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miércoles, noviembre 06, 2013

THE TRUE DANCE OF LIFE – An interview with MILK MUSIC (english)

  
Milk Music have been often compared to the cream of legendary label SST, probably more because of its urgent, non-regulated expressivity, than because of its sound, as far as that sound seems to have deeper roots (sucking sap from the Meat Puppets, but also wrapping the ghost of Neil Young, gently rocking the twilight lament of late Big Star) and branches of its own that grow with unusual electric lush. I tried to explain their impact over me in a RECENT REVIEW of its magnificent “Cruise your illusion”. Expansive, aching but defiant and celebratory at the same time, it was one of these glorious, unexpected records of pure Rock&Roll, opened like a vein from which initial blood, pure creative magma was flowing. Seems like they’ve already had to pay their toll for that sincerity and for that sacred childish drive. Alex Coxen tells us about it. ¿What comes after defeat? Euphoria, he says. And life itself, we guess. With its true dance of darkness and light.

(you folks can check the spanish versión of the interview HERE)
 
KAPUT- When writing about your work, critics often speak about Hüsker Dü or Dinosaur Jr. Having listened just to your last album, I can´t really see that. The bands that come to my mind are early Giant Sand and Meat Puppets… maybe also a bit of Neil Young and a bit of Johnny Thunders (in the voice in “Lacey’s secret”, particularly)… Did any of this artists play an important role in your evolution as musicians? Why and how?

MILK MUSIC- Yes. The meat puppets were true masters at blending the musical themes of punk and psychedelia in their work, along with a great sense of songwriting. All major themes we strive for in our work. and Neil Young is as close to a Jesus Christ figure in my life as anything I’ve found. Musical or otherwise. Almost beyond influence, yet he certainly guides us. I've never heard Giant Sand. 
 
K- Lyrically, one of your main matters seems to be freedom. There seems to be a feeling of spiritual hunger crossing all the album. Seems like the problem of freedom -how to get it and how to keep it and how to cope with the lack of it- is there all the time. Am I right?

M.M- You are right. 

K- “I’m not in the mirror/I’m not in the flat I rent/I’m just like the dog the wind sent/I’m on that road outside/The road outside is trough/The inside of you/So when they call you away/I hope you runaway…”. That one seems to deal with the dissolving of identity and the fact that the road to freedom is sometimes more inside than outside. Could you please tell me something about it?

M.M- Well, the real lyric is "when they call you by name, i hope you runaway". What more can I say? The great romantic Exit scene we all play in our minds. "My life's a mess, I need to split", the ‘where to’ is not important, probably doesn't exist.  Imagine the car you'll take, imagine what song is scoring this fantastic movie in your head. 

K- “Your face is an age, baby/eyes like a child/when you were young/I bet you were wild”. When you say “wild” it seems to me that it means “free”. Are you concerned about the possibility and the difficulties of keeping that “wild” feeling trough an entire life?

M.M- Wild means wild. Dancing the true dance of life. Light and dark, both sides of the blade, the angel and the serpent, locked in a trance dance. I'm getting to know this "wild" feeling more every day and I look forward to a long life of madness.

K- Do you think that the classical images of freedom still work, the ones used in Rock&Roll so often, open roads, etc… Should it be redefined somehow? Most of the open roads people take nowadays are either metaphorical or digital…

M.M- Open roads are representative of movement, change, the unknown, etc. Those are timeless human themes. Besides, only an artist's personality and choice of phrasing can determine how tired something sounds.   

K- How did you make your record this time? Alex said in an interview he is a perfectionist, but the record sounds so natural it seems like it’s been done in some state of grace, and fast…

M.M- Recording is mostly guess and check, guided and edited by our musical instincts.  

K- He also said: “There’s a big lack of sincerity in music now and we’re fighting that”. There is many people that consider music and rock&roll particularly, like a way of entertaining themselves and nothing more. They even refuse the possibility of that music trying to answer complex questions or dealing with serious matters. What do you think about that?

M.M- I think we have a little problem here. 

K- “The final scene” reminds me of late Big Star work. It conveys this feeling of defeat and despair mixed with classical music forms that were somehow meant to invoke a happier feeling . Was that contrast intentional?

M.M- I wouldn't say the contrast was intentional. Certainly the feelings of defeat and despair were. What you might call the "happier feeling" I call euphoria, a feeling which follows defeat. 

K- I love that sound, and the images are powerful, like entering the afterlife dressed in a white tuxedo. Zodiac signs and death, kind of spiritual, somehow, but fun also. Also in other songs you put up some images that seem somehow religious (“Dancing naked in a state of bliss/With a cobra in your fist”) or speak directly about that (“but I prefer the church that I’ve made mine”). Is death a main theme in your work? Do you believe there is an afterlife?

M.M- I’m not quite sure what I believe, honestly.  I believe negativity stems from fear, and that the root of fear in this world as we know it, so far, ends with death.  It's an ever present theme by default.  

K- How does your composing method works? What’s the importance of each member of the band in that process?

M.M- secret recipe

K- Can you live out of your music now? Here in Spain that’s almost impossible, even for really good bands.

