Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Trish Keenan and the Personal Impact of her band Broadcast

Four Years Later and "How I Miss Her"

by James Albert Barr



Four years ago this past week the angelic-voiced Trish Keenan tragically succumbed to the complications caused from having contracted the H1N1 type of swine influenza shortly after she returned from touring with her U.K.-based band Broadcast in Australia at the end of 2010. She was only 42 years of age. I was beyond shocked when I first heard about her sudden passing. And it effectively put an abrupt end to Broadcast as an active electronic/experimental pop band, thus leaving a gaping, palpable void in the musical landscape, in the opinion of this author, and the substantial cult following Broadcast had built over the course of their 15-year existence at the time of Trish's death.

I personally discovered Broadcast by sheer, wonderful happenstance one lovely, early autumn evening back in 2001. I was visiting one of BMV's three bookstore locations, at Yonge and Eglinton, in Toronto, Ontario where I lived at the time. That summer - having given into the mounting nostalgia that began a year or so before - I had, officially, ventured back into the kaleidoscopic world of comic books; an initial passion of mine between the years of 13 and 20, or the majority of the 80s.

That evening, I was upstairs, on the second-level, flipping through BMV's considerable comic book section looking for more Doom Patrol issues written by the brilliant Grant Morrison; his now legendary run on the title ran for 45 issues between 1988-1992, a period in which I had pretty much stopped collecting comics, save a couple of Batman mini-series to, finally, cap it off in 1988-89. It proved to be a crucial and fertile period for both the evolution and maturity of comic books, generally speaking. Great new writers were entering the comic book industry around the tail-end of that key decade, such as: Alan Moore, Neil Gaiman, Warren Ellis, and the aforementioned Grant Morrison. I had, by the turn of the millennium, only just become exposed to these exceptional creators and dazzling wordsmiths when I re-entered the comic book world while in my early thirties.

Anyway, as my fingers palpated through the several rows of comic books like an office clerk with sundry files, indie-pop music was playing over the store's speakers. I wasn't familiar with the artist, but they seemed quite impressive without distracting my comic perusing. It sounded like it was an entire album being played when I was suddenly struck by what I now know was the album's fourth track, a stunning pop song titled "Come On Let's Go". I instantly thought to myself, after the song had played: "I have to find out who that was!"

After finding a few more issues towards my goal of completing Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol run, for only a buck or two apiece, I made my way downstairs to pay for the comic books. And so when I saw the store clerk, I promptly asked him who the artist was performing those amazing songs I heard, especially "Come On Let's Go", and he told me it was Broadcast, and that the album was called, The Noise Made By People. It was actually released in 2000 under the Warp Records indie label; the band's official debut full-length. I quickly learned, after having found a copy of The Noise Made By People at the nearest music store I could find with it in stock (and instantly falling in love with it), that Broadcast had a compilation release in 1997 that compiled their 1996-1997 EPs. The name of that album was Work and Non Work, and I snatched up a copy of it posthaste! I was just as blown away by it as I was with The Noise Made By People. Broadcast had suddenly become a personal favorite of mine.

My foray into the fringe-world of indie music was a crucial one for me as a pop/rock music lover around the turn of the millennium. For me, Top 40 radio had essentially died after the 80s ended, having just entered my 20s then. By 1991-1992, I was fully immersed in alternative music, and the grunge scene when it suddenly exploded in early 1992, thanks to Nirvana's now legendary Nevermind album single-handedly altering the music industry with its raw and powerful, punk-influenced sound hitherto not experienced before at that level of exposure in the mainstream. I was also heavily into R.E.M., Crowded House, Elvis Costello, The Replacements, Squeeze, Sam Phillips, The Pixies, The Smiths/Morrisey and The Stone Roses, just to name a choice few.

By the mid-to-late 90s grunge had run its course, alternative rock was watered down and turned into sophomoric, frat-boy party music, and so hip-hop, boy-bands and fetishized pop divas became all the rage. For me, and a discerning cross-section of music aficionados, the only viable option for quality pop/rock music was the burgeoning indie scene. My listening to the CBC Radio 2 show Brave New Waves was how I discovered great new bands and artists during the late 90s and into the new millennium. I was also expanding my music palette in terms of taste by getting into a fair amount of electronic or electronic-influenced music. One fresh sound that appealed to those who liked trip-hop (which included myself, being a huge fan of Portishead, Massive Attack and Tricky at the time), trance/house music, the Manchester scene and shoegaze, was chill-out electronica. Some of the acts under the umbrella term of "chill out electronica" were, of course. Air, as well as Zero 7, Blue States, The Orb, Morcheeba, Boards of Canada, and Moby.

