Neil Young & Crazy Horse
Greendale - Reprise records
Were going on a little trip, folks
says
Mr. Young at the beginning of Greendale, and is he ever right.
This is classic Neil, the blue-jeans Troubadour of middle-American
angst and social displacement. While age has mellowed his bitter black
bile a little, the words still ring true.
In many ways this is almost a concept album, centering on the imaginary
rural valley of Greendale, a place where time stands still and the
world moves around people, not politics or beliefs. The tracks blend
from one to another like an old path winding through country junkyards
and old farmers porches, and the bonus live DVD filmed at Vicar
St. thrown in just helps make Greendale a place you wont
want to miss. Brandon Whitehead
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T.S.
Monk
Higher Ground - Thelonius Records
T.S. Monks jazz has been baptized in the waters of tradition
and has emerged reborn. It is your fathers jazz, but with fresh,
tight skin.
The brass section is dominant on Higher Ground, the first
CD release from T.S. Monks new company, Thelonius Records. But
theres also a modern vibe present on several of the CDs
nine selections. Instruments such as electric piano and synthesizer
contribute to that vibe, and it permeates Girl Watchin,
with its synthesized handclaps and electric piano riffs. Its
a selection that rocks with a funky beat and driving bass line, but
with melody and a precise technical execution that recalls the best
of traditional jazz.
On Ladera Heights, the band slows down a bit and swings
into a smooth, reflective jazz sound, an interplay between
trumpet and piano. If you enjoy the easy jazz piano compositions of
Dave Grusin, youll likely be drawn to this number.
Still, the most notable feature of this recording is that it swings,
rocks and bops until it stops. Would you expect less from a band led
by a drummer? T.S. Monk, a.k.a. Thelonius Sphere Monk III, has assembled
an eclectic collection of mostly upbeat tunes. From the fanciful scat
on Cedar Waltons minor jazz classic Mosaic to the
thumping beat of Millennium Dance, with its slippery-smooth
violin fills, the music of Higher Ground goes exactly where
the title promises it will.
This latest recording from the son of legendary jazz pianist Thelonius
Monk offers a stylistic range that will likely appeal to both jazz
neophytes and traditional-jazz junkies. Deborah Young
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Smash Mouth
Get the Picture - Interscope Records
Smash Mouths fourth album boasts credits including Neil Diamond,
the pen behind Im a Believer, (which the band covered
in its last album), plus the track Hang On features 2-Tone
legend Ranking Roger. Steve Harwells vocals, although quite
nasal, are so endearing and nostalgic one finds it impossible to not
sing along to the repetitive choruses.
Get the Pictures beat remains buoyant and bubbly throughout
the duration of the album, as if it is a bouncy ball on hyper speed,
only briefly taking a breath during specific songs. Space Man
and Looking for a Wall are two such instances; the slower
pace proved to be a much-needed rest. In addition, the melody and
accompaniment of Space Man skirts between major and minor
keys, giving out an air of mystery.
But the most noticeable difference that sets this album apart from
the groups other releases appears in the range of lyrical themes,
including a candid 9/11 tribute that pushes people to enjoy life even
in hard times. Of course no Smash Mouth album would be the same without
cheerful rantings about love and enjoying life to the fullest, and
Get the Picture is no exception to this rule. Jessica
Chapman
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Danny Krause
plain brown wrapper - antfarm
Danny Krause (occasionally accompanied by
Disappointments
the band, that is, not his emotional
baggage) has strummed his folksy pop tunes around Midtown
for many moons, slinking around with other pickers
like Forrest Whitlow and Chad honky-tonk Rex.
plain brown wrapper, his debut CD, combines some
of his classics (the excellent American
disgrace, for one) with a satisfying selection of
new songs that highlight his musing lyrics and
unpretentious melodies. No matter how you tear it,
aint nothing plain under this wrapper. Brandon
Whitehead
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