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Joni Mitchell
Taming The Tiger
(Reprise Records)
THESE ARE SAD and millennial times, brothers and sisters. Young
people are wearing platform shoes and bell bottoms, apparently
unaware that we took that fashion bullet for them a quarter-century
ago--and apparently ungrateful for our sacrifice. Marketing hucksters
are reissuing long and mercifully forgotten discs by Jobriath
and the Bay City Rollers, while Kiss stalks the land anew. Erik
Estrada is back on TV. In the face of apocalypse, why should Joni
Mitchell not dust off the production logs for Hejira and
The Hissing of Summer Lawns? Why should she not revisit
the mid-'70s, resort to the sounds of an inarguably great creative
period in which she kicked off the folkie traces and donned the
guise of full-tilt, irony-drenched jazzmaster? On Taming the
Tiger, whose title plays a nice game with a famous little
poem of William Blake's, Mitchell retains the sad-liberal-arts-major
sensitivity of her earliest albums, but with the edge that 30
years out of college will bring: Her narrators have gone through
divorce, hard times, disappointments, and they're more than a
little annoyed at the tribulations--just listen to the anger of
"Lead Balloon," and be glad you didn't inspire it. Set
that tune alongside "Love Puts on a New Face" (an update
of sorts to "Free Man in Paris") and "Face Lift,"
however, and it's clear that Mitchell has not only revisited her
past, but also reinvented herself for the present. It's an entirely
welcome return.
--Gregory McNamee
The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
Acme
(Matador/Capitol)
STRIPPING AWAY THE morass that weighed down 1996's Now I Got
Worry, this latest release by the Blues Explosion will both
rejuvenate and frustrate longtime fans waiting for another masterpiece
on the order of Orange. The spectrum of producers on this
album (from Tucsonan Jim Waters to mix maestro The Automater to
noise king Steve Albini to cyber-thrasher Alec Empire) seems to
signify that the band acknowledges this frustration by trying
too hard to appease everyone at once.
How else to explain numbers like "Blue Green Olga"
(co-written with the overrated Lucious Jackson's Jill Cunniff),
which veers just this side of the butt-wretched Red Hot Chili
Peppers; and lyrical curiosities such as "High Gear,"
with Spencer as 16-wheel trucker seeing Santa in his headlights?
Still, for every clunker there's a Blues Explosion classic such
as "Calvin," one of the funkiest tunes they've ever
sweated. And you can't help but cheer when Spencer announces,
"We don't play no blues," in "Talk About the Blues,"
a reconsideration of a recent Rolling Stones interview. "We
play rock and roll!" With any luck, this is the last time
he'll have to remind himself of such a duty.
--Timothy Scheft
THE ASTEROID #4
Introducing...
(Lounge Records)
YOU KNOW, THERE'S never enough credit given when bands have really
cool names. So since this has turned out to be the year of wildly
spinning space rocks in film and in real life, let's take a moment
to applaud this Philadelphia quartet: Hooray for the Asteroid
#4. Imagine yourself slightly drunk on red wine, watching The
Jerry Springer Show on mute, and listening to Introducing....
Okay, so you don't know what it sounds like. But the combination
is absolutely appropriate--seeing fucked-up people act fucked-up
while being casually removed is not just loony and slightly depressing,
but fairly entertaining. It's precisely that combination of emotions
that's essential to really good psychedelic music. Introducing
will make you feel alienated, intrigued, even morose...but comfortable.
If you ever had an affection for early Pink Floyd, pick up this
CD and scan to "Underbelly of a Mushroom." I just know
you'll feel good about the experience. After that, skip over to
"Egyptians and Druids," and see if that doesn't cause
a few memories of Meddle to rise. I played this CD at work,
where my co-workers are used to stuff from the '60s and '70s.
Their initial reaction was, "Hey, when was this from?"
I was happy to grin and reply, "Right now."
--Michael Brooks
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