JEREMY STRACHAN - The Heart Of The Matter


Soundscapes will be closing permanently on September 30th, 2021.
Open every day between Spetember 22nd-30th
We'd like to thank all of our loyal customers over the years, you have made it all worthwhile! The last 20 years have seen a golden age in access to the world's recorded music history both in physical media and online. We were happy to be a part of sharing our knowledge of some of that great music with you. We hope you enjoyed most of what we sold & recommended to you over the years and hope you will continue to seek out the music that matters.
In the meantime we'll be selling our remaining inventory, including thousands of play copies, many of which are rare and/or out-of-print, never to be seen again. Over the next few weeks the discounts will increase and the price of play copies will decrease. Here are the details:
New CDs, LPs, DVDs, Blu-ray, Books 60% off 15% off
Rare & out-of-print new CDs 60% off 50% off
Rare/Premium/Out-of-print play copies $4.99 $14.99
Other play copies $2.99 $8.99
Magazine back issues $1 $2/each or 10 for $5 $15
We will be resuming our closing sale beginning Friday, June 11. Our hours will be as follows:
Wednesday-Saturday 12pm-7pm
Sunday 11am-6pm
Open every day between September 22nd-30th
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Collective Concerts/Horseshoe Tavern Presents/Lee's Palace Presents: shows@collectiveconcerts.com
Embrace Presents: info@embracepresents.com
MRG Concerts: ticketing@themrggroup.com
Live Nation: infotoronto@livenation.com
Venus Fest: venusfesttoronto@gmail.com
We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. Thank you for your understanding.
1. TAME IMPALA - The Slow Rush
2. SARAH HARMER - Are We Gone
3. YOLA - Walk Through Fire
4. DESTROYER - Have We Met
5. DRIVE BY TRUCKERS - Unravelling
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There have been recent signs that, like psychedelic rock, folk, and, well, everything else before it, 90's indie rock has been gone long enough for a new generation of musicians to stake its claim to its style. Sure enough, Blitzen Trapper bear the sonic stamp of Sebadoh, Pavement, GBV et al, where the guitar playing was sloppy and singing charmingly off-kilter. But the excellent Wild Mountain Nation warrants attention on its own merits, thanks to unexpected doses of Southern rock and country balladry to keep our 'spot-the-influence' compasses confused. The great songs don't hurt either.
Bread was one of those bands who I had resigned to the category of MOR '70s pop not worthy of a listen, but the amazing Elektra box Forever Changing included a few tracks which thoroughly piqued my curiousty. This album differs greatly from the other Bread material I was familiar with. David Gates wrote some incredibly unique and catchy pop tunes but, unfortunately for my tastes, quickly turned to making overly produced schmaltzy easy listening music. Check out "Don't Shut Me Out", "Family Doctor" and "Friends and Lovers" for some of the high points of this pop gem.
I saw Daniel Hope perform Beethoven's Violin Concerto with the Koln Symphony about a year and a half ago and it was an event. I had not seen a classical violinist play with such precise recklessness in a long time. I bought this album at the concert and it remains a favourite of mine. The mixture of Indian ragas, Romanian folk dances, and Ravel rhapsodies could have proven an awkward stab at cross-genre appeal, but Hope and his accompanists make it work through sheer will and talent. An eclectic listen that retains a strong unity of themes despite its diverse repetoire.
Some have come to know Mr. Kurihara through his work with the underappreciated Ghost, Damon and Naomi, and most recently, Boris. Well, Sunset Notes sounds a little like all of those projects while remaining completely its own. From over-the-top builds to pretty folk songs and surf guitar riffs, one of my favourite albums of the year. A++!
Following an album whose considerably cleaner sound left their fanbase divided (2006's underrated Show Your Bones), this new EP returns to safer territory for the trio. Whether or not you enjoyed Bones, the brevity of Is Is highlights one of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs' greatest strengths: their ability to sound so big with so little. The drums and guitar are both rawer and stronger than in a long while and singer Karen O sounds positively primal at times, tremblingly tender at others. A quick reminder that despite more artful recent excursions, this band can still kick ferociously and without artifice.
Emily Haines' appeal has always stemmed from a generous combination of beauty and brains, but unlike her role in Metric, her solo material rests more firmly on the cerebral. This EP is a companion to last year's elegant Knives Don't Have Your Back and it's anything but a throwaway. The spirit of Haines' famous father (poet/writer Paul) permeates this music, but Emily intuitively knows how to keep proper distance, even when setting one of his poems to music ("Sprig"). In touch with her lineage but in pursuit of her own ends, this is a subtle expansion of an already strong record.
