Pink Floyd
The Endless River
The best thing about The Endless River is how easy it is to listen to. I've done it 4 times now. All the way through. Front to back. Without skipping past any songs. Without rolling my eyes. Without making any audible groans. I'm just now hitting play on my 5th. Yet it's also perhaps the most uninteresting album Pink Floyd has ever made. Nothing happens on it. Well, until track 18. It's so dull. There are no melodies, hardly any chord progressions that make it to a 4th chord. Famously, there are no lyrics until the very last song. It's a solid hour of Pink Floyd stew, as if the band just set up in a studio, hit record, and jammed, while watching the Liverpool match on the telly, barely paying attention to what they were playing. Instead of creating melodies, moments, or passages, they seem to just play, tracing the patterns of the trail they've spent decades tramping. Like a lab mouse running through an empty room, but moving left and right in the pattern of the maze he'd run a thousand times. Here's something like "Welcome to the Machine." There's something like "One of these Days." All atop a bed of "Us and Them." But you know what? That's the best Pink Floyd! I love that Pink Floyd! I just wrote a post about it! So even though there's absolutely nothing on this album to grab on to, to remember, or to be the least bit passionate about, it's so nice to listen to! It's not even really a Pink Floyd album; it's a an ambient soundscape album of Pink Floyd Sounds. And then it gets to that last track, and Dave Gilmour's vocals final enter the picture, and it's actually pretty glorious. Kinda like "Eclipse." Remember that one?

Ty Segall
Is Ty Segall some sort of prank that's being played on me? Is he the outcome of some mass hallucination between music critics and bloggers? Is there information I'm not privy to? Was there a meeting? I don't get it. I put on Manipulator, or any of the dozen other albums he seems to release every month, and I hear scuzzy, partially psychedelic garage rock with just-barely-interesting chord progressions, and lifeless vocal melodies sung by a guy who is trying too hard to make it sound like he's not trying hard. It's B- music. It's better than nothing. But what am I missing? "Ty Segall" is spoken (typed) in hushed tones in most circles, used as a measuring stick for other competently uninteresting scuzz rockers who were once lucky enough to play on his records, or tour with him. He's the center of an entire scene, and I don't fucking get it.
Pink Floyd
Wish You Were Here
Not that I'm complaining (me?), but I kinda wish Pink Floyd had released just one more album in between Dark Side and Animals. The silky smooth perfection of Wish You Were Here and Dark Side are essentially the sound of Pink Floyd as history has come to know them. And they're perfect albums, and I love them dearly. But really, it's just those two albums that represent their peak of perfection. Meddle is fantastic, but it marks the transition from their earlier periods of searching. And Animals is also fantastic, but it marks the beginning of their tumultuous discontent. Listening to Wish today, I realized I just want one more album of the dreamy, euphoric bliss that constituted those two. And I don't think their new one is going to cut it.
Pearl Jam
Riot Act
Riot Act is a lot better than I remember it being.

Augie March
Havens Dumb
Here we have another new Augie March album, their first after a five year hiatus, that doesn't even have a US release, and will basically be ignored by everyone outside of Australia, but that is a beautiful, lovely, charming, accomplished piece of music making. It's not their best, and it does feel a bit like it's Augie March on auto-pilot, but these guys—well, their singer and songwriter Glenn Richards anyway—are so good at what they do that even their auto-pilot is worth at least a solid 8 for those of us keeping score.

Blake Mills
Heigh Ho
This is a very nice, moody, earthy-yet-unearthly little "Americana" album by a guy who has Jon Brion, Benmont Tench, and Fiona Apple on his team. You can imagine how this is of interest to me. I was surprised to find out Blake Mills had nothing (or little) to do with Fiona's The Idler Wheel, as the production here shares a lot in common with that record; everything is organic, dark, mysterious, and even though it's loaded with studio trickery, none of it is synthetic. Rambling nylon string guitars give way to booming analog-distorted drums give way to droning organs give way to psychedelic guitar heroism. The songwriting is a little more vague, with hints of modern folky junk like the Avett Brothers or Ray Lamontagne, but owes perhaps more to the self-aware melodicism of an Elvis Costello or Nick Lowe. Total class, really. If there's any downside, it's just difficult to latch on to any of it. "Don't Tell Our Friends About Me" is the made-for-The-Current hit single, and deservedly so, but the rest of the album is slow, low, and just atmospheric enough that you're never quite sure what it's up to, or where it's going. But that just leaves you coming back for more.

