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REVIEW: Max Gowan - Far Corners

Kelly Kirwan

You take in Max Gowan’s delicate alternative rock by virtue of easy osmosis. It’s an effortless absorption, a soundtrack for pensive moods that have just a hint of melancholy. Its light touch lingers, your mind subconsciously committing the chords to memory, stowing away the lyrics, as a subtle sort of magnetism draws you in. Gowan proves that being subdued doesn’t equate to being overlooked. His latest eight-track tape, Far Corners, (out via Quinton’s Fun Records) is marked by Gowan’s understated vocals and calm, indie-rock melodies. The artist recorded, mixed, and mastered each song himself, and there’s a relaxed intimacy throughout—Far Corners is made for moments of reflection.

The opening track, "Bad Breeze," begins with closely-stacked acoustic percussion, a quick succession reminiscent of a shuffling deck of cards with richer resonance. Gowan’s voice is a featherweight murmur, nearly lost in the gleam of guitar strings and rolling staccato beat. If daydreams had a voiceover, Gowan’s voice would be it. It’s a pitch that may just float away in a faint gust of wind, his lyrics rising and falling with the breeze.

The shortest song on the album, "All of the Time," is filled with slow slides of the guitar, its bright disposition offset by an echoing ambiance, as if we were listening to the echoes that permeate the ocean floor. It seeps in gradually, soon filling the forefront of the song as those last few strokes of the guitar fade.

The remnants of these notes from "All of the Time" bleed into the following track, "Washed Up," which then breaks into a much faster pace. There’s a hint of Gowan’s whispering timbre under the melody as it skips along, holding its head high, marked by a few introspective interludes. It ebbs and flows, a rush of rich instrumentals and stripped-down guitar plucks, whose notes wash across the track. Strings are a prominent feature in Max Gowan's music, and they often add an idiosyncratic twang or vaguely forlorn touch.

Far Corners is an album that flows so smoothly from one song to the other. As listeners, we coast along on air, trying to carve out the lyrics that Gowan offers like a secret, spoken under his breath. His music is like a smile that with the slightest inkling of sadness, and we want to know everything about it.

INTERVIEW: SMLH

Gerard Marcus

The era of digital self-releases has done a lot to shift musical demographics, but one of the most noticeable side effects is that artists college-aged and younger are getting more exposure than they ever could have before. Samuel Higgins, the creative mind behind North Carolina indie-experimental pop project SMLH, is a great example.

We recently got a chance to catch up with Samuel and talk about becoming disillusioned with competitive music early in life, the fetishization of recording equipment, learning to write solo music for a band, and the challenges of finding like-minded musicians in Chapel Hill.

Samuel Higgins: Hey! The library is packed right now and it took me a while to find an open desk. I’m good to go though.

TC: What year are you in school?

SH: I’m a freshman at UNC.

TC: Oh man! What are you studying?

SH: Majoring in fucking around [laughs]. I’m undecided right now, leaning towards journalism or communications. I’ve really got no idea at this point, though.

TC: That’s sounds pretty reasonable. So should we start this thing?

SH: I’m ready if you are.

TC: Great. First question: How did your relationship with music start?

SH: When I was five years old, my dad had a Johnny Cash compilation in his car and it was pretty much the only thing that I ever listened to then. I remember asking for an acoustic guitar for my birthday so I could be like Johnny Cash. I didn't really have any idea what that would require, though—I was too young to consider the fact that I would have to apply myself [laughs]. But I started taking lessons when I was five in an apartment above a bait and tackle shop in Carrboro, NC with this Gulf War sniper-turned-children's musician named Jimmy Magoo. I know, his name doesn't sound real. I exclusively played guitar for a long time, probably about eight or nine years old, and I was really into '60s pop music and early Delta blues. It wasn’t until I was in middle school that I started experimenting with other instruments and contemporary music. I taught myself drums and started messing around with four-tracks at that age

TC: What sparked that?

SH: I think I realized that treating music as a skill wasn't exciting anymore. I got bored with playing guitar "well." When I was in middle school I played in the all-state jazz band and stuff, and was surrounded by people who played music for the sake of being the best at their instrument. That was kind of discouraging. I sorta realized that creative expression and performance shouldn't be treated as competitions, you know? I never learned to read music either, so being around "talented" musicians who just tried to see how fast they could play and how well they could sight read was also sort of a bummer.

TC: I can empathize, I grew up in a very similar environment. Was there a transitional period between that discouragement and you discovering how to enjoy music in your own way?

