Monday, 11 June 2012

The Tea Club - Rabbit


The much awaited 2010 sophomore effort from New Jersey's The Tea Club saw more of the intricate and beautiful dual lead vocals of the McGowan brothers that were such a treat on their marvellous first album, and a definite development in the song writing sees longer more intricate songs than on General Winter's Secret Museum. This time around a bass guitarist (Becky Osenenko) is employed allowing the McGowan brothers to engage in sibling geetar trade-offs in finest alt-rock mode, as is showcased on the effervescent The Night I Killed Steve Shelley. The sound is further fleshed out by the addition of Tom Brislin's keyboards, lending the whole album a more ambitious and mature sound than its predecessor. With longer songs and a longer running time, Rabbit is an album to sit down and listen to, whereas perhaps understandably, the first album had a more urgent quality about it.

Highlights are the aforementioned The Night I Killed Steve Shelley, presumably an homage to the drummer of US alt-rock scene-setters Sonic Youth, although the oblique lyrics do not point to that as far as I can tell. Sounding eerily like Jeff Buckley, Patrick McGowan tells us to "Please forgive my friend, he reads all those stories of strange lights and weather balloons", as a strange tale unfolds of what I'm not at all sure. In common with Shelley's iconic band the song veers from periods of stuttering intensity to sections of melodic calm with a natural grace that belies The Tea Club's relative inexperience.

 

In absolute contrast the following song Royal Oil Can is a simply gorgeous ballad of wistful longing and regret, a thing of melancholy wonderment. Following that is Out Of The Oceans which kicks off with an XTC-like guitar figure before going somewhere else entirely, led by another Jeff Buckley from-a-whisper-to-a-scream vocal from Patrick. Those three songs stand in complete contrast to one another yet also reflect what The Tea Club are all about on this consummate and sophisticated record. Their more strident moments bore comparisons to, in particular, The Mars Volta on the first album, but these are mostly left well behind on Rabbit. The band now use atmosphere as much as bluster to create their moods, although the comparison to TMV may be still justified on Nuclear Density Gauge, partly through the structure of the song and partly through the vocal phrasing.

In places the vocals take on a Thom Yorke quality, mostly when Dan takes the lead parts, and Tumbleweeds has those introspective Radiohead atmospherics we all know so well from the time when they were....well, good, back in the days of OK Computer

The album ends with the mini-epic Astro, a tale of disillusionment, displacement....and aliens, and this is another song that relies more on atmosphere than noise to convey its meaning, although it could maybe have been a bit more dramatic, as it ends the album with a sigh rather than a statement of intent.

Mention must be made of the fine cover artwork by Kendra DeSimone, which together with the inner booklet featuring quirky drawings by Dan & Patrick makes for an all-round complete and highly enjoyable package.

As well as The Mars Volta, another obvious comparison point for any young prog band these days is the Brit prog-poppers Muse, who I'll admit to having little time for as I find their songs meandering and unfocused, and they seem to rely on gimmicks more than songwriting in order to fill the huge arenas they play in. Judging by the quality songwriting on this album the exact opposite is true with the The Tea Club, and I'd like to see them give the mega-successful Anglos a run for their money one day. If you're a fan of Muse, give this lot a try, you won't be disappointed.

The much anticipated third album is due for imminent release and I for one can't wait.


Tracklist:
Simon Magus (6:23)
Diamondized (6:33)
The Night I Killed Steve Shelley (9:07)
Royal Oil Can (5:15)
Out of the Oceans (7:17)
He is Like a Spider (6:20)
Nuclear Density Gauge (7:21)
Tumbleweeds (4:09)
Astro (11:30)

Line up:
Patrick McGowan - Vocals, Guitar 
Dan McGowan - Guitar, Vocals
Kyle Minnick
- Drums
Becky Osenenko
- Bass

Special Guest:
Tom Brislin
- Keyboards


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Friday, 8 June 2012

Amon Düül II - Phallus Dei

Another album from my formative musical years...

Way back in the early 70s Liberty Records ran a budget subsidiary called Sunset that reissued albums from the mid to late 60s at less than half the price of the “proper” Liberty versions. Among the endless middle of the road American pop featured on this label were a few albums by Canned Heat and The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, and most curious of all Phallus Dei by Amon Düül II.

To a young lad barely into his teenage years, having sampled the “whites play the blues” of Canned Heat and chuckled at “the blues playing the whites” of the Bonzos, this strange looking slab of vinyl was too much to resist. Of course I had no idea of what might lay within the single sleeve of this low-price offering, and even less idea of what “Phallus Dei” actually meant. Needless to say I don’t think my church-going parents were overly impressed, but being liberal in outlook they did at least allow me to keep it.

Anyway, that is the story of how I came into possession of what remains to this day one of the strangest but most compelling 40 minutes of music in my now vast music collection.

Now for the review (“at last” I hear you cry!)….

Amon (from the Egyptian sun god) Düül (a German-Turkish derivative of Moon) were a 60s student hippy commune based in Munich, in what was then West Germany. Among their various expressions of free living they occasionally performed rudimentary music where anything went, and being at all proficient was more of a hindrance than a way in to one of their performances, which were mainly for their own amusement anyway. 

