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Music Reviews

Screaming Females - Castle Talk
»Screaming Females
Castle Talk
Don Giovanni
Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross - The Social Network [Original Soundtrack]
»Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
The Social Network [Original Soundtrack]
The Null Corporation
Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest
Halcyon Digest
No Age - Everything in Between
»No Age
Everything in Between
Sub Pop
Robyn - Body Talk Pt. 1/ Body Talk Pt. 2
Body Talk Pt. 1/ Body Talk Pt. 2
The Walkmen - Lisbon
»The Walkmen
Fat Possum
Treasure State
Woodson Lateral Records

Rating: 4.5/10 ?

January 26, 2005
You glance at your watch for the third time in as many minutes. 6:25. It's raining, hard, and you didn't expect it to do this when you left your apartment twenty minutes ago, so you're standing miserably on the street corner, shivering, sopping wet and not running back down the block and up six flights of stairs to fetch an umbrella, because Gary told you he would be here at ten after, and he's running fifteen minutes late and you don't want to make him run any later by not being here when he finally does arrive.

Another glance, another minute. You gaze at the reflections of streetlamps in puddles and wish you had a cigarette. Just then, you feel your cell phone vibrating in your coat pocket. You quickly take it out to be greeted by a text message from Gary: "Sorry, something came up. Dinner next Wednesday?" Bastard. You sulk back to your high rise, crushing those images of streetlamps with every step, and mentally scouring your fridge in search of some decent leftovers.

We've all experienced letdowns similar to the one above numerous times, and I'd wager that many of them have been far more interesting and would make for much less formulaic pseudo-literature. I bring these images to mind, though, to illustrate just how Migration works.

Treasure State promise a great night on the town, with chiming, jazz-inflected angular guitars peering over athletic bass figures. The band's timid guitar stabs create a pretty legitimate sense of tension and conjure a number of wonderfully frightening possibilities, but never truly develop enough to amount to anything more than nervous, clumsy plucking.

Sure, changes take place over the course of a song, but they're always anticlimactic and wholly unfulfilling - quite often, the guitars simply fill in their clammy pauses with rehashed Kinsella brother chords or some other sort of generic Midwestern indie/emo trope.

After the realization that you'll never reach your imagined destination sets in, the album becomes a chore to listen to. Not only do the individual songs fail to exhibit true progression, but all nine songs as a whole stay stuck in the same mid-'90s Polyvinyl/Jade Tree/Crank! rut, with awkward, strained emo yelps and botched lines like, "Why can't we just talk about /The things that we don't talk about" completing the package. Bummer.

Reviewed by Max Schaefer
Nocturnal qualms and eyes that brim like lamps betoken slender sketches, poetry and short stories strewn alongside piano playing, a fiddling of knobs and murmured dialogue with a medley of electronic gizmo\'s. A twenty-one year old person lodged within the University of Victoria, Max harvests organic sounds on a sullen sampler, watching water unwind like two broad lengths of ribbon and nursing a book below the canopy of a cheery-tree. Max believes that the world is made present by people\'s presence in it and that art is one such way in which a distinctive disclosure might be crafted.

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