It’s Poll Time Once Again (With A Few Random Thoughts To Go With It)
Paul Thomas and his mad coding skills have struck again, and of course, I had to, had to take the poll, which this year came as a two-parter – one for individual members and one for groups. Some of the results as I filled them out should be of no surprise, others should not:
My fandom hasn’t changed very much. Reina is still on top for me, Takitty is right behind, but for whatever reason JunJun and LinLin have moved up in the ranks. Much of this ranking of individuals from #3 on down could change from day to day, though, so this is just what I was feeling tonight.
The group fandom was less hard to figure out. Morning Musume are still my favorite band, Buono! still rock, and I still like Berryz and C-ute even though I still can’t recognize some of the members on sight (obviously picking Miyabi, Momoko and Airi out thanks to their Buono! work isn’t hard, and I can recognize Risako and Chinami, but that’s about it at the moment) and C-ute’s new album hasn’t completely grabbed me yet like 10 My Me and We Are Buono! did.
I try never to let a day go by without playing some MoMusu music, no matter how many other musical mood swings I go through from day to day and week to week (In one example, for whatever reason, I went on quite the Minutemen/fIREHOSE jag the past week, as my last.fm page will attest). But, my listening habits have always been that way and that’s not likely to change, ever.
The bottom rows of both polls stayed the way they were from how Paul organized the default selections for a good reason: Erina Mano’s music hasn’t exactly grabbed me, and I’ve never listened to Guardians 4 or S/mileage so I can’t comment on them.
Other than that, I get married in 89 days (yikes – time’s flyin’!), which means that as that day looms forward I need my favorite band and their compatriots to keep me sane. That also means I have to cram in a lot of activity on here before then… and then cram in some more after the nuptials.
Pot Calls Kettle Black; Film At 11.
E-mail Lucifer; Tell him he’ll have to place an order at Land’s End for winter gear, because I’m about to say something nice about Miley Cyrus.
No, I can’t stand her. She’s a terrible singer and actress. Koda Kumi or anyone in Morning Musume (or any female in the Japanese pop scene, quite frankly) could eat her for breakfast and shit out the Pussycat Dolls. But in a Parade magazine interview that hitting newspaper inserts this weekend, apparently she has a few choice words about the genre her father helped ruin:
“It scares me, that’s why. It feels contrived on so many levels. Unless you’re wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy boots and singing and whining about your girlfriend or boyfriend leaving you it’s not going to sell. I think that’s why my dad finally got out of it. You have to wear those cowboy boots and be sweet as pie. It makes me nervous, the politics of it all.”
Yeah, it’s a case of the pot calling the kettle black, but in this case, the pot is right: Even though her weak attempts at what she passes off for pop music in this country aren’t exactly any better than the Carrie Underwoods, Rascal Flattses, and John Riches (and their umpteen clones) that Nashville has been passing off as “country” music since her father dropped that achy-breaky one-hit wonder on America’s heads, she hit the nail on the head with an unerring eye. What started out as the unintended invention (for all intents and purposes) of Hank Williams Sr. and Jimmy Rodgers, what used to be the province of distinctive outlaws like Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard, and Kris Kristofferson has become an assembly-line genre dominated by a select clique of writers, producers, and session musicians backing a series of interchangeable clones.
It’s not Garth Brooks that should be faulted, although some people like to use him as a convenient whipping boy. Garth Brooks came in as an artist who grew up on both Kiss and George Strait and turned a genre weakened by the Urban Cowboy fad back around. It was the “parade of horribles”, to borrow a Circle Jerks song title, who didn’t give a fuck about the accomplishments of Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn, or Buck Owens but saw a way to make a quick buck that infected Nashville. Look up the lyrics to Alan Jackson’s song “Gone Country” and you’ll see a decent idea of what went wrong. Is it any wonder why Garth stopped recording and performing, why Terri Clark walked out on her BNA/Sony-BMG contract and started putting out her own records, why the Dixie Chicks told the country establishment to fuck off and hooked up with Rick Rubin?
