Review: James: Hey Ma

My James review can be found (click here) on treblezine.com

James
Hey Ma
Decca
2008

When one thinks of the music from Manchester, England, groups like The Smiths, New Order, Stone Roses and Oasis come to mind. James is one band that for years has been underappreciated and at time relatively unnoticed when it came from their birthplace of Manchester. James did acquire some notoriety in the early nineties with their 120 Minutes and college radio single "Born of Frustration." It wasn't until 1993's Laid that got them respect worldwide, thanks to the production of one Brian Eno. Laid is one of the most underrated albums and one of my top favorites of the '90s.

It was a shame that James didn't reach superstardom, because they were well on the way on the strength of the magnificent songs they created on Laid. From start to finish, it's their one masterpiece, imperfect as it was brought to life in a creative environment that flourished under James' secret weapon harnessing their revolutionary improvisatory nature on wax. Eno was a master of capturing their creative sparks on tape which one can witness on "Blue Pastures" from the misunderstood letdown, the follow-up to Laid, Whiplash. On that one song, Tim Booth's multidimensional whispered vocal uttered over a solitary bassline and distant atmosphere guitar echoes is brilliance in full effect.

Although James went on to find some commercial success on the other side of the pond with Millionaires and Pleased to Meet You, ever since the collapse of Whiplash they were unable to recreate the magic felt by millions on the classic Laid. After a much-publicized farewell show in their hometown of Manchester, James split and went their separate ways. After frontman Tim Booth released a pair of his own recordings (one with composer Angelo Badalmenti), in January 2007 it was announced that he would be rejoining James in a series of shows. The fruits of those concerts brought James back to life. The original line-up reconvened at Warzy Chateau in France where the band proceeded to build its own recording studio. This studio consisted on personal studios where each member could interact with producer Baker. This studio helped James go back to the spontaneous nature of recording which spawned the successful sessions of Laid.

Hey Ma was the result and what an album it is. "Bubbles" opens the record, their best lead song since "Out to Get You" first seduced us on Laid. Booth still has that lush vocal but this time "Bubbles" builds and by the climax as Booth exclaims "I'm alive," the band explodes in horns, guitars and drums announcing the glorious return of these Manchester greats.

If there was one word to describe Hey Ma it has to be `energetic.' Hey Ma oozes with vigor and passion never before birthed by James. You can hear the sense in resurgence of a band that was written off by American record labels long ago. The title track is the perfect example. As he sings, "Hey Ma/ the boys in body bags coming home in pieces," Booth unleashes a monumental lyrical moment in his career. He brings to life the images that the Pentagon refuses us to see. "Hey Ma" is not just an anti-war protest but a call to arms anthem and a coming together for all families affected by this unjust war.

The beat rolls on with "Waterfall." Inspired by an exhilarating swim under the Snoqualmie Falls, the same ones seen in the credits of Twin Peaks, Booth sings about being emotionally moved by nature's intricate beauty, something to which I could relate for I first heard Hey Ma on my vacation to Europe.

It's rare when you connect with an album, from the opening notes, that the music will take you to the place and bring up joyous memories in the place you first discovered it. To me, Hey Ma reminds me of that incredible vacation in Venice, Italy. The excitement of being in a wonderfully strange land was brought to life by the magic of this album. All I have to do is press play, close my eyes and I am there again.

"Oh My Heart" is Booth's plea to the heartbroken to "adore life." James comes alive in this electric number. The rhythms ascend thanks to Jim Glennie, Saul Davies, Mark Hunter, drummer Mark Hunter, and let's not forget the signature riffs from guitarist Larry Gott. We cannot forget the outstanding contribution by James as whole. As you will hear on Hey Ma, this isn't just Tim Booth's band. James are a unit, united to create a worldly sound to be shared by all of those enter.

