Tiny Tunes
By Michael Henningsen
JANUARY 25, 1999:
Olivia Tremor Control Black Foliage: Animation Music (Flydaddy)
1996's exceptional Dusk at Cubist Castle announced the
Olivia Tremor Control as the third prong of the great Elephant
6 triumvirate (after the Apples In Stereo and Neutral Milk Hotel).
Shockingly, their second full-length release, the 27-track Black
Foliage, trumps the debut all the way around. The pop songs
are more poppy, and there are more of them. "Hideaway,"
the dreamy "I Have Been Floated" and "California
Demise 3," remade from last year's 7-inch EP, are as instantly
hummable as anything the Apples have yet concocted. The sonic
experiments, brief instrumentals and tape collages are integrated
more seamlessly than before, and improvisatory musings like the
12-minute "The Bark and Below It" never lose the listener's
interest, unlike the sometimes ponderous second disc of the debut.
"A Place We Have Been To," "Paranormal Echoes"
and especially the overtly Beach Boys-like vocals in "The
Sylvan Screen" make it obvious that the E6 collective have
been listening to their Smile bootlegs more than ever.
Meanwhile, the title track and its five similarly named instrumental
doppelgangers vaguely recall Rock Bottom-era Robert Wyatt.
But as a whole, comparisons are fruitless. The Olivia Tremor Control
have reached the point where they sound only like themselves:
trippy, inviting, eccentric and endlessly fascinating. ¡¡¡¡¡
Love Nut Baltimucho! (Big Deal)
It's recently become socially acceptable for '90s popsters to
declare fealty to Cheap Trick's patented late-'70s mix of hard
candy crunch and glossy pop sheen. Baltimore's Love Nut are apparently
among the Trick's most ardent admirers. From the one-two punch
of the opening "Theme From Baltimucho" and the only
slightly less manic "Bob Pine" to the gently psychedelic
untitled closing track, their second album tries hard to recreate
that In Color vibe.
They get it half right. Guitarist/ songwriter Andy Bopp knows
how to balance diamond-sheen guitar riffs, anthemic choruses and
sweet harmonies in that tricky not-too-hard/not-too-soft style
of '70s power pop. Unfortunately, Bopp's unimaginative lyrics
evaporate the second the song is over (certainly there's nothing
as clever as Trick's "ELO Kiddies," or as menacing as
"The Ballad of TV Violence"). Nothing is less than competent,
and several tracks (the semi-quirky "Man Or Machine?"
in particular) are excellent, but Love Nut really need a stronger
dose of personality if they want to do more than remind people
of their heroes. ¡¡¡1/2
The Concentrators The Concentrators (Lotus Sound)
Remember the ska revival? Sure you do, it was the next big thing
for about five minutes before the now-fading swing revival. Unfortunately,
most of these bands wouldn't have known bluebeat if it bit 'em
on the ass. But now that Gwen Stefani is about six weeks away
from a career at Fotomat, ska can return to those who know what
to do with it.
Most of The Concentrators' full-length debut was recorded live
at KUNM and the Launchpad, smart moves for a band whose furious
live attack is their greatest asset. Naturally, tracks like the
smoking "Albuquerculosis" sound better blasting through
an atmosphere of dance-floor heat and $2 Red Stripes. But unlike
a lot of local bands, The Concentrators have put a convincing
approximation of their stage power on tape. What's next? ¡¡¡¡
Ninian Hawick Steep Steps (Grimsey)
Track one, "Scottish Rite Temple Stomp" (originally
released as a single in 1996) is brilliant, one of the funniest,
catchiest songs I've heard in ages, with Heather McElhone's snotty-cute
vocals and absurd lyrics leading a wide-screen rampage of bagpipes,
loud guitars, funky-drummer beats and massed keyboards. Genius.
The rest of this 28-minute EP consists of a terrible remix of
"Stomp," two lackluster pop songs not sung by McElhone
and four formless electronic soundscapes. Crap.
So that's five cute li'l doggies for track one, one cute li'l
doggie for the rest, averaging out to: ¡¡¡

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