Ask Hank Williams III how wonderful Nashville is, or at least listen to or read the lyrics of his songs “Trashville”, “Dick in Dixie”, and “The Grand Old Opry (Ain’t So Grand Anymore)” sometime. There’s your answer.
Not surprisingly, Country Music Television’s blog, playing Fox News to the pop-country establishment’s Republican Party (i.e. acting as an echo chamber/propaganda unit), is seeing fit to defend the current Music Row tripe. Their opinion doesn’t matter – this same blog also praised the idea of record stores going out of business after Sugarland signed with Wal-Mart to have an exclusive right to distribute their next album. Perhaps the author of that CMT blog piece should go visit a real record store – especially on Record Store Day this forthcoming 4.17.10 – and see what real people are buying!
I’m not going to hold my breath and wait to see if Miley has an even bigger epiphany, takes a year off from the public eye to disappears somewhere with a guitar and some Stooges and Minutemen albums, and turns up on some indie label somewhere after letting her Hollywood Records contract lapse. But the mere fact that a super-corporate pop act made such a critical comment speaks volumes – even if she doesn’t follow it up by putting Fun House and Double Nickels on the Dime in her iPod!
Happy 3rd Cake Day, International Wota!
OK, let’s review:
For the first Cake Day in 2008, I posted two MiniMoni baked-goods-related videos – and a naughty pun that Brother Ray Mescallado appreciated about the kind of “pie” two lucky bastards were getting from Ai Kago and Nozomi Tsuji at the time – at this blog’s predecessor MotokoAoyama.com, and a YouTube clip of Reina Tanaka working in a restaurant for a TV skit at So Hot She Shits Fire.
For the second Cake Day in 2009, I posted a different kind of baked good: my smoked paprika chicken thighs recipe here at TGML, and some “cheesecake” (i.e. some bikini shots of Reina) over at SHSSF.
For the third Cake Day, I didn’t know what to do. I cook, but I don’t usually bake (my sole baking attempts have been a couple of instances of buying Pillsbury Snoopy Christmas Cookies and following the package directions), and I could never top my blogging BFF and fellow Cancerian VeePinku’s Yuke Yuke Monkey Cake. Then my fiancee Tara came to the rescue with something she makes on the regular…
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REVIEW: MORNING MUSUME “10 My Me”
10 My Me
(Zetima)
Available on CD. CD/DVD and from iTunes and JapanFiles.com
Rating:
If there’s one thing for sure about Morning Musume, it’s that they’re markedly consistent – and then some. Equally at home dishing out solid studio albums as well as top-5 singles, it’s the one constant in the career of a band whose lineup used to change from one album to the next. I know that when I get a new Morning Musume album out of my PO Box and put it in my CD player and iPod that I’m going to get a good album. Eleven studio albums (yes, I count the unnumbered Cover You) in, I wasn’t expecting to get surprised, but I did – not only did they live up to their artistic reputation, but with 10 My Me Morning Musume put their balls (OK, ovaries) on the line.
An unexpected sample – an English-speaking voice with a European accent saying “Electro-convulsive therapy, part one” – splices into the final seconds of an orchestra playing the final bar of a piece. A sudden shift of gears, and driving analog synths kick off “Moonlight Night ~Tsukiyo no Ban Dayo~” before the group makes with mock-operatic vocalizing and then back into their more recent group harmonizing. Musically, the song goes all over the place in an indescribable manner but makes perfect sense from section to section and as a whole. I want to keep scrolling the music file in reverse on my iPod to try to identify the different elements, but I can’t because the song compels me to listen to it as a whole.
Their final single with Koharu Kusumi, “Kimagure Princess”, follows – and the high-register vocals that the group starts off with serve as a delayed reminder that it’s not going to be business as usual all the time this particular go-round with Morning Musume, emphasizing the experimental tone that permeates 10 My Me’s core.