Hear Tim's croon "Upside love, down side miss you, I'm here you are there" on "Upside," this uplifting lament echoing the feeling of being apart from the one that you love. James reflects these emotional resonating images like words kissing your face, with this rare sense of delicate honesty. I enjoyed the ironic urgency of "Whiteboy," the post-modern theme song for the game-lazy-boy generation. "I'm in awe of you/ we'll survive," Booth sings, continuing his musings of our disconnected society in the atmospheric grace that is "Of Monsters & Heroes, Men." Hey Ma closes with Booth letting his voice ascend by repeating the lyric "I wanna go home" as he created as a first jammer, and the result is this creation, a ballad about a man dying of remorse in a bar.

From the ashes of the Eno-lit creative flame that seemed to have expired long ago, Hey Ma resurrects the improvisational spirit that is James. It may have taken them more than 15 years but James has finally soared to greatness equaling the magnificent foundation of Laid.

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
09.24.2008

Review: The Verve: Forth

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The Verve
Forth
Megaforce
2008

At 2005's Live 8, after describing "Bittersweet Symphony" as the "best song ever written," Chris Martin introduced the man, the myth and the legend they call Mad Richard as "The best singer in the world." That singer was Richard Ashcroft.

Ever since the release of that song and the album Urban Hymns, The Verve's career seemed bittersweet, as if one of the best bands of '90s Britpop was forgotten. Why is that? When critics and fans talk about the'90s, why do The Verve get overlooked on many top lists? The Verve was one of the best and most influential bands of that decade. But what made The Verve so powerful—the explosive dynamic of Ashcroft, guitarist Nick McCabe, bassist Simon Jones and drummer Peter Salisbury's—was what eventually broke up the band. The last straw was a post gig bust-up by McCabe and Ashcroft during the subsequent Urban Hymns tour, which led to the disbanding of The Verve.

Although The Verve split on a high note, it seemed like there was still ammunition left in the creative tank from one of the most essential groups to come out of the UK in the last twenty years. And it seemed that even though "Bittersweet Symphony" was their hit crowd favorite, they still didn't have a rousing live anthem to play at their shows that could lift the crowd into a wild frenzy. Say what you will about "Symphony" it is a classic song but it's not one that gets you off yr feet at a show.

It seems as though The Verve have finally come up with the ultimate live song to bring their fans to their feet during their electrifying sets, that song being "Love is Noise." But I'll admit it; I didn't really love the "Noise" when I first heard it. In fact, before obtaining my copy of Forth, I thought that The Verve had made another mistake in the vein of the plethora of bands that reunite only to make a sub par album, attempting to regain the glory of their inspiring past. Can you name one band that reunited whose new album was worthy of more than one single spin? Besides James' Hey Ma which I will be reviewing soon, I couldn't think of any. Can you name the last classic Rolling Stones album? Steel Wheels? Voodoo Lounge? Bridges to Babylon? A Bigger Bang? Hear what I mean, I rest my case.

Seriously, it took a while to warm up to "Noise." But then one day I had the opening vocal sample stuck in my head. I went around all that day in our apartment, in the car and at work singing "wooo woooo woooo ooo, ah ah ah ah aha." I soon realized that "Love is Noise" is the song that The Verve had been waiting to create, a song with the style and substance missing from today's modern airwaves. It's classic Verve. Ashcroft's eternal lyrics are inspired by William Blake's poem `Jerusalem' with McCabe's vintage riffs and the powerful rhythms of Jones and Salisbury made to come alive on stage.

From the opening salvo of "Sit and Wonder," listening to Forth for the first time is like opening the pages of the book you've been waiting to read for the longest time. With each chapter, the anticipation in this mystery becomes a reality. When Ashcroft sings, "give me some light," this is a sign of the impending trip we are all about to experience.

"Rather Be" continues the magic of a "Lucky Man" with a twist. It's as if Ashcroft is singing about the volatile conflicts that simmer around the relationships within the band:

"Always livin' under some vow
Always on the eve of destruction
Make you wanna scream out loud
and as I watch the birds soar"

Ashcroft himself has admitted that the band has never really kissed and made up. The unstable energy may be one of the aspects that led to the creation of Urban Hymns and now this most incredible sound of Forth.

