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SXSW Review: Of Monsters and Men, Ed Sheeran [Cedar Street Courtyard, March 16, 2012]

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Austin, TX – If you have ever read anything from our SXSW rants you would certainly know about Cedar Street Courtyard. It’s apparently where we go to get lessons in melodramatic, hyperbolic writing. Forget about the fact that the venue is between two brick walls and staged on a plot of land the size of some Toronto backyards. Also try to ignore the intense and at times combative security, the contrast between us (read: the “tremendously arrogant“) on a balcony and you (read: the “woefully unfortunate”) jostling for space in the trenches or perhaps in the long cue outside. (My dear boy, if I could convince someone to spend $1500 on me and get away from work for a week without retribution from my boss, I would be a tremendously poor candidate for your laissez faire usage of the word “arrogant” – as it is, I’m just tremendously poor). Along with that-dive-bar-which-should-remain-unknown, this has been our SXSW backyard since I first climbed up the sound guy’s trolley 4 years ago.

Of Monsters and Men

Of Monsters and Men, Cedar Street Courtyard Filter Showdown

Filter’s line-ups have always been favorites among PM writers and photographers (read: me, Ricky, Derek and Paul) at Southby. But these guys/gals from Reykjavik really absorbed something from the place; maybe the sun? If someone blended Iceland with Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, they’d get something lesser than this 6 piece bundle of red bull. Apparently, they joked with Derek that they are starting from SPF 50 and working their way up. One look at the photos and you’ll see that the audience agreed – the vocals playfully asked for sunglasses during the set.

Of Monsters and Men, Cedar Street Courtyard Filter Showdown

At the risk of sounding dismissive, Of Monster and Men are a bit more folky and melancholy than Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. Their demo song Little Talks does sound like the latter group in composition – quiet verses, riotous chorus inter-mixed with “HEY” shouts on a catchy melody. Thankfully, that wasn’t the bottom of the trick-bag. They made very good use of their vocals – both have bright, distinct sounds that are betrayed by appearances. I admit being surprised when they opened . Being 6 persons, accordions and trumpets were also interspersed, and added to the . Besides the demo song, I’d also recommend King and Lionheart, as well as Six Weeks, which I believe was the swan song on this occasion. Judging from this set, if their tour path coincides with your geographical location, it would be a shame if you missed them.

Of Monsters and Men, Cedar Street Courtyard Filter Showdown


Ed Sheeran
This is what we thought Ed Sheeran sounded like from our brief survey before the show. A 21-year old who sings slightly twisted, modern, forlorn love songs that cater to teenagers. Easy. Ricky went elsewhere, me and Derek stayed upstairs on the balcony, initially, gawking like idiots.

Ed Sheeran, Cedar Street Courtyard Filter Showdown

And this is what he actually sounds like. Beatbox, overlays and hip-hop? Is that an Irish or a Jamaican accent in that rap? Well, we were massively impressed. So was the crowd – he was able to work up the entire courtyard. It was a short set, however, last less than 30 min. Ed Sheeran literally repeated that linked performance on youtube, live, plus orange mic. It feels a LOT longer than the 5 minutes clocked on youtube. Besides being impressed, however, I think I had an additional condition: I was confused. If I was thrice older and the adjective “massive” describes internal bleeding, I would… be dead? Get black poop for 3 straight days? Look like I had an episode of domestic elder-abuse? I don’t know – just like how I’m now confused when asked to blur the difference between hip-hop and Idol-type sugary love songs into one person. What’s my verdict? By all means check him out! Don’t be like us un-suspecting, naive, disconnected curmudgeons. Should you have teenage daughters, please take care not to stand between them and his concerts – you might end up like the wall in those cat-treats commercials.

Ed Sheeran, Cedar Street Courtyard Filter Showdown

SXSW Review: Alice Russell and the Quantic, March 16

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With a smoky voice and a bluesy disposition, Alice Russell is the latest voice from England poised to take over the charts stateside. Positioned as the older, seen it all version of Duffy/Adele, Alice Russell played a stellar set at the Parish with a great backing band that included the Quantic, a famous musician based out of Columbia.

While Alice Russell doesn’t necessarily bring anything completely original to the bluesy loungey singer template, she’s got a powerful voice and a cheery demeanor. As we now know via the singing reality shows, a great voice can go a long way. Tracks like “I’ll keep a light in my window” sounded great as Alice put her massive for all to see . The backing band was also pretty good, and featured some talented musicians in the violin and horns. Seems like all backing bands for soul singers always wear dress shirts/vests/newsboy caps. Why is that? They also seem to like each other more than rock bands. Maybe they are just calmer individuals.

Alice Russell might not bring anything new in this soul singer timeless genre, she’s got a great voice and has a good vibe. Sometimes that’s all you need.

SXSW Review: Typhoon, March 17, Swan Dive

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I get the impression that if bands like Neutral Milk Hotel and Arcade Fire never existed, Typhoon frontman Kyle Morton would still be doing his thing, quite possibly as an earnest solo folkie type without the explicit influence of those bands.  But the aforementioned bands did happen and seem to have had an influence on the musical output of Morton and Co.  The signifiers are all there: horns, strings, gang vocals, a large number of bandmates – many of the things that made those bands so memorable and well loved seem to be evident in Typhoon as well.

