The Bowery Presents
MGMT

MGMT

Dinosaur Jr., Kuroma

Fri, December 13, 2013

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

Barclays Center

Brooklyn, NY

$45, $37.50, $22.50

This event is all ages

MGMT
MGMT
Had Andrew and Ben not agreed (probably with a smirk) long ago that, should their ever-evolving musical collaboration called MGMT reach the crucial Third Record Threshold, they'd make that milestone eponymous, "MGMT" (the album) might well have been called something like "Step Into The Club" -- ("because it's like a multi-level club inside of our brains") -- or "Now, That's What I Call Now!" or just "MGMT - NOW!" (like the Rolling Stones' third album), because MGMT has indeed made a very now record.

Songs for anyone who's "going through daily life feeling like an alien," "MGMT" draws seasoned fans and new initiates alike into the band's eureka zone, a psychic oasis offering the opposite of dumbed-down (smarted-up?) as sympathetic counsel or support for something like chronic mis-aligned-multiple-reality syndrome, DejaVu-DO or Modern malaise -- whatever you want to call it. With their resplendent third album, Ben and Andrew finally open up the MGMT inner sanctum through a brand-new sound that's about what it's all about: "sinking in -- and forgetting about time."

With these ten irreducible new tracks, Andrew and Ben have significantly enhanced the MGMT catalog, definitively shattering any remnants of creative confines or stylistic pigeon holes, while continuing a pattern of naming a record years before new music exists (they'd christened their second album "Congratulations" before their first, "Oracular Spectacular," had even been released). Both minimal and maximal, "MGMT" is the band's most fully-realized, provocative and accessible collection to-date; a dense swirling force-field of musical energies, once again shoving open the perimeters of pop.

The 21st century is finally, literally, in its teen years and MGMT -- labeled "futurist pop" in 2007, when their earliest songs "Kids," "Time To Pretend" and "Electric Feel" were palpably feeding the youthful zeitgeist -- are responding to our current times with a refined, focused celebration of liberated consciousness, reflecting and refracting the human experience and our intersecting, increasingly complicated relationship with nature, technology and each other. "MGMT" is prismatically post-political. "It's not ironic," says Ben. "It's take-it-at-face-value, but these days face value is pretty crazy."

MGMT fans got their first taste of the eponymous third album when "Alien Days" was released as a limited edition single for Record Store Day in April 2013. Opening with the pure voice of a nine-year-old boy and culminating in a blown out repeating tear, "Alien Days" serves as a thesis statement of sorts -- suggesting that "MGMT" is both tangible and ineffable, otherworldly yet grounded somewhere very near and dear -- effectively bridging the stream flowing through the first two albums and confidently opening a sonic portal to the budding worlds that follow.

Zip into "Cool Song No. 2" (Remote Sensing) and "MGMT" quickly settles into a meditative groove, breezing into infinity like cartoon train tracks converging on the horizon, always shadowed by some insidious paranoid zonk; a twisted branch of transcendence just out of reach.

Partially inspired by a close friend who'd contracted a near-fatal lung infection and woken up in the clutches of opiate dependency, "Mystery Disease" sees convergence through another lens -- obscured, algorithmic and constantly shifting focus. The entrancing "Mystery Disease" may be life itself, or sentience, or some parasitic temptress hidden in the microbes of eternity.

The paradoxically confident "Introspection" is a cover of a long-buried 1968 nugget by Faine Jade, a flowery Long Island psychedelic garage band, proving remarkably prescient with a chorus that plaintively asks: "Why have all the prophets lied?"

"Astro-Mancy" was one of the last songs completed for "MGMT" and is one of the album's musical tours de force. Drawing lyrical inspiration from a poem by the surrealist bard Phillip Lamantia and a spectacularly other-worldly Aurora Borealis display Andrew witnessed while alone in Iceland, its words are enveloped in a breathing, pulsating organic quilt of fuzz and digital birds.

The album concludes with the anachronistically-named "An Orphan of Fortune," built around a crystalline chord progression mined from one of the many long improvisations recorded while at Dave Fridmann's Tarbox Road Studios. "We always felt it would make a good last song for the album," says Andrew. "Once I finished the lyrics, something clicked and it felt like the whole album made more sense. Lyrically, that's what I was trying to do with that one -- reference the other songs on the album and summarize the major feelings throughout...being shot through life all the time and learning how to watch it all flow by...realizing that you're an observer."

