Max Goldberg

New foragers

Jack Carneal's Yaala Yaala Records pipelines the sounds of Mali
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Jack Carneal is trying to locate a Malian musician to secure the release of a much-cycled bootleg on his microlabel, Yaala Yaala Records. Fueled by exuberance and somewhat chastened by controversy, Carneal is worrying over Yaala Yaala No. 4 more than he did the first three releases: a dubbed set of howling electric kamelen music by Pekos and Yoro Diallo; a popular bootleg recording of griot Daouda Dembele; and an audio collage of Carneal's minidisc field recordings from his yearlong stay in Bougouni, Mali. Yaala Yaala No. Read more »

Valet

Brave drones, bell chimes, distant drums, and Naked Acid
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PREVIEW I admit I was a little skeptical on first receiving Valet's Naked Acid (Kranky) in the mail. I was burned out on Terry Riley–inspired meditation music even before seeing the garishly New Age "vibe painting" gracing the sleeve. It took a couple of weeks for me to get around to actually listening to the thing, and I'm glad I waited: the album begins with bell chimes, distant drums, and a what sounds like a thumb-piano loop, but what follows is hardly Tubular Bells, part two. Read more »

No exit

Two new books rummage through the rubble of No Wave New York
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LIT An interviewee in Grant Gee's excellent 2007 documentary Joy Division posits that the gloomy Manchester band inverted punk's initial "Fuck you!" to convey a more atmospheric and ultimately unsettling sentiment of "I'm fucked." If so, the contemporaneous No Wave bands from New York City melted down those two approaches to one primal howl. Read more »

Slamdance elegance

"Louder, Faster" punk performances splatter PFA's screen
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"Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?" Rock critic Simon Reynolds opens his recent survey Rip It Up and Start Again: Postpunk 1978-1984 (Penguin, 432 pages, $16) with that famous piece of invective, courtesy of Johnny Rotten from the stage of San Francisco's Winterland. Rotten sneered those words during a Sex Pistols show. Tellingly, they arrived at the end of an American tour that contained both a zeitgeist and its own annihilation — or so it seems from Lech Kowalski's documentary D.O.A. Read more »

Weekend warrior

M83'S Saturdays=Youth is a synth-laden paen to Molly Ringwald's '80s
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Phil Spector may or may not have been the first to use layers of overdubs to convey the widescreen-aspect ratio of teenage emotion. Nonetheless, he certainly carved a niche. Adolescent euphoria be thy name: Brian Wilson, "Baba O'Riley," Bradford Cox, and now Anthony Gonzalez on his new M83 album, Saturdays=Youth (Mute).

"I have such good memories of my teenage years," Gonzalez confesses over the phone from his native Antibes, France. Saturdays=Youth wraps wasted youth in nostalgia for 1980s pop, and it's a dangerously fun tonic. Read more »

Follow that "Balloon"

Hou Hsiao-Hsien sails past a French classic toward the sublime
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After years of Tarantino twists and shot-for-shot shams, homage has gotten a bad name. Let's call Flight of the Red Balloon something else: a transportation device in which Paris, Albert Lamorisse's beloved 1956 slice of magical realism The Red Balloon, and a patchwork family float in and out of Hou Hsiao-hsien's inscriptive view. At 61, the former Taiwanese new wave pacesetter is on a travel kick. Read more »

CC Riders

Scott MacDonald traces Canyon Cinema's decades-long zigzag
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LIT When filmmaker Bruce Baillie founded Canyon Cinema in the early 1960s, it was a backyard bohemia to show artisanal films and drink wine with neighbors. But it quickly took root as a cooperative serving the needs of a movement of underground filmmakers. Read more »

SFIFF: Critic's choice

In praise of J. Hoberman and In the City of Sylvia
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SFIFF J. Hoberman — trenchant weekly critic, book author, programmer, teacher — is celebrating his 30th year at the Village Voice, an unheard-of stretch for a film writer. Read more »

Mothers of invention

Brooklyn savant-rockers Dirty Projectors blaze a path less traveled
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In spite of music culture's constant craving for new waves and next-big-things, there are always those bands that do not hew to any marketable bubble, the ones that skew the trends and equations of rock chronologies with their sui generis melds. Read more »

Bigger than life

In praise of the overabundant films of Frank Tashlin
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How would you define an improbable Tilt-A-Whirl Technicolor or Vistavision or Cinemascope view of American virtue and vice? Jean-Luc Godard's term for it was Tashlinesque. Watching the feverish films in the Pacific Film Archive's short Frank Tashlin retrospective, we see an artist pushing the outermost limits of cinematic realism, gorging 1950s America on its desire for bigger, better, and faster.

The Tashlinesque land of excess encompasses Jayne Mansfield's breasts, Kool Aid-red convertibles, and bubblegum teenagers. Read more »