I’ve slipped into some real sugar junkie habits this week. Several evenings I’ve gone to the dollar store and purchased not just a 591mL bottle of Pepsi (I’m actually a Coke guy, but the dollar store does not sell Coke, and when you’re engaging in goblin behaviour with frequency you’ve gotta be economical about it), but also a package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. This is obviously too much sugar to consume in one sitting. I’ve had more than one visit from the tummyache fairy. And yet, in the words of the worst man alive, I keep drinking that garbage.
With this experience under my belt, I’d like to make the argument that snack food manufacturing is too good. Food scientists have wrought a lot of harm with their perfection of candies, sodas, and chocolates. Somehow, even as a grown man, my craving for sweet can overpower my aversion to nausea. That feels wrong. It would feel like the Reese’s people were scamming me, if they didn’t make such a good product.
That said, this sort of thing probably isn’t even actually a product of the modern food industry. If I’d been born 5000 years ago I’d be seeking out the tummyache fairy through different means, gorging myself on sweet berries or whatever. Craving stupid garbage that hurts us is kind of a fundamental human thing, I think. Right up there with knees as a compelling argument against intelligent design.
So, I went a little nuts this week and decided to cover seven albums. I’ll never do that again, probably. I do like this format I’ve settled on for the music section, though, where I give one album a real review and write short blurbs on several others. The Baseball side of things is standard fare. Pretty soon the Baseball segment will be something else, but for now it’s still this sort of shallow first impressions thing.
I’m not sure there’s a team in Baseball more broadly hated than the Houston Astros. The Yankees and the Dodgers are probably close, but the 2017 cheating scandal still hangs over every discussion of the Astros like a toxic miasma. Players associated with that year’s Astros team still get booed sometimes -- I’ve seen it happen to George Springer during Blue Jays away games.
Frankly, though, that was before my time as a Baseball fan, and it was before a lot of present Astros players’ times as Astros players. The team has ship of Theseused itself into something else since then. Does that mean it’s unfair to still hate them for it? No, of course not. Sports fandom is probably 75% petty hating by volume, and I would never deny that to anybody. But as far as the Astros go, I don’t really care.
What I do care about is that they kind of just have loser energy this year. Yordan Alvarez is cool, but what else do they have going on? Tatsuya Imai loudly declared that he wanted to take down Ohtani and the Dodgers this year and has so far pitched like Shohei with a blindfold, a restrictive knee brace, and a hand tied behind the back. Kai-Wei Teng seems cool, but the most memorable moment of my Astros watching this week was seeing him bomb a start. And Jose Altuve just has one of those faces, man. He looks so smug all the time. It drives me nuts.
I think I carry some kind of curse as a spectator, also, because teams’ cool and exciting players never seem to do anything cool or exciting while I’m watching. I didn’t catch Alvarez doing anything particularly impressive this week, even though I can see those numbers and know full well he’s having a bonkers season. I had a similar experience with Mike Trout when watching the Angels.
As a fanbase, Astros people don’t seem to have much that define them, beyond maybe a lack of principle. You see a lot of ambivalence about the cheating scandal in Astros circles. I also saw a “living rent free!” comment on a Made the Cut video recently where he mentioned the cheating scandal in passing, which, just, shut up.
So, I don’t know, the Astros didn’t really give me much to get excited about this week.
The Pittsburgh Pirates are a lovable team, despite being cursed. Maybe actually in part because they’re cursed. I’ve been reading some of DC’s Absolute Universe comics lately, the setting of which is an alternate universe which is, itself, skewed towards evil. The heroes are constantly fighting uphill battles against the world itself. This makes for a really compelling underdog dynamic, and makes the displays of heroism feel all the more real. Now, I think something similar can be said for the Pittsburgh Pirates, except instead of a universe corrupted by Darkseid they have a franchise being ruined by Bob Nutting.
I actually want to talk about the fan culture first here. Pirates fans are incredibly devoted, and they deserve better. These people love this team, despite its struggles, and correctly do a lot of owner hating and very little player hating. This is part of what makes me like the team: every Pirates fan I see online just seems generally agreeable. They also get a big bump with me by being one of two teams (the other being the Mets) with a really active Bluesky account. I’d love if the world in general could move off of X, and the Pirates and Mets are the only MLB franchises that seem interested in going in that direction.
