Morning Commute Soundtrack: Queen + Paul Rodgers

I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve not been keeping up with the Morning Commute Soundtrack as best as I had hoped. I got through the first week or so without an issue, and felt confident that I could at least keep that one aspect of this site going. But, one thing led to another, and I’ve found myself not only not listening to music as frequently in the car as usual – though, in my defense, I’ve had to “listen” to my car to make sure all was functional; it’s one of the many perks of owning a hoopty – but I’ve been focusing my energies into finishing the second edition of my Queen book, which I’ll be sending off to the publisher by the end of this month.

The one section I’ve been updating/rewriting has been on Queen + Paul Rodgers, a contentious union that resulted in a good-not-great studio album three years ago. (I’m a supporter of both the album and the band, and was disappointed when they disbanded.) The album came at the right time for me, though: I had just befriended some truly wonderful people, and events that had transpired earlier that year had sent my personal, professional, and financial lives into a tailspin, so I was more than happy to escape reality for a weekend at a time and immerse myself in my new friends’ company. On the long drives out to the middle of Pennsylvania, I would have a constant rotation of albums on my iPod that I would play, but, inevitably, The Cosmos Rocks would be the one album that I had to listen to – but only between late September and early January, when twilight was just turning to darkness and the car lights bounced off the mountains by the turnpike.

The song that resonated with me especially this morning was ‘We Believe’, which I initially wrote off as a leaden, cliche-ridden power ballad that sounded like it was straight out of 1988 instead of 2008. But the vocals are so strong, the guitar solo so transcendental, and the performance so powerful that I’m able to overlook its obvious lyrical drawbacks and the whispered chanting before the solo. It’s not my favorite on the album (that bounces back and forth between ‘Time To Shine’, ‘Small’, ‘Some Things That Glitter’, and ‘Surf’s Up . . . School’s Out !’), but it’s a song that I’ve grown to appreciate over the years, transporting me immediately back to autumn 2008 and reminding me of the fragility, uncertainty, and cautious optimism I was feeling at the time.


Deadlines Go Whoosh – For Real, This Time

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere on this blog, my non-Sound Round writing endeavors have been increasing steadily over the past few months, and while that was simply down to personal aspirations and goals established either based on conversations with friends or completely arbitrarily, things have just gotten real.

Back in 2007, I published a book called Queen: Complete Works, which sold well but wasn’t promoted all that much. Frankly, I was glad, because while I’m extraordinarily proud of the fact that one of my dreams came true, it was an exhausting process and the last thing I ever wanted to do was to write another book. Of course, that’s changed, and all I want to do nowadays is write; I suppose I figured that if the book wasn’t a success, I wouldn’t have to put myself through that process again. But then, after awhile, I realized I actually missed that process, and so went on to subject myself to more torture by working steadily on a similar book on Elvis Costello’s music.

And so things puttered along nicely, and I genuinely believed that my first book would remain a true rarity, never to be reprinted, until earlier this week. This year is Queen’s 40th anniversary, and also marks 20 years since Freddie Mercury departed this mortal coil, and, sensing a golden opportunity, the publishing company I’m working with now contacted me to announce their intent to run a second edition of Queen: Complete Works. This is especially exciting to me, because this is a new (to me) company and a fresh start with a book that is in dire need of an update.

What does this mean for me? Well, I have a tight deadline to work with again, and the fire has been lit under my ass; I have four months to get this presentable and ready to go, meaning a lot of other hobbies have to take a backseat. This, unfortunately, includes my blogging activities, and, because Sound Round gets most of my attention these days, it also means I’ll now be paying the least amount of attention to it. (Reason being is, I’m already writing extensively about music, so any other blogs I may have will be a nice distraction from that.)

This means I’m leaving several projects in the lurch, most importantly the continuation of my Best of 2010 list, but also concert reviews for the Dum Dum Girls show I saw last weekend, and upcoming concerts for the Pains of Being Pure at Heart (March 31st), Elvis Costello (May 19th), and possibly Weezer (May 20th). I’m trying to get my girlfriend to write these reviews for me, but she has so far been reluctant to do so. (Don’t worry, I’ll work on her.)

