Halloween, Alaska - Too Tall To Hide - ESD81772

Halloween, Alaska had a bit of a breakthrough earlier this year when they re-released their eponymous album, no doubt helped along by one of the tracks being used in The OC. This is much more varied, with even a hint of jazz, which shouldn't be a surprise as one band member doubles up as a jazz drummer. Overall, it has the same dreamy feel but with more change of tone and pace - you're less likely to drop off listening to this and more likely to remember individual tracks. I particularly liked I Can't Live Without My Radio, which captures that dislocated feeling you get when you're walking down a street to the rythym in your ears which no one else can hear, and Forever, which uses the sea and the beach as a metaphor for a relationship and warns that unrequited love has fifteen rows of teeth and will drag you under. Still not sure how to label this band so let's just try "good."

Grasella Oliphant – The Grass Roots/The Grass is Greener – Collectables 7657

Grasella Oliphant is obscure. He worked as Gloria Lynne’s drummer for years, then was with the Turrentine/Scott band. In the mid-1960s, he ran his own band and made these two albums.

The first, from January 1965, is a very good, very relaxed affair, with the unusual instrumentation of tenor sax, vibes, bass and drums; Bobby Hutcherson on vibes, Harold Ousley on sax. Ousley is on both albums. After Horace Silver, Ousley is the most important composer of Soul Jazz standard material, most of which was not recorded by him (since he had only made five albums up to 2000).

The second, from March 1966, features John Patton and Grant Green, as well as Clark Terry. The standout tracks are The Yodel and Soul Woman, both written by and recorded by Patton and Green a month later on Blue Note. The Yodel, in addition to burning solos from the composers, has a magnificently preaching, screaming, solo from Terry, who hardly ever played this type of material. Overall, this is a brilliant album, with Yodel being one of the great performances of all time - AM.

Neil Young - Prairie Wind - Reprise 49596-2

This follows neatly from Harvest and Harvest Moon, rather than anything more raucous, and is equally atmospheric and poignant. I started thinking that some of the songs were slightly maudlin but decided that, in the circumstances, with Young having brain surgery and the death of his father, it was understandable and was more of reaction to his voice than anything else; it does sound frail on some of the songs, from age or emotion perhaps.

But there are some epic songs, like No Wonder, taking us all the way from the prairies to Capitol Hill, as well as the more personal ones, like the title track and This Old Guitar. There's one about Elvis, He Was The King, which is rocky and several songs get a brass accompaniment which really beefs things up. Initially, it seemed good but a bit over-familiar. After several listens, the depth and the difference are coming through.

Akira Tana - Secret Agent Men - Sons of Sound SSPCD012

In the early 1990s, Lonnie Smith started recording for Japanese labels, initially by being the centrepiece of bands put together in the studio and given a session name, rather than Lonnie’s. This was the second, recorded in August 1992, and originally issued by Paddlewheel under the name and title of Secret Agent Men. It’s now been reissued in America under the name of Akira Tana, the well-known Californian drummer.

I adore this album. As the title suggests, it’s made up of songs, mostly film & TV themes, about spies; the exception being In The Heat Of The Night. Mission Impossible, The Guardsman, It’s Probably Me, Charade, From Russia With Love plus the totally unexpected theme from the Alfred Hitchcock TV series. The CD ends with a suite of five originals called Fictitious Soundtracks from ‘Tough Guy’, one by each of the band. And they do all sound like exciting soundtrack material.

Bob Kenmotsu, another Californian, is on tenor; Rodney Jones on guitar; and Rufus Reid is on bass - AM

Bob Dylan - No Direction Home: The Soundtrack - Col 520358 2

I don’t buy old stuff as a rule, partly because I’ve got quite a lot already, but also because there’s so much around that’s fresh and new, but I was persuaded by a big Dylan fan to get this and I’m very glad I did. It’s two cds of mostly previously unreleased takes and live versions covering both acoustic and electric periods, from 1959 through to 1966 and the infamous accusation of “Judas” at Manchester’s Free Trade Hall. Of course, it’s also the soundtrack to Martin Scorsese’s film.

