Published on Nov 4, 1997
Usually, when I throw a CD into the player from a group that
I’ve never heard from before, it’s the result of some enterprising
person at a record company trying to push a band into the media
spotlight. The results are kind of like playing Russian Roulette –
sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s messy.
In the case of today’s review, my contact at 4AD isn’t to blame,
it’s me. After surfing their site, I wrote to him and said, “Hey,
Tarnation sounds like they’d be a cool band to review. Mind sending
me a copy of their disc?”
And I blame myself for liking their sophomore effort,
Mirador, to the point of calling it one of the better
releases I’ve blasted in the Pierce Archives (Dave Wannstedt, go to
hell – and take the Bears with you) in a long time.
Led by multi-instrumentalist / vocalist Paula Frazer, Tarnation
reminds me a lot of a slightly harder-edged Cowboy Junkies. Someone
who picked up this disc expecting to hear the ambient noise long
associated with bands on the 4AD label will be in for one hell of a
shock. Folk? Country-western? How
dare
they?
Yes, how dare they indeed – Tarnation dares to blend these with
a touch of alternative thrown in to create a genre all its own. And
while it may take a listen or two to grow accustomed to, it’s
definitely worth the effort.
Frazer’s vocals go from a deadpan delivery to higher-octave
wailing (without the Paula Cole-like hystrionics) flawlessly. In
fact, I found myself occasionally hypnotized by the laid-back,
almost deadpan delivery at times. It’s not that Frazer is bored;
it’s just that she knows how to get her point across without
blowing out your eardrums while shouting it out.
Numbers like “Christine,” “A Place Where I Know” and “An Awful
Shade Of Blue” push the envelope of alternative music in a
powerfully unique way. And the power , surprisingly enough, lies in
the subduedness of the musical performances, a lesson learned well
from bands like Cowboy Junkies. It sometimes is hard giving credit
where credit is due (was that Frazer, Jamie Morgan, or Alex Oropeza
responsible for that guitar work?), but maybe the multi-instrument
talents of many of the band members is what makes Tarnation
special. (I could name everyone, but you don’t need me to re-write
the liner notes.)
Tarnation isn’t afraid to get a little ballsy on
Mirdaor either. The best song on the disc, “Little Black
Egg,” is as solid of a rock number as the others are of their own
self-created genre, complete with a guitar riff that could have
come straight from the Gin Blossoms. Similarly, “There’s Someone”
has the courage to crank up the volume on Yuma Joe Byrnes’s drums
and pound out a solid rocker.
Of course, no album this daring would be complete without the
uncredited bonus track – damn shame I don’t know what its title is,
because it was a decent effort – though I could have lived without
the bizarre accordion “solo” about thirty seconds after the end of
the song.
So what is the biggest challenge facing Tarnation? It’s not
songwriting – they seem to have that down pretty good. And it’s not
performance – I can’t wait to get the chance to see them live. No,
it’s their audience – namely, trying to convince listeners so
deeply rooted in their own favorite musical styles to try something
new. Then again, Mrs. Pierce, an avid country music hater, actually
didn’t demand that I turn
Mirador off when I was listening to it. (If
that’s not an endorsement, I don’t know what is.)
Mirador is a pleasant but challenging listen, and is one
that I’m glad I gave a chance to. Take the plunge; dare to listen
to something that’s not
prepackaged-grunge-glam-soul-gangsta-hiphop-just-like-everybody-else
shit. You’ll soon discover that originality can be quite
refreshing.