Man, I am sooooooo in love with
Marnie Stern. I apologise to my fiance, I do, but head over heels, right here. She is an awesome guitarist, songwriter, she gets Zach Hill and Kid Millions to drum with her - that is just some fucking ridiculous shit right there. I could go on. She also seems kind of stupid, as in she loves to muck around just as much as she does to hunker down with her guitar and blow everyone away, which every truly cool person must be. Because the truly cool person, is actually someone just like you and me - except they are really good at something, and it doesn't change them. Her new record,
The Chronicles of Marnia, may not be in the same frenetic mash-up of previous recordings, but she nails even more because of that - there is bright, shiny pop mannerisms hiding underneath the manic aural colour streams. It's like Ponytail in structured form. I wrote a review of the album already for theMusic.com.au, and I've posted it below. (And by the way, Marnie, you should have extended your Win A Date comp to Brisbane, Australia. Just sayin').

Bursting
forth like a clusterbomb created by art-noise tricksters Ponytail and Lightning
Bolt (helped by the fact that the drumming duties, normally held by eight-armed
Zach Hill, are pinned down by Oneida’s whirling dervish, Kid Millions), Year Of The Glad, Marnie Stern’s opening
salvo on fourth album The Chronicles Of
Marnia, sets the tone for the entire record. Still featuring the
jawdropping fretwork dexterity that Stern is rightly renowned for, the track is
a maelstrom of hypercolour explosions for the ears, Stern’s high-pitched vocals
swinging from shrieking vowels to hushed murmurs, all evoking a sense of giddy
joy.
Yet
Stern has always countered her manic musical presence with a lyrical inversion,
straddling euphoria and melancholy in equal measure. And so it continues here:
the raucous math-rock punch of You Don’t
Turn Down is punctuated by Stern’s finger-tapping brilliance and a machine
gun delivery in the middle third that decries I’m losing hope in my body; Noonan’s
fizzing energy belies a tiredness as Stern implores Don’t you want to be somebody?/And you kept on bringing me down;
the kaleidoscopic singsong of Nothing Is
Easy underscores Stern’s proclivity for soldiering on. This continual
tug-of-war is what electrifies Stern as a person and an artist, and The Chronicles of Marnia has perfectly
captured this in all its effervescent glory.
And
the pendulum continues to swing – the one-two punch of closers Proof Of Life (with Stern imploring All my life, it’s based on fantasy/And all
the gods, they’ve stopped talking to me offering lows which seem
bottomless) and the feverish Hell Yes (which
quivers and jitters uncontrollably, and purred vocals I won’t give in/I won’t give up/All I’ve got is time). Marnie Stern
may feel torn, yet there’s no need to be – her musical legacy continues to
energise and impress.
Marnie Stern - Year Of The Glad