I am really not impressed with Brilliant Colors' follow-up...From Dusted today...
Brilliant Colors
Again and Again
(Slumberland)
Two years ago, Brilliant Colors’ Introducing twitched and careened and yelped behind a veil of fuzz. “Absolutely Anything,” the knock-out from this Bay Area band’s debut, threatened to dissolve around the edges, but there was no mistaking the firestorm of energy at its fractious center. “English Cities” was a mess of clangor, guitar-frantic dissonances breaking up in feedback, shouted “oh-hos” sticking like bayonets out of murmur-y verses. Here was a band, you might have been excused for thinking, that only needed a bit of tidying up to really score.
With Again and Again, Brilliant Colors gets that scrub job, and holy crap, are the results ever disappointing. This second full-length is like looking at fog through a clean window. There’s nothing there, and boy can you ever hear that nothing clearly.
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Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Brilliant Colors
Nice long weekend, how about you? I’ve decided to run the Vermont City Marathon in Burlington this spring (May 30) and while I haven’t really started training yet, I’ve definitely jacked up the mileage a bit, which feels pretty good, though I’ve been falling asleep more.
We had some snow yesterday, maybe four to six inches, then it turned warm and sunny….Currier and Ives weather, really, nice after all that bitter cold. Oh, and we’re almost done watching the first season of Fringe on DVD. Have you seen this? It’s so fun, sort of like X Files. I’ll be sad when we get the last one.
Here’s a review of Brilliant Colors Introducing, which ran late last week in Blurt.
As the first saw-toothed guitar chords of "Absolutely Anything" splinter into rainbow colored dissonance, you'll be carried back three decades, reminiscing not just about girl punks like the Slits and Raincoats, but the sloppy, fuzzy anthems of the Buzzcocks. It's the best song on concise, blistering Introducing, the SF all-female trio's first full-length, but just by a hair. "English Cities" is almost as rackety sweet, and "Over There" piles on the "Jail Guitar Doors" guitar clangor of the Clash.
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“Absolutely Anything”
Let's all cross our fingers about Massachusetts, yes? Be a terrible thing if a vote from Teddy Kennedy's old seat doomed health care.
We had some snow yesterday, maybe four to six inches, then it turned warm and sunny….Currier and Ives weather, really, nice after all that bitter cold. Oh, and we’re almost done watching the first season of Fringe on DVD. Have you seen this? It’s so fun, sort of like X Files. I’ll be sad when we get the last one.
Here’s a review of Brilliant Colors Introducing, which ran late last week in Blurt.
As the first saw-toothed guitar chords of "Absolutely Anything" splinter into rainbow colored dissonance, you'll be carried back three decades, reminiscing not just about girl punks like the Slits and Raincoats, but the sloppy, fuzzy anthems of the Buzzcocks. It's the best song on concise, blistering Introducing, the SF all-female trio's first full-length, but just by a hair. "English Cities" is almost as rackety sweet, and "Over There" piles on the "Jail Guitar Doors" guitar clangor of the Clash.
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“Absolutely Anything”
Let's all cross our fingers about Massachusetts, yes? Be a terrible thing if a vote from Teddy Kennedy's old seat doomed health care.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Up with the birds again
I may have mentioned that I am getting up at 5:30 these days. Mostly it sucks, and I am walking around like a zombie half the time, but there is one good thing: by 9 a.m. when I sit down to write this ridiculous blog, I have already listened to two, three records and run 6-10 miles.
About my run this morning, let me just say that I started out in fog and very dim light and that, with three miles or so to go, the sun broke through and everything turned to soft colors like the inside of an oyster shell. I ran from town, along the Connecticut River, and though we are somewhat past peak, the trees are still radioactively, psychedelically colorful, some of them as if they had caught on fire and others like they got some acid mixed in with the ground water.
About the music, I’m not going to talk about The Joshua Tree because I mostly listen to that with my son (who had to be at school early this morning, earlier even than the very-early bus, so I drove), and you have undoubtedly already made up your mind about it one way or the other.
