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Bill Janovitz & Crown Victoria – Fireworks on TV!

Fireworks on TV! is an unusual beast in an era where all music has been galvanized, forced to exist under the burden of a necessary genre or binding demographics.

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Preface

Phillip: The beautiful thing about writing music reviews is discovering an artist that you never heard of before. Recently, I have received some of the best albums I have listened to this year by the likes of Lil’ Cap’n Travis, Matt Pond PA, Pfeifer Sam, The Roots and now I can add the thoughtful, alternative power pop of Bill Janovitz and Crown Victoria. But who is Bill Janovitz and what is his artistic vision? His artist biography states he was the front man of Buffalo Tom, a band where he “helped create a remarkable body of work.” Well I have heard of Buffalo wings and Buffalo Bill Cody but at the risk of sounding like a dilettante, if Tom were a singing Bison, this information would have escaped me.

Luke: As a member and lead songwriter of seminal ‘90s rockers Buffalo Tom, Bill Janovitz combined the vivid introspection of a singer/songwriter with the visceral immediacy of a garage rocker, resulting in some of the most powerfully emotive rock songs in recent memory. Buffalo Tom’s brief encounter with commercial popularity peaked during grunge’s initial heyday, but while their songs were undeniably striking and forceful, they did so without the focused, laborious angst that trademarked the early Nirvana and Pearl Jam records. Aside from a handful of minor alternative radio hits (including “Sodajerk” and “Taillights Fade,” a song that I have to admit is the saddest, most genuinely desperate piece of pop music I’ve ever heard) they never approached the runaway success of their furious rock brethren, but did cultivate a core group of loyal fans both in their home base of Boston and other locales.

Janovitz and his Buffalo Tom bandmates Tom Maginnis and Chris Colbourn put the band on hiatus following the chilly reception to 1998’s Smitten, affording Janovitz the opportunity to scratch his folk itch, which resulted in two sparse solo records, Lonesome Billy and Up Here. With rumors of a Buffalo Tom revival gestating, Janovitz has returned to his bread and butter, the punchy, affecting rock and roll that marked the heyday of that band. On Fireworks on TV!, a one-off recorded with his crack band of friends and cohorts, Janovitz rediscovers his inner rocker while combining it with a handful of the folksier sensibilities from his solo work. It’s not Buffalo Tom, but it’s a compelling rock and roll experience all on its own.

Fireworks on TV!

Luke:Fireworks on TV! (replete with shamelessly appropriate exclamation point that just makes you think Super Bass-O-Matic 76!) was recorded in three days at the now-defunct Fort Apache Studio in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where Buffalo Tom recorded three of their albums from 1989 to 1992. When one hears Janovitz’s vocals faintly ringing off of the studio walls, one can feel the urgency that drives the record forward, as if the band had only a few minutes to smash out one final take before the studio was bulldozed to make space for a mini-mall. He and his backing group, Crown Victoria – comprised of drummer Tom Polce, who also co-produced the record, bassist Josh Lattanzi, who has also played with Juliana Hatfield, Ben Kweller, and Howie Day, and frequent Buffalo Tom conributor Phil Aiken on keys, who just put out a solo record of his own – did the record live with minimal overdubs, so the on-the-spot energy imbues even the quietest passages. It’s a throwback record in the truest sense of the term, with live band performance and verve taking clear priority over manipulation and production values. Makes one long for the days when ProTools didn’t mean anything.

“One, Two, Three” and “My Radio” blow the gates wide open right from the get-go, the former a midtempo potboiler with Janovitz’s acoustic and electric forming a potent combo, and the latter a snappy, efficacious romp that would have been a prime radio-ready rocker in a pop music universe with any semblance of justice. We’re also treated to two versions of the title track, a deliberate, introspective original and a smoking, no-frills second take that closes the album. Pensive numbers like “Mary Kay”, “I Found Out” and “Whisper To Yourself” are all marked by even the most minor of guitar squalls, though their measured tempos frame the album’s thick slate of rockers, of which “Almost Beating” and “Sinking” are a couple of the most striking.

Phillip: “One, Two, Three” is indeed a very solid opener that has a vibe reminiscent of Graham Parker’s “Discovering Japan” with a touch of the Wallflower’s “Three Marlenas” thrown in. The upbeat energy of the record maintains nicely with “My Radio,” which carries on in the tradition of Parker, Elvis Costello and John Hiatt and features particularly good organ parts played by Phil Aiken (another regular member of the aforementioned band named after the hoofed creature).

The reason I mentioned those other extraordinarily proficient singer/songwriters in the previous paragraph was to foretell the way I feel about “Almost Beating,” a song that is so dang blasted good that it is nearly a perfect power pop track. What do I mean by nearly perfect? Well, the melody is appealing, the energy level of the track sounds live, there are well defined musical parts and the lyrics tell a story without being too arty or pretentious; and did I mention that Bill really sounds like Graham Parker?

