More Intelligent Life: America Wants Its Own Operas
February 17th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
A blog on ‘American’ opera for More Intelligent Life, ahead of the New York premiere of Rufus Wainwright’s ‘Prima Donna’ on Sunday. Looking forward to seeing it next week.
Columbia Journalism School
February 13th, 2012 § Leave a Comment

Fellow Brit Gabriel Stargardter and I landed a spot on the CUJ homepage this week, for nothing more than our excellent ‘serious journalist’ faces. If only people got jobs that way too.
Virgin.com: Top five moments from the Super Bowl
February 9th, 2012 § Leave a Comment

Slaves! Screens! Cursing! All the fun from Madge’s half-time show.
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.
NME: A$AP Rocky
January 22nd, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Published in the Jan. 14 issue of NME. Follow A$AP Rocky on Twitter.
A$AP Rocky is hiding in a Miami recording studio. Outside, NME waits for him to emerge for a photoshoot as the sun sets on the surrounding palm trees and weed smoke drifts from under the closed door. There appears to be a problem. “We’ve been looking for somewhere to get his hair braided for two days,” says gangster hip hop kingpin Bryan Leach, who signed Rocky to his Sony/RCA owned Polo Grounds Music back in October and is now guarding the door with a phone pressed to each ear. “He hasn’t got the right clothes. Fashion is very important to him,” Leach says, by way of an excuse.
Then, seconds from sundown, an enormous pair of next season Jeremy Scott Adidas trainers appear in the doorway and ASAP Rocky emerges in tight, twisted black jeans, gold and silver chains and a black cap pulled down over his loose braids. “Let’s do this!” he says, eyes dope-glazed, flashing his teeth in a grin that disappears in a burst of white camera light.
Cameras have been flashing at Rocky nonstop since news of a reported $3 million record deal hit the blogs in October, before Rocky had released a single mixtape. Nearly half the deal goes toward funding Rocky’s own record label, A$AP Worldwide, the rest to promote Rocky as a solo artist. That means in the space of two months, A$AP Rocky has gone from being Harlem’s best looking, drug-dealing high school dropout, to label exec, tastemaker, and the hottest hip hop act of 2012.
“It’s like, overwhelming,” Rocky, real name Rakim Mayers, says of the buzz, hunched over a massive bag of weed that he rolls, compulsively, into straight blunts. “Sometimes I just want to get away.” Hence the trip to Miami where he’s recording new material for a deluxe edition of mixtape ‘LiveLoveA$AP’ in the studio owned by reggae legends Inner Circle, an enormous, terracotta-coloured complex hung with posters of previous artists to pass through: Beyoncé, Lauryn Hill, John Legend. Inside, staff pull fresh red velvet cupcakes from the oven while the studio dog wanders past the pool table, ping pong, and out onto the patio by a waterfall pool bathed in blue light. “I don’t know too many people here,” says Rocky, exhaling smoke. “You need to be focused sometimes.”
Rocky used to have that focus in New York. Over the summer, he rented out a ‘stash house’ in midtown Manhattan for him and the rest of his ‘brothers’ in the A$AP (Always Strive And Prosper) crew. There, they developed a gang mentality by laying down new tracks all day and holding crazy parties at night, freestyling into a fisheye camera lens in videos that can still be found on YouTube. That mentality extended to early live shows at Brooklyn’s Creators Project and the CMJ new music showcase in October, where so many of A$AP and their associates crashed the stage that every show ended in chaos.
“Honestly, I never liked that,” Rocky admits now. “You turn to the side and you’re like, ‘I don’t even fucking know you, why are you onstage with us?’ But it wasn’t business in the beginning stages. It was just a bunch of kids from Harlem having fun.”
After that bunch of kids from Harlem got invited on tour with Canadian lady-killer Drake in early November, Rocky told the rest of A$AP to clean up their act.
“‘I’m going to buy a tour bus for all of us to get on and if you come in the morning with another miscellaneous motherfucker, I’m going to smack the shit out of y’all, you’re going to get fucked up,’ that’s all you gotta say,” he says. “You gotta know how to tap into that gangster mentality.”
To Rocky, that gangster mentality comes easier than most. Born in central Harlem, Rocky moved out to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania with his family when he was eight. “That’s when my dad became a drug lord out there. He was one of the biggest,” he says. “I was a spoiled ass motherfucker, for real. There’s pictures of me floating around on the internet with Jordan 7’s and a Gucci link chain bigger than my head. And that’s my fourth birthday! That’s why I’ve got such a big fashion sense.”