“Genki Pika Pika!” finds the group mining 80’s pop influences again, this time around delivering a vibe reminiscent of Sheila E’s “The Glamorous Life” by way of The Jets’ “Crush On You” – a perfect musical arrangement to accompany some beautifully breezy vocals from the group.
“Namidacchi” starts with some George Winston-esque piano and gentle bass, acoustic guitar and percussion before another sudden musical shift, whipping out punk guitar powerchords and some drum fills worthy of Flipper’s Steve DePace in the choruses. A little DJ scratching (something used to sublime percussive effect in their classic ballad “I Wish” way back when) slips in during the second verse as well. The song’s bridge goes further forward and backward (backward in a good way, of course), as the members trade off some rapped couplets a-la “Do it! Now” over the punky guitars.
After the band’s brilliant 2010 kickoff single “Onna ga Medatta Naze Ikenai” – which proves that you can play powerchords on acoustic guitars and have just as much of an impact on an uptempo rock song, “Ookii Hitomi” – the first of only three splinter-group efforts on this album, here highlighting 6th gen members Reina Tanaka, Sayuri Michishige and Eri Kamei – delivers a great match of European house rhythms and chugging electric guitars. A little AutoTune vocoder effect pops up in the verses, but, like some more tasteful, creative and honest uses of the effect (reference points again: Cher’s “Believe”, Bob Mould’s “Shine Your Light Love Hope”, and more recently Somaya Reece’s “Tramp” – the first truly good pop single I’ve heard from an American artist in close to a decade, by the way), it’s done to serve the song; In other words, it’s there for decoration, not for a burial. (Late bloomer Sayumi already proved she could sing on Platinum 9 DISC’s “It’s You” and Cover You’s “Ringo Satsujinjiken” – she has nothing else to prove to anybody but herself.)
The band’s leaders, Ai Takahashi and Risa Niigaki, take the spotlight on the second splinter track, “Anohi Ni Modoritai”, over a musical style that Morning Musume has been pretty much owning of late: urban contemporary R&B in the style of TLC, Mary J. Blige and early Destiny’s Child. “No Scrubs”-style acoustic guitars, G-Funk synth bass and a string quartet provide the musical setting for Takitty’s and Gaki’s mutli-layered harmonies.
The band’s 40th single, “Nanchatte Renai” (with the much-missed Koharu delivering the most mature vocals she ever did… to date) provides the album’s next recap moment, setting up the listener unawares for the next track. “Osaka Umainen” – the last of the splinter tracks, featuring 8th-gen members Aika Mitsui, Li Chun and Qian Lin – starts with a simulated 78RPM big band “sample” before some 8-bit synth blips kick off the song proper and compete with 60’s soul horns and plinking early rock’n’roll piano. The song itself comes off like a cousin of earlier MoMusu album tracks that provided what some bloggers referred to as some of Koharu’s more “cracktastic” moments like Platinum 9’s “Guru Guru JUMP” and Cover You’s “Ping-ping Pan Taisou”. This time around, without Koharu being around to throw into the mix, the song actually comes off more mature, especially when LinLin gets some solo lines.
“Loving You Forever” is a great power ballad in the “I Wish” tradition. Classic MoMusu harmonies and Beatlesque strings are propelled by an arrangement that recalls The Raspberries’ “Overnight Sensation”. The next time some armchair critics complain that Morning Musume hasn’t been the same since the departures of longtime members like Kaori Iida and Natsumi Abe, play them this cut.
The album closes with a great one-two punch: The band’s chart-topping Summer 2009 single “Shouganai Yumeoibito” followed by a version of Platinum 9’s “Ame no Furanai Hoshi de wa Aisenai Darou?” sung in Chinese (Longtime fans will recall that the closing of the original version has JunJun and LinLin singing in their native tongue.) The recording is not a complete port of the original recording’s backing track; instead a slightly extended intro of nylon-string acoustic guitar and strings leads into the group accompanied only by piano and strings at first, before a variant on the original arrangement takes over. Hearing the entire band sing in Chinese seems to add a noticeable degree of delicacy and fragility to their vocals. “Shouganai Yumeoibito” itself would have been the perfect closing track to the album; the addition of this “alternate version” of the song makes for a great encore.
