Jessica Pratt – Even More Than A New Discovery

Jessica Pratt

In some quarters the new album by the Allah-Lahs has been lauded. The album sounds like it was locked away in a vault around 1967, only to be discovered 45 years later when the late bass player’s third wife found a safe-deposit key amongst his belongings and decided to find out what was hidden therein. In fact, so true is the Allah-Lahs album to a certain Nuggets-y, 60s-era garagey sound that it more resembles an album by a contemporary covers band than an original offering. Probably their nearest equivalent are The Explorers Club, who don’t so much ape the sound of The Beach Boys in the mid-1960s as rearrange a track on Summer Days (And Summer Nights!!) and pass it off as their own. So, why is Jessica Pratt any different? If Rip Van Winkle had taken a nap in June 1970 and only woken up in the autumn of 2012, then he might have been forgiven for thinking that the music scene was still populated by fey female vocalists gently strumming on acoustic guitars. Well, while there’s a certain throwback element to Jessica Pratt’s debut album, it’s also full of really good songs and, more importantly, some pretty unique phrasing. The problem with the Allah-Lahs is that they sound exactly like we would expect an undiscovered band from the late 1960s to sound. By contrast, even though Jessica Pratt is working within a genre that was popular at the time, she doesn’t sound like anyone who was singing then. This is no fairy-inhabited folk album. The vocals are too strong. This is no dirge-like collection of really intense singer-songwriter material either. Each song moves along at a pretty pace. And within any given song, there are plenty of chord changes to keep the interest up. And Jessica Pratt’s voice caresses each one equally well. Sure, there’s a certain slightly self-conscious lo-fi quality at times. But, for now, apparent late 60s throwback Jessica Pratt has produced a resolutely modern album.

Jessica Pratt Myspace page

Julie Feeney – Putting The Chamber Into Pop

Julie Feeney – Clocks

With a Julie Feeney album, you know there’s not going to be much emotion. Whatever the lyrics might say, however the music might rise and fall, the voice – the persona – is so controlled that extraversion is out of the question. You also know, though, that you are going to get a unique sound, beautiful arrangements, and some lovely phrasing. In this regard, the new album, Clocks, doesn’t disappoint. The standout track is ‘Julia’. Backed by just strings and a bass, she sings ‘Tonight, waiting in the water, Julia, Julia, And I cry out to the river, Julia, Julia’. On ‘water’, ‘river’, and all the ‘Julias’, the voice changes gorgeously and the music follows. It’s really sublime. But this Julie Feeney album is not quite the same as the two previous ones. Most notably, she sings what sounds like an octave lower. It’s not that she can’t hit the high notes any more. There’s plenty of that. But the general tone is much lower. To the point that on ‘Happy Ever After’, she sounds like a fey, female, Irish, Brian Blessed. More significantly, though, this is a much less playful album than Pages. Nowhere is this more evident than on ‘Galway Boy’. Apart from the deeper voice, the song begins as an almost exact replica of ‘Impossibly Beautiful’ or ‘Life’s Nudge’ from Pages. But after the initial wordplay, everything becomes much more straightforward. The impetus is lost. This is typical of the album as a whole. The mood is more sombre. The pace a little more stately. Julie Feeney’s albums have always been more like events than happenings. For its part, Clocks resembles an exhibition. It’s curated. This is no bad thing. The quality control is high. But the end result is just a little cold. Easy to admire, difficult to love.

Julie Feeney official website

Sufjan Stevens – It’s The Thought That Counts

Sufjan Stevens – Silver & Gold

Reputedly, there are only three people who understand the Schleswig-Holstein question. One is dead. One is mad. The other has forgotten. By the same token, there is only one person who really understands the Sufjan Stevens question. Luckily, he is not dead, and, thankfully, he remembers how to make music. Mad music. This time Sufjan has delivered 5 EPs of Christmas music dating from 2006-2010. The beauty of the collection is that it spans the period from his Illinoise moment through to the post-Age of Adz period and includes lots of Sufjan originals. The downside is that you have to put up with renditions of old favourites like ‘Silent Night’, which even his Sufjanness cannot fundamentally transform.  The Illinoise-era EP contains some great tracks that would have graced The Avalanche set of outtakes from that time. Indeed, the most realised track from this time, ‘Barcarola (You Must Be A Christmas Tree)’, is worthy of the majestic Illinoise album itself. EPs 2 and 4 are cold and difficult to like. The third EP contains some full-on Age of Adz Sufjan. If you thought this experimental new sound was extraordinary, then you’ll love it. If you thought the burping electronica and farting synths were unlistenable, then pass on. The real interest lies in EP no. 5. There are a couple of throw-away nuggets and some standards, but there are also some wonderful new songs. Whereas some of the Illinoise-era songs on EP 1 are a little bit unrealised, here the sound is much fuller and more confident. ‘Up on the Housetop’ borders on the funky. ‘Justice Delivers Its Death’ is not as depressing as you might think. But ‘Christmas Unicorn’ is the stand-out. The lyrics are hilarious. “I’m a Christmas Unicorn! In a uniform made of gold, With a billy-goat beard, and a sorcerer’s shield, and mistletoe on my nose!”. It gradually builds until the point where the singers start chanting “I’m a Christmas Unicorn” over and over. Thank you very much, you think. But, no. There’s more. The melody changes slightly and suddenly everyone is singing “Love, Love Will Tear Us Apart”. In Sufjan’s world, when two phrases have same number of syllables, you can do anything with them. EP no. 5 doesn’t so much mark a new departure in Sufjan’s music. In fact, there are times when it sounds very like the ‘All Delighted People’ EP that preceded Age of Adz. But it does remind us that he still has plenty of ideas buzzing round in his head. And that can only be a good thing. Ho, ho, ho!