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William Prince Moves 'Further From the Country' » PopMatters
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William Prince Moves ‘Further From the Country’ » PopMatters

by jummy84 November 1, 2025
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Folk-rocker William Prince has never been more on the move and never sounded more at home. After albums exploring faith and gratitude, he takes a look at change and distance on Further From the Country. While not a concept album, the record offers a steady look at some big questions about where we come from and where we’re headed, the mix of happy ties and itchy restraints that maintain our connections to places, even if sometimes only emotionally. Prince’s mix of character studies and thoughtful meditations combines for an album with staying power.

The core of the record appears on its titular opening track. Above a driving beat and a sharp fiddle, Prince sings of his move to the big city, indicative of his success as a storytelling artist. The transition isn’t uncomplicated. He asks, “And if I go, is the home that raised me no longer my own? / And if I stay, would I leave here anyway?” He knows the value of leaving on, but also the cost of leaving something behind. It’s a price worth paying, though, as he acknowledges in “Damn” that “Things won’t change until I finally get the will to do something else with myself.” Prince feels the need to move to avoid getting stuck.

The sedentary pitfall comes through clearly on the melancholy country number “All the Same”, in which life drones by on the reservation; the same friends, the same squabbles, the same suicidal exits. Prince captures the unacknowledged desperation when he sings of a friendly woman who was “saving all her money for a holiday that would never come”. That sort of sharp detail fills Further From the Country. Prince gives his characters complexity with just a few lines.

On the pure Nashville “Flowers on the Dash”, he captures the entirety of the relationship in the chorus, a man’s trip to win back a lover turned to nothing but a rejected bouquet for the drive home. Southern rocker “On Rolls the Wheel” develops the sadness of a truck driver, while “For the First Time” sums up blue-collar struggle in a quick couplet: “Feels like God don’t give a damn / When you’re waking up at 4 a.m.”

With all this motion and worry about getting stuck, William Prince could easily, like his fictional truck driver, get lost on the road. Instead, he pauses to find his moments of growth and places of stability. “For the First Time” looks at the process of moving through and beyond grief’s immediacy. Prince especially considers the loss of his father (an integral figure throughout these songs), whom he addresses explicitly on “The Charmer.” On this track, he takes the shine off and tries to give an honest portrait of a complex man. Prince sees him clearly, and honors him appropriately: “Now every chorus, every verse / The charmer rides again.”

By the time Further From the Country reaches “The Charmer”, Prince’s musical tradition becomes a little clearer. He’s always drawn on folk, country, and rock. On one hand, it makes sense to find him as an offshoot of outlaw country. He might be a more natural successor to John Prine, with his particular sense of character and choice of people to study. It doesn’t hurt that “The Charmer’s” melody would sit perfectly on Prine’s The Missing Years. Prince uses his varied influence to paint careful pictures of regular life, while thinking deeply about what it means and how he’s made a life.

That life, throughout much of Further From the Country, has a sense of restlessness, but William Prince draws a critical point in the closer “More of the Same”. Unlike in “All the Same,” the singer now finds repetition not damaging, but edifying. He’s found love, and he can work on lessening his anxiety and need to compare himself with others. “How could I complain / With more of the same?” he sings.

Through both his peregrinations and his examinations, Prince has reached important conclusions. He might not have all the answers, but he’s starting to see how leaving can be part of finding home. He might be rolling on, further from where he began, but it sounds like he’s always been moving toward the center.

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OMD's 'Crush' Celebrates Its 40th Anniversary » PopMatters
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OMD’s ‘Crush’ Celebrates Its 40th Anniversary » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 31, 2025
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Crush: 40th Anniversary Edition

OMD

Virgin

17 October 2025

In 1988, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark served as the opening act for Depeche Mode‘s American tour. At one show, at Poplar Creek Music Theatre in Chicago, OMD’s singer Andy McCluskey lamented, “America is the only place we’re still cool.” This turn of events couldn’t have come as a complete surprise, though. In many ways, it was by design.

OMD’s third album, Architecture & Morality (1981), had been a worldwide smash. Since then, though, the synthpop pioneers had grown frustrated that they couldn’t maintain their level of commercial success. Furthermore, they were deeply indebted to their record label, Virgin. So, they set their sights on the US, where they were still very much an underground act. In the memoir Pretending to See the Future, McCluskey and bandmate Paul Humphreys make no bones about the fact that they wanted to “break America”.  

The first step was to recruit an American producer, someone who could help finesse their sound for Top 40 radio. McCluskey and Humphreys chose Stephen Hague. Hague would soon enough become a synthpop Svengali, helping lead Pet Shop Boys, New Order, and Erasure to the promised land of American airplay and sales. At the time, however, he was relatively unknown, a former member of Jules Shear’s power pop band, Jules and the Polar Bears, whose biggest production client was the former Sex Pistols manager Malcolm McLaren.

The result of Hague’s and Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark’s collaboration was Crush. Indeed, in terms of America, the mission was accomplished. The first single, “So in Love”, made the Top 40, as did Crush itself. Both were firsts for the band, but there was a significant trade-off. For many fans, especially in the UK, who were transfixed by Architecture & Morality and its forward-thinking predecessors, Crush was the beginning of OMD’s nadir. To them, it was a melodic yet vapid, catchy yet pandering sellout. Crush was the first OMD album since their 1980 debut to miss the UK Top Ten. It was their lowest-selling record to date there, as well.

Now, though, McCluskey and Humphreys can reintroduce Crush from a position of strength. Their reunion in 2006 has yielded a run of new material that, in large part, has righted the pop/art balance, leaving no question about OMD’s legacy as one of the most significant and groundbreaking bands of the last half-century. Among the titans in their catalog, Crush remains a junior proposition.

However, 40 years on, from the wonderful Edward Hopper-inspired cover art to the effortlessly melodic, surprisingly timeless music within, it is a self-contained, ultra-romantic package that both encapsulates and transcends the 1980s. Indeed, OMD had never sounded this sleek, this sexy, this cool before, nor would they again.

“So in Love” is a perfect representation of what Crush is all about. The driving beat, inside-out bassline, and luxuriously ethereal string synths set the stage for McCluskey’s mournfully wide-eyed baritone. It’s super-sleek, yes, but far from vapid. Instead, it is the rare 1980s pop single that is actually as debonair as it claims to be.

Similarly, each of the other nine songs on Crush unfolds like a vignette, with different stylistic approaches coming together to form a cohesive whole. That is where Hague is a strength. “Bloc Bloc Bloc” is jazzy and irresistibly hedonistic and nonsensical, while “Women III” examines the conflicted existence of a suburban housewife in biting yet sympathetic fashion: “One day she thinks of leaving him / The next she treats him like a king… / It’s a long way home / From where she’s come.” The music is suitably chilly and ambivalent—is that synth chorus defiant or mocking?

Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark expand some boundaries on Crush, just not in the way most fans expected or hoped for. “88 Seconds in Greensboro”, about a deadly Ku Klux Klan attack in 1979, continues McCluskey’s penchant for history, but it also does away with the synths almost entirely, opting for a New Order-ish, guitar-bass-drums feel. “Hold You” is the most tender thing the band have ever recorded, nearly but not quite a straight-up love song. “La Femme Accident” is whimsical yet lovely chamber pop.

Even the remnants of Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark’s early experimental days are evident on Crush. The title track, built on a sequence of samples from Japanese television, is odd and mesmerizing, as a down-on-love McCluskey curses the “fucking rain”.

This 40th anniversary reissue features some dated remixes, a handful of B-sides, and studio outtakes, all annotated by McCluskey. Hardcore fans will be curious, but only the even more tender demo version of “Hold You” is worth more than a listen. The vinyl version omits three outtakes from the CD, but that’s not a significant issue.  

Especially in the 1980s, there were more than a few UK acts that aspired to “break America”, only to find themselves broken in the end. In the years following Crush, this fate would also befall OMD. Crush, though, takes on America in true world-class fashion.

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Ruel Creates Sunny, Self-Assured Pop Creates Happiness » PopMatters
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Ruel Creates Sunny, Self-Assured Pop Creates Happiness » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 31, 2025
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The Australian singer-songwriter Ruel is a savant of musical styles. 2019’s “Painkiller” was a compact mix of funk and pop, and 2023’s 4th Wall blended acoustic and electronic elements. Discovered by the Grammy-winning producer M-Phazes at age 12, Ruel van Dijk achieved stardom in his native Australia after signing with RCA Records at 15 and performing as an opening act on Shawn Mendes’ 2019 tour. His second studio album, 2025’s Kicking My Feet, proves he is ready to continue ascending the music industry ladder. “If everything comes, I’m gonna say yes to it,” he told Rolling Stone.   

