I think I remember seeing some of her older stuff on VH1 Soul (may
it rest in peace!) We really don't get to hear anything new in this
country without filtering through the monopoly filter. There's a
ton of American and UK R&B artists that are making good original
stuff. :(
I don't want to nitpick but the dance moves are James Brown. She's ok.
On Sat, May 22, 2010 at 3:46 AM, Martin Baxter
<martinbaxt...@gmail.com> wrote:
I'm convinced.
Thanks, Brent!
On Fri, May 21, 2010 at 11:05 PM, brent wodehouse
<brent_wodeho...@thefence.us> wrote:
http://www.popmatters.com/pm/review/125708-janelle-monae-the-
archandroid
Janelle Monáe: The ArchAndroid
By Quentin B. Huff 21 May 2010
Lady Stardust
There’s a perfectly good reason why I never thought of Michael
Jackson as
the “King of Pop”. It’s not because I’m a hater. It’s not that I
thought
he was undeserving of the title. It’s that I always thought of Michael
Jackson as an entire category unto himself. How, I wondered, could
he be
“of” anything? He was his own genre. Same thing with the Beatles.
James
Brown. Ella Fitzgerald. Aretha.
I’m not saying Janelle Monáe Robinson has reached the status of
Michael
Jackson. Nor am I suggesting that she can lay claim to an entire
genre -
at least not yet. If, however, you’re looking for the “total package”,
this little lady from the state of Kansas comes awfully close. Perhaps
more importantly, she’s got all the makings of a genuine ‘70s and ‘80s
rock star, and they sure don’t make a lot of those anymore. These
days,
it’s about the everyman and everywoman singing relatable tunes, not
some
rock god or goddess belting out larger-than-life stadium anthems.
This is
the age of the familiar, not the foreign.
Janelle Monáe’s rock star bona fides are all intact. She’s got
vocals for
days, wielding a voice that can be as gentle as a ballad in a
Disney movie
or so big and thunderous her five foot (1.524 meter) frame hardly
seems
fit to contain it. A rock star needs an iconic look, and her outfit of
choice is timeless and appropriate: a tuxedo, black and perfectly
pressed.
Her hairstyle includes a gravity-defying pompadour. She makes songs
like
“Neon Gumbo”, composed with backwards lyrics and a reversed sample
of her
older tune “Many Moons”, like the stuff Prince added to the end of
Darling
Nikki. Like any self-respecting rock star, she’s fabulous and glam and
entertainingly weird, traits you could easily pick up from her
interviews.
When it comes to music, though, she’s focused, message-oriented, and
dedicated to uplifting her listeners.
Better still, she absolutely brings the hotness to her live show.
Hyperactive, to the point of appearing possessed, Janelle Monáe is a
firecracker, a combination of James Brown and David Bowie, among
others.
She’s undulating, twisting, gyrating, the embodiment of constant
motion.
There’s no lip synching here, folks, and did I mention that she
moonwalks
like nobody’s business? The sista can dance.
Musically, she’s a live wire, a genre-hopper who touches R&B and
prog rock
with as much verve as she handles jazz, cabaret, rap, doo-wop, and
disco.
She’s chic with a rockabilly lean, smart yet fun, and a gleeful
student of
Pink Floyd, Prince, Stevie Wonder, Charlie Chaplin, Alfred
Hitchcock, and
Grace Jones. She ought to be a member of OutKast, but instead of
shaking
it “like a Polaroid picture”, she shakes it “like a schizo”. She’s the
daughter of George Clinton and Parliament’s “Star Child” who
occasionally
borrows the “mothership” and takes it out for a spin. She’s
Cinderella,
but she wears James Brown’s dress shoes (without socks!) in lieu of
slippers. She’s Lady Stardust.
She is, quite honestly, the best signee to Sean “Diddy” Combs’s Bad
Boy
label since the Notorious B.I.G., and signing her was certainly
Diddy’s
most interesting choice since he made those kids on Making the Band
walk
all the way from Manhattan to Brooklyn, New York to secure him some
cheesecake.
