Eighty Mile Beach
Inclement Weather
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Rating: 6.0
As a general rule, I don't like coffeeshops. Too many 17- year- olds (and
worse, 38- year- old hangers- on) sitting around fooling themselves into
believing they're smarter than the rest of us. If that's so, why do they pay
five bucks for a latte, then go back for two refills? In recent years,
coffeeshops-- like Gaps and gourmet grocery stores-- have annoyed me to no
end by marketing their own CDs. Now all these wanking consumers can take
the banal lounge- jazz they hear over the in- house JBL sound systems home
with them. Whoo.
You've probably heard the music: middling grooves from suburban groovers
that strive to strike a balance between Kind of Blue and Bitches
Brew- era Miles Davis, and make it sound like the roadhouse band on "Twin
Peaks." And they all think they're poets. That's why it pisses me off even
more when I hear music that sounds like it belongs in a coffeeshop... and I
kind of like it.
Australia's Eighty Mile Beach has all the trappings of latte music. Vocalist
Beth Custer rarely changes key and barely sings above a
whisper. Her listless delivery crawls over pseudo- poetic mumbo jumbo as if
she just learned to talk last week. But, she somehow makes it sound good.
It's as if she's the anti- Beth Gibbons: all the drama and despair has been
drawn out of her, and now she's willing to just let the cards fall any which
way.
It also helps that her musical backing, provided by herself (clarinets,
keyboards, trumpet and glass harmonics) and Christian Jones (drum
programming, sampling, turntables, bass and guitars), is also the antithesis
to Portishead's downbeat symphonics. Rather than the sharp trumpet bursts,
Eighty Mile Beach lets loose a longing clarinet or muted trumpet. Rather
than a clangy keyboard, Eighty Mile Beach prefer a cool, Nick Cave- esque
arrangement. I'm not saying it's better than Portishead, but with all the
Bristol Sound fakers coming out of the woodwork lately, it's nice to see a
band pay homage by doing something new with the sound.
The interplay of horns and clarinet combined with a rickety guitar riff on
"Dr. Boleda de Manzanitas" is subtle, yet it keeps your attention. The
tropical samples and slow calypso beat of "There Are No Right Angles Found
in Nature" meld with a warm organ and Custer's slithering vocals for a song
that's actually as sexy as it wants to be. And following right behind, the
title track manages to be somewhat playful, albeit at a sloth- like pace.
There are a couple of tracks that aren't as intriguing, but the only real
failure on Inclement Weather is "Hempen Homespun," a "legalize weed"
tome that sounds like a million other "legalize weed" tomes. It's the kind of
bullshit "It's a travesty" argument that is made by people who are obsessed
with pot, who are often the same people that spend too much time in
coffeeshops. It must have something to do with sitting around doing nothing,
and thinking that nothing amounts to something. It usually doesn't, but for
Eighty Mile Beach, it sometimes does.
-Shan Fowler