But don’t cry for Sound Round, faithful viewers, for it will be back – all in good time. For now, I wish you a fond farewell.


Queen + Paul Rodgers: The Cosmos Rocks

Q: What do you get when you combine half of the best-selling band in the UK with a blues vocalist who has fronted more successful bands than, well, anybody I can think of off the top of my head?

A: Queen + Paul Rodgers.

A match made in heaven? Well, that depends on your tastes; if you like your rock to be devoid of any of the fun, the humor, the joie de vivre of the halcyon days of Queen; if you like your rock to sound alarmingly generic, apart from a few moments of rare inspiration; if you like nitty-gritty blues mixed with the orchestrated pomp and circumstance of glam rock, then this may be the band for you.

For others, it’s nothing special to write home about, and this isn’t easy for me to say as a longtime Queen fan (and, yes, one-time author of a well-received but permanently out-of-print book on them). I never subscribed to the notion that Freddie Mercury was Queen; he was a vital part of it, but it was the chemistry of the four band members that made the band successful. Once Freddie died, and there was the uncertainty of the band continuing or not, there was a major disruption in that chemistry; John Deacon lost interest in the late 90s, and effectively retired. It was perhaps the most dignified way for the band to end: their swansong was Innuendo, an album rife with the diversity that made their earlier albums so great, while the coda was the somber but languid Made In Heaven. As far as everyone was concerned, Queen was an entity that no longer existed, and their legacy was protected.

But then in 1999, Greatest Hits III was released, and was a barrel-scraping cash-in that focused on remixes and solo singles instead of legitimate hits; from that point forward, a slew of collaborations between guitarist Brian May and drummer Roger Taylor and whatever flash-in-the-pan singer became the rule instead of the exception: Robbie Williams, 5ive, John Farnham, Britney Spears, Pink, Beyonce, Vanguard, and Wyclef Jean all worked with the duo on Queen songs, and there isn’t a pleasant one among them. So when it was announced that Paul Rodgers, formerly of Free, Bad Company, The Firm, and The Law, was to collaborate with Queen as “Queen + Paul Rodgers”, a collective groan was emitted from die-hard fans who had seen the Queen name tarnished already with countless compilation releases and questionable collaborations.

The thing is, though, the partnership sorta worked. Rodgers sounded good enough singing Queen’s hits, though he lacked the flamboyance of Freddie (which brought about the oddest criticism in Queen’s history: Paul wasn’t “Freddie” enough, and this came from the same critics who derided Freddie’s flamboyance), and the resulting world tour throughout 2005 and 2006 was successful enough to continue the partnership. Drummer Roger Taylor was adamant that they not go on the road again without any new songs, so throughout 2007 and 2008, work commenced on Queen + Paul Rodgers’ first studio album – or, if you really want to piss off the purists, Queen’s first studio album since Made In Heaven.

To say it was long-awaited is an overstatement. The world wasn’t exactly sitting around and waiting for a new Queen album to be released, but fans – at least, those open-minded enough to accept Rodgers as a stand-in, and not a replacement – were eager to see what they would come up. The more cynical fans were also eager, but only to see how hard on their faces they would fall. Happily, the album isn’t that bad; it’s just that it’s not that good. Opening almost-title track ‘Cosmos Rockin” is certainly energetic, and Rodgers’ vocals are enthusiastic – while Brian May and Roger Taylor always sound thrilled to be playing music – but when one listens to the actual lyrics, the cringing it induces is exponential. Sounding like a pastiche of Status Quo, we get such gems here as “There’s a rock’n'roll fever in every place / Next thing you know they’ll be rockin’ out in space”. Uh huh. Plus, the continuously chanted “chorus” – first they got the whole house rockin’, then it’s the town, then the world, and finally the cosmos – is infectious but dumb. So it’s a mixed bag upon first listen; if you don’t pay attention to the words (despite having a fair share of decent lines throughout their career, Queen were never known for being wordsmiths, so this is more or less par for the course) it can actually be quite good.

