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CODA.

CODA has become the top underdog to win Best Picture after taking the top honors at the Screen Actors Guild and Producers Guild of America awards in the last few weeks, buoyed by Jane Campion tone-deaf comments at the Critics Choice Awards when The Power of the Dog won the top prize there. It’s definitely the feel-good movie of the year, and well-executed for its type, but it’s formulaic and predictable enough that it doesn’t belong in the Best Picture conversation despite its positives. (It’s available to stream free on Apple TV+.)

Ruby Rossi (Emilia Jones) is the CODA of the title – a Child of Deaf Adults, born hearing to deaf parents (Troy Kotsur, nominated for Best Supporting Actor, and Marlee Matlin) and with a deaf older brother (Daniel Durant). The family lives in Gloucester, on the north shore of Massachusetts, and runs a fishing boat, for which they depend on Ruby as the one hearing member of the family, thus keeping them in compliance with Coast Guard rules. Ruby loves to sing, and if you can’t see where this going, you might not have seen a movie before. Of course, the music teacher at Ruby’s school (Eugenio Derbez) hears Ruby and suggests she apply to Berklee, offering to help her prepare for her audition, forcing her to choose between her family and a career.

As a coming-of-age story, CODA checks the right boxes, not least of which is the humor essential to this sort of narrative. Ruby’s parents are impossible, probably too much so to be credible, but because the film largely works from her point of view, it works because just about every teenager thinks their parents are impossible. Kotsur is fantastic, including a few scenes where he improvised some dialogue, not just in his scenes with Ruby but also in the subplot about the decline of commercial fishing in general and the way that the single buyer for fish at their port seems to take advantage of the family when Ruby isn’t there. (More on that in a moment.) Ruby is also bullied at school, in part because when she first started attending she spoke ‘funny,’ but also because her family fishes for a living, even though they are hardly the only family in town to do so – and, by the way, where exactly are the Gloucester accents? – which gets in the way of her crush on Miles (Ferdia Walsh-Peelo of Sing Street), who the music teacher assigns to do a duet with Ruby, because of course he does.

CODA follows a pretty clear formula from start to finish, and you’ll see everything coming a mile away, right down to the big finish. It at least improves on the French original by casting deaf actors in the roles of the deaf characters, but this is still a paint-by-numbers script, and it centers the experiences of Ruby over those of her family members, as if to say that the burden of being a hearing person in a deaf family is greater or more important than the burden of being a deaf person in a hearing world. That includes some nonsensical scenes at a doctor’s office and in a court where Ruby translates for her father, even though the Americans with Disabilities Act requires the provision of an interpreter in both settings. This isn’t just a plot contrivance – it violates a federal law, and a half an hour or so north of Boston, this just isn’t going to happen. The doctor’s office scene is mined for Ruby’s embarrassment, but the courtroom scene is there just to underline how helpless her family will be without her there, and that’s both wrong and embarrassing for the screenwriters – who are hearing, by the way, and appear to miss the boat (pun intended) several times on deaf experience and culture. (Here’s a take from a deaf writer who found the film frustrating for that reason.) You know she’s going to nail the audition and get the guy and figure something out with her parents, because that’s just how these movies work.

The film does do many things right, starting with representation of deaf people in the first place, although I’d like to know where the family’s deaf friends, who are mentioned but never seen, are hiding for the entire film. This world is built by people without disabilities for people without disabilities, and if you have a disability of some sort, whether it’s mobility, sight, hearing, or something else, you will find the world has built extra obstacles for you because the easiest and cheapest path was to pretend that you don’t exist. Ruby’s family ends up playing an important role among the fishing community as they push back against an exploitative middleman and what they perceive as overregulation (for which they must pay directly), and that wouldn’t happen if Ruby weren’t there to interpret in both directions at one critical public meeting. It’s a sign of what’s lost to everyone when we marginalize any set of people, and shows the isolation of her family while also providing several humorous moments.

