Showing posts with label real estate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label real estate. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Recording: Alex Bleeker and The Freaks

Artist: Alex Bleeker and The Freaks

Song: unknown*

Recorded at The Silver Dollar Room, October 22, 2012.

Alex Bleeker and The Freaks - unknown

Full review to follow. There was a time when The Grateful Dead were uncool. Real Estate's Alex Bleeker proves that time is gone, with his widdly-wah mellow jams. Touchstones included covers of of Neil Young's "Helpless" and The Rolling Stones' "Sweet Virginia", and the set was bookened by the lengthy near-instrumental jams that did the same on his 2009 self-titled album. Along the way there was also room for a bunch of new material that'll probably be bound for the follow-up.

* "Don't Look Back On Me Now"? "Don't Look Down Upon Me"? Does anyone know the title to this one? Please leave a comment!

Monday, September 3, 2012

Sunday Playlist #26

Sunday Playlist #26: Holiday Monday comeback edition — "I Just Feel Fine"

After a longer-than-expected hiatus, time to get back to my Sunday Playlists. These ones seem to have a reasonably mellow, end-of-summer feel.

The Phonemes feat. Maggie MacDonald - Cet air-là

Real Estate - All Out of Tune

Madagascar Slim - Mbo

Eucalyptus - Cookie

Mean Red Spiders - I Just Feel Fine


Sunday Playlist is a semi-regular feature that brings back some of this blog's previously-posted original live recordings for an encore. You can always click the tags below to see what I originally wrote about the shows these songs came from.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Recording: Real Estate

Artist: Real Estate

Songs: Atlantic City + Fake Blues

Recorded at The Great Hall, July 20, 2010.

Real Estate - Atlantic City + Fake Blues

My notes for this set can be found here.

Gig: Kurt Vile

Kurt Vile (Real Estate / Castlemusic)

The Great Hall. Tuesday, July 20, 2010.

Very rather empty as I make my way up into The Great Hall. I'm guessing that not everyone heading to this show had doubled-checked and found out that there was a third act added to the bill. I only noticed at the last minute myself, but I certainly hustled down when I saw Castlemusic listed to open things up.

A set from Castlemusic has generally meant, in my experience, a solo set from Jennifer Castle. Which is, let there be no doubt, good stuff. But still, I was excited as I came in to see Paul Mortimer setting up on stage. For this set she'd be joined by him as well as David Clarke — the rhythm section for beloved locals $100. But also, notably, Castle's bandmates in the ripping Deloro. Castle's music has always been rooted in the blues, but it usually has a fractured/folky approach to it. That's still here in this configuration, but it's getting kicked in the guts by the same raw, ragged approach witnessed at Deloro's shows.

Castle played the first one solo, then the band joined in behind her, Mortimer on guit and Clarke with a shaker duct-taped to one of his drum sticks, hitting the skins like he was suffering a sadness as he added backing vocals. A lot of the material is stuff that Castle's been playing for awhile now, newer than the material on her 2008 album You Can't Take Anyone, but not released yet.1 There was stuff I've heard her perform solo that had an awesome extra spark with the extra hands behind her2, like "Powers". The lamentful "For My Friends" got a powerful reading as well.

The last one of the set came with squealing feedback throughout from Mortimer, putting the capper on a really different side of Jennifer Castle than I've seen anywhere outside of those Deloro shows. An excellent six song set — I really hope we get to hear more from this trio.

Listen to a track from this set here.

Once again in bridesmaid-not-bride territory, this was the third time in a row hitting the city as an opening act for Real Estate. Though, as with their show with Woods earlier this year, they played what would probably be a full-length set for them regardless. Which works out well for those like myself who were at this show primarily to see the New Jersey-based quartet.

It's also nice to see that although the band has been busy on the road over the past year, there's still a fair amount of new material being worked into their sets, and the band is finding new ways to work with the chiming dual-guitar interplay (more flange than reverb, as I've been fond of saying in the past) between Martin Courtney and Mathew Mondanile.3 The band's appeal is as straightforward as making out in a suburban basement — not that that isn't complicated in its own way. And just like that, Real Estate's straightforward songs are complicated under the surface, something more apparent when they get a chance to be worked out live.

After leading off with "Beach Comber" (the first track on their worthy self-titled debut full-length from last year) they followed with one of the new songs, this one bringing more of an aggressive attack. That quality would be echoed in a quickly urgent version of "Green River" that rushed by in a minute and a half, zipping past in a way that the meandering album version doesn't.