Another off-shoot of this kind of electronic-based music was the supremely wonderful style generally known as indie electronic, which features neo-psychedelia, baroque pop, dream pop and experimental rock. My favorite acts from this particular off-shoot of indie electronic are the magnificent Radiohead (despite their considerable commercial success having initially establishing themselves as "alternative rock giants" before dramatically altering their sound with 2000's monumental Kid A), Stereolab, The High Llamas, and of course, Broadcast.

Broadcast has been compared to Stereolab, I feel, unfairly and inaccurately. Though both bands do feature relatively similar retro-flourishes and futurist, spacey characteristics in their respective sounds, Stereolab evinces a far more jaunty, danceable, albeit political, sound, with Krautrock, Burt Bacharach, and lounge legend, Esquivel, influences, hence the apt title of the 1993 mini-album, Space Age Bachelor Pad Music. By direct contrast, Broadcast's sound is edgier, darker and more personally introverted. Their influences are 60s cinema soundtracks, the proto-electronic U.S. band, The United States of America (whose only album was released in 1968, an eponymously titled masterpiece), Elephant's Memory (their classic "Old Man Willow" song featured on the 1969 Midnight Cowboy soundtrack exemplifies Broadcast's early material), as well as old radio age aesthetics and 60s French pop (Stereolab have this influence in their sound too, but I'd say they are a little more "France Gall", and Broadcast more "Francoise Hardy"). The one thing both bands have in glorious spades is melody! They are both also quite experimental and creative, pushing the boundaries of pop music in the process, thus almost never repeating themselves with subsequent album releases (although, admittedly, Stereolab's sound started to get a little repetitive after the tragic death of key member, Mary Hansen, whose final album with the band, 2001's Sound-Dust, proved to be their last truly great album, in my opinion). Unfortunately, Broadcast wouldn't be around long enough to potentially repeat themselves, for better or worse.

For me, Broadcast's music played a crucial role in my life after the world essentially changed dramatically after 9/11. Not that there wasn't other important bands and artists in my life that got considerable "air time" in my personal music rotation (I've already mentioned several of these fantastic artists), it's just that Broadcast's music seemed to absorb itself deeper within me, and affected me more profoundly. As I listened to each of their invariably great albums, vivid worlds would open up in my mind triggering a manifold of feelings and sensations that evoked different periods throughout the 20th century, and beyond the first decade of this century. A big part of that listening experience, and, ultimately, gift bestowed upon me and, I presume, whoever else discovered this irreplaceable band, was the ethereal voice of Trish Keenan. Her intimate and delicate voix celeste was always (and continues to be with the wonderful work she left) a soothing, aural amelioration from the seemingly, and increasingly, crazy, detached and inhuman world that has exposed itself more obviously since the millennium, and again, since 9/11.  

The lyrics from 'Come On Let's Go" resonate more now than ever, as far as I'm concerned, what with
the culture, and people, becoming ever more artificial and unreal: "It's hard to tell who's real in here/ Come on let's go/ You know who to turn to/ Now everything's changed/ Come on let's go/ Stop looking for answers / In everyone's face/ Come on let's go / What's the point in wasting time/ On people that you'll never know/ Come on let's go". It remains both affirming in its connection with this listener, and fortifying in terms of maintaining one's constitution in the face of such overwhelming coldness and disconnection with so many lost souls who are simply, and obliviously, complying with the "consumerist machine", for it's own sake.

Three of Broadcast's full-lengths, in particular, are among my all-time favorite albums. Those are the aforementioned Work and Non Work (which has several unforgettable tracks like "The Book Lovers", "Accidentals", "The World Backwards" and "We've Got Time"), The Noise Made By People (besides the aforementioned classic "Come On Let's Go", this personal landmark album also features the sublime "Echo's Answer", "Paper Cuts", "You Can Fall", "Unchanging Window" and "Until Then"), and 2003's incredible Ha Ha Sound (featuring the awesome "Before We Begin", "Pendulum", "Ominous Cloud", "Lunch Hour Pops" and the gorgeous and sweet "Winter Now"). After the latter album the band was reduced to just the duo of Trish and James Gargill. The result was the very stripped down 2005 Tender Buttons release. One thing I loved about the previous albums was the amazing drumming put on display, especially on Ha Ha Sound,  but on Tender Buttons the remaining band members resorted to using drum-machines, which I felt at the time of its initial release was kind of disappointing regardless of the circumstances that necessitated the use of percussion machines. Time, however, has softened that earlier opinion, and I presently think Tender Buttons is a damn fine album featuring many of my favorite Broadcast tunes (i.e. "Corporeal", "America's Boy", "Black Cat" and the beautiful "Tears in the Typing Pool").

