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Q&A
SONIC REDUCER
Portland's
Greatest Record Reviews
...Or something like that, anyway.
BY ABRAM GOLDMAN-ARMSTRONG, JOHN GRAHAM, BECKY OHLSEN, BILL SMITH
AND SAM DODGE SOULE
243-2122
HALF JAPANESE:
HELLO
(Alternative Tentacles)
In my No. 1
Jad Fair fantasy, the scrawny, bespectacled Half Japanese singer
is an evil nerd enacting brutal revenge on those who spurned him
in high school. The cheerleader who shot him down is in his kitchen,
bound with electrical tape, and he's prancing around her adoringly,
singing about how perfect she is and how awesome their love will
be: "Filled with joy--that's us, filled with joy." When Jad says
"sweetheart"--as in "Best of the Best" from Half Japanese's latest,
Hello--he sounds as menacing as Jack Nicholson in The
Shining. In "No Doubt," he asserts, "Our love is stronger than
the ticking of the clock/ Stronger than the bully of the block/...I've
never been happier." It's the way he says "I've never been happier"--it's
just too emphatically sincere to be credible. There must be evil
lurking.
In my No. 2
Jad Fair fantasy, he's a grownup Harry Potter, a wimpy little guy
who destroys monsters. But the band's monster songs haven't been
as good since they started learning how to play their instruments.
Which is the problem with this whole record: The love songs are
too pretty, and the noisy songs aren't crazy enough. "Mississippi"
and "10:00 a.m." sound almost Jon Spencerish. "Jump in the Mess"
is actually sorta funky, which is fine, but it's not what you want
from Half Japanese. Where's all the noise? Take away the angry-geek
vocals and random background screams in "The Good Side" and you'd
have nothing but a boring rock song. Call me old-fashioned, but
I liked it better when they couldn't play. (BO)
Jad Fair
plays at Meow Meow on Monday, April 2. 9 pm. $7. All ages.
GUIDED BY
VOICES: ISOLATION DRILLS (TVT)
To anyone who
thought Guided By Voices' "meteoric" rise from an underground sensation
of obscure lyrics and shattered British Invasion tactics to one
of the most dynamic performance bands of the late '90s indie circuit
was over, think again. On Isolation Drills, Commander Bob
Pollard guides his vise-tight crew through familiar GBV air space:
flowery mod pop, '70s hard-rock theater, the odd bit of sound fuckery.
Then, with the production talents of Rob Schnapf (Elliott Smith,
Beck, Foo Fighters), the whole squad locks in on a wild blue yonder
of epic (untrademarked) freedom rock. "Glad Girls," with its undeniable
hook and self-satisfied chorus of "Glad girls, I only want to get
you high," is a sure bet to be the big hit. I'm also liking the
romantic confusion of "Skills Like This" and the quiet, fatalistic
acknowledgement of "How's My Drinking." You want a band that can
save the radio? Well, do you? (SDS)
Guided By
Voices plays at Crystal Ballroom on Friday, May 30. 9 pm. $10. All
ages.
HOT WATER
MUSIC: NEVER ENDER
(No Idea)
Any band named
after a Bukowski book, even though perhaps not the most inspired
group in the U.S., wins some sort of extra credit. Yet one
has to wonder what ol' Hank Chinaski would think of these tightly
wound emo mongers. Would he see their angina shouts and anthemic
choruses as an appropriate complement to his whiskey-stained breakdown
tales? Or would the infamously sloppy drunk find Hot Water Music's
crisp-riffing emocore too clean, too clear-minded, too clever by
half? Probably the latter. But for sweatshirted suburban outsiders
seeking some sort of soul clarity--and a soundtrack to their very
own special spiritual punk journey--this two-disc set would make
a good friend indeed. Sorry: Poetry not included. You'll have to
write your own. (JG)
Hot Water
Music plays Pine Street on Monday, April 2. 8:30 pm. $8. All ages.
BILL FRISELL:
BLUES DREAM (Nonesuch)
It's the latest
micro-trend in jazz hybridization. Call it the "Delta Dabble," an
attempt to approximate early blues records to spite our high-tech
age. Junk Genius' recent Portland concert showed what can be done
with the form, whipping up a retro-rustic atmosphere with nary a
blues lick played.
Seattelite Bill
Frisell, one of jazz's most creative gene-splicers, has been working
out the kinks of his own melding of jazz, country and blues. On
Blues Dream, Frisell tries to combine disparate thoughts--horns,
pedal steel, dissonant blues licks--and doesn't get far. Like a
DIY classic auto kit, the parts are all here, shiny and new. Turn
the key, and there's no spark. Each of the disc's 18 (!) tunes seems
a mere set-up for a blues-like dirge and another meandering Frisell
solo while the guys vamp behind him. It's like a soundtrack without
the footage.
There are brief
moments. The country waltz "Where Do We Go?" shows some structure.
"What Do We Do?" finds its wings in a nice duet between Frisell
and Leisz, and the mournful fanfare "Fifty Years" gives the horns
something to do. But overall this feels like an exit on Route 66.
You can see the city poking up in the distance, but for now it's
just desert. (BS)
THE LEVELLERS:
HELLO PIG (China) MCDERMOTT'S TWO HOURS VS. THE LEVELLERS: WORLD
TURNED UPSIDE DOWN (Hag)
The Levellers
started off with fiddle-driven punk, grinding out three albums that
provided perfect soundtracks for many a cider-driven crusty party.
In the early '90s, however, the anarchic British "traveller" scene--a
loose movement of roaming neo-tribalists and Luddites--gave way
to rave. The Levs, long associated with the travellers' iconoclastic
Gypsy subculture, responded by becoming less frantic and more dance
friendly.
On Hello
Pig, the Levs' latter-day penchant for loops and distortion
experiments fully blend into the music. The distorted fiddle and
vocals on songs like "The Weed that Killed Elvis" create a dark,
smoky feeling. "Edge of the World" holds true to their earlier sentiments,
while "Sold England" proves they haven't lost that political bent
and still have a touch of that former urgency.
Last fall, two
of the lads from McDermott's Two Hours, the Brighton, U.K., Celtopunk
band that once inspired the Levellers, borrowed the Levellers' rhythm
section for a recording session. The resulting album is an excellent
collection of original folk songs. Ranging from the anti-war lament
for "Harry Brewer" to "Another Campaign," a call for agrarian rebellion,
to "Blue Bandana," a sea shanty, the songs are reminders that traditional
music is not merely the province of old folk groups, and can still
be political. (AG-A)
The McDermott's/Levellers
album is
available through the Levellers' website, www.levellers.co.uk.
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