Archive for July, 2016

Tyondai Braxton // Oranged Out EP

July 26th, 2016 | This Is New York | 0 Comments


I saw New York-based composer (and former Battles member) Tyondai Braxton last week, performing at his record release show at National Sawdust Co. in Brooklyn. Anticipating his set, I remembered reading about him playing guitar surrounded by crazy pedals, manipulating loops and out-of-this-world sounds, and was expecting to see that. But his recent work, which you can hear on the Oranged Out EP, is analog synth stuff. It’s noisy, glitchy, and sometimes beautiful, especially with the glitchy visuals projected behind him, accompanying the work, .

26 (my age) has been an interesting year for me so far. A lot of the indie bands I read these days about seem so young, and the music they play feels cartoonish, like the musical equivalent of Archie comics. That’s not to say there’s anything wrong with it (or Archie comics) – I just don’t relate to it the way I used to. But New York is great because, among other things, it’s still called home by some of the most interesting, mature, forward thinking musicians and composers in the world, from Philip Glass and Steve Reich to the weirdos in bands like Oneida and Zs (the latter of whom also played a great set at National Sawdust Co. that night). I consider Braxton to be in that category of music makers.

I’ve been a fan of Braxton’s ever since coming across his name when I first read about Battles. It’s a shame he’s not still playing with that also-incredible crew anymore (playing along to sampled recordings just isn’t as good as performing with Braxton as a vocalist), but I can’t complain that he’s not still making great work.

Shlock Appeal // J.C.

July 15th, 2016 | Film | 0 Comments


My favourite little theatre in Williamsburg, Spectacle, is playing this 1974 biker movie J.C. this month, so I decided to check it out. Yes, the guy is supposed to be like Jesus, but only sort of. Despite being kind of an insane movie, J.C. is actually incredibly enjoyable and features a strong social commentary.

The basic plot is that J.C. left his small Southern hometown when he was young to go off and become a biker vagabond travelling the country with his motley crew. One day he gets a little sick of the road and decides he and his gang are going to go back to his hometown to hangout with his sister, who he hasn’t seen in a while. Of course, the townsfolk and the two policemen in town don’t take too kindly to these hairy, non-comformist biker types. The bikers tell them they don’t want no trouble, and indeed, they are a very well-behaved bunch, but the townspeople just don’t like the look of ’em and decide they’re not going to give them any rest until they’re gone.

J.C. has a black friend, and in an unfortunate instance of timeliness, the police arrest him for some b.s., lock him up and repeatedly beat the crap out of him. J.C. and his crew try and negotiate with the police to let him go, but it doesn’t go anywhere. The bikers say they’ll leave town and never come back if the police just let him go. No deal. Eventually the bikers try to break him out…and all hell breaks loose.

The whole Jesus angle doesn’t get too deep a treatment in the film, but J.C. is a simple, relatively well-made film with strong characters. It deals with issues like intolerance – both of people’s race and lifestyle – in a blunt, effective way. I especially took note of how the barely-challenged power of the police seemed to be a corrupting force, and how defensively both the police and townsfolk reacted to anything outside of their ordinary, accepted culture. That being said, this is still a cheap grind house movie and there are plenty of WTF moments – as in any good grindhouse film. After Easy Rider, I’d say J.C. is now my favourite biker movie.

Weird Lines

July 5th, 2016 | Mp3 Posts | 0 Comments


Just in time for this year’s Sappyfest, a gaggle of Eastern Canadian indie rockers (including Julie Doiron) band together to put out a very nice little album on a new label called Sappy Futures.