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Category: Reviews

0 NO DEPRESSION reviews ‘The Great Make Believer’

  • May 10, 2016
  • Chris Robley
  • · Blog · Music · News · Reviews

Psyched that NO DEPRESSION gave my new album a kind review today. I love that magazine (which is, once again, a print-and-paper magazine). Read the whole review HERE, but — spoiler alert —  this is how it concludes:

“Given its spiraling emotions, The Great Make Believer makes for an enticing listen, and, its title disclaimer aside, suggests that Robley is indeed the very real deal.”

No Depression

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0 BABYSUE reviews The Great Make Believer

  • February 2, 2016
  • Chris Robley
  • · Blog · Music · News · Reviews

New babysue review:

“The Great Make Believer is a smart and smooth collection of pensive modern pop sometimes reminiscent of classic artists from the past like Harry Nilsson (the vocals are particularly similar at times)…

Ten classic pop tunes here and they all have intelligent winding melodies and way-above-average lyrics. This is one of those albums that will undoubtedly hold up well over time.”

Check out the whole review HERE.

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0 Examiner gives The Great Make Believer 4 out of 5 stars

  • February 2, 2016
  • Chris Robley
  • · Blog · Music · News · Reviews

Poor souls, I play for thee.

Or so says The Examiner, who kindly gave The Great Make Believer a lengthy review and 4 out of 5 stars.

Check the full review out HERE.

 

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0 Willamette Week reviews THE GREAT MAKE-BELIEVER

  • January 24, 2016
  • Chris Robley
  • · Blog · News · Reviews

The Willamette Week has be quite kind to me on my visit to Portland, Oregon, covering my weeklong residency at Al’s Den (to celebrate the upcoming release of The Great Make-Believer) twice in two weeks.

The first was this show preview:

Up until five years ago, a new album of Chris Robley tunes was a Portland music lover’s reliable annual perk—dense, Beatlesy goodness featuring deft wordplay delivered through McCartneyish melodies with a Lennonesque rasp. But that well ran dry. First, Robley switched Portlands on us, moving to Maine, and then turned his verse writing to the page rather than the stage, ultimately earning awards and publication in the prestigious journal Poetry. But Robley returned to Oregon last year to cut a comeback album, and is back again this week for a residency to share new tunes amidst a brace of special guests and a batch of Nilsson covers. The new The Great Make Believer sets aside Robley’s baroque-pop past for more rustic Rob Stroup production. Maybe it’s just what that soundscape subtly signifies, maybe it’s a half-decade’s earned maturity, but the emotions on Robley’s new songs seem more sincere and unguarded than in his past work—not that he ever sounded like he was posturing. What a welcome return.

Then they followed up with this artist profile: 

Chris Robley Fakes It So Real on The Great Make-Believer

When looking back at the things that have been written about Chris Robley over the years, a certain word pops up with some frequency: posturing.

“It’s all posturing, to some extent,” Robley says. Mind you, both times I’ve used that word in relation to his music, I was saying Robley was not guilty of posturing. But if he isn’t faking it now, and this new music seems somehow more authentic than what came before, does that mean he was somehow being inauthentic back then?

“It’s like finding the right amount of the craft, or artifice, to hold something that’s hopefully a real emotion,” he says. “I don’t think it’s even necessarily important that the emotion be factually true.”

But Robley does hold that his new album, The Great Make Believer, the first he’s released in the five years since leaving this Portland, where he lived and made music for a decade, and moving to Portland, Maine, is more emotionally honest than his prior work. Personal upheaval—what he calls “the ending of one relationship and the beginning of a new one, all mixed up” and the fraying of “other crucial friendships, kind of swirling around that same circumstance”—gave him a rich vein to mine.

Having penned more personal songs, he wanted to adopt a fresh approach to recording them, departing from the layered, effects-laden production of his previous albums. “My real life is filtering into these songs in a way that it never had,” he says, “so I guess I’m more confident with just letting them live, without covering them up with a bunch of strings and horns and swirly noises and stuff, because I know—not to say that they’re better or worse, but just that for me they’re more real.”