‘Time To Shine’ follows, and it’s easily one of the best songs on the album. (However, the guitar riff reminds me a lot of U2, which makes me question my oft-stated dislike of that band. Don’t worry, it’s fleeting.) There’s a mythical, mystical air to it, and, despite being written by Rodgers, sounds the most Queen-like on the album. At the very least, his vocal performance is exemplary, and detractors of his work – or anyone who just refuses to acknowledge his talents – should listen to this. And then, just as a kind of retribution to Rodgers writing something in Queen’s style, May offers something Rodgers can comfortably slip into: ‘Still Burnin”, a bluesy shitkicker that features some downright nasty guitar work. It’s not a substantial song, but it’s akin to those slight throwaways on early Queen albums, when they weren’t consciously trying to write hit singles and were instead writing songs because it’s what they did. Incidentally, speaking of hits, the ‘We Will Rock You’ stomp-stomp-clap is sampled, though it’s not as lame as it sounds.

Roger Taylor is really in fine form on this album, having written six of the 14 songs. (May, it should be noted, wrote only three, while Rodgers penned five.) ‘Small’ is his second song on the album, and it’s by far the best: starting off as a delicate acoustic rocker, with Taylor (through Rodgers) extolling the virtues of the natural side of life, it gradually picks up with a hard-hitting chorus and guitar solo finding May exploring the upper regions of his Red Special. By contrast, Rodgers’ ‘Warboys (A Prayer For Peace)’ is heavy-handed and lumpen, a no-holds-barred rocker that is light on melody and thick on attitude. Unfortunately, no one must have taken notice at Rodgers’ words, wherein he blames the soldiers themselves for starting the wars. Things become even more lugubrious with ‘We Believe’, a late 1980s power ballad written 20 years too late. It’s all here: cringe-inducing socio-political lyrics; swooshing synthesizers; mid-tempo pace perfect for getting the arms waving and lighters out at concerts; and a chorus that begs for audience participation. The sentiment is nice, but at just over six minutes in length, it becomes tiresome after a while. (Unbelievably, this was chosen as the second single from the album, though heavily edited.)

‘Call Me’ – or ‘Crazy Little Thing Called Feel Like Makin’ Love’ – is a jaunty, refreshing slice of bonhomie that only confirms that no matter how inconsequential the lyrics may be, if it has a catchy hook, any song can be enjoyable. Consisting of only two verses and the line “Call me if you need my love” repeated 22 times throughout its brief three minute lifespan, it’s still a fun bit of nonsense that sounds like it was knocked off in one take, and included only because of its energy. ‘Voodoo’, written by Rodgers, sounds like a cross between Free and Santana; despite Queen having rarely tackled the blues, May and Taylor pull it off convincingly, and, like ‘Time To Shine’, there’s a mystical sense to the song, with Taylor adding all sorts of percussive accouterments to give it a swampy, down-on-the-bayou feel.

We’re back on familiar ground with ‘Some Things That Glitter’, a clever and beautiful piano-based ballad that instantly conjures up Queen’s past (specifically, ‘Sail Away Sweet Sister’ and ‘Save Me’). By contrast, ‘C-Lebrity’ – a scathing riposte from “elder statesman” Roger Taylor to a question never asked by manufactured celebrities (a few of which May and Taylor had worked with in the past) – is a scorching rocker; again, though, the lyrics let it down, and a good, crunchy guitar riff is wasted. ‘Through The Night’ is another heavy blues song, though it’s more somber and downbeat than anything on the album. That said, it’s the least memorable tune, simply because there’s nothing really instantly catchy about it. But it’s worth listening to for May’s weeping guitar solos.