I’ve been spellbound. It’s reminded me of the extent to which that voice and the songs he wrote in that period influenced those who were growing up, not just during those six years, but for many years after. It’s reminded me of how great a musician he was, and of the power of his lyrics. There’s a simple version of She Belongs to Me on the electric cd and it still comes across as a sharp a dissection of character as you’re likely to hear. When I heard Tombstone Blues and the line addressed to the commander in chief “the sun isn’t yellow, it’s chicken” I thought immediately of the Bush Administration. It’s staggering how contemporary some of the songs seem. If you didn't like them the first time around, then you won't like them now, but if you did, don't be afraid of looking back.

Sparklehorse - It's A Wonderful Life - B00005IA02

Oddly enough, on a wet, dreary day wandering around Swansea University campus, Sparklehorse’s third album (and personal favourite) seems optimistic, even happy. Slight contradiction really, as Mark Linkous has been repeatedly hailed as the best writer of moving, slow, and quiet, sad simple songs around. Also taking into account his random weird lyrics (I.e. “I’m the dog that ate your birthday cake”, from this album’s title track) and interesting song titles of course.

With the promise of a new album being written, and also the promise of it not coming any time soon, it’s good to sink into reliable classics like ‘Sea Of Teeth’ and ‘Good Day’, which go about their simple brilliance with hushed vocals, accompanied by even quieter strings and pianos. PJ Harvey adding her vocals to ‘Apple Bed’ and ‘Piano Fire’ amongst others is a great touch too. And ‘King Of Nails’ still gets my vote for best possible single with it’s whammy bar solo.

Considering its been 4 years since ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’ was released, it’s a nice pleasure to work through Linkous’ work and find plenty to keep you occupied till he gets around to releasing the 4th Sparklehorse album. Musical retarded genius? Yeah, close enough.

Imogen Heap - Speak for Yourself - Megaphonic 001

Belonging to a generation where listening to solo female singers is viewed as best left to those of a Dad rock persuasion (although obviously not my Dad) thanks principally to Dido, whilst browsing through my iTunes this Sunday afternoon I was surprised to see the last three albums added were all exactly that. Along with offerings by Natacha Atlas and Jem, I remembered Imogen Heap’s album, Speak for Yourself. Her second solo album (when not singing with Frou Frou) released this year is simply put, essential Autumnal listening.

Catchy but not overtly poppy, and with an ethereal tone that becomes addictive, this album is a small wonder. Electronic in tone, Heap’s vocals draw you in and allow you to see the beauty around you as you walk down a leaf strewn lane to your Post-Communist Russia seminar. Whilst an album that never truly settles in one groove, it flows in the way all albums should. Try to opener Headlock or Goodnight & Go to be convinced.

Jimmy Smith’s Last Four Blue Notes - I’m Movin’ On (32750); Bucket! (24550); Rockin’ The Boat (76755); Prayer Meetin’ (76754)

Every musician who put a Blue Note album on the pop charts in the early 1960s left Blue Note shortly afterwards to record for another label. Francis Wolf visited Europe in the summer of 1970, to produce Hank Mobley’s The Flip in Paris, and was interviewed on the BBC’s jazz programme one Sunday night. He explained what happened.

Blue Note was a cheapskate company with high standards. Normal first year sales of their albums were about 7,000. The breakeven point was about 2,500. But only about half the albums the company recorded came out at the time. Clearly, the company was profitable, since the records would sell for years, or decades, but not spectacularly so. Alfred Lion and Francis Wolf wanted to record the musicians they thought were best. To manage that, they needed to offer the musicians something they couldn’t get from other companies; and to do so within very tight budgets. They came up with the idea of a cash payment that would be greater than the standard Musicians Union scale. The kick was that there were to be no royalties.

All went well until Jimmy Smith, Donald Byrd and Lou Donaldson got records onto the pop charts. Not having read their contracts, they went to Blue Note and asked for their royalties and were told, and I quote, “fuck off, you don’t get no royalties!”

