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Review of Nonpoint’s Nonpoint Album

Nonpoint Album CoverOf all the albums to come out in 2012, few had as many questions surrounding them as the latest from Nonpoint. The previous year brought significant lineup changes, a label change and founding members, Elias Soriano and Robb Rivera also both became fathers. At both the professional and personal level, it was clear that we could expect something different from Nonpoint. I’m not sure anybody fully expected just exactly what Nonpoint was ready to unleash on the world.

The previous two Nonpoint albums—Vengeance and Miracle, respectively—by the band’s own admission, didn’t quite go in the direction they were completely pleased with, though those still contain songs that are major crowd pleasers. Still, many fan forums noted a preference for the band’s first four releases. As the writing and recording process progressed for Nonpoint, Rivera often mentioned that the new material brought together many of the best elements of those first four records. Just one listen and you’ll hear just how accurate of a statement that was.

Let’s be very clear and upfront about this: Nonpoint is the best album of Nonpoint’s career to date. It brings together the rawness of Statement, the melodicism of Development, the aggression of Recoil and the maturity of To The Pain.

To break down the elements that make this album so great, a few things stand out, namely: Elias’s vocals; the two-guitar attack of Dave Lizzio and Rasheed Thomas; the lock step timing of bassist Adam Woloszyn and drummer Robb Rivera; and the mature use of dynamics to give each song the maximum punch.

From the start, Nonpoint’s Elias Soriano was initially pigeon-holed as a rapper and Nonpoint was often lumped into the rap-rock nu-metal genre. Album after album, however, Soriano has proven that rapping is just one element of his style. When he wants to, Soriano has not only solid rock voice, but the melodic sensibilities to get the most from his voice. What he brings to the table this time, however, is even more. It’s a passion that goes deeper than the mere anger or frustration that fuels so many hard rock records. It’s a soulful expression come to life with a razor-sharp delivery that doesn’t just convey an emotion, it cuts through everything else and touches the common soulfulness in listeners. The end result is connection that makes listeners feel like they are not just listening to a record, but actually sharing a bond that, at its core, touches on the very essence of what it means to be human… to be angry, to love, to regret and, yes, to put your head down and press forward.

When the band announced that, for the first time in its existence, it was becoming a two-guitar band, I have to tell you, I was intrigued by the sonic possibilities. Little did any of us expect that Nonpoint was getting ready to unleash metal’s newest two-headed guitar monster in the form of Dave Lizzio and Rasheed Thomas. On this album, they lay a real blueprint of the contemporary dual-guitar attack. Eschewing the Iron Maiden or Judas Priest approach of harmony leads, Lizzio and Thomas team up to take riffing to uncommon territory. Sometimes it’s a combination of dry signal and wah-drenched riffing. Sometimes it’s chords played in different positions for a wall of sound. Sometimes it’s single-note lines mimicking the main riffs. Sometimes it’s contrary harmonic lines. Sometimes it’s all of those things in the same song, such as is the case with “International Crisis”. The approach is not uncommon compared to a handful of post-hardcore bands, but Lizzio and Thomas execute with deadly precision and pinpoint timing. Of course, this is just the approach, which says nothing of the innovative riff writing that, quite simply, rocks. Slippery riffs weave through a multitude of notes before resolving into rhythmic grinding. The total effect is smart riffing that still knocks you on your ass. One can’t help but think, somewhere, Brother Dimebag is smiling.

The other new face in Nonpoint is bassist, Adam Woloszyn. To be honest, to think that this is the first time that he and Rivera have worked together is almost unbelievable. The lockstep timing they maintain functions more like one solid rhythm machine than two different instruments playing together. Throughout the album, whether riffs are ahead of the beat, on the beat, or behind the beat, it’s almost as if the same nervous system is driving both men. It’s impressive as hell. Rivera seems to feel that, too, as he hits the drums harder on this album than anything in the past. You listen to the drums on “I Said It,” “Go Time,” or “Temper” and you get that sense that he’s not hitting the drums as much as he is attacking them. He’s been one of the most solid drummers in metal over the last decade, but this time out, he really upped his game. At times, it’s like listening to Anthrax’s Charlie Benante or Sepultura’s Igor Cavalera.

