Here are the albums I reviewed for the Mar. issue of EL Magazine, which came out last Friday. Also, be sure to check out the new EL website at http://elbuzz.tv.

Hotel Shampoo
-Gruff Rhys (Ovni/Hostess)
Jonny (PIAS/Hostess)
By rights the Welsh group Super Furry Animals should be as big as Belle and Sebastian, another retro-pop outfit with strong regional ties that influence its creative output. But SFA leader Gruff Rhys is too much of a musical polymath to settle for a single identifiable trademark, and since the birth of the group in 1990 it’s gone through a complex evolution, from proto-techno to indie guitar band to post-millennial psychedelia. The only unifying elements are Rhys’ muffled, languorous vocals and his penchant for 70s-style melodies. Though Hotel Shampoo isn’t his first solo record, it’s certainly his most determined attempt to nail down a characteristic sound, which recalls post-Beatles orchestral pop and R&B centered on thumping piano chords. Referencing the horn vamp from “Get Ready,” the radio-ready “Sensations in the Dark” could be called a prime dance track if Rhys didn’t sound as if he were singing it from inside a closet. Obviously less interested in the visceral properties of a song, Rhys places all his resources in the service of creating the perfectly tooled pop ditty. He knows he doesn’t have the voice for it, but he carefully modulates every trill, falsetto break, and swoon if the song’s emotional dimension calls for it, all the while making sure that the rhythms shift for a reason and the carefully arranged instruments don’t trip all over themselves in the process. Borrowing the Bacharach style without Bacharach’s typical melodic knottiness, “Take a Sentence” would have made the perfect B.J. Thomas ballad even if Rhys himself is incapable of the kind of operatic showiness the song seems to call for. And sometimes, as on “Christopher Columbus,” a song demands cheesy synthesizers and flatulent sax solos, thus indicating that Rhys has little use for highbrow-lowbrow distinctions when it comes to pop: the idea supersedes its effect. If a song demands a cheesy synth, you don’t argue with it. This attitude may be a Welsh thing, if the new side project featuring former Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci vocalist Euros Childs is any indication. Jonny, a partnership between Childs and Teenage Fanclub‘s Norman Blake, champions an even more distilled form of early 70s pop obsession, the kind of West Coast guitar rock that pub rockers like Brinsley Schwarz retooled for drunken working class blokes. Blake, of course, has already tilled this field, and if Childs adds anything it’s a sense of innocence, as if he’d just discovered his parents’ secret stash of Hamilton, Joe Frank & Reynolds singles in the attic. If Jonny shares anything with Rhys it’s his conviction that what made the 70s Top 40 great was its loopy disregard for thought-provoking lyrics. The catchiness of a song like “Goldmine” is not derived from its charging guitars but rather from the insistent conceit of its choral metaphor: “Goldmine, I’m diggin’ [repeat word six more times] for you!” Jonny proves once again that only really smart people are capable of producing music this mindlessly entertaining. Continue reading






