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Harper Bridges

Scene Spotlight: Athens Hip Hop

Posted on May 4, 2018May 14, 2018 by Harper Bridges

ATHENS, GA—The town renowned for cultivating R.E.M. and the B-52’s has long been a haven for indie rockers; the rent is cheap, the locals are always buzzing around concert venues, and starting a band is so easy that virtually everyone and their mother is in one. Over the decades, the outfits at the forefront of the scene have rotated from R.E.M. and Pylon in the ‘80s to Widespread Panic in the ‘90s, The Whigs in the ‘00s and Of Montreal and Reptar in the ‘10s. While relatively few Athens bands have achieved widespread commercial success, being revered locally cements them into the culture and reflects broader trends in the worldwide music industry, which raises an interesting question – where is the hip-hop?

Undeniably the most relevant and popular music genre of the past decade (corroborated by even the Pulitzer Prize Board, who for the first time eschewed a classical or jazz artist for the Pulitzer prize for music to award Kendrick Lamar for DAMN.), hip-hop had long seemed absent from the small town that loves to boast of its thriving music scene. Perhaps most perplexing is Athens’s hour-or-so proximity from Atlanta, the culturally rich metro where over half the population is African-American and where some of the biggest names in rap call home. On the surface, Athens appears to spawn white rock bands like rabbits spawn other rabbits, but behind-the-scenes (and more recently, in the spotlight) is a tight-knit, passionate, and grinding community of hip-hop artists who are redefining the music scene in Athens. I spoke to some of them to get the low-down.

 

Caulfield, Samantha Lipkin, and Seline Haze (from left to right).
Caulfield, Samantha Lipkin, and Seline Haze (from left to right).

On March 25, Athens presented its sixth annual Hip Hop Awards, honoring artists like Caulfield for best male hip hop artist and Seline Haze for best female hip hop artist, StackBoy Twaun for best producer, and Fly Visionz for videographer of the year. Among the award recipients is promoter Sam Lipkin, who won mover and shaker of the year as well as best event promoter in connection with her blog Volumes Hip Hop. The awards are based on community votes, which substantiates Sam’s place at the heart of the hip-hop scene. She tells me she got started in January 2017 wanting to do more than be a fangirl for her many rapper friends; “Kevin Boyd [AKA Son Zoo] told me the fall before I started the magazine that that’s the one thing we don’t have is exposure. There’s not a lot of hip hop exposure in the main magazines.” So she decided to create a blog that would give Athens hip hop the dedication and exposure it deserved, and in January it went full digital, including interviews, cultural pieces, and event listings. Javae Chapman, local artist known for his poetic, lo-fi style of hip-hop (you can listen to his brand new release here), says “Athens doesn’t even have a hip-hop radio station, so the only way to experience any hip-hop is to either create it yourself, or come out to a local show.”

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That’s one way that the Athens music scene has evolved – venues have become much more accepting of hip hop than they have been in the past. According to Sam, “I think the city has seen that hip hop is profitable to them. Maybe in the past there was a strong reaction against it because of some stereotypes but also I just don’t think they saw the worth of it.” Now, hip hop in Athens is becoming more mainstream, with Sam noting that “there are a lot more daytime events instead of hiding hip hop away at nighttime.” Amel Alyamani, Athens coordinator for music blog Hand Me The Aux, reported that the last show they put on sold out the Caledonia Lounge, a predominantly indie rock venue, saying “it was incredible how many supporters came out for the Athens artists.”

