ROSS MCLENNAN TOUR DATES:
- CASTLEMAINE: Saturday April 18 @ The Bridge Hotel – Ross McLennan & The New World plus special guests Howl. Doors open 4pm, tickets $15 at the door.
- MELBOURNE: Sunday May 17 @ Post Office Hotel, Coburg – Ross McLennan & The New World Strings plus special guests Slow Galo. Doors open 4:30pm, free entry.
The magical new single from Australia’s most astute songwriting auteur, Ross McLennan, “General Singh“ is on digital release on Mistletone Records via Inertia. Click above to purchase on iTunes.
- “This song certainly is an intriguing piece of work, starting with a series of moody, minor-chord observations of the eponymous General and the world he inhabits — ‘Carnival rides/ Hawking sights of forgotten machinery… an array of B-film scenery’ — before erupting into a brass-led chorus that finds McLennan imploring Singh to ‘sing… sing well’” – FLAVORWIRE
A fictional character embodying the anxieties of our time, “General Singh” is someone isolated from their fellow humans as a result of trauma. “I wander lost in public space”, sings Ross McLennan, and we envisage General Singh sitting on a train in dissociative state, wearing clothes that someone has provided. General Singh is about to embark on a regimen of weekly therapy, and worries that a string of miscommunications may lead to disappearing completely.
As Ross McLennan cryptically explains, “Crimes they have witnessed and in truth have themselves committed have led them to believe that happiness is not appropriate. The shit is really hitting the fan.”
Since disbanding Snout, his iconic indie-pop band from the 1990s, Ross McLennan released the AMP-shortlisted Sympathy For the New World album, followed by last year’s equally impressive The Night’s Deeds Are Vapour. “By name and mercurial nature, The Night’s Deeds are Vapour is about the thrilling transience of impulses and ideas, from eerie woodwind that slides around tonal certainty to lyrics seemingly on their own journey of discovery moment by moment”, enthused the Sydney Morning Herald.
PRAISE FOR THE NIGHT’S DEEDS ARE VAPOUR by ROSS McLENNAN:
- “By name and mercurial nature, The Night’s Deeds are Vapour is about the thrilling transience of impulses and ideas, from eerie woodwind that slides around tonal certainty to lyrics seemingly on their own journey of discovery moment by moment” – THE AGE
- “These unapologetically wayward songs are top heavy with canny wordplay, sharp hooks and subtle menace… McLennan resembles nothing less than a black-clad Burt Bacharach” – ROLLING STONE
- “Bubbles over with the Snout legend’s droll delivery, biting lyrics and snuggly, quirky, softly embellished psych-pop… The album ranges from the rock ‘n’ roll homage ‘Get This!’ and the orchestration-flooded lead single ‘Clarity’ to the world-weary yet puckish yarn ‘Sunkissed’ and the whisper-from-the-next-pillow finale ‘Travel Arrangements’ – all of it imbued with the man’s sleepy wisdom.” – MESS + NOISE
- “McLennan can engage with his voice alone, but again surrounds himself with lush orchestration and a choir. The best songs start simple and then let the backing vocals play a key part in reaching a joyous peak” – BEAT
- “A one-man pop factory… McLennan has got his own glorious thing going on” – STACK
- “The wordy songsmith has established a back catalogue that represents a level of quality rarely rivalled in the Australian musical landscape” – INPRESS
- “(The) much revered Ross McLennan (is) back after five years with a new solo album of intriguing widescreen pop . . . A unique take in the Australian suburban experience” – 2SER
- “Essential Album of the Week” – 3PBS-FM
Songwriter of uncanny depths, Ross McLennan is a quiet achiever on the indie-rock landscape. The former front-man of Australian 90s indie-pop band Snout brings his soft, drawly, breathy vocals and clever melodic hooks to create and intriguing daydream of sound sequences. Delving into the most vexed and heartbreaking issues of our time, Ross McLennan delivers live performances that are both rare and riveting.
