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Nine Dollar Melon Baller / Riding the Ephidrine Horse / NDMB
(CD)
Nine Dollar Melon Baller is your basic bad-ass rock group. Riding the
Ephidrine Horse is riff-driven music to have a barroom brawl by. Tool
fans should listen to tracks like "EX" and "A.D.D. Playground". Helmet
fans will love "Weather Boy". "Pathetic" sounds like Stevie Ray Vaughn
meets Korn. If you agree with the music industry pundits who think Hard Rock
is on the comeback trail, Riding the Ephidrine Horse could be part of the
evidence you're looking for. -- nw
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Bio Ritmo / Rumba Baby Rumba / Triloka (CD)
Looking for the perfect poolside record? Okay, so maybe it's a bit late in
the
summer, but check out Bio Ritmo anyway. They've got the Latin swing thing
down perfectly, to the point that less restrained listeners will
undoubtedly start
samba-ing around the house, shaking imaginary maracas and making annoying
"brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" noises. Though big, bold and brassy, Rumba Baby
Rumba
unsurprisingly lacks the spontaneity of a live show -- but indicates that
Bio Ritmo
is worth a look-in if they come to your town. -- gz
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Grasshopper and the Golden Crickets / The Orbit of Eternal Grace /
Beggars Banquet (CD)Mercury Rev's mysterious guitarist jets out on his own (with
a bit of side accompaniment) with this experiment in spatial, spacy
rock which relies on heavily effected guitar and contradictory parlays of
noisy experimentations. The only thing that should be expected is
unpredictability, as Grasshopper reveals a secret
agenda of whirling, post-modern conceptualizations that border Spacemen 3 and The Flaming Lips. -- am
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Lewis Parker / Masquerades and Silhouettes / Caroline/Melankolic (CD)
A forest of breakbeats and a lush bed of scratchy samples are the
background for
Parker's impassioned delivery -- it's easy to picture him poised over the
microphone,
bristling with barely-restrained intensity, his British-accented syllables
punching
along like the keys of a typewriter. Music-wise, imagine Portishead after
a few
cups of coffee and you'll have a pretty firm grasp of what's going on here.
On the
downside, the pacing is pretty constant throughout the disc, causing the
cuts to
sound superficially similar -- and the whole Star Wars metaphor (Parker's a self-styled Jedi b-boy) becomes laborious rather swiftly. -- gz
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Help Wanted / The Return of Monkey Face / Help Wanted
(CD)
If you're looking for a kind of progressive, folksy rock sound, The
Return of Monkey Face will surely do the trick. Besides the standard
rock orchestra of guitars and basses and such, you get some of the options
(harmonica, trumpet and bongos) and even some decidedly rarer sounds
(clarinet and balalaika). Despite the diverse sonic elements that
contribute to The Return of Monkey Face, its overall sound is nicely
consistent and indicates a conscious effort on Help Wanted's part to
develop a unique aural signature. "No Name" will get you a glimpse of it.
-- nw
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Far Too Jones / Picture Postcard Walls / Mammoth (CD)
Remember The Hooters? I ask merely because Far Too Jones bear a vague
resemblance to that mid-eighties band, cranking out tasty, catchy dollops of
radio-ready roots-inflected pop rock. Vocalist Christopher Spruill has one
of those throaty, raw voices that works perfectly with this sort of material,
while producer Gavin MacKillop gives the disc a commercial veneer that,
while doubtless utterly offensive to indie rock purists, manages to avoid
bleeding every last drop of originality and spontaneity from the songs. Simple and enjoyable. -- gz
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Low End Lars / Low End Lars / Crunchy Food / BobbyJ Records (LP)An ethereal excursion manned primarily by
reverb-soaked guitar, Low End Lars (is it a band? Is it a person?) plays
some mind expanding space-core that either makes you feel like you're on
drugs or ups the ante on that last dose you took. Whoa...is it the
computer screen swaying, or just you? Sit back, relax, hold your breath and try not to lapse into unconsciousness with this smooth adventure across
the vinylscape. -- am
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dayinthelife... / dayinthelife... / TVT/Building (CD)
Dayinthelife... are one of those loud, intense punk rock bands that scare
the elderly, the infirm and Repulicans over thirty. Their jackhammer-drumming, guitar churning approach incorporates
plenty of vitriolic screaming and an occasional injection of post-grunge
vocal harmonies, and there really isn't a single song on the disc that
could be
described as "mellow" -- unless you're grading on a curve, musically speaking. -- gz
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