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MARY LOU LORD
Got No Shadow
Sony/Work
GOT NO SHADOW, Mary Lou Lord's first full-length album
after nearly half a decade of speculative industry innuendo, myth
and promise, reaffirms what we already knew--Lord's magic resides
in her beautiful vocal ability to ardently breathe life into a
song, both her own originals and others'. Rather than the solo
acoustic record fans might anticipate, Got No Shadow was
recorded with a full roster of rock and rollers, who play passably
if without inspiration. Of the 13 tracks, the four Lord originals
at best have a meek, pop sheen: good, but not great. The balance
of offerings are either copped or co-written, and it's among these
that Got No Shadow's strengths lie. Despite their
bright polish, Lord's originals are not show-stoppers like the
Freedy Johnston cover, or Elizabeth Cotten's "Shake Sugaree."
"Jingle Jangle Morning" is Lord's messy-haired response
to Bob Dylan's "Mr. Tambourine Man," and "Western
Union Desperate," the album's finest offering, is replete
with longing--memorable for its clever melody and turn of the
phrase. With her apple cheeks, shock of blonde hair and sweet
voice, Lord is striking even on the rare occasions when her songs
aren't. Although Got No Shadow testifies that her presence
as a songwriter and vocalist is alive and well, it stands in the
shadow of greater things to come.
--Brendan Doherty
THE GOURDS
Stadium Blitzer
Watermelon Records
FOR LACK OF a better description, The Gourds are sorta alternative
country, sorta rock and roll, with a little Tex-Mex thrown in.
Their live shows at home in Austin, Texas, are renowned for smart-ass
humor and what's probably the only mandolin-led cover of Snoop
Doggy Dog's "Gin and Juice," complete with a shout out
to Dr. Dre. Though this disc is a little more subdued than their
live shows, it's still a helluva lot of fun. The Gourds use mandolin,
acoustic guitar, banjo and accordion in their tales of heartbreak,
redemption, and, as plainly stated by "I Like Drinking,"
drinking. "Magnolia" begins with a cool mandolin/guitar
interplay, honky-tonk harmonica, and handclaps before the drums
and bass kick in to propel the melody. A couple of the songs employ
horns, which in combination with the accordion, add a Tex-Mex,
conjunto feel to "LGO" and "I Ate the Haggis,"
which is without a doubt the finest song released this year about
eating Scottish sheep entrails. The dish may not be your meat
product of choice, but the song is quite tasty. In "Pushed
Her Down," the accordion weaves the melody around some rhythmic
acoustic guitar while the fellows harmonize on some high-lonesome
vocals. It's either a really catchy song of contrition or crass
sexual innuendo, but like most of the record, it sure sounds good.
--Todd McKay
BESSIE GRIFFIN & THE GOSPEL PEARLS
Live At "The Bear" In Chicago
Epic/Legacy
THERE IS NOTHING as exhilarating or stimulating as live gospel
music. The unbridled passion and sincerity, and the abandonment
which signifies complete assimilation is unmistakable and undeniable.
Case in point is this rare 1963 nightclub performance captured
at The Bear in Chicago, featuring Bessie Griffin & The Gospel
Pearls. This L.A. vocal sextet brought their ebullient religious
music to a seedy bar-and-grill environment, and converted all
those secular music lovers of blues, R&B and rock and roll
into gospel disciples. From start to finish, these rediscovered
recordings sparkle with energetic conviction and joyous exuberance.
Sparsely accompanied by piano, drums, tambourine and handclaps,
Griffin, with backing vocals from the Pearls, make a more passionate,
harmonious overture than any performance by the Royal Philharmonic
Orchestra. Today's modern rock artists can't touch the vitality
of these proceedings with a 10-foot pole. Included in this reissue
are two unreleased performances from the same show, highlighted
by a brief but powerful rendition of "When The Saints Go
Marching In," and the pleading, heartfelt deliverance of
"I Won't Be Trouble No More." Apologies to all those
faux-angst shoe gazers out there: Do yourself a favor and listen
to Griffin, whose unabashed emotion is an inspiration. Hallelujah.
--Ron Bally
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