Sometimes I have to listen to a song a few times before I get it. However, that certainly was not the case with “Minutes of the Day;” a song that immediately caught my jaded old ears. It is clear that Mister Janowitz understands how to fashion a good song, which by my definition includes writing a strong verse, chorus and bridge part, as well as putting equal effort into crafting well thought out lyrics. A perfect musical example of this is “Believe,” a song that is an ideal combination of chords, riffs, cool poetry and melodic sensibility.

Précis

Phillip: This masterful record ends with the title track, yet another tuneful rocker that is driven by crunching guitars and the sturdy rhythm of pounding tom toms. It is so vibrant with energy, that I can almost picture the musicians bouncing along with the track while I am playing it. But don’t take my word for it. I strongly urge you to get this record and find out for yourself why I am excited about Bill Janovitz and Crown Victoria. Their brand fireworks will not leave you feeling burned.

Luke:Fireworks on TV! is an unusual beast in an era where all music has been galvanized, forced to exist under the burden of a necessary genre or binding demographics. It’s the sort of album that those loyal to Buffalo Tom in their original incarnation, a fan base that is for the most part safely into their 30’s by now, can rock out to without pretense or compromise. Most of them have probably gotten their fill of Damien Rice, Norah Jones and REM by listening loyally to their local Triple A station, so they could use a good rocking. Janovitz is a consummate songwriter who is able to capture the true emotive power of rock and roll while keeping it accessible to an appreciative, blue-collar audience. You need no rock and roll pedigree to enjoy the bounty of Fireworks on TV! It’s all there for you. Just throw on the headphones and go. Not to mention it’ll keep the Buffalo Tom acolytes happy until their next record comes around.

(NB: Those curious about the music of Buffalo Tom would probably be best off starting with their retrospective album, A-Sides from Buffalo Tom: 1988-1999, and then moving back to albums such as Let Me Come Over and Big Red Letter Day. After that, you’re on your own. – Luke)

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Willie Nelson’s “Sad Songs and Waltzes” and the Art of Alienation

The hard-won wisdom about the human toll that capitalist alienation extracts is what makes Willie Nelson’s “Sad Songs and Waltzes” so beautifully devastating

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Someday, when the world finally loses Willie Nelson, there will be an eruption of sadness. He is an icon, yet many people will still be shocked at the depth and profundity of his body of work. At this point already, the unbroken length and quality of his career is almost without precedent in American music. He has simply been here so long it seems he has always been here doing what he does. And his music has defied easy categorization, slipping seamlessly between wide varieties of country music, jazz, and American standards. He is probably the artist for whom the term “Americana” was most properly invented. 

Yet his career can be divided into rather neatly-defined stages. For many people, myself included, his most interesting stage is probably his brief stint with Atlantic Records in the early 1970s. Atlantic had just begun a Country division and Nelson was brought in as a cornerstone for that new endeavor. The experiment was not long; Nelson ended up recording only two albums under the Atlantic label, Shotgun Willie and Phases and Stages, but the two albums worked out to be an essential bridge in Nelson’s gradual transformation from a fixture of the Nashville establishment to an iconic Outlaw and the singular artist we know and love today. Without these works, there is no path to Red Headed Stranger or Stardust or the collaborations with Waylon Jennings and Merle Haggard that would come to define Country music in the decades to come. 

Here I want to discuss the simple, singular genius of one song from this period, “Sad Songs and Waltzes” from Shotgun Willie. The song perfectly embodies the artistic maturity gained by Nelson’s long breakup with the Nashville machine. And the hard lessons learned by that process show up in the song’s spare production, which works with its deceptively simple lyrics to show how market economies alienate human beings from themselves and one another. 

“Sad Songs and Waltzes” and Willie Nelson’s Career

Nelson was pushing 40 when Shotgun Willie was released. He was a longtime fixture in the Nashville music business, mainly as a songwriter (he was a hit maker for many other artists, writing songs like “Crazy” for Patsy Cline). As a solo artist himself, however, Nelson was constrained by the producer-centric power structures of The Nashville Sound. His ambitions were too large to be contained for long, however.

Nelson had already experimented musically. For example, he released a beautiful yet enigmatic concept album in 1971 called Yesterday’s Wine, which began the process of pushing his way out of the mold Nashville had formed him in. Eventually, he would leave RCA and Nashville altogether, moving to Austin, Texas and, in that strange mix of bikers, cowboys, and hippies, Willie Nelson as we now know him began to invent himself.

