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Barry Francos / FFanzeen, 2023
Updated from Jersey Beat, 2005
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Music Reviews from 2005
Some of this was first
published in a slightly different form in my column for Jersey Beat fanzine (digital version) in 2005, which
is no longer available, and is now alphabetized by first letter/first name,. I
have updated it and added new text. This is in a different format than my usual
blog reviews. Titles are in italics and songs are in quotes. Please note that
as some of these bands are no longer in existence, the same can be said about a
number of their contact information.
Alexander Hacke
– Sanctuary (www.koolarrow.com).
Hacke is also a member of noise-makers Einsturzende Neubauten, probably one of
the leaders of the experimental and industrial sound genre. For me, well, this
was nearly an hour wasted in my life. While I don’t think that music
necessarily needs to follow a formula, I do believe that to keep my interest,
it needs to be more plug and play than programmed. With rare exceptions (e.g.,
Suicide), programmed music has its place, but not in my library. For example,
on “Sister,” there are noises over an instructional tape of how to avoid being
raped. Hacke’s specialty is to take assorted snippets of recordings, and then
have them “filtered, distorted, processed, and re-assembled.” At least two of
these cuts are over 10 minutes. What hath Sgt. Pepper wrought?
The Analouges, out of Brooklyn, are a duo consisting of ex-Broadway
child star Lydia Doran, and guitarist Jim Saxa. While their self-produced and
self-titled CD (www.theanalogues.com) is
short, consisting of only 4 songs, it’s a pretty nifty collection. And while
their cover of Zeppelin’s “Going to California” is what may stand out for some,
it’s the beauty of Doran’s voice and sound produced by Saxa’s custom 7-string
and baritone guitars that attracts me. Despite the guitar, their material is the
sort of stuff you would almost expect to hear with Doran splayed across a piano
in a smoky bar with her chanteuseness in full blossom.
For And This Army, I
wanted to make a brief comment on their 4-song eponymous EP (www.andthisarmy.com),
which they were giving out at a gig. Really masterful playing: they are to punk
what prog was to rock, pushing the limits of a definition into a fine form
(unlike prog). Each song is solid, with “The Ghost of Johnny’s Pizza” and the
very long “Space Elevator” standing out. Good live band, as well.
With just a guitar
(herself) and drums (Ryan Heise) backing up her vocals, Andi Camp shines
on her new release, Magnetic (Grafton Records, c/o www.yarrrpr.com). Her voice is a bit
rough, but it maintains its power and its vocal equivalent of bedroom eyes. With
lyrics that are biting and well written, one cannot put her into a cage of
style. She is way too jagged and raved to be considered singer/songwriter, but
she is also too soft to be considered rocked. Falling somewhere in-between is
actually perfect for her because she is bigger than one brand. Her songs are
chock full of longing, yearning, and subtlety. The last cut, “Moonshiner,” is
with a full band, and vocals that are shared with Anderson Rice. Although it is
different than anything else on the CD (i.e., country; so far away from her
previous pop band, Ribbon Fix), it also shows that she can handle the full
instrumentation. Very clever CD package (her own design), that could easily win
artistic awards, hand numbered by Camp (mine is 354).
Even better than his last
release is Cutting Room Rug (www.wampus.com)
by The Arms of Kismet. Mark Doyon continues
his quest for a great song, and his hard work is all the more enjoyable for the
listener. Less congested sounding than the last time and yet still maintaining
a high sense of quality, Doyon’s songs are melodic without being sappy, pointed
without being bitter, and first-person without being egocentric. Again covering
many styles, he still stays true to his vision. Remarkable.
When one is a reviewer,
many times the way one first hears an artist is when they have the chance to
review them. That is what happened with Carrie
Newcomer when I wrote about her last CD, Betty’s Diner, which
was her ninth release. This new one, Regulars and Refugees (www.rounder.com), picks up where the last
one left off at the diner, and looks at its patrons, viewing their lives in
first and second person. Carrie’s voice is full and powerful. Just a skilled
piece of work, whether looking at it as individual pieces or as a collection. The
songs have a leaning toward a country lilt, but are certainly not C&W
(crossover?), just slice of life examinations that are fascinating. In the
booklet, there are short stories about the denizens of the diner, and their
life situations that serve as back stories to the songs. Carrie’s voice is deep
and mature, and full of emotion. Fave cuts include “I Fly,” and “Five Years
On.”
