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One Fresh Spin, One Old Gem

Marshall Frank Policed Miami’s Mean Streets When Mean Really Meant Mean

 

By Marc Stephens

 

Artist: Mitch Easter

Album: Dynamico

Released: March 13, 2007

Label: 125 Records

Verdict: Worth the 19-Year Wait

 

You may not have heard of Mitch Easter, but you’ve definitely heard his music: Jangle-rock producer extraordinaire, he was the wizard behind R.E.M.’s first two classic records, as well as a slew of other well-regarded releases over the past three decades. In the early ’80s, his band Let’s Active practically invented Southern indie rock, and despite more than 100 production and playing credits in the interim, Dynamico represents his first album of original material in 19 years. And while the man could always play, he can definitely still write too.

Each Mitch Easter song is its own distinctive animal and just as easily recognizable: hook-laden, deceptively complex guitar rock, except with a heap of southern American Gothic thrown in as well. This is utterly American music first and foremost, and gloriously so, a seemingly endless cache of twang and country drawl infusing every chord and lick. While considerably more muscular than the bulk of his revered Let’s Active catalog, Dynamico unquestionably inhabits the same crevassed terrain; though not depressing by any means, Easter definitely likes his vibe sinister, celebrating the hidden and the ominous at every melodic turn. “Sudden Clown Drop” plays like a serial killer teaching the facts of life to an eager protégé on a lost deserted highway, while the gritty, fuzzed-out “Dusky Lair” is what Russell Crowe would sound like if you got him rip-roaring drunk and handed him an electric guitar with the reverb set too high. And then, just when you least expect it comes the glittering “Why Is It So Hard?” breaking up the lurid mood via a jangling Byrdsian tour through departed 1970s small-town arcana. With Dynamico, the Master has returned, and gloriously so; two years past 50, Easter sings and plays like he hasn’t aged a day.

 

Artist: Kitchens of Distinction

Album: Cowboys and Aliens

Released: 1995

Label: One Little Indian

Verdict: Everything You’ve Ever Lost

 

“When you’re in love, you have someone to hit.” Not exactly a ringing endorsement of relationship bliss, granted. But fortunately Kitchens of Distinction aren’t always so blithely pessimistic, and on this near-masterpiece of forlorn love and passion, it’s honest hope and a blinding ache for romance that eventually win the day.

Lead singer Patrick Fitzgerald got a lot of press for his uncommon sexual candor in the late ’80s, and one wonders if the heat of the British public eye may have contributed to the piercing brilliance of such dreamlike showpieces as “One of Those Sometimes Is Now,” or the heartrending “Remember Me” (the latter of which benefits immensely from guest Katie Meehan’s wrenching background vocal). “Here Come the Swans” is another jewel, mystically treading the fine line between ballad and balls-out rock with ease. Through it all, guitarist Julian Swales wields his guitar as a pair of angel wings, layering songs such as “Come on Now” and “Now It’s Time to Say Goodbye” with a billowing sonic wash that settles over the listener’s ears like hallucinogenic fallout. “Remember Me” may be Cowboys And Aliens’ most compelling moment, but for latent explosive complexity one might just have to go with album climax “Prince of Mars” — a stunning Who-like epic that Swales makes his own, with an elliptical coda whose mountainous notes rise and fall much the same way Pete Townshend’s did on “Bargain” 35 years ago. In fact, if there’s a musical template for Cowboys’ ebb and flow, it probably is 1971’s monolithic Who’s Next: Much like that masterwork of sorrow and heartbreak, it’s tough to listen to this record without being gently and nostalgically reminded of everything you’ve ever lost.

Marc Stephens is a Web consultant by day, writer by night. Comments? E-mail letters@miamisunpost.com.

 

 


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