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Colin Meloy's dynamic vocals lead the way on Castaways and Cutouts, the impressive 2003 effort by Portland, OR, quintet the Decemberists. Throughout the disc, Meloy's songs tell tales of life's castaways, including Spanish gypsies and Turkish prostitutes, painting glorious pictures with supposedly suspicious characters. After opening the album with two subdued tracks, "July, July!" is a lively anthem, setting a gloriously quirky pace for the rest of the disc. "A Cautionary Song" centers around Jenny Conlee's accordion, as acoustic guitar swirls around Meloy's narrative. "Odalisque" is quite possibly the highlight of the album, carrying the listener through peaks and valleys led by Conlee's juiced-up organ and Meloy's grittiest vocals of the disc. "Cocoon" calms the mood back down, with gentle piano and guitar serving as the song's backbone. On "The Legionnaire's Lament," the band's effortless folk is at its best, with choppy guitars and enchanting organ swirling behind Meloy's relentlessly thrilling storytelling. Yet again, the disc continues a rise-and-fall approach as the restrained and engaging "Clementine" is next, followed by the beautiful "California One," which features some jaw-dropping upright bass by Nate Query. That song makes a seamless transition into the closer, "Youth and Beauty Brigade," a carefully crafted epic full of witticisms and reserved style. Meloy's vocals are their most engaging by now, and while the last track might not be the standout song of the disc, it's perfectly positioned on the disc for maximum effect. The song's rising intensity and lyrical imagery add up for a stunning finish, leaving the listener clamoring for more, as all great albums do. Chris Funk adds guitar and theremin, and drummer Ezra Holbrook rounds out the five-piece band. Originally released in 2002 on Hush Records, Kill Rock Stars Records released Castaways and Cutouts in May 2003.
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'An album of monumental expression and tonal presence, pop seldom comes so clever' - Beat Magazine
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The New Romance is immediately impressive and gratifying, each subsequent listen unearthing an increasing number of underlying subtleties. Each of Pretty klix Make Graves' members have contributed 110% here, and their ambitious zeal, coupled with their remarkable technical depth, has made for a utterly breathtaking full-length. One could almost analyze The New Romance's many layers to the death, if the desire to air-guitar wasn't so damn distracting.
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Ani DiFranco is a songwriter, vocalist and guitarist perpetually on the move. From the raw "folk punk" of her early albums through the jazz/funk grooves she created during her years touring with a five-piece band to her current work as a solo artist, Ani’s restless creativity leads her and her listeners into ever more exciting territory. Born in Buffalo, New York, DiFranco was singing and playing guitar in public before she was old enough to drive. As a teenager, the poems she’d been writing in "long skinny columns" soon evolved into lyrics, and music became a way for the teenager to talk about the things that mattered most to her: the power dynamics of romantic entanglements, the fragmentation of her family, the choices she watched her friends making, and the state of life in her hometown and her country. The early 1990s brought a temporary relocation to New York and classes in poetry and politics at the New School, but her real education came on weekends, hitting the road with increasing frequency and growing confidence, developing her signature percussive finger picking and dynamic range in order to grab and hold the attention of noisy bar crowds. After just about every one of her funny, outspoken, intimate gigs, she’d leave behind a fresh batch of converts eager to spread the word to everyone they knew, via cassettes at first and then CDs. Rather than waiting for some A&R bigwig to sign her, Ani created her own record label, Righteous Babe, eventually turning down potential deals when she realized they had nothing to offer that she couldn’t provide herself. Nearly a decade and a half of hard work, glowing word of mouth, and relentless touring later, the self-described "Little Folksinger" is packing joints like Carnegie Hall and amphitheaters around the world, though she still makes each venue she plays feel as cozy as a living room and as sweaty as a neighborhood dive. Over the years, Ani has swapped album appearances with Prince and Maceo Parker, produced recordings by Dan Bern and Janis Ian, performed orchestral versions of her compositions with the Buffalo Philharmonic, helped find new fans for the songs of Woody Guthrie and the stories of Utah Phillips, had her own tunes covered by the likes of Dave Matthews, and Chuck D, recorded duets with both John Gorka and Jackie Chan, and inspired countless other musicians to rewrite the rules of the recording industry by striving for self-sufficiency and refusing to allow art to be subsumed by cold commerce. Through her Righteous Babe Foundation, she’s been able to support grassroots cultural and political organizations around the country, and has lent her time and her voice to such diverse pursuits as opposing the death penalty, upholding women’s reproductive rights, promoting queer visibility, and preserving historic buildings back in Buffalo (including a long-neglected church currently being transformed into the new headquarters of Righteous Babe). Ani DiFranco’s career has been full of surprises—and she’s no stranger to change, both sudden and slow. But some things remain unchanged, like her commitment to speaking the truth, as she sees it, without fear or concession. Bruce Cockburn recently observed in Performing Songwriter that Ani considers it part of her job description "to try and reflect real life in [her] songs. The life of the streets; the life of nations; the lives of people coping with power or its absence, looking for joy through the loneliness and pain and the complexities of relationship; the life of the spirit. All these are the stuff of human experience, and human experience is what we all share." She does so with two basic instruments, both of which are also constants in her ever-evolving world: her trusty guitar and her unforgettable voice. Vanity Fair describes the latter as "astonishing.… coolly, permanently urgent, tugging at the sleeve or close at the ear, like the murmur of a lover who knows every last secret and decides to stay." Code: Select all
Even after 15 years of releasing albums on her own Righteous Babe imprint, it's hard to know what to make of Ani DiFranco. Some see her as a folkie-punk-bisexual-feminist-radical-crap-kicker, while others reckon she's merely Alanis Morissette with better lyrics. On her 15th studio album the truth just might be somewhere in between. She does dysfunctional family portraits ("Studying Stones") and broken affairs ("Lag Time") just fine, but she also manages to leave room for rambling, autobiographical beat poetry ("Parameters"). And then there is the music, matching acoustic guitars with earthy funk rhythms and soft moonlight moods with leftfield song arrangements, it reconfirms the one label everyone can agree upon: fiercely original.
