News: Bobby Farrell of Boney M. Passes Away at 61

This is really sad. Boney M.’s Bobby Farrell died today in Russia while on tour. The cause of his death is still not known. Maybe Boney M. are not such a huge deal in the States as they are in Europe, but the German band spawned oh so many hits and classy disco, including “Rivers of Babylon,” “Daddy Cool,” “Brown Girl in the Ring, “Rasputin,” “Ma Baker,” “Goodbye My Friend,” and my favorite, “He Was a Steppenwolf“. Calypso/Disco cries tonight.


Bobby Farrell

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CD Review: K.Flay

I saw San Francisco’s K.Flay perform live in Seattle in October and I was totally attracted to her words, beats and performance. K.Flay (otherwise known as Stanford graduate Kristine Flaherty) is a radiant artist whose words and music hooked me right in. She’s released one EP with five songs each as delectable as the next. Leading off with “No Duh,” K.Flay rapid fires with making every boy’s package happy call me Almond Joy/ sharp shooter aim impeccable, roll with Dewey decimal/ the dopest animal from here to Senegal/ flow so menstrual I need a tampon on the track and ends with tell me that I’m fresh I’m like no duh. “Messin with My Head” starts off with the chorus fuck you and everything you said it was all lies, messin with my head. Yes, that’s the chorus, and it’s catchy and great. The song displays a broken heart (Is it the way you touched my shoulder blades/ how you just seemed to fill in all the blanks/ when I pushed you pulled, you always made me feel so beautiful). “So Fast, So Maybe” speeds things up again with a perfect pace. K.Flay’s elocution and rhythm are right on: if you like S&M go choke a bitch. “Anywhere But Here” shows again K.Flay’s lyrical and musical chops: I don’t see nothing wrong with feeling like I don’t belong/ anywhere but here/ I can’t find nothing right with feeling like I won’t survive/ so make this disappear/ and let me just fly, high, high away. She’s also got a lilting and sensitive voice when she sings the chorus. The last track, “Acetaminophen,” just might be the best. It twists K.Flay’s voice at times and its lyrics slap the music (got drugs in my purse and stars in my eyes . . . you only like me when you’re drunk/all us girls we look the same). San Francisco is so lucky.

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K.Flay – EP

CD Review: Or, The Whale by Or, The Whale

If popularity in the music industry was actually based on the quality of music, San Francisco’s Or, The Whale would be infiltrating everyone’s iPod and conquering the FM radio waves. Unfortunately that’s not the way the industry works. The assembled by way of Craigslist seven piece, Americana ensemble builds on the promise of their debut album with their self-titled sophomore effort. The vocal contributions from all seven members add infinite depth to their full, warm sound. The vocal harmonies, especially between Matt Sartain and Lindsay Garfield are arresting. They grab and don’t let go.

They combine the best elements of Laurel Canyon and Haight-Ashbury folk rock with traditional country elements and endless melody on the opener, “No Love Blues,” and album highlight “Black Rabbit.” On many songs the music is slightly brighter than the lyrical content.  On “Rusty Gold” guitarist/vocalist Sartain laments “My dog died and it broke my heart, letting go is the hardest part.” The vocal harmonies and music pick up as the lyrics continue to philosophize about life and death. They turn hopeful, dismal then hopeful again. What a musical and lyrical ride.

The only disappointing thing about this album is just that. It’s an album. As good as they sound on the album they sound better live. I recommend catching one of their shows if you can. It’s always worth the price of admission. They do play Seattle often.

Review by Chris Senn
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Or, the Whale (Seany Records)