But still, all the elements that made me a big fan of the band were in place here, even though the kickdrum had a bit of a damp rattle to it at first. The band is at their best when they're uncompressed, letting the songs breathe. That worked out well in the large open space of the Great Hall, which can sound a little hollow and echo-y for some kinds of music. Ending with the ace new one "All Out of Tune", I was glad to hear Real Estate again — I don't know if its just a prestige thing, but I'm still waiting for the band to make it back this way as proper headliners.

Listen to a track from this set here.

One of the benefits of the Great Hall is that it can be pleasantly full without feeling too crowded — a little elbow room is a definite plus. The room felt like that as Kurt Vile took the stage, guitars launching in a sludgy wave, grooving along for a couple minutes before Vile's largely unintelligible vocals joined in. To that extent, Dino Jr. came to mind a little off the bat. And, admittedly, I was casting around for points of comparison, as I didn't know too much about the night's headliner. Though his signing to Matador Records had caught my attention, the few songs that I'd heard hadn't done much for me, so I was waiting for the live exposure to really decide how I felt about him.

Singing and playing guitar, his touring band included a second guitarist, drums and harp, of all things. Although it looked cool/unusual on stage, the harp wasn't always that audible — when it wasn't drowned out, it mostly came through as little plinky keyboard-like sounds in the quieter bits. There was a definite stoner-rock vibe going on, as if there was a constant sludgy wah-wah under everything for large swaths of the set.

Three songs in on "Freak Train", the aural layout got shuffled up, which helped cut through the mush a bit. The drummer switched on the drum machine for this one, while Vile's lyrics burst out in a torrent. With the tinny/canned sounding rhythm tracks, it was almost as if he were making an effort to have his stage sound come out something like a semi-cruddy four-track recording.4

Vile didn't always have much to say between songs, sometimes preferring to just tune his guitar, which was held up with a length of cord rather than a strap. He was amusingly goofy in stoner-riffic way, randomly quoting from American Movie at one point. And of the slightly mushy mix early on, he said, "sorry about the vocals — just imagine 'em!". He also dedicated "He's Alright" to Jennifer Castle.

That was one of a series of songs played on acoustic guitar and featured a nice echo-y vibe. The set ended with the extended "Overnight Religion", and Vile's slurred vocalisations and occasional yelps brought to mind nothing more than Biz Markie belting out "Bennie and the Jets". It might have been a slightly short set for the more devoted fans in attendance, even with the slightly noodle-y "Dead Alive" tacked on for an encore.

Overall, the set was... fine, nothing great. It was entertaining in a vaguely-psychedelic slacker/stoner sort of way.5 From my perspective, I'd say this was yet another time that Real Estate outclassed the band they were opening for — when are they gonna get a local headlining show?6

Listen to a track from this set here.


1 I'm guessing that some of this might be on a split 12" vinyl release with Wyrd Visions, coming out soon on Blue Fog.

2 Some of that extra spark might have just been bad wiring, though: Castle saying between songs, "this is a very live microphone — I'm getting all sorts of shocks. I don't mind. I don't mind, necessarily."

3 Bassist Alex Bleeker, who helps carry the sound with un-fussy precision, must have felt lonely on the night, being the only four-stringer amongst the three bands on the bill.

4 This creates an interesting contrast with Real Estate, whose album sounds a bit thin and four-track-y, but are much more hi-fi when playing live.

5 Although there's been a lot of postive press for him, Vile apparently has his detractors. When I was double-checking his wikipedia entry, it lead off with this missive, which I am inclined to think was posted by an impostor: "i steal a whole bunch of crap from other bands, then add my own computer-generated music. im a total fake, and everybody should know". [sic throughout]

6 I missed Real Estate's most recent stop in town, where they were yet again the opening act, this time for Deerhunter at the Opera House. Does it count as a progression to be opening for other people at increasingly large venues?

Friday, April 30, 2010

Recording: Real Estate

Artist: Real Estate

Song: Out of Tune

Recorded at The Horseshoe, March 14, 2010.

Real Estate - Out of Tune

My notes for this gig can be found here.

Gig: Woods

Woods (Real Estate / Easyboy)

The Horseshoe. Sunday, March 14, 2010.

As a chaser to CMW, out for the last of five nights in a row — aie! But this time in more of a regular concert setting. A double header of acts from the Woodsist label, recently on their game with a string of fine releases.

