Antony and the Johnsons: The Crying Light (2009) 02/20/2009
Posted by scrambledface in Pop/Rock.Tags: Avant-Garde, Orchestral, Pop
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Although I’m here to heap further praise at the feet of Antony Hegarty, he doesn’t need my help, having already gained support from the cognoscenti at the intersection of avant-garde and popular music (David Tibet, Björk, Lou Reed, etc.). For the most part, his music would be filed under the “easy listening” category, populated by gentle piano and light symphonics. Yet Hegarty’s spooky, wavering voice elevates him over your standard sensitive minstrel, along with the haunted demeanor of his songs, which often blur gender lines and speak of loss and longing in doomed romantic tones. His latest album with his band the Johnsons is not really a rocked-up departure, despite the soothing pulse of percussion on tracks like “Kiss My Name” and “Aeon.” It is, however, a less ponderous set than he’s offered in the past, with Hegarty’s lush, fluttering vocal melodies taking the fore in standouts like “Epilepsy is Dancing,” “One Dove,” “Daylight and the Sun” and “Another World,” the latter previously heard on the 2008 EP of the same name. For fey art songs, the material offered on The Crying Light is surprisingly engaging and rich with personality. Its stark, surreal beauty echoes its strikingly bizarre cover image, which depicts Japanese butoh legend Kazuo Ohno (the album is dedicated to him).
“Aeon” (“Late Show with David Letterman,” 2/19/09)
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Elvis Presley: Elvis’ Greatest Shit!! (1983) 02/19/2009
Posted by scrambledface in Pop/Rock.Tags: Bootleg, Pop, Rarities
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I learned about the existence of this bootleg just last night during, of all things, a heated round of “Trivial Pursuit: The 1980s.” With such an intriguing title, I had to look it up. I’m no big Elvis fan, tending to agree with the great Chuck D: “Elvis was a hero to most/But he never meant shit to me you see/Straight up racist that sucker was/Simple and plain/Motherfuck him and John Wayne…” However, I do kinda enjoy a few Elvis songs, mostly from the end of his career: I’ll take the sappy, bloated, velvet Vegas Elvis, if you please. I’m not old enough to explicitly remember when he stole the “King of Rock n’ Roll” title from more worthy forebears, so only the ridiculousness of this hillbilly icon intrigues me. Well, Elvis’ Greatest Shit!! is all about Mr. Presley’s ridiculous side, compiling some of the stupidest songs from his movies, including a few flubbed versions, alongside his mangling of a couple of his own “classics.” The song titles alone should let you know what kind of chicanery is afoot. Who can resist the allure of Elvis songs called “(There’s) No Room to Rhumba in a Sports Car,” “Song of the Shrimp,” “Ft. Lauderdale Chamber of Commerce” or “Dominic the Impotent Bull”? Even better (or worse, if you somehow respect this clown) are a possibly drunk version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love,” a studio job in which he forgets the words and exclaims, “Hot damn, tamale!” and a live take of “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” which he mostly spends mumbling, rambling and laughing to himself. An embarassment no matter your opinion of the man, Elvis’ Greatest Shit!! is the funniest Presley compilation this side of the infamous Having Fun on Stage with Elvis, the nearly unlistenable official live album consisting entirely of between-song banter.
“Queenie Wahine’s Papaya” (from the film “Paradise, Hawaiian Style,” 1966)
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