Dot Allison is best known as the ex-singer of Scottish trio One Dove, which quickly came and went back in 1993. One Dove’s detached coolness and dub explorations (courtesy of Primal Scream producer Andrew Weatherall) generated enough earth tones to keep it grounded in dance-pop. In fact, One Dove’s sole…
Nelly may be the multiplatinum superstar of the moment from the so-called Dirty South, but the evocative Scarface is the man truly representing the artistry of hip-hop’s bawdy hard-core. The Geto Boys pioneer wowed rap and rock critics alike this year with his album The Fix and the single “On…
Kool Keith is rap’s man of mystery. The near-legendary Brooklyn MC wears personas like jackets, switching from the perverted sex fiend on 1996’s brilliant Dr. Octagon to the section-eight-dwelling cannibal on 1999’s First Come, First Served (released under the moniker Dr. Dooom) to the interplanetary shoplifter on 2000’s Analog Brothers…
Clarence Fountain is the solitary spokesperson for the sightless gospel vocal troupe Blind Boys of Alabama. Interesting, because Fountain is not the world’s most gregarious guy. He speaks softly and with few unnecessary words. Not that he’s unfriendly, mind you, but considering he turned 73 late last month, has been…
After ascending from their adopted city of Nashville on the wings of 1997’s Come On Over, which sold 37 million copies worldwide, Shania Twain and husband/producer/co-writer Jeff “Mutt” Lange rise higher into the global pop stratosphere on the brazenly titled Up!. To reassure old fans, the duo offers comfy continuity,…
This is perhaps a first in hard-rock journalism — interviewer asks interviewee if he could please turn down Mario Lanza’s recording of “Finiculi Finicula” because he can’t hear himself think. Interviewee agrees. “Yeah, that’s a hard song to talk over . . .” says Danny Marianino, a New Jersey transplant…
Don’t tell anyone, but Mike Davenport, bassist and singer for the Ataris, once had a backroom fling with a seductive game system that was not his public devotion of choice. “I was very heavily into Intellivision for a while. They had the better sports games by far,” he says. “Plus,…
“Does anyone have a joke they could tell while we tune?” asks Andy King, the lip-pierced, blond-highlighted guitarist for Tempe punks Slowpoke at lunch time in between songs in the band’s ska-inflected set. He finds almost no takers, and the one guy who does answer the call, a short chubby…
The debut from Audioslave — the alt-rock supergroup that pairs a Zack de la Rocha-less Rage Against the Machine with former Soundgarden front man Chris Cornell — shouldn’t have any problem generating the kind of heat the fiery Rage was known for. Only now, it won’t come from pouring gasoline…
Trailblazing partners Missy Elliott and Timbaland function as musical time travelers, teleporting in every few years to show hip-hop what its future looks like. With their latest collaboration, Under Construction, the future might morph into its barely distant past. The album’s musical tracks begin with something almost blasphemous to the…
The Bronx’s favorite boricua Fat Joe finally saw platinum this year after more than a decade of toiling behind his brand of raw hip-hop. But it took some sex appeal, a pop glossover and some marketing ingenuity to put him over the top in the form of “What’s Luv,” a…
“God knows how I adore life,” Beth Gibbons whispers at album’s dawn, before it gives way to 10 songs that suggest the opposite; “so tired of life,” she sings one track later. The singer, late of the lamented Portishead, and Paul “Rustin Man” Webb, ex of Talk Talk (wha?), have…
Creed doesn’t really suck. Yes, they are traveling down a galling road many a Journey and Chicago have traveled before. The right combination of showy power-chording, handsomeness and warm, engaging looks into the audience is a time-tested tradition. But the soft mush of the mainstream always cries for the comfort…
The dissolution of Squeeze opened a new musical world for Glenn Tilbrook. Suddenly a solo artist, without a label, touring alone with nothing more than an acoustic guitar, Tilbrook hit the road as hard as at any time in his career, first plunging into covers, then supporting a solo debut,…
Diamond Rio is the only group to become a member of the Grand Ole Opry since 1984 (others have made it solo), perhaps the strongest indication that these neo-traditionalists are as Nashville as Nashville gets. Judging by the assault of the Twains and the Hills and the Womacks on country…
While it’s Texas billionaire David Bonderman’s prerogative to pay the Rolling Stones nearly $7 million to play a 40-minute set at his birthday bash, you’ve got to wonder what real “Satisfaction” he derives from the exchange. Does he imagine the Stones having a preshow huddle in his honor, collectively deciding,…
It wasn’t quite Captain Kirk vs. Ricardo Montalbán in tights, but Commander Angel Nova considered it a successful intergalactic mission. “[We] had planned to commando’ the 2002 Vans Warped Tour [i.e., perform in the parking lot] in San Francisco, but when we started setting up in front of the show,…
Calvin Johnson is an indie rock legend. Not that casual observers would know it, which is the way the unassuming Johnson seems to prefer it. The singer, songwriter and executive released his debut solo album — the stark, soulful What Was Me — earlier this year after nearly 20 years…
The confessional Tori Amos of the past has made a move toward a more ruminative songwriting philosophy. The newer contemplative gestures make Scarlet’s Walk, Amos’ newest record, a meditative stroll through American landscapes. Some of the metaphorical places Amos visits in Walk aren’t new, but they are laced with new…
“Whoa, this sounds like disco, huh?” Precisely, my Funkytown-fearing friends. These SBLs are here to say bass and drum are out — Sturm und Drang is in! Purging the system of two founding members has left Ramin Sakurai and Geri Soriano-Lightwood free to explore their individual impulses and make use…
Christina Aguilera’s problem has always been overcompensation. On her debut, the young waif was so eager to show off her pipes that she mostly sounded horribly overwrought and warbly, like Mariah Carey hopped up on diet pills. On her sultry new second album, Aguilera is just as eager, only now…
Talib Kweli has a welterweight’s agility, and Jay-Z has a middleweight’s saunter, but the rappers have claimed the heavyweight titles in their respective rings. After defining the parameters of underground hip-hop in 1998 as half of Black Star, Kweli has since dedicated himself to shredding those parameters, renouncing the asceticism…
