Hell-On Neko Case

• 1 Hell-On 04:09
• 2 Last Lion of Albion 03:42
• 3 Halls of Sarah 03:50
• 4 Bad Luck 03:54
• 5 Curse of the I-5 Corridor 06:57
• 6 Gumball Blue 04:10
• 7 Dirty Diamond 03:37
• 8 Oracle of The Maritimes 04:24
• 9 Winnie 03:50
• 10 Sleep All Summer 05:11
• 11 My Uncle's Navy 04:12
• 12 Pitch or Honey 04:27
• Total Runtime 52:23

Info for Hell-On

Producer/singer/songwriter Neko Case has won a large and loyal audience for her smoky, sophisticated vocals and the downcast beauty of her music. Now more than 23 years into her musical calling, Case is the consummate career artist--fearless and versatile, with a fierce work ethic and a constant drive to search deeper within herself for creative growth.

Neko Case’s ‘Hell-On,’ an indelible collection of colorful, enigmatic storytelling that features some of her most daring, through-composed arrangements to date.

Produced by Neko Case, ‘Hell-On’ is simultaneously her most accessible and most challenging album, in a rich and varied career that’s offered plenty of both. ‘Hell-On’ is rife with withering self-critique, muted reflection, anthemic affirmation and Neko’s unique poetic sensibility. Neko enlisted Bjorn Yttling of (Peter Bjorn & John) to co-produce 6 tracks with her in Stockholm, Sweden where she mixed the 12 track album with Lasse Martin.

‘Hell-On’ features performances by Beth Ditto, Mark Lanegan, k.d. Lang, AC Newman, Eric Bachmann, Kelly Hogan, Doug Gillard, Laura Veirs, Joey Burns and many more.

Neko Case, vocals

Neko Case
When it comes to the art of telling tales, Jim Thompson had it pegged. There are 32 ways to write a story, the noir author famously observed, but only one plot: Things are not as they seem. The story of Neko Case, similarly, could be told a number of different ways; but the facts, as always, yield only a part of the truth.

There is the basic, by now familiar biographical arc: Cases childhood in Washington State, art school in Vancouver, her early baptism into the world of country and gospel music, and contemporary gigs in distaff punk trios Maow and Cub, as well as a longer (and ongoing) stint in powerhouse Canadian pop group the New Pornographers. Since the late 90s, however, the bulk of Cases energies have been devoted to a thriving solo career. Following three critically lauded studio albums, 1997s The Virginian, 2000s Furnace Room Lullaby, and 2002s masterful Blacklisted; a quietly potent kitchen-recorded EP, Canadian Amp; and last years brilliantly conceived concert collection The Tigers Have Spoken, Case reemerges with her latest, Fox Confessor Brings the Flood.

Two years in the making from conception to completion, the album is a culmination of sorts, the sound of an artist fully coming into her own and producing a career defining statement. Cases work has always hinted at a uniquely skewed gyroscope at the center of the music: her songs at once playful and heartfelt, artsy yet unpretentious, and capable of shelving offbeat imagery inside of classic compositional structures. Significantly, Fox Confessor is further fueled by Nekos refusal to limit her work along generic boundaries. Her role as producer is profoundly felt, as styles, influences and sonic signatures from dozens of musical traditions thread through the new songs, leaving the echo of their passing but combine to create a sound at once foreign and familiar.

Lyrically reflective and self-assessing, the twelve songs on the Fox Confessor are cast in a tone that is at once resigned (Hold On, Hold On) yet far from pessimistic (Maybe Sparrow). Its an album where the storytelling offers exacting portraits of the transient and hyper real (Margaret Vs. Pauline, Star Witness, That Teenage Feeling), while opening windows to the still viable--albeit sadly neglected these days--metaphors, lessons, or cautionary reflections derived through mythological creations (Fox Confessor Brings The Flood). Elsewhere, near-forgotten spirituals (John Saw That Number) emote clear-eyed observations on our common lives.

Aside from the intro to John Saw That Number (recorded in the back stairwell of Torontos Horseshoe Tavern) and At Last (tracked at Torontos Iguana studio), the balance of the album was done at Tucson, Arizonas Wavelab Studio, with engineers Craig Schumacher and Chris Schultz. Produced and mixed by Neko and Darryl Neudorf, Fox Confessor Brings The Flood once again finds her imagistic lyrics and singular voice backed by a cadre of talented collaborators including longtime bandmates Jon Rauhouse and Tom V. Ray, frequent musical foils The Sadies, Giant Sand leader Howe Gelb, vocalist Kelly Hogan, Calexicos Joey Burns and John Convertino, as well as Canadian cohorts Brian Connelly and Paul Rigby. Former Flat Duo Jet Dexter Romweber and Rachel Flotard of Seattle punk-pop combo Visqueen also guest, as does legendary piano/keyboard/accordion genius Garth Hudson of the Band.

