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Bibi Tanga and the Selenites: Dunya


RIYL: Massive Attack, Curtis Mayfield, James Brown

Red flags go up whenever musical artists describe their music as having “no rules” – as Bibi Tanga does on his MySpace page. Tanga must know there are rules when recording music. If there weren’t, he would certainly have produced an anarchic stew of disparate noises like Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music. No, Tanga is a much more structured musician than that, and he and his sidekick (Professeur Inlassable – “Professor Tireless”) have put together a record that has “world traveler” stamped all over it – and having it on National Geographic’s record label reinforces that fact.

Dunya is trippy, funky, lyrics are sung in English, French, and Sango (the native language of the Central African Republic where Tanga’s family comes from), and there are loops the Professor weaves into the mix that give the songs modern flourishes. In short, Dunya isn’t only a mixture of funk, African rhythms, jazz and hip-hop, it’s also an album that takes us into space age chants about the moon – a recurring theme throughout the album.

One of strongest tracks is “Gospel Singers,” which starts off with a dissonant toy xylophone loop coupled with a kind of “Ah-Ah-Ah” sound reminiscent of the “Friday the 13th” opening title sequence. But all that dissonance gives way to Tanga’s high pitched, yet soulful vocals and some Sarah McLachlan-esque co-vocals that round out the song in a harmonious and passionate way.

Curiously, the least imaginative song on the album is the lead single “Red Wine” – with its laconic rhythm and equally listless vocal delivery that makes for a poor introduction to Tanga’s music. Songs that really show Tanga in top form are the ultra-funky “Swing Swing” and “Shine” – both channeling a kind of James Brown/Prince vibe. Also, I thought “Bonjour Monsieur Jean” was a gem with its neo-jazz/trip-hop pastiche of Parisian sounds nicely reflecting the years Tanga spent growing up in France.

Overall, Dunya is an album that will take a few listens to really “get” what Tanga is doing with the musical influences that have inspired him. Knowing that he was the son of a Central African Republic diplomat who lived in a number of countries, and he grew up on the steady diet of funk, new wave, hip-hop, indigenous African sounds and jazz, will give you an insight into where he’s trying to take the listener. He doesn’t always succeed in his endeavors at bringing parts of the world to the listener’s ear, but when he does, it’s as sublime as a full moon rising in the evening sky. (National Geographic 2010)

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Nada Surf: If I Had a Hi-Fi


RIYL: Josh Rouse, Rogue Wave, The Silver Seas

The cool thing about alt-pop band Nada Surf is that they appear to always do things their own way. For whatever reason, though, they stayed together all these years and broke through in 2005 with The Weight Is a Gift, which was produced by Death Cab for Cutie’s Chris Walla. The band continued some of that magic with 2008’s Lucky, and instead of lying low as they had planned, decided to release an album of cover tunes. Fast-forward to today, and If I Had a Hi-Fi. While it’s a set of songs that varies widely from the known (Depeche Mode’s “Enjoy the Silence” and The Moody Blues’ “Question”) to the currently hip (The Go Betweens’ “Love Goes On” and Spoon’s “Agony of Lafitte”) to the mostly obscure (Bill Fox’s “Electrocution” and Macromina’s “Evolucion”), the base of this is Nada Surf’s signature sound, which is akin to Josh Rouse or Ben Folds fronting a modern version of the Beatles. And it’s that sound that is so endearing. That said, there is something about this album that, while nice enough, may leave you wanting more. That could be because Nada Surf’s original material is that good, or it could be that they just chose these songs on a whim based on what they were listening to at the moment. Surely we can’t fault them for taking chances, because they even covered Kate Bush’s “Love and Anger.” But one or two covers on a new Nada Surf record would have worked just as well. (Mardev 2010)

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Me, Myself, and iPod 6/3/10: A true Disney princess

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Memorial Day, plus a super-busy movie screening schedule, threw this week into complete chaos. It didn’t help that I’ve been sick. I know, wah wah wah. Sorry, I’ll quit whining.

