Clap Your Hands Say Yeah’s 2005 self-titled release almost broke the blogosphere with instant breathless acclaim from pretty much every indie media outlet on Earth to big-time musicians like David Bowie and David Byrne, who you might even be so lucky as to spot in the crowd at one of their early shows. The band’s upbeat indie rock sound and pleadingly melodic vocals became signatures of the group, which reached the peak of its success with that debut. Over the past 10 years, it’s been largely downhill as the band has seen anniversary tours, lineup changes and eventually the paring down of members to its one original, Alec Ounsworth. But that doesn’t mean CYHSY isn’t still enjoying the ride. On the eve of the new Clap Your Hands Say Yeah album The Tourist, Chicago INNERVIEW hit up Ounsworth with some burning questions about the new album, the band’s living room tours, and what’s next.
After releasing two solid arena rock-sized records chock full of head-banging, youth-angst anthems about getting drunk and falling in and out of love — while touring those records pretty much nonstop for nearly four years — Vancouver duo Japandroids took a brief breather before commencing work on their newly minted record, the more mature-sounding but equally fun Near to the Wild Heart of Life. Chicago INNERVIEW spoke to drummer Dave Prowse about this latest chapter in the ever-evolving Japandroids history.
By the time English troubadour Frank Turner performs in Chicago this January, he will have had over 2,000 shows under his belt…and probably a few more tattoos as well. His sixth album Positive Songs For Negative People is filled with full-throated proclamations of betterment, defiant fists raised against tragedy, and charging songs meant for pushing past heartbreak. His purist fans might’ve scoffed at his use of electric guitars on the album, but there’s no way those same critics haven’t shout-sang “Mittens” in the shower. We here at Chicago INNERVIEW spoke with Turner about the art of telling others to “fuck off” and buffalo wing aromatherapy.
Amanda Palmer has worn an increasingly ridiculous number of hats over the course of her genre-spanning career including musician, street performer, author, public speaker, controversial poster child for crowdsourcing, ukulele queen and, as of fairly recently, mother. But when asked how she thinks of herself, the veteran singer/songwriter/provocateur better know as Amanda Fucking Palmer has a simple answer: “I’m an artist.”