Author: R. David Smola (Page 6 of 7)

Ween: The Friends EP

A lot of critics embraced La Cucaracha as a return to form for Ween. That same enthusiasm was not shared by this writer. That album sounded as if Dean and Gene were just trying too damn hard to be the lampooning geniuses that their fans expect them to be. It didn’t work. This EP, which features a re-mix of the title track (a different version appears on Cucaracha) is a brilliant return to form and hits the Pet Shop Boys mark that the first version missed. You can just see the disco ball and roller skates as this one pumps delicious synthesizer and drum machine beats through the speakers. The dance floor silliness continues through “I Got to Put The Hammer Down,” a cute little ditty about a drug dealer. They capture a fun reggae vibe on “King Billy,” which is the exact opposite of the irritating “The Fruit Man.” “Billy” features a synthesized keyboard lead that sounds like half bug zapper and half fart machine. “Slow Down Boy” is a merger of the arty pop of 10cc and the sentiment of J.D. Souther. This is the kind of fun and fucked-up innovation we have come to expect from Ween. It’s a great return to form, even if it for less than 20 minutes. (Chocodog)

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Uriah Heep: Wake the Sleeper

Wake the Sleeper, the first new album from classic rock dinosaurs Uriah Heep, is a solid but unspectacular and ultimately unnecessary record from a band desperately trying to prove they can still rawwwwwk! This new effort by Deep Pur-…um, it sounds a lot like a Deep Purple record due to the excessive use of a Hammond organ and the Ian-Gillan-with-a-touch-of-David Byron vocals of Bernie Shaw, the longest-tenured singer and sixth overall (but only the fifth to appear on record). The first track, “Wake the Sleeper” is a noisy song that features a bunch of sound crammed into a small space blasting into your ear. The organ, the noodling guitar, the kinetic drumming accompanied by some ominous background vocals all seem to be competing for the spotlight, as opposed to individual instruments complementing each other. The other songs are decent; the problem is in the mix. The record suffers from ‘too much in too small of a space’ syndrome with the mid range so crammed your ear has no room to breathe. Producer Mike Paxman did not harness the band into a cohesive unit – instead it sounds like a bunch of competing parts. On the bright side, new drummer Russell Gilbrook carves out his own identity in taking over for longtime drummer Lee Kerslake. They are excellent musicians and a fine unit, it just doesn’t translate through the material and production. The Sleeper should go back to its slumber until a better producer can be located. (Universal)

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White Lion: Return of the Pride

It’s been 17 years since White Lion’s last record, Mane Attraction. With only original vocalist Mike Tramp left in the fold, the Lion is back with a nice chunk of progressive anthem rock called Return of the Pride. Playing the part of original shredder extraordinaire Vito Bratta is the very capable Jamie Law, who shows a few chops of his own on this surprisingly good record. Tramp’s lyrics are heady as he questions religion on “Sangre De Cristo” and examines Custer’s last stand on “Battle of Little Big Horn.” “Dream” is a big-ass song with swagger and licks to spare. Tramp’s raspy vocals sound spot-on as you can feel the arena…well, maybe the small club rocking, but they’re still big in Belgium. (Or is that Citizen Dick from “Singles”?) Get your lighters ready for the balladry of “Never Let You Go” and the first minute of “Set Me Free” before it settles into a big rock groove.

There is nothing incredibly innovative about the album; it’s just well executed, thoughtful, and extremely well played big rock. Keyboards and acoustic guitars fill the spaces between guitar virtuosity and layered backing vocals as Tramp and co-producer and bassist Claus Langeskov know how to get the most out of their sound. It sounds like an ’80s record, but in a good way. There is enough space to hear the instruments, as opposed to just a deafening set of the higher end with no bass or drums. It is crowded inside the White Lion sound, but clear. Listen to the snarling bass line in “Battle of Little Big Horn” and try to keep your toe from tapping and your head from banging. Return is a welcome and pleasant surprise. The inclusion of live versions of their two biggest songs, “Wait” and “When the Children Cry,” are unnecessary. It should be okay for a band to evolve and move forward even if celebrating their past in the spirit of their sound, especially with a record as strong as this one. It’s okay to move forward, boys. Really. (Airline)

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Cypress Hill: Playlist – The Very Best of Cypress Hill

Through a hazy funk of giant blunt smoke emerged the revolutionary sound of Cypress Hill in 1991, rap pioneers who blended trippy funk elements into the hip hop formula to create an unmistakable and infectious sound. Playlist culls tracks from each of their seven studio releases, with heavy reliance on the self-titled debut and the second release, Black Sunday (8 tracks of 14.) They talked tough and fronted the gangster attitude, but the delivery and the music never really felt menacing. You never got the feeling that they could snap themselves out of the ganja-induced haze to blow someone away as described in “How Could I Just Kill A Man.” The material is delivered as if hatched in a post pot party lyrical contest entitled, `Can you top this?’ The exception is “Looking through the Eyes of a Pig,” which could be the theme song for Vic Mackey, the anti-hero of “The Shield.” This song is a searing indictment of law enforcement; there is not a chuckle to be found. “Tequila Sunrise” is a stellar track featuring some eloquent Spanish guitar and horns as guest Barron Ricks trades rhymes about crime and droppin’ your enemies. I dare you to listen to “Insane in the Brain” without having it trapped inside your head for days. If you don’t have any Cypress Hill or own a greatest hits collection, this is must for you to add. (Columbia/Ruffhouse/Legacy)

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Rick Astley: Playlist – The Very Best of Rick Astley

Does the world really need another greatest-hits package (this appears to be the thirteenth) from a guy whose output has been fairly sporadic (6 albums) over 21 years? Granted, the Playlist series does an excellent job of giving you a cross section of the artist’s work along with an essay, some pictures and credits. Astley had one ridiculously huge hit “Never Gonna Give You Up” and several other singles that charted, but his output and his career could only be categorized as an underachieving one, suggesting that the Playlist treatment may be unwarranted. The first nine tracks tend to blend together and sound like one soulless ’80s dance number. The man possesses an incredible set of pipes, but so much of his career was spent crooning bland dance songs. The production and music feels sterile; his voice is soulful, but the material and execution of it is not. Only on the balladry of “Hold Me in Your Arms” or “Cry for Help” can you trace some sincerity in Astley’s delivery. That material engages him becasue he isn’t selling the synthesizer dance floor thing. “When I Fall In Love,” the Nat King Cole staple, is another good track from the collection. His future as a balladeer is where he belongs as the end of the disc clearly proves, should he get around to making more music anytime soon. (RCA/Legacy)

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