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Aloha used to be a band with their heads in the clouds, creating songs that floated above the listener, painting hazy, dreamy pictures with their ever-present vibraphone filling every corner of their songs. Some Echoes, their self-assured new album, proves that these days the band keep things a lot more lucid—their heads are still partially in the clouds, but their feet are planted firmly on the ground.
Madison-based group Paper Tiger have met almost all of the goals of forming a college band. Founded in 2003, the group have climbed up the ranks of local bands with appearances around and outside of campus and have now entered the recording world with Chemistry, an energetic debut album drawing from an entire periodic table of music styles.
P!nk has never had an artistic personality that makes much sense. In 2001, she gave us an unexpected mash-up of dance, pop-metal, hip-hop, blues and teen-pop called M!ssundaztood that so far holds the crown for being the best and most exciting mainstream pop album to come out this decade. But then she followed this unqualified triumph with the lackluster Try This. Further confusing fans, P!nk has always insisted she couldn't care less what anyone thinks about her, despite that she seeks out unabashed popsters like Max Martin and L.A. Reid to help make decidedly radio-friendly songs.
Pretty Girls Make Graves sports the newest indie trend: a primarily testosterone-driven band who hands over the lead vocals and lyrics to a girl. Its sound strays from other bands with comparable gender match-ups like Rilo Kiley and Tilly and the Wall. On its new album, Élan Vital, the band continues to possess an earnest and ferocious post-punk sound it refuses to drop for any track.
According to Adam Adam 12\ Bravin, DJ/beatmaker of She Wants Revenge, his band is a unique entity in the world of today's music, fresh and unhinged from the restraints of anybody or any influence, with pristinely relevant things to say.
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Some people go through high school admired, envied, imitated and desired by most of their peers. Others go through high school ignored, shunned, ridiculed and misunderstood. Chicago-based independent filmmaker Rusty Nails is a proud member of that latter group, and he learned to turn his unpleasant adolescence into a goldmine of inspiration for hilarious, incisive social commentary.
These days it seems like if you want to listen to a current band outside the Top 40 spectrum, there's a one in four chance that any album you'll end up listening to is best described by terms such as revival,\ ""New Wave"" and ""post-punk."" Also, that album is probably created by a band that spends equal time refining its meticulously devil-may-care appearance as its music.
It was easy enough to forgive The Vines' second album, Winning Days, for not living up to their debut. Many bands fail to escape a sophomore slump, and it was still halfway decent despite its dismal failure both critically and commercially. The album's wake (or lack there of) was disastrous for the band: lead singer Craig Nichols was slapped with an unfortunate assault charge, diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome—a mild form of autism in which people essentially have trouble getting along with others—and his best friend, Patrick Matthews, quit the band. The remaining group members cancelled their U.S. tour, hung their heads and headed back to Australia. Now, two years later, they've spewed out Vision Valley, an insipidly boring disappointment.
What's in a name?
It seems that now, buried deep within the first decade of the new millennium, originality is no longer prerequisite for an album to be good. After 50 years of development, rock ‘n' roll has found itself in a previously unparalleled season of recycled influences which artists often wear on their shoulders. This revival\ has produced a few fantastic bands, a few dismal acts and many which are just plain ignorable.
New York's critically adored art punk trio, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, return after a three-year absence with a new album, Show Your Bones. Advance critical reaction suggested this would be a more refined and mellow album, and introduced with acoustic guitar strums on first single and album opener Gold Lion,\ Bones does appear to be a new beast. While certainly not as raw and sexual as their debut Fever to Tell, the new album still features the familiar guitar prowess of Nick Zinner, the pile-driving drums of Brian Chase, and the commanding vocal presence of Karen O. Furthermore, there is a similar movement from a more rocking first half to a reflective, softer second half.
Any rational, sensible person might assume that the following melodramatic, heartbreaking lyrics—just a few more hours until we are all alone,\ ""just a few last hours, we got to make this count,"" ""so close your eyes and kiss me like it's the last time""—are all from the same song. That rational person would be wrong, because these lyrics are from three separate, yet nearly indistinguishable, songs from Hawthorne Heights' latest album, If Only You Were Lonely. The amount of repetitiveness, redundancy and recurrence within this album's 12 tracks appears nearly too often to count.
Dilapidated wooden shingles hanging over the bar lend The Paradise Lounge the air of a working man's Paradise. A treehouse of love where young and old come together to grab beers in mason jars and rock out to punk rock on the jukebox. A bartender compared it to the Creature Cantina\ from ""Star Wars"" where anyone–from state senators to hipsters–can have a good time.
For the vanguard of the punk revolution of the late '70s, mainstream recognition has not been a predictor of longevity. The Sex Pistols were through before the decade was out, and even relatively durable names like The Clash and The Jam split before the '80s were old.
This Thursday through Sunday, filmmakers from Spooner to Sao Paulo convene in Madison for the Wisconsin Film Festival, which features 177 films from 27 countries. Not sure what to go see? As always, The Daily Cardinal is here for you. We give a sneak preview of seven of the hottest films to hit Madison since this one reel of film literally burned up, like, this one time. Festivities include book signings by Roger Ebert and UW-Madison film scholar David Bordwell. For more information, visit www.wifilmfest.org. Film Fests and Madison: as Bogey once said, This looks like the continuation of a beautiful friendship.\ Or something.
Liars seem to have made it a point to avoid being pigeonholed with any genre or scene. Once grouped with dancepunk outfits, Liars have become a more experimental, rhythm-driven band. Liars' early work draws from both the post-punk and no wave well, embracing heavy drums, sludge and noise.
Hunziker Like the Wolf
After releasing its debut album Fire in 2003 and giving us this decade's best dance-punk-New Wave mash-up—Danger! High Voltage\—years before those kinds of songs became trendy, Electric Six is back with the stellar album Señor Smoke. Before Electric Six jump into the studio to begin working on its third album due this September, the band plays The Annex tonight and promise to give your hips a better workout than a Richard Simmons exercise tape. Fire in the disco, indeed.
Hunziker Like the Wolf
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