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Kxng Blanco

Despite challenges of visibility, artists have been achieving goals and making waves in Athens and beyond – Caulfield, the innovative, self-described “garage rap” hip hop collective comprised of Curtison Jones, DJ Luke Highwalker, and Scott Sutton, opened for Ugly God at the Georgia Theatre last fall and more recently, for Bone Thugs-n-Harmony at Terminal West in Atlanta. DK and Seline Haze, a local couple who are both independent up-and-coming rappers, “have probably done the most out-of-town shows that I’ve seen,” says Sam, but you can catch them in Athens on May 12th at Flicker Bar. Linqua Franqa, local hip hop star who has heavily impressed with her debut self-titled album, was praised in the New York Times for her SXSW performance, and is headlining Athfest this summer. Kxng Blanco, an 18-year-old Clarke Central High School student and promising newcomer in the scene, received media attention when he performed his song “Dear AmeriKKKa” at a Black History Month assembly and received an in-school suspension for it being deemed offensive. Alongside the rise of hip hop’s visibility in the town is a push by members of the scene to make a political difference in the community. Tommy Valentine, a former rapper and longtime pillar of the scene, is running for District 9 county commissioner while Mariah Parker AKA Linqua Franqa is running for District 2 county commissioner, both of whom have received ardent endorsements from various hip-hop artists in Athens.

 

The tight-knit community that defines and bolsters musicians in Athens doesn’t exclude its hip-hop artists; even in an overwhelmingly cut-throat, competitive genre, Sam tells me “there’s a lot more willingness to raise each other up in the community. Maybe it used to be more just a culture and now it’s truly a community.” Everyone I talked to agrees – SeanC, local rapper who dropped a remix of Nas’s “Life’s a Bitch” and Flight Facilities “Crave” late last year, recalled a moment at a Caulfield show when he felt truly accepted in the scene: “Not a lot at the event knew me at the time, and when Caulfield stepped off, some of the crowd left before my set. I vividly remember his DJ, Brian, Luke Highwalker grabbing me by the shoulder and saying, ‘that’s not how we do it around here.’ He walked outside, and grabbed the whole crowd, and brought them back. After him and Caulfield hyped the crowd he said, ‘You’re one of us now, and we rock with everyone’s shows.’” There is an adrenalized energy rumbling through the hip-hop scene in Athens, Georgia, and in the words of one of their own, SeanC, “it feels like it’s only a matter of time before someone blows up, and whoever it is, it’s well deserved,” and anyone who is familiar with these artists couldn’t agree more.

HINDS: ‘I Don’t Run’

Posted on April 6, 2018April 6, 2018 by Harper Bridges

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Hinds is back with the release of their much-anticipated sophomore studio album I Don’t Run, and they haven’t strayed from their ultra-cool, garage-tinged rock. Despite Hinds hailing from Madrid, I Don’t Run sounds like it was recorded in an American garage by four dogged women who aren’t putting up with your shit – oh wait, that last part is true. Hinds is Carlotta Cosials, Ana Perotte, Ade Martin, and Amber Grimbergen, a femme-tastic lineup that only ups their mystique amidst international buzz. “Talented” is perhaps the best word to describe the still-nascent band, as Cosials’s vocals effortlessly pierce the air above jangling guitar chords, flaunting the maturity of a band whose second album is even more arresting than the first without needing a soul-searching scramble for identity.

Hinds doesn’t hold back on I Don’t Run; Cosials obstinately sings “dude i get confused i’m not openly yours / and what about the necking when i came / should i’ve known before you were also banging her?” on “Tester,” one of the album’s most brazen songs. Hinds expertly toes a fine line between fun and gritty, between rock and pop – contrast “Tester” with the pop anthem “New For You” or the similarly catchy “Echoing My Name” that follows it and you’ll recognize a band that loves to let loose but is capable of restraint and tight melodies, but never exactly polish. Their lo-fi production is essential to their music, evoking a sense of comfort and relatability; there’s just something about hearing Cosials sing with a hint of weariness “you don’t need a lover but I don’t want – I don’t wanna go” over head-bobbing guitar hook that makes her infinitely human.

