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Christy
Moore - This is the Day
Columbia 503 255-2 Reviewed
by RP
"King Puck" is back running a soft brogue across eleven folk songs suffused
with an infectious and uncommon idealism. Of these, nine are covers from
the pens of gifted fellow travellers like Jackson Browne (How Long), Dan
Penn (Cry Like A Man) and Mike Waterson (A Stitch In Time). All have anecdotal
liner notes accompanying them, which goes some way to explaining why they
receive Moore's personal seal of approval. Most memorable, though, have
to be those written in an overtly political vein. Revolution and revolutionaries,
human rights and human resolve have long provided sustenance to his vision.
Here, close to home, it was his own requiem to a murdered Veronica Guerin
(Veronica) with it's assertion that ".. you'll never silence her / Your
story will be written / Her spirit won't rest easy / Until her job is
done". Further afield, an evocative rendition of Arlo Guthrie's moving
tribute to singer and activist, Victor Jara, recounts how he was caged,
tortured and finally executed for his beliefs under the Pinochet regime.
Then there is Companeros -a song Moore tells us he learnt Thirty Two years
ago from the singing of the writer Ewen McColl. Christy Moore, whether
you accept his beliefs or not, should at least be admired for an unwavering
strength in those convictions, and for the intelligence and beautiful
craftsmanship found in the music that clothes them.
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Alison
Krauss, Emmylou Harris, Gillian Welch et al. - Down From The Mountain
Lost Highway 088 170 221-2Reviewed
by RG
Having praised Gillian Welch's contribution to the 0 Brother Where Art
Thou soundtrack in the last issue, here's the soundtrack itself - sort
of. In fact it's the album of the concert of the bands playing the music
from the soundtrack. So, now that's clear we can get on to the content.
Welch contributes two tracks (neither of which actually appear in the
movie but fit its feel so well that show producers the Coen brothers insisted
she sing them) as well as backing and accompaniment to Emmylou. However,
her piece de resistance is the closing duet with Alison Krauss where she
introduces some much needed traditional grit to Krauss' often overly sweet
tone. In fact, those familiar with the smoothly manicured studio delivery
of Krauss are in for a treat (or a shock if they belong to her middle
of the country road fan base). The music on this album is pure, traditional
folk country, heavily laced with blue grass: the music of the depression.
Blue it may be but depressing it's not. This is music from people with
little else to lift them. It's the deepest roots of what is now known
as country and stands in stark contrast to its spruced up, brushed down
offspring. With the likes of the Cox Family present, and the Fairfield
Four, authenticity is guaranteed - and so is quality.
Supplier: Vivante - www.vivante.co.uk (44)(0)1293-822186
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Michael
Burks - Make it Rain
Alligator - ALCD 4878 Reviewed
by AH
The first person that comes to mind when you glance at Michael Burks crouched
over his Gibson Flying V on the sleeve of his alligator debut is Albert
King. Once you get locked into the grooves other great masters like Albert
Collins, BB King, Freddie King and Luther Allison spring to mind. Michael
Burks has shades of all these greats in him, and like the above-mentioned
players he's not somebody who likes to hold back. For the most part he
attacks his guitar with utter ferocity, his rich, deep BB style vocals
mirroring his instrument perfectly. The excellent band - Vasti Jackson
on rhythm Guitar, Ernest Williamson on keyboards, David Smith on bass
and Steve Potts on drums -lay down rock solid backing but never try and
steal Burks' fire. Opener 'Hit the Ground Running', kicks off the party,
Michael's guitar blazing away and locking into a groove that stays with
the listener for 54 blues-soaked minutes. Even when he slows it down the
guitar still manages to burn a hole in your soul, and when he combines
it with his gospel tinged vocals (as he does on the beautiful 'What can
a man do'?) the results are truly astonishing. Burks pays homage to Albert
King on 'Everybody's got their hand out' - bet Albert's roaring his approval
in Blues Guitar Heaven
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Emmylou
Harris - Red Dirt Girl
GRAPEVINE GRACD 103 Reviewed
by RP
Since being dropped by Warner Brothers almost a decade ago, Emmylou Harris
has audaciously switched codes - ditching all too familiar country sounding
arrangements in favour of a far more ambitious, and richly textured, folk-pop
idiom. Under the Grapevine umbrella, a committed core of accomplished
musicians, have lent their support while this legendary figure of the
country scene has reinvented herself. If the stunningly produced Wrecking
Ball (1995) and a musically autobiographical "live" album, Spyboy (1998)
tilled soil and planted seeds, then her most recent CD, Red Dirt Girl,
is a GM harvest. This is a contemplative and spiritual release that cleverly
juxtaposes vivid religious symbolism within it's secular storytelling.
