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Friday, January 26, 2024

Buzz Kuts: Blue Mountain, Crazy Town, Gomez, Peter Green Splinter Group (1999)

Blue Mountain's Tales of A Traveler
Reviews originally published as a “Buzz Kuts” column, Alt.Culture.Guide™, November 1999

BLUE MOUNTAIN
Tales of A Traveler

One of Mississippi’s better-known secrets, Blue Mountain mine a musical vein that combines a lyric-driven folk tradition with a sound that’s part roots rock and part country. Too eclectic for the hardcore alt-country audience, Blue Mountain’s work is hidden away on died-in-the-wool metal label Roadrunner, where the gentle Southern quartet share a roster with bands like Coal Chamber and Soulfly. Sadly ignored by the mainstream music press and seemingly lacking in the “hipness” factor that would ensure them constant street-level zine exposure, Blue Mountain have built an audience entirely on word of mouth. Tales of A Traveler, the band’s third Roadrunner album and their most mature work to date, should go a long way towards stimulating such discussions.
    A refreshingly honest and entertaining work, the members of Blue Mountain seem to rejoice in the sheer act of making music, and it shows. Songs such as “Comic Book Kid,” a poignant, universal tale of childhood, or the hard rocking “Room 829” are rife with imagery, skillfully written by founders Cary Hudson and Laurie Stirratt. The pop-country track “I Don’t Wanna Say Goodnight” trumps anything produced by Nashville’s Music Row this year while the swamp-rock of “My Wicked Ways” features some deliciously wicked six-string work. Produced by the band with help from ex-Georgia Satellite Dan Baird, Tales of A Traveler is one of the year’s best releases, an album of incredible intelligence and depth which utilizes a diverse musical vocabulary to drive its songs home. Blue Mountain would certainly appeal to fans of bands like Wilco or Son Volt, so what are ya’ll waiting for? Pick up on Tales of A Traveler or forever suffer in musical ignorance. Just don’t say that I didn’t tell ya so… (Roadrunner Records)

Crazy Town's The Gift of Game
CRAZY TOWN
The Gift of Game

Unlike most rap/metal hybrids, Crazy Town features not one but two authentic rap “DJs” in Shifty Shellshock and Epic Mazur, two quite different rap stylists who nonetheless play off each other’s strengths with great effectiveness. In a genre in which everybody from Kid Rock to Limp Bizkit is trying to bring down the motherfuckin’ roof, Crazy Town actually accomplishes it with The Gift of Game. “Toxic,” the disc’s first single, is a crunchy little slice o’ white light/white heat with deceptively smooth vocals lulling the listener into a false calm before assaulting the ears with a megavolt assault of blasting guitars. Much of the rest of The Gift of Game follows the same blueprint, with impressive vocal gymnastics matched by sheer sonic overkill.
    “Darkside” offers a really wicked circular riff, electronically-altered vocals and a powerful beat to split your skull while “Hollywood Babylon,” with guest vocalist toastmaster Mad Lion, is the meanest vision of the concrete jungle since Guns ’N’ Roses’ “Welcome To The Jungle.” The Crazy Town posse teams up with KRS-One for “B-Boy 2000,” a chaotic romp through a fantasy of futuristic hip-hop. The Gift Of Game is an altogether crazed collection of rapid-fire rhymes, molten riffs and muscular rhythms, the aural equivalent of slamming your car into a brick wall at 100 mph. Note: this review of The Gift Of Game was done with an advance copy of the CD. The regular edition includes a cut titled “www.crazytown.com” that was included after the band clashed with Sony over the ownership of the Crazy Town web address. Evidently Sony refused to print the address on the CD materials, so the band added a song with the web address as the title. We haven’t heard the song but we like the stand it takes. (Columbia Records)    

