Music Journalism As A Gateway To Empathic Listening

Music Journalism As A Gateway To Empathic Listening

By: Leslie Ken Chu | Art by: Michael Rancic

When thinking about gatekeepers who mediate how audiences experience music, journalists usually spring to mind first. The job is frequently reduced to critics making sweeping generalizations about a work after a couple of cursory listens, then assigning a numerical or letter rating that the writer might change their mind about between filing the article and the article going online or to print. But music journalists possess a transformative power beyond being “tastemakers”—they open up new, empathetic ways for audiences to hear and understand music. Most importantly, the more writers understand a music’s history, the more deftly they can avoid replicating oppressive power dynamics, such as by calling out cultural appropriation.

“As we approach more and more ahistorical time, music journalism can help create an archive and a record of what is happening,” says Toronto-born country and folk musician Simone Schmidt, who works primarily under the stage name Fiver. “Similarly, music journalism can push past a sense of linear time or break with the canon and create pathways for people to listen back to older music.”

But the state of media—with the CBC cutting 10 percent of its workforce, the sales and subsequent gutting of Bandcamp, followed by the restructuring and layoffs at Pitchfork, the shuttering of Jezebel, and the pausing of admissions to Canadian journalism programs due to low enrolment, to name a few recent developments—compromises writers’ ability to exercise music journalism’s transformative power to its fullest. Faced with a lack of resources and bargaining power, music journalists—most of whom are freelancers—are more beholden than ever to their own set of power dynamics that influence how they work. Even those with some collective agreement, like CBC, Bandcamp, Pitchfork, and Jezebel, have had that power eroded. Publicists restrict access to coverage opportunities if they’re unhappy with something written about their clients. Editors reject pitches too critical of artists or industry trends, including the very apparatuses that enforce these same power dynamics.

Cedric Noel understands the issues and pressures that music journalists face from both a writer’s and musician’s perspective. While majoring in journalism at St. Thomas University, the Nigerian-born, Montréal-based purveyor of drifting pop-rock wrote about music for the campus paper, The Aquinas. Post-university, he ran an online magazine in Fredericton and worked in community radio, where much of the programming was music-based.

“There’s a lot of headline-chasing in a way that has made me lose interest in the form a little bit,” says Noel, who observes an increasing tendency to focus on musicians’ personal lives or their collaborative relationships. “I would just love to see more writing about music and more critical analysis about what is happening with the sounds that we’re listening to. And this doesn’t have anything to do with gear or anything,” he clarifies, aware that personalities and narratives are more accessible topics than gear, recording, production, and theory. “That stuff can become pretty niche even among musicians,” Noel says of gear in particular. “I’m not surprised we don’t see a ton of it.”

Schmidt also wants to see less “parasocial idolatry” in the form of narrative fare about artists’ lives. Schmidt recalls the time they appeared on a podcast to promote the reissue of Forest of Tears by their band One Hundred Dollars: “The host had invited us to speak under the pretense that the album we put out in 2008 was important, but he just wanted to talk about my collaborator’s personal health history. It was so boring and so frustrating—thoughtless and invasive.”

A similar incident occurred when Schmidt and bandmate Nick Dourado did an interview for their latest album, Fiver with the Atlantic School of Spontaneous Composition, which also featured Bianca Palmer and Jeremy Costello.

“At the time, it was the pandemic, and I was engaged in organizing a popular campaign. I was explicit about not wanting to talk about that,” Schmidt notes. 

For 70 minutes, Schmidt and Dourado discussed their process and how each member drew from their distinct musical practice—only for the subsequent article to focus on Schmidt’s work in social movements; the writer even quoted from their parting conversation and private emails. 

“I felt like a big loser. It looked like I was using my political work to market my music, which is a disgusting thing to do. Both my music and politics were disfigured. For those lines to be blurred by a journalist after I many times asked them not to focus on it is so disrespectful.”

With so much music journalism focusing on anything but the music, Schmidt laments, “I often feel like I don’t know what I can learn from dominant and mainstream music writing.” They’ve also witnessed smaller outlets become increasingly stretched for labour and thus unable to publish much that catches Schmidt’s interest.

Schmidt hungers for journalism that functions as a corrective to this: long-form coverage of musicians discussing their process and their craft and historical expertise in genres readers may not understand. For instance, Schmidt lauds Afropop Worldwide for providing political context to musicians, albums, and genres from Africa and the African diaspora.

