Hank Thompson,
Astropop 3,
Jeff Greinke,
The Nonchalants
Ernesto Diaz-Infante, Pat Harman & Rotcod Zzaj,
Sm:)e Mix Session 4: DJ Lars,
Victory At Sea,
Dream City Film Club
The Moon,
Pope Factory,
Waterstreet,
Prolapse
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Hank Thompson / Hank World / Blodshot
(CD)
There's only so much of today’s pseudo rock-county, Wilco/Son Volt shit
that I can stand.
However, you can just go on and praise the Lord Almighty for this hearty
compilation of
old-school country-genius Hank Thompson's works. With plenty of gin-u-wine
steel pedal,
feisty fiddles and clever lyrics to boot, this is what country is (was?)
all about! These
alternate takes, recorded in the early 1950s, are accessible enough for the
curious country
dance seeker, yet so unquestionably authentic that your Gramps will be
singin' alongside
you. Giddy on up cowboys and cowgirls, Hank's on the ride again with a
swell sounding posse
right behind him. -- am
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Astropop 3 / Astropop 3 / Planting Seeds (CD)
The very model of pop understatement, Astropop 3 offers
a stripped down (sometimes Brit)pop jangle that claims equal portions of
sixties and eighties influences. At their cheeriest, they're as chirpy as the Beatles
or a very downscaled Beach Boys. On the melancholy end of
the spectrum, Astropop 3 drench pathos in reverb, creating
mournful, echo-soaked gems that splice Smiths-y moodiness
into folkier roots-rock melodies, underpinning them with
wry, knowing asides to emo. Though their sound is occasionally
compromised by tinny, constricted production, Astropop make pleasingly
hook-laden 'n' hummable use of the traditional guitar/bass/drums troika. -- gz
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Much of what's been written lately on Composer/Sound Sculptor Jeff Greinke has made reference to a supposed ambient element in his thick
"soundscape"-like compositions. Perhaps I'm daft, but I don't see much of
it, at least not in the strict Eno "background" music sense. Ride
requires too much of my attention -- its densely layered sonic textures are
complex enough to reward closer inspection. Ride also focuses more
on rhythmic aspects (read "dub-inspired grooves") than any of the
composer's previous work. Greinke has been doing this sort of thing for
years now and he deserves points for trying to make his work more
accessible (read "rhythmic"), but I'm not blown over by its originality. -- nw
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The Nonchalants / Drive / Found Dog (CD)
Although Jean Synodinos' quavery folk-rock vocals occasionally
threaten to travel that familiar, whiny Lilith Fair route, they never descend into tired
predictability. Synodinos and bandmate Steve Uhler cover a lot of
ground, checking in with rock and blues riffs as well as more
predictable country-folk references. If you like Michelle Shocked
(especially her later material) and Joni Mitchell, but aren't afraid of
Jewel and the Indigo Girls, Drive should press some of your
buttons. Uhler and Synodinos' vocal interplay on tracks like "Don't
Need You" is a pleasure to hear -- it's a pity that Drive's rollicking
good-time attitude isn't more prevalent in modern music. -- gz
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Ernesto Diaz-Infante, Pat Harman, Rotcod Zzaj / Triple Expression /
Zzaj Productions (CD)
Another helping of experimental jazz-improv sonic soup from Rotcod Zzaj and friends.
