Batman Winks: All Babies Sleeping

All Babies Sleeping

CD, self-released, 2015

If you spend a lot of time in the Tokyo indie scene, you’ll maybe have noticed that the limited range of stuff I cover here falls loosely into two categories. On the one hand, you have “Chuo Line bands”, who loosely trend more punk, more experimental, a more male audience, more likely to play in places like Koenji and Shinjuku, and more in a tradition that goes back to the 70s psychedelic and rock underground. On the other, we have “Setagaya bands”, who generally lean more indie, more pop, more international, a more female audience, more likely to play in places like Shimo-Kitazawa and Shibuya, and more in a tradition that includes 90s Shibuya-kei and neo-acoustic. These two worlds often overlap musically, but the fans and associated culture less so.

By the above definition, Batman Winks are roughly in the category of Setagaya bands. While strictly speaking the project of one guy, the live band draws on members who play or have played in melodic indiepop bands like DYGL and Groves, they collaborate with indietronic mellow disco princess Aya from Gloomy, and tend to play in a circle of bands, venues and events that marks them as decidedly Setagaya-type.

This may seem like pointless fussing over labels, but it matters. If Batman Winks were a Chuo Line band, the most striking point about them would be how pop they are, with an easy way with a melody and a pop hook running through the album in a way that would mark them out as a strange and rare fish in that more experimental and abrasive context. And the tunes on All Babies Sleeping are consistently top-drawer, from the frantic, bouncy, high pitched Smurfsong of Littlefag, through the murky, drowned melody of Celebration and Blind But the Brightest Light, to the soaring “ra-ra-ra-ra”s of the magnificent closing Strange Love.Blind But the Brightest Light

But in the context of their own background, the most striking thing about Batman Winks, and what marks them out from their particular crowd is how wild and experimental they are. The album opens with Intro, all chirping electronic wibbles and chirps, and droning, fuzz-soaked krautrock, like a condensed version of Yo La Tengo’s Spec Bebop, and the band constantly undermines and taunts its carefully constructed pop melodies with willfully out-of-tune vocals, sarcastic, Zappa-esque backing vocals, buzzsaw guitars that dive in from leftfield, and indecipherable distortion.

All of this is delivered with a mixture of shambling, lo-fi amateurishness and raw, swaggering confidence. On Strange Love, Batman Winks share with DYGL (Batman Winks’ song Nobody To Get Into My Car may very well be a self-pitying riposte to DYGL’s Let’s Get Into My Car) a yobbishly exuberant vocal delivery that stands in stark contrast to both the sissy mumbling that still characterises most Japanese indiepop and the tormented atonal yelling that prevails in the punk/alternative (Chuo Line) scene. In fact, what it reminds me of more than anything is the insistent, insurgent insouciance of The Stranglers’ 1979 hit Duchess in its combination of classic pop craftsmanship and punkish couldn’t-give-a-fuckery.

One of the most common touchstones for people describing Batman Winks is typically Ariel Pink, and there’s definitely something there. There’s also something of the anti-pop of 13/Think Tank-era Blur, but most importantly there’s absolutely nothing like it happening in Japan right now, and whatever you say, there is no doubt that Batman Winks are happening.

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Paying the Piper — Art, value, and why musicians don’t get paid

I was originally planning to write about this for one of my Japan Times columns, but as I thought about it more, I realised it was really a personal issue related to my own rather parochial experiences and concerns in the Tokyo indie scene, and not the sort of thing I should be bothering my editor with. It also struck me as the sort of idea that I could end up rambling about for pages on end without reaching a satisfactory conclusion, and a selfish fear gripped me that the sort of tightened and simplified version I’d need to present for a column wouldn’t allow me the space to take the reader on the convoluted journey through my thought process that I vainly hope might protect me from some of the criticism I’m opening myself up for.

And this is a fraught issue, because it’s about money.

An increasingly common complaint that arises from all around the music world is one of musicians being asked to play for free or “for the exposure”. Musicians are doing work, the argument goes, and we wouldn’t treat any other worker in this way – we wouldn’t ask a chef to cook us a free meal “for the exposure”, we wouldn’t ask a doctor to operate on us as publicity for his surgical services.

Or would we? I’m from the UK, and I absolutely would expect a doctor to operate on me for free, because the UK has a system where medical care is free at the point of delivery and funded behind the scenes through the tax system. In fact, to a certain extent a system somewhat like that exists for musicians across Europe, with government funding supporting the arts to a greater or lesser degree across the continent.