I concluded my review of Platinum 9 DISC last year with the statement, “The streak of solid Morning Musume albums continues.” That statement, while it holds true for 10 My Me, isn’t enough. More to the point, 10 My Me is Morning Musume’s equivalent of Pet Sounds or Double Nickels on the Dime – an instant classic album to many, and something that will grow in stature as the years go by to many others.
This Is Not A Joy Division Shirt-ah!
From the “Making Bootleggers Look Bad” department:
An enterprising DIY-for-profit T-shirt merchant somewhere apparently decided that the world needed Joy Division T-shirts that they could sell on eBay. Fine.
Continuing this line of thinking, they decided that the shirts should depict Joy Division’s iconic late frontman, Ian Curtis. So far so good.
Unfortunately, when they googled for pictures of said iconic late frontman, they came up with this:
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REVIEW: KODA KUMI “BEST ~third universe~/8th AL ‘UNIVERSE’”
KODA KUMI
BEST ~third universe~/8th AL “UNIVERSE”
(Rhythm Zone/Avex)
Rating:
I am of the suspicion of late that a couple of years ago, Lady Gaga had to have caught find of some Koda Kumi videos on YouTube, because in what few Lady Gaga songs I’ve heard, I’m swearing she’s snuck traces of recent Kuu-chin tuneage like “FREAKY” and “TABOO”. And I am certain that Kuu-chin knows this as well, as while Gaga leans heavily on programmed arrangements in her work, Kuu-chin has pretty much gone organic [save for the reliance on drum machines throughout – there’s nothing wrong with having precise beats behind you!] with her instrumentation on much of 8th AL “UNIVERSE”, the studio portion of her new double-disc set. [Quick side note: I won’t be reviewing BEST ~third universe~, the "greatest hits" portion of the package, outside of saying it’s a highly recommended compliment to your collection if the only Koda long-players you own are her previous BEST compilations ~first things~, ~second session~ and ~Bounce and Lovers~. In fact, if you can swing it, go for the edition that also has the DVD of video clips from both portions of the album.] Perhaps we should have seen this coming – her 3 SPLASH EP, released last summer, was primarily guitar-oriented, save for the cut “ECSTASY”.
“UNIVERSE”’s opening cut, “Step Into My World”, doesn’t give much of a hint as to this direction, as it starts off the album much like her most recent LP’s, Black Cherry, Kingdom and Trick kicked off. After those potboiling three minutes, Kumi grabs herself a rock band and kicks into “Can We Go Back”. Between this, Black Cherry’s “Ningyao-hime” and Trick’s top-notch cover version of Shocking Blue’s “Venus”, Kuu-chin seems quite comfortable with Marshall-amped guitars behind her. This shouldn’t be much of a surprise, however – Kumi has always been a vocalist who doesn’t hesitate to slip into any musical arrangement that serves the song. Much of the first half of “UNIVERSE” is dominated by organic instrumentation, and her vocals float like butterflies over those arrangements.
Halfway through “UNIVERSE”, Kumi glides back into digital keyboard territory, but that is OK. Koda Kumi is a vocalist who has never been married or completely linked to one particular set of instrumentation, whereas someone out to be like Lady Gaga would probably seem out of place singing over anything not synthesized or without any AutoTune filtering on her voice.
Not counting the bonus live version of “Moon Crying” on some copies, Kumi closes out the album with “Alive”, yet another classic Kuu-chin ballad. Kumi always shines on her ballads (and someone at Avex must have thought as much to devote an entire compilation, BEST ~Bounce & Lovers~, to them a couple of years ago) and while that’s nothing new, it’s also always welcome, and you can’t ask for more than that.
5 out of 5 stars.
Should I Tell KISS to Kiss My Ass?
