New Artists, Old Songs:
Matt Ryd, Piney Gir, Marco Mahler & Fort deClare
cover Beyonce, Billy Idol, Mark Knopfler, Wilco, Stevie Wonder & more!
July 13th, 2010 — 04:48 pm
We’re in indieland today, featuring a handful of new and new-to-me artists and labels who might generally be overlooked by the typical folkfan. Which is sort of the point, really: our ongoing New Artists, Old Songs series has always aimed to introduce you to under-the-radar artists, and since radar is subjective, the acoustic side of the hipster canon is certainly fair game. Especially when even in-genre, these folks are still struggling to make a name for themselves. Here’s hoping, as always, that you’ll help spread the word.
This cover comes with perfect timing, given the recent heat wave – though truly, Loudon Wainwright III’s well-covered summer gem is as much about sarcastic self-loathing as it is about the titular activity. Its source: A Very Magistery Summer, this June’s digital-only label compilation from Michigan indiehouse Le Grand Magistery, which isn’t totally folk, but has a nice light, organic feel to it, with sounds echoing everything from the Kinks to the soft sounds of the summer of love, making for a great, melodic set of throwback poolside pop songs lightly coated with the sparsest dusting of indie hipster fuzz and credibility.
Amazon’s mp3 store has the usual 30 second samples; check ‘em out to see why I recommend this one as a full-album download instead of the usual song-by-song pick-and-choose. Here’s Kansas-born, UK-based singer-songwriter Piney Gir, whose midcentury alt-countrified incarnation and recent folkpop release The Yearling have also ticked our fancy, with the aforementioned cover and a rocking Americana b-side used in a 2007 Peugeot ad to tempt you further.
- Piney Gir & The Age Of Reason: The Swimming Song (orig. Loudon Wainwright III)
(from A Very Magistery Summer, 2010)
- Piney Gir: White Wedding (orig. Billy Idol)
(b-side from the Oleanna single, 2007)
Marco Mahler‘s newest release Laptop Campfire Speed is an aptly named showcase for his electro-popfolk; I usually find such things to be more electro than folk, but the light touch on production here results in a sound both decidedly post-millennial and oddly delicate, full of atmospheric soundscapes that would sound equally at home in a songcircle or a modern shaman’s slowcoustic DJ set.
His take on James Alley Blues – no. 61 in the Harry Smith Anthology, and first recorded by New Orleans folkblues singer Richard Brown on the cusp of the nation’s first great depression – is haunting and layered, a fundamentally acoustic track with bells and slow syrupy underpinnings, and though it’s a little less poppy than some of the other tracks on the CD, many of which echo the softer side of the Eels, it’s no anomaly: taking on such an ancient tune with such modernized aplomb only proves Mahler’s grounding in the folkways. Check out the full release on bandcamp, and then purchase it to take it with you.
- Marco Mahler: James Alley Blues (orig. Richard Brown)
(from Laptop Campfire Speed, 2010)
Matt Ryd has a solid handle on pursuing fame in the age of the Internet – he sends email blasts with regularity, and posts songs via Youtube throughout the year, all part of a calculated attempt to develop a fan base through leveraged sharing. His choices for coverage, too, implicate the Chi-town singer-songwriter as both a popfan and a bit of an attention whore, with tracks clearly designed to attract maximum linkability – Beyonce, Katy Perry, Billie Jean, Paula Abdul’s Straight Up, an electric-uke Lady Gaga cover, and more populate the list. And as one of the songs on his debut EP made it to Scrubs, the preeminent venue for his particular style of indie folkpop, it’s safe to say the strategy is working.
But don’t sell Ryd short just because he’s appealing to the masses. His most recent fan blast included this poppy arrangement of an oft-covered tune by Mark Knopfler of Dire Straits fame, and it’s a perfect case study in how simple, deliberate arrangement and sparse instrumentation can transform an original into something deliciously sweet and new. Stick around for the overdubbed popchart harmonies, check out his YouTube channel, and then sign up for the Matt Ryd mailing list to get exclusive subscriber-only access to an amazing entire digital album’s worth of radio canon coverage that makes me smile.
- Matt Ryd: Romeo & Juliet (orig. Mark Knopfler)
(mailing list exclusive / YouTube cover, 2010)
- Matt Ryd: Single Ladies (orig. Beyonce)
- Matt Ryd: Signed, Sealed, Delivered (orig. Steve Wonder)
(from Matt Ryd’s Mailing List Exclusive album, 2010)
Finally, folky experimentalists Fort deClare – a band named after nothing, apparently, though it has a nice faux-historical, pseudo-military hipster ring to it, doesn’t it? – send along a couple of playful, sparse, lo-fi covers of similarly familiar origin, along with virtually none of the other information bloggers usually work with.
Seriously: no pic, no sense of where they’re from…nothing. Just the covers, and the phrase “You can give them to people for free, if you want to.”
Good thing I took the absence of info as a challenge, and listened to the tracks all the way through. The three-song set took a while to grow on me, but it’s hard not to smile when the whistle and kazoo kick in on their banjo-led take on perennial indie insider nod-and-wink song Such Great Heights. There’s no album to purchase here yet, but head over to their MySpace page for their lazy samba take on Feist’s Gatekeeper, a few other solid folk-ambient bedroomfolk covers, and some drearily delightful originals – Resentment, especially, has a mellow strum and an endearing, slightly off-kilter sound, a drowned heroin dream that rises into the sun.
[Update, Wed 7:50 pm: just got a note from Sam of Fort deClare, who says the band is mostly just him, with some cowriting and live performance support from fellow bandmate Reid. Sam's based down in Virginia, and he's just turned fifteen - not bad for a high school boy!]
- Fort deClare: Such Great Heights (orig. Postal Service)
- Fort deClare: I Am Trying To Break Your Heart (orig. Wilco)
(from Fort deClare’s MySpace, 2010)



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Emerging Vermont singer-songwriter
I’m embarrassed to note that the original album from which this next song comes was one of my first pre-adolescent purchases. But
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Finally, though we already wrote about local indie pubfolkers 
I rediscovered indie popsters 
Indiepop artist 
Like
Berklee grad
New Americana artists
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I found out about
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Ghana-born, Ontario-based “Urban Folk” artist 


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LA “guitarist turned singer-songwriter” 
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Queerfolk singer-songwriter
I found the quirky anti-folk of NYC-based singer-songwriter and comic book artist 
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I cannot for the life of me remember where I came across “rediscovery artist” 
The two married couples who comprise the aptly-named
Melbourne-based trio
The loose acoustic gypsy jazz swing of 
I received
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I’ve been meaning to fill our collective ears with
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We have shuffle to thank for this next track, which pairs Brazilian artist
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