| 1. Quay Cur |
| 2. Straight Street |
| 3. Blueberry Boat |
| 4. Chris Michaels |
| 5. Paw Paw Tree |
| 6. My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found |
| 7. Mason City |
| 8. Chief Inspector Blancheflower |
| 9. Spaniolated |
| 10. 1917 |
| 11. Birdie Brain |
| 12. Turning Round |
| 13. Wolf Notes |
Blueberry Boat,The Fiery Furnaces,Rough Trade,Garage Rock Revival,Indie Rock,Rock,United States of America
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Blueberry Boat
The Fiery Furnaces Manufacturer: Sanctuary Records ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD Similar Items:
ASIN: B0002DRDVE Release Date: 2004-07-13 |
Tracks:
- QUAY CUR
- STRAIGHT STREET
- BLUEBERRY BOAT
- CHRIS MICHAELS
- PAW PAW TREE
- My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found
- MASON CITY
- Chief Inspector Blanchfelower
- SPANIOLATED
- 1917
- Birdie Brain
- Turning Round
- Wolf Notes
Customer Reviews:
ok........2006-07-11
Somewhere Between Absolute Bliss and a Trainwreck.......2006-05-08
Who knew there was a band in the underground that could generate this much fervent opinion both pro and con? Seems either you hate _Blueberry Boat_ or love it. Myself, I lean very heavily towards the latter. Yes, this album could effectively be cut down by thirty minutes or so. Sure, Mr. Friedberger is probably a little too enamored of making noises on the sundry instruments he plays. And okay, the Furnaces' albums sound claustrophobic, almost "incestuous," cloistered, the sound of two twenty-something siblings with way too much time on their hands.
And all of these shortcomings add to the equation of why you should love what is shaping up to be the most ambitious indie unit of the decade.
I've wanted to review this album ever since I got it some months ago (the night I saw them live; now the live experience, THAT is something different altogether, electric, loud, brash--PLEASE put out a live album ASAP, Friedbergers). I wanted to wait 'til I "got it." Now I know that will never happen. I wanted to put together the snippets of narratives here, the shifting foci of my annoyance and ecstasy every time I listen to this album, etc. . . . Then I realized, like most of my favorite works of art, I will never put my head all the way around this one. Think _Ulysses_ or _Finnegans Wake_ by James Joyce. Could he have cut these works down by several hundreds of pages? Most certainly. Would they be the same works if it would have been easier to identify their narrative arcs, if he would have compacted them, if he wouldn't've resorted to masturbatory techniques. No, sir/ma'am; in the end, these excessive urges (ESPECIALLY the masturbation) is a large part of what Joyce's works are all about.
And in the midst of all this sprawl, Joyce managed to capture an infinite expanse of what the human condition is all "about." (Everything and nothing all at once.) And so do the Fiery Furnaces!!! Disjointed narratives about losing one's dog; wandering around Mason City, IA (it's very much in the middle of nowhere, BTW); sing-songy songs about belatedness . . . skronky guitar runs, synthesizer vamps and arpeggios, Casio drum machine, found-sound effects . . . the catalog goes on and on and you never figure out exactly what this Blueberry Boat odyssey means, exactly.