Some of the downtempo tracks on the album – in particular, “I Feel Cold But I Feel More” – carry a whiff of The Velvet Underground in their self-assured, minimalist panache. Sometimes this makes their denser tracks pale in comparison, as on tracks like “Rookie,” the layered voices of Cosials and Perrote eventually become grating; the back-and-forth on “Soberland” is a less overwhelming utilization of both member’s pipes, and acts as a testament to the band’s creativity.

I Don’t Run isn’t a far cry from Hinds’ first release Leave Me Alone, but that isn’t a bad thing. A little more vulnerable and a little more ambitious, Hinds continues to capture hearts with their signature easy garage-pop, and although they have claimed their stake in the American music scene, they remind us of their roots with album closer “Ma Nuit” (My Night). Although partially in French and English as well as Spanish, it drifts along on eerie, minor-keyed guitar strums that will transport you to the alleys of Barcelona’s gothic quarter, reminding us that Hinds is gracing our ears from across the ocean.

8/10

Show Review: Japanese Breakfast at the 40 Watt Club

Posted on April 5, 2018May 23, 2018 by Harper Bridges

From the moment she stepped onto Athens’ 40 Watt stage, Michelle Zauner captivated with her easy, self-assured energy and verve. Donning a white jumpsuit with winged shoulder pads, she could have been mistaken for an angel even before she started singing, and I am confident that I was in the majority when I fell in love over the ensuing hour. She played a set that peaked and relented at the perfect moments, delighting the tightly-packed crowd seemingly just by being herself. Cute, whimsical, and raw, she interacted with the crowd in a more personal way than many artists, responding to intermittent shouts of “you’re doing great!” with sincere appreciation, quipping at one point “Athens is just like a self-help book.” She reiterated several times that the night was Japanese Breakfast’s debut in Athens, and sang the town’s praises, fostering a sublimely warm and intimate atmosphere.

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In my opinion, the live version of Japanese Breakfast was much more arresting than the recorded version of Japanese Breakfast. The soundscapes even more lush, the bass lines even more grooving, the excitement palpable – Zauner expended much of her energy at the beginning of the show jumping around during “Machinist” and “Road Head,” at one point sauntering between opposite corners of the stage and leaning down into the audience, eliciting wild cheers. She even graced the people of Athens with a new song, “2042,” guitar-driven and relatively subdued. Obviously enjoying herself, she confessed between songs that this was a “dream come true” before the lights faded from purple to blue and she said endearingly “we’re gonna play some quiet ones if that’s…chill.” When the bassist and drummer quietly disappeared, the silence emphasized the chattier people in the crowd, but when Zauner’s voice pierced the air with “Till Death,” it quickly shut everyone in the room up. She went on to play “This House” to an engrossed audience, continuing a trend of playing songs mostly from her slightly fuller sophomore album “Soft Sounds From Another Planet,” released last year, but Psychopomp was also well-represented. Zauner dialed the energy back up with “Rugged Country” and appropriately punctuated her set with the head-bobbing, feel-good “Everybody Wants to Love You.” Perhaps for being such a well-behaved, positive audience, Athens was treated to what was apparently “the second encore we’ve ever done”, in which Japanese Breakfast played the rockin’ “Diving Woman.” And just like that, an ethereal, euphoric concert experience was capped, but the sound of Zauner’s haunting voice blanketing the atmosphere is still ringing in the back of my head, to my absolute pleasure.

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All photos by Harper Bridges

Decemberists: ‘I’ll Be Your Girl’

Posted on March 19, 2018March 19, 2018 by Harper Bridges

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Veteran indie rockers The Decemberists, helmed by frontman Colin Meloy, officially released their eighth full-length album I’ll Be Your Girl on March 16th, and while it showcases Meloy’s enchanting vibrato and occasionally conjures a vaguely maritime aesthetic, it veers off-course of traditional Decemberists material in most ways. The band utilizes milky, spacey synths on several songs, and “Severed” in particular revolves around a pulsing synth line that sounds like it belongs on a late-night club DJ’s playlist.