The great Ross McLennan, formerly of Snout but now recording and performing as a solo artist, has a new single by the name of Get This! taken from the recently dropped The Night’s Deeds Are Vapour LP. It’s a killer tune and today we are pleased to report it comes with a killer film clip! McLennan dug through some of his cousins’ old film archives to unearth pictures of those who McLennan holds dear; his parents, uncle, aunts and sister. It’s a great little cut of vintage film to go with a great song. Check it out below:
Aptly described as a “chamber rock auteur”, Ross has earned the highest accolades for his solo career since disbanding Snout, one of a few Australian indie pop bands from the 1990s who are remembered both for their popularity and their creative depth. A revered songwriter, Ross creates intriguing daydream sequences in his music whilst engaging deeply with the most vexed and heartbreaking issues of our time.
The Night’s Deeds Are Vapour is every bit as impressive as its predecessor, Sympathy For The New World, which was shortlisted in the 8 finalists for The AMP Australian Music Prize 2008. In the past few years Ross has performed a handful of times, at Melbourne Festival, Brisbane Festival, Queenscliff Music Festival, Brisbane Powerhouse and other discriminating venues. Accompanied by his ensemble of strings, woodwind and a choir, Ross McLennan’s rare live performances are richly orchestrated, lush, complex and simply breathtaking.
Spiegeltent launch review from TheMusic.com.au:
SLAM DAY: ROSS MCLENNAN
THE FAMOUS SPIEGELTENT
23 February, 2013
It’s hard to describe a musician without also alluding to the ways in which they are ‘like’ someone else, or ‘are influenced by’ some other musical genius. But in the case of Ross McLennan, this musician stands on his own splendid pedestal. As he appears on the Spiegeltent stage, the audience is unaware that he’s arrived until he intones wryly, “Most inauspicious entrance to the Spiegeltent ever.”
As the applause starts after the first song, McLennan poses, rockstar-style: arms in the air, his fingers forming two ‘V’ shapes in the air. He’s got the true essence of indie pop running through his veins, and this SLAM gig lets loose his unique discordant melodies. It’s raw and brash, but underneath an unpolished lushness shines, producing a slightly unhinged brilliance.
The full ensemble of strings, woodwind and powerhouse rhythm section is creative and surprising at every turn. The lyrics are as important and inspired as the music, its registers roaming from rocking highs to soft mellow lows to a gorgeous melding of emotion and melody and pure feeling. It’s great to see such a full turn out for a 5pm show, and as smiling audience members file out, McLennan can be seen packing up guitar leads and lugging amps off the stage – the unceremonious duty of this one-of-a-kind musician.
Written by Jaye Weatherburn
Interview in The Age:
Snout man on vapour trail
Exploring new musical vistas, Ross McLennan continues to surprise.
THERE’S a portrait of a ”National Geographic Mexican” behind Ross McLennan’s kitchen door. Under the paint, several older works are lost forever, including the colourful carnival of stoats that graces the cover of his new album, The Night’s Deeds Are Vapour.
”I was spewing I painted over that cause it was the best painting I’d done for a long time,” he says, ”but I wouldn’t have painted it if I thought I was going to keep it.”
If that sounds odd, wait until you hear the album. The former Snout tunesmith has followed his stream of musical consciousness into new vistas of choral/orchestral abstraction beyond his AMP-shortlisted Sympathy For the New World album.
”I have poor boundaries. I just meander,” he says of his process, which has occupied four years between his backyard studio and the church at Sydney Road Community School where he is a teacher’s aide.
”I’ve been reading home recording magazines about wearing too many hats in the studio, how to stop yourself drifting off and concentrate on a good, strong song. It’s good advice but maybe the industry perspective of a good strong song is not all that important. It’s not important for me to make albums quickly any more. I like to drift …”
McLennan makes no secret of his attention deficit issues. His studio is an explosion of half-unpacked possibilities. A solitary ”ironic” egg carton is glued to the wall. Odd wooden objects – he has a box of them – act as random acoustic diffusers.