The album winds down a bit with ‘Say It’s Not True’, a re-recording of a 2003 acoustic ballad that Taylor had written for the 46664 project, a charity started by formerly incarcerated president of South Africa, Nelson Mandela. In its original format, the song is a delicate plea for practicing safe sex in order to prevent the worldwide spread of AIDS; when taken into the hands of this new project, it becomes a blistering, bombastic Queen epic, with a thundering finale and towering vocal performance from Rodgers. (Incidentally, this is the only song on the album to feature May and Taylor on lead vocals.) But the real piece de resistance is the final track, ‘Surf’s Up . . . School’s Out !’, which should be an amalgamation between the Beach Boys and Alice Cooper, but is much better than its title would suggest. Finally, that sorely-needed tongue-in-cheek humor that Queen revelled in is in full display here, and Taylor (who wrote the song) just wants everyone to know how thrilled he is that he’s one of the survivors of rock’n'roll, and how happy he is to be here. The song is an epic barnstormer, complete with timpani, harmonica, and one of the grittiest guitar riffs May has ever played. Its stop-start pace interrupts the natural flow, and some of the words (“I got a criminal urge to / Twist and shout”? Spare us, Roger!) border on the ludicrous, but those are hardly detractions; it’s the best song on the album by far, and a worthwhile addition to the Queen catalog.

Ending with a brief, two-minute reprise of ‘Small’, The Cosmos Rocks is a patchy affair, especially in the lyrics department. But it’s refreshing to see May and Taylor performing music again, with Rodgers serving as an unlikely muse. Unfortunately, the partnership appears to have been short-lived, despite assertions that all was copacetic: rumors have persisted that May was reluctant to stray too far from the well-beaten path of playing Queen’s hits and the odd new song, and the partnership has now dissolved. Whatever happened between the trio is between them, obviously; a shame, because The Cosmos Rocks, for all its faults, pointed the way toward a revitalization that May and Taylor desperately needed. Sadly, the cynics have taken a gleeful stance in this apparent destruction of Queen’s legacy – which, in this fan’s eyes, had already been destroyed as far back as 1999, as mentioned above – but its failure to resonate with the general public means little to anyone who gets enjoyment out of the album. For what it’s worth, I’m one of them.

Essential listening: Time To Shine, Small, Some Things That Glitter, Surf’s Up . . . School’s Out !


Best of 2008

On December 18th, I created an entry called “A totally meaningless list” where I listed what I thought were the Top 10 albums of the year. With a little more time and thought put into the list, I’ve decided to update it and expand upon it, because a list is great and all, but what’s the point if there’s no explanation to it?

First off is a list of 11 albums that could have been on the list, but I didn’t buy them for one reason or another, presented in alphabetical order by artist instead of numerical preference – because, really, I can’t rate something I haven’t listened to yet. You may wonder why I didn’t include albums like Black Ice, Chinese Democracy, or Death Magnetic, some of the biggest and best-selling albums of the year. The reason is simple: I have no interest in those albums.

Albums that could have been on here but aren’t (because I didn’t buy them):
The Black Crowes, Warpaint
Cold War Kids, Loyalty to Loyalty
Ben Folds, Way to Normal
Al Green, Lay It Down
Stephen Malkmus, Real Emotional Trash
Marillion, Happiness Is The Road
Mogwai, The Hawk Is Howling
Oasis, Dig Out Your Soul
The Pretenders, Break Up The Concrete
Sigur Rós, Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust
TV on the Radio, Dear Science

Now, we get into the reviews. Keep in mind that these are capsules, not in-depth reviews. Where applicable, I have included a link to the in-depth review, and will update this post as I finish the reviews. (As of today, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today and Attack and Release are works in progress.) Note that these include new, studio album releases only; live and compilation albums and reissues were not counted.

Also: while I don’t particularly condone downloading, the “Essential listening” subnote has been replaced by “Defining song” for this list, and subsequent lists, as the One Song I Feel Sums Up The Album Best. Usually, it’s my personal favorite, the one song that should be listened to if someone unfamiliar to the album or artist wanted to get into said album or artist. Of course, I recommend at the very least that the reader goes onto iTunes and purchases the song, or previews it first, instead of running to a filesharing program or site and illegally downloading the album; then again, I’m not the Internet police, nor am I your father, so do whatever you want.

