Issue No. 2
MagnaPhone New Music Reviews
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Engineers/www.Engineersweb.net/(the Echo Label Ltd)
Back in the 80's I read an interview with Robyn Hitchcock talking about Bryan Ferry's "Boys and Girls". He referred to it as "Embryonic Music. All soft edges and moistness" or something like that. He might as well have been talking about Engineers
Tunes like "Waved On" and "Come In out of the Rain" feel as if one is slipping underwater or into another consciousness where (like Hitchcock himself said) there are no edges, nothing to catch your clothes on. Just smooth euphoria. Sure, they turn it up on tunes like "One in Seven" but even that feels like warm tea and hypnosis.
This London based quartet prides itself in its unique sound and is trying to create a whole new multimedia experience featuring slides of Lomo camera photos. Readers of Magnaphone know there's one thing we love and thats a transportive experience and we've a great one here. I think Guitarist Mark Peters sums it up: "You've got to be able to live with every aspect of the music you've made, You've got to love it so much you can keep going back to it night after night. That's why we're doing it ourselves. We know what it's got to be like"-Greg Trout
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Aimee Mann-The
Forgotten Arm/www.AimeeMann.com
"Baby, there's something wrong with me" sings Aimee
Mann channeling protagonist John on her new record, the masterful
The Forgotten Arm. Delving into the world of the narrative
concept record, Mann assumes the pace, tone and cadence of one of
those great downbeat early 70's road films. Two-Lane Blacktop,
Badlands and even Night Moves come to mind. Actually
set in the early 70's The Forgotten Arm recounts the blurry misadventures
of bored housewife Caroline who abandons the cinches of family and
small town life to hit the road with ex-con/ex-boxer John. As Aimee
sings on 'King of the Jailhouse", there is something wrong with
both of them. John has a nasty junk habit, and Caroline's dissatisfaction
and unhappiness are incurable. Wisely, Aimee Mann keeps the narrative
interpretive and at an arms length, letting the voids and valleys
tell the story, rather than mapping out every detail, making it almost
allegorical. In keeping with the 70's tone of the tale, the music
is some of the finest of her career. Smart hooks are matched with
loose and mannered country-rock, ala The Band, or Court and Spark-era
Joni Mitchell. The overall sound is a throwback to the days when production
was detailed and soulful and musicians were listed track-by-track
on inner sleeves.
I've often thought it must be tough to be Aimee Mann, to have such
a unique and intense sound unlike any other singer-songwriter. While
that may set her apart from other and lesser artists, it also must
be difficult to avoid making what the public can dismiss as "another
Aimee Mann record". Luckily, this is a brilliant example of how
an artist can keep her voice and integrity and develop a wholly successful
and unique work of art, both in her canon and in modern music in general.
This is a front-runner for the best of 2005. Record geek side note:
Wouldn't it be cool if on tour, or on a b-side, Aimee Mann covered
Colin Blunstone's "Caroline, Goodbye?"-Greg Trout
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Blood Meridian-We
Almost Made it Home/www.BloodMeridianMusic.com/(Teenage
USA)
Growing
up in rural Pennsylvania, there is a lot of flat farmland in between
miles of woods. In the wintertime this land seems flat, motionless
and desolate, almost abandoned. Dotting these landscapes are bars
surrounded by pickup trucks with lonely neon lights in the windows,
and tiny fundamentalist churches, with no light at all. As a teenaged
passenger in my parent's car shuttling through this land, I often
wondered what went on with these people. What goes on in the mind
of the bearded, flannel clad factory worker on a Tuesday night at
midnight draining another Miller before trudging back to his beat-up
Dodge Colt? What it's like in the cottage of the single Christian
Bible thumper right before she turns out the light? Canada's Blood
Meridian has captured that, I think. The amount of rich, melancholy
passion packed into these grooves is nearly unbearable. Creating a
sound so warm and intimate, so as to appear to be overheard in the
next room, as opposed to on stage, this disc is a long dark night
of the soul. Arranged in the classic country-rock blueprint laid down
by the Band in '68, Blood Meridian sounds loose and ready to unravel
and disciplined at the same time, and when songwriter Matthew Camarind
sings I think that was the end/I'd never be that happy again in "Best
Be Gettin' By", it sounds like a final pronouncement. In Blood
Meridian's Bio they proclaim (among other things) their love for Motown,
and their desire to incorporate their "Sweet, Sweet Grooves".
While this is far from good time 60s' Detroit R&B, they did capture
the universal truth all music shares: Pain & Honesty make for
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Nocturne-Guide to Extinction/www.nocturne.cc.
