Minus the Bear’s Visionary Video for New Single ‘Last Kiss’ Dazzles

When making a music video, the ultimate outcome is often a mixture of the director’s vision and the artist’s music. It may seem obvious that the best videos result from a collaboration where both parties are on the same wavelength. As we’ve all seen, however, that’s not often the case.

Luckily for Minus the Bear, director Dan Huiting immediately envisioned a divine video concept for their song “Last Kiss.” “I instantly saw the band performing in a new, digital world that would be beautifully surreal and also very geometrically pattern inspired,” says Huiting.

They were able to pull it off in a way that reflects both Huiting’s taste and Minus the Bear’s signature rock/experimental sound. With vignette reminiscent of those silhouetted Apple commercials and mysterious shadows, it drapes the band in allure and complements the song, which extolls the very real emotions that go along with complicated relationships.

“I think we ended up with a video that represents the band very well,” says Huiting. “They look and sound great, and we were able to come up with some super rad effects and a piece as a whole that everyone involved is proud of.”

Check out the video for Minus the Bear’s “Last Kiss” below!

 

POPDOSE SINGLE PREMIERE: NEZROK, “Andy Please”

Popdose is very pleased to premiere for you the latest single from power pop master Chris Korzen, who operates under the moniker of Nezrok.  This release is pretty special, to me, especially, as it’s a song originally written and recorded by Van Duren and Jody Stephens back in the ’70’s, but never released.  As it happens, Mr. Duren is singing background vocals; among the players that worked with Mr. Korzen is Dennis Diken, thunder-drummer for The Smithereens and this song just motors.  Upbeat – poppy – classic and glad to see this song finally see the light of day.

Listen to “Andy Please” and you’ll be playing it over and over and over…

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Nobody’s Favorite Record Review #2: Neil Young’s Landing on Water

Almost everyone loves Neil Young. And Mr. Young has given us many, many excellent records which a lot of people love very much. However, some are more loved than others, and I can’t think of too many of them that are less loved than this one.

1986’s Landing on Water is nobody’s favorite Neil Young album. Of course, most of us know how Neil flailed around (or by all appearances he did, anyway) in the 80’s, trying on musical genres like he was trying to find the perfect tux to wear to prom or something, royally pissing off and even alienating the ardent fanbase he had built with his earthy, deeply felt, and mostly introspective and indisputably classic 70’s work. I mean, sure, he had always presented a restless intellect and mercurial nature, but he seemed to go off the deep end after signing with Geffen Records after the sludgy Crazy Horse-backed stomper Re-Ac-Tor failed to make much of an impression on anyone in 1981. In fact, that’s another worthy subject for one of these, but later for that. Anyway, the first shot of insanity (to staunch Neil fans, anyway) was 1982’s proto-techno Trans, born from Neil’s fascination with using early 80’s tech to communicate with his autistic son. 30 years later, it’s actually quite listenable, hindsight has been kind to it. Not content to expand on that and maybe taken a little aback to the reaction, Our Man Neil abruptly decided to do rockabilly to middling effect (Everybody’s Rockin’), and a half-assed, mock-serious attempt at doing an Nashville Country & Western album that was watered down even further by nervous record label suits (Old Ways). Especially galling was the knowledge that the fondly-remembered Harvest album was also recorded in Nashville, and fans really had their hopes up for it. While these records do have their admirers (I can take or leave the former, but I can’t stand the latter), by now all but the hard core were fed up with all the genre-hopping, including record label head David Geffen himself, who dispatched a battalion of lawyers to sue Mr. Shakey for making albums that were “non-commercial and musically uncharacteristic”. This was settled out of court prior to the recording of Landing, and Geffen himself eventually apologized, but many folks kinda saw his point.

