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The
Rogers Sisters - Purely Evil
Troubleman Unlimited TMU-101 Reviewed
by SD
Bursting with spiky guitars, Purely Evil is an impressive garage-pop debut
from Brooklyn-based trio, the Rogers Sisters. Their sound has a raw edginess
to it, giving this album an almost homemade feel (hardly surprising when
you consider it was recorded in two days). But what Purely Evil lacks
in high production values, it more than compensates for in attitude and
energy. Opening with 'Zero Point', the Rogers Sisters start as they mean
to go on; heavy bass, fast-paced drums and three vocalists with a style
closer to shouting than singing. In other words, post-new wave at its
best. The combination of the different vocal parts is very effective,
particularly when in response to one another such as on 'I Can Tell You
How I Feel About You'. Miyuki Furtado's stuttering vocals are reminiscent
of Mark Mothersbaugh of Devo fame (especially on 'The Money Life'), whilst
Jennifer and Laura Rogers seem to prefer the style of the B-52s. Purely
Evil is a straightforward, energetic effort. Various influences are plain
for anyone to hear (Gang of Four, Devo), and in this sense this album
doesn't offer anything particularly new or different. But since this is
twenty-eight minutes worth of post-new wave goodness, who really cares
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Tori
Amos - Scarlet's Walk
EPIC EPC 508782 2 Reviewed
by RP
Tori Amos is a musician for whom I will always have time. Her talent cannot
be weighed and measured in number ones but the doggedness and passion
with which she has pursued a song writing career speaks for itself. It
was sparked into life following a move to London in the early 1990s where
the liberating, sometimes erotic, often earnest and most deeply held personal
messages in these songs were better received. To my mind the performance
of one song in particular encapsulates the acute pain and inner strength
which permeates all her music: A barely whispered and unaccompanied rendition
of 'Me And A Gun' that cuts you to the bone as it tackles the highly emotive
and devastating topic of her rape by an armed "fan". This is a cathartic
moment of the kind that has informed every groove cut and album mixed
since. There is such candour and startling honesty here. And it is that
level of intensity and an overpowering feeling of integrity which can
be found throughout the eighteen-track CD from 2002, Scarlet's Walk. Her
stroll around America charts spiritual and emotional growth through a
series of intelligent and literate journeys. There is of course a thinly
veiled reference to Gone With The Wind in its title but I think it's safe
to say that Amos (despite her North Carolina roots) is not the sheltered,
haughty and spoilt Southern belle in need of instructions in life. She
is instead a guide rather than the tutor and while it is a minor distinction
the paths she treads and the opinions voiced are made all the more convincing
because of it. For seventy-four minutes we are treated to these beautifully
lyrical visions of that twisted and manipulated nation state - a juxtaposition
that is not lost on the listener. In songs like 'Don't Make Me Come To
Vegas' and 'Amber Waves' she shows us the all-consuming appetite that
exists for sexual exploitation and mistreatment both at the personal level
during relationships with boyfriends, husbands and lovers and through
pornography coldly viewed by strangers. There are the casual religious
asides often coupled to drug references or prostitution in 'Wampum Prayer',
'Virginia' and 'Pancake'. Comparisons between their contrasting yet inescapably
addictive natures are exhaustively explored and condemned. The track sequence
is important too. An exquisite pastoral gem about separation such as 'Your
Cloud' butts up hard against the misogyny and homophobia of 'Pancake'.
Beauty and hatred are accentuated as a consequence. |
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Tori
Amos - Tales of a Librarian
ATLANTIC 7567-93223-2 Reviewed
by RP
This is a seductive and intelligently constructed collection of twenty
tracks spanning her best work from the 1990s - a set that also includes
two new songs and two re-recorded b-sides in the form of 'Angels', 'Snow
Cherries From France', 'Mary' and 'Sweet Dreams'. Yet arguably the most
telling aspect has to be the imaginative way in which this album has been
put together. The title alone has special importance. It gives us a clear
and unambiguous statement about the role Tori Amos sees for herself and
any like-minded artists as they work through the constraints and tensions
of a modern-day environment. Tradition and the Individual Talent (T.S.