It’s a system that brings with it a host of its own problems for musicians of course, because unlike surgeons, outcomes for musicians are not so easy to measure, which leads to musicians crafting their art to ensure it ticks the necessary boxes to receive the funding. “Why should I have to suck up to these ignorant pen pushers? What do they know about the value of my work?”

Outside of the arts funding model, the standard measurement of musical “outcomes” is sales – either of tickets or music or whatever – but this doesn’t necessarily chime with the musician’s demand to be compensated fairly for their work either, because it leaves the assessment of their value entirely up to what the market decides it is. An excess of supply (lots of people making music) and finite demand (not that many people willing to give up an evening to watching it) leads inexorably to a situation where musicians are playing for free.

This isn’t limited to the music world. Across the creative spectrum, people are now expected to work for free. If you enjoy what you do, the argument seems to go, you shouldn’t also demand to be paid for it. Now this is a bit of an odd argument. What has your enjoyment of the work got to do with how much time, effort or skill it takes to do? And what kind of economy would we be living in anyway if the only work people were allowed to make a living from was stuff they hated?

Of course that’s not really the argument: it’s a post-rationalised moral explanation for something that’s just mundane market forces. Enjoyable work leads to an excess of supply in the labour market and therefore its market-assigned value drops.

This can be exploitative, and without a doubt there are clubs, bars, promoters, labels etc. who use the fact they can get away with not paying people as a means to make money. It’s not only that though. In a world where mainstream music across the board is all unmitigated garbage and the industry itself is sick to the core with creativity kryptonite, the willingness of creative people to work for free or next to nothing is the only way anything good gets made.

In Tokyo, you find yourself in a position where people are paying you for playing gigs and you instantly put yourself out of the range of the organisers and suchlike who are doing the most interesting stuff. It usually means you’re playing in that muddy nowhere realm of gigs at places like Shibuya O-Nest, with beige coloured, dazzlingly technical but musically dreary Rockin’ On-style bands with ticket prices hovering around the ¥3,000-¥4,000 zone.

I work as a writer and I face the same situation. If you can find the work, you can make good money as a writer by doing advertising and corporate copywriting. You can make a bit of money here and there in the media, writing about a topic that broadly interests you like music, although the kinds of places that will pay you are mostly looking for what basically amounts to PR for major label or major-wannabe acts. Or you can write about stuff that interests you, or do stuff that you find creatively rewarding, and get paid jack shit. There is no connection between the time, effort and skill you put in and the compensation you receive at the end of it.

So what writers tend to do is they accept their work occurs on multiple scales: stuff you do for money, stuff you do for exposure or to maintain your profile (and occasionally a bit of money), and stuff you do for creative satisfaction (usually for no money). It’s not easy, and there are certainly plenty of eager idiots out there willing to do corporate PR for free (hello there to pretty much all J-pop blogs), but it’s a balance that’s just about possible with the right amount of perseverance and luck.

Musicians are in a similar position: if you want to get paid, your best chance is to suck up your pride and start making stuff to other people’s specs, and even then it’s a lottery whether you’ll get anywhere.

I’m reluctant to romanticise the situation, but the truth is that, in Tokyo at least, whenever anything good happens, there’s a whole network of people – not just musicians – making fuck all out of it. The organiser might cover the cost of making flyers and get a bit of loose change to give to bands or subsidise part of the post-gig drinking party with, but basically they’re working for free; the DJs and bands might get a tiny bit of money if they’re lucky, but basically they’re working for free (Tokyo’s live scene is mostly pay-to-play, but the good events almost never are); the artist who made the flyer and poster did that for free; the people who wrote about the bands on blogs or music web sites mostly did it for free (you can get paid as a music journalist in Japan, but again, not for writing about anything good); the people who took the photos and made the videos probably did it for free; the people who went around distributing flyers probably did it for free.

“So what, am I just supposed to bow my head and be grateful, and say thanks for giving me the opportunity to work for nothing? Is that what you’re saying?”

No, although as someone who does all of the above tasks at one time or another, it’s always nice to get a nod of appreciation from the artists I work my nuts off trying to get people to listen to. What I’m trying to lay out here is that the problem is much more fundamental than any simple confrontation between musicians and organisers/bookers really addresses. There isn’t much money around the place, and even a crowded gig in Tokyo is often operating on a pretty narrow financial margin, with bands touring from out of town getting priority on any cash that comes in. Certainly some organisers and especially venues exploit the fact they can get away with paying bands nothing, but often the organisers and the bands are in the same boat: enthusiastic hobbyists who lose rather than gain money from their work, and who rely on people working for free to ensure they are able to make something that they love happen.