Sermoniser or wit? Take your pick. But Emmylou's grasp of the striking
image, either to reinforce or undermine a subject, is enviable. Perhaps
the mantra-like, "We took the wrong train to/ Kingdom Come now/ No more
damage/ Can be done baby", through an echo of the Lord's prayer, puts
irony ahead of doctrine. Great folk compositions, such as the title song,
which describes in detail the hopelessness of Lillian, an Alabama woman
from the wrong side of the tracks; the five kids by the age of 27, her
shattered dreams and the descent into booze, drugs and an early grave,
is an irresistible requiem that effortlessly beds in uncomfortable lyrics
and fine music.
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Eva
Cassidy- Songbird
HOT RECORDS 61-10045 Reviewed
by RP
Unless you've lead a suspiciously devout monastic existence, then the
posthumous "Eva Cassidy" phenomenon could not have passed you by. A movement
fuelled by a sublime and unblemished voice, one cruelly cut down by cancer,
has through selective and enterprising marketing, grabbed with both hands
a collective emotional psyche to propel an artist of modest ambitions
to previously unthought of heights. Call me cynical, but believe that
there are many anonymous, fledgling talents of similar ability out there,
who achieve no artistic or commercial recognition, so I think I'm correct
in saying that it takes an unusual set of circumstances and a degree of
opportunism to develop the momentum for this type of band-wagon. In it's
latest guise we are treated to a belated 180g virgin vinyl release of
Songbird: The compilation album which draws tracks from a self-conscious,
Live At Blues Alley, The Other Side, where Cassidy duets with Chuck Brown,
and her exquisite, Eva By Heart. A sympathetic Nick Webb Abbey Road remaster
reveals the crystalline vocal innocence from a performer who possessed
(in abundance) a seamless versatility needed to cross the musical genres
of folk, jazz, gospel and R&B. The pressing quality (courtesy of Pallas
in Germany) is of the highest order and the run, limited to 10,000 copies,
will undoubtedly fail to meet demand.
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Gaby
Cole, Marco Pezzenati - Just For A While
Fone 010 SACD Reviewed
by RG
Jazz vocal and percussion might seem like a scary combination, and truth
be told, there are points on this disc where it certainly is, but don't
let that put you off. Gaby Cole's mannered, even exaggerated, vocal delivery
may not be everybody's cup of tea, but given the sparse acoustic environment
and the lack of textural and dimensional options open to the performers,
this is actually its most natural habitat. Marco Pezzenati's percussive
interjections are more thoughtful and less over bearing than is generally
the case when a musician gets this much space to fill (especially drummers).
The results are musically much more varied than you might expect, turning
a new and familiar eye on a collection of jazz standards that range from
Ellington's 'Mood Indigo', through The girl From Ipanema' to the Gershwins'
'I Got Rhythm: The recording is in Fone's normal excellent style, right
down to the coherent and transparent soundstage and wide dynamics. Stand
out tracks include a wonderfully languid 'Summertime' and a strangely
haunting 'These Foolish Things' and whilst ultimately this is an album
you'll probably end up dipping into rather than listening to in its entirety,
the sonic excellence and offbeat presentation make it a diversion well
worth taking. A dem disc in the making? I have that horrible sinking feeling...
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Jennifer
Warnes - The Well
RYKO/SDR SD8960 Reviewed
by RP
Once a darling of the hi-fi world through her sartorial celebration of
rubberwear in blue; Jennifer Warnes, has after nine years unveiled a lavish
Martin Davich co-production that showcases five Warnes original songs
and six covers. They include a Tom Waits coffeeshop waitress ballad, 'Invitation
To The Blues', and the wry, Arlo Guthrie penned, 'Patriot's Dream', on
which the modern Godfather of American folk, himself, guests on vocals.
