vrijdag 19 augustus 2016

Capsule review: Dan Black - [Un] (2009)


Damn, that's some good cheesy synthpop anthems. Waferthin melodies, sung blankfaced into Fisher Price mic.

donderdag 18 augustus 2016

Capsule review: Terry Callier - What colour is love (1973)


I always thought it was pink, but Terry sings it black and blue. That's why he's the artist, I guess.

Capsule review: Alice Coltrane - Universal consciousness (1971)


Wow, so this is what everything at the same time sounds like.

Capsule review: Fence - The winding (2016)


Fence songs are never linear. The winding, indeed. Drift in and out of fragments. Takes a deceptive while to figure out. Here grooves run free. At times the rhythm section find themselves on a tightrope with no recollection how they got there. A good place.

Capsule review: dEUS - What we talk about (when we talk about love) (2006)


dEUS' last old style EP single is more grasping in the dark. The title track may be the fullest realization yet of Tom Barman's electro JJ Cale aspirations. Slinky. But three alternate versions only teach us: 1. its seductive groove is a studio creation (FM acoustic radio version), 2. Barman enjoys long vacations in Spain ('Sentimientos, quando hablamos de amor'), 3. remixes are the lowest form of wit (Untitled remix No 1). I had my suspicions all along.

Capsule review: Margo Guryan - Take a picture (1968)


Sometimes a man needs his slightly jazzy, 60s pop chanteuse mother figure to tell him everything will be alright. 'What can I say to make the bad things go away?' ('What can I give you'). Invite me for tea and I know I'll make it through.

woensdag 17 augustus 2016

Capsule review: Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - How I long to feel that summer in my heart (2001)


Gorky's always worked best in small doses. Got it just right on 2001's The Blue Trees EP. After they beefed up the sound with strings on this majestically humble heartbreaker. Fabulous for one LP side. By the second side I no longer care.

Capsule review: Gilberto Gil - Realce (1979)


Musica Populeira Brasileira smoothed out in the late '70s like they switched from ice cream to soft ice. Gil is no exception but his gift is melodic invention, and he carries it through. Makes me smile, but no more, Gil. (first listen)