According to Wiki, many of Landing’s songs were originally slated for recording with Crazy Horse in 1984, but apparently the results were unsatisfactory and were shelved. In ‘86, Neil recruited longtime LA session guy Danny “Kootch” Kortchmar (James Taylor, Nilsson, Warren Zevon, Crosby & Nash, Carole KIng, Linda Ronstadt and many more) as well as drummer Steve Jordan (who also did a multitude of sessions for a multitude of people, as well as eventually backing Keith Richards’ solo work) and on a few cuts, the San Francisco Boys’ Chorus, and decided to dust a few of the Horse tunes off. No bass player was listed, so I suppose it was done on keys by Kortchmar or Neil.  The album’s sound was harder and more rock-edged than anything he’d done since the aforementioned Re-Ac-Tor, but many were once again taken aback by the preponderance of electronic instruments used- the only organic sounds that emanated from this album was the Boys’ Chorus. All done up with a digital-to-a-fault 1980’s production sound, the obvious comparisons were to Trans; but this album has more of an edge and attitude to my ears, and while many listeners were nonplussed yet again, I’ve come to love this album, and place it higher than almost any of his 80’s efforts, possibly excepting Trans and the release that got him back in people’s good graces, 1989’s Freedom.

I must, at this point, make special mention of Jordan’s electronic snare drum sound he uses in this album (and in some of the subsequent work I’ve heard him on as well). It sounds flat and dead and loud, like he’s smacking a plastic barrel with a hollow wooden bat or something, and I simply love it.

So. This isn’t long enough, so what say we do a track-by-track, shall we? You can listen along using the full-album video below!

Weight of the World – The lead track clues you in right off the bat to what you’ll be hearing on this entire album; a rolling tumbling stop-start beat, punctuated with synthesizer notes, and Neil’s falsetto processed voice singing about all the pressures he’s faced and how he’s treated other people; real 70’s style introspection, all gussied up in “modern” 80’s clothes. No guitar solo, except for a few pinched notes on the fadeout. This one had a really odd, Young-filmed, and almost nightmarish to watch video.

Violent Side – Neil finally breaks out his guitar on this one, as he enjoins his listeners to control, yes, your “violent side”. While the lyrical sentiment is a little on the naive side, the backing isn’t- growling guitars & synths, Jordan spraying beats everywhere, and the Boys Chorus singing away on the chorus, it’s a (ironically enough) chaotic, if melodic, exercise in pop/rock.

Hippie Dream is one of the best tracks on the album, and is the one from this album which is most fondly remembered by those who care to remember such things. I’d bet my house this is one of the aborted Crazy Horse songs. Against ominous, downbeat washes of synth sound and bass notes, backed with Jordan beating hell out of his drum kit like he was trying to break out of jail or something, Young looks back with regret, coldly dismissing David Crosby, Paul Kantner & Stephen Stills’ hippie optimism (“But the wooden ships/were a hippie dream/capsized in excess/if you know what I mean)…but determined to look forward and remain true to himself. A mission statement if you will, and to further prove his point, he freaks out on guitar to impressive effect on the way out- the interplay between his loopy soloing and Jordan’s fierce drum is amazing.

Bad News Beat finds Young using newspaper and TV News metaphors to tell us that his baby doesn’t love him, more or less. It’s not the strongest cut on the album, it rolls and tumbles to no real good effect but doesn’t really last too long so it gets a pass. It provides a little break before segueing into the next song…

Touch the Night, which was the first track I heard from this record when MTV aired the video that featured Neil dressed as yet another TV News reporter (see previous song), at the chaotic scene of an accident, red-robed chorus in tow. Rather striking image, and the video is full of sly humor. The straight-ahead driving guitar-rock of the accompaniment compliments the reflective nature of the lyrics, as Neil meditates on the transience of life or something like that. The SFBC is on hand again here to provide angelic textures to the choruses, and ooh-ah to great effect as the band crashes and bashes to the end of the song. Again, Jordan really brings the thunder.

Next up, we get the funky drum & synth (no bass can I discern, if it’s there, its very low in the mix) shuffle of People on the Street, which is a disconcertingly light-in-tone treatment of a serious problem (as much in 1986 as it is now), homelessness. Still, I can’t help but get a kick out of the nice shooby-doo-wah style vocals on the middle section. You stay busy tapping your toe, even as you digest lyrics such as:

There’s a muffled scream from the alley scene
From the alley scene comes a muffled scream
And the siren wails while the system fails
In the steaming heat people walk in the street
People can’t run and hide
If you want to feel good then you gotta feel good inside.