So they did. Smith was the first. He went to Verve and recoded Bashin’ and got a top 5 single out of it, as well as a top 10 album. “Oi! You’re still contracted to us!” was the immediate response from Blue Note. Smith owed Blue Note four albums under his contract. After much hassle, Blue Note got him into Van Gelder’s studio on 31 January 1963. Between then and 8 February, he cut four albums. The reissue in 2004 on CD of the last two means that they are all out again.

Blue Note did well out of those nine days; spinning out the release of the albums over four years, they got three of them onto the pop album charts. Not only were they popular; they were really very good records. Every one is a mellow, relaxed groove in which Smith doesn’t try to prove anything. Each one includes a classic blues ballad: T’ain’t No Use; Careless Love; Please Send Me Someone To Love; and I Almost Lost My Mind. These set the feeling for each album, but there are a couple of Calypsos in there; plenty of hard-rocking grooves that would have done well on juke boxes; some gospel songs like Just A Closer Walk, When The Saints Go Marching In and John Brown’s Body; none of this material was the kind of stuff that Smith usually recorded so, despite the relaxed feel to the albums, Smith and his colleagues were exploring somewhat new territory.

Apart from Bucket!, which just featured Smith’s regular trio with Quentin Warren and Donald Bailey, the albums featured other Blue Note stars, who hadn’t yet left for pastures new.

I’m Movin’ On – an obvious message – features Grant Green, and is the only one that didn’t make the pop charts, possibly because it wasn’t released until after Blue Note had been sold in 1967. The rapport between Green and Smith is astounding, since they didn’t usually play together. The CD has two extra tracks from the session that only came out on a Japanese LP.

Rockin’ The Boat features Lou Donaldson. It’s the only one of the four that I didn’t get on LP, though I did get a 45 off the LP. It has the greatest grooves on it and no bonus tracks. It also features John Patton – playing tambourine(!) - on three tracks. Patton was in Donaldson’s band at the time and, the previous week, Lou had just recorded his last Blue Note for several years. Finally, Prayer Meetin’ features Stanley Turrentine. Turrentine had been on the two hit albums - Midnight Special and Back At The Chicken Shack - that Smith recorded on 25 April 1960, so he was an obvious choice for Smith’s farewell party. Unfortunately, the two bonus tracks on the CD were recorded in June 1960, at a duff session with, strangely, Sam Jones on bass. They really don’t fit in with the rest.

Listening to all four albums together is wonderful. Although there are different stars taking their own approaches and a wide variety of source material, the way it’s handled shows a high degree of integration, both in the direction of the music and the relationships between the musicians. It’s about three hours of constantly satisfying groove - AM

Jolie Holland - Escondida - Anti 6692-2

Got turned onto Jolie Holland by Dad's "Radio Sandy Beach". After hearing 'Do You?', I knew exactly what I'd be getting from her. A great modern blues and slightly jazzy album for those quiet nights and days where all you want is something....well....quiet.

There's nothing exactly revolutionary here, but if that's what you expected then you're listening to the wrong kind of music. Holland writes great songs that you can gently sway and think to, and that are occassionaly pretty moving; 'Damn Shame' and the aforementioned 'Do You?' are fairly direct if soft loving laments. The former in particular uses Holland's voice accompanied by just a piano.

So there we go; a great slow bluesy album to experience, each song laced with Holland's whispy, soft vocals. Also worth noting that her occassional vitriol in some songs by using words we hope she didnt learn in Sunday school make this more than simple background music.

The Magic Numbers - The Magic Numbers - EMI 0946 330574 2 5

They've become famous for walking out of Top of The Pops after the presenter made a remark about their unfashionable figures, which is a shame, because they're really good. They've got great pop voices with a slight raw Country edge, a bit like Kings of Leon on downers, and the songs are all well-crafted, drawing you in carrying you along, and ending, for the most part, just in time.

Don't expect anything revolutionary or startling but it is one of those albums that makes me wonder just how people make music, in the sense that they take some basic ingredients - voice, guitars, drums etc - and produce something that instantly fits into a genre that's been round for years and yet still sounds fresh. If you could bottle it, you'd make a fortune.

