap-along choruses (see “No You Girls”) and the overall simplicity of their lyrics and song structure keep any jaded elements this album could have at bay. This album won’t stimulate you intellectually, but you’ll be too busy containing your feet spasms in front of your roommate to care.

For all the dance numbers on this album, Franz still successfully manages to shake things up. The tail-end of “What She Came For” is a guitar breakdown of the most energetic caliber. The intro to “Can’t Stop Feeling” is a blatant example of hip-hop influences that have seeped into this album. The four minutes of synthesizer and drums at the end of “Lucid Dreams” become reminiscent of an LCD Soundsystem track.

“Dream Again” is by far away the slowest track of the album, a brief ambient number with echoing voices and xylophones creating a captivating dreamscape feel. And closer, “Katherine Kiss Me,” is a quaint little acoustic number (think “Eleanor Put Your Boots On” off You Could Have It So Much Better) that brings an unexpected but not displeasing end to a volume of dance hits. The band’s versatility is here. It’s just stacked on the back half of the album.

If you’re on the prowl for some groovy tunes, Tonight: Franz Ferdinand is hands down the album you are looking for. You’ll have your friends, and maybe even your parents, on their toes in no time.

–Liz

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The Swankest Samurais Sport Six Strings

SixstringsamuraiIt’s 1957. The Russians dropped the bomb on America and won the Cold War. Civilization is in tatters. Above it all stands Lost Vegas, the only beacon of hope for America. And with Elvis’ recent death, the city is in need of a king.

Yes, every second of Six String Samurai is as outrageous as its premise. Yes, there are men traveling across the shattered U.S., guitars in hand, seeking to become the next king. And yes, our protagonist is a samurai-sword wielding, emo-glasses sporting gent named Buddy (guess who he looks like).

The other rock-star wannabes aren’t Buddy’s only challenge. Death and his band, championing heavy metal, are also looking to take up the throne. As this grim company moves across the desert, killing the other rockers in their wake, they grow ever closer to taking care of Buddy once and for all.

Buddy, to the other rock stars he encounters, is a washed up rock-star who drank away all his talent. But after picking up a mute orphan, known simply as The Kid, we learn that Buddy isn’t as cold and wretched as he seems. In fact, after he gives up trying to dump the kid with a family of cannibalistic fall-out crazies and midget salesmen, he openly takes a shine to the boy and takes on the role of rock star dad.

The list of ridiculousness that accompanies this movie is astounding. The entire soundtrack was performed by the Red Elvises, a nonsense surf-rock band whose two main members hail from Russia. The band has a cameo early on in the film as a bar-band conscripted by Death to kill Buddy. When they fail, Death kills these Russian rockers, but not before stealing their stylish shoes.

Buddy’s enemies are colorful and many. A group of Cro-Magnonesque men, sporting clubs and a beat up tow truck, take him on a car chase to the shore. The technologically-creepy Wind People are suited men who live on windmill farms and steal passerby. A creepy robot demands that captured children fight to the death so he can eat the winners.

As Buddy approaches Lost Vegas he comes face to face with an entire unit of the Russian Army, hanging out in the hills of Nevada, who does not believe the war is over. “I do not like rock ‘n roll music,” says the Russian commander, standing by a sign that reads “Condemnski.”  “It is too loud.” Those silly Russians.

Buddy’s skills with his samurai sword are matched only by his spectacular abilities with a guitar and his knack for hokey dialogue. Take, for instance:

Drunk Guy: If I were you, I’d be running.
Buddy: If you were me, you’d be better looking.

Or how about:

Buddy: Who are you?
Death: Death.
Buddy: Cool.

Six String Samurai is a movie is perfect if you enjoy watching B-movies for the laughs. The absurdity of the plot combined with the cheesiness of the acting makes for the perfect way to giggle away an evening.  Do you like music? Fun? Then this is the flick for you.

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Say Amen to the Mountain Goats

The_Mountain_Goats_-_The_Life_Of_The_World_To_ComeI’m not a particularly religious person, so spinning newest Mountain Goats release The Life for the World to Come brought about some pretty mixed feelings for me. On one hand, I love what I know about the Goats and that bittersweet, edgy sound they offer. On the other, this album is so immersed in Christianity that it can feel a little daunting for a listener not up-to-date on his or her Old Testament.

This is a distinct album, both for the Mountain Goats and for folk-rock in general. Though the Goats have spiritual ties in previous albums, there’s none so blatant as here, with each track named after a Bible passage and religious references sometimes phrase for phrase right out of the texts.