Nude Beach
I'm currently 16 tracks deep into this 19 track album of Tom-Petty-meets-Ted-Leo, tasteful-yet-edgy Brooklyn guitar pop, yet I couldn't hum you a single melody or quote you a single lyric from the preceding 15. I want so badly to like this, it has so much potential, but it's just spread too thin. Although the very fact that I've made it 16 tracks in, without turning it off out of boredom, frustration, or exhaustion, says a lot about how listenable it is, despite its lack of personality.

The Rolling Stones
Beggars Banquet
I think Beggars Banquet is the Rolling Stones album for me.

Everything Will Be Alright In The End
This Weezer album is tricking everyone into believing it's their best since Pinkerton. It's not. The Green Album and Maladroit are both better. By far. What EWBAITE does do, much like Metallica's Death Magnetic album did a few years ago, is mimic enough of the superficial trappings of old Weezer to keep people from realizing that old Weezer is gone. And it's not coming back. It's a musical uncanny valley; it sounds like Weezer, right? Kind of? But pay attention, and it feels wrong. Synthetic. Desperate. Like a Target knockoff of a vintage ottoman which looks so great in the catalogue. In a weird way, I'd almost rather they release another half dozen shitty Hurleys and Raditudes in search of something new and great than put out something like EWBAITE, which feels like giving up.
Majesty Shredding
I mentioned in my previous Guided by Voices post that I have been obsessed with power pop lately. But I'm having the hardest time finding the right power pop for me! But one band that has not done me wrong is Superchunk. Another band that I've passed off my whole life (what a dumb name! Superchunk???), these guys just got on my radar two summers ago, when they released a single "This Summer," was was so big, so dumb, but so great, that I realized something was up. (That plus my introduction to their drummer, Jon Wurster, on The Best Show on WFMU, as a true comedic genius and sidekick to Tom Scharpling, who also drums for the Mountain Goats and Bob Mould, let me know that if that dude was involved with a band, they have to be at least interesting). So like GbV, I've started with their newer stuff. Majesty Shredding. And I kind of love it. It's power. It's pop. It's big fat guitars and catchy choruses and smart chord changes and a vocalist that sounds like the lead singer of the coolest cartoon band you've ever heard. This isn't life changing or mind altering music, but it's fucking great.
Guided by Voices
Earthquake Glue
32 going on 33 and getting no younger and with my sad life crumbling around me, I decided maybe it's time for Guided By Voices. These guys have been a mystery to me for years, a band that "other people" listen to, that somehow exist in a different reality than my own. They and I are not to mix. Well, no more. I've been longing for quality power pop (and power punk) lately, and list after list has spoken the same refrain: GbV. So here I am. I started with some newer releases, rather than Bee Thousand which seems to be the one to start with. But I'm not sure it matters, because what I've learned is that, despite the fact that they've released so many records with so many songs on them, that Guided by Voices are a singles band. I've gone through Earthquake Glue, Universal Truths and Cycles, and one other newer one, and it's really a crapshoot. It all seems good. Like, they know how to put chords together, and Bob Pollard does have a singular sense of melody, and a fantastic voice that sounds like Peter Gabriel doing a George Harrison impression. But it's only now and then that everything really clicks. And when it clicks, they're awesome. Otherwise, it's interesting, but not super engaging. Which is disappointing, because for how legendary these guys are at this point, I was prepared for a true epiphany, and hundreds and hundreds of songs of genius to sift through for the next couple years. But what I have is a disc's worth of singles that I've heard on KEXP a thousand times. They're still good though.
Sondre Lerche
I read a blurb on a music site that claimed Please is finally Sondre Lerche's first complete "masterpiece." This excited me, as I've long seen Lerche as a musician and writer of huge potential, who has a couple great songs, and even more great moments scattered throughout okay songs, but who has yet to fully realize an "album," front to back. I am displeased, however, to find that Please is generally more of the same, but with some crazy noises and production tricks thrown into the mix. The only real excitement I've found on my first couple spins is the very end of the last song, "Logging Off," where an extended sax solo works through some cool interplay with some cut up audio of its parallel melody, melding some brash musicality and weirdness together unlike anything he's done before. But for this dude, it's all about the tunes, and there's nothing here that surpasses what he's done before.

Teenage Fanclub
Amazing that I spent years listening to KEXP all day every day at work, and never realized that every time they played a vaguely early-90s power pop song, it was most likely taken from this record.

Jens Lekman
Night Falls Over Kortedala
Chalk another one up to I Can't Believe I've Been Ignoring This Guy For The Last 6 Years. No ignoring per say, just that I never bothered to sit down and listen to him. Everything I read sounded like something I might like, but maybe the quick clips I'd heard over time never interested me? I don't know! It's great! I love it! It's like if the Go Team and Sondre Lerche teamed up to do gentle, string-swept 60s and 70s pop pastiches, with a much happier Mark Kozalek writing lyrics. It's beautiful. And funny. And smart. Just like me!