This takes us to the final element that makes Nonpoint the band’s most complete album to date: dynamics. The arrangements and use of dynamics to achieve tension and push/pull is fantastic. This manifests in arrangements that feature straight-ahead drums under quick-moving riffs, or soft parts interspersed between heavier parts or busy riffs alternated with wide open chord progressions. Even the song order progresses in a natural ways with high-octane cuts like, “Lights, Camera, Action” and “Temper” alternating with mid-tempo stompers like “Go Time” and “Pandora’s Box”.

If you prefer your metal sans the cookie monster vocals and nonstop blastbeats, this is one of the year’s must have albums. From the Spanish-tinged soloing on the beginnining of “Ashes,” to the bare-knuckle, ass-kicking stomp of “Go Time,” to the pure vitriol of “I Said It,” Nonpoint hits it with a fire that simply incredible. If this is what “the new Nonpoint” sounds like, then sign me up for the next decade, because it’s hard to imagine how it could get much better. This is simply one of the best rock albums of 2012.

Period.

Review of Projected Human

Projected HumanNow veterans of the the hard rock / metal scene, Sevendust has proven that syncopated riffs, huge hooks and sincere vocals, when crafted by the right people, are damn near bulletproof. Indeed, when Clint Lowery departed the band for a few albums, they forged ahead on the songwriting strength of the remaining members. Lowery’s eventual return for 2009′s Cold Day Memory was seamless.

While it’s easy to hear the talent level whenever you listen to a Sevendust album, it wasn’t until 2012 that we were able to finally see just how much Sevendust has the deck stacked. In June, Clint Lowery and Morgan Rose released their Call Me No One side-project debut, Last Parade to critical acclaim. The record features Lowery on guitar and vocals with Rose behind the kit and on backing vocals. The resemblance to Sevendust was hard to miss, but the album certainly was solid on its own merits.

Three months later, another side project has come from the Sevendust camp; this one features guitarist, John Connolly and bassist, Vinnie Hornsby. The band is called Projected and it is rounded out by drummer, Scott Philips and guitarist, Eric Friedman. Their debut is called, Human and the album is one of the most pleasant surprises of 2012.

Let’s cut to the chase; is there anything John Connolly can’t do? He started his music career as a drummer before assuming a guitar role in the pre-Sevendust act, Snake Nation. In Projected, he also handles vocal duties and writes all the material. Listening to Human is a lot like listening to a Sevendust record. The riffs are very familiar. And, while his vocal timbre is distinct from Sevendust vocalist, Lajon Witherspoon, the sense of melody is very much the same.

Where Human really shines, however, is in the songwriting. Each song is imbued with a sense of dynamics that are at once mature and polished, but also packed with a youthful assertion. The dynamics of busy riffing under soaring vocals in a track like “Watch it Burn” display a complexity that is almost unnoticed because of the powerful sing-along-ability of the chorus melody. It’s masterful and it’s just one example (of many) that could be cited on Human.

The real treat, however, is that this sense of dynamics extends beyond individual songs. The entire album pulses and moves like one full musical statement. This is notable for two reasons: 1) This is a side project and side projects often tend to sound like a collection of songs tossed together, and 2) We live in an age of singles and individual song downloads that are often prized over full album coherence.

While the album is full of all the bombast you’d expect from musicians that play in Sevendust, Alter Bridge and Creed, there are unexpected moments of tenderness that really add depth to Human. Perhaps the best example is the song “12804,” which is Connolly’s tribute to his friend, Dimebag Darrell (Pantera/Damageplan), who left this world on 12/08/04. While written for Darrell, the lyrics surely resonate with anyone who has lost a loved one too soon.

In total, Human is everything a contemporary rock record should be. It brings together each player’s strengths to achieve a sum that is greater than the individual parts, which is usually the downfall of the “super group” concept. Each musician buys into Connolly’s songwriting and delivers performances that serve the song perfectly. From start to finish, Human is engaging and appeals to listeners on many different levels of cognition. Frankly, it’s one of the best albums of the year, regardless of genre.

