2L April 99 Studio - Two Louies Magazine
2L April 99 Studio - Two Louies Magazine
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Brown’s “We’ll See,” also recorded live on KBOO, is<br />
an all-around shitkicking two-step<br />
yahoo romp, chock-full of awshucks<br />
guitar pickin’.<br />
Baseboard Heaters are as<br />
comfortable as an old pair of<br />
sneakers. Their songs lack classic<br />
hooklines or choruses, yet<br />
they resonate with enough dusty<br />
charm to pass muster. Stroup’s familiar<br />
vocal twang isn’t memorable on its own, but<br />
rings with a certain vibrancy. Brown’s<br />
edgy guitar stylings are a spirited sprint<br />
through cowpie heaven, with enough<br />
crunch in the clinches to rock out<br />
when necessary.<br />
All in all, the Heaters<br />
generate enough warmth to<br />
take the chill off a room,<br />
but it never quite gets toasty<br />
or steamy. Refinement of<br />
their promising songwriting<br />
ability would bode the band<br />
well as would a concentration<br />
on the individual songs’<br />
presentation. There is much<br />
to like about the band, but not<br />
quite enough (as yet) to set them apart<br />
from other bands of their breed.<br />
Old Man Motel— Fernando<br />
Crave Dog Records<br />
Fernando Viciconte, teamed with producer/<br />
prodigy/multi-instrumentalist Luther Russell, turned<br />
in one of Portland’s best albums of 1<strong>99</strong>8 with Pacoima,<br />
a raucous and tender tribute to Viciconte’s Hispanic<br />
heritage. The sad/joyous piquancy of that Spanish<br />
sung masterpiece stands in testament to the special<br />
musical abilities that both musicians demonstrated<br />
with uncanny regularity. Because this new album is a<br />
“Fernando Viciconte, and presumably Luther Russell,<br />
have concocted another minor masterpiece with Old<br />
Man Motel. They mine rich veins of musical gold,<br />
utilizing well-planned arrangements and magical<br />
production choices.”<br />
May release, the advance copy received contained no<br />
information whatsoever regarding the lineup of musical<br />
contributors. So, it is impossible to determine<br />
with absolute certitude that Russell has indeed returned<br />
to produce and play on this outing, but all the<br />
elements are in place to hazard an educated guess that<br />
he probably has.<br />
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For this is another wonderful record, full of a<br />
rich musical heritage that spreads its Latin roots<br />
through the fertile ground of such disparate Rock<br />
influences as the Beatles, Creedence and Neil Young,<br />
the Blues and traditional Folk genres; with succinct<br />
instrumental accompaniment and very few wasted<br />
strokes. The marriage of Fernando’s rich voice and<br />
intelligent songs with artful arrangements<br />
and clever<br />
photo Buko<br />
Fernando; tapped into the wellspring of genius.<br />
instrumentation makes for a marvelously eclectic<br />
collection, nearly as endearing as its predecessor.<br />
The album “starts up” with the driving “Ride” a<br />
chunky piece of swamp dog, raw and sinewy. A simple<br />
electric guitar figure, sort of like a twisted version of<br />
that found in Creedence’s “Born On The Bayou,” floats<br />
over an insistent upstroke Tex-Mex rhythm guitar and<br />
buoyant bass, an urgent cowbell pushing the beat of<br />
the catchy chorus, as Fernando shouts down some<br />
bad voogum vocals. Rootsy and timeless. Very cool.<br />
Very cool too is the Beatlesque “Same Ol’ King,”<br />
Lennon inspired piano plunking and close-harmony<br />
vocals call to mind something from the Sergeant Pepper<br />
period. Even more John-like is the stirring “Jesus,”<br />
in which Fernando captures precisely the visceral<br />
angst of Lennon’s “Mother,” while smoldering Neil<br />
Young inspired guitars rumble and flare beneath.<br />
Tough stuff!<br />
“So. California” echoes Nilsson’s “Everybody’s<br />
Talkin’.” A fluttering acoustic guitar butterflies across<br />
a meadow of grazing cello-like guitar accents; faint<br />
breezes of flute sounds and chimes of steel-guitar<br />
whisp and whirl on the periphery. Yet a cloud of sadness<br />
shadows the vocal melody, making of this a<br />
hauntingly memorable song. More Neil Young riffage<br />
with the churning guitar chords of “Couldn’t Believe,”<br />
a dead ringer for “Ohio” from the CSNY days.<br />
Fernando’s slippery vocal delivery in the verses<br />
and Lennon-flavored cries in the choruses<br />
move the tune<br />
away from<br />
the mundane<br />
toward<br />
the sublime.<br />
Keyboard<br />
flutes and<br />
chattering maracas<br />
flicker as if in<br />
dim candlelight, as<br />
waltzing rimshots play<br />
against Fernando’s gentle<br />
vocal and lilting harmonies in<br />
the choruses of “Deviant.” Another<br />
touchingly pretty song. Fractious<br />
glancing guitar stabs and glaring organ<br />
pads parry with Viciconte’s gutsy vocal<br />
on “Swing Low,” a slow, lurching number<br />
with a menacing fervor at its core.<br />
The title track is driven by a skittering piano<br />
and jittery upstroke rhythm guitar chops,<br />
well-blended harmony vocals meld at the center<br />
of the mix, angelic amidst the chaotic surroundings.<br />
“Another Victim” has a strong chorus and a molten<br />
guitar solo section. “Rainin’ Outside” is a jagged piece<br />
of slap-back pie, a Carl Perkins crust with inspired<br />
vocal filling; whopping dollops of slide guitar and<br />
rickety drumsticks dancing on the snare rim lopped<br />
on the top. The ensemble takes the arrangement up a<br />
notch in the back half, grinding out some gritty Rock,<br />
a milieu in which Viciconte is entirely within his element.<br />
Tasty.<br />
“Angyline” moves from the intimate cabin jam<br />
of the intro into a Country flavored rumble down<br />
that dusty old dirt road. A darker passage lies in the<br />
moody “In The End.” A solitary acoustic guitar is the<br />
only accompaniment to Fernando’s lone accompaniment,<br />
with a harmony vocal joining in at the turnaround.<br />
Midway, a churchy organ joins in the mix,<br />
joined sometime later by slide guitars and drum backing<br />
building to a forceful finale. The “bonus track,”<br />
“El Legale,” sounds like an outtake from Pacoima: a<br />
rollicking Tex Mex enchilada smothered in cheese and<br />
hot sauce. Yeow!<br />
Fernando Viciconte, and presumably Luther<br />
Russell, have concocted another minor masterpiece<br />
with Old Man Motel. They mine rich veins of musi-<br />
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