This is the world into which Shotgun Willie, and its third song “Sad Songs and Waltzes” was born.

The Song

With only a single guitar, alternating bass notes between plucky strums to create a (you guessed it) waltz, and backed by a distant steel guitar, the song begins “I’m writing a song all about you. A true song as real as my tears. But you’ve no need to fear it, ‘cause no one will hear it. ‘Cause sad songs and waltzes aren’t selling this year.” 

This utterly simply, yet devastatingly powerful opening tells the whole story. A man, an artist, is betrayed by his love and longs to express it through his art. The power of the marketplace makes this an impossibility. He is left both without a woman and without a song to mourn her absence. This is the purest tragedy. 

Essentially the song, like many country songs,  tells a story about a man who has lost a relationship with a woman. This is a rather normal part of human life, but human relations are flexible and people typically have the ability to craft new relationships in the wake of these breakups. The speaker in this song is deprived of that opportunity. The purpose of his art, the song he sings about writing, is to forge a relationship between him and his audience. His artistic expression is an extension of his humanity, his self. Sadly, this self does not exist outside the controls of the marketplace. His song will remain unsung because “sad songs and waltzes aren’t selling this year.” 

The chorus puts it in even more starkly economic terms. “It’s a good thing that I’m not a star. You don’t know how lucky you are. Though my record may say it, no one will play it. ‘Cause sad songs and waltzes aren’t selling this year.” Perhaps if our singer were more famous he could escape the cage built  for him by the music industry, but he is not. Therefore, any effort to make art from his pain — art that might forge a relationship between him and an audience — is in vain. No one would play it in the first place as it is not marketable. 

One particularly interesting feature of this song is its meta approach to songwriting. It is, in simple terms, a song about a song. This is not a particularly novel concept in itself, with the supreme example probably being the first verse of Leonard Cohen’s ubiquitous “Hallelujah.” “Sad Songs and Waltzes” provides a fascinating twist on the genre, however. This is a song about another song that no one has heard, nor will they, for economic reasons that we will get into in a bit. 

This is not merely clever, it is a formal feature that contributes to the song’s meaning. “Sad Songs and Waltzes” is a song is about alienation. And the singer of this song is so alienated from his personal art that he can only sing about it at a distance. It represents an ultimate form of alienation.

Alienation and Markets

Alienation is a devastating consequence of life lived under the control of markets. This is a central point in the writings of Marx and other critics of capitalism. The moving around of money in the quest to extract profit makes us all, in one way or another, cogs in a capital-producing machine, and Nashville certainly was and remains one of those. 

Like many talented artists working in Nashville, Nelson had been alienated from the fruit of his labor. He was put to work writing songs for other people to sing to create income for his record company. And when we was permitted to record his music himself, it simply wasn’t Willie Nelson as we know him. Seriously, look at his early album covers and try not to laugh at how uncomfortably not Willie Nelson he looks.

And just as Nelson had been forcibly removed from his authentic self, alienation extends beyond our relationships with the products of our labor. It also emerges as a barrier between individuals, interfering with proper relationships among human beings. Forced to sell our labor for wages, other people lose their individual identities and become mere competitors, making human cooperation difficult to achieve. We become, above all, alienated from ourselves and other people on a natural, human level when subjected to the demands of money-making. We lose our status as fully embodied people, having been reduced to a figure in some equation to determine the bottom line. 

Its hard-won wisdom about the human toll that capitalist alienation extracts is what makes “Sad Songs and Waltzes” so beautifully devastating. The betrayed singer is alone and must remain alone because he cannot spin his pain into enough profit for the bean-counters. 

Conclusion

When Shotgun Willie was produced, Nelson had only recently emerged from the Nashville money machine. He had spent years conforming himself to the demands of that industry, stifling his creative self in service of its products. This professional history provides insight into the source of a career frustration that finally exploded into songs like “Sad Songs and Waltzes.”

The move to Austin, a place that was weird and incomprehensible to the logic of the Nashville scene helped break him from his binds. Hanging out with the hippies and hillbillies of that unique and idiosyncratic music scene allowed him to develop something closes to an authentic artistic self and it set the stage for his many career reinventions. He became, in many ways, country music’s best answer to Bob Dylan in this way. 

When he eventually returns to Nashville it is as a bonafide “outlaw” with the rest of that movement largely founded on its rebellion against the Nashville Machine. Waylon Jennings’s “Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way” is a good example of how the Outlaw movement wore an open animosity against how Nashville’s system stifled individual creativity and forced it back down the throat of that very system. Capitalism being what it is of course, Nashville eventually found a way to coerce profit out of the artistic forms that rose up against it, bringing the enemy into the fold as it were. Outlaw Country became the defining sound of 1970s Nashville.