11.26.2014 - by Steve
Public - St. Paul
We've done it. We've reached the Restaurant Singularity. The Monoraunt. Critical Restaurant. Every new restaurant is every other new restaurant, and Public is the event horizon. Public. What is that? What does that mean? Who is it for? The menu. What are you doing? Comfort food? Haute cuisine? Bar food? American? Italian? What is that art on the walls? Why is your printed menu clipped to a specialty clipboard that has clearly been created solely to clip haute American comfort food restaurant menus on to. The logo. Plain black letters. "PUBLIC kitchen + bar." Why should I care about this? The ribs were braised rather than smoked, which is totally fine, but I could get better a few train stops away at Big Daddy's. The jo jos were seasoned with what seemed like the same "cajun" seasoning you'd get at most bars. The sauce was somewhere between Italian and Mexican, sweet and spicy, but afraid of... being. Still, it was exactly as good as it had to be to not get bad online reviews, which seems to be exactly part of the plan of someone who would name their investment restaurant "Public."
11.23.2014 - by Steve
Hen House - Downtown Minneapolis
Biscuits and gravy
I wanted to make this post a eulogy for Peter's Grill, Minneapolis' only truly historic diner, which shut down and is now Hen House. However, that would have been disingenuous, because I only ever at at Peter's once, and felt the food was truly uninspiring, no matter how historic it was. So as much as I hate that it closed, I was part of the problem. But now we have Hen House, which at least kept a lot of Peter's cool old style booths and counter. They also kept Peter's uninspiring food. It's really just standard, slightly-better-than-Perkins breakfast food. You could get the exact same quality of meal literally two blocks away at Key's (where, I was not surprised to learn, Hen House's ownership began their food careers). That space deserves better.
11.23.2014 - by Steve
Digby's - Roseville
I was surprised (pleasantly!) to learn that this big new Rosedale Mall megarestaurant is actually a locally owned, nearly one-off place! Good for Rosedale! After eating there, though, I was surprised (unpleasantly!) that this locally owned, nearly one-off place was so, so boring. Just the most unimaginative, ordinary sports bar and pizza offerings that a restaurant could possibly have. TGI F-ing Friday's has a more interesting menu. Seriously. And worst of all, TGI F-ing Friday's food is just as good. There was nothing at all special about my burger, my fries, or my chili (which I think might have been made by adding some spices and beef and beans to their marinara sauce). None of it was bad, it was just completely and regrettably mundane, and gives the entire concept of locally owned and operated restaurants a bad name to mall goers who would be better off going to the Ruby Tuesday's on the other side of the mall. What a waste.
11.16.2014 - by Steve
Lake & Irving - Uptown Minneapolis
Pulled pork sandwich
Lake & Irving is somewhat invisible, hidden away from the Uptown suck-hole, down Lake street (and Irving, clearly), across the street from Barbette. But it's the best kind of invisible. It's not huge. It's not loud. It's not full of Uptown party girls. It has no "theme." It doesn't have a quirky old woodcut image painted huge on its wall. It doesn't have a bar made from reclaimed fishing boats. It doesn't have a tasteful shelf of mounted rodent skulls in bell jars. It doesn't have a wall of TVs or posters advertising Summit 2-for-1s. It's "just" a restaurant. But my food was delicious, the service was super pleasant, the prices were reasonable, and it was lit well enough to be able to read my book at the bar. This is all that I want! I'm actually kind of astounded that this place is allowed to exist within the boundaries of Uptown. And I hope it sticks around for a while, but I worry its potential audience (reasonable people with taste) have been scared off from that neighborhood permanently.

11.12.2014 - by Steve
Dilla Ethiopian Restaurant - U of M
Siga wat
I feel like Ethiopian food might be one of the most "foreign" cuisines to us Americans. Not-quite-familiar flavor profiles that never taste like what you expect them to taste like. Stewed mushy mystery vegetables. That weird flatbread you use instead of silverware that always feels moist. It's a perfect cuisine for white person awkwardness and food fear. But I like it! Mostly. I think?

