Saturday, December 05, 2009

Flash Metal Suicide: Tsar


LA's TSAR would find out that it's brand of catchy 70's arena power pop mixed with a dose of some glitz n' glam music was entirely out of it's time. Plus, the cliched bad timing, and the lack of a proper scene of bands to tour with had helped to compound the problems of the band in finding a proper audience. Their sound which was too pop punk for many people's taste, and then too rock n' roll for others' tastes (big guitar solos, huge arena rock sound, etc) put them squarely in the territory of nowhereland as far as most audiences were concerned. But I get it--even if there's only a comparatively speaking few others who do, as well.

I didn't hear the first album at the time--first off, I think that they properly weren't promoted enough really to reach the average audience! A friend of mine whose taste that I trust told me to buy the album, as it was probably in his top ten rock albums of all time. I saw a copy of it for 5 bucks in a used cd store and picked it up, I think, this was the year 2003 or so--well out of the album and band's heyday (if you could call it that). Prior to that, i'd heard the song "Kathy Fong Is The Bomb" somewhere and liked it, and also heard their cover of the Backstreet Boys' "Larger Than Life", but done in a vintage 70's KISS style. For sure you get the sense that the band's record collection has alot of guilty pleasures in it; ballroom glitz and flashing TSAR sign and all.

Unfortunately perhaps miscast as yet another band in a seemingly endless line of pop punk bands groomed for "despicable" mainstream top 40 status, there's definetely something upon first listen that maybe was misperceived about TSAR on their first album from the year 2000 (seriously, it's hard to believe this was nearly a full decade ago!)--highly compressed, polished punk with ultra catchy choruses, courtesy of Rob Cavallo (Green Day). And their choice of bands to tour with at the time likely didn't help--SR-71, Duran Duran, etc. But on further inspection, it's clear that the band was doing something different--way overblown guitar god guitar solos, vintage Cheap Trick/ Sweet powerpop glam riffs; tongue firmly in cheek, but entirely getting the vibe and underlying greatness of the 70's worship that not every similar band really understood.

"Calling All Destroyers" has to be one of the best leadoff tracks of all time, in my opinion--it rocks hard, but never loses sight of melody or catchiness. As a matter of fact, the first four tracks (the first album never even quite matches the power of the first 4 songs, although the second half is decidedly slower and more ballad oriented) are so damned good, that it's hard to not consider this as a real true classic, up there with the best albums of all time. It's that good. Principle songwriter and singer/ guitarist Jeff Whalen does such a damned good job, that I find it hard to believe that he's not Rick Nielsen or Chapman/ Chinn--he can seriously write hit songs on command, effortlessly.

I also find it extremely hard to believe that he wasn't asked to write hit songs for other people. It was probably connections and "who you know and who you blow" and all that probably, but in a perfect world he would have been bigger and much more well known than he is, even if Tsar never took off. I seem to remember him saying that after the release of the debut album and them being dropped after it going nowhere, that he'd moved back in with his mom or something like that, that he was that broke. I dunno, maybe the world just wasn't ready for orange leather pants, and Jeff's kinda odd looking Ziggy Stardust gone mod look. Or his wide eyed enthusiasm (literally, he's got big, intense eyes). Or Jeff's obsession with wearing the American Flag as a cape onstage while he was rocking out.

There's always sort of a reason why bands don't connect with wider audiences. As mentioned before, the pop punk thing probably alienated them from the rock n' roll audiences, and the rock n' roll thing probably alienated them from the pop punk audiences. I could see people wondering why these guys were whipping out rock poses and huge solos and classic rock riffs, and seeing it as overly retro or maybe trying too hard or something like that. That's what I love about the band, because when I think of power pop bands that are heavy on the "power", i'm usually at odds to come up with something that I think is really rocking, and really melodic. TSAR is both, and I can see them splitting their own vote. Usually bands are aping the Beatles or are jangling in an indie pop way, innocuous and derivative enough to not offend purists of genres so as to have more appeal in a certain genre.