"MGMT" was written, performed and produced entirely by Ben and Andrew (with the exception of the young boy's vocals on "Alien Days"), the duo having returned for a third time to the familiar, humble wooded facilities of Tarbox Road Studios in Western New York state. With Dave Fridmann behind the console as co-producer/mixer/engineer and one-man support group, Ben and Andrew continuously experimented with new working processes, expanding on the creative chemistry they developed over the course of a decade of musical partnership. They struck a balance between control and abandon, allowing themselves the freedom to let the music tell them where it wanted to go. The initial writing period recalled the pair's collegiate days of free form composition. "Just for fun, we started jamming a lot," says Ben. "Just the two of us setting up synths and drum machines in the studio, sequencing things and going for hours on end. We were picking out sections of jams, editing them down in a way that resembled song structures, then doing overdubs on that. If there was some crazy thing that happened once, that often became part of the final song."

Ben Goldwasser and Andrew VanWyngarden formed the first incarnation of MGMT (then called "the management") as fellow students at Wesleyan University in 2001, taking root in the school's fertile grassy hills as some improbable synthesis of Fugsian merry pranking and early 2000s Billboard pop wanking. Having toured twice with kindred spirits Of Montreal and released a 1000-copy EP on tiny indie label Cantora Records, MGMT miraculously signed with Columbia Records in November 2006, completing and recording their first album by the next spring, their first collaboration with producer Dave Fridmann.

With the wide release of "Oracular Spectacular" in January of 2008, MGMT's reputation began snowballing, nay avalanching, on both sides of the Atlantic. The UK's NME dubbed them "the best NY band about" in typical NME style, while Rolling Stone proclaimed them one of the "Top 10 Artists to Watch in 2008."

"Oracular Spectacular" went on to hit #1 on the Billboard Top Heatseekers chart in the United States and proved especially popular with fans and critics in Europe and the UK, where it entered the charts at #12 in England and #5 in Ireland. Today, it is consistently ranked amongst the most celebrated pop albums of the 21st century.

Ben and Andrew brought on friends Will Berman (drums), James Richardson (guitar), and Matt Asti (bass) to tour major festivals and clubs all over the freaking place in 2008, sharing the stage and smudging the sage on successful tours with Beck, Yeasayer, Radiohead, Florence And The Machine and Tame Impala. Being on the road served as a true rock and roll immersion program that was a far cry from the tiny dorm room shows they were playing just three years prior; over the course of these 18 months, they transformed from a shaky rookie live act to a solid, well-respected psychedelic rock spectacle.

Without skipping a beat, the duo, along with the live band, began writing and recording their sophomore release in early 2009. "Congratulations" was released in April 2010, debuting at #2 on the Billboard 200. An inward-looking and softly-reflective 9-song folk-rock/post-punk suite co-produced by the legendary Pete Kember, the album initially threw some for a loop but eventually solidified a lasting core of MGMT devotees who lovingly gravitated toward the band's honest and staunch reluctance to clone formulaic pop in the name of commercial success. The band performed "Flash Delirium" and "Brian Eno" on Saturday Night Live and toured extensively across the globe in support of the album, truly honing their show into a razor-sharp live experience.

After a fair bit of well-deserved down time in their home town of New York City, Ben and Andrew sat down in early 2012 and tried to pinpoint their mutual artistic goals for their third, self-titled LP. They wanted more space -- more freedom -- letting small ideas develop before self-consciously shutting them down; perhaps getting even further removed from that faintly lingering college mentality of intentionally making the listener uncomfortable.

"This album feels to us like coming down to earth in a way," admits Ben. "We're trying to be accessible but we're trying to do something new within the realm of pop music. When we finally came close to finishing "MGMT," everyone in the studio had the feeling that we'd made something really great."