Guitarist and violinist Chris Karrer, frustrated at the lack of direction, along with John Weinzierl (guitars) Falk Rogner (organ), Dieter Serfas (drums) and Renate Knaup (vocals) broke away to form a more focussed musical unit, adding the suffix “II” to the commune name possibly to maintain their links with the ideology that also gave birth to the notorious Red Army Faction. Four albums worth of material recorded by the original Amon Düül in one long session in 1968 were later released by Metronome on the back of II’s success, and all I can say about them is avoid like the plague. They did make one “proper” album, Paradisewärts Düül, which is ok, but really only for the Krautrock aficionado.

So, what we have here is no ordinary rock’n’roll band, and you also have to remember that the nascent German underground music scene did not start from a launching pad of American blues as did their counterparts across The Channel and further across the Atlantic ocean.  This meant that the music of Amon Düül II did not sound like anything that had gone before, and along with compatriots Can with their Monster Movie album can be said to have created Krautrock from…well nothing at all really, a sort of Deutsch musikalischer Urknall if you will.

From the opening slow march of Kanaan one is transported back to the heady idealistic days of ultra-leftist politics, free psychedelics, and even freer music. If there is an olfactory form of synesthesia then to a sufferer this record must reek of pots of simmering psilocybin. Chris Karrer’s cod-operatic falsetto intones the first lines of the poem Dem Guten Schönen Wahren (To The True, The Beautiful, The Good) over eerie organ, guitars and violin backing. The production is sludgy and righteous as the song descends to an outer ring of Hell while Chris whoops and hollers as the Shaman-with-mad-eyes. 

Dominating the music is the dual drum line up, where, along with Dieter’s conventional kit and electric cymbals, Holger Trülzsch is pounding away at Turkish hand drums. This gives proceedings a distinctly tribal feel, as the guitar and violin are used primarily (and primitively it has to be said) in a rhythmic capacity. Luzifer’s Ghilom introduces Renate Knaup’s ethereal backing vocals, swooping around like a mythical bird of prey while Chris intones gibberish words like he means it baby. This is a Germanic mini-operetta featuring naked painted bodies shuffling in stoned ritual around and around a huge burning fire, where perhaps a sacrifice was made, who knows? Henriette Krötenschwanz rounds off side one with two minutes of Teutonic folk song with a military backbeat. Strangely strange but oddly normal.

You cannot imagine a modern mainstream record label letting one of its bands release an album called God’s Penis can you? Such was the artistic freedom allowed at the end of the 60s however, that Liberty execs were probably patting themselves on the back for being well hip cats. Phallus Dei sprawls all over side two of this chunk of parallel universe space-rock like a louche b-movie actor strung out on a massive LSD trip. Partly structured, partly insane this is the sound that you are not supposed to hear, a bit like seeing that tree that was supposedly unobserved fall over in the forest. It makes a nonsense of whatever you may have heard up to that point on a rock’n’roll record. Remember this is 1969, and twenty minute wigouts, although nothing new, were never this strung out. The closest I can conjure up is Hendrix experimenting on side three of Electric Ladyland. Well, imagine that but with a budget of not much more than zero, and relying on atmospherics rather than studio trickery and guitar wizardry to achieve its equally awesome ends.

The thing meanders along in a furious stupor until halfway through a declamatory and slightly off tune violin section over a tramping beat morphs into a country hoedown on baaad drugs before the massed percussion takes us back around ye olde campfire where more hallucinogenics are greedily gobbled up as crazed whoops and desperate yodels from the naked and writhing massed altered-state beings take us down down to the next level. A joyous pagan knees-up follows as things get real wild. We are then told that “the seraphim cries out, he broke his magic stick, oh I’m getting sick”. Hardly surprising really, and the comedown will be long and blissful.

Amon Düül II would never make another record quite as unhinged as this glorious piece of chemically fuelled madness, and although I dig their other work this remains my favourite LP of the band. If you’ve never heard this before, go to Grooveshark or somesuch, try to forget all your preconceptions, leave your post-modern cynicism at the check-in and put yourself in the almost charming but still frightening frame of mind that gave forth this record and enjoy. Or, as Krautrock fan Timothy Leary would say, “Turn on, tune in, drop out”.

Track listing:
Side One
Kanaan (4:02)
Dem Guten, Schönen, Wahren (6:12)
Luzifer’s Ghilom (8:34)
Henriette Krötenschwanz (2:03)
Side Two
Phallus Dei (20:48)

Line up:
  • Shrat – bongos, vocals, violin
  • Peter Leopold – drums
  • Holger Trülzsch – Turkish drums
  • Dieter Serfas – drums, electric cymbals
  • John Weinzierl – guitar, 12-string bass
  • Falk Rogner – organ
  • Christian Borchard – vibraphone
  • Chris Karrer – violin, guitar, twelve-string guitar, soprano saxophone, vocals
  • Renate Knaup – vocals, tambourine
  • Dave Anderson – bass on "Luzifer's Ghilom"

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