More Intelligent Life: Obama breaks into song
January 24th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
My short blog for More Intelligent Life on Obama singing to Al Green, ahead of the State of the Union address this evening.
Sharon Van Etten and the point of a review
January 20th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I went to see Sharon Van Etten perform most of her new album ‘Tramp’ at the Mercury Lounge last night. It’s her third, but Van Etten’s one of those artists who hasn’t ‘come out’ properly yet (though she may well with this record – in the meantime, this is a good introduction). When I got home and started writing up the show I wondered about making comparisons to other vocalists to help people understand the quality of her voice, which manages to be at once steely and light, with a similar range to Cat Power or PJ Harvey.
I was reminded of writing best of the year album reviews last month. The NME asked me to take Laura Marling and Tune-Yards. My editor added a note: “If we could steer away from comparing them to other female artists that would be great. For some reason I seem to be drowning in that stuff lately.”
The editor was talking about pop artists like Florence and Lady Gaga, but it still holds up. Lately, I’ve stopped describing the music I review almost completely. Comparisons probably made sense when you had to save up to buy records, when new music required a financial investment on the part of the listener. Now that anyone can hear anything instantly online, describing sound is futile. Every ear has a different opinion. So much the better.
Best to stick to the particulars of the night: the way Van Etten’s eyes rolled back when she reached the chorus of ‘Leonard’; the strangeness of the Omnichord and how it slipped through her grasp; her lipstick, which matched exactly the red of her spectacular Gibson ES-135.
You should hear it for yourself.
Virgin.com: Girls, Real Estate, King Krule
January 18th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Intelligent Life: Chairlift apply the eighties gloss
January 1st, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I wrote the music part of ‘This Season’ for the Jan/Feb 2012 issue of Intelligent Life, which is out now. There is also some fantastic stuff in there by Ian Leslie on serendipity and Matthew Engel on 1962. Chairlift’s new album ‘Something’ is currently streaming at KCRW.
NME: Weekend At Rostam’s
December 5th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Published in Dec. 3 edition of NME Magazine. Follow Rostam via his tumblr page.
You’ll know Rostam Batmanglij as the quiet one in Vampire Weekend, but now he’s blasting open a new musical world of his own. Hazel Sheffield heads to his apartment.
“What’s wrong with Jack Johnson?” says Rostam Batmanglij when NME asks about his dubious decision to remix a track by the king of campfires last year. “You think he’s not indie enough or something? Well, I have strong pop instincts! My pop instincts are so strong I have to suppress them!” To prove it, the Vampire Weekend man leaps onto his piano stool and starts bashing out the riff from ‘One Thousand Miles’ by Vanessa Carlton.
It’s always the quiet ones. If Rostam was once best known for hiding behind a keyboard in Vampire Weekend, those days are over. His list of projects is growing: from collaborative work with Ra Ra Riot’s Wes Miles as R&B outfit Discovery, to production for Das Racist and remixes for Johnson, Foreign Born and others under the moniker Boys Like Us. Next, Rostam is stamping his real name on a solo album of future sounds that he hopes will establish him as a genre-straddling creator, a rewriter of rules. Is this the next Brian Eno?
“Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine music unlike anything you’ve ever heard before,” says Rostam from the table of his minimalist white kitchen. “Then I’ll just quickly try to make it on my computer.” Outside, the rain is beating down so hard that his perfect view of the New York skyline is drowned in fog. A soggy film crew shooting in his street shout instructions at one another. This is DUMBO, aka Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass, the arty, riverside district of Brooklyn where Rostam spends his days.
We are in his warehouse apartment, carpeted with rugs from Iran (where his parents come from) and strewn with drawings, guitars and records by Coldplay and The National. In Rostam’s bedroom – which doubles as his studio – two beds take up one wall, and a piano, mixing desk and a huge computer are arranged against the other. There’s also a mini keyboard by his pillow, just in case he dreams up a new song in the night.
“I always want to push myself to make music that is more and more complex, even if it is more minimalist,” Rostam says as he queues up some of his solo stuff on ProTools for NME to have a listen.
Minimalist it is not. Of the two tracks posted on his blog this month, ‘Woods’ is a twinkling Bollywood fairytale, all sitars and dreamy vocals, while ‘Don’t Let It Get To You’ announces itself with drums like gunfire before a looping panpipe refrain. Two others yet to see the light of day swim in nostalgia, from the rattling choral intro of ‘Summer’ to potential single ‘Bike Dreams’, a fuzzy, sun-drenched number with a chorus that starts, “Two boys, one is laughing sweetly.”
He’s shy about outlining the solo plan in detail (“The announcement… it starts you down this whole road…” he says), but he’s happy to explain how he finds working as Rostam rather than Vampire Weekend. “In relation to ‘Contra’, even if I come up with a part of a song or I begin a song, by the nature of it being collaborative it changes everything,” he says. “It’s like cooking. Every individual ingredient affects how you taste the other ingredients. My songs – I envisaged them in a certain way that didn’t fit Vampire Weekend. Once the album’s out it will become obvious: ‘Oh, these songs live together.’”