Honorable mentions:

That Lucky Old Sun, Brian Wilson
Boy, does Brian Wilson love California. This album is his first since the artistically rewarding SMiLE in 2004, and That Lucky Old Sun suffers from a case of a far too specific subject matter. There are some good to great songs on here, but there’s a whole lot of uninteresting and sometimes embarrassing filler, especially the narratives. Wilson doesn’t sing, per se, but speak-sings, and listening to 19 songs (even though it clocks in at 38 minutes) like this can become a little tiring after a while. If he had gotten someone with the ability to sing to do the album, it could have been better, but even that couldn’t save the occasionally cringe-inducing lyrics. However, the album is worth picking up if you’re a Brian Wilson or Beach Boys fan, especially for the touching conclusion of ‘Southern California’, where Wilson pays homage to his brothers; elsewhere, if you’re able to disconnect yourself from the alarming state of Wilson’s vocals, the music has an enjoyable summertime quality to it, and what says summertime better than Brian Wilson?
Defining song: Southern California

The Cosmos Rocks, Queen + Paul Rodgers
The debut album from rock’s most confounding partnership – half of Queen plus the frontman of Free and Bad Company – is actually a decent little album, but it’s not great; as a Queen fan, this is disappointing, because these guys are capable of so much more, but there’s a heavy presence of Rodgers’ style here, and little of the familiar Queen sound. Still, these guys are excellent musicians, and there’s a whole lot of enthusiasm all over the record. Songs like ‘Cosmos Rockin” and ‘Call Me’ are so dumb that they’re infectious, while ‘Surf’s Up … School’s Out’ is a humorous, tongue-in-cheek nod to Queen’s bombast. The album never really takes off, though, and some of the best tracks – namely, ‘Time To Shine’, ‘Small’, and ‘Some Things That Glitter’ – are buried among some lesser material that makes Queen’s nadir look almost appealing. It could have been much more embarrassing, but it could have been a whole lot better, too.
Defining song: Surf’s Up … School’s Out!

And now…

Top 10 Albums of 2008

10. Flight Of The Conchords, Flight Of The Conchords
A comedy album, on a year-end Top 10 list? Well, stranger things have happened, but it IS a musical album, with clever lyrics and excellent arrangements … but it just happens to be funny, too. Flight of the Conchords is, of course, formerly New Zealand’s fourth most popular guitar-based digi-bongo a capella-rap-funk-comedy folk duo who got a TV deal with HBO back in 2007, featuring Bret McKenzie and Jemaine Clement; their songs are parodies, and even the titles – which include ‘Hip-Hopopotamus vs. The Rhymenoceros’, ‘The Most Beautiful Girl (In the Room)’, ‘Mutha’uckas’, ‘Robots’, and my personal favorite, ‘Business Time’ – illicit laughter and curiosity. If you’ve seen the show, you’ve basically heard the entire album, yet this doesn’t serve entirely as a soundtrack. In fact, it’s a bit confusing, because the songs are good, but on the show, the joke is that this band isn’t any good (except in their own minds). So is it a soundtrack album, a serious album, a comedy album, or some kind of weird amalgam? All I know is, it’s entertaining, and that’s good enough for me.
Defining song: Business Time