Kotsur’s performance rivals that of Kodi Smit-McPhee’s for the best by an actor in a supporting role, and I’d be good with either winning the Oscar in that category on Sunday. Jones’s work might be flying under the radar too much, but she’s also excellent, with great comedic timing and a lovely singing voice that at least makes it plausible that her teacher would react to her singing the way he does. Derbez’s character is ridiculous, but he plays the hell out of it, and I challenge you not to like him as he leans into the artiste stereotype, flipping his hair and rolling the r in his name, Bernardo, for about ten seconds each time he says it. By the time she gets to the audition at Berklee, which you know the whole time she’s going to end up attending, the script just piles one absurd element on top of another to get to the desired outcome. It’s charming, but you’re just going to have to accept the unreality of it, and that’s a shame given the movie’s clear intent to put deaf people and deaf culture in the center of the story. It’s an entertaining film, but not a great one, better honored for its performances than for the script or the film as a whole.

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Stick to baseball, 3/19/22.

I had a surprisingly busy week, writing five pieces for The Athletic about some of the big trades and signings since the lockout ended

My podcast guest this week was old friend Joe Sheehan, talking about the CBA and what transactions had already taken place at the time we spoke on Monday afternoon. Listen via The Athletic or subscribe on iTunes, Amazon, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts.

Over at Paste, I reviewed MicroMacro Crime City, the Spiel des Jahres winner for 2021, a mystery game that asks you to solve a series of 16 cases by examining a giant map and answering a set of questions. It’s fun and novel, but it’s one-and-done – once you finish the 16 cases, you’ve completed the game.

And now, the links:

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→ March 18, 2022
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Drive My Car.

Drive My Car has become the critical favorite of awards season, winning the best film prize from the LA Film Critics Association, New York Film Critics Circle, and the National Society of Film Critics, a trifecta that has happened six times previously, with the last four films to do so going on to win Best Picture. It spurred one of the best pieces I’ve read on movies in this, a  cycle, Justin Chang’s piece from late January arguing for the Oscars to nominate the film – his favorite of 2021 – for Best Picture. He was right, and the film did get the Best Picture nod it deserved, as well as nominations for Best Director and Best International Film. After Jane Campion’s tone-deaf, ill-timed comments at the Critics Choice Awards, which came just four days before voting opened, it might even have a chance to win the big prize.

Based on a brief short story by Haruki Murakami, Drive My Car is a three-hour meditation on grief and recovering from loss, beautifully shot and acted, with a script that pulls great emotion from small moments and quiet interactions among its characters. Yusuke Kafuku (Hidetoshi Nishijima) is a stage director and actor whose wife Oto (Reika Kirishima) narrates stories she creates for him during and after they have sex. Shortly after Yusuke discovers that she’s cheating on him, he returns home to find her dead on the floor of a cerebral hemorrhage. Two years later, he’s invited to stage his version of Anton Chekhov’s Uncle Vanya, a multilingual production, in Hiroshima, where his contract requires him to stay an hour away and use a driver, Misaki (T?ko Miura), to get him back and forth. These drives, and the conversations that take place in the car, explore the two characters’ traumas and share difficulty coping with their grief and guilt over what they might have done differently to prevent the tragedies in their pasts.

Drive My Car immerses you in its world, the one facet it shares with Murakami’s writing – it’s akin to living inside of someone else’s dream for three hours, thanks to the gorgeous shots of Hiroshima and the unhurried plot, which reveals its secrets naturally, as the relationship between Yusuke and Misaki develops and the two begin to confide in each other. Yusuke and Oto lost a child earlier in their marriage, which we learn in oblique fashion near the start of the film but without any explanation, which only adds to Yusuke’s guilt and grief over losing his wife – especially since he never had a chance to confront her about her infidelity. He ends up hiring the actor with whom she cheated to play the title character in Uncle Vanya, with what seems like ill intent, but after an intense conversation between the two in the back of the car where the actor tells Yusuke the end of a story that Oto had never finished, his view softens and he realizes there were things about his wife he never knew.

There are some strange plot contrivances that never quite pay off. Yusuke develops glaucoma in one eye, which he discovers after the condition causes him to get into a car accident, which you’d think would be reason enough for him to end up with a driver. Instead, the glaucoma never comes up again in the film, and the screenwriters concoct this bizarre contract with the theater to force him to use a driver – which he’s reluctant to do because of the importance of his routine while driving, right down to the car itself, which we learn is closely associated in his mind with his wife. Getting Yusuke a driver is central to the unfolding of the story, but the glaucoma could have been the reason for it – or it didn’t need to be in the film at all.