Truthfully perhaps, Whalen isn't the strongest singer, and i've heard other people mention this. It's possible that his vocals, coupled with the fact that he eschewed some sort of futuristic glam rocker thing (he mentioned in an interview that I can't find now that he'd admitted that he's a "odd looking dude"), could have been the reason for their popularity ceiling. He doesn't really have your typical gruff, throaty rocker voice, but has a voice well suited to pop songs. Looks count for alot in popular music, particularly the vibe of your frontman, whether people can relate to him in some sort of rock n' roll fantasy type of way where he's doing what they always wanted to do or be, or whether they're baffled as to what he's trying to accomplish. But I think that he has a youthful charm to his style and a naive exuberance that works well for the music. Whatever works, as they say.

"I Don't Wanna Break Up" is your typical love song on lyrical analysis, but the slightly melancholy vibe suits the concern of the song. "Silver Shifter" is a bit slower, a mid tempo rocker that eventually kicks into a massive pre-chorus/ chorus crescendo. "Kathy Fong is the Bomb" follows; back to the up-tempo pop grandeur, sounding not unlike something you'd hear off of Def Leppard's "Hysteria", but with one more arm and the attitude and conviction of the band on "Pyromania". "Teen Wizards" starts out with a fluffy piano/ chimes/ understated vocal before it kicks into some vintage Ramones territory, and then kicks into a big Thin Lizzy dual guitarmony lead in the middle breakdown section. The two big ballads on side two--"Ordinary Gurl" and "The Girl Who Wouldn't Die" have excellent major/ minor chord changes and embellishments, and have excellently overblown aforementioned guitar god solos courtesy of lead guitarist Dan Kern. Kern also sings two songs, "MONoSTEReo" and "Disappear", good pop songs in themselves. "Afradio Pt One & Pt. Two", starts out on some psychedelic noises, then kicks into a furious rocker (there's multiple parts in the "Afradio" series, as evidenced by some demos that they'd done that i'd heard).

The thing that makes the album so great is that on almost every song, there's a pre-chorus that would be most bands' chorus in it's strength. Much like Ginger and the Wildhearts, they know that a killer pre-chorus makes alot of difference, as there's always some structural heightening that happens with another section in a song, leading up to a smaller crescendo amidst the individual songs. It has a great effect, because the songs keep on launching off and off into the stratosphere. And the production sounds amazing--sure it's super slick, but I grew up with big sounding arena rock albums in the 80's as a young boy, and this caters to the aspect of larger than life albums that scream "guilty pleasure" but in the best possible way.

The backing vocal harmonies are absolutely excellent--Jeff Whalen sings high enough, but listen to t
he higher harmony--it's insanely high. The guitars are overdubbed lots--there's acoustic guitar embellishments here and there, too, and to my ears, it sounds like there's nylon string acoustics on here, which you don't usually hear.....it's usually metal string acoustic guitars. So there's a different touch right there.

The budget for this album must have been tremendous, and considering that it didn't sell much at all, i'm guessing that the label--Hollywood Records--lost a ton on it. But you can't accuse the band of not giving it their all--if you watch live footage of the band then--and after--they were incredibly tight, infectious, energetic, fun, cheeky and retro without being regressive and perhaps almost too modern (hence the pop punk tags/ misunderstanding).

The cover of the album also is interesting-- it seems to have some sort of innocence, in a girl pointing up to a sky with an apparition in the sky, surrounded by businessmen. I think that it could also symbolize the enthusiasm and the ideal about being in a band, before the business end comes in, the bump and grind of music being business in the end. "Hey man, you guys are great and all, but it's nothing personal....".

