There are many ways to describe UK musical polymath Beth Jeans Houghton:
– Rising anti-folk star (her debut LP, Yours Truly, Cellophane Nose, is in stores this week via Mute.)
– Leader of the eclectic backing band The Hooves of Destiny (not to
mention sole female influence in a musical group comprised primarily of
three dudes).
– A person with synesthesia (she claims in her bio that “there’s a
bridge near my house which, if I look at the red tar on a hot Saturday, I
can taste Safeway’s own brand ready salted crisps.”)
Really, each and every one of those descriptors is simultaneously apt
and completely insufficient in summing up Houghton. To get to the heart
of her, you’ve got to talk to her. In doing so, she reveals herself as a
woman with simple yet revolutionary ideas about music and life and
everything in between. But more than that, she portrays an uncommon
level of poise from an artist who has captured the heart of her home country and is set to do the same stateside.
Growing up, Houghton idolized Joni Mitchell’s 1970 album Ladies of the Canyon,
in addition to a healthy diet of Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, and Frank
Zappa. She played her first gig in 2006, buying her first guitar without
a lick of experience. At 17, she was pulled on stage at the Green Man
Festival by Devendra Banhart, where she performed “Milk Bottles” in
front of 10,000 concertgoers. Since then, she’s released two EPs in June
2008 and September 2009. For the last four years, she’s been hard at
work on LP #1, collaborating with producer Ben Hillier (Blur, Elbow,
Depeche Mode). Most of that amazing run of early success is a mix of
skill and luck, but these days, she’s just happy to have a band to call
home.
“It’s very diplomatic and very democratic,” Houghton says of the
band’s creative process. “I write the song and the structures and then
they put in all their different parts. We all agree on the best parts. I
was taught that music is music, and having people brings something new
and fun to play, whether it’s influences of gospel or hip-hop. It’s all
about the good of the song.”
Despite the love for her band and the sense of community it offers,
Houghton will, once again rather freely, be the first to admit a total
lack of camaraderie between herself and other female vocalists she’s
garnered comparisons to. That includes the likes of Laura Marling and KT
Tunstall.
“I can’t relate to what it feels like to be a female performer,
“Houghton explains. “I feel like the idea of feminism has been taken too
far. People can relate to good music whether they’re male or female. If
anything, giving females more acclaim implies this is harder for them
to do. It’s a point that’s always going to be made that doesn’t need to
anymore.”
It’s a modern idea– exceeding the boundaries of gender and the
accompanying stereotypes– from a young woman who seems more or less
stuck in the past.
“I really don’t listen to modern music,” Houghton says. “I much more
have a connection to the ’60s and ’70s. People were more ignorant to the
ways of the world, like pollution and technology. I prefer the white
picket fence version of America.”
It’s not about nihilism toward her youth bracket; if anything,
Houghton’s retro attitude and sensibilities have a sort of wholesome,
almost upbeat quality to them.
“I lost my iPhone a while back, and I’ve been much happier and more
sane,” Houghton says. “I’ve seen friends and gone on walks in the park.
We’re a lazy generation, who only care about social status and about
going to a show to say we’ve been there. People think it’s a positive
thing to criticize. But I say, why focus on the negative?”
That entire complicated attitude is discernible throughout the entirety of Yours Truly, Cellophane Nose.
The album’s a musical beast all its own, mixing elements of folk with
bits and pieces punk and pop and psychedelic music, creating something
that is ethereal and jarring, beautiful and experimental. The true star
of the show, though, is Houghton’s voice. Angelic, effervescent,
evocative: Once more, perfectly suitable descriptions only begin to
strike at the surface of the raw power and gorgeous tones she elicits
with each note.
“Dodecahedron” features a slow build, leading up to a flurry of
bubbly, doo-wop-inspired sounds and feelings. The ending refrain,
focused solely on Houghton’s voice, is a captivating slice of classy sex
appeal. “Veins”, a song Houghton’s had in her arsenal for some years,
reaches its high point midway through, exploding into a minimalistic
blend of trippy waves of horns and a pseudo-dance-rock energy. It’s the
clearest indicator of Houghton’s entire musical path from those early
gigs till now.
Beth Jeans Houghton & The Hooves of Destiny – “Dodecahedron”
The only steadfast rule Houghton seems to abide by is continuing to
work and operate in her own highly insulated personal bubble. The
question that begs, then, is why is she the way she is? What made a
young woman so worldly and yet simultaneously such a throwback? The
answer is one that exceeds perceptions and biases: an insatiable hunger
for the future, to continue onward until she’s said and become
everything she’s ever wanted to.
“I’m all about the journey, being in the transit and seeing the
world,” Houghton explains. “I don’t get artists that fester over songs
for seven years, or who write and play the same idea. I write songs so
quickly so I can play the new ones. Perfection doesn’t exist; the more
work we do, the happier we are.”
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Author: Chris Coplan
Source: Consequence Of Sound
Date: February 9th, 2012
Original article: HERE
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