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10 BEST OF THE YEAR LIST: "The former leader of Let's Active, one of the most influential alternative jangle-pop bands to emerge from the Chapel Hill, N.C., scene of the mid-'80s, finally got around to releasing his solo debut after years of producing classic albums for others, including R.E.M. (Murmur, Reckoning), Velvet Crush, Pavement and Helium. When he stepped back into the spotlight as performer, his chiming pop sounded as fresh and powerful as ever, especially on smokers such as '1 ½ Way Street' and 'Ton of Bricks.'"
—Gene Triplett, The Oklahoman
"[I]f we ever though Easter was outta juice, Dynamico blows that reckoning to smithereens. The songs on the legendary pop musician/producer's first solo album since Let's Active went idle in 1989 could've been written at any point on the last two decades, maybe kept in a bunker 'til he got bored of the boards. There's no update, no bid for new millennial relevance; Easter's trademark jangle, a '60s fetish in an '80s context, is intact. His chords and his choruses hang in the air waiting for us to grab onto 'em for a ride through fluffy clouds, star fields and unlucky birds. He hasn't even lost his ability to wring taut melodious solos from the neck of his Ricky. And to that, we can only say... dynamico!"
—Harp magazine
"During Let's Active's mid-1980s heyday, critics would drop adjectives such as 'winsome,' 'jangly' and 'cute' to describe the music. Dynamico, Let's Active mastermind Mitch Easter's first album since the waning days of the Reagan administration, should inspire no such descriptors. While Easter still cranks out the hooks, catchy as ever, Dynamico is undeniably a rock album—and just like rock beats scissors, rock beats pop, too... [Easter] has matured into a far more confident-sounding vocalist than before. His voice is downright commanding on 'Break Through,' dressing down detractors real and imagined ('I can imagine the headlines, they never get close to the truth'). By the time Easter throws in some chiming, Byrdsy guitar on 'Why Is It So Hard?' two-thirds of the way through Dynamico, his rock bonafides are unimpeachable.
We can only hope it's not another 19 years before he does this again."
—David Menconi, No Depression magazine
"[I]t has been 18 years since Easter last released a full album of music. Dynamico, the artist's first-ever solo album, fills that void. Easter's voice may be a bit worn, yet it still shines with that elfin, Robyn Hitchcock-like tone that is familiar to fans of his earlier work... Dynamico succeeds in its eclecticism and expert playing... 'Sudden Crown Drop' is all fuzzed-out, shimmering instrumentation spiked with a chiming chorus, a touch of electronic textures, and a fantastic acoustic guitar solo. 'Sights Set on Heaven' features a big guitar riff, monstrous bass, and anthem-worthy chorus, and 'Why Is It so Hard' finds Easter returning to the Byrds-esque jangle and harmony-inflected power pop with which he is most associated... Dynamico is solid proof that Easter is still relevant and needed in today's indie-rock scene. With any luck, we won't have to wait another 18 years for his next album."
—Frank Valish, Amplifier.com
"When there are new pop 'geniuses' and 'maestros' hailed every week, it's instructive to hear exactly how high the standards are set by a true master such as this iconic indie producer and former Let's Active leader. Complex and many-layered, it's never less than enthralling and pretty close to unique."
—Ken Barnes, USA Today's "Listen Up"
"[H]e quotes from 70s pop sensations like T-Rex, and David Bowie, but only a bit, he mostly employs his own Let's Active sound to great enthused dynamic effect. This certainly sounds unlike anything else floating around at the moment; it's an all out revved-up jangling power pop assault with a few sidetrips along the way. After a hiatus of eighteen years, he sounds quite intact over the course of the fourteen tracks here."
—George Parsons,
Dream Magazine
"Dynamico [is] a mighty fine melding of Let's Active's enduring melodic sense plus The Rock. Dynamico is Easter's guitar-hero album—playing dead-on guitar that's just right for every song. Good times!"
—David Menconi, News & Observer (Raleigh, NC)
"Holy time warp! Mitch Easter, the Phil Spector of Southern pop, has released his first solo album in 18 years, and it's as if nothing has changed. That's a compliment. These fussily-crafted songs are filled with dollops of power chords, clever hooks, sweet dual-gender harmonies, nifty wordplay, Pink Floyd-like sound effects and even some sitar. Easter's production is as seamless as anything he did for REM, Pylon, or his own former band, Let's Active. With music this good, you gotta believe that when Easter sings, 'I want a new scene,' he's not just being nostalgic."