In the music video for “Wild Guess”, Ruel plays himself, a musician acting in a movie. “Singers shouldn’t be actors,” says his co-star in the video. Through this self-reference, he calls attention to the fact that, since the dawn of social media, musicians have become multi-media celebrities. In 2023, he told The Guardian that the album title 4th Wall was inspired by The Truman Show, a film about a reality television series. As a rising star himself, he related to Truman’s constant surveillance. 

Kicking My Feet is a joyful record that portrays messy emotions as building blocks for newfound happiness. In “Not What’s Going On”, Ruel gives in to a new romance, as glossy harmonies enhance an ecstatic chorus. “I Can Die Now” conveys a similar sentiment: “But since I found you, I can die now.” “Only Ever” calls back to the funk influences of his previous records, but uses crisp guitar riffs to express devotion in a laid-back manner. Elsewhere, “The Suburbs” leans into rock, as a raucous sound contrasts peaceful lyrics: “Always drivin’ under 35,” Ruel says, imagining a settled-down life with a partner. 

At other points, Kicking My Feet takes a break from bliss. “Destroyer” brings the record’s rock homages to a crescendo, as Ruel contemplates his agency in the breakdown of a relationship. In “Even Angels Won’t”, the singer appreciates a friend who stuck by him during tough times, as haunting harmonies blend with a chilling acoustic piano riff. When he says to a friend, “You go where even angels won’t,” the tension of this moment might have, in the hands of another artist, warranted production theatrics. However, his husky vocals and songwriting mastery create a compelling composition that draws on pop’s core elements. 

Kicking My Feet is a shiny, highly-produced album, but it stands out in a crowded field of male pop stars. In 2024 and 2025, Shawn Mendes and Justin Bieber returned from extended breaks, and the odd former member of One Direction always threatens to release a solo album. Meanwhile, newcomers Sombr and Role Model blend rock and country to contrast the glitzy bubblegum pop that boy bands espoused in the 2000s and 2010s. 

After exploring acoustics on 4th Wall and incorporating R&B and funk on previous EPs and singles, Ruel made his foray into synths and electric guitars. Kicking My Feet is a sharp take on an existing formula. While most pop stars could spend an entire album cycle deciding how confessional they want to be, he has struck an innate balance between fame and privacy as he has gradually ascended to stardom. This personal assurance allows him to focus on the music. Like a painkiller, the songs are quick shots of dopamine, small experiments with sounds that use lyrics to ensure tidy moral resolutions. 

“Two tickets for a funeral / When you blow up the hand that feeds ya,” Ruel says on “Destroyer”. Although personally content, the singer understands that pop works best when grounded in reality, conveniently or not. In an interview, he told Rolling Stone, “The goal is not extreme happiness or extreme success. My goal is to be comfortable and sustainable.” As expressed in the song “The Suburbs”, Ruel will maintain stability when he finds it, even if its soundtrack continues to change. 

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Demi Lovato Finds the Right Frequency on New Album » PopMatters
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Demi Lovato Finds the Right Frequency on New Album » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 30, 2025
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Demi Lovato began the promotional cycle for her seventh studio album, It’s Not That Deep, by pretending to tease an upcoming documentary. The announcement was false, revealed to be a self-mocking joke about the number of documentaries Lovato has released in the past. 

Although repetitive output becomes ripe for satire, Lovato has endured hardships worthy of documentation. In 2018, the singer experienced a near-fatal drug overdose after six years of sobriety. Additionally, while a Disney Channel star, Lovato struggled with addiction and body-image issues. “I’m sorry for the burnout,” she says on “Sorry to Myself”, an It’s Not That Deep track where she reflects on the amount of pressure placed on child stars. “Hustle culture sometimes does pay off, but it comes with a price,” Lovato said in a 2025 interview with Paper magazine. 

While snippets of It’s Not That Deep allude to the singer’s tumultuous past, most of the album stays true to its name. “Popvato is back,” said its creator, who aimed to return to the lighthearted nature of her early work. Lovato’s recent output, the albums Dancing with the Devil and Holy Fuck, explored the angst of her addiction and sobriety journey.

Produced by Zhone, a collaborator of Kesha, It’s Not That Deep is a sleek collection of club pop, with a variety of sounds that diversify a record of singular purpose. The atmospheric chorus of “Frequency” resembles Lovato’s early hits: radio pop that showcased her vocal range. However, in the post-chorus, “Frequency” transitions into an autotuned EDM haze, where Lovato claims, “No one can f*** up the vibe,” as a bass fluctuates beneath her vocals. 

The record also hits mellower notes without deviating from an upbeat sound. “Let You Go” has a sing-along chorus, but the synths throughout convey a melancholy mood. “In My Head” is a fast-paced yet ethereal attempt at moving on, with a catchy melody that distracts from its cliché lyrics. “Before I Knew You” calls back to the empowerment pop of Lovato’s first few albums but is reimagined in a breathy, confessional mode indicative of the present. 

The main pitfall of It’s Not That Deep is that it risks being derivative of Charli XCX‘s brat, 2024’s contemplative hyperpop smash. While Charli XCX used club-ready tracks to contemplate the nature of her own celebrity, Lovato uses a similar sound to argue that there is currently nothing to think about at all, hence the album’s title. However, even that assertion conveys an important change. It’s Not That Deep is a reversal of the meaning Lovato tried to create on previous records to varying degrees of success. 

In 2021, after the release of Lovato’s third documentary, The Atlantic ran an article titled: “Stars Now Understand That Their Destruction Is Our Entertainment.” By turning her life into reality television, Lovato lost the ability to control its narrative. Instead, the medium for sharing that life became its own narrative for public consumption, where fans decided that the new entry point to Lovato’s work—an investigation of heavy subjects—overshadowed the frothy pop she sang. 

It’s Not That Deep strikes a new balance between work and play, as Lovato accomplishes an adult version of the task given to her as a Disney star: providing escapism. Self-references on this album feel liberating and humorous. The music video for “Fast” features Lovato’s internet memes: snippets of interviews in which the singer made ridiculous comments that fans never forgot. By embracing the outlandishness of these moments, Lovato supports the mission of It’s Not That Deep, approaching a lighthearted task with seriousness. 

On the record’s cover, Lovato tries on a dress still wrapped from the dry cleaner. A tag on the garment reads, “We [Love] Our Customers”. Holding up the dress, Lovato stands amid a bustling crowd of young and old, referencing the cover of Billy Joel’s 1976 album, Turnstiles. To remain relatable to their audiences, pop stars must have one foot in everyday life, while turning the mundane aspects of that life into a spectacle. Completing this act requires an audience’s willful ignorance and a celebrity’s ability to manipulate reality. In this case, then, It’s Not That Deep has depth in one regard: it makes the hustle look easy, which is no small feat. 

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Revolutionary Funk-Soul Luminary » PopMatters
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Revolutionary Funk-Soul Luminary » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 30, 2025
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When a great artist passes, we often say that they were “larger than life”. While this was true of D’Angelo in many ways, it doesn’t exactly do his legacy justice. D’Angelo‘s presence certainly loomed large over the neo-soul scene throughout the 1990s and 2000s, but his music stood out not for its largeness, but its lightness—its subtlety, sparseness, and deftness of touch. It was as smooth as “chicken grease”, to borrow an oft-cited phrase from his musical icon, Prince, at once as sensual and soulful as Motown in its heyday and as effortlessly cool as the best of old-school hip-hop. 

Since his passing on 14th October, many tributes have been paid to D’Angelo, born Michael Eugene Archer, calling him a hitmaker. Yet calling him a hitmaker seems to miss the mark. Yes, he did score a top 10 hit in “Lady”, and a top 25 hit in “Untitled (How Does It Feel?)”, but D’Angelo’s true gift was not as a hitmaker. 

Instead, his music skirted around the rough edges of R&B, the seedy underbelly of 1970s funk. It took the drugged-out, dirt-encrusted sound of Sly Stone and P-funk and pared it down to its barest elements. D’Angelo knew how to both move the listener and restrain them at the same time—keeping them guessing and allowing them to fill in the gaps of his music, both literally and figuratively.

That is evident even in his most ‘billboard’ moments, like “Untitled”, where the oddly syncopated 6/8 beat almost seems to create a delay in the music, an extra space for the listener to fill. The additional space heightens the sexual tension within the track, dramatizing D’Angelo’s impassioned pleas for his lover to come closer, stop playing silly games, and “take the walls down” with him. 

Indeed, if there was one word that truly defined D’Angelo, it may have been just that: space. That was true of the way he made music, but it was also true of the way he treated the musicians who worked with him. As his tour manager, Alan Leeds said:

“D’Angelo always surrounds himself with great musicians, but most importantly, he gives them space. I don’t think I’ve ever worked with a frontman artist as unselfish musically and on stage as D’Angelo is. He’s like a jazz guy doing funk. I think he intrinsically gets the idea that’s foreign to so many musicians today that the beauty of the musical art form is the interplay.” 

