October 2017 Album Round Up!

Why is it that every single year, the last week of October is always the greatest (and, well, busiest) week of the year for music listeners? As much as I know it isn’t, it feels so random to me. If I were a musician, I’d honestly feel comfortable with any release date between the months of April and June, or September to November. But there must be something about this particular week that only the accountants at Atlantic, Columbia and Warner Bros. can explain.

On October 28th of last year, I remember walking out of F.Y.E. with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face, now in possession of brand new records from Avenged Sevenfold, Testament, Serpentine Dominion, and Empire of the Sun. And I’d still barely scratched the surface. 2017 was no different. On October 27th, an overwhelming influx of new music saw the light of day, including but not limited to: Blut Aus Nord, Yelawolf, The Used, Yo Gotti, Weezer, Ty Dolla $ign, Hollywood Undead, Theory of a Deadman, and Winds of Plague. Whew. I’m still catching up. Which might explain why this fucking Round Up is getting posted two days before Thanksgiving.

I hope you enjoy my thoughts on this month’s albums, and believe me – there is a LOT to look forward to by the end of the year! I’ve already giddily begun prepping my numerous Year-End lists, so definitely stay tuned! And for God’s sake, please watch that credit limit this Friday. We wouldn’t want to buy a fucking boat for some middle manager at Visa.

The Sin and the Sentence – Trivium

 The eighth record from these mainstream Metal mainstays (and my personal favorite band from ages 13 – 15) is nothing short of a return to form. The band’s creative decline that plagued their last six years of music – beginning with 2013’s stale Vengeance Falls and continuing with the divisive, radio-friendly Silence in the Snow in 2015 – abruptly ends here with a set of tracks that up the ante considerably on aggression and on musicianship, the latter in part due to the addition of virtuoso drummer Alex Bent. Aside from a few missteps in the track list (e.g. the whiny throwaway ballad “Endless Night”), The Sin and the Sentence should electrify diehard supports and galvanize old fans whose support has waned in recent years.In particular, “Thrown Into the Fire” and “The Revanchist” are two of the best songs of Trivium’s entire career. Here is a full review. RECOMMENDED

Pacific Daydream – Weezer

 Frankly, I’m still enjoying the hell out of The White Album – Weezer’s 2016 effort that found its way onto my Top 10 Albums of the Year last December – so it wasn’t gonna be the end of the world for me if the band’s surprisingly quick follow-up was a slight disappointment. And I’m glad the stakes were low, because as it just so happens, Pacific Daydream was exactly that. Forgettable, cookie cutter material like “Mexican Fender” and “Get Right” are severe momentum killers on both the front and back end of this 34-minute LP. All was not lost, however – mid-album highlights like the wistful “Happy Hour” and the knockout hook on “Weekend Woman” kept it from being a total letdown. We’ll just have to wait and see if the band’s forthcoming Black Album finds them back on track. Here is a full review. NOT RECOMMENDED

Trial By Fire – Yelawolf

One of 2017’s brightest gems that I never saw coming, Yelawolf’s barely-promoted third studio album finds the ambitious but wildly inconsistent Alabama MC finally putting all the pieces together on Trial By Fire, his exceptional third LP for Eminem’s Shady Records. All of my favorite music has one thing in common: it takes you out of your surroundings and transports you to another world, and Yelawolf does exactly that on here. Soundtracked with an imaginative fusion of Country, Blues, Folk, Rock, and Hip-Hop, Yelawolf brings you straight down to his native Alabama with intensely autiobiographical dirt road rhymes and his singular, snarling Southern drawl. We’ll surely be chatting about Trial By Fire next month when I recap my favorite Hip-Hop albums of 2017, but for now, at least check out essential tracks like “Ride or Die”, the Juicy J-assisted “Punk”, and the haunting “Sabrina”. Here is a full review. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