Gomez's Liquid Skin
GOMEZ
Liquid Skin

Unlike a lot of the current crop of Britpop wonders, who tend to look towards the ancient mod vs. rocker cultural clash for their musical inspiration, Gomez draws upon myriad of influences, both British and American. If Gomez were from, say, Albuquerque NM, they’d be lumped in with jam bands like Phish or Blues Traveler. Since they hail from across the pond, however, critics have been falling all over themselves to say how “American” the songs on Liquid Skin sound. These ears don’t recognize this material as sounding American as much as not sounding British. For their second album, Gomez has continued to create, thread by thread, the enormous tapestry of sound that they began weaving with their debut. Liquid Skin is a very textured album, a multi-layered delight that’s hard to pin down to any one style or category.
    There are immense ambient passages of great delicacy, such as the instrumental break within “Revolutionary Kind,” as well as dreamy, mesmerizing tracks like “Blue Moon Rising” or “Rosalita,” with muted instrumentation and almost whispered vocals. “Rhythm & Blues Alibi” offers passionate vocals accompanied by tasteful acoustic guitar, sounding as close to Britpop as Gomez gets; “Devil Will Ride” mixes electronically-altered vocals with a folkish instrumentation to create, perhaps, a new genre: “folktronica”! Exceeding expectations and defying classifications, Gomez have delivered a timeless work in Liquid Skin, a cohesive collection that stitches the influences of musical history and style into a seamless garment that is as comfortable as it is familiar. (Virgin Records)
      
Peter Green & Splinter Group's Destiny Road
PETER GREEN SPLINTER GROUP
Destiny Road

During his stint as one of the founding fathers of British blues, guitarist Peter Green fronted a late ‘60s Fleetwood Mac line-up that was as powerful an electric blues band as any outfit you’d find stateside. A guitarist of some skill and accuracy, Green – “Greenie” to his friends – was still blazing new musical trails and setting audiences on their ears when Fleetwood Mac’s growing fame took its toll. Damaged by the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle, Green fled the band around 1970, trading in his six-string first for a religious cult and later for personal solitude. After too long a time out of the spotlight, Green has begun taking a few tentative steps back into music during the late ‘90s. Destiny Road, his recent work with the Splinter Group, is a fine indication that Green is getting his music back on solid ground.
    A wonderful collection of classic and original blues, Destiny Road showcases the talents of a more mature Peter Green. Along with fellow guitarist Nigel Watson, Green has put together in Splinter Group a dynamic blues band that performs with great subtlety and grace. Whether kicking out covers like Elmore James’ classic “Madison Blues” or new material like Green’s “Tribal Dance” (eerily reminiscent of Mac’s “Oh Well”) the band delivers the real goods. The difference between Splinter Group and early Fleetwood Mac is similar to that between a fine wine and a shot of whiskey – they’ll both knock you on your ass, the wine just takes longer. Whereas a younger Greenie would blow you away with speed and power, the older Green does so with style and assurance. It’s an impressive transformation that is illustrated by Destiny Road, the album a rock-solid indication that Peter Green has returned. (Snapper Music)

Friday, January 12, 2024

Buzz Kuts: The Bottle Rockets, Drop Zone, Filibuster, Gov't Mule, Jughead's Revenge (1999)

The Bottle Rockets' Brand New Year
Reviews originally published as a “Buzz Kuts” column, Alt.Culture.Guide™, October 1999

