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Record labels, quit playin’ games with my heart - hurry up and release these CDs over here already

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Sweet on unreleased-in-the-US Candie Payne.

By Todd Lavoie

Look, I know America is supposed to be the land of infinite choice and all - y’know, 287 types of toothpaste to choose from in the supermarket aisle, right next to the avalanche of deodorants eagerly waiting to cripple you with consumer-paralysis - but sometimes we really seem to let a lot of the good stuff slip clean out of our nets, don’t we? Take chocolate. Sure, we’ve got all sorts of lovely nibbles on offer in this country, but why, oh, why must it take a small miracle to track down a Crunchie Bar in Cheneyland? It shouldn’t be so hard for this young buck to snuff out a sticky-sweet choco-honeycomb yummable when he’s got the hankerin’ somewhere over yonder in the Heartland, should it? Say what you will about British cuisine, but they make some f-f-fine candybars - too bad you can’t find the damn things in Peoria. What did Mick and Keith say? “You can’t always get what you want.” Oh, yeah. So shut up and eat your Hershey Bar.

Now, if that’s not enough to wet my eyes, how about this sad state of affairs: here we are, with hundreds of record labels between our coasts, and yet some of the finest albums of the year come from artists who don’t even have American record deals! Or, in some cases, if they do have an American label, they still have to wait an eternity for its release. Case in point: my beloved Super Furry Animals, who I will get to later.

I could go on about the priorities of record companies, et cetera, but honestly, who cares? Economics bores me. Macro, micro - can I stifle this yawn? Me, I’ll take art, thanks. Too bad the music labels don’t always seem to feel the same way.

So, what I’ve done here is cobble up a humble list of noteworthy 2007 CDs that have yet to see the light of day here in the U. S. of A. It’s a low-down dirty shame that these little gems are import-only when the cut-out bins of every blue-polo-shirted, name-tag-requiring “music retailer” across the country are groaning with the latest round of Fall-Out Boy/Good Charlotte knockoffs that exited Hindenburg-style upon release. (Goading behavior, you say? Never!) And while I recognize that the Guardian may not move and shake in the same earth-shattering directions as the mighty-mighty Pitchfork.com in molding public taste - yet - here’s my bidding for making things right. Record execs, if you’re out there: take note. Folks need to hear this stuff. Record geeks, write these suckers down. They’re worth the extra cash.

1. Candie Payne, I Wish I Could Have Loved You More (Deltasonic) Do you swoon for Dusty Springfield and her bewitching white-girl soul confessions? Do Portishead’s spy-movie tearjerkers still give you the post-cocktail blues? Liverpool’s Candie Payne slinks and sashays somewhere in between the two, shimmying her simple - but elegant - see, pop can still be elegant! - blue party dress under a canopy of flute trills, soundtrack-worthy-string and brass arrangements, and some deliciously moody-ass organ. While she may not carry the same emotional devastation as Portishead’s Beth Gibbons - but who can, honestly? - Payne can be quite disarming with her sweetness, cooing away gently while sending an unequivocal kiss-off on the slow-shuffle of “Why Should I Settle For You?’ Another highlight, the Sandie Shaw/Petula Clark-informed “One More Chance,” is perhaps one of the most sweetly sincere baby-come-back songs I’ve ever heard. Or how about this video for the title track, in which you get every possible camera angle of Payne’s head? Oh, and she’s so tough on the eyes, too, poor thing:

2. Richard Hawley, Lady’s Bridge (Mute UK) Roy Orbison. Lee Hazlewood. Scott Walker. Sam Cooke. Carl Perkins. Nice touchstones, you say? Well, Hawley hits upon them all, and does so with a reverence that will most likely keep you checking the liner notes for the release date. A dear friend and co-conspirator of Jarvis Cocker, this Sheffield, England, native - whose album title refers to the bridge he used to take with his Da as a kid to check out their favorite record shop - is blessed with a warm brandy baritone, and he knows to seduce a room with it. Better yet: underneath the fitted suit there’s a rough-and-tumble boxer’s heart, ready to raise a ruckus if some dumb sod tries to step to his lady. Hawley might know how to pull off an ascot, but he’s still got bruised knuckles. Lady’s Bridge sways with an intriguing form of after-hours rockabilly; it’s an album that could play just as successfully in your favorite dive bar as it could in your grandparents’ living room. And yes, I mean that as a compliment.

3. Husky Rescue, Ghost Is Not Real (Catskills) Finland’s finest electro-poppers are back, and they’ve gone prog! Or, sort of. Remember when Saint Etienne headed out into the soundscapes of beyond for their Sound of Water album? What Husky Rescue has done here is comparable in its left-field-ism, and it may have alienated a few fans looking for the same squiggle-funk of 2005’s “Summertime Cowboy” single. Can’t please ‘em all, I say, but I’m still a-reveling in the pedal-steel-flavored electro-space-rock of their three-part “Blueberry Tree” epic, a fascinating 10 minutes’ worth of newly revealed intersections between Saint Etienne pop romanticism, KLF ambience, and Explosions in the Sky’s guitar-bombast melodrama. It’s perhaps the most surprising sophomore effort I’ve heard in ages. For a single-serving slice, may I suggest the video for their first single, “Nightless Night”:

4. Super Furry Animals, Hey Venus! (Rough Trade) Last time I checked, this one won’t be out over here till sometime in February, I think, and yet Britain has been falling in love all over again with the Furries for a couple of weeks now, ever since its recent release. No fair! And yes, the rumors are true - the frantic electronics of past albums are nearly absent from Hey Venus!, opening up room for lush strings, ringing brass, and plenty of emphasis on glowing harmonies. Dare I say it? Oh, hell - there’s a curious alternate-universe AM gold feel in places, particularly on “Show Your Hand” and “The Gift That Keeps Giving," and let’s just say I’m hooked on a feeling. Another standout is the lulling, vocally-treated futuristic doo-wop known as “Carbon Dating,” which to my ears feels like an homage to Brian Eno’s Taking Tiger Mountain By Strategy.

5. Candidate, Oxengate (Snowstorm Recordings) Anthemic grab-a-pint English folk-rock, glistening from subtle embellishments which keep these carefully constructed songs from tumbling into ho-hum strum-strum cliché territory, as well as steering clear of predictable radio-ready bluster. Largely forsaking the creep-folk element of earlier works such as 2002’s Wicker Man re-telling Nuada, Candidate retains their tried-and-true English summer holiday aesthetic while still introducing the occasional “citified” sounds of electric guitars and synthesizers. It works, marvelously. The biggest surprise? “Marie Alexander”’s careful build from somber ballad to full-on Dark Side of the Moon-tinged psychedelia, complete with stirring diva vocals straight out of “The Great Gig in the Sky.” Oh, and “(Going Back to) Amsterdam” stands as one of the finest pub-stompers of the year, no question.

So, there you are. Write your favorite record companies. Beg them for mercy.

Or, start saving those pennies.

Postscript: Oh happy day! Turns out Richard Hawley’s Lady’s Bridge will be released here after all, on Oct. 2, thanks to Mute’s American division.

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Just to let you know it's not all of the US that is far behind. I host a new music show called NEXT in New York and have played 4 out of 5 of these artists on my show.

You can check it out at nextmusiconline.com

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