Gazing Down the Other Side
2005: The Year in Music
by Tim McMahan
For the first
time since '99, a cloak of boredom has fallen over the world
of indie rock. Look, it couldn't go on forever.
seemed to be no end in sight.
But then again, we all
knew it would be hard to beat everything that happened in '04. Bright
Eyes took the national stage right next to The Boss, and Saddle
Creek made a mark on the indie charts with The Faint, The Good Life,
Son, Ambulance, Broken Spindles, Beep, Beep and Now It's Overhead.
And for the first time, a proliferation of non-Creek Omaha bands
got much-deserved attention from "other" labels, including
Statistics, The '89 Cubs, The Bruces, Simon Joyner and Little Brazil.
With '05 knocking on the door, the only direction we were headed
But to everyone's surprise,
something changed. The breeze shifted oh so slightly, and for once,
the world began spinning just a little bit slower. By the end of
the year, whispers of "Hey, did we just peak?" could be
heard in the clubs and record stores. Indie music fans were quietly
humming Peggy Lee's "Is That All There Is?"
For the first time since
'99, a cloak of boredom has fallen over the world of indie rock.
Look, it couldn't go on forever. Everything happens in cycles, right?
You can only run full tilt for so long before you run out of breath
and fatigue takes over your body
and your mind. If '04 was
the year that Omaha (and indie) broke into the national consciousness,
'05 was the year that indie (and Omaha) began to run out of steam.
It didn't start out that
way, at least not for Bright Eyes. The much anticipated double release
of I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning and Digital Ash in a Digital
Urn crashed onto the record charts atop a wave of national publicity
that hasn't been seen in these parts since Frazier/Stander in '72.
Newsday used the tired ol' "New Dylan" line, while
Time declared Bright Eyes' main man Conor Oberst "Indie
Rock's Dark Prince." When the charts came out at the end of
January, Wide Awake was No. 10 while Digital Ash was
No. 15. Combined first-week sales of both discs exceeded 100,000.
Impressive by anyone's standards.
But underneath the hype
for I'm Wide Awake, there were snickers for Digital Ash.
Fans and critics said the electronic-flavored CD tried too hard
and lacked the depth of its understated, elegant other.
there was the tour.
While an undeniably popular
ticket, the combined Bright Eyes-Faint Tour exposed a few more chinks
in ol' Conor's armor. More than a few people -- and a whole lot
more music critics -- left the venues thinking that The Faint got
a better look at the ball and knocked it out of the park. Instead
of complementing each other, the combination highlighted subtle
deficiencies. Oberst's music was boring compared to The Faint's,
while The Faint's was downright stupid compared to Oberst's. In
a bare-knuckle fight between "thinking" and "dancing,"
dancing wins every time.
Oberst would lick his
wounds and go out on a "greatest hits" follow-up tour
that got the critics back on his side. But had the damage already
been done? For the first time, a crack (though oh so slight) appeared
in the shiny veneer. And it wasn't the only one. Oberst's Team Love
record label -- created out of frustration with a Saddle Creek bureaucracy
that kept decisions moving at a snail's pace -- rolled along in
'05, signing acts as diverse as Dave Dondero, Jenny Lewis and former
Shudder to Think frontman Craig Wedren. Meanwhile, Creek puttered
forward, riding the Bright Eyes wave for all it was worth. Creek's
new acts -- Maria Taylor and Orenda Fink -- were repackaging of
an already-held commodity (Azure Ray). Then in July, Creek signed
San Francisco sea-shanty-rock duo Two Gallants -- an addition that
left most label followers scratching their heads.
Still, there were a number
of bright spots for Creek. After years of watching from the sidelines,
local favorite Criteria was invited into the fold -- a smart addition.
Then there was the deal struck with the City of Omaha that made
way for the construction of Slowdown -- the label's office/bar/music
complex that had been left for dead after a citizen revolt the year
But even with 11 respectful
releases in '05, Saddle Creek seemed to be running in place. They
weren't alone. Indie music as a whole lost its spark last year with
no clear direction in sight. After the ass-rape of '60s garage punk
and '80s post-new wave dance music, indie seems to be in a holding
pattern, with all of the usual suspects coasting on their laurels.
Death Cab for Cutie's new one? We've heard it before. Critic darlings
Sleater-Kinney? '90s Grunge meets tired heavy metal. New Pornographers?
More like old Beatles.
But here's the rub: Whereas
your typical indie nerd has grown weary of hearing the same old
jangling guitar and warble-voiced confessions, the big boys at the
big labels are just now discovering that there could be something
more out there than the latest American Idol contest winner or recently
paroled thug-life hip-hop act. "Yeah," the suits say chomping
their cigars, "maybe these indie kids are onto something. Let's
And quicker than you
can say "massive sell out," the big labels are becoming
indie-fied, driven by buzz generated from overheard tracks on The
OC or hot soundtrack fodder from the latest hip indie film. And
while all this might give indie music more exposure than ever dreamed
possible, those of us who have always followed college music are
now in for a repeat of the last five years, only on a grander scale.
Translated: Death Cab for Cutie was great
back when We
Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes came out five years ago.
