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The Sadies
Favourite Colours
Yep Roc Records Yep 2068
By Marianne Ebertowski

The Good Brothers, Dallas and Travis, from Toronto and their buddies Mike Belitsky (drums) and Sean Dean (bass) know the history of popular music like the best of us and their favorite colors ("favourite colours" as they proudly spell in Canadian English) are; sixties country rock, surf music, spaghetti western soundtracks and psychedelia. On their fifth album they go for a sound that wavers somewhere between the Byrds, the Ventures and Ennio Morricone, which is not really surprising after all these years. The real surprise lies in the astonishing craftsmanship of their songwriting, the subtlety of their harmonies and the "blind understanding" between the two guitar playing brothers. That's the thing, the songs don't seem to materialize out of a thick instrumental fog and disappear back into it almost unnoticed like on earlier albums. Instead they grow out of an instrumental landscape, turn into something beautiful and stay there to be remembered. The Sadies are getting somewhere!

The album was recorded at Wavelab in Tucson, The Woodshed in Toronto and Greg Keelor's (Blue Rodeo) Canadian farm. The quartet invited a few friends along to play, among whom include Richmond Fontaine's Paul Brainard, Calexico's Joe Burns, the Good boys' parents, Bruce and Margaret, and the charmingly eccentric English cult star Robyn Hitchcock.

On the cover, the Sadies stare into the lens like a bunch of gloomy raincoat mafia types, but that should not fool the listener. What they deliver is a very colorful product. The opening instrumental "Northumberland West" is a sparkling tribute to the late Byrds guitarist Clarence White. The Byrds twangy influence shows even more in the next song "Translucent Sparrow," an eerie ditty with pedal steel and trumpet contributed by Paul Brainard, a frenzied guitar solo and almost military, berserk drumming

In the apocalyptic "Thousand Cities Falling (Part 1)," the tale of a nation "led into the war to end all wars," Brainard's sobbing pedal steel provides a creepy and disturbing sound track. The atmosphere lightens up in "Song of the Chief Musician (Part 2)," a mysterious song with chiming guitars and beautiful harmonies, then returns to gloom and heat in "The Curdled Journey," a dust sucking cinematic spaghetti western desert rocker with a main part for Joe Burns on cello.

Songs with gorgeous close harmonies and ringing, intertwining guitars ("Why be so Curious? (Part 3)," "A Good Flying Day," "As Much as Such") are followed by instrumentals among which the glacial, fragile and ominously titled "The Iceberg" and the cheerful Byrds-meet-Ventures rodeo surf rocker "Only You and Your Eyes" impress most. Unfortunately, the album wears out a bit at the end. "A Burning Snowman," a tedious, slow piece of surf rock, is arguably the weakest track on the album, even though mom Good sings on it and dad Good provides autoharp and voice.

"Coming back," a cowpunkish song doesn't really take off either. Unfortunately, that is also true for the closer of the album, "Why Would Anybody Live Here?" Hitchcock's sterile singing has never rocked the world, not even England, and the lyrics are just too precious to have any street credibility.

Memory fades, instinct takes over.
And when instinct goes, you use force. . . .
Why would anybody with integrity exist in a place like this?

I don't know about you, but the question I stay with is, "why would anybody record a song like this?!" Still, what makes Favourite Colours my favo (u)rite Sadies album is their remarkable mastery of creating songs so beautiful and colorful you want to keep them in your mind at least for the rest of the day. I don't know about tomorrow, but, then again, nobody does.

www.thesadies.net
wwwyeproc.com

Contact Marianne Ebertowski at ebertowski-at-rockzilla.net

 

  
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