<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:30:17.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultra Indie Album Reviews</title><subtitle type='html'>Reviewing the best music you've never heard.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-4710200303831828549</id><published>2009-05-10T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:07:42.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in Motion: On the Edge of a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myspace.com/caughtinmotion" target=_blank&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/SgdqRYZlwHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MCjzRndq4Xk/s200/caughtinmotion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334349130483744882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to go out on a limb and announce a new genre of music.  I call it Alternative Jazz-Emo.  Actually what I love the most about this band is the creative blend of styles, not just from song to song but within songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on with a list of bands they sound like at different moments but I won't waste your time.  It's easier to listen.  Banah Graf is the front man, responsible for the singing, songwriting and guitar.  And his right hand man, Sam Krulewitch, who played some instruments on the album, also wrote a couple songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the two of them played all instruments, wrote the songs and did the entire recording.  This is pretty impressive considering the array of instruments included on the album.  I hear piano, guitar, bass, drums, and some synthesized sounds probably done by keyboard.  Both the piano and drums are quite nicely done.  I do wish some of the vocals were mixed a little bit higher but that's usually my personal preference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is solid. There isn't one song on the album you would skip through.  I think my favorites are "Halo" and "Drop the Ball".  These two songs have examples of the blend of jazz and other genres I'm talking about.  In "Halo" the piano sounds like something you'd hear from Billy Joel in the 1970's.  (Oops, ok, I named a band.)  But something is very different here.  The drums are hitting a little harder and in parts it slows down with heavy guitar strumming, and an emotional vocal line.  And this method works.  In fact in some parts it almost sounds like Nirvana.  (I'm giving up on the "not naming bands" thing).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lyrics are very well done with enough poetic metaphorical content to keep you curious and guessing at the meaning of the songs.  I like it like that.  I don't like to be spoon-fed my lyrics.  I'll leave you with a quote from the last song on the album, "Something's Gotta Give".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could have sworn I saw the light there&lt;br /&gt;that's what makes me believe&lt;br /&gt;I could've sworn I saw the time go&lt;br /&gt;that's what makes me believe&lt;br /&gt;that something's gotta give"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/caughtinmotion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-4710200303831828549?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/4710200303831828549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=4710200303831828549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/4710200303831828549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/4710200303831828549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2009/05/caught-in-motion-on-edge-of-dream.html' title='Caught in Motion: On the Edge of a Dream'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/SgdqRYZlwHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MCjzRndq4Xk/s72-c/caughtinmotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-3652918367021719188</id><published>2009-01-13T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:00:57.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny Schick: Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.basement3.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/SW1wvh27KRI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ZgY9ZwoYW0/s200/kennyschick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291009099075102994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of those albums that had my ears instantly perk up. And it hasn't let me down since the first listen. Inspired by a spontaneous trip to Australia, Kenny Schick's album, "Under", paints landscapes from the other side of the world. With its wide-open sound, use of tight harmonies, and rhythmic anecdotes, the feeling this album gives me is of pure freedom. Kenny's airy voice and sensitive guitar work lay delicately in the center of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to choose which songs are my favorites. I really enjoy "Summer". And it could be that this is where the female harmonies come in and really start to shine. The lyrics speak to me with nostalgia and longing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Summer was fine&lt;br /&gt;but summer came and went&lt;br /&gt;one more time&lt;br /&gt;now leaves are falling all around&lt;br /&gt;still I'm not found"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song following this one, "Revelator", is another one of my picks. It's actually a Gillian Welch song that I've never heard before.  But Kenny's version is divine.  The use of female harmonies and percussion are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really all the songs on this album are excellent. Just when I thought I was about to wrap up this review, his song, "Rain", started playing. And I thought, "Maybe this one is my favorite?" So there you go. If you are a fan of honest sounding, acoustic folk-inspired rock with lovely harmonies then you will love this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.basement3.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-3652918367021719188?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/3652918367021719188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=3652918367021719188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/3652918367021719188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/3652918367021719188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2009/01/kenny-schick-under.html' title='Kenny Schick: Under'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/SW1wvh27KRI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ZgY9ZwoYW0/s72-c/kennyschick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-5616049899513560038</id><published>2008-09-25T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:55:55.