By name and mercurial nature, The Night’s Deeds are Vapour is about the thrilling transience of impulses and ideas, from eerie woodwind that slides around tonal certainty to lyrics seemingly on their own journey of discovery moment by moment.
”That’s what the recording process is like,” he says. ”It’s what reading a book is like, for me. It just exists on this ‘now’ line, where the moment is all there is. It’s not actually a positive thing, because you don’t really have any perspective on anything.”
What you do have are albums that sound like nothing else and demand a unique approach to performance. The New World is an 11-piece choir and orchestra that McLennan hopes to keep busier after four years in pieces.
”It’s just incredible, the focus I’ve got for the next album,” he enthuses. ”It’s funny, I keep thinking I want to get more out-there sonically but I keep coming back to this Kinks kinda stuff. In my mind I feel like I’ve hit on something for the next one where it’s all going to knit together beautifully.”
PRAISE FOR ROSS MCLENNAN’S SYMPATHY FOR THE NEW WORLD (SHORTLISTED FOR THE AUSTRALIAN MUSIC PRIZE 2008)
- “There is genius among us” – MUSIC AUSTRALIA GUIDE
- “Ross McLennan excels with this stream of musical consciousness, forging a new strain of languid psychedelia from off-kilter strings and spidery guitars, all spilling harmonic colours outside the lines” – THE AGE A2
- “Sheer unadulterated godhead genius. A melancholy psych/folk masterpiece.” – RHYTHMS MAGAZINE
- “Like Beck, Brian Wilson or Lambchop’s Kurt Wagner, McLennan’s musical vision is unimpeded by predictability or tradition… As time passes, McLennan asks more of his listeners but all parties can take that as the highest compliment.” – THE AGE EG **** four stars
- “If you want an Australian album that will still be causing you glee and aural wonderment in 2050, hunt down this gem” – HERALD SUN **** four stars
- “McLennan’s voice is like a lone man walking through the night with a lamp, so it doesn’t tread heavily but it does find a way to inveigle you along. This is an album in the mould of Scott Walker but with its pop heart as valuable as its head.“– SYDNEY MORNING HERALD
- “A sweeping vision… one of the finest local albums this year” – DRUM MEDIA
- “With Sympathy For The New World McLennan announces himself once and for all as one of the few truly original pop songwriters in the country, and trust me, you’ll be hard pressed to hear a better album all year.” – BEAT
- “A bit of a masterpiece, frankly” – MESS + NOISE
Sympathy for the New World is the AMP 2008 (Australian Music Prize)-shortlisted album by Melbourne’s home recording pop pundit, Ross McLennan. This stunning record charts Ross’s dizzying artistic progress following his post-Snout solo debut Hits From The Brittle Building, and delighted his many fans as well as turning a new generation of listeners on to his twisted pop precocity. The CD is available on Mistletone / Inertia and on mail order.
Written and recorded entirely in his home studio in the quietude of an inner-north Melbourne suburb, Sympathy for the New World is an accomplished production. A dozen finely crafted songs open up labyrinthine worlds of meaning, association and possibilities with every listen. Ross’s quizzical and playful lyrical and melodic smarts place him firmly in the league of other such idiosyncratic musical brains as Todd Rundgren, Kurt Wagner (Lambchop), or Stephen Malkmus – another artist who has arguably done more weighty and intriguing work after breaking up his band and retreating to his home studio.
The sophisticated production values and rich orchestration add dark soul textures and grandiose alt-rock flourishes to Ross’s sometimes witty, sometimes melancholic songs. Amongst the special guest appearances, Rebecca Barnard contributes ghostly vocals on the majestic closer, Welcome To World’s Fair, and a rousing choir of illustrious dozens from the Melbourne music community can be heard on the symphonic Sceptre Glove.
Sneakily spectacular, introspectively epic and inevitably classic, Sympathy For The New World is a must-hear. Ross is currently working on the follow up album due in 2010.