M.M- No, we recently tried and failed. Im struggling to find any job right now. I feel like Milk Music has fucked us over. The amount of touring and compramising and, for lack of a better term, whoring you have to do as a pop group to survive today is far more than we as creative persons are willing to accept. Its a dark time. maybe it always has been for people like us and were just learning it. 

K-What can we expect from Milk Music live? Is it really different from the record?

M.M- Don’t expect too much since we have no plans for future live performances. As stated in the previous question, live performance got in the way of our full creative potential. Instead we've been experimenting with video and visual art to promote our records and we're all very tickled to follow in the Beatles footsteps. That being said, a classic Milk Music show could be a religious experience. In the early days, the emphasis was on high volume, and sonic blanketing. By our last  performances we were exploring the deepest depths of jamming. We were really riding the edges there for a beautiful moment. Tempos and arrangement thrown out the window to pursue the belief that if we all concentrated on our current emotion and each others, to the absolute fullest, then it would be impossible to play any wrong notes. This concept that nothing is good or bad musically.  It was quite a ride.  Stream of conscience guitar play, vocals, rythms. In the end I prefer recording. 

K- How would you define what you do in three words?

M.M- get back, jo-jo

miércoles, mayo 01, 2013

MILK MUSIC - "Cruise your illusion" (Fat Possum)



Que Fat Possum es un sello cojonudo lo sabíamos. Que del noroeste de los estados unidos ha salido bastante de la música más agreste, desprejuiciada, intensa y libre de los últimos 30 años, hablando de rock, también. Y que Olympia (Washington) es un foco clásico de material independiente es otra obviedad para los iniciados, aunque por supuesto, una persona normal no tiene porqué saber ninguna de estas cosas. Tampoco creo que ninguna persona normal lea este blog, por otro lado. Como sea, y siendo franco, no sabía que los Milk Music llevaban consigo todas estas credenciales cuando me agencié su disco. Me llamó la atención su portada feista y dibujada, le pregunte a mi dealer, él me dijo “cojonudo” y yo me lo llevé. ¡Acierto en la cabeza! Estuve toda la tarde escuchando el disco en loop, jodiendo bien a los vecinos y es una puta joya. Pura viscera expresiva, puro corazón volcado a cuatro pistas como sólo los maestros saben hacer. O a lo mejor estoy enamorado.
¿Y qué hacen los cachorros de Alex Coxen, la mente pensante del asunto? Pues hacen rock, en principio. Rock. Con lo cual debería ser tres veces más difícil sorprenderlo a uno. Y no es que sus maneras sean nuevas, y no es que sean los mejores instrumentistas del país, aunque las guitarras son de las que imponen: ganan, sencillamente, por la misma razón, digamos, salvas las distancias, que ha ganado siempre Neil Young, por la purísima emoción interior que saben transmitir sin producción ni hostias. Materia prima del corazón, derivas de la vida, exabruptos y éxtasis de existir, con toda su bronca a cuestas.

Me dijo alguien: “rollo Dinosaur Jr., Hüsker Dü y así”, y no lo niego del todo, porque algo de la ya lejana era de SST hay en todo el conjunto y porque cosas como el arranque de "Cruising With God" pudiese recordar lejanamente a los de Hart y Mould. Sin embargo me tiré un rato pensando donde estaban en realidad y concluí que se encontraban exactamente entre el rock arisco y expresionista de los Giant Sand de los dos primeros discos ("Ballad of a Thin line man" y "Valley of Rain") y los Meat Puppets del momento en que empezaron, lentamente a atemperarse (“New Lease on Love”, “No, Nothing, My Shelter” y “Dogchild”, al menos, validan, para mí, esta conexión). Menos marcianos que ambas bandas, ciertamente pero igual de intensos, igual de exquisitamente deshilachados, igual de aparentemente poco premeditados, igual de reales. Y sepan una cosa, “real” es un enorme piropo que escribo justo después de un paseo nocturno por Madrid, esta ciudad convertida en insufrible escaparate que se reparten a dentelladas gañanes futboleros y hipsters de pacotilla, y que por mi podrían arrasar a base de bombas nucleares en cuanto yo salga de ella la próxima vez.
Por último, es indudable que, sin excesos, el fantasma de Neil Young esta ahí (casi se podría preguntar ¿pero dónde no?) y que, en cierta dejadez decadente que va infectando el disco hacia el final, y sobre todo en el último número, la doliente “The Final Scene” se nota también el espectro de esa banda nunca del todo bien ponderada que fueron los Big Star circa “Sister Lovers”.

Si son fans de esas bandas y de esas épocas, no lo duden ni un segundo. Si no tienen ni idea de quienes son pero les gusta el Rock&Roll americano sentido, encabritado, con una cierta raíz punk pero con capacidad para el soterrado pop agridulce, comandado por las guitarras y en el cual la expresividad esta (muy) por encima del pulimento externo, tampoco lo duden.

¿Son importantes las letras, le preguntan a Coxen en una entrevista. “Sí”, responde, “extremadamente (…) Hay una gran falta de sinceridad en la música ahora y nosotros luchamos contra eso”. Con dos huevos.

Y aunque probablemente este disco no les cambie la vida entera, sino sólo la tarde o un par de semanas, óiganlo a volumen generoso, se lo ruego, hasta que el tejado salte por los aires, como se merecen los poquísimos seres restantes nacidos en libertad.// LUIS BOULLOSA