As study in contradictions, Neil in the 80’s. The bizarre video he made for this song doesn’t improve things one bit,  even doubling up on the incongruity via some shameless mugging by the performers.

On Hard Luck Stories, Neil basically echoes George Harrison in 1964 via “Don’t Bother Me”, requesting that we don’t tell him our hard luck stories, and in exchange he won’t tell us his. Simple enough, and this song boogies along amiably with a nice little guitar lick accent or two as we go back to the lyrics after the solo break as well as in the fadeout.

I Got a Problem is another hard rocking cut with a great riff at its base and a jagged, staccato beat. Neil has a problem. He can’t explain it and doesn’t want talk about it either. Great music for dancing around spastically, as some of us did back then. Jordan shines in the breaks after Neil sings “Every time we talk about it/I break out in a cold cold sweat”.

Pressure (not to be confused with the Billy Joel hit from ’84) starts out with a nice Beatlish riff (played by Danny Kootch, I bet), and chugs along with a Devo-like approach (he had made a great public show of embracing the pioneering synth-poppers in previous years, wonder if this was left over from some abandoned collaboration?), especially on the breaks in which the backing singers sing

Don’t feel, don’t feel
Feel pressure from me
Don’t feel, don’t feel
No pressure from me
Don’t feel, don’t feel
Feel pressure from me.

Immediately followed by synth-processed vocals which sound like screams. Max Headroom gets a sly namecheck at one point, remember him? Young made a video for this one too, and it’s just as bizarre as the others.

The album closes with Drifter, which kinda, well, drifts- lumbering along, Frankenstein-like, until the end. The synth-drum-guitar mix is the same as on most of the other tracks. It’s another kind of mission statement from Mr. Young, in which he seems to express confusion as to why people react so aversely to his wayward nature and seeks to defend himself. To wit:

What about you, did I ever take a thing from you?
What about me, how do I know that your love is true?
What about you, how can I count on you to count on me?

Neil’s feelings aside, I wish there had been a stronger way to close this record…not that it would have mattered anyway. This album wasn’t successful at all sales-wise, reflecting how many had given up on the Neil that gave us After the Gold Rush or Zuma or even Rust Never Sleeps ever coming back. However, for all practical purposes, this album brought a close to the restless experimentation; he reunited with Crazy Horse on the 1987 followup Life, and its more conventional rock gave the faithful hope, and soon he won a lot of lost sheep back to the fold with 1989’s Freedom, which paved the way for his well-received 00’s and 10’s albums.

But I never forgot this record, even though it, too, took me aback when I bought it in ’86 after liking “Touch the Night”. Obviously, I eventually warmed to it, though it took a little while, and I like it as much as any record he put out post-Rust Never Sleeps.

When I was taking graphic design classes in the late 90’s, I had the opportunity to meet the artist who did the package design, Laura LiPuma. She didn’t have a lot to say about this job, (mostly she talked about doing Prince’s LoveSexy as well as Sign ‘O’ the Times) but she remembered that it was an enjoyable assignment and Neil was supportive of what she did.

Next up, the Toxic Twins burn out.

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross: Episode Nineteen

Radio City with Jon Grayson and Rob Ross:  Hey Nineteen!

Rolling along with the new format, Jon and Rob have a lively, riveting and powerful conversation which you don’t want to miss.  Laughs – seriousness – thought and off-color observations – you get it all, regularly.  This week’s episode starts with a comparison on performance venues nowadays and seeing older artists currently on tour; the Popdose Staff piece of Paul McCartney’s Top 75 Songs For Paul’s 75th Birthday (a great read and some very choice selections) and a shoutout to Brian Wilson on his 75th birthday; the usual Donald Trump press circus and use of distractions; Ken Shane’s choice of Carla Thomas’ “B-A-B-Y”; Anna Coogan’s recent album; summer television – the end of certain shows and the return of others; the NHL’s expansion draft, introducing the Las Vegas Golden Knights and this week’s brilliant “In Our Heads” segment, which you do not want to pass by.