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ubyk: Matryoshka EP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ubyk"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/SNv2ENJ8CAI/AAAAAAAAABM/wbmbkcJ97vc/s200/Ubyk_Matryoshka_FrontCover_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250060342741698562" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, it's been almost a year since my last review.  So I decided to start from the beginning with a band I got in touch with a year ago about their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubyk's music is instantly gratifying and full of sounds that float and drift with the mood.  The harmonies are deeply satisfying.  This is an EP that will keep you wanting more.  I really can't wait until they release a full album.  Th 5 song EP just seems to skim the surface of they're capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubyk's tunes sound like they're influenced by a swarm of classic artists such as Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel and other 1960s era prolifics.   And there is just enough of a change in style from song to song to keep things interesting.   I strongly recommend checking out the Los Angeles band and hearing their music first hand.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ubyk"&gt;www.myspace.com/ubyk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-5616049899513560038?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5616049899513560038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=5616049899513560038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/5616049899513560038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/5616049899513560038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2008/09/ubyk-matryoshka-ep.html' title='Ubyk: Matryoshka EP'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/SNv2ENJ8CAI/AAAAAAAAABM/wbmbkcJ97vc/s72-c/Ubyk_Matryoshka_FrontCover_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-4679755331631678668</id><published>2007-12-06T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:09:50.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulganic: All Directions Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.organicsoulmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;"src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/R1i6qDcE3uI/AAAAAAAAABE/lZi5NMgclxA/s200/soulganic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141064206283759330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first time I heard Soulganic's music I thought to myself ", hey those are great female vocals!" I looked around their website trying to find the lead singer. After reading the bios of every musician on the page I was a little frustrated. I could not find a description of this singer. All that was listed was a bio for a lead singer, Anthony Rodriguez. Obviously I was missing something. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a man singing! I listened to the track again with a more open mind and decided it was possible. So I emailed Mr. Rodriguez and he confirmed it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know it's a man I can't really picture anyone else. His voice is extremely reminiscent of Michael Jackson. But the music is worlds away from that genre. We're looking at soul/R&amp;B here folks. The first track on the album sounds straight out of the movie, "Jackie Brown".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every track has a new groove and the same impressive vocals. But there is also enough variety to keep things new and fresh throughout the album. Track three, "If I Could Forget You", goes into a lush and organic flamenco guitar solo toward the end. And the following track is a smooth and heavy blues song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band is groovy, solid and original. I highly recommend checking it out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.organicsoulmusic.com"&gt;www.OrganicSoulMusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-4679755331631678668?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/4679755331631678668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=4679755331631678668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/4679755331631678668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/4679755331631678668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2007/12/soulganic-all-directions-forward.html' title='Soulganic: All Directions Forward'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/R1i6qDcE3uI/AAAAAAAAABE/lZi5NMgclxA/s72-c/soulganic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-4940931925995255941</id><published>2007-09-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:09:50.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer Parde: Natural Surreality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jenniferparde.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; pointer; width: 123px; height: 123px;"src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/RvtEx7Vo5bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FzABCPfEFJ8/s200/Parde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114757426342061490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm proud to present to you my first review of a jazz album.  And a very good one I might add.  Jennifer Parde is an obviously talented jazz vocalist.  Her talents beyond her voice lie strongly in arranging old standards.  The few original tunes on her album are definitely strong, but it seems she finds most of her creativity in altering standards with her own twist of "Pardeness".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found the production quality to be quite immaculate for a debut album.  And the level of musicianship from all who perform is outstanding.  Anyone who enjoys listening to good jazz would enjoy this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morning Has Broken" has great interludes of harmonic expression that are intertwined with the lyrical song.  This was the first thing that caught my attention.  I also found consistently that Parde shines with the accompaniment of guitarist, Rob Levitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Parde's original tunes my favorite by far is "Black Unicorn" which is dark, mysterious, and refreshing.  I would strongly recommend that Parde spend some more time writing her own tunes.  Her lyrics are gems and when the song is good, it's real good.  So, I can see much growth in this direction and would also love to see her experiment more with her own tunes as she does on the standards such as "Lazy Afternoon", which has a large improvisational section that moves and changes unexpectedly.  