With a new album waiting in the wings, Detroit indie-pop princes and princesses Pas/Cal have unveiled yet another track from I Was Raised On Matthew, Mark, Luke, and Laura. “Glorious Ballad Of The Ignored” serves as a friendly reminder of the July 22nd release on Le Grande Magistery!
The folks at Stereogum had the chance to catch up with frontman Casimer Pascal about the newly released track. Responding to questions about being a nerd and the tune’s fantastic fake-out intro, Caz grants us a peek into his introspective style. Check out exactly what he had to say here, and while you’re at it, don’t be afraid to listen to the new track below.
When I was 9, I took some pretty miserable piano lessons. They didn’t last long, partly because I couldn’t pay attention to anything for a full hour back then (let alone “Mary Had a Little Lamb”), and partly because I was scared shitless of my teacher. She was 70 years old, smelled like tartar sauce, and I swear the skin on her hands was almost clear. Like, spooky vein sushi. Bear in mind, though, this is a 15-year-old memory of Mrs. I Can Tell You Didn’t Practice Like I Told You To, so I can’t vouch completely for the accuracy. But I’d prefer to blame my early-exit on her spindly fingers, rather than, say, me wanting to play Duck Hunt every Tuesday and Thursday after school. Either way, I didn’t stick with it, didn’t pick much up, and, to this day, can only play “Chopsticks” and the Adams Family theme song on the keys. For shame. But when I fire up the Tube and see thingslikethis, I realize it’s no big deal. I was already way past my prime. Washed up at 9. A never-was. A total loser.
Meanwhile, at 3 Years Old, Romanian pop sensation Cleopatra Stratan is the youngest tot to ever chart. Anywhere. In the world. Stratan’s dad is a musician, whose fingers probably don’t look like spooky vein sushi, and don’t scare her away from lessons. So her debut album, La Varsta De 3 Ani (At The Age Of Three), a surprisingly mature collection of auto-tune-adoring kiddie pop, birthed an international smash in the form of “Ghita,” a track about — I think — Stratan’s confusing ex boyfriend [reminder: she’s 3 Years Old]. The charm of the song is captured best by its video, which features an adorable Stratan lugging around a massive Suitcase For Grown Ups through city streets, and waiting on a train that never seems to come. You remember Jordy, the French baby who sang “Dur dur d’être bébé” (“It’s Tough to Be a Baby”)? Yeah, he was 4 and a half when that song broke. Geeeeeeezer!
Then there’s the middle schooler resting under the wing of B’more club maestro DJ Rod Lee. The 14-year-old DJ Lil Jay follows in an illustrius Lil queue of underage whipersnappers — Romeo, Bow Wow, et. al. But Jay is a different monster all together, eschewing the pregnant ego of mainstream hip hop for grooves dusted in Charm City dirt. About his album Operation Playtime, Seattle Weekly rightly rattles: “jackhammer beats, Eamon homages, dusty breaks, block politics, and synth-horn stabs played in the key of dance your ass off.” Saucy language to describe a kid’s record. But, uh, not one with a song called “F*** That,” right?
And what about every indie rocker’s favorite set of sororal 90’s babies? Smoosh — known to Mom and Dad as Asya and Chloe — have been writing keyboard and drum-led pop music since they were 6 and 8, respectively. Here’s the skinny: the fam was in line at a music shop, waiting to re-string a violin, when the girls wandered into the drum section and made friends with Death Cab For Cutie‘s kitman Jason McGerr. He offered to help out, and they did what any self-respecting 6/8 year olds would do. “Uh, sorry mister, death what for who?” But they stuck with McGerr and, as a result, have churned out some quality stuff — namely 2006’s Free to Stay — over the past 8 years. Nowadays, they’re practically dinosaurs — one of them can drive(!). A car(!). But, man, when they were in their prime…
So, the moral of the story? Strike while the iron is hot, people. You’ve got — max — eight years to make an impact. So get your kids in lessons. Ignore them if they complain about the tartar sauce smell. It’s for their own good.
There’s a band called J Roddy Walston & The Business. They’re just about the best band I’ve ever seen. Look at them, going bonkers at SXSW. (Thanks for the photo, Brendan.)
J Roddy runs the show, writes catchy songs, plays piano, jumps over piano. The Business is an all-star team, shredders. Together, they’re Baltimore, MD’s own version of The Faces. They play catchy anthemic DUDE ROCK that reminds me of Andrew WK and NRBQ. When Craig Finn says “bar bands,” I think “J Roddy Walston & The Business.”
Here’s the best part: If you’re in NYC this weekend, you can watch these hairy gents go apesh*t FOR FREE on Sunday, June 29. They’re opening for The (mighty) Hold Steady at JellyNYC’s first Pool Party of the 2008 season (2pm, McCarren Park Pool in Williamsburg, Brooklyn).
Musically speaking (as if that really matters, I mean c’mon — naked people?) it’s pretty catchy, and you’ll want to sing and rap along with David and Dizzee, respectively. Of course, the FCC would cringe at this one if it wasn’t for the best part of the clip, those handy dandy censor bars. Keep a look out for how the video uses them to form everything from smiley faces to the best 80s invention not called the Rubix Cube: that’s right, a game of PONG! Incredible, huh?
Everyone’s favorite all-girl, all-key indie pop troupe Au Revoir Simone will grace the stage tonight (albeit for a DJ set) at Just Art ’08 , a combo art show and general shindig hosted by the New York Civil Liberties Union Young Professionals at the PowerHouse Arena in DUMBO, Brooklyn. Proceeds will help the NYCLU, you know, continue to defend and promote the fundamental principles embodied in the Bill of Rights, the U.S Constitution and the New York Constitution, including freedom of expression and religion, and the rights to privacy, equality and due process of the law.
Good cause. Good band. What more could you ask for? Details after the jump.