04th Jul2012

Album Reviews: Mount Eerie – Clear Moon

by Ryan

To fill many of you in on the change, (God knows I missed it), Mount Eerie is and has been for some time now the working title for ’90s secondhand lo-fi musician Phil Elverum. Correct, The Microphones are no longer extant. It’s a damn shame, too. They were considerably less on-the-cusp-of-brilliance than other stablemates such as GBV or Sebadoh in their four track years, but hell, anyone who has worked so diligently with Calvin Johnson of K Records automatically deserves significance. If it is even possible to be cliché about something that obscure, that possibility would lend itself to the general agreement over the band’s The Glow Pt. 2 belonging in the annals of low fidelity rock for its tape-hissy, sprawling wonderment. That era for Elverum is over, but being the principal crafter of songs, is this really a damn shame, or was he just getting bored of the old title? His newest release under the Mount Eerie moniker, Clear Moon, can answer that question.

Listen to “House Shape”

The Pros:

If you wanted to take a night off of sleeping and undergoing dream sequences, Clear Moon put on repeat for hours would make for an accurate substitute. This is not exemplary of most dreamlike miscellany that represent some gleeful state of euphoria or an often construed psychedelic voicing. Nay, this album is dreamlike in the realistic sense. Many of Elverum’s compositions here are static at base and yet somehow expansive and sprawling in nature. Verses and refrains aren’t done without, at least not visibly, but Phil’s lyrics meld so well together that it flows as if there is no noticeable contour between what would be labeled as either a “verse” or “refrain” section. “Through The Trees Pt. 2″ holds your hand as you descend into the beautiful haze. Starting off with Elverum’s shy vocals and a guitar that sounds unsure of its emotion, a wave of cymbals and keyboards come into play, aiding Elverum’s guitar in finding its mood; that mood being one of both frightful awareness and a willing obedience to follow this darkness, hoping to find some answer to its mysticism.

“The Place I Live” moves at such a trudging pace that you can practically hear its sound become archaic. It is incredibly calm and so on-the-fence about whether it should be a major or minor affair that it may as well be written in the key of confusion, which once again reinforces the overall dreamy state of Clear Moon. Unsureness and intrigue is bountiful, and after the trip is through, you’re left wondering about where it took you. A marvelously standout track is “Lone Bell”. The dribbling, soft-at-the-edges bass from Tortoise‘s “Djed” seems to have returned. This song is carried by its bass lines from start to finish, Elverum’s vocals still a quaint, melancholy garnish to the collective work. The titular dirge-epic sounds like a reincarnation of Carmen Daye and Steve Baker‘s “For Whom The Bell Tolls”. It does not change shape or pattern for an entire seven minutes, allowing Phil to remark at that night sky that brought and inspired him to this point. Interestingly enough, he harmonizes with himself in this song with what can only be Autotune. He’s come a long way from his Microphones days of lo-fi. “Yawning Sky” is the perfect denouement to the previous barrage of swirl, as he continues to rattle on about mesmerization from a weakened, tired standpoint while the instrumentation decays around him.

The Cons:

Some may think of Clear Moon as less-than-favorable for its monotony and fixation on night’s mystique as a muse. In all honesty, Phil has released what many would call a conceptual album. Halfway through the LP, you will have heard so much about all the things that comprise a clear, airy witching hour and the feelings that it evokes, that it adapts a contriteness. Sure, but then again, it’s a concept album. What is an essay that doesn’t bolster its thesis statement? Phil does not talk your head off about the subject, and besides, he’s rather poetic and soothingly listenable through and throughout.

The Verdict:

Clear Moon is the first I have heard since Elverum has shifted from the Microphones phase of his musical career. Lo-fi is now hi-fi and Mount Eerie is still as compounding and imaginative as his former project; of which there are still inklings present. Broadly stated, this gave me the idea of what The Microphones would sound like if they were super-mature. With age, Elverum has become just that. And there is more to look forward to: September will see the release of Ocean Roar, the second of Mount Eerie’s 2012 catalogue. Check back in September for details on that.

04th Jul2012

Live Reviews: Aziz Ansari, Chelsea Peretti @ The Paramount, 6/29

by Finley

In my experience, comedy shows are hit and miss. I saw Eddie Izzard almost a decade ago and it was terrible. I saw Brian Posehn two years ago and it was incredible; when I saw him earlier this year, it was mediocre. Jon Benjamin? Hilarious. Demetri Martin? Disappointing.

I shouldn’t have been worried about this particular show, though, because Aziz Ansari is one of the most consistently entertaining comedic actors, writers, and stand-ups working today. His Intimate Moments for a Sensual Evening was one of the best comedy albums of 2010; I’ve never disliked one of his TV or film roles; and he brought Chelsea Peretti, one hell of a funny opener, with him to Seattle’s too-grand-for-a-show-with-this-much-swearing downtown theater The Paramount.

Chelsea has been around for a little while: her writing has appeared in Playgirl and The Village Voice, and her face has appeared on Tosh.0 and Louie. She’s a writer on Parks & Recreation now, and took a break from that gig to absolutely stun a crowd of hipsters who didn’t quite know how to react to a comedian who covers such topics in her act as the self-esteem of Hitler’s ghost, the Vh1 show Basketball Wives, and the maximum number of berets allowed to white people.

Watch Chelsea Make Friends!

Chelsea was hilarious start to finish and, riding the high from her mass-laugh exit (“If men had periods, 90% of all comedy would be ‘Oh shiiiiit, I’m bleeding from my diiiiiick! Drip! Drop! Drip! Drop! Driiiiiiip!”), Aziz took the stage and immediately brought the energy level down. “There’s no filming or photography allowed… but I know that you don’t give a shit,” he began, and then invited everyone to take pictures “and then put your fucking phones away. They distract me. And you don’t need to tweet or text during the show.” This was met with loud applause; apparently, even 20 year olds in skinny jeans are sick of people who watch every live performance through the shitty screen on their iphone.

What followed was a wall-to-wall funny hour-plus of new material, much of it breaking from the well-known Aziz M.O. of telling goofy stories about old roommates or Facebook beefs. His material has gotten more personal but also more widely accessible, going beyond clichés to take staid topics like “internet dating” and “what to do when all your friends start having kids” to new heights.

Watch Aziz Watch 50 Cent Learn What A Grapefruit Is

Aziz’s comedic wit and intuition, his ability to anticipate and interact with a crowd, is impressive. But most impressive is that the fact that Aziz is not a full-time touring comedian or writer. He doesn’t have the luxury of spending 6 months holed up working on a brand new show. Between his Parks & Rec gig, film roles, voice acting, and random public appearances (including events with Seal and President Obama, both of which became killer encore material), dude can’t have more than, say, 45 seconds each day to work on new stand-up material. The fact that he killed so hard for so long is proof of his ridiculous talent.

Between Aziz and Chelsea, the crowd was treated to a solid 100 minutes of funny, smart comedy with almost no weak jokes throughout. Without running the risk of overstating my case, this was probably the best comedy show I have ever been to.