By: William Bert |
Wednesday February 23, 2005 |
Genreindie-rock PublisherPalm Pictures External Links |
Thanks to the myriad options available to listeners to discover
new music and the brutal homogenization of its playlists, radio is less a
taste-maker than it once was. Los Angeles public radio station KCRW is
something of a preserve in a radio spectrum clear-cut by corporate
acquisition, partly because of its alternative and indie-rock show "Morning
Becomes Eclectic." Sounds Eclectic 3 is the third collection of the
live in-studio performances "Morning Becomes Eclectic" specializes in.
Live records are in some sense a sleight of hand because listening
to them is, by definition, not experiencing the artist live with the
intimacy and immediacy that sharing a space provides, yet neither is it
hearing a studio recording engineered and produced for private listening.
Where's the attraction, then? Perhaps it's in things like spontaneity,
virtuosity, the narrative of a set's progression, an insight into the
personas of the artists, the reaction of the audience: a taste of being
there, being part of something. But then what of the in-studio live
broadcast? Can such a small-scale audience-less performance be
revelatory, or even interesting?
"None of the songs included on this compilation have been
re-recorded, remixed, or overdubbed," the Sounds Eclectic 3 liner
notes declare. It may be surprising, then, how similar many of the tracks
sound to their album versions. The Polyphonic Spree's
everything-but-the-kitchen-sink choral smorgasbord "It's The Sun" differs
only in the addition of a few yelps. While Wayne Coyne of the Flaming
Lips avoids echoing the album version by stripping "Yoshimi Battles The Pink
Robots, Pt. 1" to its bare bones, singing accompanied only by piano and
sparse backing vocals, the couple of artists who follow him don't have
that option. Damien Rice's "The Blower's Daughter" retains the troubadour
acoustic guitar + vocals template of the album version and widens the
dynamic range to just short of histrionic. Following it is "Flying High"
by Jem, on which only guitar string scrapings demonstrate that it's live,
and then Paul Weller's bouncy "Amongst Butterflies".
Radiohead perform "Go To Sleep" without a drummer or bassist but
with electric guitar, a wise choice since the song's essence lies as much
in Johnny's scrappy noises as in Thom's voice. With Kinky's "Mirando de
Lado" it's back to sounds-like-the-album territory, which in this case is
a welcome return for the orchestral stabs and synth swipes of the most
danceable number on the disc. Interpol intercede with a carbon copy of
"Untitled," the first track from Turn On The Bright Lights, and then
Franz Ferdinand wrap things up with the plugged-in portion of the compilation
with their hit "Take Me Out." Alone among tracks on this compilation, it comes
across as more than the album version rather than less by chugging along at a
more energetic tempo and presenting a harder take on the hits that form the
bridge.
Sarah McLachlan, accompanied only by herself on piano, sings
"Answer" with the second strongest voice on the album, topped only by
Steve Earle's closer "Jerusalem," which blasts harmonica and provides an
upbeat ending after McLachlan's downtempo offering and the lip-smack and
string-scrape showcase that is Iron & Wine's precious cover of "Waitin'
For A Superman" by The Flaming Lips.
If none of the performances on Sounds Eclectic 3 sound
phoned-in, neither do they reveal anything more of themselves or their
performers beyond what is available on their studio offerings. Even if
you're a "Morning Becomes Eclectic" loyal listener, this won't necessarily be
the disc for you because nothing of the show appears on it. Each track
exists in a void; there is no banter or chit-chat with Nic Harcourt, the
show's host. In such a context, listened to on the radio in the car or at
work, the performances could at least serve as a reward for listeners, but
lined up on a disc they don't offer much. Sounds Eclectic 3 serves
more as a record of something that took place than as a glimpse into the
event itself.