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The Flaming Lips
Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots (Warner)
This
new one’s comparable in many ways to the Lips’ last joint,
the magnificent Soft Bulletin, presenting their robo-bumpkin, philharmonic,
acid folk rock in what’s again almost a concept album. Fed into
by concurrent film-score projects (one of “epic C&W,”
the other sci-fi melancholia), Yoshimi’s main inspiration was
the sudden passing of their Japanese friend Yoshimi, a record-store
owner in Osaka. The album’s first act pits a karate girl against
a love-struck killer robot in a candy-coloured arena of eros/thanatos
before wandering off into frontman Wayne Coyne’s kind-bud epiphanies
about mortality and love. “It’s Summertime” is in
fact something of a letter of condolence to Yoshimi’s sisters.
Grand yet intimate, ambitious yet naïve, truly beautiful stuff-the
soft-focus sunset sensation of the summer. 9.5/10 (Rupert Bottenberg)
Morcheeba
Charango (Warner)
After a less than stellar third album, British downtempo trio Morcheeba
get back in the ring with Charango, a 12-track slice of bona fide trip
pop. Still mixing influences from old-school hip hop to country and blues
(not in the same song, thank God), Morcheeba prove that they can still
write a catchy vocal hook. This time they’ve also asked a few friends
for help. Slick Rick, Pace Won and Kurt Wagner (from Nashville’s
Lambchop) lend some of their writing and vocal talents to the mix. Don’t
look for anything new or cutting-edge here, people, this is just quality
pop music best suited for weekend warriors who still call it “electronica.”
7/10 (Raf Katigbak)
Death by Chocolate
Zap the World (Jetset)
The little mistress of chocky bits is back with an impressive follow-up
to Death by Chocolate’s swinging ’60s-centric debut, doing
the time warp again with an ice lolly and graham cracker in hand. The
world of wah wah pedals, cutesy Brit-cars, The Avengers and, of course,
sweets is explored with maniacal precision in perfect little spoken word
passages, pop chansons and quaint instrumentals. Like a dessert overload,
this will either leave you in bliss or covered in your own vomit. In any
case, Anglophiles, this is a nice alternative to Austin Powers. 8/10 (Lorraine
Carpenter)
Imperial
Teen On (Merge)
Crafty melodies, relentless hooks, breathless excitement, cooing calm,
synths, handclaps, boy/girl vocal trading… did people make this?
With their third album, produced by indie vets Anna Waronker (That Dog)
and Steve McDonald (Redd Kross), San Francisco’s Imperial Teen draw
from krautrock (Neu!), early ’80s new wave (New Order) and the classic
pop rulebook for something undeniably charming and timeless. Recalling
Sonic Youth, Stereolab and Belle & Sebastian, this one’s an
indie pop crowd pleaser, so do turn On. 8.5/10 (Lorraine Carpenter) With
the Breeders at Café Campus, July 26–27
Fuad
and the Feztones In the Valley of Kings 7” EP
(Ricochet Sound)
With
all the understanding of and sensitivity to Islamic culture of a wine-soaked
knight from the Crusades, fake Egyptian frat rockers Fuad and co. dish
out their first platter (in “hieroglyphic sound”!). Stuffing
four tunes into seven inches of black wax-remember those?-the
fezzed ones deliver thick, greasy, collegiate R&B numbers that never
spare the requisite sax. Fuad’s nerdy snarl and Rich N. Ready’s
nifty bass stylings will strike a chord with Gruesomes fans. Upbeat,
fun and well-assembled-it’s Tut-uncommonly good! 8/10 (Rupert
Bottenberg)
Record
launch at Jupiter Room, Fri., July 19, 10pm, $5
Original
Sinners self-titled (Nitro)
Still rocking and rolling after all these years, X’s Exene Cervenka
brings some gold ol’ raunch to her new ensemble-ex-members
of the Distillers, Sluts for Hire and Dementia 13-with a little
ranch on the side. This is where that L.A. punk spirit meets country melodies
and vocal inflections, giving Cervenka ample room for her distinctive
harmonizing, with bassist Kim Chi taking up the other half. More caffeinated
and barbecued than Canada’s cow-punk acts, the Original Sinners
offer a hot, hard-hitting debut, albeit not all that original. 7.5/10
(Lorraine Carpenter)
Red Hot Chili Peppers
By the Way (Warner)
The kinetic funk of earlier albums is left behind for breezy, easygoing
tracks, which is fine if you’re in your 40s like the Peppers themselves.
But I can’t help but feel a desire for some of that funky stuff,
a bit of rambunctious yelling and Flea’s trademark plucking, Frusciante’s
airy licks and Chad’s thunder. Like the old pros they are, the boys
can still rip it live, but even on the more upbeat moments, like “Throw
Away Your Television,” “On Mercury” and “Minor
Thing,” they sound asleep. At this point in their career, RHCP can’t
make a bad record, but this is more ballad than funk, more rock than roll.