Eliot) this is not. Nor is it an unnecessarily bookish and pretentious
compilation. However, her writing and performances go beyond the boundaries
of simple "cherry picked" entertainment. She is not one of those insipid
artists who take the easy road and the easy buck. Her songs are reservoirs
of knowledge and lived experiences that should be drawn upon when needed.
Moreover, she conveys these messages in a manner that avoids arrogance
and didacticism. All the songs (through the liner notes) are prefixed,
summarised, catalogued and cross-indexed against library style classifications.
An act, which sheds even more light on a woman who has bravely put the
substance of career uncertainty, grief and those barely describable tragedies
of her personal life into every word penned and enunciated. Consequently,
'Playboy Mommy' taken from Choirgirl Hotel is categorised under 610 Medicine
and Health and 618 Miscarriage. 'Cornflake Girl' (Under The Pink) falls
into 170 Ethics and 177 Ethics of Social Relations (Betrayal). While 'Way
Down' (Boys For Pele) should be considered in relation to 150 Psychology
and 154 Subconscious and Altered States. And 'Precious Things' (Little
Earthquakes) rests within 920 Collective Biography. Overall these are
essential insights that expand our understanding of these familiar songs.
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Silver
Sun - Silver Sun
Polydor 537 208-2 Reviewed
by MC
If the Beach Boys were alive in 1997, and significantly closer to puberty,
they might just have made Silver Sun. This eponymous debut album from
Silver Sun was a blast of pop that has yet to be rivalled. Silver Sun
mix heavy, fuzzed up guitars with Californian surf harmonies, creating
an instantly impressive wall of sound, and it was their natural talent
for penning simple, perfect pop melodies that stands them so far above
everything since. But this pop gloss was underpinned by sharp witty lyrics
which dredge through the murkier topics of adolescence and modern life.
This dark and cynical take on growing up comes as all the more of a surprise
for the saccharine production, a trick that the Beautiful South have long
played. But whereas the Beautiful South make coffee table music Silver
Sun make candy punk with a bite. This record is tight, fast and filled
with adrenaline, and Silver Sun play on this with the album structure:
its tracks flash seamlessly past with a fast/slow variation that really
works Silver Sun never managed to hit this high again, and the album remains
unequalled. Silver Sun is a masterpiece, every song simply perfect. As
with all the best pop, the attraction of this record is immediate, but
you'll never tire of it. |
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Scissor
Sisters - Scissor Sisters
Polydor 986 605-8 Reviewed
by MC
The Scissor Sisters are much less a band, and much more the sum of their
influences: Pink Floyd, The Bee Gees, Duran Duran, Frankie goes to Hollywood…
the list goes on and on. Essentially this record is a pastiche of music
from three decades. Scissor Sisters must have been sure they were on to
a winner, cherry picking their styles (a little funk here, a dash of electroclash
there and a pinch of country western) but the slightly surprising outcome
is that they end up somewhere between Bowie and Elton John, and closer
to Elton than David at that. Setting about ripping off just about every
modern classic is rarely a wise endeavour and this album should be terrible
but it isn't. Scissor Sisters just about manage to pull it off. This is
due in no small part to their stunning cover of 'Comfortably Numb', sitting
smugly amongst a superb six track opening blast. It also helps that they
keep a thoroughly modern perspective on proceedings throughout, pulling
the whole thing together into a cohesive recording. Sometimes though you
have to honest to yourself, this album can at times seem just too cool.
I don't know if I will still be listening to this album in six months
time, but for now at least, it's damn good fun. If there really, truly,
has to be an eighties revival, then at least let it sound like this.
