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Add some music to your day #3: New releases, March 2011

This month in the shopping bag: Girls, Girls, Girls. That’s my Mötley Crüe reference for the year.

LYKKE LI – Wounded Rhymes

This isn’t the first record to detail the reciprocal connection between joy and pain, but it’s a very good one, a lustrous – and lusty – record that brings to mind the writer Nik Cohn’s memorable description of Pet Sounds: “sad songs about loneliness and heartache; sad songs even about happiness.” That’s a telling interpretation, because even if there are a couple of places where Wounded Rhymes’ rainy day purview approaches the Spectorian-Wilsonian wall of woe, they’re only half of the story. The thematic centrepiece is “Sadness Is A Blessing,” which addresses the resiliency of youth over a “Be My Baby” heartbeat, with a gorgeously erotic vocal drag on the line “the only lover I’ve ever known,” and a clever bit of lyrical dexterity in the chorus. By following the titular phrase with “sadness is a pearl” instead of the expected “sadness is a curse,” you realize Li’s motored past the first four stages of coping, straight on into acceptance. Joseph Gordon-Levitt could’ve used this in (500) Days of Summer. “Silent My Song,” which sounds massive despite its spare instrumentation, offers more of the same. The production and economy of arrangement by PB&J’s Bjorn Nittling lavishes every bawdy lyrical urge with ravishing sound; even the cage-rattlers (“Youth Knows No Pain,” “Get Some”) that come out swingin’ with percussive “I Want Candy”-like clangour aren’t particularly angry: they’re rapturous, defiant, determined. So, if acceptance is the one state you’d prefer to meet in a dark alley, Wounded Rhymes is your ticket back to the light. Or, hell, as the artist herself puts it: “That must mean I’ll live again/And get back what I gave my men/Get back what I lost to them.”


PJ HARVEY – Let England Shake

“Soldiers fell like lumps of meat, blown and shot out beyond belief” isn’t regular fare for a lead single’s opening verse, but that’s how “The Words That Maketh Murder” typifies Let England Shake’s treatise on combat’s grisly horrors and the dull aftershock that clings to a nation’s psyche. PJ’s time-travelled back to The Great War’s disastrous Gallipolli Campaign, with unsettling, unflinching imagery informing each of England’s songs. From the army bugler almost trampled underfoot in “The Glorious Land” to the villagers diving into the sewage-infested rivers to escape the carnage in “Written On The Forehead,” Harvey’s characters are drawn right at the life-altering moment of realization. England isn’t a full play; it’s almost like a collection of final acts. Harvey’s method masterstroke is in pitching her voice so close to trilling, sing-songy blitheness, and matching it to melodically catchy – even breezy – music. The foot soldier’s jingoist mentality is a mass delusion – just ask the poor Vietnam sap in Stevie Wonder’s similarly scathing “Front Line” – and by delivering England’s vignettes without a hint of harangue, Harvey leaves you to retch as you will.


ANNA CALVI – Anna Calvi

Vividly dramatic accompaniment for the RKO studios B-movie playing in your head. A motel crime scene, a cop on the take, a shifty femme with a gold-plated cigarette lighter, sweltering air you could cut with a letter opener. I was surprised to learn Calvi’s English, as so many of the sensory cues seem drawn from American potboiler fiction, with a twist of David Lynch’s noirish phantasms. But I hear a little “Down By The Water”-period PJ Harvey too (Peej associate Rob Ellis co-produced). It’s a stone gas, honey. Anna Calvi starts with a motionless, lick-heavy instrumental, a pretty bold call for a debut album from a young singer, but then, assertiveness is an element of style throughout. Although the music doesn’t recall The Banshees in the slightest, Siouxsie’s theatrical grandeur looms large in Calvi’s strong, flexible vocals. Consider the roiling “Suzanne And I” and the cinematic “First We Kiss” end credits-calibre songs. “Love Won’t Be Leaving” is the triumphant, epic closer, with Calvi’s coiled, expressive guitar playing to the fore. Can’t wait for the movie.


OH LAND – Oh Land

Time’ll tell whether the #184 Billboard chart placing means the world’s not ready for a “supermodel pop” sub-genre, but Oh Land steals marginally ahead of standard-issue Kylie in the “thrush pop” category (I’m just making these up as I go) by virtue of alluringly active vocal melodies, and thematic concerns that forego simple love-me-dos for dreams, hopes and categorical dismissals of bad friends. So forgive this ex-Royal Swedish Ballet student for having the best cheekbones in pop since a-Ha, and feed off the solid electro of “Human,” “Voodoo” and the Goldfrapp-like “Sun Of A Gun.” The undercard slot on OMD’s recent North American tour placed Oh Land before a hypothetically simpatico audience, but in such company her songs tended to float like butterflies while the headliner’s stung like bees. Curiously, YouTube’s full of clips showing the unusual arrangements in a different light: less reliant on beds of synth, there’s a twitchy Bjork influence Oh Land could push if she wanted to confound everybody. Supermodel Bjorkpop?