Gothic music, like its extreme cousins Metal, Hip-Hop and Industrial
is music that comes fraught with limitations. Moods, themes and settings
come already established and the blueprint is pretty strict. In the
strange case of Goth the players are: a)clad in black and bondage
style leather and/or rennaisance garb, b) have a hopeless worldview
rooted in adolescent angst, and c) treat the classic works of Bowie
and Bauhaus like the hallowed blues recordings rock and roll was built
on.Wielding the S/M metal look pioneered by the late great Corpus
Delecti Dallas, TX's Nocturne burst flapping right out of the cave
with Shallow, trading male and female vocals that have become so popular
with the rise of Evanescence and Lacuna Coil, and laying down riffs
that suggests some familiarity with Doom Metal Frontwoman Lacey Conner
can shift back and forth between pouty Goth Pin-Up frontwoman and
menacing harpy with relative ease. While most of the tunes are fairly
straightforward Goth rock, a cover of Renegade Soundwaves Cocaine
Sex proves they can pull off electro-goth quite well, and Conner's
breathy, brit-pop vocals on Walk Away would'nt be out of place on
the last Suede record. Finally Chris Telkes proves himself a musical
wonder as he handles everything but the vocals himself. The songwriting
is solid and uncharachteristically topical for Darkwave, using their
dark powers to get through to the sometimes sheltered and sequestered
audience that Goth music attracts Nocturne is not anything you haven't
heard before, but as far as modern Goth music goes, it's at the top
of the heap.-Greg Trout
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Nick Cave &
the Bad Seeds-B-Sides & Rarities/www.NickCaveandtheBadSeeds.com(Mute)
When Greil Marcus wrote about "The Old Weird America" in
1997 he was writing about Bob Dylan and the Band's once-in-a-lifetime
sojourn in upstate New York in 1967, but he was referring to a spirit
of writing and performing that harkens back to the turn of the 19th
century American music scene. He was referring to a time of ethnic
and national music styles combining and clashing. He was referring
to a time of uncertainty that bore Blues and "Murder Ballads",
a time where magic and science became uncomfortable bedfellows and
religion lorded over it all. Nick Cave, no matter that he is Australian
by birth, is the only artist performing now that not only truly understands
these theories but has also added some of the late 20th century to
this particular brew of snake oil. Since he first struck out on his
own in 1984, Nick Cave has distilled pretty much every style of music
America produced before 1960 into his repertoire. Country, Western,
Countrypolitan, Garage, Blues, Rock and Roll, Rockabilly, and Hillbilly
etc. have all come through Cave's basso profundo adhering to their
particular rules but uniquely owned by his studied and storied sensibility.
Each record saw this through with varying results, each one more disciplined
and culminating in his true masterpiece, last years: Abattoir Blues/The
Lyre of Orpheus. But this collection is truly the only thing to come
out in many years deserving of the reference The Old, Weird America.
Each facet of Cave's extraordinary career is represented here. Traditional
songs ("Rye Whiskey"," Knoxville Girl"), Covers
(Roy Orbison's "Running Scared", Neil Young's "Helpless",
Leadbelly's "Black Betty", Blind Willie Johnson's "City
of Refuge") Duets (Shane MacGowan, PJ Harvey), and some truly
remarkable originals are unearthed here, my personal favorite being
"Opium Tea" a nice nod to the Kent label days of early R&B.
Nick Cave is truly one of the most important artists working today
and the Bad Seeds are perhaps the greatest backing band since the
original Attractions. There are 37 tracks on these three discs and
there is not one I would spare. -Greg Trout
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Akimbo-City of the Stars/Sweet
Cobra-Praise/(Seventh
Rule)
Combining styles with Metal/Hard Rock used to work so well. Look
at bands like Skynrd and Funkadelic. Proof that as long as you have
spirit and soul you could make some mighty fine, and mighty loud music.
Somewhere in the early 90's things sort of slid off the track and
heavy metal started to share quarters with all manner of industrial
and "rap" (quotes as the rap was usually not close at all
to the urban style) and began to become boring and predictable. Well
the mad technicians up at Seventh Rule records have solved that with
a pair of powerhouse innovative recordings. Sweet Cobra's Praise and
Akimbo's City of the Stars bring a nice, new, and gritty approach
to metal. This is real Dirt under the fingernails stuff. Both bands
feature veterans of the hardcore scene who have developed an affinity
for the groove rock of the 70' s. The key here is, they have kept
the sonic caterwaul of Hardcore and mixed it in a bucket with Deep
Purple/Sabbath strength riffs and has come up with the two molten
slabs of pure rock. Sweet Cobra and Akimbo both have their similar
influences but have crafted completely unique sounds from one another.
Akimbo tends to be the more psych-oriented of the two while Sweet
Cobra sounds like you have your head caught between two Harleys and
you are loving it. Head over to Seventh Rule and prepare to rock.
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Dao Strom-Send Me
Home/Available
at MagnaPhone!
One of the most beautiful and organic things about music is the
places it originates. The simple happenstance of an artists home
and origin can prove to be the incubator that creates pure and lovely
music. Such is the case with Austin's Dao Strom. Born in Saigon,
and raised in the historic Gold Rush mecca of Placerville, California,
her version of Americana is rich with a tender melacholy and gentle
darkness. Send Me Home is full of history, recalling grand traditions
traditions of country-western and Appalachian folk and steeped in
mountain and gospel imagery. Backed by a spare yet solid duo, Strom's
originals stand up quite well with her sublime interpretation of
the classic standard "I am a Poor Wayfaring Stranger".
Dao Strom is the real thing. --Greg Trout
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Android Lust-Stripped + Stiched/www.Androidlust.com(Projekt)
Sultry and Slick, Bangladesh-born and US-raised Shikhee also known
as Android Lust has constructed a galaxy of soundscapes uniquely her
own. Running the Gamut from Darkwave to Ballads to industrial strength
workouts, Android Lust doesn't hide behind her machines and processes;
rather she uses them as tools and decor to augment her explorations
into the dark heart. Stripped and Stitched is a compilation
of re- mixes, singles and outtakes. Sometimes I think this is the
best intro to an artist. As I mentioned before, she is all over the
musical map and the varied tone of this disc proves she masters them
all. Head over to Projekt and pick this up, so you're ready for the
new release Shikhee is currently in the studio assembling and concocting.
