Diamond NightsPopsicleKemado Records“Destination Diamonds”, the opening trackof Diamond Nights’ debut LP, should havebeen the rock <strong>and</strong> roll hit of this summer.Of course, it wasn’t, <strong>and</strong> the pasty indierock minions that rarely venture outside oftheir Pitchfork.com niche probably won’tbe rocking out to this any time in the nearfuture, either. B<strong>and</strong>s like <strong>The</strong> Darkness<strong>and</strong> local heroes B<strong>and</strong>way can get awaywith their inflated machismo <strong>and</strong> low-renttheatrics because they make it abundantlyclear that they have their tongues plantedfirmly in their respective cheeks. DiamondNights blur this line, <strong>and</strong> in turn, are probablygoing to ostracize some listeners. <strong>The</strong>aforementioned album opener is a gallopingromp that sounds like <strong>The</strong> Fucking Champscovering 38 Special <strong>and</strong> from there, thealbum speeds on just as restlessly: “SaturdayFantastic” is some bastard meeting between<strong>The</strong> Cars <strong>and</strong> Eddie Money, “Drip Drip” hasBrian May written all over it, “It’s A Shokka”flaunts an undeniable British Steel fetish,<strong>and</strong> so on. It can be a lot to digest, <strong>and</strong> thetransitory nature of Popsicle doesn’t make itany easier. Maybe sp<strong>and</strong>ex cat suits wouldhelp? An affected falsetto? Maybe if theywere British? Songs about V.D.? You seewhere I ’m going. As hard as it may be toaccept that a b<strong>and</strong> of normal looking guysunabashedly cites all of those b<strong>and</strong>s, atleast in their songs, as prominent influences,you can rest assured that there aren’t anygimmicks here. Popsicle, as mercurial as itis, succeeds in being a genuine rock <strong>and</strong>roll record <strong>and</strong> a breath of fresh, or at leastrecycled, air in a world overwrought withturgid, whiny Englishmen. - LoweDavid FridlundAmaterasuHidden AgendaThough it’s true he hails from the nationthat unleashed ABBA, David Fridlund isby no means a pop t<strong>art</strong>. He is, in essence,Sweden’s own Connor Oberst, a veritableindie beast unabashed in his emulation(<strong>and</strong> evisceration) of the hyper-earnest (<strong>and</strong>decadently American) white boy shtick. Aftersuccessfully fronting David & the Citizens fornearly 6 years, Fridlund goes it alone with therelease of Amaterasu, a 14 track LP namedmysteriously - <strong>and</strong> perhaps caustically - aftera Shinto sun goddess.Fridlund’s embrace <strong>and</strong> subsequentcommodification of such a complicatedfigure in Japanese mythology is almostoffensive in relation to the cacophonousape that I hesitate in even calling a solo20<strong>music</strong>“effort”. Amaterasu plays like prep-schoolcabaret, often angling for substantive stylebut never really delivering the proverbialgoods. On most tracks Fridlund barelymusters the goofy likeness of Ben Fold’spersona non grata, his generic, sexlesswhine straining over a deathless set ofexaggerated arrangements. <strong>The</strong> two mostdefiant tracks, “Before It Breaks” <strong>and</strong> “<strong>The</strong>Past Floats Like Stones”, are perhaps thealbum’s only rewards. “Before It Breaks”marks Amaterasu’s tired climax, a knowingblend of piano, violin <strong>and</strong> cello that recallscontemporaries Aqualung <strong>and</strong> Doveman;it proves there’s more to David Fridlundthan conspicuous imitation, however littleit may be. <strong>The</strong> album’s last track, “<strong>The</strong> PastFloats Like Stones” coordinates saxophone<strong>and</strong> percussion into a brilliant send-off, withFridlund claiming triumphantly to be “out oforder”. Without his Citizens, unfortunately,that’s all he st<strong>and</strong>s to be. I hope for his sakehe realizes it. - PilkingtonNeal Medlyn<strong>The</strong> Buttoned