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Alexisonfire
“Watch out!”
(Distort Entertainment/ EMI) C-

Website: www.theonlybandever.com
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There is no doubt these
lads from St. Catherine’s, Ont., are talented. The question
is whether or not they’ve put their talent to good use.
“Watch out!” is Alexisonfire’s sophomore release
and it combines indie metal and punk to come up with a sound best
described as ‘not so unique.’ In fact, it’s
comparable to the output of every punk band that has made it since
the turn of the century. The music is average, the vocals are
incomprehensible and the overall album sounds jumbled and rushed.
White Devil is the standout exception to the rule. A new take
on the anti-drug anthem, it is ridiculously heavy and its point
comes across loud and clear: Cocaine will kill you! If you’re
over 25, pass on this. If you’re younger, you now have another
way to get back at your parents for years and years.
Charlene Plezia |
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TTC
Batards Sensibles
(Big Dada Recordings)
D

Website: www.bigdada.com
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Released just in time
for the Festival du Voyageur: some trashy rap from French quartet
TTC. Sounding as credible as drunken voyageurs, the boys rap about
bitches and hos, clothes and blunts, all en Français. It’s
really deep stuff. Not since I saw The Kids in the Hall perform
here 10 years ago have I heard men talk about menstruation like
this, let alone rap about it, as on Sang sur le dancefloor. French
screaming over SID-programmed beats on Ebisu rendez-vous could
cause ice sculptures to explode, and the rest of the tracks are
just as grating. Do these guys really think it’s cool to
seduce your mother and pimp your sister, as they do on Catalogue?
If your French is pretty good you can check out the lyrics on
the group’s Website (www.batards-sensibles.com) —
it’s less painful than listening to the disc. You’ll
also find out that these Batards should just drop the Sensibles
from their name.
Shannon Ander |
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Breaking Benjamin
So Cold
(Hollywood Records)
B+

Website: www.breakingbenjamin.com |
This EP should be everyone’s
first taste of Breaking Benjamin. The single So Cold, from We
Are Not Alone, is obviously here but, surprisingly, it’s
not the track that will keep this disc in your player. Breakdown
is the most honest live rock recording released in eons. There
are no voice overdubs and no pre-recorded music. It’s live
and there are flaws — and it’s about time. So Cold
is acoustic and exceptionally done, but Lady Bug is the unexpected
clincher. Its smooth riffs and tantalizing vocals make it a love
song to bang your head to. If you haven’t heard the band,
take Korn, Tool, Finger Eleven and four dudes from Pennsylvania,
throw them in a blender (not literally) and you’ll come
up with something pretty close to this. Pick up this EP and you’ll
soon be buying We Are Not Alone.
Charlene Plezia |
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Chevelle
This Type of Thinking
(Could Do Us In)
(Sony BMG/Epic) B-

Website: www.chevelleinc.com |
The biggest criticism
of this three-piece band of brothers is that it writes formulaic
songs that sound the same. This is true, but at least Chevelle
infuses the tracks with emotion and grit that separates the
band from other post-grunge wankers such as Three Doors Down
and Hoobastank. On track after track we’re hit with compressed,
growling riffs interspersed with the teeth-clenched vocals of
Pete Loeffler, and while tracks such as The Clincher and Get
Some are catchy, they offer little variety. In fact, just about
every track seems to recall Judith by A Perfect Circle. And
of course there’s the de rigueur acoustic ballad, Bend
the Bracket. Still, this melodic rock does deserve a better
grade than the weak, passionless garbage that fills the Top
40. Call Chevelle the best of a bad bunch.
Mike Warkentin |
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Michel Donato
Et ses amis Européens
(Effendi Records)
C+