From the looks of the images on her site her live show is not to be
missed as well. The energy and power coming off the photos is breathtaking.
Appearing like a human version of a kick ass heroine from Heavy
Metal magazine, wielding a microphone in place of a ray gun or
sword, Android Lust seems poised to make the underground her own.
-Greg Trout
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Point Line Plane-Smoke
Signals /www.Pointlineplane.net/(Skin
Graft)
Something got interrupted at the end of the eighties. During the
peak of post-punk (1979-84) there was an exciting movement to marry
the rhythms of dance music with postmodern and abstract art. Bands
like Gang of Four, Suicide, Psychic TV, and Specimen spring to mind
as proponents of this. After a while it seemed to vanish, or morph
into the harsher aesthetic of industrial. Point Line Plane does not
remember industrial. In fact the only Ministry song they may have
ever heard is "Everyday is Halloween", and it shows and
it's good
Moby said in a recent interview about Joy Division that new, young
bands seem to have forgotten the 80's and 90's and have head straight
back to that experimental post-punk period. I think that applies perfectly
here. Josh Blanchard and Nate Carson are expanding and building on
powerful themes and structures that were only hinted at in 1980. Check
out track 2: "Adult Contempt" for a perfect sonic example.
I cannot wait til they stop by Philadelphia, I can only imagine they
are a wonder to behold live. Side note: Nate Carson was in a great
band called Witch Mountain prior to this. Doom Metal's loss was Synth-Rock's
gain. -Greg Trout
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Icarus Witch-Roses
on White Lace/www.IcarusWitch.com/(Cleopatra)
The tight, classic, late 80's sound that Icarus Witch makes smacks
of the Iron Maiden, Axewitch and Queensryche recordings I used to
listen to late Saturday nights on Philadelphia's WYSP on their 'Metal
Shop' show. Musically they have it down: great riffs, nice descending
chords and great solos. Unfortunately like so many bands of that era
they also boast terrible vocals, and bone-headed lyrics. Die-hard
metal heads will revel in this, but I just couldn't take the banshee
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Low Skies-I Have Been to
Beautiful Placesl/www.LowSkies.com/(Flameshovel)
Showcasing in ten songs the emotional range it takes most bands
several albums to conjure, The Arcade Fire successfully shrinks its
post apocalyptic text into an internal dialogue that follows the clicks
and stops of exiled love. Not to make it sound heavy. Quite the contrary:
Peppered with shifting moods (rebel yells become hymns, serenades
become tortured frenzy), benevolent homage ("7 Kettles"
could be a lost track from Wilco's Being There, "Laika"
from The Pixies' Trompe Le Monde) and swooning, cynical undertones,
the debut album from this Canadian husband and wife team is loaded
to bursting with dancy pep and determined, energizing hooks. Ambitious
(it's an album, not a collection of songs), Funeral finds its quasi-narrative
transformed into a sucker-punch of thematic resonance, mining the
illusion of stability for a worldview attained only by outlasting
one's suffering. Hitting its stride in three final tracks, Funeral
penetrates epiphany with a passionate Hooters-meets-The Polyphonic
Spree call to arms ("Rebellion") and the final, hopeful
reflection of "In the Backseat", a culmination of quiet
contemplation that brings peace. -Ben Trout |
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Outrageous Cherry-Our
Love Will Save the World/(Rainbow
Quartz)
Dear Outrageous Cherry~ Where have you been all my life? When
I hear your power chords, fuzz and melodies, I can see lava lamps,
smell incense and I know I am in for a sexy night of trouble, the
kind of night that involves a van and coming home wearing something
backwards. Your front man and songwriter Matthew Smith is soooo cool.
He writes about all the bad girls I hear about and dream about ("Pretty
Girls Go Insane", "(You're Not) a Nice Girl"), but
he also knows about cool smart stuff ("You're a Reflection of
Infinite Chaos") and even tells trendy people off ("What
Have You Invented Today?"). But what I like best about you, Outrageous
Cherry, is how good you are at it. There are like, a million bands
out there that play retro-style music, but you are one of the few
who are as good as and as fun to listen to as anyone from 1969. Gosh,
Your record is so much fun, I'm afraid my parents will bust me for
listening to it. I hope you come to my window again tomorrow night.
True Love Always~
Greg Trout
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The Arcade Fire-Funeral/www.ArcadeFire.com/(Merge)
Showcasing in ten songs the emotional range it takes most bands
several albums to conjure, The Arcade Fire successfully shrinks its
post apocalyptic text into an internal dialogue that follows the clicks
and stops of exiled love. Not to make it sound heavy. Quite the contrary:
Peppered with shifting moods (rebel yells become hymns, serenades
become tortured frenzy), benevolent homage ("7 Kettles"
could be a lost track from Wilco's Being There, "Laika"
from The Pixies' Trompe Le Monde) and swooning, cynical undertones,
the debut album from this Canadian husband and wife team is loaded
to bursting with dancy pep and determined, energizing hooks. Ambitious
(it's an album, not a collection of songs), Funeral finds its quasi-narrative
transformed into a sucker-punch of thematic resonance, mining the
illusion of stability for a worldview attained only by outlasting
one's suffering. Hitting its stride in three final tracks, Funeral
penetrates epiphany with a passionate Hooters-meets-The Polyphonic
Spree call to arms ("Rebellion") and the final, hopeful
reflection of "In the Backseat", a culmination of quiet
contemplation that brings peace. -Ben Trout |
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Nick
Cave & the Bad Seeds-Abbatoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus/www.NickCaveandtheBadSeeds.com(Anti)
Go directly to Track 3. It's called "Hiding All Away"
and it's the big haired, scary, insane Nick Cave we loved in 1986.
