Weird, wide world of the People’s Popfest

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by Tim Williams and Jason Lester
Monday, November 12, 2007 00:28

What exactly is Madison Popfest?

That definitely was not a question asked by the handful of students squatting Indian-style on the stage of an otherwise vacant Music Hall Friday night. Instead, they simply absorbed in rapt attention the sing-song spoken word recounting of Bri Smith's journey to Germany, complete with a treatise on spelling reform and a performance art piece in a court jester tragedy-comedy ski mask, featuring the multifaceted foreign personas of "Pizza Face" and "Creepy Face."

But the question remains nonetheless, with probably only two or three acts one could conceivably define as "pop" appearing in the city's annual exploration of the cutting-edge trends in popular music, which is sponsored by the Union Directorate and ran Thursday through Saturday.

So now you ask: Will this random sample of acts big and small answer that burning question, or at least tell me more about "Pizza Face"? Let's find out.

Learn to Party with Andrew W.K. — That's Two W's, Two Dots, One K

Music, of any sort, was not on the table Thursday night, but the energetic crowd in the Memorial Union's Great Hall didn't seem to mind, building up to a roar and standing ovation for the introductory speaker of Popfest, Michigan rocker Andrew W.K.

Without a word, Andrew went over to a piano in the corner of the room and in a deep, lounge leisure-suit voice, thanked the crowd for attending his "fun fun party lecture." He then proceeded to "show" the crowd how he parties, pantomiming a freak-out and waving his chair around on stage in a helicopter spin.

Andrew W.K. admitted he was no degree-carrying partier, saying, "I'm only an expert on myself, and even that's pretty amateurish." However, he was bound by his role for the evening to both speak and motivate, teaching us to better live our lives through a commitment to partying. "Partying can be many things to many people," he noted, saying we should take ownership of our own action, as "we can only do what we want to do. That's all we do."

After a quick shout-out to his "inventors" (parents) in the audience, one of whom attended law school at the University of Wisconsin, Andrew W.K. spent the rest of the time opening up the floor for questions and requests from the audience. Some highlights:

Q: What if you party too hard?

A: "You need to make use of your supple body" before your hipbone turns to "foam."

Q: How can you low-impact party with bad kneecaps?

A: Flail upwards from the hips.

Q: What's the proper diet for partying hard?

A: Your body comes with its own internal system called hunger. If you're trying to gain weight, however, you should eat while eating.

Q: How can you be more like Andrew W.K.?

A: The way to be more like me is to be more like yourself.

The Three Faces of Bri Smith

Lest the sobriety of a roundtable on the Madison pop scene and the soothing if generic strains of guitarist Vid Lipert fully deflate the crowd Friday night, after the antics of Andrew W.K. left so much promise for things to come, the infectious wackiness of Best Friends Forever was wisely added to the schedule. Bri Smith's solo work, as she confessed to the fans gathered at her feet, may not "count as pop" (or "music," really), but it certainly was earnest, crowd-pleasing and iconoclastic, and what more can you ask for from your popular culture?

The UW Music Hall looked suitably festive for the occasion, with wood cloud cutouts dangling precariously above a harvest scene littered with tiny toy army men — at times too precariously, as several times, pieces of set threatened to bury the performers underneath. The choice to relegate most of the acts to the Music Hall also seemed suspect, as the hall was empty except for the big name act — which not-so-ironically was the rising Madison local band Pale Young Gentlemen.

So when Bri Smith brought out a coat rack with a ski mask on it, it seemed like just another prop.

Little did we realize the girl-next-door charms of Smith, bobbing up, down and around the stage while chattering over cheerful hip-hop beats, were to be suddenly replaced with the donning of the hat by the harsh accent of her German compatriots, who played devil and angel to her arrhythmic protests: "But I don't like parties … that much." The audience, perhaps having taken to heart the previous night's lessons, imitated a raucous party with shouts, catcalls and a lyric-halting cell-phone call, much to Smith's sincere delight.

