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Why you need to be listening to Rival Sons, in 200 words or less

17 Sep

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Cali rockers Rival Sons have hit it right with this one. Not that their previous albums didn’t blow me away with their refreshing burst of good ol’ rock & roll sound, but their latest effort, Head Down, out now on iTunes, is mmm-mmm good. So many bands find their niche and ride with it, content to churn out albums that are cookie cutter versions of the one that came before. Not these guys. They have their roots, but they manage to keep things fresh, and while they’re not the biggest fans of the constant comparisons to classic rock bands of yore, let’s just say they sound plucked from a different era, and it is a blessed sound, much needed on the musical landscape today. Helmed by Jay Buchanan, he is one of those rare and fantastic frontmen with chameleon-like vocal abilities. He can go from fierce bluesy growl on “Keep on Swinging” to bringing it way down all soft and sweet on songs like “Wild Animal.” This amalgam of bluesy, folksy, jazzy, hard rock-y…? group of guys in Buchanan, Scott Holiday, Mike Miley and Robin Everhart come together to form one kick-ass band with yet another kick-ass album that needs to be heard. By you. Right now.

Alberta Cross: Embracing Their Inner Mutt

6 Jul

Alberta Cross’ music has been labeled a lot of things. “Brooding blues” (NME). “…haunting melodies of rural American music” (Rolling Stone). “South-of-the-Mason-Dixon guitar chops recall the Followill Bros” (Spin). “A British take on Southern Rock” (The New York Times).

That last one makes lead singer Petter Ericson Stakee cringe.

I bring up said cringe-worthy analogy to Stakee, and he replies with a sly and knowing, “Uh-huh…”  He knows what’s coming next.

The first band that comes to mind when southern and rock are mentioned together in a sentence is usually someone within shooting range of Lynyrd Skynyrd. “I don’t think we sound anything like that,” Stakee says. “I’m from Sweden, and when people say I sound like Southern Rock, that sounds like a bit of a joke to me – that sounds like comedy.”

And while there are leanings toward Kings of Leon, I’d venture to say that the Fallowills have a sound influenced more by Stakee and bassist Terry Wolfers’ side of the pond than the other way around. “Someone called us ‘Mutt Rock’ once,” Stakee says, “I kind of like that because we bring in stuff from everywhere. My dog is a mutt, and I reckon we are, too.”

I spoke with Stakee as he walked around in the blistering July heat during Summerfest in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Wolfers, the other half of Alberta Cross, met in London in a pub housed behind a music studio. The owners were mutual friends. “We sort of met because we got free drinks there and then started a band. That’s pretty much it,” Stakee says with a laugh. The name Alberta Cross is an anagram out of London. When pressed to reveal its meaning, Stakee’s cheeky charm returns, “Nay.”

Stakee, if pressed, puts Alberta Cross in the genre of rock but says their influence comes from all over – both old and new – and they love the freedom to inject whatever they like into their own sound. The result is a label busting mash-up of My Morning Jacket meets Oasis meets Crazy Horse meets…Depeche Mode.

“My brother was into Depeche Mode and came more from the synthesizer world,” Stakee explains of the music that surrounded him growing up, “I think that sums up our sound in a way.  There’s organic stuff, but Depeche Mode, as well, with a lot of melodies – not just one melody but a lot of colors. This new record is definitely more colorful. We really worked hard on getting that stuff out.”

Songs of Patience, the band’s third album, is the result. Songs like “I Believe in Everything” and “Bonfires” display a more bluesy, stripped down vibe, which is something Stakee credits to his father, a singer-songwriter in his own right. “That’s also why I’m inspired by so much stuff because my dad was into bluesier rockers. So I got that darker, synthesizer vibe with the blusier and the rootsier side.

Those colors and those blending of influences perhaps show most, however, on “Money for the Weekend (Pocket Full of Shame),” a blistering, straightforward tune with a fuzzy bassline and synthetic undertone. The song was inspired lyrically by the London riots in 2010 stemming from a college tuition hike and musically by Keith Richards.

