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Head — Save Me From Myself (Rykodisc) :: Al Snow doesn’t meet the Monkees in this swirling amalgamation of neo-NIN heaviness hitched with Jonathan Davis melodies.
Albert Hammond, Jr. — Como Te Llama? (Red Ink) :: Just when you thought you’ve heard it all, along comes this English-speakin’ pop outing that actually contains a piano ballad called "Feed Me Jack, or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Peter Sellers." Really.
Chris Letcher — Harmonium (2 Feet) :: You wanna talk about obscure? Let’s talk about how Chris gets bonus points for opting to unleash a charmingly chiming multitracked cover version of "Wait" from Unca Lou’s Street Hassle album — and that’s the album’s worst track compared to all the originals!
Emory Joseph Fennario — Songs By Jerry Garcia & Robert Hunter (Iris) :: If the Grateful Dead’s entire back catalogue had sounded as consistently great as this folksy jumpin’ jive record does, then all of their albums would’ve sold even more than they did.
Kathy Griffin — For Your Consideration (Music With a Twist) :: Excuuuuse me, but a dizzy dame that records a comedy album just to win a comedy Grammy (insert obligatory trademark symbol here) award and then earnestly writes, "I hope you find it funny" in the liner notes? Yeah, funny strange.
SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: Zuzu’s Petals — Kicking Our Own Asses (Rhino Handmade) :: This kooky cool catch-all that captures their four-year max out comes a-twangin’ and a-ramblin’ into town with a surfeit of top down female pop verve ’n’ squelchy distorto swerve that sounds every bit as vital as it did 20 years ago. They sing about gun-totin’ and smack-shootin’ and heartbreak-achin’ but most of all they crow ecstatic about getting’ the last laugh on the droolin’ dorks that they attract like flies — all fueled by a Melanie-worshippin’ perpetual motion motor that evokes shredded Nirvana and poppy Ramones and brainy Talking Heads. One of these ditzy dolls oughta write a book.
Laurie Lindeen — Petal Pusher (Atria Books) :: Well, whaddya know? One of them did!
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