April's Bunny Stomp was purgative, but it put me off my feed. In the report below I regain my appetite by digesting many of the young rock bands who are making news if not history. Next time I'll throw on some hot sauce.
I knew they were playing Middle Eastern jazzloved the sound of Atzmon's 'Trane-driven sax up against Kuwaiti-schooled diva and tango accordion. But it was four or five spins before I found out they were Israeli exiles whose theme is Palestine and whose strategy is to Arabize Israeli hits. Not much, but as near to resolution as any Palestinian is liable to get right now. Recorded in London. Tell Tony Blair the news. A MINUS
American IV: The Man Comes Around
The selection here is at once so obvious and so inappropriate it feels redemptive as if that old softy Rick Rubin gently advised his fast-failing charge that if there was ever a song he wanted to sing he'd better not put it off till next time, 'cause there probably wasn't gonna be one. In fact this is Cash's second "Danny Boy," just his first croaky one (at the Kettle of Fish in heaven, Dave Van Ronk is mad he didn't do one first). He's recorded the evil-minded campfire chestnut "Sam Hall" before too. But Cash kills "In My Life" as hard as he kills Depeche Mode and Nine Inch Nails, and though upon reflection Ewan MacColl wrote "First Time Ever I Saw Your Face," you'd have thought Roberta Flack defolkified it forever until Cash got his heart on it. Only the pomposities of "Bridge Over Troubled Water" and "Desperado" resist his advances. And first and best comes the newly written title tune, a look at death as cold as "Under Ben Bulben." All that could top it would be American V: Send in the Clowns. A MINUS
The Montigola EP
(Devil in the Woods)
True juveniliavery Oh-OK even though I doubt these Brits have ever heard of Oh-OK. So nursery-rhyme tuneful! So jump-rope preverbal! Inspirational Verse: "I love it, I love it, I love it." No? How about "Ohh ohh ohh"? A MINUS
NJMEA All-State Symphonic Band, Wind Ensemble & Women's Choir
TicketsSat., Feb. 25, 3:00pm
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Brazilian Carnival featuring Marcus Santos & Grooversity, Cornelius Ba
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Arcangel El Alfa Camilo
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So I searched the review database of this gender-balanced quartet, a more orderly thing than any of their songs, and found only one Liliput citationby Jessica Winter in this newspaper. Much commoner were references to ye olde Sonic Youth, whom they resemble somewhat less than they do the Go-Go's. Guess indie rock is wasted on the young, because Liliput is the analogy even if Nikki Colk has never heard of them either. Kaito are noisier, faster, girlier; Colk mispronounces her English not as a Marlene Marder homage but so people will think she's from Sweden. But the two share a rare, rambunctious sense that noise is fun and life is livable, a tremendous relief in a time when so many new guitar bands never hint at their reason for existing. Eventually Kaito might get full of themselves like Bis. Or they might cover "Ain't You." Not both. A MINUS
Congo-born in Tanzania, he's what guitar paradise is made of even though that heavenly collection passed him by. Definitive is the 12-string acoustic he cradles in both photos. Sustaining is gentle singer Baziano Bweti, who died in 2002 preaching AIDS education. Of good cheer are King Malou's perky alto themes on "Massamba" and the super-collectible "Kokolay." Also nice are the clicks, the claps, the coro. You believe in staying positive? East African soukous is still writing the book. A MINUS
Because Anna Padgett's voice is deadpan by divine design, her brain better back her body uplike on these five quietly outrageous, wickedly funny songs. A young angel waits while her living lover dates. A young ne'er-do-well hires her liver a lawyer. A young dumpee's faucet drips and lightbulb goes out. Amputation saves a marriage. And then there's the climactic title trope: "Your dick is like a stick of pure beauty to me." She said it, I didn't. A MINUS
Todd Snider Live: Near Truths and Hotel Rooms
