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Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, The Commandments According to SCAC (Scacunincorporated Records)




ThiDaniel, Lilac Part 1 (self-released)

Billed as the first half of an “EP” that will actually be full LP if you want to be a jerk about it, this five-songer is a nicely rounded introduction to this multi-ethnic R&B singer, a Berklee dropout (all together now: isn’t everyone?) who’s only been duking it out in the L.A. trenches for two years. It was a fast-moving two years, though, owing to his outgoing personality, which he leveraged to get into a lot of studios and eventually under the wing of Tricky Stewart (producer of Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” among others). I usually can’t freaking tolerate bling-pop at all, but this guy’s voice is like a male version of Neneh Cherry’s in a way, lots of sultry but unhurried and deeply genuine smoke wafting off these clever, chill beats, which walk a line between old-school Keith Sweat pining and trip-hop, all with some nice curveballs, including euro-trance, unless I’m hearing things (“Kill Pride”). More than likely you’ve already heard the feel-good home-run single “Purple,” the least daring thing on here. Don’t be surprised if this dude is Stewart’s next Frank Ocean. A  — Eric W. Saeger




Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, The Commandments According to SCAC (Scacunincorporated Records)
CD Reviews: February 2, 2017

02/02/17
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



Slim Cessna’s Auto Club, The Commandments According to SCAC (Scacunincorporated Records)

For 20 years now, this Denver oddity has been making picket-fence-toothed alt-hillbilly Americana that was ahead of its time, stuff that would have made great background music for Carnivale and True Blood and should absolutely be an integral part of Preacher. Their “southern gothic” trip of this Alternative Tentacles alumnus, visualized through a dark morass of punky religious imagery, is off-putting enough, while any last hope of gracing the Grand Ole Opry is instantly negated by lyrics that fixate on alcohol, violence and all that fun stuff. On this, their 10th (or 15th, whatever it is, after all the comps and live records, etc.), we receive neatly enumerated commandments, “Commandment 1” moving deftly through sounds that evoke Melvins mud, David Byrne freakouts, and, well, loping Amos Lee prettiness. “Commandment 3” gives us drive-by wagon-train ambiance that weds Carolina Chocolate Drops to the Eels, for lack of something handier to scribble down here — everything’s actually quite listenable, organic and not off-putting (that much).





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