It's all there: the scary, swampy blues imagery, Nick's banshee
wail, and wall of sonic assault guitars. It's six minutes a lot
of Nick Cave fans thought they would never hear again. Recorded
earlier this year in a Parisian studio once used by Serge Gainsborg,
Cave has gathered a set of songs that seem to represent his id,
his yin and yang. Disc 1, Abattoir Blues, is the return of Nick
the wild man. A grown-up version of the feral, junkie, Kafka-esque
truth seeker that literally terrorized Europe in the early 80's,
mixed with the consummate entertainer he evolved into through the
90's. From the furious, howling soul music of "Get Ready for
Love" and "There She Goes, My Beautiful World" to
the quieter menace of "Cannibal's Hymn" this is revival
tent Nick, and it's good to see him again. Disc 2, The Lyre of Orpheus,
is an apt progression from Nocturama. A seamless collection of literate,
disciplined and thoughtful songs pulled from the heart and spirit.
"Easy Money" stands as one of the most mystifyingly seductive
ballads in his entire career; it's a cryptic and absorbing elegy
concerning greed and sacrifice that rests in your head days after
listening. The closer, "O Children", a seeming ode to
those lost along the way both in life and spirit, is bound to become
one of the pinnacles of his long career. It's an anthemic homage
to loss and pain that leaves one chilled. Much has been made of
the fact that this is the first album without stalwart Bad Seed
Blixa Bargeld. It bears mentioning, but Nick travels with such a
crack squad of musicians these days, that the Bad Seeds still sound
like the best medicine show back up act ever. Put simply, this record
is great literature, a fine film, a breathtaking painting, and a
headshakingly grand achievement that will not be reckoned with anytime
soon. -Greg Trout
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Quintron-The
Frog Tape/
www.QuintronandMissPussycat.com (Skin
Graft)
Dave Poggi is Mr. Quintron, organist extraordinaire and
inventor of the Drum Buddy. This record of frog noises and
Hammond organ is eerie and wonderful. Listening to it while
walking to work made me feel like divine in Polyester when
she has her nervous breakdown. Particularly of creepy interest
is his cover of the "Stray Cat Strut"-Greg Trout
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The
Red Masque-Feathers for Flesh/www.TheRedMasque.com/(Big
Balloon)
Now this is sweet music to my ears, the perfect aural
elixir to a winter's day. Sure enough, honest to goodness
progressive-rock alive and well and here in our own Philadelphia!
It's all here: Medieval renderings and influences, powerful
and adept guitar work, beautiful vocals and intricate song
patterns and storytelling. The only thing missing is the Harvest
label in the center of the record! The interplay between baroque
classical and straight-ahead hard rock are stunning on this
piece. Keep your eyes and ears open, Lynette Shelly and her
Red Masque are planning something wicked this spring! - Greg
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Richard Buckner-Dents
and Shells/www.Richard
Buckner.com/(Merge)It's
3am. The house is quiet. The only sound is crickets outside,
or the occasional whir of the refrigerator. The girl you loved
has long since gotten away, and you'd do anything for a friend,
a place to go, or to be something. That, MagnaFriends, is
the essence of this teardrop of a record. Straight ahead arrangements,
flourished with lonely piano and pedal steel dominate the
sounds, while Buckner's dusty, not-unlike-Robbie-Robertson
vocals tell the sad stories like a talkative stranger in a
bar. A real touch of autumn and a warm sadness underscore
this mature and disciplined bit of Singer/Songwriting. The
haunting arrangements bring to mind the detailed work of Neil
Young's early recordings, a lazy comparison yes, but nonetheless
apt. The sound of this record harkens back to a time when
a looser, more organic feel was the norm. "Invitation"
is probably the best example of this. Listen to how comfortable
the instruments sound with one another, how at home the sounds
seem, like a perfect set. When a songwriter is baring his
soul and recounting such painful and deep minutiae, the sounds
accompanying it MUST be this intimate, or it just doesn't
work. Buckner risks being lost, unfortunately in the seeming
thousands of Singer/Songwriters flooding current public radio
everyday. But I firmly believe his sounds and songs will resonate
and leave an imprint ultimately. For one reason and one reason
alone. Sincerity. There is no doubt about anything on this
record, from the conviction of the lyrics, to the quality
of the music, to the overall execution and presentation-even
the cover drawing of two birds separating from the same tree
seems perfect. Yes, as I said before, this is a lonely teardrop
of a record, but it's an almost flawless one. - Greg Trout
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Jigsore
Terror-World End Carnage/www.JigsoreTerror.com/(Listenable)
In the late 1970's and into the 80's the world of underground
music experienced a renaissance. Three distinct movements
culminated to inspire an extreme sub genre called Death Metal.
First off we have rumblings and explosions in Europe. New,
heavy bands questioning Christianity and taking music to new,
extreme velocities like Bathory and Venom were setting the
scene on fire. Their American counterparts like Possessed
and Destruction responded in turn and upped the speed and
terror ante inspiring an even faster, more gruesome heavy
metal. Throw in a bit of hardcore attitude ala The Exploited
and you have yourself an international phenomenon called Death
Metal. A tight collective of bands challenging established
mores and pondering mortality.
