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Boston Phoenix CD Reviews
JANUARY 4, 1999:
*1/2 Various Artists
N.W.A "STRAIGHT OUTTA COMPTON" 10TH ANNIVERSARY
TRIBUTE
(Priority)
Earlier this year, Priority released In tha
Beginning. . . There Was Rap, an uninspired tribute to the early years of
hip-hop featuring new-school MCs such as Redman, Keith Murray, and the Wu-Tang
Clan taking on classic rap tracks. Feeding off the old-school revival, and its
impressive back-catalogue, Priority brings us the N.W.A "Straight Outta
Compton" 10th Anniversary Tribute -- a remake of the fierce album
that introduced gangsta rap, or at least the media catch-phrase, to suburban
voyeurs, Tipper Gore, and the hip-hop mainstream. Featuring a large sampling of
second-generation, cut-rate gangsta rappers, the 10th Anniversary Tribute
highlights a couple of memorable MCs who lend unique voices to these
well-worn rhymes -- Snoop Dogg and newfound labelmate C-Murder on "Gangsta
Gangsta," and the Nuyorican trio Big Pun, Fat Joe, and Cuban Link on "Quiet On
Tha Set." Mainly, though, the project is a testament to the power of N.W.A's
stripped-down beats (almost identical to the original tracks produced by Dr.
Dre) and raw street stories that remain incisive and funny, though less
shocking than they were during the Reagan/Bush years.
-- Michael Endelman
*** Tim Keegan & the Homer Lounge
LONG DISTANCE INFORMATION
(Flydaddy)
If you've heard of Tim Keegan at all, its probably from his
role on the last couple of Robyn Hitchcock albums. Keegan's been Hitchcock's
guitar foil for a while now, and Robyn returns the favor by sitting in on this
eight-song mini-album's last track, "Postcard from a Friend." The real
attraction isn't guest stars but the singing and songwriting of the Homer
Lounge's main man. Keegan has a pleasantly unassuming, perfectly English voice,
timbrally somewhere between Hitchcock and Ian McCulloch but without the
latter's overt portentousness. The songs he writes are equally low-key, jangly
folk-rock with instantly winning melodies that sometimes mask the lyrics'
subtle sense of humor. Even when Keegan gets big and loud, his overall message
never has less than two edges. "[We've] Got Everything We Need," which could
easily have gone the Oasis rock-anthem route, instead hooks a grunge guitar
chorus to lines such as "I found someone who cares about me more than I do,"
while the album's deepest melodic surge is saved for a track called "Save Me
From Happiness."
-- Mac Randall
**1/2 The Neon Judgement
DAZSOO
(Chipie/KK America)
Twelve years ago,
the Neon Judgement contributed two death-dances, "Chinese Black" and "Miss
Brown," to the founding of Belgian techno. Today, Jean-Marie Aert's operation
sounds less deadly melodic (almost joyful at times), but no less seductive.
Though Dazsoo's 11 songs feature enough of the scratchy effects of acid
house ("Up in Flames" and "Dis Go On," for example) to allow Aert's label to
file the CD under electronica, the focus here, as with all Belgian techno, is
on a combination of highly orchestrated echo and a down-deep, rapid-fire house
beat. Aert's signature style is to create tension, in a dark, guitar-inflected
track such as "Hdrom Temptation," between languorous orchestration and hurried
beat, keeping the dancer off balance and in suspense. In "Jazzbox," "O.R.P.,"
and "Mirror," the CD's three best cuts, Aert's distant, echo-distorted vocals
pierce the gloom, gently reproaching the dancer for not being able to make up
his mind. Unhappily, Aert feels the need, in "Turki" and "What a Day," to ape
the styles of Transglobal Underground and Daft Punk.
-- Michael Freedberg
**1/2 Pete Rock
SOUL SURVIVOR
(Loud)
With rap music these days aiming
more for hyper-stimulation than relaxation, Pete Rock's solo debut Soul
Survivor is a true rarity. Despite his limitations as an MC, Rock remains
one of hip-hop's most consummate beat-makers, and Soul Survivor easily
vies to be one of this year's most listenable rap releases. But like many other
producer-based albums, Soul Survivor's reliance on cameos guarantees an
uneven mix. Method Man ("Half Man/Half Amazin' ") and CL Smooth ("Da Two") take
impressive turns at the mic, which isn't the case when Big Pun and Peter Gunz
get their chance. And Rock's own monotone rhymes simply can't carry an entire
album. But, from the stunning drum breaks on "#1 Soul Brother," to the lively
Barry White reworking for "Rocksteady Pt. II," to the sultry, jazzy tones of
"Mindblowin'," Rock proves that his production skills can stand on their own.
