Maria Daines
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5/3/2006 9:58:58 AM
Sahib Radio Review by Maria Daines
http://iacmusic.com/artist.aspx?ID=18349
http://www.mindawn.com/artists/SahibRadio
http://www.indiehitz.net/html/bands/41/
http://www.myspace.com/sahib
I finally got to hear the new Sahib Radio album....
Being a huge fan of Sahib's music I knew I was going to like what I heard. But this has to be better than I ever expected and I'm no reviewer, but I had to write about this startling piece of work, and in doing so, attempt to convey my total admiration for this artist and his music. Yes, I'm spreadin' the news to all 'would be' Sahib Radio fans potentially all over the world. At this moment in time I am so blown away I see the world I inhabit as two simple halves, you're either a Sahib fan or you're not! This music is other worldly, heck I'm all mixed up, this is the effect of my journey into 'New World Senate' an album to rock you out of the doldrums.
So where do I start, oh boy yes this is hard. OK, I'll just start. If the recording industry doesn't pick up on this almighty talent within my lifetime then I will know what I have suspected for years, is true - they don't know a gift to their bank balances or their conscience even when it's written on the wall in TEN FOOT HIGH LETTERS, SIGN THIS MAN YOU IDIOTS!! Of course Sahib may not want to be signed, and I shouldn't really be so caustic when it comes to speaking of the corporation 'big boy' stronghold, after all the independent movement is hardly taking over the world yet or even competing at shoulder level (would it want to? Probably not...) But hey, let's appreciate and celebrate - crow about something truly original when we hear it, or are we all becoming complacent in an attempt to fit in these days? I don't think 'we' meaning the indie community are at all complacent but I know one thing, mainstream music could really do with the biggest shake up, and of course they will most certainly miss out on this unusual and unique artist because Sahib Radio's music doesn't fit in anywhere... That's why I love it.
I hardly know how to write on this subject. This artist's ideas are a million miles away from a sensible writing structure, this material is not even thought out to the degree that I would imagine most writers plan their tracks, it sounds splashed out in rolls of bitter mayhem, more fabric than tuneful, neither detailed or phased fluently to please, these lyrical crosspatch lines are grit-like musical passages, they hang like ice off a tree, frozen in the memory of some wrath torn Sahib happening, and are destined to follow no classic phrase book entity or indeed reason, no. Like hand-written prophecies of doom, or one-legged passionate scenarios of guilt and hunger, these story lines are cut from a different mental and physical cloth, we all could use a little Sahib Radio mindset in our lives at times, if only to remind us that we are merely mortal and our wounds are raw. Get your pleasure where you can, get it and savour it and never let it go. At least absorb the emotion while your stereo is bearing fruit. This album is one to chew on forever and never lose the taste. I'm talking in blanks here, but I'm firing on all cylinders, never before have I heard such captivating shrines to memory, set like bones in the brick work of a hard life lived to express and repair, until these songs. This album is one helluva rival to the glory and pathos of Tom Waits. You cannot ignore this, you just have to live with it or you ain't got no soul.
I know I'm rearing my head above an ugly parapet here and there is no good luck in the music business, only bad luck and good favour. Not 'what you know' but 'who you know' and all those stiflingly sick clichés, and yes I'm blurting this out as I listen to the songs and I can hardly type because I can't say what I
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