Category — mellow

I love this record more and more. I got it when it came out and I liked it, but it’s been in my car CD player for the past week, and I just can get enough of it. Nearly perfect.

Update Listened again after not listening for 6 weeks or so … man this record is good!

Rounder

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The musical collaboration of the decade, Raising Sand is the sound of two iconic figures stepping out of their respective comfort zones and letting their instincts lead them across a brave new sonic landscape. Despite hailing from distinctly different backgrounds, Alison Krauss and Robert Plant share a maverick spirit and willingness to extend the boundaries of their respective genres. This spirit, expertly honed by producer T Bone Burnett, has resulted in an album pitched three steps beyond some cosmic collision of early urban blues, spacious West Texas country, and the untapped potential of the folk-rock revolution. Supported by the unparalleled musicianship of Marc Ribot, Dennis Crouch, Mike Seeger, Jay Bellerose, Norman Blake, Greg Leisz, Patrick Warren, and Riley Baugus, Plant and Krauss — as both solo and harmony vocalists — tackle an intriguing selection of songs from such tunesmiths as Tom Waits, Gene Clark, Sam Phillips, Townes Van Zandt, The Everly Broth! ers, and Mel Tillis. Raising Sand finds Robert Plant and Alison Krauss exploring popular music’s elemental roots while still sounding effortlessly, breath-takingly contemporary.

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Beck

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45tunes.com says: This is not like any of the other Beck records. Clearly this one finds Beck serious, mellow and pretty depressed. But it is great. Just great. Great for a cold rainy day while you’re sipping coffee and gazing out the window.

Beck is bummed. Really bummed. And if song titles such as “Lost Cause,” “Lonesome Tears,” “Already Dead,” and “Nothing I Haven’t Seen” don’t make the point, his achingly sad lyrics and Sea Change’s unerringly downcast sound do. While 1998’s Mutations–arguably the singer-songwriter’s masterwork and Sea Change’s spiritual cousin–was filled with unflinching self-examination, moments of levity were found in songs like “Tropicalia.” Not so on Sea Change. Beck’s woozy, almost narcoleptic delivery seems to amplify the set’s sense of ennui. But sad isn’t necessarily bad, and despite the somber tone, there’s much to praise, not the least of which is the return of producer Nigel Goderich (Mutations, Radiohead), who wraps Beck’s gloom in a dreamy, warm blanket of soft strings and floating bleeps and gurgles. Like Daniel Lanois, Goderich is all about vibe, and even Beck’s most bare-bones songs benefit from billowy atmospherics. That’s especially true of “Paper Tiger,” a restless, slowly building epic improbably propelled by a languid orchestra and Beck’s expressionless drone. The inky black feel of “Round the Bend”–a glacially slow dirge with muffled vocals–may be the darkest thing Beck’s ever written, not counting the very grim “Already Dead.” Whatever’s going on in Beck’s world, at least we know he’s purging, which, all things considered, may be better for his soul than ours. –Kim Hughes

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Man, I don’t know if you can get any cooler than this pair of albums. Grab your favorite drink or other vice, find a super-good and loud stereo, put these records on and just chill.
Morphine

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Cure for Pain is a most unlikely artistic breakthrough from a thoroughly unlikely band. Fronted by saxophone and two-string slide bass guitar, Morphine earned a modicum of critical praise for their prior recording, Good, but Cure for Pain has a harder edge and a distinctly bigger sound. “Buena” urges the listener, with singer and bassist Mark Sandman’s best come-hither baritone voice, “closer to the front of the stage,” and then “Candy” tells a love-lost story that could come right out of Tom Waits’s book. But for all the strange possibilities inherent in a guitarless band that plays off their singer’s wry lyrics, Morphine’s sophomore effort shows their versatility, their ability to be a rock band in a very unrock, rolling-baritone-saxophone way. Alas, singer Mark Sandman perished in action on an Italian stage on July 3, 1999. –Andrew Bartlett

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Morphine

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In a rock & roll world divided between guitar bands and synth bands, Morphine exist in a no-man’s zone. The Boston trio has neither guitars nor keyboards and gets by with just drums, sax, and bass. In a pop universe where every singer, guitarist, and keyboardist instinctively goes to a higher note to attract attention, Morphine stay hunkered down low. Billy Conway’s tuned drum kit, Dana Colley’s baritone sax and Mark Sandman’s baritone vocals and two-string slide bass all occupy the same low-end band of the sound spectrum. Morphine’s odd configuration would have no more than novelty value if Sandman’s songs weren’t so good. This album’s first single, “Honey White,” for instance, rides the back of a fast, angular baritone riff to describe a pretty, young girl hooked on drugs. In the dark comedy of Sandman’s rock-noir purr, Honey tells her dealer, “You’ll get me when I’m old and wizened and not a day before that.” He replies, “It won’t be that long.” The beat and the humor are essential, for otherwise these jazzy, elliptical mood pieces would become unbearably pretentious. The broken relationship described in “Radar” is a pop cliché, but it’s given new life by the shattered R&B riff and by the nit-picking bickering of lines like “If I am guilty, so are you. It was March 4, 1982.” In similar fashion, modern paranoia and sexual gamesmanship are nailed to the wall in “Sharks” and “Whisper” respectively. –Geoffrey Himes

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R.E.M.

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Continuing to specialize in the art of curve-throwing, R.E.M. followed up its 1991 smash, Out of Time, with this fragile album of soft melodies and string arrangements. The sympathetic ballad “Everybody Hurts” must have prevented countless suicide attempts, while the Andy Kaufman tribute “Man on the Moon” (with Michael Stipe affecting an Elvis Presley imitation) and the rock-into-oblivion “Drive” are among the quartet’s strongest hits. (The opening line, “Hey, kids, rock and roll,” isn’t so much a rallying cry as an expression of anxiety.) It takes a few listens for its charms to unfold, but Automatic is the gem between bigger hits Out of Time and Monster. –Steve Knopper

Now expanded, this edition features the regular, remastered album as well as a newly produced bonus DVD. Included on that disc are both new stereo and 5.1 surround sound mixes of Scott Litt’s evocative studio productions and a previously unreleased, 15-minute 1992 documentary featuring band interviews and in-studio clips, as well as song lyrics and a gallery of still photos.

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My favorite R.E.M. record and one of my very favourite records of the 90’s.
Also available as a great-priced vinyl record! (I’ve got it, it sounds great!) R.E.M. Automatic for the People - Vinyl Record for a super good price!

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Bill Evans

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45tunes.com says: I don’t know if there is another record that I can listen to SO many times and never get sick of … I think that the John Szwed write-up below sums it up most awesomely …

John Szwed comments (from Amazon.com):
This is the one jazz record owned by people who don’t listen to jazz, and with good reason. The band itself is extraordinary (proof of Miles Davis’s masterful casting skills, if not of God’s existence), listing John Coltrane and Julian “Cannonball” Adderley on saxophones, Bill Evans (or, on “Freddie Freeloader,” Wynton Kelly) on piano, and the crack rhythm unit of Paul Chambers on bass and Jimmy Cobb on drums. Coltrane’s astringency on tenor is counterpoised to Adderley’s funky self on alto, with Davis moderating between them as Bill Evans conjures up a still lake of sound on which they walk. Meanwhile, the rhythm partnership of Cobb and Chambers is prepared to click off time until eternity. It was the key recording of what became modal jazz, a music free of the fixed harmonies and forms of pop songs. In Davis’s men’s hands it was a weightless music, but one that refused to fade into the background. In retrospect every note seems perfect, and each piece moves inexorably towards its destiny. –John Szwed

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