This brings us to the new record by Jigsore Terror. I am not
altogether sure that Jigsore Terror is doing anything new
per se. This Swedish DM trio's brand of thunder is certainly
exactly what you would expect. In fact, that is probably why
this record works so well. While gruff deep howls over martial
beats and searing, stabbing guitar riffs punctuated by the
occasional blast beat is pretty much what I expected when
I popped this into my stereo, its rare in the death metal
world to hear such infectious exuberance-in other words they
obviously love this music. That said it is some of the best
of this class I have heard. The musicianship is obviously
accomplished and there is an air of authenticity and even
authority to their onslaught. A must for the curious and aficionado
alike. To learn more about this great music, I recommend picking
up a copy of Albert Mudrian's fine overview Choosing
Death: The Improbable History of Death Metal and Grindcore
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Tom Waits-Real Gone/www.Anti.com
This afternoon I strolled through our neighborhood on
the way to a few errands. I slipped the brand new record by
Tom Wait, "Real Gone" into my Walkman. Passing me
on the street were Man furred young men with dubious wares
for sale, red-eyed immigrants returning from shifts way too
long and tedious, elderly women sitting on stoops watching
the panorama of the street. As I moved further along I saw
gutted houses, renewed houses, stray cats and pit bulls on
leashes. I could smell the local African restaurant, various
forms of smoke in the air, and exhaust. The same show was
going on in my ears. Tom Waits new record is, as he would
say, a Killer. All the characters are here, both sonic and
literary: Blues riffs, doomed housewives, flamenco guitar,
two- timing rats, clanging steel, the carnival, the city at
night, the diner in the morning. What's different this time
around is its presentation. Each song is presented as its
own entity, with its own texture, own culture, and own universe.
Taken as a whole or individually, this is as fine a collection
of short stories as Flannery O'Connor could ever conjure.
To say it's among Waits' best is safe as well. Tom Waits has
recorded 20 albums in his 30-year career. He's pretty much
laid the groundwork and established a set of rules. The rules
are simple, take every last detail of romanticized lowlife,
kitsch, beat, and gutter glamour culture, put it in a big
shoe box, shake it and dump it all over the 80 minute confines
of a CD. He continues with 'Real Gone' to mine that territory,
how he keeps it fresh each time around is I suppose the secret
that separates him from mortals. The first record by Tom Waits
I ever bought was Rain Dogs in 1985. At the time the bizarre
arrangements, sub-blues growling and romantic drunken elegies
served as escapist fare for my fifteen-year-old mind. As I
age and keep up with his records and dig into his back catalog
I realize now that he IS our Howlin' Wolf, he IS our Woody
Guthrie. All those he sought to emulate he has become to us.
As I looked into the faces of all the fringe dwellers I could
hear their voices in my ears. I used to say Johnny Cash and
Tom Waits were the two voices of the downtrodden. Now there
is only one. He is definitely pulling his own weight.-Greg
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Jafar Barron-The Free
Bop Movement
This is a solid disc and a rare treat. Barron takes all
manner of Bop styles and brings them forward and up to date.
Ghosts of Miles and
Monk lurk in these
grooves but don't overwhelm them. The exuberance and love
of these sounds is infectious and evident while spinning this
disc. Barron has been on the scene for a while; last time
I caught him was on an acid
jazz night at Silk
City. He's been at his trumpet since he was six, and dead
serious about it every minute. I can't say enough about his
sound, and cant stress enough the talent involved in bringing
bebop to the 21st century, but this cat has pulled it off.
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The
Briefs-Sex Objects/ www.TheBriefs.com
(Better Youth Organization)
Flannel Seattle is dead, and here to throw one last handful
of dirt on grunge's
grave come the Briefs. Formed 5 years ago, these punk rock
dandies, replete with white-framed sunglasses, bleached
hair, skinny ties, and x-chromo leopard shirts have been
steadily encouraging punk rock fans to forgo moshing for
pogoing; a worthy mission at a time when the collective
unconscious declares punk dead, or at least neutered. Their
third album "Sex Objects," on BYO Records, kick
starts hard with "Orange Alert," setting the tone
for 14-track catapult shot. The songs run the gamut from
the politically charged "Destroy the U.S.A." and
"No More Presidents", through the double-barreled
snotpunk of "Antisocial", to the weirdly poignant
and irreverent "Killed by Ants." The music is
stripped of the last 25 years of technological developments
and electronic "advancements", placing us squarely
in the late 70's when rock was played with guitars and amps
(thank you very much) without a lot of flourish or extraneous
bullshit. The Briefs play with the rabid intensity of true
believers, and slingshot their songs off like raw meat to
the listening wolves (that's us). The album is addictive--perhaps
it's the shot of adrenaline the brain sends out when hearing
a familiar form spun up and spit out so deftly.
--Susan Jonatis
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Eleni Mandell-Afternoon
/ www.EleniMandell.com(Zedtone)
Eleni Mandell's Afternoon is a musical trip to a thrift shop.
