- Music
- 20 Mar 01
The sticker on the cover bears an NME quote proclaiming Giant Sand "the founding fathers of modern Americana", and while that does some disservice to everyone from Lewis & Clark to The Long Ryders, it'll set curious newcomers in the right direction.
Selections is, according to the sleeve notes, "a crumpled cluster of sling slams from the last decade of the last century hereby displayed in a chronological order going backwards mostly."
Starting then with a brace of tunes from last year's formidable Chore Of Enchantment album, we find the long running trio having pretty much perfected their dust-encrusted craft, a kind of spaghetti-western slouch towards Nashville Babylon that calls to mind any amount of alt country clones but also more wild card elements like David Byrne's hook-ups with Texan Terry Allen.
One-time contemporaries of heart-of-darklands rockers like Thin White Rope, Green On Red and The Dream Syndicate, GS's stranded, abandoned sound has been fairly accurately quantified as "desert rock" (the original line-up was christened Giant Sandworms, while offshoots include the Sidewinders and Calexico for god's sake).
Certainly few tunes can evoke the cabin-fevered feeling of living in the arsehole of nowhere quite so accurately as 'Stuck' and the title track from 1992's Centre Of The Universe opus. Similarly, tailor-cut covers like Neil Young's 'Music Arcade' cattle-brand them as the band who should've soundtracked Oliver Stone's loco one-horse-town noir U-Turn.
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There's a host of cameos here, from Bostonian brats Evan Dando and Juliana Hatfield to rodeo sweethearts Victoria and Lucinda Williams, but the most significant walk-on part in the Sand's 20-year odyssey has been from gamin cowgal Lisa Germano.
Their collaborative take on Lee Hazelwood's 'Sand', an embryonic version of the finest track from the OP8 Slush record, smoulders over a twangy Johnny Cash guitar and suspicious tex-mex sway, while the sluggish waltz of 'Remain Distorted' seeks to place the listener in the position of eavesdropping on sweet nothings between Sailor and Lula. It's a marriage made in Barstow.
Dim lights, thick smoke and quiet, quiet music. I like it.