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September 12th, 2009

Immaculate Machine becomes sentient

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On Immaculate Machine’s 2007 album Fables, the single “Dear Confessor” declared, “Maps won’t show us where we’re going; all they are is just the boring facts.”

Now, two years later, the band seems to be listening to its own advice. Founding member and frontman Brooke Gallupe says he has no grand strategy for Immaculate Machine.

“I have no real definite plans for the future. I’m going to surprise myself as well.”

Immaculate Machine released their latest album High On Jackson Hill in April. Since then, Gallupe and his fellow bandmates have been touring sporadically around North America promoting their new material.

“I think that people who are coming in with an open mind are loving it. To me it’s objectively a big step up; it’s sounding great. I’m really excited about playing the new stuff,” said Gallupe.

High on Jackson Hill is a bit of a departure from Immaculate Machine’s previous efforts. Though the songs are still catchy pop tunes, the tempo has slowed and the guitar riffs have multiplied, infusing the album with some head-bobbing rock overtones.

Gallupe says some fans have not taken to Jackson Hill as easily as the previous albums.

“We had fans that were excited about certain aspects of the band and some people are alienated by it, by the little changes we’ve made.”

That alienation was certainly not felt when the band played to a packed house at Amigos Cantina on Sept 5. Many attendees happily sang along to the songs, both old and new.

The show had added significance since it was a homecoming of sorts for one of the touring members, Brooke Wilken, an ex-Saskatoonian now living in Victoria.

The current lineup differs from what it has been and Gallupe admitted that it is “very fluid at the moment.”

Gallupe started Immaculate Machine when he was still a teenager along with Luke Kozlowski and Kathryn Calder, who also sings part-time with The New Pornographers. In those early days, the little-known band toured extensively, released their own music and printed their own T-shirts.

Gallupe described their early enthusiasm when attending music industry conferences with seminars on how to tour and other tips.

“We’d sit there and listen with notepads and everything. We were really serious at that point too, and we’d come out and think, ‘Hold on a minute, we already toured. This is bullshit,’ ” said Gallupe.

“Sometimes the best way to start out is just to go ahead and do it. And we got better and better. You’re going to go and suck at booking shows, suck at making shirts, suck at playing music, everything of course, but that’s sort of the way we chose to go.”

The band was eventually signed to Vancouver-based Mint Records in 2005. However, they retain much of the do-it-yourself ethos from the early days. According to Gallupe, Mint Records is a “really hands-off label” that lets its artists make music with little interference.

“It’s basically like having another five or six band members whose job it is to every once in a while send an email out or mail your CDs to a radio station and that kind thing.”

Mint didn’t even intervene when the band re-released some of their songs translated into French.

When Grant Lawrence of CBC Radio 3 called them “language geeks” and joked that the next album would be in Chinese, the band called his bluff.

“None of us speak Mandarin or anything like that but we got our friend to translate ‘Dear Confessor’ for us and teach it to us phonetically,” laughed Gallupe.

For the latest album, Immaculate Machine teamed up with well-known producer Colin Stewart. Stewart has produced albums for bands like Hot Hot Heat, Ladyhawk and Black Mountain. Gallupe says Stewart’s style matches his own sense of spontaneity.

“Colin Stewart’s strength as a producer is also like, ‘Just try whatever’ and it’s in a really relaxed environment, and there’s usually something cool that comes out of it,” said Gallupe.

That sense of spontaneity was visible when the band performed at Amigos. At one point, two band members couldn’t help but laugh as Gallupe extended a guitar solo for several minutes. Though it was clearly not planned, everyone played along happily.

The hour-long set got the audience dancing, especially when former Saskatoon resident Wilken challenged the crowd to show off their moves. The band appeared to be having fun as well, and Gallupe acknowledged that the band loves touring. While they all get along, Gallupe did have a mysterious bruise on his arm, which he had trouble explaining away.

“Maybe someone’s beating me in my sleep,” he said with a smile. “That’s how we get our aggression out. To keep enjoying the tours we start unconsciously beating each other.”

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August 24th, 2009

Quentin Tarantino reimagines WWII

BasterdPittThere are few people who would dare revise the history of the Second World War and the Holocaust. Luckily, Quentin Tarantino is not afraid to get his hands dirty.

The 46-year-old director of such films as Kill Bill and Pulp Fiction is at it again with his latest film Inglourious Basterds. Whereas his previous efforts have been homages to crime, martial arts and blaxploitation genres, war films are a sacred genre few have dared to mess with. Tarantino handles the genre with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

Inglourious Basterds focuses on a group of Jewish American soldiers dropped behind enemy lines to terrorize as many Nazis as possible. The leader of this ragtag bunch is Lieutenant Aldo Raine, a barely literate cigar-smoking tough guy from Tennessee played by Brad Pitt. The group, known as the Basterds, go about their mission happily bashing brains in with baseball bats, cutting off scalps and carving swastikas into the foreheads of survivors.

