New Band Day: Dragging Pianos

Dragging Pianos

New year, new month, new band day. And the new band in question is a doozy, let me tell ya! Dragging Pianos from Queensland, Australia is – as far as I can tell – one man named Sam, and according to his myspace his buds help him along. His debut EP’s called The Food Chain and the title song is oh so pretty. How pretty, you ask? If it was a girl she’d be running around scantily clad in a Lenny Kravitz video. That pretty. As per usual I know very little else about the band so if you know more, please do pay it forward.

We are pulled in by a wistful female voice accompanied by a banjo which create a warm yet melancholy mood. Meanwhile, the sparse lyrics are merely there to highlight the song’s echo-y rhythm and the end result is as hypnotizing and enchanting as a constantly repeated mantra. Judging solely by this song this band doesn’t seem to need fancy tricks to create a wonderfully complicated landscape, but manages to still sound very much homemade. I really hope it promises more beautiful things to come.

One, Two, Um, Threet, Yes, Now We Tweet

Twitter

So, it took Twitter more than a year to batter us into submission. We did our luddite anti-next-big-thing best, but we finally broke down and joined the Twitterati.

Since we wanted to find a low impact way to keep 100b content fresh and stay more involved in blogging, micro-blogging just seemed the way to go. We should be able to more easily and quickly comment about the music submitted to us, stay on top of events, share our thoughts about music and some other stuff, and, generally, just have more fun. With Twitter so damned easy to use the barrier of sharing really should be so much lower now.

But, wait, we will still be blogging here, as well. All the things you have come to enjoy about 100b will remain as they are. The longer and more involved posts will be right here where you always found them. And they will keep on coming.

Stick around. We haven’t gone anywhere!

Shout Magic, Plenty

Shout Magic, Plenty

There’s a small handful of bands that, for whatever reason, haven’t yet been noticed by the blogosphere but really deserve to be. Shout Magic is high on that list (or my version of that list – I’m sure everyone has their own). How could such a great band be so under-appreciated?

Here’s your chance to catch up and love this band along with me: after two EPs, Shout Magic is just about to release their debut LP, Plenty. I want you to go get it, listen to it a lot, and love it as much as I do – but I always get stuck on how to coherently explain why they’re so fantastic, or even what they sound like. I always have some crazy-ass description that only barely makes sense, so let’s just get that out of the way: Shout Magic is what would happen if you put today’s indie music in a time machine, sent it back to the ’60s, and had Burt Bacharach form a rock band with it. But instead of being sappy (not that there’s anything wrong with that), add a sense of humor, some jazz, and a smattering of horns.

Maybe someone else with broader musical knowledge than myself could pull out a more apt modern comparison, but for the moment, the only band I know that is even vaguely similar to Shout Magic is Tapes ‘n Tapes (or The Loon, anyway). Not the best comparison ever, but they do both have an almost-jazzy undercurrent driven along by a Pixies-esque quiet-loud back-and-forth. Shout Magic is more subtle, and so far, more consistent, but I should think that fans of one would enjoy the other as well. All I know for sure is that Plenty is (indie) pop at its finest and by the purest definition: music that makes you feel good. Like the sky when it’s bright pink just before a sunset and all feels right with the world – both soothing and uplifting. It’s exactly what I’ve come to expect from Shout Magic, but even better than before.

Plenty will be officially released on January 15th – order the CD from Chief City Recordings, or download the album for free via bandcamp.

Poptastic Day: Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-makossa

Soul Makossa

Do you ever look something up online and take so many strange turns that you end up reading up on a topic that has nothing even remotely to do with the original search? Me, ALL the time – it’s like wiki-ADD. The other day I started off wanting to know why Pluto (the dwarf planet, not the Disney dog) was demoted only three years ago.* Somehow, and I can’t for the life of me remember how, I’ve become an expert on where the phrase ‘mama-se, mama-sa, mama-makossa’ comes from. True story! Well, I say “expert”, I mean I now know as much as the person who wrote the Wikipedia entry.

You may have heard the phrase around the playground, it’s been used by a plethora of artists as varied as the Blood Hound Gang and Rihanna. I first heard it in Michael Jackson’s “Wanna Be Startin’ Something” and have been trying to get it out of my head since that first listen years and years ago. I found out that Makossa is a musical style popular in West and Central Africa in which traditional African music is mixed with Jazz, Highlife and Soul. Cameroonian saxophonist Manu Dibango popularized the sound with his hit, “Soul Makossa”, now known as a forerunner of disco.

The single was originally a B-side and released in 1972. David Mancuso, the New York based, self-proclaimed “musical host” used to spin records in his building at the very first, underground dance parties, known as The Loft. To this day, he refuses to call himself a DJ, but he is slowly being recognized as a major influence in the history of the DJ. Anyhoo, he got a hold of a copy and started playing it regularly at these underground, Loft parties. The song became high in demand but there were only a handful of copies, so it was sold out in a jiffy. The smart people at Atlantic licensed it and reproduced it en masse, but not before a couple dozen other bands had covered and released the song, trying to hitch a ride on its popular coattails. Moreover, artists have been using “mama-se, mama-sa” in some form or another ever since, and continue to do so.

The original Manu Dibango song is ridiculously catchy and so freakin’ funky it’s gonna makes you want to cut a rug, heck make that twelve rugs. It doesn’t take any stretch of the imagination to see why this song is known as a prime example of proto-disco.

Manu Dibango – Soul Makossa

Here are some songs that perpetuate the popularity of the phrase:

Michael Jackson – Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’
A Tribe Called Quest – Rhythm (Devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts)

*In the unlikely event anyone was reading this hoping for an answer to the Pluto question: it wasn’t till 2006 that the term “planet” was first truly defined by the International Astronomical Union. Pluto only covers two out of three criteria that make a planet a planet and ever since it gets bullied by the other 8 proper planets. Poor, tiny Pluto.

100bells: The Hives & Cyndi Lauper, “A Christmas Duel”

The Hives & Cyndi Lauper

Ho-ho-holy crap, can you believe how warm it still is at this time of year? There may be a distinct lack of frost, sleighs and snowmen and I haven’t once put on thermal socks, but it still is coming on the holiday season, which means it’s time for 100bells!

This song is as undrippy as a Christmas song can get with lyrics like “I wrecked your daddy’s car and went down on your mother” – sung by Cyndi Lauper, no less! Maybe not the most Christmassy of sentiments, but just focus on the jolly bells and the happy tunes if you’re disturbed by the images conjured up by the words. I never thought The Hives and one of my fave eighties icons would pair up but pair up they did and the result is as entertaining and cheery as I expected, but with a slightly disturbing twist. In one word: Santastic. Yeh … I really just said that and I’m sticking with it.

The Hives & Cyndi Lauper – A Christmas Duel