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Friday, March 20, 2020

Day 0565 - Blood and Chocolate

Elvis Costello & the Attractions "Blood and Chocolate" (1986) - got it


Costello took a break from his usual band 'the Attractions' to make an album with producer T-Bone Burnett... which I'll have to check out, because I love his work on True Detective, O Brother Where Art Thou, and the Rhiannon Gidden's solo album.  Here he brings the Attractions back on board for a wild, relatively straightforward album.
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Elvis took the idea of "recording as live" to new levels.  Instead of everyone wearing headphones to hear the playback so that all the instruments are recorded cleanly and in isolation; he just had stage foldback monitors with the volume set to standard live show levels.  As a result, everything has a pretty rough in-your-face rawness to it; a sound that nicely emphasises the angry and direct lyrics.  There are morose ballads, the epic blues odyssey of "I want you", the almost beat-poetry style of "Tokyo Storm Warning".

Costello credits himself as 'Napoleon Dynamite' in the album liner notes, though Jared Hess states that he did not get the name of his film from this reference.

Saturday, March 14, 2020

Day 0559 - Rain Dogs

Tom Waits "Rain Dogs" (1985)


If "Swordfishtrombones" was a drunken left-turn down a dark alley, populated by an assortment of weird and unusual characters; "Rain Dogs" is Waits deciding that he likes the alley-way and setting himself up in his spot around the trash-can fire.

The beat poetry and drunken piano ballads are largely gone in favour of stories about the aforementioned odd characters, backed by honking horns (that occasionally drift into New Orleans jazz territory) and interesting melodic percussion.   Regular John Zorn collaborator Marc Ribot provides guitar for the album with playing that ranges from jazzy surf and twangy lead, to abrasive avant sounds, and everything between.  The music includes remnants of his bar-room piano balladry, and even some country and western, but mostly it's a whole new world.

Waits' voice ranges from his newly adopted barking shout, to a gravelly croon, occasionally even dabbling in a sort of affected nasally cabaret vocal.