Someone recently turned me on to this great band Mellowdrone. It’s quirky, psychodellic, and fun, while mixing a little Soup Dragons, maybe some U2, and wrapping it all together with a creative pallet knife. Why do I try to describe music with words? Who knows, no one can really do that. Yeah, you can say it mixes this band with that band, try to use some descriptive words, adjectives which have no meaning, really. Throw discriptive words like volleyed spears in no particular direction – “it’s free, not contempt, bohemian, rocky but with a nice roll”.
Then critics, reviewers, bloggers, you add some technical advice like you’re on ESPN zone or something – “great use of non-structured keyboards with underplayed guitar tracks”. OK, no one really writes like that, at least not the reviews I read anyway, but have you ever tried to review or describe a new band with only one album? There’s no reference, no body of work, if they’re really creative they even bend genre’s, blend techniques from genres, combine influences… yeah it’s hard, give me a break. So I’m left with reviewing reviews.
So here’s a review of White Blood Cells by White Stripes from Allmusic:
it sounds exactly how an underground sensation’s breakthrough album should: bigger and tighter than their earlier material, but not so polished that it will scare away longtime fans. Admittedly, White Blood Cells lacks some of the White Stripes’ blues influence and urgency, but it perfects the pop skills the duo honed on De Stijl and expands on them.
So, as you can see, I’m doing what I’m supposed to by just describing things like “urgency” and “blues influence” and “POLISHED”. Someone should write one of those “how to write business appraisals” books for reviewers like me to jog our jargon. Haha, jog our jargon… good name for an indie band, who lacks urgency and enjoys being unpolished, of course.
To be honest, most of the reviews I found of White Blood Cells were really good, like this one by Pitchfork.
I love the rock and roll. There’s always someone new coming along, taking that heavily rooted sound– the music of the Gods– and making the old beast sing anew. It’s Christ and Prometheus, eternally dying and rising again. Jack and Meg White summon the Holy Spirit and channel it through 16 perfectly concise songs of longing, with dirty, distorted electric guitar cranked to maximum amplification, crashing, bruised drums, and little else. They don’t innovate rock; they embody it. And whatever past form of the genre White Blood Cells invokes has been given a makeover and set loose to strut the lower east side’s back alleys in its new clothes. Red and white clothes. (The Stripes could stand to vary the color schemes of their album covers.)
Now that describes how this sounds to HIM, the person, leaving the reader to relate to HIS experience, not someone trying to relate to you in your references, like what polished means to you, what urgency means to you, but rather abstract notions like “music of the gods” and “eternal dying”, “crashing, bruised drums”.
So I’m not going to try to explain Mellowdrone, I just tied in a whole bunch of nonsense just to leave you to write your own review. Here’s Beautiful Day, by Mellowdrone. Run and buy this, you’ll find it in the “underground sensation breakthrough” section.
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