Still not convinced? Nothing gives you rock star cred like having the
necessary self-indulgence to craft a concept album or rock opera. Pink
Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, Willie Nelson’s Red Headed Stranger,
Green
Day’s American Idiot, and Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On are among
those
often cited as examples of the concept album phenomenon. Throw your
favorite album by the Who in there somewhere too (I pick Tommy),
and I’ll
add MF Doom’s Mm..Food. Such albums are exciting, sprawling, and
ambitious, but also given to excess. Where there’s a concept, it seems
that metaphor and symbolism cannot be far behind. No wonder the
English
word “conceit” means “vanity” or “arrogance” and, in literary circles,
also refers to an “extended metaphor”.
Janelle Monáe’s concept began with Suite I of a IV-suite series in
2007’s
Metropolis: The Chase Suite. There, Ms. Monáe was an “alien from outer
space”, inhabiting the persona of Cindi Mayweather, female android
#57821
living in the year 2719. Mayweather falls in love with a human named
Anthony Greendown. Unfortunately, such fraternizing with humans is
a major
faux pas, so the powers that be have designated Android #57821 for
immediately disassembly. It’s a little like the 1986 film Short
Circuit,
except this robot is an unbelievable singer, dancer, and performer.
Likewise, Janelle Monáe’s fictional world of 2719 owes a few nods
to Fritz
Lang’s 1927 sci-fi dystopian film, Metropolis. With smooth
crooning, and
music that could’ve come straight out of a James Bond flick, Suite I
chronicled Cindi Mayweather’s plight and her experience on the lam.
The year 2010 sees the release of the sequel to Suite I, The
ArchAndroid.
Actually, it’s two sequels, Suite II (11 songs) and Suite III (seven
songs), and both parts add substantial pathos to the Mayweather
saga. The
ArchAndroid isn’t like Prince Paul’s Prince Among Thieves, which
offers a
straightforward narrative. Nor is it as thematically unified as Marvin
Gaye’s What’s Going On or even Hear, My Dear. It is, nevertheless,
close
to being cousins with David Bowie’s The Rise & Fall of Ziggy Stardust,
except where Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust succumbed to self-destruction
and Rock
& Roll suicide, The ArchAndroid trumpets the awakening and
ascension of
Cindi Mayweather. As the boundaries between Bowie and his alter ego
were
often blurred, the divisions between Monáe and Mayweather are
similarly
difficult to discern.
Suites II and III, then, are touted as an “emotion picture”,
painted in
the style of a French impressionist, and positioning Cindi
Mayweather as a
messiah to androids, ready to unleash her superpowers. It’s her
very own
fairytale, not unlike St. Vincent scoring Disney films on mute for her
Actor album, Natalie Merchant setting poetry and lullabies to music
for
her Leave Your Sleep double album, or even writer Anne Sexton
embellishing
classic tales in her Transformations book of poetry.
The usual comparison is to Keanu Reeves’s “Neo” character in The
Matrix
trilogy, but that’s not quite right, is it? That downplays the
significance of Cindi Mayweather’s gender, a female messiah. How about
this: keep the reference to The Matrix but look at it as if Carrie-
Anne
Moss’s leather-clad (and somewhat robotic-moving) “Trinity” is
really The
One, or at least as crucial to the story as Neo. They could be the
Wonder
Twins of their messianic tale. That’s the only way the films ever
made any
sense to me. In the original film, Trinity found Neo, helped him
unplug
from the machine-created matrix hallucination, and resurrected him
like
Isis bringing Osiris back to life. She was herself resurrected in the
second film, The Matrix: Reloaded, and she sacrificed herself somewhat
thanklessly for the good of humankind in The Matrix: Revolutions. They
wouldn’t have made it through the first movie without Trinity, let
alone
completing a series.
In Janelle Monáe’s musical tale, The ArchAndroid is not your average
concept album, or even a typical album for that matter. The fact
that it’s
a combo of two Suites, a mega-suite, admits as much. Suite II boasts a
range of moods and musical styles that could be released on its
own. Suite
III, while maintaining the quality of the other Suites, wouldn’t be my
choice for a standalone release - largely because it’s really strange.