 Lil’ Pump – Lil’ Pump

 I cannot believe this nonsense hit number 3 on the Billboard Charts. I could make this whole mixtape in five minutes. Lil’ Pump’s brand of “Soundcloud” rap is as obnoxious as it is repetitive – there’s absolutely nothing redeeming about the headache-inducing flows on songs like “Gucci Gang”, “Crazy”, and the opener “What U Sayin’”. And even the star power of Rick Ross on “Pinky Ring” doesn’t help, because that discordant fire alarm-mimicking instrumental makes me genuinely angry for the duration of the song, regardless of who’s rhyming. Maybe I’m out of touch, but I really don’t understand what any of these hipster critics see in this shit. NOT RECOMMENDED

Judas – Fozzy

 One of my least favorite Rock releases of the entire year, the seventh LP from Fozzy – the band fronted by WWE Superstar Chris Jericho – is overproduced, formulaic Radio-Rock trash. “Three Days in Jail” is a particularly embarrassing moment as the band briefly attempt to resurrect Nu Metal (yes, rapping and all!) before returning to their cookie cutter Butt Rock. It’s a shame, because I’ve considered myself a fan since I was a teeanger (Chasing the Grail and Sin and Bones still get regular rotation in my car), but Judas better not indicate the direction the band is headed, or they’ve lost me. Here is a full review. NOT RECOMMENDED

Super Slimey – Future & Young Thug

 If people’s would’ve just fucking RELAXED with their unreasonable expectations for this high-profile Watch the Throne-type collab between two of Hip-Hop’s hottest acts, I guarantee they would’ve all enjoyed Super Slimey a hell of a lot more. I sure did. It’s noticeably unrefined and it’s far from perfect, but bangers like “Three” and the Offset-featuring “Patek Water”, as well as the hazy “All Da Smoke” made this auto-tuned meeting of the minds more than worth it. Especially when compared with Future and Drake’s lackluster collaborative What a Time To Be Alive tape from two years ago. RECOMMENDED

Nightbringers – Black Dahlia Murder

 Chalk up another “W” for Black Dahlia Murder. Their first LP to feature lead guitarist Brandon Ellis finds the Michigan metallers right back in tip-top form – in particular, the tracks “As Good As Dead” and the title cut now rank in my top 10 songs of the band’s entire sixteen year career. Here is a full review. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

 Beautiful Trauma – P!nk

 A true dud from the Pop world this past month, the rest of P!nk’s seventh album proves to be even sappier and more vanilla than its sappy and vanilla lead single, “What About Us”. Despite a decent chorus or two (e.g. “Better Life”) or the catchy dance pulse of “Secrets”, there’s just too much major label money riding on this record for it to be interesting. Not even Eminem’s guest appearance on “Revenge” is interesting, and significantly less interesting is P!nk’s pseudo-rapping attempts on that same track. Yikes. NOT RECOMMENDED

 E – Enslaved

 One of the Black Metal’s most important and adventurous trailblazers, Enslaved have been pushing the genre’s envelope for over a quarter century now, constantly searching for more clever ways to fuse the style’s more traditional sounds with the likes of Prog Metal and even various types of Rock music. On E, the band take another step forward, crafting masterful Blackened Prog Metal epics (if that’s, I guess, a genre now?) like “Hiindsiight” and “Sacred Horse”, which co-exist harmoniously alongside more direct cuts like “The River’s Mouth” and “What Else Is There”. An absolutely essential Metal listen, and an outstanding achievement even by Enslaved’s lofty standards. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

 Losing Sleep – Chris Young

Given that his new LP consists of only ten tracks and a runtime of exactly a half hour, I figured it wasn’t a huge investment to give Country superstar Chris Young a shot. This year I’ve finally started to acquire a taste for one of music’s most critically dismissed genres – good ol’ Country – and Young is one of dozens of beloved mainstream artists that I’ve yet to try on for size. Well, you can imagine my disdain when I was greeted with the exact type of Pop Country genericism that makes people discriminate against this style of music. More often than not, the central lyrical topic of this album is just fucking DRINKING, and nothing else. And the closer “Blacked Out” is supposed to be this tear-stained, heartbroken ballad, but it comes across so shallow with its references to Ray Bans and Mustangs and ten thousand more allusions to – you guessed it – drinking. For Country music in October 2017, the real winner was Darius Rucker with his new LP When Was the Last Time – you’re better off checking out that one and giving Losing Sleep a hard pass. NOT RECOMMENDED

A FEW MORE:

LIKE:

Thinking Out Loud – Young Dolph

When Was the Last Time – Darius Rucker

Blood of My Enemy – Winds of Plague

4Eva Is a Mighty Long Time – Big K.R.I.T.