Perhaps more than any other artist of his generation, D’Angelo knew how to let the music breathe. He knew that there is wisdom in letting your collaborators find their own rhythm, and that inspiration is something you have to sit with and wait on, not force. As a result, there isn’t a wasted note in his discography, nor is there a bad album. All three of his studio LPs—released in three separate decades—reflect a painstaking work ethic and a patience that verges on legendary. They are all certified stone classics, as virtually any R&B head worth their salt knows. 

D’Angelo has often been compared to Prince, and although the two share a clear sonic lineage—both steeped in the great American funk-soul continuum—in many respects, they are polar opposites. Prince’s music was huge and theatrical; D’Angelo’s was primarily marked by restraint and subtlety. It’s fitting, then, that D’Angelo’s favorite Prince song was “I Wonder U”, arguably the subtlest moment in Prince’s whole discography. 

The beat in “I Wonder U” is even sampled in “Africa”, the closing track on Voodoo. “Africa” was written as a tribute to D’Angelo’s newborn son, Michael, and it’s breathtakingly beautiful—a lullaby with a twinkle in its eye, sleepy, backward guitars merging with D’Angelo’s half-whispered vocals about spirituality and the blessings of “African descent”.

To sum up their differences: Prince made music for the party; D’Angelo made music for the after-party—steamy, slow-burning funk for bleary-eyed dancers taking one more hit of the joint, drinking “one mo’ gin”. It was the kind of music you put on in the wee AM hours when you were tired, high, and could no longer tell the difference between dreaming and waking. 

Yet this isn’t to say that all of D’Angelo’s music was marked by restraint and subtlety (just as not all Prince’s was power-ballad bombast). When the time was right, D’Angelo knew how to let fly and flat-out rock, like on his epoch-defining, 15-years-in-the-making comeback album Black Messiah. 

The album’s central highlight is probably “1000 deaths”, which opens with the sermonizing screed of black revolutionaries Khalid Abdul Muhammad and Fred Hampton and then comes totally unglued, the low-slung, bass-driven groove giving way to an epic wail of gun-slinging, turbine-roaring guitars. D’Angelo, deep in the mix, cries out in a plaintive and desperate battle cry: “You know a coward dies a thousand times, but a soldier only dies just once.”

You could say that D’Angelo’s music bore the best of both worlds—romantic and revolutionary, soft and hard, tender and machismo, masculine and feminine. Nowhere is this world of contrasts more beautifully exemplified than on Voodoo; he appears shirtless, chiseled, and dripping with sex appeal on the cover (just as in the famous music video), but the music itself feels almost supremely feminine and understated—the vocals airy and free-floating, the production minimal and crisp, the lyrics primarily tender and openhearted. Indeed, Voodoo is that rare thing: a 1990s hip-hop record that seems connected to the divine feminine. It doesn’t stand out in the records of the time; it exists in a category entirely separate from them. 

It’s ultimately impossible, in the space given here, to do adequate justice to D’Angelo’s legacy. Suffice it to quote the closing lyrics on “Africa”: “From which you came was love / And that’s how it all should be / You and my soul are one / Through all the time and history / And I thank you, thank you.”

Thank you, Michael Eugene Archer, for gracing this planet with your delicate and beautiful sound. 

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With Ashes and Diamonds Daniel Ash Carries on His Bauhaus Legacy » PopMatters
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With Ashes and Diamonds Daniel Ash Carries on His Bauhaus Legacy » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 29, 2025
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Some people are fortunate enough to play in one successful band; Daniel Ash managed to be in two. Following the dissolution of gothic rock band Bauhaus, Ash and brothers Kevin Haskins & David J founded Love and Rockets in 1985. This trio embodied a slicker sound than the more arty Bauhaus, and Ash has continued to pursue his artistry with his latest group, Ashes and Diamonds.

Ash has formed a band with percussionist Bruce Smith, of Public Image Ltd. fame, and bassist Paul Spencer Denman [Sade]. In some ways, this is a supergroup, but the intention is to keep the album “honest” sounding. Fittingly, their debut record is called Ashes and Diamonds Are Forever.

“I’m all over the place,” the guitarist chuckles. “My mum’s half-French, half-Belgian, and my dad’s English. I’ve lived here in the United States since 1994; do you notice an accent?” It is admittedly more transatlantic than British. “I notice it when I go back,” he laughs. “And I jump into a cab. They say to me: ‘Are you from America?’ I go: ‘Northampton!’ But I very much still sound English in the States still!”

He’s wearing spectacles, but beyond those rock furnishings, he comes across as a humble musician. “I don’t believe in jam sessions,” he admits, discussing the beginnings of Ashes and Diamonds Are Forever. “Now, I would get drum loops and a bassline from Paul [Spencer Denman] and Bruce [Smith]. We did most of this album independently because we live in different parts of the country. Bruce lives on the East Coast, I live on the West; so does Paul.”

He coughs and continues: “So they’d send me stuff, and I’d get the headphones on. I used this cut-up method that William Burroughs used, as did David Bowie. I’d get a bunch of headlines from tacky magazines: The Sun, The National Enquirer. All the gossip mags! They’d have all the best headlines, so I’d cut them up and put them on the kitchen table [while] listening to the backing tracks. If I were lucky, I’d get a song out of it by the end of the day. All this mix and match!”

Not an uncommon method: John Lennon did something very similar on “A Day in the Life” in 1967. “Yeah, that was an example of that,” Ash nods. “‘Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds’ came from a painting with his kid. So, a similar idea, but I got the whole of the song from the headlines. Gets you started on something you wouldn’t usually write about.”

Was it a lengthy process? “We started this seven years ago,” he confirms. “This was started in 2017, 2018, and then COVID hit. So, we had to work independently. And at the 11th hour, we decided to scrap it and start it all again. We booked a studio in Los Angeles for ten days, and re-recorded and remixed everything. This was with a producer called Robert Stevenson.”

Another cough: “What I’m leading up to is that we had time to reflect and perfect everything. Because of that, I’m pretty much 100% on all the songs, but one track I like is ‘Ice Queen’. It’s different: not rock. I love the romantic sound of that track. The romance in it.”

Ash co-wrote the romantic number “So Alive” during the 1980s. “I wrote the lyric on that one,” he smiles. It has proven to be one of Love and Rockets’ most enduring tracks. “The situation with that track is we were going to do it the day before we were in the studio…” He splutters and pauses: “Well, on Friday, we had planned on Monday to do one of Dave’s songs. I had come up with just the riff and thought I had something special here. I had just the riff and the opening line. I said: ‘Give me half an hour.’ I went down into the cellar with a bottle of whiskey. It was a magic moment, because I got the lyrics in half an hour. With the help of a glass, or three!”

Ash joined his bandmates upstairs, where they set up and basically played that song.” Ash is reminded of Bauhaus staple “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” because both compositions were recorded quickly. “We played the song,” he confirms, “and I did a scratch vocal. And then by day two, we got the backing singers in. The whole thing was mixed and produced in 24 hours!”

He denies that the intention was to write a contrast to Bauhaus. “If you think about that track, it’s in the same vein as Lou Reed‘s ‘Walk on the Wild Side’. We didn’t plan it that way initially, but as I say, I was coming up from writing the lyric, and everyone locked in real-quick. We all agreed it needed female backing singers like ‘Walk on the Wild Side’. We got three girls in on backing, but you know, when you’re writing a song, you don’t know where it’s going to go.”

Morale was high in the studio. “David [J] and I were joking,” he giggles. “We said: ‘If ‘So Alive’ isn’t a hit, we quit.’” Ash says that the record company in America printed promos boasting that the album [their eponymous fourth] contained the hit ‘So Alive’. “That’s how confident they were,” he grins. It grossed the top position on the Billboard Modern Rock Charts in 1989.

Returning to Bauhaus, were they compared to Joy Division? “Yeah, because of the similarity in the vocals,” Ash agrees, suggesting that Peter Murphy and Ian Curtis shared a resonance. Curiously, both bands formed sequel outfits with the lead guitarist promoted to lead singer. “I never put that together,” Ash says. “Like New Order, yeah. Love and Rockets certainly sounds different to Bauhaus.”

He suggests that Tones on Tail, a band he formed with drummer Kevin Haskins in 1982 (revived in 2024), sounded different “again”. Ash pauses: “Are you familiar with Tones on Tail?” Pop is a fine exploration of textures. “That was the one album we made,” Ash says. “Kevin’s daughter Diva [Dompé] joined us in 2017 for Poptone. We called ourselves that because we covered Love and Rockets, Tones on Tail, and Bauhaus. We were a covers band, but covering ourselves, which was fun, but for the Cruel World gig that Tones on Tail played in 2024, Diva played bass on that.”

