Listening to Ariel Pink is like being placed inside a jukebox time machine filled with simulated pop songs from the past. His music exists somewhere between the waking and dreaming state -- the equivalent of a drifting delirium while perched at a razor’s edge of lucidity. They are the half remembered songs from your adolescence, it could be Hall and Oates “I Can’t Go For That” or Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon”, or any song that might have seemed hapless and sentimental in all the wrong ways at the time; but which now you look back upon with a fond sympathy. There is a translucent nostalgia that seeps in through his music, a product of the emotions that could only have been borne out of the meridian of your life.
It could be something as simple as why 10 CC’s “I’m Not in Love” always makes you remember the first person you kissed or the night your dog got ran over, and you went home sobbing in the rain.
“Beverly Kills” sounds like a freestyle/boogie track replete with a Bootsy Collins bassline and vintage keyboard sounds that could have been taken off a Stevie B or Lisa Lisa and The Cult Jam record. It’s probably the most boisterous and festive white-boy boogie funk you will hear this year. One never imagined that Ariel would go into full freestyle mode, although he has forayed into 4-track disco before, it has always been awash in too much reverb and distortion to really get anyone dancing. At this juncture it becomes increasingly clear how much of an LA record this really is (or wants to be). “Can’t Hear My Eyes“ is a Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk era re-hash with the kinds of lyrics that only Lyndsey Buckingham could have written, “I want a lady as beautiful as a Sunset Strip”. It’s warm and comforting and devoid of any conscious pastiche on his part, although just eccentric enough that we know its still Ariel Pink at the helm.
cont.
Written by Oscar Paul Medina on April 29th, 2010
tracks
01. Hot Body Rub
02. Bright Lit Blue Skies
03. L'estat (Acc. To The Widow's Maid)
04. Fright Night (Nevermore)
05. Round And Round
06. Beverly Kills
07. Butt-House Blondies
08. Little Wig
09. Can't Hear My Eyes
10. Reminiscences
11. Menopause Man
12. Revolution's A Lie
Link to Get
all via everyone united
Y pitchfork
2 cents;
everyone seems to like these dudes, so i'm giving it an honest go. a bit on the candy pop for me, yet the man is certainly a talent and knows what he wants.
i'll chime in on comments post scrutiny.
5/15/10
Ariel Pink’s Haunted Graffiti – Before Today (2010)
Listening to Ariel Pink is like being placed inside a jukebox time machine filled with simulated pop songs from the past. His music exists somewhere between the waking and dreaming state -- the equivalent of a drifting delirium while perched at a razor’s edge of lucidity. They are the half remembered songs from your adolescence, it could be Hall and Oates “I Can’t Go For That” or Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon”, or any song that might have seemed hapless and sentimental in all the wrong ways at the time; but which now you look back upon with a fond sympathy. There is a translucent nostalgia that seeps in through his music, a product of the emotions that could only have been borne out of the meridian of your life.
It could be something as simple as why 10 CC’s “I’m Not in Love” always makes you remember the first person you kissed or the night your dog got ran over, and you went home sobbing in the rain.
“Beverly Kills” sounds like a freestyle/boogie track replete with a Bootsy Collins bassline and vintage keyboard sounds that could have been taken off a Stevie B or Lisa Lisa and The Cult Jam record. It’s probably the most boisterous and festive white-boy boogie funk you will hear this year. One never imagined that Ariel would go into full freestyle mode, although he has forayed into 4-track disco before, it has always been awash in too much reverb and distortion to really get anyone dancing. At this juncture it becomes increasingly clear how much of an LA record this really is (or wants to be). “Can’t Hear My Eyes“ is a Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk era re-hash with the kinds of lyrics that only Lyndsey Buckingham could have written, “I want a lady as beautiful as a Sunset Strip”. It’s warm and comforting and devoid of any conscious pastiche on his part, although just eccentric enough that we know its still Ariel Pink at the helm.
cont.
Written by Oscar Paul Medina on April 29th, 2010
tracks
01. Hot Body Rub
02. Bright Lit Blue Skies
03. L'estat (Acc. To The Widow's Maid)
04. Fright Night (Nevermore)
05. Round And Round
06. Beverly Kills
07. Butt-House Blondies
08. Little Wig
09. Can't Hear My Eyes
10. Reminiscences
11. Menopause Man
12. Revolution's A Lie
Link to Get
all via everyone united
Y pitchfork
2 cents;
everyone seems to like these dudes, so i'm giving it an honest go. a bit on the candy pop for me, yet the man is certainly a talent and knows what he wants.
i'll chime in on comments post scrutiny.
