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"Youthanasia": As Told By Jez Dior

"Youthanasia": As Told By Jez Dior


If there is one artist that I will list without fail when asked for music suggestions it is Jez Dior.  As of today, I haven’t met one person who has hasn’t fallen in love after the first listen.  Son of 1970’s punk rocker Steve Dior, Jez’s influences range from Kurt to Kanye and has resulted in what he has coined as “grunge rap”.  After a collaboration mixtape with The Neighbourhood’s Jesse Rutherford and his solo mixtape “Scarlett Sage”, Jez really seemed to find his sound with 2014’s “The Funeral”. 
The distorted guitar riffs and a Smashing Pumpkins lyric placed in-between Eminem and 50 cent references found on the opening track “Heroin” set the tone for the rest of the release.  The EP was dark and revolutionary, yet Jez never seemed to gain the attention he deserved. 

I fell in love with Jez Dior's music because of his unapologetic love for creating a sound that others had never seemed to consider.  The cornrows and painted nails that he so often flaunts mix magically with lyrics involving death and addiction to create a persona that pays homage to both the darkest streets and brightest lights of Dior's hometown of Hollywood.  The artist has created an image that is both iconic and relatable and combines it with a sound that matches.  

Considering that it's been two years since his release of "The Funeral" I was beyond impatient for the release of "Youthanaisa" on September 16th.  The first track “Separated” opens with a reverberating guitar and melodious vocals before the beat drops and Dior’s raspy rhyming takes over with full force. Jez continues this blending of sounds over the rest of the five song EP to create a sound that transformed his “grunge rap” style into something new entirely.

Jez told Complex Magazine that “this project embodies everything I've been feeling this past year. The reason I called it Youthanasia is because I was in a place in my life where I really felt like if I didn't start changing my ways and growing up, my youthfulness was going to overcome me. So it was either grow up and kill off my youth or be killed by it.” 

A song by song description of this EP is absurd because it could never do the music justice.  Just listen.  Please.  You will thank me later.  I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if Dior’s release of “Youthanaisa” finally lands him in the limelight.  One day I'm sure I'll see "the star on the boulevard" he swears will one day be his on the last track of the EP
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Blond Review: First Listen

Blond Review: First Listen



Frank Ocean’s music is a dream.  It’s trancelike and foggy with only the occasional break of light. The artist’s sophomore album “Blond” has an overarching feeling of nostalgia and reflection.  Give the album a chance, and it will pull at the heartstrings in the least cheesy, most terrifying way possible.  Terrifying because the album is lyrically non-comforming while eliminating any possibility of viewing youth or love with any sort of façade. It’s real. 

As anyone and their mother knows, it’s been four years since Frank Ocean released his freshmen debut “channel ORANGE”.  Prior to releasing Blond on August 20th, he had repeatedly pushed back the announced release date with little to no explanation.  Whatever the reasoning was, it only increased anticipation for the sophomore album.  By the time the album was finally released, it seemed as if though the announcement triggered a nationwide holiday. 


With millions tuning in at once, Frank did little to shock the audience on his first track Nikes.  The track’s critique of materialism is fueled by autotune and a repetitive trancelike beat.  While the track is nothing spectacular, it is good and it feels right.  When Ocean’s voice finally breaks through in clarity over halfway through the song, it is like a breath of fresh air.  Something suppressed over the last four years.  That relief is soon replaced by the realization during the bridge of what this album is going to do.  It’s going to hit hard.  Repetition of the line “I’m not him but I’ll mean something to you” makes it clear that success and worship by anticipating fans has done nothing to change the artist’s lyrics.  They are lonely, humble, insecure, realistic, twisted, and relatable. 

“I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me”.  The opening to the album’s second track “Ivy” produced by Jamie XX makes it clear that the dreamy production on the first track will continue during the duration of the album.  It also promises to make you cry for both your first love and your next.  The feelings of vulnerability that begin creeping in while listening are in no way stopped by the smooth and accepting way Ocean sings “we’ll never be those kids again”. 

Ocean gracefully takes his foot off the pedal of our heartstrings with the third track “Pink & White” which features Beyonce.  It is one of the few bright spots found on the album and seems to be a break in the clouds of Frank’s moody musings.  It is catchy and reminiscent of some of his older releases such as “Novocane” and “Super Rich Kids”. 

The fourth track is a quick recording regarding the dangers of drugs because when “people become weed-heads they become slugglish, lazy, stupid, and unconcerned”.  Frank replies to this in his next track “Solo”  by mentioning dirty dancing and being “gone off tabs of that acid”.  In my opinion, one of the most memorable moments of the album occurs during the chorus when Ocean’s anguished, angelic voice sings the lines “It’s hell on Earth and the city’s on fire.  Inhale, in hell there’s heaven.”  Those two lines seem to perfectly capture the essence of the album.  The pain felt is undeniable, but the beauty created is unbelievable.

