Kassin :: Relax / Domenico Lancellotti :: Asas

The beat goes on. Alexandre Kassin and Domenico Lancellotti came up in the middle of the last decade as members of the +2s (along with Moreno Veloso, son of Caetano). The trio’s leadership rotated so that each artist got a solo album (“plus two”), and all three records that came of the enterprise are well worth tracking down.

Kassin :: Relax

Veloso returned with 2014’s overlooked Coisa Boa (which featured his +2 bandmates, as well as Rodrigo Amarante and Takako Minekawa), and after releasing solo records of their own in mid-aughts, Kassin and Lancellotti have both made their way back, too. Lancellotti released The Good is a Big God, a collection of sambas lightly dusted with electronic processing and occasionally rising into maelstroms of noise, on May 11, while Kassin’s disco-thumping carioca jammer Relax dropped the same day. Above, Kassin’s title track will take you through a hot Rio night, while Lancellotti’s “Asas” drags you out of town for the comedown. words / m garner

Domenico Lancellotti :: Asas

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Azambuja & Cia :: Baiano & Os Novos Caetanos

As Mychal Denzel Smith recently wrote of Curtis Mayfield’s Superfly, “The worst political music sounds political.” Similarly, the worst comic music sounds comic. All due respect to Weird Al, the exception to every rule of taste and success, but funny music is rarely funny, and it’s rarely musical. The success of Flight of the Conchords and The Lonely Island is predicated upon this fact: Both of those groups viewed themselves as writers and creators working in a humorous mode; if their songs felt authentic – authenticity and believability being the key to comedic longevity – it’s because they were true fans of the music they were satirizing, and as a result they knew its contours intuitively. It’s not surprising, then, that funny songs about politics are practically nonexistent; the bar to clear is so high, and the air up there so rarified, that only Randy Newman seems to be able to breathe it with any regularity.

This is what Chico Anysio and Arnaud Rodrigues were up against in the middle of the 1970s in Brazil. The duo worked together on Anysio’s show Chico City, where he’d perform as Paulo Maurî­cio Azambuja, a down-on-his-luck conman who lacked the grace to pull off a real caper. Azambuja had company. With a hardened military dictatorship nearing the end of its first decade in power, Brazil was settling into its hardened new reality. Caetano Veloso and Gilberto Gil were back from their government-imposed exist in London, and along with Jorge Ben, Gal Costa, and Os Novos Baianos, were renovating Tropicî¡lia, expanding its hybridization of American and British psychedlia with rural Brazilian rhythms to include jazz, funk, and soul in a beguiling mix that usually sounded nothing like any of those genres. The albums being made in this era – Gil’s Expresso 2222 and Refazenda, Ben’s A Tabua de Esmaralda and îfrica Brasil, Os Novos Baianos’ FC – are among the very best ever recorded in Brazil or anywhere else.

Which meant, of course, that they were ripe for parody, so Anysio and Rodrigues teamed up with the excellent jazz-funk trio Azymuth for a pair of albums. 1975’s Azambuja & Cia is a musical chronicle of the titular detective interspersed with a pair of lengthy comedic monologues, while the previous year’s Baiano & Os Novos Caetanos is, as its title suggests, a good-natured take on the novos tropicî¡listas. Despite the intrusion of the former’s monologues and the novelty-ish goof of the latter’s opening track, both albums succeed on purely musical terms, and at times nearly approach the level of the artists they were parodying. Now, in an era calling both for dissent and for the occasional deflation of that dissent, Far Out Recordings is reissuing both records.

Azambuja & Cia’s lineage is more apparent. With Azymuth fleshing out their ideas, Anysio and Rodrigues move between genres like they’re segments of a variety show. They play heady, folk-derived psych-funk on opener “Nega Brecho,” then shift into a bossa-nova groove for “Ao Bililico,” where Jose Menezes’ Rhodes throws a cool-jazz shade over the proceedings. Later, on “Tema do Azambuja,” the eponymous detective struts through Rio over a low-key samba beat turned noir by a folding bassline; flecks of disco guitar spit by as he makes his way through the night. As the album progresses, the groove begins to fade, giving way to the gorgeous “Maristela,” a song that begins like an updated “Mas Que Nada” and quickly evolves into a plaintive, sax-led love song that flirts with a smoothness just beyond its reach.

