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Q&A: Marriages

FLABmag: Obviously asking how you met and/or decided to collaborate together is not a feasible line of questioning (since we already know the answer), but I’d like to know: Why “Marriages” and why now?

D: Why not? We’d wanted to bring vocals in to Red Sparowes in a subtle way for a long time, but it just never seemed to work the way it should. I think this has been a way of keeping productive while being able to explore ideas and sounds that wouldn’t seem appropriate in Red Sparowes. Marriages originally began as a collaboration between Emma and Greg and then eventually they asked me to join in.

ERR: Marriages, why? Because we like you.

 

FLABmag: I know you guys were in the studio last summer working on a new Red Sparowes album, what became of that work? Was Marriages born out of those sessions?

D: Red Sparowes had been working on songs for a new album on and off for a while, but everyone’s schedules were really out of whack and it had been making it difficult to make a lot of progress. We have a good chunk of stuff written already, but decided to take a little break while everyone had a lot of personal life things to tend to — school, running businesses, weddings, etc. We plan to reconvene after taking a breather and see what more we can come up with at that time. Marriages is a way to explore other ideas as a separate entity.

ERR: Marriages was not born from any Red Sparowes ideas at all but from the working relationships Greg, Dave and I already had and a desire to explore ideas that might have been disruptive to the aesthetic of Red Sparowes.

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Emma Ruth Rundle

Podcast #13: Emma Ruth Rundle, The Nocturnes

Atypical California girl, Emma Ruth Rundle is the guitarist and singer of The Nocturnes, as well as a member of the instrumental art prog metal band, Red Sparowes. She recently sat down with me to discuss Aokigahara  – The Nocturnes’ latest studio effort. The interview took place the day after they played their first show at Pehrspace – an alternative art/music venue in the Silverlake neighborhood in East Los Angeles, California.

It was a searingly hot afternoon when we got together to discus the album. For no intelligible reason we both wore black ensembles. In contrast to the hipster honeys roaming the streets in poom poom shorts, slouchy t-shirts and wedge heels, it must have looked like we were about to attend a funeral. The absurdity of our attire within the context of sunny Silverlake made us laugh. But given the context of the interview, in which we dissected the meaning and intention behind Aokigahara – the namesake of which is a forest in Japan where people go to end their lives, it seemed apropo.

The album has been variously described as a “lullaby sung in a cathedral,” “gothic chamber music” and “sad core” – all of which is apt depending on your mood, and perhaps, cultural view and knowledge of various musical movements.  In my estimation the album can best be described as a musical tapestry traversing the emotional landscapes of death, grief, longing, inevitable transformation (for good or bad) and even has some psycho-sexual revenge fantasy thrown in for the ultimate release. It is at once visually provocative yet esoteric, ethereal but visceral. It is a perfect amalgam of the Gothic romance of Kate Bush’s The Sensual World, and the ragged emotion of Neil Young’s On the Beach, both of which deal with similar themes found on Aokigahara.

Interestingly, had it not already been taken, Funeral, would have been a suitable title as well. But unlike Arcade Fire’s Funeral, The Nocturne’s Aokigahara doesn’t readily offer the listener any emotional resolution, nor uplifting rock n roll homilies. Every song is a conflicting and wildly vacillating emotional response to the lifecycle.  Julian Rifkin’s vocals on Hello Neighbor and Craving are hauntingly angelic but pack an emotional punch not expected from such a lovely voice, while Rundle’s hint of violence on Love contradicts (and compliments) her airy vocal affect on the title track and London Town.

If you don’t require tidy emotions and enjoy plumbing the depths of death, love and life in general this is the perfect album for you. Download your copy: Here.

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Check out images from the kick off show at Pehrspace: FLABmag Flickr

All photos: Maria Colòn

 

Review: The Fear Is Excruciating, But Therein Lies The Answer

Left to right: Bryant Clifford Meyer – guitar,  pedal steel guitar Andy Arahood – guitar, electric piano, synthesizer, Emma Ruth Rundle – guitar, Greg Burns – bass guitar, David Clifford – drums, percussion

The press release for Red Sparowes’ forthcoming cd, The Fear is Excruciating, But Therein Lies the Answer, describes their sound as “Thunderheads storming across the prairie, outraged students taking to the streets, migratory herds stampeding along the tundra…” To this list of poetic images I’d like to add: sitting intently at ones computer trying desperately to complete a time-sensitive design project, concentrating really hard not to slit your wrists, and driving 81 miles per hour in a 20 miles per hour residential neighborhood. The fear of failure (or missed deadlines or a reckless speeding ticket) is excruciating indeed but these sorts of everyday banalities, which possess a monumentality of their own, dovetail nicely with the heroic soundscapes heard on this latest offering.

The album “began with the larger existential pondering of truth, faith, order, causality, and the innate demand for an understanding of the larger world around us.” That sounds like you’re about to get one hell of a homily but the disc is mercifully sparse of lyrics so the listener is forced to draw their own conclusions, which to my estimation is a generous gift as too many rock bands with monumental aspirations muddle the proceedings with obvious and tiresomely opaque lyrical metaphors, like anything…written by Cedric Bixler Zavala after 2005 or that dude from Bright Eyes. With this album you’re able to free-associate the sounds with whatever flitters to mind, or heart, for that matter.

And while the allusion to cinematic soundtracks is inevitable, and not altogether inaccurate for the entire soundscape here is intensely visceral, calling to mind all sorts of images, as with the heroic list noted from the press release above, the individual songs do evoke a distinct emotional narrative that you can interpret as you like. This is the hallmark of not only great music, but visual art as well. Why spoon-feed your audience? Art that allows for audience participation in the form of open interpretation stands the test of time. Unless, of course, it’s trendy instrumental music like that whole Nintendo-core thing which I think we can now relegate to the early 2000s or is it still going on?

At any rate, my point is that while I found the entire cd enjoyable to listen to while doing painstaking work on my computer, it was not merely background music nor the soundtrack to mindless meanderings at illegal speeds through residential neighborhoods. No, in fact, I found myself quite engaged shifting from one nostalgic reverie to another or specific scenes from films I love popped into mind. Particularly I thought A Hail of Bombs would have been an excellent backdrop for the final denouement in Pedro Almoldovar’s Matador when the murderous Maria and the weirdo Matador she is obsessed with finally meet to execute a suicide pack that ends with them fucking each other to death. Seriously that scene leapt to mind as well as a scene from Stan Brakage’s homage to lovemaking in which we see two dogs stuck together in excruciating howling pain. Sometimes it’s like that, and if it is, The Fear is Excruciating, But Therein Lies the Answer should be your soundtrack of choice.

Official Website: http://www.redsparowes.com/