Rostam has become fairly vocal about his homosexuality since he came out publicly to Rolling Stone in 2010 – and this attitude has guided his creativity, too. There was an interview with gay mag ‘Out’ in February of that year where he revealed that ‘I Want To Be Your Boyfriend’ from Discovery’s 2009 debut and ‘Diplomat’s Son’ from Vampire Weekend’s ‘Contra’ were both about gay relationships. Then a performance on U.S. talkshow ‘Saturday Night Live’ a month later where he wore a rainbow guitar strap, prompting gay blog Queerty to ask ‘Just how big of a gay artist will Vampire Weekend’s Rostam Batmanglij become?’
“That was an intense time for me,” Rostam says. Just behind him on the bookshelf sits a collection of coming out stories called ‘Boys Like Us’.
“I guess I didn’t want it to be something that would turn into tabloid fodder. But everyone was very supportive. I still have lady fans on Twitter. They say, ‘I don’t care if he’s gay, I love him anyway!’” he laughs. “So keep trying ladies! I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’m gay.”
The desire to engage with the wider world more played a part in Rostam’s decision to sign up for a Converse ad campaign with Kid Cudi and Best Coast last year. He wrote the track ‘All Summer’ for the two artists to sing, and then had his face splashed over billboards at festivals across the world in a deal that must have brought in a few pennies.
“I didn’t do it for the money,” Rostam says. “I did it because I thought it was something kind of original, as an openly gay person, to do a song with a mainstream rapper. That’s never been done before. I guess in some ways I thought I was serving a higher purpose.”
Yes folks, Rostam’s thinking big. He’s started writing non-fiction, like his father, who writes books about Iran, and his mother, whose Persian cookbooks have made her something of a culinary celebrity. This month, Rostam wrote a piece of non-fiction for the first issue of ‘The World’s First Perfect Zine’, a new venture by ‘Pitchfork Reviews Reviews’ creator David Shapiro.
Then there’s his art. As Rostam talks, he flicks through some marker drawings, explaining that he wants to make 500 original sketches to go with each copy of his solo album. He’s even invented a couple of fonts that will fit on a USB stick for his fans to drop onto their computers.
“I want it to be a world you can step into,” he says of the album. “So you get various things from me.”
We’re already getting that. There’s a new Vampire Weekend album being prepped for release next year, about which Rostam is painfully coy. And there are plans to reunite with Wes
Miles for more r’n’b under the Discovery moniker, eventually. Though he won’t reveal anything about his plans as a producer, Rostam compares himself to electro producer Stuart Price who kept his many aliases – Jacques Le Cont, Thin White Duke – even when he hit the big time and started working with Madonna and Kylie Minogue.
But it’s the big E who really inspires him. “I like that Brian Eno got to a point where people didn’t wonder why he was doing what he was doing,” says Rostam. “I hope I’m known for just doing my own thing and not fitting into any kind of mould.”
Columbia Journalism School
November 30th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
The lovely web editor for Columbia J-school, Miriam Beyer, wrote a news story for the school’s homepage on my recent article about Hunter S. Thompson for The Economist.
NME Live: St Vincent at Webster Hall
November 22nd, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Published in the Nov. 19 issue of NME Magazine.
“My face is drawn on with this number 2 pencil,” sings St. Vincent’s Annie Clark in the final song of her set, ‘Your lips are red’, as she steps in front of the microphone and teeters on the edge of the stage at New York’s Webster Hall. A soundman rushes to roll out cable. Clark sways for a moment in the strobelight, then flips over onto the ready arms of the audience who carry her, one leg raised, out into the crowd.
It was a moment of release from Clark’s usual poise and comes hard earned. St. Vincent’s twisted pop songs expose the madness that goes on behind a mask drawn on in pencil – from failing at motherhood in ‘Cruel’ to lying to keep the peace in ‘Cheerleader’ and ‘Surgeon’. Her characters stress about inadequacy. As she tells Webster Hall, the video for ‘Cruel’ shows Clark being kidnapped by a motherless family who bury her alive after they realise she can’t cook, clean or care for them properly.
If cleaning is a problem, Clark makes up for it in control: both creative control and the kind of self-control she exudes onstage. Though tonight her chilly demeanor could also be nerves. There is a moment before ‘Save me from what I want’ where the spotlight dances across Clark’s face as she takes in the packed 1400-capacity venue and her mouth makes a small ‘o’. David Byrne, with whom she is collaborating on an as-yet-undisclosed new project, watches from the wings. Cameras follow Clark everywhere, streaming the performance live for MTV in a mark of mainstream acceptance if ever there was one.
Creative control has served Clark well on three solo albums since she stopped touring with the Polyphonic Spree and Sufjan Stevens last decade. But it wasn’t until this year’s ‘Strange Mercy’, an album that stretches ideas about identity and anxiety over woodwind arrangements and nifty angular riffs, that she started attracting the attention she deserves.
At Webster Hall, Clark plays puppets with her audience. She warms with a story about drinking tequila and running through a cemetery on Halloween before launching into ‘Neutered Fruit’, then squashes a heckler who says she can’t shred with the words: “What is this, a live twitter feed?” A growling cover of The Pop Group ‘She’s beyond good and evil’ speaks for itself.