These two tracks and Jenny's, 'Praire Melancholy' and The Panther', exude
class. Opulent arrangements for violins, violas, mandolin, piano and ambient
synths, are several rungs up from a traditional, earthy folkblues. Yet
there's no denying their effectiveness in underscoring those perfectly
timed and beautifully enunciated syllables. In the delivery of lines such
as, "... sometimes my heart feels like a dandelion/ seeds scattered in
a careless wind/ and nothin' to show for my life and time but/ innocent
wonder in the face of thunder/ feelin' like something is about to begin"
(The Well) she shapes, forms and manipulates language with a craftsman's
feel. Her vocal chords perfectly measure, plane or cut the lyric with
the grain of the song, never against it, to peel away layers of meaning
that younger (less mature) aspirants simply dream of. Magnificent recording
to match.
Supplier: The Cherished Record Company - www.cherished-record-company.co.uk
(44)(0)1579 363603
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Tori
Amos- Strange Little Girls
Atlantic 7567-83486-2 Reviewed
by RP
A cover version is your classic booby-trap. An attractive or familiar
bauble that draws you in with half-remembered chords, and then wham! It
explodes in your face to debilitating effect. Which, I guess, would make
a Tori Amos album that's full of covers nothing less than the proverbial
minefield. However, what separates this disc from a dire effort like that
self-indulgent Robbie Williams homage to Sinatra, is the choice and interpretation
of songs. Robbie, bless him, simply does not possess the vocal goods to
carry off iconic numbers where versatility, timing, inflection and precise
delivery are all required in abundance. Tori, on the other hand, selects
strong pop songs as opposed to emblematic standards and consciously, too,
abandons many of the familiar hooks found in the original cuts of tracks
like, 'I Don't Like Mondays', 'Rattlesnakes','I'm Not In Love' or 'Happiness
Is A Warm Gun: A courageous reworking of these songs, together with the
terrific lyrics found on the title track as well as Neil Young's 'Heart
Of Gold', Lou Reed's 'New Age', Joe Jackson's 'Real Men' and Tom Wait's
'rime', reveals itself through significant shifts of emphasis and style.
An intriguing and chameleon-like sweep through the familiar, where acceptance
is not attained without a little pain.
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Heather
Nova - South
V2 - WR7017352 Reviewed
by AH
Heather Nova was born in Bermuda and spent her formative years living
on a boat with her parents going wherever the mood took them. Her musical
breakthrough came when she supported The Cranberries and Bob Mould. She
followed that up with more dates, opening for Neil Young and Pearl Jam,
amazing the crowds with just an acoustic Guitar and her soaring voice.
Touring Europe extensively helped her sell over 400,000 copies of the
excellent Oyster and she consolidated that success with the follow up
Siren. Now she unleashes South, the album that should, justice prevailing,
catapult her into the singer/songwriter premier league. South opens with
the sound of crickets and then explodes into the sound of summer with
the breezy 'If I saw you in a Movie: The sunshine feel continues with
'Talk to Me' and the catchy 'Virus of the Mind', a hit single if ever
1 heard one. The Mood softens with one of the album's many highlights,
the dreamy 'Like Lovers Do' giving Nova's sensual voice the opportunity
to weave it's magic. She ups the tempo again with the sublime pop of 'fm
no angel' and then delivers two crackers, the string-soaked ballad 'Help
Me Be Good To You' and the gentle acoustic 'Tested: South is the work
of an artist at the peak of her powers and deserves to sell millions -
make sure you're at the front of the queue.
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Laurie
Anderson - Life On A String
Nonesuch 79539-2 Reviewed
by RP
Out there on the avant garde fringe of rock music, Laurie Anderson now
in her fifties, generates a visionary sharpness throughout this tightly
constructed and allegorical album, which in many ways examines the artist
and the art of observation as much as anything else. To the uninitiated
her musical concepts, that accommodate bowed classical instrumentation
alongside New Age, Jazz and African influences within a popular framework,
may be the compositional equivalent to autism. Either these will be expressions
of profound insight, or simply not communicate to the listener at all.
It depends solely on the individual. Anderson's songs, and there are a
dozen here to choose from, reveal a sculptress' eye for detail in these
moody, evocative and part-spoken forms. A tactile edge to lyrics like,
"It's midnight downtown. It's been raining for days. Rain beats down.