Still, Willie Nelson’s Atlantic Records period serves as an inspiration. It is a moment when an artist well into his career finds the strength to reinvent himself and claim significant ownership over his own art, taking a career full of alienation and molding it into a new form of art that would indeed forge powerful human relationships with a new audience for decades to come. It might even be said that he took a share of the means of production, with the product being Willie Nelson.

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A Night with Northlane

Josh Hockey went to go see Northlane in Melbourne and took photographer Albert LaMontagne with him to capture the night.

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Settling in to 170 Russell would have been nice, but as we stepped in at the allocated 6:30 door time we were greeted with the start of Void Of Vision’s set. Sprinting down the stairs and into the room, it was clear that moving the door time forward half an hour had definitely affected the crowd.

A decent audience had streamed in, but nowhere big enough considering the year Void Of Vision has had. Releasing their magnum opus album, Hyperdaze, they have been on an absolute tear, and it was clear during this set that they were going to keep going hard.

Opening up by bringing the heavy early, Void had the room shaking from the world go. An impressive light show and an almighty wall of sound filled the room with layers upon layers of adrenaline. Vocalist Jack Bergin led this assault, bringing as much energy as he possibly could, whilst utilising his seemingly endless amounts of stage presence.

New songs like “Babylon” and “Hole In Me” showcased their new sound, while “Kill All Your Friends” got the pit going like it always does. They finished strong with “Ghost In The Machine” and left their stamp on 170 Russell.

International act Silent Planet were up next. A pretty much completely new band to me, I was immediately impressed by the connection they appeared to have with their audience. From the word go, the pit was open, and everyone in the front few row was singing along with all the passion in the world.

Spoken word vocals mixed with harsh screams ensured that vocalist Garrett kept the audience on their toes. The instrumentals kept up this pace as well, with their hard hitting dark tones unrelentingly assaulting the ears of all listeners (in a good way).

Silent Planet sounded incredibly large all the way through, and definitely would have made themselves some new fans on the night. Their music appeared to be full of themes of mental illness, and political issues, which is absolutely super important in today’s societal climate.

Counterparts were up next. Definitely a well known band, the heavy Canadians immediately made clear the tone of the set announcing themselves with a call of, “Counterparts Schoolies Week Motherfucker.” They launched into their first song and it was immediately clear why they are as acclaimed as they are. Ridiculously tight and sounding stupidly massive, they had fans moving from the second they started playing.

The shit talking between sets would have been the highlight, but the songs themselves made it hard to top. Playing the old classics as well as the new heavy-hitters, there was as much two stepping as there was singing along. Also this was perhaps the first time in history I heard a pitcall of “schoolies 2019 motherfucker open it up,” which was an experience that I’m glad I had.

Dedicating a song to Australia’s very own Trophy Eyes, their massive sound continued unrelentingly. Coming towards the end, the set closed with a wave of crowdsurfers all diving and climbing towards the microphone, trying to get ahold of vocalist Brendan so they could scream his words right back at him. This set was great, and I’m quite sad I personally am not a Counterparts super fan so I couldn’t join in the fun. Next time boys. Next time.

Finally it was time for the big dogs, Northlane. The lights went down and hands went up, ready to go and awaiting the bands arrival impatiently, the audiences cravings would soon be met. Northlane charged onto stage and belted into “Talking Heads.” The movement was huge from the start, and the audience was off their feet and jumping non-stop all the way through.

“Details Matter” was a definite highlight of the set, with the ridiculously massive sound of one of the better songs of 2019 running rampant through 170 Russell. Headbangers were aplenty and moshers were in surplus. This continued even into one of their softer songs, “Rot.” The first song released by the band with vocalist Marcus Bridge, “Rot” went down an absolute treat as always.

Northlane are a ludicrously tight live band, and this became ever more clear as they smashed through “Citizen, “Obelisk”, and “4D.” New party song “Eclipse” had the room shaking as everyone refused to stop bouncing. The set began to come to a close as massive Alien single “Bloodline” was the definite highlight of the show. It has been one of my favourite songs of the year, and this rendition locked that in even more. Cannons and lights were ablaze and firing everywhere, and made this even more of a spectacle.

Leaving stage momentarily, Northlane returned as Marcus came back wearing a big sparkly coat. “Sleepless”, the closing track of the album was incredibly effective and touching live. And was a nice sombre end to the show, right before they launched into the timeless heavy classic, “Quantum Flux.” And goddamn was it massive.

Northlane are one of the best bands out there, and this show only locked that in.

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All photos by Albert LaMontagne. Copyright 2019 Albert LaMontagne / Sound the Sirens Magazine. Please do not use or distribute these images without the permission of Albert LaMontagne. If you use these images without permission, you are a terrible person.

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