Michael Jackson's Moonwalker (Sega)
"I don't like bein' retro for retro's sake," says Reuben Glaser from the loft space/recording studio where he's resting between two legs of his tour. He speaks with an almost Southern lilt that has nothing to do with his Cincinnati habitat. "We been playin' the South, so maybe it stuck," he laughs. "New Mexico is probably the one place in the country that has less of an accent than we do."
It didn't take long for guitarist Lewis Winn to realize that Somebody wanted him to swing.
Felix Peralta is old school; and not in a clichéd, doing-it-because-it’s-cool way. It just is who he is and how he plays. Charlie Parker once said, “Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn.” That's the best way to describe Peralta and how he plays his guitar. Every song is a story, every chord an emotion.
Montreal's Chromeo is back on their second full-length, bumping out another dose of schmaltzy jams. Being new to mine ears, when I first played this album I was sure the cheesy electronica beats and stupid lyrics were a joke. Turns out they're not a joke, but intended to sort of sound like a joke. How post-modern. In any case, the songs are wretched. But would I dance to them after two cocktails? Absolutely—I've danced to much worse.