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A&A #181 reviews (5/3/1999)
![]() Time to Burn (Jericho/Sire) The liner notes are pretty cool. Bits and pieces of the mise-en-scene of a bar in Gonzales, Texas. I particularly liked the Falstaff bottle sitting on a shelf (amongst a ton of other debris). Unfortunately, just as much care was taken when recording this album. And the reason that's a problem is that Andrews plays the blues. In that ever-popular Texas white boy style. The sorta thing which works real well live, and often comes off lifeless on disc. Like here. The playing is great, and the songs are pretty good, but too often there is an extra overdub that just makes the music sound a bit stilted. Take "Just You and Me", a great little blooze-n-boogie tune. Which works real well until that one little extra lead guitar whine (added on top of the regular lead lick) which crops up about four bars before the chorus. What had been a real tight, live-sounding song all of a sudden whipsawed back into a studio creation. Ruined the whole effect. Andrews can play pretty well. He can write these songs better than most. But there's too much craft and not enough soul here. My usual complaint for Texas blues, I know, but there it is. Andrews did not break the mold.
![]() 2 (Touch and Go) In my review of the first Black Heart Procession disc, I noted that the band sounded "strangely" like Three Mile Pilot. Not strange at all in reality, since two of the guys in the band are in TMP (as more than one knowledgeable reader informed me). Now, in these days of a mainstream backlash against "gothic" music in all forms (last week I heard someone refer to Black Sabbath as a "goth" band'; I guess old prejudices die hard), this disc arrives. Of course, the Black Heart Procession is hardly goth. And it is unlikely that any overzealous blame-assigners even know the band exists, but still. This is TMP music somewhat recast in a more gloomy and eclectic universe. The reliance on unusual instrumentation (for rock music, anyway) is still around, lending a Nick Cave-meets-Mekons kind of feel to a lot of this. With a healthy dollop of TMP song structure. Yeah, weird is one way to put it. But the thing is, the songs work. The journey may be dark and seemingly endless, but no matter how strange and otherworldly the sounds may get (and trust me, you have no idea), the stuff holds together. This is cohesive, part of a rather astonishing whole. I'm out of things to say, really. The first album was really, really good. Great in many places. This one is so far superior that I can't begin to describe its wonder. Suffice it to say most of the songs here are amazing, and then some are better than that.
![]() Hopeless Romantic (Epitaph) More of what I heard on the first Epitaph studio disc. Hard-edge tuneful fare, with just a hint of reckless debonair. Unlike the live set, which was simply reckless. These guys have the potential to get snotty and stupid, but once again, on this disc their bad tendencies are turned into a positive undercurrent. The songwriting is quite solid, with even more experimentation than I heard last time out. The willingness to try new things and the ability to meld those sounds together are two big reasons why the Bouncing Souls have such a committed fan base. I still wish they played better live. Man, I'm just asking for trouble there. Whatever. The production here is solid, but not shiny. The talent and spirit of the band is on full display, and the producer didn't stand in the way. He did keep the boys under control, but that's about it. Another fine set. These guys keep building on a solid rep, who knows where the progression will stop. I'm simply more impressed than ever.
![]() Dead Air for Radios (Fight Evil) Rather pretentiously assembled music. The songs utilize a number of different sound sources (the usual instruments plus samples and some odd and ends) in an attempt to really say something. Yes, this disc is full of serious statements. And Chroma Key is successful, for the most part. The sound itself is hard to describe, though if you think of Sting's first album and just expand it exponentially, you might get a picture. The mood is generally somber, but the orchestrations are intricate and involved. I guess the style is somewhere in that pop realm, though it often veers into industrial territory. And, like I said, pretentious as hell. That only means that the band has to make that arrogance pay off. It does, almost always. There are a couple clunker moments, but I'm highly impressed. There's something big going on here. Yeah, it is a mainstream sorta project. The kind of thing that kids will go "whoa" when they hear. While I'm impressed, I'm not rapturous. Still, Chroma Key justifies its arrogance sound with a very solid album. The statement has been made.
![]() Live at the Desert Inn (St. Clair) Evans' shtick is doing Frank Sinatra. Even if Sinatra never actually recorded the songs Evans sings, he does a nice job of replicating Frank's style and phrasing. If that's your thing. Here's the deal: Even if you're doing Sinatra, you're still a cover act. You're imitating the performance of another. And while that's sincerest form of flattery (not to mention a good way to make a buck), I'm still not that interested. But putting those biases aside, I will note that Evans sounds about as much like Sinatra as Harry Connick Jr. did on his first couple albums, except that Evans is a much better singer (I know, not high praise, but still). The songs are very much arranged in the style of Nelson Riddle, who arranged most of Sinatra's best-known stuff from the fifties and early sixties. The band sounds good, if not particularly inspired. For what this is, it's a good package. I'd rather hear the original, though if I was in Vegas and really wanted a dose of Sinatra (two unlikely premises, but still), I might stop by Evans' show. But that's about it. Cover acts still don't get me hard.
![]() In the Fishtank 5 (Konkurrent-Touch and Go) In the Fishtank is a series from the Dutch Konkurrent label. The idea is to give two bands two days to sit in a studio and see what they can work out. The label asks for about 20 minutes or so of completed music and then releases these improvisations to the world. This is the first of the series to get released over here. And it sounds about like you'd expect: Highly technical, incredibly involved musical meanderings, with an amazing range of sonic fury displayed. Each side of these two highly creative bands is shown at one time or another, often in stark juxtaposition to what the other set of musicians might normally do at the time. But, come on. Anyone who knows these two bands knows to expect the unexpected. It's not like these folks are used to holding ideas back or conforming to any sorts of musical norms. Their albums already sound like refined improvisations. Which is a pretty good thing. As is this set. While I could have guessed the result, I had high expectations. This fulfills them. In every way. Really, really cool, in other words.
![]() Toasted (BongLoad) Produced by Chris Goss (once of Masters of Reality), with all the musical mayhem you might expect. A trio (or a quartet--the liners and the press notes do not agree), but these three guys are able to blast some truly impressive fare. Perfunctory playing, punctuated by off-the-wall noodlings and descants. Kinda like if Black Sabbath was a prog band, but it only remembered that fact every once in a while. The vocals are utterly un-Ozzy-like. Actually, they sound a lot like Goss back in the MoR days. I'm pretty sure he does do a little singing now and again. One of those albums which lurches and leans toward the impending apocalypse. You can see the end coming, but you can't do a damned thing about it. It is inexorable, you are utterly powerless. The fury and the wonderment pass through you. Not an entirely pleasant feeling. But mostly. I can say I haven't ever heard anything quite like Fatso Jetson. That's always a good sign. Yes, it's definitely stoner rock (you know, like Sleep or Faith No More or something), but these boys have their own niche. And a fine one it is.
![]() Lucky (Sub City) Obviously, Fifteen is still around making music. This one is a bit heavier-sounding than the other two discs I heard. More mainstream rock, less punk. Though the general construction is that pop-punk three chord ideal. And the vocals are still quavering and wavering. The lyrics are much more overtly political than before. The roots were always there, but here, everything is out on the surface. Which makes the whole set hang together is bit better. The heavy guitar sound is a bit disconcerting at times, though I guess that's just how the album came out. And, like I said, this disc holds together much better than the other Fifteen sets I've heard, so maybe the sound has something to do with that. The best Fifteen album I've heard. Given what I've said before, well, that's not saying a lot, but honestly, I kinda liked this disc. Nothing earthshaking, but it sounds like the band has finally come together. Who knows?
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