I’ll Be Your Girl marks some stylistic changes for The Decemberists, but overall results in feeling a little lackluster compared to earlier releases–“Starwatcher” is particularly dull, failing to commit to either an ethereal minimalism or dense excitement, and Meloy seems to have adopted a penchant for repetition, singing “everything” so many times in a zealous bouncy melody on “Everything is Awful” that you might find that you hate the word when it’s all over. But this is a common thread on the album: upbeat, buoyant melodies with track titles of “Everything is Awful” and “We All Die Young.” Meloy shines in his dark songwriting, choosing his first words of the album “oh for once in my life / could just something go / could just something go right?” on opening track “Once in My Life.” His gloom hovers above sugary instrumentals throughout the album, straying from the epic journeys of folklore often employed as The Decemberists’s lyrical content (we never actually learn why everything is awful, but it seems like a summary of what Meloy is trying to express on I’ll Be Your Girl). On “Tripping Along” he sings “what I would do to lie with you, die in your arms” and on “Sucker’s Prayer” “I want to love somebody but I don’t know how / I want to throw my body in the river and drown.”

The Decemberists make sure to incorporate enough of their signature bizarre ear-catchers on I’ll Be Your Girl, like the high-pitched “na na na na na’s” on “Your Ghost” or the children’s voices on the chorus of “We All Die Young,” anchors to their off-kilter image as they experiment elsewhere on the album. The latter has a big-band, Western feel, with a featured saxophone, stomping and clapping, and a sonorous chorus. “Sucker’s Prayer” similarly contains prominent, saloon-ish piano lines and has a rockin’ guitar solo to boot, a dramatic shift from the ’80s-era synths that characterize the beginning of the album. The Decemberists slow it down on penultimate track “Rusalka, Rusalka / Wild Rushes,” an eight-minute apocalyptic epic reminiscent of their most popular material; oozing with drama, it swells gradually, solidifying itself as the most rewarding track of I’ll Be Your Girl, as it sticks out from its preceding short tracks which often leave you wanting more.

Overall, I’ll Be Your Girl is not an album that will make waves, but is a solid addition to an 18-year-old band’s discography. Colin Meloy still has his beloved chops and is rife with poetic ideas, and doesn’t seem to be slowing down anytime soon.

Soccer Mommy: ‘Clean’

Posted on March 2, 2018March 2, 2018 by Harper Bridges

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Soccer Mommy (aka Sophie Allison) hasn’t abandoned her lo-fi bedroom pop aesthetic in her latest album Clean, just dialed up the production value a notch and added some layers. Her coming-of-age, sometimes naïve, sometimes adolescently self-deprecating, sometimes wise lyrics still sit unassailably at the forefront of her songs, filling whatever space they’re listened in with raw honesty. The satisfying guitar hook of “Your Dog” and prominent bassline of “Skin” propel Soccer Mommy into rock territory, but the most engrossing tracks are the ones in which Allison’s voice isn’t cloaked by a host of instruments.  In “Scorpio Rising”, her voice soothes over acoustic guitar before retreating into the depths of a full backing band, and when it re-emerges to sing “kiss you in the park / we’ll meet up after dark,” it is oh-so-satisfying.

Allison’s voice is tender, but her songs possess the sardonic grit of a frustrated 20-year-old trying to navigate romance and self-discovery. She sings in second track “Cool,” “Mary has a heart of coal / she’ll break you down and eat you whole” before admitting “I wanna be that cool.” What’s confusing is that she does seem that cool, but keep listening and you’ll realize that her insecurity is a point of emphasis on the album. In “Last Girl,” she declares, “I want to be like your last girl,” good-naturedly lauding a boy’s ex-girlfriend with praises such as “she’s so sweet / and she’s so pretty / even more than me.” As if exalting this girl isn’t enough in itself, she goes on to sing, “I am just a dying flower / I don’t hold the summer in my eyes.”

