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The Shins

Caring Is Creepy
They Might Not Change Your Life This Time, but The Shins are Back
By Andrew Clayman

Published in The Nashville Scene, October 2012



With a storyline mirroring their unlikely labelmates in No Doubt (!), the Shins awoke from a lengthy hibernation in 2012—led by a 40-something singer out to reclaim his roots after a much publicized side project. The resulting LP, Port of Morrow, is probably one of the year’s best pop albums, albeit a far cry from a “return to form.”

Gloss over Zach Braff and zap back a decade or so, and you’ll find the Shins in their original incarnation—a spunky jangle-pop troupe from Nowheresville (Albuquerque) making records about listening to records. To those who initially sniffed out the band’s 2001 debut Oh, Inverted World, the haunting pop ditties of singer James Mercer sounded like lost gems from indie’s canonized Elephant 6 collective—the tribe of cult heroes that included Neutral Milk Hotel, Olivia Tremor Control, and the Apples in Stereo.

Already 30 at that time, Mercer seemed like a good bet to follow in his forefathers’ commercially irrelevant footsteps, too. The Shins, for all their sugary hooks and clever wordplay, weren’t even in step with the leading indie rock of their day— be it the garage rock revivalism of the White Stripes or the post-post-punk of the Strokes and Interpol.

By the time a doe-eyed Natalie Portman came along with her chunky headphones, however, all bets were off. “This song will change your life,” she (in)famously tells a pouting Braff in 2004’s Garden State—an endorsement that simultaneously placed the Shins on a pedestal and a chopping block. Gone, apparently, was Mercer’s street cred. But as a fine parting gift: success, fame, and—notably-- continued critical adulation.

While Portman had been hocking tracks off Oh, Inverted World, the Shins already had their excellent sophomore album in the can (2003’s Chutes Too Narrow), and 2006’s Wincing the Night Away indicated only a graceful adjustment to a larger audience.

Silence followed for a bit, until a 40 year-old Mercer—perhaps in midlife crisis mode—re-emerged as the latest musical cohort of the prolific Danger Mouse in 2010, releasing the funky but not entirely satisfying Broken Bells album.

Fans wondered if the Shins ship had sailed for good. But as it turned out—despite Mercer’s penchant for swapping out the band’s lineup—the Shins were alive and well. Sure, some tunes on Port of Morrow now recall the radio spit-shine of Tom Petty and Steve Miller more than the fuzziness of, say, the Feelies. But the single “It’s Only Life” may be one of the best indie-pop epics since Glenn Mercer (no relation) penned a tune by the same name 25 years ago. …Can’t really say it’ll change your life, though.




Kimya Dawson

Kimya Dawson
@ The Grog Shop, Cleveland, April 11

by Andrew Clayman
Published in The Cleveland Scene (Village Voice), April 2008



The “honest to blog” references aren’t likely to go away anytime soon, but let it be said again for clarification— Kimya Dawson existed long before Juno. Much like The Shins and their Natalie Portman / Garden State affiliation, Dawson didn’t even record any new material for the film that shot her music into the public consciousness. Instead, her back catalog—both solo and with the Moldy Peaches— wound up custom-made for a crowd of quirky teen ironists who’d missed the boat the first time around.

Dawson, who sports big hair-dos and a little girl’s voice, has been quite the prolific solo artist, cranking out five albums in five year’s time. Her literate, low-budget approach fits the K Records mold quite well, but her newfound mainstream success could lead to some interesting creative crossroads in the years ahead. For now, she’s on the road with her husband, one-mand band Angelo Spencer. A reunion with Adam Green and the Moldy Peaches looks inevitable, too, but as of yet, unannounced.