Heaven Upside Down – Marilyn Manson

Reaper – Nothing.Nowhere.

DON’T LIKE:

True View – Stick to Your Guns

Cold Like War – We Came As Romans

False Idol – Veil of Maya

I Still Am – Yo Gotti

Beach House 3 – Ty Dolla $ign

Deus Salutius Meae – Blut Aus Nord

 

Ludacris’ “Vices” Single

He may have been the shiznit back in Elementary School when the clean version of Word of Mouf was permanently nested in my Walkman, but Ludacris and I have not had a relationship for many years now. The last Ludacris album I enjoyed was in 2008. The last Ludacris movie I enjoyed – besides none of them – was in 2011 (he had a minor role in No Strings Attached, a movie I sort of half-liked, mostly because it centered on Natalie Portman having sex).

And wackest of all was his selfish, hypocritical reaction to the Paul Walker jokes that were made at the Roast of Justin Bieber, especially considering there were several jokes made about 9/11 which, unlike one person driving too fast one time, was a national tragedy in which we lost nearly 3,000 of our citizens in the worst domestic attack the nation has ever seen. So we can joke about that but not Paul Walker. Sure. But, I digress.

This doesn’t mean I don’t still give the guy a chance. Underrated not only for his lyricism but also his unparalleled ability to jump on a Pop song and actually ADD to it (see: “Glamorous”, “Yeah!”, “Baby”, etc.), I’m always rooting for Luda. I thought he KILLED his verse on Future’s “Same Damn Time” remix, which might’ve been over five years ago now, but that’s the best reference I’ve got at the moment.

I was as surprised as I was intrigued when, pretty much out of the blue, Luda dropped his new single “Vices” last Wednesday. Its title gave it the initial appearance of a party track. I had to see if Christopher Bridges has any more gas left in the tank.

Right off the bat, I wasn’t too impressed with Luda’s opening rhyme scheme – that whole “bottles/shots/models/thots” thing? Yeah, that didn’t do it for me. Nor did the rest of his bars, where he talks about “skanks” and “dank” and dressing in expensive clothes. Super exciting.

I still think he has one of the illest flows, though. Whenever I hear Ludacris spitting, it always sounds like he is in complete control of the beat, almost as if he’s hovering above it, pulling the strings and dictating its pace. At any moment he could let out a flurry of double time rhymes. On “Vices” his quick tongue is notably restrained, but an air of anticipation still lurks around the corner of every bar, as if the dude could go off at any time. Even with the vapid subject matter at hand here, Luda still out-raps a large majority of Hip-Hop’s current generation, by a pretty wide margin.

The instrumental here is a solid, appropriately minimalistic choice – a steady stream of hazy eighth notes from a synth sit atop a laid back drum groove, with only an extra six-note keyboard loop to signal the song’s chorus. Luda’s message here, ultimately, is that we all have our indulgences, and not only is it perfectly ok to partake in them if we so choose, but it’s nobody’s place to pass judgment. At the end of the song, he urges listeners to “worry ‘bout your own fuckin’ life” and “stay the fuck up outta mine”. And you know what? Since drinking, smoking weed, and fucking girls isn’t all that interesting (especially when you’re forty years old), I have no issue complying.

The Fall 2015 Pregame Playlist

As I prepare for yet another Jack Daniels-sponsored night of played-out top 40 hits, increasingly horrific dance moves, and general sloppiness of many incarnations, it comes time to reflect. Time to reflect on a semester in which I’ve experienced a monumental methodological shift in my weekly partying and the copious alcohol consumption that operates in tandem. For the last three months or so, I have been accompanied by a playlist.