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The music on Ani DiFranco’s latest CD is as stunning as ever, packed with irresistible melodies, poignant lyrics, and virtuoso performances. But for the first time in her career, Ani has invited a fellow singer-songwriter to work with her as co-producer: Joe Henry, himself the creator of nine highly regarded solo albums. She is also joined by more than half a dozen guest musicians, many of whom have played key roles in Ani’s recent career, including current stage partner Todd Sickafoose, former band member Julie Wolf, and Righteous Babe recording artist Andrew Bird. Through twelve new songs as intricately crafted as short stories, DiFranco creates another unforgettable musical self-portrait of a woman coming to grips with love’s twists and turns, confronting the legacy of her family, and learning to live on her own terms. 

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The winning formula of My Chemical Romance (MCR) is a mixture of four totally different styles, Gothic/British vocal and lyric, "Sonic youth"-ish type of rhythm guitar, neck-breaking "Metal"-ish guitar solo, and punk/emo rhythm, and this album (their second album and first major label release) show what is the best answer they can work out from the formula.
This 13 tracks disc is a combination of strong melodies, smart and exciting arrangement, breath-taking guitar solo, the mix-up of emo/punk rhythm and guitar solo is refeshing and sucessful twist, they sucessfully made turn and twist and stop, nothing really innovative here, but they just combined things that we already knew in smart and effective ways, in order to push and pull listeners to different climax and scenes, and the "Romeo and Juliet" inspired lyrics are sentimental and powerful, listen to "Thank You for the Venom", "I Never Told You What I Do for a Living", "Helena" and their first single "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)", you might feel weird at first, but you'll find yourselves singing their tunes while you have nothing to do soon. 
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After laboring in Buffalo Springfield and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Neil Young finally hit perfect pitch--if his endearing off-center whine can be called "perfect"--with his third album. He's equally passionate with trippy riddles (has anybody figured out what "We've got mother nature on the run" means in the title track?) and pointed protest (after 30 years of rock-radio overplay, "Southern Man" still rings with truth about redneck racism). His creaky ensemble, including pianist Jack Nitzsche and rotating members of Crazy Horse, transforms ramshackle country and folk songs into soulful hippie hymns.






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It's too late for Frog Eyes to change their name to Wolf Eyes, but in the past year, the band's frontman, Carey Mercer, has turned spitty, snarly, and lupine. Where he once sounded like David Bowie, he now seems to channel Tim Buckley-- he's no longer a singer so much as a yelping, rasping, contorting spectacle.
Mercer's throaty kabuki made both Frog Eyes' limited, acoustic LP Ego Scriptor and his solo album, Light Flows the Putrid Dawn, so thoroughly spooky that few listeners could digest them without a seventh-track stretch. Unsurprisingly, Xiu Xiu comparisons have steadily surfaced. While Jamie Stewart has become subtler, more musical and less vaudevillian, Mercer is becoming flashier, extra-musical, and terrifically affected. They're moving in opposite directions, but both men have arrived at the same crossroad-- expect a Frog Eyes/Xiu Xiu seven-inch split any day now.
The rest of Frog Eyes have always proved an excellent supporting cast to Mercer's Lear. Their buggy leader has the hooks and crazy headshake thing, so the band simply focuses on dutiful playing, giving both The Bloody Hand and The Golden River an unearthed lost-scrolls-of-Gallus glow which never would have materialized had the Frog Eyes worker bees left Queen Mercer and squirreled up their own private honey pots.
And yet, there now seems to have been a bit of a revolt. Frog Eyes' newest effort, The Folded Palm, is at times complete anarchy: Mercer chews up his own melodies and spits them out with nary a tone left, drummer Melanie Campbell plays her most violent set to date, piano man Grayson Walker insists on spelling out chords that mirror the band leader's, and bassist Michael Rak is either transgressing well into guitar and key ranges or competing with their volume. That's not to say the band isn't playing together-- as usual, they're tight as hell. What they're doing is matching Mercer bite for bite and catcall for caterwaul, like a four-headed dog feasting on the same coin-eyed meal. As a result, The Folded Palm is the band at its loudest and most menacing.