Chris Pureka has a very distinctive style, with a unique voice
that is deep with a sharp vibrato. She revels in it on her Driving North
(www.madmissionmusic.com). Hailing
out of Massachusetts’s Valley community, she is pure fire and she strips her
songs to the basic emotions. The songs are stark in their portrayal of a
relationship on the road to ruin, and Chris’s voice is somber and direct. Her
guitar playing is stern and unswerving, with each note echoing the high emotion
the song relates. It will grab your attention.
Devendra Banhart is stylistically hard to pin down. While the obvious
bin of choice is singer/songwriter or folk, that’s a bit too narrow. His voice
has a glam warble (think Bolan), and the songs on this CD, Cripple Crow
(www.xlrecordings.com),
have very different influences. Yes, there is s/s style and folk, but there is
a wide range of levels of instrumentation, from spare to full-out, and there is
more than a share of pop and a smattering of blues/R&B, all without going
outside his range, which is nice. There are even some Spanish songs (his
background is Latin American), though he associates himself with First Nations
culture (with some Asian Indian mixed in). This guy is highly prolific, with
four full releases since 2002. That is of the heart of the problem, though. While
he writes a lot, it does not mean all these songs need to be recorded. This
collection, for example, could definitely use some editing of its 74 minutes
length. A perfect case in point is “Chinese Children,” based on a basic I-IV-V
progression, but does not really say anything or present anything new. In other
words, it is not really a good song. While much of the CD is fine, it needs to
be thinned, as it has much too much filler.
Heaven
& Earth, Featuring Stuart Smith (www.blackstarrecords.com),
is solid ‘80s style hair band rock with a strong blues background. Just look at
some of the personnel on this 72 minute opus, which includes Richie Sambora
(Bon Jovi) and Steve Priest (Sweet; d. 2020), and other members of Deep Purple,
Toto, Rainbow, and Heart. For some, this is for the early ‘80s what disco was
for the ‘70s, and for others, it was sheer heaven and earth. For me, it was,
well, there. At the time I was listening to a lot of punk, post-garage, and
roots stuff, so metal was not part of my lexicon. I mean, I fell asleep at a
Led Zeppelin concert (late ‘70s). That being said, this is much better than I
expected it to be, honestly, and I am sure part of that is twofold: first, the
vocals are shared song-by-song by varied artists, so it never gets sound-alike.
Second, the screechy vocal quotient is kept at a minimum, which is my biggest
point of contention of this style. There is a lot of imagination here, as even
within its genre it stretched out to embrace Bach’s Concerto, Steeleye Span
type material, and just plain classic rock with silliness, like “(I Hate You So
Much) It Must Be Love.” One constant through the whole CD is Stuart Smith’s
blazing guitar, who fires up a storm.
The surviving half of The
Kendalls, a daughter/father duo, Jeannie Kendall
strikes out on her own with All The Girls I Am (Golden, c/o CbuJ Entertainment, 3730 Vulcan
Drive, Nashville, TN 37211). She uses the opportunity to break out a bit,
covering country, yes, but also adult contemporary pop and some folk based
tunes (the title cut, one of the best here). Jeannie’s voice has a bit of a
Dolly P. lilt, but she definitely has her own voice, which fits the material. Her
choice of songs covers various life stories. Not a songwriter herself, she has
picked a number of pieces that accentuate her voice and style(s), including two
by pop mistress supreme Harriet Shock, a superb songwriter and singer in her
own right.
RealPlayer lists Jules Ellison as “general jazz.” I think her
material on Love is a Very Good Thing (www.julesellison.com) would be more
correctly labeled “adult contemporary.” A better way to look at it is comparing
her very sweet vocals to one of the songs she covers here, John Lennon’s “Love.”
That’s the type of material she covers, sort of ballady, bluesy stuff. About
half the songs are hers, and half are covers, but she does each one in her own
style, with a soft voice that has a tone of hidden power. This CD never drags
as with some AC singers, but rather it has an aerie quality while not being
flighty. Am I making sense? Well, one listen will explain it all, and it is
worth it if you like this kind of stuff, and sometimes I do.
