Monday, December 6, 2010

Summer Sounds With A Bit Of Bite - John Steel Singers

It’s a quarter to eleven on an unseasonally hot October morning and the John Steel Singers are running late.  A punishing schedule of press meetings arranged ahead of the release of their long-awaited debut Tangalooma have proved no match for delayed flights and Sydney’s traffic. The Surry Hills offices of their label Dew Process are pleasant enough though, and before long, trimly hirsute frontman Tim Morrissey and spectacularly afro-ed drummer Ross Chandler are ushered in - gratefully clutching cups of instant coffee and muttering about time zones and sleep deprivation.  “I’ve been up since a quarter to five this morning,” murmurs Morrissey, “so I’m a little bit tired – we lose an hour cause of daylight savings.” Despite his lethargy Morrissey is all business, carefully sticking to talking points while Ross seems content to sit in the corner, offering occasional clarification. “I’m a very quiet person,” he explains simply.

Expectations have been percolating for the JSS for some time now. The band was formed close to five years ago by Brisbane natives Morrissey and fellow songwriter Scott Bromiley, the project being named in homage to Morrissey’s childhood toy horse, John Steel.   “I wanted to start a band since about grade eight,” he says, eyes boring intently  through his glasses. “I didn’t know how to play anything so I would just write songs in my head. I would meet people, and I was always trying to envisage them in my band, but it wasn’t until I was actually twenty years old that I met Scott… He ended up teaching me some guitar, and we ended up forming a band after that.”

From this seed the pair gradually expanded the line-up (currently stabilised at an even six), juggling personnel (“we’re like Spinal Tap with bass players”), incorporating brass (a move that was “never intentional”), cutting their teeth through some persistent touring up and down the east coast while developing their own idiosyncratic style with a pair of EPs and mini-album. And acclaim began to flow, the band taking out triple j’s Unearthed Artist of the Year award back in 2008, while garnering a reputation among punters for live sets brimming with youthful exuberance and prodigious quantities of hair.

It’s odd then that their debut long player Tangalooma, a collection of breezy pop songs buoyed by some creative arrangements and tempered with lyrical bite, has taken so long to emerge. “We’ve always taken a long time to do things,” says Morrissey. “We never did any really rough early demos, we just went into the studio after we’d saved up enough money to do it, and I think that was a little bit like the same thing with the album – we wanted to make sure we could do it the way we wanted to do it.” The album was actually mixed and mastered by October last year. After that, he says, the “music industry side of things” took over. “It has definitely been a year longer than we hoped,” he continues, “but that has its benefits as well – in that year we’ve been writing new songs, and the next album definitely won’t take as long as this one did.”

In order to get the right sound on the record, the band were fortunate in being able to call on the talents of Robert Forster; producer, critic, songwriter, and one of Morrissey’s musical idols.  “The Fire and Flood benefit up in Brisbane was on, and we were playing and Robert was also on the bill,” he explains. Forster’s drummer Glen Thompson and bassist Adele Pickvance weren’t available, “so he actually asked us if we wanted to be his backing band. For people who are massive Go-Betweens fans, to [be] asked to play Go-Betweens songs as Robert Forster’s backing band, that opportunity doesn’t come around very often … [it] was bloody surreal,” Morrissey says. “We wanted to get a producer and Robert’s name came up, and we were like, ‘yeah! Let’s do it!’”

The result is one of the best Australian releases in a year that has seen no shortage of strong debuts. Morrissey claims inspiration from sources as diverse as David Byrne, Ray Davies and The Kinks and widely influential English post-punk group Wire. He also pays due respect to the morphing euphoria of post-rock pioneers Talk Talk, with the moody atmospherics of Spirit of Eden being an important shaping force for Tangalooma, particularly its closing track, ‘Sleep’.  “I guess the album’s pretty densely layered so there’s parts you’re not necessarily aware of,” says Morrissey, “Nicholas [Vernhes] the engineer [who’s previously worked with Animal Collective, Deerhunter and Spoon] probably stripped away a lot of unnecessary stuff as well… Hopefully it sounds like John Steel Singers, and hopefully whether we flop or go well it’ll rest on us sounding like the John Steel Singers.”

While the JSS sound is generally bright and bouncy, lyrically Tangalooma delves into darker territory. Although it’s “definitely not a concept album”, Morrissey and Bromiley’s thoughtful and literate lyrics draw on a shared fascination with Ernest Becker’s 1974 Pulitzer winner The Denial of Death - exploring ideas of mortality, desire and the stories people tell themselves to stay sane in a material world. “Both Scott and I were getting to a time in our lives when we were experiencing similar anxieties about the nature of everything,” explains Morrissey. “You sort of have to lie, have a vital lie to keep yourself going as a human being … most functioning humans lie to themselves about certain things, but everyone does it and it’s vital to being human… I dunno, I’m not very good at explaining this out loud!”

