NEW RELEASE OF THE WEEK: BEASTIE BOYS ‘HOT SAUCE COMMITTEE PT. 2!’

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Beastie Boys eased naturally into their role as hip-hop elder statesmen a long time ago. These days the Boys are so far removed from trends in contemporary hip-hop that they’re practically Paleolithic—and that seems to suit them just fine. On Hot Sauce Committee Part Two, Ad-Rock, MCA, and Mike D. perform old school bits with telltale names like “The Lisa Lisa/Full Force Routine” and “The Larry Routine” with the cheesy élan of grandparents telling cornball jokes to their indulgent grandkids. Like the Boys’ curiously underrated last album, 2004’s To The 5 Boroughs, Hot Sauce is rooted in the good-time party-rocking rhymes and dusty grooves of old-school hip-hop, though the group finds ways to expand its sound without deviating from retro fundamentals.

On previous albums, the proud dilettantes’ genre-hopping sometimes felt like experimentation for experimentation’s sake, but here the forays sound both purposeful and fitting, whether the Beasties are going reggae alongside Santigold on “Don’t Play No Game That I Can’t Win” or fusing hip-hop with cranked-up rock guitars on “Lee Majors Come Again.” The sparky, electronic “OK” leans to the new wave side of the ’80s and Nas slides easily into the old school cadences he last rocked on Ludacris’ “Virgo” on “Too Many Rappers,” a long-in-the-works—and worthy—teaming of legends.

Hip-hop remains a fountain of youth for true believers like the Beasties. At this point, part of the joke comes from proudly juvenile rhymes emerging from such ancient, respected minds. This is the music Beastie Boys love whether it’s trendy or not. Three decades in, they continue to school the kids. –avclub

FLEET FOXES ‘HELPLESSNESS BLUES,’ AND OTHER RX CD RECOMMENDATIONS!

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Though Fleet Foxes sounded wise beyond their years on 2008’s self-titled debut, Helplessness Blues finds age creeping up on singer Robin Pecknold. “So now I am older than my mother and father when they had their daughter,” he sings for the album’s opening line. “Now what does that say about me?” The nature of his question says a great deal about Pecknold’s band, which wrestled with its identity along the way to Blues. Wide-eyed self-searching is this record’s predominant mode, which Fleet Foxes do both lyrically and sonically, reveling in the process of discovery.

Musically, the band’s cornerstones remain in place: The harmony-heavy Americana of Crosby, Stills And Nash (“The Plains / Bitter Dancer”); the traditionalist folk of Pete Seeger (“Blue Spotted Tail”); and the easy psychedelia of Van Morrison (“Bedouin Dress”). But the Foxes also forge new ground, employing zithers, tamburas, Tibetan singing bowls, and even a Moog to imbue a minimal song like the elegiac lead-off track “Montezuma” with gusts of rustic orchestration, arriving at a place of rare beauty.

No moment better captures the album’s tone than when, amidst a sudden sweeping placidity, Pecknold declares on the title track, “If I had an orchard, I’d work ’til I’m sore.” The song’s final line acknowledges the futility of his everyman dream, not with a sigh, but a beatific wink: “And someday I’ll be like the man on the screen.” He gives lost love the same treatment via the expansive amphitheatre haze of “Someone You’d Admire,” as well as death on “Battery Kinzie,” over country harmonies and a posse-up lurch that would give Ennio Morricone a run for his money. It’s sophisticated, truth-seeking songs like these that make Helplessness Blues feel as timeless and immortal as that man on the screen.-avclub

OTHER NEW RX RECOMMENDATIONS:

Beastie Boys, Hot Sauce Committee Pt. 2
Brandi Carlile, Live At Benaroy With The Seattle Symphony
Stevie Nicks, In Your Dreams
Jolly Boys, Great Expectation
Dredg, Chuckles & Mr. Squeezy
Galactic, Other Side Of Midnight
Jennifer Lopez, Love?
NOW That’s What I Call Music, Vol. 38
Shinedown, Somewhere In The Stratosphere
Sizz:A.M., This Is Gonna Hurt
Insx, Original Sin