The early opener was one-man band Easyboy, the solo project of Eric Farber (also in Truman Peyote). Starting things off to a pretty vacant house, Farber was set up with a Roland keyb sitting above a shelf full of electronic gear. Although his short set would explore a variety of different sounds, he started off with his best foot forward, his keybs sounding like the introduction to a particularly fiendish level of Zaxxon before his quavery vox kicked in. This was likable stuff, and Farber wasn't rushing his first impression, letting the song slowly unfold for about seven minutes, including extended intro and ending. This seemed promising, but the remaining material couldn't maintain that level.

Playing guitar for the next number accompanied by a stripped-down drum machine wooom-kick beat, the song sounded a bit like, say, a Tall Dwarfs out-take, while the following song used what sounded like a looped Shirelles sample for its backing but never quite attained escape velocity. After that the set never quite held my attention as much. It didn't help matters that Farber has a limited vocal range that he pushed the limits of and that his interaction with the crowd was pretty much non-existent. There are some ideas here, and the first song worked — but on the whole this felt like an undercooked appetizer.

Listen to a track from this set here.

The place filled up surprisingly fast for Real Estate. Which was rather encouraging — I'd fallen in love with the band from the moment I'd first heard them, playing as support to a bigger-buzz headliner that got blown off the stage by the New Jersey quartet. But on that night they were playing to a fairly sparse crowd. Word has apparently gotten around, as on their return they had a full room to play to, even if they were second-billed again. As it would turn out, it was almost like a co-headliner type of gig, and all told Real Estate played just under fifty minutes, about an equal set time as Woods.

Leading off with "Beach Comber", the first track to their excellent self-titled album, it wasn't long into the set before I realized I was enjoying this immensely. The band's unforced, delicious languidness serves them extremely well on stage, and fortunately the crowd seemed prepared to go along for the ride, listening pretty attentively. There were even a few people singing along to "Suburban Beverage"'s refrain of "Budweiser, Sprite, do you feel alright?"

For all the talk lumping Real Estate into whichever lo-fi ghetto you care to name, people miss some of the more obvious touchstones for the bands' gently shimmering guitar interplay. The second song — a new one called "All Out of Tune" brought to mind a version of a flanged-out, later-period Fleetwood Mac, albeit with Lindsay Buckingham riding in the groove than stretching out in a solo. "Art Vandelay" has something of an 80's college rock feel. The band also threw in a cover of Ariel Pink's "My Molly" — discuss amongst yourselves if this reveals something about their musical roots or is just a tip of the hat. Quite a few songs came from beyond their album, such as "Basement" from their Reality EP. Another new one was followed by the closing one-two punch of album standouts "Atlantic City" and "Fake Blues". Entirely satisfying and excellent sounding — one of the best sets of the year.

Listen to a track from this set here.

I wasn't only here for Real Estate. Woods had also impressed the last time I saw 'em, and I'd come to rather enjoy their Songs of Shame album. They're also a fairly unique live experience, with distorted vocal and other effects making each show uniquely muddy in its own little way.

I'm actually glad that I'd been right up front the previous go 'round, or I'd have been driven crazy this time trying to figure out where all the sounds were coming from. I was in about the third row of people from the stage, but even from there I hardly caught a glimpse of G. Lucas Crane, sitting on the floor with his rack of cassettes and effects and generally complicating the sound.

The band led off with psychedelic instrumental "The Creeps" before sliding into the highly tuneful "Blood Dries Darker", which sounds like a second cousin to Neil Young's "Powderfinger" after some peyote and a couple days in the sun.1 I think that the reason that Woods works so well is their leavening of sonic weirdness and catchy tunes, so although Jeremy Earl's warble is usually distorted by design and Crane's tape manipulation and eerie backing vox are undermining the songs' centres, tunes like "To Clean" and "Get Back" still have an resolutely hummable core. The band also slides back and forth with ease from quick, nugget-like campfire songs ("Down This Road", "The Hold") to extended jams ("The Dark") without making either seem out of place. Playing for about the same length of time as Real Estate, Woods' set wasn't quite as impressive but was still really good stuff.

Listen to a track from this set here.

By way of encore, the band re-emerged with the members of Woods to convene as Real Woods, everyone rotating one spot to take over a new instrument for the grand finale cover of Blind Melon's "No Rain", recognizable from the first guitar lick to a huge cheer. The singalong choruses extended into a jam — a weirdly mellow inspiration for some folks to start crowdsurfing. It was mildly goofy but rather good fun. And all told, a really good show.


1 This is from their forthcoming album At Echo Lake, though its been in their live repertoire for a while.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Recording: Real Estate

Artist: Real Estate

Song: Younger Than Yesterday

Recorded at El Mocambo, November 10, 2009.

Real Estate - Younger Than Yesterday

My notes for this set can be found here.