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Itsuro Shimoda :: Everybody Anyone みんな誰でも (1973)

"Everybody Anyone", via Itsuro Shimoda's Love Songs And Lamentations, 1973. After a year of intent listening, framing what I imagined the haunted Japanese lyrical content to be, I did the unimaginable (no, obvious) and Googled it. And up came Youtube . . .

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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (7pm PST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can now be heard every Wednesday at 7pm PST with an encore broadcasts on-demand via the SIRIUS/XM app.

SIRIUS 525: Jean-Michel Bernard — Genérique Stéphane ++ The Rock*A*Teens - Don’t Destroy This Night ++   The Dirty Three - Great Waves ++ Amen Dunes - Green Eyes ++ Mr. Airplane Man - Jesus On The Mainline (Traditional) ++ Cat Power - Cross Bones Style ++ The Breeders - Metal Man ++ Bill Callahan - Drover ++ Case Studies - Secrets ++ Bonnie “Prince” Billy - My . . .

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Michael Nau & the Mighty Thread :: Funny In Real Life

"Funny In Real Life" is the latest cut from the forthcoming self-titled  Michael Nau & the Mighty Thread  LP. Where lead single,  "Less Than Positive,"  was soaring with Spector-isms, "Funny"  finds Nau and company easing off the throttle and settling into a sublime Cadillac groove that we can't . . .

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Tim Rutili & Craig Ross :: Choke

On 10 Seconds to Collapse, the new full-length collaboration between Tim Rutili of Red Red Meat/Califone and Craig Ross (Shearwater, Lisa Germano, Spoon, Patty Griffin, Robert Plant, Daniel Johnston), the duo tear down and reassemble a set of compositions evoking folk, pop, and psychedelic rock & roll song forms. The resulting eight-song lp is a damaged but nonetheless pleasant listen; a charmingly disorienting spin through dystopic themes. The duo's previous, 2016’s Guitars Tuned to Air Conditioners, was a meditation on electricity and drone, but the new record hews a little closer to Califone's 2013 album, Stitches, which Ross contributed to alongside a wide cast of players assembled by Rutili. Like that album, it borders on the apocalyptic, cutting out familiar scenes which become weirdly revelatory removed from their source. It wasn't a decision per se, but rather a natural development and outgrowth of the two players' friendship.

"It's like a coping mechanism," Rutili says. "That's what we joke about: the darkest, most horrible stuff. Even though it wasn't a conscious effort to make a record about this most horrible time, it just found it's way in there."

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Aquarium Drunkard Presents :: Desert Oracle Radio Live

Arizona: On Friday, July 13, Aquarium Drunkard presents a live taping of Desert Oracle Radio at Valley Bar in downtown Phoenix, with the Boxhead Ensemble, Jenny Russell, Jason P. Woodbury, and Brendan Maze. A night of desert stories and music. The radio companion to the quarterly field guide to the American Southwest, Desert . . .

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The Gospel of Diane Kolby

"…Robust, delicate, [she] tauntingly charges with the freshness of a child, the discernment of a sage"
— Marge Crumbaker

Born April 2, 1946 in Houston, TX to parents of German descent, Diane Kolbe's family never expected anything of her in life other than to be a singer. Surrounded by music at birth, she grew up in a home inundated with instruments, so gifted with an ear for music that she soon surpassed her teachers and became mostly self-taught at guitar and piano from then on. Weekends were spent alternately going to church on Sundays, or hanging out at the local dance halls the night before, shooting pool and soaking in the music and nightlife. Socially, she was described as being simultaneously both simple and complex, and conversationally talking either non-stop or not at all. After graduating high school, she started playing gigs in the small town of La Grange, situated between Houston and Austin, moving on to bigger cities and even various local political events (Texas state senator John Wilson was a huge fan). At some point, music executive Clive Davis apparently fell head over heels for her voice, and signed Kolby to Columbia Records. Music executives were shocked when she arrived to her first recording sessions, 12-string Fender acoustic and dog, Ginger, in tow, and proceeded to record her self-penned songs with one barefoot on top of a homemade bar of lye soap made for her by elderly friend Bessie Kimble (for luck). Although initially slated to go by the moniker Jancy Lee Tyler, she ended up simply changing her last name from Kolbe to Kolby professionally, releasing her first and only self-titled album in 1973. It contained her only charting single, "Holy Man", peaking at #67 on the U.S. Billboard charts, and charting in other countries as well. The remainder of the album is filled with soaring spiritual songs ("Reincarnation", "Jesus, Oh My Jesus"), mixed with reminiscent love songs ("Once Around The Park"), and songs about the people and places she knew ("Bessie Kimble"). Competently recorded in both Hollywood and Houston by two different producers/arrangers, the album stands out because of the bold, loud, perfectly tuned vocals of it's performer.