Down Mind Of Neal MedlynSelf ReleasedCheck out nealmedlyn.com <strong>and</strong> you can seeNeal Medlyn show his ass. He’s a past winnerof Mr. Lower East Side in his city of NYC. Hislive shows are a one-man goof fest with lotsof running around, costume changes, <strong>and</strong>so forth. His disc contains casio beats, homerecorded versions of his “orignal songs”which cover topics such as “Deez Nuts” <strong>and</strong>talking along with a tape of the TV show“Days of Our Lives”, solaugh a little. - RawlsBob MouldBody of SongYep RocAfter taking quite a few diversions fromhis power pop notoriety in recent yearssuch as writing wrestling scripts for WCW(nothing wrong with that) <strong>and</strong> a making anelectronica ablum in 2002 called Modulate,Bob Mould sounds rejeuvinated on Bodyof Song. For st<strong>art</strong>ers, he has been living inWashington, DC <strong>and</strong> making the most of it:for st<strong>art</strong>ers he has Fugazi drummer BrendanCanty, one of the best there was, is, or everwill be keeping the pace. Plus, the man whoengineered those great Fugazi albums, DonZientara did the same reputable job on Bodyof Song at his Arlington, VA Inner Ear Studio.“Days of Rain” harkens back to his solo workof the late ‘80’s, “Best Thing” has a guitar tonestraight out of New Day Rising, <strong>and</strong> a fewSugar-like tracks such as “Missing You” makean appearance, hoisting this album into theupper echelon of Mould’s extensive bodyof work. (For more on Mould, refer to ourinterview in this issue.) - RawlsPortastaticBright IdeasMergeOver the past three years it has becomeincreasingly more pragmatic to refer to MacMcCaughan as the guy from Portastatic,not the guy from Superchunk. As great asSuperchunk’s two recent sets at Cat’s Cradle(one opening for Dinosaur Jr, theother headlining) were, the Chunk hasearned a right to chill for a while. So “Mac,the guy from Portastatic”, or “Mac, the guywho gets good seats at the Springsteenshows because he knows the owner of theBackstreets zine” (either one will suffice),continually proves why he is a <strong>music</strong> lifer.<strong>The</strong>re are lifers like Lemmy Kilminster(remember Superchunk has covered “I’ll BeYour Sister”) <strong>and</strong> Ronnie James Dio who dothe same thing over <strong>and</strong> over <strong>and</strong> they dothat one thing better than anyone. And theydo it under the same respective moniker.<strong>The</strong>n you have a lifer like McCaughan,maintaining dual b<strong>and</strong>s, <strong>and</strong> a stellar recordlabel, who beat cynics tothe punch by having Superchunk songspublished under “All the Songs Sound theSame”. He also makes it seem like he neversleeps. Gradually building a great<strong>music</strong>al discography re: Portastatic, outof what seemed like incidental home
ecordings. If you bothered to read this farinto the review, then you probably knowenough of McCaughan’s history of quality<strong>music</strong>al output over the past twenty years ...that’s right, it’s damn close to twenty yearssince Slushpuppies were unleashed. On it’slatest release, Bright Ideas (Conner Oberstknows about it, he even wrote a review forit), Portastatic recorded the entire album ina proper studio for the first time <strong>and</strong> with amore concise line-up. Mac’s younger brotherMatthew is on drums <strong>and</strong> Superchunkguitarist Jim Wilbur is on bass, <strong>and</strong> togetherthey make for a powerful trio to be sure.