THE BOTTLE ROCKETS
Brand New Year

Forever doomed, it seems, to working the cult-following fringes of the alt-country music scene, the Bottle Rockets return to the indie ranks with Brand New Year, a solid, if not spectacular set of songs. The band’s overwhelming appeal has always been in the songwriting skills of Brian Henneman and the shit-kicking country/rock hybrid that underlined the lyrics. With Brand New Year, though, Henneman hides behind a co-writer on seven cuts out of the fourteen, kicking in only three solo songs. Contrast that with the eight solo cuts he wrote for 24 Hours A Day, arguably the Bottle Rockets’ best effort, and you’ll see where Brand New Year falls off. When Henneman is collaborating with folks like ex-Georgia Satellite Dan Baird or producer Eric “Roscoe” Ambel, the results are lively, with the writers working well off each other. Other collaborative efforts sound more strained and lifeless.
    That’s not to say that there isn’t some good music to be found on Brand New Year – several cuts here will produce smoke and flames from that 5-CD changer of yours. The Baird collaboration, “Nancy Sinatra,” is as funny as it is naughty, “I’ve Been Dying” shows more attitude than any dozen punk songs you’d care to name while the anti-technology cut “Helpless” paints Henneman as a joyful luddite. The powerful “Gotta Get Up” is a minimalist anthem for every blue-collar joe whose life revolves around the forty-hour week. With cranked up amps, tortured guitars and brilliantly simple lyrics, “Gotta Get Up” effectively portrays the working-class grind. However, the flat spots on Brand New Year, especially the inane “The Bar’s On Fire,” detract from the album’s musical high points. The result is something I never thought I’d hear from the Bottle Rockets – an uneven album. Even a mediocre Bottle Rockets’ album is better than almost any other band you’ll hear, though, and Brand New Year’s best cuts still stand head-and-shoulders above 90% of the dreck you’ll find out there. (Doolittle Records)

DROP ZONE
Pint Size Punks

The idea of taking a bunch of pre-pubescent punks into the studio and cutting them loose with some noisemakers is not a new or novel concept. Hell, Old School were a third of the age of the guys in Drop Zone when they cut their pint-sized tunes a decade and a half or so ago. Unlike their artistic forbears in Old School, tho’, Drop Zone kick out their own jams, and don’t sound too bad doing so. With a refreshing lack of cynicism and the “hipper-than-thou” attitude that infects many older punk posses, Drop Zone have put together an energetic, entertaining collection of songs in Pint Size Punks.
    Whether he’s crooning about a “Punk Rock Girl,” slamming the pop charts with “The Music On the Radio Today,” or reflecting fast-food culture with “The B.K. Song,” vocalist/guitarist/songwriter Chris Murphy sounds like the prototypical punk. The band bangs and crashes their way through the fourteen fast and furious songs on Pint Size Punks, playing preciously sloppy, although no more so than a lot of more seasoned outfits. Drop Zone’s mix of hardcore punk, ska and pop roots is deceptively catchy, the songs sticking in your mind. Call it “primal punk” if you will, but Pint Size Punks an engaging album by a band old enough to rock the house but not yet jaded enough to merely mimic the bands they aspire to be. Drop Zone is an unexpected, though not entirely guilty pleasure. The Rev sez “check ‘em out!” (Skate-Key Records)

Filibuster's Deadly Hi-Fi
FILIBUSTER
Deadly Hi-Fi

Long Beach’s Skunk Records, aside from being the folks who first brought us the genius of Bradley Newell and Sublime, have developed a reputation as being the home of SoCal ska-punk. The release of Filibuster’s tuff Deadly Hi-Fi will only serve to reinforce Skunk’s image. A baker’s dozen of high-energy ska and reggae-tinged songs with plenty of lengthy instrumental passages, Deadly Hi-Fi only asks that you move your feet and rock to the beat. With a funky horn section that props up tunes like “Batty Rider” or “Whorse” with wailing riffs, Filibuster is ranking full-stop here with crazy cacophony and reckless rhythms. “Backstreets” is an infectious instrumental that would sound great cruising along the beach with the top down while “Rat Pack” showcases some nifty vocal gymnastics that border, at times, on the style of Jamaican rap called “toasting.” Produced with an unusually deft hand by the legendary Steve Albini, Filibuster’s Deadly Hi-Fi has soul, it has heart, and it has the chops to make you forget about the crappy nine-to-five and shake your groove thing to the island rhythms. Who could ask for anything more? (Skunk Records)
   