You have the moonshine and side burned style of 70's country
with "County Line", a table full of faded picture
postcards with "Sun's Always Shining", and we have
cheap beer, old records and some seriously R&B (circa
'63) organs with Just a Dream. This is a fun record. The band
sounds like they're having a ball and Ms. Mandell seems to
be having a blast chewing up the scenery. I really dig the
direction that Americana is going these days, with people
like Jolie Holland,
David Eugene Edwards
and Ms. Mandell at the helm; I predict a weird and wonderful
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The Waxwings-Let's Make Our Descent
/ www.TheWaxwings.com
(Rainbow Quartz)
I've heard the Waxwings compared to a lot of bands,
or sounds, and I don't agree with any of them. Waxwings
are pure straight ahead bar band pop. They're a little country,
a little classic, and all 80's. Yep, I said 80's. Who do
these Detroit darlings remind me of? That offshoot from
the paisley underground of the 80's with one foot firmly
planted in the honky tonk and a beer in its hand. Green
on Red, Lone Justice,
Guadalcanal Diary,
Let's
Active, and Beat
Rodeo are the ancestors of these sounds. This is perfect
listening for afternoon in the sun with your old college
friends.
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African Groove-Putumayo
Records Compilation / www.Putamayo.com
The musical detectives at Putamayo assembled this incredibly
exhaustive collection of current African pop and dance music.
With everything from traditional players in a modern setting
(Mali's Issa Bagayogo)
to Americans playing with Afro-beat (Thievery
Corporation) this is a nice beginners set. Like all collections
it's hit or miss (the biggest miss being the truly regrettable
"Uhiki" from Kenya's Hardstone),
but for the most part this is a good representation of where
African Pop is today, and how it is growing and reaching new
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This Moment in
Black History-Midwesterncuttalistick / www.VersionCityRecords.com
Have you ever sat and pondered what it would sound like if
Booker T & the
MGs, The Fall,
pre-Henry Black
Flag, and Gang
of Four started a band? Pop this in, click to track two,
and listen to "Are Lipps Our Inc" to finally get
your answer. I think it's exciting when bands come along that
cram more influences than you can name into their sound, in
turn creating something unique. Like Fishbone,
!!!, and At
The Drive-In, that excitement is all over these grooves.
They haven't figured out exactly how to maintain listener
interest for the entire record, and with 17 tracks it gets
a bit same-y, but keep your ears open MagnaFriends, This Moment
in Black History may be on the road to something completely
unique. |
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Hansoul-Philadelphia
Fellowship / www.Hansoldier.com
I really like HanSoul's music, and I don't mean that passively.
Some music you hear and you just like it, you warm up to it
like a friend. Such is HanSoul's hip-hop. Some of you may
remember HanSoul's MTV hit "Imagination" from a
little over 10 years ago. In that time, he has eschewed secular
rap in favor of Christian rhymes. He has also somewhere along
the line become an elder statesmen of beats and rhythms. In
the current world of hip hop it's rare and perhaps unheard
of to hear sounds that are fresh, current, and fully informed
of the past all at the same time. HanSoul's decision to become
a representative of the Lord is well documented at his website.
Carrying on the rugged individual and very Philly tradition
of Sun Ra
and Todd Rundgren, Hansoul
stays true to his vision despite commerce and simply trusts
people to know good music. He has crafted what may well be
the best hip hop record I've heard this year. With help from
fellow Philly fundamental rappers Japhia
Life and Price, Hansoul has produced the rarest of creatures.
A rap record consistently good from beginning to end. And
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Halfacre Gunroom-Wrecked
/ www.HalfAcreGunroom.com
(Deathwish)
Memphis' Halfacre Gunroom's first record is appropriately
titled "Wrecked." The sound of the record exudes
a smoky, sticky drunken night at a honky tonk. Their songs
are populated by people whose lives are either about to be
ruined, on the run, or lost. Recorded by Doug Easley of White
Stripes fame, and keeping with their spearheaded movement
of bringing country tradition to rock present, this quartet
has a nice 80's country rock sound. Not unlike X,
the Long Ryders,
Green on
Red, or the early work of 4
boys from Athens, GA, this is a pretty good listen in
your Chevy as you head from one dive to the next one lonely
summer night on a numbered highway in the middle of nowhere. |
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Yowie-Cryptoology /
www.SkinGraftRecords.com
Now this is exciting music. Listening to this disc, it's just
palpable that this trio from St. Louis knows its on to something.
They are taking music down to the workbench, dismantling it,
holding it up to the light, shaking it next to their ears
and putting it back together as many ways they can. This is
the sound of musicians taking the technical rules of music,
isolating themselves from the popular laws and creating something
new. I listened to this one over and over the day it came
in the mail and I still haven't gotten to the bottom of it.
I'm told Yowie is a formidable live force as well, supporting
the likes of
Chuck Berry, Jay Farrar
and Nelly. Yowie
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Interpol-Antics
/ www.InterpolNY.com
(Matador)
New York band Interpol's second album Antics
sticks to the same formula as their debut album, Turn
on the Bright Lights, but has lifted the dark veil
delivering lighter, tighter songs about longing for love
and companionship. With simultaneous strumming guitars,
progressive beats, and the ambient sound of a synthesizer,
Interpol has a definite influence from favored 80's bands.
Antics takes these traits used on their debut and
makes something new: something that is their own. It sounds
as if they've mastered the use of a metronome; each song
is focused on precision and each instrument acknowledges
what the song needs. The songs are still full of despair,
but unlike their melodic darkness in Turn on the Bright
Lights, Antics creates upbeat sparkling charms
of hope throughout.