The unfiltered nature of Clean’s lyrics is both a strength and a weakness, at some points evoking discomfort and pity a little too aggressively; throughout the album, Allison refuses to let you forget that she is only 20. Her bitter songwriting reveals a soft underbelly, one that has been abused and handled carelessly; although she seems to hide behind a façade of flippancy and anger, she allows us to see her sensitive side as well. Her voice vibrates in melancholic “Blossom (Wasting All My Time)” over swelling atmospheric instrumentals as she offers the most vulnerable lyrics of the album with “wasting all my time wondering if he really loved me” but twisting the sentiment halfway into an innocent but resolute declaration: “I’ll be spending all my time with someone who really wants me.” Digesting these lyrics in conjunction with the lyrics of Clean’s other tracks, you’ll find a unique and youthful perspective of the world from someone who truly has something interesting to say.

Lyrical depth isn’t the only lure of Clean, however, as Soccer Mommy delivers a cohesive and pleasing string of soft pop melodies and echoing guitar riffs. For the most part, she utilizes her instrumentation well, but still seems the most comfortable with an acoustic guitar in hand (I personally thought that her acoustic “Interlude” particularly stood out in its creativity), and continually falls back on down-tempo tracks with melodies built upon moderate interval jumps (“Still Clean,” “Flaw,” “Scorpio Rising,” “Wildflowers”). This makes it feel like the album is divided into two distinct sections with two varieties of tracks, but Allison pulls off her up-tempo tracks like “Cool” and “Your Dog” with skill, which indicates that Soccer Mommy is continuing to grow and improve, making Clean a solid listen.

8/10

Marlon Williams: ‘Make Way for Love’

Posted on February 19, 2018February 19, 2018 by Harper Bridges

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Marlon Williams is only 27 years old, but unfailingly keeps proving that his musical maturity is a force to be reckoned with.

With a crooning voice that upon first listen may be mistaken for Elvis’s, Marlon lulls into captivation anyone who’s listening in his second solo album, Make Way for Love, combining the styles of early country with early rock n’ roll to shape a sound that the singer will make you believe has been disgracefully missing from modern music. From the first guitar strums of the title track “Come to Me,” Marlon establishes a lush, vulnerable atmosphere that he adamantly sustains until the final note.

But the native New Zealander is not a one-trick pony; he sprinkles elements of surf rock in “Party Boy” in a way so nuanced that you might not even notice yourself grooving. And smooth synth notes make an appearance in “Love is a Terrible Thing,” a shred of evidence that Marlon is not merely recreating tender music of old but breathing new life into it. Make no mistake: Make Way for Love will transport you into a long-gone era of soothing love ballads strummed into the ether by a handsome heartthrob, but Marlon taps into universal themes of love and all that accompanies it (heartbreak, jealousy, lust, bitterness) in a conceptual and robust exploration that lays enough on the table for anyone to find resonance.

The album floats along from an ode to the innocent joy of love in “Come to Me” to the warm pleas to his lover in “Beautiful Dress” (“let me wear you like a beautiful dress/let me love you”), the undertones of dripping melancholy cluing you into the retrospective nature of the album and preparing you for the descent into heart-wrenching territory. Marlon writes lyrics with the visceral anguish of Nick Cave and sings them with the gentle restraint of Roy Orbison; he sings, “people tell me/‘boy you dodged a bullet’/but if only it had hit me/then I’d know the peace it brings” in “Love is a Terrible Thing” and begins the similarly mournful “I Didn’t Make A Plan” with, “I didn’t make a plan to break your heart/but it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever done” before later belting out apocalyptic “hey-yo”s.

His melodrama is far from tawdry or unrelatable, at once making you feel both profoundly sorry for and profoundly in awe of him, and it all culminates in the penultimate track, “Nobody Gets What They Want Anymore.” Hearing Marlon trill “I cannot explain/emotions I can barely afford to contain” in a duet with the subject of the entire album, former girlfriend Aldous Harding (a musical force of her own), suddenly makes everything clearer–and hurt a lot more. No song has better encapsulated Marlon’s talent for baring his soul in a maturely tactful way, serving as a microcosm of the entirety of Make Way for Love. He is even kind enough to alleviate some of the burden of the first 10 tracks with his farewell, “Make Way for Love,” an angelic soft pop track we realized we desperately needed only after listening to it.

