I have an unusual relation with this band. Hailing from Mt. Pleasant, Michigan, Anathallo are regulars of the Grand Rapids music scene (such as it is). Living in Grand Rapids I have had many opportunities to see Anathallo as, when they are not touring, they seem to be playing a show every few weeks. However I have only seen them live twice, a choice I am beginning to regret as their career gains momentum, drawing them farther and farther from GR. Perhaps people in this small city have begun to take them for granted because they always seem to be here. This is unfortunate because, simply put, Anathallo are one of the best live bands performing today.
When I say “best live band” I don’t simply mean in Michigan, or even the mid-west. Anathallo are one of the best live acts in the nation. Their shows are not flashy- no pyrotechnics or light displays- they are just seven young people playing with unbelievable passion and skill. Several members of the band are multi-instrumentalists and often switch instruments mid-song, giving their music an eclectic style and their performances a vital intensity. They are somewhat famous (locally, anyway) for their penchant for unorthodox percussion, including chains, pipes, and intricate stomping and clapping that utilizes every member of the band. This group mentality extends to the harmonies, which can create the startling effect of a rising wall of voices in the middle of a song.
Unfortunately such a fantastic live performance that depends so much on the personal interaction of the members is nearly impossible to transfer to a recording. Anathallo have released several records, which are all good, but do not capture the heights their music can reach on stage. With Floating World, their fifth release, Anathallo have come closer to capturing the passion of their live show than ever before.
I cannot be certain, but judging from the Japanese elements throughout the album I am guessing that the title references Ishiguro’s novel An Artist of the Floating World. If so, it is fitting in several respects. First, the “floating world” of Ishiguro’s novel refers to the night life in Japan, a world which exists only for that evening, perishes, and is recreated the next. This is an appropriate description of Anathallo’s performances, miniature worlds that are created throughout the evening and disappear along with the band. Secondly, “floating world” also refers to Japan at the time the novel takes place, in a flux between the traditional way of life and a more westernized, progressive mindset. This album also finds Anathallo in flux, poised to move from a local favorite to a breakthrough band.
I’m going to stop with the comparisons now because this is turning into a dissertation. The music Anathallo have recorded here is some of their best, shifting from delicate arpeggio guitar interwoven with powerful harmonies to a carnival mishmash of percussion and brass that calls to mind Tom Waits while maintaining a unique sound. Sadly this is a promo copy and doesn’t include the lyrics, which is a shame because they typically reflect the same passion found in the music. But if experience is anything to go by they have been just as carefully crafted as the music itself. Given all of these elements, Floating World finds Anathallo on the brink of receiving the nationwide attention they deserve.
Pretty Vicious – Beauty of Youth
Beauty of Youth is what happens when raw talent and a knack for writing great songs finds itself surviving the hype
The perils of industry hype and stardom have been unforgiving for many young bands. The brutal nature of the rock n’ roll whirlwind is both an inescapable thrill, and the overdose that has claimed the scalp of many. Welsh rock band Pretty Vicious are no stranger to the often destructive nature of record label glory and lofty expectations. The band members were mere teens (15-17) when they signed their mega-deal with Virgin EMI in 2015. What followed was a roller coaster ride of failed recording sessions and the burden of unmet expectations that come with signing big-money deals at such a young age. But the remarkable truth is, Pretty Vicious seem to have come out of the industry slog having survived their initial foray into the fire with an album that is quite a remarkable achievement.
Initially touted as the “next Oasis”, Pretty Vicious have thankfully shunned that tag and done away with writing the next Definitely Maybe for something more visceral. Beauty of Youth is what happens when raw talent and a knack for writing great songs finds itself surviving the hype. If Beauty Of Youth is a record signaling Pretty Vicious’ convalescence after their initial break down, then please, feed this medicine to all the bands.