9. The Black Keys, Attack and Release
The Black Keys – specifically multi-instrumentalists Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney – teamed up with producer / DJ Danger Mouse for their fifth album, and it’s served as my introduction to them. What’s interesting is that Attack and Release was originally written with the intent of working with Ike Turner, though he died before they could begin recording it, so the songs suddenly became their own. The duo reinforces their classic rock take on latter day music, mixing a thundering drum performance with a lazy vocal inflection, while adding a swampy mix of banjos and jangling guitars where appropriate. I’ve seen them described as Delta minimalists, and it’s surprising how apt and attractive such a label is. Opener ‘All You Ever Wanted’ is sweet and beautiful, while the blues stomp of ‘I Got Mine’ – rife with a crunching guitar riff and tinkling cymbals – contrasts superbly. Danger Mouse gets a lovely sound here, but if you were to tell me last year that I’d be considering an album by an Akron duo produced by a hip hop DJ to be among the best of 2008, I’d've looked at you like you had three heads. All it’s made me want to do is go back in time and kick myself for not being more adventurous with my musical explorations – so thank you, Black Keys, for showing me the error of my ways.
Defining song: Things Ain’t Like They Used To Be

8. Martha Wainwright, I Know You’re Married But I Have Feelings Too
Following up on her excellent eponymous debut album, released in 2005, Martha Wainwright’s sophomore effort is a little slicker, a little more refined, but not as gutsy. Her acerbic wit and occasionally crude sense of humor still shines through, with a well-placed squeal or moan speaking volumes and adding a sexual flavor to the songs, though there’s something about the production – which places it squarely in the pop-rock vein – that’s a little alarming at first. Still, it would be foolish to have tried to reproduce the singer-songwriter sound of its predecessor, so I Know You’re Married But I Have Feelings Too (at the very least, my favorite album title of the year) succeeds in advancing Wainwright’s sound while compromising very little of her songwriting skills. There’s a handful of guest stars, too, including her brother Rufus, Steely Dan’s Donald Fagen, and Who else but Pete Townshend, contributing some scorching guitar lines to ‘You Cheated Me’, easily the album’s best song (and not only because of Townshend’s presence). There’s nothing as confrontational on here as ‘Bloody Motherfucking Asshole’, but it’s the nuances that make the deepest impressions, and that’s the best kind of way to discover and appreciate an album; otherwise, it’d just be inoffensive, easy-listening pap.
Defining song: You Cheated Me

7. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!
Nick Cave is one demented fucker, but his music is so good and his lyrics so clever that it’s easy to accept his twistedness as a muse. Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! is the first Bad Seeds album since 2004′s excellent Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus, and combination of that album with the Grinderman project from 2007: it’s raw, it’s sophisticated, and it’s uncompromising. Cave can twist his words in such a way that it can make your ears prickle, while sounding like he’s halfway through telling a very dark joke. The Christian apologist in him makes several references to religion, and even demands in ‘We Call Upon The Author’ that whoever wrote the Bible should have a talking to. ‘Night Of The Lotus Eaters’ is downright creepy, with an instrumental backing sounding like something Tom Waits would have written to accompany a scratchy horror picture. The star of the show, though, is not Cave, but Warren Ellis, who adds his own instrumental touches on a handful of unorthodox instruments that serves to alienate and alarm. He’ll do just fine as a Bad Seed.
Defining song: We Call Upon The Author

6. The Fireman, Electric Arguments
The Fireman is producer / bassist Youth and some guy named Paul McCartney (I know, I had to look him up too … apparently he worked with a band called The Beatles), and this is their third album together, but their first to feature vocals. With 13 songs recorded over 13 days (one song per day), the album is about as far away from a Paul McCartney solo album as it could get, with very little attempt to write a conventional song or write a conventional set of lyrics. It’s electronica rock, and with McCartney one of the most musically progressive ex-members of the Beatles – even more so than John Lennon – something like this would be expected, but who knew he could make electronica listenable and even enjoyable? The first 2/3rds of the album is excellent, with the guttural, bluesy ‘Nothing Too Much Just Out Of Sight’ and delightful skiffle romp of ‘Light From Your Lighthouse’ being the best tracks, though the album loses steam towards the end when it gets a little TOO experimental; the warning sign is the pan flute. While Chaos And Creation In The Backyard was McCartney’s finest latter-day album, Electric Arguments is the kind of music that McCartney would be putting out if he didn’t feel like he had to maintain an image – and that’s a damn shame.
Defining song: Nothing Too Much Just Out Of Sight