If his father, Duke, fuelled Rocky’s early obsession with fashion, it was his elder brother Ricky who taught him how to rap. “My brother would beat on the table and I just started rapping. I tried it, he embraced me, made me feel comfortable, and from that day forward I was rapping. Pretty sweet, huh?”
After Duke went to prison for dealing, Rocky and his mother ended up back in New York, in a homeless shelter in Manhattan. When Duke got out again, he paid for them to move into an apartment in Harlem on the same street where, a few months later, Ricky was shot dead by a drug dealer.
“My brother was extorting him,” Rocky says of the dealer, who was later convicted of murder. “Going up to him, smacking him and taking his money. And he got tired of it and he shot him.” He pauses, drags on a joint. “Afterwards my mother moved to the Bronx, but I ended up moving in with my Grandma who’s in Harlem, on Cam’ron’s block, 140th and Lenox Avenue. I started to sell drugs, you know what I’m saying? I didn’t think about [my brother dying]. That’s all I knew.”
Rocky was still dealing right up until July this year. “It’s like, ‘If I leave this alone, what the fuck am I going to do?’ You’re stuck in it, that’s why they call it a trap. Whenever I started to see that music really was going good I was like, yo, I don’t want to risk it. So I stopped,” he says. “That selling drugs shit never was my character.”
Now, under the close eye of Bryan Leach, Rocky’s turning himself in a businessman of a legitimate kind. But he’s already worrying about losing early fans – like the guy from France who compiled Rocky’s early YouTube tracks on an unofficial mixtape called ‘Deep Purple’ back in July.
“Now it’s like I lost all those Purple Life people and I got a whole bunch of people who just say, ‘Yo, Rocky’s the new pretty motherfucker. Let’s listen to his music.’” Rocky says. “I wanna tap back into the purple people.”
As he talks, a new track that he calls ‘Pretty Flocka’, starts blaring out of the studio. Its hard uptempo beats are about as far as can be from the dark, woozy, chopped-and-screwed southern style rap with which Rocky first drew attention. Rocky says he’s also branching out, lyrically, from the endless weed-and-women brags on the free mixtape.
The deluxe mixtape, featuring the best of the free tape and some brand new tracks, is due in the spring. As is the A$AP mob’s first group mixtape, ‘LongLiveA$AP’, featuring the first artists to sign A$AP Worldwide: A$AP Twelvy, A$AP Ferg, A$AP Nasty and A$AP Ty Beats, among others.
“You gotta look at it like this, right,” says Rocky as he picks up his drugs and swaggers back to the studio in those enormous white trainers. “The last thing you heard from me was in October. Now, you’re about to see what we all about. We are the future.”
NME: Chairlift
January 21st, 2012 § Leave a Comment

Published in the Jan. 14 issue of NME. More about Chairlift via their website.
Chairlift know the exact moment they finally lost their shit.
It was January 2010, and the end of 18 months on the road for the trio off the back of a patchy first album and one major single, ‘Bruises’, that was used to soundtrack an iPod advert. Caroline Polachek and Aaron Pfenning, the couple that started Chairlift during college in Colorado, had broken up a year before and were scraping through their final live dates in Australia. Then one night, feeling like they had nothing to lose, Caroline, Aaron and third bandmate Patrick Wimberly decided to go onstage topless, with flourescent pink tape over their nipples.
“We were in Tasmania on New Year’s Eve,” Patrick explains from the corner of a quiet bar in their home of Greenpoint, Brooklyn. “That’s where the hole in the O-zone layer is and it was very, very hot. All of the women had tape on their nipples!”
“That’s not true!” Caroline shoots back. “But when you’re that far from home, and you’ve had such a crazy, strenuous day, you’re like, ‘Alright!’”
“Not even a crazy strenuous day,” he starts.
“Well you weren’t the one fighting with your boyfriend!” she interrupts.
“This was not just a strenuous day, this was a strenuous fucking year and a half, and it was almost over.” Patrick says with finality, and they both look at each other over the tops of their cups of coffee.
Yet somehow, Chairlift have walked away from their miserable first-album tour and the Brooklyn class of 2008 in which they emerged (think Vampire Weekend, MGMT) to come back with a killer new, ‘Something’. Its sound – inspired equally by French new wavers Indochine and English pop legends Roxy Music and Tears For Fears – is an addictive combination big, clean production and huge pop hooks that sets the bar for the news album of 2012. It’s a massive leap forward given that the ‘strenuous fucking year and a half’ nearly spelled the end for Chairlift, too.