But you can pinpoint some references. Sgt. Pepper and the Magical Mystery Tour are most certainly along on this boat ride. A really convoluted version of punk is here (most certainly not the least of which is the fierce and unrelenting DIY spirit that I'm overjoyed to say that the Friedberger's will almost certainly never lose). Classic 70's rock is here (again, in exquisitely contorted form). Want an even messier concept album than _Tommy_ or ELP's _Tarkus_? Here it is. Want a musician capable of virtuosity AND squalid/weird noise a la Robert Fripp? Well, Matthew Friedberger one-ups King Crimson's ace a few notches and makes himself a freaky virtuoso on both guitar AND keyboards. Oh, and know what makes them different than all these "dinosaurs," as you indie-rock snobs so self-righteously put it? They don't take themselves seriously at all (unlike you indie-rock snobs, who likely don't want to get the Furnaces in the first place)! Song #4, "Chris Michaels" starts out with Jenny singing the delightfully gauche lyric, "Later at lunch, with the taco lettuce crunch . . ." She even puts a rolling "r" on the "crunch" in that line. Besides playing with instrument sounds, these two are also masters at playing with vowels, consonants, and mouth noises that don't even have typographical symbols. Cheesy sometimes? Hell yeah! Even vaudevillian!!! This puts them in a lineage of the creme de la creme of rock and roll who know that the best attitude is sometimes just to say, "Ah, what the f**k! Let's just rock . . . f**k the critics, f**k the audience. We'll get our love by being our own gloriously weird selves. (I'm going to add the Furnaces to a list of exalted weirdos I am starting here: Beach Boys, Beatles, Hendrix, the Who, Zappa, Captain Beefheart, NY Dolls, ELP, the Stooges, the Pistols, Wire, Flaming Lips . . . wow, this list goes on and on: AND ALL THE BANDS ARE GREAT!)
So I'm not giving this five stars. Like it says at the top, they are five plus stars for vision and spirit, but 3.5 for execution. Well, _Bitter Tea_ just came out and they have upped the ante (give me a few months to digest that one a little and I will come down from the mountain and share my opinion on that one with you, as well). They need more musicians on their albums, an actual band. They need to perfect the fine arts of editing and studio engineering. Still, I think you have to admit that it's better to have adventurous young folks like the Friedbergers figuring these arts out for themselves rather than having some execs pushing them as the next emo sensation or some s**t. Mark my words. Give this album many close listens and many more not-so-close listens besides (minimum grand total of fifteen--it's that dense). Then, get back to me and tell me that you don't hear one of the most impressive indie bands of the decade. And then I'll laugh at you. We'll look back at the avant-de-siecle of this decade and mention these guys along with a handful of other true indie pioneers like Deerhoof and (used-to-be-indie) Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and whomever else comes along in the next four years. The great news is that the Friedbergers are still very young and have many five-star albums in them yet. _Blueberry Boat_ is definitely the start of something incredible.
An Esoteric Masterpiece.......2006-02-08
Absolute Junk.......2006-01-14
Trash.......2005-12-24
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Blueberry Boat
The Fiery Furnaces Manufacturer: Rough Trade Us ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD Similar Items:
ASIN: B0007MSU9Y Release Date: 2005-01-25 |
Tracks:
- Quay Cur
- Straight Street
- Blueberry Boat
- Chris Michaels
- Paw Paw Tree
- My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found
- Mason City
- Chief Inspector Blancheflower
- Spaniolated
- 1917
- Birdie Brain
- Turning Round
- Wolf Notes
Customer Reviews:
Rock the "Boat".......2005-02-22
Piano and sputtering keyboards open the enormous intro song -- it's ten minutes long, no kidding. Then Eleanor Friedburger's sweet, singsong vocals kick in, singing a sprawling pop song. It sounds like a child's nursery rhyme on acid, full of deceptively simple rhythms, sparkling melodies and Inuit words tossed into the mix. A sugnacoon, by the way, is a coat.
That ten-minute opener also gives an idea of what the band is all about -- strange ideas, set into stories against a backdrop of indierock. Echoing guitars and swirling keyboards fill up the gaps between their story-songs, which focus on everything from a religious dog in the fuzzy organ-pop "My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found," to doing legal work in guitar-heavy "Mason City."
If you want to get technical, nothing here makes sense. But like Neutral Milk Hotel, it makes sense if you ignore all your musical senses, and just listen to it by itself. The wild stylistic changes in the middle of songs, the nonsensical lyrics, and the mix of acoustic and keyboard seem like a trio of death knells for this album. Instead, they add to the magic and whimsy of it.
At first glance, the songs seem incomprehensible. Or worse, absurd. But just keep listening -- sooner or later it clicks, and the unique writing of each song shines out. The songs overflow with onomatopoeia (note: words that sound like sounds), childlike rhymes, and bizarre subject matter like pirates robbing the "blueberry boat." Perhaps the best representation is the first song -- "Quay Cur" has a lot of words that sound like nonsense, but turn out to make perfect sense once you look up what they are.
