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Music Reviews
December 22, 1993
Of course, Chastity comes from a storied background, as her parents were Sonny and Cher (Chastity says that she grew up with her mother in southern California after her folks separated). She and Chance were roommates at New York University, and they decided to form a band after graduation. Although the intense East Coast media pressure early in their career nearly caused them to split up, the band toughed it out and recorded this disc last year in Los Angeles. As reported by Chance, there are no synthesizers or digital effects anywhere on the album. Chance says, "We turned our back on technology. Everything you hear was played by humans. It's reminiscent of the 60s, but more a tip of the hat than emulating it. We took the music we love and rejuvenated it, made it 90s." Featuring a string section and complicated arrangements, Hang Out Your Poetry occasionally leans toward the overproduced side (but not nearly to the absurd reaches of Wilson Phillips). However, Chastity and Chance are talented ladies, and their skills rise above the temporary excesses on this confection-laden collection. Fans of this kind of pop -- soaring harmonies, backed by a strong production effort -- will be pleased to find Hang Out Your Poetry.
Let's not pull any punches here. The Dead Milkmen are not interested in making high art. They just want to have a good time and sell a few albums along the way. As the band acknowledges, they reached a high-water mark in 1988 when they had a video featured on MTV and received substantial air play on college radio.
Hollywood Records (which is showing new signs of life) picked them up, and the result is Not Richard, But Dick. Featuring songs like "I Dream of Jesus," "Let's Get the Baby High" and "I Started to Hate You," the band finds itself in waters previously charted by the late, great Frank Zappa. If you're looking for a fun party band, ring up The Dead Milkmen.
The Love Gods have a distinctive sound, and should avoid undue influences from third parties trying to make them into something they are not. In addition, the Love Gods should be careful around American Records owner (and multi-millionaire) Rick Rubin; Rick is evidently determined to push the First Amendment to its furthest limits, and the Love Gods don't want to get caught in the Tipper Gore-led backlash that is sure to result. Two nights later, Al Stewart played a revved-up set at the Wild Blue. This was Al's second appearance in Fresno, and the welcome mat is always out for this gracious and erudite crowd pleaser. Al's new album, Famous Last Words, is now available on Mesa Records: for jazz/rock buffs, Mesa has also released a swell new instrumental set from Andy Summers and John Ethridge entitled Invisible Threads.
Also appearing with Al was ace jazz guitarist Peter White. For this show, Peter played an electric six-string; the result on old favorites like "Year of the Cat" (also featuring Dave Camp on sax), "End of the Day" (a sweet, lilting number), and "Almost Lucy" was terrific country-oriented rock. Al and Peter have assembled a great band, and they had the crowd on its feet by the end of the show. They should cut a rock album, and break loose from Al's recent quasi-acoustic tendencies -- the result might be a big-seller. -- Randy Krbechek Copyright (c) Randy Krbechek Design by David Anand Prasad and Idea Co. |