The first track starts off with "Next
Exit", a slow tune about "going to the city, not
the town." This calming melody prepares you for a trip
through dueling guitar dance beats that even stiff necks
will nod their heads to. The first single, "Slow Hands,"
is a dance floor breaker sure to please hip-wigglers and
shoulder-shakers. There are also slower gems, like "Take
you on a Cruise" and familiar songs like "Narc",
"Length of Love", and "A Time to Be So Small"
which have been performed live over the last two years (or
on the Precipitate EP). Singer Paul Banks now commands you
to listen to his pleas. Although many of the lyrics are
just okay, Banks sounds more pronounced, and confident that
maybe this time he'll prove himself worthy of love. If Interpol
continues creating progressive songs that are heartfelt
and melodic, they just might get their wish. --Aqila Clement
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Goatsnake-I/Dog
Days / www.GoatSnake.com
(Southern Lord)
How much do I love Goatsnake? How much do I really love the
basic heavy, dirty riffs of this tighter than tight doom outfit?
Let's put it this way, if there was a big SST
on the back of this record it would not appear out of place.
The handful of old heads who know what I am talking about
know exactly what a compliment this is and those who don't
should just go buy it, go directly to track two ("Innocent")
and enjoy one of the finest guitar riffs in the past 10 years.
Oh, this is a collection of their first two essential records
from 1999-2000. Just go get it and turn it all the way up |
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Saxon-Lionheart/(www.Saxon747.com)
(SPV)
"Where were you in '79 when the damn began to burst..."
asked Biff Byford in the
NWOBHM anthem "Denim and Leather" arguably Saxon's
finest hour. Truth be told though in response to Biff's query
most of you reading this review probably weren't even born
yet or were at least still in diapers! Well, fortunately for
you these guys are still around nearly 25 years later and
still playing it loud and proud! Lead track "Witchfinder
General" comes crashing out of the gate and right off
the bat the most notable aspect of Saxon 2004 is the addition
of new drummer Jarg Michael (formerly of Stratovarius)
who's obvious superiority over previous skin pounder Fritz
Randow adds a new dimension to the Saxon sound...I feel it
safe to say these 11 cuts are definitely among Saxon's most
exuberant ever! While those expecting to hear familiar strains
similar to "Wheels of Steel" or "Dallas 1pm"
might be somewhat disappointed one listen to "Man and
Machine" or "To Live by the Sword" should deter
any notion that these boys have dried up. Whether "Lionheart"
will make Saxon the superstars they deserve to be in the US
remains doubtful, I think it's certainly safe to say it will
come as ear candy to even the most discerning of metal purists
out there. PLAY IT LOUD! -Ralph Bates |
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RHAPSODY-Symphony
Of Enchanted Lands II - The Dark Secret/(www.MightyRhapsody)
(SPV)
It should come as no surprise to those who've been following
Luca Turilli and his band of merry men that Rhapsody's latest
opus "Symphony Of Enchanted Lands...II" is nothing
short of breathtaking. One simply cannot deny the magnitude
of the disc as it flows from start to finish (peppered by
numerous narratives by none other than Saruman himself , veteran
horror/fantasy film actor Christopher Lee) as if it were a
heavy metal film score. In fact the soundscapes and textures
within make it nearly impossible NOT to actually visualize
the actions being described. From rolling majestic hills over
some enchanted land to the darkest forests where all evil
dwells the listener is indeed taken on a sublime musical journey
the likes of which I for one have never experienced or even
thought possible for that matter. It is indeed overwhelming
upon first listen. However, upon closer inspection it seems
every detail is painstakingly worked over to perfection with
the possible exception of the actual songs! Yes, sadly amidst
all the sounds effects, narratives, symphonic interludes and
various other distractions it becomes very apparent there
isn't much "meat" in between and this of course
is where it really counts. What I found here (and in all fairness,
let it be known that this is my first "real" exposure
to the band) were exhausting endless guitar solos that seemed
to go nowhere and triple time double bass drum beats where
it was not only unnecessary but also inappropriate. The songs
themselves while for the most part seemed fairly well penned
were just...well, not very exciting and overplayed. So here
we have a very strange dynamic in effect. On one hand I'm
absolutely astonished by the production and concept of the
disc yet disappointed by the actual musical content. What's
worse is the overall running time of 72+ mins. makes it a
very strenuous listen for one sitting. I can only hope that
in the future Rhapsody works more on their song craft because
with that in place they WILL actually be the stuff legends
are made of. -Ralph Bates |
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Metal
Church-The Weight Of The World
(www.MetalChurch.com) (SPV)
Personnel changes can often be necessary in the growth
of a band...other times it can be devastating. The 20-year
plus career of Metal Church was marked by significant personnel
changes within its ranks following the release of the bands
second album in 1986 for Elektra records The
Dark. This, of course, was the exit of original vocalist
David Wayne and guitarist main songwriter Kurt Vanderhoof
followed by the entrance of former
Heretic singer Mike Howe and former Blind
Illusion guitarist John Marshall for the stellar 1989
release of the bands third offering Blessing
in Disguise. In spite of these significant changes to
the fold the band rose to the occasion and recorded what was
arguably their strongest and most mature output to date. Now,
fast-forward 15 years later and history repeats itself for
these Seattle metal merchants. This time Marshall is out and
Vanderhoof is back in. No problem there but hold on...we've
also lost original second guitarist Craig Wells, vocalist
Mike Howe and bassist Duke Erikson. So who ARE these guys
going by the name of Metal Church?!? Good question, and one
that I can't help but still raise as I listen to "Weight
of the World." Quite simply too much of the trademark
"Church" sound has been lost. While Vanderhoof still
helps the band retain a bit of the old classic tone he simply
cannot single-handedly save this sinking ship. The vocals
of Ronny Munroe seem out of place with the Vanderhoof songcraft
and do very little to convince me that he has any right to
be in the same band that once contained two of metal's most
virile frontmen David Wayne and Mike Howe. Munroe's delivery
lacks the confidence and command necessary to push these songs
over the top...or for that matter even simply make them work.