Tonight it’s all in the eyes, wide and unblinking, until the sudden stage dive. But don’t be fooled: Clark’s studied femininity is a ruse for something much, much bolder.
NME Radar: A$AP Rocky
November 22nd, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Published in the Nov. 19 issue of NME Magazine.
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It’s exactly a week since self-dubbed “pretty motherfucker” A$AP Rocky released his 16-track mixtape ‘LiveLoveA$AP’, when he strides into the Polo Grounds Music offices a couple of blocks from Madison Square Garden. “How’s it going B,” 23-year old Rocky greets label boss and hip hop kingpin Bryan Leach, fixes himself a Hennessey and Pepsi from Leach’s personal bar, and drapes himself over a leather armchair, laptop open and Facebook on before he hits the seat.
The last week has been a good one for Rocky, the Harlem-born rapper whose real name is Rakim Meyers after the Rakim. “People have to finally come out with if they like me or not now,” he says of the tape. “There’s no wondering if I’m good or not. And I’ve been getting a lot of good feedback.”
Good feedback is an understatement. It’s not even a year since A$AP Rocky and A$AP Ferg dropped a handmade video for a track they made called ‘Get High’ on YouTube. At the time Rocky had moved his mother and baby sister from Harlem to New Jersey and was paying for their apartment by selling drugs on the street.
“It was a way of surviving: I didn’t have a job, my mum didn’t have a job,” he says of his time pushing dope, which finally came to an end in July, around the same time he put a new video, ‘Purple Swag’, online.
It took a third video – for woozy Houston rap number ‘Peso’ – in August, and suddenly everyone wanted a piece of A$AP Rocky. Including Polo Grounds Music, part of Sony/RCA, who put a $3 million deal on the table to sign him and fund a group label called A$AP Worldwide, with Rocky in charge.
“I’m a tastemaker, I know how to look out for what’s good, what’s big, what’s next,” he says, pulling out a bag of weed and calling up YouTube videos of Tennessee ‘gangster walk’ and Lana Del Rey.
If there’s pressure on him to deliver, Rocky’s not feeling it yet. “This is easy!” he says lighting up with a grin. “Selling drugs is hard. But this? All you gotta do is show up and do what you love.”
NME Front Row: MGMT at Guggenheim Museum
November 22nd, 2011 § 3 Comments

Published in Nov. 19 issue of NME Magazine.
What links MGMT with a 51-year-old Italian artist whose first ever solo show, in 1989, featured nothing but a closed gallery door bearing a sign saying ‘be right back’? Maurizio Cattelan, the artist in question, made a career out of defying expectations. In one show, he made an exact replica of nearby artist’s exhibition, in others, he attached a dealer to the gallery wall with Scotch tape, and dressed gallery staff in bunny-eared penis suits.
MGMT seem to be heading down a similarly subversive path. Weird, wiggy second album ‘Congratulations’, wasn’t too far off a locked door for early fans, who felt like the band they loved was gone, for lunch or for good.
Someone obviously saw some kind of connection, anyway, because this week MGMT were commissioned to play two shows at New York’s Guggenheim Museum to celebrate Cattelan’s last ever exhibition before retirement. Except the exhibition, instead of being your usual chronology of the artist’s best work, featured 130 objects strung up on ropes and chains, hanging from the distant roof of the spiral-shaped gallery.
Underneath life-sized mannequins of horses, dinosaur skeletons and a boy hanging by a noose, a weird mix of high-heeled city types and speccy art-school musos gathered, sparing the odd glance at the winches holding Cattelan’s enormous mobile in place.
MGMT – six of them, for the occasion – emerged to a hero’s welcome, Andrew VanWyngarden looking all serious in a suit jacket. Then, announced by a bass wobble, the entire staircase exploded into light from a series of coloured strobes as the crowd whooped and cheered. While the lights spiralled down the stairs, MGMT picked up a creepy carousel theme on keyboards and guitars, without any percussion or lyrics.
As a giant screen behind them showed psychedelic ‘magic-eye’ patterns, the boys somberly moved into a long progressive jam punctuated by spaceman sound effects. Someone in the audience sparked up and the stench of weed drifted through the gallery. After a while, and the realisation that this was no greatest hits show, the room descended into chatter.
Half an hour in – no breaks, no word from the band – MGMT climaxed with the kind of doomy drumming found on ‘Lady Dada’s Nightmare’, if ‘Lady Dada’s Nightmare’ droned on infinitely, then petered out into a little 12 bar blues. MGMT took their applause and left the stage. There was no encore.
Forget defying expectations. This was more like a batshit endurance test accompanied by some impressive engineering.
Virgin.com: First Aid Kit at Mercury Lounge, New York
November 21st, 2011 § Leave a Comment

First Aid Kit announced on Wednesday that they will headline New York’s Webster Hall in March – a huge leap for the Swedish duo that, just three years ago, introduced themselves to the world with a cover of Fleet Foxes on YouTube that went viral. I reviewed their Wednesday night appearance at the Mercury Lounge for Virgin.com.