Let’s look at two scenarios here. The first is the one we’ve already discussed: A band plays to a decent sized crowd, the venue brings in a solid amount of money off the bar, but the band walks away with nothing. The band complains to the organizer, but the organizer can’t help because they only just made back the cost of renting the venue in the first place and the venue keeps all the money from the bar. Complain to the venue and maybe they’re being dicks, but maybe they’re just doing what they need to stay afloat given the rental costs, payments to local mobsters and various other overheads in a town where audiences don’t flock out to shows every night and where they often have to make it through many a slow night on the bar to get to the occasional good one like this that brings in a solid crowd. Who now? Complain to the building owner? Can’t pay the rent, get out and I’m sure a sex club or pachinko place will be able to pay the market value, and probably bring in a better class of clientele too. Was the band unfairly treated there? Certainly it’s unfair in that they didn’t get paid for work they did, but then they’re doing something they love.

Here’s the second scenario: An organizer wants a certain band and invites them to play an event. That band is widely agreed on as being very good by people in the music scene, and they are in a lot of demand by organisers. The band says they can play, but they want a guarantee of a certain amount of money. Now while this band are popular among event organisers, they don’t bring very big audiences, so the organiser here has to balance their artistic value against their financial value and decide whether to take a hit on the money side in return for the satisfaction of having done the best event they possibly could. The organiser can argue that the band don’t understand their own market value by setting a financial demand disproportionate to the audience they bring, or the band can argue that hey, the value is decided by the willingness of organisers to book them, so if you can’t pay, just don’t. Is the organiser being treated unfairly here? Certainly it’s unfair that they are paying out for something that won’t return a value commensurate with that outlay, but then they’re doing something they love.

In both instances, the real problem is that people are trying to bring to light art within a commercial mechanism that has only the crudest means of measuring value.

To some people, the answer is simple: Be better at working the levers of that commercial machine – musicians reading inspirational biographies of entrepreneurs and implementing five-step business plans that they got from a book somewhere, organisers shifting their role from something akin to an arts curator to something more like a retailer. Both these moves might bring benefits, and navigating a path is certainly possible, but let’s not mistake them for anything other than what they are: They’re artistic compromises, and compromises of this nature are never simple.

There’s always an attraction of falling back on the market for answers, because its rules seem simple. There’s also an attraction in the way adherence to the market reflects a sort of tough, hard-nosed, no-nonsense image back at oneself – in fact if you find yourself thinking like that, basking in the glow of your own tough-mindedness, you ought to take a moment to catch yourself, because you’re probably in the middle of saying something facile and idiotic. In any case, the market is not the artist’s friend here, and no matter how loudly you insist on your value, you’re up against a system that doesn’t have the best interests of anyone except those at the very top at heart. The market can explain, but it can’t justify.

So the difficult question, as always: What can be done?

Well, bands can just refuse to play for free and see how they do with that. My guess is in most cases not very well. Bands in Japan will most likely have to spend a long time playing for free or even doing pay-to-play gigs in order to build up the connections and get well enough known that they’re getting enough gig offers to be able to start putting the squeeze on organisers.

And even then, unless they’re super-popular with audiences as well, they’re just pushing an additional share of the burden onto the organiser, who’s already getting squeezed by the venue from the other side. Musicians can self-righteously declare at this point that this is none of their concern, and sure, go ahead and pat yourself on the back for being so tough, hard-nosed and no-nonsense, but you’re still being a dick.

More ideally would be a situation where a rising tide raises all boats. This would require cooperation and compromise, and would be fraught with contradictions (art is inherently unequal in that it lays itself open to judgment – a process that would have no value if it were equal). It would mean creating a sort of parallel economy incorporating the means of delivery (venues, labels), of dissemination (media, promotion) and content (bands, artists) and then ensuring the benefits are fairly and transparently distributed. Much of this infrastructure already exists, but not in an integrated way.

Integrating it, however, brings its own problems, since there is often tension or even opposition between the roles of these elements. Curatorial roles like the media, labels and organisers pick and choose which artists to promote, so asking musicians to support a system that inevitably excludes a large number of them is going to meet resistance and leaves open the danger that you’re just recreating a smaller-scale version of the same industry system that has already excluded all of us.

But then as long as money is the driving factor, you’re already implicitly buying into some form of capitalist economic model for art, and the inequalities and power dynamics of that are always going to be recreated along recognisable patterns. You can try to keep access to the infrastructure as open as possible, but you need the filter provided by the various curators to get an audience, which inevitably ensures only a select few artists get to be in the club. You can let people set up their own “clubs” but the more those proliferate, the more the system fragments, the more the audience dissipates and the smaller the pie gets for everyone.