Gov't Mule's LIVE...With A Little Help From Our Friends
GOV
T MULE
LIVE...With A Little Help From Our Friends

Warren Haynes is a powerful guitarist, a strong stylist with an impressive musical vocabulary and a deep-seated love of the music he’s playing. He’s also criminally underrated, his work with both the Allman Brothers and Govt. Mule often overlooked by the mainstream music press save for a handful of guitar zines. I submit that in Haynes we’ve found a guitar hero for the new millennium, and one has no further to look than the 2-CD set LIVE…With A Little Help From Our Friends for proof. Nearly two and a half hours of music that encompasses everything from power blues to heavy metal to jazzy improvisation, this New Year’s Eve concert from last year is as good a showcase for Haynes’ talents as these ears have heard. The band’s originals, songs like “Thorazine Shuffle,” “Soulshine” or their theme song, “Mule” tend to be bluesy hard rock numbers with plenty of room for Haynes to stretch out and play.
    The bulk of this live set is made up of inspired covers, however, from the monstrous “War Pigs” to a great extended rendition of Neil Young’s “Cortez The Killer” as well as songs from Free, Dave Mason and Humble Pie. A number of talented guests showed up for the party, such as Chuck Leavell, Bernie Worrell, Derek Trucks and Randall Bramblett, whose own solo album went overlooked last year. The first disc of LIVE…With A Little Help From Our Friends presents a tight, hard-rocking band running through eight songs in a little more than an hour. The second disc hits only four tunes in its hour or so, the tunes brimming with extended jams and improvised licks. So, whether you want to rock the house or mellow out, LIVE…With A Little Help From Our Friends has something for you…and if you’re unfamiliar with the six-string skills of Warren Haynes, it will do a fine job of curing you of that ignorance as well. (Capricorn Records)

Jughead's Revenge's Pearly Gates
JUGHEAD’S REVENGE
Pearly Gates

Give them credit for persistence, Jughead’s Revenge having already ridden out a couple of tsunami-force waves of punk popularity with their chops intact. While dozens of bands are fleeing the punk scene, reinventing themselves as rap/metal hybrids, Jughead’s Revenge continues to crank out high-voltage, three-chord riffage. Pearly Gates, their latest, is a reasonably predictable affair, a handful of real barn-burners surrounded by some cool tho’ ultimately forgettable hardcore punk tunes. When Jughead’s Revenge hits the bull’s-eye, however, there’s no posse that can touch them. “Lolita” is a wicked look at an ex-girlfriend, “Kill Security” is a powerful populist anthem and “Rent A Cop Blues” is an insightful look at the skateboarder’s plight. Pearly Gates closes with a respectful cover of the Cars’ hit “Just What I Needed.” The guitars here are scalpel-sharp and the rhythm section plows through the material with all the subtlety of a cruise missile – in short, Pearly Gates is a pure punk album, the kind that parents hate and the moshpit kids love. Crank it up! (Nitro Records)

Friday, September 9, 2022

Archive Reviews: Scrawl music zine #2 with Blanks 77, the Bottle Rockets, the Evinrudes, Wayne Hancock, Igmo, Scared of Chaka, Spiritualized & more! (1997)

Blanks 77's Tanked and Pogoed
Back in 1997, the Reverend contributed some album reviews to a scrappy lil' music zine by the name of Scrawl. I don't remember where it was published or by who, and I'm not sure that everything I submitted was eventually published but they're in my archives, so here we go! These reviews from Scrawl #2...

