Again, my alphabetisation skills are shown to be lacking. My excuse is that this resides down in the Soundtrack section.
Film director Terry Zwigoff engages in one of the most delightfully self-indulgent exercises I can recall. Just as the Steve Buschemi character in the film collects rare blues 78s, so does Zwigoff.
Thus this CD is an intriguing mix of such relics, plus some exotica from the Caribbean and India. Zwigoff also got a few jazz bands to recreate some songs he couldn’t license plus a few originals.
It all hangs together like the soundtrack to some grainy black and white archive piece that predates the talkies…
The track selection and sequencing is first-rate, apart from a couple of weird tracks – a rap from the film that is very grating, and a hilarious blues spoof Picking’ Cotton Blues that could easily have appeared on a Spinal Tap collection.
The absolute winner track is the opener, however, which is ridiculously infectious:
The CD would be worth it for that tune alone. The remaining rough diamonds are a big bonus.
File under: Spookily splendid