Her original tune, "Undertide", starts to explore this more fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Parde has captured a side of jazz music that I have missed.  I'm happy to hear the more natural side of jazz, with themes that are more unique than broken hearts and true love.  Her music focuses on the mystical and natural, thus the title of her album, "Natural Surreality".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenniferparde.com"&gt;www.jenniferparde.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-4940931925995255941?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/4940931925995255941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=4940931925995255941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/4940931925995255941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/4940931925995255941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2007/09/jennifer-parde-natural-surreality.html' title='Jennifer Parde: Natural Surreality'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/RvtEx7Vo5bI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FzABCPfEFJ8/s72-c/Parde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-5006065405224807362</id><published>2007-07-03T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:09:50.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comforters:  Transplants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.feelthecomforters.com"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; pointer; width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/RorfCOEL02I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kw1UmVbLrNI/s200/10617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083120358669407074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I first met the Comforters when they opened for me at a house concert in Eugene, Oregon in 2006.  The group is comprised of Pia and Jason; a laid back married couple that tours around playing music.  The first thing you notice is Pia's voice, which is extremely comforting and perfect for lullabies, thus their name.  The music is also very mellow and perfect for being lazy and listening to music.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their album, "Transplants", The Comforters fill out their sound with perfectly placed harmonies and guitar solos.  And they seem to really start getting "comfortable" on the third track of the album with "Saturday Night" which is a sweetly sad ballad:  something The Comforters do best.  I like them the most when they bravely keep the music quiet, soft, and so slow it's almost still.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song by far, is the fourth song, "The Call", which provides a dramatic contrast to the rest of the album.  The style is still mellow and soft, but subtly tragic.  The various guitars and simple drum work create a wide-open and ominous sound.  And the lyrics make me think of a long time secret that is just starting to surface.  The feeling is that of impending doom mixed with a hope for freedom, or innocence with a dark past.   Very cool....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say this is my favorite album I've reviewed so far on Ultra Indie.  Please check it out.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feelthecomforters.com"&gt;www.feelthecomforters.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-5006065405224807362?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/5006065405224807362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=5006065405224807362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/5006065405224807362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/5006065405224807362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2007/07/comforters-transplants.html' title='The Comforters:  Transplants'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/RorfCOEL02I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kw1UmVbLrNI/s72-c/10617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-354962290180620058</id><published>2007-03-20T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:09:50.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse Dyen: Contents Under Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/jessedyen"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/RgnbfllNvCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HSAircNbx10/s200/jessedyen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046806193155980322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesse Dyen's music hooked me very quickly.  I'm not sure what it is that has music click with me so quickly sometimes, but this album has it.  He's got a natural understanding of how to create catchy melodies and sweet chord structures that enhance the song.  I've been grappling for months on how to give his music a review that will capture its treasures.  The best way, of course, is to just click the album link and take a listen for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyen's style can easily be compared to Paul McCartney, Elton John, and at times even the Bee Gees.  One great thing about his music that I wish I could incorporate into my own, is his ability to keep things light even when the lyrics can be downright resentful or angry.  Things are never overly significant with Dyen.  Even when he's singing the words "your display was rather vile with your half assed smile", he keeps singing like life is all good.  I find this intriguing and refreshing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to think now that all of his lyrics are angry.  In fact, being the idealist that I am, one of my favorite songs on the album is called "Love One Another".  And he also has quite a sense of humor.  His song, "You Are What You Eat", is great commentary on what they put in processed foods, which could easily be a Weird Al song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song however, must be the reprise of the album, "Have 2 Lie".  Unfortunately it's buried in the track with some other things before and after, almost as a hidden track.   But let's just say it's the hidden treasure of the album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-354962290180620058?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/354962290180620058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=354962290180620058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/354962290180620058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/354962290180620058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2007/03/jesse-dyen-contents-under-pressure.html' title='Jesse Dyen: Contents Under Pressure'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/RgnbfllNvCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HSAircNbx10/s72-c/jessedyen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-414824062139884158</id><published>2007-01-24T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:09:50.