Bob Harp, Collecting Dust. The first thing that
registers about Bob Harp’s second album is how evocative it feels, how
true it sounds — as if his guitar and harmonica really have
collected dust for decades. The effect is but an illusion (he’s a young
guy; his songs are new), but the ploy is forgiven as his tunes speak
for themselves. If not directly, they muse affectionately on America,
folk, the country, and the West. (self-released)
Sholi, Sholi. Indie rock is a strange beast. On one
hand, it’s as free and open as it wants to be; on the other, it’s
restrained by the rock pedigree. In Sholi’s hands, both sides of the
coin come into play. Its music reaches intriguing experimental
territory and explores a vaguely Eastern influence, but the standard
guitar-bass-drums triad seems to stifle the band’s expression.
(Quarterstick Records)
The Gun and Doll Show, American Radio Two. The subject
matter is consistently odd (Would you like to see it?/The power of a
woman/What shall we do?/Make love, make love, make love, make
love), but this accomplished and adept San Francisco roots-rock
group sure knows how to sell songs like “Cowboy Lingerie Store” and
“Jungle Ho.” It’s just how they roll. They’ve embraced their kookiness,
and you should, too. (self-released)
Eliyahu & the Qadim Ensemble, Eastern Wind.
Nothing quite reaches the heights of the opening track, which matches
an innovative stop-start technique with the more traditional Middle
Eastern rhythms the San Francisco band espouses throughout the
remainder. Its songs, performed on traditional flute, fiddle, lute, and
percussion, flow like ancient poetry — many, in fact, are based
upon folk songs and devotional prayers from the region. (Embarka
Records)