Website: www.effendirecords.qc.ca |
With Et ses amis Européens,
Quebecois bassist Michel Donato presents an album of competent,
mainstream jazz. His quintet plays well on each of the nine
original compositions (all members of the ensemble contribute
at least one tune). The first track, Open Closer, is made memorable
by Donato’s jaunty basslines and interesting rhythmic
conception. Bleu sur le vif is penned by the leader and contains
his best solo on the disc; he has a big sound with phrasing
reminscent of Paul Chambers. Polish trumpeter Peter Wojtasik
wrote Dolphy’s Coming, a tribute to Eric Dolphy, the multi-instrumentalist
who died in 1964. Wojtasik and tenor saxophonist François
Théberge turn in largely unoriginal solos on this track
and, in fact, make me wish this was a trio album. Tremay features
some excellent drum work from Karl Jannuska, who recalls the
late Billy Higgins, and guitarist Michael Felberbaum consistently
produces lyrical solos.
Paul Ryan |
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Paul
Oakenfold
Creamfields
(Thrive Records)
B+

Website: www.thriverecords.com
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Creamfields is one
of the largest dance music festivals in the world — an
event where filthy toilets and great music are to be expected.
At the festival in ’99 I skipped Oakenfold but did see
him a few days later at a small Glasgow club — and had
an amazing time. Up for a Grammy this year for best electronic
album, this two-disc set features Oakie as I saw him, live and
in the mix with uplifting trance — and without the filler
you get on his solo releases. Disc 2 ups the cheese factor with
a remix of U2’s Beautiful Day, but at least there are
no Madonna sightings. There are, however, a few wannabe vocalists
lamenting about the wind or some crap like that. Instead of
watching re-runs of The Club, put on your best British accent,
your tightest trousers and get moving.
Shannon Ander
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Rainstick Orchestra
The floating glass key in the sky
(Ninja Tune)
B
Website: www.ninjatune.net
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Two geeks make beautiful
music together. No, it’s not the premise behind Ron Jeremy’s
next feature but the real-life story of Japanese duo Baku Tsunoda
and Naomichi Tanaka. After meeting in Tokyo, they left their
previous genres behind (punk and contemporary techno-pop, respectively)
to try something new. Instead of customary musical influences,
both men cite paintings and constructions as their primary inspiration.
Oh boy. This disc is comprised of an orchestra of glass raindrops,
slow bass and appropriately placed bleeps and blips —
kind of a fusion between Atari soundtracks, Brian Eno’s
early work and The Orb. Japanese horror remakes are all the
rage this year but the track A Closed Circuit would be more
at home in a cheesy, ’70s Canadian horror film, perhaps
one involving ghostly, floating keys.
Shannon Ander |
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Russell
Gunn
Ethnomusicology Vol. 4
(Justin Time)
B
Website: www.justin-time.com
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The music on this live
album comes from a variety of sources, and the result is refreshing
if not revolutionary. Trumpeter Russell Gunn is clearly influenced
by Miles Davis but he’s not a Miles clone like Wallace
Roney. Gunn’s playing is closer to that of Roy Hargrove
or Freddie Hubbard; his connection to the “Prince of Darkness”
lies in his electronically amplified trumpet. Gunn also chooses
to play a Davis composition, Blue in Green. The piece starts
out slowly but, unlike the original version, the tempo picks
up considerably. Lyne’s Joint has a soulful, R&B-tinged
groove to it. Shiva the Destroyer contains a trippy, Middle
Eastern-sounding opening section. The lone standard of the album,
Gershwin’s Summertime, also features Middle Eastern element,
and the lengthy cadenza by the leader shows the immense possibilities
of the electric trumpet.
Paul Ryan |
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Eric
Clapton
Sessions for Robert J
(Reprise) B

Website: www.ericlapton.com
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While Eric Clapton’s
devotees will pretty much worship any load of middle-of-the-road
blues he releases, his new CD/DVD combo is actually worth getting
excited about. Yes, it’s another Robert Johnson homage.
This one features a better-than-average 11-track CD and a wonderfully
inspiring DVD of a live band and solo Clapton sessions filmed
at various locations and times. The man they called “god”
has hooked up with a team of top-level players, giving him ample
room to lay down some pretty fine licks. Hotshot Texas guitar
slinger Doyle Bramhall II balances Clapton’s warm tone with
plenty of grinding slide and intricate — though sometimes
overly understated — flourishes. Old-school graduates Chris
Stainton, Billy Preston and Steve Gadd add even more musical weight,
and while the main man will never rock again like he did in 1970,
this will definitely do.
Jeff Monk
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