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Guitar Hero: M. Ward at the 9:30

Chris Klimek

[caption id="attachment_3297" align="aligncenter" width="224" caption="M. Ward at the Glastonbury Festival, 27 June 2009. Photo by Cavie78; used under Creative Commons license."]M. Ward at the Glastonbury Festival, 27 June 2009.  Photo by Cavie78; used under Creative Commons license.[/caption] There’s an Old Navy’s worth of sartorial similes in which one could dress the songs of Portland retro-elegist M. Ward. But the one that fits best is to liken them to jeans or T-shirts “distressed” to look and feel older and more lived-in than they really are.

Ward’s ethereal, meant-to-sound-“found” alt-country-rock is soothing and undemanding; just soft-focus enough to hold his spot on the hipper-than-thou Merge Records label. It’s well-crafted. It’s listenable as the day is long. It just isn’t terribly exciting, particularly on a Friday night at an all-standing venue like the 9:30 club. At the second of two nights at the 9:30, Ward used four tactics to rescue the gig from the over-easiness of much of his songbook:

1) Manage expectations. Ward promised an evening of "new songs and old songs, arranged just so." No intimations of salvation, no pledges to rock our world 'til the sun comes up.

2) Spike your set with propulsive four-on-the-floor burners like “Helicopter,” which sounds it’s from the 50s, or “Roll Over Beethoven,” which actually is.

3) Confine yourself to a breezy 75 minutes.

4) Be a wilder, raunchier guitar player than your albums have even hinted at.

Ward’s electric guitar is as blotchy and sawtoothed as his voice is diffident and cool. It brought numbers like the opening “Chinese Translation” or the chugging evangelism of “Fisher of Men” into a meaner, more bracing realm, like the obnoxious guest at a stodgy party whose presence helps everyone else relax. (Ward played guitar on only about half the set, spending the balance on piano.)

“Do I recognize some of you from last night? I thought I did,” Ward asked, adding that he’d changed the setlist in deference to the repeat customers.

His four-piece band offered sweet vocal harmonies on a slow-motion cover of “Rave On,” though it was small consolation for the absence of Zooey Deschannel — the She to Ward’s Him — who coos along on the version that appears on this year’s Hold Time album. Ward also covered Louis Armstrong ("I Get Ideas"), Daniel Johnston ("To Go Home"), and Maryland’s own John Fahey, proving at least that his taste is impeccable.

A slightly shorter version of this review appears on Post Rock.

M. Ward at the 9:30 Club, Friday, July 31, 2009

The Setlist

01 Chinese Translation 02 Requiem 03 Rave On 04 Epistemology 05 Some Lucky Night 06 Hold Time 07 Jailbird 08 Poison Cup w/ 100 Million - Paul's Song - Lullaby & Exile 09 Magic Trick 10 I Get Ideas 11 To Save Me 12 Fisher of Men 13 Nobody Like You 14 Roll Over Beethoven


15 Helicopter 16 To Go Home 17 Big Boat