Doc Roc Presents
Portugal. the Man
423 N Main St.
Tulsa, OK, 74103
This event is all ages
Watch & Listen
Portugal. the Man
By now, the peripatetic trail etched out by Portugal. The Man is well documented. The band's nomadic path snakes down the Cascades, starting first in Wasilla, Alaska (yes, the very same city whose identity has been hijacked by a certain celebrity politician, one who we shall not mention again here), and then eventually settling in amongst the puddles and monochromatic haze of Portland, Oregon. There were Iditarod-racing parents, wooden cabins tucked deep in the woods, and the sort of upbringing that skews the very notion of convention. But let us end that chapter of Portugal. The Man's lore and move forward.
That is the Portugal. The Man of then, In The Mountain In The Cloud is the Portugal. The Man of now.
In The Mountain In The Cloud marks Portugal. The Man's sixth full-length in as many years also marks the band's debut for Atlantic Records. Carrying forth the momentum triggered by their unexpected rise in 2006, and their FM airwave success of "People Say" (from 2009′s The Satanic Satanist), In The Mountain In The Cloud continues the pattern of an album per calendar year, a feat made all the more staggering when you consider the band's fervent devotion to the open road, logging over 800 shows – performing everywhere from freight elevators to a mesmerizing set at Bonnaroo – since their inception. In The Mountain In The Cloud marks the first recording by the band to accurately harness their onstage energy; it's a recording that places Portugal. The Man's devout work ethic and singular vision on full display.
While the lineup of John Gourley, Zachary Scott Carothers, Jason Sechrist, and Ryan Neighbors are firmly dedicated to the rock and roll scripture – record, tour, repeat as necessary – Portugal. The Man still remain unsettled on the outskirts of any set genres. With untethered roots, the band offers an audible adaptability, one unlike anything offered by their peers, that allows their music to form over a gradual incubation process. Songs are birthed and then organically evolve over the course of the band's seemingly endless slate of tour dates, along with the sliver of downtime they allow themselves.
"That's one thing that we do on tour, we jam and it gives us a good feel for what we can do," says Gourley, who often pens Portugal. The Man's songs in a isolated setting; his parent's home in Willow, Alaska. "Even if I'm writing a song by myself, it's constantly written around what the band does and around the things that they like." He continues, "I've been really into trying to structure songs properly, it was something that I was really scared of doing in the beginning. I think it's just playing in a band, you come across chord progressions that you know you've heard a million times, so you end up getting into this really bad habit of making these really weird, obscure structures and being a little bit too obscure with melody."
That isn't an issue with the dynamic "Got It All (This Can't Be Living Now)" or the sprawling vision of "Sleep Forever," the ambitious closing number to In The Mountain In The Cloud. The texturally rich "Sleep Forever" softly builds around the tender refrain of Gourley as he makes a morbid confession ("As I finally meet my end I won't be scared, I won't defend the things I've done") before building to a fevered pitch and unfurling in a swirling mass of backing vocals. The spacious "You Carried Us (All You See)" and bouncy "Senseless" seamlessly expand on the foundation laid by the band's previous work, yet the coruscate radiation of the slinking "Head Is a Flame (Cool With It)," or the muted political overtones of opener "So American" (where Gourley explains, "There's a madness in us all"), offer a glimpse of a band naturally progressing in real time.
"We trust each other," explains Gourley. "They trust me when it comes to the editing of the song, and I trust them when it comes to just writing their parts. Nobody's trained in music, we just go and play the things that we play and basically just do what we do."
Arduously recorded over a nomadic stretch of 2010, In The Mountain In The Cloud was captured on tape in El Paso, New York, San Diego, Los Angeles, and finally Seattle. At the helm was producer John Hill (Santigold), along with co-production assistance courtesy of Gourley and the band's longtime collaborator Casey Bates. "It was a really intense recording process," says Gourley. Hill's experience and anomalous point of view meshed with the band's vision for the album.
"I really love that Santigold record," explains Gourley. "John really helped in the band be the band… he pushed us to do what we wanted." Following that, the album was placed in the loving hands of Andy Wallace (Nirvana, Jeff Buckley) for mixing.
Portugal. The Man's insatiable need to create extends far from the recorded product itself, as the band has a detailed hand in their painstakingly assembled artwork – courtesy of The Fantastic The, a collective teaming of Gourley and longtime art director Austin Sellers – unique stage backdrops, merchandise, and just about all other façades of an image that they lovingly control. But much like art, control can be relative, and in the past the band has happily offered the raw artwork files from The Satanic Satanist to fans; asking them to reinterpret and recreate the album's sprawling artistic vision, and thus continuing a long open dialogue between Portugal. The Man and their followers.