11.12.2014 - by Steve
Runyon's - Downtown Minneapolis
In the words of Iowa's own Andrew Voss: "The great thing about Runyon's is..." And, well, I don't remember the rest of what he said. But he was right. There's a great thing about Runyon's, but it's so inconspicuous as to be practically invisible in downtown's obnoxious bar scene. But Runyon's is just a humble little (not quite) dive bar, with a humble little menu of a few burgers and some wings and fries and beer. As far as greasy bar burgers go, theirs is one of the better one's I've had in town, especially with the horseradish cheddar cheese. The fries aren't hand cut, but they were perfectly fried. The wings were... wings. But if 'm ever looking for a quick bite downtown, you can bet your ass I'll be going back here instead of battling all the other nonsense down the street.
11.01.2014 - by Steve
Sweet Pea's - St. Paul
Beer cheese lucy
And here we have Sweet Pea's, a new-ish "public house" (it's a bar and grill, okay? A bar and grill) that took over Goby's old spot on Snelling & Randolph. I never went to Goby's. I'm sure it was great and will be missed. But Sweet Pea's. The self-proclaimed "Friendliest Pub in St. Paul." I guess it might be, maybe, sure, but the bartender seemed like he was kind of mad at his co workers. And it's cold when people open the front door. But I bet you want to hear about their food. Well, they're located smack dab in between the Nook and the Blue Door and O'Gara's, and their inferiority complex shows; their menu is basically a limited (but pleasantly limited) selection of juicy lucies and Irish pub favorites. There are some other burgers and sandwiches in there, too, but who cares. As far as their lucies are concerned, they hint at some of the interesting flavor combinations of the Blue Door, even going as far as ripping off the BD's Jiffy burger, but they don't go the distance. They do, however, offer one unique and seemingly essential idea to the lucy scene: the Beer Cheese lucy. Beer cheese soup right inside the burger. It works! It's basically like getting a regular cheese lucy, but it has that extra richness that the beer stock gives you. The burger itself, and the fries, didn't do much to surpass the Nook or Blue Door, though. I'd put it, and the establishment in general, right on par with the 5-8 Club. Smack dab in between every other burger offering in town. Respectable, but not inspiring.
10.19.2014 - by Steve
Lyn 65 - Richfield
Short ribs and wild mushrooms
A fun filled evening with friends in Richfield's hottest new—well, hottest only—craft restaurant. What does that mean? I don't really know. But it seems like the word to use. Anyway, it seems the corner of 65th and Lyndale is becoming the hottest spot in Richfield for leftish moneyed anti-suburbanites; there's a brand new food co-op, brand new condos, a brand new abortion clinic, and now Lyn 65! I assumed it was going to be sort of a slick, moderny pub type place, with burgers and homemade ketchup and local beers and maybe some poutine or something (think: 7th Street Social). But in fact, it's more of a straight-up, no nonsense 'new American' restaurant. Short ribs, curried lobster, carbonara, wood fired pizzas. Grown up food. They've got a burger and a torta, but that's it for their bar stuff. I was half happy with my short ribs with wild mushrooms and brussels sprouts and a sort of balsamic hollandaise sauce, but felt a little dismayed by the portion. Funny enough, there was plenty of meat. But I wanted far more brussels and mushrooms. They were delicious, but there wasn't nearly enough. And at $24, especially $24 Richfield dollars, I was disappointed with what I got. No bread, either! It's a terrible feeling to finish thirty bucks worth of food and still feel hungry enough for a second plate. And that's after a few chicken wings, too! Which, by the way, had a nice Korean sauce and awesome pickled ginger, but the wings themselves were a bit slimy and fatty for my taste. I wasn't alone; it seemed everybody in our party left hungry. And I know I sound like a whiny Yelp reviewer, but it's true. I've had plenty of "fancy" meals for that much money, and I've rarely if ever felt as cheated as I did with this one. But in a fun quirky little touch, every meal ends with a free soft-serve vanilla cone. Which is cute and appreciated, but unfortunately comes in lieu of an actual dessert menu. And the soft serve was frosty; there's little I hate more than frosty soft serve. So I even get to complain about that! So. Yeah. But despite all of that terrible whining I just did, I do really like what Lyn 65 is doing. They're bringing good stuff to a place that desperately needs it. And they seem to be doing it honestly, and with integrity, with great service, and without cutting corners or trying to pass bullshit over on us because they happen to be unique to the suburbs. They just need get some of their stuff figured out a little better, and they might just make it.

