In August of 2000 my then-employer, a huge multinational computer
corporation, sent me to London, England to train a British team
on the multimedia development process we had worked up in Atlanta.
Let me tell you -- travelling to a cool European city on expense
account is a truly wonderful experience that every human
should have. Really.
Anyway, while i was there i took the opportunity to read as
many of those wonderful weekly British music mags that cost
way too much when imported to the US. In NME and Melody
Maker (R.I.P.) and the sunday London Times i read
very positive reviews of an album called Dance The Devil
by an Irish group called The Frames. Three good reviews describing
finely crafted light pop -- that's a recommendation if i ever
heard one. And i was able to locate a used copy of the disc
for a mere £5 in some shop near Soho one sunny Saturday
afternoon while out wandering the city.
I took the disc back to my hotel room for a quick listen before
meeting up with co-workers for dinner, and was blown away. That
is one fine album, and in the two years since then i have forced
every other Minion (except Silvergeek - yet!) as well as many
other random individuals to listen to Dance The Devil.
A few months ago general Minion-y buzz began to flow about
the impending New
Pornographers show on Valentine's Day. I wasn't too excited
(Beach Boys influenced pop leaves me yawning, for the most part),
but the show was at least something for a perpetually dateless
music hermit like myself to do on VDay. Then The Echo posted
on their website
that The Frames (from Ireland) were opening.
"Holy frijoles," i thought. "The Frames must have a new album
to go with their tour!" So i hopped into the PostLibyan-mobile
and sped down to Criminal Records. And lo, there, on the shelf,
sandwiched between Fugazi and Dance The Devil
itself was a Frames disc i did not have. And verily, did i purchase
the disc, all the while discussing the merits of said band with
the clerk (who played in Chinaski
a while back, and who is also a rabid Frames fan). And i went
home, plopped it into the CD player, and sat.
And it was good. Very good.
The Frames have topped themselves, releasing a fine album of
soulful pop music that simply amazes me. It is on par with the
finely crafted Dance The Devil, and yet still
The liner notes for For The Birds indicate that
this album was made without pressure on the band from a label.
(Overcoat is, according to their discography on AllMusic,
their fourth album and their fourth label!) They took their
time and made something that they are happy with. The joy of
making music really shows on this disc.
They also recorded this album in three stages:
- A lo-fi "demo" stage recorded at home
- A smoother pass in the studio
- Another pass with Steve Albini manning the boards
The final product, For The Birds, uses material
from all three sessions. The combination of the lo-fi demo session
with the smoothly produced studio sessions is used to wonderful
effect, especially on Disappointed. Vocalist Glen Hansard's
voice (at least, i think it's his -- far be it for The Frames
to make it easy on a poor critic and list, in the liner notes,
who does what, musically speaking) is lo-fi: grainy, gritty,
mono, and barely there. The rest of the music came out of a
studio: fresh, clear, and crisp. It's a wonderful effect that
you need to hear to believe.
But it's not overused, and that's good. Lo-fi gets to me after
a while, and The Frames display a sense of moderation in using
it on the album.
In general this is an album of delicate guitar melodies and
subtle yet passionate vocals. The songs are calm and seem almost
folky at times. One notable exception is Early Bird,
which rocks loudly and serves as a nice break after a few songs
of slow moving pop.
The drumming on this disc is consistently good as well, and
not just on the Albini-produced tracks. I find the drums most
interesting on Fighting On The Stairs, which starts with
an almost rave-like beat that is soon joined by a banjo (rave
banjos ????) and then builds into a happy little song. One of
the tracks on this one comes from the earliest "demo" session
-- listening on headphones i can hear someone's dog out in the
distance trying to sing along....
But it was the two song sweep of What Happens When The
Heart Just Stops into Headlong that bowled me
over the first time i heard the album and that continues
to impress many many listens in. What Happens When The
Heart Just Stops
begins with whispered vocals and a sparse mess of key blips,
subtle glitchy hits, and strummed guitar. It swells slowly
and forcefully, eventually exploding with horns and loud singing.
The explosion hits with amazing expressive passion... The
song then fades lightly into Headlong. Hansard puts
forth his strongest melody, and is backed up by brushed drums,
light guitars, and subtle strings. It's a wonderful tune
that fades into the rave country of Fighting On The Stairs.
Those two songs are an impressive display of emotional power
in song. And that's why i like The Frames -- they are expressive
without being cheesey. Alive without being overly romantic.
Emotional, yet not sappy.
So my recommendation to anyone who likes expressive, light
pop music is to run, don't walk, to your nearest independent
record store and buy this disc. Now.
You won't regret it.