Lonnie Smith/Dave Newman - Boogaloo to Beck - Scufflin' 8481; Reuben Wilson/Andrew Beals - Boogaloo To The Beastie Boys - Scufflin' 8776

The Smith/Newman came out in 2003, the Wilson/Beals in 2004. Both albums use the same rhythm section of Doug Munro on guitar and LaFrae Olivia Sci on drums; never heard of either. Bernie Worrell, an old George Clinton hand, does a guest appearance on the Wilson album.

Beck is a singer I’ve never heard, and had never heard of until I bought this. He writes pretty interesting tunes. And Smith and Newman get deep into them, sometimes developing ideas that just make me gasp. I DO know who the beastie Boys are, though I don’t know their music much – I think they made a record with a proper rap band once. They don’t write terribly interesting tunes.

Smith is one of the giants of the Soul Jazz organ; Wilson isn’t. Newman is one of the giants of the Soul Jazz sax; Beals isn’t, though he trained with McDuff. You’d expect, on paper, that the Beastie’s album wouldn’t be worth listening to. But great though the Smith/Newman is, it’s quite overshadowed by the Wilson/Beals. The plain truth is that Wilson has always majored in enthusiasm and, on material such as this, it shows - AM.

Susheela Raman - Music For Crocodiles EMI4771272

The follow up album to Salt Rain - and even better than its predecessor. (A third album, Love Trap, seems only to be available by import in the UK) Susheela is British, trained to sing classical Indian music, but spreads across into jazz and blues. This is Crossover at its best. African percussion, Asian dissonance, western production on tracks like The Same Song and Meanwhile it all works together surprisingly well. Some tracks are hard work at first but repay the effort. Smoky, perfumed and seductive.

Ry Cooder - Chavez Ravine - Nonesuch/Perro Verde 7559798772

This is journey back into Los Angeles of the fifties, when the greed for land to develop for shopping malls and high-rises resulted in the destruction of many poorer neighbourhoods, including Chavez Ravine. The cd booklet has a remarkable picture of several earth-movers careering down a slope to start work on the stadium for Dodgers baseball team. It's a piece of showmanship and theatre on a grand scale, designed to wipe out the memory of what was there before.

A tribute to the music and the musicians of the time, it has some spoken word thrown in for good measure, and, while it's obviously Latin, it has its own distinctive flavour and benefits from the warm, natural sound that marks out Cooder's albums. I particularly liked Muy Fifi and, for a piece of street story-telling 3 Cool Cats. It's got a great spirit, this album.

Herbie Hancock - Possibilities - Warner 510110112

This is Herbie on piano with a host of guest vocalists, ranging from Sting to Christine Aguilera. I’m not normally a fan of those albums where someone rings up a pile of his or her chums and they all have lovely time and put together a hotch-potch of styles and egos but this really works and you get a splendid collection of songs with some great jazz piano and arrangements, effortlessly blended.

The album starts with a funky track with John Mayer and then the world-flavoured Safiatou on which Santana pops up with Angelique Kidjo, and on both tracks Hancock enhances the music without losing the flavour. I’ve never been a fan of Ms Aguilera (you’ll be amazed to hear) but on A Song For You she keeps the vocal gymnastics under control and lets Hancock do the real work and that’s really the start of the more jazz-flavoured numbers. Annie Lennox, Damien Rice, Paul Simon and Joss Stone also appear with others you may hate or love, but I can honestly say I’ve enjoyed every track.

R L Burnside 1926 - 2005

R L Burnside has died at the age of 78, leaving a wife and 12 children. For most of his career, he played raw Delta blues but latterly, under the guidance of the Fat Possum label, produced some fine albums mixing his blues with scratches, beats and loops. The purists hated it, but he made no bones about needing the money.

For the raw Burnside, try First Recordings. Equally raw is his collaboration with the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion Ass Pocket of Whisky. Come On In is one of his "beats and blues" albums and has a fine photograph of R L and his fridge, padlocked and chained to stop his relatives stealing his food. Burnside on Burnside is recorded live, with R L sounding as though he's having the time of his life. A Bothered Mind is mixed, in more ways than one, and I guess the label were scraping the barrel of recorded fragments after R L stopped work, having been "interviewed to death by Europeans" on the festival circuit. Nearly all the albums are available, as CDs and on vinyl (try Diverse Vinyl).