The thing about the album that makes it so cool is that it seems to reference itself in a couple of songs--hence the mention of "silver shifter" in "I Don't Wanna Break Up"; and the mention to "Kathy Fong" in followup album "Band-Girls-Money"'s title track. And the band's respect of the history of rock music had came up in an interview with Jeff around the 2000 range of the promotion of the first record, perhaps addressing the misconceptions about the surface value sound that some listeners never got past:

"you know how bands from the ‘60s like the Beatles or Bowie (who I guess really isn’t the '60s, but sitll), those older bands are really influenced by Chuck Berry and Elvis? But then their music doesn’t sound anything like that, even though in the end you got the sense that all they really wanted was to just play 'Summertime Blues' or whatever. If they got to play what they wanted, they’d just play "Good Golly Miss Molly" all day. I guess it’s something like that . I’d say 90% of what we’re compared to, which varies so much depending on the listener, is not really the prime influence on us." (original interview appeared here)

Then.....nothing for 4-5 years, until the "Band-Girls-Money" album was recorded and then released. That amount of time, in musical years, is ages. Trends come and go and the industry changes so much that it can spell the end of bands that aren't in it for the right reasons, or it can simply tear them apart from too much turmoil of infighting and label pressures to sell and all that other shit that turns the whole ideal of the fun of being in a rock n' roll band, into a very un-fun task. Thankfully, TSAR was never about trends or any other bullshit; just about plugging into the world's biggest amp and rocking out and having fun. And it shows.

"Band-Girls-Money"--with a new rhythm section-- in what it somewhat lacks in the first albums' catchiness, makes up for it in pure rock power. It's much, much rawer, and grittier. The polish of the first album is
largely gone (save for some big rock drum sounds), and in it's place are more overdriven guitars, more fuzz guitars, and most noticeably, Jeff Whalen's harder edged vocal sound where he's screaming/ shouting more. There's also less correction/ polish on the vocals than there was on the first album. I imagine that the more live sound translated a bit better to their live show. I like the two albums both in different ways, as they're not trying for the same thing.

I remember them coming through town on the "Band-Girls-Money" tour in 2005, opening for Juliette Lewis and the licks, and I couldn't go for some reason--no money, other committment or something like that. I really wish i'd gone, because that's probably the only and last time they'd come through here, and it would have been nice to talk to them. From interviews, i've got the impression that they appreciate fans that know about their history and what they're trying to do, musically.

The title track starts off with some really blown out fuzz guitar, and i'm se
rious when I say that it's some of the closest approximation to James Williamson's stuff in the Stooges--endless soloing for no apparent reasoning, but I happen to love excessive soloing, and Dan Kern pulls this off with amazing results. The lyrics seem to deal with a fictitional character that's got the band, girls and money, but somehow, lyrically, it seems to deal with the whole ideal that TSAR had when they started out, whether or not they actually hit the major big time or not.

Here's the official video for the song:



Note the lyrical reference to "you gotta live with your mom and dad"...so I think that there's some fiction and reality in the song. "Wanna Get Dead" is a grimy sort of three chord garage/ punk rocker, and it's followed by "The Love Explosion", which sounds the most like a carry over from the first album's days, as it's the most undeniably pop song on an otherwise pretty straightforward rock album, with it's "ah ah ah ah oh, ah ah ah uh oh" chorus line, sounding like a brother/ sister song of maybe "I Don't Wanna Break Up".



Sometimes I wish that there were a couple more songs like this on "Band-Girls-Money", as even live around that time, the band didn't feature too many songs from the debut album in their setlist. But that's just a small gripe. "Superdeformed" is a mid tempo rocker, featuring some self autobiographical lyrics that are wrapped up in fiction:
"Hell in 1999 I was lookin' for a little action, droppin' outta school and working for the FBI, I was goin' with a girl but man she put my shit in traction, and now i've been reborn and i'm superdeformed aye aye", and slightly more absurd: "Jesus is just alright, but he never got you high, I been reborn, superdeformed".

