Word: twangs
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Throughout the CD, one is reminded again and again of the amazing quality and ability of Crow's voice. Her vocal cords get quite a work-out, as she sings in multiple "voices" ranging from a throaty cry ("It Don't Hurt") to a light country twang ("Riverwide") to a low, seductive plea ("Anything But Down"), all the time maintaining an intriguing audibility. Once in a while, though, that unpleasant and annoying wail of hers manages to sneak its way in, but it is once in a great while on this...
Marie Larkin carries off the role with an admirable intensity, if not a consistent accent. There are too many marbles rolling around in her mouth to achieve the flat twang of a Tennessean, and instead she sounds a bit too close to a Mississippi sophisticate than the product of Appalachian inbreeding. Precisely because she isn't "dumbed-down" enough for the part, she achieves an entirely different element from the character: cold calculation. Her words are placed with precision, whether it is to tear down "the nigger" or the doctor...
Fuck's music is a perfect mirror of this message, approaching brilliance with its obvious attempts to evade strict interpretations and confining genre classifications. Fuck draws from diverse styles to create music incorporating Pavement-esque indie-pop, space-age bachelor pad swing, Uncle Tupelo style country twang and '60s Brit-pop, all united by the poetry and grace of lyrics normally found in only the most sensitive of folk ballads. Together, these disparate elements mesh together to create a hodgepodge of influences that somehow manages to persuade the listener that chaotic synthesis is the perfect synthesis...
...full climaxes of the album. "My melting snowman" is a short and eerie instrumental piece featuring slow, distorted carousel music, and "never comin' back" conjures up the freedom of dry Wyoming highways as Prodhumme belts about the open road with a slightly affected yet humorous western twang...
...Indeed, how many of last year's senior proms were perfumed by the sweet mourning of the Goo Dolls' "Iris." featured in City of Angels? "And all I can taste is this moment/And all I can breathe is your life"--lyrics such as these, occasionally punctuated by the sad twang of a mandolin, combined to make "Iris" the Love Song of Summer 1998. Perhaps in an attempt to wring the udders of the cash cow for one last drop, the Goo Dolls included "Iris" in their new album, Dizzy Up the Girl. While other bands might fear that such...