Watching them trading lines and finishing each others’ sentences in the Brooklyn café, it’s clear Patrick and Caroline’s brother-sister relationship have a lot to do with their unexpectedly brilliant comeback. She’s the tiny, pale-skinned art school grad who spent a year in Belgium before college, hanging out with older jazz musicians and going to crazy parties that “would end in everyone turning the lights off and trying to improvise noise”. He’s the geeky indie guy from school who used to wear fedoras and ties before moving to New York, turning into a manic pixie dream boy and dating models way too tall for him.
Though Aaron and Caroline’s relationship dominated Chairlift’s early days, the foundations of the band disappeared when Aaron left after the Australian tour, walking away from their major label contract with Columbia and two years of hard graft pushing their debut, ‘Does You Inspire You’. The album had received mixed reviews when it was released in 2009, disappointing early fans hoping for more of the cutesy ‘Bruises’ with a patchwork of other styles including a country ballad (‘Don’t Give A Damn’), French disco (‘Le Flying Saucer Hat’), and new world atmospherics (‘Ceiling Wax’).
Lacking a sound they could really call their own, exhausted from touring, and with one band member on his way out the door: Chairlift could have called it quits. In the end it was Patrick, a school friend from Colorado who joined Chairlift later in New York, who knew they had to find a way to make it work.
“It was my job to keep the band together,” he says, looking serious, when NME ask him how he coped with touring with a couple in the middle of a break up. “And the band still is together.”
Patrick’s tactic was to get him and Caroline back in the studio straight away. They decided to approach the next record completely differently – starting with writing everything together in one room, rather than separately, as Caroline and Aaron had written the first album. They set about creating a coherent sound from the outset. “On the last record every song had its own synth sound,” Caroline explains. “Whereas on this record I made a palette of ten or twelve sounds that I would go to. For example, ‘Cool as a Fire’ uses the same synth sounds as ‘Amanaemonesia’ uses, and it’s in the bridge of ‘Sidewalk Safari’, there’s a lot of crossover. Those are the kind of things you would never hear but you would feel.”
Behind all the ice-cool synths, soft machine drumming and echoing vocals, you’ll also feel a whole lot of break-up rage.
“I remember the day that Caroline came into the studio that we were writing in,” says Patrick. “We’d barely begun writing the record and we didn’t really have any direction yet for what we were going to write about. She just walks into the room, takes her headphones off and says, ‘I want to write a song about running people over with a car!’”
“No, running over one person!” Caroline interjects. “It’s not mass slaughter!”
While she won’t say who she means, there’s plenty of sadness and anger under the surface of ‘Something’, starting with that hit and run fantasy, ‘Sidewalk Safari’. You can almost see the cartoon motorbikes from the start of A-ha’s ‘Take On Me’ video driving right through the bass. Over the top, Caroline adopts a murderous purr: “I’m bad with bows and arrows, I’m not so good at guns, poison seems old-fashioned and hired help’s no fun… but I do know how to drive a car, faster than a man can run!”
“You stalk the animals too, you don’t just kill them,” Caroline explains of the safari in the song, half-smiling, half-serious. It’s amazing how much of the time Chairlift end up talking about guns and violence for a band that started out singing about frozen strawberries and handstands.
There’s the gunshot that ricochets through ‘Take It Out On Me’, a song that, Caroline explains, started life in a dream. “In my imagination of what’s happening in that song, something really bad is about to happen and I’m trying to scoot my whole family out before the bad thing,” Caroline says.
Then there’s the machine-gun range where Caroline spend her days during the band’s week-long residency at a Las Vegas casino last April. Chairlift played twice a day to bored, chain-smoking gamblers. In between times, Patrick worked on his black jack and Caroline drove out to town to shoot.
“I had a lot of steam to let off, personally, so I figured that would be amazing!” she
says brightly.
Chairlift are certainly tougher – and smarter – than they first seem. A lot of art theory goes into their work, from the photograph on their chin-stroking, Man Ray-inspired album cover, to Caroline’s spandex-clad ballet routine for single ‘Amanaemonesia’, which was inspired by sex-obsessed French choreographer Maurice Béjart. But at the heart of it, they’re a band who seriously know how to put a pop song together. You could have almost guessed it after ‘Bruises’, a track Caroline admits “plopped out in twenty minutes”. After two years learning how to turn that song-writing into an album’s worth of gold, and pulling their band back from the brink of breaking up, Chairlift are finally ready to go back on the road.
“We’re dying to go back on tour, absolutely dying,” says Caroline. “We feel like we’ve really made something, as opposed to scraps of a bunch of things. It feels like a declaration of life.”
Patrick smiles: “This is ‘Something’.”
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 § 1 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.”