However, if Neko has always chosen the best of collaborative friends, what she reveals on the new album is that the most tender place in my heart is for strangers--a statement which may or may not have seeds planted in the transient nowhere-is-home years of her childhood.

Having been moved from town to town after arriving in the world toward the end of 1970, she eventually settled in Tacoma, Washington. An only child, by the age of 15 shed left home and quit school. Neko somehow managed to survive on her own, and soon steeped herself in the re-emerging punk scene that roamed wildly between Olympia and Seattle, working at a series of rock clubs and witnessing firsthand the transformative power of bands like the Screaming Trees, Girl Trouble, and Nirvana.

Although she maintains an affinity for punk music and its off-shoots (having begun her musical career as a drummer for The Del-Logs, The Propanes, and Maow), it was the discovery of an obscure spiritual album by Bessie Griffin & Her Gospel Pearls that provided an important paradigm shift for her early on.

"I was 19," she once explained to an interviewer. "I was heavily into punk rock, and punk rock was really dogmatic and macho. But this record made me feel like, you know what, these people are singing about something they really care about. These ladies arent kidding. And they sing about religion with more passion than anybody sings about anything--not about love or sex or violence or anything. Its like their voices are these crazy cannons or something, and they could just blow shit out of their way with them. I wanted to be able to sing like that, because I thought that mustve felt really good."

As it happened, that kind of vibrant voice lurked inside her own body--seemingly born of another era, much older and lived-in than what someone in her thirties should now possess, unleashed at equal turns raucous and otherworldly. Much, of course, has been made of her unique vocal talents, as well as the musical strength of her recordings. Yet it is her lyrical prowess that begs for greater analysis, for her ability to shape verse is on par with everything else that makes her albums so dynamic--her other voice, as it were.

Indeed, the poetics on Fox Confessor Brings The Flood quite often transcend the secondary aspect of contemporary song lyrics, yielding finely detailed macro-observations while maintaining empathy for individuals who may be imperfect, or foolish, but are never to be trivialized. Take, for example, these few lines from the albums opening track Margaret vs. Pauline:

"Ancient strings set feet alight to speed to her such mild grace No monument of tacky gold They smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected Fate holds her firm in its cradle and rolls her for a tender Pause to savor Everythings so easy for Pauline..."

W.H. Auden once argued that the standard for recognizing a major poet should be established by the following points: 1. A large body of work; 2. A wide range of subject matter and treatment; 3. An unmistakable originality of vision and style; 4. A mastery of technique; 5. A constant, progressive process of maturation--so that should an authors individual works be placed side by side at any stage of his or her career, it would always be clear which work came first and which came after. As such, his criteria can also be used on the songwriters of our day--the poets of the modern age--although, as Auden himself conceded, only three and a half of the five points really needed to apply.

Regardless, Neko is a major poet by any standard, a songwriter less interested perhaps in traditional narrative form than in distilling a pure moment of time. Shes an artist whose songs are so textured in their presentation that the subtleties filter into the subconscious while the overall effect astonishes. But rather than each of her progressive albums disposing of what came before it, there is, instead, a sense of continuation at play--in which every album exists like the subsequent chapter to a novel that grows more complicated and intriguing as it progresses.

So, then, if her 1997s country-flavored debut The Virginian stands as a welcoming prologue, Fox Confessor Brings The Flood takes us much deeper into the story where, as she writes and sings in Dirty Knife, cascading letters pool on the stairs/the grass is high, the cats are wild/you cant even touch the tip of their tails/and the blood runs crazy with giant strides.

The continued evolution of her as a creator, producer, personality and live performer has been as fascinating to witness as the music she makes. With Blacklisted, her 2002 masterpiece and an album that deserved every bit of its widespread praise, came validation, too, for those serious music lovers and insightful fans who already knew the synthetic label of alt-country would fail to pigeonhole her work or vision.

Neko claims no genre, nor utilizes any classic formula for her songs and singing. More than anything she thrives in the spaces in between her music. As with the highest art, the negative space should be calculated, too. What isnt readily seen also carries its own weightan articulated emptiness, a space defined and made human by whatever has sought to confine it; and while her artistic integrity may never have been in doubt, on Fox Confessor Brings The Flood Neko has again shown how capable she is of accessing her best instincts to forge something meaningful with words and sounds--a record thats confessional, poignant, and, ultimately, an honest representation of where she is today.

For all the directness and immediacy of Fox Confessor, the music on Nekos new album is thicker, deeper, and more detailed than anything shes done before. Finally, its neither the singer nor the song alone that defines the best music. Its how much power moves between the two. On Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, Neko Case comes on strong.

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