Rather than buying into any of the solutions offered by the world of the gainfully employed, the John Steel Singers seem intent on becoming their own heroes (as the caped horses adorning the cover art of Tangalooma might suggest), throwing themselves into the musical lifestyle with total dedication. The forecast for their next year is a whirlwind of touring, writing and recording.  “I worked out the other day that I’d only, in my twenty-seven years, worked about three or four months at most of full-time work in, like, jobs,” says Morrissey.  “So, as long as I can avoid doing that for as long as possible, that would be excellent.”


First Published in The Brag, Iss. 390, December 6th 2010

Monday, November 29, 2010

Avey Tare - Down There

Avey Tare
Down There

****


The problem with getting high is that, by and large, most people have an unfortunate tendency to come crashing down again. Having heaved themselves up to the top of the indie heap with last year’s soaringly optimistic Merriweather Post Pavilion, Animal Collective’s various members seem to be working through the issues brought to the surface by rapid success in their own idiosyncratic ways. While Panda Bear continues to produce stellar solo work, enjoying the odd dalliance with the likes of Deerhunter’s Bradford Cox along the way, Avey Tare (Dave Portner, to his mum) has exorcised any iniquitous spirits that may’ve been bothering him by bottling them in his own solo release, the appropriately named Down There.

“Down there”, announces a cybernetic voice at the start of opener ‘Laughing Hieroglyphic,’ before breaking into maniacal laughter. “One of these might jump out and do you in,” observes a demonic one through the murk at its close, a track that otherwise might be the downbeat country cousin of ‘Summertime Clothes’. It signals the gloom-laden quicksand to follow.

Third track ‘Oliver Twist’ makes good on this promise, sinking down with the gators and squelching methane, as does ‘Cemeteries’, as Tare stares back at the world from the cocoon of a waterlogged grave.While there are more than a few moments of the macabre here, the itchy helplessness of ‘Heather In The Hospital’ is easily the blackest spot as well as the most poignant, leading into the sunny-side up ending of ‘Lucky 1’.

Tare has bared his wriggling neuroses to the light, with results that are oppressive, introverted and weird. Highly recommended.



First Published in The Brag, Iss. 389, November 29th 2010

Monday, November 8, 2010

Mirah @ The Red Rattler, Thursday October 1

Mirah, Shiver Like Timber, The Smallgoods

‘Was, was that a plane?’ asks Betony Dircks, AKA Shiver Like Timber, in the mildly timorous tones of one who’s not as yet quite comfortable stage-side. The rumbles of the flightpath overhead provide permanent competition with tonight’s performers; The Red Rattler has the most appropriate name of any venue in Sydney. Under such circumstances, Dircks’ slight hesitance is unfortunate – her carefully picked guitar lines and striking lyrics (‘Arctic Esplanade’) are delivered in permanently breathless vocals, only building up a real sense of conviction when fed through some enticing loops.

No such difficulties for Melbournites The Smallgoods, the hirsute trio filling up the warmly lit, milk crate-strewn space, with their simply fashioned, richly harmonised old school pop. Songs such as ‘Traipse Through The Valley’ are suggestive of ploughman’s lunches and smoking mugwort, harmonies reminiscent of The Byrds or (lord help us) Simon & Garfunkel enveloping a rapt audience with a sense of ruminative stasis.  Particularly entrancing was ‘City Full Of Sky’, a captivating chord sequence washing away the occasional twee lyric.

Aeroplanes were the cause of more amusing difficulties for an extremely jetlagged Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn (observed pre-show enjoying a sack-of-potatoes style cat-nap back stage), who repeatedly, and with effortless charm, forgot the lyrics to her own songs – calling on an extremely well-informed audience for prompts. Although Mirah has now been recording for well over ten years, this gig marks her first Australian visit, numerous requests for older material being cheerfully deflected with a variety of creative excuses.

Her back catalogue was nonetheless widely traversed, more recent material from (a)spera being mixed with much-loved songs like ‘Cold, Cold Water’ or crowd-favourite ‘The Garden’. Her firm and sassy vocals were overwhelming, even with the low thunder provided courtesy of Qantas. A left-field cover of ‘Changes’ rounded out a buoyant night; with luck, she’ll return soon.


First published in The Brag, Iss. 387, November 8th 2010