Marina and the Diamonds: “Valley of the Dolls” (2012)
From Marina and the Diamonds’ second album, 2012’s Electra Heart (on Elektra Records no less). Marina and the Diamonds is actually Welsh-born Marina Diamandis who, in an era when “indie pop” is used pretty loosely, is truly a self-made artist whose idiosyncratic style, distinctive voice and quirkily interesting arrangements may bring Regina Spektor to mind.
Like the more recent Flying Colors project, Kino combined the talents of some of neo-prog’s most respected bands on a collection of melodic rock (or prog lite if you wish).
Any project involving the likes of John Mitchell (Arena, It Bites) and Pete Trewavas (Marillion) is likely to yield tasteful, well-produced stuff, which this is.
Cherry Twister are Steve Ward and a few of his similarly retro-pop minded buddies. As the title suggests, At Home With…is a collection of their homemade demos, recorded with obvious musical nods to sunny 60’s pop and maybe Fountains of Wayne, and occupying a place toward the bubblegum end of the power pop spectrum.
Ian Anderson: “Calliandra Shade (The Cappuccino Song)” (2003)
Although Jethro Tull albums are written chiefly if not solely by Ian Anderson, his solo stuff tends to be a complete contrast. 2003’s Rupi’s Dance, as well as The Secret Language of Birds of three years earlier, appear to be more of an outlet for the laid-back, more acoustic work Anderson seems to increasingly enjoy recording and performing these days.
“Calliandra Shade”, as the album’s first track, is a perfect declaration of intent for such a pastoral record. It’s a song too inconsequential, too casual for a Tull album, and a perfect slice of Ian’s other side. Here he simply invites you to join him at his favorite table at an outdoor café, sip a designer coffee and enjoy the warm sunshine and loose conversation. It’s deliberately about nothing–the anti-Jethro Tull song. And it’s delightful.
I sit in judgment on the market square I have my favorite table and I have my chair Natives are friendly and the sun flies high All kinds of crazy waiters, they go drifting by
Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade Conversation going nowhere and yet everywhere Kick off those sad shoes and let the bare toes tingle Slip off that shoulder strapless and the thick black hair
Come, sit with me and take decaf designer coffee Come, laugh and listen as the ragamuffin children play Lame dog and a black cat, now they shuffle in the shadows You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day
Electric afternoon and shrill cellphones are mating Lame dog is dreaming, dreaming of a better life Where bed is fluffy pillows, table scraps are fillet mignon Flicked indiscreetly by the lazy waiter’s knife
Butch Walker & the Black Widows: “Day Drunk” (2011)
A nice slide guitar riff, a philosophical lyric about growing older, and a cathartic release of a chorus. It’s a simple and effective formula here and elsewhere on the second Butch Walker release to feature his new backing band the Black Widows.
The album’s swaggering, bar-band feel is equal parts roots rock and power pop–a great throwback party band sound.