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Well a few musicians have gotten together again to take on Big Brother... and this time Big Brother takes the form of the media monopolies. Organized by Tom Morello of RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE and Audioslave the 13 city tour will be featuring BILLY BRAGG, The Nightwatchmen, STEVE EARLE and Lester Chambers of the Chamber Brothers. Also joining the show on select dates will be Mike Mills of R.E.M., Jill Sobule, Boots Riley and Janeane Garofalo. According to Tom Morello, "When presidents and politicians lie, it is the job of the press to expose and challenge those lies. When the press fails, the lies become law. The point of the 'Tell Us The Truth' tour is to help others make these connections, and to show them that activism can change the policies of this country." Find out more on Common Cause.

So what a weird month it's been. And as a result, you're gonna get the kind of demented, droning column that should be split up over a couple different months/topics, but I'm on a roll with my thoughts tonight, and as you'll EVENTUALLY read, it all sort of ties together loosely in the end.

As the faithful music nerd you guys most definitely know and expect me to be, October/November is officially the time when my thoughts turn to the releases of the past 10-11 months to prep for the big gonzo blowout End o' Year list-making extravaganza that we music fans cherish like little else. So why can't I get into it this year?

The answer is simple: I bought an mp3 player.

The Boxer Rebellion - Watermelon
(Poptones)
Review by Jon Garrett

After four years of aimlessly wandering the A&R desert, former Creation Records chief Alan McGee finally stumbles onto an oasis or perhaps more accurately, a B.R.M.C. or Raveonettes. Signing to McGee's recently relaunched Poptones label, The Boxer Rebellion fits nicely into the new scuzz rock scene, taking its cues from original filth mongers, The Jesus and Mary Chain. But The Boxer Rebellion also displays a penchant for Verve-ian psychedelic sprawl and cavernous, echoing feedback, anathema to today's strict constructionists of the JAMC sound. The extra flourishes suggest this band could well outlast the competition. McGee and Poptones, meanwhile, could be in for a dramatic reversal of fortune.

The TRASH CAN SINATRAS will be quietly sneaking into New York City in November for a show at Fez under time. What's with the one-off gig? Well... they'll be in town to finish mixing their new record with ANDY CHASE. Andy's been working on it piecemeal throughout the summer and the last 5 tracks will be completed in the next few weeks. The album will be mixed and mastered before they head back to the UK so look for a springtime release around the world.

Is America ready for Dizzee? Matador and XL certainly hope so. The pair of labels are gearing up to release DIZZEE RASCAL'S 'Boy In Da Corner' album in the United States in January.

Who is Dizzee Rascal? Well at a meer 18 years old, this East Londoner is probably the youngest ever artist to receive Britian's acclaimed Mercury Music Prize (i'm gonna stick with "probably" cos my fact-checkers have taken Halloween off). The Guardian's Alexius Petridis called him, "the most original and exciting artist to emerge from dance music in a decade". Dizzee brings a unique blend of drum and bass, garage and hip hop to what can only be described as infectious independence... and it's coming to America.

We've got your reissue of NEXT year right here kids... REVENGE - One True Passion. Remember when New Order took a break after the release of Technique? Well Peter Hook wasn't just hangin around doin nothing. Hook formed Revenge with what would eventually become the members of Monaco and released 'One True Passion' on Factory in 1990. Revenge were chastity belts, synths and industrial intensity and this new 2-cd set on LTM contains over two hours of music digitally remastered, retooled and reconfigured by Hook and David Potts. The second disc contains unreleased demos and rare remixes... and it's all wrapped up in sleek Peter Saville style.

One of the final holdout bands from the days of Britpop yore, SHED SEVEN, have decided to split following their current UK tour. The surprise announcement today reveals that these final live dates will be "a celebration, a retrospective, a Shed Seven tour to remember," and stresses that the band's greatest hits catalogue will be showcased alongside "lost gems" not often heard at Shed Seven gigs. Despite nearly continuous critical backlash for their entire career, Shed Seven managed to outlast most of their Britpop contemporaries, and we here at Excellent are a little wistful to see 'em go.

Belle & Sebastian - Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Review by: the members of the Excellent Mailing list

I thought I'd do a little something different with this review. Perhaps I was inspired by what I think is one of the best albums of the year. Apparently it was a good thing I asked, because it appears most of the mailing list didn't share the same enthusiasm for what I thought was a surprising and brilliant return to form for the Scottish indiepoppers.

So what did they think? Read on...

