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VARIOUS ARTISTS
Aztlan Alternativo
Aztlan Records
IF STRANGE ATMOSPHERIC conditions caused KFMA and Radio
Fiesta to couple on a single radio band, it would sound a lot
like this boring sampler from San Francisco-based Aztlan Records.
It's almost exactly what you'd expect from a compilation titled
Alternativo--workmanlike replicas of typically bland college
rock, sung in Spanish by such bands as Pastilla, Maria Fatal,
and Superzero. It's all here for the unlaid KAMP deejay to spin--faux
Foo Fighters, wannabe Weezers, pseudo Soundgardens, and Offspring
offsprings. Since this is my first record review, I dutifully
listened to this load at least five times, and not even one song
wormed its way into my brain (who says this isn't real work?).
Even if this stuff came out 20 years ago, it would still be tired
and done. Attention skeet shooters...Pull!
--Greg Petix
WADE CURTISS & THE RHYTHM ROCKERS
Bright Lights
Norton
FROM THE CD's artwork alone, Wade Curtiss resembles a psychopathic,
rockabilly-loving half-brother of Henry, from David Lynch's immortal
weirdo cult flick Eraserhead. Sporting an excessive mass
of rat's nest hair, the pile haphazardly teased high on his forehead
the same as Henry, Curtiss certainly looks as though he had no
more to offer than that terminally lovelorn psycho geek did. Curtiss,
who in later years suffered severe physical handicaps and turned
his talents to managing pro wrestlers, cranked out markedly obscure,
but high-spirited rockabilly masterpieces during the post-Elvis
heyday between 1958 and 1960. Henry couldn't play a lick to save
his ass. The 37 colossal tracks reissued on this jaw-dropping
career retrospective flaunts Curtiss' boundless talents at their
wildest and craziest. Highlights include the suave albeit rousing
instrumental fervor of "Real Cool," and the re-worked
send-up of the timeless Trashmen cornerstone, "Surfin' Bird,"
here slyly renamed "Puddy Cat (Mama-Meow-Mow)." Forget
the Stray Cats, Polecats, and the remainder of those early '80s
feline-characterized rockabilly imitators--true original Wade
Curtiss swings a dead cat and smacks a sex-starved dance hall kitten every time.
--Ron Bally
GLENN KRAMER
Serendipity
Glenn Kramer
IMAGINE THE HOVEL in which you live is a grand palace,
bedecked with palmettos and tiki torches and populated by bejeweled
beautiful people; the kind of place over which dark clouds never
form and the birds always sing. Now imagine the soundtrack such
a place requires, all tinkling keyboards and gossamer glissandos,
soothing and unobtrusive, piffly and treacly. Tucson lounge artist
Glenn Kramer delivers the appropriate aural cotton candy with
this disc, 63 minutes of safe-as-milk tunes from the likes of
Peter Tchaikovsky (in his more saccharine moments) and the unspeakably
evil Andrew Lloyd Webber, along with a brace of original compositions.
Spin it along with Zamfir and Yanni, and your world will be as
lovely as Juan Perón's.
--Gregory McNamee
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