Folkies with a sense of humor are always better off cracking jokes than waxing lyrical. With Snider, though, the differential is near absolutethe one tolerable serious song among these career highlights is the 12-step memoir "Long Year." Snider's live-studio differential is steep as wella crowd sharpens his timing and intonation. "Beer Run" was funny enough on 2002's New Connection, but both versions here, including one of those annoying bonus cuts where the artist's buddies can't stop laughing, are eternal nonsense classics. Because he's funny, he does sardonic and bittersweet right. Also because he's funny, the monologues are why you replay the record. A MINUS
World Without Tears
Like Dylan before her, she discovers how hard it is to write the simple ones. She also discovers how hard it is to turn out an album every two years. So she stops at pretty good songs instead of worrying them toward great, and just in time. Concrete nouns are her passion, but here sometimes they break the mood, and when she pulls out her place-name trick she goes nowhere. To compensate, she sidles up to her beau ideala band record, a groove record, a riff record; something lowdown, dirty, smoky. Why not? Sue Foley has never recorded a lyric as strong as "Those Three Days" or "Sweet Side" in her life. And a strong Sue Foley album can hold up the sweet old world for a spell. A MINUS
Up against the fussy vocals and structures of 1993's excellent second-phase best-of The A List, the muscular mud of what amounts to a third-phase best-ofthey were going to release six consecutive EPs until this album occurred to themis a deliberate regression. The model isn't Pink Flag, it's Roxy London WC2. Melodically, "In the Art of Stopping" is a relative of "Mr. Suit"; sonically, it's a relative of Slaughter and the Dogs. In short, they "rock." Finally. A MINUS
YEAH YEAH YEAHS
Fever to Tell
With help from that bad corporate money, they get a striking sound out of the no-bass thing. It's both big and punk, never a natural combo, and up against the Kills it's killerNick Zinner commands more than any man's allotted portion of dangerous riffs. But to care about this band you have to find Karen O's fuck-me persona provocative if not seductive, and since I've never been one for the sex-is-combat thing, I find it silly or obnoxious depending on who's taking it seriously. Duly noted: two human-scale songs toward the end. B PLUS
GENE AMMONS & SONNY STITT
God Bless Jug and Sonny
The tenor battle in which two saxmen blow each other's brains out is a format often cited and seldom documented, and as someone who's sought examples for years, I feel lucky I threw on this live CDreleased 2000, recorded 1973. Zoot Sims and Lockjaw Davis's roughly similar The Tenor Giants Featuring Oscar Peterson is hobbled by jazz decorum and a stiffer rhythm section; the justly legendary 1950 meeting of these two Billy Eckstine grads, "Blues Up and Down," is constipated by comparison. The Baltimore crowd brings out the brawler in both Albert's boy Gene, with his woogie-steeped r&b tendencies, and the famously facile Stitt, known for his eagerness to replicate Bird solos and cut crap in the studio for cash on the barrelhead. The combat is friendly and uncerebralStitt pushes Ammons's big gruff Hawkins chops toward modernism as Ammons drives Stitt to a raucous showboat bebop that keeps on churning as tracks approach the quarter-hour mark. Cedar Walton, Sam Jones, and the incomparable Billy Higgins are so fluid you hardly mind when the leaders sit out for a Walton feature, and the 2002 sequel is almost as good even though two Etta Jones vocals intrude. Called Left Bank Encores, it was cut the very same night. Must have been some show. A MINUS
Til the Wheels Fall Off
Much as I love her songs, with this her best batch since her first, I love her singing them more. The way she starts the album by calmly drawling "I'm tired of bein' tired of bein'/Why am I always disagreein' " over murmured accordion and tick-tock percussion is so sturdy and so musical that it still catches me short. Outspokenly ordinary, she's hard on her man, hard on herself, hard on her life, which like most American lives is fairly hard. Although her romantic ups and downs aren't the disaster she believes sometimes, she really would like to know if she's "ever gonna have sex again." Answerdefinitely. She's attractive if by some juvenile standards mature, and she feels the love in her and the lust in her at the same time, which always helps. If only the millions of women in her situation had the time and funds to test-drive alt-country CDs, she'd be as famous as Lucinda. A MINUS
Dud of the Month
(Kill Rock Stars)