"Straight" is one of the harder, angriest rockers on the album--punk/ hardcore energy with a rock n' roll flair that they do so well. "Wrong" sounds like it could have also been on the first album--very melodic and featuring an excellent chorus. "Everybody's Fault But Mine" has kind of a darker, psychotic riff and a killer chorus with an excellent backup vocal section. The grit and power of the album can sometimes overpower the melodies at times, but the chorus in this song is as strong as anything that they've done (with another in joke/ past song reference in "monostereo"), sans maybe the handclaps and alot of the overdubs and embellishments. "Conqueror Worm" is a pop punk song, good energy and execution. "Startime" is another song about being in a rock n' roll band, ending with the line "get ready to let it rock on", with a cool fake ending where you'd think it would bash out a couple of times for synchronized fist pumps before ebbing out completely, yet it goes on for a few more blasts. Ending off the album is "You Can't Always Want What You Get", another classic rock reference in a play off the old Stones' song title. The only ballad on the album, it closes off the album amidst Christmas bells and really huge Slash via Neil Young fuzz guitar soloing from Dan Kern, while suggesting a more optimistic musical mood than some of the darker and angrier sounds on the record.

Oddly enough, one of the best songs was never on the album, but as a bonus track with a single--"Rebel Rouser", that I would have suggested to be on the album, and as a single. It really rocks the sort of "Ballroom Blitz" type Sweet influence, but has this really gigantic cock rock Guns N' Roses thing going.

If you're looking for bands that rock hard with great melodies and harmonies, check 'em out--it's probably too late for the band to have any present or future, but they sure as hell have a past, man. In the meantime, enjoy some live performances from the old days:




--Ry Crooder

Monday, November 30, 2009

Saviours - Accelerated Living


Saviours
Accelerated Living
Kemado

Is it time for the New Wave of Oakland Heavy Metal? Saviours seem to think so. The quartet takes obvious inspiration from the 80s hard rock of our former colonial masters on its third album Accelerated Living, while somehow not sounding retro at all. The band has the hellbent-for-leather (pants) drive down pat, and works hard to resurrect the days when riffs oozed from every pore. Slave to the Hex, We Roam and the awesomely titled The Rope of Carnal Knowledge kick the proper amounts of ass without pretense or excuses – this band is all about getting the job done, regardless of what label anyone tries to hang on it. Ironically, one of the main elements that sets Saviours apart from its more slavish compatriots is also its weakest link: the vocals. Justin Barber’s raw shout is hardly the kind of soaring powerhouse one usually associates with this kind of trad metal - it’s not the hardcore roar with which he started, but it’s not exactly the charismatic croon a song like Livin’ in the Void needs. Then again, you could also argue that the larynx is beside the point here – Accelerated Living is all about the plectrums and amplifiers.

- Michael Toland

Zoroaster - Voice of Saturn


Zoroaster
Voice of Saturn
Terminal Doom

Southern-fried psychedelic doom. Sounds like a dish on the menu in a hip greasy spoon, don’t it? It’s not edible, merely audible, as it’s as good a description as any for the eardrum-abusing sounds provided by Zoroaster. The Atlanta trio digs deep into the Georgia mud for crusty sludge stompers like Lamen of the Master Therion and Undying, which will warm the cockles of any doom-monger’s blackened heart. But it’s tunes like Voice of Saturn and Spirit Molecule that mark Zoroaster as something special – spacey, melodic, experimental, but still grunged all to hell. Even the more straightforward doom metal tracks often have synth bleeps poking out through the smoke – not for nothing are all three members credited with Moog as well as their regular instruments. Plus there’s an untitled piano-based coda that’s, Gog and Magog help us, actually pretty! Zoroaster is more than just another chip off the old Sabbath block – this is doom tailor-made for the when the acid kicks in.

- Michael Toland

Sunday, November 29, 2009

NAAM - s/t


NAAM
s/t
Tee Pee

The lysergic power trio NAAM returns to this dimension with a self-titled debut, following up the Kingdom EP from earlier this year. The NYC bunch may be a trio, but they make a big noise, filling up every inch of the earthly cosmos with enough feedback and distorted guitar waves to make Hawkwind jealous. Frigid, mysterious tunes like Tidal Barrens and Westered Wash provide some respite, but overall the band drenches the world in dark, acid-washed hues. The aggressively psychedelic Black Ice, Frosted Tread and the massive Kingdom (a longer version than the one that headlined the EP) roll mercilessly across the skyline, leaving bad dreams, broken bongs and a buzz in their wake. Righteous, minus the hangover the next morning.

