Johnny Vance,
Air,
Leni Stern,
Pedal Faster Bicycle Rider
The Hammertoes,
Spearmint,
Grandaddy,
IQU with Miranda July
Soul Junk/Danielson Famile,
Pierre-André Arcand,
Ramble,
20 Minute Loop,
Dumptruck,
22 Jacks
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Johnny Vance / Johnny Vance / self released (CASS)
Johnny Vance plays what I always think of as "American Rock." You know: John Mellencamp, Bryan Adams (okay, he's Canadian, but we'll forgive him), that sort of thing. The music's pretty straight-ahead semi-bluesy rock and the singing is, well, some guy singing. Don't get me wrong -- I like some of Mr. Mellencamp's songs just fine, and I've been known to sing alone to "Summer of '69" now and again. And while Vance's music and voice are just about on par with the other American Rockers, his songs tend toward the generic. The exceptions are the first track, "One Dance ("With Mia Farrow")," which wins for goofy lyrics of the month ("Yeah with Mia Farrow, You be Queen I'll be your King, I'd never chase your offspring"), and "Fifteen Minutes," which wins for being the song that finally convinced me that in the future not only will everyone be famous for fifteen minutes, but they'll also write a song about how in the future everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes. Unfortunately there's nothing really new or exciting on this cassette, and Vance seems to be stuck in territory that others have explored more effectively before him. -- ib
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I can't listen to Air's Moon Safari any more without
thinking of Laetitia Casta (and, to a lesser degree, silver lipstick, and
to an even lesser degree, Qualcomm phones). That's what good commercial
licensing will do, I guess. So if Moon Safari was the French analog
synthpop equivalent of having Laetitia Casta show up at your house, Premiers
Symptomes is the French analog synthpop equivalent of having said buoyant
French supermodel drive down your street, slowing down a bit as she passes
your house. This seven-track early singles compilation is good, but it's
nowhere near as good as Moon Safari -- enjoyable but not essential. Of course, my wife is much prettier than Laetitia Casta, so I'm somewhat indifferent to my own metaphor; you may find the Premiers Symptomes experience far more essential to your ongoing happiness. (Ladies, cross out "Laetitia Casta" and fill in the name of your favorite Frenchman...or even better, don't.) -- gz
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On Retrospective, jazz-guitar heroine Leni Stern looks back at 13
years and 10 albums' worth of work. She includes such classic moments as
the beautiful duet with Bill Frisell, "Someday My Prince Will Come" and the
joyful "Somebody's Something," recorded with her own band and David Sandborn
on sax. What makes Stern shine is her willingness to bend the definition
of jazz -- her willingness to pursue a musical vision that isn't easily
pigeonholed. Particularly on her more recent tracks (5 out of 16 tracks on
the CD are new), you'll hear a musician who isn't afraid to make liberal references to pop and blues influences. Recollection is a beautiful collection
of contemporary jazz and jazz-like music from a consummate musician, and is
worthy of the time of any lover of well-crafted music. -- nw
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Various Artists / Pedal Faster Bicycle Rider: Holiday Matinee Compilation #1 / Holiday Matinee (CD)
For those of you who don't follow the music world as closely as
we writer types are expected to, Holiday Matinee is a publicity
company. Their roster includes a lot of the names you'll find on
this year's edition of Indie Rock Trading Cards -- Tristeza, Pedro
the Lion, Very Secretary, Jejune, Sharks Keep Moving and a whole
mess of others. As with many such compilations, there's a fairly
narrow focus -- you're basically getting indiepop and emo, some
of it good and some of it goodness-challenged. Three exceptions to the formula come from Adam Voith's novel Bridges with Spirit (soon to be reviewed in Splendid's "other media" section, which will have a better name when it launches, we promise), read by the author. Unfortunately, Mr. Voith is a writer, not a vocal actor, and his rather
perfunctory delivery, combined with an intrusive and unnecessary
music bed, shortchanges the passion of his narrative. His tracks make
decent listening -- they just don't sell his book. And that's okay, really,
because with nineteen tracks of indie goodness, the CD should sell
itself. -- gz
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The Hammertoes / I too have sinned / Tortuga (CD)
Incorporating
gypsy, flamenco, lounge-jazz and world influences, The Hammertoes
demonstrate a sinister
sound that crosses the raspy vocals of Tom Waits with the bewildering
confusion that is
Firewater. And while the tuba, clarinet and bongos all sound good 'n'
wholesome, there's
something dark and evil lurking in The Hammertoes' minds. It's a collective
mindset that fashions
a CD with an underlying current of excitement that'll leave you with a bit
of paranoia, some
sweaty palms and an uncanny feeling of uneasiness. -- am
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Spearmint / A Week Away / hitBACK (CD)
A Week Away is a simple pleasure. Straightforward pop from
beginning to end, it incorporates club beats, sixties lounge and eighties
new wave influences, creating a frothy, anthem-spewing concoction that's damn near addictive. Spearmint reveal their rock chops on "It Won't Be Long Now", and on
"We're Going Out" they create four-and-a-half minutes of utter brilliance --
a culturally grounded recreational anthem with a New Order-evoking refrain
that'll lodge itself solidly in your forebrain. Ahhh...that's grand. -- gz
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Grandaddy / Signal to Snow Ratio / V2 (CD)
On this prequel to their forthcoming album (the ironically titled
Sophtware Slump), Grandaddy show that the world hasn't passed them by quite yet. Throughout these four songs you'll hear scratchy tape loops, robotic
vocals, piano, buzzing guitar and strange gurgling electronic noises. Who can't love that? "Jeddy 3's poem" is an android love song, seemingly to no-one at all, augmented with
whispy vocals and subdued keyboards. "MGM Grand" is a whizzing tale of
embarrassment as well as being a backhanded homage to the legendary film