Now don’t get me wrong: I’m not a pessimist, and I do think the situation can be improved for musicians and other participants in the music scene. Even just being aware of these potential pitfalls can help make things better.

  • If everyone just asks themselves, “Am I screwing someone else over here?” and avoids self-serving justifications along the faux-hard-nosed lines I’ve bitched about above, there’s a chance that even if there’s not more money, at least there’s a bit more fairness and understanding within the scene.
  • If we all recognise that the scene in Tokyo is still at the stage where it has to get over pay-to-play before it can consider “play-for-pay”.
  • If we can accept the financial reality that there’s a certain threshold that any musical endeavour has to reach before it produces profit for anyone.
  • If we accept that there are multiple people, not just ourselves, involved in reaching and exceeding that threshold.
  • If the curatorial side can get its act together and start integrating its efforts in a more coherent, accessible way.
  • If the creative side can make the compromises in terms of quality of equipment they’re prepared to use, their own promotional efforts, and either appreciate that whether they like it or not, by seeking to put their art in the public arena they are subject to the judgments and whims of others (or to adopt more of the roles of curators themselves, which many bands already do).

If all these things happen, maybe then we’ll start to see a meaningful alternative growing (again, there are people who do these things in a scattered sort of way and it basically works).

To return to my own personal experience, I realise that in my discussion I’m being rather selfish and self-justifying too. As a label owner and event organiser, I do better than I used to, but nearly all the money flows upwards, to the venues and CD presses, and the whole thing would collapse into financial ruin if I didn’t rely on the good will of people invested in simply being part of something good for its own sake. Part of my problem here is also a very personal fear of money, and in particular a fear of how money can poison the relationships I’ve forged. When I find one of my own events lurching into profit, the money feels ugly and awkward in my hands, and I usually can’t wait to get rid of it (I nearly always bring bands from outside Tokyo to play my shows, and they usually get most of the money, while anything left goes on subsidising a post-gig party – and I realise this is partly a way of dodging the responsibility of money).

As a DJ and someone who occasionally plays in bands, I’m always happy when I get paid for a show, but I try not to expect it: again, the good will that drives much of what I find beautiful in the music scene in Tokyo is poisoned by financial expectations and demands. There are people out there who will screw you over, and that’s an environment that fosters a me, me, me attitude among participants. That’s an environment and mindset I’ve never wanted part of, and I try to avoid those kinds of people and venues.

I also realise, however, that as a part of the broader picture, the scenario of this little artistic niche is not a model for how the music industry as a whole should operate. I don’t run a business, but lots of people do or aspire to, and they shouldn’t be able to cannibalise the values and methods of an essentially cooperative subculture for their own gain. And the borders between art and business aren’t so clear that it’s easy to separate them and say, “Well, this doesn’t apply to me.” Even those of us operating on the fringes – protected from difficult decisions by our own unprofitability – need to be aware of how money interacts with and influences the shape of the scene as a whole. And to return to my earlier point once more, if money is going to be made, the only fair way is as a tide that lifts all boats.

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Strange Boutique (January 2015) – Music and Advertising

My Japan Times column for January used the media kerfuffle about Southern All Stars and their dangerous left-wing opinions that war is bad and peace is good and other such related Communism to make a point that was really about music in advertising. Here it is: read it now.

First, to go back to Southern All Stars, we have to understand the context a bit. They were performing a hometown show for fans, so could perhaps have expected their anti-war, anti-government declarations to reach a sympathetic audience, or at least one that has generally bought into their thing enough that they aren’t shocked and outraged by it. However, the performance was broadcast on NHK’s year-end Kohaku Uta Gassen music extravaganza, so it actually reached a far wider audience: the dreaded “general public” and all the horrors that entails. One of those horrors is the potential loss of revenue from advertising endorsements and selling their music for commercial purposes.

My column talks about the need to make a separation between what you do for yourself (and of course the fans who have bought into your thing) and what you do for broader consumption. The musicians I spoke to both to some degree have to separate their personal music from their commercial commissions. Annie The Clumsy can’t sing about her uterus in a commercial for Pocky, and Seb Roberts won’t get very far making anarchist post-hardcore for production libraries – obviously.

In Southern All Stars’ case, that separation is more difficult because they themselves, not just their music, are the vehicle for advertisers. As Roberts pointed out when I was milking him for quotes prior to the article:

“It would do musicians well to remember Ellen Willis’ truism that an artist’s fundamental creation is their own persona. Southern All Stars screwed up by expressing an opinion which fell outside the purview of that persona they’d crafted for themselves.”

