MUSIC ZONE
Zero 7 — When It Falls (Elektra)
Saurabh & Gaurav
When
It Falls is full of songs about break-ups, and also about reconciliation
and finding strength in those we love the most. On Speed Dial No 2,
Furler, whose voice has a unique elasticity declares, "I don’t
need you anymore," to a failed partner. Beginning with the slight
call of bells and chimes before settling into a slow groove, the album’s
opener, Warm Sound, presents one of the band’s four featured
vocalists, with Mozez, in top form. It’s pleasing to the ear and
proved a nice diversion from some of the more experimental works we’ve
listened to lately.
Best track: Warm
Sound;
Worst track: Look
Up;
Rating: ****
Talking Heads — The
Name of the Band is Talking Heads (Rhino)
This
live concert set, initially released in 1982, somehow slipped between
the cracks, making Stop Making Sense the only easily available
live album by Talking Heads. This year, finally, The Name of this Band
is made available to the listeners, and it definitely is worth the wait.
The first disc, which
features the original quartet, is brilliantly expanded with the original
LP sequencing completely intact and all the bonus tracks coming between
the LP sides (except for Heaven, the perfect album closer). The
second disc borrows a page from Stop Making Sense’s playbook
and recreates the entire set from stops along the band’s Remain in
Light tour, including a handful of tracks from the much-bootlegged
February 1981 performance at Tokyo’s Nakano Sun Palace. Highly
recommended.
Best track: Heaven;
Worst track: Found A
Job;
Rating: ***
Allison Moorer — The
Duel (Sugar Hill)
Allison
Moorer abandons the glossy textures and pop friendly hooks of her last
album Miss Fortune for a grittier, more lived-in sound on The Duel. The
rough edges haven’t been sanded down: the guitars are crunchier
throughout, and R.S. Field’s production is suitably unvarnished. On
the title song, her cries of lost faith rise out of a murky soundscape
sculpted solely by Steve Conn’s piano and Sonny Red’s bleak
harmonica lines. The sound of The Duel fits Moorer’s lyrical
concerns to a T, from issues of faith (the impassioned Believe You Me)
to a dying person’s request to hear a lullaby as darkness settles (the
achingly sad Sing Me to Sleep). Centerpiece All Aboard
opens with a slow, chugging bass and tense beat, and closes with a
wobbly, winding jam. The Duel is a fine statement of purpose as to where
Allison’s future musical directions are headed.
Best track: All
Aboard;
Worst track: Louise is
in
the Blue Moon;
Rating: **
New Found Glory —
Catalyst (Island)
American ‘pop’ punk
is maturing. Taking on elements from hardcore and other ‘core
categories, Florida’s New Found Glory has grown up too, with lyrics
more aggressive and real. Intro kicks the album off in style, a
thrashing hardcore anthem complete with shouted group vocals.All
Downhill From Here, the first single to be taken from the album, is
back in the softer punk sound, but still hints at something darker. I
Don’t Wanna Know features a sweeping string arrangement,
elsewhere, beyond the occasional flirtation with drum programming,
piano, and the irresistible new wave influence in late-album standout No
New Is Good News, New Found Glory stays with its old standby blend
of catchy punk-pop inflected with nu-metal.
Best track: I Don’t
Wanna Know;
Worst track: Failure’s
Not Flattering;
Album of the month
Air — Talkie Walkie
(Virgin Music)
One
of the more interesting things about Air is that they have the ability
to fashion their music after a given stylistic period without sounding
even remotely anachronistic. For those who could not handle the highly
complicated 10,000 Hz Legend, Talkie Walkie should tame your
frustrations. The first few sounds of the opening Venus are
gripping – with reverb and echo thrown everywhere. Godrich’s
influence can also be felt on Mike Mills, one of the only two
instrumental tracks on the album. Alone in Kyoto, the track
donated to Sofia Coppola’s latest film Lost in Translation
closes out the album. The song, does a tremendous job of living up to
its name, introducing a metropolis that is both overwhelming and
distant.
Best track: Venus
Worst track: Surfing On A Rocket
This
feature was published on September 4, 2004
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