Goldoolins - Songs of the Turly Crio

Olamale



Rating: 7/10

Back in the day, when I was young and defenseless, had I limited myself to the folksy vision of Leonard Cohen, or even the Fairport Convention - great, juicy music, mind you - I’d be now pushing up daisies. It’s obvious that a person's horizons will broaden as they obsessively dig deep into the underground, and sometimes it doesn't hurt to mine the good, sweet popular streams. From the dubious edges of dub music to the surrogated patterns of house and techno, whenever a person is ready to disobey the premises of their old vinyl records, there exists a brave new world of music to delve into.

Suffice to say, autochthons music is the best greeting card for a certain people or place. Over the course of less than a year, I had the chance to extract audio pleasure from two bands hailing from Israel – the first being Tel-Aviv-based Rendezvous, a beautiful jazz ensemble that merges tradition with some innovative, risky steps in improvisation, and the second discovery is, of course, the trio for which these lines are being written.

Goldoolins is a musical trinity made up of O.D. Goldbart, Tadlik Doolin, and E.T. Doolin. Tadlik and E.T. are a married couple, O.D. is a pal, and their J.K. Rowling-esque name is a result of the contraction of their last names: Goldbart + Doolin = Goldoolin. This trio’s musical radar is capable of homing in on and incorporating major influences, both throughout the history of time and the spread of musical genres, two avenues that are not always dissociated from each other. Renaissance music comes to the fore as an immediate highlight, but the burlesque, baroque nuances also flow through songs like "The Man He Killed" or "Find Her", the latter deftly rubbing Cat Stevens’ G-spot at times.

The dizzying, colorful encounter that is "Country Traveler" exposes Songs of the Turly Crio's folk roots, and it has everything to make most Americana troubadours blush. For me, it’s like Joanna Newsom maintained an outer space chat with A Hawk and a Hacksaw, and decided to play a leading role in Emir Kusturica’s next flick, "Country Traveler" being part of the resulting score.

The album's best cut is, however, the only song fully sung in Hebrew, "Sheva Shanim", which translates as "seven years". I have the feeling I would like these Songs of the Turly Crio better had the record been fully delivered in their native idiom. "Bed of Wood" and "Song For Dodo" are pale partners in crime when opposed to my aforementioned loved one.

Goldbart and the Doolinses play all the instruments presented on Turly Crio themselves, with the exception of a brass section, a cello and a flute. The array of audio postcards is discharged from acoustic and classical guitars (including a "hollow-body guitar"), a piano, a harpsichord, an accordion, and a kalimba and percussion, but also from a zither, a glockenspiel, a mouth harp, a mandola, and an upright bass. The trio possess an obvious musical dexterity, technically speaking, and the prowess of the primary players extends to the guest appearances in the record, from the cellist to the trombonist, the oboist, the trumpeter, and the violinist. All around, the playing on Songs of the Turly Crio is solid.

Since their formation in 2004, the Goldoolins have been invited to play at festivals, as well as folk clubs, radio shows, and coffee houses (the perfect place to really deflower their essence), and their performances have grown inside them this second egg, the follow-up to their eponymous debut. But it’s not just about the music, it’s also about the extreme care put into the artwork – the cover shows the band photographed next to some medieval ruins –, and the way syllables are expelled from their mouths. The album's title is also great but a little obvious, kind of reminding me of (Smog)’s Dongs of Sevotion.

Although the peaks are high for Goldoolins, there are low points on this otherwise stainless release, notably the poultry’s lament that "Dusty" encloses: a drifting, saccharine-driven number that will erode the shiniest teeth on the planet; and, again, their tendency to write/sing in Shakespeare’s mother tongue. Nevertheless, Songs of the Turly Crio is so challenging, and fulfills almost every parameter of my music’s barometer, that I must start paying more attention to the Tel-Aviv connection, if there’s any, and its geographical branches (the Goldoolins hail from a place called Rehovot).

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Hell Demonio - Greatest Hits

Robotradio Records



Rating: 7/10

This band is a joke. But luckily, it’s a good one. They kind of confirm my long held suspicion that the best musicians are those who don’t take themselves too seriously. Take Ween or The Butthole Surfers, for example. OK, maybe I shouldn’t go that far. But hey, it’s rock n’ roll and I like it, when played loud and vicariously. In a time when rock indeed feels locked into mainstream circuitry (Franz Ferdinand, Blood Brothers, etc.), Hell Demonio try to hammer round guitar riffs into square holes, and somehow they get them to work.