Now, in terms of the product on the field, I didn’t get the best sample this week. I was originally going to follow the Reds as my National League team, but decided to follow the Pirates instead upon learning that star Reds player Elly De La Cruz is hurt. It seemed unfair to judge the Reds based on a week where they don’t have their coolest guy. So I switched to the pirates. Then I learned that Konnor Griffin and O’Neil Cruz are both hurt right now, but I’d already switched, so I ended up watching Pirates baseball during a week where they don’t have two of their key offensive pieces. So in the games I caught they’ve looked pretty limp, offensively, but I won’t judge them for that too harshly, because I have seen in snippets through the season so far what this lineup can look like with Griffin and Cruz in it, and it’s pretty exciting.
On the pitching side, obviously Paul Skenes is incredible, but he does get the Team America vibes debuff in a big way, as Mr. Air Force. He also uses a changeup a lot, and can I confess something? I think the changeup is the least exciting of the major pitches. Fastballs are cool because they’re fast. Breaking balls and splitters move in ways that boggle the mind. Changeups are just the cheater’s pitch that kinda does whatever and always misses the bat. Except when Louis Varland is throwing them, and then they’re really cool and great, actually (That’s a bullshit take but let me defend it for a second anyway: Varland’s fastball touches 100mph, and his changeup floats up near 90mph. Throwing an “offspeed” pitch at 90mph is, at least, really funny).
This Pittsburgh Pirates section is being written in a late night mania, can you tell? Anyway, I also really like the Pirates’ colour scheme, and the fact that they’re pirate themed. In a league that loves to give you stuff like “The White Sox,” “The Athletics,” and “The Reds,” you’ve really gotta celebrate strong themes when you can find them.
Overall the Pirates make for great tragic heroes and I like them quite a bit.
1. Seattle Mariners
2. Milwaukee Brewers
3. Arizona Diamondbacks
4. Kansas City Royals
5. Athletics
6. Chicago White Sox
7. Pittsburgh Pirates
8. San Diego Padres
9. Cleveland Guardians
10. Philadelphia Phillies
11. Minnesota Twins
12. New York Mets
13. Chicago Cubs
14. Baltimore Orioles
15. San Fransisco Giants
16. Colorado Rockies
17. Houston Astros
18. Los Angeles Angels
19. Atlanta Braves
20. New York Yankees
Wow, two thirds of the league done! Only five weeks of this project remain. Next week I’ll be following the Boston Red Sox and the St. Louis Cardinals.
The first line of Ruth Garbus’ Spotify bio describes her as “a singular vocalist and songwriter.” Now, normally I would not quote marketing copy at you, but I think that “singular” really is a perfect word for describing Garbus’ new album, “Profound.” Take, for instance, the confidence required for the opening line of your entire album to be “When I penetrated that man, I felt just like a dog,” and then for the rest of the album to have absolutely no sexually explicit content whatsoever. Garbus’ writing is truly unique, and these songs never go where you expect them to.
I’m not interested in ascribing a genre label to “Profound,” because it’s easy to just describe what it sounds like. It’s a minimalist project, the music consisting entirely of Garbus’ voice (and in one instance backing voices from her musicians), an electric piano, an electric guitar, and occasionally a drum machine, the cover consisting of just a photo of Garbus’ face. The songs are soft and slow. Sometimes they conform to a verse/chorus structure, other times they are looser in their construction, driven by spontaneous sounding vocal melodies. Garbus’ voice is the centre of everything: it's both beautiful and possessing of incredible range, both in the pitch and performance sense. The guitar and piano surround it, usually panned to opposite sides. Both are tonally very warm. Sometimes their parts sync up, and they create one beautiful sound together. Other times they play off of each other to create fun little grooves. It’s all very delicate and warm sounding, and above everything else beautiful.
The lyrics are probably the actual star of the show here. Sometimes they’re flowery and hard to pin down, like the second verse of “I Think I’m Ready Now,” where she sings: “Well I changed my lining to sordid fleece/A perverted silver coating filled with candy pieces/It wasn’t me that made this happen/It was an interstellar chain reaction.” The meter is smooth and the language compelling, particularly this idea of an "interstellar chain reaction" that produces the narrator's behaviour, which suggests that causality and maybe even fate have as much control over our actions as we do. I love every little detail of this passage, and could spend ages digging into what it's getting at within the context of the song. Other times the lyrics are more simple and whimsical, like in the first chorus of “Sunny Summer Guy,” which opens with “In my pinwheel hat and my birthday surprise/I don’t even care if I’m wealthy or wise.” That’s probably my favourite couplet on the whole album. It makes me laugh, but I also find the sentiment being expressed genuinely beautiful. And that little bit of alliteration is just lovely.
