Low Cut Connie – Call Me Sylvia
Straight outta Philly and as grimy as the bar circuit they hope will take them to greater fortunes, Low Cut Connie, led by the Jerry Lee-esque Adam Weiner, slightly soften the jaggedness of last year’s classically crusty debut, and throw in some love songs and big-throated ballads which struggle for breathing space when seated next to their band-on-the-run tunes. As much as they want to channel the Rat Pack on “Cleveland,” it doesn’t make me want to move there, or even visit, and “Desperation” doesn’t sound as desperate as it should. Instead I’ll take “Boozophilia,” and its line about sleeping in a balcony and the “Pity Party” quip about still living with your parents. At 15 songs, their night of debauchery goes too long, but the sudsy last call of “(No More) Wet T-Shirt Contests” is the perfect way to kick start a hangover. “I wear my undies on the outside like a fallen woman in a pew,” Weiner sings cheekily. “But I wear my undies with pride. What else am I supposed to do?” GRADE: A-
Key Tracks:
“(No More) Wet T-Shirt Contests”
“Boozophilia”
“Brand New Cadillac”
Bob Dylan - Tempest
After several advanced reviews warned of how “dark” and “strange” Dylan’s thirty fifth album supposedly was, I expected a more sinister version of 2009’s Together Through Life, an LP which wasn’t quite as lovely as its love songs wanted it to be. I waited for the essence of those tunes to sour and curdle onTempest, and listened for Dylan’s perpetual rasp to spit bile against his trespassers. Instead, I heard a drifter, tired of wandering, searching for a sense of home. Where 2006’sModern Times, the finest album of his renaissance era, found him merrily rolling from one shanty town to the next, here he’s grown tired and bored. “Listen to that Duquesne Whistle blowin / Blowin’ through another no good town,” Dylan growls on the opening song. The entirety of the album’s first six minutes is spent in gold plated nostalgia. He imagines an oak tree he used to climb, and the face of a woman he can no longer touch. The present? It’s turned stiff and impersonal (kinda like his band). “I ain’t seen my family in 20 years,” he sings on “Long and Wasted Years.” “That’s not easy to understand / They may be dead by now.” Some of these songs are his most personal. But where he’s personal he’s also devastatingly distant. Almost half the album’s 70 minute running time comes from two stagnant tracks – a 14 minute ballad about the Titanic (no choruses) and a nine minute tale of a love triangle gone murderously wrong. It’s not as if his storytelling or lyricism isn’t as sharp as it ever was, but even legends can’t go on forever. Save that shit for the history books. GRADE: B+
Key Tracks:
“Duquesne Whistle”
“Pay In Blood”
“Scarlet Town”
