This Brooklyn singer-songwriter combines country and swing, making crackling songs that wink and smile and sway. She’s got a rich, plummy voice, and she lays it on thick over a taut guitar strum, making for music as long on charm as it is on melody”.
Although Weezer fans’ patience is put to the test at times by their uneven output–not to mention confounding album art (such as titling an album “Hurley” after a character from TV show Lost)–Rivers Cuomo reminds us now and then that few in the business are his equal when it comes to the kind of glorious pop rock chorus that makes you want to crank it up and put the top down. (Even if you drive a minivan and not a convertible.)
To my ears this song shares DNA with the music of power pop founding fathers the Raspberries. With no disrespect to any current platinum-selling act, the fact that there’s no place on the current pop charts for this kind of pop speaks to our general musical impoverishment.
My favorite lines:
We first met/In the lunchroom/My ocular nerve went pop! zoom!
I’ve never observed such a beautiful face
Sweet lady/Don’t play me/If I am a knob don’t fade me
Another pretty Gary Louris tune; there are dozens of them waiting to be discovered if you like the sound of blissful, cathartic choruses and country rock harmonizing. It’s like the Eagles minus the egos.
You know how some songs just sound better loud? Chalk Dinosaur’s slithering synth intro begs me to turn up the volume as John O’Hallaron proceeds to complain about having one of those nights when sleep just won’t come.
O’Hallaron, who hails from Pittsburgh, PA, basically is Chalk Dinosaur. As his Bandcamp link points out, his music swings wildly between styles from one release to the next. When you think you can safely peg it as Weezer-influenced indie pop, O’Hallaron releases an EP of surf guitar tunes. ( http://chalkdinosaur.bandcamp.com/album/kitty-hawk-surf ). Then comes the title track from the Follow Me EP, which sounds like a lost 60’s harmony vocal group artifact, and so on. He’ll even mix in the occasional 9 or 11-minute psychedelic rock epic.
O’Hallaron’s not kidding when he lists his influences as “Any music that makes me feel something.”
He’s certainly a prolific writer too, having released five albums or EPs over a four-year span. And his website, which keeps track of the songs he writes in chronological order, lists over 200 compositions: http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/user/jrohalla/
Interesting guy, and still unsigned. Perhaps because that kind of eclecticism would drive record label marketing types bonkers. As long as his self-released music is accessible through major outlets, which is it, this is probably the best arrangement for all concerned. No one has the job of figuring out how to promote an artistic chameleon, while John can continue to make the music he enjoys making, and fans know it’ll always be interesting.
Sleeping Late:
Four useless hours lying in bed trying to sleep.
My brain’s on fire. I should try counting sheep.
When I close my eyes, thoughts start to flood my mind. Why I get so deep I don’t know, I just wanna fall asleep.
Sun is creeping up. It’s getting light. I’m wide awake.
I’m doomed again. Plans or not, I’m sleeping late.
Rob Dickinson’s solo debut displays the ex-Catherine Wheel guitarist/frontman’s penchant for the epic, soaring ballad–a perfect setting for his conversation with the Goddess of Love herself. His music packs an emotional wallop without overwrought histrionics.
And speaking of histrionics, Dickinson is the cousin of Iron Maiden’s Bruce Dickinson.