- Michael Toland

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Moss - Tombs of the Blind Drugged


Moss
Tombs of the Blind Drugged
Rise Above/Metal Blade

I remember well the last time I was trolling the swamps, looking for dead alligators so I could keep the off-brand shoe business going. The moon was high and clear that night, the wetness glistening on the reeds. Suddenly the temperature dropped; despite the humidity in the heat of summer, the air was near freezing in an instant. I instinctively looked around for the cause, thinking I was being silly – after all, changes in temperature aren’t precipitated by the sudden presence of…Something Else, right? But I was wrong.

It was rose from the fetid waters, scattering frogs, birds and snakes in its wake. It was horrifying to look at, seemingly constructed of leaves, mud and, most prominently, Moss, as if a piece of the swamp itself had come alive and detached itself to wander. I was stunned, riveted to the spot as it slowly, so slowly, drew closer. Then a sound began to emit from it, and I realized to my horror that, deep in the recesses of the mossy strands at its apex, it had a face. And from that face issued a sound of pure pain, as if every shuffling step it took in my direction was utter agony; indeed, the sludge from which it was formed seemed to have its own viscous sonic flow. It shrieked and roared, and words could barely be discerned – something about Skeletal Keys, Tombs of the Blind Drugged and some kind of Eternal Return. It halted briefly, then began again, lamenting painfully about I know not what. As it inched its way through this horrific performance, I couldn’t move – repulsed by its suffering, I was also strangely absorbed by it, as if I was witnessing the destruction of something holy, making it impossible to look away as it twisted my soul.

After nearly 40 minutes, during which time it seemed to draw no nearer, it fell silent; the spell broken, I made my escape, not looking back. I vowed never to return to the swamp and to seek my fortune elsewhere. And yet…and yet I feel compelled to return, to confirm the thing’s awful presence, to prove to myself it wasn’t a hallucination, to experience once again its frigid, mossy embrace. Pity me, dear readers, for I am in the grip of something stronger than I, and if you see a faint trail of moss and swamp water behind my feet, please, I beg you…lend me some hip-waders.

- Michael Toland

The Gates of Slumber - Hymns of Blood and Thunder


The Gates of Slumber
Hymns of Blood and Thunder
Rise Above/Metal Blade

Heavy metal has so many genre permutations it’s ridiculous: power metal, doom metal, progressive metal, black metal, death metal, blackened death metal, doomdeath, etc., etc. So I have to raise a sardonic eyebrow to the notion that there has to be a new category, “traditional metal,” to encompass the acts that don’t prominently fly the flag for a particular style. But if there’s got to be a trad metal banner, then the Gates of Slumber is the band to carry it. Like historical predecessors Trouble, Manilla Road or Cirith Ungol or contemporaries Grand Magus, the Indiana trio earnestly combines the atom bomb-heavy crunch of Black Sabbath with the soaring melodic sweep of NWOBHM acts like Iron Maiden or Angel Witch and a bit of Dio’s melodramatic fantasia. On Hymns of Blood and Thunder, leader Karl Simon writes tunes big on deliberate pacing, majestic momentum and, of course, big-ass riffs – perfect for killing zombies, blowing up tanks or leading the conquering hordes. Oddly, Simon diffuses his vocals by clouding them in the arrangements, but he makes sure his guitar solos (which tend to be concise and to the point) are right up front. If you wanted to strap headphones on an alien to explain what heavy metal is, The Bringer of War, Iron Hammer and The Doom of Aceldama are the ones you’d use to do it. Simon varies the mood with Age of Sorrow and The Mist in the Mourning, which sound like ancient folk songs performed in a cathedral over the bodies of the dead. Wrapped in a war-torn barbarian cover that would make Frank Frazetta proud, Hymns of Blood and Thunder smashes its ale stein over goblins’ heads before drawing its broadsword and flaying every headbanging inch of you.

