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Reviews of new releases from Habib Koité,
Echo and the Bunnymen, and Corrina Repp.

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Corrina
Repp
The
Other Side is Mud
(Hush)
Of related
interest: The State Flowers, Will Oldham, Beth Orton's
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Portland songstress Corrina Repp titled her last release A
Boat Called Hope; now, she's on to The Other Side is
Mud. Though she hasn't traded in optimism for absolute
darkness, there is a distinct shift toward the bleak, as Mud's
seven songs detail the age-old theme of relationships ending.
To this well-worn ground, Repp brings her own knack, marrying
subtle contradictions in purely natural ways. In fact, the
salient quality of Repp's work is her shy confidence. On many
of the songs, the narrator is in a lonely place but ultimately
finds solace within, seeing she is stronger than the failed
love. "We found out you didn't need me, and I didn't need
you/It was just too perfect to trust," she asserts in "April
Fool." Repp's deep, textured voice rings with honesty as she
stretches her style to find fresh nuance and emotion. Organs
and harmonicas join the soft acoustic guitars, and Repp has
traded some of the folk elements for a quiet country sound.
With this assured effort, Repp proves herself an artist who
has only just begun to explore life's varied, rugged shores.
Jamie S. Rich
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Echo
and the Bunnymen
What Are
You Going to Do with Your Life?
(WEA/Sire)
Of related
interest: Ian McCulloch's solo work, Will Sergeant,
Balcony Dogs
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With What Are You Going to Do with Your Life? Echo
and the Bunnymen prove that the sum of a 20-year career, breakups,
death, drug habits and memorable arrogance can be more than
just another episode of Behind the Music. Instead of
resting on their solid musical laurels, the Bunnymen unveil
a brief, evocative record fit to delight the faithful and
dismay the critics. Waltzing between wistful resignation and
arms-wide-open optimism, vocalist and mastermind Ian McCulloch
answers the provocative question posed in the title track
with an uncompromising "I'm gonna be me." He keeps his word,
pouring his soul into pensive, imagistic lyrics and resting
the whole package on the strength of his remarkable voice.
Whether backed by lively brass or a lone piano, McCulloch's
low, mellow voice is the aural equivalent of a good brandy,
slightly warmed by a roaring fire. In fact, What Are You
Going to Do...? would go well with a drink and possibly
a pack of cheap cigarettes. This is an album to love, to hum
to yourself in the dark--the perfect soundtrack for staring
at the ceiling and trying to figure out what it all means.
Cila Warncke
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Habib
Koité & Bamada
Muso Ko
(Alula
Records)
Of
related interest: Ali Farka Touré, Mama Sissoko,
Alpha Yaya Diallo
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With its dazzling variety of musical styles and traditions,
West Africa has rightfully become one of the biggest contributors
to that curious category known as "world music." Mali, in
particular, has given much to the West, including best-known
import Ali Farka Touré and the extraordinarily talented
Habib Koité. Fans will undoubtedly be pleased by Putumayo's
recent release of Koité's second album, Ma Ya,
but they will surely be even more grateful to the small North
Carolina label Alula for putting out Muso Ko, his first.
Muso Ko clearly exemplifies the skills of Koité,
whose classical training pushed him to eschew traditional
African thumb-and-forefinger picking and use every finger
of his right hand. While this innovation adds texture to his
songs, Koité remains firmly bound to the profound history
of Malian music. Along with his band, Bamada ("Mouth of the
Crocodile"), he combines drums and bass with balafon, djembe
and other West African instruments to produce songs dealing
with subjects such as prostitution, the need to preserve a
cohesive national identity and the dangers of cigarettes.
These topical, compelling songs are a powerful reminder that
an African artist can sell to the West without selling out.
Jonathan Morrow
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published August 11,
1999
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