Gig: Girls

Girls (Real Estate)

El Mocambo. Tuesday, November 10, 2009.

Another Tuesday night, another trip to the El Mo to check out an out-of-town band riding on some buzz and good press. Like the last time I was in this situation, I was here as a rubbernecking spectator with no strong opinion going in, not having heard any music by either of the bands on the bill. For a show that I decided to attend fairly casually, it turned out to be rather a hot ticket, a sign reading "100% SOLD OUT" at the door.

Not quite looking sold out as I arrived a little bit before openers Real Estate took the stage. Lots of room to grab a spot in front of the stage and check out the Jersey-based four-piece, fronted by Martin Courtney, wearing a cardigan and looking a bit like the guy who got kicked out of the math club for having drugs in his locker. The band featured a melodic two-guitar sound, featuring both swirling textures and ringing chords on top. Although at a few points their sound also might be encapsulated as "we've got a flanger and we're gonna use it", the haze of that — and no shortage of reverb — never overpowered the songs. The music brought to mind the more psychedelic end of the classic Flying Nun bands, as well as some of Real Estate's compatriots on the Woodsist label, who happen to be on a pretty hot streak right now. And keeping things from getting too heavy, the band mixed in a couple surf-y instrumentals1 that still managed to fit it squarely with the other numbers. I found myself sucked in at the start and rather enraptured by the end — excellent stuff. This is why it's worth showing up for the opening band — despite all the duds and bores, every once in a while, you get to hear something fabulous. Keep your eye out for this lot: with their debut album just out, they already have a follow-up EP on the way. With that much to say, hopefully they'll make it back 'round to these parts sooner rather than later.

Listen to a track from this set here.

Immediately as Real Estate ended, there was a sudden suction-like burst of movement towards the stage, the relative spaciousness in front of quickly filled with the folks who had been arriving while the openers were on. I didn't want to get too squeezed in and let the crowd build up in front of me — obviously the bulk of the people here were more psyched up to see Girls than I was. The project of Christopher Owens — a young man with a tabloid-worthy personal backstory — was here at what might be the hight of his buzz bubble, with significant online plaudits making his debut album (titled, with the same generic consideration given to the band's name, Album) a big deal du moment.

Backed by a basic guit-bass-drums trio and accompanying himself on guitar, the band had a stripped-down sensibility that it applied to some wonderful old rock'n'roll chords borrowed from some of the canon's immortal tunes. Whether this band would be up to putting new wine in these old bottles, though, was no sure thing. Sounding like they had just started playing together (which, it turns out, was the case) the band was tentative and not particularly strong. The musical problems cascaded into a telling lack of stage presence, as at any given moment, all three players up front were usually looking down at their hands, even in the midst of the most straightforward strumming. Owens' frontman presence certainly hasn't yet caught up to his current level of fame, and the spaces between songs were often filled with silence as he tuned his guitar.

The band started off relatively strongly, with "Ghost Mouth" and "Laura" but couldn't really maintain any sort of consistent groove. Let it be noted, mind you, that I was in the minority here — the bulk of the student-y looking crowd were eating this stuff up. "Hellhole Ratrace" came with an insistently ringing guitar part that brought the retro-minded Scots in Glasvegas to mind — but such a comparison also serves to underline the sort of swagger that Girls is without, instead approaching the song with a wounded vulnerability. It then segued into "Morning Light" in as much of a guitar maelstrom as these musicians could muster, a big hit with the crowd.

All told, there was an interesting sort of revivalism in Girls' music playing itself out simultaneously on two tracks: not just the original rock'n'roll/Brill Building/Goffin-King sort of undercarriage, but also simultaneously an 80's Brit vision that looked back on some of those same sources (say, The Cure or Aztec Cameras). "Oh Boy!", a quiet b-side from the album that was played to lead off the encore was fairly winning, but again, just how exciting one might find it is inversely proportional to how many times you've heard that progression before. The real test for Owens will be how much he can transcend musical pastiche and generic lyrical sentiments.

My reaction isn't merely "the emperor has no clothes" — everyone borrows, and Owens is borrowing from some solid sources. He has a decently emotive voice. It's not like there's nothing there. But for my money, it's a bit too much, too soon. Real Estate were the achievers on this night, and it was their CD that I stopped to buy on my way out. Whether Owens gets a fair chance to grow into his talents, however ample they may be, before he's tossed aside for the next dreamy lad with a catchy tune and a backstory remains to be seen.

Listen to a track from this set here.


1 One of which was, despite the title "Atlantic City", not a cover.