White Ghost Shivers Share The Love With Studio Album Reminiscent Of Their Live Show

The White Ghost Shivers return in fine form for their sophomore release Nobody Love You Like We Do. The tightly intertwined yet playful nature of the band's live show really comes through in the songs. The seven musicians in this bawdy band have some serious chops. No cheap novelty act here.

"White Trash Fast Food" begins with minor key tenor banjo strumming and that great style of upright bass playing that sounds like the strings are being hit with drum sticks. This song has an overall gypsy jazz feel and has guitar, clarinet and violin solos. The warbled vocals are harmonized well between Cella Blue and Hot Thomas. "Short Haired Girl" has a similar formula but with a frenetic speed.

Conjuring up the vibe of a 1920s dance hall or a sleepy riverboat cruise, "Nobody Loves You" tells the familiar story of someone who's been done wrong by their lover. The newest Shiver, piano player Babyface Gray really shines here with some great ragtime-like playing.

"Too Easy" definitely has the feel of the album's cover, a wild train barreling down the rails. Poppiticus' bass playing, like in "White Trash," drives the song forward. This is augmented by some great undulating up and down clarinet.

Staring with a smoky, melancholy clarinet intro, "Some Things A Girl Can't Give Away" picks up into a bluesy number with some great nuanced, lush vocals from Ms. Blue. A great piano solo brings to mind great bluesman Roosevelt Sykes. A nearly overblown (nearly to the point of squeaking) clarinet solo adds some raucousness.

"Sweet The Monkey" is about a terrible and sneaky criminal who may or may not be an actual monkey. Deep saxophone, probably a baritone, augments the ominous feel the band is going for, as does the percussive piano. Professional beanpole Shorty Stump provides dramatic lead vocals, augmented by Cella Blue.

A staple of White Ghost Shivers, "Sweet Banana," now has a studio version. This is a calypso-inspired song with a lot of ukulele (banjo-uke and otherwise). A jagged violin solo bridges the song. For good old-fashioned double entendres and innuendos, this song is one of the best in the Shivers' bag of tricks.

"Murder In The Big Top" could be considered a Halloween song. It has a spooky tone thanks to undulating clarinet and the ghostly sounds of a musical saw. The violin solo, thin, muffled and crackly, interestingly sounds like it's being played through a transistor radio. The deep vocals that accompany the line "murder in the big top" bring to mind Lonesome Wyatt from goth-country duo Those Poor Bastards.

"Maybe Mary Might Marry Me" is a great ballad of unrequited love, somewhat in the dance style of "Nobody Loves You." Lilting clarinet and violin and a steady tenor banjo strum drive the song. There also might be a slide whistle solo here, though it's hard to distinguish from the clarinet and saxophone.

Almost a minor key sea shanty, at least for the music, "We Never Mention Aunt Clara," is about a preacher having an affair with the titular aunt. The song features one of the best double entendres on the album with "pumping her organ." Interestingly, the chorus is kind of an upbeat waltz that's almost children's song like, which doesn't fit with the theme very much. This song also has some of Cella Blue's best vocals on the album.

There are many more instrumental breaks on the album than on the band's debut Everybody's Got 'Em. A lesser band might have fallen into a repetitive trap with this but The White Ghost Shivers shine in their ability to weave everything together in a skilled and lively manner that feels spontaneous. Each member of the band is just as adept at being a rhythm player as they are a soloist. Of particular note is horn player Saturn, who really excels all over this album. The band also clearly have a unique sound but are unafraid to mingle multiple styles to create a good song. If this album doesn't make a listener want to see a White Ghost Shivers live show than said listener must just not like fun.

Blues And Ballads Flavor Tom Waits' Bad As Me

Bad As Me is the first album of all new material from Tom Waits in seven years and it is well worth the time spent. Waits tries on a myriad of hats, pulling styles from all parts of his forty year career for this music while following a path of blues and ballads.

"Chicago" has a rhythm track like a gyrating factory machine. It helps to accentuate the lyrics that appear to be about the great Southern migration from the farms to the more Northern factories. An interesting mix of banjo and saxophone achieves this. Rolling Stone Keith Richards provides those Chicago blues guitar riffs he's so good at. Waits employs one of his many voices, the one like he's guzzling gravel.

Another interesting mix of sounds, Indian tabla drums, played by Waits, and spiky electric organ, played by Augie Meyers (Sir Douglas Quintet, Texas Tornados, Bob Dylan), provides the main rhythm on "Raised Right Men." A Chicago blues shuffle played with these instruments is certainly odd but it works. The drums sound like industrial machinery or metal trashcan lids, a style that has become synonymous with Waits and, as of late, played by his son Casey. Waits is wailing and moaning urgently here. Flea of the Red Hot Chili Peppers plays bass but it is not distinguishable.

An undulating Eastern European gypsy rhythm meets the old west meets 1920s jazz on "Talking At The Same Time." Waits uses his falsetto here but think more delta bluesman Skip James and less Robert Plant. Meyers provides some bluesy piano. The guitar playing has a lonesome surf/country echo. "Face To The Highway" is similar but slower and doesn't stand out as much. The percussion stomps but softly. Clean, jazzy little guitar fills give a slight Steely Dan meets Chris Isaak feel in parts. Bells and a somber violin break add dirge elements.

"Get Lost" has that '50s rock n' roll thing going for it. Waits yelping vocals overlay a simple but solid rhythm backbone with some sax flourishes. A great, bright energetic guitar solo with bite is played by either longtime Waits axeman Marc Ribot or David Hidalgo (Los Lobos), who plays on almost every track.

