With Metals, Feist responds to the surprise success of 2007’s The Reminder with a whisper, not a bang. She treads lightly through a series of disjointed torch songs and smoky pop/rock numbers, singing most of the songs in a soft, gauzy alto, as though she’s afraid of waking some sort of slumbering beast. Whenever the tempo picks up, so does Feist’s desire to keep things weird, with songs like “A Commotion” pitting pizzicato strings against a half-chanted, half-shouted refrain performed by an army of male singers. But Metals does its best work at a slower speed, where Feist can stretch her vocals across fingerplucked guitar arpeggios and piano chords like cotton. “Cicadas and Gulls,” with its simple melodies and pastoral ambience, rides the same summer breeze as Iron & Wine, and “Anti-Pioneer” breaks down the blues into its sparsest parts, retaining little more than a sparse drumbeat and guitar until the second half, where strings briefly swoon into the picture like an Ennio Morricone movie soundtrack. They’re gone after 30 seconds, though, leaving things as quiet as they began. Like the rest of the subdued track list, “Anti-Pioneer” is unlikely to find itself featured in an iPod commercial, meaning Feist’s days as a provider of hip, trendy TV jingles may be over. Still, there’s a soft-spoken power to Metals, even if its songs are more liquid and atmospheric than the title suggests.
Depending on your point of view, The Find is either an album whose ideology and overall vibe are stuck in the '90s or a new-millennium hip-hop album that bears influence of the foundation while providing an updated spin from a talented artist.
The latter sentiment is most accurate. Producer/MC Ohmega Watts and a host (and that means host) of friends make The Find a worthwhile listen for any hip-hop fan. With Watts in control, he takes obvious nods to iconic producers (Pete Rock, Diamond D -- he rhymes similar to Large Professor) and the sound of hip-hop's '90s renaissance, while rearranging it in his own distinct way. The six-minute "A Request" is an updated '90s head-nodder with a two-minute rideout that appropriates everything from Souls of Mischief to Gang Starr, with some timpani/cowbell percussion to boot. Ohmega lays down a gritty, strutting groove for "Full Swing" as MCs Neogen and Deacon join him on the mike for an old-fashioned cipher. But even in the midst of a staple track like this, Ohmega manages to finds about 20 seconds in the middle of the tune to do some electronic space traveling. Watts also shows himself a capable and diverse producer, venturing outside the realm of the hip-hop idiom. "Your Love" is a hip-hop/soul vehicle for singer Tiffany Johnson, while "Treasure Hunt" (featuring Sugar Candy) is straight-up authentic dancehall-style reggae. The electric guitar shredding through "Groovin' on Sunshine" highlights one of his several largely instrumental tracks. The Find is very close to a perfect creative balance between exploration and traditionalism, and an impressive debut from a hip-hop commodity.
The continuing revival of music written by Jewish composers imprisoned in Nazi concentration camps counts as a significant phenomenon in concert music at the beginning of the 21st century, having moved beyond memorial status to an exploration of a body of important works that were almost wholly lost for decades. Viktor Ullmann came from an Austro-Hungarian Jewish family that had converted to Roman Catholicism; this did not save him from the full impact of German cultural censorship in the late '30s, imprisonment at the Theresienstadt concentration camp, where he continued to compose, and finally the gas chambers at Auschwitz. The two symphonies recorded here are reconstructions by scholar Bernhard Wulff of two piano sonatas composed by Ullmann at Theresienstadt, the latter shortly before his deportation to Auschwitz. Notes by the composer on his handwritten scores indicate that he planned to turn them into orchestral works. They are marvelous pieces that would succeed on the concert stage entirely indepedently of their terrible story. Ullmann was a student of Schoenberg, but the models for these works are Strauss (in the two small comic overtures that frame the first symphony) and especially Mahler. If you can imagine Mahler in miniature -- a difficult task, but one that gives insight into the ingenuity of these pieces -- you have an idea of the flavor of Ullmann's music. The pieces juxtapose formal elements with dances, songs, and folk-like tunes in the way that Mahler did, but on a tight, formally cohesive canvas instead of Mahler's sprawling conception. Ullmann's harmonic language is generally more dissonant than Mahler's, but he does not follow Schoenberg toward the dissolution point of tonality. The music turns deadly serious in the final "Variations and Fugue on a Hebrew Folk Song" of the Symphony No. 2, a chilling piece that seems to indicate that the composer knew what was coming next. The performances here by the Brussels Philharmonic under Gerd Albrecht are obviously a labor of careful study and commitment. Strongly recommended.
The Indiana quartet Stranger Lazy is sometimes sounds like 1990s Chicago art rockers Shrimp Boat and the seminal indie band Pavement in its studied amateurism, but there's a keen songwriting sensibility lurking beneath the surface of songs like the shambling "And I Punched It" and the appealing math-rock of "3..
4..5..," while the fragile, beautiful "Astros" displays the band's growing musical confidence.