It's a step in the right direction - not exactly another "...Sinister", but by no means a "Storytelling" or "Fold Your Hands...". Let's just hope they continue the trajectory.
Melissa Fehr

"I'm wondering if Belle and Sebastian were influenced by Os Mutantes (Rita Lee's first band)... becuase their (B&S) song "Step into my Office, Baby" is another version of os Mutantes' song, "Tempo No Tempo." I do love the CD. (By both groups)"
Alex Martin

"As long as you have Stuart Murdoch, you have what makes Belle and Sebastian; it can be Murdoch with 4 plumbers, and you still have Belle and Sebastian. Take Murdoch out of the mix and you are treading on very shaky ground. Yes, Ringo got some songs ( imagine battling for songs with Lennon / McCartney ), and there will always be a few "Ringo" tunes on every Belle and Sebastian record, but on "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" they disappoint (following a trend found on virtually every album - Space Boy Dream? forget it! ) instead of being fun and surprising, a la "Yellow Submarine" and "Octopus' Garden". It is all too easy to find fault, so I suggest you look to the positive side and create your own version. Just program your cd player, and you will find a spritely album that rolls along at a nice pace, has one sure-fire classic in "Lord Anthony", entertains with a few toe tappers, and there you go, that wasn't so bad after all."
John F. Monroe

"Belle & Sebastian regain some ground here after the dual (and dull) disappointments that were "Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like a Peasant" and "Storytelling." Trevor Horn's bright, mostly non-obtrusive production is the first surprise, followed by a seemingly reinvigorated Stuart Murdoch. Still, as the kids say, it's not as good as their older stuff -- there's nothing here that will come close to converting the doubters."
Ross Raihala

"Despite roping in producer of the hour Trevor Horn to update their sound, "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" marks no discernable departure for everyone's favorite/least favorite [delete as appropriate] fey Scottish popsters and is a complete waste of Horn's talents. If anything, it's further proof that Stuart Murdoch could greatly benefit from a stiff drink and a swift kick in the ass. Step into MY office, baby, and let me show you a few things...like my fist."
James Freeman

"I should preface this review with an admission. I never expected to review this record. Heck, I never expected to buy this record. See, I do not consider myself a fan of Belle & Sebastian. I have never owned--nor have I ever had a desire to own--any of their records. I heard If You're Feeling Sinister once, and I had no desire to hear more. As my opinion had been polarized many moons ago, I gave Dear Catastrophe Waitress no thought; why should I care? When it was announced that this album was to be produced by Trevor Horn, my curiosity was quickly piqued, and last week, I was asked what I thought of the album. I considered giving her my usual"I don't know and don't care" line, but my overwhelming curiosity got the better of me, and for the first time in years, I wanted to hear a Belle & Sebastian record.

It must be extremely nice to be Stuart Murdoch. Seven years of critical acclaim has certainly cemented his career, and it's safe to say that Murdoch has reached the Vegas-era Elvis stage of his career. Much like the King of Rock and Roll, to the rabid, devoted fans, Belle & Sebastian can do no wrong. They've made some disappointing records over the past year or two, yet they've survived the bad reviews with the ease and comfort of a well-established star. If Murdoch and his (apparently) ever-changing cast of Sebastians were to do nothing more than retread previous albums, nobody would really complain; after all, blind devotion thrives on the repetition of past glories. Stuart Murdoch could then rest a bit easier at night, as he would not have to worry about what kind of record he should make.

Of course, when an artist reaches that point in their career, one should worry about them. If history has taught us anything, it's that complacency kills: it kills great bands, it kills creative growth, it kills the spark that once made a great band/artist special; on rare occasions, it actually kills the artist. Of course, every band who establishes themselves in the public eye is faced with a frustrating catch-22, and it's one that must be maddening for those who have to face it. While it's true that an artist who turns their back on their fans in the name of 'creativity' is guilty of artistic self-importance, it's equally wrong for an artist to do nothing but give their fans the exact same thing over and over, in order to 'please the fans.'

On one level, it's obvious that Murdoch didn't want to mess much with the Belle & Sebastian formula, and that makes Dear Catastrophe Waitress an extremely complacent, sterile, risk-free record. Think they're not being complacent? Just listen to the chorus of the utterly revelatory "You Don't Send Me": "Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise me/Listen honey there is nothing you can do to offend me anymore." Is he making some sort of cute commentary about a dull relationship, or is he looking in the mirror and commenting upon the fact that he's not going to give you, dear listener, nothing you wouldn't expect from Belle & Sebastian? Personally, I think he's telling all in song. And what excactly does it say about a band who never mentions who is in the band? Nowhere--nowhere--is a band lineup given; I am assuming that by this point, we should know who is in Belle & Sebastian. Then again, maybe Murdoch couldn't spare one line from his five-page diary entry/liner notes/waste of time. I guess such pretension is to be expected; let's not forget that we are talking about Belle & Sebastian here. ( It could be worse; he could have given us six pages of rambling, unintelligible babble, complete with even more name-dropping, and for once, I'm happy that Roddy Frame's name wasn't brought up in discussion.)

What makes this even more frustrating, though, is that I really can't believe that Trevor Horn was hired to keep up the Belle & Sebastian status quo. After all, this is the man who produced Frankie Goes To Hollywood, The Art of Noise and The Buggles, so it's hard not to think that the collaboration would produce something neat. (Then again, Horn also produced Seal, Paul McCartney and taTu, so such a thing could be a mixed blessing, but let's not go there.) For this, I must give Murdoch credit; the combination of Horn and Sebastian is certainly interesting. Of course, seeing as the combination seems highly unlikely, Horn's ideas and production gimmicks are terribly obvious; Dear Catastrophe Waitress has a driving, upbeat and pseudo-happy pulse that cannot be overlooked, and at times it sounds terribly unnatural. The end result? Horn's made the premier conjurers of the ghost of Nick Drake sound painfully like a folkier, feminine-sounding version of Stereolab. Think that comparison is a half-interested music writer grasping at straws for a comparison? Imagine Laetitia Sadier and the late Mary Hansen singing "Step Into My Office, Baby," "You Don't Send Me," or "If She Wants Me," (to name but three songs as examples) and the resemblence is disturbing.

