{"id":372,"date":"2008-07-19T20:33:21","date_gmt":"2008-07-20T01:33:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/?p=372"},"modified":"2008-09-23T09:37:44","modified_gmt":"2008-09-23T14:37:44","slug":"music-review-indie-round-up-anya-singleton-emory-joseph-parlour-steps-kalliopi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/?p=372","title":{"rendered":"Music Review: Indie Round-Up &#8211; Anya Singleton, Emory Joseph, Parlour Steps, Kalliopi"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.anyasingleton.com\/\">Anya Singleton<\/a>, <i>The Other Side<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>Anya Singleton&#39;s first full-length album goes a long way towards fulfilling the promise of her earlier EP, <i>Not Easy To Forget<\/i>. The jazzy sound of that disc has evolved here into a more up-front soul sound with a bigger beat, epitomized by the insistent opening track, &quot;Don&#39;t Tell Me.&quot; When I first played on the song it brought to mind the shock to the system I felt when I first heard Dana Glover&#39;s &quot;Rain.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>The slinky but unsentimental R&amp;B thrum of &quot;Small Disasters&quot; and the airy &quot;Simple&quot; further show the subtle songwriting skills of Singleton and her two co-writers. In &quot;Stop This Train,&quot; perhaps the best ballad on the disc, Singleton&#39;s phrasing resembles Bonnie Raitt&#39;s. By contrast, &quot;Replaceable&quot; is energetically pissed-off and punked-up, while &quot;Nevermore&quot; further establishes Singleton&#39;s strong persona: &quot;No more lovin&#39;, rich boy, no, nevermore.&quot;<\/p>\n<p>In the ruminative &quot;Sandcastles&quot; Singleton modulates her strong, rich voice down a notch, making me wish she&#39;d actually take a few more chances with the fine vocal instrument she&#39;s been blessed with; there&#39;s a certain sameness to the quality of her vocals through much of the disc. When she opens up her belt in the anthemic closer, &quot;The Other Side,&quot; one cheers her on and wants more.<\/p>\n<p>But it&#39;s already clear that the indie route has given Singleton&#39;s talent some needed time to flower. I hate seeing undeveloped artists like Alicia Keys sprint to superstardom, never getting a chance to develop the way they might have, while taking up space in the public consciousness that more deserving artists ought to have.<\/p>\n<p>Singleton could be one of those more deserving ones. I caught her live recently, singing a few songs with only <a href=\"http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/annklein2\">Ann Klein<\/a> on guitar backing her up. When she broke out &quot;Don&#39;t Tell Me,&quot; the audience, which had come to see other performers, snapped right to attention.<\/p>\n<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.emoryjoseph.com\/\">Emory Joseph<\/a>, <i>Fennario: Songs by Jerry Garcia &amp; Robert Hunter<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>Emory Joseph wants to spread the word of the greatness of the Jerry Garcia\/Robert Hunter songwriting ouevre. It&#39;s a worthwhile effort. A gifted singer, Joseph assembled a collection of top musicians and recorded a dozen Garcia-Hunter tunes in five days in a New York City studio. The result should warm the hearts of Grateful Dead fans. Whether Dead-haters will give it a chance is, of course, another question.<\/p>\n<p>&quot;I think these two were as good a songwriting team as America has ever known,&quot; writes Joseph in the liner notes, &quot;and have always wanted to share them with the non-Grateful Dead fans, who don&#39;t know what they&#39;re missing. The songs they wrote have beautiful melodies and words that fit in your life when you&#39;re 15, and yet still and again when you are 60.&quot; I&#39;ve always felt the same way.<\/p>\n<p>Take note of the subtext behind Joseph&#39;s notes: in certain ways that matter aesthetically to many music fans, the Grateful Dead, to put it bluntly, sucked. The music rambled, the songs went on forever, Garcia wasn&#39;t much of a singer and neither was Bob Weir. &quot;Sugaree&quot; may be one of the Dead&#39;s greatest hits, but Emory doesn&#39;t help his cause by opening the CD with a nearly eight-minute (albeit soulful) version of it.<\/p>\n<p>Listen to the whole disc, though, and you&#39;ll appreciate the youthful bounce Joseph applies to many of these hoary Americana numbers. The Dead&#39;s aggravating tendency to go on and on is somewhat tempered, although even the rocker &quot;Loose Lucy&quot; is scattered over five and a half minutes. The result: Joseph succeeds in putting across the material with obvious love for it, while using his wide-ranging musical sensibilities to get at the essence of the songs.<\/p>\n<p>Two of my favorites are two of the least stretched out: the dark, slinky-funk version of &quot;New Speedway Boogie,&quot; and the lovely &quot;Loser.&quot; Other highlights include &quot;It Must Have Been the Roses,&quot; on which the versatile-voiced Joseph warbles like John Denver, and &quot;Brown-Eyed Women,&quot; which features a guest turn from David Grisman on mandolin paired with beautiful organ work by Jon Carroll that&#39;s reminiscent of the E Street Band&#39;s Danny Federici (RIP). Others work less well; despite excellent Buckley-esque vocals, &quot;Black Peter&quot; comes across as a shuffle to nowhere, and intentionally corpse-like singing don&#39;t do much for &quot;Mission in the Rain.&quot; But despite my nitpicks, I do believe this disc is going to become part of my permanent collection.<\/p>\n<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.parloursteps.com\/\">Parlour Steps<\/a>, <i>Ambiguoso<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>This is smart, playful rock out of Vancouver, fractionally reminiscent of XTC. Songwriter Caleb Stull sings in a kind of moan, sometimes doubled by bassist Julie Bavalis singing in a sigh. This isn&#39;t super-musical, but with subtly layered guitars and thumping beats the overall sound is of a mostly friendly, but also skewed and thoughtful pop.<\/p>\n<p>Some of the best moments come in the vocal-instrumental break sections, as in the energetic &quot;World As Large&quot; and the emotion-soaked &quot;Gargoyles Passion.&quot; Desperation fuels the intense &quot;Thieves of Memory,&quot; while stark banjo-like sounds, keyboards, saxes, and accordion (courtesy of NYC&#39;s own Mark Berube) show up often enough to add undercurrents of rootsiness and old-world charm.<\/p>\n<p>There&#39;s little rootsy or charming about the angular, often angsty lyrics, though. &quot;Doubt is a higher function \/ It&#39;s hard work believing in nothing.&quot; Testify, brother Stull.<\/p>\n<p><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/kalliopimusic\">Kalliopi<\/a>, <i>Around the World<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>This disc was a nice surprise in a humble package. Kalliopi is a Greek singer-songwriter based in London. Her three-song CD single pleasantly combines lo-fi guitars and drums with lush, crystalline vocals. Unpretentiously catchy songwriting and passionate delivery make up for the somewhat muted production. The title track rocks hard, reminding me of Elastica with a touch of Alanis Morrisette. &quot;Naked&quot; is a mid-tempo pop-rocker with ululating background vocals that hint at Eastern Europe or the Middle East, a suggestion that gets fuller blown in the final track, the moody and lovely &quot;Fire and Sea.&quot;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Anya Singleton, The Other Side Anya Singleton&#39;s first full-length album goes a long way towards fulfilling the promise of her earlier EP, Not Easy To Forget. The jazzy sound of that disc has evolved here into a more up-front soul sound with a bigger beat, epitomized by the insistent opening track, &quot;Don&#39;t Tell Me.&quot; When &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/?p=372\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Music Review: Indie Round-Up &#8211; Anya Singleton, Emory Joseph, Parlour Steps, Kalliopi&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-372","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/372","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=372"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/372\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=372"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=372"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=372"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}