Billy Harvey

Wearing a green and gray suit jacket, Billy Harvey offered up Craig Finn-like insights and nursery rhyme asides while playing against a bassy, rhythmic mixture of audio loops and delay pedals, then proceeded to spread a metallic sheen of guitar noise over it all. He then switched things up with a sparse acoustic song, pivoting on the chorus "Turn, turn, turn." Harvey sang it in a sweet, hushed voice, though the song took one too many turns and veered off-course. Other highlights included a "joke" song about a girl in a candle shop on the beach and the knee-bouncing shuffle of "Piggyback." He also spotted a piano on stage and tapped out a nice tune, though he prefaced it by saying he's never played it in front of an audience.

While continuously pealing off his many layers of clothes, Harvey offered up an ominous sales pitch: "You can say Billy Harvey gave me a CD when his legs still worked."

Harvey had more than a few bum lyrics, however: "There's you/ There's me/ Fighting the everlasting war." Particulary painful and cartoonish on a song where he swiped Ben Folds' hook from "Rockin' the Suburbs." Despite his inconsistency, his winning personality made you wish him future success.

Disco Never Tasted So Good

The night ran woefully over schedule, and by the time the Pale Young Gentleman ended their set of Don't-Call-It-Chamber Pop, nearly all of the audience cleared out. That didn't stop Baby Teeth from putting their all into some feverish dance music, however. The trio, comprised of a blindingly red-shirted drummer, a '70s glam-rock throwback bassist and a hip-shaking keyboardist, sang arena-sized songs with titles like "Swim Team" and "Snake Eyes" — about coming up empty. Their indefatigable spirit was the stuff of sweaty disco nights, training montages, come-from-behind sports victories and Mentos commercials, and soon the remaining audience members piled up to the front of the stage, dancing with their all.

Circuit-Bending Showcase: Demolishing Your Toys Really Was the Best Part

A workshop on circuit-bending was understandably the least-attended event all weekend, tucked in a nook of Lakefront on Langdon Saturday night and shrugged off by the roving gangs of football fans and their quizzical Parents Weekend guests. But for those who dared face their childhood friends and brutally rip open their guts to move around wires and link new sound points on its circuit board, a whole "city" was lit on the battery-powered innards of the toy's "state," as Bianca Pettis, workshop leader and member of Beatrix*JAR put it.

And how is this pop music, again?

"Circuit-bending brings sound and art to people wouldn't call themselves musicians," said the other half of the duo, Jacob Roske.

If this is the music of the revolution, you wouldn't know it from the acts that followed, as the expensive-looking gadgets accompanying the Frankenstein monster-looking complex of dollar-store novelty items all seemed a far cry from the jack-in-the-box sounds coming from the amateur circuit benders.

Rodney Clark, founder of circuit-bending label Tiger Claw Records here in Madison, started things off under the alias Life As Number 5. Grounded in a repeating electronic loop, Clark manipulated dials, knobs, and switches, evoking a drum line playing in a combat zone, the whoosh and rumble of jet planes flying over-head. Another song added telephone dial tones and laser zaps to a hiccupping vocal percussion.

Then came Computron, the administrator of GetLoFi.com, a definitive authority on circuit-bending culture, tips and events around the country. Though at first shrug it would seem that circuit-bending musicians would be at home in the brutal sonics of the noise genre, Computron's warm, organic tones and glitching skips evoked a primitive IDM, electronica stripped to its bare roots. A malfunctioning flat panel screen affixed to his electronic deck, Computron created fluid, moving soundscapes, each flam, alarm clock purr, or down-tempo chime evoking an air of inquisitive wonder. Against this, even the drawling voice of a Union denizen discussing the terrorist implications of Iran and a Korean student loudly making a telephone call became part of the collage of found sounds.

But duo Beatrix*JAR from Minneapolis stole the show with wide grins as it spun trip and hip-hop instrumentals with canned tracks on a laptop and record player augmented by a circuit-bent Speak & Spell and other miscellaneous toys. The resulting sound would not be out of place on a Go! Team album.

Finally, Roth Mobot took the stage. Composed of Tommy Stephenson, who has designed electronic instruments for Animal Collective and Phish, and a bearded, bald ball of energy named Patrick McCarthy, the group forgoes traditional tonal sounds altogether in a dissonant, musique concrete cacophony composed of circuit-bent devices alone. While McCarthy held a shining red apple of uncertain purpose in his right hand and donned a purple helmet of a no-doubt brutal space dictator, the group composed a nervous and unsettled mixture of noise. After establishing a theme, like a customer ordering from a McDonald's drive-thru, they then proceeded to derange it, sending vocals into warp-speed and adding claustrophobic noises of click and chewing insects.