It covers the streets with it's sparkling skin." (Washington Street) rejuvenates
a set of mundane cityscape images with that last simple (almost throwaway)
line. The arrangements continue to clothe these and far more pictorial
and literate lyrics just waiting to be discovered in analogous works such
as 'Pieces And Parts', where she combines a plantation slave folktale
with the symbolic and physical status of a whale, before indulging in
didacticism where matters of the heart are concerned.
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Rammstein
- Mutter
CD Motor 549 639-2 Reviewed
by DA
German band Rammstein are an interesting proposition, defying all the
odds by enjoying growing global success whilst resolutely refusing to
sing in anything but their mother tongue. I have even heard that there
are Rammstein tribute bands in the USA, which is really quite amazing
for a band that are only on their third album. Mutter, which means mother,
puts Rammstein at the same point that Metallica were a few years ago with
their eponymously titled black album, i.e. they have introduced just enough
commercial appeal to break into the big time without betraying their heavy
metal roots. Marching along to a distinctly Teutonic beat, the band throw
out guitar chords like great slabs of concrete, whilst the keyboards burble
and warble around the soundstage. The singer, whilst undoubtedly gruff,
makes sterling work of the big choruses that are commonplace here. 'Ich
Will' (I Want), which they played at the last MTV Europe awards bash is
a case in point, starting with the singer chanting the title over the
twiddly keyboards until the riffs jump in, and then they're away into
a punch the air chorus and back again. Make no mistake Rammstein are going
to be big, Keraang have even started using the rif from 'Sonne' (Sun)
to back their self promoting advertising. Add to this the fact that this
is a superb recording, and if you have any affinity for heavy metal then
you have to put Mutter on your must buy list for this year.
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Dusty
Springfield - A Very Fine Love
Columbia 478508-1 Reviewed
by RP
Not a great LP like Dusty In Memphis, nor a modern classic such as Reputation,
but a last lesson from probably the finest soul/pop singer this country
has produced, which fills empty songs with warmth and propels those with
a slightly higher pedigree nearer the spine-tingling category. Crucial
cuts, here, include 'Wherever Would I Be': A polished, Diane Warren penned
duet for Dusty and Daryl Hall; the introspective ballad, 'Where Is A Women
To Go', on which Mary Chapin Carpenter provides backing vocals, and the
off-camber, 'I Can't Help The Way I Don't Feel: A Very Fine Love is, as
I've suggested, a record of close calls. In playback, Dusty's unique voice,
that can soar, tremble, hold a note and fashion or even amplify meaning
buried deep within lyrics, which would by most standards sound trite,
here distils a degree of integrity and emotional urgency from tired and
overworked lines like, 'There is a wind tonight/ That blows and chills
me to the bone/ Here by the fireside/ Even the heat can't keep me warm".
(You Are The Storm). Combine her inspirational qualities as a performer
with Tom Shapiro's luscious production and some solid Brian Tankersley
engineering, and the results are persuasive.
Supplier: The Cherished Record Company - www.cherished-record-company.co.uk
(44)(0)1579 363603
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Jewel
- This Way
(Atlantic - 835192) Reviewed
by AH
A few years ago a friend and I went along to Southampton Guildhall to
watch Jewel expecting a couple of hours of gentle acoustic folk and for
the first hour that's exactly what we got. What we got for the second
half though was totally unexpected as Jewel strapped on an electric guitar,
plugged in and proceeded to rock the place stupid. We were mesmerised
and came away hoping that the next album would be plugged in and rocking,
so it's pleasing to report that This Way is exactly that - a full band
affair. So far, every review I've read on This Way has been pretty lukewarm
and had I not bought it before the (UK) reviews I'd have been very reluctant
to shell out my hard earned cash. I'm bloody glad I did because the new
style really suits her. Jewel has such a versatile voice that the transition
to Rock/Gospel singer is no effort for her. She's also a fine songwriter
and lyricist who knows how to write a memory lingering hook. Fine examples
are the glorious 'Everybody needs someone sometime', 'Cleveland', (a country
rocker with an irresistible chorus) and the raucousness of 'Love Me, Just
Leave Me Alone', a better with a stunning slide intro from ex-Giant guitarist
Dan Huff. If you're looking for folk album number 3 look elsewhere. If
you want to hear an artist expanding her mesmeric talents, purchase now.