Returning to Bauhaus, some of the tunes, notably “Bela Lugosi’s Dead”, are soaked in reggae imprints. “Well, actually more Kevin, David, and me,” Ash replies. “I don’t think Peter was so into the reggae at that point [August 1979.] It was a mixture of various influences. You can’t really pinpoint…”

He realizes there is a yarn here. “I had this riff,” he elaborates. “This haunting riff: using open tuning. I was talking to Dave on the phone the night before we recorded that song. I said: ‘I have this real haunting riff.’ ‘That’s really funny,’ he said, ‘I’ve got this lyric about the vampire Bela Lugosi.’When we got into the rehearsal studio, I started playing, and Kevin started doing this bossa nova beat. David started on bass and handed the lyrics to Peter. He started singing it pretty much as you hear it, so again, real quick.”

Acknowledging the reggae influence, the guitarist points out that there is “bossa-nova beat there.” As a teenager/young man in the 1970s, Daniel Ash was struck by British glam rock. “I was brought up, you know, the big thing that hit me at 15 years old was the Ziggy Stardust thing,” he confesses. “Life-altering. That, and T-Rex. Iggy & the Stooges. That’s basically all I listened to at the time.”

Ash had an older sibling who was “into the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Kinks,” so this guitarist was exposed to older influences. “My two favorite guitar players are Hendrix and Mick Ronson,” he admits. “I’m not really into lots of shredding, so the Ronson thing was a big influence.”

Was he taken with Queen? “No, that’s different,” he replies. “It’s a little bit like Kiss in America; not the same thing.”

Ashes and Diamonds feature a drummer from John Lydon‘s band Public Image Ltd. “When the Sex Pistols came out in the 1970s, that was mind-blowing. On Top of the Pops, I hadn’t seen anything this exciting the whole Ziggy thing. That’s why a lot of bands came after. Siouxsie & The Banshees, the Damned [sic], the Cure. Sex Pistols are my favorite punk band.”

Primarily a guitarist, Daniel Ash has also dabbled with the saxophone. “There’s some crazy sax on a song called ‘Champagne Charlie’ on this album [Ashes and Diamonds Are Forever],” he confirms. “A bunch of sax at the end of this album.” Bauhaus favored frenzy, as is apparent on “She’s in Parties”. “That sounds polished to me,” he laughs. “If it sounds raw, great. It doesn’t sound raw to me like Velvet Underground raw. I love Velvet Underground, and it suited them to be lo-fi. I think their third album was more of an Andy Warhol vibe; he would use the cheapest cameras, simple lighting. I think the Velvets were influenced by that.”

Reed, like bassist John Cale, had a “healthy ego”, which Ash confirms is “part and parcel of being in a band. You’ve got to have an ego to want to create in the first place, as far as I’m concerned,” Ash says. “It’s tough, but if you ain’t got an ego, you won’t create anything.” Did the pandemic inspire Ashes and Diamonds Are Forever? “It only inspired the lyric to ‘2020’,” he elaborates. “That’s the only track that had an influence. The three of us recorded long-distance initially, but when we decided to re-record it, we were all in LA with Robert. Ten days to get it all done, and we finished it at 22:00 on the tenth day. Much better to do it that way.”

“The first Bauhaus album took two weeks,” Ash admits. “We used the band Crass’s studio, and then years later, with Love and Rockets, we were getting successful.” He pauses: “Not in England, Ireland, or Europe, but the States. We ended up taking two years to make Hot Trip to Heaven. We’re still proud of it, but it was commercial suicide. I remember thinking: ‘This is either our Dark Side of the Moon, or it is going to flop’. Commercially, it bombed, but we’re still proud of it.”

It contrasted the jokes they made about Fleetwood Mac‘s protracted studio times: “We ended up taking two years on an album!” Perhaps humbled by that experience, Daniel Ash takes the time to say thank you for this interview. “If the album’s successful, and there’s interest, then we’ll look at the live level,” he continues. “But if it’s not, then there’s no point going out. It’s in the hands of the Gods. We’re open to it. There’s so much traffic every day, and it’s tough to stand out.”

He’s not a fan of AI. “The concern is that it will take over,” he sighs. “Very strange, and very weird. They will be able to come up with ten Brad Pitts, no problem. Actors are talking about protecting themselves from that happening. We will all become obsolete. I haven’t used any AI in the making of the lyrics.”

Ash admits he’s been “moaning about it” but sees some potential that it could “help the human race, but it also could completely fuck us up,” he warns. “We’re just in the infancy stage. By Christmas, we might not be able to control it. The people who have made it are concerned.”

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Wolf Alice Electrify with Cathartic Power in Oakland » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 29, 2025
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It’s a Friday night in uptown Oakland, and there’s a buzz in the air as British rockers Wolf Alice arrive at the Fox Theater on their much-anticipated fall tour. The band have won growing acclaim with each of their four albums, but there were four years between the release of 2021’s Blue Weekend and 2025’s The Clearing.

Thus, there’s been a long wait to see Wolf Alice back on tour. The group’s first major-label album since signing with Columbia Records last year is a polished, ambitious collection of songs that explores an array of sonic landscapes. There’s dream pop, power ballads, full-tilt alternative rock, and tunes that defy easy categorization as dynamic vocalist Ellie Rowsell and her cohorts explore their craft.

Sonic diversity is a Wolf Alice trademark, but there’s also a more seasoned approach on The Clearing. The group have been around the block a few times and are moving into their 30s, a time when one starts to ponder life’s existential questions more deeply. “I think a lot of it is like, maybe you think when you’re younger that you’re going to get older and understand yourself and everything around you a bit more,” Rowsell told Rolling Stone UK earlier this year. “Maybe getting older is understanding that you might never. You don’t always figure it out. You don’t figure yourself out because you’re always changing.”

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Change can be a fine line in the rock world, where fans want the familiar sound they fell in love with. However, it’s the bands that can maintain their original vibe while also growing and experimenting with their art who tend to have the most enduring careers. Thus, Wolf Alice are poised to continue their ascent. Guitarist Joff Oddie has had to stay home, missing the fall tour while awaiting the birth of his first child. Reports indicate he hand-picked guitarist John Victor to fill in for him, along with keyboardist Ryan Malcolm. 

The first few songs here at the Fox Theater showcase the band’s dream pop side, highlighted by the atmospheric vibe of “Delicious Things” from Blue Weekend. Rowsell wears what appears to be a sequined white leotard, white stockings, and white boots, making her look like a cross between an Olympic gymnast and a superheroine from The X-Men.

The set ignites on “Formidable Cool”, an electrifying hard rocker from 2017’s Visions of a Life. Bassist Theo Ellis and drummer Joel Amey lay down a wicked groove, and the guitars crank up the amps to send the group’s sound to a more powerful sonic landscape. The stylish Rowsell seems to embody the concept of formidable cool, with what feels like a shamanic presence, and it becomes evident that she is a first-tier rock goddess and a solid guitarist.

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Amey takes the lead vocal on “White Horses”, a vibrant tune about personal identity from the new record, where Wolf Alice soar with a crisp upbeat sound that takes on a multi-dimensional flavor with Rowsell coming in for the choruses. It’s a standout track on the album that really comes alive onstage as the audience grows increasingly engaged. Wolf Alice’s sound clearly has more of an edge in the live setting, and it’s exhilarating to experience.

“Bros” from 2015’s My Love is Cool returns to the dream pop realm and is clearly a fan favorite, as Rowsell gets the adoring audience clapping in unison. “Your Loves Whore” is another song from that 2015 release that soars, a power pop gem where Rowsell’s voice shines. Wolf Alice mix it up when Amey and Malcolm come out front to join Rowsell for trio harmonies on “Safe From Heartbreak (if you never fall in love)”, winning simpatico cheers when they sing, “You fucked with my feelings.”

A showcase moment for Rowsell occurs on “The Sofa”, the dreamy closing track from The Clearing. At first listen, the song may seem like an oddly emotional number about chilling on one’s couch, but the song has deeper layers, both sonically and thematically, as Rowsell explores life’s conflicting emotions. She sings about having a wild side, but sometimes she just wants to lie there on the sofa all day long. A lot of people can probably relate, but only Ellie Rowsell turns this universal feeling into an existential power ballad, with the crowd waving their hands back and forth in sympathetic unison.