The Veer Union Divide The Blackened Sky Review

The Veer Union Divide The Blackened Sky CoverCanadian rockers, The Veer Union, racked up a lot of airplay with their 2009 release, Against The Grain, thanks primarily to the success of the single, “Seasons.” That single was indicative of the album as whole. Led by Crispin Earl’s uncanny ability to craft very catchy melodies, Against The Grain was one of those rare albums that you could put on for the first track and keep listening to the end without getting bored.

So skip ahead to 2012. After a change in record labels, The Veer Union drops Divide The Blackened Sky and one thing is for certain, they are not playing nice this time around. Don’t get me wrong, the strength of the album is still Crispin Earl’s vocal hooks. The gap between the hooks and the rest of the elements has closed considerably. The end result is an album that is even more listenable.

The most noticeable difference is that this is just a tougher record. From the first words Crispin Earl growls (“I’m tired of being told to bite my tongue”), we can sense pent up energy that is just waiting to explode. That same energy is felt in the guitars, which are a lot louder and heavier this time around. The riffs are bigger. The drum crashes are harder. In all, it sounds like The Veer Union didn’t just set out to record an album as much as to attack the performance and make a statement.

That power is balanced, however, by smarter songwriting this time around. Guitar melodies decorate choruses in a way that adds depth without taking away from the power. It’s not easy to do and they nailed it this time. That growth alone would be noteworthy, but they didn’t settle there. To further accent Earl’s vocals, the band worked out sensible harmonies and backing vocals. They even let guitarist, Eric Schraeder be more prominent on vocals, particularly on the track “Last Days of Life” where his voice sounds remarkably similar to Seether singer, Shaun Morgan.

In the end, all of this adds up to tracks that are simply dynamite and designed to thrive in a live setting. From the title track, to the opener “Borderline,” to the momentous “Live Another Day,” Divide The Blackened Sky is loaded with potential hits. The final result is an extremely listenable album in a time when other bands are focusing trying to get a breakthrough single. Chalk one up for The Veer Union.

Review of 3 Pill Morning’s Black Tie Love Affair

3 Pill MorningAs a reviewer, I get tons of music to listen to each week. It’s rare, however, that I get an album that shows a band so clearly in transition. That’s what we get with the new offering from 3 Pill Morning.

I first heard 3 Pill Morning last year on tour with Nonpoint and at a Festival show, both before actually hearing a recording of them. I was impressed with how polished they sounded live. I was let down a little later when the recording didn’t do the band’s live sound justice. In some respects, that also hold true for Black Tie Love Affair.

Let’s get right down to it. These guys have the deck stacked against them. They craft mid-tempo rock songs aimed right at a radio segment that is almost impossible to break into because it is being clogged with bands like Nickelback, Shinedown, Seether, My Darkest Days and the like. And, to be sure, you can hear some of that sound on Black Tie Love Affair, particularly on sings like “Rain”, which sounds much like a cross between Seether’s “Fake It” and Nickelback’s “Burn it to the Ground”. In fact, “We’re burning this place to the ground,” is an actual lyric in “Rain”.

This is the kind of thing that makes it hard for a younger band to breakthrough. Further into the album, however, we start to get elements that are unique to 3 Pill Morning and if they are going to break through, these will be the things that make it possible.

First, Black Tie Love Affair is loaded with songs that are built around big hooks with singable melodies. Jeff Stebbins has a solid voice and great pitch, so this is a no-brainer. Next, the band is moving away from the simple riffing that marked some of its earlier efforts and is beginning to incorporate riffs that combine single-note patterns for more variety. Prime examples are “I Want That For You” and “Drive By Lies,” which are also two of the best tracks on the album.

