Music to Start a Cult To (豆瓣)

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表演者: Gram Rabbit
介质: Audio CD
发行时间: 2004-08-17
出版者: Stinky
唱片数: 1
条形码: 0803615000829

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　　Gram Rabbit emerged from the high desert of Joshua Tree, California armed with a repertoire partaking of reverberant space rock, electro-pop glitz, shadowy spaghetti-Western twang, and the low-down sexiness of the seemlier Las Vegas lounge in equal measures. This trio was born from the muso-spiritual melding of diverse, extraordinary souls: singer/keyboardist/guitarist Jesik... (展开全部) 　　Gram Rabbit emerged from the high desert of Joshua Tree, California armed with a repertoire partaking of reverberant space rock, electro-pop glitz, shadowy spaghetti-Western twang, and the low-down sexiness of the seemlier Las Vegas lounge in equal measures. This trio was born from the muso-spiritual melding of diverse, extraordinary souls: singer/keyboardist/guitarist Jesika von Rabbit; guitarist/singer Todd Rutherford; and Travis Cline, their sample-guru and bassist.
　　
　　Gram Rabbit’s debut album, Music To Start a Cult To, was recorded with Ethan Allen producing (Tricky, Kristin Hersh and Luscious Jackson, etc.) Echoing the musical and personal odysseys that led to the band members creating this album, each track takes the listener on a unique journey shepherded by the stirring, soulful, and seductive vocal stylings of bewitching front woman, Jesika von Rabbit.
　　
　　Music To Start a Cult To kicks off with the leather-chapped sing-a-long "Dirty Horse," a fanciful recounting of a rapprochement between Jesus and the Devil. "Witness" is an ode to self-actualization, set to a sinuous beat and Space Invaders synth stylings. "Kill A Man" sets a deceptively winsome commentary on the culture of gratuitous violence to gentle guitar strumming, interwoven with electronic cirrus clouds. "Devil's Playground" is somber tumbleweed-choked country-folk depicting the common struggle of everyday life.
　　
　　Imagine walking into a honkytonk, deep in the heart of desert country. The clientele includes devil worshippers, witches, hippies, rock climbers, military men, and the random soul-searching tourist, all gathered to hear alien frequencies channeled by Morse code keyboards, slithering reverb-laden guitars, tick-tocking drum machines and samplers that yield a shocking surprise every 40 odd seconds. All eyes, however, are focused on the singer; she's wearing bunny ears. Oh-so-sexily, she deadpans, "Sometimes all it takes is a little smile or some chocolate cake; to put a spring in the step of the bi-polar fool."