-- Oliver Wang
*** Nothing Painted Blue
THE MONTE CARLO METHOD
(Scat)
Can you be too
intelligent to play in a rock band? Vocalist/guitarist Franklin Bruno has
certainly faced the question since the late '80s, when he and two friends at
Southern California's Pomona College formed Nothing Painted Blue. While the
group's angular, indie guitars and strong rhythmic sensibilities are
ØPB's foundation, it's Bruno's lyrics that have always distinguished
this band. On their sixth album, Bruno is characteristically literate and
playful with language ("History stutters like it's got Tourette's/Ignoring the
meaning of its epithets," from "Modern Again"). He sides with underdogs and
outcasts in "2nd Class Citizen," and "Developer's Dream," late-bloomers in the
fast-paced "Growth Spurt," and loners in the tender "Explorer Scout." His
unassuming vocal delivery contrasts neatly with his subtle yet complex
songwriting -- nimble, jangly and jerky except for the occasional introspective
ballad. The Monte Carlo Method (the title may ring a Pavlovian bell for
mathematicians and stats geeks) reaffirms ØPB's standing as one of the
underground's smartest groups. Luckily, it's infectious and immediate enough
that you don't need to be a PhD candidate to "get it."
-- Mark Woodlief
** Nick Heyward
THE APPLE BED
(Creation/Big Deal)
Nick Heyward can
croon sweetly enough to make the girls swoon, but he's smart enough to kick
just hard enough to win some of the boys over too. The former leader of Haircut
100 employs melodramatic strings, bittersweet lyrics, and the occasional
charged guitars on The Apple Bed, his sixth solo album. The lion's share
of the songs rely on McCartneyesque pop devices, such as horn flourishes and
airy backing vocals. Heyward relies heavily on plaintive love and breakup
songs, but he adds grungier guitars to his pop arsenal on several of the disc's
stronger tunes. Hell, "Reach Out," with its heavy bottom end and Mellancampish
guitar riff, may be the closest the former new-wave sweater boy ever gets to
arena rock.
-- Dave Brigham
*** Junior Delgado
FEARLESS
(Big Cat)
Jamaican reggae "legends" may be
a dime-bag a dozen, but Junior Delgado's got enough cred to rope in respected
underground producers, who lift his remix album above most others in this often
fruitless genre. Working with previously released Delgado tracks, guests such
as the Jungle Brothers, Smith & Mighty, and the Specials' Jerry Dammers
splice in beats, samples, and raps, leavening the reggae with electronic and
organic doses. Each of the 13 tracks bounces off in a distinctive and almost
always enlightening direction. Faithless's Maxi Jazz turns "She's Gonna Marry
Me" into a pliable, meandering tune that isolates Delgado's unfathomably
soulful voice, tosses in a fluid piano vamp, and pulls up the low end with a
rubbery dub thump. In the politically charged "Sons of Slaves," British DJ Kid
Loops skillfully underscores the singer's haunting growl with breakbeats that
dramatize the vocal intonations. The big names come through as well: the Jungle
Brothers infuse the gritty soul track "Buffalo Soldier" with elegant street
harmonies and terse raps; and Dammers samples police sirens and dabbles in dub
to evoke the necessary eerieness in "Armed Robbery."
-- Richard Martin
***1/2 Duncan Sheik
HUMMING
(Atlantic)
After a year when even Beck
went singer-songwriter on us, male sensitivos are on the rise. And though it
may not have gotten as much hyperbolic press as Elliott Smith's gorgeous sob
story, Duncan Sheik's second album forwards a similarly ambitious blend of pop
and folk. With a text that evaluates the "beautiful masking" crucial to today's
facade-obsessed culture, Humming's ornate settings manage a kind of
homey extravagance that suits the singer. It's one of those albums on which
shimmering instrumental settings overwhelm lyrical vagaries -- like Van Dyke
Parks' Song Cycle, Nick Drake's Bryter Layter, and a few other
cherished discs. The stately musical furnishings inevitably become the main
focus. Even the "Varying Degrees of Con-Artistry," with its London Session
Orchestra girth, manages a pensive glamour that sucks you in deeper with each
new listen. Here's a thumbs-up for the guy who ponders the value of illusions
while creating one of the most gorgeous of the year.
-- Jim Macnie
*** Dmitri Shostakovich
MOVIE MADNESS
(Capriccio)
For nearly half a
century, along with his symphonies, operas, and chamber music, Shostakovich was
also writing soundtrack music for Soviet films. However brilliant his
orchestration, however ambitious his musical architecture, many of his most
"important" works are still a long drink of water. But most of the selections
on this delightful album of excerpts from his film scores are only two or three
minutes long. He used or invented popular tunes in his symphonies, but here his
borrowings are even more deliciously tongue-in-cheek. The film Golden
Mountain must be set in Vienna -- its Waltz is an infectious and admiring
take-off on Strauss. The "Liberated Dresden" scene from Five Days -- Five
Nights ends with an acidic orchestration of Beethoven's "Ode to Joy."
All of the Movie Madness the selections are taken from discs that
contain more complete soundtracks -- worth exploring someday. But for now, I'm
happy listening to these rousing, sentimental, and comic miniatures, vividly
played by the Berlin Radio Symphony Orchestra under Michail Jurowski, James
Judd, and Leonid Grin, and sung exuberantly by Swetlana Katchur, Jelena
Zaremba, and Wladimir Kazatchouk. This is Shostakovich at his most charming and
understated. I haven't seen any of the movies, but I like guessing what the
stories might be. In fact, since I like to create my own scenario for his
longer works, the very fact that Shostakovich wrote so much film music
reassures me. How could all that musical visualization of screen images not
have influenced his concert music?
-- Lloyd Schwartz

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