The one consistent comment
on previous reviews of New Jersey native (and California resident) Ken Elkinson and his solo piano works is
“emotional.” He shows that on his newest release, Opal (August Son
Productions, c/o www.kenelkinson.com). One
reviewer said, of an earlier work, it was New Age. I did not hear that one, but
it certainly is not true of this lovely release of original instrumentals. These
are almost narrative, with some jazz elements to spruce it up even further. Every
one of the single word named pieces can easily touch the heart. Usually with
solo instrumentation, I think this would be great to have on in the background
while having company, but Ken’s music is so textured, it deserves more
attention than that, which is a credit to his work. His use of switching from
major and minor keys, with some strong use of dissonance to create a haunting
melody (e.g., “Change”), just increases the power of his output.
Kimya Dawson’s
Hidden Vagenda (www.krecs.com)
is so listenable, even if in a totally conventional way. In fact, if I may be
so bold as to push on an icon, Kimya sounds like what I would imagine Ani
DiFranco would sound like if I were to just read her lyrics. Well, maybe the
bastard child of DiFranco and Mary Lou Lords with both Dylan and Jonathan
Richman. Yes, it is that bizarre. Definitely in the anti-folk milieu, her voice
is child-like and unassuming; well, let’s just say she may never get past the
first round in “American Idol,” but that is more the fault of “Idol” than
Kimya, who I admire for every aspect of what she is doing. With vocal pacing in
a very Dylanesque dance, she comes across as sort of a musician’s musician,
which is evidenced by the number of people who sound like they had to
join in. Her wordplay is a testament of lyrical stream of consciousness. While
the songs tend to sound perky, just about every song is either centered around
death, or it is mentioned; and yet it is not in the least morbid. The songs
have some great hooks and will stay with you if you listen to this a couple of times.
The Korps – Hello World (www.gulcher.gemm.com). Talk about idiot
savants. Kenne Highland coming off the Gizmos and the Marines, and Ken Kaiser
joined forces in 1977 to form the Afrika Korps. And from that, they joined
forces with some of the Slickee Boys and reformed as the Korps. The music they
produce is solid punk-bar-garage. Song topics on this reissue are, well, silly
and juvenile, but they’ll hold your attention and odds are you will shake your
head and laugh at the pure “what de…” factor. I remember when this LP came out
in 1978, I enjoyed it so much. Now that I get to hear a clear version of it
again, I remember why it made such an impression on me. It is definitely like
two guys next door goofing around, but what they are playing is so cool that
you get it. Some songs are love songs, some are love lack angst, some are just
ire. There’s even a couple that are just the same words as the title over and
over, like “Don’t Get Fresh With Me” and one of my favorite song titles, the
bluesy “I Went Downtown, To See My Gal, She Wasn’t There—So I Left.” Actually,
there are many highlights here, like “The Progression” that not only fills you
in on how to play this song, but tells you how to play most of rock’n’roll: the
I-IV-V progression. The highlight, though, is Martha Hull doing the vocals for
“(I Wanna) Burn Out,” with lyrics like “I wanna be like Janis and Jimi/A dead
and buried wasted hippie.” In the great liner notes by Kaiser, he correctly
states, “She took a song that was meant as a little joke and made it into a
work of genius.” Tacked on at the end are Kaiser’s 1977 45, which I have always
admired, “I Love You Laurie,” some redundant outtakes of “Hello World,” and a
fun cut by The Kennes, “With a Shiksa Like You,” from 1977.
Lanky – Odd Hour Work Week (www.lankymusic.com). Can a musician sound too
pretty? Lanky has a sweet, sweet voice, and with the superb production values
and pop sensibilities, his release is beautiful. Perhaps it is the years of my
lo-fi and punk sensibilities that make this, well, not pull my chain. Now, I like
pretty, too, but this is just so perfect – not a crack or a seam – so mellow,
so mainstream sounding, that it doesn’t really fall into any category that my
mind seems to grasp anymore. I can imagine loads of Brigitte Jones’ Diary
type fans out there clamoring for him, throwing keys and other assorted
garments at this Adrian Brody look-alike (at least the picture I saw). Please,
get this man some airwaves, as there are loads of people out there who would
appreciate his sound; the same ones who listen to Josh Grogan, Bocelli, Andrea,
or Justin Timberlake, I guess. He deserves it because it is all just so beautiful.