Diaz-Infante, Harman and Zzaj are all musicians well-versed in the art of free improvisation,
and this recording captures them in fine form as they pluck, bang, key, strum and sample their
way through three extended tracks. It gets a little too noodly at times (one of the tracks is over
30 minutes long), but it's generally pretty engaging, especially when they're playing with goofy
samples or laying down almost-funky but slightly warped jams. As always, this sort of thing
works much better live, where you can in some sense be part of the action. Nonetheless,
Triple Expression does a pretty good job of documenting some fine improvisers at work. -- ib
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Various Artists / Sm:)e Mix Session 4: DJ Lars / Sm:)e Communications (CD)
As DJ Mix discs go, this one is pretty inoffensive. The transitions
between songs are mostly solid, though Lars cheats a bit in a couple
of places by segueing between two mixes of the same song. It's not that
such a trick makes the transition any easier -- remixes, after all, are not
automatically compatible, and differences between producers' styles are
often significant -- but does the track name need to appear twice in
the sequence? It's a minor quibble, I admit. Splendid readers prone to
television addiction may recognize Lars from MTV's Real World (the
London season), though to Lars' credit this is admitted quietly rather
than being revealed by specially-printed stickers on the CD case (as
probably would've been the case if Lars was American). -- gz
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Victory at Sea / The Dark Is Just the Night / Slowdime (CD)
What do you get when you combine members from seminal noise mongers Spore
and the spacey, other-worldliness of the Swirlies? Probably not what you'd
expect; Victory at Sea sails off with a tense-yet-lulling tranquility
that's reminiscent of June of 44. United by the confident swaggering of
Mona Elliott's lurching but serene vocals, these captains of the sonic
seas will lead you on a pleasurable listening journey through stormy quietude. -- am
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Dream City Film Club / In the Cold Light of Morning / Beggars Banquet (CD)
Brooding and emotionally extreme, Dream City Film Club combine
the angsty loneliness of goth, the bristling defiance of punk and exhausted, gospel-tinged confessional rock a la Cave or Cohen.
The result is a coctail of misery and sleaze, held together with a
miniscule amount of faded pride and self-respect. For some reason --
and I'm not suggesting this is accurate -- when I listen to DCFC I
picture a bloated Elvis fronting Tones on Tail under really unflattering fluorescent lights at a third-rate
old people's home. The album art, which features a series of
stuffed-and-taxidermied animals, is unlikely to conjure happier
moods or memories -- "grim" is definitely the mood du jour here. -- gz
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The Moon / The
Moon / Surgeland (CD)
The Moon plays rock 'n' roll. That single sentence does much to describe
the type of too-generic music found on this eponymous release. Some tunes
don't offend too greatly, but others -- like the painful, lighter-waving
ballad "What Do I Know" -- result in major point deduction. The main problem
with The Moon is that there just isn't much to distinguish it from
countless other vanilla rock albums. This isn't necessarily bad -- not
everyone can be an innovator -- but I must admit that in this specific case,
I had a hard time making it through what I found to be a cliché-ridden
and bland affair. -- nw
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Pope Factory is one of those bands that have created their own sound, but it's a sound that's
close enough to other sounds that have been created by other bands that they end up sounding
sort of wishy-washy. Does that make sense? Their press release says that they sound a bit like
Pavement and Sonic Youth, and well, they're right. The Smashing Pumpkins are in there somewhere too
I think. Pope Factory plays heavy guitar rock, mixed with a pinch of swirly psychedelia and a little
behind the scenes noodling, topped with mostly mellow vocals and a few nice guitar solos. It's
complex, well played rock music, but somehow it just doesn't really suck me in. -- ib
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Waterstreet / Waterstreet / Pimp Lounge (CD)
This nascent rock band cites Radiohead as a major influence. I
do see a certain faux "epic" nature to Waterstreet, a
certain effort to be bigger than life. Take "(oo-fo)" and "dirtyclean," for
example. They're both steady and confident, with slowly-building repetitive
guitar chord structures bolstered by piano and organ respectively,
and supported underneath with a subtle-yet-firm bassline. These are by far the
strongest songs on the disc and one of them should have opened it
rather than the relatively weak, formally odd "Lost and Found". Radiohead
they are not, but let's give them a few years. -- nw
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Prolapse / Ghosts of Dead Aeroplanes / Jetset (CD)
Crossing paths with the sensual rhythms of My Bloody Valentine and the not
so friendly
damaged art-noise of Circle X, this Leicester band dominates with hypnotic,
trance-inducing
tracks which sport a palaver of sophisticated female vocals
and thickly
accented male articulations. The striking and unusually present guitars
tend to take precedence over the mix, alternating between sharp bursts, and
infinitely looping, druggish hazes. Both beautiful and menacing, the
entirety of Ghosts of Dead Aeroplanes will have you embracing and
rejecting Prolapse like the moody girlfriend who recklessly toys with your
precariously fragile emotional state. -- am
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gz - george zahora | nw - noah wane | am - andrew magilow | ib - irving bellemead
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