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Compliments of the Mysterious Phantom
The funky, outlandish groove of Fly
town nose blues lays the basis for Kirk to lay it out on the flute.
Over the cool bass line of Volunteered slavery, Kirk engages
in guttural, playful chatter with his band a la James Brown and his JBs.
At all times, it seems the band is riding the crest of a wave Kirks
imagination. And just when it seems the wave might crash into earnest
confusion, a new current of musical notions sweeps along, transcending
the mess. But with just eight songs, its over all too soon, leaving
a wanting for more of Kirks odd musical vision.
American Life showcases the
high quality of Madonnas musical integrity, from the deeply
personal lyrics to the chording and arrangement style. The albums
emphasis lies more heavily on acoustic guitar than any of her previous
14 albums, especially her most recent, Music. However, one
realizes the guitar work was not the handiwork of the diva with a
quick look at the liner notes.
The White Stripes
The hype surrounding The White Stripes gained much momentum following
the release of their third album, Elephant. And what is not
to like about it? The duos presence together plays off perfectly
in terms of steady musicianship and lyrical dialogues back and forth
between the two vocalists.
In this strange and prepackaged New
World of the next millennium, punk has finally reached the tender
age of politically correct cleanliness and responsibility. Freyas
As the Last Light Drains is ten tracks of what youd
expect in good, clean, safe punk, with a sort of social angst replacing
the speed-freak mentality. The requisite rapid-fire drums and frog-down-the-throat
gurgle are all here, but when combined with the (highly commercial)
Cant we all get along? message, the whole thing
seems more than a little out of rhythm.
While there is far too little elbowroom
for any originality in the here-now gone-tomorrow world of commercial
top-twenty bands, a few up-and-comers still try to push the envelope,
or at least poke it with a stick. The Emily Shrine, while sailing
in the safe and shallow pop/thrash waters of the teen angst Emo
sea, still manage to put together a nifty sound with enough waves
to keep the ears perked up.
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