P.O. Box 47
Craftsbury, VT 05826
Sample: "Hereafter" (271k)
Sample: "Dancing On" (229k)
"Singer/Songwriter/Flutist Margot Day's intense voice soars through three and a half octaves with crystalline tone, lyrics that are multi-faceted yet direct, and unforgettable melodies."
So begins the spec sheet, and for once, I agree. Reviewers have likened her voice and music to that of Nina Hagen, Siouxsie Sioux and Laurie Anderson. I would add to that list Danielle Dax in tone and ambiance, and Yma Sumac in vocal range and mastery.
Margot Day headed The Plague and their album "Naraka" in 1987, which was an excellent album in its own right, but merely hinted at what was to come. Her debut solo CD blends her beguiling and spoookeee vocal acrobatics with her lush and versatile songwriting and arranging talents.
The album "Margot Day" could be just as easily enjoyed as you swoop down the catwalk of your local goth nightclub, or at home with the candles lit, a few bottles of red wine and a naked friend.
"Margot Day's voice promises to give her a place in the world of female vocalists. Her music aspires to help define the emerging wave of eLEKTRONIk music."
Contact Future Records by email or snail for purchasing. Tell 'em the Marquis sentcha.
P.O. Box 75145
20 Bloor Street East
Toronto, Ontario M4W 3G7
"Up with glamour!" You know, I'm only going to review the bands that send shit I like. It would be a waste of my time and yours to review inadequate material. With that in mind, I have the pleasure of presenting another fabulous nugget o' doom, this time from Exovedate. "Greatest Hits" is only their second album, so the liners say, and the rude and absurd audacity of their album title tickles me.
Very dark n' spookee in tone, Exovedate exudes a hazy fog of bleak, beautiful melancholy, not unlike the Cocteau Twins or Lush, yet they are never without their wacky edge à la Liquid Sky soundtrack.
Listening to this album, as I am now, I yearn for a snakebite and a clove cigarette -- I feel shamefully underdressed -- and I thought I was over all that! And, whaddya know, I find I could be very happy this evening in my darkened room, a few candles in the corners, couple bottles of red wine, this Exovedate disc and a naked friend. Maybe it's just me.
Ahem. Anyway, my fickle and discerning musical tastes urge you to trample the homeless in your rush to buy this album. Oh, and the name means "Those Who Have Left the Flock." Thought you might be wondering.
PARIS BY NIGHT
325 East 92nd Street
New York, NY 10128
The album is named after the woeful chanteuse Jeanine Acquart who fronts Paris By Night. I am not inclined to yearn after a roomful of candles, bottles of red wine and nameless concubines. No, no, not this time.
Paris By Night evokes a sort of gothic road-movie feel, the music swells and moves -- rolls along some dismal highway in the middle of nowhere -- a light, warm, summer night breeze billows through your hair causing your Isadora Duncan scarves and veils to flutter out the back of the car à la Priscilla Queen of the Desert. But instead of silver lamé, the material is black funeral lace. Of course, of course.
You find this description etherial? So is the music of Paris By Night, yet it is grounded by the strong and beautiful voice of Jeanine. Based in New York, the band tours quite a bit, I am led to believe, and I further wager that attending one of their shows would be a most memorable event.
This is their first album, the second being "Float", which for some reason they did not send to S.i.H. Ah, but the ways of rock stars are impenetrable and not for us to understand. The band will soon be signing with Seraph/Cargo records, one of the premiere goth labels. Spooookeeeee!
"Thanks for the Ether"
"A Ladies' Cello Society" Three girls in Victorian petticoats, straddling their celloes with a dainty voraciousness, a token drummer who sometimes plays, and sometimes doesn't, an avalanche of beautifully arranged pieces that take the cello to new realms, and a cover of the 70's song "Brand New Key". This is my idea of heaven.
"Thanks for the Ether" is their debut album, but I see from their web page that their follow-up "How We Quit the Forest" is due out soon and features the collaborative input of Chris Vrenna of Nine Inch Nails.
Previously these three stringèd maidens toured with Marilyn Manson, who later remixed their song "Transylvanian Concubine" into -- well, a Marilyn Manson song. About that, I'm ambivalent. I much prefer the fugue-like melding and melting of three cello voices aiding the quaint, 19th century sentiments of Melora Creager's singing.
18 tracks on a debut album, and all of them good -- this is something to hear. Did I mention they covered "Brand New Key"? I nearly peed.
I fantasize that each member of Rasputina was the stinky girl by the swings in grade school, picked on by everyone, yet oblivious to the abuse due to their unswerving concentration on the paper dolls they were cutting out. They effectively create a world with one foot in this century, one in the last, with odes to long-dead epistolary correspondents whose writing was illegible, and digs at Kate Moss.
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