Confessional Family Vacation Slide Show Music:
Throw Me the Statue's Moonbeams
This album hits a high early on the first two tracks with the hook break section of “Lolita” being so overwhelmingly evocative that the rest has trouble returning to the same exquisite mesh.Yet, Throw Me the Statue’s Moonbeams truly brings a homegrown kind of joy. Aside from the topless swimmers cover picture, the album artwork pictures recall summer family vacations—boaters and a mountain lake overlook. That family slide show matches both the taboo subject matters and the music itself.
“Young Sensualists” and “Lolita” are confessional, sexual, adolescent tales which are a very real undercurrent to family trips with teenagers. It’s what their bodies and minds are going through; it’s what their souls are struggling against as Scott Reitherman sings, “You were an honest pal and I wasn't always right somehow.”
Coupled with the temptation undercurrent, TMTS create music from tinny, playful, toy-instrument-like, home recording-type sounds that employ “overly Casio” synth effects like the Cars of the early 80’s. It’s Half-handed Cloud meets Simon Garfunkel; it’s the horns of Sufjan Stevens with acoustic indie rockfolk. “Your Girlfriend’s Car” is buld on a pianoforte, California bounce. “Yucatan Gold” is like the Stone Roses’ “Fool’s Gold” stripped back to an indie basement bedroom tape.
Throw Me the Statue
Secretly Canadian
2005’s Hurricane Bar compelled me to write about it. Mando Diao had so much fire in their “Clash-like gang vocals, shouted like a band from a warehouse district who is used to playing gig beneath the train tracks” that I could not keep silent about the experience of listening to the album.
Now that summer 2008 is here, it’s time to go back and talk about a perfect summer companion released in 2007. Marc Broussard’s S.O.S.: Save Our Soul has this tremendously fresh nostalgic blend of Motown and blues, custom-made for sunny picnics, beach blanket bingo, drives through the country, and backyard barbeques. As the songs bounce along on horns, piano, soul guitar, Broussard’s smooth-smoky vocals, and beehive-hair voiced backup girls, it’s no wonder that Hollywood goes back to 60’s Motown as the soundtrack for hopeful, romantic, upbeat scenes. That classic soul/R&B sound punches negativity with a blow so loving that you forget that these are fighting words. It’s a sound that rises up on a rogue wave that—instead of dragging a tired swimmer into an undertow—floats you peacefully in the moonlight. Broussard doesn’t just mimic this sound; he exudes this sound.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008

