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Take the Press Quotes and Run #2
I got ridiculously busy come the end of 2003. Thus, didn't get around to the "to review" stacks piling up around my room, which has turned into more of a music storage facility than an actual place to live. To clear off the clutter and make way for the inevitable 2004 swarm (I've got a good feeling about this year in music), here's a "cleaning house," so to speak, of 2003.
Ryan Adams- Rock n Roll (I refuse to spell it backwards)
Dear Ryan Adams,
It's not funny, man. The garage-rock revival is over. The Interpol hype is gone. You stole
"Burning Photographs" from Jeff Tweedy. Listing Billie Joe Armstrong in your
liner notes for BGV's does not give you any street cred.
Shut up.
Yours,
Annoyed.
Ambitious Career Woman- ...To Avoid a Lawsuit
Star Crunch would be proud. (And if you didn't get the reference, you really need to do your homework.)
Ambitious Career Woman rocks menacing surf guitar lines over a raucous punk/hardcore background somewhere
between Fugazi (I'm thinking In On the Kill Taker) and Drive Like Jehu. The band knows how to control their chaos, and channels it through angular
riffs (both guitar and bass), and frenzied, yet jazzy, drumming. The melodic moments sprinkled here and there
relieve the coming aural aneurysm, but I'm always ready for more.
Bubba Sparxxx- Deliverance
Mr. Sparxxx claims to be from Athens, yet the town didn't know much about him until "Ugly" hit MTV.
A friend of mine joked, "He's probably from Winder-- that hick." Hometown claims aside, Mr. Sparxxx
certainly proves he's not a one-hit wonder. Teaming up once again with Timbaland, you have to wonder
about the producer's angle. It's difficult to tell whether the musical emphasis on typically southern music
(country, Appalacian) is kitsch in providing the background for Sparxxx's laid-back MC skills. The Yonder Mountain
String Band sample on "Comin' Round" is nearly hokey, yet the rap over the fiddle is catchy and brings new
meaning to "Dirty South." The rap-rock on "New South" is just embarrasing. Today's MCs just cannot get away
with rapping over distorted guitars. It just bring back to many bad memories. Thankfully, it's followed by
the title track. Though the chorus sound too much like rappers trying to sing, Sparxxx saves the song MC-ing over
an acoustic guitar and a strings sample. All in all, a decent follow-up, but perhaps a bit too reliant on
Timbaland's beats.
The Desert Fathers- The Spirituality
The Spirituality an otherworldly piece of work grasping at oddity and pulling back dog-shaped fruit.
The music collapses on itself destroying/creating an existence where Shellac, the Pixies, and Sonic Youth
frolic in fields of dead daisies. The ancient monastic order from which the band derives its name at least
gives some kind of explanation for the odd pop music and creation/evolution concept that prevails over the
album. Or maybe it doesn't. I can't explain the literal growling on "Pitbulls" nor the man that sounds like
my old, crazed mythology professor at the end of "Peace in That." I suppose some thing are better left untouched.
The Dirty Projectors- The Glad Fact
The Glad Fact seemed to slide right beneath the radar last year. Dave Longstreth writes extremely
smart pop music, one could even say "genius," with the howl of a estranged poet. He seems to be disconnected to
the world around him in his melancholy songs influenced by the lo-fi generation as well as the bossanova.
He has the fantastic ability to make the most ridiculous lyrics become remarkably sad: "We drank a two-liter
of Orange Crush." Sometimes it's like an alternate universe to the '60s where folkies sang, "'Can they break my
spirit?' Spiro Agnew said that, but I am also saying it."
Eisley- Marvelous Things
[Actual IM conversation between Tangzine contributor Joel and me.]
Paula Kelley- The Trouble With Success or How You Fit Into the World
I heartily approve of this sophmore effort by the former Drop Nineteens vocalist. Kelley's darling voice
fits somewhere between '60s Motown and Carole King making lovely pop music in a similar vein with a nod to
Burt Bacharach. The PK
Orchestra, an assemblance of 40 musicians, provides lush arrangements on select songs to gracefully recreate
an era where such background was standard fare. The trumpet's entrance on "The Girlfriend" is perfect and
takes me back to when I would endlessly play my dad's Blood, Sweat, & Tears LPs. By far the best thing to come
out on Massachusetts' Kimchee Records.
Lucero- That Much Further West
For two or three weeks, I listened to the first two tracks incessantly. Ben Nichols's raspy punk-gone-country
vocals struck a resonating chord with me being such a fan of Uncle Tupelo, which, apparently, the band wasn't
familiar with until a year or two ago after Tenessee came out. Eventually, I got around to the other
songs and even saw them live (first band I've ever seen to actually let the audience pick the setlist). But
I have to admit, it doesn't stick with me as strongly as it did at first. The bonus disc I received is a lovely
addition, though. Some of the demos are even better than the proper album versions
(i.e., "The Only One," and "Hate & Jealousy"). (Funny sidenote: At the concert, there were two trailer-park-chic girls that could've
passed as Paris and what's-her-face clones. Hi-larious.)
The Meeting Places- Find Yourself Along the Way
Not much to report on this debut. Shimmering/soaring guitars via Soulvaki (Slowdive) and Loveless
(My Bloody Valentine) plus the vocal moaning of Morrissey or Ian Curtis; however, the drumming's interesting
to note in its creative subtlety.
Mercury Radio Theater- The Death and Life of the Undead Boy
Here's a fine surf-rock concept album about an outcast vampire boy narrated by none other than Dead Milkmen's
Joe Genaro. Songs like "No Me Gusta," and "In My Room" blast through heavy-hitting riffs and the latter features
frenetic keyboard line worthy of a no-wave band. Mercury Radio Theater's attempts at slower tunes are spotty like
"Hypno-Eye" with the two-tone polka and "You Are My Destiny" as a slow-core ballad to the vampire boy's affection,
Lydia. However, the closing number, "The Invisible Who Casts No Reflection Among Us," is a rip-your-heart-out-spit-in-your-face
rocker with a gothic choir seeping in so subtlely. It's the vampire boy flying away as the story comes to an
end and the radio's switched off.
Pacific UV- s/t
Eight blissed-out songs perfect for those times when you just can't take your eyes off the Christmas
lights chasing around your room (which I am known to do for hours at a time). I don't really get the
Sigur Ros comparisons, but Spiritualized and Slowdive would be good points of reference (even
Neil Halstead's Mojave 3 seems to have an influenced on the country-tinged "Out In the Blue"). Azure
Ray's Maria Taylor contributes her usual hushed, druggy vocals work well on the song of the same name, though
I still can't bring myself to like Azure Ray. Members of other Athens bands Maserati, and Japancakes also
provide instrumental work.
The Roman Candles- Bang! Bang! Bang!
[The following phone conversation more or less actually happened as I was DJ-ing with a couple
of embellishments for the purposes of this review.]
posted 02.29.04
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