BLANKS 77
Tanked and Pogoed

(Radical Records)
With a fervor few have matched during the past twenty years, the appropriately-named BLANKS 77 kick out some serious jams with Tanked and Pogoed, the band’s latest disc. A potent collection of hardcore punk, these guys scream, spit and posture with the best of them, songs like “I Wanna Be A Punk,” “Losing My Brain” or “Crash & Burn” showing more attitude and angst, rock-hard rhythms and flailing guitars than any half-a-dozen flannel-clad Seattle types have managed to muster during the better part of this decade. If you prefer your punk rock to be fast and furious, relying on piss-and-vinegar and loudness rather than on radio-friendly sweetness and pop hooks, then BLANKS 77’s Tanked and Pogoed is just the musical tonic that you’ve been waiting for.

BOTTLE ROCKETS
24 Hours A Day

(Atlantic Records)
There are many among the rock punditocracy who consider BOTTLE ROCKETS frontman BRIAN HENNEMAN to be one of the genre’s strongest lyricists; “No Depression” critics bow to the band as one of the leading lights of the alternative country scene. After more than a few spins of 24 Hours A Day, the band’s third effort, I’d heartily agree with both positions. The ease at which HENNEMAN spins tales and taps into the listener’s consciousness and emotions is on par with other populist scribes like BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN or JOHN FOGERTY. Like those artists, HENNEMAN isn’t afraid to mix up roots rock with country and folk flavoring, 24 Hours A Day a powerful collection of songs that runs the gamut of popular style and substance. Unlike a lot of bands mining the so-called “alt-country” vein these days, however, the BOTTLE ROCKETS deliver honest heartland rock with a razor-sharp artistic edge

BOY SETS FIRE
The Day The Sun Went Out

(Initial Records)
A few seconds into the album opener “Pure,” a sonic soundwave smacks the side of your head and The Day The Sun Went Out grabs you by the ears and bangs your pointy little noggin against BOY SETS FIRE’s wall-of-sound until the closing roar of “Hometown Report Card.” With a hybrid of socially-conscious lyrics and hardcore-based metallic K.O., BOY SETS FIRE gets down to the serious business of feeding your head even while bludgeoning you senseless. If you’re man enough to hang on through the album’s eventual wind-down and conclusion (or you just can’t get up off the floor), you’ll be treated to a tasty hidden track, a power blues anthem that, while providing little respite from the musical beating you’ve just experienced, is a pleasant departure nonetheless. No flabby hard rock wannabes here, BOY SETS FIRE delivering grade A musical muscle that’s all balls and no filler.

The Evinrudes' The Evinrudes
THE EVINRUDES
The Evinrudes

(self-produced)
On the strength of a single radio-friendly rocker, “Drive Me Home,” the EVINRUDES have burned up the FM airwaves across the Southeast this summer. With the release of this self-titled indie EP, it’s just a matter of time until the band is grabbed up by a major label. What sets the EVINRUDES heads and shoulders above a thousand and one similar-sounding bands crisscrossing Dixieland, though, is the scorching vocals of singer Sherry Cothran and the unparalleled wit of lyricist Brian Reed. Cothran’s vocals will light a fire in the coldest of hearts, all hot breath and purring sensuality. Musically, Reed’s songs are tight, guitar-driven vehicles; his lyrics, however, are masterful pop art poetry, cheeky and intelligent. This duo – Cothran and Reed – are true rock & roll wunderkinds, waiting for the rest of the world to catch up to their level of musical excellence.

FRANKENFINGER
Forty Hour Sea

(Cash Monkey Records)
FRANKENFINGER is the band that POLVO wishes they could be, this five-song EP creating more experimental excitement on tape with its seventeen or so minutes than the aforementioned indie rock stalwarts have done over the course of several albums. Drew Watson’s fuzzy, feedback-ridden guitars create a massive buzz and howl, bassist Kathy Denton contributes some finely warped rhythm and drummer Brent McNeal kicks out some rambunctiously syncopated percussion. All three of the FRANKENFINGERs add discordant harmonies and various vocals, bathing the listener in a high-wattage mix of hauntingly beautiful melody and bone-crunching noise. Forty Hour Sea is a solid musical calling card, FRANKENFINGER as original and enticing an indie band as you’re liable to come across this year.

