Category: CD Reviews (Page 216 of 399)

Hotel Lights: Firecracker People

The sticker on the jewel case says it “may be the perfect road trip record,” but that’s utter nonsense – unless you’ve got a Jolt Big Gulp and a few boxes of No-Doz, Firecracker People should under no circumstances enter your car’s CD player during a long drive. This isn’t really a knock against the second effort from Darren Jessee’s Hotel Lights, but anyone expecting music as pleasantly poppy as the stuff he helped create with the Ben Folds Five is going to be disappointed (or asleep by the sixth track). Like Hotel Lights’ 2006 self-titled debut, the new record is a long, pretty drift through one gentle, mid-to-non-tempo ballad after another; when the pace picks up a bit toward the end, with the ever-so-slightly swinging “Nobody Let You Down,” it’s like someone set off a cherry bomb in a library. Still, these songs have a definite lighter-than-air charm, and for Folds fans who have tired of his incessant tongue-in-cheek humor, Jessee’s gentle sincerity will provide a sweetly melodic counterpoint. It may make for crappy road trip music, but it’s an awfully nice soundtrack for a rainy day. (Bar/None 2008)

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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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Ry Cooder: I, Flathead

Ry Cooder’s artistic ambitions have always driven him to be an archivist of sorts, from his earliest days as a session player serving a wide array of A-list artists, to his initial solo efforts retracing the blues and on to his later forays into world music, including the groundbreaking collaboration with Cuban musicians that birthed the universally acclaimed album by the Buena Vista Social Club. More recently, Cooder’s musical explorations have veered closer to home while remaining no less eclectic. Consequently, I Flathead completes his so-called California trilogy that began with Chavez Ravine and My Name Is Buddy, an album cycle which spans the underlying influences that steered the state’s native sounds, from rock ‘n’ roll and rockabilly to the feisty sounds emitted from its barrooms and barrios. Country still claims the most attention here – as evidenced in the titles “Johnny Cash” and “5000 Country Music Songs,” each of which references initial influences – but rock, ragtime and mariachi music also add to the mix. The deluxe edition adds a 96-page narrative that further underscores the premise (a group of guys racing in the salt flats and a fictional band of vintage variety) but whether the songs serve the story or vice versa is really no matter. An album driven by ambitious intents, I, Flathead is a new milestone on Cooder’s journey of rediscovery. (Nonesuch 2008)

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Gus Black: Today Is Not the Day

Gus Black has always purveyed a terse subterfuge, a sound that has its foundation in singer/songwriter tradition and blanketed by thick atmospheric ambiance. This is, after all, an artist who pared down his handle to Gus for his first couple of releases, dressed an early album cover almost entirely in black and then drove the point home by including a cover of Black Sabbath’s “Paranoid.” If Black’s last album, Autumn Days, suggested an idyllic aside, his latest, Today Is Not the Day enforces the fact that dark days are indeed here again. Black could make Elliott Smith and Jeff Buckley seem positively radiant by comparison, and, title aside, a cover photo of him emerging from the shadows, gun pointed towards the listener, offers no small hint of foreboding. These are songs cloaked in hushed, haunted circumspect and nocturnal rumination, melancholy, shoe-gazing melodies from a dark cellar where the sun rarely intrudes. It leaves the listener on the fringes, although a pair of songs – “Blood And Belonging” and “Little Prince Town” – suggests Black could be a little more embracing if he wasn’t so bent on introspection. (Cheap Lullaby 2008)

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Emily Wells: The Symphonies: Dreams, Memories & Parties

According to her official biography, Emily Wells walked away from a major label deal when she was still a teenager because she wanted complete creative control over her music. And by complete creative control, she meant “complete creative control.” Not only does Wells write all of her own music, she also produces, mixes and records it on her own, in her own studio that she built by herself (and she walked barefoot in the snow uphill both ways to buy mixing boards, most likely). She’s really pushing it with her “I’m my own artist” image, and she should take it down a notch because her music can’t compete with it, not yet anyway. On her debut album The Symphonies: Dreams, Memories & Parties, Wells proves that her demand to write and perform her own songs was right; she is a great songwriter, unique singer and competent violin player. Unfortunately, though, she’s not a very good producer or mixer. When she lets the songs speak for themselves, they’re great, but she rarely lets them. Instead she buries them in overdub after overdub, creating a dizzying echo effect so powerful that anyone listening to the album on headphones might pass out. Phil Spector’s Wall of Sound production has nothing on Wells and her homemade, self-taught production methods. For her, a single wall isn’t enough, and tracks like “Fair Thee Well & The Requiem Mix” and “In The Barrel of a Gun” are surrounded with a Dome of Sound, assaulting the listener nonstop from all sides. Wells’ has potential as a songwriter and performer, but she has to let someone else take the reigns behind the scenes, or she’ll bury herself alive in her own music. (Creative Control)

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