Snap, crackle, power pop Telecommando Americano Material Issue Rykodisc There seems to be no Local Band Hell more deserving of the title than that which is found in Chicago. With the possible exception of a healthy–if a tad contrived–alt-country scene, Windy City bands slave away and slag each other as…
Only in a strange world would this happen: You settle down for a nice little afternoon nap and wake to the sound of the phone ringing. You answer, and an unfamiliar voice says, “Yo, this is Todd.” Dazed, you think to yourself, “Todd who?” But before you can ask, he…
Whenever–and whatever–he wants John Mellencamp deserves something. Sure, he’s a mouthy, pushy, arrogant guy who seems to take himself very seriously and often has a chip the size of an asteroid on his shoulder. In the past, he’s made much hay over “bad-ass” episodes like the punching out of a…
There’s nothing wrong with a little self-empowering confidence or belief in your mission, but there comes a time when you have to acknowledge that your plan ain’t workin’. After seven years and three albums, and a period of popular ubiquity in the early ’90s, Soul Food Cafe is facing that…
Smells like Texas spirit Gospel Tunes form the Bowels of Texas Various Artists Sutra U Records Big Hits Iron Bong Lost Records As apathy rules the local airwaves, albums like Gospel Tunes from the Bowels of Texas are welcome, if only for stirring the stagnant mud of industry-friendly rock. Even…
Do you hear a lone trumpet blowing Deguello as you walk from the parking lot to work each morning? Do you still mourn Lee Van Cleef’s descent back into television or wish you could peer icily out from under your flat-brimmed cowboy hat at your boss, slowly remove your cigar–a…
Eat or be eaten Picnic Robert Earl Keen Arista Austin Records It’s always an iffy proposition when a much-loved indie cult artist signs with a major label and makes the move to the big time. For sure, our hero deserves a global audience and riches for his/her good works. But…
The last two years of the sixties were a time of awesome transition in music, the nation, and popular culture, as well as the sound and personnel of the Byrds, the Los Angeles-based folk-rock band once touted as America’s answer to the Beatles (by Derek Taylor–the Fab Four’s own flack–no…
Twisted Willies Must’ve Been High The Supersuckers Sub Pop Records The similarities between punk and country have been remarked upon enough to skip here, so let’s just cut to the chase: In an arena filled with varying degrees of separation between the two camps, The Supersuckers’ Must’ve Been High is…
Things are beginning to happen for local blues stalwarts Tutu and Andrew “Junior Boy” Jones. Tutu has been in Memphis, where his latest album, Blue Texas Soul, on the Bullseye Blues label, was nominated for a W.C. Handy Award. Although he was edged out by Austinite W.C. Clark’s similarly titled…
Pop smart Unlike U2–currently flogging their tuneless pop as a vague multimedia concept, forced by megalomania to put it in quotation marks–the Cardigans stick to pop, pure and simple. The five young Swedes go for the sugar buzz of the three-minute song: melodies that cause toothaches, hooks that echo in…
Ich bin ein Berliner Burn, Berlin, Burn! Atari Teenage Riot Grand Royal Records You know you’re on the cutting edge of music when Art Forum magazine reviews your album and says you’re fresh; and it doesn’t hurt to have the Beastie Boys’ label Grand Royal and nearly every music mag…
In defense of space cowboys The first time you hear Jamiroquai, you might mistake it for an early Stevie Wonder single–something from back in the days when Little Stevie was too busy gettin’ down to do Disney soundtracks. In reality, what you’re hearing is a ’90s Brit-funk band that has…
Fort Worth’s Erotic D swims with some of the biggest fish in rap. A veteran of controversial industry figure Suge Knight’s Death Row Records, Erotic has worked with Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg, rapped with the group Life After Death, and gone on to a successful career producing other acts…
Reachin’ above your raisin’ Livin’ or Dyin’ Jack Ingram Universal Records Crossin the Line Barry Kooda Big Iron Records Each of these albums represents a longtime local musical mainstay continuin’ to develop past his point of origin. For Kooda, it’s that of one of Dallas’ founding punks; for Ingram, it’s…
When it comes to Las Vegas, the gambling and the naked showgirls and the 99-cent shrimp cocktails aren’t really what make it seem so different from the real world. It’s the bizarre architecture: Huge public buildings the size of Versailles or Blenheim Castle or the Kremlin abound there–while outside is…
It’s at times like these–after all the tabulation, assignments, editing, and production that go into the magnificent beast that is the Dallas Observer Music Awards–that I’m reminded of the last words of my late favorite uncle: “what truck?” No, the results this year weren’t as unforeseen as an 18-wheeler with…
Oh l’amour In the mid-’80s, no artsy high school music collection was complete without the pop avant-garde album Upstairs at Eric’s by Yaz–an early electronic project by the creative duo of Vince Clarke and vocalist Alison Moyet. After she left the band to embark on a modestly successful solo career,…
Rodney Crowell is one of those guys who was probably never meant to be a Nashville high-roller in the first place. Sure, he’s penned huge hits for dozens of top-echelon C&W stars, was ushered into patriarch Johnny Cash’s kingdom through his former marriage to the Man in Black’s daughter Rosanne,…
Music for buildings and food Orblivion The Orb Island Records Trace the history of ambient music, and you’ll touch on names like Tangerine Dream and Brian Eno, but when it comes to the history of danceable ambient music, Orb would be considered a founding father. Orb was the brainchild of…
Slaid Cleaves has a soft voice: not mumbled or insecure, just diminished. More than five years of living in Texas has diluted his childhood’s Maine inflections, but apparently has not lent him the trumpet-like blare that comes so easy to denizens of the Lone Star State. Cleaves–now an Austin-based singer-songwriter…
Function and form Swinging and Singing Johnny Reno Menthol Records Too often in pop, format counts for more than intention or even execution, and we’re left feeling vaguely suspicious of Andy Timmons playing the blues with the Pawn Kings (his hair is long and blond; he never picked cotton) or…