3 Pill Morning Black Tie Love AffairThe final element that really separates 3 Pill Morning from the pack is the way they play with rhythm. They seamlessly shift into half-time grooves and, more notably, they are becoming adept at integrating the occasional 3/4 time signature, such as in the choruses of “So Good To leave You” and “Daddy’s Little Girl”. This change in and out of standard 4/4 time into other time signatures is a hallmark of more progressive rock bands (i.e., Dream Theater, Periphery, etc.) and alt bands known for their willingness to experiment (i.e., Soundgarden or System of a Down). It’s rare to hear it, however, in a band that is so commercially targeted. That they do it so well that the casual listener is not jarred by it is a testament to their progress as songwriters.

In the end, Black Tie Love Affair will sound very familiar even upon the first listen. Some songs are very similar to current rock radio fare. At times, however, another band starts to show its head. It’s that band—the band 3 Pill Morning is becoming—that is becoming that is much more fun to listen to and will be the one that eventually separates them from a very crowded commercial-rock field.

Claude Violante EP Review

Claude Violante CoverOperating as one half of the duo known as Haussmann, Claude Violante has taken time to put out a solo effort. The result is an infectious collection of analog synth goodness, Linndrum beats and reverb-drenched vocal melodies.

The opening track, “For You” is a melancholy charmer that spells out exactly what you can expect from the next three tracks. Layers of synth pads over simple bouncing one-note minor key basslines provide the perfect backdrop for Violente’s simple, yet pitch perfect melodies (which are also treated heaping helpings of reverb). And, while the melodies shimmer like sunlight on water, Violante’s restraint in letting the music drive the track is a pleasant surprise.

If there is a yang to “For You”‘s yin, it’s the second track, “Your Way.” The thick arpeggiated basslines, piano stabs and disco claps put this track squarely on the dance floor, echoing early Heaven 17, China Crisis and even Moby. The vocal phrasing, however, is very contemporary and should appeal to fans of Lisa Shaw and Samantha James.

If there was one song that would make my “Dancing All Night on a Rooftop at the End of Summer” playlist, it would be the closing track, “Parade,” with its beat that comes squarly out of early Juan Atkins projects like Cybotron and Model 500.

In the end, Claude Violante bides by the old adage of “leave them wanting more” as the only real flow with this release is that there isn’t enough of it. So set your iPod to repeat, as it will save you the time of having to manually start it over and over again.

Janus Nox Aeris Review

Janus Nox AerisIf you have a rock radio station in your area, it’s likely you got a good dose of Janus’s “Eyesore” a couple of years ago. It was a catchy single that introduced a “10-year overnight success” rock band to the masses. While it didn’t make a HUGE impact, you likely have friends that say they have not heard of Janus, but then say, “Oh, I know that song.”

For band that’s been slogging at it since 1998, that kind of small victory is one on which you can start to build a really solid foundation, which Janus has done. They released another single that got some play (“If I Were You”) and toured the living crap out of Red Right Return.

And it has paid off in spades.

Okay, so enough burying the lede: Nox Aeris is the first must-have hard rock album of 2012.

The amount of growth from Red Right Return to Nox Aeris is remarkable. While I enjoyed the former and spun it quite a bit, it was fortunately just a hint of what Janus is capable of, much of which is revealed on Nox Aeris.

This time around, Janus makes not just a musical statement, but an artistic one by issuing an album that is full of rock-solid songs that, against the odds, is greater than the sum of its parts. Sounding at once like the perfect blend of Deftones, 10 Years and old-school Tool, Janus parlays those influences into a signature sound through subtle and smart infusion of electronic sounds and the vulnerability of David Scotney’s vocal delivery.

After repeated listens, however, you’ll find new things jumping out of the mix. This is where the maturity of Janus is on full display. The riffs and progressions are far from stock. Guitarist, Mike Tyranski shows a masterful touch in knowing when the riff should drive the track and when simple textural accents can add a haunting touch that is carried by the solid rhythm section of bassist, Alan Quitman, and drummer, Johnny Salazar.

The first single, “Stains,” is already getting spins on rock radio and, for a single, it’s a good a choice as any. Other songs that could really make an impact are the hypnotic “Lifeless,” the driving “A Promise to No One,” or the heart-twisting ballad, “Always Rains.” In short, Janus has stacked the deck for rock radio. It seems that every year, one rock band breaks out big and 2012 could very well be Janus’s year. In fact, in a just world, it should be Janus’s year.

