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13 of 14 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Strange and Beautiful! One of the Best CDs by a Woman, May 12, 2003
I am a music freak. That's right: way gone. I've explored hundreds maybe thousands of albums: The ones I've purchased; the ones my friends own; the ones I've listened to on headphones in the store; the ones playing in the background at parties.So I hope it carries some weight when I say I find this album one of the four of five best ever made by a female songwriter. It ranks with Patti Smith's "Horses," Joni Mitchell's "Blue," Tori Amos' "Scarlet's Walk," and Carole King's "Tapestry," but it's less well known than these. This review is a drop in the bucket to change that. The CD cover, a soft lunar face-shot of Laurie by the late photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, gives us a clue that this will be dreamy ethereal stuff. The opener and title track "Strange Angels" was brought to my attention by the William Hurt film "The Doctor." Who's this Laurie Anderson? I wondered, rushing off to the record store. Well, this sublime song about being surprised by the nature of the afterlife is witty, poignant, and blessed with a fine melody. Other stand-outs include the forlorn "Coolsville" with its clicking train sounds and evocation of a lonely night-ride on an Amtrak. It's a song for every misfit kid left out of her high school's in-crowd. Blandly passing the sights, Anderson's monotone observes: "This train, this city, this train." Even the feminist lecture of "Babydoll" sounds good, saved by its clever wit. Quoting Longfellow's narrative poem, Anderson's "Hiawatha" bathes us in beautiful Americana. Here is another dreamy melody as if the phantom of the Native American past is reaching out to haunt a modern industrialized country from across its history. It's a gentle haunting, and it takes the form of a ghostly cooing that laces fragments of cultural reference: "Marilyn and John F. dancing." "The king sings 'Love Me Tender.'" Every bit as strange and beautiful is the spacy "My Eyes," a love song whose sonics evoke whizzing comets and wonder. Expect some of Anderson's deadpan spoken word performance--more typical of her albums "Big Science" or "Home of the Brave"--but also since some sweet feathery singing, which sounds at times like the gentle coo of a morning dove. Expect absurdist wit and philosophical depth. Expect intelligent poetry and world music-influenced rhythms. Airy-fairy? Arty-farty? You betcha! With a batch of songs this brilliant, Anderson has nothing to apologize for.
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