I have never seen or heard any performance of Uncle Vanya, so I read the Wikipedia summary of the play to try to understand what was happening on the stage within the film, as well as its connection to the overall plot. (There’s a brief scene near the start of the film where Yusuke appears in a production of Waiting for Godot, a story about two people waiting for a third, unseen person who never comes, talking endlessly about it, which seems like a more obvious parallel to the story of Yusuke and Misaki.) The actors in the play speak different languages and often can’t understand each other without Yusuke or his local assistant translating, with actors who speak Mandarin, English, Korean, and Korean Sign Language in the production, but despite diffident direction from Yusuke, several of the actors experience breakthroughs while working with the material, forming bonds with each other and connecting more with the characters, an allegory for Yusuke’s own resistance to exploring his own grief or just his own emotions. Two of the main characters in Chekhov’s play are stuck, pining for the same woman, the wife of Vanya’s brother-in-law, whose first wife (Vanya’s sister) has died. Vanya has dedicated most of his life to managing his brother-in-law’s estate, but realizes that he’s wasted his time on a man of limited ability and even less sense of the value of other people, all while waiting for a woman who is unavailable to him.

Much commentary about Drive My Car has focused on how well it translates the dreamlike nature of Murakami’s writing to the screen. The comments get it half right. This film does replicate the all-consuming aspect of Murakami’s work, but that’s found in his novels, not in his short stories; the stores in Men Without Women, the collection where “Drive My Car” appears, are scant, like shadows of ideas, and lack the texture or altered realities of most of his novels. The comments also constitute Burning erasure, as that film, the best of 2018, followed the same formula, extrapolating a wispy Murakami short story into a film well over two hours long that developed its characters (its men, at least) and created layers of back story and scene. Drive My Car does so as well, with strong performances by both of its leads, and offers a thematic and visual complexity absent from the story on which it is loosely based. It’s the best movie I’ve seen from 2021 so far, with just two Best Picture nominees (CODA and Don’t Look Up) and at least two significant international films (Playground and Petite Maman), and while the odds are still against it winning Best Picture or Best Director, it absolutely deserves both honors.

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The Worst Person in the World.

Joachim Trier’s The Worst Person in the World earned two Oscar nominations this year, for Best International Feature Film and Best Original Screenplay, and should have gotten a third for Renate Reinsve as Best Actress. It’s a blast to watch, particularly because Reinsve is so charming and so convincing as the main character, but there’s a superficiality to the story that made the movie less satisfying than it could have been in a different writer’s hands.

Reinsve plays Julie, a woman about to turn 30 who is trying to figure out her life, dropping out of med school as the film begins to become a photographer, where she meets Aksel, an author of underground comic books who is about 14 years her senior. They begin a relationship despite his warning to her that she still needs to find herself, that he’s too old for her, and that they’ll want different things – which, of course, eventually turns out to be true, as they meet his friends, discuss having children, and, of course, meet other people. The movie unfolds in twelve ‘chapters,’ as well as a prologue and epilogue, each showing a small anecdote or slice of Julie’s life, ranging from funny to tragic, as she navigates her love life, her family, and more.

This film succeeds because of Reinsve, who looks younger than Julie’s age despite being about 32 when the movie was filmed. She’s so compelling from the moment we first see her, with a smile that fills the screen, yet over the course of the twelve episodes that constitute the film, she not only gives the character depth but makes it clear why she is the center of this particular universe. Julie is flawed but full of life, so that we can see her make mistakes, or at least what might be mistakes, and still be completely invested in her story. She’s the prototypical character who you just believe will come out all right in the end, without becoming hackneyed or unlikeable.

The script, however, is another matter. The plot is a bit beside the point, but it depends on two very fortunate twists that seem awfully convenient for the purposes of Julie’s story, getting her to the right people and places at those moments in the film. It serves to underscore how shallow the story is: this is a woman’s late 20s as seen through the eyes of a man. Julie doesn’t seem to have any friends of her own, and never has a conversation with another woman in the film without a man there – even then, those conversations are nearly always about a man, often Julie’s father, who lives with her stepmom and their daughter and takes no interest in Julie’s life at all. The movie views the life of a woman turning 30 primarily through the question of whether she wants children, and how that affects her relationships with men. Her career is an afterthought – we barely see her pick up a camera for about 10 chapters, and when she’s working at all, it’s in a chain bookstore, with no mention of photography or another career. Even the essay she writes that goes viral is about her relationship to men. Julie does have agency, and shows it in romantic relationships, so it’s puzzling to see her portrayed as lacking initiative or authority in other aspects of her life.