If you are tired of the rock-radio predictability of bands like Shinedown, Pop Evil, Saving Abel and the like, then Nox Aeris will be a feast for your earholes, combining top-notch songwriting and soaring vocal melodies that you’ll want to sing along to at the top of your lungs.

It drops on March 27th. You should pick it up on that day. Seriously… albums this good need to be rewarded.

BT Live at Elektricity in Pontiac, MI Review

Few, if any, artists have done as much to redefine the possibilities of electronic music than BT. His live shows have become the stuff of legends and his sporadic tour schedule has made him a must-see when he rolls through your town.

BT at ElektricityAs much as I wanted this show to be as legendary as it could’ve been, it just wasn’t meant to be. In an odd twist, however, it wasn’t for a lack of effort on BT’s part.

There’s really just no other way to say it: Elektricity in Pontiac, MI is the worst venue I have ever had the misfortune of visiting.

Doors were supposed to open at 9:00. They opened at 9:30, which left a long line of people standing outside on a cold February, Michigan night for 30 minutes.

The opening DJ, YOS, was spinning when doors opened. And he kept spinning… and spinning… and spinning well past midnight. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t BT, which is why everyone was there in the first place.

Finally, at about 12:30, BT started. Within five minutes of the set opening, the house deck on the stage blew, bringing the set to a screeching halt. A somewhat helpless BT moved to the front of the stage to shake hands and talk to members of the crowd while the house crew supposedly worked to fix the problem.

After 10 minutes, which was like an eternity for a crowd that hand already been waiting for hours, about 25% of the crowd left. Many others began chanting for a refund. At the house board there was on guy, about 20 years old, texting. The opening DJ, YOS, was up on stage at the stage deck fiddling with channels trying to get something working as well.

This is where things really started to go downhill and why I will never be seeing another show at Elektricity.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been to a show when there has been technical difficulties; it happens. At other venues, however, someone from management usually gets on the house mic and explains to the crowd what is happening, asks for patience, gives an ETA on getting the issue fixed and sometimes even runs a drink special while they are working on the issue so that the paying customers know whether they should stay or go.

None of that happened here. In fact, you couldn’t find a visible member of management anywhere. What you could see everywhere, however, were camera guys. They were on the stage during the performance, which is something I have never seen before. In fact, at one point, BT was yelling at one of them to get out of the way… yes, he was that close.

This, of course, made the natives even more restless and the unusually large contingent of Jersey-Shore-type douchebags crawling in the place started picking fights with each other, to which security seemed to simply ignore as far as I could see.

After another five minutes, YOS came back up on stage and held up five fingers and yelled “Five minutes,” to a chorus of cheers from the fans who stuck it out.

When BT came back out, it was slow going getting the groove back and it was clear that the sound still wasn’t right and running at about half volume with virtually no treble or higher mids. BT noticed the problem, too, and was trying to get the sound guy to bring down the side monitors and push up the house speakers. Of course, the sound guy didn’t see the wild gestures coming from the stage—still texting—which led to YOS running back and forth between the stage and the sound board in an attempt to get the gear working right so BT could just focus on the performance.

BT continued, but it was just tough getting the groove back. Ever the professional, however, BT kept engaging the crowd to make them feel like they were part of the show. It wasn’t until about 1:40 a.m. that the speakers finally sounded right. And in Michigan, bars/clubs close at 2:00 a.m. At about 1:50 a.m. someone from management stepped into the booth to (presumably) tell BT it was getting close to closing time, which seemed to irritate EVERYBODY in the place.

Still, BT quickly faded into the Ferry Corsten classic, “Punk,” then into a brief medley of songs from his own album, These Hopeful Machines, before bringing the night to a rousing close. Through it all, he remained a consummate professional and showed why he’s revered as not only one of the most talented musicians in the game, but such a well-respected artist again. He kept pushing through disastrous consequences to engage the crowd and make the best of the night. If only the same could be said about the club’s management.