Lesley Gore (d. 2015) has taken a different road on her first new
recording in decades, Ever Since (www.enginecompanyrecords.com)
by recording new material. Well, that is not totally true: she does a real
slow, powerful version of my favorite proto-feminist “You Don’t Own Me,” that
just burns. Gore’s voice has certainly matured well, like a velvety wine,
playing the chanteuse for all its worth. In other words, she succeeds in
growing up with her image and style. Her selection of songs is perfect for her elegance,
some by herself, some by others, but many outstanding, such as the beautiful
title song, the wistful “It’s Gone,” “Better Angels,” “Words We Don’t Say” (one
of my faves here), “We Went So High,” and the slightly snarky “Not the First.” Not
a bad cut here. A powerful re-entry. And I would like to say a special thank you
to fellow cabaret singer Ingrid Saxon for getting me in to see Lesley perform at
a Joe’s Pub gig to promote this release.
Floating smoothly between
singer/songwriter, soft rock and cabaret is Mary
Gatchell on her Indigo Rose (www.marygatchell.com). Mary’s voice is
both soulful and sweet, easily innocent and sensual at the same time. As well,
she is a talented songwriter, whose tunes can go from lush, to comedic, to
profound. This CD was her first studio release (she had already released a live
recording), and starts with the melodic and perceptive “Stronger Backs.” Other
fave cuts are “War and Peace,” “Emptiness Settles In,” “Digging for Clouds”
(which is an expansion on the saying “fighting for peace is like…”), and the
bittersweet yet comedic “Green Card.” The last is obviously recorded live (in
studio?) with a bunch of girlfriends, and I dare anyone to listen to it and not
be humming it for a while after.
Model
Citizens – Model
Citizens (Rapid_Randy@hotmail.com). Hailing
from Birmingham, this trio kicks out. With a definite low-tech, demo feel, they
are bar rock in the way that the Gizmos were: not metal, just rock. With a punched-up
sound, there are definite possibilities for this band. It is the recording, not
the group, which lacks power. The songs are strong, the guitar playing flays,
and the band is just plain fun. Coming from Alabama, there is definitely a
small country influence, especially on “Green Ashes,” which works for them and
does not bog them down. They are worth a listen. I hope I get the chance to see
them play, ‘cause I bet they are a hoot live.
With Leave the Sad
Things Behind (www.birdmanrecords.com),
Paula Frazer continues her amazingly
prolific output, including her days with Tarnation. With a Celtic lilt and a
slight ‘60s pop and country influence (she come from Georgia), Paula treads
Sarah McLaughlin territory, and Sarah better look over her shoulder, because
Paula not only has a powerful and melodic vocal, but a great turn of a musical
and lyrical phrase. Her songs are catchy and never pander. I listened to this
CD like three times in a row before I could put it down. While the libretto can
be seen as the musical equivalent of a “chick flick” (very roses and romance),
she remains accessible to all.
Poisoned Aeros
– Turbulence (www.doublehell.com). Sheer brilliance. While
the band’s name may not raise an eyebrow here in the States, in their native
Hamilton, Ontario, it’s a sharp pun. But before I even start on the music
itself, just know that they are joined in the studio by the likes of members of
Teenage Head, the Forgotten Rebels, the Vapids, Dave Rave DeRoches, Jack
Pedler, and even Sylvain Sylvain. Up front is the dual winsome vocalists and
chief songwriters, Buckshot Bebee and Rosmarinus (aka Ro the Knife). Think Dictators
with female leads. That kind of power and humor are rampant throughout the release.
There is not a bad cut here. Having seen them play in Brooklyn (opening for
their pals, the She Wolves), I can attest that it is not studio magic that
makes them shine, but pure talent. To show their humor, there is a blank disk
included, so one can copy the CD and give it to a friend.
Quantice Never Crashed – I remember when singer Philly (Rabbit) started
out in his first band, Howard Finster. They were fun, but kids. Then it’s a
couple of years later, and he fronted the much-improved QNC. Solid screamo approach,
his vocals – as is common to the style – has that “Ro Ro Ro-ro-ro”-ness that
can be either a lot of fun or really, really grating. Well, this is just fine,
I am happy to say. Live, I could not make out a word he was saying, though the
music is a rat-tat-tat of slicking power. But with the lyric sheet included, I
have learned that their lyrics are very well written, all in first person
perspective, and the music is actually quite melodic. Live, as is on the CD,
their power is quite noticeable. Hell, they are just a fun band. It is amusing
that the first cut is actually an acoustic instrumental that never lets the
listener be aware of what is to follow. Also like their fellow Staten Island
natives, the late band Monty Love, their song titles have absolutely nothing to
do with the actual lyrics, such as “William Shatner’s Powergun” and “Shaolin
Casanova.” Worth seeking out.