Punk rockers, with a tendency to accelerate the metal element in their music, still strike a nerve with me. And I know they shouldn’t, especially when my cup of tea goes way beyond the jazz/hip-hop/downtempo intersection. But from "Metal Maximizer" to "The Beamy Nihilistic Sword", this 15-minute EP adds a hell lot of confusion to the grotesque debacle which the rock scene has turned into. Coming from the unsuspected Verona, in Italy, Hell Demonio scratches the dirt off your fingernails by tossing out piercing guitar shards, here and there adorned with a resounding (and hilarious) cowbell.

Not the most appropriate record to sit crosslegged in the hoods with, Greatest Hits is nevertheless a heavyweight cluster that mixes haired riffage with a drum kit just as powerful (but not as inventive) as Dave Grohl’s. "Darwin and Me" is an ultra heavy cut whose sonic arteries seem to have hardened terminally, and put the ensemble next to others that have coloured my darkest days – notably The Black Halos, Vue, and even Mudhoney. Going through these songs is therefore like watching a dream whose plot takes you backwards to the time when your face used to be just itchy spots.

Numbers like "Reagans n’ Roses" or "Ass of Base" have anti-wrinkle benefits not to be dismissed, and represent a bizarre turn of events for someone whose over caffeinated mornings are the rule, not the exception. In fact, all these tracks rank high on the Impress Your Friends By Stealing An Old Lady front, but I wouldn’t go as far as hosting the canonisation of Hell Demonio as the next rock saviors.

Besides, I believe these guys (all named after the band name itself – Hello Demonio n.1 Guitar, … n.2 Bass, … n.3 Voice, … n.4 Drums, and … n.5 Black Beauty Cowbell) are the sort of people who cared not a jot that their musical source dried out tomorrow. And you’ve got to love the decompressed element to their sound! It’s so difficult to sound simple, but they end up doing just that. I respect it.

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Mat Maneri - Pentagon

Thirsty Ear



Rating: 10/10

This is Mat Maneri’s third Blue Series installment, and comes as Easter eggs around Christmas time. Not one to sit idle for long, Maneri has a fine treat for all lovers of jazz impressionism. His violin playing is mesmerizing, and his attention to detail is so anti-scholastic that it arranges room for others to sit and learn. Shuffling through the entire album, one must note the sweeping, bruised grace of Maneri’s vault-scrappings on “Inslut”, which makes up one of the very best offerings of recent memory in the jazz/hip-hop intersection.

There is no filler to be found on Pentagon, and it is safe to say that a year or two from now it will remain a classic in its own right. It does reveal cracks at its edges, though, notably on disassembled gems like “Third Hand – The Fallen”, but little imperfections were never supposed to blunt the core of creativity. From the blurring landscape that the aforementioned track triggers, to the earthy laments of “Howl in My Head/Motherless Child”, Maneri proves to be the wizard that astutely augments the flutter on the tape to make it pass through the portals of escapism that his music forces open.

Cuts like “Witches Woo” should be played at an insanely high volume, so as to allow its instrumental howls to blossom, neatly interchanged with the microtonal strings. This record also features Thirsty Ear veterans Craig Taborn (on Fender Rhodes and laptop) and Tom Rainey (on drums) alongside Mat’s world-renowned father, Joe Maneri (organs, acoustic and electric pianos, alto sax, and voice). But it is Indian master musician T.K. Ramakrishnan’s mridungdum (aka mridangam, which is the South Indian complement to the pakhawaj and the most important drum of the Carnatic music) that sprinkles the jazzy numbers with magic, percussive garnish.

Stating that Maneri’s violin at times resembles “a human voice”, as the press release does, is not overheating the hype to make the musician profitable in the industry; it’s underlining the provocative style of someone who feels his heart beat mightily where his fingers are. In this sense, there’s a theoretical shamanism going on throughout the record (even if it includes abstract titles like “The War Room” or “An Angel Passes By”), which almost builds an electronic chapel in which tribute can be paid to its pagan gods.

A female, pristine-like voice (credited to Sonja, another member of the Maneri clan) erupts on “Howl in My Head/Motherless Child”, but its presence is merely decorative as the instruments executed here are like syllables tossed out of their collective mouths. Later on, the title track brings back that human touch through Joe’s voice, pasted onto a background of percussive, surreal effects.