Their later releases, the rarities and b-sides compilation The Future Crayon (which has one of my favorite Broadcast songs on it: "Illumination"); the overtly neo-psychedelic and experimental opus they collaborated on with The Focus Group, Investigate Witch Cults of the Radio Age (bar-none their "trippiest" album); and the eerie soundtrack to the psychological horror film, Berberian Sound Studio, are all wonderful albums in of themselves. Back in 2013, James Gargill (the lone member of the allegedly, still "active band") stated in an interview with Under the Radar, that he was working on finishing a new Broadcast album, which will indeed feature Trish Keenan's lead vocals. These vocals, of course were recorded prior to her sudden, tragic death. I really hope that potential album finally sees the light of day, not only as an understandably unexpected and thrilling treat for all of us Broadcast fans, but as a final tribute to the beautiful, and deeply missed, Trish Keenan herself.



Thursday, 1 January 2015

The Culture Fix's Top 10 Films of 2014!

My Personal Favorite Flicks from a Particularly Outstanding Year in Film

by James Albert Barr


"Every great film should seem new every time you see it." - Roger Ebert



2014 proved, beyond a doubt, in my estimation, to be the single best year in film since that incredible millennium closing year of 1999! And I didn't have to wait for the summer season to kick in, or the awards-bait final third, to see great and entertaining films. For instance, there was Wes Anderson's thoroughly wonderful, The Grand Budapest Hotel, and Jonathan Glazer's subtly powerful, Under the Skin, as well as the endlessly charming, funny and witty, The Lego Movie. All these great flicks were released before May. Now granted, the fall season, leading up to winter's official arrival, certainly has provided us with an embarrassment of cinematic riches to be sure; several of which have either made my Top 10, or at least managed to appear in my "honorable mentions".

It was a much tougher task for me this year to compile my annual Top 10 list (of which I'm posting here on my blog for the first time), and the additional favorites that just missed the master selection, but were still great, because there were simply so many terrific films this year; so many, in fact, that I was forced to leave out several noteworthy movies like The Trip to Italy, The Double, Fury, X-Men: Days of Future Past, and John Wick, off my "honorable mentions" list even. Anyway, without further ado, I'll begin my list with ten excellent "honorable mentions" in no particular order of preference:

Edge of Tomorrow
Wild
The Lego Movie
St. Vincent
Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Enemy
Foxcatcher
The Zero Theorem
Interstellar
Jodorowsky's Dune

And now my Top 10!:

10. Guardians of the Galaxy



Quite simply the best of the comic book movies released in 2014! Nobody, including me, saw this one coming. A comic book property that featured mostly unheard of "heroes" from Marvel's C-list. But because of a great, non-fat script, and a chemistry-laced cast, including a star-making turn from Chris Pratt, everyone was treated to a superbly entertaining space adventure that even evoked, slightly at least, I genuinely felt, the kind of movie theater experience my generation had when we saw the first Star Wars trilogy. There was perhaps no bigger bang for your buck at the movies this year than this swashbuckling barn-burner, with a kick-ass, retro soundtrack to boot!

9. Whiplash


I like, and sometimes love (see above entry), a good old-fashioned Hollywood blockbuster as much as the next red-blooded guy, but films like Whiplash are what going to the movies is all about for an incurable film-buff such as myself. Every year, it seems, there are a small handful of humbly-budgeted, self-contained and insularly ambitious films usually directed by a relatively, if not utterly, unknown filmmaker, and/or screen-writer (in this case both, regarding one Damien Chazelle, aged only 29!). By adding a stellar performance from a relative newcomer like Miles Teller, and an absolutely incredible performance from a seasoned veteran like the magnificent J.K. Simmons, who's finally getting the accolades he has long since deserved from seemingly all the film critics groups and bigwig awards establishments like the Golden Globes (and I'm sure the Academy Awards when they're announced in the coming weeks), and, on top of everything else, a riveting, thoroughly involving script that also celebrates the scars 'n' all power of self-determination, and the cool spirit and harsh demands of real jazz, well, that just sashays right up my proverbial alley with a sweet abandon!