—Alan Bisbort, Hartford Advocate (Hartford, CT)
"When we heard that Mitch Easter was releasing a new album, we had mixed feelings. We were mainly excited... but we were also worried about the possibilities. After all, when most artists stop releasing music and then return twenty years later they are either re-treading old territory or they have totally lost the spark. Most folks remember Mr. Easter as the producer of the first R.E.M. album or for the Let's Active tune "Every Word Means No"... but the real meat of Mitch's music were the non-hits that were only heard and appreciated by a relatively small yet loyal fan base. But on to the present. Dynamico is... FANTASTIC. This CD is Mitch Easter's most consistent and thoroughly engaging album EVER. Instead of sounding old and burned out, Mitch still sounds like an excited 17 year old. The tunes are vibrant and fresh... the vocals right on target... and those unmistakable loopy guitars sound as good as they ever did. Will this be the CD to push Mitch's career into the mainstream...? Probably not. His songs are still a bit too awkward and peculiar for the mass market. But our guess is that Dynamico will receive unanimous praise from critics and fans. One thing is for certain. He was out of the spotlight for far too long. Mitch Easter is back, THANK GOD. Let's hope this will be followed by many more albums in the years ahead... HIGHLY RECOMMENDED."
—LMNOP.com
"The only real surprise about Dynamico is that it's only [Easter's] first solo album after so many years in the business. There's no surprise regarding quality, that's for sure. The songs are hooky and jangly, with exactly enough grit to keep the edges just jagged enough that the power never flees the pop. The harmonies are exquisite, especially on 'You/Me,' one of the best power pop songs to come along in ages. One begins to get the idea that Mitch Easter can't miss. A quarter of a century into his career, Easter's first solo album is finally here; it's everything we hoped it would be and more. Gives you a chance to catch on, in case you missed him the first time around."
—DJ Johnson, Cosmik Debris
"[Mitch] hasn't lost his edge lyrically or musically, blasting out some ripping guitar solos. Arrangements are enchanting, with hooky counter-melodies, subtle style shifts, and accents of vibe, chime, even horns, and just the right amount of jangle. While these songs may leave you wistful about the old days they so vividly recall, this is new, this is now. The glory hasn't passed, and this is fresh and relevant, not a nostalgia piece."
—Jen Grover, Tone and Groove
"[Dynamico] proves he's still got more fire and inherent rock 'n' roll chops inside of him than many of the bands he's worked with over the years... [T]his album is a driving, rocking, bucking beast of a release, and proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mitch should be spending more time creating and releasing his own music than he does working with others... Killer stuff from one of America's true unsung musical heroes—a must-have."
—Tom Hallett, Pulse of the Twin Cities
"Easter's return to the racks is something to celebrate. Dynamico picks up right where Let's Active left off, continuing Easter's journey through smart, psychedelia-tinged power pop as if 20 years haven't passed—even Easter's voice has the same youthful reediness of times of yore. The consistently high quality throughout makes it hard to pick favorites, but if I was a radio programmer, I'd throw 'Sights Set On Heaven,' 'Sudden Crown Drop,' '1 ½ Way Street' or 'The Phantoms of Ephemera' (how many other songwriters could use that awkward phrase as a chorus and make it work?) onto the airwaves and let the aural pleasure flow."
—Michael Toland, High Bias
"Dynamico is an LP of the savory power pop that Let's Active fans have been waiting for. Easter's vocal style is the kind that ages well... the hooks we crave [are] here in spades. The guitars crunch and swirl in all the right places and the production is immaculate."
—Daniel McMillan, Go Triad (Greensboro, NC)
"The man who produced R.E.M.'s 'Radio Free Europe' and founded what remains one of the indie community's fondest collective memories, Let's Active, returns with a pop song so mercilessly compact and insistently catchy, you'll wish the 7" single was still the primary delivery system for singles. Along with an indelible chorus, it also boasts a 16-second guitar solo packed with enough melodic ideas to power a couple more songs."
—John Sakamoto, Toronto Star, on "Time Warping"
"Happily, the time off... doesn't seem to have dulled [Easter's] chops. He might be part of rock's over-50 club, but his voice remains essentially the same wiry instrument that sent 'Every Word Means No' onto college playlists over two decades ago; in a lot of ways, Dynamico picks up right where Easter left off in '88, and will be a shockingly pleasant treat for a lot of longtime fans. You don't need to be an old power pop aficionado, however, to appreciate this album. Though Easter still sings like the guy whose videos some of us still remember from MTV's '120 Minutes,' the intervening years have scuffed and darkened his sound... Easter's guitar, in particular, is a changed animal, all wiry knots and hard, chromed angles."
—Jeff Giles, Bullz-eye.com
"The king of southern jangle is still at the top of his power-pop game... infectious melodies, slightly skewed harmonies, and
effervescent pop hooks... Anyone with a
jones for classic power pop in the style of the dB's, Shoes, etc. will
feel at home in Dynamico's sonic surroundings."
