JEFFREY MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #857.596.231!
David 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.
– Go God Go (Sparks) :: What if George Harrison’s Beatles had been an ’80s pop band instead of
a ’60s pop band?
– 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 rock
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.
Maria Taylor – 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 – Kleerup (Astralwerks) :: Synthesizers! Sequencers! Drone! Need I say more?
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 result.
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.
Tin Star 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!