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Late But Great: Hosome’s Jakamashi Jazz

Hosome toe the line between fascinating noise and pure nonsense nonstop on Jakamashi Jazz. Toe isn’t even the right word for it – picture the band driving along the edge of a cliff, cartoon-style, balancing 20 pizza boxes on their heads after drinking a cooler’s worth of Jolt Cola. One unnecessary fidget will send them to their (critical) doom. Yet somehow Jakamashi Jazz, released back in September, never veers that far off track.

Just like their live show, Hosome don’t play songs as much as they jam musical puzzle pieces from an array of boxes together to form disjointed but still oddly pretty blasts of noise. After seeing them live I invoked the words “math rock,” but this album owes much more to electronic music. Jakamashi Jazz’s songs are constructed like sample-heavy dance tunes, throwing in jungle breakbeats and all sorts of loopy effects whenever possible. The first song on this album is a collage of noises and Squarepusher-lite drums, but it also offers a slightly exaggerated look at what the next 25 minutes have in store.

Hosome dash all sorts of musical indulgences into these songs (piano breakdown! screaming! sax solo!) and aren’t afraid to bolt into entirely new directions mid-song before bungeeing back to an earlier idea. This could have been a total mess…but the band never lets the song get away from them completely, making sure to pin it down when things get too weird. Save for the totally scatterbrained “Intel YAKUZA” (and, on the other end of the spectrum, the straightforward rock of “Fake Craction”), the tracks on Jakamashi Jazz tumble all over the place but always retain a strong beat or good melody. “GOKIGEN BLAST” has a horn breakdown AND a spoken word interlude but always slingshots back to the outer space rave beat pulsing through the track, while “Be Against the Daily” somehow sounds like three different, upbeat songs and an art projects all while never drastically mixing things up.

Hosome deserve more than a pat on the back for putting out an album with rock, jungle, dance and lounge that isn’t a total piece of wankery. Jakamshi Jazz is one of the most surprising things I’ve heard all year – I still can’t scribble down the mandatory “band comparison” besides Deerhoof meets Battles meets Aphex Twin, and even that doesn’t seem right – and is an accomplished brain burner of an album all it’s own. Chaos rarely sounds this good.

Video for “You Want To Be A Hen” below

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Review: Perfect Piano Lesson’s Wanderlust

Perfect Piano Lesson open up their second full-length album, Wanderlust, by blasting out of the gate. After a little bit of Primus stretching, “(leaving this planet on the) Sunday Night” launches into a Chili Peppers’ (!) guitar groove that’s somehow psychy and math rockish. The band’s voices pop up soon after, leaping off one another and bouncing into separate directions only to meld together for the chorus. It’s an absolute attention grabber of a song, the type of opening track that hints at a band reaching for some next-level sounds.

Just a tease, it turns out. Wanderlust never comes close to replicating the manic heights of “(leaving the planet on the) Sunday Night” in the 41 minutes that follow it, opting instead for a less daring approach to math rock. Not a knock against the bad, as Wanderlust is a solid enough rock record full of great songs. After a hell of an opening number, though, it’s a bit of a let down to not see this group shoot out even further away from traditional structure.

Perfect Piano Lesson play intricately timed math rock, the type of stuff critics drop the word “angular” on. Every sound seems carefully constructed: the drums push things forward, the vocals come slide in at the right times, and the guitars stop and start like a Rube Goldberg machine. Songs like “1,000 Miles Above” and “Parallels” work this formula well, while “Night Is Calling” starts off more messy before everything drops off and a single guitar line rolls into the song. Wanderlust features nearly no duds (“Avatar” being the lone, boring exception), but also lacks many huge, standout moments by a band perfectly capable of pulling them out.

The culprit – the vocals. Yuichi Shirane’s got a great, versatile voice. On the slow-moving “Submarine,” all sides of his pipes get time to shine: he sounds like Mike Kinsella on the verses, like a slightly more nasally Billy Corgan on the choruses, and like Thom Yorke when he reaches for falsetto. It’s a powerful tool that too often seems under exploited on Wanderlust. What pushes “(leaving the planet on the) Sunday Night” to exciting levels is how the multiple vocals clash with one another before reassembling for a great pay-off of a chorus. That vocal experimentation doesn’t pop up often enough on this album, robbing good ideas of the extra something that could have made this LP excellent.

There are a few amazing moments outside of the first song. The short shot of “Superstar” once again bring in RHCP-style guitar work and pulls it off excellently, the song also boasting one of the best choruses on Wanderlust. The lonely swagger of “Sugarcubes on the rainy avenue” stand out as the album’s best slow song, while “Last Song” sees Shirane stretching his voice in all sorts of great directions while the music around him rises up, falls back down and repeats itself. Last is “heart & heart,” Perfect Piano Lesson’s excellent, fuzzed out collaboration with Texas Pandaa. The reason for this song’s greatness? The wave of warped vocals lingering in the background.