Or maybe I'm the only one
getting tired of indie. It wasn't all bad last year. In fact, here
are my 10 favorite releases from '05 (in no particular order):
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- Spoon -- Gimme Fiction (Merge) -- Dark and theatrical,
this is Britt Daniel's most thought-out collection of late-night
- Beck -- Guero (Interscope) -- A return to Mellow
Gold's def suburban beats and (L.A.) street sensibilities. It's
- Bright Eyes -- I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning (Saddle
Creek) -- Conor Oberst's folk-rock opus will stand as a career
- Eagle*Seagull -- self titled (Paper Garden) --
Eli Mardock is Lincoln's version of Win Butler singing songs that
fly (like an eagle) from cute to majestic.
- Sufjan Stevens -- Illinois (Asthmatic Kitty) --
A choir of indie slackers led by a Little Prince in a Cubs ball
cap sing lullabies to Jacksonville, Decatur and Chicago. Go White
- Okkervil River -- Black Sheep Boy (Jagjaguwar)
-- One of the most thoughtful and emotionally powerful folk-rock
bands on the indie circuit today, this could be their best.
- Low -- The Great Destroyer (Sub Pop) -- Forget
the old, creepy séance music; as they get older and wiser
they only rock harder
- Maria Taylor and Orenda Fink -- Solo albums (Saddle
Creek) -- I refuse to pick a favorite. Both are better than anything
they've done together. Now imagine the possibilities.
- Of Montreal -- The Sunlandic Twins (Polyvinyl)
-- Weirdly electronic, weirdly retro, or just plain weird, it's
impossible to deny their bouncing, infectious beats.
- Criteria -- When We Break (Saddle Creek) -- Pure
FM back-break indie rock floating on Stephen Pedersen's soaring
bird-call melodies and the stutter-step, boot-on-your-neck, five-beat
rhythms that have all the subtlety of a drunken waltz on meth.
||Bettie Servert at Sokol Underground Feb.
|Sufjan Stevens at Sokol Underground
Now let's talk about those rock shows.
The best moments of '05:
- Bettie Serveert, Feb. 16 , Sokol Underground -- They
surprised anyone who expected the lighter, poppier approach heard
on Attagirl, instead unrolling a mammoth cloud of guitar noise
centered around the axe-wielding histrionics of Peter Visser,
looking like a Dutch version of Thom from Queer Eye. The most
frequently heard comment: "That lead singer looks awesome
for someone who's 42." Very hot indeed.
- Son, Ambulance, Feb. 18, Joslyn Museum. By far
the best Son, Ambulance performance I've ever seen in spite of
playing in a room with the acoustics of a mausoleum. The boominess
in some cases enhanced big breaks and made "Sex in C Minor"
feel like a well-orchestrated symphony of noise.
- United States of Electronica, March 7, O'Leaver's --
By the end of their set the area by the band was crowded with
sweaty white people trying to groove to the band's good-time music.
Hey, I was dancing too... in my head.
- Low, March 18, Sokol Underground. The hubby-and-wife
team of Mimi Parker and Alan Sparhawk continue to amaze me with
their pitch-perfect, brokenhearted harmonies -- the element that,
for me, makes Low one of the most poignant and affecting bands
going these days.
- The Silos, March 23, O'Leaver's. Every aspect of the
trio's performance was honed to pure perfection right down to
the drummer -- a rhythmic god, a super-realistic portrait of precision,
a wunderkind of dynamics so freakish in talent that the crowd
just stared in awe.
- Mercy Rule / Frontier Trust, April 16, The Brothers.
Seeing them on stage again was a thrill for everyone. Oh sure,
it was great to see Gary Dean Davis and Bill Thornton playing
the old favorites again, but Mercy Rule... well, it may never
- Matson Jones, June 17, O'Leaver's. They took their songs
up, down and sideways, at one time barreling forward like a train
wreck before dropping to a hush -- just their vocals and cellos
- The Wilderness, July 3, O'Leaver's. Lead singer James
Johnson, looking like David Cross but with (a little) more hair,
did a weird T'ai Chi-style slow-motion dance, at one point wrapping
himself around a post and lying on the ground pounding his palms
to the floor.
- Ladyfinger, Sept. 9, O'Leaver's. In spite of their fleetness,
Ladyfinger has an unmistakable knack for finding the head-bobbing
groove in the rhythm section, bass and chop guitar, blending it
all into a very dark brew.
- Sufjan Stevens, Sept. 20, Sokol Underground. The pompoms
weren't mere props. Stevens and crew began four or five songs
with well-choreographed cheers, complete with arm signals and
spirit fingers for this pep rally for-rah for ol' Illinois.
- Dios Malos, Oct. 22, O'Leaver's. You knew it was going
to be special when, during the pre-set sound check frontman Joel
Morales improvised piano fills to New Order's "Temptation"
playing on the juke box, while their opener sported the organ
chords of Zeppelin's "All of My Love" before turning
into a Dios original, sort of.
- Cursive, Nov. 5, Sokol Underground. Playing in front
of a sold-out $2-a-ticket crowd, Cursive brought their A-game,
dipping deep into the catalog for what was an inspired set right
down to their all-Cindy Lauper encore.
- Bright Eyes, Nov. 11, The Orpheum. As impressive as the
stars was the gorgeous venue itself. Bright Eyes' Conor Oberst
came out serenaded by a harpist, before being joined by two drummers,
Mike Mogis on electric guitar, a trumpet, and bass, playing a
set that included selections from throughout his career.
Published in The Omaha Reader Dec. 28, 2005.
Copyright © 2005 Tim McMahan. All rights reserved.
a bare-knuckle fight between "thinking" and "dancing,"
dancing wins every time.