Supplier: www.diverserecords.com Tel: 01633 263526 |
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Mary
Coughlan - Long Honeymoon
Evangeline Recorded Works Ltd GEL 4014 Reviewed
by RP
Whilst we have in the past come to expect dark
almost morose albums from this sorrowful Irish
diva, Long Honeymoon proves to be something of
a departure. The familiar heart rendering themes
give way to a mischievous, amusing and languidly
paced set that is beautifully played and sung in an
open and attractive jazz and blues style. The songs
are an intriguing selection that includes material
like Gershwin's 'I Don't Want To Play In Your Yard'
and the Richard Rogers penned 'It Never Entered
My Mind'. There are also cleverly arranged and
worked versions of a Tom Waits 'Lucky Day' and
the Elvis Costello title track. But the improvised
approach to Lee Hazelwood's 'These Boots Are
Made For Walking' seems a little mannered.
Sometimes, though, there is also a feeling that
Coughlan is straining too hard to win us over. An
example would be her rather lack lustre
performance of Bruce Cockburn's 'Blues Got The
World'. She's straining at the leash, gets a bit
ragged and is clearly uncomfortable with this
raucous and lively paced music. It certainly needs
a more powerful and focused voice to back it up. |
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The
Cribs - The Cribs
Wichita Recordings Webb 058CD Reviewed
by MC
The Cribs sound frighteningly similar to a sixth form band, and their
debut album sounds frighteningly like a homemade demo, and yet, somehow,
I remain strangely drawn to it. But then, recorded at Toerag Studios,
you expect the album to be a bit shabby. This though is something else
again: this album sounds genuinely rubbish. So, why then, would you spend
your hard earned cash on The Cribs? Well, because you might just like
it.
Scattered throughout the album are a handful of bite-size singles. These
tracks are satisfyingly reminiscent of the Strokes at their most chaotic,
with the slightly off beat, deadened guitar lines. But The Cribs bring
a certain home-grown naivety and freshness to this that the Strokes have
since lost, and is now seldom found outside the school disco.
Avoiding basic filler tracks, the remainder of the album displays a greater
degree of experimentation and freedom that most records, with all the
roughness that entails. The Cribs are no White Stripes, but they share
the confidence that allows them to keep their music loose and fluid, with
plenty of opportunity to grow.
This record is sparse, rough and simple. It is, perhaps, not the best
album ever made, but it remains worth a try. Whilst it lacks a final coat
of polish, if you are looking for a good raw recording then look no further.
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Kelly
Willis - What I Deserve
Rykodisc rcd 10458 Reviewed
by RP
Kelly Willis (pre-makeover) is still soft on the gaze and gentle to the
ear on an album where that distinctive whoop and twang heard in these
thirteen slow burning country numbers is more prominent than it was for
her more recent
outings. Tracks such as ‘Talk Like That’ are a welcome contrast
to all those images where she makes a heart beat faster and faster with
tales of loves bad, happy or sad of which she sings so well. Its charming
country waltz tempo mimics the meandering Oklahoma drawl of a companion
who has pricked half-forgotten thoughts of home and a distant past, memories
that have lain dormant through restless years on the road. This also serves
as a resonant metaphor for those musical journeys in a career that has
lead her to the recording studios of Austin, Texas for this CD released
back in 1999. The instrumental fabric throughout this disc with its guitars,
piano and Hammond B-3 (as
well as some lively Amy Noelle Farris bow work and finger plucking of
fiddle and mandolin) gives these thread bare themes a suitably modern
dress code in a smartly engineered and well-balanced Dave McNair production.
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Kevin
Montgomery - 2.30am
Syren Records 65902102302 Reviewed
by AH
With his father Bob a member of Buddy Holly’s pre-Crickets band
and his mother Carol a talented backing singer (she sang the high parts
on Elvis Presley’s ‘Suspicious Minds’), it was inevitable
that Kevin Montgomery would find his way into the music business. Although
he records independently these days, Montgomery began his career on major
label A&M, where he released the critically acclaimed Fear Nothing.
Many years on the road have honed his storytelling style of songwriting
which can be likened to Bruce Springsteen and Rodney Crowell. 2.30am contains
12 beautifully constructed Montgomery originals and one cover, a storming
version of Springsteen’s ‘No Surrender’, delivered slow
and sexy and all the better for it.