The easy route to take on Wanderlust would be to pat Perfect Piano Lesson on the back and say “great job, you made a nice math rock album better than half the J-Rock floating around today.” Because they did. Thing is, Wanderlust brims with so much potential to be a year-end list crasher and J-Rock jump forward it seems wrong to not lament what could have been. Perfect Piano Lesson have a classic album in them, they’ve just got to be more willing to be daring, as they do several times on this album. So, Wanderlust is an exceptionally good (especially given that this is the bands sophomore full-length) worthy of attention. Lets just hope Perfect Piano Lesson aren’t content with that.

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Live Report: OGRE YOU ASSHOLE, Sunset Rubdown, Qomolangma Tomato

The logical side of me that also took an advertising class in college understood perfectly why OGRE YOU ASSHOLE headlined over Sunset Rubdown – 95 percent of the people crammed into Osaka’s Unagidani Sunsui venue came out to see OGRE and probably never heard of Sunset Rubdown. The geek in me who also absolutely loathed those soul-crushing advertising classes, though, couldn’t get over the fact that one of North America’s most captivating rock bands responsible for one of the top albums of 2009 didn’t nab the top spot Monday night. Maybe I just wanted to see maximum Spencer Krug. Or maybe I just felt gipped being unable to get a beer before the second set.

A day later I’m still not sure what to make of openers Qomolangma Tomato. They thrashed around while playing a pshychy hardcore that pounds a great riff down as much as possible, the lead singer leaping into the air and pumping his fist as if possessed by the music. After seeing the singer repeat the mid-air-fist-pump move about eight times during the first few songs, though, the gesture seemed less spontaneous and more “look at us we’re so energetic” while the once-awesome riffs were stretched out for too long. Then one of the guitarists climbed up the amps and fell off them, and they won me back. Then the lead singer kept on posing and doing a dance best described as “taking the pulse” and he started looking like the guy from Incubus. I just don’t know.

Qomolangma Tomato do a great job of playing loud, moshable hardcore punctured by the lead singer’s howls, that still has a melodic underbelly. Their best song sounded like skull-bashing Yo La Tengo. When they stepped out of that zone, though, yikes. The last song of their set was a slower tune and it just kept going and going, never veering towards the hardcore noise. Anytime Qomolangma Tomato slowed things down, the results were boring and made me miss the energy (put-on or not) of their faster moments. And someone tell the lead singer to stop posing so much.

“Hello, we’re Sunset Rubdown and we know absolutely no Japanese” Krug said to the crowd before picking up a can of Heineken and letting out a “kompai” before diving into “Silver Moons,” the lead track from this year’s rewarding Dragonslayer. The group only played three songs from their latest, though, mixing in plenty of older material as well. Shouldn’t come as a surprise – Sunset Rubdown is less album-oriented and more about allowing Krug’s achingly personal surrealist lyrics a place to slither around. This was well on display during the group’s excellent set.

Lets step away from Krug for a moment – his backing band did an excellent job making the all-over-the-place music of Sunset Rubdown come alive. The group switched off instruments song to song, the member’s musical chops clearly evident, especially on the stuffed-to-the-seams rock of “The Mending Of The Gown.” The drums sounded especially prominent during the band’s set (though it should be noted they sounded extra loud for all three bands), adding an extra oomph to the songs. They especially stood out on a sped-up version of Dragonslayer standout “Idiot Heart.”

But these are Krug’s songs, and he gets completely lost in them live. The lyrics have always been what sets Sunset Rubdown apart from the crowd, and it’s weird to think lines like “And I’d like to watch the white flash of your heels as they take turns / Breaking the desert heat to beckon me in languages I’ve never learned” just shoot over the majority of the audience. Still, Krug poured himself into every song, whether he manned a guitar as on “Idiot Heart” or sat behind a keyboard like on the slow-burning “Us Ones In Between.” The highlight of the set came on “You Go On Ahead (Trumpet Trumpet II)” where Krug’s voice overpowered all the noise around him, his shouts of “you got to wait, you got to wait for me” sounding especially desperate. Sunset Rubdown closed out with a massive rendition of “The Men Are Called Horsemen There” where Krug played keyboard from his knees while shouting “If I was the horse I’d throw up the reigns!”

OGRE YOU ASSHOLE had a lot to follow up, but they did an admirable job. Unlike the other two bands, the members of OGRE mostly stood still while playing their instruments, working up to an excited sway. They let their ’90 indie rock influenced music do all the talking – and it was loud. OGRE push a lot of sound out of their guitars, adding a nice ooomph to their slacker rock.