The Worst Person in the World has some gorgeous shots in and around Oslo, including a running scene – every great film this year had to have a running scene, it’s in the rules – that might be the most memorable sequence of 2021 for me. There are many fantastic shots, and Kasper Tuxen’s cinematography makes this a film in which you want to just exist. It’s also funny and bittersweet and often heartwarming, but in the end, I found it all a bit exasperating, not least because Trier ends the film with an improbable epilogue drowned out by the pretentious “Waters of March” by Art Garfunkel. Reinsve is so incredible that I’d still recommend the film – and can’t get over the nominations of three women doing impersonations for Best Actress over her – but wish that the two men who wrote it had considered getting a woman’s perspective on it.

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West Side Story.

StevenSpielberg had wanted to film a new version of the 1957 musical West Side Story, which was first adapted in 1961 in a film that won Best Picture, for several years before filming began in July of 2019. This new version, with a script by Tony Kushner that hews more closely to the original stage play at several points, was delayed by a year due to the pandemic, but came out in time to be eligible for this year’s Oscars, earning seven nominations, including Best Picture, Best Director, and Best Supporting Actress for Ariana DuBose. It’s better than the 1961 film in some ways, worse in others, making it a perfectly fine film that nobody actually needed.

The framework of the story is the same as that of the first film: Two gangs of street toughs are engaged in a turf war on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, the largely Puerto Rican Sharks and the white Jets, led by Bernardo (David Alvarez) and Riff (Mike Faist), respectively. Tony used to be in the Jets before he went to jail, and is trying to go straight now that he’s home, but at a community dance where both gangs arrive with their girls, he meets Bernardo’s sister, Maria (Rachel Zegler), and the two fall immediately in love. Tony works at Doc’s, which is managed by Doc’s Puerto Rican widow (Rita Moreno), who advises him against pursuing Maria while helping him learn some Spanish phrases. Bernardo isn’t happy to see his sister with a white guy, and wants her to marry his friend Chino (Josh Andrés Rivera), while Bernardo himself is with Maria’s friend Anita (DuBose). The two gangs decide to hold a “rumble,” a fight that ends up leaving two dead and has disastrous consequences for the star-crossed lovers.

I’ll save the biggest problem for last, but one major flaw in this version of West Side Story is that Ansel Elgort sucks. He wasn’t good in Baby Driver, where he barely had to do anything, but he’s awful here in every way – he’s stiff, uncharismatic, and dull, and his singing is the worst of any major character. Casting him was a poor choice, underscored by how much better Faist is as Riff – he’s a rascal, but has all the charm that Elgort lacks, and he owns every scene the two have together. Zegler is far better as a singer and actor than Elgort is, and unlike most of the cast, looks close to the age of her character. In general, the women in the film outshine the men, and the Jets’ big number, “Officer Krupke,” is one of the songs that’s clearly inferior to that of the original film.

There are some small differences from the 1961 film that do improve the end result, not least of which is employing Latinx actors as the Sharks and their girlfriends. The original had Natalie Wood, the daughter of Russian immigrants, in the lead role as Maria, and George Chakiris, the son of Greek immigrants, as her brother Bernardo. Both used comically bad accents that sounded more like mockery than imitation. Zegler and Elgort do their own singing, which neither of their counterparts did in the 1961 film. The character of Anybodys, a tomboyish Jets wannabe played by Susan Oakes in the original, is now much more fleshed out here, depicted as a trans man and played by iris menas, a nonbinary and trans actor. It’s a win for representation, but also adds substantially to the story, with Anybodys the character who gains the most in depth and screen time between the original and the remake. The audio quality is improved, of course, although sometimes that works against the singers, such as the men in “America,” whose vocals sound tinny, especially in comparison to the women on that song.

