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Soul Coughing
Ruby Vroom
(Slash/Warner Bros.)
Andy Partridge and Harold Budd
Through the Hill
(Gyroscope/Caroline)
The minor-chord electronic lushness found here is old hat for keyboardist Budd--but old hat doesn't mean worn out. For the most part, Through the Hill is an especially nice offering--futuristic lounge tinkling that sounds best at those moments when Budd allows spacy white noise to billow up behind his quiet arpeggios as if he were playing his synthesizers inside a conch shell. In the meantime, Partridge, of XTC fame, slides his fingers across acoustic and synthesized fretboards (loansies from bandmate Dave Gregory), and for once his discord sounds easeful. Maybe this is because Partridge doesn't recite his own poetry; then again, Budd's delivery of his partner's words provides a few unwelcome moments of tension. Beyond that, this is good reading music that likely will have you searching for The Pearl, Budd's 1984 collaboration with Brian Eno and an album good enough to inspire some radical easy listener to produce an ambient-music fanzine.--John Young
George Winston
Forest
(Windham Hill)
The first half of this CD includes the songs "The Cradle" and "Last Lullaby Here"; the second sports "The Snowman's Music Box Dance" and "Night Sky." Wake me when it's over.--Roberts
Barenaked Ladies
Maybe You Should Drive
(Sire)
The good news is that the (all-male) members of this Toronto fivesome appear intent on outgrowing the novelty reputation spawned by "If I Had a Million Dollars," their first album's alterna-hit. The better news is that, in large part, they're succeeding. Thanks to picture-perfect neofolk arrangements and pleasant (if deliberately wimpy) vocals, Drive downshifts the campy spirit that all but defined the band's last outing. The boys are at their best when they plumb a single lyrical conceit for multiple shades of meaning, as they do in "The Wrong Man Was Convicted." The material is less satisfying, though, when the group's various songwriters hide behind wanton displays of cleverness that, emotionally speaking, never make it out of first gear (for proof, listen to the tune entitled "A"). And the superfluous "Little Tiny Song" seems to have been included only to prove that the Ladies can still let down their expertly disheveled hair whenever they choose. Still, the buoyancy of songs like "Jane" and "Life in a Nutshell" make this disc a roadworthy sophomore effort.--John Jesitus
Alloy Orchestra
New Music for Silent Films
(Accurate)
Composing soundtracks for the silent-era cinema suddenly has become a favorite pastime among musical avant-gardists; practically every week in New York, classics by Buster Keaton or D.W. Griffith, complete with new, modern accompaniment, are enjoying second premieres seventy years after their first. However, few of these scores stand on their own as well as this collection of seventeen snippets suggested by a variety of pictures. Metropolis, the 1926 Fritz Lang anti-utopian masterwork, is the best-known of these inspirations, and the orchestra (actually a three-piece dominated by Caleb Sampson's synthesizers and Terry Donahue's accordion) comes up with five movements that juxtapose machine-age effects with atmospherics that are both foreboding and oddly seductive. Later, a brief passage motivated by 1928's The Wind combines a roiling piano section with Ken Winokur's sweeping percussion effects. But New Music is far more intriguing than the average backing tracks, even if you haven't seen these pictures. The images you'll see in your head no doubt will be just as captivating as those you might see on the screen.--Roberts