These lyrics are elevated by their delivery. Garbus’ performances on this album are fantastic. When she sings that “interstellar chain reaction” line I quoted earlier, it’s with a lilt that turns the line into a delightful earworm. At the end of “Sunny Summer Guy” she hits the final note with such force and conviction that it lends real emotional weight to the story at the end of the song, wherein the narrator wins a stuffed Moana doll at a fair and gives it to a child. Her entire performance on “Tip of the Hat to Fleur” sounds a bit like Joni Mitchell, which I of course mean as a huge compliment, even more so because the rest of the album doesn’t sound like that -- it feels more like an isolated, intentional reference point than something compulsory or derivative.
The first half of "Profound" is slower and more somber than the second, which lends the album a real sense of progression. The one-two punch of “Sunny Summer Guy” and “Tip of the Hat to Fleur” at the start of the second half make for a sort of climax, as those are the highest energy songs, and then things cool down a bit on “Nocturne” and “All E-Lone.” The opener, “I Think I’m Ready Now,” and the closer “Tall Face” are both standout tracks unlike the rest of the album, the former for its structure and title-drop climax, and the latter for being the silliest the album gets, and being short enough that the silliness doesn’t even threaten to become annoying, remaining firmly delightful. So, the album opens and closes on strong impressions, and in the middle goes on a steady up and down arc. It’s pretty much perfect album sequencing, and it makes for a satisfying sit-down listen.
This album’s minimalism and idiosyncratic style won’t be for everybody, and might even relegate it to niche, hidden gem status, but I really think it’s something special. It’s one of my absolute favourite albums of the year so far, and I’ll be eagerly looking into Garbus’ other music over the next little while.
Rating: ☆☆
A new Boards of Canada album came out a couple weeks ago. It’s called “Inferno.” They’re sounding as Boards of Canada as ever, lots of smooth synth sounds and samples, overall a low-key and ethereal sound, with a touch of eeriness. I love this stuff. Now, I don’t have a ton to say about this album. I’ve been listening to it while writing, and have enjoyed it a lot in that capacity, but I haven’t really scrutinized it. Still, I felt like it deserved a shout-out here.
Rating: ☆
I think that pop singers passing Dan Nigro around is the 2020s’ answer to pop singers of the 2010s passing Jack Antonoff around. Now, Jack Antonoff was pretty well suited to that role. His style is transparent, which is probably why so many artists like working with him. There are recognizable similarities between, for instance, “Melodrama” and “Lover,” but they’re still stylistically distinct, because Lorde and Swift are driving the respective ships.
I’m not convinced that Nigro can fill a similar role. I say this because “you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love,” Olivia Rodrigo’s new album, has enough Chappell Roan DNA in it that I spent most of its run time wishing I was listening to Roan instead. This album and “The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess” have similar sonic palettes, similar song structures and arrangement tendencies, and even sometimes similar melodies. The verse part in “honeybee” sounds bizarrely similar to the verse in “Good Luck, Babe!;” “expectations” is structurally similar to “Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl,” and even leans on a similar, if inferior, synth bass riff.
Now, multiple artists with the same producer can still stand out even if that producer does have a recognizable style of their own, through songwriting and performance. Chappell Roan is an illustrative example here: “Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl” is firmly a Chappell Roan song, thanks to her performance and authorial voice, even though it contains a lot of what I would now call Nigro-isms. The issue with “you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love” is that I’m not enamored with anything Rodrigo is doing. On the writing side, her pop-punk, post-punk, and emo influences, which previously have been one of the main things that made her stand out, are smothered under broad 2020s pop stylings on this album. Lyrically, these are sort of unremarkable pop love songs. They don't do much for me, but admittedly I am outside their target demographic. As a performer, though, Rodrigo has a great voice and I love the vocal harmonies going on across this thing.
So, the sum total here is an album that has some great individual pop songs, but doesn’t cohere into anything particularly interesting. I think every song on here is a pretty good time on its own, but if I’m going to sit down with an artist for 51 minutes I want them to give me something that’s theirs, rather than reheating Chappell Roan’s leftovers.
Rating: ○
“Bingo!” is an album by Montreal art-punk collective La Securité. I have qualms with the term “art-punk” similar to the qualms I have with the terms “art-pop” and “art-rock,” (all three terms are vague and pretentious!) and would instead describe this album as a sort of egg-punk/riot grrrl fusion, a Devo meets Le Tigre situation, with some Cibo Matto flavour. I understand why they went with “art-punk,” though, because I’m not sure that “egg-punk” actually means anything to most people.
