By Rebecca Bulnes
By Lee Zimmerman
By Rebecca Bulnes
By S. Pajot
By S. Pajot, Liz Tracy, Kat Bein, & Sean Levisman
By Kat Bein
By Ashley Rogers
Concrete Blonde y Los Illegals
Concrete Blonde y Los Illegals
For decades Los Angeles has been a center of American punk rock and its descendent genres. And for much longer the city has been a focal point for Latin culture in the United States. But while the pairing of the two would seem a natural, to date only Los Lobos have been able to earn a place in the rock world by bridging the distance that separates East L.A. from Sunset Strip. It is, after all, a sprawling metropolis.
In the fallout from California's Proposition 187 -- which threatens to further distance immigrant communities from mainstream culture -- two bands from opposite sides of L.A. have joined together in solidarity to explore what happens when you very consciously attempt to mix Hollywood-style hard rock (and occasional eclecticism) with the proud voices and musical styles of the barrio. And so we have a musical collaboration between two veteran Angeleno bands: Concrete Blonde and Los Illegals.
Concrete Blonde y Los Illegals is a good move for both groups. For Los Illegals, the CD provides national exposure the four-piece hasn't enjoyed since it released a major-label record in 1983. For Concrete Blonde -- which consisted of singer/bassist Johnette Napolitano and guitarist Jim Mankey for more than a decade until they thought they had called it quits a few years back -- the disc is perhaps the first consistently good album the band has ever made. Whether on the update of the traditional "La Llorona" or the rocking cover of the Gypsy Kings' "Caminando" or the punk speedster "Xich vs. the Migra Zombies," rock elements (guitars that crunch and riff or scream in solos) constantly intermingle with Latin touches (flamenco guitar, rapid handclaps). Words shift freely between English and Spanish -- sung by both Napolitano and Los Illegals -- and cover subjects as timeless and tragic as Woody Guthrie's migrant lament "Deportee" or as timely and hilarious as the O.J.-inspired "Ode to Rosa Lopez," which features the lines, "You're the ultimate subversive, Rosa/Dressing down in your moth-eaten jumpsuit to make Marcia Clark look like the petty yuppie she is." Take that, Pete Wilson.
-- Roni Sarig
Always be suspicious of retrospectives, like Bob Dylan's Biograph and Prince's The Hits, that aren't sequenced in chronological order. That usually indicates an artist whose best work is somewhere in the middle and whose later work proves too anticlimactic to provide a satisfactory set-closer. In the case of Robyn Hitchcock, whose lyrical potpourri of fish imagery, insect-egg hatching, first-thing-that-pops-in-your-head rhymes, and vegetable matter is a career constant, linear progression is probably a moot point.
While the man himself approved the song selection and included amusing anecdotes on each, works like "Bass" and "Queen Elvis II" seem slight compared to missing classics like "Brenda's Iron Sledge" and "Leppo and the Jooves." You're better off revisiting Black Snake Diamond Role, Groovy Decay, or even the live Gotta Let This Hen Out! in their entirety, albums that capture the extent of Hitchcock's obsessions at a given moment, than sampling this sprawling harvest from nine albums. Far from winning him any new converts, this collection doesn't even make a compelling case for his cult status.
-- Serene Dominic
Lesbian Favorites: Women Like Us
There's nothing in the closet about this theme compilation. And bravo to that. Unlike so many projects aimed at passing in the dominant hetero market, Lesbian Favorites scorns the concept of subtlety. In addition to the name, the CD booklet is filled with flirty and informative art and essays.
The album's eighteen tracks are just as sassy -- and sensual. Jill Sobule's delightful anthem "I Kissed a Girl" with its thrumming guitar and poppy keyboard fills gives way to Ani DiFranco's defiant, hard-strumming "In and Out," a fantastic example of DiFranco's daring style. Gretchen Phillips's endlessly amusing "Swimming" begins as a throaty, sensual homage, builds to a full-throttle love chant, and closes with a hilarious spoken word. ("I find it sort of almost endlessly fascinating," Phillips notes dryly. "You could say I'm compelled beyond belief.")
Bad girl Sandra Bernhard weighs in with a thoroughly danceable version of "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover." Ahh, Sandra; sassy, sassy Sandra. She can't resist editorializing over the song, of course, nor altering the lyrics to suit her gender of choice. Though you might not be fired up to buy a whole album of music by Wendy and Lisa or Taylor Dane, their songs ("Strung Out" and "I'll Be Your Shelter," respectively) sound positively fresh on this compilation. Other standouts include Jane Siberry's "Temple" and Two Nice Girls' wry, countrified tale of hetero backsliding, "I Spent My Last $10 (On Birth Control and Beer)."
There is a lightheartedness to this record; it manages to convey the interdependency of song, dance, storytelling, heartache, passion, camaraderie, and, let's not forget, sex. A wonderful collection for women who like women, and for people who like terrific songs.
So Much for the Afterglow
Art Alexakis is a walking tangle of contradictions, a driven (some say overdriven) ex-drug addict prone to getting snared by life's extremes -- black and white, good and bad, happy and sad, living and dead. As passionate and unsparing as he is in his opinions, though, he has never been afraid to play the pragmatist when it counted, even if that involved selling out. In other words, he's the perfect Nineties frontman -- and the relentless, Nirvanatized heavy rock of his West Coast power trio Everclear is his perfect foil.