<strong>The</strong> vibe of the 2003 song “Autumn GotDark” seems to continue on “Through WithPeople” <strong>and</strong> “I Wanna Know Girls”. <strong>The</strong>re is alsoa strong undercurrent of American MusicClub. Recorded in that b<strong>and</strong>’s hometown ofSan Francisco, with that b<strong>and</strong>’s drummer TimMooney as producer, he even drums on theopening title track, which recalls AMC’s 2004release Love Songs for Patriots. Instead ofthe imagery of sharks swirling around chudon Summer of the Shark, “a black balloonimploding” lingers literally, figuratively, <strong>and</strong>even visually on Bright Ideas. Not to say thealbum has a dour outlook. It’s balanced interms of song tempo <strong>and</strong>lyrical levity. Also not to say each songdoesn’t have it’s own strong context, butit’s hard to avoid individual lines from thesongs “Full of Stars”, “Registered Ghosts”, <strong>and</strong>“<strong>The</strong> Soft Rewind” respectively, “it’s a messyconstellation”, “I make my own scene”, <strong>and</strong>“this is us”. Through whatever develops, alifer like McCaughan is going to follow hismuse <strong>and</strong> continue to craft songs. And eventhough this Portastatic album wasn’t laiddown on a four track tape (it was hashed outin the studio of Portastatic’s touring mate inthe coming months, John V<strong>and</strong>erslice) <strong>and</strong>I’m not listening to it on vinyl (I’m hearing iton a cd played on a computer) I’m going todo the same thing as I did after the first time Iheard a Portastatic seven inch when I flippedthe record over <strong>and</strong> played it again, I’m goingto click on the play button <strong>and</strong> listen to thisalbum again. - Rawls<strong>The</strong> RosebudsBirds Make Good NeighborsMerge RecordsAfter hearing the title of the latestinstallment from <strong>The</strong> Rosebuds, you mightst<strong>art</strong> to worry that Ivan Howard has fallenprey to the disease that effects countlessnumbers of prolific, successful <strong>music</strong>ians. <strong>The</strong>symptoms span from a proclivity for wearingsunglasses indoors to dating washed upactresses to, in extreme cases, dressinglike a 19 th century conquistador. While thetitle remains up in the air as either a turgidmetaphor or a painfully earnest sentiment,one spin of Birds Make Good Neighbors willset you at ease. Literally. <strong>The</strong> enthusiasticrave-ups of Make Out, their upbeat debut,are supplanted with gentle keys, stringarrangements, <strong>and</strong> moody acoustics. Whilethe songwriting will still seem instantlyfamiliar to fans, albeit more restrained, thearrangements are much more complexwhich gives Howard c<strong>art</strong>e blanche vocally,<strong>and</strong> it should come as no surprise that heis up to the task. <strong>The</strong> surprise, however, isthe auspicious debut of Kelly Crisp’s deep,breathy vocals providing a tremendousbalance to Howard’s lofty delivery, asevidenced on the western-tinged “Leaves DoFall”. This dynamic is employed again on theanthemic “Shake Our Tree”, <strong>and</strong> to such greateffect that the two tracks featuring Crisp onvocals become immediate st<strong>and</strong>outs. That’snot to say that there is anything here thatqualifies as filler. “<strong>The</strong> Lovers Rights” definitelyfinds Howard indulging in a Morrisseycadence <strong>and</strong> the sublime “4 Track Love Song”is, well, exactly what is says it is, a lo-fi pae<strong>and</strong>isguised as a dirge. Birds is a great followupalbum, <strong>and</strong> knowing the work ethic of<strong>The</strong> Rosebuds, it will probably only be a fewmonths before they come back with more.– LoweSufjan StevensIllinoisAsthmatic Kitty RecordsNot since the Flaming Lips’ four-discs-playedin-unisonexperimental Zaireeka, has an <strong>art</strong>istattempted such a wildly ambitious conceptas Sufjan Stevens’ “50 states” project. <strong>The</strong>omni-talented Stevens returns to the task ofpainting historically accurate portraits of ourcountry’s regions by visiting lush <strong>and</strong> eclecticPrairie State, Illinois. Despite ridiculouslywordy titles like “A Short Reprise for MaryTodd, Who Went Insane, but for Very GoodReasons,” the songs remain painstakinglysincere. Stevens employs dozens of<strong>music</strong>