10.10.2014 - by Steve
Soberfish - South Minneapolis
Soberfish noodles
Soberfish opened up earlier this summer, over in the Seward part of Franklin, taking up the old space where True Thai used to be. I finally got there tonight, and my report is: good enough! Not a whole lot to say on it. I'd say it would rate on the high end of the clump of decent Thai restaurants in town. It's no Sen Yai, it's no Krung Thep, it's no King and I (don't you miss the King and I?). But I'm happy enough with it, and the closest Thai place to my house, which is centrally located in the middle of the city's largest Thai food deadzone. Plus it's somewhat cheap, and there's a TV at the bar that had the baseball game on, and I'm a dirtbag, so it's a perfect fit.
10.08.2014 - by Steve
The Third Bird - Downtown Minneapolis
Bison burger
I'm so out touch with the restaurant scene these days. There are just too many places coming and going, and I don't have the stomach or wallet to keep up. So when I biked down to Loring Park tonight, and saw this new place The Third Bird, in the former home of Cafe Maude and Nick and Eddies, I wasn't even surprised. Another fucking restaurant. And of course, Kim Bartman is involved. And double of course, Scott Seekins was sitting at the bar. What a town! The place is a little bit fussy, but not nearly as trend-hungry as any number of other places that have popped up recently, but still more 'hip' than 'homey.' The menu is... I'm not even sure. Generally Americanish high-endish something with a bit of French or maybe Scandanavian with a twist of Mediterranean something? I don't know. I had a bison burger and fries (with harissa dipping sauce, of course) and some roasted chili broccoli. It was all way, way too salty. The burger, the broccoli. Especially the fries. So. Much. Salt. The broccoli tasted a little weird. I don't know what was going on with it. The fries were almost great, but generally over fried. And did I mention the salt? The burger was good, with some homemade thousand island and some sort of sweet chutney. And the occasional chunk of salt. More of the chutney would've perfected it. But it was satisfying. The question is, why the Third Bird? What does this place offer us that Nick and Eddie's didn't? That Maude didn't? That any of a dozen new places don't? It was a very pleasant place to eat, if I lived nearby and had cash to spare, I'd probably give it another shot. But I don't know why I should worry about the Third Bird when I barely have time for the first and second.
10.08.2014 - by Steve
Cocina Latina - South Minneapolis
One of the last "authentic" holdouts in a swiftly gentrifying (I hate that word, but it's the right one) neighborhood around 38th and Nicollet, I've always heard good things about Cocina Latina. It's presence is aggressively unassuming, right down to the name ("Latin Kitchen." Arriba!), but it's been around long enough that you have to figure it's doing something right. So I finally popped in last Friday, and was mostly happy with it. FIrst thing that surprised me is that's it really is a "Latin kitchen," more than a "Mexican kitchen." The majority of their menu as an amalgamation of South American, Central American, and even Puerto Rican and Cuban. I can't say I know enough about these specific cuisines to be able to say what's what, but the point it, you have to go to the last pages of the menu before you can find enchiladas and refried beans. I forget the name of what I ordered, but it was essentially (and regretfully) a big pile of meat. Grilled meat. Steak, pork, sausage, pork belly. There were some fried plantains there, and some very tasty green salsa, but that was it. No rice, no beans. Meat and plantains. It was my own fault for ordering it, but to be fair, it tasted good. Everything had nice flavor, even if it was a little dry. But it was good. I'd go back, I think, but it seems perhaps like the kind of place you'll want to visit with friends; share some plates, get some rice and beans on the side, and enjoy the place before someone buys it and turns it into an Argentinian wine bar.

10.08.2014 - by Steve
Boneyard - Uptown Minneapolis
Fried chicken
We all know how I feel about the current state of Uptown, and of the new Minneapolis restaurant scene in general, so I won't depress you here by rehashing my thoughts on that. But this evening I was in a position where I decided to swallow my pride and take off my angry-hat and grab a bite to eat at one of the handful of new Uptown restaurants (or "suburban white person traps," as I like to think of them). Libertine (sigh...) was too busy, so I ended up at Boneyard, which serves "southern style" food in the old Old Chicago space by the bus station. It's big, spacious, expensively designed, and, on a Friday night, half empty. Yikes. Bad sign for Boneyard. Good sign for me, since I could sit at the bar and be left alone to watch the ballgame on TV and eat some fried chicken. And to be completely fair and hopefully positive: it was very good fried chicken! A bit on the crispy side, and drier than I'd like, but very flavorful, and it came with some ghost pepper hot sauce, and some sriracha maple syrup, as well as some hush puppies, cole slaw and a biscuit. Really, it was all very good. But it was also nearly $20 before tip. And there, in a nutshell, is my problem with everything. Do we really need this? Do we need another huge restaurant (owned by the owners of Crave, *eye roll tongue-out emoji*) designed solely to look good in photos and impress out of towners and give some real estate investors a line item for their portfolio? Nobody is going to make this place a regular haunt. It's big and vacuous and unwelcoming and expensive. But it's great fried chicken! Why can't someone just open up a little space, 15-20 tables, and cook up some fried chicken and hush puppies, and not worry about the other 30 menu items, the happy hour specials, the 20 tap beers, the $60k interior design contract, and the fucking scene?