Sit down on this 4th of July and celebrate that Jon and Rob are out there, bringing you all the news that’s fit to inspect…

Radio City With Jon Grayson & Rob Ross: Episode Nineteen


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Palehound’s ‘If You Met Her’ Reveals Profound Sadness Amid New Love

There are few universal themes as profound as that of loss, especially when it involves significant life events that make you miss someone even more. Boston-by-way-of-Brooklyn artist Palehound, nee Ellen Kempner, explores this very human, very raw experience in her new video and track, “If You Met Her.”

The title says most of it. The song remembers Kempner’s close friend, Lily, who passed away unexpectedly. “When you lose a friend—a young friend—nothing can prepare you for that,” she says. Amid dealing with her grief, Kempner began a new relationship, which ignited a whole host of feelings. Predictably, she entered into a whole new phase of the grieving process: that of not being able to introduce her friend to her new partner. “I’m with someone new,” she sings, “and I know that you would love her if you met her.”

Kempner’s sound, which recalls the best of female-fronted ’90s alt-rock, is complemented by its video, created by students at the Real to Reel Filmschool at Raw Art Works in Lynn, Massachusetts. That fresh vision perfectly illustrated the complicated, conflicting light-dark dichotomy of Kempner’s emotions, illustrating the depth of her lyrics.

Check out the video for Palehound’s “If You Met Her” below!

E.P. REVIEW: LISA SAID, “Estranged”

Last year, we introduced you to the lovely Lisa Said, the singer/songwriter/guitarist from Chattanooga (by way of Cairo, Egypt) and her stunning debut, No Turn Left Behind.  She’s been busy – writing, performing and recording and this new E.P., Estranged, are the fruits of these labors.  It hasn’t been easy for her; the songs were born of an emotionally difficult time – separation, dating, separation again and dating again.  The mood and flavor of these songs reflect her feelings and she does so with melody and thoughtfulness.

“Some Dudes” is just plain fucking great – her voice is deadly smoky and sexy; the guitars are dirty and garage-y; she’s pushing The Velvet Underground envelope in a linear, poppy way and this is such a damned fine track.  “Regular Guy” is another dynamic pop piece with nuances; the acoustic guitar, which sounds like it’s almost strummed as a counter to the band on the verses, while the singular guitar notes (to me) recall some of Alex Chilton’s more textured moments during Big Star’s 3rd.  “Peel The Moon” has a country feel; upbeat, which belies the somewhat sad nature of the lyrics and “Up Not Down” could be looked at as either more traditional country or at least, Americana, with its use of mandolin.  Another perfect thread of melody.  If you were to look at this as a vinyl release, side A would be the “rock” side and side B, the “country” side.

No matter what, Lisa Said has shown in her two releases quite a range of style, delivery and emotion.  And an E.P. is always a good taster for what’s to come.  Another fine and impressive piece of work from an artist I’m unquestionably a fan of.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

Estranged will be released on Friday, July 7th, 2017

http://www.lisasaid.com/

Book Review: The Canadaland Guide to Canada

July 1 is Canada Day. This year, our neighbors to the north are celebrating the 150th anniversary of the confederation of different British territories into one nation.

Meanwhile, here in the US, we are all checking our family trees to see if we have citizenship rights in other countries. For example, my grandfather left England for the oppressive reason that he was born on July 4. Had he caught a ship for Canada instead of for the US, I would be able to receive residency in the UK. Instead, he came here, and now I know more about Mike Brzezinski’s plastic surgery than anyone should and have my senators’ mailing addresses memorized.

Into this world comes a new book, The Canadaland Guide to Canada, by Jesse Brown. He is the impresario of the Canadaland podcast, a regular show about Canadian life and culture. The target audience for that show are his fellow Canucks. The target audience for the book, though, are those of us south of the 49th Parallel who dream of having a president who looks and talks and acts like Justin Trudeau.

