Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros Can't Wait

By Craig Rosen Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:14pm PDT 3 Comments

Today, I bring you Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros. The band's full-length debut, Up From Below, is out on July 14, but it has already released the Here Comes three-song EP through iTunes. There's a huge buzz on this band, so much so, I cannot sit back and wait any longer. I first heard about the band from an in-the-know fellow blogger, I saw them on YouTube, and heard their live session on KCRW's Morning Becomes Eclectic. The three songs the band has released digitally are quite good. Check out the band's performance of "Carries On," one of those three songs, shot live at the Regent Theater in Downtown Los Angeles, but I advise you to go to iTunes and download the studio version to hear the song in its full studio glory.

As you saw in the clip, Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros are a multi-member ensemble that's something like a cross between the Polyphonic Spree and Arcade Fire. The band performs big bombastic epics with an almost religious-like zeal. "Carries On," has a gospel-meets-indie rock feel reminiscent of the sound Blur explored a decade ago in the track "Tender."

After watching that clip you may ask yourself, "Just who is Edward Sharpe?" For you, friends, I have an answer. Sharpe is actually Alex Ebert, who gained some notice earlier in the decade fronting the punky/neo new wave outfit known as Ima Robot. For a glimpse of what Ebert sounded and looked like before he became Sharpe, check out the 2006 clip for "Lovers In Captivity" below.

Now sporting long hair, a beard, and a Messiah-like robe, he leads the Magnetic Zeros, an 11 or 12-member troupe that revels in his madness. Given Ebert's incredible physical and musical transformation into Sharpe, I suspect there's a certain amount of posing going on here, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Some of the best rock 'n' roll throughout the ages has been made by performers who assume identities that aren't quite like their own, but a character they create to make music and perform. And some of them pose so hard; eventually they become what they want to be. With Ebert/Sharpe, I think that might be the case. The band tours in a converted school bus, sporting the band's name in faux Hebrew script, that seems like some sort of a hippy commune on wheels.

Check out the video clip below for "Desert Song," which is part one of 12-part incredibly ambitious or pretentious (your pick) feature-length movie musical the band is releasing. The song/video are reportedly about Ebert/Sharpe's "reckoning with the middle name his father secretly wrote on his birth certificate--a Native American name which means 'Devil' or 'Demon.'" The opening segment reportedly features Ebert/Sharpe's father chanting in Monument Valley and was shot by his mother. That clip might put off some like some sort of bad Song Remains The Same flashback segment, but try and focus on the song, which will be included on Up From Below.

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3 Comments

1. Kevin -
You either drink the Kool-Aid or you don't.

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/music_blog/edward-sharpe-the-magnetic-zeros/

Dude, you shoulda hollered at me for a copy of the album. Pretty, er, magnetic stuff.

2. ROOSEVELT SAINT-LOUIS -
how i can wacht some beatiful movies for free.
to entertain my brain .

3. Lawrence -
Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Not the way that I do love you

Holy roly, m, oh my, you’re the apple of my eye
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Man, oh man, you’re my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness
There ain’t nothin’ that I need

Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
There ain’t nothin’ please me more than you

Chorus:
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
(2x)
La la la la, take me Home
Baby, I’m coming Home

I’ll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark
Girl, I’ve never loved one like you

Moats & boats & waterfalls, alley ways & pay phone calls
I’ve been everywhere with you

That’s true

We laugh until we think we’ll die, barefoot on a summer night
Nothin’ new is sweeter than with you

And in the sticks we’re running free like it’s only you and me
Geez, you’re something to see.

Chorus

“Jade?”
“Alexander?”
“Do you remember that day you fell out of my window?”
“I sure do, you came jumping out after me.”
“Well, you fell on the concrete and nearly broke your ass and you were bleeding all over the place and I rushed you off to the hospital. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Well, there’s something I never told you about that night.”
“What didn’t you tell me?”
“While you were sitting in the backseat smoking a cigarette you thought was going to be your last, I was falling deep, deeply in love with you and I never told you ‘til just now.”
“Now I know.”

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is whenever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you

Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

Ahh, Home
Yes, I am Home
Home is when I’m alone with you.

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa
Moats & boats & waterfalls & pay phone calls

Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you
Ahh, Home
Let me come Home
Home is when I’m alone with you
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