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Like Passion Pit, Hockey is an American band I was introduced to last winter not by American radio but by the lovely Nemone Metaxas, one of my favorite DJs on BBC 6music. I loved the exuberant “Too Fake” the first time I heard its electronic dance pop goodness through my computer speakers. My interest in the Portland band was further piqued when I learned they had toured in the UK in early 2009 as support for Friendly Fires. The problem was getting a chance to see the band stateside. The band has toured North America a couple times now, but had never played in D.C., so when I got the alert a while back that they would be playing the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hotel, I was chomping at the bit.

The opening act for the night were the Postelles, a New York City band that Rolling Stone has described as “channel[ing] Joe Jackson and Elvis Costello and – more recently – the Arctic Monkeys and the Strokes, building songs from brief guitar stabs and sounding like the wound-up early hours of what will be a long Saturday night on the town. There are elements of both mod and post-punk, but the Postelles have a sneering attitude all their own…” Interesting description. Frankly, they sound to me more similar to New York-based indie rockers Locksley and Sunderland, England’s Frankie and the Heartstrings, bands that have gone back in time to perfect the ‘60s pop / rock ‘n’ roll band model.

Make no mistake: the Postelles have a sound all their own and they sound great live, led by lead singer/guitarist Daniel Balk’s yearning vocals. Sometimes I wish I had the talent to come up with a good pop melody. The Postelles definitely can, as evidenced by the guitar-jangly “Sleep on the Dance Floor,” one of their set’s highlights. The title of the song “Hey Little Sister” sounds like it was written by Lennon/McCartney (do “Hello Little Girl” and “Little Child” ring any bells?), and I thought it was just amazing live, guitarist David Dargahi taking on lead vocals and mixing things up a bit. In a way, I was glad the Constellations canceled, because that meant we got a longer set from the Postelles than fans in other cities. The band’s debut EP White Nights was released the first week of March on Capitol Records / Astralwerks and is available now.

The Postelles Set List
Looking Glass
White Nights
She She
New song
Beat on the Brat (Ramones cover)
Stella
Hey Little Sister
Can’t Stand Still
Sleep on the Dance Floor
1, 2, 3 Stop

Hockey were supposed to go on at 10 (with the Postelles at 9) but they didn’t actually get on stage until 10:40, fortuitous for latecomers who crammed in at the front of the stage. When the band came on stage to tinker with their instruments, lead singer Ben Grubin flashed me a grin, so I knew I was in for a good show. Their debut album Mind Chaos is such a fun, fun record that I had way too high expectations, envisioning that they’d all appear dressed as colorfully as their record with hats and bandannas, and be jumping all over the stage. No such luck.

Instead, Grubin came on in a trademark hoodie but soon peeled it off to reveal a stripy white and orange tunic over black jeans. He was bopping around the stage excitedly and man-handling his microphone reminiscent of another of my favorite musicians, Londoner Patrick Wolf. Alternately between guitar, harmonica (for the folky “Four Holy Photos,” proving the band’s versatility), and a percussion set-up, he was clearly the star of the night. Seeing that Wednesday was St. Patrick’s Day and the crowd at the RnR was rowdier than normal for a weeknight, a new song that I think is called “DJ” seemed entirely appropriate, introduced by Grubin as “[Irish] jig and bluegrass music.”

“3 A.M. Spanish” was a high point of their set, the bass lines from Brian White and hot beats from touring keyboardist Ryan Dolliver just fabulous with Grubin’s hip hoppy vocal approach, punctuated by yelps for the chorus. They also didn’t disappoint with my absolute favorite song from Mind Chaos, “Song Away.” If there was ever a song that could lift your spirits, this is definitely it, with its refrain of “tomorrow’s just a song away.” And really, it is, isn’t it?

Check out this video of the song from their performance at Lollapalooza last summer. I hope this explains why I don’t have too many good photos of him, the man cannot keep still! Just thinking about it, I’m so eager to see the band again very soon.

Hockey Set List
Work
Learn to Lose
Rebels Marry Young (new song)
3 A.M. Spanish
Four Holy Photos
DJ (new song)
Curse This City
Song Away
Preacher
Wanna Be Black
Everyone’s the Same Age
Too Fake
Put the Game Down

Tour Dates
Mar 21 – Snug Harbor / Charlotte
Mar 23 – Mercy Lounge / Nashville*
Mar 24 – Drunken Unicorn / Atlanta*
Mar 25 – Cafe 11 / St. Augustine, FL*
Mar 26 – Club Downunder / Tallahassee, FL*
Mar 27 – Bottletree / Birmingham*
Mar 29 – Thirsty Hippo / Hattiesburg, MS*
Mar 30 – Spanish Moon / Baton Rouge*
Apr 01 – Warehouse Live / Houston*
Apr 02 – Emo’s / Austin*
Apr 03 – Loft / Dallas*
Apr 05 – Brewing Company / Santa Fe*
Apr 06 – Larimer Lounge / Denver*
Apr 07 – Kilby Court / Salt Lake City
Apr 08 – Neurolux / Boise*
Apr 10 – Wonder Ballroom / Portland*
Apr 16 – Coachella Music Festival / Indio, CA
* with the Postelles