“People who love the genres and understand the histories of the genres in which I’m writing tend to understand the music more and can ask me really interesting questions about the music I’m making,” Schmidt says. “A good music journalist can build upon a reader’s musical literacy and share their unique interpretation of an artist’s work,” they continue, likening music journalists to crate-diggers searching for gems to present to the world. 

“It’s a good thing to foster a culture of real listening. How do young listeners learn how to do that in a moment where TikTok is shortening attention spans? Beats me, but music journalists could try to foster the long listen.”

Like crate-diggers, music journalists can draw attention to overlooked music. This opportunity is especially crucial today, as major streamers cajole listeners with an illusion of bottomless choice. “[Music journalism] is potentially a pathway for the music maker to be heard and to travel with their music,” Schmidt says.

Electronic musician Vi Levitt, aka KERUB, agrees. The Toronto-based artist began developing their own music taste in junior high via niche online circles built around anime fan communities. They also frequented torrent sites, downloading random files because they couldn’t read Japanese, Mandarin, or Cantonese. “As someone who listens to a lot of music that isn’t in English, without music journalism and even without platforms like Bandcamp, I wouldn’t know about half the music that brings me joy on a daily basis,” Levitt says.

“We need publications, because otherwise it’s just machines controlled by bald men in Sweden,” Levitt adds. “Even if I don’t always agree with what’s being written, it’s still something I think that we need and we need to continue to respect.”

Schmidt, Noel, and Levitt all agree that thoughtful criticism doesn’t have to be positive—it just needs to show that the writer has spent time with the music. It’s a bonus if the writing helps them hear or understand a piece of music—including their own—differently or notice a detail or quality they missed.

Although Noel doesn’t dwell on bad reviews, he says, “Something that might irk me is if there’s no substance to it, if it’s clear that they pulled quotes from the press release—which I probably wrote,” he adds with a chuckle. “I would love to get a really in-depth critique of the music because every time I put something out, I feel like I see a lot of the flaws in it, and it’d be interesting to see what the other flaws are.” 

Noel has a clear idea of the feelings he tries to imbue in his music. “So when somebody comes out of left field with, ‘This reminded me of this,’ or, ‘I definitely thought you were listening to this,’ it’s pretty cool because it shows the music that we all make is maybe more versatile than we might assume it is.” 

It also helps him understand where the writer’s coming from and what their influences are: “Obviously, we can only really pull from what we know.” 

Being aware of the disconnect between where he and the writer come from makes it easier for him to let negative comments roll off his back.

Levitt compares reviews to the mixing process. “I give my stems to a mixing engineer, and we talk about my ideas and how to best put forth those ideas. If I’m talking to someone who really cares about the music or even is just listening to it for review purposes to get money, that’s still another set of ears with an entirely different perspective. They may or may not have just as profound revelations about the things I created as I did while creating it.”

To Levitt, thoughtful engagement with their work is sometimes as simple as a listener taking a moment to acknowledge that a piece of music reminds them of something else. It’s a small act of resistance against the flooding rush of streaming music. 

“You don’t engage with music on a more personal level,” Levitt points out, criticizing music fed to listeners by algorithms. “Thoughtful engagement is a counterbalance to the way we’re encouraged to listen to music nowadays, which is very hyper-capitalistic: just continue to consume and never think about it.”

Asked what they consider to be thoughtful music journalism, Schmidt cites Kurt Newman’s deep dive into Fiver’s Audible Songs from Rockwood in experimental-music publication Musicworks, which featured the album as its summer 2023 cover story—even though the record came out in 2017.

“It took about five years for me to make that work, and knowing Kurt had been with the music for a long time meant that he had meaningful observations that were folded into his line of questioning. I constructed that record as a historical document—things become apparent over repeat listens,” Schmidt says. 

It was clear to Schmidt that Newman hadn’t simply repeated what they said about Rockwood; rather, he understood their work through his own lens. 

“The way that he wrote didn’t limit me to thinking, ‘Oh, he got it right,’ or, ‘He got it wrong.’ I was like, ‘Huh, interesting.’ That felt like true inquiry and time spent with the work. I really appreciated that.”

Newman’s piece exemplifies the value of breaking the press cycle— an album’s best chance of getting coverage typically falls within two weeks before and after its release date. Otherwise, press is usually tied to upcoming tour dates. 