SUB POP DAY AT RECORD EXCHANGE: THE HEAD AND THE HEART IN-STORE, FLEET FOXES LISTENING PARTY MAY 3

Tuesday, May 3, is Sub Pop Day at The Record Exchange, and we’ll have special sales and a couple of amazing events to celebrate this fine day:

The Head and the Heart in-store (6 p.m.). These Seattle favorites were recently signed to Sub Pop, which re-released the band’s self-titled album on CD and vinyl for Record Store Day. Customers who purchase The Head and the Heart during the in-store will receive a 24-page tour photo scrapbook free with purchase. (See below for more info on The Head and the Heart.)

Fleet Foxes listening party (5 p.m.). Fleet Foxes’ highly-anticipated new album Helplessness Blues comes out on May 3, and we’ll be playing the album on the store hi-fi prior to The Head and the Heart’s performance. We’ll also have a limited-edition silkscreen poster (pictured) to give away with purchase of Helplessness Blues (while supplies last).

The first 25 people to get to the RX for the listening party will be entered to win a nifty Sub Pop prize pack that includes an ultra-limited (100 copies worldwide) white vinyl LP pressing of Helplessness Blues. When you arrive at the store for the listening party, come to the counter and ask for a number. We’ll draw the winning number following The Head and the Heart’s set (you must be present to win).

ABOUT THE HEAD AND THE HEART

So many decisions in life and in the music we love can come down to a critical tug between the logic in our heads and the hot red blood beating through our hearts. Seattle’s The Head and the Heart live authentically in that crux, finding joy and beauty wedged there. Their music pulses effervescently — both explosively danceable and intuitively intelligent. With Americana roots and strong vocal harmonics that swell like a river, this band finds its anchor in solid songwriting that has even the jaded humming along by the second listen.

Leaving a variety of day jobs and academic pursuits, The Head and the Heart came together in the summer of 2009, during frequent visits to the open mic night at Conor Byrne in Seattle’s Ballard neighborhood. California-transplant Josiah Johnson and Virginia-native Jonathan Russell formed the core songwriting partnership, quickly adding keyboardist Kenny Hensley to the mix. Kenny, then 21, had packed up his piano and moved up to Seattle from California to pursue musical score-writing. The luminous Charity Rose Thielen, violin and vocals, had just returned from a year of studying and playing music in Paris. Drummer Tyler Williams cold left a successful band in Virginia after Jon sent him the demo of “Down in the Valley,” relocating across states to be a part of this. Finally, Chris Zasche, was bartending at Conor Byrne and mentioned one day that he’d be happy to play bass for the nascent band. It all felt right: The Head and the Heart was born.

Whether penning songs on the beach at Seattle’s Discovery Park, or working out melodies in the piano practice rooms at the Seattle Public Library, Charity describes the early months of the band’s existence as touched by a shared purpose and connection. She recalls an email she sent to Josiah that summer, confessing that she was “sleepless and penniless, but inspired nonetheless.”

The band entered Seattle’s Studio Litho in early 2010 to record these songs that had been kicking and twisting in the catalytic development of their live show. Recorded by Shawn Simmons at Studio Litho and Steven Aguilar at Bearhead Studio, the band was selling burned copies in handmade denim sleeves at local shows within a few weeks. Self-released in June 2010, the debut album helped build an impressive head-of-steam for the band through the second half of the year, gaining fans at influential Seattle station KEXP, local record shops (a consistent top 10 seller for Easy Street and the #1 album of 2010 at Sonic Boom), and venues up and down the West Coast, culminating with signing to Sub Pop Records in November. For the 2011 re-release of the album, “Sounds like Hallelujah” has been re-recorded, live favorite “Rivers and Roads” has been added, and the album has been re-mastered.

The songs resulting from those first inspired months pick at the multicolored threads of leaving home, finding home, and through that process of deconstruction, finding yourself. These are songs about crossing rivers and roads to get to the one you love, about family far away, and the desire to chase Technicolor dreams down foreign horizons. When people hear these songs, or see the band live, the first thing they have to do is tell someone else. Their shows are, simply, one hell of a lot of breathless fun. Each song explodes into a potent supernova on stage, where half the audience is zealously singing along with every lyric, and the other half is wishing they knew the words. The band has accepted nearly every show offered to them in the past year, from backyards strung with Christmas lights to coffee shops, open mics, and even high school classrooms in Middle America. From the first months of the band’s life, their reputation as a phenomenal live band has preceded them wherever they play.

