Some hard livin’ hellfire and a killer live DVD highlight the latest roundup of Vegas releases:
YELLER BELLIES, "Here To Suffer" (myspace.com/yellerbellies): On the very first cut, they imagine a high society reduced to cinder. Then they strike a match and warm their hands on the flames.
Populated by voodoo women and sinners of all stripes, "Suffer" is the best kind of joyride: fast, loose and full of wide, wild turns. As such, the album veers from hard-eyed rockabilly that sounds as if it were fired from the barrel of a shotgun ("Boomstick") to lickety-split surf jams ("El Guante") to a bluesy swing ("Hobo Prophet") to a touch of world-weary honky-tonk ("She Blames It All On You").
This one burns like the hooch that catalyzes it all.
TIME & SPACE, "We Can Do Whatever We Want" (myspace.com/timesandpacemusic): Their words come cloaked in a kind of working class ennui, though the same can’t be said of the songs themselves.
"Here we are standing in line," Time & Space’s frontman sings at the onset of their five-song debut. "It’s easy to forget what you work for when the day is done and you work some more."
Still, the band’s tunes sound more invigorated than exasperated.
Time & Space’s raw-lunged post-hard-core is equally muscular meditative, balanced between torque and texture. Plaintive murmurs are paired with coarse, hair-raising shouts; crashing drums with nimble, side-winding guitar lines.
Their songs register as a series of contrasts, some of them stark, some of them measured, all of them pretty promising.
THE KILLERS, "Live From The Royal Albert Hall" DVD: The crowd looks ready to combust, like they’re sweating kerosene.
The Killers are plenty big here in the States, but abroad, their popularity approaches mania.
This is spelled out in exclamatory fashion on the band’s new live DVD, shot in London at the famed Royal Albert Hall, where the walls practically perspire and the mix is crisp, clean and electric.
The band responds to the fevered crowd in kind, with Brandon Flowers all triumphant poses, singing from his knees, gesticulating like a cop directing traffic, while drummer Ronnie Vannucci really puts the hammer down on songs such as "Somebody Told Me" and "Spaceman."
"There’s something in the distance," Flowers sings on "Joyride," "A glorious existence. A simple celebration."
And for a night, that distance was bridged.
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