However, I will mention Elliott Brood’s Mountain Meadows, a really very fine rough-house country-ish album, with banjo (expected) and garage-y group shouts of “hey, hey, hey!” (unexpected). Mark Sasso and the rest of Elliott Brood (a band name, not a guy) is from Toronto. They probably know the Sadies -- my guess is that they would all get along really well. Mountain Meadows is the band’s second album, and it’s out now on Six Shooter records.
Here they are playing “Write It All Down for You” which is just such a good song.
I’ve also been listening to Now It Can Be Told: Devo at the Palace 12/9/88 a good bit, since buying it for $5 in the bin at Turn It Up. I didn’t actually have any Devo anymore, and being the age I am, they obviously played a role in my formative years…so it’s been sort of fun, but I’d forgotten how kitschy they could be. The album starts with kind of an unplugged version of “Jocko Homo” but gets going about halfway through with “Girl U Want” and “Whip It.” It ends with a medley that includes “Shout” “Disco Dancer” and, oddly, “Somewhere” from West Side Story.
Here they are in their heyday, eight years before the concert that I’ve been listening to:
And finally, Introducing Brilliant Colors is absolutely kicking my ass. I had it on a random mix yesterday while I was running right next to the Au Pairs’ “You” (for reasons I won’t go into, I have to listen to random mixes in alphabetical order, by artist name, or my iPod gets very confused), and it won, hands down. So I listened to the whole thing today and it totally rips…hope I’ll get to review it somewhere. I wanted to do it last summer when it came out on some tiny little label, but they had run out of copies by the time I asked and anyway passed this band onto the slightly bigger time. If you like late 1970s girl punk, it’s sort of in that vein…really fun, have to listen to it 7-8 more times to get a handle on it.
Here they are in Brooklyn last summer
About my run this morning, let me just say that I started out in fog and very dim light and that, with three miles or so to go, the sun broke through and everything turned to soft colors like the inside of an oyster shell. I ran from town, along the Connecticut River, and though we are somewhat past peak, the trees are still radioactively, psychedelically colorful, some of them as if they had caught on fire and others like they got some acid mixed in with the ground water.
About the music, I’m not going to talk about The Joshua Tree because I mostly listen to that with my son (who had to be at school early this morning, earlier even than the very-early bus, so I drove), and you have undoubtedly already made up your mind about it one way or the other.
However, I will mention Elliott Brood’s Mountain Meadows, a really very fine rough-house country-ish album, with banjo (expected) and garage-y group shouts of “hey, hey, hey!” (unexpected). Mark Sasso and the rest of Elliott Brood (a band name, not a guy) is from Toronto. They probably know the Sadies -- my guess is that they would all get along really well. Mountain Meadows is the band’s second album, and it’s out now on Six Shooter records.
Here they are playing “Write It All Down for You” which is just such a good song.
I’ve also been listening to Now It Can Be Told: Devo at the Palace 12/9/88 a good bit, since buying it for $5 in the bin at Turn It Up. I didn’t actually have any Devo anymore, and being the age I am, they obviously played a role in my formative years…so it’s been sort of fun, but I’d forgotten how kitschy they could be. The album starts with kind of an unplugged version of “Jocko Homo” but gets going about halfway through with “Girl U Want” and “Whip It.” It ends with a medley that includes “Shout” “Disco Dancer” and, oddly, “Somewhere” from West Side Story.
Here they are in their heyday, eight years before the concert that I’ve been listening to:
And finally, Introducing Brilliant Colors is absolutely kicking my ass. I had it on a random mix yesterday while I was running right next to the Au Pairs’ “You” (for reasons I won’t go into, I have to listen to random mixes in alphabetical order, by artist name, or my iPod gets very confused), and it won, hands down. So I listened to the whole thing today and it totally rips…hope I’ll get to review it somewhere. I wanted to do it last summer when it came out on some tiny little label, but they had run out of copies by the time I asked and anyway passed this band onto the slightly bigger time. If you like late 1970s girl punk, it’s sort of in that vein…really fun, have to listen to it 7-8 more times to get a handle on it.
Here they are in Brooklyn last summer
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