There is no Oasis, but rather the furious, feverish unpredictability of rock music that we had seen with early Biffy Clyro, early Idlewild, packed with the dangerous uncertainty that came with The Libertines. It’s immediate too; from the raucous riff-heavy opener “These Four Walls” to the vagabond “What Could’ve Been”, much of the album channels frenzied palettes of distortion and beautiful noise. “Force of Nature” is a little Josh Homme, while “Someone Just Like You” is what Dave Grohl sounds like when he’s trying, but the album’s best moment is perhaps the gorgeous, slow-burning “Playing With Guns”. A song that’s composed of great wistful melodies that slowly incinerate the ears with infectious songwriting that makes Beauty Of Youth sound massive while being personal at the same time.
You can’t go past songs like “Move”, with its buzzsaw guitars and wall of energy, without thinking of all the best rock bands we’ve heard over the past decade. It’s got it all- to a T- but its urgency and hectic nature make it feel all the better. “Something Worthwhile” has got the bright lights and big stages of Glastonbury written all over it. And while their 2015 stint at the festival saw them on the “Introducing…” stage, this song is headlining main stage material.
It is quite an achievement to be as accomplished as Pretty Vicious at such a young age. Even more remarkable that they’ve survived the industry machine to release such a damn good debut album. Beauty of Youth is a composed, compelling, high energy debut that answers the question, “what became of the likely lads?”. They went on to write one of, if not the best, rock records of 2019.
Sum 41 – Order In Decline
Long gone are the days of All Killer, No Filler
Canadian pop-punkers Sum 41 have been remarkably consistent over the course of their last few albums. And while we have never stopped calling Sum 41 a pop-punk band, their last few albums have been less about being fun and bouncy, opting instead for a far more serious flavor of rock music. Long gone are the days of All Killer, No Filler, replaced instead with songs that do their best to mimic Muse’s big stadium anthem feel while not forgetting their penchant for metal licks and hefty solos. Truth is, it’s quite a shame because when Sum 41 were more about being fun and silly, their songs had this incredible likeability to them. Forget All Killer, No Filler, they were at their most fun with their often silly 2000 debut Half Hour of Power.
So what to expect with Order In Decline, their 7th full length? Well, if you like easy-to-digest pop-punk anthems, you best look elsewhere as much of the album spends way too much time taking itself too seriously. Not that the results are bad; songs like “A Death in The Family” and “Out For Blood” do the faux-hardcore/melodic punk thing really well. The chugga chugga riffs, toe-tapping melodies, and Deryck Whibley’s snotty vocals continue the band’s well-refined sound. Opener “Turning Away” doesn’t shy from being a little metal, a little rock, a little punk, and sets the high energy tone for the album. The return of Dave Brownsound for 2016’s 13 Voices has solidified the album’s two-pronged guitar attack, and Order In Decline’s production helps on that front- it’s a loud album, it just doesn’t seem to say a whole lot at times. “45 (A Matter of Time)” is the band’s anti-Trump song, and while it tries to provoke, sounds loud, its cheesy protests of “You’re something to few / But nothing to me / Someone so twisted and sick as can be / It wasn’t the plan / We gave it a shot / You’ve proven a real man is something you’re not” won’t exactly inspire a raging fire within the listener. I suppose if you’re turning to Sum 41 to change the course of the future, we’re all in trouble.
Sum 41 love their ballads too- and Order In Decline’s lighter in the air moment (phones in the air for you kids) is the piano-strewn ballad “Never There”. It’s OK, but doesn’t quite reach the heights of effective balladry they showed with “With Me”. The album’s best moment is the blitzing “The People Vs…” which trades the stadium rock for more melodic hardcore/thrash that a little akin to some of the goofy stuff they did on Half Hour. The meaty riffs, a great solo and the soaring chorus pumps much needed old Sum into Order In Decline, and it’s only a shame there isn’t more of it on the record.
As the album closes with the radio-ready “Catching Fire”, listeners are left with one of these two thoughts. For those who enjoy Sum 41 when they’re trying to be the best big band they can be, there is plenty to like on Order in Decline. They’ve found a consistent, polished, and well-produced sound they first hinted on with 2002’s Does This Look Infected?. For those who found their juvenile, snotty attitude on Half Hour of Power and All Killer to be the quality they most enjoyed will respond to Order in Decline with indifference. At least I don’t hate it.