It happened completely by accident. Because of the sheer variety of music I enjoy, coupled with my abnormally low tolerance for repeated listens, I have always been a staunch opponent of Party and Work Out playlists. For God’s sake, change it up. There’s so much out there that’s not Drake, it’ll blow you away. Anyway, due to my Baby Boomer level of technological savvy, it took me until Summer 2015 to discover the wondrous beauty of YouTube to MP3. Upon this life-altering revelation, I began to accumulate various “turn up” songs that I would never necessarily own but have always enjoyed pregaming to via YouTube, many of them extremely questionable to everyone else. Without even realizing it, I had curated a fucking playlist.

Now I assume nearly everyone’s familiar with the basic, triadic college night structure – 1) drinks with a small crew of close friends, 2) the larger scale “official” pregame, and 3) the main event, at which you hope to either get laid, hang with casual friends you don’t often see, get completely obliterated to celebrate/mourn an occasion, or if you have a banner night, all of the above. For some odd reason, I’ve always taken Phase 1 very seriously, except I execute it in utter solitude. In order to boost my mood, transition from work to fun, and enter the headspace required for a successful night of partying, it has always been crucial for me to have a few drinks alone to the exact party music that I want to hear, and have whatever “deeper” thoughts I need to have before I go mingle with a sea of people I pretend to like, to a soundtrack that I also – for the most part – pretend to like. This 30-minute ritual has slowly evolved into the routine that no good night of mine can start without. Sometimes it’s complemented in various douche-y ways like pushups, pullups, or a nutritious snack, but that’s a whole other issue.

So my newly acquired YouTube rips had a function all of a sudden. Starting at the beginning of the Fall semester in September, they were my soundtrack to Phase 1. I figured that as the semester wore on I would make some sort of changes to the playlist, but I guess that as I age (a whopping 21 years now), familiarity becomes more appealing. Before you know it, I’m going to have a monogamous girlfriend. Anyway, because of the narcissist that I am, I felt eager to share this playlist. I guess it was a big deal to me, at least. Just picture it: I’m pouring my first homemade Jack and Coke, putting on some sort of button down that I’d never wear if I could be socially accepted otherwise, and contemplating whether we actually have any sort of control over our own destinies. Who knows, maybe somebody somewhere else is doing the exact same weird shit.

1) Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix) – so basic it hurts

2) Sum 41: In Too Deep (Kasum Remix) – a great EDM remix that invigorates an otherwise tired, unwelcome throwback

3) ‘NSync: Tearin’ Up My Heart – yep. One of my all time favorites. Wish I were kidding

4) Backstreet Boys: Everybody (Rock Your Body) – see number 3

5) David Guetta: Titanium (feat. Sia) – how this hasn’t gotten old is beyond me. Still possibly my favorite party song for its mix of danceable beat and dramatic vocals

6) Waka Flocka Flame: No Hands (feat. Roscoe Dash & Wale) – as effective as it was in 2010

7) ScHoolboy Q: Man of the Year – that mesmerizing beat puts my mind in a place that only this song can

8) Porter Robinson: Sad Machine – who knew EDM could make you feel so intensely?

9) Cascada: I Need a Miracle – see numbers 3 and 4

10) Future: Same Damn Time – I never fuck with trap. But THIS…

11) Jay-Z: We Made It (Remix) [feat. Jay Electronica] – the fucking bars on this track. This one should be automatically programmed into every sports locker room

12) Flashdance: She’s a Maniac – do you NOT pregame to 80’s dance anthems?

13) Ariana Grande: The Way (feat. Mac Miller) – Big Pun beat plus Easy Mac plus hot chick? Sign me up.

14) Kaskade: Disarm You (feat. Ilsey) – I wrote about this here

15) The Killers: Smile Like You Mean It (Madeon Remix) – Madeon flipped this gem from Hot Fuss into something equally special

16) Madeon: Adventure (entire fucking album) – THE party album of 2015. Just mindblowing