Diane Kolby :: Holy Man
Diane Kolby :: Was I The Last Thing On Your Mind

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SIRIUS/XMU :: Aquarium Drunkard Show (7pm PST, Channel 35)

Our weekly two hour show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35, can now be heard every Wednesday at 7pm PST with an encore broadcasts on-demand via the SIRIUS/XM app. Find the Jet Lag mixtape, HERE.

SIRIUS 524: Jean-Michel Bernard — Genérique Stéphane ++ Keith Hudson - Furnace ++ Riz Ortolani - Fino All’ Ultimo Colpo ++ Basabasa Experience - Konya ++ Ambassadeur International - Mandjou ++ Grupo Irakere - Bacalao Con Pan . . .

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African Scream Contest Vol. 2 :: Benin 1963-1980

Five songs into African Scream Contest 2 comes one of the greatest recorded screams I’ve ever heard.The Picoby Band D’Abomey have just begun to play “Mé Adomina,” a track built around a loping surf groove and a lazy shaker that suggests almost anything besides ecstatic fits of joy. And then the singer gets free. He lets loose a blood-curdling howl that immediately redlines the song and that’s probably still resounding in the Beninese city where it was recorded. It is a wild thing, a shriek of joy, truly an entrant in the hall of fame of great rock ’n’ roll screams. Move over, “Won’t Get Fooled Again.”

It’s such a powerful shout that it shakes you into realizing that it’s the first of its kind on this two-LP compilation of afro-funk from Benin. The modest yelp that caps the North African lullaby of Elias Akadiri and Sunny Black’s Band’s “L’enfance” notwithstanding, the contested screams here aren’t being laid down by the musicians; it’s that the musicians are competing to make the listener scream.

And there’s a lot to scream about on African Scream Contest 2, the sequel to the legendary 2008 compilation of the same name put together by ace crate-digger Sam Ben Redjeb, the former flight attendant behind the Analog Africa label. Like its older brother, 2 makes the case for the vitality and richness of the music scene in Benin, a country whose musical legacy is greatly overshadowed by its Nigerian neighbors to the east and, to a lesser degree, by Ghana to the west.

African Scream Contest Vol.2 - Benin 1963-1980 by Various

The sounds here are immediately familiar, but reveal unexpected complexities: Les Sympathics de Porto Novo kick things off with a zamrock-worthy lead guitar before segueing into a loose afrobeat pattern, l’Orchsetre El Rego spangles a stutter-stepping afro-cuban jam with tinny synths and soul-jazz organ, the Orchestre Poly-Rythmo de Cotonou play chanting Ghanaian disco from deep pocket grooves while the vocals shift into wispy calls-and-responses that sound more like Tuareg vocal melodies than the sounds typically associated with West Africa. It suggests that Benin’s musicians soaked up everything that came near them and then some, a kind of accidental melting pot of sound.

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Aquarium Drunkard Presents :: Jet Lag II: Night Flight — A Mixtape

In 2012 we intercepted two hours of Jet Lag -- the radio program hosted by Yoon Nam -- which ceased airing three years ago following an inspired decade-long run on Atlanta’s 88.5 fm. Earlier this year we caught up with Nam as she put together the following two-hour mix amidst a visit . . .

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Rosali :: I Wanna Know

“I Wanna Know,” the lead-off track from Philadelphia singer-songwriter Rosali’s fantastic new Trouble Anyway LP, floats along for five minutes on just two hypnotic chords. You might be reminded a bit of Stevie Nicks’ moody Tusk-era dreamscapes — though Paul . . .

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Tina Harvey :: I’m Waiting For The Man (The Velvet Underground)

Lou Reed tried to sell us on a Harlem heroin score being cool, even if he was feeling “more dead than alive.” Tina Harvey went to the same dealer, but she was just jonesing. Gone is the jangly swagger of the Velvets uptown jaunt - she and her band tear a blister across the cover, slipping on the worn out steps of the old brownstone, grasping perilously against the stair railing. The guitar picks away quietly but aggressively in the background, coursing in and out of the slamming rhythm. On the back-half, a chorus of Lovin’ Spoonful-esque ahh’s . . .

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