To say the album "starts off strong" is only half the story-- the opening three-song suite is a fucking firebomb. Campbell calls the band to arms with a tricky stomp and a crack at her trashcan cymbal, and a barrage of sound named "The Fence Feels Its Post" follows her command. Mercer's howls barely break through the mix, and when they do, they tend to the frantic and imagistic. The song bleeds into "The Akhian Press", a more musical, less theatrical return to past Frog Eyes tracks such as The Golden River's "World's Greatest Concertos". "I Like Dot Dot Dot" is the shortest of the opening three tracks (which is saying something when you consider that the longest is only 1:52), and the closest Frog Eyes come to punk on this album-- it's all fast strums, headless chicken deliveries, and Mercer's gorgeous chorus-pedal lick. "The Akhian Press" and "I Like Dot Dot Dot" debuted earlier this year on Ego Scriptor, but the fuller The Folded Palm recordings make those versions seem like mere footnotes.
The rest of The Folded Palm shares in the tri-partite opener's fury-- the best songs smartly stay short of the three-minute line, and some don't even stretch over two. It's a shame that, since the band has diffused song emphasis from the Mercer core and kicked up the energy, the truly memorable melodies that made each of The Golden River and The Hand a success have trouble finding their place amidst the new jitter. Whereas substance used to take precedence over style, Mercer's theatrics now often obscure potentially beautiful lines. "New Soft Motherhood Alliance"-- one of the most successful songs on Mercer's solo album-- now drowns in its own cheap make-up and gaudy Meat Loaf melodrama.
Frog Eyes have played live more often in 2004 than in years past, and The Folded Palm benefits from the band's wealth of on-stage energy. Naturally, their yelps and instrumental overloads work better when they are not only heard but also seen and felt; yet it will be exciting to discover how Frog Eyes makes good on the implicit commitment they make on The Folded Palm to mirroring their live and recorded personas. For the time being, three solid records in one year will more than suffice.

Evo, ovdje mozes skinuti do sada najbolji Grayov album:sorge_sa wrote:Victory
tamo na Pjesma za ovaj dan, stavio si link na David Gray- Sail Away
pa ako ti nije zahmet, de nam jos toga, Gray onako simpaticni melanholik
nekako se uklapa u ovu zimu bez snijega

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David Gray
b. 13 June 1968, Manchester, England but raised in the Welsh fishing village of Solva. Gray first aspired to being a rock performer after watching 2-Tone bands on television. He formed a punkish outfit at school, cranking out rock classics at double speed, then began writing songs when he was 17. Polydor Records A&R man Rob Holden heard a demo while recuperating from a motorcycle crash and was sufficiently convinced to quit his job and become Gray's manager. Pegged as a "crop-headed Welsh troubadour" with "a chip on both shoulders", Gray's early material was in fact as sensitive as it was angry, and the manic energy communicated with his acoustic guitar thrash set him apart from the folkies. He enjoyed an initial breakthrough in Ireland with "Shine', taken from 1993"s debut A Century Ends. A number of tours as support to singer-songwriters (Maria McKee, Kirsty MacColl, Shawn Colvin) brought him early exposure in America, and a one-off support with Joan Baez led to her praising "the best lyrics since the young Bob Dylan".
Although acknowledging a debt to Dylan, whose music had influenced him from the age of 13, Gray tempered his spirit of folksy protest with a 90s street-level sensibility. This attitude brought comparisons with Mark Eitzel of American Music Club, but also appeared destined to consign Gray to the same perennial cult status as Eitzel.
The singer's 1998 collection White Ladder was recorded in his bedroom on a four-track, and several of the tracks featured heavily in the film This Year's Love. The album became a bestseller in Ireland and, backed by the might of EastWest Records, belatedly broke into the UK Top 10 the following year on the back of the Top 5 single, "Babylon". The record's success prompted a resurgence in the singer-songwriter format, with the UK's New Musical Express dubbing the trend the "new acoustic movement". The album finally topped the UK charts in August 2001, almost three years after its initial release.
Gray's eagerly awaited new studio album was finally released in November 2002, and duly swept to the top of the UK charts.
DISCOGRAPHY: A Century Ends (Hut 1993)***, Flesh (Hut 1994)***, Sell, Sell, Sell (EMI/Nettwerk 1996)****, White Ladder (IHT/EastWest/ATO 1998)****, A New Day At Midnight (IHT/EastWest 2002)***.
COMPILATIONS: Lost Songs 95-98 (IHT/RCA 2000)***, The EP's 92-94 (Hut/Caroline 2001)***.
VIDEOGRAPHY: Live (Warner Music Vision 2000).
BIBLIOGRAPHY: David Gray: A Biography, Michael Heatley.
FILMOGRAPHY: This Year's Love (1999).
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