The Like – He’s Not a Boy
With Mark Ronson at the helm, the Like out-Locksley Locksley with this catchy slice of ’60s pop.

Cowboy Junkies – Cicadas
The press release boasts of the band finally operating independently, but that’s about the only thing that appears to have changed about the band, from the sound of this song from their upcoming album Renmin Park.

Quitzow – Cherry Blossom
Man, who slipped Daft Punk the ecstasy? I want to shake that person’s hand.

Setting Sun – Sacrifice
Fans of Joseph Arthur and Pete Yorn, take note.

Anna Rose – Whispers
She’s Alan Menken’s daughter. Yes, that Alan Menken. But this tune is closer to Joni Mitchell than “Kiss the Girl.”

Tracey Thorn: Love and Its Opposite


RIYL: Everything But The Girl, Beth Orton, Amy Rigby

TraceyThornThough it’s a bit jarring to consider, it has been 11 years since the last proper Everything but the Girl studio album (1999’s Temperamental), and singer Tracey Thorn’s solo output in that period has been relatively sparse. Love and Its Opposite, her first new disc in three years, is worth the wait—an extraordinary adult pop record, full of meditations on middle age, its disappointments, and tiny victories.

The somber piano ballad “Oh, the Divorces!” opens the record, with Thorn employing her distinctive, languid voice to emanate empathy as she imagines the sad scenes leading toward a relationship’s downfall and aftermath. She ponders the reticence to wed in the first place, in “Long White Dress,” casting the wedding gown as love’s “opposite,” while quietly celebrating those who demur. Fear of loneliness, however, sends the protagonist to the “Singles Bar,” where life as a cougar ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. “Can you guess my age in this light?” she asks. “Who will be taking me home tonight?” This triptych forms the foundation of the record, delivering a melancholy take on aging, romance, and sexuality.

Elsewhere, Thorn’s wit pokes through on the up-tempo “Hormones,” and she floats on the danceable groove of “Why Does the Wind?” making one miss Everything But The Girl just a little bit. In all, however, Love and Its Opposite argues convincingly for Thorn’s continued viability as an artist, solo or otherwise, and as a chronicler of the everyday. (Merge 2010)

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The Purrs: Tearing Down Paisley Garden


RIYL: The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Velvet Underground, The Brian Jonestown Massacre

The Purrs Tearing Down Paisly GardenThere’s much to be said for a band like the Purrs, with ten years together and six solid releases under its belt. They might not be household names, but they’ve never compromised their music to raise their profile. This is where the music comes out ahead, and Tearing Down Paisley Garden is yet another winner.

At seven songs, Paisley is not quite an EP, though had it been released in 1972, it still might have been considered a full-length album. And then, looking at the makeup of the songs themselves, Paisley could even be called an “odds and ends” kind of collection. “Only Dreaming” and “I Move Around” are covers of songs by ’80s goth rockers Red Lorry Yellow Lorry and the late Nancy Sinatra collaborator Lee Hazlewood, respectively. And “Just a Little More” and “It Could Be So Wonderful” are new recordings of old songs, which explains the oddly out of time reference to “the president” in the former.

In spite of what could easily have been a set-up for a major bomb, Paisley plays like a strikingly cohesive collection, exhibiting all the Purrs trademarks – Jason Milne’s cutting lead guitar lines, Jima’s lackadaisically cool detachment and sarcastic wit, and that reverb-laden, psychedelic shoegazey sound married to seasoned pop songcraft. If there’s anything different about the Purrs this time around, it’s a subtle but noticeable uptick in their mood compared to last year’s excellent Amused, Confused and More Bad News that comes through even in a downer like “I’m Slipping” – which in this case keeps a song about sexual transgressions against a friend from devolving into a pity party. And in the case of the disc’s closing tune, “Always Something In My Way,” the title ends up coming across less as a complaint and more as a celebration of the challenges that would crush a lesser person. Clearly, these Seattle stalwarts are having more fun than ever, which is exactly how a good rock record should sound. (self released 2010)

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