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“Bread Butter Tea Sugar” follows as an upbeat number that blends a Beatlesque production vibe from the Sgt. Pepper’s era with 1970s pop rock, as Rowsell continues to shine with a giant star backdrop behind her. Wolf Alice crank the energy level to incendiary levels on the combo of “Yuk Foo” from Visions of a Life and “Play the Greatest Hits” from Blue Weekend. There are extra psychedelic lighting effects and wild, side-energy from Rowsell as she headbangs and swings her long hair around like a woman possessed. The energy is contagious, as the Fox is really rocking out now.

“Lipstick on the Glass” returns to a mid-tempo level, but there’s a shimmering vibe as Rowsell emotes in a mesmerizing way over a tight bass line, creating a song that feels like it could be from a neo-noir film soundtrack. “Giant Peach” is a rocker from the first album with a punk edge that revs things up again in sensational fashion. Ellie Rowsell can hang with the best in dream pop, but she transforms into a genuine force of nature on the harder-rocking songs with her mesmerizing presence.

“I’ll tell you one thing, thank god for the West Coast of America,” bassist Theo Ellis says sincerely, thanking everyone for coming out before the band launch into one of their most scintillating songs with “Smile” from Blue Weekend. It’s a Wolf Alice tour de force with the heavy groove, the tight riffs, and Rowsell’s syncopated freestyle type vocals as she sings of lost souls congregating at the bar to remember who they are, before a big chorus. Rowsell is also back on guitar here, rocking out like the rock star that she is.

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“Bloom Baby Bloom” pairs well with “Smile”, the hard-rocking first single from the new album that feels larger than life as Rowsell belts out a powerful vocal over big hooks and a fierce beat, culminating in a climactic conclusion to the set.”When I’m playing this song, I’m just trying to channel that Muppet that plays the drums – you know, Animal. Yeah. Just on the floor tom for, like, three-and-a-half minutes. So maybe I’m trying to outgrow my nonanimal persona and into my animal persona,” drummer Joel Amey told NPR about his approach to “Bloom Baby Bloom”, which seems fitting for the song’s high energy level.

“A primal scream to remind yourself that you are brilliant as you are and not to let anyone let you forget that. Maybe when you feel in doubt of your own strength and power, like, it could serve as a kind of encouragement or something that you are amazing,” Rowsell added regarding her intention with the song, highlighting rock’s ever-compelling power to foster and encourage personal empowerment.

The encore of “The Last Man on Earth” starts as a contemplative ballad, before taking off with a shimmering sonic grandeur as Rowsell sings, “You’d like a light to shine on you, Let it shine on you,” seemingly channeling a bit of the vibe from the Rolling Stones‘ “Shine a Light”. It hits the feels like sonic honey for the soul, setting up the finale of the band’s hit power-pop song “Don’t Delete the Kisses”. 

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It’s been a sensational night at the Fox Theater, as Wolf Alice continue to build on their legend that began with taking their name from a short story of the same name by Angela Carter. It’s apparently a variant of “Little Red Riding Hood” from the perspective of a feral child, which perhaps provides some explanation for how fierce Ellie Rowsell can seem at times onstage. It’s been said that rock ‘n’ roll may not be able to change the world, but that it can get you through the night. Tonight’s performance has undoubtedly been one of those, as fans exit feeling blessed to bask in the uplifting power of Wolf Alice.

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Caitlin Canty on Songs, Storms, and Staying True » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 29, 2025
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New days and clean slates keep coming for singer-songwriter Caitlin Canty. She is sharpening her skills, raising a family, and continuing to build a body of work that reflects resilience, quiet strength, and resolute honesty. Her new record, Night Owl Envies the Mourning Dove, is a testament to her evolving artistry. This album turns natural solitude, domestic change, and hard-earned wisdom into a collection of songs that sound both grounded in the earth and untethered to time.

The Roots and Roads That Shaped Her Sound

Caitlin Canty was born in Proctor, Vermont, in 1982, and grew up surrounded by rural landscapes and the gentle rhythms of small-town life. Raised by a schoolteacher mother and a house-painter father, she found song in ordinary moments—singing in chorus and playing trombone in school before receiving her first guitar via VHS-taped lessons at age 17. After earning a biology degree from Williams College, she moved to New York City, where she worked for the Emmy-nominated series Live from the Artists Den while pursuing music on her own terms.

Her early releases—including Golden Hour (2012) and the breakout Reckless Skyline (2015)—drew acclaim for her “casually devastating voice” and “hauntingly urgent” Americana ballads. She won the Telluride Troubadour songwriting competition in 2015. She began touring extensively across the US and Europe, collaborating with artists like Peter Bradley Adams and Jamey Johnson, and earning praise from Rolling Stone, NPR, and No Depression for her gritty lyricism and radiant poise.

In recent years, she and her husband, musician Noam Pikelny, moved back to Vermont, settling on a mountaintop near her childhood home. There, Canty continues to record, tour, and write—with the same battered 1939 Recording King guitar that has accompanied her throughout her career.

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“Don’t Worry About Nothing”: Lifting the Weight of the World

One of the record’s most tender tracks, “Don’t Worry About Nothing,” carries the voice of a mother consoling and encouraging against the endless churn of small anxieties. It is at once a lullaby, a sermon, and a reminder: that one bad thing does not mean the whole world has collapsed. “There is a mom’s voice and perspective to focus and worry about the things that do matter,” Canty explained. “But also how little worries and little jealousies can work against us… Tornadoes, awful things, remind you how short life is, and what’s actually important.”

The song’s origins stretch back to a minor domestic mishap—her young son’s toy castle tumbling down—but its weight comes from deeper, darker places. In March 2020, a tornado tore through her East Nashville neighborhood, missing her home by mere yards. Not long after, the pandemic upended the world. The castle was a metaphor, she realized, for the way everything can crash at once—yet perspective offers a way forward.

For Canty, who released Reckless Skyline a decade ago, the test of time has reshaped her relationship to both music and ambition. “My real goal is to be writing more and better songs,” she said. “My real goal is to be connecting with more people through those songs, playing with musicians that I adore, and getting on good stages. Not worrying about courting people, but to do right by the music.”

Doing right by the music has meant widening her scope. Night Owl Envies the Mourning Dove reaches for longevity, not trends. It sits comfortably in a lineage of songwriters who, like Canty, trust the songs to outlive them. “I look to musicians who have had longer careers, like Dolly Parton,” she said. “She is singing songs that she wrote in her 20s. There are so many who have a gorgeous output of songs that are their lifelong friends. It’s not about when they were written or how people liked them then.”

Canty doesn’t wait around for the muse. To her, waiting for inspiration is “a fool’s errand”. She compares songs to photographs—fleeting impressions that must be captured before they fade. “You take a picture and you remember it as notable and beautiful, and there is something about it that makes you want to share it. That type of inspiration sparks a song. It happens countless times a day.”

However, the challenge, she says, is to honor the purity of that first spark. “You are lucky if you have the time from start to finish to complete the song and make the world go away. The fewer co-writers, the better, including myself. If you open it up again in two weeks, or a year, you have different eyes, and that brings too many people and opinions into the room rather than one solid voice.”

Some of her most recent songs arrived in just such a spark—during a violent rainstorm in Vermont. Alone in her cabin as thunder cracked over the mountains, Canty felt the song arrive like lightning. Hungry, shivering, and unable to leave, she turned to the page. “That’s when it is about honoring your craft and keeping your calluses hard,” she said. “Writing songs and tending to those fires.”

Rooted in Home

Much of the new album reflects Canty’s sense of place. After years of calling Nashville home, she and her family settled in Vermont, where the woods, weather, and solitude shaped her new work. Songs like “Electric Guitar” hum with domestic noise—the sound of home life creeping into the music. “Examining what home means is another strong thread in a lot of these songs,” she said. “There is a lot of domestic noise in Electric Guitar, of a life settled and tied to the home front.”

The landscape also plays a role. Birds, trees, and storms become metaphors for transformation and survival, grounding Canty’s reflections on motherhood and the passage of time.

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Grit Beneath the Quiet

Every songwriter carries a spark from someone who came before, and for Canty, that fire was lit by Lucinda Williams‘ landmark album Car Wheels on a Gravel Road. She first heard it in college while working as a server to make ends meet. Living in a big house with wide kitchen windows, she found herself singing along to those raw, unvarnished songs. “The sound, the songwriting, the singing—it all was a high-water mark for me,” Canty recalled. “It had the mystery of how something so simple could be so powerful. Why is this message of another person hitting my heart and staying embedded? How do I do that?”

Since Reckless Skyline (2015), Canty has been described as gentle, quiet, and restrained, but she resists those labels. “I don’t think that that is what this record is,” she said. “There might be songwriter finger-picked and more solitary numbers, but a lot of the songs are more electric and grittier, and closer maybe to Reckless Skyline or Car Wheels in that regard.”

