MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #596.231!
Lanz – Liverpool: Re-imagining The Beatles (Moon Boy) :: Shrewdly
eschewing the cloying saccharine sentimentality that mars most Beatle tribute records, pianist Lanz and his band exhibit a
thoughtful jazz-tinged sensibility that sees original melodies tastefully blended into lush new realms of atmospheric sound
such as “Because I’m Only Sleeping” and “Rain Eight Days A Week.” Add on a couple of sublime
Fab-inspired originals and you’ve got an exceptional album the likes of which either Creed Taylor or Manfred Eicher
would’ve been proud to have released during their CTI and ECM heydays.
Fred – Go God Go
(Sparks) :: What if George Harrison’s Beatles had been an ’80s pop band instead of a ’60s pop band?
Yakuza – Of Seismic Consequence (Profound Lore) :: If you’re
looking for a one way doom ’n’ gloom excursion that’ll leave you stranded out where the busses don’t
run, then this is the prog metal album for you. It surprisingly surpasses all aural expectations by fusing ominous ambient
atmospherics with mournful midnight mass saxophones and bone powdering guitar. Season with echoing vocals that evoke the best
of Kyuss’ John Garcia and the Obsessed’s “Wino” Weinrich and you’ve got a recipe for disaster—literally.
Please, sir, I want some more.
Matt And Kim – Grand
(Red Ink) :: What if John Catto’s Diodes had been an ’80s synth art rock band instead of a ’70s punk art
Dance Party – Touch (Hell Ya!) :: It sure didn’t take me long to realize that
this is a hip hybrid of The Time’s frail-chasin’ masculinity and the Rolling Stones free-basin’ femininity
back when they were going through their pansy sailor suit and trawled on makeup phase—or am I thinkin’ of the
New York Dolls after they went Commie? Either way, this outrageous oral extravaganza is a smart ’n’ sassy synth-soaked
power pop pastiche of disco-dancin’ pud-poppin’ bathroom bliss.
Sevendust – Cold
Day Memory (Asylum) :: Melodic melodies and three part harmonies inharmoniously merge with malodorous Drano-drinkin’
vocals. File under: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Kilmister.
Great Lake Swimmers – Lost Channels
(Weewerk) :: According to the front cover promo sticker, Mojo mag says this is “Ambient Zen Americana” but that’s
an ignorant lie by a rag that reviews too many records for its own good. I know ambient when I hear it and this ain’t
it unless you consider folk songs sung by a Neil Young impersonator Music For Fairports.
– Lady Luck (Nettwerk) :: Maybe I’m dreaming, but on tracks like “It’s Time” and “A
Chance” she sounds like a female Eno doing her own airy side two of Before And After Science. Then again, maybe
I gotta lay off them pickles and ice cream before I go to bed.
The United Steel Workers Of Montreal
– Tree On The Tree (Weewerk) :: They’ve got the greatest band name since the Reverb Mofos and they’ve
got the greatest album cover since Jeff Beck’s Guitar Shop. Then how to explain that, instead of muslin-bleachin’
metal, I get wonky banjo-pickin’ shades of Boiled In Lead? Beats me, but I like it.
– Kleerup (Astralwerks) :: Synthesizers! Sequencers! Drone! Need I say more? More!
Brent Randall And Those
Magnificent Pinecones – We Were Strangers In Paddington Green (Endearing) :: If Gilbert O’Sullivan
and Julee Cruise had formed the Asylum Choir instead of Leon Russell and Marc Benno, this might have been the ’luded
The Hundred And Thousands – The Hundred And Thousands (Nettwerk) :: Sounding like
Midge Ure’s Ultravox with a Cheap Trick chaser, this might be the ultimate apex of ’80s Euro synthopop.
Orphans – Yonder (Sparks) :: Unlike a double D divorcee with too much hooch under her heaving halter-top,
this one takes a while to get going. But when it does, it quickly unleashes a sensuous six minute violin-laden instrumental
that quickly kicks into shorter schizo songs with gnarly Aqualung vocals which are loaded with personality—and
I’m all about personality.
Barzin – Notes To An Absent Lover (Monotreme) :: Sensitive
soft-spoken songs about lost love and broken hearts that taps into a sliced open Bryan Ferry vein.
PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Romi Mayes – Achin In Yer Bones (self released) :: Many moons ago I lauded this
hot hellcat for her last release Sweet Somethin’ Special. Well, she’s back with yet another set of electrified
countrified cautionary tales told from a small town woman’s view. Only this time she seems be in a lot lighter mood,
which is even better—but don’t let your guard down ’cause this is one dangerous dame.
Be seeing you!