While the Furnaces got lots of praise for being catchy in their debut, here they don't stick to hooks -- whenever you think they're going to do so, they veer off. Instead we get unabashedly sparkly melodies, handclaps and eerie keyboards that sputter, ripple, hover and spark. The piano gets the best workout -- sometimes it tinkles, sometimes it ripples, sometimes it gets thumped into a dance-hall rhythm.
Sibling musicians Matt and Eleanor Friedberger share vocal duties -- Matt sounds a bit grimmer and down-to-earth, even when he's surrounded by keyboard washes. Eleanor throws herself entirely into the singing, with plenty of humor about lines like, "I kicked my dog... I was MEAN to him before!" She sounds genuinely shocked about herself.
The concept album is not quite dead, and the Fiery Furnaces have done their bit to keep it alive. To call their charming, eerie critique/concept album a future classic isn't too much of a stretch.
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Blueberry Boat
The Fiery Furnaces Manufacturer: Smash Music / Rough Trade ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD ASIN: B000LZUYNW |
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Blueberry Boat
ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD ASIN: B00061QUMK Release Date: 2004-11-30 |
Album Description
Japanese pressing scheduled to include 3 bonus tracks. Details TBA. Felicity. 2004.Customer Reviews:
Rock the "Boat".......2005-04-03
Piano and sputtering keyboards open the enormous intro song -- it's ten minutes long, no kidding. Then Eleanor Friedburger's sweet, singsong vocals kick in, singing a sprawling pop song. It sounds like a child's nursery rhyme on acid, full of deceptively simple rhythms, sparkling melodies and Inuit words tossed into the mix. A sugnacoon, by the way, is a coat.
That ten-minute opener also gives an idea of what the band is all about -- strange ideas, set into stories against a backdrop of indierock. Echoing guitars and swirling keyboards fill up the gaps between their story-songs, which focus on everything from a religious dog in the fuzzy organ-pop "My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found," to doing legal work in guitar-heavy "Mason City."
If you want to get technical, nothing here makes sense. But like Neutral Milk Hotel, it makes sense if you ignore all your musical senses, and just listen to it by itself. The wild stylistic changes in the middle of songs, the nonsensical lyrics, and the mix of acoustic and keyboard seem like a trio of death knells for this album. Instead, they add to the magic and whimsy of it.
At first glance, the songs seem incomprehensible. Or worse, absurd. But just keep listening -- sooner or later it clicks, and the unique writing of each song shines out. The songs overflow with onomatopoeia (note: words that sound like sounds), childlike rhymes, and bizarre subject matter like pirates robbing the "blueberry boat." Perhaps the best representation is the first song -- "Quay Cur" has a lot of words that sound like nonsense, but turn out to make perfect sense once you look up what they are.
While the Furnaces got lots of praise for being catchy in their debut, here they don't stick to hooks -- whenever you think they're going to do so, they veer off. Instead we get unabashedly sparkly melodies, handclaps and eerie keyboards that sputter, ripple, hover and spark. The piano gets the best workout -- sometimes it tinkles, sometimes it ripples, sometimes it gets thumped into a dance-hall rhythm.
Sibling musicians Matt and Eleanor Friedberger share vocal duties -- Matt sounds a bit grimmer and down-to-earth, even when he's surrounded by keyboard washes. Eleanor throws herself entirely into the singing, with plenty of humor about lines like, "I kicked my dog... I was MEAN to him before!" She sounds genuinely shocked about herself.
The concept album is not quite dead, and the Fiery Furnaces have done their bit to keep it alive. To call their charming, eerie critique/concept album a future classic isn't too much of a stretch.