The song Southern All Stars performed was a song called Peace & Hi-lite, which on the surface of it is a reference to cigarettes, but which is generally understood as having a left-leaning, anti-war message. Now I do a fair amount of work in the advertising industry myself, and a Japanese colleague of mine remarked to me that he’d been completely unaware of the subtext of that song until people in the media started talking about it recently. The video makes it more explicit, but it’s presented in a lighthearted enough way, with no specific criticisms of the Japanese government. The point here is that there is a line somewhere and Southern All Stars needed to soften the meaning to some degree in order for the song to function in the mainstream; and then when performing to their core fanbase they can make their point more specifically and vocally – unless there are NHK cameras there.

For the average, non-celebrity, working musician, maintaining that separation is easier for now, and can even be useful in some ways. Another musician I spoke to described the process of writing music for commercials as being “like a puzzle” and quite interesting work, while Annie The Clumsy can find the discipline helpful in overcoming writer’s block in her own work. These are both views that resonate with me in the way I balance my personal and commercial writing (and stuff like journalism, which falls awkwardly between the two). A key issue is the degree to which it bothers you to be pouring your creative energies into something that is at best frivolous and at worst outright evil. As my wife (another advertising professional) once put it, “Am I making the world a better place, even slightly, with what I’m doing?” Or as Roberts put it when I spoke to him:

“It’s easy to pull off on a technical level, but it’s genuinely corrosive spiritually. I question the integrity of any musician who would say otherwise,” although as he later added, “It’s only a problem for avant-gardiste contrarians like myself.”

But for how much longer can even this separation be maintained? Advertising is rapidly becoming the only way anyone can make a living from music, and more importantly the primary way music is delivered to people. How long before this advertising-led idea of what music is becomes the unquestioned standard? Or are we already there and left-wing relics like me just haven’t noticed.

The late 90s is an interesting time to look at here. In the UK it was around the time of Britpop, but in America I think a parallel shift was going on over roughly the same period – it’s tempting to take the death of Kurt Cobain as the turning point, but that’s really just a convenient marker for a tectonic shift being driven by far more powerful forces. The Soviet Union was gone and capitalism was the only game in town, and the idea of “selling out” seemed to just die out as a concept. “Why do you hate success?” “Hey, if it works for him, who are we to knock it?”

Meanwhile, music journalism increasingly took its cues from the nonsensical but hypnotically detailed analyses of banal, mainstream pop in American Psycho, delighting in applying the same level of profundity to the latest Britney Spears album that ten years previously it had reserved for the self-consciously serious likes of Echo & The Bunnymen. The growing importance of page views (advertising again) as the Web took over from paper led to the music press’ unlikeable but at least principled form of snobbery giving way to simply “what’s popular = what’s valuable”, all the while wrapping its surrender to consumerism in the self-righteous flag of anti-elitism.

That question of “what’s valuable” is the core question we have to answer. I think if you ask most people now, they’ll say it’s simple: “Does it make me feel good?” or words to that effect. I’m not sure that’s really enough though. Context is not a myth, as the comedian Stewart Lee is fond of saying, and while we might debate the relevance of the context of a song’s creation (once it leaves the artist’s hands, I tend to think they lose control of its meaning to a large degree), the context of its delivery has a very big impact. When Stewart Lee talks about his experience of hearing Steve Earle singing Galway Girl at a music festival, late at night, and then having that experience shattered by hearing the same song in an advert, he’s not just being a snob: he hits on a crucial point. When John Lennon’s Revolution was licensed to a sneaker commercial in the early 80s, people were outraged for a reason, and the remaining Beatles carefully guard the rights to commercial exploitation of their music for good reason. Flying Saucer Attack sabotaged their own career in the early 90s by refusing to allow their music to appear on CD because they felt the context was wrong. Were they idiots? Maybe, but they knew something about the subtle and not-so-subtle ways our understanding of music changes depending on the circumstances under which we hear it and they felt this particular difference was an important one.

“If more people get to hear it, that can only be a good thing, right?”

I don’t know. Can it? Value again: does a greater quantity of listeners in a particular context have greater value than a smaller number in a different qualitative context? Can value be transferred between the two contexts? What is music’s value under these circumstances?

