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Birdeatsbaby
HERE SHE COMES-A-TUMBLIN’ BEB / Cdbaby 1/6/09 @www.vanguard-online.co.uk
Available on the rather good CD Baby system, this is a proper change of pace from what we normally get sent at Vanguard Towers. Very theatrical, this could be filed as “Gypsy Chanson”, if record shops had that category. Or maybe placed next to the Gorgol Bordello albums. The songs are cabaret tunes, filtered through the overwrought genre that is musical theatre and as bouncy as early Chumbawumba. A marvellously grainy voice adds grit and pulls at the heart, singing of regret and anger. Drumming is busy and racey, rattling along punk-style while the fiddle adds that sense of authentic passion. Piano; well, you have to have piano for percussive music like this. Add a cello and a bass and take note there are no guitars till the last song, and you have an unusual combination. Birdeatsbaby “don’t give a damn, a man is just a man”. They stalk a stage, emoting, preening and puffing their chests out. They are wounded creatures but resilient, picking themselves up and putting it down to experience. It’s an attitude that will bring them Goths and anyone who likes being a bit theatrical with attitude. The music, itself, will reach people who have a soft spot for ambitious drama student-types who feel like they’ve lived centuries despite not having reached a quarter of a century themselves, full of regret, nostalgia but still young enough to have a righteous attitude. There is no fear of pretension here and so they take chances and carry this listener over to their darker and brighter world. www.birdeatsbaby.co.uk |
