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Augie March
Moo, You Bloody Choir
SonyBMG
Augie March could not sound any more like Augie March if they tried.
It's their strength and their weakness: they play the music they want
to, and they play it for themselves. Stranger Strange is a
fine example, five-plus minutes of meandering that doesn't go anywhere,
and as the record's fourth track it's perfectly placed to scare away
listeners. Then there's Just Passing Through half-buried at
track seven: it verges on stripped back garage rock. An organ line
and vocal harmonies arrive with the chorus, giving the pounding verses
even more edge. It's not just more immediate; the point is that it's
actually interesting.
And this is where sounding like Augie March can be problematic. No
matter how well-crafted, well-played and impressive the songs are,
some of them forget to be interesting. It's a particularly frustrating
situation, compounded by an album that is already two or three tracks
longer than is necessary. At their best - and not coincidentally,
their tightest - they're a very good band. Single One Crowded Hour
boasts a great hook in the chorus and is the most uplifting Australian
tune so far this year. The unlikely commercial airplay it's getting
suggests there may yet be a chance for Augie March to permeate the
national consciousness. Thin Captain Crackers brings out the
banjo and a more playful sound, while loose piano and slide guitar
add some crackle to The Baron Of Sentiment. Clockwork
is superbly crafted, and like much of 'Moo, You Bloody Choir' will
take months of listening to reveal itself completely.
Throughout the album Glenn Richards' voice is quite rightly at the front of the mix, as his lyrics can be breathtaking. It also serves to reinforce the notion he's more of a poet with a band than a songwriter, and this poet's band sometimes gets a little caught up in what they're doing, forgetting about the bigger picture.
But that's Augie March... and they're forever destined to be this way.
Wade Howland

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