There’s grit beneath the quiet, steel beneath the lull. That mix—softness and resolve—has become Canty’s artistic fingerprint. At the core of her music lies a devotion to truth. “I could never act,” Canty admitted. “As a kid, I loved band and singing. Music is getting to truth and getting yourself out of the way of a song. If it’s the truth, then I feel comfortable singing it.”

That truth may be wrapped in storms or in stillness, in the domestic clatter of home or in the electric hum of a live stage, but it is always there—steady, unpretentious, and deeply human.

With Night Owl Envies the Mourning Dove, Caitlin Canty has crafted more than an album—it is a meditation on resilience, a love letter to songwriting itself, and a statement of intent. She is not chasing the spotlight or trend, but tending her fires, shaping her craft, and writing songs that might someday be her lifelong friends.

“My real goal,” she repeats, “is to be writing more and better songs… to do right by the music.” For Canty, that’s enough, and for those who listen, it is everything.

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The Brilliant Eartha Kitt Is “Miss Kitt” to You » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 28, 2025
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Everybody knows that the actor, singer, and activist Harry Belafonte recorded the best music ever made. Well, okay, years ago I made that somewhat exaggerated claim, for rhetorical effect, elsewhere on the web. Now I’m here to say that if such a credit doesn’t belong to Belafonte, it might go to the actor, singer, dancer, and activist Eartha Kitt. Were she still alive, Kitt could object to the association with Belafonte. According to her, the two performers had a brief sexual relationship, but he was unkind to her, saying he could never be fully satisfied with a Black woman.

Still, whatever his personal flaws, the legendary Belafonte’s essential recordings stand as models of taste and craft. Connecting Kitt‘s work with them indicates how impressive her performances are throughout the compilation “Miss Kitt,’ to You, released in 1992 and gathering 16 highlights of her 1952-1958 recordings on RCA Victor. Kitt went on to outstanding achievements in subsequent decades, but her music in the 1950s represents the bedrock on which she built her career.

Each song on “Miss Kitt” turns out to be an aspect of a portrait of the artist as young, smart, and sexy. However, the songs aren’t autobiographical. We don’t learn exactly who Eartha Kitt was in the way a singer-songwriter collection suggests it reveals the performer, but some of the songs discuss her public image. In contrast, others uncover layers beneath it, together depicting Kitt as a multifaceted combination of strengths, unafraid to speak her mind and willing to not appear in the most flattering light. She takes on roles and, because she has done so, gives of herself.

That Eartha Kitt’s versions of show tunes, non-English-language ballads, and blues sound so right all these decades later relates to their contrast with our time. Suffused with Kitt’s famously kittenish personality, her performances present a charming antithesis—a temporary antidote—to the harsh, uncarapaced 21st century.

Which is not to say that listening to Kitt means retreating from reality. Instead, Kitt needs to be reincorporated into the world, lifted into the general public’s hive mind as a song stylist, streaming into ears eager to feel better about being human. Because like Belafonte and other existentially beautiful purveyors of popular music, Kitt represents humanity doing good: not, say, robbing or ravaging but relieving suffering through entertainment.

Kitt appears to have been a natural-born entertainer, or at least her talents and personality were shaped that way by challenges early in life. She was born Eartha Mae Keith in the small town of North (yes, that’s correct), South Carolina, in 1927. As she detailed in interviews and autobiographies, this light-skinned, fatherless girl endured rejection, racism, neglect, torture, and rape. Mainly for her own “safety”, she was moved to New York City by an aunt, who intimidated and beat her.

However, by 1952, her undeniable talents as a dancer, singer, and actor had been recognized. Eartha Kitt had appeared in movies and on television, starred in theater, and began recording. Perhaps applicable here is John Lennon‘s self-description in 1970’s “I Found Out”: “They didn’t want me / So they made me a star.” Lennon meant his unmarried parents, who didn’t raise him, and the drive that resulted from their rejection, but we can extrapolate to the circumstances of Kitt’s early life.

“Miss Kitt,” to You closes where Kitt’s recording career began, with the delightful novelty “Monotonous”, which provided her star-making opportunity in the Broadway musical review New Faces of 1952. Written specifically for Kitt, “Monotonous” details the exploits of a world-weary vamp: “For what’s worth, throughout the earth / I’m known as femme fatale / But when the yawn comes up like thunder, brother / Take back your Taj Mahal”. This song became one of Kitt’s lifelong calling cards with its tongue-in-cheek litany of reasons to be blasé. Consider the awe-inspiring self-reinvention involved in South Carolina’s Eartha Mae convincing the world that she was so full of the glamorous life that she had transcended it.

This recording encapsulates much of Eartha Kitt’s appeal as a vehicle for the well-written song: enough vocal facility to navigate a melody while injecting dramatic details in service of lyrical nuances. When the material is worthy of her, it gives her enough to work with. Eartha Kitt becomes a songwriter’s best friend, with exquisite diction and an unequaled savoring of syllables.

So from the start, Eartha Kitt elicited smiles, fired synapses, and at least tapped toes. Further work on stage, on screen, and in the recording studio followed. In 1967-1968 came Kitt’s star turn as Catwoman in five episodes of the Batman TV series, an opportunity to have fun and play with her public image. Her fearlessness in the cat suit led to trouble in the White House, however, where, as a guest of President Lyndon Johnson and First Lady “Lady Bird” Johnson, she criticized the ongoing Vietnam War and spoke openly about social unrest. A period of politically dictated blacklisting in the US followed, and Kitt spent years in Europe, returning to the media spotlight in the late 1970s.

For those unfamiliar with Kitt as Catwoman, she may now be best remembered for stage appearances, such as in a 1987 London production of Stephen Sondheim’s Follies, and screen roles, such as in the 2006‒2008 animated series The Emperor’s New School. She died in 2008, and it’s cool that her final screen credit is for providing her trademarked purr on an episode of The Simpsons that aired two years later.

Eartha Kitt’s many performances and her classic recordings celebrate her and express a desire not to take herself too seriously. The title “Miss Kitt,” to You captures that dichotomy, with its winking insistence on being treated with respect. Maintaining one’s dignity in the face of the world’s injustices can be hard enough, but doing so while retaining one’s full humanity—intelligence, humor, expressiveness, aliveness—can be heroic. Doing so as a diminutive woman of color in early 20th-century America constitutes a superpower.

As if to tacitly prove her power, “Miss Kitt,” to You omits some of her biggest hits, including “I Want to Be Evil” and “Santa Baby”, both from 1953. The compilers seem to have assumed that you can find those favorites elsewhere, such as, in the case of the latter, everywhere during the Christmas season. Instead, the material combines hits with obscurities, focusing on sophisticated boom boom.

That phrase isn’t Kitt’s—it’s the title of a 1965 song by the girl group the Shangri-Las. They were tough New Yorkers who owed at least a spiritual debt to Kitt. Indeed, it’s tempting to declare that without Eartha Kitt, there wouldn’t have been girl groups. Diana Ross cited her as a model for the Supremes. In any case, sophisticated boom boom will do as shorthand for lightly jazzy pop that tickles the mind while energizing the body.

Eartha Kitt’s first two releases, 1953’s RCA Victor Presents Eartha Kitt and 1954’s That Bad Eartha, were recorded with Henri René and His Orchestra. Each of these albums was an eight-song ten-inch, and in 1956 they were combined into a 12-song, 12-inch, also called That Bad Eartha. Most of the material on “Miss Kitt” comes from this body of work.

Kitt’s 1953 recording of the perennial favorite “Let’s Do It” evidences her delightful way with a clever lyric set to an infectious, perhaps instantly memorable tune. Written by Cole Porter for the 1928 Broadway musical Paris, “Let’s Do It”—also known as “Let’s Do It, Let’s Fall in Love” and “Let’s Do It (Let’s Fall in Love)”—ranks with Chaucer and Shakespeare in setting a standard for bawdy double entendre. Or does it?

Eartha Kitt’s affectionate rendition, delivering but not overdoing the come-on, makes the lyrics seem multidimensional, their catalog boundless: “Birds do it, bees do it / Even educated fleas do it”, and so on. However, as written, the lyrics are briefer and more repetitious than expected, and some lines fall just this side of flat (“educated fleas”?). The song needs an interpreter, and Kitt clearly delights in feeling her way through Porter’s playfulness as if experiencing each sensation for the first time. It’s hard to imagine anyone improving on her version—no, not even Ella Fitzgerald.

Also from 1953 are the wistful, wised-up ballad “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”, which Kitt sings with a convincing ache and bit of her trademark purr, and “C’est Si Bon (It’s So Good)”, in which she moves through modes of feeling and contemplation. Take a minute to savor the beauty of Kitt’s French, both sung and spoken, and the confidence of her chuckle as she ponders life on the arm of a well-to-do lover. “Cadillac car… mink coats,” she muses in English, and Kitt probably did prize those things, though not only them. 