The best, I think, is Wish I Was in Heaven Sitting Down, for his singing, the blend of old and new styles, and, above all, the material, telling part of the story of R L's life. Which is what it's all about. I hope, in heaven, that they've found him a chair. He deserves it.

Laura Veirs - Year of the Meteors (Nonsuch B000A14OEC)

Suzanne Vega's younger sister goes electric. She's not, of course, but she might as well be. I may be missing something here as it has picked up good reviews - which is why I picked it up on offer in Borders. There's nothing bad or objectionable - but nothing to set it apart either. No friction at all really and it will probably be the subliminal soundtrack to countless thirty something dinner parties for the rest of the year. I just need music to touch the sides somewhere as it is aurally digested. The musical equivalent of cheese dip.

The Cowboy Junkies - 21st Century Blues (CookCD352)

The latest from the Junkies is their most successful since The Caution Horses in my view. It's sealed by a beautifully fragile interpretation of the U2/Eno anthem One - Margo's voice holding a complexity and depth that Bono can't reach. ALso on it are two new songs, two traditional songs and covers of Lennon, George Harrison, Dylan, Springsteen and others. However it all holds together to make more than the sum of the parts. Margo and Michael's big brother John joined them to produce an album that reflected our troubled times but ultimately offered hope - hence 21st Century Blues. Works for me.

Roisin Murphy - Ruby Blue - LIBCD7154.2

Yes, she's the one in the suit of armour, milking a startled cow on an Alpine glacier on the cover of Moloko's I Am Not A Doctor. In spite of such larking about, and her snarling picture on the cover of the band's last album, she's got a great voice so don't think she's just about gimmicks, even though she's now apparently heavily into sequins. Having left Moloko, she's teamed up with Matthew Herbert to produce an album that could be described as eclectic or just plain odd. One preview said there wasn't one track that would leave you with a melody in your mind. Well, the reviewer couldn't have got as far as the last track, The Closing of The Doors, which is, simply, a ballad. The rest is mixture of trip-hop, funk, jazz and rock so expecting a melody really isn't the point, I guess. However, as with good jazz, the tune's always in there somewhere; it's just that no one is singing or playing it very much. And can anyone honestly tell me that Night of The Dancing Flame isn't catchy? Overall, it's fresh and it's fun.

Ali Farka Toure & Toumani Diabate - In the Heart of The Moon - WCD072

This collaboration between two of the superstars of West African music was recorded in a hotel room overlooking the River Niger in Bamako, Mali, where the musicians and crew could watch the pirogues drifting past. The music is improvised and intricate so don’t expect any fireworks - the whole album has a sense of calm, drifting in whatever direction the two artists decided to go, Farka Toure on guitar, of course, and Diabate on kora.

If you’re a purist, you probably won’t be pleased to hear that Ry Cooder and his son, and the Buena Vista bass player, Orlando Cachaito Lopez, turn up on a few tracks but they’re pretty much in the background so this is still an African album, rather than a hybrid like Talking Timbuktu. And if you turn your nose up at it because the Cooders are now ubiquitous, you’d be missing something really special. It’s also a beautiful recording, supple and dry as dust at the same time.

Halloween, Alaska - Halloween, Alaska - ESD81742

If you’ve steered clear of anything that might be described as “downtempo” on the grounds that such music is, well, vacuous, and only fit for aural wallpaper and car adverts, then you should try this. It’s definitely downtempo with content and there’s even a version of Springsteen’s State Trooper. Yes, it has real songs, with lyrics, and it’s one of the most successful blends of electronica and traditional rock/pop that I‘ve heard. You can’t hear the seams.

I was a bit wary when 50quid Bloke said how lovely it was, but he was right, even down to the three bonus re-mixes. I got it from Noside. It was only US$12 and some kind person in Minnesota sent it all the way to Sandy Beach in five days flat. Hard to beat.