“I imagine a column called ‘Six Months In’ where you review music… after listening to it for six months,” Schmidt proposes. “How much more would a writer have to say about it? What is it to age with music? What is it to have music with you for quite a while?”

Growing up when the internet wasn’t available in one’s bedroom or back pocket, Schmidt discovered music through their friends and siblings, and by attending live events. They also read magazines in stores and picked up free Toronto alt-weeklies like Eye and Now Magazine. But Schmidt lost interest in music journalism when they became a musician. 

“I realized the mechanics behind who gets coverage were corrupt, and [they] most often favoured musicians who were able to afford publicists.”

To Schmidt, paying for a publicist boils down to pay-for-play—acquiescing to and buttressing a gatekeeping complex that monetizes every aspect of music. “Once you figure out that that game is rigged, you don’t really care what someone who was being cajoled by the system to write about you has to say about you.”

Noel, too, feels disaffected by the churn of publicity-driven coverage. “I get that resources are thin,” he says, “but it is a journalist’s job to a certain extent to be objective about what they’re writing about, and I don’t see why that isn’t possible in music journalism too.” 

Musicians would also benefit. The more critically journalists engage with music, the more used to it musicians will become. 

“It doesn’t hurt to be a little more thick-skinned and also not take a review as the end-all and be-all,” Noel says. “But at the same time, if you are a journalist, you do have a responsibility to not destroy somebody’s career.”

Although Noel questions how much value music journalism currently holds as a critical means of engaging with art, he does see more important critical analyses of the music industry nowadays. But there’s still a downside to analyzing music as a capitalist system. 

“Again, it feels like a way to cater to a broader audience, a more quickly understandable way into music than talking about the actual compositional elements of a piece,” he points out. 

Meanwhile, Schmidt declares: “I hate the modes of commercial dissemination of music. I find them to be obstacles to great musicians to work. Insofar as music journalism plays into these systems—to the degree in which music journalism is that thoughtless and unaware of itself—I don’t think there’s a place for music journalism.” 

But Schmidt is speaking about music journalism as it stands today, not what it could be tomorrow. 

“Writers are such a gift—writers thinking about music, people who love music, people who’ve tracked scenes that no one else is taking care of, people stewarding long traditional lines of music, people who are paying precise attention to music and really see[ing] connections that other people who aren’t paying that attention wouldn’t be able to make. I think that’s a beautiful practice, and I hope it continues.”

Against Schmidt’s hope, Noel doesn’t write about music anymore. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I did it again, but sadly, I don’t have the time for it,” he laments. “The journalism industry has been suffering for a while now. I’m an example of it: I went into journalism in university and then I didn’t do that in the end, even though I really wanted to. There are so many facets contributing to the state of music journalism at the moment. I’m very empathetic to that as well.”

Over the years, Levitt has grown to know many music journalists through overlapping arts circles. They’ve also built connections with music journalists by attending shows and following writers online. 

“Y’all are under the same shit that we as artists are. ‘Music journalist’ and ‘artist’ aren’t exclusive labels. We all deserve to be paid better in a way that is respectable,” Levitt observes. 

“There are human hours in this. There’s something to respect because another person has put in time to do this.”

Review: Chung & Cotola – Chung Shui II

Chung & Cotola
Chung Shui II
Montréal, QC
Self-Released
RIYL: Freddie Gibbs & Madlib; Cities Aviv; lounging in a smokey basement

The follow up to 2021’s Chung Shui, Chung Shui II is a masterclass in collaboration, featuring two artists whose distinct styles bring out the very best in one another. 

Across the record, rapper Chung’s savvy lyrical street sense meshes incredibly well with producer Cotola’s dusty throwback digs. Cotola’s heavily sample-based instrumentals place little-to-no emphasis on percussion, a small but significant decision that is felt as the resulting music snakes like a puff of smoke and hangs in the air, permeating everything (“You Know I Gotta”). This choice has a staggering effect, giving each song a relaxed feel that lets Chung bask in a loose flow that beams cool, collected confidence (especially on “Set the Tone”). It’s a kind of confidence built on trust between the artists, and one that’s evinced in the freedom and playfulness of the material.  