One of my favorites is the aptly titled "Noise Epic." Who else but Ashcroft can write about God, Jesus, Mother Mary, Georgie Best, Muhammad Ali and Steve McQueen in the same song? You will also find evidence of Ashcroft penning more lyrics reflecting the band's unstable yet fiery creative fuel as he sings:

"Why did I let you down?
Can I carry that cross for you?
Is there anything I need to know?
Did you let me down?
Why did you let me down?"

You hear this as McCabe, Jones and Salisbury all explode with furious energy behind Ashcroft's prosaic lyrics. The Verve thrives within the confines of their volatile nature. These are four distinctive people with four different moods, mindsets and ideas about what makes a song shine. Whatever element they use to put all of their energies together is the most perfect example of what makes them simpatico. You can hear it all around Forth; it's their strength and will one day be the band's fateful downfall.

You get the feeling that Forth may be the band's finale hurrah on "Columbo." Mad Richard's lyrical assault on lusting of fame over love is highlighted by McCabe, Jones and Salisbury coming together with Ashcroft's high pitched calls, united like never before. The way we have always imagined The Verve to shine is vivid as they do on the rhythmic "Columbo" and the introspective finale of "Appalachian Springs" Listen to Ashcroft ask the eternal question: "Does anybody know where we're really gonna go?" That lyric might just be a hint to where The Verve may be heading. If this is truth, than what a way to go out—Forth is an instant classic.

In fact, from start to finish, I believe as a whole that Forth is the best album of their career. It's hard to imagine any band to top the incredible brilliance that is Urban Hymns but The Verve has done it. After another much publicized public bust-up on stage between Ashcroft and McCabe, unfortunately, Forth may be the last sounds in the storied legacy that is The Verve.

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
09.22.2008

Review: Tricky: Knowle West Boy

My Tricky review can be found (click here) on treblezine.com

Tricky
Knowle West Boy
Domino
2008

I told one of my co-workers, a fellow music enthusiast, at my nighttime bookstore gig that I had picked up the latest CD from Tricky. He looked back at me with this blank stare. `You know, Tricky?' I responded. He had no idea who I was referring to. I brought up the fact that he started out with Massive Attack in the early '90s. Nothing, he still had no idea who Tricky was. I continued divulging the CV of one my favorite artists. He released a critically acclaimed debut and Mercury Prize nominated solo album Maxinquaye. Nada, I felt like I was getting nowhere with this guy who claimed to be an intellectual music fan.

I didn't stop there; I kept going, explaining to him that Tricky was Nearly God, and along with Portishead he was at the forefront of the Trip Hop movement of the early '90s before succumbing to Pre-Millennium Tension in 1996. In 1998, he co-opted the title of a James Cagney film in the dark Angels with Dirty Faces, which incidentally featured collaboration with one Polly Jean Harvey on "Broken Homes." In 1999, he went into Juxtapose hip hop mode with Cypress Hill producer DJ Muggs.

My co-worker recognized Cypress Hill but still no Tricky. But, as I explained, Tricky still wasn't breaking through so he recruited some high profile friends including Red Hot Chili Pepper guitarist John Frusciante, Cyndi Lauper and Alanis Morrissette to help him Blowback in 2001. Those three he knew but Tricky, not so much. Alas, in 2003 Tricky became Vulnerable to his own creation that included two covers one of XTC's "Dear God" and The Cure's "Love Cats."

This leads us to his new album, Knowle West Boy. And by this moment in our conversation my co-worker was hardly as enthusiastic as I was for the triumphant return of the Tricky Kid. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away. Which is what many would have thought Tricky would have done with the lack of commercial success after Maxinquaye. But, he never packed it in, Tricky continued rolling up the songs and lighting them for the entire world to taste and savor the glory of his ever lifted creative endeavors.