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August 2nd, 2009

The Dog Whisperer’s folly

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One of the joys of having a flat screen TV in the family is watching high-definition programs and seeing a previously unimaginable amount of detail and clarity in your everyday programming. One show I love watching — HD or not — is The Dog Whisperer on the National Geographic channel.

For the uninitiated, Cesar Millan is a dog trainer who manages to “rehabilitate” aggressive, fearful, or otherwise problematic dogs.

Now, I’m not a dog person but Cesar has won me over with the way he approaches dog training. Using mostly non-verbal clues, he gets the dogs comfortable enough to interact with their owners and other dogs without barking, biting, running away, or any of the myriad behaviours of dogs that Cesar claims have “low self-esteem.”

I do cringe whenever Cesar talks about energy though. I understand that he means it as projecting control and keeping the animals calm, but energy is one of those words that gets thrown around way too much without any real meaning.

I was even more disappointed when I noticed, in a 2006 episode, that Cesar was wearing what looked like a Q-Ray bracelet.

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July 19th, 2009

Mike Tyson is my favourite rapist

I just saw the Mike Tyson documentary Tyson. It was pretty good. Tyson’s entire life story is told by the man himself, with some archival footage to fill out the rest. In a way, we are assured that the information presented is going to be one-sided. However, it also gives people a real sense of who Mike Tyson is and shows that for all his antics, he is a complex human being capable of some serious soul-searching.

My new favourite review site is Metacritic. I checked the rating of the film (83%) and, in the comments, I found a gem:

Metacritic comment for Tyson

I don’t know if Tyson is quite my favourite rapist yet, but he is definitely a sympathetic character after viewing the documentary.

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March 13th, 2009

Watchmen probably better as DVD

Alan Moore and illustrator Dave Gibbons created a masterpiece in 1986.

With multiple nuanced stories and beautiful illustrations about complex characters dealing with a morally ambiguous world on the brink of nuclear apocalypse, the graphic novel Watchmen re-imagined the whole medium of comics. 

The Watchmen movie is a carbon copy of the source material. With many scenes meticulously recreated from Moore’s epic series down to the last frame, director Zack Snyder slavishly recreates the aesthetic but not the spirit of the graphic novel. Despite moments of beauty in the film, it is an overhyped and unimaginative effort by a director too enamoured with special effects to do the story justice.

The film is set in a dark age. It is the mid-1980s, Richard Nixon is serving his fourth or fifth term as president and a nuclear showdown with the Soviet Union seems iminent. Congress has outlawed masked crime fighters, once influential fixtures in America, after public outrage erupted against vigilantism. Now mostly retired, the former “masks” are brought together again after their fellow crime fighter Comedian is murdered.

The characters include psychopaths and billionaire industrialists, pudgy ex-heroes struggling with erectile difficulty and a glowing blue scientist who can manipulate matter to his will. That blue man is the frequently nude Dr. Manhattan, the only character with real superpowers.

As the story slowly unravels, each character’s back story is revealed in flashbacks that are interesting but also too indulgent in exploring their histories. Every so often, a fight scene erupts to show off the director’s special effects wizardry and use of gratuitous violence he perfected on his previous film, 300.

As breathtaking as most of these scenes are to behold, they ultimately frustrate moviegoers who see the film — with a running time of two hours and 43 minutes — as they devolve into mindless fight scenes, followed by stiff dialogue interspersed with pseudo-philosophy.

    Eventually the heroes take up their former disguises and try to save the world from nuclear war. Dr. Manhattan, meanwhile, wiles away his time on Mars, with his blue penis gently swaying in tune to the audience’s growing boredom.

Adaptations are a perculiar challenge for filmmakers — either the film perverts the original work or it stays too close to the book and makes for a poor movie. In the case of Watchmen, it is a double offence. In its attempts to stay true to the source material, very little got trimmed from the final product, resulting in a bloated, overproduced movie that is also almost three hours long.

However, the larger themes of Alan Moore’s graphic novel such as morality, authority and heroism are either ignored or turned into cheap gimmicks to progress to the next special effect. And no matter how closely the shots in the movie resemble the frames of the comics, the spirit of the original work was lost.

    Finally, the film may also have come out at the wrong time. After decades of wrangling over which movie studio would produce Watchmen, the Cold War has ended, Nixon has become a distant memory to most people and nuclear war has been supplanted by fears of terrorism. Especially as the movie ends with a thinly veiled jab at Ronald Reagan and George W. Bush, it reveals itself as being completely out of touch with the current Zeitgeist.

    Alan Moore washed his hands of Hollywood following the disastrous adaptations of several other of his works and has repeatedly stated his complete disinterest in Watchmen as a movie, saying it was “inherently unfilmable.” Apparently he was correct.

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