The approach Robley took to the new songs, aided by gifted roots producer Rob Stroup, was to develop arrangements organically with a group of five players gathered in a room at a friend’s house on the Oregon Coast. They tracked 11 songs over three days, taking about three hours per song to find the right groove (drummer Anders Bergström being key to that process, Robley says), add parts and get the right take. Robley’s vocals were recorded at Stroup’s home studio on a later Portland visit.

But Robley says there’s a risk to sharing songs drawn so directly from real life.

“When you’re going through a really difficult time, you feel every emotion, and you’re erratic, and changing your mind and changing your heart constantly,” he says. “In a song, I might have picked one particular shade on that spectrum to focus on, so I worry that someone might hear that song and think, ‘Oh, that’s how you felt about this situation,’ kind of definitively, when really it’s like, that’s one of many ways that I felt, and I just happened to write a song about that.”

It’s tricky, indeed, finding the right balance between authenticity and artifice—practicing, one might say, good posture.

Thanks, WW (and Jeff Rosenberg, who wrote both pieces).

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0 Performer Magazine Review

  • June 4, 2009
  • Chris Robley
  • · Blog · News · Reviews

A nice review for Movie Theatre Haiku from Julia Cooper at Performer.

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0 antiMusic.com Review of ‘movie theatre haiku’

  • May 12, 2009
  • Chris Robley
  • · Blog · News · Reviews

Chris Robley and the Fear of Heights - Movie Theater Haiku (a masque of backwards ballads, a picturesque burlesque)
by Gary Schwind

Chris Robley is a multi-instrumentalist. By which I don’t mean he plays guitars and keyboards. Don’t get me wrong. He does play guitar, keyboards (organs, synths, pianos, etc.) But he also plays bass, vibraphones, marimbas, banjo, mandolin, and so on. That is pretty impressive, especially to me. I have a hard time mastering one instrument.One thing I can say for Chris Robley (aside from the fact that he has created the longest album title I can recall since Fiona Apple‘s When the yada yada yada) is that you won’t hear too many albums like his. Movie Theater Haiku begins with a track that is reminiscent of Murder By Death. It features a healthy dose of strings and a rich, sort of literary feel to it.

In fact, the entire album has a literary feel to it. Just look at the song titles such as “The Late, Great Age of paper (haiku #2)” and “Baltimore Fugitives Buried in Brownsville, TX.” They kind of sound like story titles, don’t they. Robley is not interested in making 3-minute verse-chorus-verse songs. Each one of his songs feels more like a short story put to a fairly complex arrangement. That being said, Robley is not above using a kazoo (“Solipsist in Love”), which is probably the least literary-sounding instrument available. … Continue Reading

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1 Interview in Synthesis Magazine

  • April 25, 2009
  • Chris Robley
  • · A Closer Look · Blog · News · Reviews
Chris Robley

Chris Robley

Syncing Poetry and Motion

2009-04-22

Written By:Â Ryan J. Prado

Exiting the restroom of Northeast Portland’s Concordia Ale House, I’m approached almost instantly by an unassuming gentleman fingering through the magazine racks. I’m to meet up with the gifted Chris Robley at this designated meeting place, and I’m half-expecting a grandiose troubadour to saunter in with a posse of silken scarves adorning his neck, silver rings choking his fingers and a predilection for pomposity orbiting his aura. Indeed, Chris Robley and the Fear of Heights’ (essentially a cast of support musicians, but mainly just Robley) new album, Movie Theater Haiku (A Masque of Backwards Ballads, A Picturesque Burlesque), contains intrigue and mystery, like a revolving door with no one going in or out. It’s an ambitious undertaking, melding pop-rock formulas with supplements as far-reaching as theremin, marimbas, pump organ, kazoos and more, crossing over from plaintive epics to lullaby missives to silly love songs. The dreamer in me fantasizes about sharing drinks with a reclusive Elton John, not the polite, blushing figure before me. And I’m to learn that it’s the modest bent of Robley’s disposition that seems all the more to project his music into stratospheric realms. … Continue Reading
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