“The first name was ‘Me & Keith,’” he says and drew from Richards’ discussion on open tuning in his biography. The song has been featured in a nationwide Ketel One campaign, of which Stakee says, “When something like that comes along in this day and age you can’t really say, ‘no.’”

Stakee doesn’t believe putting his music in a commercial or TV show or on a soundtrack is considered selling out. In fact, in a musical climate heavy with corporate sponsors, Stakee thinks you’d be hard-pressed to find an indie band who thinks it is. “If people download our music for free and don’t pay for our records…people need music out there, so we kind of have to do shit like that in order to survive. I’m for it,” he says. “It’s a weird scene. It’s definitely changed since I started. It’s changing every day. As long as I stay true to myself and write the stuff I want to write and be able to play the music that I want to play then I’m fine.”

Alberta Cross will play Johnny Brenda’s in Philly this Wednesday, July 11. Songs of Patience drops July 17.

Photo by Brantley Gutierrez

Bamboozle Brings Some Splendid Noise and Returns Home to Asbury Park

21 May

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Bamboozle boasted three days of gorgeous weather, sweeping ocean views and lots and lots of rock. Stepping into the Berkeley Hotel, where I was staying for the weekend long festival of sun, surf and music, I felt like I was stepping into the “Continental Riot House” scene in Almost Famous. Every time I crossed the lobby to hop the elevator up to my room, I was confronted with the standard issue rocker uniform of leather, flannel, faux-hawks, tattoo sleeves and Vans as far as the eye could see. To really bump up the “It’s all happening,” factor, Cameron Crowe even replied to a twitter convo between me and a friend, referencing said movie and said line, pretty much providing the highlight of my life.

But back to the weekend at hand. Over a hundred bands played across seven stages spread out along the infamous New Jersey boardwalk. For me, Saturday Main Stage performers, Brand New, is one band to download/Like/see live ASAP. Hailing from Long Island, these five alterna-rockers were bringing their own fresh flavor while still bowing a nod in the direction they came from. From singer Jesse Lacey’s Morrissey-esque vibe to ripping through a kick-ass, spot-on cover of “Wish” by Nine Inch Nails, they ended their set by channeling Nirvana complete with hurling guitars and toppling drum kits.

Brand New weren’t the only ones paying homage from whence they came. Foos frontman and Nirvana drummer (as if he needs either of those intros, let alone any intro at all), Dave Grohl jumped behind the drums while regular Foos drummer Taylor Hawkins jumped behind the mic to sing, “Cold Day in the Sun.” The band closed out Day 2, gracing Asbury with a “short” set that ended uncharacteristically early. With a running time of two hours and ending at 9:30, the Foos ripped through their hits before they hopped a helicopter back to 30 Rock to play back-up for Mick Jagger on the SNL season finale. Although a very rock star move, not having three plus hours of Foo-time was a little disappointing.

The weekend provided a parade of noteworthy frontmen: Incubus’ Brandon Boyd was a wonder on the eyes and the ears, and Grohl, of course, defines charismatic. Sonny John Moore, aka Skrillex, was cool to watch and Brand New’s Lacey, All-American Rejects’ Tyson Ritter and Buckcherry’s Josh Todd were all stand-outs. Not to be left out, Jon Bon Jovi leaves nothing to the imagination as to how he got to where he is today as one of the most famous frontmen in the world.

Bon Jovi closed out the festival and, although JBJ said the band was a little rusty from not having played together in a year, the crowd didn’t seem to notice. Bon Jovi’s been around almost as long as I’ve been alive, and I’ve been a fan about as long. I’ve seen them many a time, and seeing them live never gets old. The genuine smiles on those four Jersey boys’ faces as they closed out a hometown show at a festival that returned home after a ten-year absence couldn’t have been a more apropos ending to a totally kick-ass weekend. Bon Jovi ‘s right: “Who says you can’t go home?”

Welcome (back) to Asbury Park, Bamboozle.

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