FUTURE BIBLE HEROES
Memories of Love

(Slow River Records)
Dark-tinged atmospheric pop with the ambient feel of any one of many 4AD label bands is what you’ll find on FUTURE BIBLE HEROES’ Memories of Love.  Evoking memories of early-eighties synth bands, this collaboration between THE MAGNETIC FIELDS’ Stephin Merritt and Claudia Gonson and FIGURES ON A BEACH’s Chris Ewan recreates the sound of a kinder, gentler age. What sets Memories Of Love above other such retro-oriented bands, though, is the wonderful interplay between Gonson’s lofty, heavenly vocals and Merritt’s stark baritone. Swapping vocal chores from song to song while the highly textured tapestry of sound shimmers behind them, the resulting material is, at times, breath-taking. With Memories of Love art-rock returns with a vengeance, FUTURE BIBLE HEROES providing the genre a well-timed kick in the pants.

Wayne Hancock's That's What Daddy Wants
WAYNE HANCOCK
That’s What Daddy Wants

(Ark 21 Records)
You can hear it in the clubs down on Lower Broad, but you’d never know it by walking down Nashville’s famous “Music Row” – there’s a wind of change that’s beginning to blow in country music, and it’s bringing with it a new wave of talent. WAYNE “THE TRAIN” HANCOCK is symbolic of this change, a Texas-bred, stone cold country singer with one foot in the honky-tonk and a twang in his heart. That’s What Daddy Wants, the much-anticipated follow-up to HANCOCK’s critically-acclaimed indie debut is everything his fans have been waiting for and more. Recorded live and mixed down in just three days, the thirteen cuts on That’s What Daddy Wants bristle with electricity and reckless country soul, HANCOCK mixing equal parts traditional country and western swing with a dash of raucous rockabilly. Call up the ghosts of HANK WILLIAMS and ERNEST TUBB to watch over the entire affair and you have That’s What Daddy Wants, the best country album that won’t be made in Nashville this year.

IGMO
Ten Day Potato

(self-produced)
After a long dry spell during which just about any group that knew three chords and could put up an “alternative” image was awarded a major label deal we’ve finally spun things around where there are some bands out there who don’t sound like NIRVANA or SMASHING PUMPKINS. Nashville’s IGMO is one of these welcome departures from the mainstream fare, a talented conglomeration of some of the Southeast’s finest musicians brought together under one roof to make some honest rock & roll music. Vocalist Mark Pfaff, one of the legendary WILL & THE BUSHMEN, is the ringleader on Ten Day Potato, fronting a superb collection of pop, rock, country and psychedelia that borrows shamelessly from every decade from the dawn of time until today. IGMO present a new twist on the musical lessons they’ve learned so well, however, Ten Day Potato proving to be as refreshingly familiar as it is oddly original. In an era where many of today’s “superbands” have to be taught how to play their instruments, IGMO is creating music that is as intelligent as it is invigorating.

D.C. Moon's The Uncertainty Priciple
D.C. MOON
The Uncertainty Principle

(Boiled Hippo Records)
Over the course of two albums, D.C. MOON has done more to honor the legacy of the MISFITS than even that band, reformed, has done, cranking out three-chord, metal-tinged, ass-kickin’ punk rock like nobody’s business. With The Uncertainty Principle, MOON’s second indie release, he’s successfully beat the dreaded sophomore jinx, delivering a set that is tighter and more musically mature than The Meteor Titanic, his acclaimed debut. MOON shows a marked improvement in both his sharp-edged six string work and in his songwriting, creating material that is at once both more raucous and better thought out. The sky’s the limit for lyrical content on The Uncertainty Principle, MOON straying far and wide across his favorite territory, which includes such measured insanity as aliens and U.F.O.s, conspiracy theory, pop culture, technology, quantum physics and rock music. There’s a method to his madness, however, and the dedicated listener will discover, beneath the surface, a socially conscious songwriter tackling controversial issues while having a hell of a lot of fun. Additional kudos for two excellent songs co-written with novelist/rocker John Shirley, whose own band, THE PANTHER MODERNS, are no slouches, either. In an art form lacking visionaries, D.C. MOON sits tall in the saddle and shoots for the stars. The Reverend sez “check it out!”