From The Age: Subterranean songwriting blues
Read the full article here
Beyond the din of popular music, the chimes of artistic freedom can be heard. Michael Dwyer meets some of those putting meaning to melody.
No matter which way you read it, Bob Dylan’s honorary Pulitzer Prize of April just didn’t scan. To those long hip to his revolution, it was a lame apology for a sustained and deliberate insult from the American literary establishment.
Besides, what do songwriters have to do with that world any more? It’s 40-odd years since Allen Ginsberg drew fleeting academic attention to Eleanor Rigby and Subterranean Homesick Blues. Popular song has long since resumed its lowly status in the public imagination, a village idiot to the educated society of art and literature.
That perception is based, of course, on the overwhelming audibility of the lowest common denominator. Where is the legacy Bruce Springsteen identified when he inducted Dylan into the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame 20 years ago? “Bob freed the mind,” he said, “the way Elvis freed the body.”
Gone to ground, is the short answer. The genie Dylan let loose can never be rebottled but, from an industry viewpoint, it’s obvious that the body remains the more attractive dancing partner. Art is ballast for music tragics while cheaply synthesised froth rises ever more thickly to the top of the charts.
If there is a silver lining to the global freefall in CD sales, it’s the palpable ascendancy of this kind of thinking in a new generation of independent musicians. Cheap home-recording facilities, the new MySpace democracy and fading prospects for mass-market penetration are redrawing aspirations at a grassroots level.
pushes past her fellow commuters
looks around and sits down
next to the guy with the brown tie
and the laptop computer
the heavily coutured strain under the weight of their creations
their postures wear the gravity of their special situations
and the doors groan open for the latecomers
come one, come all comers
take a seat, welcome
you are all frontrunners
suddenly swirling up around the synagogues, minarets and steeples
a traditional lament that travels by world’s fair
encoded in its resonant machinery
cats’ whiskers and leg hairs laid flat like the scenery
and it tolls as it tears flesh and sprung fit panels
it tolls as you scan the shortwave channels
it’s kept burning in trapped flame
a crucifix filament
its pealing hand is dealing to the guilty and the innocent
and people forget that people are born
Again, meaning and emotion soar beyond the realm of poetry. Lugubrious horns play the desolate traffic, sliding strings infer the slow outward pull of camera perspective. Rebecca Barnard’s husky chorus vocal is the broken mother’s plea while the narrator’s tone mirrors the short journey from boredom to confusion, disbelief and devastation.
Speaking about his influences, McLennan mentions novelist/philosophers Kurt Vonnegut and Albert Camus before John Lennon and Ray Davies, but “Dylan’s always there,” he says. “I remember reading . . . about the madness he went through when he was writing Chimes of Freedom. I feel a sympathy for that type of mind.”
It’s that type of mind, rather than anything you can notate, record and take to the bank, that defines Dylan’s legacy among his golden-age peers and countless subterranean acolytes. Maybe it’s neither pop nor poetry they’re writing but something with no practical use for a shelf label at all. It was only ever popular by default, after all, when the auteurs of the ’60s briefly took control of the vehicle and leapt the rails of teenage heartbreak and euphoria to cruise the labyrinth of imagination.
The often-asked question of whatever happened to the great songwriting visionaries is easily answered. They were simply sidelined by an industry with no time for mind games and a greed for instant gratification. Who can even wonder why pop idols are now fine-tuned on TV by expert panels and SMS voters? Commerce demands vast committees that overrule all but the most obvious keynotes of heartbreak and euphoria in songs we already know by heart. These are the tunes that play best in the mall.
“We’re not making wallpaper for people,” says Ross McLennan. “When people go shopping they want wallpaper. That sounds misanthropic; I don’t mean to be. Maybe it’s just rare these days to find intelligent people wanting to pursue pop music as their favourite thing.”
One suspects it will take more than one Pulitzer Prize to change that, but at least the chimes of freedom are still tolling out there for those with a mind to listen.