8. Nightcrawler


A Taxi Driver for the 21st century, pure and simple. This film was a true revelation in the already impressive career of Jake Gyllenhaal. It's hands-down his best performance to date, and he's got a ways to go yet before he eventually caps it. And Dan Gilroy delivered a, better-late-than-never (he's in his mid-50s), wholly impressive, aptly disturbing and societally chilling debut directorial effort. Gyllenhaal's jittery sociopath, Lou Bloom, is definitely one for these increasingly alienating times of cold, distant technological connection with one's fellow man. Just don't step in the way of this sociopath-cum-psychopath's single-minded agenda!

7. The Imitation Game 



As per usual, these kinds of biographical films tend to take considerable liberties with factual accuracies, and The Imitation Game is no exception, such as the actual terms of the relationship between Alan Turing and Joan Clarke, and Turing's likely less dramatic "tour of duty" at Bletchley Park (where he broke Nazi Germany's "unbreakable" Enigma code), but when it's executed with such vigorous poise and skill, from director to cast, particularly from its star, Benedict Cumberbatch, you can understand the typically broad strokes colorfully swiped outside of the initial frame. Cumberbatch will almost certainly receive his first Academy Award nomination for his intense, affecting performance as the socially awkward, but brilliant mathematician/cryptanalyst and computer science pioneer, Alan Turing. This story is undoubtedly an extremely important one in the annals of 20th century history, from the truth of World War 2, computer technology development, and the sheer hypocrisy of persecuting (and ultimately destroying, indirectly, and tragically) a true hero because of conventional society's ridiculous unwillingness to see past someone's sexual orientation.

6. Gone Girl


This was one of the wildest rides at the movies this year. Based on Gillian Flynn's best-selling novel, and subsequently adapted by her as well, Gone Girl proved to be both a thrilling character deconstruction of one wholly messed-up, identity-less rich girl turned psychopathic woman, and a biting social commentary on the utter absurdity of a media machine gone off the rails of decency and ethics and sense. David Fincher continues to solidify his already well-established reputation as one of the best directors working today with yet another no-holds barred indictment on the dire state of contemporary culture via the seeming outrageousness of the narrative here, which looks more like a mirror reflection of our true selves than an unbridled exaggeration. The cast is rock solid, even Ben Affleck, who puts in one of his best efforts in front of the camera, refreshingly enough, but Rosamund Pike's electrifying (and genuinely terrifying, for that matter) performance is likely going to nab her a few Best Actress awards, if not the Oscar in the coming months. She was stunning!

5. Boyhood


Richard Linklater has long been one of my favorite directors. His wonderfully exquisite Before trilogy is one of my all-time favorites; a delectably patient trilogy that took 9 years between each sequel to further flesh-out the near 20-year long relationship between a cynical, yet boyish American and a socially-conscious, insecure French girl with thoroughly enriching results for both the characters and its smitten, longtime audience. Well, Linklater has improbably topped his degree of film-making patience with the remarkable Boyhood; a film that took him 12 years to make, with the main cast literally aging by 12 years while the viewer watches with amazement, particularly regarding the title's namesake character played by "newcomer", Ellar Coltrane, and Linklater's own daughter, Lorelei! There's not a whole lot of 'dramatic fireworks' in this realism-heavy film, but conflict and character development certainly do unfold beautifully, especially with Patricia Arquette's terrific character, thus allowing Arquette to provide one of, if not the best, performance of her career,

