Elephant 6?

Crap
Total votes: 4 (31%)
Not Crap
Total votes: 9 (69%)
Total votes: 13

" Collective" : Elephant 6

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dontfeartheringo wrote:
SecondEdition wrote:
dontfeartheringo wrote:
SecondEdition wrote:I hear that The Olivia Tremor Control and Of Montreal are good bands.


You heard that, did you?


Have I been misinformed, Ringo?


Let me predicate this by saying that my taste is weird, and that I have friends in both bands.

However, based on your objections stated above, I think you may find that there is more of the same with OTC and that Of Montreal is (to me) the musical equivalent of Capri Pants on guys.

By the way, "high school horns" is a phrase that exactly captures my aversion to what is wrong with so much indie pop.


(Edit: I kind of got set off on a rant. Sorry everyone! Hope it is at least entertaining.)

Rats. Well, I'll still give both bands a listen when I find the time (given that I'm burning out on Big Star at the moment, though, that might take a while). "The musical equivalent of Capri Pants on guys"...brilliant. Effete, then?

I resolved to give In The Aeroplane Over The Sea a full, measured listen as well some time ago, though I still haven't got the courage up to subject myself to that after that first listen. Believe me, it was rough sailing...and in class too. That loathed printmaking class was one demoralizing experience. So maybe I have a lot of unfair stigma attached to Neutral Milk Hotel.

"High school horns"...well, they are. Nick, a guy I know who subbed for my guitar teacher last week and who is really into Neutral Milk Hotel, says that he has live bootlegs of them and apparently the guy who's playing them may as well be farting into his instrument about half of the time. He can't play. Nick still likes them very much, but I don't know if I could. He says he understands that it's difficult to get into. So I will give it more time than I did before.

To me, here's the thing about a good portion of successful indie bands these days: There's a line between charming, childlike, honestly emotional amateurism and posturing, rudimentary, sometimes tuneless ostentation, and a lot of these bands, like Neutral Milk Hotel, Animal Collective and the Arcade Fire, seem to have a tenuous grasp of that line, which is worrisome and makes for quite a lot of hit-and-miss music. They fail for different reasons: Arcade Fire simply has bum riffs a good portion of the time, which are enlivened with layers of unorthodox orchestration that are interesting, but don't quite manage to conceal the fact that the riffs are stale and overly repetitive, or the fact that Win Butler's vibrato is frequently in danger of strangling his ability to stay in the same key. (The girl's voice is worse.)

From the few listens that I've given them, Neutral Milk Hotel seem to have the horns there for no real reason, like a euphonium was lying around the rehearsal space and one of their friends just started puffing and honking along. The real problem with them is Jeff Mangum: as far as I can tell - and please correct me if I am wrong, because, again, this is all first impression - Mangum is a very repressed, very awkward person, who seems to draw upon his neuroses and childlike fantasies exclusively for songwriting material. You could make a case that that is really all anyone needs - neuroses and childlike fantasies covers practically all of Syd Barrett's artistic output - but Jeff Mangum is not Syd Barrett and he never will be. His Anne Frank obsession is extremely disturbing to me: "In my dreams, you're not dead and your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet" is a beautifully written and feverishly intense line, but the fact that he's talking, decades later, about someone who died in a concentration camp is sickening. Add to that his apparent discomfort with sex and it seems like a self-diagnosis. The thing is, it doesn't even feel compelling, at least not transmuted through Mangum's horrid, is-he-trying-to-be-out-of-tune wreck of a voice. You get the idea all Jeff Mangum really needs is to get out of his womblike house, go down to the local bar and get a drink and a blowjob. (The fact that this last sentence sums up pretty much what I need as well is more than slightly disturbing to me.)

Anyway, I guess that can all be summed up by saying: Neutral Milk Hotel have a lot to answer for, don't they?
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" Collective" : Elephant 6

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In The Aeroplane is genius. I have a complete mental breakdown nigh every time I hear it. The voice is off, yes, but the aural texture of the album is unique, and the lyrical content is... I'll leave it at "fascinating" so that I don't go on a long rant.

Olivia Tremor Control is a good band.

Beulah is a good band.

I don't think I can rule on the collective, though.
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Linus Van Pelt wrote:I subscribe to neither prong of your false dichotomy.

" Collective" : Elephant 6

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SecondEdition wrote:The real problem with them is Jeff Mangum: as far as I can tell - and please correct me if I am wrong, because, again, this is all first impression - Mangum is a very repressed, very awkward person, who seems to draw upon his neuroses and childlike fantasies exclusively for songwriting material. You could make a case that that is really all anyone needs - neuroses and childlike fantasies covers practically all of Syd Barrett's artistic output - but Jeff Mangum is not Syd Barrett and he never will be. His Anne Frank obsession is extremely disturbing to me: "In my dreams, you're not dead and your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet" is a beautifully written and feverishly intense line, but the fact that he's talking, decades later, about someone who died in a concentration camp is sickening. Add to that his apparent discomfort with sex and it seems like a self-diagnosis.
See, that's what I find amazing about it. All of these obsessions are wrapped into each other in one very coherent whole. Anne Frank is both the symbol of innocence-destroyed, and therefore a focus of his sympathy and perhaps identification, and at the same time this sexualized subject of desire specifically BECAUSE of her innocence and her death - virginal, unattainable, pure - compared with the horror of the world around him (Christian sexual repression, infidelity, self-loathing). There are these constant attempts to express love and desire, and they constantly twist back onto themselves into manipulation and control and fear. The identity of the narrator is constantly falling in on itself and blending with people it describes - the way he blends with the subject of "Oh Comely," etc. etc. etc.

Obviously it's a self-diagnosis, but it holds together so fucking well. Lyrics are gorgeous; content, while disturbing, is still meaningful.

I can talk about this album for hours. And have.

I'd suggest that the source material is largely not childhood fantasy, which is why the imagery is so distressing - it's a grown man, very sensitive and imaginative, trying to deal with all these issues.

Also, quote correction: "In my dreams you're alive and you're crying, / as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet."

Goddamn, every time I finish this album I want to stop existing.
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Linus Van Pelt wrote:I subscribe to neither prong of your false dichotomy.

" Collective" : Elephant 6

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Kyle Motor wrote:CRAP for The Minders, Apples In Stereo, Olivia Tremor Control, and The Gerbils.

HUGE WAFFLE FACTOR for Neutral Milk Hotel.

SecondEdition wrote:It was dogshit. High school horns and some wimpy, overemoting twat warbling like he just had a sparrow stuck in his throat. Hideous.

I completely dis-agree. The best album of '98.


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" Collective" : Elephant 6

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Pasta wrote:
Kyle Motor wrote:CRAP for The Minders, Apples In Stereo, Olivia Tremor Control, and The Gerbils.

HUGE WAFFLE FACTOR for Neutral Milk Hotel.

SecondEdition wrote:It was dogshit. High school horns and some wimpy, overemoting twat warbling like he just had a sparrow stuck in his throat. Hideous.

I completely dis-agree. The best album of '98.


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