O Canada, We Tip Our Collective Hat to Thee

The members of French-Canadian rockers Malajube wore many hats during their performance — literally, including a top hat, trilby and a Civil War soldier's hat — and their muscular, driving chameleonic rock kept switching things too. Lead vocalist and guitarist Julien Mineau provided a strong head voice akin to Built to Spill's Doug Martsch, tempering keyboardist Thomas Augustin's midrange staccato as a substantial crowd gathered around the stage stomped along. Without losing any of its fire, the band began to lean toward those keyboard, toward full, symphonic sound not unlike fellow countrymen Arcade Fire. In between was the French-accented stage banter of Augustin, who asked to turn down the houselights by saying, "Mr. Who-Does-The-Lights? Can you make them spooky?" The band then shifted into an atmospheric instrumental with a legato keyboard line. Ending their set with a wave of wood shedding distortion and a wild, screaming wail more akin to early Thursday than any indie rock touchstones, Malajube clearly rocked harder than any other band of the weekend.

Bon Iver, the End of Pop?

Capping off the weekend's performances was Bon Iver, the solo project of Eau Claire native Justin Vernon that drew a considerably older crowd familiar with much of his work. Accompanied only by his hollow-body electric and the occasional beating of a foot-pedal bass drum, Vernon sang in an angelic, softly enunciating falsetto usually attained only by choirboys and the late Jeff Buckley. Despite a handful of dead spots and dramatic switches in volume as he maneuvered through his foot pedals, Vernon commanded a strong presence on stage, his voice echoing between two microphones as he played a moody, contemplative set of slowcore made of equal parts Red House Painters and Cat Power. The set ended with "The Wolves (Act I and II)," the audience softly repeating the haunting, plaintive refrain "What might have been lost" as Vernon's voice gradually faded away.

Party tips from experts and schizophrenic critics, make-your-own-keyboards and a final call-and-response: You can't put this stuff on a Britney Spears album, but if you can pretend all these things can speak together, Madison Popfest tells us the "pop" is in the people, not the popular.


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Anonymous (November 29, 2007 @ 9:28am):

Wow, its cool that someone wrote about the event, but please lets get all the facts strait.

"Then came Computron, the administrator of GetLoFi.com, a definitive authority on circuit-bending culture, tips and events around the country." First off its Talking Computron and would call myself a blogger not an administrator, makes it sound like I work in a basement as part of an IT Department.

"Though at first shrug it would seem that circuit-bending musicians would be at home in the brutal sonics of the noise genre, Computron's warm, organic tones and glitching skips evoked a primitive IDM, electronica stripped to its bare roots." I'm not sure if primitive is a good word to describe it, lets use "minimal".

"A malfunctioning flat panel screen affixed to his electronic deck..." Well the panel was not malfunctioning in the sense of not working, as a matter of fact it worked great, rather it is Glitched out with constantly changing random colors and line patterns.

"Computron created fluid, moving soundscapes, each flam, alarm clock purr, or down-tempo chime evoking an air of inquisitive wonder."
Lets use the scientific terms like "Bleep" and "Bloop" to describe the sounds not "alarm clock", everyone hates the alarm clock.

"Against this, even the drawling voice of a Union denizen discussing the terrorist implications of Iran and a Korean student loudly making a telephone call became part of the collage of found sounds." Well I certainly didn't plan for that guy to be part of the show and maybe someone should've told him to take his conversation elsewhere.

Ok, those are my corrections so far. --TC

Anonymous (November 29, 2007 @ 10:24am):

This is the worst thing I've ever read. Clearly you have no concept of culture or how to write about it.
Stop bullshitting and write raw.

Roth Mobot (March 1, 2008 @ 5:26am):

The "shining red apple of uncertain purpose" is a chiming device that has a piezoelectric disk hacked into it to produce huge loud gonging noises - quite lovely really. And the "purple helmet of a no-doubt brutal space dictator" is a circuit bent Optimus Prime Transformer mask. You can see a picture of it and here an MP3 of the performance at www.RothMobot.com. Other than those two details, I think the review is rather flattering - thanks!

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