Hockey: website | myspace | @ Lollapalooza 2009 | interview with | @ Midland
The Postelles: website | myspace

In the early 1970’s, the term “singer/songwriter” became synonymous with artists like Joni Mitchell, James Taylor, Jackson Browne and Carly Simon, among others, all of whom just happened to reside in Southern California’s Laurel Canyon. Along with soft-rockers like The Eagles and Fleetwood Mac, these artists wrote intensely personal and lyrically strong pop with shades of folk, rock, and sometimes jazz and country. Their records are meticulously produced: polished, smooth, earthy, and acoustic, and the musicianship was always top notch. Some of these records were phenomenal (Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours, Joni Mitchell’s Blue); some were not, regardless of what Rolling Stones says (James Taylor’s Sweet Baby James, The Eagles’ Hotel California). Times were good. Cocaine, sex and cash flowed freely and the California sun was shining high in the sky. But then came punk rock and the 80s and everything changed.

The last two years, however, have seen an inordinate number of contemporary artists releasing albums hearkening back to the sound and style of those old Laurel Canyon songwriter albums. It’s hard to say when it started or with who, but artists and bands as diverse as Jason Collett, Conor Oberst (aka Bright Eyes), Gonzales (producer of Feist’s The Reminder), Ben Kweller, David Vandervelde, Wilco and She and Him have all recently come down with cases of what I have termed “Laurel Canyon Syndrome”: a desire to recreate in whole or in part the sound of the songwriter-focused soft-rock, folk, alt-country or acoustic music made popular in the early 1970s.

Why? Well, there are numerous possible explanations. Many of the aforementioned artists are now in their 30s (some even their 40s) and grew listening to Fleetwood Mac and James Taylor on the radio, or had parents who would endlessly play their Jackson Browne vinyls while their children unknowingly soaked it all in. For some, those records would come to define what music meant to them. “When you listen to most of the records that really had an impact on you, they always seem to be from a different era,” said Wilco front man Jeff Tweedy in an interview with Pitchfork in reference to Wilco’s last album Sky Blue Sky, and its notable 70s-influenced sound. “I still don’t think that this record sounds as good as that period of music. I still don’t have any clue why. All I’m saying is I feel like we’ve gotten close enough for it to be comfortable to listen to.”1

The Laurel Canyon Syndrome could also be related to the recent indie-folk boom (as seen by the success of Bon Iver and Fleet Foxes last year) in that in both cases modern audiences are turning towards more earthy, acoustic material. “I think it sort of speaks to a larger idea that people are being more and more drawn towards organic sounding music, especially in light of the so-called “digital age”, you know?” said Tony Dekker of Toronto-based folk band Great Lake Swimmers in an interview I did with him for the Dalhousie Gazette. “I think that having music that sounds really organic and that traces its roots back to – not necessarily a simpler time, but something that has been passed on for centuries before the dawn of the recording – I think it allows people to connect with it on a deeper level, I guess.”2

Another possible explanation is that in today’s world of indie rock, for better and/or worse, many bands and artists no longer write songs with the same discipline and emotional resonance with which the Laurel Canyon songwriters debateably represented in its peak form. Jason Collett, in an interview with Scene Point Blank said, “That’s the basic difference. [Broken] Social Scene [note: of which Collett is also a member] tries to take the form of a song and turn it inside out and upside down, I still am attracted to something that’s ultimately a traditional form.”3 In today’s world of indie rock, we don’t have songwriters on the level of Lennon, Townsend, or Dylan: writers who not only knew how to compose a timeless melody, but to accompany it with lyrics that had weight and meaning. Sure, songwriters like Sufjan Stevens and Okkervil River’s Will Sheff may compose lyrically inspired modern semi-masterpieces like Illinoise and The Stage Names, but has either of them – or anyone else of this generation for that matter – composed anything as genuinely moving and foundational as “Won’t Get Fooled Again”, “Imagine”, or “Tangled Up In Blue”?

It seems as though ever since Dylan defined the modern concept of the songwriter in the early 60s, those who want to be taken seriously as songwriters (not musicians, but specifically songwriters) have favored a more acoustic approach that allows people to focus more on the lyrics and less on the rhythm and drive of the music. As things have worked out, many of the serious songwriters of the 60s now sound amazingly dated with the exception of Dylan, Paul Simon and Leonard Cohen. Phil Ochs, Fred Neil, and even Tim Buckley simply sound too troubadour-y for modern tastes, but for some reason “Running On Empty” is still a kick-ass song. So is “Go Your Own Way” and “You’re So Vain” and everything on Court and Spark. Which is probably why we still hear artists trying to replicate the sound of those records. There have always been great songwriters, as there always will be, but it seems as though now, if you want to create an album that’s highly personal, lyrical and earthy sounding, the albums that set the precedent were the ones that came out of Laurel Canyon.

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Sources:
1 http://pitchfork.com/features/interviews/6602-wilco/
2 http://www.dalgazette.ca/?cmd=displaystory&story_id=2927&format=html
3 http://www.scenepointblank.com/features/105

Photos:
Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward of She & Him (top right and left, respectively): Jessica McGinley
Ben Kweller (center): Bethany Smith
Conor Oberst (bottom left): Dese’Rae Stage