Steve Wilson. On music.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Howler - America Give Up (Rough Trade)

Howler sounds a little – okay, a lot – like the Strokes. And the Strokes sounded like late period Velvet Underground mixed with a roughhewn take on Television. I got news for ya; this is how influence works. Bands cut their teeth on other bands. Strangely enough, they resemble those bands. But if a band exerts too much influence or sustains too much popularity this makes hipsters uncomfortable, so they tend not to like bands that betray such influences. Oh, you know, it all makes the music too common for them. Fine and dandy – until you realize that it was the same mentality that consigned the Beatle embracing Big Star to the margins while the so-called underground celebrated Jethro Tull  and Yes. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

On their Rough Trade debut America Give Up Minneapolis’s Howler go with their Is This It inspiration and personalize it with salacious aplomb. Nineteen year-old singer Jordan Gatesmith shifts personae, engaging an Iggy –informed aggression, Julian Casablancas’s slur-shout, Jim Reid’s behind the beat croon, and Bradford Cox’s sleepy drawl. Guitarist Ian Nygaard has the Valensi-Hammond, Reid Brothers, and Johnny Ramone style sheet under control. Kids are pretty deft.

Aged between nineteen and twenty-four, Howler isn’t knocking you over with fully realized genius. But that’s not really the point. Even the insouciant supernova that was the Fab Four took two years to get to Rubber Soul, three to Revolver (okay, that was pretty amazing). But the point is – enjoy what these kids have done already instead of anticipating either the full flowering of their artistic glory or the dull repetition of formula. Get Zen, baby, live in the moment. And at this moment Howler have assembled a thirty-two minute collection of short, sharp, rockin’ tunes.

Their inspirations, beyond the obvious Strokes similarities, include the Jesus and Mary Chain (really pronounced on “Back to the Grave” and “Too Much Blood”), Sonic Youth in certain (a)tonalities, Deerhunter, and a dash of “old school” that reflects Echo and the Bunnymen’s mythic mock-pomp-pop. Throw in a little Stooges anima, really strong on “Pythagorean Theorem,” which also features a nifty stripped-down break with guitars that suggest a Gun Club or Cramps record lurking on the band’s IPod, and you've got the basic picture.

“America” is a weird little parable with references to shotgun weddings and John Wayne, and a “my darling, it’s all over now” refrain that seems to speak directly to the subject of the song. “Told You Once” kicks off with a hard acoustic rhythm, evoking Dramarama’s “The Next Time” and bringing the Beach Boys harmonies. “Back of Your Neck” is a hipster teen slice of life with Cars-styled stop-start rhythms and a guitar break straight out of the Plugz’ acid-surf guitar music on the Repo Man soundtrack.

Me, I’m a simple animal. I click on the mp3, press play on the disc player, drop the needle on the record (all of those) and like the eternal teenager I am I anticipate pleasure. Oh, but gee – how often I am disappointed. But Howler delivers. They deliver smart, snappy tunes, a derivative, but fresh ensemble sound, a variety of guitar sounds that punch my buttons and a singer who traffics in just the right mix of frustration, defiance, seduction, and sloth.

Honestly, I know zip about the boys in Howler and their sibling situations. But I know this much, while alterna-types looking for the holy grail and the ineffable next big thing may not appreciate this, the truth is the spoils go to the guys whose older brother or sister had the coolest record collection. But that’s only where it starts. Then a young artist has to assimilate those influences and put some sort of distinctive twist on them. Howler’s America Give Up shows how this is done. Will they grow into the band of their generation? Will they break up after too many weeks in a bus together? I dunno, but for now I’m going to groove to America Give Up. 

Reverberating: 8.8


Happy In Bag said...

Nice Gun Club reference. NME is all over these kids, but I heard it first from you.

sjw said...

Hey. Thanks. There is this one little break in that song that totally has the tone and attack of Gun Club/Cramps, vintage 1979.