Word: rocke
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...contrast to the more pop-based sensibilities of the previous groups, Ari Welcom and Co. was an unabashed hard rock band. Coming on at midnight, the group announced its intentions upfront, kicking off with a long, looping guitar introduction (courtesy of guitarist Duane Koh '00) filled with feedback and distortion. The dreadlocked lead singer, Alvin McCottry '00, unfortunately sounded muffled throughout, drowned beneath a sea of distortion from the sometimes overly self-indulgent guitarists. Still, the group's drum-intensive cover of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" inspired manic pogoing among some of the faithful who had remained, even...
...gunfights and bloodshed. The men seem to enjoy the brotherhood of slaughter and use the Civil War as an excuse to release testosterone. Jonathan Rhys Meyers, while adding to the cast of visually appealing young males, should never be seen in Civil War costume again. He looks like a rock star attempting to cut a hip urban cowboy image for a music video rather than the blood-thirsty, Roedel-hating Bushwacker Pitt Mackeson. Why Mackeson actually hates Roedel remains a mystery; nonetheless, Mackeson purposely shoots Roedel during a battle. Meyers' character remains superfluous eye-candy meant to balance Jewel...
...everyone's favorite Boston booty palace, the Roxy, was the unlikely host to the London-based experimental rock/electropop band best known for what they have titled "ambient boogie." Their music is a heady mix of everything from Muzak to French femme-pop, from acid jazz to industrial German kraut-rock, tied up into neat little alt-rock packages with the silky ribbons of Mary Hansen's lead vocals...
...casting out for funkier shores or spending a night in with Burt Bacharach and martinis. The next stop on their magical mystery tour? Soul. Not James-Brown-soul, although the drawn-out, reverb ad infinitum song endings the band took to performing at the Roxy do recall the virtuoso rock-outs that end so many soul anthems. This was soul as in a little jump start, an extra pumping in the veins...
...short, Stereolab live was very different than Stereolab in the stereo lab. The band's sound is characteristically everywhere: their records run th aural gamut from fuzzy lounge-lizard pop to gritty reverb rock (and most often are a synth-washed mix of both). Through it all, though, they manage to give you the cold shoulder. Morgane Lhote's Moog must have a special dial for "disaffected": a breath of chilling ennui blows through all their music, a vague sense of world-weary aloofness that has its heart somewhere in songwriter Sadier's low-mixed lyrics...