This album is packed with personality and fun guitar riffs. It won’t blow your mind if you’re familiar with acts like Guerilla Toss, Enon, and the already mentioned Cibo Matto, but it’s a fun, breezy listen.
I’ve spent most of this blurb comparing La Securité to other acts, but this album does really have its own voice, too. The vocal performances, the guitarwork, and the zaniness of the songwriting all lend the project a strong identity, even as it is working within some pretty defined traditions. I should divulge that the fact that egg-punk and riot grrrl are my preferred punk flavours is certainly helping this album in my estimation, but I think that anybody with a taste for any sort of punk will find something to like here.
Rating: ☆
One of the ways I’ve been finding things to listen to and write about on here is by browsing Album of the Year’s “New Releases” tab. It’s a pretty comprehensive list of new albums from labels big and small, which I appreciate. I’m enjoying this approach because it lets me discover a wide variety of stuff, and stumble upon some real gems that I never would’ve found otherwise, like that Ruth Garbus album. It does have its downsides, though, namely, in this case, that I come to this album, “Ancient History” by Wiki, with absolutely no useful context.
On this album Wiki is reflecting on his career, and on his home city of New York. Now, since I hadn’t heard of the guy before now, I do not have a rest of his career against which to set his reflections. So as a random listener coming in blind, this is sort of just an anonymous hip hop album.
Wiki is a solid MC, though. These songs are well written and elegantly delivered, and the subject matter is plenty varied, even as the songs generally orbit around the two main topics of New York City and Wiki’s past. A big standout for me was “Park,” a song about how much it rules to go to the park. “If any date ask what I planned for us?/Or any interviewer ask what my hobby was?/It was going to the park, is that too obvious?” This bar cracks me up, but also I absolutely love that slant rhyme from “for us” to “hobby was” to “obvious.” This is the sort of style Wiki exhibits all over the album.
On the production side, these beats are all pretty nice, but Wiki worked with different producers for every song, and you can kinda tell. I would’ve appreciated a more unified voice and intention on the production side. As it stands, this facet of the album is a drag on the pacing: with a couple exceptions, these songs sound like their own singles, rather than parts of a whole.
Despite that qualm, though, I enjoyed this album a fair bit, and there are a few tracks here I’ll be returning to.
Rating: ☆
Vince Staples’ “Cry Baby” is a rap album built on stripped down rock grooves, not unlike the work of Genesis Owusu. Staples’ take on this sound is fantastic: these songs move wonderfully, they have great bass riffs, crunchy drums, and fun embellishments, and there are a lot of great vocal hooks, too. The musical palette is minimal, but enough new elements get introduced as the album progresses to keep it sounding fresh the whole way through. And Staples as a performer is as fluid, versatile, and engaging as ever.
Lyrically, this is a protest album in part, but also a highly personal one, particularly in its second half. I don’t think I have anything meaningful to add through analysis to what the album expresses. It’s clear in its messaging and eloquent in its metaphor. Staples’ perspective on the current political moment is powerful, but at the same time the album expresses the futility of political art to effect real change. This is maybe the strongest message of all, as the album all but demands that you go out and actually do something about systemic racism rather than just listening to protest music.
I’d need to spend a lot more time with this album to really untangle it any more, but what I can say is that “Cry Baby” is an excellent alternative rap album, and one of the most potent works of political art of these last few years.
Rating: ☆☆
“Somewhere Good” is a new album from Tara Clerkin Trio, a UK based jazz/trip-hop/chamber-pop act. That’s how I would describe them, anyway. Sort of a running theme in this segment today is that genre is nonsense.
I’ve struggled with this one a bit. It has a lot of moments I really like, but overall I find it drags a bit. The album alternates between instrumental and vocal tracks, and a lot of the instrumental tracks move really slowly and take a long time to go anywhere. A lot of the time this is in the name of slow, hypnotic trip-hop style grooves, but in a lot of instances there isn’t quite enough going on for those grooves to be compelling.
I like the vocal tracks a bit more, generally, but they have some slow stretches, too. I would say “Lazy Daisy” is the only one of them I think is truly great.
Now, a caveat to my earlier complaining about the instrumental tracks: I like the intro track “Lake Walk” and the closer “Movin’ On” a lot. “Lake Walk” is a slow developing, sort of janky little introductory song, which I think works really well. “Lake Walk” is a groovy track with some wacky instrumentation that just has a lot going on -- it’s a lot of fun.
Overall I’d say Tara Clerkin Trio have piqued my interest, and I’ll be checking out what they do next, but I didn’t love this album, despite some highlights.
Rating: ○