And of course there is the issue we can't ignore here, that of a band with a unique and hardwired DIY pedigree signing to Atlantic Records. While our punk rock muscle memory might be trained to react vehemently against bands that are seduced into putting ink to page on a major label contract, keep in mind that the Portugal. The Man and Atlantic Records relationship was the result of a long, mutually respectful courtship. While their new label has a well-documented history of famed recordings left in its wake, it was Atlantic's artist development that brought the band into the fold. As Gourley explained in a gushing open letter to the band's fiercely loyal flock, "We are people. We are people that happen to love music, we happen to live, eat, sleep, think and love within this bubble of music." He continues, "Don't expect to hear from our mouths things like paying our dues, or working towards this moment. No mention of eating poorly or sleeping on hardwood floors. That is what we do for music. We did not go through all that because we thought one day we would hit our payday, we did it because we love what we do. This will not change… It is who we are."
If you'd spent the last few years of your life wrapped up in an album like Star Of Love, you'd go looking for a little respite, too. Crystal Fighters' debut was the product of minds made manic by a deluge of fresh experience, both in the studio and on the road. It was inspired by an opera written by a man whose sanity disintegrated before he could finish it. It seemed to be influenced just as much by traditional Basque music from the 18th century as it was modern-day clubland, and contained residual traces of every genre, scene, style or party that had existed in-between.
But if album one was the sound of haywire electronic loops frantically kept spinning like plates on sticks, then album two is the story of Crystal Fighters mastering control of those rave repetitions, withdrawing from the chaos of the club to carve their music into the shape of songs.
To write the album, Crystal Fighters retreated to the Basque hills that they consider to be their spiritual home. Their music has always born traces of the local sound –traditional instruments like txalapartas and txistus vying in the mix with razor's edge guitars and percolating techno synths – but the purpose of this mission was different. Immersed in their creative cradle, they wanted to tap into something beyond their immediate experience, to uproot themselves from temporal bounds in order to write timeless songs.
These methods proved to be spectacularly successful – Crystal Fighters wrote Cave Rave in its entirety during this two-month spell. There followed a quick detour to Los Angeles to produce the tracks, but after this it was still the songs written in the Basque country that remained most audible – only now the melodies found there had been sharpened into hooks, songs exploded into towering anthems. This revelatory process also exposed the band to a new way of thinking: a realisation that even the cultures they considered traditional are comparatively new. The album draws deeper into universal, history-permeating themes of love, death, insanity and hope; using Basque culture as a stepping stone backward to the spiritual and primal.
The musical influences have widened too. Star Of Love was a manic, genre picking rush yet Cave Rave expands the sound palette even further. The beating hearts of Hispanic and African dance and Mexican electronic music 3bal now sit alongside folk and psychedelia, each artfully interpreted and united by the band's unconfined vision.
If Crystal Fighters have surrendered to the power of the song, they haven't run up the white flag in terms of energy. What's here is still an adrenal rush, and there is an awful lot here: the grandstanding of American road rock, the sweat of disco, the fervent initiative of punk, the house of Iberian twilights that anticipates everything coming very soon, all at once. What's changed is Crystal Fighters' ability to control those surges – and as such Cave Rave feels a considerably more thoughtful and contemplative album than its predecessor.
Nevertheless, it has at its heart the same tension that provides all great records their emotional traction. Sebastian Pringle, Gilbert Vierich, and Graham Dickson are the three core members of Crystal Fighters, around whom a larger cadre of vocalists and instrumentalists revolve. They're the kind of people whose brains seem to be bubbling pots, all intensely preoccupied with anthropology, time travel, spirituality and their place in the universe, even as they're attempting to create the kind of cohesive sonic pieces that really connect and move people. They seem passionate about creating music that can make people dance, but that is equally adept at finding its way beneath a listener's skin.
With Cave Rave, they Pringle, Vierich and Dickson have managed just that. The melodies, hooks and refrains of the album are so compelling it's almost as if Crystal Fighters had to devise them simply to navigate a way across the landscapes of their own avid genrelessness, to remain as masters of music that itself seems to be a disputed territory. Here you have a band hell-bent on locating their own musical heaven, a place beyond petty genre parameters, where all that remains, finally, is song, rhythm and sentiment, bursting in vivid colour from the dark of the silent Basque night.
Adv $20, DoS $22, Door $24, Mezz $35