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Some "Further Complications" from Jarvis Cocker

To luxuriate in the live show that is the Jarvis Cocker Experience is to see what was once called “star power” before the be-denimed Auto-Tuned hordes stole that light from the heavens. Jarvis comes to testify, the spirit of a Stax man with a lexicon louche and vast, Otis Redding by way of Old Blighty, and Further Complications is the first of its kind to capture the sanctified moment of Jarvis being Jarvis.

For behind the slim suits and spectacles lies a rough-and-tumble muscularity, a glammed-up R&B clamor that (with help from Steve Albini) is the most immediate thing he’s produced since the nascent days of Pulp. So many flavors to savor: “Homewrecker!” sounds like Iggy in drag, “I Told You Twice (Leftovers)” is a black-horned-rim soul showstopper, and “Caucasian Blues” is a romper-stomper with some nicely unhinged vocals flying around a ‘60s British Invasion riff. In the fragmented blogorrhea that is the current state of the music industry, we must cling to true talents like Jarvis Cocker with all our might.

Further Complications is out on 5/19 from Rough Trade. And while "Running The World" isn't on the new album, it's still a great Jarvis Cocker song.

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  1. worldsworstwaitressMay 29, 2009 at 11:18 PM

    this record just kept me from leaving the house on a friday night. i am more in love with this silly peice of vinyl than i am of the balmy southern night. ps. i told you twice...a more subtle but still some crimson and clover in there.....

    xo.

    k.

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