I had spent much of my Saturday night wandering around trying to find something that would catch my interest and possibly make my night (all while doing my best to avoid the drunks on Sixth Street).  While I did see some good stuff otherwise, it would appear that the Portland-based indie folk orchestra would be that band.  They’ve got a lot of charm, some good melodies, enough members that their drummer had to set up on the floor of Swan Dive (Morton quipped that the drums were in the way of him executing a stage dive), and a bona fide crowd pleaser in their song “The Honest Truth.” Not too shabby.

SXSW Review: Ben Howard, Daughter, Michael Kiwanuka [St. David’s, March 16, 2012]

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Austin, TX – Nestled between the adrenaline-crazed beast that is 6th street and the increasingly popular Central Presbyterian Church, St. David’s Episcopal Church feels like an oasis for the sedentary and sane-minded. On this night at least, it was indeed the much more muted second cousin to the Presbyterian, where legions came out for Fiona Apple. In contrast, I had to inquire about the venue even after I got to St. David’s because the typical trail of shoe-gazing concert-goers were nowhere to be seen. I was initially apprehensive – surely the multitudes cannot have missed a good show, and so by extrapolation I have made a mistake. It wasn’t until 10 minutes later that I found out what was going on: 300 ppl were shepherded quietly in the hall, listening intently to harmonies from the Staves. The performers all stood on the same level as the pulpit, before a statue of the Virgin and Child. Lighting was spartan but effective. Not long after I sat down, Ben Howard came on stage to set up.

Ben Howard

Ben Howard, St. David's Historic Sanctuary

Singer/song-writers don’t blend well with a bar. We learned that years ago with Ed Harcourt. It was necessary for this night’s success that I be among a quiet crowd. It worked well for Audra Mae, and it worked this night. The atmosphere in St. David’s was respectful but by no means quiet. Ben Howard humbly introduced himself and set the course directly to Promise, probably the most muted track on his album Every Kingdom. Working with a skeleton crew consists of just a cello/vocal and percussion, Howard was effective in the immersive emotional experience. You can almost breath in the anticipation, burning ever slightly brighter than the candle-lit altar. Hearing the words “I lost faith in the Lord” in a church hall was arguably interesting and Ben himself expressed a minute dose of reservation. By the time he strummed out the transtions in his guitar during Old Pine perhaps 4 songs into the performance, I could hear many people around me singing in the pews. But then again, I almost did too. I never expected a full reproduction of the studio version of any particular on the album, but Old Pine was one that strayed the furtherest – a sign that he was ever so comfortable with the setting to take some risks, although it’s not for me to judge how many of these deviations were reharsed. He does look to possess much more depth than his 23 years. While his album Every Kingdom came out September last year in the UK, it is only hitting this side of the Atlantic in April 2012. At the end of the set, Howard invited all the other artists of the night to join him on-stage for a John Martyn sing-along. I wouldn’t draw comparison between the two as others have, however. Martyn’s voice and style is, IMO, so much more care-free than Howard’s, reaching almost a jazz-like state by the later years. This is by no means a criticism towards Ben Howard. He is a clear talent as clearly demonstrated by songs like the Fear and Diamonds, and possesses a good grasp of his audience and his own presence.

Ben Howard, St. David's Historic Sanctuary


Daughter, St. David's Historic Sanctuary

Of course, not everyone injects a clear dose of confidence into their performance. Outwardly, Elena Tonra, one third of Daughter, resides on the diagonal opposite of that spectrum. It does, however, take some comedic wherewithall to dead-pan the line “this next song is about death” right after a bashful “thank you” in front of a congregation of 300 and then continue as silently as the new moon gave way to the full. They apparently first formed in London after Tonra got tired of the singer/songwriter mould. Her voice navigates the unconventional ballads as effortlessly in concert as she was on the EP, even if it was a little less refined sometimes. Serpentine melodies such as those in Landfill and Candles resonanted well in those hallow halls, eerily similar to Sunday morning sermons emanating from the pulpit. Except they speak of much more interesting stories and probably carry fewer moral lessons. The guitar was a little different, as well, at one point using a cello bow to play his notes (I think it was for the song Switzerland?), gererating a different sound that seems to have its own harmonics embedded. If I have any musical talents I’d let you know why… Regardless of how it works, they were well-received by the audience. It is funny, however, the number of singers who caught my attention at SXSW over the years with songs about death. Maybe they were all trying to tell me something.

Michael Kiwanuka

Michael Kiwanuka, St. David's Historic Sanctuary

I had never heard of Kiwanuka before this point – I was actually about to leave after Daughter’s set. But a friendly reminder from the woman sitting right beside convinced me otherwise. I can see how some of the comparisons online are accurate. His voice is soft and uncomplicated, happily lacking the frivolous ribbons that singers from American/British Idols carries. Ricky had the same feeling back in January. But I think he’s still looking to that one song that can cement his to the annals of folk/soul fairytale. Home Again and I’m Getting Ready are both very solid starts, to be sure. They are at once modern, and yet both had brushes with the old-time charm. Home Again, especially, sounds much more folk-like in concert with minimal accompaniment compare to its brother on the album. I am certain the next album will bring some changes that will break the unnecessary contrasts with the older generation. Overall, this was a very simple night series of concerts that showcased spectacular talents.