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Christopher Cash - Hollywood Mirage |
You just don`t hear records like this in 2005. 1978, maybe. But not now. And that is not a negative statement in the least bit. Christopher Cash visits territory of a New York City songwriter style that reminds us mostly of Warren Zevon, but also Joe Jackson, Billy Joel and Elvis Costello. Produced with flair by Not Lame fave, Joe Ongie, it`s a perfect match as Ongie`s music relies on careful orchestrations, busy(in a good way) arrangements and clean melodies tying it all together. Cash has a vocal style like a clean-cut Elvis Costello (no angry young man here...Also, he`s been around music for a long time now so he knows how to hone his influences and make them his own). Keyboards are what holds the fort down and it`s a refreshing change with so much guitar driven music that we get here. So "Hollywood Mirage" is going to move you. His harmonies ring along with his ivory-infused keys, which stick some poptastic melodies out of old records we used to spin and talked about at the beginning of this review. What we`re trying to say? It`s marvellous, basically. Very Highly Recommended!
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| Reviewer: Alan Z | | Singer/Guitarist/Songwriter Christopher Cash has cut loose 15 songs for his debut solo CD ranging from cranking rockers about the perils of being a cabby to quiet ballads about the perils of personal relationships. Production values are first-rate; he teamed up with Joe Ongie, Orange County, CA musican/artist extraordinaire (and a Not Lame artist as well) and also brought in a group of great players from the OC music scene. Standout tracks include Flicker of Light, Hollywood Mirage, Taxi Driver, Perilous World and Brace for Collision. A fun CD for those who appreciate early 80's LA skinny-tie power pop and Zevon-like cynicism and semi-self-deprecation mixed up with a little Beatles jangle and a dash of Stan Ridgeway sardonic wit. |
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