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Artist......: Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile
Album.......: Lotta Sea Lice
Label.......: Marathon Artists
Genre.......: Indie
Catnr.......: MA0114CD
Source......: CD
Rip.date....: 2017-10-15
Str.date....: 2017-10-13
Quality.....: 895kbps/44.1kHz/2 channels
Url.........: http://www.courtneybarnettandkurtvile.com
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1. Over Everything 6:20
2. Let It Go 4:33
3. Fear Is Like a Forest 4:47
4. Outta The Woodwork 6:21
5. Continental Breakfast 4:53
6. On Script 3:59
7. Blue Cheese 4:37
8. Peepin' Tom 4:14
9. Untogether 4:50
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,: Courtney Barnett, the Melbourne indie-rock singer capable of :,
: turning such topics as real estate and elevator chitchat into :
:' droll, heartrending parables, was having trouble coming up with ':
,: the follow-up to her sensational 2015 debut. Kurt Vile, the :,
: Philadelphia folkie whose free-ranging drawl and sparkling :
:' guitar lines can improve any afternoon, sent her a partly ':
,: finished song. She heard it and invited him to her studio, on :,
: the other side of the world from where he was. The sessions :
:' became a tune, and then an album, of scraggly, lackadaisical, ':
,: and compulsively listenable rock. The album, Lotta Sea Lice, :,
: also comments on the collaboration that birthed it--resulting in :
:' a surprisingly moving reflection on the creative process ':
,: itself. :,
: :
:' That first cut they worked on, "Over Everything," is a career ':
,: highlight for both musicians. Even before the singing begins, :,
: the guitar parts--pretty and melodic, spiraling up and down and :
:' back onto themselves--establish a sense of communion, of call ':
,: and response. Vile and Barnett then trade lines that build on :,
: shared ideas but showcase two singular voices. Barnett sings of :
:' a "beautiful morning" with literary-diary specificity: "The ':
,: trees are all waggin', my hair-flag waving / The scenery ragin', :,
: my life-love cascading." Vile's nice day is fuzzier, rendered :
:' both more abstract and more conversational: "When I'm outside ':
,: in a real good mood," the last two words boasting a few extra :,
: o's. :
:' ':
,: The song is about making songs, as is much of Lotta Sea Lice. :,
: Vile spends his time alone noodling blues riffs; Barnett comes :
:' up with ditties off news headlines. Vile plugs in headphones to ':
,: plug into his right brain; Barnett does the same, replying, "You :,
: could say 'I hear you' on several levels / at high decibels / :
:' over everything." It's a great line: rhythmically tricky, ':
,: grounded in the straightforward conversation they're having, yet :,
: hinting at something metaphysical, beyond hearing or saying. The :
:' song fittingly then gets noisier and wilder, heaving and ':
,: collapsing around the six-minute mark. :,
: :
:' From there, Barnett and Vile banter over various flavors of ':
,: dueling guitar jangle and synth marginalia: an off-kilter drum :,
: patter and raga-like haze on "Let It Go," strumalong road rock :
:' for "Blue Cheese," cheery-sad acoustic testimony for "Peepin' ':
,: Tom." The lyrical topics vary, but they seem to return to the :,
: question of how to summon the muse--though it's hard to avoid :
:' the sense that it's Barnett, the more magnetic presence across ':
,: the album, who's sweating the issue most. On "Let It Go," the :,
: two sing in a cadence of hymn-like rigidity, with her eventually :
:' asking, "What comes first, the chorus or the verse?" In the ':
,: slow-motion waltz of "On Script," she seems to describe the :,
: Groundhog Day of touring as a betrayal of originality: "Every :
:' night like a well-versed 'Get Well' card." ':
,: :,
: The two singers are complementary rather than alike: Vile's :
:' style is rambling and surreal whereas hers is more precise and ':
,: legible, and he's more of a vet than Barnett is (he's put out :,
: six solo full-lengths to her one). Vile's automatic poetry on :
:' "Blue Cheese"--"I didn't mean to cough on her / Forgot to add ':
,: the fabric softener" goes the most inexplicably charming :,
: line--is more loosey-goosey than what Barnett usually allows of :
:' herself. And when Barnett covers Vile's "Peepin' Tomboy," his ':
,: cryptic story of lazing and leering comes into focus with two :,
: new interpretations: as a same-sex love song, and a :
:' self-reflection from someone trying to recapture her verve. "I ':
,: don't wanna give up, but I kinda wanna lie down," she sings, :,
: seeming paralyzed by her own paralysis. :
:' ':
,: Another cover, the album's most powerful moment, is of Jen :,
: Cloher's "Fear Is Like a Forest." The song, from Barnett's :
:' partner, has a tidy structure and portentous mood that's ':
,: different from most of what's in Barnett's or Vile's catalogues. :,
: But in the context of the album, it works as a dark, lonesome, :
:' slacker-artist thesis statement. "Not one lover will I love / ':
,: No song will I be singing / If it's will I'm running on," goes :,
: one verse line, equating romance and inspiration as things you :
:' can't force. Big catharsis comes in the refrain, an expression ':
,: of faith that artists of all sorts might turn to: "If you just :,
: let it go, it'll come back to you." :
:' ':
,: The vision of artmaking laid out here is as an ineffable force, :,
: arriving and leaving, a "porch swing swingin' on its own," as :
:' described in "Continental Breakfast." It's a notion both ':
,: idealistic and frustrating, one that departs with the frequent :,
: advice that the best way to beat writer's block is to just start :
:' writing (Kazuo Ishiguro, recently awarded the Nobel Prize in ':
,: Literature, describing his method: "Awful sentences, hideous :,
: dialogue, scenes that went nowhere--I let them remain and :
:' ploughed on"). Solitude is also a big part of the creative ':
,: equation stated here: "I'd rather be alone," goes a key line. :,
: But Lotta Sea Lice's existence in the first place, not to :
:' mention its sheer quality, testifies to one reassuring, ':
,: humanistic way to kickstart the process: Find a buddy on your :,
: wavelength, and take a listen to what's in their headphones. :
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