Montgomery doesn’t rock as hard as Springsteen, he prefers a more
mid-paced approach, a style more suited to his controlled, slightly grainy
voice. That voice hits the heart hard though, especially when he wraps
it around evocative ballads such as ‘I Can’t Drive You From
My Mind’ and album tour-de-force ‘Fear Nothing’. If
this song, with its simple "Yeah, you are something/Fear Nothing"
chorus doesn’t tug your heartstrings I suggest you get down the
doctors and ask him to check your pulse. 2.30am has got it all and if
Montgomery keeps up this level of quality Springsteen will be in real
danger of losing his crown.
Supplier: www.hotrecords.uk.com |
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Jewel
- 0304
Atlantic 7567 93209-2 Reviewed
by RP
The Alaskan-born actress, poet and singersongwriter, Jewel Kilcher, has
boldly stated that this album is a modern take on swinging lyrically driven
big band music much in the tradition of Cole Porter! Well, I doubt whether
any of the fifteen songs here will ever achieve the enduring resonance,
wit or sophistication of ‘Night And Day’ perhaps because Jewel’s
lyrics are written for a far more knowing audience in far less genteel
times.
They are, however, rhythmically and instrumentally set down in a catchy
dance style fashion. It is just too ambitious to expect explicit lines
like "The Mayor has no cash. He said he spent it on hookers and hash"
(‘Stand’) or "I will mesmerise with milky thighs and
languid eyes" (‘Leave The Lights On’) to woo you with
their innocence and charm. Jewel does though have an intelligent and evocative
way with words. Usually these are reserved for the love songs but in ‘Haunted’,
an unsettling song that is taken from the stalker’s perspective,
she strikes at the heart of it with "I will come to you in the still
of the night and I will crush you with the burden of sight". An enigmatic
album that hints at but never quite attains its goals.
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Richie
Havens - Live At The Cellar Door
Five Star FS1001CD Reviewed
by AH
Richie Havens burst to prominence back in the 1960’s, firstly in
Greenwich Village as part of the protest folk explosion and then in 1969
at Woodstock, where his gentle songs of peace, love and understanding
found their natural home and spoke to a generation.
He’s still recording today, as well as running an organisation he
helped found called The Natural Guard, a group who teach young people
about ecological and environmental issues.
Live At The Cellar Door is an amalgam of two shows Havens recorded back
in the early Seventies. The first eight tracks are from The Cellar Door
in Washington D.C. and the last four are taken from a Santa Monica show
two-years later.
The band is stripped back and simple; Havens and Paul Williams on guitar,
Eric Oxendine on Bass and Joe Price on percussion. This arrangement gives
the performances an intimate fell and creates the perfect backdrop for
Havens’ highly distinctive voice. His rendition of George Harrison’s
‘Here Comes The Sun’ is mighty fine, as is the cover of
Fred Neil’s immortal classic ‘Dolphins’, Although the
definitive version remains Tim Buckley’s The D.C. shows are the
better recordings; the Santa Monica ones are a little flat and uninspiring.
As a historical document though, it’s well worth owning.
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The
Delays - Faded Seaside Glamour
Rough Trade rtraddvcd114 Reviewed
by MC
The Delays follow a long line of guitar bands trying desperately to sell
albums based on light pop ballads. Whilst a few of these bands succeed
and re-sculpt the charts, most disappear without trace after the second
album. For the handful of great bands you can name, there are scores that
you might dimly remember hearing about. The question
is, to which category do The Delays belong?
Faded Seaside Glamour opens with an impossibly good three-track set piece,
with two singles standing proudly after an ethereal opening track. If
this record could maintain the beauty and power of these tracks, it would
undoubtedly stand amongst my top ten albums ever. Unfortunately this album
is clogged with filler. It’s not a bad
album, not by a long way, but they just don’t hold the pace. It’s
hard to see where they go wrong, as there are a few good tracks embedded
in the second half of the album, but somehow it just fails to thrill.