These songs are the summations of the past few years of Darnielle’s life and how he has reacted to his share of the deaths and challenges and beauties. He turned to the Bible to seek what he needed and in turn created this album, sincere and reflective and, honestly, deeply soothing.  These are songs about looking forward and transcending spiritually, and his comfort in this music is seeps out to the listener.

A seven-year fan of the band and friend of mine suggested looking up the biblical passages in correlation with the songs. As previously stated, I am not what anyone would call a practicing Catholic, but curious, I dug out a Bible and settled into the album.

Some might be skeptical of such a pious CD. I know I certainly was at first take. Stylistically, this album still has everything all walks of Goats fans love. Darnielle’s storytelling is as spot on as ever, with vivid descriptions of witches hiding in the bramble and hearing angels in the last days of life.

Life of the World opens with mood-setter “1 Samuel 15:23,” a barebones acoustic track that exemplifies Darnielle’s subtleties as a musician as he sings as a sought-after, generous holy man who advises to plant grapes in the netherworld.

One of more rocking tracks on the album, “Psalms 40:2,” is a song about being saved and traveling on again with spirit.  “He brought me up also out of an horrible put, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings,” reads the passage in my $5 King James translation. “He has fixed his sign in the sky,” sings Darnielle in righteous intensity. “He has raised me from the pit and made me high.”

In “Genesis 3:23” Darnielle sees a home he can no longer go back to, paralleling the casting out of Eden from the Book of Genesis. Though some of his songs blatantly compare his story with the religious counterparts, others are trickier to sort through.

The CD as a whole may be softer than previous releases, but many of the tracks have the feel of the quieter tracks on Heretic Pride with a piano-driven, lighter (note: musically, not content-wise) sound. For the first few listens, if not forever, there is a necessary pause, a lapse in action to just listen and appreciate the intricacies of the lyrics.

The stronger tracks burst forth from the overall slow pulse of the album. I would not call the The Life monotonous by any stretch, but the instrumentation and simple vocal styling becomes a murmur of sound in the back of your mind if you don’t stay completely focused on the CD. It’s beautiful, of that there is no question. But it’s not flashy, and its inconspicuousness may be its downfall for less-than-devout Goats fans who need something a little grittier to hold their attention.

“Mathew 25:21” is about Darnielle’s mother-in-law who has passed on, and also about car wrecks and plane crashes and the unimaginable pains of losing somebody despite a belief in what comes next. It’s his mastery of the craft of lyrical composition that pulls this all together so poignantly. And this is what makes this album worthy of praise.

And so goes the album. It’s not what I expected from the Mountain Goats, but it fits and it works and it appeals to some markedly different part of me than what I thought it would. The fun, stubborn, going-down-fighting tracks that got me through the first two years of college have transformed to heartrending songs that, really, make me want to go to church again.

It’s a serious listen, but it’s worth the soul searching for the caliber of music created here. Even if you aren’t the churchgoing type, The Life of the World to Come is still a solid bet in the world of the Mountain Goats. It may not be musical fodder for parties, and it may not replace Heretic Pride in your catalogue, but it will make you appreciate the world around you a little more than before.

–Liz

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Some Fine Indie Rock with A Fine Frenzy

finefrenzyAs a girl who can’t really sing, I always get excited when I stumble across a lady singer who has pipes that make my skin tingle in excitement. Frances Quinlan, Karen O, Jenny Lewis and Regina Spektor are the ones who instantly pop to mind as the spunky girls of folk and rock that keep my spirits up. Too often female singers can fall into the trap of putting out CDs that solely consist of placid, unimaginative acoustic pop that are good for naps but little else.

Though I had no prior knowledge of A Fine Frenzy going into latest release Bomb in a Birdcage, I knew within the first minute of opening track “Wouldn’t Do,” that this was not one of those bands.

Singer and pianist Alison Sudol, who is A Fine Frenzy, described herself on her Web site as “a quiet person with a loud streak.”

“I like to bang on things and cause a ruckus every now and then,” she said, and I totally get that here.  Bomb in a Birdcage is pretty and fluid without being a typical, folksy alt-rock album. Sudol’s voice is consistently strong and the song variety staves off the drabness that can accompany an album like this by musicians lacking her skill.

“Wouldn’t Do” comes complete with poppy, light guitar and whistling interludes. Sudol’s lyrics are solid and, frankly, adorable from the get go. “If we were children I would bake you a mud pie / warm and brown beneath the sun / Never learned to climb a tree but I would try / Just to show you what I’d done,” she sings, and I start to melt into a puddle.