What I should have told my co-worker is that Tricky's music is like the soundtrack to those old William Burroughs tripped out films of the 1950s. They're the sort of movies that show us pieces of ourselves the one's that we're all afraid to discover. The emotional lust and the fear of desire along with the desperate stench of hate as we hide everything deep down, drenched in paranoia. This is what Tricky brings to life on each of his albums since Maxinquaye and you wonder why this genius isn't a household name? For the most part Americans don't really connect with artists that make them think and ponder about their darkened despair that permeates within their relatively vacant lives.

This is what I respect about the artist formally known as Adrian Thawes. He is a singer/songwriter who challenges his audience to not only open their ears but open themselves out to the mirrors coming from his reflecting songs. Add to the mix that he sounds rather devilish, which is the reason that Tricky has recruited a number of famous sirens to contrast his darkest side. First there was Martina Topley-Bird who, herself, went on to her own quasi successful solo career. Then there was the already successful Allison Goldfrapp, Björk and the aforementioned PJ Harvey. Recently, Tricky has come to recruit unsigned talent on his albums—most recently he's discovered Alex Mills, Veronika and his former flame Lubna to sing on Knowle West Boy.

What makes Knowle West Boy his best album since his debut is the maturity in the sound. Tricky has a bit of help from former Suede guitarist and now producer Bernard Butler, who has helped sculpt Tricky's most diverse and eclectic album of his rather infamous career. "Puppy Toy" begins with a stripped arrangement of piano keys, some strings and a seductive back beat. It then explodes into a gigantic Butler-esque guitar riff before going back into the dynamic duet between two would be lovers, brought to life by Alex Mills and Tricky looking for a connection at a bar.

The album turns into a raga rap beat on "Bacative," starring Rodigan from New York. There's a mysterious female singer that Tricky and Butler slipped in beautifully between Rodigan's killer raps. What I love about "Bavative" and Knowle West Boy as a whole is that Butler has reeled in Tricky to create his most strict traditional song structures that he has ever attempted on record.

Listen to "Joseph"—the Tricky of old would have drowned the vocals of this unknown busker with atmospheric tripped out effects but for the most part Butler keeps each track at around the three-minute territory. The lone exception is the very climatic "Past Mistake." Butler helps Tricky turns these star crossed romantics featuring the vocals of Lubna on a doomed love affair that is distant and damaged from the start. Although, "Past Mistake" sounds like the anti-"Teardrop," "Past Mistake" would have fit perfectly on Massive Attack's Mezzanine.

There's no reason to worry that Tricky has gone Pop Idol on us as you'll discover on electric "Veronika" and the highly charged insurgent sound of "Collation." I prefer the stripped vibe of the very sensual "Cross to Bear." This is a new side to Tricky that features very sultry vocals of "Hafdis Huld." I love the way Tricky and Bernard mix the strings with Tricky's trademark tripped out beats.

One of the few missteps has to be Tricky's ill-advised cover Kylie Minogue's "Slow." This could have turned into a "Lovecats" surprise like cover that I so adored on Vulnerable but Knowle West Boy would have better off sans "Slow." It just sounds out of place in this very incredible but imperfect album.

Knowle West Boy closes with the acoustic beauty, "School Gates." It's Tricky's street-like version of "In My Life." Tricky sounds like someone who's comfortable in his own dark persona that created Maxinquaye but unafraid of reminiscing at those tender moments that inspired him to craft the Knowle West Boy that he is today.

With Portishead and Tricky releasing new endeavors and Massive Attack's new album on the horizon, this could well be the year of the resurrection of trip-hop. I know that I'll be putting Knowle West Boy on my top albums of 2008. Here's hoping that Tricky breaks through from the unacknowledged underground that has made him an unfortunate alias in the island of influentially unappreciated artists. Most of all, Tricky is the devil that we recognize reflecting the lies that we live in this age of post-modern impurity.


Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
09.15.2008