That’s not to say you should pass this record by, quite the opposite.
It’ll sound great in the sun, and I’m sure it will grow with
familiarity, but it’s not quite there just yet. Buy this album for
four or five songs, and make generous use of the skip button, and you’ll
still consider it worth the money.
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Charlie
Musselwhite - Sanctuary
Real World CDRW117 Reviewed
by AH
Charlie Musselwhite is the greatest living exponent of the blues harmonica.
He has won countless W.C. Handy Awards in a career spanning 30 years and
has recorded with some of the all-time greats, as well as racking up an
impressive collection of solo recordings, Sanctuary being his latest,
and possibly greatest, release.
Everything on this album, from the choice of musicians and the songs to
the singing and the playing, reeks of class. It was a stroke of genius
on Charlie’s part to bring in legendary Texan guitarist Charlie
Sexton for these sessions. Sexton is one of the world’s greatest
players and a fine artist in his own right. If you can find it check out
his marvellous solo album Under The Wishing Tree, a bona-fide classic
he cut in 1995.
Sanctuary’s approach reminds me so much of that album; it’s
moody and dark in places but it also possesses a strange ethereal quality,
thanks in no small part to Sexton’s mastery of his instrument and
Musselwhite’s eerie vocals. Musselwhite’s harmonica is not
to the fore, it just blends in and adds to the atmosphere in a beautiful,
otherworldly way. Don’t listen to any one track, play ‘Sanctuary’
from start to finish and marvel at its wonder. Buy it if you love the
blues, buy it if you don’t – its appeal is universal.
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Carrie
Newcomer - The Gathering of Spirits
Philo PHCD 1243 Reviewed
by RP
Newcomer is a consummate professional and veteran performer who has with
The Gathering Of Spirits (her ninth album to date) given us a CD that
transcends the routine topicality and unfounded optimism of the folk idiom.
Bold and determined, she takes worthy concerns about social justice and
those indelible experiences gleaned in a Quaker upbringing and then nourishes
your mind through a brand of contemplative lyricism which immediately
engages you on a philosophical common ground. Half the battle is won by
Carrie’s expressive voice. None of that trapped nerve, tie-dyed
trilling here.
These richly textured vocals are brimming over with power, volume and
projection. It impregnates her songs about personal suffering like ‘I’m
Still Standing’ and those wider upheavals of the World heard on
‘Little Earthquakes’ with an intensity and defiance that reverberates
from one verse to the next. Don’t be fooled by those vulnerable
looks either. There is a steeliness and well-practised art behind those
eyes, one that seamlessly traverses material as varied as a reflective
bluegrass ‘Silver’ or plaintive ‘I Heard An Owl’.
Her versatility extends beyond these sub-genres to permeate the superbly
crafted arrangements for acoustic and electric guitars, bass, dobro, cello,
accordian, piano and banjo that lie beneath those strongly sung yet remarkably
supple lines.
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Dave
Kelly - Resting My Bones
Hypertension 1209HYP Reviewed
by AH
Dave Kelly is a veteran of the UK blues scene and when he’s not
fronting his own band he can be found rockin’ it up with Paul Jones
and Co. in The Blues Band. Resting My Bones is a collection of originals
and well chosen covers recorded over a four-year period and the musicians
used here form the nucleus of Kelly’s touring band, which includes
original Dire Straits drummer Pick Withers.
The five original tracks cover country blues (‘Life After Love’),
down home country shuffles (‘Velocity Of Love’) and swinging
slide boogie (‘Longing For You Baby’) and feature Kelly’s
superb mastery of the electric guitar and dobro. He’s a fine singer
too, with a warm and easy going style that compliments the choice of songs.
The best of the covers is Steve Earle’s ‘My Old Friend The
Blues’, a beautiful song respectfully handled by Kelly with some
divine slide playing enchancing the song’s message of loneliness
and despair. There are also excellent versions of ackson
Browne’s ‘World In Motion’, Tim Hardin’s ‘If
I Were A Carpenter’ and a lovely country tune called ‘City
Of New Orleans’ which features mournful violin work from Steve Simpson
and more of Kelly’s delicate slide work.