– Michael Rancic

Review: Lune Très Belle – Ovale

Lune Très Belle
Ovale
Boiled Records
Montréal, QC
RIYL: Bernice, Claire Rousay, bells of many sorts

While writing the song “Moisissure,” Lune Très Belle’s Frédérique Roy listened to church bells ringing near her home in Montreal. The bells maintain implicit and explicit presence throughout Roy’s hypnotic second record, Ovale, which is an experimental collaboration that feels guided by the repetitive rhythm of a clock striking or the dissonant resonance of a wind chime. 

Ovale’s jazz-inflected soundscapes feature collaborators including Robin Dann and Phil Melanson (both of the Toronto band Bernice), and the album shares Bernice’s playful pop sensibility, as well as the intricate intentionality of Talk Talk’s Spirit of Eden. The compositions often foreground guitar, keys, and Roy’s clear vocal, all woven together with electronic textures, scattered percussion, and found sound. The result is a style both organic and otherworldly. On “Maison,” a synth that sounds like a voice speaks to a flute that sounds like a loon. On “La Mite,” Roy apologizes to a moth she didn’t see, as guitar and piano imitate each other’s phrases. Ovale moves between the meditative and the jarring: soothing harmonies slip into discord and back out again. Listening to it feels like arriving at a clearing in a wood, sitting down and crossing your legs, and tuning into the life around.

Rosie Long Decter

Cedric Noel – Hang Time

Cedric Noel
Hang Time
Joyful Noise Recordings
Montréal, QC
RIYL: Pedro the Lion; Low; late night conversations that go deep

Cedric Noel’s music has a striking sense of intimacy, like he’s performing several feet away or whispering his lyrics into your ear. I first fell under his spell when I heard the heartrending single “Nighttime (Skin)” in summer 2020. Though Noel has worked in many sounds and musical styles, that song’s tender approach to slowcore indie-rock with understated instrumental arrangements punctuated by swaying choruses is carried throughout the 13 tracks of his latest album, Hang Time

On “Dove,” Noel’s rich baritone is doubled by the lilting voice of Common Holly‘s Brigitte Nagar as they tackle the weighty task of caring about “trivial things like love.” He is joined once again by Squirrel Flower‘s Ella Williams on “Bass Song,” trading off lines against a backdrop of gentle octave chords. As a mellotron swells, their voices come together to sing about the difficulty of sharing honest thoughts: “I don’t get to say the truth / When I want to / But I want to.” By using the least words possible, each one has weight.

The album’s duets are undoubtedly standouts, but Noel is most powerful when he sings on his own. On “Allies,” he repeatedly asks a simple question: “Are you on my side?” The other voice here comes from Malcolm X’s speech “The Ballot or the Bullet,” delivered at a Detroit Baptist church in 1964, one year before his death. When the song reaches one of Malcolm’s most famous quotes (“We must understand the politics of our community and we must know what politics is supposed to produce”), it is subsumed into a coda of shouts and clattering, lo-fi drums. Noel’s music might be intimate, but there’s a passionate flame blazing just below the surface.

– Jesse Locke 

Ouri – Frame of a Fauna

Ouri
Frame of a Fauna
Born Twice / Lighter Than Air
Montréal, QC
RIYL: Aphex Twin; Arca; Oneohtrix Point Never

When you go from local scene fixture to full-fledged artist, you’ll want to make a strong artistic statement right from the jump. After dropping two excellent EPs (Maze and We Share Our Blood), frequently performing alongside producer CRi, and collaborating with fellow Montréal artist Helena Deland on their joint project, Hildegard, Ouri (born Ourielle Auvé) has emerged with her debut solo album, Frame of a Fauna. Made while travelling between London, Berlin, and Brazil, this LP encapsulates her frenetic-yet-expansive sound that has become her trademark, while tracing the marks life experience leaves behind. 

Meshing punchy industrial beats with ethereal synths and orchestral atmospheres (no doubt influenced by her background in classical music, studying both harp and piano), the Montréal-via-France producer/singer/composer combines her lush, forward-thinking production with her own breathy, soothing singing voice. With fellow Montréal artists Mind Bath and Antony Carle offering guest vocals to “Odd or God” and “Felicity” respectively, Frame of a Fauna‘s intoxicating take on trip-hop, ambient, and experimental electronic music sees Ouri making a hypnotic, dreamlike body of work that can be both danceable and experimental—often at the same time.