studio/hotel of the same name. Signal to Snow Ratio finds Grandaddy
comfortable with the fact that music just might save them yet. -- jj
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IQU with Miranda July / Girls on Dates / K (CD)
Organic techno recompilers IQU provide a humanized
take on Warp Records' output as they provide backing
for two of July's incisive spoken-word pieces. "Girls
on Dates" spins a tale of indistinct atrocity -- part courtroom
drama, part confessional, part therapy session -- amidst a
warm, womb-like rhythm. "Kida Co-Coma" gives us the
mother and best friend of a comatose girl, arguing over her
welfare as we observe from a distance -- perhaps from the
patient's own perspective. Each track gets a remix from the
IQU crew, but these ultimately seem a bit unnecessary; the
potential of the Miranda July/IQU pairing isn't fully exploited,
and two more original tracks would've been welcome. -- gz
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Soul Junk/Danielson Famile / Insound Tour Support Series No. 2 /
Insound (CD)
This is the 2nd release in the ongoing Insound
Tour Support Series, in which your favorite online music shop releases a limited edition CD (1000 copies) featuring tunes from a currently touring band. Said band sells half of the discs on the road, and Insound sells the other half. This release features six live tracks from two "Christian Rock Greats" (according to Insound), Soul Junk and Danielson Famile. Not being a Christian Rock devotee, I admit that at first I wasn't really sure whether the bands were goofing on Christian Rock or not. Apparently not, and I can safely say that this is the weirdest Christian Rock CD I've ever heard. There's a definite 'revival' feeling to the whole thing, with lots of shreiks, sing-alongs, handclapping and the like. "A No No - Blackout" by Danielson Famile has a distinct "Krishna youth chanting on the corner" feel to it, while "Wax presidential" by Soul Junk is more alterna-rocky, with Pixies-esq vocals and a lo-fi vibe. There's even a rap of sorts on Soul Junk's "Graveyard Style." Oh, and did I mention handclapping? There's lots of handclapping. Plus Jesus. Whew. It's a strange CD. -- ib
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Pierre-André Arcand / Le Livre Sonore et Les Machines Animales / Avatar/OHM (CD)
Is it a bestiary inhabited by feral recording equipment? Perhaps. Is it a
perspective-adjusting examination of art installations? Possibly. Is it
explained, for the most part, only in French? Yep. If I don't seem to
grasp the entirety of The Resounding Book and the Animal Machines,
it's because my understanding of French has faded almost to nonexistence.
I can, however, grasp that microphones have been manipulated in nontraditional
ways to produce animal-type noises, and that these individual chapters
of animal movement fit into an over-arching, if extremely loose, narrative.
It's very cool to listen to, though -- probably even more so if you're not
obligated to write about it afterwards. -- gz
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Ramble / Yeah, Whatever / Ultra Groove (CD)
If what you really want in life is story-oriented, mid-tempo,
bluesy-rock in the spirit of Hootie and the Blowfish, Yeah, Whatever
is for you. This album has been extensively tested to verify its
cross-over appeal. Focus groups were held to determine that people between
the ages of 18 and 55 love this album (really!). It is billed as
being not too loud, not too quiet, not too hard, not too soft...just right.
Unfortunately, while this may be perfect for Goldilocks, its blandness
leaves me somewhat cold (and last time I checked I was between the ages of
18 and 55!). I'm not entirely turned off by this CD -- some tunes are
pleasant -- but the overall effect is that of a nicely homogenized project.
Maybe you could buy this for your mom next Mother's Day. -- nw
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20 Minute Loop / 20 Minute Loop / 20 Minute Loop (CD)
It's not easy to make "quirky pop". One misstep and
you've got "wanna-be-quirky pop", characterized by
massive radio airplay, huge album sales, a slot on the
current multi-band festival of choice and, six months
later, a personal credit counselor and a promising Assistant
Manager gig at Starbucks. 20 Minute Loop write quirky pop. Had the Pixies and
XTC not happened along, 20 Minute Loop's bristling
rock ditties would seem far more unnerving; instead, the
task of Being Odd is largely relegated to the band's lyrics, which paint a
lurid cubist picture of hookworms, death, sex, failure, airplanes, fire,
disfigurement and evil, rendered in high style via the vocal
interplay of Kelly Atkins and Greg Giles. 20 Minute
Loop will seize you by the ears, shake you violently,
spin you around until you're nauseous and leave you lying
on the sofa covered in a cocktail of your own vomit, bile and saliva.
Or, if you're less susceptible to imagery, you can just listen to it. -- gz
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Yes, that Dumptruck. Seth Tiven and co. released three
underappreciated albums back in the mid-eighties before resurfacing
in 1995 with Days of Fear. If you're heard Dumptruck before,
the only surprise you've got coming is that they're still around;
Terminal
is another brick in the REM-style country rock wall Tiven's been building
for fifteen years. It's a good album, and it's got that College Nostalgia
Factor
going for it, but the whole genre has been abused, mined and abandoned.
Terminal is better than most other efforts in the field -- especially
the blistering "Swept Away" -- but for best results, remove similar-sounding
bands from your listening diet for a few days before giving it a spin. -- gz
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22 Jacks / Going North / Side One
Dummy (CD)
When you're not out creating a new sub-genre, your best bet for gaining
attention is nailing down a particular genre with a solid batch of tunes. 22 Jacks has
all the necessary ingredients for pop-punk perfection: tightly-knit tunes, harmonious
choruses, crafty lyrics and a secret stash of energizing puissance. Smart like Bad Religion yet fun like NOFX, Going North will satiate the staunchest pop-punk rocker's musical
appetite. -- am
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gz - george zahora | nw - noah wane | am - andrew magilow | ib - irving bellemead | jj - jason jackowiak
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