Most of the tracks on Inspiration Information have a similar sense of coming from some kind of weird future-past. While they do have a '70s feel to them, they're at times more similar to the ironic nostalgia-driven bricolage of Beck than to most pop music from Otis' peers.
His use of the newborn drum machine technology only adds to that sense. "Aht Uh Mi Hed" (pronounced "outta my head"), an ethereal boogie-ballad, is driven by a series of strange clip-clop beats backed by strings, organs and real drums. The result sounds like something out of a 21st-century "Superfly" remake. Other tracks like "XL-30," "Ice Cold Daydream" and "Pling!" sound futuristic even today, with their use of minimal drum box beats, warm organ sounds and synthesizers.
But Inspiration Information isn't so spaced out that it's not accessible. In fact, the sunny pop jewel "Strawberry Letter 23" topped the charts when the Brothers Johnson covered it in the summer of 1977. An infectious melody, organ, chimes and a dance-friendly beat drive the song to a psychedelic crescendo. Why the song had to wait for the Brothers Johnson's cover for commercial success is a mystery to this reviewer.
Really, that same question kept popping up throughout every listen. Why is Shuggie Otis not a superstar? It seems the only people aware of Inspiration Information were other musicians.
Otis' experiments with new technologies and melding of various genres and influences are fascinating, like looking at a fossil in the evolutionary development of pop music. He's not quite the missing link but definitely is some kind of wonderful anomaly in the R&B family tree.
After Inspiration Information bombed and Elektra dropped him, Otis returned to the studio once. His tale of unappreciated genius is more than a little similar to that of a certain Dutch painter with one ear. But Otis is still alive, and as far as I know has both ears. I hope he can finally hear all the praises he so truly deserves.
Brian Bedsworth
Old 97s
Satellite Rides
3 1/2 Stars
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Now that the alt-country revival is on its second decade, Satellite Rides finds the Dallas-based Old 97s shifting towards the pop-rock end of the genre's spectrum.
Although Wilco released its first album, Old 97s hasn't achieved anything approaching the latter's recognition.
The band debuted in 1995, the same year the much-acclaimed Wilco released its first album, Old 97s hasn't achieved anything approaching the latter's recognition.
Wilco has moved ever closer to pure pop, while Old 97s has retained a definite country edge with that certain sound lent doses of slide guitar and lap steel.
And Satellite Rides is heavy on Americana, from songs inspired by J.D. Salinger's "Catcher in the Rye" ("Rollerskate Skinny") to odes to dying Southern towns ("Buick City Complex").
But several tracks venture distinctly into pop-punk territory, with pounding guitars and vigorous sing-along choruses like that of "Book of Poems." Others, like "Weightless," are more simply pop.
Satellite Rides lacks the heavy-handed production of 1999's Fight Songs, which results in a less rich sound that may be more to the liking of purists.
In fact, the most pared-down track is the album's gem: the acoustic "Question," a plaintive marriage proposal vignette.
Singer/songwriter Rhett Miller, however, is not a happy-go-lucky guy. Don't let the celebratory tone of the album's opener, "King of the World," fool you; he's obsessed with love gone wrong.
He puts his disaffection to good use, however, crafting it into well-turned phrases like "I left you last night on the left half/Of the bed that used to be mine/The way that you sleep is the image I'll keep/Always on the edge of my mind."
Miller's imperfect voice phrases his lyrics in a slightly off way that is part endearing, part grating, and it's a big part of what characterizes the quartet's sound.
Fight Songs offered more energy and stronger, if slicker, tracks. But Satellite Rides is still an enjoyable piece of work, full of power pop songs with a twang -- songs that could work on top 40 or country stations, if either were a little bit more hip.
Ashley Atkinson
Daft Punk
Discovery
4 Stars
Hell yeah! Parisian techno group Daft Punk is back in the limelight with its first release in four years -- Discovery, an electronically driven mix of 1970s rock and exceptionally groove-worthy Euro-pop.
Discovery kicks off with the happy-go-lucky celebration of dance clubs around the world "One More Time." Featuring vocals by Discovery co-producer Romanthony, "One More Time" evokes memories of funky white boy John Travolta and his tight white bell-bottoms from "Saturday Night Fever." Get down with your bad self.
On "Digital Love," Daft Punk breaks out the psychedelic sounds of Peter Frampton, melding them with a hard dance beat and samples from George Duke's "I Love You More." Along with the instrumentals "Aerodynamic" and "Voyager," expect "Digital Love" to be on DJs' turntables in the very near future.
Daft Punk slows things down on "Something About Us" a sensual, soon-to-be-heard-in-the-background-of-your favorite-porn-flick-tune and the soothing, heartbeat-paced "Nightvision."
But don't let these brief moments to rest fool you -- there's plenty more to excite the mighty listener's eardrums.
"Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" features digitally orchestrated vocals (trust me, it ain't nothing like Cher) layered over spunky keyboards and bass. You'll have to make it through 96 cymbal crashes in the first two minutes, however, to get to the good stuff. Bummer.
The only true bomb on the album is "Verdis Quo." A nearly six minute long form of torture, "Verdis Quo" has only four really annoying notes in the main harmony which is repeated at least a million times. Skip this track or use it drive your roommate crazy, I don't care which.
Putting its lyrical skill to work, Daft Punk wraps up Discovery with the song to mend all relationships, "Face to Face," and the Motown-based "Too Long." Todd Edwards, another Discovery co-producer and remix engineer of Tuff Jam's 1998 album Need Good Love, takes up the vocals on "Face to Face," singing "I realized you weren't wrong/It was a mere illusion."
But Discovery is no illusion. So commend the French for producing something worthwhile and head to your local record store tout de suite.
Sarah Kucharski