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Jeffrey Morganís Media Blackout

Who needs Casey Kasem when you have the captain?


Published 7/15/2009

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Cheer up, Billie Jean! Oh, what can it mean to Jeffrey Morganís Media Blackout #224 and a dead homecoming queen!

Michael Jackson23 Million Skidoo (Settlement) :: Over to you, Casey.

Casey KasemAmerican Top 40 (RIP) :: I want a goddamn concerted effort to come out of a record review that isnít a fucking up-tempo record review every time I gotta do a goddam death dedication!

Caledonia — We Are America (self released) :: I know where this band of Canuckleheads is coming from when they kvetch about America culturally sucking Canada dry. Sure, they mean it as a protectionist slam, but I wouldnít have it any other way — besides, being a good Detroiter, Iím a Vernors man myself.

Snooks EaglinBaby, You Can Get Your Gun! (Hep Cat) :: Anyone widda moniker like "Snooks" has gotta be cool but, as you mightíve already guessed, that ainít his real handle: Itís Fird, which is even cooler — just like the beyond butane blues-infused scorchers which ignite this reissued 1986 session.

Fanny BriceThe Baby Snooks Show (CBS) :: Geddit?

OdisFeel (Miss Press) :: Miss Odis regrets how bands these days sound like everyone else. But hereís an admirable exception with a pulse thatís hard to put my finger on but Iíll sure try: I hear a loud Living Color rock aesthetic at play here, ably augmented by a Southern sensibility with a playful underpinning of Prince. Too many slushball ballads, though.

Barbara StreisandFunny Girl (Columbia) :: Oy vey, baby!

SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: ChairliftDoes You Inspire You (Kanine/Columbia) :: I may hate ballads, but I bought this one nevertheless because the sticker on the front cover claimed that it contained "beguiling heroin ballads, nodding deeply to David Lynchís Angelo Badalamenti-scored oeuvre." Musically, that happens to be true. Vocally, it goes without saying that Caroline Polacheck is no Julee Cruise — which is understandable. Sheís more like a sonorous soporific pop suturing of Beth Gibbons and Eno — which is unmedicated.

Angelo Badalamenti Ė Music From Twin Peaks (Warner Bros.) :: Number one in a field of none.

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