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Reviews of new releases from Unida, Noreaga,
and Teri Thornton
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Teri
Thornton
I'll
Be Easy to Find
(Uni/Verve)
Of related interest: Nina Simone, late Sarah Vaughan,
Carmen McRae |
Just when we thought all the great jazz singers had headed
to that late-night club in the sky, Thornton comes out of
obscurity and wins this year's Thelonious Monk Competition.
As a young singer coming up in the early '60s, she recorded
one disc for Fantasy (just reissued) and seemed headed for
the big time (or at least as big a time as jazz could then
offer). Thirty-five years later, she's back--kicking. She
isn't your usual lovely Wunderkind passing as this
year's model. Thornton's voice is a deep and husky contralto,
not pretty by conventional standards. But like Nina Simone's
vox, Thornton's singing is strong, emotive and filled with
the power of her convictions. She has Betty Carter's ability
to slur a phrase like she's dropping a yo-yo off the World
Trade Center; or, she can play it straight in the world-weary
tone of Carmen McRae or Sarah Vaughan, turning lyrics inside-out
with a delicate subtlety that lets you know she's been there,
done that, and lived to sing about it. And when she sings
the blues, she rocks like she wants to shake them off forever.
That must be what 35 years of waiting will do to a girl.
Bill Smith
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Noreaga
Melvin
Flynt Da Hustla
(Penalty)
Of related interest: Capone-N-Noreaga, N.O.R.E. |
Don't get it twisted--Noreaga is thugged out for real. It's
well known among headz that Nore lived the street life many
talk about, surviving to tell his own tale. He took the hip-hop
world by storm last summer with N.O.R.E., a joint that
had necks snapping nationwide to highly charged beats. The
spazzed-out "Superthug," a track you either loved or hated,
had cats going nuts and became one of 1998's top songs. On
Melvin Flynt, he adheres to the murderous spitfire
raps associated with Queens MCs, lacing the album with many
memorable lyrics: "Chinaman, Chinaman, need some coke/his
girl do the wild thing/like she know Tone Loc." The production,
handled by EZ Elpee, SPK, the Neptunes and Trackmasters, is
thorough for the most part, falling down only on a couple
of cuts. The third installment of "Blood Money" is one of
the dopest tracks heard in a while, with its rock introduction
flipping into a beautiful, pounding melody. As he collaborates
with Missy Elliot (on "Wethuggedout") and the Ca$h Money crew
("Play That Shit"), Noreaga proves that he possesses the skill
to keep it fresh for the headz.
H.V. Claytor Jr.
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Unida
Coping
with the Urban Coyote
(Man's Ruin)
Of related interest: Kyuss, "Fairies Wear Boots," ditch
weed, motocross |
I admit it: I harbor a non-stoner's weakness for heavy stoner
sounds. Still, since I have a roommate who favors Pink Fairies,
Motörhead, AC/DC and--oh yeah--those mighty Black Sabbath
clowns, I rarely have to seek out any new like-fried metal
throb. Now and again, though, I'll trip over a bit of hard
rock in the course of my curmudgeon's daily orbit, discovering
a new crew of longhairs homesteading in hell with a proper
mix of technique and wild abandon. Hatched in the bombastic
drug-rock desert scene that lingers in the American West,
led by former Kyuss vocalist Johnny Garcia, Unida currently
ranks as my guiltiest of guilty pleasures. This yelping pack
of sunken-chested, red-eyed youngbloods nips and snatches
at the tail of its leather-lunged point man with a propulsive,
seething mix of rubbery guitar riffs, high-as-the-sky vocal
wailing and furious leaden backbeats. Unlike Kyuss' wonder
stew of psychedelic rumblings, Unida carries its Sabbath-ine
weight on a quicker set of paws. If you haven't gotten in
touch with your inner 13-year-old white boy all summer, reach
out for Unida today. My best advice: Keep a tape of Coping
on hand for those desperate moments when you're trying to
convince your one friend with a pickup to give you a ride
home from the Jockey Club. Just don't expect the tape back.
Ever.
Sam Soule
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published October 6,
1999 |