|
|
|

| Scarlet
Fields Is:
Fionn
Ó Lochlainn-
Vocals, Guitar, Keys, String Arrangements,
etc...
Mitch
Getz-
Bass, Vocals
Steve
Slingeneyer-
Drums |
|
| It’s slowly becoming the accepted
prediction that blues based rock or another hybrid of
grunge will be the next form of rock to slay the masses.
From the current look of things, only music journalists
and a fistful of 15yo girls are still in love with Julian
and his session-players The Strokes, The Hives are being
held in an airport immigration office along with their
next album, and Jack White has emerged as soothsayer of
the next major phase in rock (can’t quite call him
father and you know why). Disco-rock and electro don’t
even count outside of NYC. But just when you thought you
couldn’t take another mono-rhythmic nü-metal
plod or another arrhythmic pop-punk whinefest, along came
a shamelessly bluesy slice of garage-punk that reminded
us of why crunch and stomp is the foundation of rock as
we now know it. For those who can’t remember, here’s
why: cause fuckin’ Jimmy Page said so that’s
why. Sure, he wasn’t the first, but it’s understood
that he was right and with good reason. If you can’t
remember that reason, then you’re a lost cause.
But Fionn Ó Lochlainn might disagree with that,
so consider Scarlet Fields his chance to remind you what
Page got right the first time. |
| To say Fionn Ó
Lochlainn, frontman and resident mastermind behind NYC-based
Scarlet Fields, has lived and breathed music since the
embryonic stage would be a bit dry. No, the man sips classical,
eats blues, shits folk, and inhales rock. He’s toured
with likes of Joe Cocker, Sinead O’Connor, and Billy
Bragg since the age of 16. He’s shared a band with
Rich Robinson of the Black Crowes (Hookah Brown). Hell,
The Stranglers recorded their Black and White album in
his parents’ home-studio. But let’s be fair
and separate the man from his legacy. Just watch him explain
his studio methods (“I love collaboration and live
recording with my band mates”), his preference for
songwriting (“it’s the culmination of my life’s
work”), even discussing the temperament of his muse
(“I just listen to her, she’s quite prolific”). |
|
He speaks of
all this with considerable confidence, especially about
his muse. And it’s that muse that currently has
him focused on the bluesy, organic live attack that made
bands like Zeppelin, Jefferson Airplane, and even Alice
in Chains so muscular and larger than life. But his muse
wasn’t always feeling so earthy. On
their self-produced debut EP, Fairweather, Scarlet
Fields were quickly swimming through the classic rock
waters, sounding a pinch more like Waters-era Pink Floyd.
While the blues-guitar work was there, Steven Slingeneyer’s
drums (White Light Motorcade) and Mitch Getz’s (Fabric,
The United States) bass sounded considerably more restrained.
The second half of the EP especially seemed more in love
with textures and string arrangements trotting through
slow-burners like the regretful “Sell You Out”
and the jaded “Drowning Well”. The main theme
throughout was America’s love affair with the church
of television and the populous’ preference of distance
from emotional truths. While the arrangements and production
echoed that thematic detachment skillfully, it was also
evident that the studio slickness was choking a band that
really wanted to be unrestrained. With Andy Wallace and
Steve Orchard at the mixing console, there was talent
behind the boards, but there was also a sense of overcooking.
This is why the live experience is vital. |
 |
It’s April
29th at Piano’s and smiling faces abound. Running
through post-Fairweather material, there’s a different
band on stage. It’s the same group, but a with
a more distinct vigor. While Fionn is tearing through
his hooks and leads, it’s the rhythm section that
has fresh blood flowing. Steven stomps and bashes his
way through even the tamest moments, assaulting you
with a melodic cross between Dale Crover and John Bonham.
He sports the troll-drum-face in that way that only
compliments drummers with a penchant for beastly fills.
Mitch’s bass work is the real surprise. All bottom-end,
this is bass played as BASS. |
| Maybe it’s
a proliferation of cheaper bass guitars in modern rock
or a love affair with FM-radio midranges, but it’s
been a while since 4-strings sounded this fat. Showing
proper restraint, he walks the line between simplicity
and melody nicely, never trying to upstage especially
in regards to stage presence. John Entwistle suddenly
looks like David Lee Roth on a hillbilly-meth binge. Their
combined dynamic provides the foundation for Fionn’s
swagger. Never stepping away from behind his mic too long,
Fionn stays focused on shredding through each riff and
again, the spirit of young Page thrives. Laced with spacey
effects, elements of punk creep through “Overcast”,
a song that sounds anything but. But as organic as their
sound is, they also wind tightly through the increasingly
complex arrangements that lend a new unpredictability
to the music. Whereas Fairweather felt more familiar in
its mood changes, the new batch twists and turns like
a German F-1 racetrack. Far from prog though, there are
plenty of stoner rock breakdowns to ensure things never
get too heady or complicated. Again, this is not the same
band the older EP presented. Can we assume the band has
found its new sound, to be adapted in the studio? |
| Maybe.
Early indications show (shake your Magic 8 Ball) …………………………….no.
Fionn let on that the next round of recordings will
again be self-produced. But Nigel Godrich (Radiohead,
Pavement), famous for his chilly and spacey sound, has
already mixed one track. Also, Steve Orchard is returning
to once again mix the new tracks. Advance singles “Drive”
and the aforementioned “Overcast” do show
a rawer and more stripped back sound, but there’s
still a sense of studio perfectionism that seems to
muzzle the performances. This is not to assume
the next release will be a step-backwards for the band.
There is just a suggestion that this group will have
two distinct personas at all times. There will be the
seasoned studio musicians who will lay down well-rehearsed,
production-heavy parts on 16 tracks. Then there will
be the more gut-driven, live power trio. Some may only
like one side over the other, but at least you have
options. |
|
| In today’s volatile
music scene its impossible to predict exactly how new
audiences will perceive Scarlet Fields. The specter of
their influences can linger heavily over the songs at
times, but current nostalgic and retro trends also show
that if they liked it the first time, and its not Fred
Durst affiliated, then they’ll like it again. Yup,
unpretentious guitar riffs are brimming on the horizon
and with any luck, nü-metal will be stamped out for
good. It may not happen tonight, but you can count on
Fionn fighting for it, till his last music-generated breath. |
|
|
|