Blog Rocking Beat’s Top 10 Albums of 2011

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As music delivery becomes more and more digital, the music spectrum outside the Top 40 has become more diverse than ever. That said, this year’s BRB Top 10 albums are a diverse bunch that feature a combination of up-and-coming artists, as well as some who are old enough to be your parents.

Without further ado…

10. Mr. Lewis and the Funeral 5 – Delirium Tremendous: Roll up your sleeves and order a few drinks, because this is a soundtrack for the night. If The Presets met The Kinks at a Tom Waits concert, you’d just begin to get an idea of the swagger Mr. Lewis and the Funeral 5 deliver.

9. Kyng – Trampled Sun: Kyng succeeds where so many other rock bands have failed. They combine classic rock, grunge, and metal into a sound that is wholly unique and incredibly listenable for fans of just about any kind of rock. They call it “California Heavy.” We call it “Fan-f#cking-tastic!”

8. Animals As Leaders – Weightless: Often, the problem with pushing the extremes is that the extremes are almost unlistenable. You can only play it so fast, detuned so far, or in so many odd time signatures before it becomes about catering to the extreme itself and not making a musical statement. Enter Animals As Leaders and their mastermid guitarist, Tosin Abasi, who combines soaring melodies, djent rhythms and odd time signatures in a way that is listenable… in the extreme. Weightless is rewriting the rulebook for progressive metal.

7. Grand Pianoramax – Smooth Danger: To call Smooth Danger an eclectic album would be a tremendous understatement. Never has one album combined funk, electronic, hip hop, and avant garde music in a a way that is so completely organic. If you are looking for candy pop, look elsewhere. Smooth Danger is 88 keys and the truth!

6. Russian Circles – Empros: Funny thing about Russian Circles. They’ve proven, record after record, that a great album doesn’t need a vocalist to tell a story. And while SPIN spends countless pages stroking Explosions in the Sky, Russian Circles drops Empros, which reaffirms what music fans already knew: while Explosions in the Sky is good, Russian Circles still rules the realm of post-rock instrumentalism.

5. Younger Brother – Vaccine: When bands make lineup changes, they instantly put themselves up for criticism. Many diehards were tough on Vaccine for all the ways it wasn’t like its predecessors. What most of them failed to realize was that, judged completely on its own merits, not only was Vaccine a stellar album, it was one of the best from any band in 2011. Vaccine brings together elements of ambient electronica and indie dream pop in a collection of convincing and infectious songs.

4. Anthrax – Worship Music: I grew up in the denim and leather generation with Anthrax and Metallica patches on my jean jacket. I say this so we can establish some credentials to remove any hyperbole from this statement: After 30 years, Anthrax released the album of their career with Worship Music. That alone is reason enough for you to have this album in your collection. Period.

3. Alert New London – Youth: From the rock hotbed of Columbus, Ohio comes Alert New London. Their unique brand of melancholia is visceral and never forced in a way that hasn’t been heard in more than a decade. From lyrics to music, this is the complete package.

2. Scarlet Season – The Taxidermist: Many reviewers called out the obvious influence of Tori Amos, but Scarlet Season goes further, incorporating elements of minimalist electronica into her beautiful, angst-ridden vocal delivery. Indeed, The Taxidermist exudes a panorama of dynamics not seen since Siouxsie Sioux.

1. Egypt Central – White Rabbit: In an age of singles, many bands are abandoning the concept of an album that contains songs that, together, make a statement. Egypt Central fly directly in the face of convention, then, with White Rabbit. The album follows the story of someone succumbing to his addictions and the perils that come with it. Musically, each song could be a single and a staple of rock radio. Together, these elements bring music fans what they long for most, but are finding in shorter supply each year: an album they can listen to from beginning to end and never want to skip a track. In the end, White Rabbit gets our vote as the top album of 2011 because it was the most accessible album we heard all year that didn’t sacrifice an ounce of integrity, coming out leaps and bounds more mature than its predecessor.