The strength of Josiah, Jon and Charity’s vocal harmonies on the album makes it feel like these three were born to pour their voices together, as the band’s songs revel in jaunty bass lines with ebullient handclaps peppering the best moments. A palette of orchestral elements weave their way through the album, including cello, glockenspiel, and violin, all shading in the songs’ development. For all the times your toes tap while enjoying this band, often the lightness will deceptively belie the depth of ache in the lyrics when you sit down to really listen. There is magic in the music, but not magic contrived by trickery or posturing. “It seems actually that the more genuine and honest we are in the songwriting and performing, the more people relate to that transparency,” Charity muses.

This is an album for people who unabashedly sing and drum along on the steering wheel, and also for those who appreciate a well-crafted collection of songs that build into something wholly beautiful.

There is in this music a counter-cultural optimism, with roots that grow deep and melodies that lodge themselves far into that place inside you where the head meets the heart.

EMMYLOU HARRIS’S ‘HARD BARGAIN’ AND OTHER NEW RX RECOMMENDS!

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Already celebrated as a discoverer and interpreter of other artists’ songs, 12-time Grammy Award–winner Emmylou Harris has, in the last decade, become admired as much for her eloquently straightforward songwriting as for her incomparably expressive singing. On Hard Bargain, her third Nonesuch disc, she offers 11 original songs- AMAZON

 

OTHER RX CD RECOMMENDATIONS:

Steve Earle, I’ll Never Get Out Of This World Alive
Airborne Toxic Event, All At Once
Augustana, Augustana
Explosions In The Sky, Take Care Take Care Take Care
Dennis Coffey, Dennis Coffey
Mindless Self Indulgence, Tighter
Of Montreal, Controller Sphere
Otep, Atavist
Silverstein, Rescue
Thao & Mirah, Thao & Mirah
Swingin’ Utters, Here Under Protest
Downtown Fiction, Let’s Be Animals

NEW RELEASE OF THE WEEK: GORILLAZ ‘THE FALL.’ AVAILABLE NOW AT THE RX!

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No one could’ve predicted that 16 years after the release of Parklife—among the most British-sounding of all the mid-’90s Britpop classics—the seminal album’s chief architect would tour U.S. arenas at the helm of a successful alt-electro cartoon band. But Gorillaz’s stateside popularity isn’t just a one-sided love affair for Damon Albarn; on The Fall, which was recorded on an Apple iPad during the band’s fall 2010 tour, he shows his elation at finally getting acquainted with America.

Collecting demo-like sound-collages and song sketches with names like “Shy-town” and “The Snake In Dallas,” The Fall at first listen seems more interesting as a concept than as music. Still, there are plenty of rough-cut pop gems. The first half of “HillBilly Man” offers spare Brazilian folk, while the second part resembles an off-balance Timbaland production. The laser blasters and Albarn’s patois-inflected chant on “The Joplin Spider” seem to nod to M.I.A., while “The Parish Of Space Dust” is a prairie paean complete with drawling harmonies and radio jabber nabbed from a Houston country station.

Each track on The Fall hails from a different American city, and unlike on past Gorillaz records, the guest stars are kept to a minimum. An exception comes with perhaps the album’s best song, “Bobby In Phoenix,” a positively enchanting mix of Bobby Womack’s larger-than-life soul-man crooning and a spare, modern bed of Dirty Projectors-inspired acoustic R&B licks and synthetic textures. But the effect isn’t that different on “Revolving Doors,” where Albarn sings a Kerouac-style travelogue over a bluesy jangle and a simple hip-hop beat. The Falls overarching mellowness sometimes makes it difficult to sink in, but the end result is more than a tour diary. It’s as eclectic as any Gorillaz record, and nearly as rewarding over repeated listens. –AVCLUB