Like many of their contemporaries, influential college pop collagists Sebadoh have been getting a healthy reissue/reunion revival. The latest is a mammoth 52-track version of their 'debut', The Freed Man. Although a duo, Lou Barlow and Eric Gaffney recorded 95% of this material solo, making the album more of a compilation of two artists. Despite this, they shared a lo-fi, 4-track recording style and play nicely off one another. As for the album, you're just as likely to hear a cat snoring or kid's book narration as actual songs, but that's part of the scattered appeal.
The work of The Russian Futurists' Matthew Hart has always been pure pop, minus the distractions of heady high-concepts. He even says as much on lead track "Let's Get Ready To Crumble": "I do pop 'cause that's how my heart goes/ I don't call it art/ no sir". That's not to say he isn't smart, as this 13-track career overview proves. A greatest hits compilation after only three albums can be argued premature, but Me, Myself and Rye serves as an excellent intro to this Toronto treasure. Pop music of the highest order, it's well-worth discovering for the first time (or all over again).
With the passing of Dave Godin in 2004, the world lost one of its foremost soul experts. His four volume series Dave Godin's Deep Soul Treasures introduced many to the heartbreaking majesty of 'deep soul'. Inspired by Dave's series, David Cole of In The Basement magazine has compiled an excellent collection of "original tear jerkers from the heart and soul."
This North Carolina trio make the kind of blissful porch music that is happily stuck between eras. It is equally as indebted to American folk and country traditions as it is to the interpretations of those traditions by current artists such as Iron and Wine, Devendra Banhart and Sufjan Stevens. The scope is decidedly more jolly, sober, and focused than those three artists respectively, creating a record that conveys the joy of singing with friends and family. With instrumentation rarely beyond guitar, accordian and percussion, Hymns For A Dark Horse is indeed imbued with a spiritual quality.
Nick Drake's relative unpopularity during his life, mysterious death, and perfectly-contained trio of studio albums have made for a legacy that is as concise as it is enigmatic. Such musicians are always ripe for posthumous releases: enter Family Tree. Unlike the studio outtake comps Time of No Reply and Made To Love Magic, Family Tree is culled from home recordings and demos made prior to his 1969 debut, Five Leaves Left. Like a superhero's origin story, these 28 tracks provide great insight, in many ways predicting the paths down which Drake would later wander.
The well-traveled Golijov's latest speaks of his varied heritage (covering Argentina, Isreal and Eastern Europe). The titular song cycle mixes swelling choral refrains, Reichian passages and even a Tropicalia break. Tying it all together is Brazilian vocalist Luciana Souza, whose introspection counters the choir's full-force gales well. After this unpredictable piece, we settle into calmer, yet still deep waters. Both the plantive "Tenebrae" and the sublime "Three Songs" (featuring Kronos Quartet and soprano Dawn Upshaw respectively) convey Golijov's wanderlust with subtle conviction.
Legendary 13th Floor Elevators' singer, solo artist and psych-rock originator Roky Erickson is tailor-made for documentary treatment. Making said film is a tough proposition, but You're Gonna Miss Me succeeds nicely. Owner of a potent wail and explosive songwriting, Erickson was equally owned by a litany of drug addictions and mental health problems (culminating in shock therapy and an unfortunate stint in a mental institution). Director Keven McAlester focuses not only on Erickson, but on the toll his life has taken on his family, who battle to enforce their own view on how to best save him.
Christopher DeLaurenti is a Seattle-based composer who has turned in one of the more unlikely field recordings in recent memory. Using a leather vest embedded with small mics, cables and a Mini-disc, he secretly recorded the intermission practicing and improvising of classical musicians. After seven years and over 50 hours of recording, he has culled the cream of the crop and produced Favorite Intermissions. Raising questions about the history of the avant-garde, this disc is a peculiar and engaging listen, giving us the rare chance to hear these musicians autonomous and relaxed.
As the Slint reunion continues to roll on, it's appropriate that singer Brian McMahan's other project, The For Carnation, gets a much needed reissue. Promised Works collects Fight Songs and Marshmallows, the two EPs which introduced the group to the world. TFC removed Slint's indie-rock edge to distill a pure ether of unsettled calm. Spoken rather than sung, implied rather than played, these songs float, drift and possess with such amorphous grace that they take time to reveal themselves. The end product is a body of work that, while short-lived, is lasting and singular.