Album:
Stratford 4 � The Revolt Against Tired Noises
Label: JetSet Records
Net:
www.stratford4.com
The fond memory of times past is not necessarily a bad thing
to linger on. Sometimes, to move forward, one has to examine the past and the
positive qualities it had to offer to boldly move into the future. By harking
back to a sound made popular more than a decade ago, San Francisco natives
Stratford 4 are poised to lead a new wave of rock and roll to the next
evolutionary step.
With their JetSet
Records debut, �The Revolt Against Tired Noises�, the band�s influences, at
times, seem emblazoned on their sleeves. Critics will bark the names of the
bands out as if influence were a crime: My Bloody Valentine! Ride! Slowdive!
In doing this, however, they may miss that this is not a blatant copy of the
so-called �shoe gazer� movement of late �80�s, early �90�s Britain. It is
instead a reinvention of those sounds. While it is familiar on some level, it
is also striking for its confidence and control.
The first strains
on the opening track should elicit swoons from those who appreciate the music
that came out of this movement. The gentle cymbal tap and plaintive guitar that
lead to distortion symbolize something that has seemed unattainable for too long
now.
On the opener,
Rebecca, guitarist/vocalist Chris Streng yearns for a woman that does not
exist. �And of course you were beautiful/Like you walked out of a dream/And of
course you were imaginary/Just a little girl in black/That only I could see�.
The song�s rhythm never steps out of the pseudo-waltz it starts in. The beauty
of the song is in the surge of chords of feedback which rise and fall in
wave-like crashes.
The band perks
things up a bit with the following two tracks, �All Mistakes Are Mine� and
�Hydroplane�, on which bassist Sheetal Singh shines brightest on. They then
settle back down with the languid �All The Fading Stars�.
��Stars� seems to
be about a man who, while in a committed relationship, becomes entangled with
another woman who has her sights set on him. �She�s on her back on her bed/And
says tell me about your girlfriend�.
The best thing
about Stratford 4 is that they are able to perpetuate a dreamy atmosphere, while
at the same time not getting completely lost in the clouds. �Window Open� is
the best example of this. The guitar parts are stretched out and a little woozy
sounding, complimenting the vocals that bring to mind William and Jim Reid of
the Jesus and Mary Chain. But all the while that this is happening, the
listener never feels apart from the song. The guitar feedback, which threatens
to overwhelm the song as it peaks, instead dissipates into the laidback rhythm
in which the song began.
Displacer, evokes
vivid images. A tale of a man who has a revolving door of mates, never settling
for any particular one. �Yeah he met her on a Saturday night/And by Sunday it
was already over/Displacer you�re changing one for the other/In your
heart/Replace her/You don�t even know what you�re doing/�Til it�s gone�. The
narrator of the song seems to go on to do the lothario in for his hubris. �Yeah
the sad thing is he liked her/I drove �em backward underwater�.
As the album nears
its end, drummer Andrea Caturegli weighs in vocally, along with Streng, on the
gorgeous �Autopilot�. If love songs ever need an example of how to do it right,
this is it. Guitarist Jake Hosek adds just the right swirling flourishes to the
track.
On the
album�s closer, �All That Damage�, the band stretches beyond its already lengthy
horizons for a mind-bending fifteen-minutes. Starting quietly with Streng and
Caturegli sweetly sharing vocals, the song soon builds to an inevitable trippy
middle, followed by a lofty ending. The drumming in the middle section is
highly reminiscent of Maureen Tucker�s on the Velvet Underground song �Heroin�.
For such a new
band, it is astonishing to see such a grasp of arrangement and ability to reign
in the instrumentations. A lesser band may have opted for histrionics over
subtlety. Showing a maturity that is severely lacking in the music of today,
Stratford 4 are proof that a change in popular music is not only necessary, but
possible.
Brett Hickman |