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Must Have CD's
by Scott Thill
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OK, the election is over, but the recount
frenzy is in full effect. If not, then I obviously shortchanged the American
political system, thinking it incapable of doing something as simple as
counting up the votes of its citizens. For that I apologize; unless of
course I am right, in which case, nice democracy! Give the people a vote,
then render it worthless. To mangle Mellencamp, ain't that America?
Anyway, no matter what remains the most important U.S.
election of the past century has wrought, you're gonna need some sonic
therapy to get over it all. Here's a couple of headache-killers and one
desert-island disc that will transport you away from America, for a short
time at least.
The more I listen to this album, the more I want to
listen to it. If that's not deep praise for a music release, I don't
know what is. I was already a fan of Zach Smith and Rob Crow's crystalline
structures and precise craftsmanship -- Zach's angular, singular bass
style is what made Three Mile Pilot one of my favorite art-rock bands
of all time, after all -- but after two stellar releases I figure that
they'd hit the hype wall erected by lesser laptop-pop bands like The
Postal Service. But Summer in Abaddon is stacked full of compelling
tracks, whether it's the driving "Sender" or the insidiously
poppy "Fortress." The fact that this San Diego duo made this
album -- and all of their others -- in their apartments on their computers
is just icing on the cake. In a criminally thin year for music, Pinback
is at the top of the pile.
Santa Cruz, California is so laid-back that city's major
university, U.C. Santa Cruz, doesn't even give its students grades
-- it gives them evaluations. Nice. But you would be hard pressed to
convince anyone of that after listening to these Cruz crazies laying
down some of the most apocalyptic rock I have ever heard. Some call
the Comets psych-rock, in honor of the bands that freaked out for over
ten minutes per song on the brilliant albums that came out of the '60s
and '70s, but that would be cutting the praise short somewhat. Comets
On Fire take Led Zeppelin's guitar crunch and feed it through Sonic
Youth's noise mayhem, churning out tracks that seem to deteriorate
into rewarding rawk on every song. Take "Brotherhood of the Harvest," which
spends its first minute in utter bedlam, before coalescing into the
most beautiful instrumental space rock unheard since the earlier days
of Pink Floyd. Or "Wild Whiskey," in which a banjo and an
acoustic guitar mate to the scream and wails of a rampaging electric
guitar for around four minutes. The Comets aren't for everyone, but
for those who like their music to be challenging and unique, they fit
the bill just fine. One of the unheralded masterpieces of the year.
OK, you think I'm cheating. After all, this is a DVD
and the Pixies released a greatest-hits CD of the same name in the
same month -- while reuniting to kick off the year's hottest tour.
But greatest-hits comps are usually not worth the vinyl -- um, disc
-- they're recorded on, and the Pixies' 2004 release is no different. "Into
the White" and "Everlong" as the band's finest B-sides?
C'mon, people. Haven't you ever heard "Dancing the Manta Ray" or "Bailey's
Walk?" But crappy song choices aside, the CD couldn't hold a candle
to the DVD's various features, including a pre-Doolittle concert performance,
a behind-the-scenes video road diary, the outstanding U.K. documentary
Gouge, and all the maddening videos the band ever recorded. The fact
that you can score this DVD at $14.99 at some outlets is amazing, considering
how canonical the Pixies have become. The fact that I'm picking a DVD
for a 2004 list just shows how lame a year it was for music. After
the Pixies reunion, nothing else really shook the Earth.
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