The full title of this album is a mouthful: “Sideways Soul: Dub Narcotic Sound System meets the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion in a Dancehall Style”.
I’m typically pretty dismissive of such lengthy titles, but at least this one is informative. The meeting of minds here is a wonderful combo.
Calvin and Co’s pop sensibilities hook up with the filthy, sloppy blues grooves of Spencer and his buddies in what must have been some action-packed recording sessions.
It sounds like we stepped in near the end of a pretty wild, yet laid-back party, where some close and talented friends are taking the piss out of their shared acquaintances. There are loads of in-jokes and adaptations of well-known lyrics. Johnson’s vocals are hilarious and seemingly effortless. The band get a series of funny intros.
Fudgy the Whale is 10 mins of lazy beats and all of the above elements:
I’ve been listening to this while chilling at a Thai resort occupied by a British version of the cast of Cocoon. I’ve kept this album inside my headphones lest I cause a spate of broken hips as my fellow guests find the grooves irresistable. It’s their loss.
File under: This soul is how I roll
I’ve been silent for the past couple of days as I transitioned from the hurley burley of Bangkok to the ludicrously laid-back vibe of the island of Koh Samui.
The soundtrack of this neck of the woods seems to be ocean waves, motor scooters, jetskis, Bob Marley and (inevitably?) Jack Johnson.
This bass-heavy work from Calvin Johnson alas does not get much airtime. It is a little more layered and funky than necessary for these environs. I suspect it would have worked much better in the visual smorgasboard and mash up of the nation’s capital.
The approach on this album is rare (at least for my collection). Guitars are set up almost in opposition to basslines, with the latter given much more ammunition. Johnson then piles on some pretty much spoken word vocals. It is a little like Beck’s early work, but with none of the folk pretences.
Sometimes this patchworking comes together brilliantly. The title track here (with some saucy female vocals) is a treat. Most of the tracks are very listenable and not too jarring. Occasionally the din outweighs the groove.
I suspect this album was loads of fun to make, and that it would work better live.
File under: Not hammock music…
Listening to this trio of releases from the DBTs has been a strange journey.
I was taken with the raucousness of album #1. The MOR #2 was pretty hit and miss. And this one is a curious middle ground.
The vibe is much more country than the predecessors – country of a mature, slow-paced nature. So we’re talking laments and tales of woe.
It doesn’t have the energy and aggression of #1, and I must say that was the DBT incarnation that got my blood flowing and my excitement levels up. Instead of picturing them in a dangerous bar (with chicken-wire) belting it out with abandon, now I see me seated, slowly sipping a beer and swaying along on a wave of their luscious tunes and entertaining tales.
So, I’m pretty happy with this one. Female lead vocals on three tracks is a nice addition, and it breaks up with it is a long albums (19 tracks in all).
If I’d never heard The Dirty South, I’d perhaps view this album as classic. So, give it a listen.
File under: Not so bright I’d need shades
The shift in style between the DBT’s Dirty South and this follow-up is quite stunning.
If wasn’t for the distinctive vocals I wouldn’t pick it as the same band. Gone is the grimy Southern rock and finely crafted tales. In its place is a much more mainstream, MOR rock approach. It’s a damn shame.
That previous release was a gem, while this could be a long list of bands (most of whom I wouldn’t cross the street to check out). Does the world really need another Tom Petty sound-alike outfit?
There are big bright glimmers of hope, however. Track 2, Gravity’s Gone is a fantastic piece of songwriting very well executed.
Likewise, Aftermath USA, is a classy variation on the “woke up this morning” standard. It certainly seems like there was quite a party around their place:
Those two tracks are the real exceptions on here, and coincidently the tunes where they most sound like their touring buddies The Hold Steady.
I am intrigued to give their next album another listen. I was convinced this was one of the bands I needed to see and embrace live, but now I’m a little less enthused (but only little).
File under: I’m leaning towards curse
This is the first album I have reviewed thus far that I only own in download form.
That seems rather inappropriate somehow, as these guys seem a long way removed from anything digital and new-fangled. This is rootsy Southern rock of the highest order.
This particular album is a thematically consistent collection. All the tracks tell tales of life down South, with a strong emphasis on the seedy and downtrodden. The trio of tracks about various crims dealing with a Sheriff of some renown (The Boys From Alabama, Cottonseed, and The Buford Stick all about Buford Pusser) are particularly captivating.
The band is happy to name-check prominent Southerners. Elvis, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee Lewis, and Sam Phillips all get a run.
This some wonderful hybrid of Springsteen and Earle in terms of story-weaving, with a sleazy, bar-room feel to the triple guitar backing. The vitriol on Puttin‘ People on the Moon would do either aforementioned artists proud:
The one ‘happy’ tune on here, about the joys of car-racing (Daddy’s Cup) almost gets me craving a steering wheel.
It is unforgivable that I am yet to catch these guys live.
File under: Dirty but Beautiful South
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I return to the world of female vocals, this time on the solo debut of one-time Throwing Muse, Breeder and Belly-er, Tanya Donelly.
Donelly has one of those voices anyone with a familiar with US (and indeed British) indie pop of the late 80s and early 90s will recognise. She was the one who wrote the more mainstream material for the Muses, and delivered the big hits for grrl supergroup Belly.
After many years with said outfits, she finally popped this little CD out.
It is a curious beast – much less rocky than her band work, more polished, and more folk-poppy (although there are moments were she kicks out a bit such as Landspeed Song and the opening track Pretty Deep is a gem of mid-1990s powerpop).
There is a slight same-same thread running through many of the songs, such that they meld into each other a little, but the quality is sufficiently high to keep me engaged.
She lacks the overt angst of Juliana Hatfield, the battiness of the Deal sisters, or the boundary-pushing of Liz Phair. The niche she has built is one I enjoy, however.
File under: Benign canine designs
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So I gave this album a spin while traipsing around the largest market I’ve ever seen (Chatuchak Market in Bangkok).
It worked perfectly as a buffer against any pleas of “try”, “cheap, cheap”, “love you long time” etc that might have been coming my way.
While I was still bombarded by a myriad of sights (and smells), DJ Shadow was soothing me with his (slightly) more gentle pastiche of sounds.
They were a perfect combination. So much of what I was witnessing was an intersection of various worlds (East and West, traditional and modern, spiritual and consumerist). And being Thailand, there was no shortage of “borrowed” ideas, and clever (although not always deliberate) reinterpretations of familiar designs.
That is very much were DJ Shadow is coming from – reshaping and reimagining sounds from across genres.
As an album this is more beat heavy and faster tempoed than its predecessor. But it is still more of a daytime headspace party than one you’d invite your friends along to.
I just learned that the most upbeat track on here was remixed for The Fast and Furious: Tokyo Drift, which featured the sort of driving I think most Bangkok residents would love to try if everyone else would just get off the roads:
File under: Join the Press Gang