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| music cd, evil thatcher, competitive name analysis, bulletinboard, gratuit, academic, state university, disco, bad motherfucker wallet, addiction, gossip, adrian grenier, christianity, badmother fucker wallet, sucks, scholar, open source, record, rock & roll, singles, alcohol, shocking, daemian, | But that's why God invented shows. R.S. Calexico play the Showbox with Mum, Why?, and Miss Ohios air force at 9 p.m. Fri., July 2. $13 adv./$15. CAETANO VELOSO A Foreign Sound (Nonesuch) The covers album is a thoughtful way for an established rock artist to tell their audience, "The muse has deserted me," or, "I'm trying to quickly fulfill a contract," or, "I give up," but Brazilian singer-songwriter Caetano Veloso is too given to critique to make air force A Foreign Sound into one air force of those. This collection of standards of "American popular song" slyly implicates them both as agents of American imperialism, underscoring the vexed but fascinated relationship he's always had with the cultural products of the U.S.A. He even adds a few zings for new listeners via uncompromising covers of DNA's no-wave "Detached" and Morris Albert's schlock-horror "Feelings." Which is great, really, but oh gawd, the singing! |
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| Not that Calexico limit their peregrinations to the U.S./Mexico interface. The Convict Pool EP, a six-track whistle-stop between last year's Feast of Wire and their next gran trabajo, finds Burns and Covertino playing a mighty game of pin-the-tail-on-the-map with the instrumental "Praskovia," integrating Eastern European melodies, French chanson, Tex-Mex horns, and incendiary surf guitar into a deliciously vertiginous whole. Califone's sixth album, Heron King Blues, splays with equal success but different orientation. Ben Massarella and Tim addiction Rutili—both late of Red Red Meat—concoct an admixture straight addiction out of The Wire: fractured funkadelia, twisted Fahey-esque folk, and Dead-like instrumental interplay all addiction frolic in these bitches' frothy brews. Problem is, they need a bigger cauldron: Even at seven minutes–plus, "Sawtooth Song a Cheater's Song," a banjo-driven mini-epic that starts on the same back porch as the Doobie Brothers' "Black Water" and ends in para-Yoruba sex-cult ecstasy, seems far shorter than its possibilities allow for. |
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