New music releases are coming out at a frightening speed. In the continuing
effort to clear my desk of them, here are the good, the bad and the ugly of
this month’s CD stack.
KIDS LOVE IT!
On Yakko’s World, the Animaniacs (Yakko, Wakko and
Dot) sing about an assortment of geographical fun spots. They also manage
to turn the names of all the countries of the world into rhymed verse.
The best tracks on this CD, “Yakko’s World” and “Wakko’s America,” are also
on the Animaniacs’ first CD. The repeats are worth it, though. More fun
tracks include “Lake Titicaca” (“Cause we really like saying its name”) and
“U.N. Me,” their ode to the United Nations. This latter song includes the
brilliant stanza “Boutros Boutros-Ghali-gee/ Down by the East Riverside/
Leads the General Assembly.”
This is a great CD for kids or anyone else who loves silly songs.
AND THEN SHE SAID:
Juliana Hatfield proves her sturdy pop sensibilities on Only
Everything, her third album. She opens the show with a couple of
upbeat rockers before jumping into her latest single, “Universal
Heartbeat,” which rings with pop-rock dynamics.
The rest of the album is marked by Hatfield’s distinctive girl/woman voice.
Unfortunately, this spotlights the extremely limit quality of Hatfield’s
vocals. The lyrics are the standard “you-me-heart-heart-so alone-so
together” affair. You know– pop music.
MOVIE MUSIC:
Soundtrack compilations are tricky to judge. If you haven’t seen the
movie, there’s no way to know how the songs relate. The producers of
Amateur, a film by Hal Hartley, solved this problem by
assembling a collection of damn fine songs, strong enough to go
anywhere.
The mood is set by My Bloody Valentine’s “Only Shallow,” moody,
noisy song that eminates foreboding. The movie stills that make up the
album cover are foreboding, also, so it seems to work.
Other great songs like Liz Phair’s “Girls! Girls! Girls!” and the
Jesus Lizard’s “Here Comes Dudley” echo this tension. “Dudley”
begins with the great lines “That woman’s crazy/ She’s the mistress of a
man who’s crazy, too.” Again, from the photos on the cover, this looks to
be the theme of the film.
The second half of the CD offers the film’s original score. This is a
series of mood pieces that sound very similar until the last one, which
breaks into a jazzy outro for the whole thing.
On the flip side, Courtney Love-Cobain assembled an odd assortment
of hits and misses for the Tank Girl soundtrack. The definite
hits are the songs written and performed specifically for this project.
Björk Gudmundsdottir sings a very cool vocal on “Army of Me,” which
is indeed used effectively in the film. Also, “Big Gun,” Ice-T’s
homage to the comic book hero, is right on target. Stomp’s “Ripper
Sole” is a funky percussion number which, if stretched in length, could be
a dance-club hit.
Other bright spots include L7’s “Shove,” Bush’s “Bomb,”
Portishead’s “Roads” and Veruca Salt’s “Aurora.”
On the “miss” side, Devo’s “Girl U Want” seems anachronistic with
its early ’80s sound. Hole’s token song “Drown Soda” is whiny and
Hole-ish.
The inspired duet on Cole Porter’s “Let’s Do It,” between Joan Jett
and Paul Westerberg, is lots of fun, but the CD would have benefited
from the version of the song actually performed in the movie. Björk’s “Big
Time Sensuality,” also featured in the film, is notably missing from the CD
release.
From the WHAT THE HELL IS THIS CRAP? Department:
Malcolm McLaren, inventor of the Sex Pistols, now offers
Paris, a jazzy mix of dance beats and spoken word that is
almost, but not quite, entirely incomprehensible.
“This is an album about Paris,” says McLaren, “but it is more an album
about me.”
McLaren goes on to sing,”I grabbed her sweet arse, I always get a kick out
of Paris.” You know the themes: Paris, love, sex, “I was thinking about a
girl,” and so on.
The CD booklet features photos of McLaren in various poses, thoughtfully
smoking a skinny cigarette, sitting around Paris trying to look
introspective or just meaningfully wearing black.
The best part of the CD is the second disk, which contains instrumental
versions of all the songs. This half of the release benefits greatly from
the lack of McLaren’s self-indulgence.