New guitarist Jay Reynolds (formerly of legendary's Judas
Priest wannabes Malice)
does a fine job with his axe duties and songs such as the
title track, "Leave Them Behind" and "Sunless
Sky" are basically crafted well enough to almost stand
up to some of the bands more classic moments from their 20
year history. However, there aren't enough of these moments
to combat the remainder of the lack luster material or to
even withstand the desperate situation in the vocal department.
Unfortunately unless some more changes are made I'm afraid
that Metal Church is destined to return to that very same
graveyard from whence they came. -Ralph Bates |
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The
David Joel Quartet-Live at Chris'
Lead guitarist, composer David Joel is continuiing a grand
tradition. A tradition of jazz fusion and sonic exploration
begun by Miles, the
Mahivishnu
Orchestra, and Weather
Report. David Joel and company paint landscapes of sound,
starry meditative explorations and turn the listener to traveler,
inviting them to let the quartet to be a guide to musical
challenges and unique structures. Lucky for us, Mr. Joel is
a Philadelphia mainstay in the Jazz scene and an email to
guitsan@hotmail.com
will be a good way to find out when Mr. Joel and his crew
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Pentagram-Show
'em How / www.RamsHead.org
(Dogstreet)
Legendary Maryland doomsters Pentagram just-released their
latest Show 'em How. Underground legend Bobby Liebling,
backed by members of Internal
Void and Penance,
has turned in a solid throwback to the early 70's material
recently collected on First
Daze Here, and not just because it's over half rewrites
of that material. There is a youthful spirit here that seems
to capture and relish the magic of early Pentagram. A return
to the wood paneled basements, cheap beer and pimply girlfriend
feel of the old days. It's difficult for me to write a review
without exclaiming how happy I am that they exist, so there,
I said it. GO buy this disc and find out what makes me so
happy. -Trout |
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Firebird-no.
3 (SPV) / www.SPV.de
From across the pond, we have Firebird, who are taking
some serious Humble Pie
and Johnny Winter
worship are turning out some nice power trio rock that the
metal scene has been sorely missing for oh, about 25 years.
Bill Steer, sometimes of Cathedral,
fronts one of the coolest and most engaging bands in all of
heavy rock right now. Go get it and listen to it in the parking
lot with your pals and a cooler before the concert. |
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Internal
Void-Matricide (Dogstreet)
Start with Track 6 of Internal Void's latest Matricide
and you'll hear exactly what great bell-bottom metal is all
about. From the enigmatic lyrics concerning how very wrong
our world is today, to the nearly symphonic crescendo of power
guitar riffage, this is music both full of the past and brimming
over with the future. If this were 1973, we would be sleeping
out for tickets to be blown away by them at the Spectrum,
and in a perfect world they would be filling Lincoln
Financial Field today. Crucial, important, powerful metal. |
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Dove-S/T / www.WallOfDove.com
Dove are from outer space, or at least another dimension
- not Winter Haven, FL like they keep trying to tell us. Their
powerhouse guitars, pulsating bass, and drum pummeling magic,
are just the stuff H.P.
Lovecraft was warning us that old Cthluhu
was hiding in his little house under the sea. Well, pick up
Dove's disc and hear it all for yourself. This psychedelic-metal-fuzz-tripped-out-classic
belongs right there on the shelf with your
Dr. Strange comics and Dr.
Who videos. Heavy.
Dove's Interstellar Overdrive of a CD is now available
at the MagnaPhone Marketplace. Visit www.MagnaPhoneMagazine.com/Dove
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Desert Sons-100
Miles / www.DesertSons.org
The Netherlands's Desert Sons are coming from a few places,
all uniquely 70's. On their record cover, they invoke the
Smokey &
the Bandit iconography that became pretty popular in the
late 70's. On record, Desert Sons purports to be a European
entry in the Kyuss/Fu
Manchu sweepstakes. On 2002's 100 Miles, head on over
to the last track, "Grande Cojones", and you'll
also hear a nice Uriah
Heep/doom influence that could be harbinger to some great
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25 Suaves-I Want
it Loud/www.25suaves.com
(Bulb)
Seeing that the cover displays an amplifier that is even
bigger than the mountainous countryside behind it, I am not
sure how seriously 25 Suaves is taking their brand of Nugent/Motorhead/Deep
Purple worship, or how seriously we are expected to take
it, as well. That said 25 Suaves perfectly replicates balls-out
arena-metal rock and roll. But adds little new. Whether or
not this is intended to be ironic, it is merely pedestrian
and routine. -Trout |
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Pete Miser-Camouflage
is Relative / www.PeteMiser.com
(CoupDeGrace)
Pete Miser is here to get us back on track. Remember nigh
about ten years ago when Digable
Planets, Tribe, De
La Soul etc were making music and beats for those who
prefer the coffee shop to the bar, a book to a video game
or as I came to call it "Turtleneck hip-hop"? Whether
you do or not, that's what Pete Miser is doing. Coming from
Portland, Oregan by way of Brooklyn, this DJ, Producer, Rapper
and multi-instrumentalist, is full of observations. Taking
on such heady topics as faceless conformity, racism, terrorism,
and the state of his own being, backing it with beats and
rhythms both familiar and refreshing, this is one of the year's
revelations. A MagnaMust. |
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