Tommy Brull Foundation and SparkyMusic present SHINE A LIGHT MUSIC SERIES
Kurt Vile and the Violators
49 N. Village Ave.
Rockville Centre, NY, 11570
Doors 7:00 PM / Show 8:00 PM (event ends at 11:59 PM)
Kurt Vile and the Violators
Having been the subject and willing conspirator of many intentional lies planted in Sonic Youth bios over the years, I know first hand the way album lore can bend reality to its truth. After the infamous Byron Coley originated the SY "Trilogy" myth in the Murray Street bio, we had no choice but to fulfill those expectations with Sonic Nurse. "Why did you decide to make a trilogy?" was always the first question asked in interviews around that time.
But this is Kurt Vile's bio, and I wont do that to him. Anyway, Kurt does his own myth making; a boy/man with an old soul voice in the age of digital everything becoming something else, which is why this focused, brilliantly clear and seemingly candid record is a breath of fresh air. Recorded and mixed in a number of locations, including Los Angeles and Joshua Tree, b'lieve i'm goin down… is a handshake across the country, east to west coast, thru the dustbowl history ("valley of ashes") of woody honest strait forward talk guthrie, and a cali canyon dead still nite floating in a nearly waterless landscape. The record is all air, weightless, bodyless, but grounded in convincing authenticity, in the best version of singer songwriter upcycling. In Kurt's words, "I wanted to get back into the habit of writing a sad song on my couch, with nobody waiting on me. I really wanted it to sound like it's on my couch — not in a lo-fi way, just more unguarded and vulnerable."
For a record that plays like a cohesive acoustic experience, its musicality marks Kurt's departure from an electric guitar experience to include a range of instrumentation with a large group of players. From the banjo he plays on "I'm an Outlaw" to the piano and lapsteel on "Life Like This," and the myriad other instruments on other songs, including farfisa, resonator, arps, horns and synth, one never thinks about what exactly yr listening to as it all serves the song. The heart of the record is "Stand Inside." The music is quiet and the melody, like a hymn, folds in on itself, and embraces full strength in a sexy, floating forcelessness that slowly gathers into a wave that doesn't go where you think it will or rather gives in to itself and celebrates a man willing to be defined by a woman and his love for her as witness to each other's lives… Don't stand by my side, stand inside gives up roleplaying for true exposure and vulnerability.
It's a weird, accepting, mature record, acknowledging the inherent immaturity of being a person whether father, husband, partner, adult, musician, not perfect, but compelling for its understanding … that's life though so sad to say… I love this record,
b'lieve i'm goin down.
Julie Byrne doesn't sing her ice-crusted songs so much as murmur them beneath her breath. And "finger-picking," while accurate, feels far too percussive a word for her guitar playing; it's more like she brushes the strings with her fingertips, like wisps of hair obscuring her vision. Live clips show Byrne performing to reverent groups of three or four in cafes, where she barely rises above the sound of milk steamers and muffled coughing. Her album, Rooms With Walls & Windows, feels like a secret she's keeping from you, even when it is safely in your headphones.
- Jayson Greene / Pitchfork