"Back In The Crowd" is a romantic ballad with a Mexican feel. The acoustic guitar riffs and the waltz-like rhythm help to achieve this. Brush drums and electric guitar fills complete the song.

Two songs have an Italian ballad feel. "Pay Me" uses accordion, vibes and violin to get this. Waits uses his "real" voice. Some piano adds to a melancholy feel. "New Year's Eve" is a fitting bookend to the album. This is a story-song in the best Tom Waits tradition, recounting the tale of imperfect family and friends on an imperfect holiday fraught with disaster.

"Back In The Crowd" is a love ballad with a Mexican feel. Acoustic guitar plucking and a waltz-like rhythm help to achieve this. Brush drumming and occasional electric guitar fills complete the song.

The title track, "Bad As Me" definitely seems like one that a record company would put out as promotion. Waits is being the quintessential howling madman that people expect him to be. His vocals invoke Screamin' Jay Hawkins' here. The instruments, jagged guitar, undulating sax and piston drumming, sort of roll off each other in waves. Chicago by way of Mississippi blues harmonica player Charlie Musselwhite gets a solo.

"Kiss Me" has an appealingly sparse arrangement. The upright bass, piano and vocals structure invokes the smoky after hours jazz club and coffee house feel of Waits' early '70s music. "Last Leaf" is similar but feels like a song friends would sing together after having had a few at a dark Irish pub. Lyrically, it has an obvious but appealing metaphor about staying true to who you are. Keith Richards provides slightly ragged but earthy background vocals.

On "Satisfied" Waits channels his inner Howlin' Wolf and once again, Richards brings the blues. Les Claypool (Primus) plays bass on this song but like with Flea on "Raised Right Men" you can't really hear it.

In the beginning it might appear as if Waits is attempting to rap on "Hell Broke Luce" but its nothing so pedestrian. This song imitates the "left, left, left, right, left" military march. Lyrically the song is about how war is hell and for many soldiers, the hell is carried with them when they come home. This song has a hammering rhythm and blues guitar fills.

Tom Waits has always made music about the seedier side of life, the ne'er-do-wells, the misfits, and the scalawags and thankfully that hasn't changed on Bad As Me. Even his love songs aren't maudlin. In the world of a Tom Waits song, you can't know happiness if you haven't first experienced sorrow first. The only downside to this album is that at times the tracks vary too wildly so a cohesion is lost.

His cigarette and alcohol flavored voice is also in fine form. Unlike some other gravely-voiced singers, Waits clearly recognizes that his is an instrument unto itself and has taken care to cultivate it as such as opposed to fighting it. He has also never been a flavor of the month type of musician. Fleeting trends do not enter his equation. He is a genre unto himself, which is why his records continue to be significant achievements amidst a cookie cutter landscape.

Iggy Pop Goes Solo Again With A Radical Change In Musical Direction

At age 62, Iggy Pop continues to buck trends. Abandoning the punk sound he helped create, his new solo album, Preliminaires, ventures into the territories of jazz, blues and even French romantic balladry. This new mix of sounds has created music that's just as unique and refreshing today as The Stooges were when they exploded on the scene in the late '60s.

"Les Feuilles Mortes," a song recorded by French singer Edith Piaf, among others, opens and closes the album. Pop's version has him using a deep baritone croon a la Leonard Cohen. But the mix of electronic-sounding percussion and bright acoustic guitar brings to mind David Byrne's "Like Humans Do."

Once more featuring deep baritone singing, "I Want To Go To The Beach," expertly captures the mood of the song's lyrics. With reverb-drenched low-key guitar and piano and a gently rolling rhythm, the image of a lazy day at the beach with waves crashing comes to mind.

"King Of The Dogs" is pure classic New Orleans jazz, complete with trumpet leads. Pop's vocals take on a raspy quality here. The song could be described as an appealing mix of Preservation Hall and Tom Waits.

"Je Sais Que Tu Sais" is swamp rock at it's finest. This song would easily find it's way on the soundtrack for TrueBlood. Driving drums move the rhythm along with some bluesy acoustic slide guitar. Pop's vocals are mixed low and sound distorted, possibly even sung through a "green bullet," a microphone often used for blues harmonica. Airy female vocals provide and interesting contrast with his as well. This song shows up again near the end of the album with the English title "She's A Business."

Though "Nice To Be Dead" is definitely a rock song it has no similarities to Pop's previous work. Despite crunchy, chugging guitars the urgency of punk isn't there. The rhythm is like a snake biding it's time before it's prey moves within striking distance.

Originally a bossa nova song, "How Insensitive" is re-worked by Pop with a space age lounge croon, backed by soft electronic undulations. In this way there are similarities to Pop's past collaborator David Bowie.

Though the title of "Party Time" suggests dumb rock, the song is actually quite schizophrenic, taking elements of funk with it's angular bass slapping and elements of '80s gothy new wave with a continuous synth haze in the background.

"He's Dead, She's Alive" is pure acoustic Mississippi blues. An atmospheric drone gives the song some depth. Pop stays away from the deep croon of much of the other songs. The lighter vocals fit this type of song well.

"A Machine For Loving" is essentially a book reading set to music, with the story being about a dying dog. The melancholy, minor key acoustic guitar goes well with the overall somber quality.

The English translation of the word "preliminaires" is "foreplay." In a sense it's an accurate title. While it's a wonderful listen, you're left not entirely satisfied in the end. It feels as though Pop tried to cram three or four albums into one. Without a defining musical direction, besides the obvious departure from punk, this album loses focus. However, that doesn't stop the music itself from being fantastically eccentric and entertaining, like Iggy Pop himself.