Track seven on “Miss Kitt,” to You is mislabeled as “Avril in Portugal” but is in fact “Angelitos Negros”. Both appeared in the 1953 version of That Bad Eartha, and presumably a production error resulted in the swap on “Miss Kitt”. “Angelitos Negros” is in Spanish rather than French, and it’s half a minute longer than “Avril in Portugal”.

More importantly, it replaces a sweet but insubstantial tribute to April in Portugal with an elegant combination of spare, Latin-inflected percussion, minimal orchestration, a dash of Spanish guitar, and an address to a painter who disrespects his own negritude by never depicting black-skinned angels when surely there are such beings in heaven. This sentiment put Eartha Kitt ahead of her peers in making race an issue. The song remained just as fresh when Roberta Flack, yet another heir to Kitt, performed it on her debut album, 1969’s First Take.

“Miss Kitt” includes just one song from Kitt’s actual first full-length album, 1955’s Down to Eartha, recorded with René‘s Orchestra and Chorus. “Hey, Jacque” gives Kitt a chance to croon. The timelessly delicate orchestration alone justifies this little address’s inclusion here. Especially tasty is the section where the accordion comes in and Kitt speaks, playing the lovelorn woman.

“Je Cherche Un Homme (I Want a Man)” was the B-side of a 1955 single. The music is unobjectionable easy listening, and Eartha Kitt comes across as an American Edith Piaf, which is probably why the compilers made this the collection’s opening track. Should you hear this one—or a similar one—and think Kitt was just a Piaf knockoff, think again and listen on, because Kitt has so much more to offer. Here, the singer declares, “An ordinary guy’s all right with me,” for perhaps the first and last time in Kitt’s career.

“Miss Kitt” includes a few songs from the 1956 album Thursday’s Child, recorded with René and His Orchestra. “Just an Old Fashioned Girl” again suggests Piaf but anticipates the vibrato of the folk-pop-rock singer-songwriter Buffy Sainte-Marie, who began recording in 1964 and might have admired Kitt. However, with the genders switched, this harpsichord-enhanced track could be the English pop-rockers the Kinks in the mid-1960s, and it would not be surprising for that band’s Ray Davies, purveyor of ironic and theatrical social commentary, to have been inspired by Kitt?

In this song, a gold-digger coyly embraces the old world while declaring her desire for riches: “I’m just an old-fashioned girl with an old-fashioned mind / Not sophisticated, I’m the plain and simple kind / I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence / And an old-fashioned millionaire.” (So does Lola.)

On her hour-long 1967 TV show Something Special, Kitt coupled this song with “My Heart Belongs to Daddy”, a Cole Porter tune she recorded in 1953, included on “Miss Kitt”. The title could refer to a father-daughter relationship. However, the lyrics’ series of punning double entendres clearly refer to a sugar daddy, the backdrop against which the singer engages in dalliances. On the show, as in her original, Kitt delivers absolutely straight-faced such laugh lines as “If I invite a boy some night / To dine on my fine finnan haddie / I just adore his asking for more / But my heart belongs to Daddy”. Eartha Kitt makes each delicious scenario fun—not silly—and thus powerfully sexy.

Through Something Special, Kitt plays with her gold-digger persona like a cat with a cat toy. Wearing furs and animal prints, wrapping herself in mink, slinking and purring, she embodies the character while also distancing herself from it by directing her penetrating gaze straight at the camera. It’s unnerving to see so much intelligence, quick wit, and self-possession wrapped up in one unique package. Now and then, she moves past her sly grin to smile widely. A few times, she unexpectedly throws back her head and laughs, seemingly taken over by the elaborate joke of it all.

Eartha Kitt comes across as her own person, owning her persona. She would not, never seemed to, have it any other way. One of her late-career triumphs was delivering Stephen Sondheim’s “I’m Still Here”, the testament of a show-business survivor: “Black sable one day / Next day it goes into hock / But I’m here / Top billing Monday / Tuesday, you’re touring in stock / But I’m here / First, you’re another sloe-eyed vamp / Then someone’s mother, then you’re camp / Then you career from career to career / I’m almost through my memoirs, and I’m here / Talk about owning your persona.”

For contrast, think of another 1950s bombshell, a very different kind of commodity: Marilyn Monroe. Kitt’s and Monroe’s personas intersected in the gold-digger aspect; Monroe is forever associated with the song “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend”. Whereas Monroe became the archetypal buxom “dumb blonde”—a form she toyed with until finding herself straightjacketed and self-destructing—Kitt from the start was a sex subject rather than object. Or rather, sex was her subject, rewards for it her object. 

“I’m happy to do this, be this,” she seems to say, “because I’m here, and I’m a small Black woman in a business, society, country, world that is racist and sexist to its bedrock, and I’m unwilling to be subservient, so I will be this performer because doing so enables me to combine my many talents into a representation of myself that I enjoy and that will reward me for my efforts, but make no mistake: I choose to be this thing. I take as much pleasure from inhabiting it as you do observing it. You may read into it and think you know me, but you cannot own me.”

Perhaps the difference between Monroe and Eartha Kitt comes down entirely, as much as anything ever comes down entirely, to race. The socioeconomic constructs around white skin and black skin led Monroe, whose people had always been free, into a servitude that she hadn’t even known to fear. Meanwhile, they formed Kitt into a bundle of self-determination. In other words, Eartha Keith, from North Carolina and South Carolina, knew in her bones what was at stake.

She could draw on depths of experience sonically or ironically, as shown by two That Bad Eartha tracks on “Miss Kitt”. “Lazy Afternoon” displays, as the title suggests, a haunting languidness, as if Lana Del Rey had a deeper, more penetrating voice. Billie Holiday also comes to mind, but as if her “Gloomy Sunday” wasn’t a life-or-death struggle as much as a phase. By contrast, “Mademoiselle Kitt” is cooking Latin jazz, sung in Spanish with athletic flair. Translated declarations include “I’m asocial / I’m intellectual and chic… I’m a global artist… Do-it-yourself Kitt”.

“I’m a Funny Dame” was the B-side of a 1956 single. Recorded with Joe Reisman and His Orchestra, this track is vibraphone-fueled lounge jazz with stellar electric guitar soloing. Kitt delivers the intellectual chicness promised in “Mademoiselle Kitt”, presenting herself as not traditionally expressive but “yours just the same”.

“A Woman Wouldn’t Be a Woman” and “Toujour Gai” are both sides of a 1957 single recorded with the Shinbone Alley Orchestra and Chorus, remnants of a short-lived Broadway musical, Shinbone Alley. “A Woman” is horn-fueled R&B. With drums, it’d be rock and roll. Working up a throaty roar she doesn’t display elsewhere on this collection, Eartha Kitt certainly has the gusto of rockabilly cats such as Wanda Jackson. “Toujour Gai” returns Kitt to the familiar territory of her 1953 chansons, but her trilling here might have inspired Dolly Parton, whose tarted-up persona owes something to Kitt’s earthy sophistication.

Two spirited W. C. Handy blues come from 1958’s St. Louis Blues, recorded with Shorty Rogers and His Orchestra. Swinging New Orleans style with a touch of Hollywood in the backup vocals, they further testify to Eartha Kitt’s versatility. It is, perhaps paradoxically, a limited versatility. She fits into songs the way certain classic Hollywood stars, including Monroe, fit into roles—bringing an instantly recognizable set of mannerisms that, under the right circumstances, express every detail and add just a touch more specialness: humor, intensity, feeling, what have you. Here, she’s unforcedly bluesy without suggesting a whole new Eartha Kitt.

Lots of Kitt collections include more or less than this one does, but this one thoroughly satisfies. Omitting trivia such as 1956’s “Honolulu Rock and Roll” (included on The Essential Eartha Kitt), “Miss Kitt” is a uniformly pleasurable listen in addition to a potential revelation. It might inspire the desire to hear Kitt’s complete RCA Victor material, or at least the hits not delivered here, or it might lead a listener to explore later obscurities, such as her 1970 covers of the folk-pop singer-songwriter Donovan’s “Hurdy Gurdy Man” and “Wear Your Love Like Heaven” or her 1988 collaboration with the electro-popsters Bronski Beat, “Cha Cha Heels”.

Eartha Kitt’s later work doesn’t reveal as much about her, though, as about the importance of matching song to performer. The Donovan songs weren’t great fits; “Cha Cha Heels” was perfect. On her TV special, Kitt and Sergio Mendes’ Brasil ’66 gamely rendered the Beatles‘ “Day Tripper”, a lean, riff-driven pop-rock song whose lyrics didn’t give Kitt enough detail to dig into. A different Beatles song might have worked better, such as “Drive My Car”, whose lyrics (“Yes, I’m gonna be a star / And maybe I’ll love you”) would have fit her persona and whose melody, incidentally, bore a musical resemblance to “Monotonous”.

