By all accounts Victor Scott shouldn’t be aspiring to what he aspires to — rhythmless porn-funk on “Gotta Go,” hybrid-power balladeering on “Mareel,” couch-surfer-rock on “Golf,” lounge-hop on “Airstream” — but he does. And it works very well. Fans of the eminent Honky King Calvin Johnson will see in Scott the same irresistibly affectless soul. Fans of Quentin Tarantino and David Lynch soundtracks will see in Scott a torch singer who croons charming oddities as if they were ageless standards. Victor’s a different chap, that’s for sure, but once you catch on to his wavelength, you’ll want to ride his current all the way to the shore.
The Amazing Pilots
The Amazing Pilots are actually two amazing brothers, Phil and Paul Wilkinson, of Coleraine, Northern Ireland (Come on you Bannsiders!), although they have relocated to Dublin. They play this amazing (sorry) pop that soars like the wonderous landscape of the North Antrim coast, providing relief from the cramped housing estates of Coleraine. This same pop is remniscent of the sounds of Moose, the lilting acoustic guitar, the wandering slide guitar, and a pop sensibility that can get those toes a-tapping. They’re one of what, 1,200 bands, playing SXSW, so for anyone attending who needs some help filtering through all the choices, remember, the Amazing Pilots.
Katie the Pest
Lo-fi bitrates for this wonderful, lo-fi shoegazey duo that takes me back to L.A.’s Paisley Underground days—a gritty version of The Bangles or Opal. The stand out track here is “Sober.” It’s, as they sing in the song, “unstoppable.” You’ll end up listening to it twenty times in a row. It’s maddeningly addicting. Thanks to Whitney B for reminding me about Katie The Pest. She can’t stop listening either and is mad at us for making her spend so much money on records. We’re not sorry.
The Stills
Perhaps the name is a subliminal bit of wishful thinking, because these Montreal, uh, rockers? new wavers? Franco-popsters? never seem to stay still for too long. But the great part is that none of their many aural wardrobe changes sound contrived because they’re not mimicking styles; they’re bringing their own sound to bear on what’s out there. Their latest, “In the Beginning,” is a southern rock anthem. “Retour A Vega” is wistful even though I only understand every third word. And “Still in Love Song” is full of intelligent teen angst. So if you’re having trouble deciding what kind of mood you’re in, don’t bother with the shuffle on your iPod. Just load in the Stills and let them do the shuffling for you.
Tapes ‘n Tapes
There are two good things about making an airport pick-up at one in the morning: 1) I got to see my sons for the first time in a week, and 2) I got to listen to CBC Radio 2’s Brave New Waves which doesn’t come on until midnight. Over the course of an hour, I was stoked to hear a couple of 3hive favorites, Metal Hearts and Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. (Sadly, Patti Schmidt didn’t mention you can get free and legal downloads of these tracks at 3hive.com…) I also heard, as I always do on BNW, something new to me. This time it was a Minneapolis outfit called Tapes ‘n Tapes. They play nervous, clever pop that draws on a number of typical indie inspirations (Wire, Pixies, Talking Heads, etc.) but — just to save time and incite the inevitable “love/hate” debate — I’ll say they sound like a less fashionable Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. Who knows? Good as they are, they may not be less for long…
The Positions
Do not be confused by the lineup of the Positions. The list of players and their instruments reads like that of a ska band: trumpet, trombone, keyboards, guitar, bass, and drums. The Positions, however, are pop, with their own not-so-secret recipe drawn from decades of pop predecessors and perfected by producer Archie Moore of Velocity Girl. Just the thing to help calm me down after tonight’s soccer where I was blatantly fouled in the penalty area while atttempting to shoot and the ref didn’t call it. I must listen to this song again. Ah, yes, just the thing, “Back to Me.”
East River Pipe
Mr. Cornog doesn’t take himself too seriously. While his bio riffs on and on about the drug references in his new album, and rightly so, you’d expect his moniker to be a similar reference. Not the case. East River Pipe is an allusion to a broken pipe he once witnessed spewing sewage into the East River. “I imagined myself to be the pipe,” he admitted in a recent podcast, “the sewage to be my songs and the river to be the world—so i was essentially spewing out meaningless pop songs into an already polluted river.” His modesty is appreciated, but one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. You never know where you’ll uncover hidden gems. F.M. Cornog has spent almost two decades with his Tascam 388 recording so-called disposable songs that you may not ever be able to get out of your head.
My Orchard
Boppy skater-pop from Sweden, courtesy of My Orchard. “A List of Things” is taken from their new EP Silhouettes, while “Something New” can be found on Paperheart Music’s compilation Hi-Fi Songs for Lo-Fi Hearts. Maybe our next 3hive summit should be in Stockholm?
Iron Hero
Sam from Iron Hero got my attention with two words and one number: Athens, 40, Watt. Although I’ve never been there, the 40 Watt Club is a hallowed place for me since my teenage years spent worshipping Love Tractor, Pylon, and many other Athens, Georgia, bands who played there. Iron Hero, you see, had a CD release show just recently at said 40 Watt Club. Then Iron Hero got my adoration with two things: delightful pop and some oh so delightful fuzz. With songs like “Heart of a Ghost,” surely Iron Hero’s days of self-releasing albums will be a thing of past, ie., there’s a label somewhere out there who has gotta snatch them up soon.
Pet Politics
As I spent this weekend in NYC for the big wedding, I was able to get in a lot of quality iPod time on the subway and walking about (we don’t walk much back in Michigan). Just as I ducked out of the bitter cold wind into a subway tunnel, this lovely, VU-esque pop song came on labeled “Pet Politics – In My Head.” That’s all I knew at the time. When I got home, I did what I always do in these situations: I searched through my old email for “Pet Politics” and found a note from one Magnus Larsson (dba Pet Politics) of Gothenburg, Sweden, sent back in August 2005 asking me nicely to listen to his music. Well, Magnus, I did…eventually. And, while “In My Head” is no longer available, 3hive readers, here is a quaint Robyn Hitchcock-esque songs about ghosts that I may like even better. Unfortunately, blog/label Catbird has since sold out of his extremely limited edition EP, released late last year. If you want to hear more, check out *sixeyes’ interview with Magnus for a couple other downloads or go to the Pet Politics MySpace page.