—Jim Allen, Muze
1. 1 1/2 Way Street
Baby baby it is such a drag
Trying to disguise a pirate flag
Not golden in mean or rule
No standards apply to you
This rose is a rogue, is a rogue
We can ride this out
Our mission is distraction, no doubt
Got a chill in this heat
And I never get off one and a half way street
Maybe baby we are here nor there
Something's fishy so foul the air
Not saying with fatal tact
No seeing the glaring fact
By any other name, smells as beat
We can ride...
Mayday May Day parade this time
Everybody's extremely fine
Extremely well misinformed
Most thoroughly overboard
Expect I best keep my head down
We can ride...
2. Break Through
You're saying the word you're throwing a curve
I like it a lot
We'll take this thing all the way
You're disinclined to be sorry
You know that it's your turn now
The moment's everything, you're too cool anyway
Oh yeah, you're gonna break through
Ready or not whatever you got
Sure, we can use that
Yesterday gets blown away
I can imagine the headlines
They never get close to the truth
A blurry photograph, text that's megadaft
Fact is you're gonna break through
I'm glad we got to say a few words before Day Two
This is a blast these things can't last
Though sometimes they do
A-OK is what I say
You've got the steel and the fire
You've stolen the system key
Stirring the alpha waves conjuring space rays
This is it you're gonna break through
3. Time Warping
Hey, let's go
My no no
Starts like that
When you're a rat
I mean, I can't see where walking the line makes one thin dime's worth
most of the time
So equate me to medicine distilled from a swamp root
Unlocked and a dash of chance- it's a wild romance!
Let's go time warping fast forward
You and me, past sorrow
Past everything
Any way, and way out now
I think straight
Into a wall
Seems pretty late
I feel kinda small
I know actions speak louder than words so I'll say no more, just one
thought occurs
Which makes up for volumes of generalizing
We're here and now no mistake for all time's sake
Let's go...
Hey atom brain
Let's catch a train
It starts pretty slow
I don't know where it goes
This review's called Best of the Bad, all part of you're gonna be glad
And if not, well it makes a nice story for some other time
If it goes right forevermore we're cool in our weird light
Let's go...
4. You/Me
Lightin' buggin' camera muggin' cut the ruggin'
One and only: you!
Talkin' 'bout too muchness
Won't do
Because I can't watch you stealing every scene
One no money two was no-show three's not ready
Whoa cat woe is...
Me!
You know? Satellite 3? From way out?
Can't be...you were pretty sure he didn't look like that
Lightnin' buggin...
One no money...
Whoa cat woe is you and me, oh please!
5. Sudden Crown Drop
Classically dry silica gel
Man who's dissipated well
Light in the head so what? Oh hell!
Sudden crown drop
You rule our on-high potentate
I breathe deep sir distillate
In Beverly Hills some capitulate
Sudden crown drop
Did we do all that stuff, so stupid and tough?
Here's to valiant indiscretion
Our throw weight thrown out taking a bath
Who will fend off phrases with "math"?
Who da man worth beating a path?
Sudden crown drop
Did we do all that stuff, so stupid and tough
You drive a valiant indiscretion
Where's the Cool Lab, who's got the plans?
Is anyone playing the ashes of The Sands?
You gotta be kidding- THAT'S a happening band??
Sudden crown drop
Country of origin unknown
The getting got good to get on your own
QC hopes you'll telephone before
Sudden crown drop
Did we do all that stuff?, we're so stupid and tough
Here's to valiant indiscretion
6. Ton of Bricks
The weight of saying something
This sagging under load
Don't forget there's miles to go
Hush don't wake the sleeping
Tread light 'round the facts
Woe is us our aching backs
Just sign right here please, here's your ton of bricks
Weight must be the message
Sagging may get worse
Such is fix betwixt dream and curse
The straight are thinking nothing
The nags so well dethroned
Save our ships and go it alone
Then go wake the sleeping
Shock them with the facts
Woe is us what's on our backs
Just sign right here please, here's your ton of bricks
7. Sights Set on Heaven
We non-fashion buffs can't miss the pattern
You respond but shake your head for naught
Their self-appointed jury's catching on like a fire
With sights set on heaven
Gearing up big for the last laugh
Rolling all sevens
Clearing the house of the riff raff
You can sleep at night when you know you're right
Sights set on heaven
I count the hours 'til they trip
We self-satisfied may see a beacon
You non-alignment types may lose the path
Their will is strong together but alone they're afraid
With sights set on heaven...
8. Dusky Lair
I was staying mum on the zero sum and the fight for crumbs
Did I want me some?
So I thought about it, hmmm...oh yeah! Did I ever, man! (oh yeah!)
As I lie awake thinking "big mistake!" oh the risks we take hand me my
silver stake
You got a better idea? (oh yeah!) I am so all ears... (oh yeah!)
We put so much faith in by-and-by
Now the sleeping dogs would rather lie
Can you help me? I am past twice shy
Things that I lived for, my devil-may-care
Hide in some dusky lair
Writing might have been with the mightless pen people giving in it's a
mortal sin
There's no future in it (oh yeah!)