I don’t have a definitive answer to these questions. In my own case, I often get emails from people in advertising agencies or companies that license music, looking to get hookups with the Japanese music scene, and I’m generally willing to help them if I can – I don’t want to impose my own abstract qualms about the “corrosive” effect of advertising on music on musicians without giving them the choice of making their own judgments in the matter. At the same time, I know that what these advertising people in New York, Hong Kong, London and wherever aren’t interested in the kind of music I know and love anyway. As I say, I do a lot of work in advertising and I know what kind of music advertisers are looking for most of the time; they’re interested in hooking into and promoting – and promoting their clients through – stuff that I most likely think is awful and have no particular interest in. If they spent any time listening to the music I write about on here, they’d probably realize that themselves too.

Again though, I don’t have a definitive answer, even to my own satisfaction. Annie The Clumsy is a musician I like a lot and she seems to get on fine making music for herself and for commercial clients, while at the other end of the spectrum, the fact so many musicians I like simply can’t make any money from their work is probably a big reason why they have the freedom to throw caution to the wind and make the kind of stuff I like to begin with.

The truth is that this is just one part of a broader set of issues relating to the concept of value in music and the question of power in art. It’s something I’ll likely keep coming back to as other topics I write about touch on different facets of this discussion. There is no simple answer because there’s no simple question to begin with, but you may rely on me to continue hammering away at it futilely with the limited tools at my disposal.

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group A: Initiation – mixed by Tom Furse (The Horrors)

Whatever you think about The Horrors’ own music (and some people really hate it, or at least pretend to to make a point), you’ve got to admit they have impeccable taste in the music they like. Group A exist at a rawer, more avant-garde location in roughly the same postpunk/kraut/industrial taste spectrum that The Horrors seem to occupy, so despite the obvious differences in how the two groups sound, the sensibility that they share ensures that shifting things a little bit one way or another maintains a sort of thematic consistency.

Group A’s original Initiation is a stark, metallic, minimal Throbbing Gristle pastiche, but in this remix, Tom Furse of The Horrors softens that somewhat, making the vocals clearer and adding a bouncy, if still menacing, synth bass. To say that this remix is poppier than the original says more about Group A’s own version than it does about Furse’s take on the track, which is thicker but still functions as a relentless early 80s-style synth-EBM drone. With her voice emerging from the back of the cavern of reverb that it had previously occupied, Tommi is here present as a sort of sneering cockney punk. The overall function is to bring the song up closer to the listener, more insistent than insidious, but also with an obvious understanding of and respect for what the original was trying to achieve.

The track will be available to download for free for a few more days and there’s apparently more to come, so keep an eye out.

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DYGL: All The Time

If there’s a better way to start a new year in Japanese music than with a new song from Tokyo’s best indiepop band, it’s probably not completely legal. For those of us who remain upstanding, law-abiding citizens and members of the public, DYGL have just put out All The Time. It’s another step in the band’s evolution from jangly twee pop pretty boys into a garage rocking, denim- and leather-clad Japanese Strokes, like they’re trying to do a condensed tribute to Lawrence Hayward’s career at ten-times speed.

It’s also cheering evidence of the developing quality of DYGL’s recordings, really capturing the electric energy of their live performances while remaining just on the right side of Pollardian lo-fi. It’s the sort of music that if it hits you when you’re still in your teens, it’ll stay with you for life: the soundtrack to nights jumping around in a circle with your mates as all the confusion of the world seems to burn away in the heat of the strangled but euphoric moment. In fact, even if you catch it late, it’ll remind you of all the songs from your youth that had that exact effect on you anyway so the result will be more or less the same. In any case, All The Time is a welcome reinforcement of DYGL’s status as one of the purest, most jubilant pleasures in the Tokyo music scene.

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Top 20 releases of 2014: Afterword

As I said before posting this series, there’s also a lot of stuff that I didn’t hear, and this brings me to a couple of the other English language album rundowns there are out there. Firstly, m’colleague Patrick St. Michel over at Make Believe Melodies has his own top twenty which you can read here (20-11), here (10-6) and here (5-1). Secondly, Toyokazu Mori and Satoru Matsuura have compiled a top fifty over on Beehype. Both lists are well worth a look in their own right, but taken together (and in conjunction with my own forthcoming list) they show up some phenomena I find interesting.