West Side Story can’t escape its fundamental, ontological problem: There is no good reason for this film to exist. The story is the same. The songs are all the same. The choreography is the same – perhaps captured more effectively by better camerawork and modern technology, but it’s still the same old song and dance. Elgort is a dud, a poor actor and mediocre singer whose hold on Maria is hard to believe. It’s a nostalgia play for Spielberg, and I’m sure 20th Century/Disney thought it would be a huge moneymaker, although that was foiled by the pandemic. For this film to get seven Oscar nominations while the superior In the Heights got zero – not even one for a song! – is a travesty.

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Stick to baseball, 3/13/22.

I released my first ranking of draft prospects for 2022 over on The Athletic, and held a live Q&A to take questions about it. I also wrote up the two trades from Saturday night, involving Chris Bassitt and Isiah Kiner-Falefa/Mitch Garver.

Over at Paste, I reviewed The Adventures of Robin Hood, a narrative game from the designer of the Legends of Andor, but with simpler mechanics and a clever encounter system with a two-layered board.

I spoke with the Locked On Dodgers podcast in a two-part interview you can watch here and here. I also sent a new issue of my free email newsletter, talking about Monty Python and the development of my sense of humor.

And now, the links…

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Out of Line.

I don’t play many video games, just because of the time involved in them, not due to any lack of interest – I often enjoy them and get very sucked in, and I can lose dozens of hours to a good narrative-based game, almost regardless of genre. Somewhere along the way last year, I heard about a shorter puzzle-based game called Out of Line, and was caught immediately by the novel 2-D art style. I picked it up last week when it was on sale on Steam, and played through the whole thing in a couple of hours this week. I think it’s fantastic, and that shorter play time works so much better for me than a 100-hour game like Elden Ring – even if I might really enjoy the latter game too.

You play as the very cute character San, and must complete a series of tasks as you move left to right through an underground space to try to escape whatever weird situation you’re stuck in. Early in the game, you get a spear, which is the only weapon you’ll own in the game, although you can use it to do a number of things, like severing branches, creating tightropes, or, most often, shooting it into a wall so you can use it to climb. You get a couple of instructions in the game when you encounter a very specific new challenge, but otherwise, you’re left to figure it out on your own, using nothing but the left and right arrow keys and the two mouse/trackpad buttons. You’ll get some help from NPCs along the way, but you nearly always have to do something to ‘earn’ that help.

The majority of the puzzles involve a combination of figuring out what you need to do, usually using your spear, and some difficulty executing it with a combination of mouse clicks and keystrokes, often before something bad happens. When you do fail, you just restart from a point usually just prior to the point of failure, so it’s not that devastating if you can’t do it the first time – I did one task at least eight times before I got it right, and I was annoyed, but I wasn’t driven to give up or think the game is impossible or something. There was also one sequence in the game that I couldn’t figure out, and went to a playthrough video on Youtube to get the first clue.There was another puzzle I did know how to solve, but couldn’t execute, and thought my idea was wrong, so I went to the walkthrough and it turned out I just had to do the steps more quickly. I don’t have a ton of experience with games like this, but that seems like a reasonable ratio, and it’s possible the issue was my inexperience rather than anything with the game.

San and his spear.

There’s a story behind the game, but it doesn’t matter much to the game play. You don’t need to know anything of it to play, and getting to the end doesn’t give you a conclusion to the narrative, either. The lack of a prologue, combined with the absence of any sort of tutorial, did mean that I didn’t realize there were certain tasks I could have completed to get to 100%, some of which were as simple as just moving to the left in a new environment to collect a cube before resuming the endless scroll to the right. There are 16 achievements in the game, and I only got 12 of them, so I clearly missed some cues here.

I do recommend Out of Line, based solely on how much I enjoyed the playing experience. It looks incredible, with a unique hand-drawn art style that also made it simple to see the goal for each challenge – crossing a chasm, climbing something, opening a gate, and so on. Some puzzles were very simple, some appropriately difficult, but nothing was impossible, even the one where I had to go online for a tip. I’m not sure if there’s much replay value here; twice might be the limit, once to learn the game, then once to try to do it 100%. The walkthrough I found online only takes about 70-75 minutes all the way through, while my one play probably took me 2.5 to 3 hours of active playing time. For the $5 and change I paid for the game, that’s great value.

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→ March 9, 2022
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Belfast.

