Word: molinaã
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This spare, minimalist approach to the music creates a bare, autumnal album that’s at once soothing, depressing and—unfortunately—less than gripping. Johnson’s husky growl reverberates around Molina??€™s baleful, tremulous cry and the two voices combine to nice effect, presenting two different sides to the classic American man: bruised and tough, soulful and exposed. The duo exhibits an effortless mastery of many classic tropes, employed without pretense to keep the album engaging and honest. Unfortunately the album’s traditional song structures and generally unremarkable music...
...Juana Molina??€™s music might be best classified as electro-folk-acoustic-world-ambient-avant-garde—which is to say that any attempt to categorize the Argentine singer’s style is nearly impossible. A more effective approach to her performance at the Brattle Theatre yesterday would be to think of entering a parallel universe where randomness provides the only order to bird calls, electronic rhythms, and hauntingly dissonant harmonies. Don’t try to understand—the music resists interpretation and relies on enigma. Molina, whose lyrics are mostly in Spanish, subscribes...
...onstage, the Co. has a reserved presence. Guitarist Jason Groth—who supported Molina??€™s more vertical soloing with a chicken-pickin’ country feel and an insistent rhythmic sensibility—was the most animated as he pogo-danced around the stage. Keyboardist Michael Kapinus was an undeniably brilliant sonic colorist, his warm organ tones augmenting the guitars and lap steel...
Mike Brenner’s spiraling, squealing lap steel lines are entrancing; the sheer volume of emotion that he can coax from a simple wooden plank with six strings, a raised bridge, and a steel tone bar is amazing. Most importantly, he also found the perfect timbres to complement Molina??€™s voice...
...defy anyone to listen to Molina??€™s voice, tremulous with effort and feeling as it soars: “See I nailed my guilt to the back of my eyes so I see it now before the sun / Now who was I, now who am I, lord, what have I done...