SH: When I was in seventh grade my parents got divorced, and I found myself obsessively playing around with four-tracks and reading about recording techniques. That was probably the tipping point. I realized that there's more to the craft of a song than just the technical ability. This is when I started getting into a lot of experimental stuff and punk rock, too, so I feel like that sorta pushed me into a new direction musically. Like, the first few Deerhunter records, Broadcast, Swell Maps, etc.

TC: Did you have a community around you or was this mainly just solo experimentation?

SH: For a while I didn't have any friends who played music, but during my last two years of high school I started to get really involved with the DIY scene in Raleigh. I was going to multiple shows every week at places like Nice Price Books and Kings Barcade, and that was when I met my bandmates and a ton of people who have had a huge creative influence on me. That was also when I started performing more often. I used to do solo sets with a drum machine—they were pretty strange—but I started playing with a full band a couple years ago. But yeah, Hillsborough and Chapel Hill, the area I'm from, doesn't really have a supportive music community; the only people playing music are dads who have shitty cover bands, rich Chapel Hill kids who listen to a lot of Red Hot Chili Peppers, and all of the pretentious UNC grad students who exclusively listen to harsh noise and Italian disco. But when I started getting more involved with the Raleigh scene, and saw bands like Less Western, Whatever Brains, or Silent Lunch play shows, I became really enchanted with the community.

TC: Can you tell me a little about that transition from solo live set to the band? Was it a drastic switch for you to have to arrange for other people? And did your songwriting style change after you started performing live and finding a community?

SH: I formed SMLH Band when I first met my friends Kevin Sweeney and John Mitchell who play in a band called Less Western. The live performances changed drastically because it became possible to mimic my recordings in a live setting, whereas I previously had to reinterpret all of the songs with a stripped-down setup—which was, by all means, still a lot of fun. I feel like since we've started playing together, my songwriting habits have changed even though none of the band members have direct creative input during the songwriting process. We always joke about how they're my Chuck E. Cheese animatronic band and I'm just telling them what to do. But yeah, I've definitely noticed that the songs I’m writing now are more angular and rhythmically driven than my older material, which is more "bedroomy" or whatever.

TC: Where do you draw inspiration from? How do you go about creating your sounds? Are there any particular topics you like to touch on in your music?

SH: I feel like there isn't much that's connecting the songs thematically, it's all pretty expressionistic. When I write songs, I typically start with a melody or a chord progression that I find affecting—something that I'll find visceral. I don't really have a strict process for writing songs, either. I know a lot of people who sit down and have a very coordinated songwriting process, but I just sort of let the songs grow over time and I play with them until I decide to record them. They tend to change a lot during the recording process, too. "Russian Flashlights" originally had a verse and a chorus, and the drone at the end was improvised while I was recording. Same goes for "Novelty Beat"—I improvised every single take on that one.

TC: So the recording process itself is one of your main compositional tools? Is a lot of that just improvisation? How do you go about editing that down?

SH: Yeah, that's fair to say. I wouldn't say that most of it is improvised, but a lot of the melodies are hammered out as I'm overdubbing tracks and playing around with different takes.

TC: What’s your recording setup like?

SH: I’m always reluctant to get into the details of my setup, because I get tired of people labeling me as a "gear head" just because I think that consciously using certain tools to make certain sounds can yield better outcomes. I use an eight-track tape machine and I use microphones, let's just leave it at that [laughs].

TC: People label you as a gear head?

SH: Yeah. Its kind of annoying. People like to fetishize gear and a lot of press I've gotten focuses on material objects. Its gross. Would anyone ask a painter what kind of brushes they use, what brand of paint? No. So why does it make sense to do that for musicians? I’m not criticizing you, but a lot of music journalists and fans place a lot of attention on commodifying not only the music, but even the process of making it, which I think is strange. I guess that's just the way it is, though; pop music is a product, its a brand, its something people buy, so it makes sense to treat its creation as such.

TC: [Laughs] Well, I'm more curious if you prefer working at home with your own setup or if you ever take things to outside studios to finish off projects? And I think, in a lot of cases, people want to know about the process because process reveals a lot about intent and mindset. So, I'm less concerned with what equipment you use than I am with how you use it.

SH: Rad! I record everything in my mom's attic. That’s all there is to it [laughs].

TC: [Laughs] Perfect! So, how did you get involved with Babe City Records?