Resting My Bones consistently delights and will appeal to anyone who’s
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Black
Nielson - The Seahorse Boe
Truck Records TRUCK 013 Reviewed
by SD
You have to give credit to Truck Records, a hardworking, independent label
with the ability to produce great albums on a small budget. After all,
how many other record companies would donate the profits from their annual
festival to Amnesty International! Trouble is it does rather eat into
the promotional budget, limiting exposure of gems like this. Building
upon the evident potential of their debut album (Still Life Hear Me),
Southampton based Black Nielson have crafted a sophisticated and sometimes
haunting follow-up. ‘Some Nights Villains’ and ‘Your
Faint Heart and Guardian’ (complete with a generous sprinkling of
flutes and trumpets), are particularly lovely tracks. However, this is
not to imply that Black Nielson are in short supply of upbeat, lo-fi moments.
You only have to listen to ‘Tteezzer’ with its chaotic guitars
to realise that.
Singer Mike Gale has a unique voice that sounds even better this time
round, with more adventurous backing. The female vocal part on ‘Life
Is Different For You’ is especially effective when coupled with
the pedal steel. Listening to such songs, it isn’t hard to see why
the band has invited comparisons with the likes of Grandaddy and Sparklehorse.
The Seahorse Boe appropriately closes with the beautiful ‘Conflict
K’, building to a crescendo of violins and guitars. Black Nielson
have created something special here; let’s just hope people get
a chance to listen to it.
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Carlos
Guitarlos - Straight From The Heart
Nomad Records NRCD-001 Reviewed
by RP
Carlos Guitarlos, aka Carlos Ayala, is an L.A. legend. Two decades ago
he played in the famous bar band Top Jimmy and the Rhythm Pigs who were
a frightening collision of big personalities and a blues-punk genre. They
lived hard and fast, womanising, drug taking and drinking beer by the
bucket load. Before overcoming all that substance abuse Carlos had descended
into the streets of San Francisco’s Mission District busking simply
to survive. Now he’s clean again and laying down a varied and wonderfully
versatile mixture of chords that are informed by his deeply confessional
style.
And oh boy! does he have plenty to say on the subject of living a life
to excess on tracks like ‘When The Pain stops Killing Me’,
‘Women & Whiskey’ and ‘The Sea Of All My Troubles’.
Those self-destructive years have left him diabetic and suffering a serious
heart condition, yet there’s nothing frail about the spirited duelling
as guitar licks are traded with his fellow musicians. That infectious
zydeco rhythm on an opening ‘Damn Atchafalaya’ confirms it.
The body may be pretty beat up, but that voice although ravaged by all
these experiences has a reassuring, no make that a commanding presence
as lyrics are delivered with authority and soul. It’s an amazingly
expressive seventeen-track set that was recorded and mixed in just one
unbelievable day.
Supplier: www.hotrecords.uk.com |
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Amy
Fradon - Small Time News
Leo Rising Records Reviewed
by AH
These days female singer/songwriters pour out of the woodwork with alarming
regularity. A fair few are pretty average, some are pretty good and some
are plain bloody marvellous (check out Jann Arden, Beth Hart and Trish
Murphy for examples of the latter.)
Amy Fradon’s not a new kid on the block. She released six albums
when she was working as a duo with Leslie Ritter, and Small Town News
follows hard on the heels of her debut solo album Passion Angel, released
to much critical acclaim in 1999. On the strength of Small Town News it’s
quite easy to see why the press have been championing her cause. What
we have here is an album of mainly self-penned tunes covering a wide variety
of musical bases; country, blues, folk, (contemporary not traditional)
and breezy jazz are all present in the mix, and she nails every style
down with a voice of crystalline purity. The backing is mainly acoustic
and all the musicians play their part beautifully.
It’s hard to pick a favourite track because each song oozes its
own peculiar charm, but special mention has to go to ‘Silver Wings’,
a touching tribute to the band’s Rick Danko.