Make Way for Love is a rare example of an artistic work crafted so masterfully while feeling so natural and genuine that it is effortless to listen to, swelling with atmospheric emotion and directing all thought to the contemplation of Marlon’s poetic and arresting lyrics. With only his second solo album, Marlon has utilized his timeless voice in the creation of a timeless piece of art, which makes us hopeful that the best is yet to come.

10/10

Born Ruffians: ‘Uncle, Duke & The Chief’

Posted on February 16, 2018February 16, 2018 by Harper Bridges

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In their latest release, Uncle, Duke & the Chief, Born Ruffians continue to do exactly what is expected of them: yodel out jangly, catchy indie rock tunes. Whether or not you’re fatigued by the lack of substantial evolution from the band who released their first full-length album almost 10 years ago is for you to decide. In 2008, the three-piece outfit felt aligned with their indie contemporaries in a genre that was making waves, but unlike many other bands, stuck to their guns and their signature sound regardless of indie rock’s peak and plunge from the spotlight. Miraculously, however, their steam-engine mentality has landed them back in an era that once again appreciates safe, feel-good indie rock, and that brings us to Uncle, Duke, & the Chief.

Title track “Forget Me” kicks off the album with stripped-down rhythmic guitar strums supporting Luke Lalonde’s twangy vocals that often enter into The Black Lips’s Jared Swilley territory in their visceral screechiness. Lalonde’s distinct voice is the puzzle piece that elevates Born Ruffian’s fifth LP into more interesting territory.  Listening to the second track, “Miss You,” might lead one to the conclusion that Lalonde is a robot who has been studying human behavior for years and has boastfully published his thesis which reads, “I really miss you / I miss you so much baby / I miss you now / but do you miss me the way I miss you baby?” But the disconnect between the lyrics, the upbeat, heavy instrumentals, and Lalonde’s emotional yet lighthearted singing somehow works in the context of the album.  Born Ruffians are masters of melody and composition, assuaging their listeners with an almost-indistinguishable warbling synth note here and there, nostalgic whistles, and euphonic cascading guitar riffs as on “Side Tracked,” crafting a lulled atmosphere that makes the blasé lyrics fade into the background. In other words, Born Ruffians sufficiently compensate for their weaknesses.

Uncle, Duke & the Chief maintains variety in its 9 songs clocking in at about the 30-minute mark.  The soft rock rhythm section underscores the soulful pop vocals on “Side Tracked,” which is followed by a driving reverbed drum beat on “Fade to Black,” which is immediately followed by the nostalgic ballad “Love Too Soon” containing Mac Demarco-esque hazy guitar effects. Born Ruffians understands that the middle of the album is where listeners tend to get lost and deplete their arsenal of creative tactics on tracks 3-5. Unfortunately, past track 5 they weaken with four stale (and almost awkward in the case of “Tricky”, which seems like a desperate attempt to jar listeners into paying attention with its harsh marching-band drum beat and mechanical guitar screeching) indie rock tunes that don’t have much to offer save for Lalonde’s enduringly pleasing vocals.

Overall, Uncle, Duke, & the Chief reinforces the fact that Born Ruffians knows who they are and will never change, for better or worse. Listeners who are craving more catchy, melodic tracks from the indie group will without a doubt enjoy the album, which is lush and well-crafted with a few missteps. As long as no one is desperately craving some deeper emotional vulnerability from the band, whose generic lyrics continue to frustrate (mentioning masturbation on “Love Too Soon” is about as gritty as it gets), there’s enough to like about this album to give it a listen.

7/10

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