For all the pain and crap from which this record was made, the actual sessions were a gigantic and wonderful party. This was warmly received by The Outside World, less popular among those who counted themselves JBC afficionados. This IS the sound of me having fun, and getting me to do that in those dark days of mid-1991 was no small job.
Relying on a shimmering crush of Beatles/Byrds
riffs, the Jazz Butcher is beginning to sound more
like Robyn Hitchcock
with every release. "Condition Blue
is a sweet confection--the word "nice" keeps
popping in my head--of smart pop songs with cleverly
twisted lyrics, ringing guitars, and sad sax solos;
a poppy kind of music that's slightly nostalgic and
still hip. "
" is pretty swell, in a pop/chamber
music kind of way, with its hooky, building
intensity that recalls (favorably) Yo La Tengo and
Go-Betweens. Nothing else really gets to me. On
Our Friends The Filth
," the Butch tries unsuccessfully to get
with the latest psychedelic dance
craze. And on one sad occasion ("
Girls Say Yes
he even sounds like an Al Stewart clone. Yipes!
Overall, the Jazz Butcher's music remains clever,
but not passionate; played well, but not with
feeling. It's...nice. (Sky, 6400 Atlantic Blvd.
#220, Norcross, GA 30071)