Belfast nabbed seven Oscar nominations this year, including nods for Best Picture, Best Director, and both Supporting acting categories, which seems like a decided lack of ambition for the voters. It is a perfectly fine film, pleasant and funny with enough of a serious underpinning to make it more than just a slice-of-life story, but there just isn’t that much to it, and if anything, the Academy whiffed on the one category where it deserved a nomination – Best Actress.

Belfast follows nine-year-old Buddy, a Protestant boy in 1969 in the titular city, the capital of Northern Ireland and the main site of the sectarian violence known as the Troubles that had begun just a few years previously. Buddy’s father (Jamie Dornan) works in England, only returning home every few weeks, so Buddy spends most of his time at home with his mother (Caitrona Balfe) and grandparents (Ciaran Hinds and Judi Dench, both of whom got Oscar nominations). He goes to school, where he has a crush on the smartest girl in the class, Catherine (Olive Tennant – yes, David’s daughter), and gets into trouble with his degenerate cousin, Moira, whose only role in the story is to shoplift. Buddy’s father also has to deal with the Protestant thug Billy (Colin Morgan), who insists that he must come to fight on the Protestant side or be considered a traitor and a target. When the August 1969 riots come to their quiet street, the situation becomes untenable, and forces the family to decide whether to stay in the neighborhood where they’ve always lived or take a job offer in England.

Branagh can be a heavy-handed director, but he works with a lighter touch here that reminded me of his work on Much Ado About Nothing, where he hammed it up as Benedick but largely let his actors (and the outstanding dialogue) do the work. Other than the decision to make this film black and white, a showy choice given the year in which the film’s events take place, Branagh stays out of the way, and the script has just one scene that doesn’t work (the club, although it was surprising to hear Dornan can sing), while the rest of the film provides the contrast between the mundanity of quotidian life and the stress of knowing that the place you were made is now less safe for you and your kids. It’s a slight film, but strong for its size, and gets in and out in about 90 minutes, just right for this sort of story. I just keep coming back to the film’s total lack of ambition – I’d say it’s like a novella, rather than a novel, but it’s not a matter of its running time (or page count). Belfast isn’t trying to do anything. It has very modest goals and it executes them well.

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Music update, February 2022.

February turned out to be a loaded month for music, especially album releases, with The Wombats’ Fix Yourself, Not the World and Frank Turner’s FTHC two of my favorites, while Gang of Youths’ angel in realtime was a letdown after three great singles leading up to the release. I still need to listen to Black Country, New Road’s new album, and re-listen to the new LPs from White Lies and Band of Horses (which came out on Friday). In the meantime, here’s my latest playlist, which you can see here if you can’t see the widget below.

Everything Everything – Bad Friday. I love the way this song recalls the frenetic energy of some of EE’s best tracks, from “Cough Cough” to “Kemosabe” to “My Kz, Ur Bf” and “Planets.” The English art-rock quartet will release their sixth album, Raw Data Feel, on May 20th.

Portugal. The Man – What, Me Worry? Five years after Woodstock made the band into stars, led by the all-timer hit “Feel It Still,” the Portland-based rockers will return with their ninth album this June, and have just begun a U.S. tour with alt-J.

Arlo Parks – Softly. Parks’ first new music since her Mercury Prize-winning debut album Collapsed in Sunbeams came out in January of 2021 is this shimmering new track that contrasts sunny music with melancholy lyrics about a dying relationship. She told NME that she’s expanding her musical palette, which I take as a great sign.

Mattiel – Lighthouse. Featuring one of the best pop hooks of the year so far, this is the second single in advance of the Atlanta indie-rock duo’s third album, Georgia Gothic, on March 18th. I get a big Swing Out Sister vibe from the song, maybe just because of the lead singer’s voice.

Pillow Queens – Be By Your Side. I think this is the first Pillow Queens track I’ve heard, but their 2020 debut album In Waiting earned some very positive reviews; I’m fairly sure Spotify’s algorithm put it on my Release Radar because I love whenyoung, another Irish band that mines similar sonic territory.

Foals – 2am. Life is Yours, Foals’ seventh album, is due out on June 17th, and this is the second banger so far from the record, after last fall’s outstanding “Wake Me Up.”

Sunflower Bean – Who Put You Up to This? Great guitar work here, unusual for Sunflower Bean, whose previous songs have been more muted and driven by bright melodies.