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Blueberry Boat
ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD ASIN: B0006IFBZU Release Date: 2004-10-26 |
Album Description
Blueberry Boat is the follow up to the critically acclaimed Gallowsbird's Park. This is an Australian exclusive featuring a bonus disc with two exclusive tracks 'Straight Street' (UK single) & 'Evergreen'. Smash. 2004.Customer Reviews:
Rock the "Boat".......2005-02-26
Piano and sputtering keyboards open the enormous intro song -- it's ten minutes long, no kidding. Then Eleanor Friedburger's sweet, singsong vocals kick in, singing a sprawling pop song. It sounds like a child's nursery rhyme on acid, full of deceptively simple rhythms, sparkling melodies and Inuit words tossed into the mix. A sugnacoon, by the way, is a coat.
That ten-minute opener also gives an idea of what the band is all about -- strange ideas, set into stories against a backdrop of indierock. Echoing guitars and swirling keyboards fill up the gaps between their story-songs, which focus on everything from a religious dog in the fuzzy organ-pop "My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found," to doing legal work in guitar-heavy "Mason City."
If you want to get technical, nothing here makes sense. But like Neutral Milk Hotel, it makes sense if you ignore all your musical senses, and just listen to it by itself. The wild stylistic changes in the middle of songs, the nonsensical lyrics, and the mix of acoustic and keyboard seem like a trio of death knells for this album. Instead, they add to the magic and whimsy of it.
At first glance, the songs seem incomprehensible. Or worse, absurd. But just keep listening -- sooner or later it clicks, and the unique writing of each song shines out. The songs overflow with onomatopoeia (note: words that sound like sounds), childlike rhymes, and bizarre subject matter like pirates robbing the "blueberry boat." Perhaps the best representation is the first song -- "Quay Cur" has a lot of words that sound like nonsense, but turn out to make perfect sense once you look up what they are.
While the Furnaces got lots of praise for being catchy in their debut, here they don't stick to hooks -- whenever you think they're going to do so, they veer off. Instead we get unabashedly sparkly melodies, handclaps and eerie keyboards that sputter, ripple, hover and spark. The piano gets the best workout -- sometimes it tinkles, sometimes it ripples, sometimes it gets thumped into a dance-hall rhythm.
Sibling musicians Matt and Eleanor Friedberger share vocal duties -- Matt sounds a bit grimmer and down-to-earth, even when he's surrounded by keyboard washes. Eleanor throws herself entirely into the singing, with plenty of humor about lines like, "I kicked my dog... I was MEAN to him before!" She sounds genuinely shocked about herself.
The concept album is not quite dead, and the Fiery Furnaces have done their bit to keep it alive. To call their charming, eerie critique/concept album a future classic isn't too much of a stretch.
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Blueberry Boat
The Fiery Furnaces Manufacturer: Rough Trade ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD ASIN: B000285KU0 Release Date: 2004-09-06 |
Tracks:
- Quay Cur
- Straight Street
- Blueberry Boat
- Chris Michaels
- Paw Paw Tree
- My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found
- Mason City
- Chief Inspector Blancheflower
- Spaniolated
- 1917
- Birdie Brain
- Turning Round
- Wolf Notes
Customer Reviews:
Rock the "Boat".......2005-02-23
Piano and sputtering keyboards open the enormous intro song -- it's ten minutes long, no kidding. Then Eleanor Friedburger's sweet, singsong vocals kick in, singing a sprawling pop song. It sounds like a child's nursery rhyme on acid, full of deceptively simple rhythms, sparkling melodies and Inuit words tossed into the mix. A sugnacoon, by the way, is a coat.
That ten-minute opener also gives an idea of what the band is all about -- strange ideas, set into stories against a backdrop of indierock. Echoing guitars and swirling keyboards fill up the gaps between their story-songs, which focus on everything from a religious dog in the fuzzy organ-pop "My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found," to doing legal work in guitar-heavy "Mason City."
If you want to get technical, nothing here makes sense. But like Neutral Milk Hotel, it makes sense if you ignore all your musical senses, and just listen to it by itself. The wild stylistic changes in the middle of songs, the nonsensical lyrics, and the mix of acoustic and keyboard seem like a trio of death knells for this album. Instead, they add to the magic and whimsy of it.