Instigate yourself (oh yeah!)
We put so much faith in by-and-by...
We put so much faith in by-and-by
Now the sleeping dogs would rather lie
Can you help me? I am past twice shy
Much as I make claims of optimist
If you buy that song I must insist
It's your mind goodbye you may have kissed
Hypnotized or just somnambulist
Things that I lived for, my devil-may-care
Hide in some dusky lair
9. To Be, Cool Thing
I still want you every day
I really hate being this way
I'd rue the day I'd be a pain
Oh glorious, embarrassing real life- so weird to see
Have mercy
47 million words
From "we'll be great!" to "this is absurd"
To see you now would sure be fine
Or laborious, trying really hard to make it shine
Well, I'd try
Where was the famous and inner voice?
Bombarding me about the fateful choice
That was made for me, meanwhile I'm oblivious
To be too sane
To be, cool thing
Where was the famous and inner voice?
Bombarding me about the fateful choice
That was made for me, meanwhile I'm oblivious
All the way, the whoosh-of-wind oblivious
To be too sane
To be cool thing
10. Why Is It so Hard?
As we watch the setting sun, our shadows long
Do you think you've won?
I walked by my boarded school where the end of days
Brought the leaden rule
Too many thorns in the backside
The fruit of your poison tree
Why is it so hard? It shouldn't be hard
More civilization, please
Funny how the more you speak the highs get low
And the lowest peaks
Looking on the brighter side I can wait you out
As you slide and slide
We heard the sinister static
Of your eerily bleak victory
And it was so hard you were the cold heart
Of this information freeze
The voice of reason kept at bay
So wind us up and tear us away
My girl gets me out of here and none too soon
In seventh gear
The length of arms and ten-foot poles never looked so good
To our weary souls
You can keep all that hellfire garbage
I'm not the one off the rails
Why is it so hard? Champion blowhards
Put wind in nefarious sails
Why is it so hard? Post-supernova star
You can't fade quick enough for me
11. The Phantoms of Ephemera
Just how many ways to gravitate in our inner space age flight
Sometimes we pretend to levitate
Like the laws of nature violate our rights
Hey you- what's with you?
Uncertainty principle proved
Pale in the sun, parched in the rain
Attention, marauders- here's fair game
Think of something fast
Better make it last
Or be forever famed as The Phantoms of Ephemera
If not actionable, call us threadbare
Choose humdrum or uncouth
Unnerved by all these dire brigades
And the baleful glare of poison youth
But you- what's with you
Uncertainty principle proved
Pale in the sun, parched in the rain
Attention, marauders- here's fair game
Think of something fast
Better make it last
Or be forever famed as The Phantoms of Ephemera
Hey you...
12. Glazed
Inspector Betacam there's your man
(???) Detroit lam sled
By the Nile, understand...
Crime mobile phone tebouleh thriller
Foot-candle glut international
Scratches on screen like the patterns when I close my eyes
I see you I need you
Quarter-tones on the Slitherphone set to the nth
Instrument of the future
The snake-charming synth
Lavender hideaway apartment
Sun never sets on the loutish empire
They synchronize sound to the shifting sands that bury time
Somewhere I've seen her
13. I Want a New Scene
If this is the way you show me, hold me
I never have felt more apart
If this is the way you need me hear me
Well you know we sure had a good start
So this is the way we make up we break up
I want a new scene where something kinda makes sense
I gotta believe that ups and downs are not hints
That the deck isn't stacked and the future's clear, nothing weird
We go the way ballistic statistic
I always expected reprieve
So much to say didn't fix it so nix it
That's what I better believe
Sure hell to pay on this slow plan, oh man
I want a new scene...
I always think of what you missed
A lifetime by the sound of it
Go wild! You can write me down on the farm
I'm tired, too, of that old song
But how long...
I want a new scene...
14. Love Slaves to Paradise Lost
The Eternal Optimist vs. Godzilla
He's going all the way
He's gonna get whipped good
Like he thinks he'll win
Of course I know better, I just don't stop myself
My intellect shorted out and I dabbled in stealth
Now Madam X is doing it
Love slaves to paradise lost
Grow mossy recalling the gloss
But I'm gonna shift some gears
They're talking crusty so very flaky
They're going all the way
'Cause they're the champs
Of the Goofball League
Of course I know better...
But I'm gonna shift some gears
Like you haven't seen for years
Burn up the road out of here
Of course I know better, I just don't stop myself
My intellect shorted out and I dabbled in stealth
Now Madam X is doing it
Love slaves to paradise lost
Grow mossy recalling the gloss
But I'm gonna shift some gears
Like you haven't seen for years
Burn up the road out of here
See me wave goodbye in my mirror
Yeah I'm gonna shift your gears
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