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Diary of a Mod Housewife (Koch)
My Long-Haired Life (Sugar Hill)
Two survivors of the mid-Eighties jangle boom (Bongos, dBs, Let's Active, Yo
La Tengo, Shams, etc....) raise a defiant glass to passing youth. Ex-Sham Amy
Rigby plants a patent-leather bootprint right in the ass of aging with Mod
Housewife. From "Time for Me to Come Down," her vow to commit to love,
Rigby flaunts exhilarating resolve. "20 Questions" could be the prequel to
Nancy Sinatra's get-yer-shit-together anthem, "Jackson," and "We're Stronger
Than That" is such a brilliant tip o' the brim to the VU's "Afterhours" that
one might mistake the guitar for the clink of flask to shotglass. Similarly,
surprises come from Marti Jones' reflective My Long-Haired Life. Jones'
soulful tones earned her reputation as today's Dusty Springfield, with whom she
shares superb instinct for choosing covers (i.e., Joni Mitchell's "Songs to
Aging Children"). The real surprise, however, is that Jones shines brightest
when pouring over her own songs penned with longtime cohort Don Dixon. The
literal take of Squeeze's "Black Coffee in Bed" is pleasant, but what's the
point, when she can compose new classics like "Silent Partner"? Her other
stand-out "It's Not What I Want" seems to sum it up: Marti, what do you want?
Find out. We'll be waiting for you.
(Diary of a Mod Housewife) HHH
(My Long-Haired Life) HH 1/2 -- Kate X Messer
Bandit Queen (Milan)
Night Song (Real World)
During the 14th century, Europe was in the Dark Ages. By contrast, the Muslim
world was burgeoning, due partly to Qawwali, music of the mystical sect
of Islam -- the Sufis. Qawwali contains sophisticated ragas combined
with jubilant spontaneity; its repetitive yet lyrical force can -- like
Southern Gospel music -- send listeners into trance. Members of Nusrat Fateh
Ali Khan's family have been Qawwali singers for over 600 hundred years,
and he's considered to be Qawwali's greatest living exponent. So why is this
pious Pakistani Pavarotti on every music critic's short list of world
musicians? One reason: His music transcends all boundaries of language and
religion. Another reason: Most music critics would rather jump on the bandwagon
du jour than comment uniquely on an uncovered subject. Taking nothing
away from Nusrat, there are many more great folk musicians from around the
world that you won't hear sing with Eddie Vedder. Don't settle for the typical
tripe on heavy rotation or what music critics say -- explore the musical world
for yourself. Oh yeah, both of these Nusrat albums rock. For the uninitiated, I
recommend Night Song and for those lovers of soundtrack subtlety check
Bandit Queen.
(Bandit Queen) HHH
(Night Song) HHHH -- David Lynch
Nine Objects of Desire (A&M)
Churning tempests locked inside Suzanne Vega have exploded into an erotic
hurricane. Since her emergence from New York's beret-and-turtleneck set with
"Luka," through flirtations with techno (1992's 99.9deg.F), Vega's
maintained a calm before the storm. No more. Nine Objects of Desire
offers 12 gifts of passion, blood, and wonder. An atmospheric master, Vega
outdoes herself with this virtual Garden of Eden, which ends not in shameful
banishment but enlightened respect for human lust. Try to find as boldly
sensual a testimonial of childbirth as "Birth-day (love made real)," ripe with
cleansing breaths, clenched thighs, and focused contractions. From there,
Nine Objects... plants clues as to the origin of Vega's sensual
inspiration: Lifting from Santana so directly, as she does on "Lolita," takes a
lot of guts (or devotion) -- same for those Astrud Gilberto lilts, Martin Denny
jungle sounds, and Michel Legrand breaks into happy-feeted abandon... She even
recreates "Norwegian Wood" ("Stockings") without even knowing it. These
triggers aren't for your benefit. They are essential bookmarks in Vega's erotic
awakening. Hellllloooooo, Suzanne!
HHHH -- Kate X Messer
Deux Voyages (Rounder)
La Vie Marron (The Runaway Life) (Green Linnet)
Both of these bands were founded out of a desire to preserve Cajun and Creole
traditions, yet they couldn't be farther apart in their approaches. Balfa
Toujours ("Balfa forever") is the creation of Christine Balfa, daughter of the
great Dewey Balfa. As the name implies, they're committed to carrying on the
Balfa Brothers' legacy faithfully, although perhaps a bit too faithfully.
They're masterfully adept at delivering the same standards as Christine's
ancestors and covers of the late, legendary Creole fiddler Canray Fontenot, as
well as tradition-minded originals. Unfortunately, it may be at the expense of
their own voice -- really, there's nothing to distinguish them from the many
traditionalist bands out there. Then again, being "just another band" from
talent-loaded Southwest Louisiana still makes one pretty damn good. Filé
also has Canray Fontenot connections, as well as Austin ones. Remember D'Jalma
Garnier's Monday night shows at the Continental about five or six years ago,
with all the free red beans and rice you could eat? Well, Garnier went off to
study with Fontenot and learned his lessons well, now expertly reproducing that
rustic, sawing style for Filé. Unlike Balfa Toujours, however,
Filé takes chances, mixing their own Fontenot covers with other styles
of Louisiana, throwing in hot, boogie-woogie piano, blues, and R&B that
retains its rootsiness without sacrificing personality. Best of all, they
adeptly blend the styles, rather than awkwardly shifting from one to the other;
they could almost be Acadiana's version of the Iguanas.