Both Suites present a series of surprising moments, as both begin with
classical music overtures. Across Suite II’s heady mixture, the
lyrics are
concerned with dreams, freedom, light, and liberation. Here, Cindi
Mayweather is awakened to the possibilities implicated by her love and
passion. Her wish for a free society shines through in “Dance or
Die”, a
rhythmically tribal jam that sounds amazingly similar to Vanessa
Williams’s “Freedom Dance (Get Free!)”. As underrated as I think
Williams’s Comfort Zone album is, this is not a comparison I
expected to
make based on Monáe’s earlier work, her appearances on OutKast’s
Idlewild
soundtrack, and her cameo on B.o.B.‘s “The Kids”. The reggae-tinged
rap of
“Dance or Die” gives the song an unexpected and refreshing quality.
The next track, “Faster”, sways to a textured wall of guitar strumming
while “Locked Inside” pays homage to Off the Wall-era Michael Jackson,
borrowing the drum roll from “Rock With You” to great effect. Two
up-tempo
rock joints, the anthemic “Cold War” and the blistering “Come Alive
(The
War of the Roses)”, join the James Brown workout of “Tight Rope” as
Suite
II’s ultimate highs. “Tight Rope” champions the virtues of emotional
balance and self-reliance, advising us to “dance up on them
haters”, never
allowing them “take all of your dreams”. Big Boi’s nimble guest
spot again
obscures the division between Monáe and Mayweather as he introduces
the
jam with an offhand, “Monáe and Left Foot”, using her real name but
referring to his own alter ego Sir Luscious Left Foot. Monáe also
describes herself as “another flavor, somethin’ like a Terminator,”
which
makes sense from an android angle, but is confounding from the
human side.
In the movies, the Terminator was not a friend of the people.
Songs like Suite II’s tender “Sir Greendown” and the Pink Floyd-
style “Oh,
Maker”, along with Suite III’s “57821”, explicitly give voice to
Monáe’s
sci-fi story. Others, like the searing Prince-like “Mushrooms &
Roses”,
stay in character but are more suggestive of the plot. You can tell
the
overall story is there. All it needs is the exposition you’d get
from the
dialogue in a musical, something to tie the songs together. Videos
for the
songs will help, and I could easily see this as a stage production.
Without narration, what remains is a smorgasbord of music, well-
executed
if not readily identifiable as having a common sound, and, most
importantly, sincerely rendered.
Act III goes a bit further, calling Cindi Mayweather’s followers in
“Neon
Valley Street” and gathering them under the fellowship of her music
(“Every note, every chord / I’ve arranged them for you and for me”).
Vocally, Janelle Monáe experiments with a diverse array of deliveries,
sometimes pure and unencumbered, at other times relying on special
effects. In “Neon Valley Street”, her voice is perfection, offering a
sense of peace through song and the love of the journey. The theme for
Suite III is paradise, or “nirvana”, as it is referred to in “Say
You’ll
Go”, and Mayweather’s beau Anthony Greendown continues in prominence.
Strange was my description of Suite III, as the proceedings bounce
from
the George Clinton-style funkiness of “Make the Bus”, featuring Of
Montreal, to the playful longing of “Wondaland”, the kind of song that
would’ve fit nicely on Kelis’s Wanderland album.
“Say You’ll Go” hits like a tribute to Stevie Wonder’s sound and vocal
arrangement, which Monáe and company do so well over the course of
both
Suites. This leads to the wonderfully epic finale, the awkwardly
titled
“BaBopByeYa”. Over eight minutes, “BaBopByeYa” smoothly transitions
through a set of movements that showcase melody, sublime vocals, and
luscious strings.
Welcome to Metropolis, folks. The year is 2719, even though the
music is
being released in 2010. It’s funky and fantastic, futuristic but
retro.
It’s in a category of its own.
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