“Electric Twist” and “Happier” showcase Sudol’s ability to cater to a wide spectrum of music goers. She is radio friendly without being overproduced. She is edgy without pushing listeners away.

“Blow Away” has the vibe of a Regina Spektor song with assertive verses and high-octave choruses. There are snatches of verse that actually even sound like Spektor. But the styling of the tracks are solely A Fine Frenzy’s. Her song structures are simple, but catchy and well-orchestrated.

Slow track “Swan Song” is whimsical and beautiful without dropping off into boredom, a frequent side effect of slow piano ballads. “Birds of Summer” builds throughout with the help of underlying flute trills, a pleasant and welcome surprise that keeps up the pace of the song and the versatility of the album.

“World Without” is a powerful, optimistic number where Sudol’s earlier claim about Bomb in a Birdcage really shines through. The song is loud and vibrant but still keeps her tempered atmosphere prevalent.

Synth-driven “Stood Up” is her darkest number, but it offers a healthy change to the consistency of the upbeat numbers. Even closer “Beacon,” another slow piano track, is saved from monotony by Sudol’s croon and the diversity on the rest of the album.

A Fine Frenzy renews my faith in the world of women musicians. Sudol has a mastery of her own voice and her instruments that blows the dozens of poppy folk girls out of the water. Bomb in a Birdcage makes it fun to listen to sappy love tunes without feeling embarrassed or like a whiny girl. A Fine Frenzy has pulled off its newest album with finesse and beauty, minus the snores.

–Liz

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Welcome back, world! And just in time for some fun.

Not gonna lie – I’ve missed my Garbage Man. This has been so much more fun than trying to write case studies about free speech violations and close reading on the inner workings of Harlem Renaissance literature.

So I’m going to compromise for the next handful of posts. Rather than put my blog into permanent hiatus (sob), I’m gonna start posting reviews that I’ve written for my school paper since the start of the semester. I’m not normally one for double dipping, but there’s so much music to share with you!

Welcome back. I’ve missed you. Let’s kick this round off with some fun.

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Years ago I gave The Format only a cursory appreciation for their catchy indie-pop and singer Nate Reuss’ ability to hit octaves I could only ever dream to reach. In high school I first heard “Tie the Rope” on a Drive-Thru Records compilation. Even a song about a suffocating song was a blast to bounce along to in the car when these guys were involved.

And then Reuss, Andrew Dost and Jack Antonoff became fun. Seriously. Their new band fun. debuted Aim and Ignite last week, and the album lives up to its namesake. Take Queen, tone down the operatic voices and hoist the synthesizers and horns. This orchestrated, lighthearted album takes the theatrical sound of an 80s band and meshes it with the contemporary emo-flare of Jack’s Mannequin.

Each song on Aim and Ignite is a miniature circus. From the opening accordion and violin on “Be Calm,” fun. sounds like a three-piece musical with rapid meter changes and lyrics that jump from solo a capella verses to dramatic stretches complete with a chamber choir and strings.

Whether it’s an elaborate, swelling chorus line like the ones that occur on almost every song on the album or the sporadic sleigh bells or constant use of brass, each track sounds different sound the last. And really, each song could be broken into three or four different numbers given the radical stylistic changes that occur at any minute.

“I Wanna Be The One” begins with a few seconds of light piano before transitioning into into a slower pop number with a bouncing horn leading the charge. “Light a Roman Candle with Me,” out of nowhere, sounds like an Eric Hutchinson song for the first minute and half with a panache that goes unmatched. The beginning of any track on this album is not indicative of what the rest of the song is like, which is really neat. I have never listened to a CD with so many surprises.

This album covers the spectrum. They’re songs about God, songs about girls, songs about meeting someone and feeling alive for the first time. “So I call your name/Cross my fingers/Uncross the others/Hesitate” sings Reuss in “All the Pretty Girls.” It’s an easily relatable couple of lines and really captures of the theme of this album, which is to make a CD for everybody. Have you been scared of a relationship? Have you felt lonely? Reuss gets it and wants you come along with him and smile, because this is what life is about.

From start to finish with piano-riffing, bright and snappy “Take Your Time (Coming Home), Aim and Ignite is quite the ride. It provides an uplifting sound in pop music that is normally only found in a Baptist church service on Sunday morning. It truly is fun, the perfect album for a car ride through the city or for waking up for the second week of classes. If you like the theatrical flare of musical soundtracks and want to have some fun, this is your album.

–Liz

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