- Michael Toland

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Stabs - Dead Wood


The Stabs
Dead Wood
Spooky

I’m sure there are complex and interesting reasons why Australian musicians are so goddamn good at blending rootsy rock & roll with dissonant noise, but I don’t know what they are and I’m not feeling up to writing a book about the subject. (Yet.) I’m always up for that particular band of clang, though, so I’m already pre-disposed to like the Stabs. Dead Wood, the Melbourne trio’s second album, hews closer to the more accessible side of the style, like contemporaries the Drones or Kill Devil Hills instead of old dogs like Feedtime or the Birthday Party, but it’s definitely still in the tradition. On No Hoper, Blues in F# and Ain’t That the News, mutant blues grooves hold hands with honky-tonk skronk, while frostbitten decadence flirts unselfconsciously with seething rage. The Stabs are a well-named outfit; as their best, they approximate the strangely sensual discomfort of a keen dagger inserting into your flesh - acutely painful at first but strangely satisfying once the blade slides home. Dead Wood is a model of ugly beauty.

- Michael Toland

Black Breath - Razor to Oblivion


Black Breath
Razor to Oblivion
Southern Lord

Moving forward in their attempt to corner the market on bands with “black” in the name, Southern Lord releases its latest slab o’ sludge, the Razor to Oblivion EP by Black Breath. Hailing from bucolic Bellingham, Washington, the quintet reaches beyond the grunge for which its region is most famous to the legacy of bands like the Accused, combining whiplash-inducing thrash, spittle-gushing hardcore and Baphomet-baiting extreme metal. Kinda like Celtic Frost and D.R.I. grudge-fucking each other, in other words. Like a self-referential slasher flick, the four-song set is ugly, violent and messy, yet somehow compelling; Neil McAdams’ caffeinated shriek is simultaneously forbidding and inviting. I don’t know if I’d really want to hear more than 15 minutes; music like this can be numbing and tedious unless the riffs flow like blood from a severed artery, and the heart quits pumping over time. But this particular quarter of an hour is the perfect length, and more bracing than a cup of espresso chased with No-Doz.

- Michael Toland

Church of Misery - Houses of the Unholy


Church of Misery
Houses of the Unholy
Rise Above/Metal Blade

Oozing out of the tar pits of Japan, Church of Misery tramples the world once again, leaving bloody kaiju prints on the flattened ground in its wake. The Tokyo quartet’s third studio album is as obsessed with homicidal mania as ever, rounding up another batch of nefarious evildoers. This time the notorious Richard Speck (Born to Raise Hell), Charles Starkweather and his partner Carl Fugate (Badlands), Albert Fish (Gray Man) and Richard Trenton Chase (Blood Sucking Freak), among others, get tributes/criticisms/whatever the fuck it is. (There’s also another classic metal cover, this time of Sir Lord Baltimore’s Master Heartache.) CoM’s thematic intentions may be unclear, but what isn’t in doubt is the band’s mastery of Godzilla-heavy doom metal; if Ozzy had been replaced by a demented grizzly bear, Black Sabbath couldn’t have sounded any better.

- Michael Toland

Friday, November 13, 2009

Brimstone Howl - Big Deal. What's He Done Lately?


Brimstone Howl
Big Deal. What’s He Done Lately?
Alive Natural Sound

Not everything from Omaha, Nebraska is socially conscious indie folk rock. Witness Brimstone Howl, a pounding, throbbing garage rock trio that sounds like it rolls in mud before hitting the studio. The group’s cleverly-titled third (or fifth) album keeps the boat steady, or as steady as this kind of racket can let it be, subtly increasing the melody quotient beneath the muffled grunge. Indeed, the Howlers explore the folk rock side of the Nuggets experience with End of the Summer and Final Dispatch, and quite nicely, too. But in the main the record consists of beer-fueled slammers like M-60, Iota Man and Everybody Else is Having Fun, perfect for rock club rave-ups and apartment trashings.

- Michael Toland