(Deux Voyages) HHH
(La Vie Marron) HHH1/2 -- Lee Nichols
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A Few Small Repairs (Columbia)
Using superlatives is like crying wolf. You can't do it too many times before
your credibility factor vanishes. Inherent risks be damned. Here goes: A Few
Small Repairs is the best record released this year. This one nails the
routine flawlessly and sticks the dismount without a hop (maybe just a slight
equilibrium adjustment with the arms). On the first listen, Repairs is
enjoyable --like looking at a pretty landscape painting. There's a scenic
musical backdrop further decorated with Colvin's airy and sometimes frail but
colorful voice. It's passive. It's aesthetically pleasing. But keep listening
further and you see this wide variety of emotional characters who are typically
passionate, but usually understated so as not to crush you with excess weight.
Then you realize you're not looking at a flat, static picture at all, but
actually reading a fantastic book into which you are now inextricably drawn. If
the tumultuous domestic affairs (specifically her divorce) and any related
suffering Colvin may have endured recently were indeed the inspiration for the
material here, then, from a listener's standpoint, it was worth it. If not,
then let's hope whatever creative streak spawned A Few Small Repairs
continues indefinitely.
HHHH 1/2 -- Michael Bertin
The Doctor Came at Dawn (Drag City)
Obviously fueled by a falling-out with the old lady, Bill Callahan has finally
found the right cruise line for the vacation of his dreamy and subtle talents.
From Julius Caesar to Wild Love, Callahan sometimes barked up the
wrong trees in searching for a nice niche for himself, yet with The Doctor
Came at Dawn, the lonely boy plants himself in a stripped-down,
Palace-esque sort of vacation which still only hints at the potential breadth
of his unmistakable charm. Callahan plays all the instruments here, including
the unlikeliest of ukuleles, fiddles, mandolins, saxophones, flutes, and drums
"in the spirit." This rather interesting style truly brings Callahan out from
the comfy confines of his lush, over-produced orchestrations of recent years
and four-track couch fuzz of less-recent years. "You Moved In," "Lize," (with a
guest vocal by Cynthia Dall of Untitled) and "All Your Woman Things" stand out
as morose and tender pieces of work that probably hurt us more than they do
him.
HHH 1/2 -- Taylor Holland
illadelph halflife (DGC/Geffen)
At first, it appears the Roots have taken a step back on illadelph
halflife, stripping down their static live instrumentation to a fairly
basic drum/bass/piano loop. So although ?uestlove's drums are still
unmistakably organic, the improvisational "jams" and old-school head-cuttin'
that made the Roots contenders as hip-hop's Grateful Dead have been noticeably
reigned in. And yet, stylistically, from the mock-opera of "Concerto of the
Desperado" to the superfunk of "Clones," there's also at least a half-dozen
dramatically conceptual steps forward on this tightly packed 20-track set. If
1995's Do You Want More?!?!??!? was creation, illadelph halflife
is evolution. Notably, frontman Black Thought has found a voice -- now
poetically locking into grooves rather than simply riding out rhymes. And while
Tony!Toni!Tone!'s Raphael Saadiq, the Pharcyde's Slim Kid 3, and Q-Tip all put
in credible cameos, it's perhaps D'Angelo ("The Hypnotic") and jazz diva
Cassandra Wilson ("One Shine") that come off as the truest additions to the
Roots collective. Guests aside, the Roots hold their own, rarely repeating
themselves in a full 78 minutes, and even less frequently repeating what
hip-hop itself has offered so far. illadelph halflife firmly establishes
that these Roots do indeed run deep.
HHH 1/2 -- Andy Langer
From the Muddy Banks of the Wishka (DGC)
Say what you will about grave-robbing and posthumous exploitation, but Nirvana
did start life as a live band before unleashing some great records that
had the unfortunate side-effect of unleashing a million bad flannel rock
pretenders. Hence, documentation was necessary, and one slab where Nirvana
decided to go against their normally hi-amp grain before a small audience and a
few select TV cameras wasn't gonna cut it. Muddy Banks presents a
remarkably consistent portrait of Nirvana's in-concert potency for a record
compiled from so many varying sources (TV and radio broadcasts, mobile
multi-track recordings, soundboard tapes), and from so many points along their
timeline; from a pair of Chad Channing-era tracks cut in London through to the
full-blooded roar of their final days with Pat (the Germs) Smear thickening the
guitar signals. The material both surprises and doesn't, meaning that yes, you
get "Teen Spirit," but you have to wade through a highly-charged "Aneurysm"
before getting there. All in all, a cool, clean, classy affair, and solid proof
that the legend wasn't overblown, that Nirvana was a great rock & roll
band.
HHH 1/2 -- Tim Stegall
Ride the Fader (Matador)
On their second full-length, New York's Chavez come out a few notches sleeker
and softer, with an album that delivers equal amounts of lo-fi melody, hi-fi
atmosphere, and all-around arty crunch -- the guitars imploding inwards just as
often as they sparks outwards. Ride the Fader alchemizes the band's
sharp-cornered, rough-edged sound with equal doses of tense sonic constructions
and easygoing pop sweets (in some cases Sugar-sweet, with moments that recall
Bob Mould's penchant for dramatic melodies and multi-layered noise crystals).
By the time track 12, "You Must Be Stopped," rolls around, Chavez have managed
to roll together the Beach Boys, Branca, and My Bloody Valentine into one
distinctive disc. (Chavez play Emo's November 12.)
HHH -- Jason Cohen
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