She might also have inhabited “In My Life” (“But of all these friends and lovers / There is no one compares with you”) the way she later took over “I’m Still Here”. She didn’t necessarily need a Sondheim-caliber combination of wit and grit, but to be at her best, Eartha Kitt needed sound and sense to carry equal weight. 

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The String Cheese Incident Ignite at the Fillmore » PopMatters

by jummy84 October 28, 2025
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It’s the first weekend of October in San Francisco, which some local music fans refer to as “the most wonderful time of year” thanks to the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. The annual three-day party in Golden Gate Park features free admission thanks to funding from late festival founder Warren Hellman, making it an ever-popular event that draws 50-60,000 people per day. Bluegrass is celebrated, but not strictly so—as the name suggests, the lineup always includes a mix of rock, blues, funk, alternative, and more. Thus, the String Cheese Incident are one of this year’s headliners, set to close out the Towers of Gold stage on Sunday afternoon, 5 October.

However, the main course for String Cheese fans took place on Saturday night, 4 October, at the Fillmore for one of the festival’s official “Outside the Park” shows, where a handful of festival artists also play headlining shows at clubs around town. The String Cheese Incident got 70 minutes at the festival, whereas they played two complete sets here at the Fillmore. The historic venue is sold out and packed, as this is an underplay for the group that first headlined the hallowed hall back in the spring of 1999. They quickly outgrew the Fillmore, moving on to larger shows at the Warfield Theater, the Berkeley Greek Theater, and even New Year’s Eve extravaganzas at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium.

Memorable moments that resonate through the decades include opening for Phil Lesh and Friends at the Greek in the summer of 1999, with mandolinist Michael Kang and keyboardist Kyle Hollingsworth then serving in Lesh’s band for a monumental set that opened with a smoking 30-minute jam on “Dancing in the Street”. There were also three nights at the Warfield in 2001 with Bob Weir sitting in for night three, and the Time Traveler’s Ball at the BGCA on 31 December 2002 for a three-set blowout that featured songs about time and space.

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The String Cheese Incident more recently returned to the Fillmore in 2019 for two shows that prefaced two more nights at Oakland’s Fox Theater, as well as a return to the Fox on 31 December 2023 to save New Year’s Eve tradition in the Bay Area with another scintillating three-set bonanza.

In blending their bluegrass origins in Colorado with a more expansive space rock sound and a socially conscious vibe as they outgrew clubs and moved up to larger venues across the nation, the String Cheese Incident became one of the leading Gen-X torchbearers for the psychedelic rock counterculture that was launched here in San Francisco in the 1960s. With great power comes great responsibility—to crush it at marquee venues, and to provide spiritual leadership in the music. The fans are thus hyped up for this rare return to the Fillmore.

The first set is a solid affair that takes on an uplifting vibe from the start with a “Shine” opener, bassist Keith Moseley’s feel good anthem “Joyful Sound”, and a hot take on the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band’s “Lonesome Fiddle Blues” (who played the festival on Friday.) The jam factor deepens with a tight and trippy exploration of Hollingsworth’s funky “Eye Know Why”, followed by a surprise bustout of the Allman Brothers Band’s “Revival” that elevates the vibe in a timely way. When guitarist Bill Nershi sings, “People, can you feel it? Love is everywhere, People, can you hear it? The song is in the air, We’re in a revolution, Don’t you know we’re right, Everyone is singing, There’ll be no one to fight,” it feels like a most welcome and zeitgeisty reminder about the power of music.

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The song’s message is as timely as ever, representing how the psychedelic rock counterculture is still standing up against the forces of old and evil that seek to drag America back into a gilded age of corruption instead of forward into a golden age of peace and harmony. It’s one of those classic songs that can instantly kick a dance party into a higher gear, and so it is here, as the Fillmore rocks out in that special, timeless way that spans the decades.

The Fillmore’s upstairs poster room provides a spot to take a load off during the set break, while also enabling fans to peruse the venue’s expansive history through the decades. Jamgrass staple “Black Clouds”, from their 1997 debut Born on the Wrong Planet, gets an energetic vibe going early in the second set, a barnburner tune that includes a psychedelic jam section. The improvisational possibilities are always wide open here, making the song a long-time fan favorite.

The String Cheese Incident throw in a dazzling change-up, though, when they pivot from the jam into the Grateful Dead’s “The Other One”. At first, it seems like just a tease, but then the auditorium ignites in another dimension as the band surges into the song, taking the audience on a wild ride through time and space with one of the seminal psychedelic rock songs of the 1960s. 

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The audience is singing along and cheering with exuberant approval as the band invoke the electrifying power of Bob Weir’s classic song about the psychedelic experience. It feels like a special treat for the Fillmore, and it’s soon paired with another fitting treat as the String Cheese Incident moves into “It Is What It Is”, a song Michael Kang co-wrote in the early years of the 21st century with Bob Weir’s lyricist John Perry Barlow.

That was a high honor, especially given that some of the music was credited to late GD keyboardist Brent Mydland. The song features a soaring melodic jam, with Kang shredding melty-hot leads, while drummer Michael Travis and percussionist Jason Hann power a massive groove. It’s become one of the top String Cheese jam vehicles, and this performance is a keeper that lights up the Fillmore dance floor yet again.

Just when it seems the energy level can’t go any higher, the String Cheese Incident put the pedal to the metal as they pivot into “Valley of the Jig”. The song from 2003’s Untying the Not blends ancient melodies with a futuristic trance-dance groove to create another top-shelf jam vehicle, a fan favorite. The Fillmore continues to get down in a sequence that has to rank as one of the peak moments of the 2025 concert year, as the energy level throughout the first hour of the second set has been off the charts.

It’s all gravy from there as the band jam out on Hollingsworth’s upbeat rocker “The Big Reveal”, with Nershi throwing in a tease of the Doors‘ “Riders on the Storm” during the spacey jam. “Colorado Bluebird Sky” pays homage to the group’s home state, followed by a fun encore of Talking Heads‘ “This Must Be the Place” to keep the good vibes flowing into the evening. Yet another set awaits, however, on Sunday afternoon at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival.

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Sunday, 5 October – Golden Gate Park 

It’s been a gorgeous, warm, sunny weekend in San Francisco, as it typically is this time of year, leading to a festive vibe in the park for the free festival with an inclusive BYOB policy that makes for a great “Sunday Funday” atmosphere. The String Cheese Incident are preceded by Chuck Prophet & His Cumbia Shoes, plus Jimmie Dale Gilmore & the West Texas Exiles at the Towers of Gold Stage with a Golden Gate Bridge backdrop banner. Gilmore and his band throw down a vibrant set of bluesy roots music, including the classic “My Mind’s Got a Mind of Its Own”. The adjacent Swan Stage hosts Peter Rowan and the Sam Grisman Project at 4:00pm, making an excellent warm-up for String Cheese with tunes like “Midnight Moonlight”.

“These guys have carved their own way for over three decades, and we are thrilled to welcome them back to Golden Gate Park, give it up for the String Cheese Incident,” says the stage MC, hailing the group’s diverse sonic palette and longevity. 

It’s a fabulous vibe when the String Cheese Incident open with the melodic mid-tempo “Sweet Spot”, as this balmy, breezy field in the park is indeed a sweet spot to be on a day like this. It’s presumable to think the set will be a bit more laid back than the psychedelic rager of the preceding night at the Fillmore, but the band take advantage of the opportunity to bring on some special guests. A shining moment occurs when Peter Rowan and Tim O’Brien team with AJ Lee and Jan Purat to join String Cheese for Bill Monroe’s “I’m Blue, I’m Lonesome”. It’s a treat to hear one of Jerry Garcia’s favorites here in the park, especially with collaborator Peter Rowan in the mix. 

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The String Cheese Incident double down on the team up with Rowan as he stays on for “Sweet Melinda”, a song of his that’s been a long-time staple in the String Cheese repertoire. The dynamic tune features a rocking chord progression and a tight, little jam that also teases “Turn on Your Lovelight” for another peak moment. Then O’Brien stays on for “Land’s End”, a song he wrote that’s also been a staple Cheese song for years.

It’s another gem of a performance, followed by an upbeat combo of “Restless Wind” and “Just One Story” to enhance the festive vibe. When they close the set with the fierce trance dance-oriented “Hi Ho No Show”, it feels a bit like a reprise of the peak energy level from Saturday night’s “Valley of the Jig”. 

With a Saturday night barnburner “Outside the Park” at the Fillmore and a Sunday Funday fiesta in the park, it feels like it’s been a peak String Cheese Incident experience that could only occur in San Francisco.

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