SCARED OF CHAKA
Scared of Chaka

(702 Records)
Punk’s not dead, but I wish somebody would shoot it and put it out of our misery. Punk bands are a fuckin’ dime a dozen these days, and I’m looking for the twit supplying the dimes. All of the self-righteous, snot-nosed punkzines and fly-by-night indie labels won’t change the fact that 90% of everything is shit. An exception to this rule, however, are SCARED OF CHAKA, a punk trio who have been around long enough to have made their bones and earned a fair degree of respect from this humble scribe. Their new self-titled disc is a rollicking collection of toons that rock with the speed of a cheetah and hits the listener between the ears like a policeman’s billy. SCARED OF CHAKA deliver the real goods: old-fashioned, fast ‘n’ furious punk rock that’s about nothing and everything at once, leaving a pleasant ringing in your ears long after the disc is done playing.

Spiritualized's Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space
SPIRITUALIZED
Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space

(Arista Records)
The aural equivalent of an acid trip, SPIRITUALIZED’s Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space is a mesmerizing 70 minutes of wildly manic guitars, musical cacophony, obscured lyrics and vocals and techno-inspired rhythms that, while drawing heavily from the spirit of rave and electronica styles, have as much to do with the wigged-out psychedelia of BEVIS FROND as it does with, say, THE ORB or MOBY. A couple of spins and you’re hooked, SPIRITUALIZED spinning a truly addictive sound and mind-altering ambiance with a healthy mix of instrumentation and lyricism. Layer by layer the songs unfold with each subsequent listen, and even if you still don’t know what the hell they’re talking about, the trip there is half the fun. For a musical sojourn to the heart of the psyche, this musical mental health practitioner suggests SPIRITUALIZED’s Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space...take one and call me in the morning.

SPLITSVILLE
Ultrasound

(Big Deal Records)
Call it “turbo-bubblegum,” if you will, the second album from SPLITSVILLE successfully combining punkish energy and enthusiasm with goofy seventies-styled lyricism and a garage-band sound. Originally begun as a side project for THE GREENBERRY WOODS’ Matt and Brandt Huseman, SPLITSVILLE took on a life of its own after the 1996 release of their erstwhile debut, Splitsville U.S.A. The band’s sophomore effort doesn’t stray far from the thematic and aesthetic playground of its predecessor, Ultrasound combining the best elements of three decades of low culture in creating a sound that is as satisfyingly fresh as it is ultimately familiar. Strains of every great pop/rock band from the early WHO to REDD KROSS infects SPLITSVILLE, who take their musical cues from the one-hit wonders, cult TV and B-movies that make American culture the envy of the entire globe.

STRONTIUM 90
Police Academy

(Pangea/Ark 21 Records)
What is surprising about this first tentative recorded grouping of Sting, Stewart Copeland and Andy Summers isn’t that it’s a pretty decent collection of demos, but rather that these sides took so long to reach the light of day. Originally a project of former GONG member Mike Howlett, STRONTIUM 90 was truly primordial POLICE, with a lot of the musical ideas that would be fleshed out by that successful trio first shown on the studio tracks included here. Although the live songs offered by Police Academy have been previously bootlegged as the POLICE’s first show...and in a manner, it was....taken as a whole, STRONTIUM 90 was the antecedent on which the Police’s success was based, Police Academy a valuable look at the roots of one of the eighties greatest bands.