Please mind my words: these are not party-tested beats, but rather a suitable compagnon de route for those times when you’re driving late at night; or when you’re smoking the post-coital cigarette with your loved one. Maybe you’ll find a handful of records this year that rival Pentagon in those departments, but few provide as convincing an argument as Maneri's offering, for either instance.

Pentagon is a tour de force, and I do not state lightly that the contemporary jazz history may require complete redrafting in light of it. It may be just me, but this sounds like the jazz intellectual’s next wet dream; and if this is not a good reason for the books to be rewritten, I don’t know what it is.

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Various Artists - Choubi Choubi! Folk & Pop Sounds From Iraq

Sublime Frequencies



Rating: 9/10

World music from a specific country is like a river running through the alluvial floodplain of the communal fruition of cultural forms. The Sublime Frequencies label has been collecting sights and sounds from around the world with the intent of shedding some light on the unknown cultural works from non-Western countries. Without proper recordings, these forms of art, culture and tradition have a rather unfortunate tendency to disappear. Fortunately, Sublime Frequencies have taken up the cause with their catalogue of field recordings, found sounds, and all other means of capturing the essence of a people or a region. Compiled by Mark Gergis, this collection of folk and pop songs from Iraq is a notable one, especially in the face of Iraq's impending Westernization and national reform.

First off, let’s clarify the concept that the title encloses: choubi is an Iraqi musical style which puts an incantatory rhythm at the forefront of the musical mantra, and which sometimes includes double reeded instruments, a menacing bass, tribal percussion, disarranged keyboards, and even fiddles and oud (this being an instrument of northern Africa and southwest Asia that resembles a lute).

According to Sublime Frequencies, other traditional styles augmenting the reach of choubi's signature beat are the basta (an urban style from Baghdad), the bezikh (there’s even a song called "Segue Bezikh"), the hecha, and the mawal ("a vocal improv that sets the tone of a song, regardless of the style"). And there’s also the syncopated work of a unique nomadic hand drum called a khishba, or zanbour, which is the Arabic word for "wasp".

Three of the 16 cuts on Choubi Choubi! are taken from Ja’afar Hassan’s 1970s album Let’s Sing Together, and those are without doubt the most menacing tracks in the record, although they perfectly glue together with the rest. The important thing is that you can tell whenever Hassan is singing, be it the notable opener "They Taught Me," the in-your-face "Front My Hope," or the beautiful "Palestinian", which resonates with the energy of the Iraqi Socialist movement, which Ja’afar Hassan was very active with until the arrival, just a few years later, of Saddam Hussein.

Some of these songs are not credited to any specific author. One half of the record is indeed of unknown origin, which adds a mysticism to the whole endeavor. Being relegated to anonymity, cuts like "Oh Mother, the Handsome Man Tortures Me" or "Ahl Al Aqi (Oh, People of Reason)" acquire a fascinating state that elicits concern for the singer's plight from collective being. The interesting thing about this release, besides its obvious autochthonous importance, is the politically informed core of every song. Most of the music collected here was produced during the Saddam period, i.e. between 1980s and 2002.

Selected from Iraqi cassettes and LPs found in Syria, Europe and even the Iraqi neighbourhoods of Detroit, Michigan, Choubi Choubi! is a traditional journey through a little fraction of the Arabic world, which utilizes the political subtext to sow a message in the listener’s head. Never mind the arcane film scores of the video games that squeeze their guts so hard to sound authentic, for this is the real deal. Sure a misinformed neighbour of yours may mistake you for a terrorist whenever the record is pumping, but that’s the price you’ll have to pay.

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Last Night a DJ Saved My Life : #1

7-8 Janeiro 2006 (00-01h)

01 Lotek HiFi – What You See
02 DJ Flack – Meet Mr Doobie
03 Massive Attack – Man Next Door
04 Thievery Corporation – Lebanese Blonde
05 Evolver – The Proper Word
06 M.I.A. – Bucky Done Gun
07 Anita O'Day – Sing, Sing, Sing (RSL Remix)
08 Heather Duby & Elemental – Love You More
09 Bent – I Love My Man
10 DJ Osirus & Mr. Dibbs – Listen
11 Snowpony – Starfish (Dub Version)
12 Rhythm & Sound – See Mi Version