Some local flavor for this Jam of the Wednesday. Though I’ve only recently come across it, Max Indian, hailing from the quaint, Marxist community of Carrboro, North Carolina, has pressed one of the better “Indie/Power-Pop” albums I’ve heard in quite some time…and I have no intention of limiting that statement to just local bands.
We’re talking super indie here, too, as, amazingly, Max Indian is apparently without a label at the moment. Yes, unfortunately, since its release back in 2008, I think the band has been tasked with pushing their official debut, You Can Go Anywhere, Do Anything, themselves. Sad as that is, I can promise you they’ve made at least one sale over at CD-Baby.
But yeah, I’ll be honest. I don’t possess the time or vocabulary to write the type of glowing, Pitchforkesque review these guys deserve. I will say this, however: If one were to put, say, The Beatles; Badfinger; The Zombies; Big Star; Thin Lizzy; and I guess a dash of The Flaming Lips in a blender — like, a really old, low-fi blender — you’d probably be left with a lovely Max Indian concoction.
Does that concoction taste groundbreaking, necessarily? No. No, it doesn’t. Does it taste really, really lush and flavorful despite the graininess that, deep down, you know you long for from a new millennium band? You’re Frump damn right it does. Seriously, there’s not a bad cut on the entire album. Best part is, the hooks and harmonies are more than pungent enough to leave quite a pleasant aftertaste for at least days, if not months to come.
Here’s the only studio cut of from the alum that I could find on YouTube. Make the jump for a few more, and, assuming you enjoy (you will), make sure you go back to CD Baby and pick this one up for your collection. You may just get a lifetime of mileage out of it…
It’s been 5 years since we’ve had an album released under the name Broken Social Scene that wasn’t followed by ‘Presents’. That all finally ends on May 4th when their new album “Forgiveness Rock Record” graces our presence(album art above). BSS lineups have varied in the past and have a tendency to get a bit largel, but according to frontman Kevin Drew, this album was written and performed by a core group of 6. Of course, in true BSS style, that core group may not be the only ones playing on any particular track. Guests on this album include Leslie Feist, Stars’ Amy Millan and Evan Cranley, Metric’s Emily Haines and Jimmy Shaw, Jason Collett, and of course more.
As if you had any doubts on whether or not this release will stack up with prior BSS albums, the recent single release should ease your mind. Below, feel free to listen to the 7 minute “World Sick”, which is the first track we’re able to hear off FRR. Also, after the frump, you can give your email address and BSS will let you download your very own version of the song. Enjoy!
So it’s Wednesday, and it’s time to JAM (contemporarily, or something). Today we bring you a jam from one of my (Ciaran’s) all time favorite bands; a little indie group out of Halifax, Nova Scotia that goes by the name of “Sloan.” If it were up to me, I’d make sure the entire Frumpzilla community was Sloaned to hell, but, alas, I have no desire to hog our Jam of the Wednesday feature.
With that in mind, I’m just offering you Sloan’s first (and arguably only) “hit” south of the border. If you appreciate clever, tongue-in-cheek lyrics (and puns), you’ll enjoy it. If, moreover, you enjoy that classic story of being irretrievably into a girl (or guy, I guess) that you ultimately realize is just not that into you, you’ll love it.
Here’s 1992’s Underwhelmed (it’s actually not a word (Chris Murphy looked it up)). Sloan’s sound evolved rather drastically after this (for the better, somewhat, in my opinion), but this still ranks as one of their (and the 90’s) all-time classic jams…
On top of that, I’ve actually enjoyed perusing many of Rolling Stone’s popular lists released as of late: The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time, The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time, etc.
Having said that, however, I’ve always delved in fully aware of how polarizing lists on such personal taste-based, subjective topics can be. Who’s to say, after all, that one album is “better” or more “important” than another? I mean, sure, we all could, but what does it really mean? What should it mean?
In that same vein, I write now fully aware of just how sensitive and potentially meaningless the pursuit of disparaging such a list is. Nevertheless, after taking a gander at the list in question here today, I felt I simply had no choice but to put my foot down.
You know, acknowledge that my taste in music really is more sound and respectable than these sheep; these poor, misguided fools that contributed to this horror of a list.