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...question that most potential purchasers (downloaders, rippers, burners, etc.) should be asking themselves about Toronto-based the Hidden Camera’s new album Mississauga Goddam. Musically, the disc is eclectic, thick and often lavish—at times somewhere between Rufus Wainwright and Belle and Sebastian (“The Fear is On” and the charming opener “Doot Doot Ploot”), and at others, like Nick Drake on too much gin-spiked coffee (“B-Boy” and “That’s When the Ceremony Starts?...
...very catchy) melodies. Punk bands for years have been singing the same sort of things and, often in Germany, sometimes dramatizing them on-stage. But in those cases, sensationalism and emphasis are the key traits. For the Hidden Cameras, the opposite is true. And what makes this new disc even more powerful is the way in which “he swallowed my pee” can be followed two songs later by “We Oh We,” which sounds like the “quiet song” at a contemporary church service...
...Kamal (Ahmed)—have perfected crank calling into an art. Unfortunately, it does not necessarily follow that this art belies either good taste or talent. This Grammy-nominated duo’s latest release, The Ultimate Jerky Boys Collection, is their third compilation, a two-disc set consisting of fifty-one of their supposed best recordings of prank calls...
Completing the experience of this CD is its release with one of three hundred one-of-a-kind hand-painted disc sleeves. Artist Jeremiah Maddock, who has also done work on the cover of albums by Rumah Sakit and Howard Hello, has used the music on Like Trees as inspiration for the works on each individual sleeve. It is this type of collaboration of life experience, poetry, melody and artwork that adds to the unique allure of this unique record...
...some dude beatboxing? Lyrically he more recites blurry jingles and scraps of melody than pronounces anything particularly relevant, using his voice as just another instrument in the fray. In tone he alternates here between a fairly lucid baritone and a whining falsetto, a trend that holds up throughout the disc. This tendency toward wild fluctuations gives an effect of purposely pathetic overextension (see the absurd choir-boy-to-demon shift in “Among Dreams”), as if he’s playing every part in a soap opera. He’s shooting for the platonic ideals...