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Ryan
Adams - Gold
Lost Highway 170 62-2 Reviewed
by RP
Speculative comparisons to Dylan and Neil Young are exaggerated, but not
without merit. Adams is an observant and intelligent writer of songs which
frequently blend distinct and uncomfortable images. Scenes where all-night
bars, streetwise cops, or that tell-tale picture of a teenage mother prostituting
herself to pay for medical school (Tina Toledo's Street Walkin' Blues)
are wed to touching, romantic interludes that mull over loves: successful,
fractured and unrequited. Ryan rocks. Yet does so with a lyrical dexterity
and delicacy of touch that can command and accommodate quite disparate
descriptive moments in a whim. "Riot on the streets, the touch beneath
the sheets. It's only gonna make you love me more Moonlight on the beach,
sweet amphetamines. It's only gonna make me love you more" is a minor
case in point. When he rakes over the lines for 'Firecracker', backed
by Hammond B3, harmonica and acoustic guitar, it's pure Dylan, but without
that sawing voice. While, elsewhere, 'Nobody Girl' and 'Sylvia Plath',
minus those nose-candied pinched vocals, could be straight out of the
Neil Young songbook. Ryan's delivery here is smoother, though his singing
still possesses the character and deeper textures needed to sustain the
seriousness of these vivid impressions of life displayed in seventeen
modern vignettes.
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Curtis
Salgado - Soul Activated
Shanachie - SHCD 9026 Reviewed
by AH
Those of you out there longing for a return to real soul (and fm talking
Otis Redding, AI Green, Syl Johnson - you get the picture) this little
beauty will be right up your street. Curtis Salgado served a quality apprenticeship
working alongside greats like Robert Cray, Steve Miller (as harp player)
and Roomful of Blues where he gained valuable experience and a deep affection
for quality soulful blues. However, whilst Soul Activated is deep and
bluest' it has more of a Stax and Hi-records Soul feel, allowing Salgado's
voice to swoop and soar with gritty passion. There is a well-balanced
mix of originals and cover versions on display here. Salgado rips through
Jimmy Cliffs reggae classic 'The Harder They Come', transforming it into
a full-blooded Stax romp to startling effect. He also covers Daryl Halls
'Every time you go away' and although the song has had plenty of exposure
Salgado still manages to breathe new life into the old dog. Also on display
is a ripsnorting version of Freddie King's magnificent 'I'd rather be
blind: Salgado is a mean harp player, his blowing on instrumental 'Lip
whippin' reminiscent of the Fabulous Thunderbirds' Kim Wilson, and he's
a more than competent songwriter. Best of all is 'Hip Hip Baby', a swinging
duet with Lou Ann Barton featuring Jimmy Vaughan on Guitar. Tasty, very
tasty indeed.
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Acoustic
Triangle - Interactions
audio-b SABCD 5012 Reviewed
by RG
The kind of band name and album title that all too often send shivers
down my spine. The haunting shades of salon jazz and the mindless chant
of D-M-P rise darkly in the back of my psyche, only to be banished by
the first notes that issue forth from the speakers. Ravels Trois Poemes
de Stephane Mallarme beautifully and thoughtfully arranged for jazz trio.
An unexpected (you know reviewers never read the instructions) pleasure
indeed, that had me rapidly scanning the other tracks for similar nuggets.
Well, nothing else quite scaled those sublime heights (but then nothing
else stole its melodies from Maurice), and on occasions it dipped dangerously
close to Take Five land, but those occasionally inane meanderings were
the exception to the rule. The rest of the set stayed well this side of
the line in the sand where any self-respecting players auto eject cuts
in. The result is a relaxing, tuneful and at times rather thought provoking
album, which would be worth it for the opening tracks alone. Add in a
decent, natural sounding rather than sonically spectacular recording,
and this one's a grower. Real jazz, available on a hybrid SACD, rather
than some tired re-release or demo disc: That's got to be a first. That
the carefully crafted music actually suits the sonic benefits available
from the format really is the icing on the cake.
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