MUSIC ZONE
Noel Gallagher —
High Flying Birds (Island)
Saurabh & Gaurav
On his solo
outing, Noel Gallagher ditches Oasis’s stadium-ready rock in
favour of more intimate ballads you can hardly imagine the band
performing. The collection opens grandly with "Everybody’s
on the run," building slowly to an epic chorus with
echoing vocals and soaring choir. From strident strings on the
anthemic (Stranded On), The Wrong Beach to New
Orleans trumpets on the record’s standout track "The
Death of You and Me," the effect is that of an artiste
in total control. "If I Had a Gun" starts with
plaintive guitar strumming before exploding into one of
Gallagher’s patented lighter-waving anthems, but much of High
Flying Birds is concerned with more discreet charms, like the
heartfelt balladry of Everybody’s on the run. Soldier
Boys and Jesus Freaks is a piece of the late 1960s
psychedelic wistfulness punctured by trumpet, while the
emotionally damaged AKA...Broken Arrow has a slightly
gospel feel with the lyrics, "She comforts me and eases
my troubled mind. She shines a light out into the shadows."
Lyrically ballads (I Wanna Live a Dream in My) Record Machine
and Stop the Clocks outshine.
"If I
had a gun I’d shoot a hole into the sun/ And love would burn
this city down for you," he sings behind an acoustic
guitar, launching into the album’s catchiest chorus, blending
in Beccy Byrne’s backing vocals. The most bounce you get is in
the rootsy shuffles found in the likes of The Death of You
and Me, reminiscent of the Kinks and the Beatles, two of
Gallagher’s chief idols and most transparent influences.
Best track: Everybody’s
on the run
Worst track: Stop
the clocks
Rating ***
Tom Waits —
Bad As Me (Anti)
Wait’s first
album in seven years, begins en route to his country, with Chicago
setting lyrics about exile and true love to tremulous
locomotive rhythms. "Things will be better in
Chicago," he grunts. Waits is joined by Richards on the
choruses of the delicate ballad Last Leaf, each sounding
exceedingly frail as they sing about the significance of being
that final leaf to fall from a tree. On Raised Right, he’s
proud to praise the virtues of a good woman who can make a
diamond from a lump of coal, while on Same Time, his
notorious side can be heard politicising about the rich getting
richer and the poor getting bloodier. Bad as me is yet
another sensational landmark on the long, well-travelled path of
a man who simply refuses to age. Lyrically, he touches on
everything from the financial crisis to war. Talking at the
same time is a thinly obscure attack on bankers: "We
bailed out all the millionaires, they’ve got the fruit, we’ve
got the rind." Back in the Crowd has a Mexican
air to it, as Waits laments "take my picture from the
frame/and put me back in the crowd." Other notable
tracks find Waits feeling the cool chill of life’s autumn and
contemplating the changes to come. Album closer New Year’s
Eve revisits the schmaltz of Waits’ albums that preceded
his early 1980s period, in particular Small Change. At
61, and several classic albums under his belt already, Tom Waits
undoubtedly remains one of the true giants of music.
Best track: Raised
right
Worst track: Hell
broke Luce
Rating ***
Kate Bush — 50
Words For Snow (EMI)
Out of Bush’s
catalog, 50 Words for Snow is the album least beholden to
traditional song structures. Its seven tracks are lengthy, and
she takes her time unfolding them. Kate’s tech maven days are
behind her, but her musicality remains formidable. Snowflake
is a duet with her 13-year-old son, where the son plays the
small fleck of snow falling down from the sky, his high-pitched,
choir-boy voice hitting the kind of notes his mom was originally
famous for. Wild Man, the closest thing to a pop song on
the album, features some rare rock muscle and the frantic,
double-tracked vocals that defined albums like The Dreaming
and Hounds of Love. The album reaches a peak with Snowed
in at Wheeler Street, a duet with Elton John, which seems to
postulate a belief in reincarnation, as two lovers meet across
centuries and continents, amid the embers of ancient Rome, the
war-torn Europe of 1942, the smog of Victorian London and the
rubble of 9/11. The composition twists from a driving rhythmic
song to something akin to spoken word, mixing up a jazz
sensibility with a touch of folk, creating an exciting musical
space. The album’s shortest song, the gorgeous closing piano
ballad Among angels, clocks in at almost seven minutes.
The title track is undoubtedly whimsical, but it’s played and
arranged so exquisitely that even a child should be able to
acknowledge the scale of its achievement. The 11-minute Lake
Tahoe is too eerie to be a lullaby, but the somnambulant
spread and whispery orchestration soothe you anyway.
Best track: Snowed
in a Wheeler Street
Worst track: Misty
Rating **
Album
of the month
Coldplay —
Mylo Xyloto (Capitol)
Following
2008’s Viva La Vida Or Death And All His Friends,
Coldplay return with the equally enigmatic Mylo Xyloto.
Coldplay’s biggest selling point has always been their
gift for indelible, outsized melodies, and the band pushes
that element on Mylo Xyloto in some effectively
unexpected, innovative directions. Listen to how the
powerfully titled Us Against the World starts out
all quiet, a pretty harmonious painting with equally
pretty patterns in the night time sky, before Chris Martin
sings in his commendably polite fashion, "Through
chaos as it swirls / It’s us against the world."
R&B pop queen Rihanna makes an effective collaboration
on the electro pop Princess of China, the richly
textured backing brings out interesting nuances in her
sweet but tough vocals, but it is the very English
soulfulness of Martin himself that really adds depth to
the track. The penultimate cut of the first section is Charlie
Brown, a driving and smooth message to youth and
innocence that is as engaging as anything Coldplay has
ever done. The second segment of the disc begins with the
49-second instrumental M.M.I.X., another foray into
celestial noise that serves as segue for lead single Every
Teardrop is a Waterfall, a synth-heavy splash of
dizzying layered effects that is triumphant and pleasant.
Meanwhile, Up With the Birds crystallises the album’s
opposing forces, finding comfort between moments that are
both over and understated. Gleaming and shimmering at
first, it gradually blossoms into a panorama of strident
vocals. Mylo Xyloto ends with Up in Flames, a
piano-driven ballad that will leave fans of The
scientist and Fix you, and, drooling.
Best
track: Us
Against The World
Worst
track: Hurts
Like Heaven
Rating **** |
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