Firstly, what I find most striking is how little crossover there is between the three, and I think that reveals something not just about the various writers’ personal tastes but also about the situation Japanese indie music finds itself in generally. Put simply, there’s no broad national conversation about music in the indie scene that provides everyone, even dedicated nerds like us, with a common frame of reference. This isn’t necessarily a problem, and if there were such a thing, I’d probably reject it with a dismissive flick of the wrist and a barely concealed sneer (something I’m going to about other things do later in this post, so watch out for that). It does underline the difficulty that exists, even within the indie world, in finding out just what’s going on.Mitsume: Sasayaki

First then, let’s look at where crossovers do exist. Both MBM and Beehype include the Mitsume album in their lists, who are a band I largely agree are a good choice. My list shares with Beehype the Crunch and Luminous Orange albums, and with MBM it shares the Jesse Ruins album. Beehype also includes the Homecomings album, which snuck in at the end of the year and I suspect was a contender for both mine and Patrick’s lists. By and large, these are all albums that combine a pop sensibility (and in many cases a specifically J-pop sensibility) with something a bit darker and/or dirtier. That general area seems to me like a fairly safe meeting place where pretty much any writers focusing on specifically Japanese alternative music could agree.

The differences are also important though. I’ve been through everything on both the MBM and Beehype lists and while the sheer, deadening tweeness of some artists made me want to stab myself in the ears with kitchen knives, I found myself mostly nodding with agreement that while they might not be exactly my bag, it was generally pretty good stuff in its own terms. So why the difference and what does each list represent?

Well, with Patrick’s list, I don’t think he will be too upset if I suggest that generally speaking he tends to discover music online, and that to a certain degree what the MBM top twenty represents is a web-skewed vision of the Japanese music scene. The Yuki, Especia and E-Girls selections, not to mention the kinda-sorta idol pop of Seiko Oomori at No.1 show he’s perhaps the only one of us still really giving J-pop a chance – and all of them are worthy selections, even (I reluctantly admit) the E-girls one. Patrick’s choices also demonstrate a crossover with some of the wispy, lo-fi indietronica and washed-out synthy stuff that’s currently or recently popular overseas (hot tip: if you ever wat to get disgracefully drunk while reading Make Believe Melodies, do a shot of tequila every time you see the words “dreamy” or “woozy”). So what MBM’s 2014 roundup provides is a sort of web-optimised entry to Japanese music that hooks into sounds that might be familiar to people coming from the international blog music scene, and remains somewhat in touch with the fringes of mainstream J-pop.mus.hiba: Magical Fizzy Drink

Of the writers at Beehype, Toyokazu Mori is a friend of mine and I think I can guess several of the choices that he will have agitated most strongly for, but looking at the list as a whole, I think it is perhaps broadly the most in-tune with what the “average” Japanese indie music listener is like right now – essentially nice music by sensitive young people (this list by a group of self-proclaimed Japanese music nerds backs this up, duplicating many of Mori and Matsuura’s choices). The only even remotely punk track on the list is Kelly Muff at No.50, and even that is a particularly J-poppified kind of garage punk not a billion miles from stuff like Superfly. Suspicious as I am of the sort of media talk you often get in Japan of “herbivore youth” and suchlike, spend some time with the music on Beehype’s top fifty and the sheer, soft-edged, un-confrontational, sexless fragility and homeliness of it all suggests that those commentators are at least part right. Inoffensive though most choices are, none of it’s not really mainstream pop though, with a lot of creatively and intricately developed, offbeat arrangements and approaches. While MBM looks at J-pop straight on, the Japanese writers at Beehype are obviously enamoured with more subtly rooted Japanese pop traditions, with the influence of Happy End and Eiichi Ohtaki forming a strong thread linking much of the songwriting, emphasised most strongly by the way they push so much contemporary city pop. The inclusion of Quruli, Shintaro Sakamoto and Sunny Day Service I think reflects a similar mindset, and the preponderance of professionally made music videos on their list suggests that insofar as a consensus view of “what Japanese indie people like” can be established, I think Mori and Matsuura are in that general zone.My Letter: America

So to analyse my own choices in this context, I think the most obvious one is that there’s far more punk-related music, and close behind that is that my choices are far less popular generally (which you can see pretty clearly from the numbers of hits and comments on the YouTube and Soundcloud links). One reason for that is just that I’m a horrible person and consequently I like horrible sounding music. Another is that I spend a lot of time at live venues and therefore my affections for bands is often first formed by seeing bands live – I rate the 2014 Macmanaman live album higher than their 2013 studio album, and all things considered, I probably prefer The Mornings’ more live-orientated debut album to their more sophisticated, studio follow-up (although it’s still excellent). Essentially what you get from me is a filter ideologically orientated more towards this more aggressive, 1970s/80s, punk/new wave-influenced vision of rock and pop music. I think it still closely aligns with a Japanese musical tradition, but it’s the underground tradition of Les Rallizes Dénudés and Friction rather than Happy End.Panicsmile: The Song About Black Towers (live)

Like I said, there are meeting points (for a start Shintaro Sakamoto’s underground cred is beyond question) and if we were to zoom out further, I think there would be more visible crossover but they also reveal three broad types of indie scene that can be loosely divided by the medium of delivery: internationally-minded fans who hear and make music on their laptops; sensitive “artisan-musicians” who represent something like the core young Japanese indie kid and who get written about in the Japanese music press; and the live house-orientated successors to the old-school underground scene.

