Doo Rag What We Do Doo Rag TALK ABOUT AN acquired taste: The mad geniuses behind Tucson's Doo Rag wouldn't even begin to know how to sell out to the broad public. You can't sing along to them; and if you tried to dance to their occult rhythms you'd pull a groin muscle--maybe even slip a disk. For all that, this is an oddly wonderful excursion into the aesthetics of scraped guitar and shouted blues, 42 minutes packed full of distorted, idiosyncratic reveries like "Naughty Little Wiggle," "Kick Walken" and "Bam." The tunes sound like Elmore James broadcast by satellite from Neptune, or maybe Captain Beefheart live from hell. If you scorned Tom Waits' "Bone Machine" as being too commercial, this bizarre outing ought to be right up your alley. --Gregory McNamee Rosanne Cash 10-Song Demo Capitol Records FEW CONTEMPORARY SONGWRITERS are able to explore relationships with the subtlety and complexity that Rosanne Cash does. Sometimes edgy, sometimes warm, this collection continues her string of intensely personal, introspective albums. With its minimalist accompaniment and Cash's intimate vocals, listening to 10-Song Demo has the feel of eavesdropping on an internal dialogue. Cash paints the connections between sensuality and spirituality, vulnerability and strength, anger and love, humor and anguish in a way that conspiratorially draws in her listeners. --Pam Parrish PIÑATA Piñata DDP 0 Stars THERE'S A WHOLE genre of music out there that no one's thought to give a snappy one-word name to: tunes to clear the room of visitors who've outstayed their welcome. Here's a definitive addition to that genre, offering fine examples of song as antisocial weapon. Imagine King Crimson's "21st Century Schizoid Man" stripped down to two chords and played loud for 40 minutes, and you've got this disc from local trio Piñata in a nutshell. --Gregory McNamee

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