Even if we can’t or won’t leave, we need a laugh. The Canadaland Guide to Canada is good for at least a few. This is a book that is a) willing to make fun of Canada and b) willing to go far, far beyond the stereotypes of Bob and Doug McKenzie. We learn that Canadians are not environmentalists, are not sorry for their treatment of the First Nations people, and are not even all that nice. They do like hockey, though.

And, they write a fun book about their country. I’m not sure any Americans could do such a thing about American life, at least not right now. That, alone, makes this book as poignant as it is funny.

Happy Canada Day! Joyeux Jour du Canada!

ALBUM REVIEW: CHRIS BELL, “Looking Forward: The Roots Of Big Star”

This wonderful, 22-track compilation is just part of the work Chris Bell did before he dug his heels in with Big Star in 1971.  Omnivore Recordings has gathered selections from Chris’ earlier bands like Icewater and Rock City; some of these tracks have been heard previously, but now they’re in one collection and newly remixed/remastered by Ardent Studios master Adam Hill and archivist/historian extraordinaire, Alec Palao.  This is the first of several releases, celebrating the musical life of the man who founded Big Star.

There’s no need to go into Chris’ life story here; it’s been fairly well-documented and, in fact, is the subject of a forthcoming book, but the oncoming releases will be no less spectacular – a six-album set and an expanded edition of (the now-legendary/beloved) I Am The Cosmos – this will be the year of Chris Bell.  And rightly so.  His importance cannot be understated.  The thing is that this particular CD features six previously unissued tracks; what you hear is a true evolution of an obviously gifted and talented singer/songwriter/guitarist.

Some of my own favorites are on here – two of which are the opening tracks:  “Think It’s Time To Say Goodbye”, the Stones-y rocker from Rock City, which has just so much life and energy in it, followed by the gorgeous, Badfinger-esque “All I See Is You” from Icewater.  For the sake of history, Icewater was first, followed by Rock City and both songs could easily have been hits – melody, great vocal harmonies and instantly memorable.  Even earlier in his budding career, Chris recorded “Psychedelic Stuff”, an almost-obvious nod to The Yardbirds; this version has a cleaner, boosted vocal mix you can hear and it’s interesting to hear how advanced he already was.  Two of the better known Big Star tracks, “My Life Is Right” and the heart-rending “Try Again” were originally recorded by Rock City – both are here and you can hear the development of these songs from these slightly-less-layered versions, as opposed to Big Star’s.

Even more surprising are tracks like “Feeling High” by The Wallabys – who were Chris, Steve Rhea and Terry Manning – who were, in fact, Icewater, along with singer-guitarist Alan Palmore and “Looking Forward”, where we hear Chris on lead vocals with an altered line-up of Icewater, which now had Steve Rhea moving to guitar from behind the drums and Jody Stephens takes his place on the drum stool.  This is a very Abbey Road-like, hypnotic kind of piece and filled with neat little production nuances.  “Sunshine” is also Icewater, but this time, playing bass is Andy Hummel, who, of course, would join Big Star.  The acoustic guitar texture is that now-trademark Chris Bell style and the harmonies are incredibly uplifting.

If nothing else, this album fits the recent “educational” releases – such as the recent The Best Of Big Star; it’s a perfect introduction, primer – call it what you will – if you’ve heard the name of Chris Bell or Big Star but never really investigated the music.  There’s no better place to start – or to enhance your collection if you’re like me and have to have anything/everything aligned with Big Star or to enlighten someone uninformed (and, of course, to turn on the younger generation who don’t yet know…).  Regardless, this is the musical journey of someone who has rightly earned the title of “legend” and though he left us early, at the age of 27 in 1978, he and his music do thankfully live on in those of us who have heard, understand and keep it in our hearts.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED – ESSENTIAL LISTENING

Looking Forward:  The Roots Of Big Star will be released on Friday, July 7th, 2017

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Exit Lines: Haywire

Figures that one of the few Shakespeare in the Park productions I’ve missed in twenty years is one of the few that’ll still be talked about in twenty years. But the Julius Caesar that played to daily headlines struck me as an insult–to Julius Caesar, a far wiser and more competent leader than the one being stabbed to death in Central Park. Leave a legend alone.

