Bands I Love: Marked Men Edition

I was listening to a mix that my friend and sometime drummer made three years ago, and a song came on by Marked Men.  Make no mistake about it: I love this band.  They haven't put out a record in three years, and there doesn't seem to much activity on any of their pages, but they're stupid good.

Quick punk songs, catchy melodies, straight-ahead with no extraneous bullshit.  That's all ya need, kiddos.  I've posted a video, but really there's a million examples all over Youtube that show what I'm talking about.

"A Little Bit of Time"

Go buy their records.  Now.  GO!

Leave Some Room for the Tune

This morning, I found my wife playing Foster the People's Torches in the living room.  Now, I have no inherent problem with this.  I've been familiar with this album since it came out.  I find them resoundingly mediocre.  They are the supermarket white bread of the indie rock world - well, them and a host of other bland-but-not-offensively-bad bands of the moment.  But, while we were "enjoying" the record, I realized that, in my head, I kept comparing them to their in-studio set on Soundcheck that I heard last year.  And the album versions kept coming up short.

Why would this be?  Surely, with time in the studio to redo rough takes, your album version should be the best you can make the song sound, right?  You would think.  But, in this case, and likely in many others, the recording studio presents a new pitfall.  There is a pressure to keep adding to a song until every ounce of available sonic space is filled, not with interesting counterpoint or something else worthwhile, but with '80s-esque synth chords and drum machines.

Compare the version of "Pumped Up Kicks" from the album with this one from Soundcheck, and tell me the song isn't clearer, creepier, and in all ways better without all the synthetic instrumentation.  And this is not to rag on Foster the People.  They are simply following a trend.

But, for God's sake, people, leave some room to let your songs breathe!

Cloud Nothings

I was driving in my car this afternoon, listening to XM, as I am like to do.  Nothing good was on Underground Garage, so I flipped through my usual stations, landing on Sirixmu.  I caught the tale end of a tune by Cloud Nothings.  I'm probably a Jonny-come-lately to this band, but I enjoyed what I heard.  Once I was home, it was on to Spotify to listen to the whole record.  It's a good'n.

The songs on Attack on Memory are big, explosive indie rock, recalling the heyday of ...And You Will Know Us by Our Absurdly Long Band Name.  That is to say, there' nothing particularly inventive on this record, but that's cool.  There are catchy guitar hooks all over the place, with a nice mix of screaming vocals and wavery-pitch singing.

For the 30 or so minutes I was listening, I felt like I was in a smokey NYC rock club swilling PBR in a way that hasn't been possible for almost a decade.  Those were some fun times.  If more bands sounded like this, I'd probably listen to XMU a lot more frequently.