Tommy James re-recorded his old chestnut, “Sweet Cherry Wine”
(Aura Records, co www.TommyJames.com) with
the help of gospel group the Kootz, (rather than the Shondells) backing him up
his time, on this three-song CD. James had found The Lord a number of
years ago, and he brings that “light” to this recording, giving the tune a
whole different meaning. TJ definitely has his voice intact, and with the
Kootz, he turns this song into a powerful testament. The second song is
actually a shorter version of the first. The third is the “B” side, “Amy,”
which has his distinctive voice, but a rhythm machine and synthesizer to back
him, which greatly reduces the feel of the song, unfortunately.
Various: I remember when the president of the Flamin’
Groovies fan club quit because the band covered Warren
Zevon’s (d. 2003) “Werewolves of
London.” I don’t have as disparaging an opinion of the guy as the ex-prez, but
he always fell into the Dave Matthews column of I-don’t-get-it. Yeah, he
writes pretty songs, but the whole appeal never really touched me. On the tribute
CD Hurry Home Early: The Songs of Warren Zevon (www.wampus.com), one thing I do find
amusing, is how well his work is adaptable to the “new” country sound, as it
seems a majority of those covering his tunes here went that route. There are
some nice touches, and all the songs are respectful, so if a listener is
inclined towards moody and edgy kinds of lyrics and non-standard pop-based
melodies, I would definitely recommend this. And there are no werewolves of
London here.
Various: And then there is the meeting place of extremes – of
pretty noise – with the compilation Mama Kangaroos: Philly
Women Sing Captain Beefheart (www.genusrecords.com). The Capt was a
forerunner in the rock/jazz fusion in a space cadet genius kind of way. Sort of
to rock what later Miles Davis was to jazz. One of the beautifies of this
freewheeling style is its adaptabilities. Many styles are represented here,
from straight on rock to electronica, to Tom Verlaine-ish (d. 2023) guitar
ramblings, even to country. The album begins slow with drum machines and
programming, but as it starts with “Run Paint Run Run” (Big Mess Orchestra) and
the verbal hiccupping of “Apes-ma” (Radio Eris) and “Abba Zaba” (Voices of
Africa), it is straight ahead interesting for more than an hour. Some of other
fave cuts include “Crazy Little Thing” (Mia Johnson with Tom Gillam), the
soulful “I’m Glad” (Janet Bressler), the complete bedlam of “Ashtray Heart”
(Beware the Blunted Needle), and the Appalachian “Orange Claw Hammer” (King of
Siam). As experimental as could be, which is exactly what the good Captain may
have imagined.
Speaking of Devendra Banhart
being prolific, he is also a member of the group Vetiver,
who label their style as “chamber folk music” to describe their 5-song CD EP
release, Between (www.vetiver.com),
which includes a cover of Fleetwood Mac’s “Save Me a Place.” I would call this
more ambient than folk, with Vetiver’s soft, lush tones and anesthetizing
quality. Not boring, per se, but lulling, including the vocals by Andy Cabric. Actually
Cabric recorded three of the songs as a solo. One may also be surprised that
members of My Bloody Valentine and Mazzy Star also make an appearance.
World
War IX – When
A Good Time Turns to Shit (www.worldwarix.com)
A two-song single from this band who are a definite throwback in sound to 1976.
It is kickass, but it is also melodic. Max’s vocals need to be up front in the
sound a little more, making this the feeling of it being more like a demo, but
do not let that distract you from getting this. “Intervention” is about
exactly what you would think. Actually, “Treasure Hunt” is not that
thematically different. If these guys were around when CBGB opened, they would
probably be in a few of the history books. And while you are listening to the
music, enjoy the artwork drawn by guitarist Justin, and see if you can find his
comics (whose topics include his obsession with GG Allin and a retelling of
their early gigs), they are worth reading as much as this is enjoyable to be heard.
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