Saturday, June 19, 2010

Coming Soon - "Home from the Blues" (2008)

Coming Soon, one of France's most exciting indie folk/pop bands, hails from the culturally and geographically isolated town of Annecy. Imagine a great new band bursting out of Michigan's Upper Peninsula: you'd certainly expect, thanks to the interwebs, the band to be fully attuned to any number of current musical sub-genres; you might also predict a certain free-wheeling mixing and matching of influences and ideas that expose the remoteness of the musicians' origins—like a rare Galapagos finch developing more colorful tail feathers during the course of its evolution in an isolated environment.

The tail feathers of Coming Soon have got some serious color. Now based in Paris, the young band (whose members now range in age from a tender 17 to an able-to-drive-the-tour-bus 28) was inspired by the previous decade's American anti-folk scene and its stylistic antecedents. Originally a trio, the core members adopted vibrant nicknames (Leo Bear Creek, Ben Lupus, and Billy Jet Pilot) and began writing songs, recruiting friends into Coming Soon as the band developed. By the time their debut cd, “New Grids” was finished, the band had expanded to seven members, each with his or her own nickname and persona.

Like many debut albums recorded quickly (5 days!), “New Grids” is jam-packed with great ideas. Not all of them are fully realized, but the band's enthusiasm and joy in experimenting more than compensate. From the space-age 12-bar blues opener "Memento Mori" (in which the band members helpfully count down the bars during the chord changes) to the rousing, gather-your-friends album closer "What You've Left Behind," "New Grids" wears its twee/shambolic influences proudly. The album respectfully conjures Jonathan Richman, Calvin Johnson's Beat Happening, Half Japanese, Pavement (whose "Crooked Rain"-era fuzzy guitar tone is borrowed throughout), and the Shop Assistants with a smart mixture of hero-worship and springboard.

The dizzy indie spin of "Home from the Blues" is the kind of song that Beck, another sonic touchpoint for Coming Soon, would have put his other foot in the grave to have written: ("This morning I felt Hamlet baking up a pie / for my mother's new wedding, oh man she is wild"). The song, about gulping in the fresh air of freedom, bounces from image to scattershot image behind a lurching drum beat; the guitar sounds like the Basement Tapes if the only amp Dylan had owned was a 15-watt Peavey. By the time the chorus resolves into its clincher "I'm home from the blues, wait till I'm loose," Coming Soon have successfully created an entire world—as far from Annecy as from any other place on earth.

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Saturday, June 5, 2010

France Gall - "Mes premières vraies vacances" (1964)

French pop music’s extraordinary contribution to the Swingin’ Sixties, yé-yé extracted the conflicted sexual bravado of the earliest rock and roll girl groups (think a tamer Shangri-La’s or a wilder Ronettes) and infused the music with Paris youth culture’s headlong rush toward freedom (individual and collective) and maturity (same). A complicated, often contradictory musical narrative, yé-yé was nonetheless progressive in that it rejected previous French musical traditions, its iconic figures were women, and it widened the global definition of what made for exhilarating rock and roll.

Named for the ecstatic shouts of “yeah!” by rapt audience members (similar to the way British journalists often referenced the “Yeah Yeah Yeah” chorus of “She Loves You” in their headlines to convey the fervor Beatlemania inspired), yé-yé enjoyed its earliest success in a radio show segment called “Sweetheart of the Week.” DJ Daniel Philippacci spun a new track by a young, female singer; French record buyers did the rest. Most of the records featured on “Sweetheart” sailed straight to Number One on the sales charts. As the movement grew, the most popular yé-yé singers (Sylvie Vartan, Françoise Hardy, Sheila—no last name necessary, thank you—and France Gall) became bona fide celebrities, expanding their hegemony into acting, fashion, and—significantly—greater creative autonomy for their music careers. Ultimately, the genre’s superstars transcended yé-yé, becoming enduring icons in the French pop cultural landscape.

Filling the “kid sister” role among yé-yé singers with her sweet voice and innocent eyes, France Gall was 16 years old when her first single set fire to French radio in 1963. Her early career was navigated by her father, Robert Gall, a lyricist who’d sniffed out pop music’s shifting demographics at the dawn of the 1960’s. A producer friend of Robert’s suggested that France sing a new composition by songwriter Serge Gainsbourg, whose own career at that time was sputtering into early retirement. Released as Gall’s second single, Gainsbourg’s “N'écoute pas les idoles” became a huge hit, cementing France Gall’s popularity and single-handedly reviving Gainsbourg’s flattening professional prospects.

For better or for worse, the success of “Idoles” also bound Gall to Gainsbourg’s material. Almost 20 years her senior, the infamously louche Gainsbourg provided Gall with material that relied on salacious sexual double-entendres (often, allegedly, without the teenaged Gall’s knowledge). Gainsbourg’s “Poupée de cire poupée de son” won Gall the prestigious Eurovision Song Content in 1965, but the songwriter's glib cynicism slunk around in lyrics that obliged Gall to question whether she should be singing about love when she knew nothing about boys.

Even more notorious was Gainsbourg’s “Les sucettes,” which the teen thought was simply about a girl who loved to suck on lollipops. The scandal that blossomed in the wake of the song’s release knocked Gall’s career temporarily off course. Perhaps not surprisingly, the scandal had the opposite effect on Gainsbourg’s popularity: launched into the stratosphere, Gainsbourg settled permanently into his dirty-old-man persona, scored his own hit single with his classic “Je t'aime... moi non plus” with Jane Birkin, and never looked back. Gall, meanwhile, refused to work with Gainsbourg again and thereafter began to exercise greater control in choosing her material. At one point, she traveled to Germany to work with a young Giorgio Moroder, almost a decade before his own star-making turn as the svengali behind Donna Summer’s disco career.

Gall’s career never quite recovered. In part, the 60’s were coming to a close and the yé-yé movement had peaked. Similar to the freeze-out felt by the squeaky-clean Beach Boys as they found themselves labeled increasingly irrelevant by their fellow musicians in the bourgeoning counterculture, France Gall and the other yé-yé singers—who had kicked off the decade as an invigorating break from sedate 50’s pop music—came to be viewed as unfashionable by France’s ascendant prog-rock bands.

France Gall’s musical legacy endures. One of the most tender of Gall’s songs, 1964’s “Mes premières vraies vacances” (“My first real vacation”), captures the youthful idealism that radiated out of Gall’s best work. Written by Jacques Jean Marie Datin and Maurice Vidalin, the song describes a young girl daydreaming about an upcoming vacation—the first without her parents. She longs to walk barefoot, and imagines a boy she’d like to meet: if he wants to take her on a boat ride, or buy her stuff, that’s ok. But if he “asks too much… not ok.” Just because she’s a yé-yé girl doesn’t mean she can’t say no.

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