5. David Byrne and Brian Eno, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today
Nearly 30 years after last working together, David Byrne and Brian Eno – two of the weirdest guys to become rock stars – have teamed up again on Everything That Happens Will Happen Today, a sonically devastating album in all the right ways. Byrne claims that the songs were inspired by gospel music, and with the overpowering jubilation and optimism exhibited on this record, it’s hard to argue with him. There’s a rough hewn sound to the songs, while Eno makes full use of his experimental palette, offering up weird and wonderful sounds that Byrne gleefully plays off of. Opener ‘Home’ is a comforting way to begin the album, though it’s the electronic hymnal of the almost title track that’s most effective, with Byrne sounding like an angelic choirboy against a bed of church organs. Though Byrne is practically a toddler in terms of some of the other musicians in this list, his voice sounds as good as it did back when he was a Talking Head, especially at their peak – which was, incidentally, between 1978 and 1980, when Eno last collaborated with Byrne. Coincidence? Well, probably.
Defining song: Everything That Happens

4. Jenny Lewis, Acid Tongue
Rilo Kiley frontwoman Jenny Lewis released her second solo album this year, and it’s a far cry from her debut (Rabbit Fur Coat), with more of a mainstream appeal to them as opposed to the deep-rooted country & western feel of its predecessor. Her songs are fiery and passionate – sometimes a little too fiery and a little too passionate – but they’re a little more conventional than what she had released with her other band, currently on hold indefinitely. As I noted in my original review, there are some good songs, there are some great songs, and there are some not so great songs, but as a whole, it’s a rewarding listen.
Defining song: Carpetbaggers

3. She & Him, Volume 1
Actress Zooey Deschanel and indie singer/songwriter M. Ward, the respective She & Him, collaborated on what is essentially a Deschanel solo project. Unlike many actors-turned-musicians, though, Volume 1 is a surprisingly refreshing debut, with little in the way of vanity and a lot in the way of substance. Deschanel wrote nine of the 13 tracks on her own (a tenth original composition, ‘Sweet Darlin”, was a cowrite with Jason Schwartzman), and shows that she’s a talented songwriter who is less concerned with offering traditional songs, harking back to the days when AM radio ruled. The originals are delightful pastiches of the 1960s with a modern twist, while the covers are serviceable but not exceptional; Volume 2 is reportedly in the works, and it’ll be a hard act to follow, for sure.
Defining song: Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?

2. Ray Davies, Working Man’s Café
Sounding more like an easy-going pop rock album compared to the darker material of its predecessor, Other People’s Lives, Ray Davies’ Working Man’s Café has a lighter touch and a deeper sense of humor to it. Opener ‘Vietnam Cowboys’ is a biting prod at globalization, while ‘Peace In Our Time’ is a more sentimental plea for pacifism. Davies’ backing band is spot-on, tight, and uncluttered, allowing Davies’ finely-aged vocal cords to bring a great amount of emotion and tenderness that other musicians of his age (62 at the time of the recording) only wish they could possess. It’s not as instantly satisfying as Other People’s Lives, but coming from the man who once sang “I’m a 20th century man / But I don’t wanna be here”, it’s good to have Ray Davies around still.
Defining song: Imaginary Man

1. Elvis Costello, Momofuku
Even though it might be hard to believe, there’s always a theme to Elvis Costello’s albums, and for his newest album, Momofuku, that theme is simple: no fuss, no muss. Joined by the Imposters and a host of musical friends that periodically bump the roster up to a neuftet, there’s a lightness and airiness to the songs, though it occasionally gets gloriously murky, especially on the psychedelic acid trip of ‘Turpentine’. The arrangements are simple, the production unfussy, and the mood joyous; overdubs are minimal, errors are kept in, and Costello sounds rejuvenated, even thrilled to be recording in such a shambolic manner. The title is a nod to Momofuku Ando, creator of the instant noodle. The reason? All you need to do is add water, and Costello felt that this suited the mood of the songs perfectly. It’s hard to disagree.
Defining song: Turpentine


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