With this band, one can be pretty certain that many others will feel the very same way.
Dinosaur Jr.
Dinosaur Jr.
Although always as loud as god, it was easy to convince yourself the music of Dinosuar Jr was far more passive than aggressive. This myth exploded in a hail of flaming toads in the spring of 1989, when the band’s original trio line-up burst like a ripe sac of pus. In the intervening years there have been various versions of Dinosaur Jr, several of which made use of ur-drummer, Murph; but none of them included prodigal bassist, Lou Barlow. Until now. Until Beyond.
There was a sense that some all-new form of togetherness might happen when J and Lou’s old band, Deep Wound, played a short reunion “set” at a benefit Sonic Youth headlined in Northampton, Massachusetts. For all the acrimony that was predicted to hang over the proceedings, Deep Wound’s set was pretty mellow – for a hardcore band, anyway – and, since reissues of their first three albums were in the works, the possibility of a Dino reunion was something that seemed surprsingly imaginable all of a sudden.
Every Dinosaur Jr album has its share of great songs, but there was something almost holy about that first trinity and the band that created them. It’s true this piece began by calling them passive, but most fans knew it was only their surface that was placid. At its best, the trio’s music (its guts) was like a version of the Stooges that didn’t have Iggy – just one of the Ashetons mumbling vocals while they all slugged the crap out of their instruments. Dino Jr’s sound was actually a roiling sea of emotion and rage and a sense of aggro that had been forged into a bizarre metal-punk-pop-whatsis by obsessive listening to Sabbath, the Birthday Party, The Cure, Blitz and Neil Young. Do you remember that Little Rascals film where Alfala eats a hot dog and a hamburger immediately before he gets into a boxing match? An animated hot dog and hamburger get into a boxing match in his stomach. Well, Dinosaur Jr’s influences were like that – except it was more like a Texas Cage Match where Neil and Nick yanked on each other’s hair while Nidge and Robert and Ozzy threw buckets of boiling urine into everybody’s eyes. How could any band be expected to contain such carnage without cracking?
The reunion was undertaken in ’05. At first it was tentative – a TV show here, a club appearance and some Japanese dates there. Just to support the reissues, you understand. But it actually went okay! I mean, it felt cool and it sounded great. In the 15 years since the original trio had toured a lot had changed. The mix of influences and the sheer volume of the music were no longer a semiotic problem for fans. Heck, some of Dino’s songs were now viewed as Classic Rock – and even the squares were finally ready for it.
Touring continued into ’06 and the band’s strengths were constantly increasing. When their equipment van was swiped a couple days before the Osheaga Festival in Montreal, it didn’t faze them. “No big deal,” J says. “That show was amazing,” Kim Gordon says. “It was almost like they’d been reborn as a hardcore band.”
The last time I saw them was at ATP’s Nightmare Before Christmas festival in England. Their first gig was so packed that another was added at the last minute. The band exploded, but in a far different way than they had in ’89. Dinosaur Jr created a tornado of huzz and howl that lifted the massed attendees into the air then dashed their brains out with power and volume and sheer mass. Total genius.
But I’ve gotta admit, I was a little trepidatious when I heard they’d recorded a new album at J’s Bisquiteen Studio in Amherst. It’s one thing to go on the road, playing hand-picked selections from your back pages, quite another to create a new set, especially when you’ve cranked expectations so high by parading all the hits around for the previous year. But my fears were worth dick.
Beyond is a monster of form. From the staggeringly paced guitar spew that opens “Almost Ready” to classic soft/throb dynamism of “What If I Knew,” Beyond is an exquisite slab of pure Dinosaur Jr. It’s hard to understand the alchemical relationships that exist within certain bands. Some groups can change line-ups without anyone noticing. But that was never really the case with Dinosaur Jr. The pieces that fell away over the years were missed. But now they have all been collected together in one place. For how long no one can say. So just dig it while it is,
Because Beyond is beautiful.
Kuroma
Kuroma
Formed in 2007, Kuroma is the brainchild of Hank Sullivant. After various lineups and two albums (Paris in 2007 and Psychopomp in 2010), Sullivant joined forces with Simon O'Connor, James Richardson, and Ted Humphrey in early 2012. Four Songs For Fifty States is the group's first recording shortly after forming and was just released on the Bigger Splash label in the UK, mixed by Emery Dobyns (Patti Smith) who volunteered his services after seeing the quartet's debut at Glasslands in Brooklyn.

Will Berman has since replaced Ted Humphrey on drums. Kuroma will support MGMT on a North American tour this spring. The group is currently finishing its upcoming album Kuromaroma with Ben Goldwasser producing.
Venue Information:
Barclays Center
620 Atlantic Ave
Brooklyn, NY, 11217