Check out this video of Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra performing “I Built Myself A Metal Bird” live in front of a small audience (including a baby) in a very bizarrely decorated space. The song is off the band’s sixth album, Kollaps Tradixionales (out now on Constellation Records), which is its first recording since summer 2008, when SMZ gained a new drummer, shed three members and dropped the “Tra-La-La Band” from its name. The group will be touring Europe and North America this spring in support of the release.
Month: February 2010
When Clem Snide began recording albums more than a decade ago in New York, the band’s clever alt-country songs often came across as an ironic take on Americana. Everyone knows you can’t do country music in the big city, and where did Israeli-born singer/guitarist Eef Barzelay get that twang from, anyway? After years of slogging through the indie-rock touring circuit, a band breakup and a move to Nashville, the reunited Clem Snide has earned the all-American desperation and heartbreak that lies in the marrow of its latest album, The Meat Of Life, out this week on 429 Records. Barzelay is guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our Q&A with him.

Barzelay: I find it intense to think that only after we are gone from this earth does it return to the Garden of Eden. The earth is truly a living, breathing thing, and we are just parasites, consuming. Like a slightly larger version of the microscopic creatures that live off our dead skin and sweat, such are we upon this earth and now she’s running a fever so’s to hopefully kill us off already. And according to The World Without Us by Alan Weisman, how wonderfully relieved she will be once that’s done. Really, I find it all very exciting and beautiful, but no one ever wants to get into it with me at parties, so I keep it to myself. God bless us, everyone. Video after the jump.
MP3 At 3PM: You Say Party! We Say Die!
Sounding something like peppier Nada Surf meets a disco-pop beat, the Los Campesinos! remix of You Say Party! We Say Die!‘s “Laura Palmer’s Prom” makes the Canadian dance punkers’ music take on an even better than usual party appeal. The band is consistently evolving with the influences from touring throughout Japan, China, Australia and Brazil. Its American status was a bit halted for a while due to visa complications keeping a few members out of the country, stopping any potential touring, but the band should now be welcomed with open arms and full venues. Managing to successfully pull off a monotone, repetitive, robotic male voice filtered in behind the peppiest of girl singing—all over a trancy rock beat—this is not to be missed for your next house party or get together.
“Laura Palmer Prom (Los Campesinos! Remix)” (download):
https://magnetmagazine.com/audio/LauraPalmerPromLosCampesinosRemix.mp3
Every Saturday, we’ll be posting a new illustration by David Lester. The Mecca Normal guitarist is visually documenting people, places and events from his band’s 26-year run, with text by vocalist Jean Smith.
“The Caribou And The Oil Pipeline” is the last download from The Observer album. It falls under the heading of political, and it brings up the idea that political art is difficult to make for a number of reasons, one of which is the feeling that it isn’t going to change anything—but, as the lyrics say—I didn’t think I could write a hit about the caribou and the oil pipeline, but I had to try.
I left this song until the end of the downloads because Dave doesn’t play guitar on it. I mean, he did play guitar in the studio and then I added piano, but when we went to mix it, we took the guitar out to get a sense of what was there, as a way to re-calibrate our listening, and Dave was pretty excited about leaving the guitar out. The piano was to be my usual sort of accent work. In a way, I kind of regret not having the guitar there, but as it stands, it is symbolic of one facet of the way we work as a creative team: responding, evaluating and removing framework. In this case, making the song even less likely to be “a hit” foists intention to the fore. It is our intention to get results from what we do, but what happens to a song once it is released is essentially unpredictable. Trying to accomplish one thing or another isn’t the only thing; being involved in the creative process with other people is where much of the satisfaction and pleasure come from. Take the lyrics “It’s easy if you try” and “All we are saying”: simple, direct and powerful. The words are directed at the listener, encouraging us to step out of the shadows, into the sphere of action and change.
After 25 years of releasing music, I can fairly accurately predict what will happen to Mecca Normal songs. That they are not gobbled up by loads of people turns out to be OK. I see this as stepping away from ego-driven consumer antics; the essence of what I do is hinged to a framework within which I exhibit, understand and evolve through various skills, emotions and proclivities. Less clamoring, more engagement with the ever-extending process—overlapping all aspects of funneling, filtering and ruminating.
I’m including a live version—one of the first times we played it—but Dave’s amp didn’t sound that great.
“The Caribou And The Oil Pipeline”
You’re in your car
You’re running out of gas
You pull in to get the gas
3,000 miles north of here
100,000 caribou are heading for the sea
Bears and ravens follow
This is where the U.S. wants to build an oil pipeline
It will disrupt the caribou migration
You see it on TV—there’s nothing you can do
You can’t change the world, so you change the channel
But in your mind, one fact stands alone:
A six-month supply of oil versus 20,000 years of migration
In a dream, you see the caribou crossing an icy river, exhaling steam
They dream themselves up and over steep and barren hills
I didn’t think I could write a hit
About the caribou and the oil pipeline, but I had to try
You’re in your car
You’re running out of gas
You pull in to get the gas
What if?
What if?
When Clem Snide began recording albums more than a decade ago in New York, the band’s clever alt-country songs often came across as an ironic take on Americana. Everyone knows you can’t do country music in the big city, and where did Israeli-born singer/guitarist Eef Barzelay get that twang from, anyway? After years of slogging through the indie-rock touring circuit, a band breakup and a move to Nashville, the reunited Clem Snide has earned the all-American desperation and heartbreak that lies in the marrow of its latest album, The Meat Of Life, out this week on 429 Records. Barzelay is guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our Q&A with him.
Barzelay: I don’t think it gets any better than Nina Simone, and they truly don’t write songs like this anymore. Nowadays, the culture at large promotes self-empowerment and self-actualization, but I much prefer a song like this that comes from a more helpless and vulnerable place. A women’s studies major might take offense at this song, but to me it feels closer to some fundamental human truth. And it could just as well be a man singing, but not me. Though I couldn’t pull it off, maybe Michael Bublé could do it. Bublé! Video after the jump.








