An irrepressibly modern shimmer gleams from Cabaret (released February 7), the new album from Nashville’s Moon Taxi. With this set these surefire, festival tested live dynamos have discovered their studio voice, a sound as intense and multihued as their concert presence, a song cycle where the entire band continually goes for it with all their might, impassioned singing bouncing above ringing guitars and a dense, hypnotic rhythm bed as the music rushes ever-forward. Timidity simply doesn’t exist in the Moon Taxi of 2012, whose earlier work had more classic rock and jam band leanings but now rolls in the same lane as Cold War Kids, Motopony, Lake Trout and post-Achtung Baby U2. Their road experiences still figure in lyrically with several cuts capturing the spinning abandon of late nights where one needs an extra pack of smokes and full flask because they know in their bones they’ll be greeting the sunrise. While still very much a rock band, this album showcases Moon Taxi’s beat savvy and dance/hip-hop awareness in a really fluid manner. Put another way, this sucker moves seductively, an inducement to twirl and smile even as it asks tangled questions and pokes at the cosmos with smiling curiosity.
Cabaret marks a new, exciting chapter for this tenaciously evolutionary unit, so we fired off DI’s signature questionnaire set to the band see what they had to say to our inquiries.
These lovely creatures are The Staquelettes, the estrogen enriching force inside Seattle’s groove rock army The Staxx Brothers. Without Michelle Shirley O’Connor (left) and Angela Rickard (right), Staxx might overwhelm one with testosterone-addled energy (bam! pregnant!), but with these ladies they purr, potent with undulating blues, silken soul and rock punch. Overflowing with easy laughter and exposed feeling, The Staquelettes bring beauty and balance to the Staxx enterprise. And they’re both pretty darn badass, as this latest entry in the Free Bird series shows.
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Last week, we picked the brain of Mighty Dave Pellicciaro of Materialized just as the band were set to embark on the 2012 installment of the annual Cosmic Love Ball at The Fillmore in San Francisco. This week, our enduring ally Jay Blakesberg brings us saucy shots from this amorous event. This looks way too fun to miss next year. Fireworks, calliopes and clowns, indeed!
If you’re not already hip to Montreal-based treat Plants and Animals, then you’re overdue to explore this modern rock kindred spirit to The Slip, Delta Spirit and Apollo Sunshine. Lucky for y’all, the band has a really great new album, The End of That, arriving February 28th, followed by a North American tour starting in early March (dates & details here). Below you’ll find a track from the new album to wrap your ears around and a swell new video of Plants and Animals covering a Wolf Parade tune. More on the new album soon in a new chat with the band’s drummer Matthew Woodley.
Melancholy goes down well in the morning. It’s a great time to think over what might have been and what will be while sipping a hot beverage and watching the weather unfold. With that in mind, DI’s consciously gentle morning soundtrack for February digs deep into the treasure trove of bittersweeties out there, particularly in the 1970s when they knew how to get their introspection on proper.
Yet another cool video from Brooklyn’s The Mast. Such a thoughtful, artful pair, what they put into the world always has nuance and care riding in its bloodstream. This new video, shot in Joshua Tree, CA last year, is no exception. One feels the motion of the universe’s tumblers in this music and imagery. Personally, this one makes us wish we could fly and explore like the namesake bird.
Purple petaled phonographs
along the garden’s beaten path
Wings draw figure eights,
hummingbirds rise above the iron gates
What a love runs through our blood
Magic sun pours from above
Let me try and emulate,
Let me amplify what I love of this place
If there’s a camera and music dancing together, you can assured you’re in sure hands if our pal Jay Blakesberg is involved. To wit, this new clip, captured by Jay, of The Mother Hips tearing into one of their best tunes last May at the 2011 Summer Camp gathering. Of the modern catalogue, “Pacific Dust,” a song of mystery and menace, has proven one of the more reliably knockout numbers in concert, and this rendition shows off the current lineup in noisy, head-twisting form.