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What Part of 'Get Thee Gone' Don't You Understand?

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I played the tape so much it broke, I played the disk so much it skips. I've never understood why this wasn't a chart-topping alt.country record. These are great songs, and Carla Bozulich's voice makes my hair stand on end, especially on "Fancy."

It was probably my wisest purchase. This is prime GF, for those of you who just can't get enough of them (I know I can't!). Although it has a few clunkers (it couldv'e done without two versions of "The Grand Tour"), it is full of gems that for some reason never made on a proper release. Check out the cover of "Fancy" for a strange thrill...

My favorite song is the fibber's version of "Fancy". but that's just me. There's a duet with Beck that's interesting. If you are a fibbers fan you will have to have this CD. Pills is a classic. I'm buying this disc for the 2nd time because my first one skips a lot probably from playing it too much. i think this is the only disc i ever bought twice. --JG

(2/12/08 edit: Remember, depending on when you read this, either her upcoming, current or previous album is now under the Evangelista moniker. A "Carla Bozulich" search of this site does not catch Hello, Voyager)

I spent most of the past 10 days feeling sore and sick. Basically the flu but without the bad things spurting out of my upper and lower regions. I had body aches so bad I almost cried at one point while trying to pull up my pants.

That's alot of personal information for an album review, but it gets me to my point. I spent alot of time on the couch wishing I was dead. One of those unfortunate moments found me clicking through the tv stations and stumbling upon a Reba McEntire version of Fancy on CMT. Wow. I didn't think I could feel worse, but her wretched version of this great song surely proved I could. Is it just me, or is anyone else here consistently astounded at how vapid, dry, trite and stupid you have to be to be a superstar? In other words, our beloved Carla and her old band, the Geraldine Fibbers, will continue to live in obscurity because they've got too much going on for the mainstream.

Later that day when I worked up the energy to properly go to bed, I popped in Get Thee Gone, partly to flush the horrible Reba Fancy out of my mind, and partly because the rest of this album is great as well. Of course in the past couple months, Carla, Jolie Holland, Bob Dylan and some Nels Cline albums are just about all I've been listening to anyway (oh along with Bjork's newest and worst album ever, Volta), so that was part of it.

On the one hand, Carla has grown by leaps and bounds in the years since Get Thee Gone... I mean just listen to the deep, psychotic, and totally American Evangelista... a world you step into, not a collection of songs. On the other hand, Get Thee Gone has lost nothing in the intervening years. This is one heck of a strong collection of songs that straddle the imaginary lines partitioning honky tonk, post-punk and dreary downer rock. Actually they don't straddle anything. They firmly are those things simultaneously.

If Carla happens to play Outside of Town when the Evangelista troupe treks through my neck of the woods later this year, she'll make this one Indiana rube quite happy.