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A Doll Is Reborn

Dresden Doll Amanda Palmer brings her solo show to Culture Room.

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By John Hood

Published on March 25, 2009 at 9:03am

Anybody with keen ears, common sense, and good taste buds digs the Dresden Dolls. Why? Because they're the most exciting thing to sound off since Marlene Dietrich sang for Josef von Sternberg, that's why. And to think otherwise would be to miss out on music itself.

And if you dig that Beantown-based "Brechtian punk cabaret" act, you undoubtedly dig its very fetching frontwoman, one Amanda Palmer. She, along with her Dresden Dolls partner in chime, Brian Viglione, has spent the past eight years or so delivering some of the most stirring sounds in the spectrum.

With the recent release of Who Killed Amanda Palmer?, now you've got a chance to dig the Doll baby even more. A long-playing concoction of lust, larceny, and other lovable illicits, Palmer's first solo outing finds her in the company of Ben Folds, who wrote Amanda a fan letter and ended up becoming her producer. As you might suspect from such a pairing, they've come up with a terrifically crafty collection of hummable smartness, and if the airwaves would brighten up, it'd be blaring from every radio and TV set in the world.

The thing is, the airwaves haven't brightened up a bit. In fact, it seems they've even dimmed some, at least in merry ol' England, where the video of Palmer's lead single "Oasis" has just been blacklisted. Seems BBC execs and their buddies believe "Oasis" "makes light of rape, religion, and abortion." Granted, the song's swing is uncommonly upbeat considering the subject. But to hear the way the narrator finds solace in an autographed picture from her favorite band is to hear heartbreak itself. Still, since Palmer refused to turn the tune into a literal tearjerker, the tweedy thought-police stepped in and silenced her.

Well, they tried to silence her, anyway. If you're among the outcasts, misfits, oddballs, and walk-alones that make up Palmer's rabid and ever-widening fan base, you know she shall not be shut up. Ever.

This Saturday, South Florida will be blessed with Amanda Palmer sitting all alone at the piano and singing songs from her solo LP. Of course, there will also be favorites from the Dresden Dolls and an odd assortment of covers, not least of which will be Rodgers and Hammerstein's "What's the Use of Wond'rin'." And unless you truly don't dig yourself, you'll be there, front and center, reveling in the wonder of one of our planet's most diggable creations.

Read the full Q&A with Amanda Palmer on our music blog, CrossFade.