Last week, I decided to go a little old school, pull out my old KISS albums (even though I have them on more recent formats as well), and spin those old favorites on my turntable. After a few hours, though, I stopped. And I blame what KISS has become lately and how much it has bugged me of late for that.
Last year, the coincidental back-to-back release of Ace Frehley’s fourth solo album Anomaly and KISS’ first studio album in 11 years, Sonic Boom found themselves in my CD player and in review form here on TGML. Granted, Ace’s album was the one I was more interested in, and it got a well deserved five-star review here because of the contents. But I found myself compelled to spring twelve bucks for the KISS album in spite of what was an iffy track record in the wake of their post-Dynasty releases, and I felt compelled to give an honest review of the album that I too, still hold to six months later (In short, Paul’s songs are the strongest, Gene’s are a small improvement on his post-’78-solo-album auto-pilot output, and Tommy Thayer can emulate Ace’s soloing style well, having imitated him in a KISS cover band years and years before, but can’t sing worth a fuck.)
A few weeks ago, after a little overindulging in the first two KISSology DVD collections, I decided to man up and add the third one, since it was loaded with footage from the reunion gigs done by the original lineup. Out of curiosity, I took a peek into the DVD’s commentary tracks done by Paul and Gene – and got immediately pissed off. So pissed off that I ejected the DVD from my player and shelved the set along with the first two volumes. What pissed me off? A lot of commentary downplaying Ace’s and Peter Criss’ role in the success of the Reunion Tour.
I suspect that Paul’s part of the commentary in question sounds somewhat forced compared to Gene’s tongue-wagging. Furthering this theory is something Paul said a little more off-the-cuff in the same set’s commentary track: That Paul was all for bringing Ace and Peter back into the fold, while Gene was rather reluctant. This should not come as any surprise to longtime fans of the band. Gene was the one most reluctant to record a new album after the Psycho Circus debacle – a debacle spurred by the absence of Ace and Peter on all but three cuts on the album – and on only one of those – Ace’s sole songwriting contribution to the album – did they play their assigned instruments (a session player filled in for Peter on the rest of the album, while Thayer played uncredited guitar solos). [And with the exception of noting that Sonic Boom’s relative quality made up for how shitty Psycho Circus was in my review of the former album, the only time I’d thought about Psycho Circus in recent times was when Vee referenced it in a recent post at Pink Wota – and in conversation she agreed with me that Psycho Circus was a lame album, too!]
Gene also falsely accused Ace – who in reality honored his five year contractual commitment and chose to step away and decompress before restating his solo career – of “shooting himself in the foot again” in his second book Sex Money KISS by not participating in what became the Alive IV: Symphonic KISS album. In short, Gene is out to make himself look good and the rest of his associates (at least the ones who aren’t willing to kiss his ass) look bad for the sake of his own ego:
Despite a post-Hollywood, self-proclaimed “refocus” on KISS around the time of Revenge’s creation, Gene Simmons is still interested in putting his ego and interests ahead of the group. Granted, at times, he is willing to make himself the butt of a joke – witness his first Dr. Pepper Cherry commercial, in which his son Nick interrupts his characteristic bombast, as well as many of the setups portrayed in his A&E TV series – as long as it’s for a profit. It’s highly doubtful a blooper like this would have ever made an installment of KISSology, even as a hidden Easter egg:
I am of completely mixed emotions about the band that first led me to want to pick up a guitar back in 1978. All of the classic-era albums are on my laptop and iPod, but only a few random tracks from the albums since then are there. I went AWOL from the KISS Army and started waving the Black Flag bars, but I still owe the band that much credit. But I will say without a shadow of a doubt that I will run, not walk, when Ace Frehley – the man who directly influenced my choice of instrument – comes around my neck of the woods on tour, as opposed to seeing KISS themselves live because I don’t want to see someone else wearing Ace’s makeup and playing his songs and solos.
NOTE TO LONGTIME READERS: Reviews coming of a few albums over the next week. I had to get this shit out of my system first. Thanks for your patience.
