Women – Public Strain Album Review

Reviewed: 14/07/2011

Women – Public Strain


Label: Flemish Eye (Canada) / Jagjaguwar (US)

Released: 28/09/10

Rating: 92

The hometown of a band and the geographical location of the recording studio evidently permeates through numerous records – Turn on the Bright Lights by Interpol showcased the boisterous and brooding qualities of NYC. Through the grime came an exceptionally poignant, bold and evocative album. The dark winter of Alberta, Canada allowed Women to record their second album Public Strain during the relentless cold, yet it’s served to exude a honed sound and sensibility instead of an overtly calculated follow-up. Public Strain uses the alternating rise and fall of drones with shimmering guitars and emphatic percussion to create a criminally understated album that builds and progresses upon the self-titled debut.

Ominous bowed-guitar screeches open the album with ‘Can’t You See’, a gently lilting portion of reverb drenched, lo-fi hum. While the mood is markedly more subdued to the agitated upbeat ‘Cameras’ off the self-titled debut, a distinct undercurrent of unease remains present – owing to the dedication of Women to the album listening experience. Lead vocalist and guitarist Patrick Flegel croons with a couplet that describes the newfound territory for the listener and artist – “Not so sure I’ve seen this place before / Can’t you see? Can’t you see?”

Admittedly, few of the lyrics are decipherable on the album, but it’s this deliberate obscurity that heightens their impact. Similarly, the driving beat of ‘China Steps’ allows for groove to give way to thrash, with both aspects fusing, providing one of the standout moments in an exceptionally solid album. It’s ‘Eyesore’ though that closes out the record with a demonstration of tight rhythm and arpeggiated guitars to provide the pinnacle. Leaving the best ‘til last shows a certain amount of audacity, but it primarily highlights the faith the quartet have in this record as a whole and the songs.

A willingness to forego the clichés of pop-song structure and a desire to experiment with alternately brash and swooning guitar sounds defines the bold sophomore release. Public Strain uses just the right amount of haphazard explorations into a noisy oblivion and delicately intertwined counterpoints to provide us with one of the best of 2010.


Unknown Mortal Orchestra – Album Review

Wireless Bollinger – Originally Published : Jun/2011

Unknown Mortal Orchestra – Unknown Mortal Orchestra


Label: Fat Possum Records / True Panther

Released: 21/06/2011

Rating: 80

Unknown Mortal Orchestra started out in 2010 as a doorway into the creative wilderness forNew Zealand native Ruban Neilson after the disbanding of the Flying Nun supported all-male quartet The Mint Chicks. The release of the self-titled debut calmly follows the upload of the opening track ‘Ffunny Ffrends’ to Bandcamp in late ’10 and a lengthy run of shows in the US and particularly the adopted home of Portland, Oregon. Insistent grooves underlying intricate and spirited vocals, coupled with static and sparse guitar fuzz are the force behind this coolly confident yet industrious and oddly psychedelic debut from the trio.

Upon the upload of ‘Ffunny Ffrends’, it wasn’t too long before there was label attention – even before a lineup was solidified. Perhaps in reaction to this, there remains a seeming unwillingness to post updates and showing a preference for performance and word-of-mouth over media-saturation paints UMO as primarily a live band. It’s to be expected therefore, that a finely manicured brashness demonstrating a distinct energy adorns the record, notably on tracks like ‘Bicycle’ and ‘Nerve Damage!’ On the former, maracas and guitar stabs drive the track almost mechanically as Neilsen half yelps / half croons “What a difference between what I saw / and what was before my eyes”. On the latter, wah-wah guitar gives way to a garage beat Times New Viking would be proud of and howling, cop-killing co-vocals.

Comparisons to bands from a bygone era could be drawn, but it wouldn’t do justice to the level of quality UMO has attained in distilling influences from the likes of Captain Beefheart, Sly Stone and RZA. The sounds are familiar but fresh, and though it’s difficult to gauge what will age well, the future looks very promising for Unknown Mortal Orchestra, and you should probably check this record out.

The Panics – Rain on the Humming Wire Review

Wireless Bollinger – Originally Published : Aug/2011

Label: Dew Process

Released: 29/07/2011

Rating: 55

Released after a brief hiatus on the back of the Triple J approved Cruel Guards (2007), Rain on the Humming Wire (2011) treads lightly on mildly symphonic, jaunty alt-pop. For the Melbourne via WA quintet, their fourth album shows a distillation of craft – striving for the quickest points of departure from resilient joy to somber reflections to respite. While the more compelling moments continue to come from a darker place, the album suffers in part from a lyrical broadness and over-simplification of song structure. Rather than forging new ground, the album falls a little too easily between folk, country and alt-rock luminaries rather than transcending them to create an inoffensive, pleasant yet bland album.

Humming Wire opens with familiar stomped drum hits under chiming bells in ‘Majesty’ – a piano driven ballad about the bleak story of Australian colonisation, Her Majesty and who wore what in the A-List. It’s an upbeat, jubilant ditty comparable to last year’s Hottest 100 winners – only with an Australian accent. Obviously, the role of critics isn’t in reducing art to an intellectual exercise – we genuinely enjoy hearing albums that surprise and excite us in their exploration and creativity (among other things) – but it’s difficult to listen to The Panics most recent effort without hearing a mediocre pastiche. Tracks like ‘Endless Road’ walk with purpose under a four-on-the-floor beat, but it seems to go nowhere. Flourishes of synth-horns, pounding piano and bongo fills adorn high-school poetry but ultimately amount to forgettable tune.

I don’t want to let go
I’ve held all the hands I need to hold
It seems all that I feel
I shared with you in this room was real.  

Likewise in ‘Creatures’, a wiry guitar line provides the point of interest and a few melodic licks, but the faux string-section and forced ‘oohs-and-ahs’ leaves the song sounding like a calculated exercise. On rare occasions, tracks like ‘Low on Your Supply’ connect on a more personal level – the vocal harmonies and organ atop a stripped back beat still eventuates into audience participation territory, but leaves the listener with something of substance. ‘Shot Down’ and ‘Not Quite a Home’ provide more toe-tapping moments, but it begs the question – why do The Panics – now into their 10th year together – need to fall back on utter musical simplicity?

Kudos to The Panics for consecutively charting higher with each release – it at least demonstrates a sense of aspiration – and attempting to break into the US and UK is a laudable goal – but sadly, the songs have suffered and …Humming Wire is an occasionally moody, slightly maudlin batch of disaffecting and derivative melancholia.