Artist.......: Gary Lucas & Gods and Monsters
Album........: Coming Clean
Label........: n/a
Genre........: Rock
Catnr........: n/a
source.......: CDDA
rip.date.....: May-29-2007
str.date.....: 000-00-0000
quality......: VBR/44.1Hz/Joint-Stereo
Url..........: http://www.garylucas.com/
track title time
01. Fata Morgana 03:21
02. Follow 03:41
03. Coming Clean 03:52
04. Skin Diving 03:24
05. Evangeline 03:59
06. Ain't Got You 03:47
07. Hurly Burly 01:58
08. Land's End 04:08
09. Spirit Moves 03:33
10. Under My Wing 05:22
11. Psycho 03:04
12. One Man's Meat 03:54
13. Mojo Pin And Dream Of The Wild Horses 03:17
14. Rosemary's Baby 03:52
15. Grace 04:43
Runtime 55:55 min
Size 83,2 MB
Release Notes:
Gary Lucas, guitarist extraordinaire, unfurls his
dynamic strings and lassos them around our ears as
we become the blessed victims of the latest
unleashing of his brilliance. Together with his
Gods and Monsters gang, Gary assaults and redefines
our aesthetics boundaries.
Right off the bat, he once again digs his digits
into an axe and whacks out a fabulous
phantasmagoria of slide guitar, blues-y licks, and
lascivious vocal warnings, all woven around his
fable of the delicious but dangerous Fata Morgana.
"Her icy stare, her mournful air can hypnotize all
sailors
Who now full fathom five doth lie beneath her coral
jailer
As cruel Morgana seals your fate just when you've
come to nail her"
Fata Morgana sails into the melodic harbor of
"Junker and the Jewess," and "Vampire Circus" with
its enticing Pied Pipes of orgasmic little kisses
blown from the strings with which only Gary has
privilege at his sorcerous fingers. Shipwrecked
evermore. Shipwrecked evermore.
"Under My Wing" flies to a secluded little jazz pub
somewhere in the solar system where time retards
the heart while the ears absorb this tale of woe.
And whoa, how the brushstrokes glide over a
thousand canvases all morphed into Gary's deep,
mosaic voice. From the outset, this song makes me
wonder where the stripper poles are concealed. And
around where I wrap my fingers for the best grip. I
dare not let go. I wish to fill the void under that
wing.
One of the crowning songs (well, aren't they all)
from Gary's very first solo album "Skeleton at the
Feast" is Bernard Herrmann's "Psycho." Here, we
once again visit Norman and `mother' but with drums
and bass. It's as if Gary's band, Gods and
Monsters, are personally feeding me plump little
drops of adrenaline while embracing my body
playfully on the edge of a cliff.
"Mojo Pin" is `the' one and only "Mojo Pin" from
the irrefutable genius of Gary Lucas and Jeff
Buckley. Before knowing anything about the version
on this album, the haunting voice staring out from
the grooves stopped me dead in my tracks. For a
moment, I thought the serenader was a very nascent
Jeff Buckley, as though he may have sounded in the
1980s, but of course, the luminous collaboration
with Gary had not yet been born. Upon further
investigation, the owner of the sweet vocal chords
turned out to that of Michael Schoen, a name
perhaps not known at the moment by many but one
whose talent refuses to lie dormant. But "Mojo Pin"
isn't merely an imitation of the original. Michael
sings his own version and Gary's guitar purrs as if
the tune were gloriously composed only yesterday;
both Michael and Gary approach the song with a
fresh, courageous soul.
The rest of the gems are there for the taking. That
is, if you dare to progress beyond the mundane
borders of the little dividers in your local record
store chain. I'm crawling back under the wing of
Gary's axe, which always provides an avant-garde
path to the fantastic.