Just Mustard – Still. This Irish shoegaze band first showed up on my playlists in 2019, with the singles “October” and “Seven,” but this is their first new music since then and comes with an announcement of a new album, Heart Under, due out in May. I enjoy the hard-edged guitar work contrasted with the clear vocals of Katie Ball.

Mdou Moctar – Nakanegh Digh. This bonus track on the deluxe version of Afrique Victime absolutely rocks, like so much of that album, and I can’t believe I have a college game to attend on the same night Moctar and Parquet Courts are playing near me.

Melt Yourself Down – Balance. I don’t even know how to describe MYD’s music; it’s not eclectic so much as it smushes together a half-dozen genres or styles, notably jazz, American R&B, and dance. They’ve been around for a decade, with their fourth album, Pray for Me I Don’t Fit In, coming out in February, but this was my first exposure to them. The guitar riff here is fucking incredible.

Johnny Marr – Ghoster. Marr has never quite hit the right melodic notes as a solo artist – I hate to say he needs his former bandmate, given what happened to that guy, but he needs someone like that – although the early singles from Fever Dreams Parts 1-4 have had some decent hooks.

Joy Oladokun w/Tim Gent – Fortune Favors the Bold. I love Oladokun’s voice, and here she finds another strong hook in the chorus; I’m not sure if Gent’s rapping adds much here, though.

Belle & Sebastian – Unnecessary Drama. I can never tell the direction in which Stuart Murdoch et al are going, but this sounds like a shift back to the more uptempo, rock-oriented sounds from Girls in Peacetime Want to Dance.

Wet Leg – Angelica. I hated Wet Leg’s single “Chaise Longue,” which got all kinds of critical praise despite being annoying and juvenile, but this track is far better in every way. The lyrics are actually funny and clever, the melody is stronger, and they’re not repeating the same line ad nauseum. It won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, as they’re still quite distinctly in that vein of British indie rock where everything’s a bit off kilter, but if you’ve read my music posts for a while, you know I’m usually a sucker for that (from Gang of Four to Yard Act).

Blossoms – Ode to NYC. Another band I feel like I should have known before, Blossoms are English but remind me of Lord Huron and The Head and the Heart in all the good ways.

The Head and the Heart – Virginia (Wind in the Night). These folk-rock stalwarts will release their fifth album, Every Shade of Blue, on April 29th.

The Afghan Whigs – I’ll Make You See God. Good to have Dulli and company back. Age hasn’t blunted their sharp edges at all.

Killing Joke – Lords of Chaos. I assumed these post-punk icons were done after 2015’s Pylon, a fantastic album that would have served as a perfect coda to a long career of genre-expanding albums and influencing several generations of punk, metal, and alternative bands, but they’re releasing a new EP with this as the title track. Also, the show Euphoria really should have used Killing Joke’s song of the same name for the theme music.

The Beths – A Real Thing. The Beths return nearly two years after the New Zealand power-pop band’s last album, Jump Rope Gazers, with a song that talks obliquely about climate change. There’s no word on a new album but the band is about to finally embark on their first North American tour.

Alt-J – Happier When You’re Gone. The Dream, alt-J’s fourth album, represents a further shift in a less ambitious, more overtly commercial direction for the British trio, who have never managed to reach the heights of their debut An Awesome Wave in the decade since its release. This track bears some resemblance to that first album in its music, although there’s nothing so daring anywhere on this record.

Kreator – Hate Über Alles. The German thrash legends are still at it, forty years after they first formed, and I don’t think they’ve lost a step or even changed their sound much in that time.

Zeal and Ardor – Death to the Holy. This is about as good as Z&A’s marriage of gospel and death metal can get, where the extreme sounds actually work to enhance the more traditional elements between those moments.

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Stick to baseball, 3/5/22.

I answered some questions on the Blue Jays’ farm system this week, which was a transcription of my appearance on our Spin Rates podcast. The Klawchats returned this week. I’m planning to start written draft coverage this upcoming week with a top 30.

On my own podcast, my guest was author and journalist Kathryn Schulz, talking about her wonderful new memoir Lost and Found, about the death of her father and how she met and married her wife, the author Casey Cep. Listen via The Athletic or subscribe on iTunes, Amazon, that other site, or wherever you get your podcasts. I appeared on the Romantic About Baseball podcast as well.

And now, the links…

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