Heard
Here
YAndrew
W.K.
I Get Wet
And
indeed he does. If you havent seen the cover for the album,
you should look at it right now. It shows Andrews face covered
in blood. Its the face youd expect on a guy who just
got thrown out of a heavy metal concert in 1989 for getting in a
fight. Andrew is just that man. He is ready to rock and doesnt
mind if a few noses get broken along the way. I Get Wet has been
reviewed so well and received so much hype that I wanted to hate
it, but I couldnt. Sure its dumb. None of the songs
have more than a few lines repeated over and over to a beat which
makes you want to slam into your friends and shout back at Andrew.
If you like your music clever, soothing, romantic or relaxing, this
is not the CD for you. On the other hand, if you enjoy knowing all
the words to songs with titles like Party Hard and Party
Til You Puke (yes, those are two different songs) then
happy friggin birthday because this ones for you.
Not to slight Andrews motives. I imagine there is a lot more
behind this album than the bloodied face. I Get Wet is far too funny
to be taken without a healthy dose of irony. Which may be too bad.
I prefer to think of him taking all of this completely seriously,
but I dont think he is. He has a too little in common with
Meat Loaf to be without a sense of humor. Dont get me wrong,
I dig Meat Loaf, and Andrew W.K. too.
I recommend this album with a fist in the air. On second thought,
make that two fists in the air.
Emma Straub
The
Village Voice Presents
Love Songs for New York
Love
Songs for New York, presented by the Village Voice, is a CD that
the New York publication put together in the wake of Sept. 11. What
is really nice about this CD is that it represents a large range
of emotional responses not only to the attacks but also to New York
in general. The Voice did a really nice job, garnering the talents
of both the darlings of popular music and some people nobody ever
heard of. These include Moby, Mekons, Loudon Wainwright III, and
my beloved Gogol Bordello. In fact, I kind of want to write my review
of Gogol Bordello instead of this CD.
Anyway, Gogol Bordello is this band fronted by this guy who deejays
the weekly Bulgarian nightclub on Canal Street. The band is made
up of five or six musicians, one belly dancer, two small children
and a lot of Bulgarian outfits that look kind of like someone stole
the entire wardrobe of Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors. Theyre
amazing and crazy and make jokes about building stages with only
a hammer and a sickle and I love them. If you ever have the chance,
go see them. They will make you dance.
Ok, back to the CD. There are a few good songs. Theyre all
about New York, theoretically, although Mobys track sounds
just like all of his other songs. There are a few more ambient and
lame tracks, but there are also unexpected gems like Ari Upps
reggae song, which includes the chorus, Dont say nothing
bad about New York / Dont say nothing bad about my city /
Its good to me and thats all I care about, and
also features hand-claps and children singing. Genius. Also good
is Loudon Wainwright IIIs song about the A train. Also good
is Andrew W.K.s anthem I love NYC. Brilliant.
In short, this album is full of love songs for New York. I love
New York and so I love this. If you dont love New York then
who needs you. Buy this CD if you want to be a good person and support
the September 11th Fund, which you should, because New York is the
best place on earth and I dont care what anyone else says.
Emma
Struab
Donovan
Greatest Hits
Hows
your mellow quota these days? You may not be in the habit of measuring
your mood on that scale, but I suggest you begin immediately. Those
unfamiliar with the aforementioned feeling should have a little
talk with Donovan Leitch. For novices, the Greatest Hits album should
keep you floating in a semi-transcendental haze for quite some time.
This Scotsman will show you parts of yourself you cant imagine,
surely, your inner child, wide-eyed and blissful. You will be shocked
that you ever scoffed at happy-go-lucky psychedelic crap because
there is a time and place when nothing is more appropriate than
lying on your bed, freaking out, listening to Hurdy Gurdy
Man (possibly high on codeine directly after getting your
wisdom teeth pulled).
Written in India, Donvan said of that amazing song, My chords
like a mantra, and in my head I heard power guitar riffs and wild
drums...ecstatic trance vibes... This is exactly the sort
of thing that my father, Frank, disapprovingly refers to as hoogie-moogie,
a category which includes everything from yoga and marriage counseling
to tarot cards and new-age cults (and probably soy milk as well).
He lived in Los Angeles for many years, so go figure.
In fact, Donovan offers far, far more than just hoogie-moogie stuff,
though it is all stuff at which Frank would decidedly roll his eyes.
The songs on this album, together and within themselves, present
a shocking blend of influences. Its debatable whether this
blend is fusion per se, or something messier, a potpourri,
the world-traveler who wears too many souvenir-accessories. I am
skeptical of such attempts in most areas of life (fusion cuisine
generally gets a big thumbs-down from me, for instance) but in Donovans
case, its working.
It works because whats consistent is the personality that
yielded such deranged tunes, also because its
actually good. With the album comes a little note from Donovan in
which he acknowledges several producers and musicians with whom
he collaborated, (among the musicians on this album are John Paul
Jones, John Bonham, and Jimmy Page, the Jeff Beck Group, Suzi Quatro).
He adds, however, I know the song-writer defines the genre.
Thats me. You will experience many styles of music. All are
me. All are you. This life presents the most varied possibilities
of art. Lets be open to all. Hope you dig the music, man!
These styles of music include a strong folk sound in songs like
Colours, directly a product of Donovans mentor
Derroll Adams, and influenced by Woodie Guthrie and Pete Seeger
with its handy banjo work. Catch the Wind is another
song in this vein, and its great, but the early pronouncement
that Donovan was Britains answer to Bob Dylan was really crazy.
If what holds Donovans body of work together is that all
is [him], its absurd to compare his personality with
Dylans. Donovan is a very happy, loopy guy.
Not to mention funny looking and snaggle-toothed, my goodness. Funny,
but if you listen to Donovan for a long time without picturing him
at all, you will think of him as your lover. Never your boyfriend,
but forever your lover. Senior Emma Straub declared that Jeff Buckley
was her boyfriend in a recent review for The Review. That makes
perfect sense. Some musicians are your boyfriends, my most ready
examples being Sting, Mick Jagger, Alex Chilton and, in fact, Bob
Dylan. But others are strictly lovers. Donovan falls into this category,
with Leonard Cohen in a major way. Leitch is particularly lover-ly
in Sunshine Superman, with lines like Ill
pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind, yeah,
Donovan! The lover is out there, deep, mystical but fleeting, the
stuff of hookahs and flutes and harps and man-skirts and tears.
Anyway, Donovan dabbles in all categories; the maddening There
is a Mountain is a Zen ditty with Caribbean flavors
and exotic power. Always loved the tempo of the islands. And why
not?
This strange rhythm is from Barbados, in fact. The song
is from me. Guess who said that? The Gap-immortalized Mellow
Yellow is Donovan in a jazz mode. For Jennifer
Juniper, Donovan sings in his French accent! There is some
major woodwind action going on here and I feel really good about
it. He cites Bob Marleys influence on the ska-sounding Riki
Tiki Tivi which is bold to say the least.
Have a good sit-down before you get involved with Atlantis,
one of four bonus tracks. It begins with a long spoken introduction
and will rock your world every time. Among the more popular is the
wonderful Wear Your Love Like Heaven, with a good vibraphone
thing happening, and of course Season of the Witch,
a song that, according to Donovan, prophesized the pot busts of
himself, the Rolling Stones, and the Beatles in London.
I love Donovan, I dont care what anyone says. Youll
excuse me as I have to go listen to Dark Side of the Moon while
watching the Wizard of Oz and smoke the pot Ive
been growing in my dorm room.
Nina Lalli
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