SH: This is a good story. My brother went to MICA in Baltimore, and one of his friends—Jake Lazovick, who performs as Sitcom—was on tour this past summer with Bellows, and they had a stop in Raleigh. I've always admired his work—and most MICA musicians', for that matter—and he asked me to open for them. So we opened as SMLH Band, and there was hardly anyone at the show. But Jake took a picture of us and posted it on Facebook with the caption, "I am officially endorsing SMLH," and included a Bandcamp link. Then I got a message from Jon Weiss who runs Babe City the next day, and he expressed interest in re-releasing Occoneechee Haunts and Staring Thru The Wall on cassette. So yeah, I owe everything to Facebook and Jake Lazovick.

TC: That is a great story. Anything else come from of that shoutout? Did you see a jump in listeners?

SH: I guess my music has become a bit more popular, but nothing to get too excited about.

TC: Okay, last question. What are some of your future goals with SMLH? What would you like to happen with the project?

SH: I’m not really sure. I'm recording a full-length this month. I'm not sure if I'll release it as SMLH, though—these songs are very different from my older work, so I'm tempted to release it under a different moniker (like I did with my punk-rock band Docking), but at the same time I feel like SMLH is just "me," so there's no use in thinking that I should share it as a different identity since these songs were written by “me." There'll be new tunes regardless of how I decided to release them, though. There's also a good chance that I'll be touring sometime in 2016 and doing "real musician" things, which is exciting but intimidating.

TC: Would it be your first tour?

SH: Yeah, I've never toured before because everyone in my band has a real job and it's hard to coordinate schedules. I'm the youngest person in the band by four or five years [laughs].

TC: Are you getting a different band together for the tour or are they going to take time off work?

SH: The former is migraine-inducing, and the latter is ideally what will happen. I've considered it, but I feel like we play together really well and there's no point in starting over with a clean slate, you know? Especially when people who "get" what you're trying to do musically are hard to come by around here.

REVIEW: SMLH - Occoneechee Haunts + Staring Thru The Wall

Raquel Dalarossa

“Precocious” is not a word I like to use, but in Sam Higgins’ case, it’s inescapable. The North Carolina native first started writing music in middle school, using a hand-me-down tape recorder to capture his sounds. At seventeen, he opened up a Bandcamp page and put his fuzzy, droney pop songs out into the world, under the newfound moniker SMLH (initials to his lengthy full name). But with the recent release of his double EP, Occoneechee Haunts + Staring Thru The Wall, Sam Higgins is growing up.

The first side of this cassette (and digital) release, Occoneechee Haunts, consists of seven tracks originally released this past January, though they feel like the soundtrack to hazy, warm months. “Summer Daze,” for one, features super fuzzy vocals amid a jumble of other lo-fi instrumental elements but a bright, acoustic guitar sits atop it all to really drive home the summery sentiment. Higgins’ music can sometimes sound like Ty Segall doing Mac Demarco covers; in particular, third track “Can You Feel It, Like I Feel It (?)” feels like a more conked-out version of Mac’s “Let Her Go.”

As with both Segall and Demarco, Higgins has a penchant for pop, and he too sprinkles his killer melodies with plenty of quirks. “Speak In Tongues (6991),” for one, achieves an irresistible catchiness but is replete with alien touches. Meanwhile, on Side A’s most poignant track, the instrumental “Night Ryder/Occoneechee Haunts,” ambient drones seem to float beside car engine noises. These details make for an intriguing charm in SMLH’s music—something that feels invitingly curious.

Certainly, this offbeat charisma carries over into Side B of the release, Staring Thru The Wall, which was first released in August. But the second EP’s opening song, “Year From Now,” immediately sets this little collection apart from its brother. Higgins’ voice is suddenly much more clear and intelligible, revealing his halfhearted tone as he sings lines like “She says give it a year or two / But it’s been far too many for me,” with a sigh caught in his throat. “Novelty Beat/'Hey You!'” contains plenty of experimental touches, but here they take on a menacing tone. And even as the closing song, “Russian Flashlights,” gives us a glimmer of upbeat, happy instrumentals, Higgins still chooses to wind it down with over five minutes’ worth of sad, slowly fading ambient noise.

With these two EPs placed back to back on his first official, label-backed release (DC’s Babe City Records), the shift in Higgins’ songwriting becomes abundantly clear. There’s a distinct difference in overall tone between the two, which hints at an artistic development well underway. And with Higgins already working on his first full-length, we are left to wonder where his explorations might take him next.