Small Town News is a fine album and should go a long way towards introducing
this talented artist to a much wider audience
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Animals
That Swim - Happiness From A Distant Star
Snowstorm Storm 010 LP Reviewed
by RP
If Hank Starrs’ band released albums more frequently then they could
rightly be described as perennial under achievers. However there’s
been a five-year hiatus between Happiness From A Distant Star and the
unfashionable I Was The King. Throughout the 1990s they simply ploughed
their own furrow ignoring the advance of the New Wave and Britpop to play
mellow acoustic and electric guitar-based rock music that is punctuated
by keyboards, Derek Crabtree’s trumpet and the rich baritone voice
from Starr.
Evocative lyrics and wry observations pinpoint the many tiny often quite
insignificant moments that fill a lifetime. Yes, birth, falling in love
and death feature but it’s the dancing naked on the lawn (‘Seven
days’) or the half-remembered smell of perfume (‘Homunculus’)
which fills in those gaps between the bigger events. This is of course
a semi-autobiographical song about an unfulfilled and frustrated individual
but Starr and co-writer,
Barker both understand that a joyless existence is a waste of a life.
The opening track, ‘All Your Stars Are Out’, is in some ways
reminiscent of Lloyd Cole and the Commotions but Animals That Swim are
far less literate or melancholic beasts. A diverting and attractively
framed album nonetheless.
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Alvin
Lee - In Tennessee
Repertoire: Repuk 1029 Reviewed
by AH
This Album represents something of a dream come true for Alvin Lee, the
charismatic front man and lead guitarist of legendary British blues rockers
Ten Years After. As a 14 year old Lee was inspired to learn guitar when
he heard Scotty Moore’s playing on those early Elvis Presley recordings,
so when he got the chance to record with his hero
he wasted no time in catching a plane to Nashville. The album was cut
at Scotty’s private studios with original Presley drummer D.J. Fontana,
double bassist Pete Pritchard, pianist Willie Rainsford and Organist Tim
Hinckley
providing Stellar back up. Not surprisingly the album has the feel of
those early rock n’ roll records and it’s clear that Alvin
and the lads are having a major ball. Lee’s guitar playing certainly
seems to have been given a new lease of life. It swings with a passion
and a fire that’s been missing in some of his more recent outings.
The eleven tracks were recorded in only two-days in the studio and the
lack of sonic tinkering really pays off. "Those guys put everything
into the feel of the music" Lee explains in the liner notes, "Being
flashy or virtuoso does not come into it.
Just get the feel and keep it in the pocket". Just for good measure
the band finish with a rollicking version of Ten Years After anthem ‘I’m
Goin’ Home’… Presley style. Fun with a capital ‘F’.
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Lizzie
West - Holy Road
Warner Bros 9362484172 Reviewed
by AH
I bought this album when it came out in 2003 and remember the immediate
impact its catchy songs had on me. It was in the summertime and all I
could think of as I listened was how wonderful any of the thirteen slices
of perfect pop would sound pumping out of the radio.
You see, Holy Road is one of those very rare beasts indeed; an album with
the ability to appeal to the more chart-minded amongst us but at the same
time containing more than enough mystery and intelligence (lyrically and
musically) to appeal to the more discerning listener. Lizzie wrote all
of the 13 songs on Holy Road, songs that show a remarkable maturity for
someone who didn’t even pick a guitar up until she was in her 20’s.
With her wonderful band The Gangs Of Kosmos providing sterling support
and her Natalie Merchant inflected vocals wrapping themselves hypnotically
around the insanely catchy rhythms and melodies, West has created the
winning formula – a modern masterpiece for the masses. If I was
a marketing man for Warners I’d be straight down to the broadcasting
stations with promos of the album, insisting they play it on rotation.
Summer’s almost here and the timing’s perfect. Time to get
focussed Warners; you’ve got a bona-fide classic in your hands –
get your arses in gear and make Lizzie West a superstar.
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