Steafàn Hanvey and the Honeymoon Junkies Review

Let’s cut right to the chase; if you say you are a fan of music, you are a fan of Steafàn Hanvey and The Honeymoon Junkies.

When someone proclaims himself a singer-songwriter, I tend to roll my eyes a little. Most often, his singing is mediocre, which is far better than his songwriting. For those who call themselves a singer-songwriter, I now say, “Listen to Steafàn Hanvey… then go practice some more.”

Hanvey has a knack of bringing together elements of blues, folk, and strings in a way that is completely organic and song-serving, combining acoustic guitar, electric guitar, cellos, stand up basses and more under his smooth crooning voice. If you close your eyes and drift a little, you can hear the ghost of Elliott Smith creeping into the mix.

Hailing from Downpatrick, Nothern Ireland, Hanvey’s vocal delivery is also how I like my coffee, very smooth and a wee bit Irish. In fact, it’s his voice that seals the deal on this wonderful album. Vocalists like to fancy their voices as an instrument. I suppose that in the most rudimentary sense, it is. After all, if you are talking about using it to hit certain pitches, it certainly fits the bill—but so do plastic recorders, cell phone buttons and even armpit farts. What genuinely makes Hanvey’s voice an instrument, though, is the timbre; it’s smooth like velvet, with a hint of smoke. Instead of being layered over the music, it fits nicely within the context of the music, creating a wonderfully cohesive sound, letting you not only hear it, but drink in its intoxicating splendor.

This sort of thing doesn’t happen by chance, mind you. Songs such as “Rooms” and “Love’s a Decision” start with Hanvey’s voice, then build around it, adding the right instruments to complement it, working in the keys that allow him to hit all the sweet spots. And it works.

Damn, does it ever work.

Perhaps the most remarkable aspect of this album is that it was released in Ireland FIVE YEARS AGO! How does a talent this remarkable take that long to make it across the Atlantic? If America’s musical landscape had fewer teen pop queens and a few more Steafàn Hanveys, I think we’d all be a little better off for it.

Seriously, you have waited long enough. Go get your copy of Steafàn Hanvey and The Honeymoon Junkies now.

Alert New London Youth Review

There is a scene in the movie Amadeus where the prominent composer, Salieri, comes to the sad realization that, while he himself is a technically proficient pianist, Mozart is an artist. The distinction may be hard to put into words, but when it comes to musicianship, you just know it when you hear it.

This brings us to the Columbus-based band, Alert New London and their debut album Youth. At first listen, Youth conjures up an ambient pop atmosphere with hints of despair that are not unlike mid-’90s alt-rock pioneers, Sunny Day Real Estate or Hum. And while that particular sound evolved over time to incorporate post-rock elements that culminated some time around 2004, Alert New Youth sinks its fingers into those original sounds, putting forth all we loved about them in the first place.

This is where the Amadeus reference comes from. While some bands create music they like, this music is something they do. With Alert New London, however, you quickly discern that this isn’t what they do, it’s who they are. It’s a musical outpouring from the soul that touches something inside of the listener.

Characterized by an ambient wash of effected guitars, Youth creates an aural landscape that is open to limitless possibilities. This experimental guitar playing, however, is held together by simple, but no-less-impressive, rhythmic interplay between the bass and drums. Lest this combination veer too far off into psychedelia, though, the sugary sweet vocal melodies, complete with harmonies, give the listener something familiar to grab onto. It’s a delicate balance, this ability to push the boundaries of pop sensibility to make an artistic statement without coming off as pretentious, much less simply obtuse.

But they nail it.

Lyrically, the songs on Youth go beyond standard fare, offering a simple, if not sparse, look into the human psyche at its loneliest moments. Indeed, the lyrics from songs such as “Disintegrate,” “Sunday Driver,” and “11,” read as if they could have easily been lifted from a William Carlos Williams poem or a Cormac McCarthy novel. The lyrics, as well as the music, are full of space. It’s in that space, however, that we find pieces of ourselves. And isn’t that what art is supposed to do, though: capture our attention and allow us to see parts of ourselves in others?

In that respect, then, Youth is truly a masterpiece.