REVIEW: Daddy Issues - Fuck Marry Kill

Will Shenton

Unapologetic, irreverent riot grrrl punk is having something of a renaissance, and I couldn't be happier. Greensboro, North Carolina garage rockers Daddy Issues are squarely ensconced in this latest wave (they literally have a song called "Riot Grrrl," in case you missed the memo), and the beachy jams of their new LP Fuck Marry Kill take tongue-in-cheek defiance to a fantastic new level.

There's really no better introduction to the band than the lyrics of the album's opening track, "Glue Sniffer." In belted, hand-banging shouts, they admonish a friend to ditch her loser of a boyfriend: "He's in his mid-thirties and he ain't got a car / Spends all his money at a cheap-ass bar / He's always on Tinder but he can't get a match ... He ain't a catch." It's always a good sign when you end up chuckling to yourself within the first two minutes of a record, and the music itself is utterly infectious.

I'm reminded a bit of Chastity Belt's latest album, Time To Go Home, except where they tended to take a more serious approach to the content of their songs, Daddy Issues eschews most of the straight-faced stuff in favor of a more playful vibe. In fact, "Babehammer" almost feels like an alternate version of "Cool Slut"—where the latter directly addresses double standards concerning promiscuity, the former goes for more of a flippant, "you wish you could handle me" kind of empowerment.

Beyond the feminist overtones, though, Daddy Issues knows how to rock. Their songwriting is a flawless love letter to surf punk and DIY rock (bringing to mind other contemporaries like Hinds), and is digestible enough to play on repeat for hours. With only three tracks that break the three-minute mark, the album is as lighthearted sonically as it is lyrically. Fuck Marry Kill is a seriously fun record, and though its release date says November, it's sure to put you in a summery mood and keep you there.

REVIEW: Sunshine Faces - Peaked

Raquel Dalarossa

In a recent interview, college student, pizza deliverer, and singer-songwriter Noah Rawlings asserts that “the only use of introspection is to find out how you can connect with and relate to others. There is little sense to introspection for its own sake. It is good to look outward.” This tenet turns out to be central to Rawlings’ sophomore full-length under his Sunshine Faces moniker. The eleven-track long Peaked combines intimate, dorm-room shoegaze with bright, exuberant pop, giving us a peak not only into Rawlings’ inner thoughts but also into his circle of friends, his community, and his home. 

The details in both Sunshine Faces’ material and presentation are what truly make the project shine. Shoutouts to Rawlings’ friends and contributors on the album (“Teddy wrote the guitar *riff* for track 2, ‘Kissing Every Day.’ Thanks ted.”) occupy a large chunk of space on his Bandcamp page, highlighting a sense of unabashed generosity and support that went into the making of the record. Familiar faces and places flit by on tracks like “Peak City,” a sugary confection of a pop ditty paying homage to a grill and bar in Rawlings’ home state of North Carolina. “Walt Saves the Scene” features what seems to be an emphatic champion of Rawlings’ work proclaiming that “it’s about taking risks, it’s about holding on to what you fucking believe in… it’s about what you know deep down in your heart is good.” Rawlings himself, meanwhile, makes use of his most scintillating track to date, “Kissing Every Day,” to happily declare that he’s “Glad to have you / Glad you even hang around.” 

These sorts of familiar vignettes create a warm, welcoming feeling that permeates every track on Peaked, including its more introverted numbers. “Time Regained” for example, is a dreamy, Slowdive-esque rumination, while “A Repetition” builds on a poignant, piano-based melody with Rawlings murmuring “People are the only thing.” Elsewhere, “(Drowsy)” is a quick, hazy tune, backed by some very ’80s clapping percussion so that it feels like a moment stolen to oneself in the middle of a friend’s cheesy house party. Rawlings deftly pairs his affinity for ambient noise with his talent for writing catchy hooks, landing somewhere in the sweet spot between My Bloody Valentine and The Radio Dept.

Undoubtedly, Sunshine Faces is as “bedroom” as pop can possibly get—lo-fi and fuzzed-out, as though we were listening to a neighbor’s music from the next room over—but there’s nothing gloomy or lonely about these songs. Peaked is the product of someone who is content and grateful for it, so sincere that we feel an immediate sense of kinship to these songs and their simpatico creator. True to his word, Rawlings reaches outward at the same time that he gazes inward, exploring the connections within his own world and, as only the best art will do, establishing one with us along the way.