Now I think that in some ways the trend is more towards some degree of convergence of these crowds, as the various media and delivery mechanisms converge, but that’s a discussion for another time. Anyway, that’s enough navel gazing over 2014: we’re balls-deep in 2015 now and already awash in noise, desperate to be documented. There are already several contenders for next year’s list, so I’ll be on them soon. Thanks for bearing with me.

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Top 20 Releases of 2014: No.1 – Otori – I Wanna Be Your Noise

I Wanna Be Your Noise

CD, Gyuune Cassette, 2014

A few years ago I wrote a column for The Japan Times on the way technology and changing channels of distribution and development for bands were influencing the music they made. I focussed firstly on the way bands were able to grow through online channels, with the example of Jesse Ruins who became very hip very quickly after their song Dream Analysis was picked up by overseas music blogs and how becoming a live band had become a secondary challenge for them. I then looked at bands working through the traditional live circuit, who were first and foremost live acts, picking up fans one by one and building a reputation by word of mouth. As an example of that second route, I chose Otori.

It’s been a source of tremendous satisfaction to me personally this year to see both those bands still in the game, still developing, and producing such top notch albums.

And this long-awaited, long- belated debut album is the culmination of all those years of plugging away. It’s a powerful, tightly wound series of explosions, with not a moment wasted, not a beat, bass pulse, dot or dash of morse code guitar, or squall of earsplitting feedback and distortion out of place. It’s a ferocious, homicidal discord disco: it’s no wave with the dirt and grime of 70s New York replaced with the gleaming, clean surfaces of contemporary Tokyo but all the violence, anger and despair still there, bottled up, concentrated and looking to lash out – at something at least, but at what it doesn’t even know itself.

Hankaishaku can be translated as “anti-interpretation” and one of the things bands hate more than anything is people trying to interpret their work. And yet the very problem of communication, interpretation and connection is something that runs through every song on I Wanna Be Your Noise. Suru Communication is a grinding, mantric expression of the failure of communication itself; in Gakushu and Atarisawaritai the language we use to understand and describe becomes the noise that makes understanding impossible. Meta and Kaitai/Saikochiku scream in isolated confusion and introspection, while the repeated distinction the closing Hanten makes of, “I want to love you / Don’t want to be in love,” suggests a mindset that feels comfortable only in a state of movement and action rather than a state of being. Xxx shuns communication to the degree that it has neither a title nor lyric. What relationships and interactions are, as far as this album is concerned, is noise, both sonic and psychic. It’s an album that openly proclaims that it’s about nothing, but it says it so loud, so often, and with such intensity that that becomes its message.

In this sense, I Wanna Be Your Noise is the twin of Otori’s cosmic opposites Jesse Ruins, whose 2014 album Heartless was itself concerned with isolation, alienation and the limits of communication. Where the fundamentally wired Jesse Ruins explored these problems through the filter of the Web, the brutally physical Otori scream them in your face through raw, electric body pulses of noise.

And that’s another of the most heartening things about the 2014 musical cohort: just how many really good albums there were that were actually either by design or inspiration actually about something. Otori may not have been working to a conscious concept but there was nonetheless a coherent theme of the limits of communication expressed by their album; Jesse Ruins looked at human relationships through the filter of communication technology; Panicsmile expressed a broad theme of how we look at the world through personal reflection; while The Mornings worked through a more abstract, artistic concept in how they approached their art.

The big challenge for Otori now is going to be how they follow this album up. The eight songs on I Wanna Be Your Noise have been five years in coming together, and they have been honed to perfection over that time. Regular faces in the Tokyo alternative scene are so familiar with these songs that they feel as part of the environment as the dog-eared posters clinging to the walls of Higashi-Koenji 20000V or the old backstage passes that wallpaper the dressing room of Shinjuku Motion. There are still places they can take this music where it will be new and fresh, but sooner or later, they’re going to have to start the cycle all over again, and that’s where we’ll see their true mettle.

For now though, I Wanna Be Your Noise is a thrilling, perfectly pitched, devastatingly intense, adrenaline rush that’s both consistent in its quality and coherent as an artistic statement, so Otori deserve to be able to rest on their laurels for a while.

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