But I did have fun with a Trump-era revival of Nikolai Gogol’s The Government Inspector, a Red Bull Theater production that’s about to settle in for a summer run at New World Stages. This delightful adaptation by Jeffrey Hatcher (Compleat Female Stage Beauty) doesn’t openly parody our dismal president and his inept administration–you get the parallel soon enough, as the graft, bickering, and overall incompetence of backwater Russia in the distant past immediately translate to our own undrained swamp. The premise is simple: Corrupt town fathers are terrified to learn that a no-nonsense government inspector has been spotted. Enter Ivan (Michael Urie), who is rakish, vainglorious, and far from the usual visiting bureaucrat. That’s good news for the townspeople, who find in him a kindred spirit, and an easy mark. But Ivan, a self-deluded “writer” of sorts, is not a government inspector, and, being eminently corruptible, turns the situation to his advantage when he figures out that he’s being played.

Somehow I think Gogol’s play was softened when it became The Inspector General, a musical comedy vehicle for Danny Kaye in 1949. And I suspect Hatcher has heightened the material into semi-slapstick, or lowered it–“this wasn’t that funny when we saw it at the Moscow Art Theatre,” I overheard one patron saying as we exited. Whatever the case, as directed by Jesse Berger it’s at the perfect temperature, with a matchless Ivan in Urie, a frazzled, frizzy-haired wonder who does a hilarious drunk act in one scene, then turns on the charm for pretty, level-headed, and suspicious Marya (Talene Monahon) as the manipulations begin. Marya’s father, the blustering mayor, is played to a fine exasperation by Michael McGrath, just one of several top-flight clowns assembled for one of the best ensembles in town.

Every comedy should come equipped with a role for the great Mary Testa, and this one does–fawning lasciviously over the new arrival, in a succession of costume designer Tilly Grimes’ gowns, she’s terrific. Earning some of the biggest laughs is Arnie Burton, a go-to funnyman since The 39 Steps hit Broadway a decade ago. He plays two roles (Ivan’s tart-tongued servant, and the town’s snooping postmaster) so seamlessly, and so inventively, I thought I was watching two actors until I checked the program. I’m not sure how this take on The Government Inspector might play at the Moscow Art Theatre, but this 200-year-old could not be any more sprightly than it is Off Broadway.

Martyna Majok’s Cost of Living, at Manhattan Theatre Club, has one unforgettable scene. Floating from job to job, Jess (Jolly Abraham) finds what she hope will be more sustained employment caring for John (Gregg Mozgala), a wealthy graduate student with cerebral palsy.  At one point, she bathes him, and watching the process unfold–discreetly, and unsentimentally, under Jo Bonney’s direction–proves riveting. It’s rare to see actual work performed onstage, particularly this very human kind of labor, and everyone involved with this scene earns applause.

There’s an agenda at play here–Jess has begun to have feelings for John, who is a bit of an asshole, and proudly so. (Majok isn’t sentimental about the disabled, either.) Their story is paralleled by that of a more combustible couple, Ani (Katy Sullivan), who has lost her legs and is mostly paralyzed since an accident, and her patient ex-husband Eddie (Victor Williams). He bathes her, too, in a more tender sequence accompanied by Satie playing in the background. It ends differently (like Ani, Sullivan, whose thick local accent perks up the pre-show announcements, doesn’t seem a Satie kind of gal) and leads to the fusion of the play’s two halves.

An awkward fusion, I must add. Ani and John may be disabled (as are the performers), but Jess, afflicted by her own choices and an unforgiving marketplace, is truly down and out, and Eddie is just barely scraping by. The providers are in need, too. The denouement isn’t terribly convincing, but I can’t blame Majok for wanting to give her characters wiggle room amidst so much societal decline. Cost of Living reminds us that dignity is a human right, one in constant need of care.