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom City: City of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.phantomcity.net"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; pointer; width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/RbgayutFvdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7xrbKuDHkw/s200/cdcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023794843164720594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phantom City's premier release, "City of Dreams", is full of nostalgia, good times, and classic vibes.  Listening to it constantly conjures up good memories of hanging out with friends from the past.  And I'm thankful.  I think of times in high school, when we acted like we were up to no good but we really weren't, or when we did silly things for no reason.   Phantom City conjures up these images because they are a band that has fun for the sake of having fun and nothing more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their music could easily be dropped into a Classic Rock play list and blend in perfectly.  The style however changes enough from track to track to keep things interesting.  Much of the first half of the album reminds me of some of my favorite Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.   By track six, we are treated with "Holding On To Long", an up-tempo blues song that is reminiscent of Santana.  Slow it down and you could have an awesome tune by Billy Holiday.   And intertwined with it all, I hear some good old rock that reminds me of something you'd here from Journey.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying that they sound just like these folks, not at all.  I'm saying that they could easily be played right next to them without falter.  Anyone who is a Classic Rock junkie could be swept up in Phantom City's tunes after just a couple listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Band is based out of San Francisco, consisting of five individuals who have played music for most of their lives.  You can hear the comfort they have with their instruments, and the sheer joy they get out of playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phantomcity.net"&gt;www.PhantomCity.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-414824062139884158?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/414824062139884158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=414824062139884158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/414824062139884158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/414824062139884158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2007/01/phantom-city-city-of-dreams.html' title='Phantom City: City of Dreams'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-SVIpKBi-4/RbgayutFvdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v7xrbKuDHkw/s72-c/cdcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072566907230067678.post-1796760120931947894</id><published>2006-11-29T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T19:12:44.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sylvia Bagge: Release the Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sylviabagge.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 123px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7134/252998890042732/200/4386/Sylvia.RTM.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To be honest, I wasn't quite sure what to think when I first heard Sylvia's new album, "Release the Medicine".   The raw sound and bare vocals had an awkward charm, leaving me uneasy and curious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her retro 1960s lyrical content and psychedelic album artwork appealed to my hippie side in a way that scared me yet brought me comfort at the same time.  After several listens I've noticed myself being drawn in closer and closer.  It became clear that the sound I had described as "raw" more accurately could be described as honest and pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track three, "Song for the Ganges River", is one of my favorites.  Sylvia's poetry comes from the heart and reveals a touching connection to nature and it's emotionally healing properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her song, "Everyday", probably has my favorite lyrics out of the whole album in which she searches herself for forgiveness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Help me to let go of the things that I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me love for the people that I can't stand,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to remember that God lives in every man,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to unfold my fist into an open hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight is Sylvia's cover of the Grateful Dead's "Terrapin Station".  With close nit harmony vocals and warming cello played by Sylvia herself, she creates a ten-minute epic journey full of rich instrumentals and triumphant vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia gets bonus points for giving 100% of the proceeds of "Release the Medicine" to the Karen Beasley Sea Turtle Rescue and Rehabilitation Center and for duplicating her CDs with environmentally friendly materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to writing and performing her psychedelic peace music, Sylvia teaches yoga, does hospice work, and lives with "two kitties and a bunny" in Oakland, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sylviabagge.com/"&gt;www.SylviaBagge.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2072566907230067678-1796760120931947894?l=ultraindie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/feeds/1796760120931947894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2072566907230067678&amp;postID=1796760120931947894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/1796760120931947894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072566907230067678/posts/default/1796760120931947894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ultraindie.blogspot.com/2006/11/sylvia-bagge-release-medicine.html' title='Sylvia Bagge: Release the Medicine'/><author><name>Amy Obenski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020181891242766516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD_bsRU_V_A/TpPaOkzv2uI/AAAAAAAAADc/xvBhiiqIQIQ/s220/FingerPhoto_061011_Amy_7273_crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
