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Album Review: Sister Kinderhook by Rasputina

Dear Melora,

Melora, if you’re reading this, there’s a reason I’m writing this as a break up letter. I’m trying to figure out if the problem here is me. Like many of your fans, I’ve been following Rasputina for more than a decade and it’s been interesting watching you grow as an artist. You keep trying new things to keep your music fresh and relevant. You’ve also been through a lot of band members, and in addition released a solo record as Melora Creager.

I fell in love with you the first time I heard “Dig Ophelia”. I thrilled in a white trashy way when you sang “Trenchmouth”. You broke my heart so deftly with “Hunter’s Kiss”, having first announced that it would be a sad story, and I watched admiringly from a distance when you sang “Saline the Salt Lake Queen”. I agreed with you when you stated that the cello is the saddest instrument. Your solo album was interesting but also kind of forgettable, but then O Perilous World came along with some really good songs and an interesting idea. And I was happy.

And now Sister Kinderhook. Like most of the rest of your albums, the songs can be broken into four categories: 1) The brilliant songs we love you for. 2) Some songs that are OK and might be the ones we like later when we get tired of the ones we liked first. 3) A few songs that are mostly amazing but have something really annoying about them (like the frenetic part of “Draconian Crackdown”, which is otherwise rocking). 4) One or two real stinkers. Please note that only one of your albums has no stinkers. That is as much a product of your experimentation as anything else, and when I buy your albums I don’t mind the stinkers because the rest is always so interesting.

Can I tell you that there isn’t anybody else I know of anywhere who is doing what you do? There are some bands that can be compared, but you are very unique.

I read a discussion on a fan site where some people were talking about whether or not you were going to drag out the dulcimer again. The point being that the dulcimer was really grating. And don’t get me wrong – there is something intrinsically grating about your music. Sometimes that’s a good thing, like in “Saline” or “Crosswalk”. Other times, not so much. Like in “The 2 Miss Leavens” which is grating and (I think it’s best to be blunt here) boring. I pre-ordered Sister Kinderhook and got the fan, thank you. Then I listened to the album some. And then stopped listening to it. Then I listened to it some more. Then I stopped listening to it. Then I tried listening to it on shuffle with the other Rasputina albums. Here are my thoughts.

I love love love “Sweet Sister Temperance” and “Meant to be Dutch”. “Dutch” in particular makes me think of Chinese railroad laborers and theremin. The tracks “Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works” and “Afternoon of the Fawn” are good. “Kinderhook Hoopskirt Works” suffers in that it’s the same flavor as “Shirtwaist Fire” and “My Orphanage” but isn’t quite as good. “Utopian Society” is funny and I love the accent. The song is like “My Captivity by Savages” or “Kate Moss” so it ends up getting limited play time with me, being a novelty song. I have to be honest with you that the rest of the album is a little tedious. In the middle. For a long time. I read that you wanted to get back to your roots and I think this album proves that you can never really go home. Not really. And yet the music does mesh well with your other albums so maybe it’s something else. I don’t know. I’ve been spending some time trying to figure out if it’s YOU, of if it’s ME. Maybe I’ve become jaded. I’m wishing for some more cello. I don’t really feel like you’re rocking out on this album, and there something missing. Some extra X factor.

Can I tell you again that there isn’t anybody else I know of anywhere who is doing what you do? I think everyone should listen to your music. I plan to see you when you come to Portland, and no, the love affair isn’t really over. But I’m feeling jaded and blue.

Sister Kinderhook by Rasputina – Filthy Bonnet – 2010
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See you next time!

Salad Fingers

Join Salad Fingers and its rotten teeth as it licks, fondles, squishes, and negligently murders the desolate world that it finds himself in. More information about the artist, here and here.

Om nom nom nom.

Weird Carolers by Brent Green – Beethoven Going Deaf

Weird Carolers from Brent Green on Vimeo.

“Beethoven… going deaf and inventing Ode to Joy… There were bite marks on his piano.” A beautiful and haunting short animated film by self-taught animated filmmaker and artist, Brent Green. His website is here: Nervous Films. In case you want to read the text, it is available (after a little scrolling) here: Words that go with Films. via.

Happy Darkest Day!

A Very Festive Darkest Day Staircase

As you may or may not expect, it isn’t traditional in my tribe of monsters (specifically haunters of basements and attics) to celebrate Christmas. Yes. Yes. I know it might seem shocking, but monsters can be like that.

It does turn out that we have a holiday very near Christmas that we call Darkest Day. There are even traditional songs to go with Darkest Day. Such as Oh Darkest Day, I’ll be Haunting You, and Crawling up from the Depths. The second song, I’ll be Haunting You, is traditionally screamed, as opposed to anything resembling singing. The other two require quite a bit of moaning and bumping about. Crawling up is singular in that it requires the performer to slam a door at the very end. Ah! It makes me nostalgic talking about such things.

Darkest Day commemorates a special day that happened thousands of years ago in a great monster civilization that has since disappeared. It seems that a team of astronomers had noticed that the sun seemed to be going away. The days had grown shorter and shorter. It was on this day that they noticed that the sun had seemed to stop, and they excitedly announced that it would never come back. Monsters all over the world would gain hours of creeping and haunting time, and our monster GDP would skyrocket. Little did they know that they had unwittingly marked the very day that the sun started coming back. I can only imagine that this was very embarassing.

We monsters don’t generally give gifts around Darkest Day. There are a few traditional things that we do to mark it, however. For example, monsters with hair will get a haircut. It happens that some monsters who do not have hair (or for whom a haircut would be painful, like a Medusa), can get wigs. The wigs are generally black and have very very long hair so that the wearer can have a real cutting experience. (Haha. Get it?) Of course, this is one of those items where richer monsters can show up the neighbors with more expensive wigs. Some very wealthy monsters even hire ghosts to haunt their wigs.

A traditional item we share with humans around this time is the giving of cards. Of course, we do it very differently. We give cards that are made of black paper and put in black envelopes. We do not mail them or even scrawl addresses on them. A proper Darkest Day card is delivered by sneaking up the the recipient’s domicile and sliding it under a door or in a window in such a way that the receiver will be unaware that they even got a card. Unfortunately, such cards are hard to see in the dark. I’m a big fan of paper, though, so I like getting cards and leave them all over my floor to step on during the coming year.

One last tradition that monsters share on this holiday is climbing up stairways in towers. It’s best to have a very long stairway hidden away in a haunted castle or deserted lighthouse, but a good staircase in a derelict hotel or even an apartment building will do. When done properly, a lot of moaning, clanking, and bumping around in the dark creates an especially harrowing tone, and a monster should properly imagine climbing these dark stairs all the way up into the sky, even if their staircase only goes up a few floors.

So there you have it. I hope everyone has a very happy holiday.

Living Large

Flat Eric,

Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I salute you. You may not be the scariest monster ever, but you certainly know how to live large. As this short documentary shows, you are obviously the center of a massive, international conspiracy requiring scrambled phone calls and hastily scrawled coded instructions on paper documents that are shuttled around the world by your beautiful but deadly army of female ninjas. And yet, in the thick of it, you show an underlying taste for style, music, and refinement. Your demeanor reflects a worldly seriousness, generosity of heart, and clever sense of humor. Most of all, I admire a monster who knows how to hang up a phone.

Sincerely,

The Dark


Mr. Oizo – Flat Beat – 1999