Iâ€™m going to recommend to you one of the best albums of the year that youâ€™ve never heard of: Bad Voodoo. Rarely does one get the chance to hear so many different styles of music on one album. To wit:
â€œI Was Walkingâ€ is a simple chunk of riff-driven, powerchord pop punk, in the spirit of We Are Scientists or Iggy Pop.
â€œFoolish Ecstasy,â€ on the other hand, is a creepy and demented ballad, reminiscent of Led Zeppelinâ€™s â€œGoinâ€™ To California,â€ complete with falsetto and acoustic guitar. The chorus, if you can call it that, goes: â€œSweaty misery, alcoholic fantasy/Tracing lines of my foolish ecstasy.â€ I have no idea what it means, but what great imagery!
â€œFur on the Mirrorâ€ is almost like an electronica version of the Gregorian chants.
â€œHushabye Babyâ€ appears facially simplistic, but underneath it is a complex and unique rhythm that prompted my 8-year-old to say, â€œThis is weird, dad.â€ Compared to all these songs, â€œNo Saleâ€ is almost conventional, an indie rock and roll song trying to sound classic by including a verse about how the best things in life are free. I hate to disagree with them on this point: The best things in life cost about ten bucks. Like Kehmo Rabbit‘s CD, fâ€™instance.
Available from Borrowdeer records.