The Heroine Sheiks - Out Of Aferica
ARTIST.....: The Heroine Sheiks
TITLE......: Out Of Aferica
LABEL......: Reptilian
URL........: www.heroinesheiks.com
RIP DATE...: Mar-19-2006
STORE DATE.: Oct-18-2005
GENRE......: Indie
QUALITY....: VBR / 44.1Hz / Joint-Stereo
SIZE.......: 71,7 MB
Track Listing:
01 - Stabbed By An Angel 04:15
02 - Cock Asia 02:33
03 - You D'etat 03:54
04 - Break Up 02:08
05 - Brooklyntown Romeo 02:53
06 - Pillow Talk 03:42
07 - Jaws Of Life 03:44
08 - Mr. Innocent 03:07
09 - Through 06:27
10 - The Obscenery 03:01
11 - Harmonic Fix 13:28
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49:12 min
Release Notes:
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Out of Aferica and passing once again through the Reptilian
immigration department. Shannon Selberg's entirely reconfigured,
revamped Heroine Sheiks have lab tested 11 brand new, fully
assembled, tuned and torqued songs - not ideas for songs, not
experimental keyboard games - but nothing shy of his finest body
of work since the Cows seminal Sexy Pee Story, if not better. The
new line-up subverts its four on the floor rock sensibilities,
using active riffage and rhythm, but fucking it up just the right
amount. Shannon's vaudevillian creepshow has never been this well
utilized, showing the amount of restraint and excess at the right
times in exploring his menagerie of hard luck characters. Age and
musical maturity have chiseled away the unnecessary parts of the
persona, gone is the drawn-on mustache of shock and in its place
the true five o'clock shadow of the narrative mindfuck. The album
begins with the subdued darkness of "Stabbed by an Angel" into the
Flipper and Fang brain-screw of "Cock Asia", setting the tone for
much of the record - heavy-handed guitar work, perfectly placed
bugle and keyboard flourishes, and Shannon's slippery, alley-cat
vocals. The upbeat "Break Up" introduces a three person (but just
one Shannon) conversation of weird-ass romantic problems,
"Brooklyntown Romeo" unfolds with another raw storyline. "Jaws of
Life" is as dank as anything from the first Unsane record. "The
Obscenery" is Shannon channeling mid-70's Lou Reed quite well,
singing - yep, singing - over a slowly unfolding piano line.
Selberg rarely gets the lyrical credit he deserves, with each song
unpeeling like a cracked-up, narrative orange peel of seedy life.
The kinda folks you meet late at night in poorly lit, smoky rooms,
the kind of places Selberg's spent the last twenty years,
unrepentantly. (reptilianrecords.com)