The dream that is the album continues relatively uninterrupted until the ninth track “Nights”.  It is clear from the beginning, that this track is a pause from the vulnerability of the rest of the production.  It is a sort of victory.  The easy beat and the smooth way in which Ocean hits every note seems to indicate that he has finally found a relief from his musings and a lack of any worries.  This quickly changes in the second part of the track when it turns into one of the most reflective moments of the album.  Ending with the line “shut the fuck up. I don’t want your conversation.”  Excluding the interlude of rhymes by Andre 3000 in the next track, that attitude seems to be the theme of the rest of the album.  The next track “Pretty Sweet” is chaotic and vulnerable.  After the clarity and joy found in the preceeding track, it is back to confusion and trust only in himself. 

One of my favorite parts of the album is found towards the end with the two tracks “Close to You” and “White Ferrari”.  The layered, etherealness of “Close to You” is reminiscent to the style of Bon Iver.  Funny, because both Bon Iver and James Blake make appearances on the next track “White Ferrari”.  My personal favorite.  The track is a journey.  Layered and broad.  It is both beautiful and hard to listen.  An incredible combination of the best each of the three artists have to offer.  The trapped desperation found in the line “I care for you still and I will forever.  That was my part of the deal, honest” is replaced by liberty during the final line in the track “We’re free to roam”.  It's that sort of lyrical tranquility that makes each of the three artists legendary in their own ways. 

“Futura Free” is the perfect outro song.  It is a rambling but also a victory.  The track opens with one of the few expressions of humor on the album with Ocean’s admission that “If I was being honest, I’d say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal, I’m good”.  It is a relief to see that after the torment expressed in the album, Frank is able to end by rejoicing in the fact that he hasn’t had a job since 2009.  No shit.  However, even in his gladness, Ocean never loses his humility.  He remains transparent in his statement that “I play these songs, it’s therapy momma, they paying me momma.  I should be paying them.  I should be paying y’all honest to God”

Ocean insists that he’s “just a guy, I’m not a god”.  After listening to the album, it’s debatable.  However, I’m sure he knows better than the rest of us.  Either way, for being just a guy, Frank Ocean was somehow able to exceed four years of monumental anticipation and do it in a way that lacked gimmicks, flashiness, trends, or the insincerity that is so often prevalent when artists attempt to remain relevant.  Rather, Frank Ocean exceeded our expectations on Blond by simply making great music. 


Coasts: An Album Review

Coasts: An Album Review

Photo courtesy of Bring the Noise UK

Rarely is it that I find an album that is consistent in sound and I find all songs likeable. So when a special album like Coasts’ 2016 self-titled collection is released, I cherish it and hold on to it because who knows when a favourable album like their’s will come along next.

I was first introduced to the five-piece English band when I heard their most popular song, Oceans. I’ve had it on my iTunes playlist for some time, but I picked up their full album only recently. I was hooked as the track list rolled through. I was, and still am, mesmerized by the summery, sun-kissed beats that make summer feel endless. 

There are sixteen songs on the deluxe album, including A Rush of Blood and Wallow. All of the tracks share a similar sound, something many artists struggle to establish. While driving with Coasts pumping out of the car speakers, windows rolled down, breeze pushing your hair back, you can mistake the album for a nostalgic time-piece, infusing freedom and adrenaline into your veins. Personally, I think Coasts’ album feeds any mood and setting, regardless of the circumstance. Whether you’re sitting around a fire with friends on the beach, kicking off your summer road trip, or walking home from a less than pleasing night; Coasts have a song for the context. 

For the most part the tracks are upbeat indie/rock/pop based, and supply the listener with an evocative wave of affection, leading you to miss the One That Got Away. “The whole album is inspired by so many different genres of music,” said the band in a Vevo interview. It is hard to define Coasts’ sound, as they draw influence from every corner of the music scene. Although they ooze originality, I would compare them to sounds like Wildcat! Wildcat!, Amber Run, Panama Wedding and Magic Man. 

Photo courtesy of Long Island Pulse
Because I enjoy the album so much, it’s hard to pinpoint any negatives. However, there is always room for improvement. In the future, I would love to see Coasts collaborate with a female voice; it would put a different spin on their already unique sound, and I think it would open up many opportunities to expand their career and exposure. 

Some of the less memorable songs like, Your Soul, Wash Away and Let Go, act as buffers to bring you from the beginning of the album to the end, without really noticing that you played the middle pieces already. The first half of the album is arguably stronger than the last half, with songs like Wolves, Lions and Modern Love pulling you into the calming blend of Stay, Tonight and As Long As I Need You. As a whole, however, the songs mesh together to create a familiar story of love and loss. 


Needless to say, if you are looking for a summer anthem that allows you to drift into September with memories of spontaneous nights by the water and running from the realities of life, check out Coasts and their self-titled debut album.

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