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Originally posted by vilainde

a twangy take on old Irish fave "Dirty Old Town," a duet with Marty Brown.

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Originally posted by Ten Percenter
The truth probably lies somewhere in between.

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Originally posted by Carl

http://www.musicomh.com/albums5/frank-black-2_0606.htm

Frank Black - Fast Man Raider Man (Cooking Vinyl)
[font=Verdana]UK release date: 19 June 2006


refreshingly devoid of the occasional filler
that crops up now and then throughout the Frank
Black back catalogue.

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Originally posted by Carl

http://www.musicomh.com/albums5/frank-black-2_0606.htm

Frank Black - Fast Man Raider Man (Cooking Vinyl)
UK release date: 19 June 2006


Like the Grinch who stole Christmas only to give
it all back again, Frank Black is no longer the
snarling, Biblical banshee that screamed of Uriah
hitting the crapper. Thought Honeycomb was a
fluke? Think again - this is Charles Thompson on
a moonlit veranda, not a beer-soaked stage.

That, however, is not necessarily a criticism in itself.
Last year's Honeycomb LP might have had Pixies
fanatics scratching their heads as to what ever
happened to Black Francis, but it was consistently
good; refreshingly devoid of the occasional filler
that crops up now and then throughout the Frank
Black back catalogue.

Like last year's country opus, Fast Man Raider Man
sees Charles take to the studio with all manner of
country illuminaries. This time, it seems, his awe
has melted into comfort, as bold tracks announce
themselves with toe-tapping regularity across the
two discs: from the curious verse / resolute chorus
of If Your Poison Gets You to Fare Thee Well's
Chuck Berry-ish cheerful jaunt, this is Honeycomb
with a nutty filling.

In the course of 27 tracks there are notable
highlights, of course: You Can't Crucify Yourself
bears witness to Frank's return to lyrical form ("You
can't crucify yourself, no, that takes two / Maybe
you could use some help, and if you do - just say
you do"); Dirty Old Town features a whisky-
flavoured duet with Johnny Cash soundalike Marty
Brown; Dog Sleep resurrects the melancholy of
2001's Show Me Your Tears with a distinctly
baudeville twist.

The second disc, in fact, commences with In The
Time Of My Ruin, the driving, layered progression of
which will have you wondering when you last had
your attention so forcefully grasped by a Frank
Black track. His voice resonates to its loudest levels
for years (Pixies reformation excluded),
announcing that, yes, this is a double album, but
you're going to bloody well sit there and enjoy it.

And it's an assertion that - to a certain extent, at
least - rings true. The overall impression of disc
two, indeed, is that the percussion brushes
previously prominent were bumped in favour of
honest-to-goodness drumsticks; the pianos not so
much caressed as jabbed; the guitars not so much
weeping as talking loudly. Highway To Lowdown,
for instance, sounds like a refined reassertion of a
Catholics number; Elijah saunters confidently into
rock territory, complete with foot-to-the-floor guitar
solos and a wall-shaking chorus; Kiss My Ring is as
riotous as country gets.

Thereafter, unfortunately, the country-tinted tracks
begin to merge into one another, proving that, yes,
you can have too much of a good thing. To be fair,
the second half of disc two is probably as strong as
the rest of Fast Man Raider Man, the problem being
that twenty-odd tracks have already seeped from
the speakers, and none of the final handful seem
to have the spark that cropped up earlier on (Fare
Thee Well excepted).

So while it's hard to criticise Frank for having
improved upon his last, well-recieved solo effort -
and fair to compliment a good job well done - there
must be a reason why good only becomes great
from time to time: at 27 tracks, Fast Man Raider
Man is simply too long, and, as such, a dilution. A
four star album in a three star guise, perhaps
Charles is becoming indulgent after all these
years...

- David Welsh

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Originally posted by cassandra is

ça me tue les petits jeunes qui veulent jouer aux apprentis critiques et qui sont même pas fichus de pondre une review sans fautes d'orthographe... en plus c'est super mal écrit, blaireaux de bordelais!

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pas de bras pas de chocolat

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Originally posted by vilainde

ah tiens Teafer t'es français?


Denis

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Fast Man, Raider Man déroule ainsi 27 titres, toujours épaulé de l’ex-Pere Ubu Eric Drew Feldman.

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Originally posted by Teafer
et c'est vrai que fmrm aurait gagné à la concision (les chansons sont un peu trop longues à chaque fois...), pourtant je trouve l'album SPECTACULAIRE.

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