6.5/10 (Lateef Martin)
Jason Loewenstein
At Sixes and Sevens (Sub Pop)
Recorded on analog reel-to-reel 8-track, Jason Loewenstein locked himself
up in various basements to record his first solo full-length album. An
integral part of lo-fi indie rock heroes Sebadoh, Loewenstein plays bass,
drums, guitar and handles all vocals for his new album. It’s hard
not to connect the similarities between the work he composes with Sebadoh
and his new solo effort, but At Sixes and Sevens is on the heavier side
and not quite so bummed out. Worth a listen for any longtime indie rock
fan. 8/10 (Jason Felker)
Will Smith Born to Reign (Columbia/Sony)
Jada Pinkett is singing on this record. The Fresh Prince has a duet
with his wife called “1000 Kisses” and it’s sweet
and all, but does it belong here? No. There’s a full orchestra
and string ensemble that show up on more than one tune, bringing some
much needed live instrumentation to this whole thing, but does it impress?
No. The only thing I’m impressed with is that Will Smith is so
rich and famous that he’s calling his own shots. The shots may
miss the mark more often then not, but, yo, somebody’s gettin’
paid. This record is the ace in the hole at a Grade 6 birthday party.
Enjoy. 5/10 (Scott C)
Patrick Dream & Nav Bhinder Bombay
2: Montreal Live (Bombay/Koch)
Pat & Nav pull out all the stops for a second excursion into their
orchard with a fluid mix of a dozen Bombay bumpers, some never released.
Things commence with Miguel Graça and Ottawa’s Trevor Walker
collaborating on a samba-flavoured kicker accompanied by well-placed
keyboard parts. Graça’s fine-tuned input also figures prominently
on some trippy, bassy, percussive housers, including his facelift of
the Roy Davis Jr. Afro-jazzer “Watch Them Come.” Marked
by horns, synth parts and a terrific drum programming scheme, “Second
Wind” is a standout churned out by up-and-comer Rise Ashen of
Ottawa. Derrick Carter and Chris Brahm also contribute to the soup,
which makes it hearty and satisfying. 8.5/10 (Peter Lightburn)
CD launch at Exit, Fri., July 26, 10pm
Minus 8 Minuit (Compost/FusionIII)
With no disrespect to Compost or Minus 8’s Robert Jan Meyer, Minuit
seems to fall into the growing dogpile of forgettable ambient jazz,
peppered with healthy Brazilian overtones. This record is indeed pleasant
to listen to, but the sweetness only comes when you actually stop listening
and concentrate on your drink, your conversation or that bug on the
wall. Not surprising that Minus 8 is trying his hand at movie soundtracks,
music that co-exisits with action and reaction, and comes to life with
the help of the visual medium. Unfortunately, there is no visual aid
included with this LP, so you’ll have to come up with your own.
6/10 (Scott C)
Polmo
Polpo The Science of Breath (Substractif/Fab)
Polmo Polpo is on some next shit. Unlike many of his contemporaries
in experimental techno, Sandro Perri (as he is called by his mum) finds
little enjoyment in simply sitting behind a laptop and clicking a mouse
(as should be evident by his amazing live shows). Working with layers
of cello and lap steel guitar, Perri breathes a new, organic life into
the sometimes cold world of cutting-edge dance music. With its rich
textures and dubbed-out, underwater atmospheres, The Science of Breath
is eight tracks of heady electronic soundscapes in a Detroit vs. Atlantis
stylee. Sweet. 8/10 (Raf Katigbak)
Truth Hurts Truthfully Speaking
(Aftermath/Universal)
Her breakaway hit “Addictive” may catch the ear, with its
Eastern rhythms flowing over a standard hip hop beat, but elsewhere
on this debut disc, it’s business as usual. The guest stars-Rakim
(“Addictive”), DJ Quick (“I’m Not Really Lookin’”)
and BET’s animation homegirl, Cita (“Queen of the Ghetto”)-provide
some rap flavour, but for the most part, Truth Hurts (aka Shari Watson),
provides a lot of attitude and surprisingly little truth. Even “The
Truth” is more who-did-who-wrong drama than insight. Truthfully
speaking, don’t expect much from this one. 6/10 (Gerard Dee)
Arto
Lindsay Invoke
(Righteous Babe/Festival)
After winning a Latin Grammy earlier this year for producing the latest
from MPB star Marisa Monte, Braziyorican guitarist/singer Lindsay returns
with his second release on Ani DiFranco’s label. Maybe it was
the time back home in Brazil (much of Invoke was recorded there), but
there’s less of the Big Apple grit that so perfectly balanced
the soft samba sounds on the previous record Prize. Which is not to
say that Lindsay has abandoned the NYC avant-noise on which he cut his
teeth. It’s there in the odd, diaphanous textures and mysterious
soundscaping onto which he lays his neo-tropicalia. Still, Invoke never
quite engages the way Prize did. 7.5/10 (Rupert Bottenberg)
Various Secret Ellington (True
Life)
This is indeed Ellington of the little-known variety-of the 14 tracks,
12 are newly uncovered songs by Duke and Herb Martin for the 1958 production
of Saturday Laughter, one that didn’t make it to the stage. The
CD has five instrumental tracks played by the likes of Joe Lovano (a
duo with Joe Beck on alto guitar), Eric Alexander, Bob Kindred and Joe
Locke. The vocal tracks feature Judi Silvano, Freddy Cole, Ian Shaw,
Jeffery Smith and Karen Oberlin. The arrangements are by Beck, Shaw,
Arturo O’Farrill and James Pearson. What could be more rewarding
than new Ellington material played and sung with feeling and love? Try
the two versions of “Only Yesterday” and be sold! 10/10
(Len Dobbin)
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