OGRE’s influences come through clearly in their music – one song sounded exactly like “Doin’ the Cockroach” – but they never become derivative. OGRE’s music tends to circle around itself, the guitars sticking mostly to the same riff with an occasional variation thrown in. This song, performed with a little more bite thanks to the louder drums, offers a great snapshot of what OGRE’s music is all about. The standout of the set was the aggressive guitar-workout “Coin-Laundry (Laundromat)” which saw the band at their most excited and the crowd at their most pumped. I still think Sunset Rubdown should have headlined, but they are a special band. OGRE YOU ASSHOLE showed they can definitely handle the spotlight and they’ve got great tunes to boot.

Review: Hideki Kaji’s Strawberries And Cream

Hideki Kaji came closest to an international breakthrough after he got mugged while dressed as a pineapple this past Spring. While filming the music video for “Passion Fruits” in Sweden, three guys attacked the fruit-costume-clad Kaji and stole $2500 worth of camera. The story worked it’s way to various “News of the Weird” features and even earned a post on Fark (read the comments at your own peril). After 13 years of releasing music, this would be the reason international media started paying attention to Kaji.

Contrary to The Local’s description of him as a “world-renowned popstar”, Hideki Kaji is one of the most under-appreciated artists around. He’s been an absolute workhorse for more than a decade, regularly releasing good J-Pop influenced indie-pop. To borrow a baseball metaphor, he’s yet to hit on an A-Rod-sized homerun of an album, but rather has consistently singled with his music. Kaji, sans pineapple, has been more or less ignored by the music media outside Japan. Dude doesn’t even have an English Wikipedia page.

Strawberries And Cream, Kaji’s latest full-length, won’t come close to surpassing the attention he got for being beaten up. It’s another solid release that finds Kaji flexing his poppy songwriting abilities with an occasional sidestep thrown in for good measure. Not the stuff of Top 50 lists, but an enjoyable album that only reinforces the idea the rest of the world is missing out on something great here.

Strawberries initially sounds like a potential next-level work thanks to the strength of the first three tracks. Opener “Mini Skirt” bathes itself in sunny-day drums and guitar, Kaji’s singing happily skipping ahead to the beat. It’s pure pop pleasure with a few extras stacked on for good measure – Kaji sneaks in some blippy electronics, horns and strings to keep things fresh. Next up is “Passion Fruits,” which somehow takes two of the most overused musical tricks of 2009 (children singing and ’80s synths) and makes them sound fresh. Kaji avoids the mistake countless bands and even genres (coughglo-ficough) have made of shoving them front-and-center, instead using the two effect sparingly during the song’s run time. This allows Kaji’s tropical-tinged, giddy chorus to steal the show on what ends up being the album’s best pop moment. “Wicked, Smashing, Action” rounds out the opening trio with a relentless drumbeat and a dorky-but-endearing keyboard running underneath the song. It’s a more dancey affair complete with a nifty Reggae-breakdown that, admittedly, adds nothing to the track but still sounds cool enough.

“Here Comes The Sunny Beat’s!” forced ska-by-numbers quickly ends the album’s strong start, the horns squanking away but never going anywhere interesting. The middle portion of Strawberries And Cream is a very hit-and-miss affair. The string-heavy “Brave Our Hearts” offers up a great disco impersonation while “Heaven Only Knows” reaches the peaks of those first few songs by boasting three moments that could anchor a song of their own, all while being far more downtrodden then anything else here. “Check This Out,” however, is guitar-centric J-Rock that could be streamed on countless other artists MySpace page. “The Sweetest Love” follows, and it’s barrage of kiddie-sounding instruments and what might be squeaky toys come off as way too cutesy even for an artist big upped on twee.net.

The back end of the album comes off as a much more consistently strong, starting up with the excellent “Ska Vi Fika?” The song boasts all sorts of details (bells, snippets of horn) but places the spotlight on the upbeat guitar-driven melody, which leads into a chorus perked up by rinky-dink piano. The most intriguing song on the album, “Alright!,” find Kaji dipping his toes into R&B, enlisting a female singer to coo over a barely-there keyboard. It lasts 15 seconds but ends up being the one track on Strawberries one wishes could be stretched out. Kaji rocks out on the title track, his guitar playing unhinged so much it almost feels like he’s sonically apologizing for the walled in “Check This Out.”

Strawberries And Cream sounds a little busier than other Kaji releases at times, but overall isn’t a massive departure from the upbeat indie-pop he’s been rolling out since 1996. It’s another bullet point on a strong resume not getting put on enough desks. No matter – the eventual “Best Of Hideki Kaji” disk is going to kill and for now, he’s given the world another solid album. And who knows, the whole pineapple-mugging story could pop up again in end-of-year news features and boost album sales.

Controlled Karaoke: Rap Parody About Japan

If you want an extremely entry level look into life at Japan, this parody rap video done to the tune of “Nothin’ But A G Thang” will tell you all you need to know about convenience stores and blood type obsession. Of course, you have to endure parody rap (the lowest of low), so I’d really just recommend Wikipedia.

Never has the “pointless video tag” seen better use.

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