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Here Be Monsters is the result of a collaboration between Ed Harcourt, who wrote all the songs, and Tim Holmes, producer of Mercury Rev. The producer’s influence shows immediately, in the richly textured sonic language, with lush string orchestrations and jazzy saxophone accompaniments. The opening song is typical, in this respect, of the whole album. It begins softly, with the strumming of an acoustic guitar and Harcourt’s velvety voice. As the song progresses, the instrumentation fills out, blossoming at the chorus in a climax of strings and guitar accompaniment reminiscent of Radiohead?...
...guest vocalists also give the album a couple of more radio-friendly tracks. The woozy, shuffling “Dream Girl,” featuring Cibo Matto’s Miho Hatori, is appropriately odd, but it is “Deep Down” that seduces with its lush vocals and easy backbeat: “What’s the matter/ You seem so low down?/ But that?...
...springboard for further photographs. By photographing glass surfaces smeared with either Vaseline or shaving cream and brightly colored with filtered lights, these photographs transform mundane, household accoutrements into stunning artistic landscapes. While the Vaseline acted as a shiny, phosphorescent light trap of transparency, the voluminous viscerality and lush corporality of the shaving cream reflect light, recording the light without the presence of its own physical existence. Bochner distills and separates the reflected color as imposed on the subject, and by isolating this formal element he recalls his previous perspectival investigations that also stressed the artistic device as artifice...
DIED. DOROTHY DELAY, 84, Juilliard violin teacher known for inspiring a lush, rich sound in her famous students, among them Itzhak Perlman, Midori and Sarah Chang; of cancer; in Upper Nyack, N.Y. Frequently consulted by conductors and prone to such endearments as "Sugarplum," DeLay defied the image of the icy European maestro with her motto, "Teach the student, not the subject...
There's a certain kind of novel, of the lush, densely detailed, sweeping-family-saga variety, in which you learn all about, say, how to plan an Indian wedding without ever really caring much about the happy couple. This is one of those novels. The year is 1899, and progress has come to tiny Chevathar in the form of its first road. It proves to be a long one for the Dorai family, and Davidar follows them down it for three generations in a tale of grand scope but not much real depth...