Max Vague's Timing
MAX VAGUE
Timing

(MetroLord Records)
With Timing, his fourth release, MAX VAGUE has pulled a few new musical twists out of the seemingly endless bag of tricks of his, mixing healthy portions of Britpop influence with his usual ethereal progressive fare. With more melodies and livelier song structure added to his trademark musical marksmanship, VAGUE has developed into a world class tunesmith. The title track, however, might well be his finest moment. With its sneering throwaway line “you’ve come this far, you might as well swallow,” the song is a near-perfect accounting of the struggle an artist faces in retaining their integrity as well as a wickedly satirical look at an industry that devours lives and creativity alike. Originally conceived as an eight song EP, VAGUE and bassist Ross Smith flew off the deep end into insanity, ending Timing with a twenty-eight minute instrumental opus. Dark, eerie, provocative and deceptively mesmerizing, “Crack In the Sky” serves as an excellent bookend to Timing, carrying the listener beyond the dreams spun with the preceding songs, sojourning into the dreamland from whence they came.

VARIOUS ARTISTS
Reggatta Mondatta

(Ark 21 Records)
It probably sounded like a great idea at the time – take the songs of the POLICE, arguably the musical popularizers of “reggatta de blanc” or “white reggae,” and get a bunch of authentic Jamaican artists to record them as a tribute to the band. The result is Reggatta Mondatta, a hit-or-miss collection of, yes, classic Police cuts interpreted by the artists who originally influenced the band’s sound. When Reggatta Mondatta shoots straight, like with SHINEHEAD’s amazing reading of “Jamaican In New York” or ZIGGY MARLEY’s “One World (Not Three),” the disc hits a bull’s-eye every time. Other efforts, such as those from ASWAD or MAXI PRIEST, are lost on these ears. If you’re a fan of the POLICE, you’ll probably find Reggatta Mondatta a fitting nod to the band’s legacy; otherwise, proceed with caution.

Reggatta Mondatta

 

Friday, August 20, 2021

Archive Review: The Bottle Rockets’ Brand New Year (1999)

The Bottle Rockets’ Brand New Year
Forever doomed, it seems, to working the cult-following fringes of the alt-country music scene, the Bottle Rockets return to the indie ranks with Brand New Year, a solid, if not spectacular set of songs. The band’s overwhelming appeal has always been in the songwriting skills of Brian Henneman and the shit-kicking country/rock hybrid that underlined the lyrics. 

With Brand New Year, though, Henneman hides behind a co-writer on seven cuts out of the fourteen, kicking in only three solo songs. Contrast that with the eight solo cuts he wrote for 24 Hours A Day, arguably the Bottle Rockets’ best effort, and you’ll see where Brand New Year falls off. When Henneman is collaborating with folks like ex-Georgia Satellite Dan Baird or producer Eric “Roscoe” Ambel, the results are lively, with the writers working well off each other. Other collaborative efforts sound more strained and lifeless.

That’s not to say that there isn’t some good music to be found on Brand New Year – several cuts here will produce smoke and flames from that five-CD changer of yours. The Baird collaboration, “Nancy Sinatra,” is as funny as it is naughty, “I’ve Been Dying” shows more attitude than any dozen punk songs you’d care to name while the anti-technology cut “Helpless” paints Henneman as a joyful luddite. The powerful “Gotta Get Up” is a minimalist anthem for every blue-collar Joe whose life revolves around the 40-hour week. With cranked up amps, tortured guitars and brilliantly simple lyrics, “Gotta Get Up” effectively portrays the working class grind.

However, the flat spots on Brand New Year, especially the inane “The Bar’s On Fire,” detract from the album’s musical high points. The result is something I never thought I’d hear from the Bottle Rockets – an uneven album. Even a mediocre Bottle Rockets’ album is better than almost any other band you’ll hear, though, and Brand New Year’s best cuts still stand head-and-shoulders above 90% of the dreck you’ll find out there. (Doolittle Records, released August 10, 1999)

Originally published by Alt.Culture.Guide™, 1999

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