It certainly piqued my curiosity to learn that Trever Horn would be producing their album. If anything made me a bit more receptive to their new record, it's that. When I first put Dear Catastrophe Waitress in my stereo, there were many, many times I wanted to take it out and listen to something that was merely mediocre, because I wanted to listen to something better. I can't explain why, but just as I reached for the eject button, some little hook or Hornism made me stop and listen, as if some sort of subliminal message was saying "please keep listening! please keep listening!" To be fair, Horn has added some wonderful hooks; though I haven't really listened to most of the album, "Step Into My Office, Baby," "You Don't Send Me," and "I'm A Cuckoo" are certainly hook-filled numbers that will make you smile and will make you want to hit the repeat button. I can't help thinking, though, that it's Trevor Horn's magic--and his magic alone--that makes this album pleasant. Nice, even. Am I listening to Dear Catastrophe Waitress because Belle & Sebastian made a great record, or am I listening to it because Trevor Horn made it listenable? I'm gonna have to live with that one for a while.

What, then, should you take away from this record? If you're a fan, there's nothing here that will offend you. They don't want to put their career on the line; after all, you can't charge fifty bucks a ticket if nobody wants to see you. If you're not a fan, then you might like this record. You might not, though. It all depends on how you feel about self-aware Scottish pop songwriters who think they're smarter than you. Belle & Sebastian make music to appeal to college professors and their sullen teenage daughters who want to feel validated in their tastes, and their latest offering simply gives the dour, sourpuss types a reason to dance and crack a smile. (Maybe that's why they hate it so!) Dear Catastrophe Waitress hasn't made me a fan, but I haven't been utterly repulsed by it, either. It's nice, inoffensive pop music, how could I possibly be repulsed? I doubt it's something I'll listen to very much, because records by Camera Obscura and Would-Be-Goods are so much better and are much more satisfying, even though the one or two highlights are really enjoyable. Ultimately, though, Belle & Sebastian have risked nothing and, once again, have given us a new album that contains absolutely nothing new.

I'm sure Elvis would be impressed. "
Joseph K of mundane sounds.

"Against my better judgement, and not forgetting my normal hatred for all things that start with 't' and rhyme with 'whee', we may have just begrudgingly heard the album of the year. Absolutely fucking stellar."
Shane Brown

"Even though I miss Isobel's contributions, Dear Catastrophe Waitress turns out to be another satisfying Belle & Sebastian record. You have to admire their continued sense of communal craftmanship - these are well-thought songs with complex melodies and arrangements that still remain pretty accessible. If your feeling sinister, you can accuse Stuart Murdoch of re-treading lyrical ground (much falls under the heading of "whimsical") and moving the group away from their more folky roots (Trevor Horn's shiny production pretty much nudges the band towards 80s new wave and jangle-pop), but in the end, Dear Catastrophe Waitress is another triumph of craftmanship that is quite fun to listen to."
Michael F. Gill

What a complete and total waste. ELLIOTT SMITH, the Portland native who had basically become the poet laureate of the indie community over the last few years, was found with an apparant self-inflicted knife wound at his home yesterday morning. Smith was rushed to local hospital and an hour later declared dead. Smith's rather open struggles with drug and alcohol abuse were well documented in the lyrics of his many solo albums, though his recent lack of production had many wondering if his personal demons had returned (one 7" single was released this year, the first new output from him in almost two years.) Smith was said to be working on a new record at his time of death. He leaves us with some of the most fragile, beautiful albums of our day, and fond memories of a VERY out-of-place Academy Award performance of "Miss Misery," his nominated track from "Good Will Hunting." Shame.

If you have any personal Elliott Smith stories--of meeting the man, chance encounters, please email liz with them. We are compiling recollections for an article with mundane sounds. While we appreciate the "i never did, but I was a fan" stories please keep in mind we are looking for personal stories.

What is going on with all of the car accidents involving touring indie bands? Apparently something has happened to Calvin Johnson's DUB NARCOTIC SOUND SYSTEM. The following statement is from K Records:

Dear Friends,
Dub Narcotic Sound System was involved in a single car accident in the early morning of Oct. 15. Calvin, Heather and Chris are all OKAY, but Chris and Calvin's injuries required hospitalization. All of us at K appreciate your concern for the band's health and outlook. We will keep you updated on this site. It is already anticpated that there will be some major hospital bills to pay. We are researching all the insurance/aid options, but if you would like to help we have set up the "Dub Narcotic Sound System Medical Fund." Please make checks/money orders payable to the Dub Narcotic Sound System and send them to Box 7154 Oympia, WA 98507 or click here to make a credit card contribution. Thank you.