4. Only Lovers Left Alive


While on the surface it may appear that you are watching a genre-filed "vampire movie", I can assure you that it's so much more than merely that, and exceedingly more sexy as well. Like Richard Linklater, the inimitable Jim Jarmusch is a notoriously patient, and even languid, film-maker. He has always had an affinity for the seemingly mundane, inanimate and boring details in the mise en scene's he meticulously frames (usually in beautiful black and white, but not in this case, though it hardly hurts the film) within his sensitive camera-eye. Because of this style of film-making, unfortunately in our rapid-paced, fast-food and impatient first-world culture, Jarmusch's "eccentric" films are an acquired taste. Juxtaposing two diametrically different locations (debilitating Detroit and ancient Tangiers) in the film's first act, I feel, provided an effective, and ironic, contrast for respective backdrops for the film's two leading, centuries-old, vampire lovers, marvelously played by Tom Hiddleston (he's suffering existential angst as a reclusive "guitar god" in Motortown) and the always wonderful Tilda Swinton (hanging with a vampirized Christopher Marlowe, a.k.a. the "real author" behind Shakespeare's classics -  one of the film's ticklishly droll riffs); their on-screen chemistry is near-perfect. Hiddleston's "Adam" is feeling suicidal because he's seeing society and culture go to the dogs thanks to all the "zombies" (i.e. us mortals) flushing it down the proverbial toilet. Swinton's "Eve" flies to Detroit to rescue her suffering husband. A rambunctious, troublemaking younger sister/sire of Eve's (Ava - also a vampire, suspended in perpetual, and thus mischievous, adolescence), not so unexpectedly shows up and wreaks havoc on the delicate proceedings. Jarmusch's subtle social commentary is rather accurate me thinks, and the film's visual poetry and revealing dialogue completely seduced me.

3. The Grand Budapest Hotel


The incomparable Wes Anderson sure has a way with a sense of art direction in his mostly exceptional films, and The Grand Budapest Hotel is quite possibly his finest example of such visually astounding riches. Predominately set in the 1930s as a flashback tale told by a former bell-hop-turned-hotel's owner to a curious lodger at the film's namesake in 1968 (itself a flashback emanating from the aged lodger in 1985 who became a successful author), Zero Moustafa (the now relatively old owner of the lately disrepaired Grand Budapest) regales the lodger on how the former concierge, Monsieur Gustave H (magnificently played by a never better Ralph Fiennes!), and Zero's mentor, was framed for murder, and how they found themselves unwittingly thrust into an unlikely adventure to clear his name. This subtly hilarious film also is saying something about the tragic moribund state of an "older-world way of seeing things", the seeming end of a "gentleman's culture" of honor, ritual and respect for art and custom. It's exquisite stuff through and through!

2. Under the Skin


Based on Michel Faber's 2000 novel and set in Glasgow, Scotland, Jonathan Glazer's brilliant, Under the Skin, is, for me, one of 2014's most incredible and important films. Not the least of which for its fantastic visual palette and technical achievements, especially in sound and its unforgettable score, composed by Mica Levi, this art-house science fiction film, with astounding and unsettling effectiveness, probed the nature of what it's like to be human, but in an utterly "alienating" world, ironically enough. Scarlett Johansson gives her most impressive performance as a seductress alien sent from her homeworld to lure unsuspecting young men into her commandeered van, bring them back to her "love lair" and proceed to trap them in some kind of liquefied cage where their innards are "extracted" leaving only their outer skins to softly float in said liquid cage. She eventually begins to acquire human-like feelings and empathy, which compromises her mission, thus forcing her to escape the watchful eye of her apparently male partner/team leader. Her many encounters with actual human men result in her continuing change, leading towards one last fateful confrontation which turns the tables on her initial huntress becoming the hunted. I actually wrote a more detailed article on this remarkable film that's still available here at this blog site - please check it out.

1. Birdman


No other film in 2014 blew me away more than this instant masterpiece! And it was totally thrilling to see Michael Keaton achieve such an amazing, late-game performance (which, in my opinion, deserves the Oscar for Best Actor) as the deeply, psychologically troubled, Riggan Thomson: the has-been Hollywood blockbuster movie-star of the "Birdman" franchise he left 20 years prior, struggling to revive his near non-existing acting career, by attempting to attain critical acclaim from adapting a Raymond Carver work on Broadway. For me, this astonishing film is a "game changer". I've never seen anything quite like it before, both in its mind-blowing directorial effort by Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu, its wholly revelatory script, and the collective awesomeness of its spot-on cast, particularly from Keaton, Edward Norton and Emma Stone (all clearly working, fearlessly, without a "net" here), whom will all likely be getting Oscar nominations no doubt. The film's character study of a desperate man literally fighting with his damaged ego/internal self, which comes in the form of his "Birdman" role constantly poking at him, is a truly awe-inspiring achievement to behold, making it quite simply one of the greatest films I've ever seen! And one I ardently expect will become a classic in the history of cinema.





Well, there you have it, dear readers - my favorite films of 2014! And what a helleva year it was for cinema, in general, in my opinion. Perhaps the best one yet thus far this century, in my humble estimation, quite frankly. I hope you enjoyed my gushing over these very special films.