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Issue No. 2

MagnaPhone New Music Reviews

 

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

Mix Tape Song: Waved On

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 great music.-Greg Trout
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
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. It's as simple as that.-Greg Trout

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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

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
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 screams and the horrible neo-Goth "storytelling"-Greg Trout
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
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

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

 

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

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 Trout
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 from Feral House books.-Greg Trout

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 Trout

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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. MagnaApproved to say the least.

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 ride.

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 shores.
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 the message is pretty positive too.

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 has to be heard to be believed. Do it now.

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

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

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 are leaving for their next journey beyond.

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.

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.

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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 music.

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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

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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