Dave MacIntyre

Secret Witness – Volume I

Secret Witness
Volume I
Bienvenue Recordings
Montréal, QC
RIYL: DIANA; late night rideshares across town; Everything But the Girl

Four artists at the top of their game—house producers Gabriel Rei and Gene Tellem, pop singer/songwriter Laroie, and percussionist Pascal Deaudelin—join forces for this fruitful collaboration that sees each stretching their abilities creatively under a veil of darkness. 

The bubbly bass of “Endless Nights” pulls focus quickly, letting the introspective keys establish the nocturnal mood of the quartet’s debut EP. The sustained notes give a sense of the enduring shadow that the song title alludes to and which envelops the entire record, while Laroie’s voice is chopped and looped, stuck in time. 

As the material progresses, the band gels and moves away from comfort zones. The song that gives the group their name feels less rooted in house music and more in line with ’80s sophistipop, with the hand-percussion and laid back keys feeling lush and dramatic. Laroie delivers her self-reflective lyrics with a cool restraint that verges on a whisper. For a song that’s about being subsumed by feelings of jealousy, the group keeps things remarkably on the level, but in doing so they emphasize the subtle shifts in Laroie’s voice, and the way the song rises in tension as she reaches the chorus. 

For only six songs, what’s exceptional and exciting about this record is hearing how well everyone connects. Whether it’s on the instrumental “Refuge,” which with its glowing keys, insistent drums, and phasing electronics, leans in to the romance of the night, or EP highlight “Influence,” which features an excellent call-and-response vocal part from Laroie and guest Kris Guilty, Volume I is brimming with sharp songwriting talent and is enough to make any listener to never want the night to end. 

– Michael Rancic

Soul Boner – Liliana’s Divorce

Soul Boner
Liliana’s Divorce
Vain Mina
Montréal, QC
RIYL: Wasteland; WLMRT; 100 gecs

For the sake of full transparency, I selected this project to review because of the band’s name. That said, what I got when I pressed play was equally eyebrow-raising. Montréal-based duo Soul Boner’s debut EP, Liliana’s Divorce, is a five-minute, 13-second sonic caffeine rush that is short and sweet, but still packs a hefty punch. Feverish, blistering lo-fi noise punk meets hyper-pop à la 100 gecs, topped off with rapid-fire, deadpan spoken word monologues from front person Nara Wriggs—including one about refusing extra bread at McDonald’s to save money for fries, even if they’re “weird, dry, [and] soggy.” While any project at such a short length is difficult to properly analyze, it’s nonetheless a dizzying and sometimes eerie listen that serves as a memorable, in-your-face introduction to this duo’s raw, chaotic tunes.

– Dave MacIntyre

zouz – Vertiges

zouz
Vertiges
Lazy At Work
Montréal, QC
RIYL: Karkwa; Malajube; the sound of the early ‘00s

After their two EPs in 2017 and 2018, Montréal’s zouz have finally released their first album Vertiges with local rock label Lazy At Work. Well known for their powerful indie rock that resembles major bands like Interpol or, closer geographically, Malajube and Karkwa, this new offering sends listeners down a trip to memory lane.

From the first 10 seconds of “Vertiges,” the opening title track of the album, it’s hard to ignore their resemblance to older indie rock bands from Québec, bands that are now defunct. Every song opens up with the same sound that defined those bands, down to the delivery of the lyrics on “Nager.”  It feels like zouz are still stuck in an era that doesn’t exist anymore, one that was left behind for greener pastures. This being said, the album holds up and transports us through the colder season upon us. Lead singer David Marchand’s voice is a lullaby for the soul.

– Yara El-Soueidi

Efy Hecks – Somnifère

Efy Hecks
Somnifère
Bonbonbon Records
Montréal, QC
RIYL: Drugdealer; Harmonium; Plantasia; a good psych drug trip

From the first notes of Efy Hecks’ Somnifère, his newest album, it’s hard to ignore the influence of ’70s psych rock, Americana, and Mort Garson’s Plantasia. Opening with two instrumental tracks that set the tone to this release, Vincent Lemay (a.k.a. Efy Hecks) brings us with him through what seems to be an experimental drug trip turned very creative. 

There aren’t any limits to what Lemay explores with his album. While rooted in the signature psychedelic rock sound that is found in all of Bonbonbon’s artists, he still manages to keep us wanting more of his particular voice, one that feels like a warm musical blanket. This album won’t put you to sleep, as his name suggests. It will make you dream of unexpected and colourful sights that only Efy Hecks can create through his music.

– Yara El-Soueidi