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Proud Simon: Anchors Aweigh


RIYL: Train, Maroon Five, Great Lakes Swimmers

Given their generally unabashed, straightforward pop perspective, Proud Simon runs the danger of being mistaken for just another modern rock contender. Under ordinary circumstances, that predicament might ensure some anonymity, and subsequently doom them to the ranks of the also-rans. Fortunately, the band’s steely attitude and clear devotion to duty shows a decided sophistication that suppresses any frivolous tendencies while making them an outfit well worth considering.

Still, as a follow-up to the band’s thoroughly impressive sophomore effort, Night of Criminals, this five-song EP falls short of the high bar set previously, and for that reason, falters by comparison. Happily, opening track “Anchors Aweigh” shows their better instincts remain intact, and while the songs that follow vary somewhat in terms of quality, each offers sufficient cause for further listening. EPs are generally a stopgap offering anyway, so there’s every reason to expect that succeeding efforts will keep the quality intact. As things stand now, Proud Simon has no need to be humble. (Proud Simon 2009)

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Zero 7: Yeah Ghost


RIYL: Radiohead, Jose Gonzalez, Sneaker Pimps

Zero 7 is a project more than a band – so while Zero 7 tours as a group and has actual band members, it’s still technically the brainchild of British producers Sam Hardaker and Henry Binns. And some of those “band members” are rotated out every album or so. Once you get a grasp on that, it doesn’t take much effort to like what Zero 7 is doing. And on their fourth album, Yeah Ghost, there is still the same electronica-driven pop, but with a few added dimensions this time around. In particular, singers Eska and Martha Tilston are new to the project, rounding out a lineup that includes a few regulars like Eddie Stevens, Tom Skinner and Robin Mullarkey. After a subtle opening instrumental, “Count Me Out,” there are some bouncy dance tracks, with Eska’s power-meets-soul vocal at the forefront of awesome tracks like “Medicine Man” and “Mr. McGee.” “Pop Art Blue” features Tilston’s folky timbre and there are some fine, if quirky, instrumentals, like the haunting “Solastalgia.” But the best track on here is “Swing,” an uber-catchy ditty that still has the Zero 7 “chill” trademark – and a song that immediately has the feel of an iPod commercial. This may not be the best Zero 7 album yet, but it’s not a huge regression, either. (Atlantic 2009)

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Timbaland: Shock Value II


RIYL: Scott Storch, Dr. Dre, Pharrell Williams

It has the Roman numeral II after its title, but Timbaland’s latest effort has more in common with the artistically bankrupt misery common to watered-down later sequels – think “The Karate Kid III,” “Jason X,” and “Superman IV: The Quest for Peace” – than any mere sophomore jinx can explain. As with 2007’s Shock Value, Timbaland assembles an eclectic-by-modern-standards group of guest vocalists to try and create a sort of jukebox effect; problem is, the once-innovative producer didn’t bother to come up with any interesting beats, and most of the artists in question – including Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry, and the dreaded Chad Kroeger – don’t have enough personality to carry these pedestrian tracks on their own.

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All things considered, there really should be some shock value in Timbaland collaborating with the likes of Daughtry and Jet, but there isn’t a song in the bunch that feels like anything more than calculated pandering, and the album lacks the kind of savvy songcraft that makes this kind of blatant soullessness forgivable. As competent as it is deeply unmemorable, Shock Value II will probably squeak out a few hits, but that’ll be more about the marquee value of participants like Justin Timberlake and Drake than anything to do with the music. Modern R&B at its most mechanized and least inspired. (Interscope/Mosley 2009)

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Deadstring Brothers: Sao Paulo


RIYL: Rolling Stones, Black Crowes, Gram Parsons

Armed with both a rock ‘n’ roll swagger that befits a band from Detroit, and an English retro feel courtesy of a pair of British expatriates, the Deadstring Brothers meld their disparate influences with an intrinsic roots rock insurgence. In fact, on first hearing. the Deadstringers are dead ringers for the Stones, thanks in large part to singer Kurt Marschke’s Jagger-esque slur and moan. And, given the band’s penchant for haggard, bottleneck ballads and a weathered sprawl, a similarity in sound to classic albums like Beggars Banquet, Exile on Main Street and Let It Be becomes all but unavoidable. Toss in the decadent influences of Gram Parsons and a hint of Steve Earle, and the quartet’s synthesis of heartland sentiment and Brit-rock precepts becomes practically seamless.

With that in mind, any sense that Sao Paulo would find the band opting for a marked change in direction via a bossa nova beat or a south of the border flair becomes completely mistaken. The title track bleeds dark desperation, its gaunt, bittersweet delivery finding a comfortable fit with the band’s usual mix of back-alley narratives and sneering arch defiance. The brash rebellion inherent in “Houston,” “The River Song” and “It’s A Shame” affirm the quartet’s antagonistic attitude before ceding the spotlight to the weary circumspect awash in the album’s final trio of entries, “The Same Old Rule,” “Yesterday’s Style” and “Always a Friend of Mine.” The common thread that lingers throughout is an unmistakable sense of disillusionment that embellishes every note and nuance, painting San Paulo as a place most adventure-seekers would probably choose to avoid altogether. (Bloodshot 2009)

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Marillion: Less Is More


RIYL: U2, Simple Minds, Radiohead

It seems a somewhat formidable task to encapsulate two decades of music within the span of a dozen tracks, but Marillion’s latest makes the case that it’s at least worth trying. Summing up the group’s progress following the transition from original singer Fish to current front man Steve Hogarth at the end of the ‘80s, this modest anthology holds together remarkably well, each song segueing seamlessly into the next with scarcely any change in tone or tempo. One can only surmise that that the band is either a stickler for consistency or simply at a loss for new ideas; either way, their sprawling, unhurried sound is as spare as the album title suggests. Songs begin with little more than a few notes on a keyboard or the simple strum of an acoustic guitar before acceding to an underlying, unresolved tension that ripples just below the surface. When the material soars, as with the slightly more emphatic “Hard As Love” or via the bebop rhythms of “If My Heart Were a Ball,” Marillion manage to emulate the plaintive tomes of U2 and Simple Minds. However, aside from the “hidden track” “Cannibal Surf Babe” and a moving cover of Radiohead’s “Fake Plastic Trees” – one of two live bonus tunes – the melodies are somewhat diffuse, showing only a lackluster attempt at capturing a more emphatic sound.

Ironically, when Fish sang with the band during their formative years, Marillion was far more dynamic, though they were constrained by the notion they were simply a poor man’s Genesis. Less Is More suggests the Fish connection is still there, but it’s more like the kind that seeks a hook to hang on. (Eagle Records 2009)

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