A fat sexy lesbian teenager whose entire trio escaped Arkansas for Olympia? A big voice with its emotions out front? What's not to love? Nothing, declare gossipmongers bowled over by their strenuous gigs. To which well-wishers must inquire, Er, how about music? Beth Ditto gives no indication she could sing the tunes that aren't here. Brace Howdeshall applies punk chops to a soul concept. Kathy Mendonca doesn't know what an offbeat is. And face it, folkswhen it comes to putting good old rock 'n' roll on record, a bass player really helps. C PLUS
Additional Consumer News
HONORABLE MENTION: Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks, Pig Lib (Matador): should have figured he'd turn fussbudget on us eventually ("1% of One," "Vanessa From Queens"); Local H, The No Fun EP (Thick): something to be pissed about ("President Forever," "Birth, School, Work, Death"); Good Charlotte, The Young and the Hopeless (Epic): honest pop band presents its songs punk, and that makes some people so mad ("The Story of My Old Man," "Riot Girl"); the White Stripes, Elephant (V2): saying not enough with less ("I Want to Be the Boy Who Warms Your Mother's Heart," "The Hardest Button to Button"); Rosanne Cash, Rules of Travel (Capitol): glad she took Manhattan, wish her songwriting had stood in Nashville ("September When It Comes," "I'll Change for You"); Liars, They Threw Us All in a Trench and Stuck a Monument on Top (Mute): not a bad tricktension-and-release that never lets go ("Grown Men Don't Fall in the River, Just Like That," "The Garden Was Crowded and Outside"); Madonna, American Life (Maverick/Warner Bros.): learning and adjusting like always, and no, stupid, not hypocriticallyalthough maybe inattentively ("Mother and Father," "Nothing Fails"); Terri Clark, Pain to Kill (Mercury): like most women, the woman in her has plenty of what the title says ("You Can't Help the One You Love," "Better Than You," "I Just Wanna Be Mad"); Elastica, The Radio One Sessions (Koch/Strange Fruit): nine previously obscure songs bait slack one-take best-of ("Spastica," "Four Wheels"); Daughter, Skin (Aum Fidelity): punk, rap, dubfrom an avant-jazz perspective, it's all one music ("Misbehaving," "Hands in the Pants"); Dixie Chicks, Home (Open Wide/Monument/Columbia): deeper proof than they intended of the deep meaning of neobluegrassyou can't go home again ("Travelin' Soldier," "White Trash Wedding"); Buzzcocks (Merge): callow punk alienation as reliable folk wisdom ("Friends," "Lester Sands"); Shania Twain, Up! (Mercury): I'll take the "green" mixes, and fuck you for asking ("I'm Gonna Getcha Good!," "Ka-Ching!").
CHOICE CUTS: Asylum Street Spankers, "My Favorite Record" (My Favorite Record, Bloodshot); Rubber City Rebels, "Your Warlord Is a Pussy," "I Don't Wanna Be a Punk No More" (Pierce My Brain, Smog Veil); Alejandro Escovedo, "Wave," "Castanets" (A Man Under the Influence, Bloodshot); Ladytron, "Seventeen" (Light & Magic, Emperor Norton); Lee Ann Womack, "I Need You," "He'll Be Back" (Something Worth Leaving Behind, MCA).
DUDS: . . . And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead, Source Codes and Tags (Interscope); Liars, Fins to Make Us More Fish-Like (Mute); Bob Mould, Modulate (GM); the Naysayer, Heaven, Hell, or Houston (Carrot Top); Beth Orton, Daybreaker (Astralwerks); Phantom Planet, The Guest (Epic); Quix*o*tic, Mortal Mirror (Kill Rock Stars); Soft Cell, Cruelty Without Beauty (Cooking Vinyl/SpinArt).
ADDRESSES: Aum Fidelity, P.O. Box 170147, Brooklyn, NY 11217, aumfidelty.com; Carrot Top, 935 West Chestnut, suite LL15, Chicago, IL 60622, carrottoprecords.com; Devil in the Woods, P.O. Box 579168, San Francisco, CA 94122, devilinthewoods.com; Enja, c/o Justin Time, 5455 Rue Par, suite 101, Montreal, PQ, Canada H4P1P7, justin-time.com; Koch, 2 Tri-Harbor Court, Port Washington, NY 11050, kochint.com; Limitless Sky, email@example.com; Matador, 625 Broadway, 12th floor, NYC 10012, matadorrecords.com; Merge, P.O. Box 1235, Chapel Hill, NC 27514, mrg2000.com; Mute, 140 West 22nd Street, 10A, NYC 10011, mute.com; Oh Boy, 33 Music Square West, Suite 102A, Nashville, TN 37203, firstname.lastname@example.org; Pinkflag, P.O. Box 3459, SW19 6ES, London, England, pinkflag.com; Prestige, 10th & Parker, Berkeley, CA 94710, fantasyjazz.com; Signature Sounds, P.O. Box 106, Whately, MA, 01093, signature-sounds.com; SpinArt, P.O. Box 1798, NYC 10156-1798, spinartrecords.com; Thick, P.O. Box 220245, Chicago, IL 60622, thickrecords.com.
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