At first glance, the songs seem incomprehensible. Or worse, absurd. But just keep listening -- sooner or later it clicks, and the unique writing of each song shines out. The songs overflow with onomatopoeia (note: words that sound like sounds), childlike rhymes, and bizarre subject matter like pirates robbing the "blueberry boat." Perhaps the best representation is the first song -- "Quay Cur" has a lot of words that sound like nonsense, but turn out to make perfect sense once you look up what they are.
While the Furnaces got lots of praise for being catchy in their debut, here they don't stick to hooks -- whenever you think they're going to do so, they veer off. Instead we get unabashedly sparkly melodies, handclaps and eerie keyboards that sputter, ripple, hover and spark. The piano gets the best workout -- sometimes it tinkles, sometimes it ripples, sometimes it gets thumped into a dance-hall rhythm.
Sibling musicians Matt and Eleanor Friedberger share vocal duties -- Matt sounds a bit grimmer and down-to-earth, even when he's surrounded by keyboard washes. Eleanor throws herself entirely into the singing, with plenty of humor about lines like, "I kicked my dog... I was MEAN to him before!" She sounds genuinely shocked about herself.
The concept album is not quite dead, and the Fiery Furnaces have done their bit to keep it alive. To call their charming, eerie critique/concept album a future classic isn't too much of a stretch.
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Blueberry Boat
ProductGroup: Music Binding: Audio CD ASIN: B000A2GGC4 Release Date: 2004-11-30 |
Album Description
Japanese pressing scheduled to include 5 bonus tracks. Details TBA. Felicity. 2004.Customer Reviews:
Rock the "Boat".......2005-07-06
Piano and sputtering keyboards open the enormous intro song -- it's ten minutes long, no kidding. Then Eleanor Friedburger's sweet, singsong vocals kick in, singing a sprawling pop song. It sounds like a child's nursery rhyme on acid, full of deceptively simple rhythms, sparkling melodies and Inuit words tossed into the mix. A sugnacoon, by the way, is a coat.
That ten-minute opener also gives an idea of what the band is all about -- strange ideas, set into stories against a backdrop of indierock. Echoing guitars and swirling keyboards fill up the gaps between their story-songs, which focus on everything from a religious dog in the fuzzy organ-pop "My Dog Was Lost But Now He's Found," to doing legal work in guitar-heavy "Mason City."
If you want to get technical, nothing here makes sense. But like Neutral Milk Hotel, it makes sense if you ignore all your musical senses, and just listen to it by itself. The wild stylistic changes in the middle of songs, the nonsensical lyrics, and the mix of acoustic and keyboard seem like a trio of death knells for this album. Instead, they add to the magic and whimsy of it.
At first glance, the songs seem incomprehensible. Or worse, absurd. But just keep listening -- sooner or later it clicks, and the unique writing of each song shines out. The songs overflow with onomatopoeia (note: words that sound like sounds), childlike rhymes, and bizarre subject matter like pirates robbing the "blueberry boat." Perhaps the best representation is the first song -- "Quay Cur" has a lot of words that sound like nonsense, but turn out to make perfect sense once you look up what they are.
While the Furnaces got lots of praise for being catchy in their debut, here they don't stick to hooks -- whenever you think they're going to do so, they veer off. Instead we get unabashedly sparkly melodies, handclaps and eerie keyboards that sputter, ripple, hover and spark. The piano gets the best workout -- sometimes it tinkles, sometimes it ripples, sometimes it gets thumped into a dance-hall rhythm.
Sibling musicians Matt and Eleanor Friedberger share vocal duties -- Matt sounds a bit grimmer and down-to-earth, even when he's surrounded by keyboard washes. Eleanor throws herself entirely into the singing, with plenty of humor about lines like, "I kicked my dog... I was MEAN to him before!" She sounds genuinely shocked about herself.
The concept album is not quite dead, and the Fiery Furnaces have done their bit to keep it alive. To call their charming, eerie critique/concept album a future classic isn't too much of a stretch.
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